#Seokjin imagine

[cravetive]

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂

☾ ⋆*･ Pairings: Meteorologist! Jin x Fem!reader

☾ ⋆*･ Synopsis: after many failed relationships you find yourself struggling to open up to new connections but once you overhear that your timid colleague Seokjin has a crush on you, you set out to play a game of temptation where somewhere in the process, you come face to face with the sudden realization that the weather is not the only unpredictable thing.

☾ ⋆*･ Warnings: SMUT! workplace/office au, Jin is quiet and innocent until he's not, fingering, oral sex! ( M! receiving ), dirty talk, creampie ( hehe) , teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hardcore, a bit angsty ( im an angst slut leave me alone ) , foreplay , slight dom/sub dynamics, kissing, biting/marking, we will pray Y/n gets her life together.

☾ ⋆*･ Authors note: I wish I could tell you what I've done but this is what my brain produces when I'm on 5 hours of sleep.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Word count: 10 K ( for what reason?)

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Ever since you were conscious you would often find yourself lost in the sky - entrained on the sun, the moon, and the stars but most importantly on the weather. Even before you could walk You wondered what caused thunders to ripple through the clouds, worried over the sun that disappeared during rainfall. You were fixated, overly obsessed and it is what had led you to become a research meteorologist and whilst some found the profession to be boring and fruitless (your parents), there was nothing in the world that you loved most then to predict cloudy skies and cold nights. Being able to observe, understand, and therefore explain the earth's atmospheric phenomenons offers you a sense of gratification.

On the other hand you couldn’t say you ran with the same luck when it came to love and relationships, your long list of exes and failed talking stages were enough scientific evidence to prove that. Things just never ended well between you and whoever fate decided to send your way. you could never decipher if it was due to the lack of communication, lack of interest, or a little bit of both that prevented you from harvesting anything solid with those you fell in love with but it always left you high and dry. It wasn’t like you were a hopeless romantic either, yet the instincts you had when it came to forecasting sunny skies were just not there when it came to romance.

To put it bluntly, your relationships just didn’t last and it had brought you to a point where you questioned all your romantic interactions.

How long will this one last? How long until this one ends? Will we see each other in public and turn the other way?

It's why you struggled to get your feelings across most times, it's why you found it almost impossible to tell that certain person who sat across from you at work how he made you feel.

The timid and reserved Junior meteorologist didn’t catch your attention at first, always keeping to himself and rarely participating in any after work activities with your co-workers, which had made it almost impossible for you to even notice him. that was until 3 weeks ago during a mandatory work dinner. Whilst on a small bathroom break you had unintentionally walked into a game of truth and dare between your colleagues where by perhaps fate you had eavesdropped on the confession of that very same drunken man.

You had opted to feign ignorance, slipping back into the table as if nothing had happened all whilst deciding to commence a cruel game against the meek man. You would find yourself teasing him, subtly flirting until his cheeks turned red and his words turned into stutters. At first it was a childish fun ruse but as time progressed you found yourself looking in his direction more often, entranced by his smile and quiet charisma.

You were doomed and yet, it didn’t stop you from taunting him. small winks and little comments of how good he looked in his baseball caps and soft sweaters, causing him to often jolt as a response. It was harmless until it wasn’t, until you started imagining him between your legs, his large and skillful hands wrapped around your neck.

“for fucks sake” Daiyu, your best friend and colleague huffed as she ran towards the entrance, her freshly styled copper hair drenched with rain that poured from the sunny sky. You giggled, closing your umbrella and entering the building, your heels squeaking against the marbled floors. Daiyu followed after you, a trail of curses falling from her mouth whilst her hands frantically wiped at her wet clothes.

“I always tell you to carry an umbrella and you never listen” you sighed.

“It was a 30% chance!” she exclaimed, reaching to frantically press on the elevator button.

“I should sue you guys” Daiyu groaned.

You looked back at her, taking in her flustered and soaked appearance, deciding not to pass further judgment. Daiyu was as stubborn as a bull and anything that you chose to say would just  go  through one ear and out the other anyways. you reached into your purse and grabbed a napkin, extending it out for her to take. She snatched it urgently and dabbed on her face, emitting a groan of frustration at the inconvenience the sky had caused her.

“It was so sunny and warm outside” she complained, which caused you to laugh loudly, both of you stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.

“Looks can be deceiving Daiyu” you noted, watching as the doors closed in front of you.

Daiyu smirked, disregarding your statement and focusing on the current situation you were in. her mind going back to the late-night conversation you both had shared 2 days ago over wine and expensive cheese. She leaned over closer to you, her eyebrows teasingly raising while you shared a bewildered expression on your face.

“what?” you asked, concerned with her inquisitive glances.

“I guess the same thing can be said about Jin,” Daiyu winked, a hint of excitement in her tone. She goaded you to speak on the subject, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“I bet he is a real beast in the sheets” Daiyu raised her eyebrows.

“Daiyu please, this is not the time or place to have this conversation” you scolded - eyes fixed on the numbers that flashed on the small screen above the elevator panel. 

“I guess you are deceiving - look at you all serious now like you aren't torturing that poor man.”

“Daiyu” your eyes widened and she was lucky you were both alone in the elevator - out of hearing range of any nosy employee’s. 

“I didn’t share that with you so that you can hold it over my head” you snapped, making a quick escape as soon as the elevator doors opened.

“oh come on!” she shouted after you, the sound of her heels echoing inside the office as she chased after you, her arm interlinking with yours when she caught up. you didn’t intend to avoid the topic, in fact you found it relieving to be able to speak to someone freely about it but what Daiyu was trying to indicate with her previous statements were by far completely illogical. 

Jin was but a shy and reserved guy, not the kind that tried to deceive by putting on appearances. 

How else was he able to contain himself by your constant teasing and flirting, if he wasn’t.

“we will talk about this later” you declared, giving her a soft shove towards her desk. Daiyu pouted, providing you a saddened glance whilst reluctantly dragging herself to her desk where she threw herself into her chair in rather dramatic defeat. You giggled at the scene she produced and walked across the room, reaching your own desk.

Seokjin was already there, too focused on the screen in front of him to notice your arrival. You took this time to take in his appearance. the sweater he wore accentuating his biceps and broad shoulders, the pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose causing a pulsation between your thighs - lured by the image of him crawling over you with them on. You cleared your throat quickly, grabbing his attention and interrupting your perverted train of thought.

He glanced up at you, cheeks already turning pink as he took in your presence.

“Good Morning Mr. Kim” you whispered, offering him a smug smile whilst sliding into your chair. It took a moment for him to respond, his eyes briefly falling on the low v neck blouse you decided to wear today (one of your many little tricks of course). His lips parted, a gulp traveling down his throat. He quickly removed his eyes from your accentuated breasts, dragging his attention back to his screen.

“G-good Morning” he stumbled on the phrase, his tone quiet and faint.

you smiled out of satisfaction, unable to suppress the butterflies in your stomach that only he managed to make flutter. Seokjin is sexy in the most subtle ways; he doesn’t even try and yet he could make you squirm in your seat like a schoolgirl. His full lips, his deep intense eyes, and dorky smile kindled a pressure in your lower abdomen that you often tried to conceal by crossing your legs. 

“I like that color on you, you look good” you complimented, offering Jin a small smirk.

Jin glanced down at his sweater, his hands smoothing out the cashmere deep blue material. He had liked the color, had even thought it was a nice sweater when he first picked it out at the store but having its tincture complimented by you now, gave it a new feeling - it felt softer against his skin.

“thank you” he almost muttered.

You nodded happily, bringing your hair into a ponytail as you always did when beginning the day. Jin’s eyes hesitantly trailed your exposed neck, carving out the smoothness of your skin and studying each detail of the necklace that hung there - soon halting at the sight of your lips, a breath hitching in his throat. 

“You like what you see, Mr. Kim?” you asked, your eyes sparking with the realization of his discreet stare.

Jin sat up,your voice startling him out of his daze - his eyes now looking in every direction but yours.

“cause you can see more if you want, you just have to ask” your voice was a mere whisper and Jin could feel every hair in his body stand up from your tone alone. There was a long silence, your eyes intensively studying his composure. He moved his attention back on his computer screen, deciding it would be best to ignore the comment that made his heart run laps inside his chest all together.

“Hey Jin” you called, his eyes quickly moving back to you with hesitation.

“I'm only joking” you lied.

You would've allowed him to see your entire soul if he had just asked.

The day had turned sour rather quickly, the entire office thrown into a frenzy by the threat of an incoming spring storm and it had left you running in circles all throughout the building, your heels beginning to jab into your feet painfully- leaving your soles red and sore. You groaned, stepping into the cafeteria for the first time in the day, finally allowing yourself a small break amidst the hysteria. You needed coffee and you needed it fast. Your heavy eyes scanned the cabinet in search for your favorite mug - propping yourself on your toes for a better view. 

“Where the hell did I put you?” you muttered under your breath, your hands pushing away various mugs in an attempt to find the deep emerald one you always used. Your shoulders ached, weighed down by the tumultuous day and your eyes burned, the result of staring at your computer screen for 4 hours straight. Not finding your mug would be the last straw, the drop of water that would make you spill over. You groaned loudly and leaned against the counter, your hand flying to cover your face in frustration while you balanced from one foot to the other, trying to ease the ache shooting up your legs.

“Are you looking for this?” a quiet and familiar voice asked.

You raised your head slowly, capturing a view of the man standing in front of you, your mug held comfortably in his hand. Exhaustion creeped through your body, leading you to bubble with irrational anger but as you prepared to berate the individual who had seized your precious mug, you took a moment to study their fingers, soon realizing they were the hands you melted over ever so often, concluding who the culprit behind the theft was.

Jin offered you a concerned glance, his profound sepia eyes blinking slowly as if expecting a response. You remained silent, losing yourself in his stare. the ache on your limbs suddenly evaporating for those short seconds, a wave of serenity settling deep inside of you. you shook your head slowly, unable to break eye contact as he made time stop around you.

All urgency to resume your pending tasks halted whilst you stood in front of him - The buzzling in the office growing quiet as your eyes slowly traced his features.

“I can wash it out if you want, I’m done anyways” Jin offered, a small smile forming on his face.

Your attention crawled to his mouth, inspecting his plump and soft lips, lips you wanted to press yours against, lips that were smeared with the cold foam of his coffee, foam you imagined on other parts of his body for you to lick.

“n-no, it's okay” this time it was you who stuttered; it was you who grew flustered.

The room fell silent as you remained stunned by his intense stare, your mind flowing with ideas that were neither appropriate nor sane. You were in deep shit, and you knew it, your heart pressed against your chest begging to jump into the hands of the man standing before you whilst your mind yelled that he was like everyone else, like every guy you had ever met. The one with the soft eyes and quick lies.

“You uh have something” you gestured to his mouth, making him aware of the leftover foam on his lips.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, his hand quickly flying to wipe away at his face. his eyes trailed away from yours, causing you to inhale sharply.

“Did I get it?” he asked, turning back to you. His cheeks still flushed with shame.

You inspected his lips once again, taking in their smoothness and soft pink color, pictured them gracing your skin softly - leaving their imprint on your skin.

“Here I’ll-” you offered, reaching forward and closing the gap between you both. you leisurely wiped away at the top of his lip with your thumb, removing all the residual foam left there. His lips were warm under your touch, your breaths growing short and unruly due to the sensation.

You could feel his stare fixed on you as you aided him, your cheeks becoming rogue at the sudden intimacy of the situation. Jin’s mouth parted as if he had wanted to say something but even if he had you doubted you would have been able to hear him over the hammering of your heart. The euphoric feeling dazed you out of all self restraint - luring you to act upon your intrusive thoughts .

you found yourself losing yourself in the sea of brown that were his eyes again, knowing you could drown and subsequently, dipped your foam covered thumb into your mouth without a second thought.

You collected the sugar that had once rested on his lips on your tongue and allowed it to rest there. A pleasure filled hum echoing from within your chest - your eyes fluttering shut at the satisfaction the fulfillment of your craving caused. You remained stuck there, your brain unable to generate anything but utter bliss. 

“hey! Is there any creamer lef…”

The voice of the intern entering the cafeteria was like cracking thunder, your body jerking as a life vest was being thrown at you, aiding you from going under. Your eyes shot open in realization, body tensing at the action you had just mindlessly committed but Jin didn’t appear to be as startled as you, his eyes firmly held on your lips. It felt like your whole body was on fire and it was only then when you noted the damp fabric of your panties pressed against your clit. 

Both you and Jin turned your heads quickly, eyes landing on the intern who stood shocked by the door, his mouth held ajar. You blinked quickly; your brain unable to register what had just taken place. it was as if everything inside you had been electrocuted and you couldn’t even find the strength to defend yourself against the silent accusation the interns eyes made.

You dreadfully took a step back from Jin, lowering your gaze once he looked back at you - you cleared your throat quickly before stumbling out of the shared space. The sound of your heels leaving echoes inside of Jin’s head.

You had deduced 2 things from that brief encounter. The first being you and Jin were beyond screwed - interns liked to talk, liked to share and gossip didn't take long to spread within the office and secondly, that being alone in a room with Jin was dangerous, far more than you had anticipated.

“Yup, it's been sent to the group chat” Daiyu nodded, pushing a spoon full of yogurt into her mouth.

You sighed, covering your face in agony.

As expected the details of your little encounter with Jin had been shared all throughout the office with the intern taking quite the creative liberty of disclosing details you were sure never happened. You groaned loudly, pushing your food away. 

“Oh god” you whispered, “we work together, you know I can lose my job right?” you stared at her, wide eyed but your friend didn’t join your panic, instead a small giggle escaped her lips and your eyebrows intertwined in confusion.

“Do you find this funny?” you yelled, throwing a balled-up napkin at her head.

“Hey! Let’s use our words” she laughed, causing you to throw your head back in defeat.

“What did you think was going to happen Y/n? Jin is a man and you are a woman - i'm surprised you haven't humped in the janitors closet yet” she mused. 

You pressed your hands against your temples, trying to stop yourself from imagining the both of you doing the mentioned act. 

“Relax, it’s not that bad” she responded, “besides their just rumors, okay?” you knew she was trying to calm you, trying to bring you back from the trepidation you had been succumbing to during the last few days but her words didn’t offer any relief, anxiety running through your entire body quickly and mercilessly.

“you know I almost believed it but then he added that Jin had his hands wrapped around your waist and I had to debunk it” Daiyu shared, swallowing the yogurt in her mouth “cause we both know that boy would simply combust if he even graced his finger tips against your skin.”

You shot bullets in her direction, how was she able to make a joke out of all of this when you were literally falling apart? your job on the line, your reputation. Everything you had worked so hard to get and maintain all down the gutter for a man and Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of regret in your thoughts, in fact the only reason why you were so stressed out in the first place was for the simple fact that you were caught,caught doing something so frivolous and yet the whole office was in an uproar about it.

If you knew you would be at the brink of getting fired over lingering stares and kinship, you would’ve at least given yourself the liberty of kissing him.

“Hey, you are in your head again” Daiyu yelled, snapping her fingers in your face. you blinked in her direction and sighed, turning away once again.

“Can this get any worse?” you complained.

“I think it just might,” Daiyu winced.

You glanced back at her and turned your head in the direction of her widened eyes. The director had stepped into the cafeteria, and he was walking straight to you. you felt your body tremble, your brain preparing for the worst. You quickly stood up, your entire nervous system beginning to shut down.

“Ms. Y/n” he greeted, you stood completely still, unable to bring any air into your lungs as your knees threatened to collapse.

“Mr. Han,” your voice trembled.

Daiyu stood up quickly, putting down her yogurt and offering your boss a 90 degree bow before standing up straight, giving you a panicked glance.

“Ms. Y/n do you have a moment? I would like to go over some things in my office” your heart dropped, your palms clammy. You soon became very aware of every vein in your body, pulsating strongly against your skin.

your throat went dry, sandpaper rubbing against the other as you tried to form a coherent response.

“I uh I – yeah”

He turned quickly without another word, his steps firm and demanding, you followed behind him like a lost puppy, glancing back at Daiyu; your eyes brimmed with tears. she attempted to give you a smile through her concerned expression but even her movements faltered when she offered you a thumbs up. You were screwed, you had gone too far in your little game and now you were facing the consequences.

The walk back to Mr. Han’s office felt eternal, passing coworkers who stared and mumbled amongst each other. You were dragging your feet at this point, your heart plummeting into despair the closer you got to his office. In retrospect you didn’t feel contrition towards the event that had taken place, one does not lament over things they enjoyed but now was not the time for you to ponder on the things you did or didn't regret.

one word from your boss and you would be sent packing with all of your hopes and dreams.

You entered his office quietly, brain swarmed with negative thoughts - predicting the words that would soon empty from his mouth.

‘YOU’RE FIRED’ 

The unspoken yet inevitable words rang inside your ears - tears swelling in your eyes out of mere anticipation. 

You let out a long breath, hoping that for a second it could appease your mind but it was no use, you were a nervous wreck and it was evident by the way your boss stared at you whilst he sat behind his desk. You decided to solve math problems in your head, a method that most times distracted you from distressing situations but as you began to find the answer to your first algebra problem you felt a presence next to you and when you glanced over, your legs buckled.

“please take a seat guys” your boss requested.

You tried to move your limbs, but your feet were stuck to the ground, eyes fixed on Jin whilst he avoided your gaze and pushed out his chair taking a seat as instructed. He didn't greet you as he tended to do nor did he give you one of his famous small introverted smiles you often looked forward to. It was as if you weren’t even there but you were and it was as if he couldn’t care less. 

Ouch…

he was tense, you could see it and It was all your fault. you were fucked, royally fucked. Your shaky hands reached for your own chair, hesitantly slipping next to him.

“I can assume you know why I’ve asked the both of you here” Mr. Han began, your stomach somersaulting painfully. You glanced over at Jin who remained silent, not a speck of anxiousness in his demeanor. Why was he so relaxed? Had he just accepted his fate? Your face contorted with conflict and then turned to face your boss, a long weighed sigh leaving your body.

“I want to apologize, I know that it wasn’t ethical and I assume full responsibility-“ you began rambling, your mouth going painfully dry. your boss stared back at you like you had 3 heads and your voice faded into thin air, further apprehension spreading inside of you.

“Y/n, I can attest you are really good at your job but why are you apologizing for the weather?” Mr. Han chuckled. you blinked slowly, unable to understand his words.

“huh?”

“look, we might be facing a storm soon and I want to send a group of you over to our headquarters in Yeosu, they will be hit the hardest and in all honesty they need all the help they can get”

Relief and embarrassment flow through you as his intentions are made clear. you let out a small nervous giggle struggling with the intrusive desire to slap yourself across the face.

“I can go on my own,” Jin interrupted, and you quickly turned to him. his face cold and expressionless, your stomach dropping once again and all those bad feelings that had previously  swallowed you, began eating at you all over again.

“I'm sure Ms. Y/n  here has a lot of work on her plate and I'm sure I can do most of the work myself.”

His words were rational, made sense even but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking this was just the aftermath of the rumors that had been spreading. You understood him, being spoken about and stared at when most times all he wanted to do was go about undetected must’ve been uncomfortable, albeit it made your insides twist.

“oh i'm sure you are more than capable but there will be a lot to cover and I just don’t think you’ll be able to manage.”

“Then give me a team, Ms. Y/n can stay here with the others - I'm sure we will need coverage here too” Jin insisted. you couldn’t bring yourself to protest. It was probably the best idea. You didn’t want any more rumors to spread about the two of you, not when it made Jin treat you like this. The game was over - no longer did you find amusement in your actions, instead you started to regret toying with him in the first place. it was immature on your part and you wanted nothing more than to apologize for your childish ways.

“I can understand your consideration of Ms. Y/n but it wasn’t a request” Mr. Han stated, causing chills to go down your spine.

“the train tickets have been purchased, you will be departing tomorrow morning” your boss concluded.

Jin stood up first, walking out of the room without another word. You followed behind quickly, your head spinning in circles as you tried catching up to him. 

“Jin” you called, but he kept his pace - not bothering to look back at you.

“Jin” you repeated, your voice much louder this time. 

His steps slowed, a sigh falling from his lips before he turned to look at you - you couldn't make out the stare he held once his eyes met with yours but it made you feel like shit. This entire ordeal was making you question the kind of person you were and for the first time since you had begun playing mind games with the man, you had realized how fucked this entire thing was. 

“How can i help you Ms. Y/n” his tone had always been reserved but this time it was different - you could feel the chill from a mile away. 

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry” you breathed. 

“Okay” he answered. 

“Okay?” you questioned, taken aback by his response. 

“Okay” Jin reaffirmed before he spun around and left you standing alone and confused in the empty hallway. 

The train ride had been 3 long painful hours and even though all your colleagues had slept peacefully, including Daiyu who snored into your ear the entire trip you hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Jin. He avoided you like the plague the entire way to Yeosu. Putting on his headphones when it was only the two of you awake, making sure he was the first to exit the train once it arrived, and when you entered the shared home you and your colleagues would be staying in for the longevity of the trip, he intentionally chose the room furthest away from yours.

You decided to just let the situation be, there wasn’t anything you could do now and besides, it didn’t appear like he even wanted an apology. Maybe, seeking him out would only make things worse.

“Have you talked to him?” Daiyu asked, setting up a small satellite on the ground to assist the tracking of the storm.

“no” you muttered, writing down notes in your notepad “and quite frankly I don’t intend to Daiyu.”

“oh come on, we will be here for 2 more days and you guys are just gonna what? Pretend the other is not there? It's making me and everyone else uncomfortable” she complained.

“And what other options do I have? I tried to apologize but he just said okay, like what even is that? okay?!” you huffed with frustration.

“he even stayed in when we said we would go out for drinks” you whisper, the topic alone distracting you from the data you were collecting. The memory caused an ache in your chest, an ache that you didn’t like. It was a faint soreness that had accompanied you many times before, during nights of heartache and rejection, so imperceptible yet debilitating.

“The kid likes you, we know he likes you, you know he likes you, and you like him” Daiyu shrugs “why are you dragging this?” her tone was annoyed but she held a smile on her face.

“it's more complicated than that and you know that” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“ugh whatever keep eye fucking him for all I care” Daiyu groaned.

“Are you all done here? I'll wait in the car” you yelled, taking quick steps away from Daiyu.

“hey! We need to make sure it's stable!” Daiyu yelled out but you ignored her, pretending to be too far to hear her curses.

As predicted the storm had arrived ferociously. Wind ripping through the city, rain pouring harshly - turning the sky opaque. Your dry and pained eyes stared at the computer screen in front of you as you wrote yet another report, racing against mother nature in an attempt to keep up with the current weather. You hadn’t slept in the last 24 hours and the toll it had left was visible. The only thing keeping you awake being the loud crackles of thunder tearing into the sky. 

You had been locked in your room all day and you had no intentions on stepping out.

The rest of the group with the exception of Jin had left to track the storm, giving you hourly updates on the current situation and the damage the storm was leaving in its path. Knowing you were alone with him in the same house left an anxious haze in your system.

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds, giving them some moisture but your mind wandered to another place, drifting deeper into your consciousness - within the darkness of your tightly shut eyes you envisioned Jin’s capable hands. touching, roaming, rubbing. You retracted the image of his mouth, of his tongue. Sliding, licking, pulling. And then there it was, the pooling between your thighs, the pressure under your navel.

Your eyes opened quickly as another thunder rolled through the sky, bright lights seeping through your half-opened blinds, dragging you away from your salacious contemplations.

You needed to clear your mind, to provide your brain another task to focus on before it began to rot. An impulse surged through you, your body rising from the chair it had made a home out of and stepping out into the dark house. What was the worst that could happen? For Jin to ignore you? He was already doing that anyway.

Your steps were soft as you made your way to the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea sounding delicious at the moment, it would help you fall asleep and above all it would shake away the anxiousness that gripped you. your mouth watered with the idea. 

Aside from the small creaks the foundation of the old home made against the strong wind outside- everything else was completely silent. The gray evening sky offering the only source of light throughout the space.

You reached into the coverts and pulled out a kettle, which you filled with water and set on the stove to boil. Your eyes wandered out the window, concerned with the raging weather that apparently had no intentions on stopping. You were worried for your team, hoping they had found shelter, and you were also worried about running into Jin. all the bravery you had suddenly found in those short seconds when you first decided to leave your room quickly fading away. you blinked slowly, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion pressing on your body.

 You made mental plans of a warm shower and then finally some rest, if the thunder allowed it.

If your Jin ridened brain would allow it.

There was another crackle in the sky and then the sliding door in the dining room opened and slammed shut, your whole nervous system jolting as a loud scream escaped your mouth. you turned your head to access the damage the wind had probably caused but your made out a figure standing by the door. A drenched, heaving figure. You blinked rapidly, ensuring it wasn’t your imagination and once your brain awakened from its internal slumber you realized that the person standing there, dripping wet from head to toe was Jin.

“Jin?” you exclaimed “are you okay?”

Your feet moved quickly towards him, mind racing with weariness at the sight of him. His presence left a puddle on the floor, his rain slicked black hair stuck to his forehead. He nodded slightly, wanting to avoid further questioning. You reached into the closet nearby and pulled out a clean towel. 

He was shivering, mouth trembling as he stood there in complete silence.

“What were you doing outside? It's dangerous out there” your voice was stern, but you weren’t trying to reprimand him. Jin was a grown man, and you were sure he was aware of the current climate.

“I had forgotten my camera” he simply explained, holding up the canon T7 camera for you to see.

“Gosh, let me help you” you sighed, taking fast steps towards him. your mind was racing with ways you could help him, concerned with his well-being however once you were closer, all those thoughts stopped – paused by the view in front of you. Jin’s black t-shirt was glued to his body, the imprint of his torso visible through the wet material. His face dripped droplets of water as he stared at you with those eyes that you habitually melted over and you weren’t sure if it was due to the rain outside, but his skin appeared to glisten, accentuating the veins that crawled down his forearms and down his hands.

This wasn’t the time to look, to peer like you often did, not a moment to tease but your eyes couldn’t help trail down to his sweats that now due to the weight of the water they had absorbed sat just below his waist, his underwear peeking above them.

You cleared your throat, attempting to remain focused whilst your hands tended to the shivering man in front of you but once the towel touched his skin, his hand came up to grip yours. You looked up at him quickly, your brows knitting with concern. His eyes pierced through you and you recalled the reason why the both of you hadn’t spoken this entire time, remembered the way he had avoided you at all costs.

“don’t do that” his tone was low, a heaviness within it that you had never heard him use before.

“do what?” yours quivered, a crack forming at the last word.

“don’t provoke me,” Jin stated.

The ache returned inside your chest, the one that you hated so much and you felt weak. Your eyes faltered, blinking away from his gaze with a heavy sigh.

“Jin, I want to apologize again, I shouldn’t have-“ you began, unable to recognize the softness in your words - a knot embedding itself in your trachea.

“What are you apologizing for?” his expression was that of confusion and you felt intimidated. The question leaves you disoriented.

“what?” you asked.

“you shouldn’t apologize if you aren’t sorry.”

“but I am” you stood on those words, truly feeling culpable of the situation you had created due to your lack of self control, due to your habit of complicating things but Jin’s words held different meaning which you had missed due to your lack of sleep,or perhaps it was because you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the bulge that pressed against his drenched sweats.

 Jin was teasing you.

He stepped closer, his chest now mere inches from yours. His towering build caused you to become very aware of how tall he really was, you didn’t speak another word as the room suddenly shrunk 3 sizes, your breath trapped inside of your rib cages.

“I take pride in the kind of man that I am” he muttered, leaning his face towards yours. “im respectful – a well mannered man” Jin’s eyes trailed down to your lips and he watched them intently as they parted slightly. 

“I am a civil man” he whispered, his hand rising to caress the skin of your cheek softly - erupting goosebumps everywhere inside of you. the shy and concealed man you had come to know had disappeared, leaving no traces of innocence – his stare flickering with lust. His thumb smoothed over your mouth and you could feel your heart rumble within your chest, your body trembling with each outlet of air.

“but you continue to toy with me, you appear in my dreams where I find myself doing the most indecent things to you” the confession made you lean into his touch, the realization of how good his hand felt pressed against your cheek eliminating all hesitation “it makes me question what a gracious man like me can do.”

“Jin” you trembled, body running feverishly warm as you bore into his eyes.

His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with strands of your hair and he pulled, firmly but yet not hard enough to cause pain – your mouth opened as a whine traveled through your throat but before it could escape; his lips landed on yours.

 his tongue twisting away the small complaint.

It felt like a dream, like it wasn't real and for a second you wanted to pinch yourself – you wanted your alarm to go off so that you could wake up because it felt too real and dreams like these often brought you utter disappointment. Jin ran his hands against your body, his cold touch leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

You could feel your arousal dripping against your panties, the exhilaration of his mouth and hands on you leaving your mind hazed. Jin’s hand trailed under your tank top, his fingers gracing your stomach as they dragged themselves towards your breast, your small whimpers pouring into his ravenous mouth. His hand went under your bra where his fingers found your nipples, rubbing them lightly. your body leaning into his as a consequence. You both stood so close now and yet, it didn’t feel like enough.

You wanted to melt into him, wanted to feel him everywhere all at once – until you couldn't breath, until you were louder than the storm outside.

Small moans left your lips, urging him to lose all control and you could tell he was reaching his breaking point when his hips jerked forward, his erection pressing against your thigh. You leaned away from his lips, eyes meeting at the sudden action. You tugged at his drenched t-shirt and he allowed you to remove it, lifting his arms up in the air. Your eyes trailed his skin as you exposed it, inch by inch.

He was gorgeous, not a trace of imperfections on his soft pale skin – his shoulders were so broad and you pictured your legs stretched over them, giving him full access to the part that pulsed sorely in-between your thighs.

His hand reached for your hair once again, pulling your head back - his tongue traveling up the valley of your neck. your eyes fluttered shut, mouth releasing short sighs as he bit and nibbled on the tender skin. You felt like your skin was on fire, cheeks burning due to the lack of oxygen his mouth was causing. It was a  high you wanted to be in at all times.

 you had misread Jin entirely. This man was capable of destroying you, the evidence in the way your body trembled under his attention.

His hand slipped from under your shirt, finding the hem of your pajama pants and guiding his hand inside. Your mouth falling completely open once his slender fingers reach your clit, quivering in anticipation. He palmed you through your panties slowly, allowing your wetness to spread across the crutch of your panties.

“mhmm so warm” Jin groaned almost painfully.

He licked his lips as he stared into your eyes, darkness enveloping them the longer his hand remained inside of your pants, you knew you were completely fucked, he had you right where he wanted you.

 a thought arises from within the deepest part of your mind that perhaps, he was the one toying with you all this time. testing how far you would go to bring him to this point.

“Jin” you moaned “I want to uh.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked, arching his brow at your broken request.

You couldn’t concentrate but you were sure of what you wanted, of what you wanted to do to him. you reached forward, your hand finding his rock hard dick - giving it a slow pump. It quivered under your touch, urging you for more. Small groans fell out Jin’s mouth, the hand intertwined with your hair pulling back a bit harder.

Your eyes pleaded out to him -  slowly sinking on your knees. your stare never breaks with Jin. You wanted to look at him while you snatched his soul away, you had imagined this moment so many times and now that it was finally here, presented to you in a silver platter your mouth salivated. You slowly pushed down his sweats and then his boxers, his erection springing out, standing tall in front of you.

Your willing tongue unraveled from your mouth, holding his delicate length in your hand as you slid your tongue up his shaft, spreading your saliva against the pulsing vein there. Your deep breaths cascades over his tip, his cock twitching against your tongue in anticipation. Jin watched  through hooded eyes, unable to blink away from your position under him.

“Ah fuck” he groaned. 

You looked so pretty, so dirty – he could cum from the sight alone.

Your tongue glided towards his tip, your damp muscle collecting all the pre-cum that sat on his slit, the salty taste making your clit pulsate. Your tongue slipped back and forth and then you felt it, his whole body trembling at the pleasure you were drawing out with just your mouth and you let out a moan, one that you couldn’t withhold because god did he look ethereal from this angle.

You eased his head into your mouth, eyes wide open looking up at him – your cheeks hollowing as you began to slowly bob your head, allowing him to catch his breath whilst your tongue glided around his thickness. Hisses streamed out of him, the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him leading him to throw his head back in pleasure.

Your saliva allowed you to take in more of him – feeling his cock reach the back of your throat, tickling your tonsils. you began moving your head faster, your hand reaching to pump the length that your mouth couldn’t take, the other slipping inside of your pajamas, your fingers rubbing against your folds and dipping inside of your warm walls.

His hand reached down, gripping your hair again and you noticed it was something he liked to do but you didn’t mind – the small pang of discomfort causing moans to vibrate against his dick. Jin’s hips started to move into your willing mouth, drool dripping down your chin as you continued your quick tempo – the sound of his drenched cock dipping in and out of your mouth echoing inside of the dining area along with the sound of your gagging. 

Your eyes burned, tears brimming at the corners but you didn’t dare to look away as he looked down at you, he appeared so sexy whilst in heat, the thought that it was you doing this to him causing your fingers to move quicker inside of you, your arousal gliding down your hands. 

“Y/n” Jin moaned.

You removed your hand from his shaft and took in the rest of him, you could feel your throat begin to burn but you didn’t care – your need to have his entire length in your mouth overpowering even your need for air. Your head bobbed up and down, waiting for him to come undone in your mouth but his hand pulled back on your head, causing his cock to slide out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“That's not where I want to come,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. 

He glided his thumb against your pulsing red lips, collecting the drool that remained on your chin. You whimpered, your own thumb pressing against your clit - fucking yourself to the sight of him. He carried a dark ardor, a look in his eyes that you had never witnessed before or perhaps never noticed. 

In one swift movement you were off the floor, Jin placed you on the kitchen counter - his tongue once again sliding down the nape of your neck dragging out small moans from your mouth. He was experienced, his mouth and hands knowing where to touch and tug as if he had studied your entire anatomy and you let him, falling into the bliss of all your lust filled dreams. 

His mouth found yours, his lips blending against your own with rapid appetite. His hands traveled to your waist, moving his fingers in between the skin and the hem of your pants and with one pull - he brought down your pajamas and dampened panties. You yelped as the cold air hit your hot clit - begging for his touch. He pulled away from your kiss - bringing his pointer and index finger into his mouth and coating the digits with his saliva - his eyes fixed on yours. 

Your body shivered, as you watched him preparing himself to completely wreck you and not a word of objection leaves your mouth, entranced with how sexy he makes it all look. He’s a professional and you had been too cocky to ever realize that. He pressed his fingers against your throbbing pussy, your hips jerking forward at the sensation. His fingers are long and warm against your cunt and you want nothing more than to have them inside of you. 

“Shhh relax” Jin hummed, rubbing your clit in small slow circles. 

Your breath trembled, mouth falling open as he teased your needy cunt - a smirk forming on his lips. Your touch deprivation didn't go unnoticed to the man standing in front of you. Your back arching into his teasing contact. He leaned forward and left wet kisses on your chest, trails of love bites and saliva as  he reached your breast and then his fingers began to move faster - his mouth taking one of your nipples into his mouth with ease. 

“Jin” you whimpered. He was everywhere all at once and your body shook, he was too much and yet you were capable of taking it all. 

His tongue went flat against your hardened nub, gliding it up and down and then sucking on the nipple softly, your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your legs shaking as he slid one finger into your welcoming cunt and then another, and then another and soon he began pumping them quickly, holding no mercy. 

Your hips matched his tempo and your breast begin to bounce as fucked yourself into his hand. Jin pulled away from your breast - not wanting to miss how much of a slut you had become for him. Your eyes were completely shut - allowing the feeling to take over you completely and you were a wreck but you couldn’t control your hips as they rolled against his appendages. Jin groaned at the sight of you, of your Pretty cunt taking all 3 of his fingers. 

“Look at you, you love this don’t you” he muttered into your ears, his forehead pressed into your cheek as he looked down at his fingers disappearing into your cunt, glistening with your juices - leaving a small puddle on the counter. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked but you remained silent, whimpers replacing the answer you wanted to give. 

“Mhm?” Jin urged you, wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Y-yes” you stuttered. 

“Look who's stuttering now” he mocked and your eyes open, gleaming with lust. 

Jin slowly retracted his fingers from where they had remained, embedded inside of you, the action making you whine in desperation which made Jin smile in response - you were needy, no longer in control and Jin felt his dick quiver at the realization. He looked deep into eyes as he stood in front of you. he raised his hand and spit into his palm proceeding to lather up your already dripping cunt. You could feel his saliva coat your clit, the feeling causing your whole body to tremble. 

He leaned back in for a kiss, slowly pressing you back into the counter until you could only see the ceiling above you. His hands slid up your thighs and with one swift movement he brought your ass to the end of the counter, your legs now placed exactly where you had wanted them to be for so long, where you thought they would look their best, thrown over his shoulders. 

“You look so good like this” he groaned, his eyes scanning your half naked body. 

You could hear the loud whistling of the tea kettle on the stove consume the entire room, creating a symphony with the moans that rattled from your lungs and then Jin sank into you, with so much ease, so smoothly that for the next few seconds you couldn't breath. 

Jin’s hands rubbed along your legs, his hips starting to roll into you with swift and disposed movements. You could feel all of him, the pulsations of his cock as he slowly retracted and then easily slipped back inside. The way the tip of his cock reached your ovaries, your legs quivering out of reflex. 

“Jin” you cried out and you lost it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he snapped his waist, pounding into you with so much speed that the counter underneath you began to shake, Jin’s hand flied to your tank top, gripping it in his hand -  pulling at the fabric with each thrust that he gave you. 

“Is this what you wanted me to do all this time?” he questioned, bringing his thumb against your clit. 

“Y-yes” you yelped. 

“Fuck Y/n” he moaned breathlessly and the thunder outside was no match for the sound of your greedy wet cunt taking his entire length, your loud yelps and moans masking the natural disaster taking place. 

Your ass bounced against his thighs each time he slammed into you and he was frantic, your warm walls smothering his aching cock as he plunged into you with so much need and desire you could feel your clit swell around him. As you peered down at him there wasn’t a trace left of the shy boy you once knew. His eyes darkened, glazed over as he stared at his dick stretching out your walls. His teeth biting down onto his lip harshly in a foolish attempt to refrain from the grunts that vibrated from his chest. 

His fingers rubbed quickly over your flustered clit, it was as if he already knew what you needed before you said it, he had you down to a science and you couldn’t stop your body from convulsing, your cunt squeezing around him as a signal of your incoming orgasm. 

“Jin i’m gonna-” you yelp out, this orgasm was different from the ones you would give yourself to the thought of him, pressure beginning to form dangerously in your core. 

“Shhhh i know princess relax” he hummed like an expert only would. 

Your legs fell from his shoulders and his hands received them quickly, holding them wide open. The view of your pussy taking him to the hilt  urging him to flutter in pleasure but he didn’t want to look away - he didn’t want to miss a beat, not when it had been everything he’s dreamed of and more. 

You looked so perfect, felt so perfect and whilst he fought the utter pleasure surging through him, that left him completely spent he could feel your cunt constricting around his cock, his hips faltering at the sudden tightness that enveloped him. 

“Ahh ahh” Jin yelped. 

 With loud moans you came undone, your body tensing and muscle restricting - eyes brimming with tears and just as fast, you felt every cell inside of you ease, like a shot of anesthesia, body and mind going completely blank. Moments later Jin shoots streams of his warm nectar into your walls, filling up every ridge, his milk oozing out as he retracts his hips slowly, careful as to not disturb your high. 

By the time the morning crept into the city of Yeosu, the storm had subsided - superseded by the bright sun that now shined directly in your face. You concluded that the sky had made it its goal to not allow you peaceful slumber these past few days. Denying you the pleasures of rest. You had been awake for a few minutes now but you had been reluctant to open your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the soft comforter wrapped around your nude body. 

Perhaps you were just really tired but the truth was that you just didn’t want to recognize the body that laid next to you, soft snores flowing past their lips, their face nestled into the crook of your neck. 

If you opened your eyes then it would all come to an end, the feeling of his arm wrapped around your waist, the feeling of his weight besides you. Yet, you knew it couldn't last forever and although neither of you had shared any words regarding the events that took place last evening, or the other things that happened after that, you concluded it would all end the same way it usually did. 

You weren’t unfamiliar to awkward goodbyes when the sexual tension dissipated and though inside you wanted to hold onto the hope that maybe this time it would be different, that Jin wasn't like that - you were aware of the inevitable. 

Your eyes blinked open with a soft hiss and for a moment you were blinded by a ray of sunshine gleaming on your face - you raised one of your arms, blocking away the light and carefully turned to glance over at the sleeping man beside you. Jin was sound asleep and you could tell how completely at ease he was in contrast to your nerves that rattled you out of your very needed and desired slumber. 

You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to wake up to an empty bed but you knew it would only be harder if you were to leave whilst he was awake, you knew he would attempt to sooth the rejection that was approaching. 

You carefully lifted his arm from around your waist, sliding inch by inch out of the comforter you both shared. Your eyes remained on his resting form, his lips slightly parted and his disheveled silky black locks sprawled on the pillow underneath his head - he looked angelic and your heart lurched at the sight. 

You contemplated if you should’ve stayed, if you could allow yourself a bit of cruelty in exchange for comfort but you had been down that road many times before and at last you made up your mind. Your eyes moved to scan the floor, trying to find the article of clothing you wore the day before but they are nowhere to be found. 

“Shit” you whispered. 

Scenes of the previous day flashed through your mind like a silent film, replaying the lust filled moments you both shared - your bodies intertwining in nearly every room of the vacant home until you found shelter under his bed sheets. His moans and whimpers forever embedded into your memory causing your legs to quiver as you stood disoriented in his room. 

You had left your clothing sprawled in different corners of the house - evidence left for your colleagues to find upon their arrival. 

Jin’s body twists and turns and grumbles fall from his lips, shifting you into overdrive. your hands quickly picked up one of his t-shirts that had been thrown across the floor. You slipped the fabric over your head - being suddenly hit with his scent, guilty adrenaline soaring through you. 

You slowly moved towards the door, your steps careful and calculated as you attempted to escape the room like a foolish thief. Your hands reached for the doorknob, wincing as the door creaked under your touch, cursing at the old house for exposing you in such a dire situation. 

“I thought i had at least 5 more minutes” Jin’s raspy voice echoed inside of the silence you so badly tried to keep. 

Your body froze - heart thumping inside of your chest at a faster rate than before. You shut your eyes as a grimace took over your expression - you had been caught, red handed. You tried to come up with an excuse, in order to lessen the blow but nothing came to mind and as you turned you gave him the words you had heard oh so many times before. 

“Sorry, i didn't want to wake you” the words left a pungent aftertaste in your mouth as you spoke them. 

Jin was sitting amongst the mess of comforter and sheets you both had made, his bare chest gleaming with the light that ripped through the windows - his hand reaching to rub his puffy eyes, a long exhausted sigh leaving his lips. 

“It's too early for you to lie and honestly, I'm too tired to believe it.”

You blinked quickly, his statement throwing you off balance. His tone did not hold any anger or frustration - he sounded disappointed. He was a reflection of you this time and now you were the one having to seek for poor excuses regarding your sudden departure. 

“Jin I-” you tried to speak but your words were cut off by silence, a boulder sitting comfortably against your throat. 

Jin shifted from his sitting position - his eyes focused on your messy hair and on his favorite t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. 

“You are always close but yet, so out of reach Y/n” Jin states “as open as you appear to be you hold your doors so tightly that your hands grow blisters.” he didn’t intend to be harsh - in fact his words are only a demonstration of how deeply he had come to know you but you couldn’t control the bitter sensation they left inside of you. 

“I didn't mean to- '' you began but couldn’t finish, swallowing down your justifications. 

“I can predict the weather for the next 2 weeks but not what you will do next” he chuckled and your lips quivered at the reality of what he was saying, of the truths that he knew and threw at you without hesitation. 

“I just don't want to mess things up - not this time around Jin, not with you” your mouth grew dry, your eyes glistening with tears that you didn’t want to let out. 

“That’s not a decision you can make on your own,” Jin retorted. 

“Jin, i've been here before so many times - i don't want it to be you running out of my life this time, the thought alone is unbearable and i know we don't know each other like that but i don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, you are a really nice guy” you don’t breath between your words, your lungs constricting as you give him your reasons in fear that he won't understand. 

“Well I'm not the one sneaking out of the room, am i?” 

Jin’s stare was sharp and you fidgeted under it - your mind attempting to find other logical reasons why whatever it is you both shared ultimately would come crashing down in the most vile kind of way. 

“What if you grow tired of me?” you whispered, eyes looking away from his. 

“I like coffee” he jokes and this time you smile. 

“I'm being serious!” you whine, your brows knitting with the conflicting debate that expands in your head. 

“Y/n, i am a grown man” Jin smirks “and not the kind that plays silly little games.”

Your eyes snap in his direction - a pang of guilt shooting through you. 

“Yeah i’m sorry about that too” you mutter, your cheeks growing flushed in embarrassment. 

“Are you?” Jin raises his eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his cheeks.

“Stop apologizing and come here.”

It doesn't take a second longer before you swiftly remove his t-shirt from your body - making a mental note to remind him that it belongs to you now. the insignificant object becoming one of the first things he will let you keep without hesitation because this man, the one who you decorate with kisses - the one that has entered your atmosphere at high speeds and at an unknown trajectory will never be like the others.

© 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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☆ short #2 ~ yoongi: oral

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☆ short #4 ~ taehyung: a simple love for thighs

☆ short #5 ~ jin: cock warming

☆ short #6 ~ jimin: mutual masturbation

☆ short #7 ~ hobi: fake cum, real cum & a butt plug

☆ short #8 ~ jungkook: morning sex

☆ short #9 ~ taehyung: ghostface

☆ short #10 ~ taehyung: cum swallowing

☆ short #11 ~ jungkook: body worship

☆ short #12 ~ yoongi: sex in the dressing room

☆ short #13 ~ jimin: oral fixation

☆ short #14 ~ jin: fingering

☆ short #15 ~ namjoon: a specific love for creampies

☆ short #16 ~ jungkook: car sex and pantie stuffing

☆ short #17 ~ hobi: dacryphilia

☆ short #18 ~ taehyung: praise

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☆ short #21 ~ jungkook: face riding

☆ short #22 ~ namjoon: slip of the tongue

☆ short #23 ~ namjoon: size kink

☆ short #24 ~ namjoon: in the closet

☆ short #25 ~ yoongi: make-up sex

☆ short #26 ~ jungkook: new toy

☆ short #27 ~ yoongi: hair pulling

☆ short #28 ~ jungkook: alternative methods

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a way to wake | ksj

you're fast asleep and seokjin has to wake you up... an old method he used on his friend eventually comes to mind

description/tags/note: seokijn drabble / fluff + suggestive / established relationship / i had this idea in my head for a while, ever since i found out how jin used to wake up jungkook when they were younger... and i ended up writing the whole thing while stuck in traffic on a random afternoon / i am actively working on til you make it 2 whenever i have the time! i'm glad i took my time with it, i improved it in all this time and am still thinking of ways to improve it little by little / also, i often get ideas or scenarios in my head that could be mini pieces, not even a drabble - some are barely even 500 words. would you guys be interested in stuff like that? lmk!! / anyways, enjoy!! / edit: i edited this fic to make it even more suggestive. they both hint at yn wanting jin to wake her up by touching her.

wc: ~1.3k words

Seokjin didn’t have it in him. You were sleeping so peacefully beside him, as you had through all seven of your alarms, likely finally getting in a good rest after many sleepless nights… and he had to disturb it?

He knew he didn’t really have a choice - you were already running late. It wasn’t going to be a problem for Seokjin really, after you both showered, it’d only take him a couple more minutes at most to change into his suit. You, on the other hand, always needed some extra time to get ready, and that ‘extra’ time was getting shorter and shorter the more he let you sleep.

You’d want him to wake you up, he knew that for certain, as well as the fact that you would probably scold him as well as yourself for your sleeping in. That reminder is what finally got him to nudge and rub your shoulder.

“Jagiya?”

He repeats the action numerous times, raising the volume of his voice every time, but still, you slept.

“Honey,” he calls with a laugh, tickling your side, belly, and thigh. Your elbow twitches once, but never again despite him repeating the action over and over again. “We need to leave soon. You need to wake up now, darling.”

Nothing.

He gets up to pull open a bit of the curtains, letting sunlight stream in and disrupt the darkness of your bedroom.

Still, nothing.

Frustrated now, Seokjin pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo of you sleeping - just for himself - before opening up the music app. He plays clips of several songs, and all you do is wince, sleeping through them as you did your alarms.

“Are you faking it?” he asks aloud to your sleeping body. “Jagi… if you’re faking sleep, I swear I won’t eat you out tonight. I’m serious.”

Nothing.

That definitely would’ve done it if you were faking sleep. Really, you had no reason to fake it - you'd panic at the mere thought of running late - but Seokjin couldn’t eliminate the possibility entirely. You could be a bit of a brat at times.

He half considers physically pulling you out of bed, throwing a plushie at you, or emptying a water bottle on you, until he remembers a failsafe. A way that couldn’t hurt you like manhandling could, nor anger you with wet pajamas and sheets.

Jungkook’s way.

Seokjin giggles to himself at the thought. He had never tried it on any of his exes in the past, just Jungkook, really. It wasn't uncommon for boys to do such a thing at that age, especially when they were playfully roughhousing, which, with Jungkook, happened every day and at any time of day. Seokjin always had the edge by starting off Jungkook's days just like that - it always did the trick... And considering the other similarities you shared with Seokjin's younger friend, it wasn’t something to dismiss entirely.

Slowly, he turns you until you’re lying entirely on your back against the mattress, facing the ceiling with shut eyes. He moves from his position next to you until he’s over you, straddling your body with a knee planted on either side of your hips. He never took on this position with Jungkook of course, and almost started regretting it already - you felt too good.

“Jagi,” he whispers, pulling away the blanket from your body and letting his hand graze the skin at your collarbone and your stomach by the hem of your pajama top. He kisses your neck once, calling your name. It was the final chance he'd give you before he’d pull the trigger.

And you didn’t budge.

He sighs in defeat, not holding back his smile any longer when he sees your hardened nipples peak through the thin fabric of your top. Ready. Just for him.

With his index finger and thumb on both hands, Seokjin pinches and fiddles with your raised buds for mere seconds before you shoot up, finally awake.

“Wh?! W..what the fuck?! Jin!” you yell, wriggling underneath your fiancé’s body as he laughs, tumbling over you.

“I can’t believe that worked,” he says between his giggles, stopping only when you lazily reach towards his chest. “YA! I only did that to wake you up. You slept through your alarms, bub. We’re running late.”

“WHAT?!” you yell, pushing him off of you and hurriedly searching for your phone. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?

“I TRIED!” he protests, getting off the bed. “You slept like a rock. Who knew squeezing your nipples would finally do it? It’s what I used to do to Jungkook when we shared a dorm. Though, of course, I used to twist his nipples to the point where he was certain I detached them from his body somehow. I tried handling you with care, princess.”

“Couldn’t you have used your fingers somewhere else, Seokjin? A bit lower perhaps? You know, something Jungkook doesn’t have? Something you could only possibly do with your girlfriend?”

Seokjin stares at you. Despite the fact that you’d looked delectable asleep and under him already, the thought never occurred to him. Of course the thought wouldn’t occur to him. This wasn’t a conversation you had had together and he hadn’t gotten your consent or any hint that it’d be something you would want. Unless of course, he had been the reason you refused to wake up… Seokjin’s mind wanders with a desperate need within him to have the conversation then and there, knowingly unprepared if you’d admitted to it all. Wanting to be woken up that way. A dream, perhaps. They might have just forget the event altogether…

He begins following you around the room with pleas for a moment to talk, but you don’t turn back for a second until it is to do the exact opposite of handling him with care - dragging and pushing him into the bathroom.

Seokjin watches as you undress, doing the same and half hoping for a quickie, considering your eagerness. He almost felt his length begin to harden, but soon you’re pushing him once more, into the tepid shower with a loofah in hand. He tries to put his thought away for now, caring for your body in another way he felt so privileged to do. To maximize efficiency, you wash yourselves and one another before going about your routines at double the pace. Seokjin’s entirely dressed in minutes, save for his suit jacket, while you were still getting ready, wearing a lingerie set underneath a robe. Extra time for you, and extra time for him to admire you.

“Help me with my dress,” you command him, stepping into a dress he promptly zips up, but not before he drinks up the sight of you in brown silk and lace underneath. Stood behind you, he watches as you adorn yourself with jewelry but can’t stop his hand from snaking over your waist, softly cupping your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You don’t react save for a sharp inhale, continuing to adorn your look. You’re so stunning it almost brings him to his knees. He’d happily allow his body to get there, too, kneeling to tease you at the very least and at most, sneaking his head underneath your dress and pulling down your underwear - just for a taste. But instead, he nudges his head in the crook of your neck - softly kissing along the chain of your necklace. “Tell me, honey… were you dreaming of me? Is that why you didn’t want to wake up?”

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting Seokjin’s hand on your waist, his fake arrogance replaced with a wide smile in seconds. “We need to leave.”

“I made a promise,” Seokjin says, wearing his jacket. “While you were asleep. I made a promise.”

“Oh?” you question, spraying perfume on the two of you. The final touch.

“I said that if you were faking sleeping through your alarms, I wouldn’t eat you out tonight.”

The promise makes you stop in your tracks towards the front door, Seokjin getting there first with an intrigued expression on his face when he looks back. “Since you weren’t faking it, that means I have to do it. And since you slept through the many different ways I tried waking you up… I guess it seems I gotta get you to do something else.... gotta get you somewhere.... many different ways tonight…. Oh, and of course, you won't be faking it this time around as well.”

He’s unsure if the redness in your cheeks is heat flooding your system or makeup he simply hadn’t noticed a minute prior. As you make your way towards your fiancee, you see smugness only slightly present on his face, overshadowed by sincerity - that of a genuine promise. Your hands fiddle with Seokjin’s tie before resting on his chest.

“I didn’t realize dreams could manifest into reality that quickly.”

“I knew it,” Seokjin smiles, kissing your hand as his ears go red. The idea of you actually having a wet dream about him this long into your relationship… the fact that you’d dream of him and his body pleasuring yours, after only hours apart in sleep… it sent him into a frenzy.

“I mean, I know I’ll hear it tonight, but I kind of wish you’d been moaning my name in your sleep…”

“Well, you didn’t see my pajama shorts, did you?,” you whisper, flicking Seokjin’s nipple over his shirt. He winces but is quick to disregard the pain - his face flushed, and he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands, trying to reach for your waist, thigh, or ass - you push him away.

“It was a very vivid dream, honey. Don’t you worry… I’ll tell you all the many different ways I want it. The ways you did it… And tomorrow, wake me up like it never ended.”

There it was.

“Can we stay in? We’re late already,” Seokjin whines. “We can get a head start. Morning to morning…” He feeling his knees buckling at the thought, slowly trying to pull you closer to him in persuasion. You don’t budge and open the door instead.

“You know we can’t…. Now’s your time to dream of me.”

The hunger within him only grew, already fantasising of the of the night to come. Now, he was in competition with himself and he’d make sure your reality is far better than anything you could dream of.

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[lillsisamarshmallow]

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me Masterlist

Pairing: Hybrid!Poly!BTS x Fem!Reader

Word count: 61.1k

Read time: 4hrs 50mins

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Homelessness, Mentions of Violence, Blood, Fluff, Reader is described as being ‘smaller’ and ‘shorter’ than the boys.

Genre: Hybrids AU, Fluff, Angst, SWF, Caretaker!Reader

Status: Ongoing

Description:

When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Chapters: 

Teaser (0)

Bake, Eat, Run (1)

Trespassing (2)

Bunny Boy (3)

Nurse Y/n (4)

Roommates? (5)

Living Arrangements (6)

Water Fountain in the Kitchen! (7)

Rainy days, mysterious notes, and wet apologies (8)

It’s over…? (9)

Working Boys (10)

The Plan (11)

Fair Day (12)

The Betrayal (13)

House Guests (14)

Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! (15)

*This story is also posted on my Wattpad*

 ⚠!This is a work of fiction so please to don't apply anything seen and shown in the book to real life people or situations!⚠

 P.S.

I love receiving feedback and seeing people make up their own theories, headcannons, and ideas about my work so please feel free to do that and ask me any questions you like about the work! This is also my first long term/full length project and the first writing project in a few years. 😊

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[chateautae]

serve me | ksj. (m)

➵ summary: kim seokjin has been your annoyingly stoic butler ever since you started university, and were gifted your own penthouse. for years, your relationship had remained on the outs, subjecting seokjin to hearing your desperate moans for other men each time they climbed into your sheets; and each time you rubbed it in his face. little did you know that you were only riling him up, and it would be your moans for him bouncing off the walls when your taunting finally unravels his ironclad self-control.

➵ pairing: butler!seokjin x rich kid!f. reader

➵ genre: rich kid!au, domestic?au, forbidden relationship!au, age gap (8 years), porn but with plot :S, minor angst, fluff, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 16k

➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drug use (parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing/innuendos, tension, heavy making out, explicit sexual content, bit of soft dom/daddy!seokjin, switch!reader, mild brat-taming, lil age kink, marking, lots of licking, restraint (with his hands), nipple sucking, oral (m. and f. receiving), pussy eating (with the panties on and off 👀), deep-throating, ass-grabbing, unprotected sex (pls wrap before tapping), missionary + wall sex, multiple orgasms, creampie <33 

➵ a/n: hi lovelies! hope you enjoy this completely self-indulgent fic i wrote because i got random inspiration from harry osborne’s butler... YES THIS IDEA CAME FROM SPIDERMAN OF ALL THINGS 😭 enjoy!! thank you the lovely @ggukcangetit​​ for beta-ing this <3 as always, feedback is appreciated xoxo

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. I-don’t-have-a-life.” 

“Welcome home, Miss Y/L/N.” 

You sent Seokjin a bitter smile before walking right past him, tossing your purse aside and collapsing onto the couch. 

“Don’t you have, like, things to do instead of hovering, Seokjin?” 

The man stared at you with nothing but a blank face and slightly furrowed brows. It was the third night Seokjin had been employed to you, and absolutely nothing he did prompted you to show any likeness towards him. 

He swallowed and fixed his already upright posture, clearing his throat. “My thing is to take care of you, Miss Y/L/N.” 

You rolled your eyes, smothering your face into the couch with a huff—your moping was interrupted by his plain tone. 

“Did you have a good day, Miss Y/L/N?” 

“Would’ve been great without you incessantly texting me while I was out, and having to see your face.” You sweetly smiled for him, so much so that it was evidently fake. Seokjin merely swallowed, failing to reveal any real emotion.

“Well then, I will leave you be.” He declared, excusing himself from the main area to march towards the steps. 

You scoffed as he robotically made himself scarce, grinding your teeth together. “You know, showing some goddamn emotion may actually make me like you, you statue!” You shouted from the first floor, watching him turn to face you from the second. 

“I shall keep that in mind.” He simply stated, before disappearing down the corridor—you quickly snatched a cushion off your couch and screamed into it, kicking your feet. 

That was one of the many interactions you’d always had with Seokjin, your entire relationship defined by how much you hated the objective of his job, while he stoically went about ensuring it was performed impeccably.

Kim Seokjin was the irritating butler your family oh-so graciously had gifted you, leaving you despising his entire existence. 

It had been like that for as long as you could remember, four years of flat responses, blank faces and robot-like tendencies. The frustrating years all began with the summer before university, arriving home from a graduation party to find your parents seated in the living room, harbouring big news.

“Honey, take a seat. We have something to discuss.” 

And there you sat gob-smacked, irritation boiling in your veins once they broke the agitating news. 

“You hired a baby-sitter for me? What the fuck?!” 

“Language, honey.” Your father scolded you. 

“He’s not a baby-sitter, Y/N, he’s a butler, and he will be completely harmless.” Your mother softly explained. 

You crossed your arms with a dramatic huff, unable to contain your outrage. “There is no way in hell I’m living here if you hired some sort of watch dog to keep an eye on me. I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want, mom and dad.” 

“And we’re not saying you’re not an adult, Y/N. We’re simply employing you with a butler whose family has worked for us for years; it’s non-negotiable.” 

“You’re acting as if this is some sort of gift, it’s not! I thought I would be getting this penthouse to myself, that was the deal!” You actually stomped your foot, entirely fed up with this.

“Y/N, this penthouse may be yours but you are not capable of taking care of yourself right now. We hired him to help ease the responsibilities that come with living on your own.” 

“Ugh!” You blew up, abruptly rising from the couch. “You guys are completely killing my vibe, I’m not accepting this!” 

Four weeks later, you were forced to accept it. Your first year of university had crept up on you and no matter how many times you screeched at your parents, they never budged, weaponizing the classic threat of swiping the entire penthouse from you if you didn’t comply. 

The penthouse is what mattered most to you. It was conveniently located in the heart of Toronto and right next to your university, so there was absolutely no way you’d give up the lush palace that was every city-goer’s desire. 

Two beautiful stories, tall glass panels for windows with high ceilings, aesthetic brick-styled walls accompanied by opulent, vintage embellishments. Dark colour palettes with cherry woods and chic furniture—it was truly a dream. 

But alas, your glorious place was always wrecked by one thing; Seokjin’s annoying presence. 

The man moved as stealthily as a vampire, never to be seen or heard, but he still irked you. The constant idea of knowing he was there, knowing he can hear every sound, witness each and every guest you bring home with you, lingered somewhere near wherever you stayed—it consistently made you a grumpy bitch.

You didn’t have much against him, none of this was really his fault, anyway. He couldn’t deny his family’s work nor your parent’s bidding to take care of their daughter, but the situation always remained a thorn in your side. 

At one point, you decided to interrogate him, tired of his Casper the Friendly Ghost act. He seemed much older, though you were clueless on his exact age. You didn’t know where he was from, nothing about his education, his heritage, even his favourite damn colour. 

The only thing you knew was that he was drop-dead gorgeous. 

Yes, Seokjin was admittedly the most beautiful man you’d laid eyes upon. His luscious lips were your weakness, piggy-backed by his impeccably proportioned face, his charming almond-eyes and jet black, silky hair. It didn’t help that he was always adorned with a suit, and moved so elegantly, with a certain natural grace that massively allured you. 

He appeared to you like a movie-star or a model, a face worthy of being plastered all across department store windows to advertise whatever sorry-assed thing they were selling while the only thing anyone would give a fuck about is his stunning beauty. 

All these thoughts made you curious about why he was a butler, even if it was a family-run thing.

“So,” you cleared your throat one evening as you studied in the living room. Your soft Spotify playlist filled the room from your TV as you scribbled notes. “How old are you, Seokjin?” 

He didn’t answer, and you quirked a confused brow. You stopped writing to repeat your question. “Seokjin, hello? How old are you?” 

Again, no response. You scoffed as you shut your notebook and twisted around to locate him; he was staring at absolutely nothing as he stood motionless by the kitchen, merely blinking. “Earth to Seokjin? I’m talking to you.” 

“I’m advised to keep our conversations strictly impersonal, Miss. Y/L/N.” He blankly responded; you had to bitterly laugh. 

“Wow, ‘strictly impersonal.” You mockingly repeated. “Fucking mom and dad.” You shook your head cursing the damn folks; not only did they force you to accept this, but made it completely impossible for you to enjoy any of it?

“Well, I’m the one you’re taking care of, and I command you to speak to me.” 

“It’s correct you’re in my care, but Mr and Mrs Y/L/N are my employers, Miss Y/L/N; I must comply with their rules.” His smooth, silky voice graced your ears, nearly causing a shiver to wrack your spine. You couldn’t help but focus on the way his lips moved when he talked, and the gentle smile he flashed before returning to his Oscar-worthy performance of Michael Myers. 

You know, minus the killing, just the silence. 

You dramatically sighed, shutting your book and tossing it aside before rolling onto your stomach. You rested your chin in your palms as you eyed him with a bright smile over the couch, swinging your legs like a teenager. “Now, who says rules are to be complied with?” 

Seokjin’s brow slightly twitched in question, but remained quiet. You exhaled frustratingly before pouting, fed up with his silence. “Do you know how absolutely annoying that is? If you’re gonna be a glorified peeping tom for however long I live here, the least you can do is talk to me.” 

“I’m not a peeping tom, Miss Y/L/N.” He answered seriously, and it’s now, you realized, you’d actually provoked him. “I would never do anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. If I in any way do with my actions, then you must tell me, Miss. Y/L/N.” 

You absorbed his words with a conflicted face, eyeing him with skepticism. One part of you fought to antagonize him, to subject him to the absolute worst of your behaviour, but the other was adopting the slightest liking to him—you hated it. 

You sprung up for your seat, marching your way over to him until you invaded his personal space—Seokjin leaned away with widened, almost terrified eyes. “Miss Y/L/N?” 

“Listen, Seokjin.” You harshly began. “You wanna know what makes me uncomfortable? You. The entire goddamn idea of you, alright? No matter where I go or what I do, I hate knowing you’re in this house, capiche?” You knew you were being a bitch, you knew your tone was saturated with a cut-throat edge, but nothing else seemed to make the man budge. “And you know what I’ll do if you don’t at least make yourself likable? I’m going to live my life as if you don’t exist, and break every single rule my parents put in place. So, either you speak to me like a human being and disregard my parents’ petty rules, or I make your life a living hell, what’s it gonna be?” 

The man appeared acutely dazed. He swallowed multiple times as he studied your features, flickering between your tightly-drawn lips and fierce eyes, your crossed arms and strong, squared shoulders—he must’ve been detecting you were completely serious. 

“Alright, Miss Y/L/N.” He barely choked out, regaining his previous stoic stance; seems like you’d finally caught him off-guard. “But how will we ensure your mother and father do not find out about our… acquaintanceship?” 

“Simple,” you bounced your brows as you laid a finger across his chest, coquettishly drawing a useless pattern. “Ever heard of not kissing and telling, Seokjin?” 

Again, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and you enjoyed the reaction. He wet his lips before responding, watching your hand wander over his chest. “How would that fit our scenario?” 

“Easy, we kiss and don’t tell. Except we don’t kiss and just keep things secret,” your tone teasingly lightened, decreasing the space between you two—you couldn’t help but trail your finger up his throat, eventually pressing it against his delectable lips. “Unless you want to?” 

Seokjin suddenly, and unexpectedly, gave you a challenging look, curling his hand around yours and removing it from his lips. “You’re the woman I’m meant to take care of, Miss Y/L/N—nothing more.” 

You scoffed, caught in an unbelievable glare with him. Frustration crawled under your skin, how could he be so adamant about one thing? So what if he’s meant to take care of you, he could at least be fun or lighten up. Irritated, you snatched your hand out of his grasp, slightly disheartened by him rejecting you—oh well, not like you cared about what he thought, anyway. 

“You just waged a war,” you pointed at him with emphasis, stepping backwards towards the stairs. “And you’re not gonna like knowing I always win.” 

Before he could respond, you disappeared up your winding steps and into your room, shutting your door as loudly as possible to send the message across.  

It was always like that with Seokjin, no matter how much you pushed to develop some form of friendship, he always shot down your advances. It’s not like you were attempting to ensnare him in some elaborate trap to get him fired; you knew your parents knew you were a brat like that, and would fabricate anything to exterminate him.

So you decided to play this differently; with at least a semblance of the real desire to be friends with Seokjin. 

Nonetheless, you weren’t going to let his trivial existence dampen your life, throwing yourself into the pleasures of your university years. It was easy to make friends when you were the rich kid; inevitable almost. Even if you could tell half of their compliments and desire to help you with assignments all stemmed from the selfish need for advantages, some truly made the nights at your penthouse fun. 

It wasn’t long before guests would pile into your home, hosting them for study dates, movie nights, incessant girl-talk or much-needed sleep-overs. 

The war you declared would begin with your first tactic; disrupt the enemy’s flow. 

You constantly allowed Seokjin to tend to any of your needs including your friends. You didn’t mean to make him a servant, but if he was so adamant about remaining loyal to his work, then a butler he must be. 

Having friends over slowly transitioned into hosting your very own party, celebrating the end of first-semester exams, and happily ringing in the month-long break before your second-semester. Snow stuck to the ground and made the city of Toronto appear like winter wonderland, though that only made the need for warm bodies grinding against each other even more apparent. 

It was with a drink in your hand you’d bumped into Seokjin, who nearly spilled over the plastic plates and cups he was carrying. 

“Oh look, if it isn’t Chewbacca minus the fur,” you condescended. “You know, since you never talk and follow me around like I’m Han Solo.” 

“This party will not end well, Miss Y/L/N.” Seokjin warned you, ignoring your provocation. “I don’t mind drinking and recreational drugs, but there are students circulating seriously harmful narcotics, Miss Y/L/N. It could become dangerous for you.”

The worry in his eyes is what loosened your tough girl act, uncrossing your arms. “I… didn’t know anyone brought narcotics.” You slowly worked through the knowledge, becoming docile. “I’m sorry, Seokjin, I really didn’t know.” 

“It’s alright, Miss. Y/L/N.” He eased you, flashing you that stupidly adorable smile of his—so subtle and yet so lethal. “The other students are of my concern but your safety is my number one priority, Miss Y/L/N. Please be careful—I’m unsure what I’d do if anything happened to you.” 

In that moment, underneath flashing lights, blaring music, and swaying bodies, time seemed to slow, and the only racing thing was your touched, erratic heartbeat. Seokjin because the only person in your sight, his soft, gentle gaze stealing your breath away. 

You swallowed harshly once you were sucked out of whatever trance that was, nodding for him. “Thank you, Seokjin, I’ll get right to it.” You’d promised him with a clasp of his arm before weaving through the massive crowd, hunting down the idiots who dared jeopardize your party. 

That party was only a catalyst to the many more moments you’d share with Seokjin, moments that made you feel things you didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t long until you began indulging in other men to push away whatever you felt. 

University paired with an expensive penthouse invited a myriad of men to your bed, throwing all care aside to have the fun you rightfully deserved. For the next year, you didn’t care that Seokjin slept just down the hall, you didn’t care that he could probably hear your moans, hear the bed creak as a strange man thrusted into you, neither did you care when you would waltz downstairs the morning after, sometimes your companion home, while others turned tail and ran before you woke. 

Not that you cared—you liked sex as it was; an attachment was never necessary. 

Sometimes you considered whether Seokjin was genuinely asleep, and therefore clueless, or stayed up most nights able to hear every erotic sound you made. Did he lie in bed and fantasize about what he could hear? Did he possibly leave the house altogether? He never once complained anytime you’d meet him the morning after—was he just an extremely patient and understanding man? 

You slightly winced in pain as you took a seat by the island—last night’s escapade was on the rougher side, and your cooch was retaliating by aching like a bitch. 

Seokjin noticed the pain on your features, peeking at you before continuing to chop up fruits—he appeared oddly husband-like with his apron on, even more so with his casual, though attractive clothes. “Are you alright, Miss Y/L/N?” 

“You really need to stop calling me that,” you voiced with a hiss, before adjusting your position to a more comfortable one. 

“Why so? I believe it’s your name.” 

“It’s the name associated with my parents, genius. I have a first name, which you’re completely allowed to use, by the way. Not like I’m your master or something.” You waved off, reaching over to pop a sliced strawberry from his cutting board into your mouth, bouncing your brows. “Unless you’d like that in another scenario.” 

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at you. He simply licked his lips before grabbing a mango to peel. “You seem to be in pain, is it because of…” He suddenly trailed as his eyes unfocused, his peeling unexpectedly slowing. 

You cocked a suspicious brow. “Seokjin?” 

The gorgeous man blinked multiple times before shaking his head, and continuing the conversation. Did you just witness a real-life loading screen? “Sorry, um… are you alright?” 

His behavior sparked your curiosity, leaning onto the counter as you nibbled your lip. Your cheek rested in your palm, tilting your head to mischievously regard him. “What were you gonna say?” 

“Pardon?” He responded, vehemently concentrating on slicing his mango—it only prompted you to pull on his leg. 

“What? I seem to be in pain because of last night?” 

Seokjin’s eyes minutely widened, before he coughed away the display of emotion. His jaw flexed as he returned to concentrating, eliciting an amused chuckle from you. 

“Wow, you’re pretty much ancient compared to me and yet, you can barely say the word sex.” 

“I’m not ancient,” he defensively cut in. “I’m only a few years older than you.” 

“Ah, so I’ve finally got information on the ancient Greek statue!” You theatrically jazz-handed, curving your lips in an obnoxious smile. “So what, you’re 24? 25?” 

Seokjin gave you a hard stare before returning to work as though you were non-existent. “Am I hot? Cold? C’mon, Jinnie, you gotta help me out here.” 

“What did you just call me?” 

“Awh, I think that’s the first time you actually spoke to me like a human being.” You overly pouted, clasping your hands together with gratitude. 

Seokjin cut off his own scoff before he let it out, clearly annoyed. “I’m 27.” 

“Ouu, 8 years older than me, huh? No wonder you won’t take my advances seriously.” You entertained some self-deprecating humour, restlessly wiggling your foot as you waited on his fruit bowl. 

Seokjin lifted his gaze to regard you, his eyes swimming with sympathy. He gently pursed his lips before softly speaking. “It’s… not about your age, Miss Y/L/N. I am meant to take care of you, not start a relationship of any sort with you.” 

“What, because of my parents?” You bitterly accused. 

He glanced at you with a sigh, though didn’t respond.

“Then what? Do you find me wildly unattractive? Is it my bitchy personality? Or maybe because I’m not a “woman” enough to you?” 

Seokjin’s expression demonstrated hesitation—you find yourself shocked as well. Why did these words even leave your mouth? You were never one to harbour insecurities of any kind. 

Then again, you’ve never had a Seokjin in your life. 

“No, Miss Y/L/N,” Seokjin gently answered. “You are not unattractive, nor bitchy or any less of a woman in my eyes. You’re simply… someone I am meant to take care of.” 

“You know, you say that a lot, and yet here I am, feeling like shit because you refuse to treat me as anything but an obligation.” The quaver in your voice surprised you, how could something as kind as Seokjin’s hospitality be harming you? It made no logical sense, and yet, your mouth ran as though it held no attachment to your head, only your heart. 

Seokjin visibly softened upon hearing your shaking tone, and became even more concerned when you hid your eyes. He stopped cutting to rest the knife against the counter, searching for something to say. 

His continued silence felt deafening, and you were done feeling like shit. Scratching your chair back, you almost successfully stomped away until his honey-like, benevolent voice pierced the air. 

“Are you seriously alright after last night? It sounded… harsh.” 

You paused, furrowing your brows with confusion. “Sounded…?” You swiveled around, attempting to piece together what he meant… “You… heard me?” 

“I hear you every night.” 

Your eyes widened, surprise coloring your system until shame dawned on you. You cleared your throat as you hugged your robe around your frame underneath, suddenly hyper aware of your nakedness. “I don’t… have someone over every night.” 

“I hear you on nights when someone isn’t helping you, either.” 

You nearly choked on air, coughing as you broke eye contact with him. He stood and spoke so casually, as if he weren’t just admitting to hearing you masturbate—your immediate response was less graceful than you intended. 

“W-why are you asking if I’m okay?” 

“Sounded like a rough night,” he simple stated, continuing to cut his stupid fruits. Your cheeks warmed, your breathing accelerated and you swear whatever tension he ignited was now invading your body, scratching to get under your skin. 

You hate that your body reacted with arousal. 

“I hope nobody’s too rough with you; or else I may have to intervene.” 

His words nearly made your jaw drop, scoffing as you held your chest. “Intervene? Intervene how?” 

Seokjin stopped cutting again to lean against the kitchen counter, the lower height of it causing him to slightly bend over—he appeared devilishly sexy when he did that. “Taking care of you, Miss Y/L/N, means ensuring you’re not hurt in any way possible—even if it happens because of some rough sex.” 

It was extremely hard to maintain your poker face when he spoke those words so nonchalantly—it’s then you remembered he is 8 years older, and you clearly were stupid to think he’d remain hush-hush about “adult” topics. “And what will you do if I want it rough?” 

You shifted your weight onto a leg as you cocked a brow, challenging him to provide any sort of answer that wouldn’t piss you off. Seokjin exhaled through his nose, dipping his head before connecting his beautiful, brown eyes with you. “I will not judge that, nor intervene if something is of your desire. But please, be careful—that’s all I ask for your safety.” 

You scoffed at his good guy act, bitterly laughing. “Acting like a white knight after admitting you listen to me moan? Not a smart way to deny the peeping tom allegations, now is it, Jinnie?” 

Seokjin actually let himself laugh, but it was dry and humorless, channeling raw wit into his mirthy eyes. “I agreed to keep secrets from your parents, not you.” 

“And yet you won’t tell me a single thing about yourself?” You countered. “Very unconvincing, Casper the Friendly ghost.” 

“I did, I told you I see you as an attractive woman, didn’t I?” He cleverly shot back, catching you off-guard. You were surprised with his chattiness in the first place, when has he ever even had a decent conversation with you? 

You huffed at his response, grinding your teeth as you made a break for your stairs—anything to get you away from this conversation. 

“Wait,” you suddenly heard him call from downstairs, pausing in the middle of the spiralling staircase. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by telling you I… can hear.” He apologized, taking a deep breath. “I just never wanted to somehow interrupt you by making noise while leaving the house, and I have no choice but to listen if I stay, too. I’m a light sleeper.” 

You absorbed his words, suddenly feeling extremely inconsiderate. You didn’t know he was a light sleeper; you’d probably been interrupting his sleep for days now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I promise I’ll try to bring them home less or go over to theirs instead, or something.” 

“No.” Seokjin immediately raised his voice, enough that the knife even clattered from his hand. His sudden volume shocked you, meeting his worried eyes in the kitchen. “I’m sorry, just… I’d feel much better knowing you were home.” 

“But your sleep—” 

“Is insignificant compared to your safety, Y/N. I mean that—being in another man’s home late at night in the city is unsafe.” His tone sounded so sincere, you felt your heart suddenly speed up to a flutter at his use of your first name, your chest vibrating with an addicting warmth. 

“Okay,” you agreed, before cracking a chuckle. “But you’ll have to get used to hearing me more often; I’m kinda insatiable. Why don’t you invest in some noise-canceling headphones, or something?” 

Seokjin snorted  before grabbing his knife again, returning to his cutting. “I’ll think about it.” 

You tilted your head. “And why must you think about it, Chewy?” 

You couldn’t help but notice he bit his bottom lip, almost as though he were masking a smile—his voice was hypnotizing when he spoke. “Because I’m still a man… and I didn’t know you’d sound like that.” 

Perplexion coloured your features, intrigued by his confession. “What did you think I’d sound like, Mr. Statue?” 

Seokjin cracked that gorgeous smile and breathy laugh that made your knees weak, shaking his head. “Aren’t you late for school?” 

You slid your tongue over your teeth to suppress a chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes. “Ugh, you sound like a dad, is that a kink you’ve got, Daddy?” 

Seokjin feigned annoyance, biting back his smile. “Go upstairs, Miss Y/L/N.” 

You began ascending the stairs with a cheeky laugh, until a thought suddenly occurred to you. “Oh, Seokjin, could you please get some ibuprofen for me, please? You know, since I like it rough and all.” 

You didn’t even have time to see the small, crooked smile on Seokjin’s face before you vanished on the second floor. 

For whatever reason, Seokjin became somewhat… tolerable after that interaction. Dare you say fun. Your relationship began to slowly kindle for the next two years; the small banter, inside jokes, innuendos you both understood yet never spoke further about. 

He was supportive, too. He’s the one that kept you afloat when exam’s slammed themselves on you, facing the harsh reality of university. He’d offer his help to quiz you and ensure you were well taken care of, otherwise you would’ve neglected basic necessities altogether throughout your studies. 

The most memorable moment was the seminar you were tasked with compiling for your course’s final assignment. Not only were you cowering from speaking in front of an entire lecture hall, but also the numerous other professors and department heads special guests to the students’ presentations. 

These seminars not only comprised most of your grade, but put you on the map as a student worth writing any recommendation letters or references for, and you desperately needed those. None of your friends were in this class, and it felt extremely daunting speaking in front of complete strangers—Seokjin begged to differ. 

“You’ll be fine, Miss Y/L/N. You’re quite the speaker—I would know.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him for the indirect jab. “Shut up, this is different. So much of my grade rides on this and I have to have most of it memorized, I know I’m gonna jumble my words out of nerves.” 

Seokjin sighed, his eyes revealing sympathy. “You won’t, Miss Y/L/N. What you need is confidence and you’ve got plenty of that; if you’re confident, nobody will say anything.” 

You absorbed his words, knowing they were right, but your frazzled brain wasn’t computing them. You promised him you’d listen to his advice but mentioned that you’d be alone, and that’s what terrified you the most. The thought of not seeing a single familiar face in a crowd was horrifying. 

Seokjin attempted to say something, but you hurriedly bid him a farewell when you received a text from a friend, and took off for your school’s library. 

The big day came, and there you stood, staring at a myriad of unfamiliar faces, either bored out of their minds already or preparing themselves to tune out the second you opened your mouth. Your hands shook as you held your jot notes, breathing destabilizing as the tech guy set up the projector for your presentation. 

You attempted to calm down, inhaling deep breaths, counting to 10 and counting backwards, picturing everyone in the crowd naked; nothing helped the onset of an anxiety attack. 

Seconds from leaping off the deep end, your eyes caught the sight of the lecture hall door suddenly opening, focusing on the figure passing through—your heart soared at the sight. 

Seokjin respectfully bowed to everyone that turned their heads in his direction, finding himself a seat at the very back of the lecture hall. 

Tears almost welled in your eyes, feeling your muscles relax, your body losing its tension. The small smile he flashed at you was so reassuring, you could’ve hugged and kissed him right there. 

His presence felt comforting, so much so that you were able to calmly continue with your seminar. You mirrored Seokjin’s advice and lectured with confidence, able to fly through your presentation without a hitch, minus a couple stutters. 

He’d congratulated you after the seminar, and seeing him out of the house sparked something… fuzzy inside you. His attire was a change from the usual preppy clothes he wore at home—slacks and a form-fitting black sweater. You suggested you two should celebrate by going out for dinner, and even though he vehemently refused, your constant whining and pouting finally won him over, dragging him through the streets of Toronto towards one of your favourite places. 

You hated to admit that small, small moments like that made you like him, made yoru heart develop this pesky little soft spot for him— but they created unbelievable tensions.

It was exacerbated each time you read too much into Seokjin’s actions; his words, his small acts of kindness, his potentially flirtatious eyes that could easily just be his wittiness. 

It all dawned the ability to see Seokjin in a different light, and it frustrated you more than anything. 

You’d decided to bury whatever was rising inside of you, determined to squash the root before it flourished into something uncontrollable. Drowning him away with alcohol, parties, and your friends like a university student should was your choice of detox, happily enjoying those precious years even if he still remained stuck on you—literally. 

It never helped seeing Seokjin’s stunning face everyday throughout your undergrad, hearing his mellifluous laugh, feeling yourself intrigued by every word he spoke, considering how seldom he did. Noticing how he habitually pouted sometimes, had cute, puffy cheeks that could fill with food similar to a hamster, and blinked his bright, almond eyes more often than he should due to his contact lenses. 

You could feel your heart being moved by him.

As a result, the number of himbos that passed through your home increased, convincing yourself whatever you felt was surely just the intrigue of what if’s—and that routine continued even after you’d finally graduated university, settling for a mediocre job at the bank.

Sometimes, he’d disappear from your mind when you did that. Sometimes when all you could think about was the pleasure you felt being thrusted into, the knot tightening inside your stomach, your body vibrating with addicting ecstasy, your thoughts vanished—your heart felt at ease. 

Though it all ended the second you’d wake up the next morning, and would see the aftermath of your extracurricular activities on Seokjin’s face. What complicated everything even more was the hint of… negativity Seokjin emitted sometimes, almost like jealousy. The innuendos rather became something he avoided, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours during certain rehashes, and his distant, cold behaviour wasn’t exactly alien, but unusually forced. 

It felt awful, soul-crushing to see him harbour that hostility against you when you know his good side, know how sweet, supportive and compassionate he could be—he literally attended your graduation in place of your parents and let you cry into his chest with tears of happiness.

You hated that it made all your salacious thoughts rear their ugly head.

It’s what sent you to get absolutely trashed with your new co-workers tonight, only a month into your recent job. The topic of “man trouble” emerged and shit, did you spill your guts about your dilf-y butler, killing your liver shot after shot. 

You only made it home after being dropped off by someone. You’d stumbled your way to the elevator, nearly falling asleep against the wall. The doors dinged open to reveal your all too familiar, and yet foreign home. 

Right now it was spinning, and you swear there were two of everything. 

Your shoulder smacked into the wall next to you when you lost your balance, whining at the jolt of pain. You slid down the wall to sit, drunkenly locating the straps of your heels to tear them open. You uselessly rambled to yourself, unsure of what you were iterating, but it all seemed like things you kept deeply shut in your subconscious. 

It wasn’t long before you remembered you don’t live alone in this penthouse. “Seokjin!” 

The volume of your own voice pierced your brain, groaning at the ache. You stumbled into the main area, shooting weary looks around for your tall, dark and handsome butler. You cringed at the word; butler never suited Seokjin. Butler’s reminded you of old, white-haired men with the autonomy of an inanimate object. 

Seokjin wasn’t like that, he felt like… a friend, for lack of a better word. 

“Seokjin!!” You screeched louder, nearly crashing into a side table until you felt long, warm arms enveloping you from behind. 

“Woah, hey, hey.” Seokjin steadied you, the sound of his voice akin to hearing music. 

“Seokjin! Oh my god, you’re home, I waz thinkin’ you bailed or sumthin.” You slurred out, unable to even maintain your balance. 

“For Christ’s sake, Miss Y/L/N, did you have to get so drunk?” His voice was laced with scolding but more so concern, hands carefully gripping you upright.

You shot him a grumpy look, turning around to shove your finger into his chest. “Yes, I actually did.” 

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “You’re extremely lucky I do not tell your parents anything, even though I’m supposed to.” 

You giggled as you pressed your finger to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, hushing him. “Shhh, we’re gonna keep it that way.” Another fit of chuckles attacked you, too distracted by his beautiful face to remember how to stand. 

You faltered, collapsing into Seokjin’s warm chest—he caught you, delicately cradling your cheek. He checked your features, scanning each and every one before finding your eyes. They kept fluttering closed, your head lulling with its weight. He nestled his palm against your temple to catch it, and you winced with a groan, Seokjin sighing at the sight. “Does your head hurt?” 

You slowly nodded, and he deeply exhaled as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “Let me take you upstairs, okay?” He secured his arms tighter around you, closely observing your face again, worry flooding his eyes.  

You felt his arms slip underneath your shoulder and knees, hoisting you up into his chest. You groaned at the sudden movement, cowering into his neck that smelled of an intoxicating, manly fragrance; cedarwood and eucalyptus. 

Your arms clung around his neck, impressed by his effortless strength. He carried you without a hitch up the stairs, nuzzling into him. His warmth felt enlightening, comforting, like you could remain wrapped in his arms for an eternity. Your body buzzed with incessant flickers of electricity, the mere proximity of him—his closeness left you contemplating his tempting touch. 

Seokjin slightly pushed open a door with his foot, using yours to hit the light switch. It wasn’t until he laid you upon fresh, soft sheets, did you crack your eyes open and confusion washed over you. 

“Seokjin? Where are we?” 

“In my room.” 

Even in your drunkenness, your insides jolted, startled. You’ve never set foot in Seokjin’s room; if anything, it never even occurred to you what Seokjin’s room would look like. Your room never failed to shout your personality to anyone who entered; its blue-ish, light gray walls allowed any colour in your room to pop, the aesthetic decorations, posters, shelves of books with a TV housing all kinds of consoles—it was effortlessly you. 

But Seokjin’s room… your heart hammered as you curiously peeked around. Barren walls, you expected that much, but his furniture intrigued you. They were all an earthy, walnut coloured wood, almost antique looking. The Persian rug didn’t slip your attention, neither the stunning mantle belonging to a cozy, stone fireplace—your eyes couldn’t help but pop. 

“Never been in my room before, have you?” His silky voice reminded you that he was here, and that you were currently laying drunk in his bed. 

He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against his dresser, bewitching eyes on you—you gulped. “I… um, no.” 

Seokjin bounced a brow. “Nice to know you never snooped.” 

You sent him a gentle smile before a sudden ache plagued your head, groaning. Your hand nestled against your temple to nurse the pain, nearly flattering backwards. 

“Hey,” Seokjin cooed, immediately joining your side. He replaced your hand with his own, carefully studying your features. “Did you eat anything tonight? Drink any water?” 

You faintly nodded, sleepily meeting his eyes—it’s extremely difficult not to stare at his flawless features. He appeared beautiful to you, with his full lips and milky smooth skin, the small portion of his chest peeking out from his dress shirt ruining you. 

Your chest expanded with bright colours and fuzzy sensations. Usually, you would’ve squashed the feeling, but for now, you were letting the alcohol sate your logical side, indulging in the desires of your heart. 

Seokjin maintained eye contact, noticing that he faintly switched between your irises and your lips—your heart continued to thud against your ribcage. 

“You need some sleep, alright?” Seokjin instructed, rubbing your upper arms. “C’mon, lay down.” You let him position your body on his bed, his gentle hands situating your head above his pillow—your eyes couldn’t leave his face for the life of you. 

“Why did you take me to your room?” You softly asked, innocently peering up at him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel uncomfortable in my room?” He immediately backtracked. “I didn’t want to invade your room for privacy concerns–” 

“It’s okay, Seokjin.” You pacified him, reaching out a hand to clasp his wrist. “I’m fine here.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief at that. He gripped the covers underneath your body and casted them over you, carefully tucking you in. He smoothed your hair once you were cozied up, feeling sleep attack your conscious. But you didn’t wish to sleep, you wanted to remain in this moment with Seokjin, no matter how small and quiet, just to admire him, adore him, to let your heart throb for him. 

Your admiration was interrupted when Seokjin spoke. “I’ll let you sleep, alright?” He rose from your side, turning on you towards the door. You felt a wave of panic, immediately grasping his hand. 

“Wait, why are you leaving?” You nearly cringed at your own voice; it sounded so frail. 

Seokjin whirled back around, his expression sympathetic. “You need sleep, Miss Y/L/N, I don’t want to disturb you.” 

“You could never disturb me…” You faintly whispered, features etched with sadness. Seokjin’s eyebrows twitched with confusion, until you grew annoyed, shooting up from your laid position. “Why are you trying so hard to leave? Do I bother you or something? Never had a drunk girl in your bed?” 

Seokjin was shocked at first, but his features melted into a laugh—his smile shot an arrow through your heart. “Even drunk, you’re still yourself, huh?” 

You scoffed, picking at the fuzzies on his comforter. “Do you really want to leave?” 

You didn’t watch his expression, until curiosity killed you. You glanced up to find him deep in thought, almost wrestling with his own mind, a civil war between his logic and his emotions, until he finally straightened up—his eyes revealed an undeniable truth. 

“No, I don’t.” 

You cracked a small smile, moving aside on his bed to suggest he occupy the space. Seokjin hesitated, but determination spread across his features, soon flashing you a kind smile. He slipped into the covers next to you, his long, broad body stretching out to settle into his side. He remained slightly seated as you slowly, steadily fit beside him, resting your head on his chest. 

He froze for half a second, before he softened, allowing himself to fix the covers over you and eventually hold you against him. You relaxed into his body, something about the warmth, the security that felt like no other. 

You’ve had your body pressed against a line of men, and yet, none of them ever made you feel this buzz you felt with Seokjin, this uncontrollable sensation of sparks flying inside you. You hiked up your knee to lay it over his leg, forgetting that it was bare in your dress. 

Seokjin didn’t freeze this time, rather began stroking your arm, soft and steady, like a rhythmic lullaby to help you sleep. 

“Why do you put up with me?” The question unexpectedly spilled out of you; the alcohol was causing sentimentality to overwhelm you, consumed by the feeling of being… cared for. You’ve seldom felt such a thing, not with your millionaire parents who rarely batted an eye in your direction, not by friends who desired nothing deeper than the connections your wealth offered, and certainly not by a man who preferred your body rather than you. 

Seokjin felt like the only one who cared, the only one who not only put up with your ridiculous behaviour, but knew how to nurse it, to nurse you. 

“Who says that I do?” He joked, and you breathed a laugh. 

“I’m serious, Seokjin.” 

You felt him smile, leaning back so that his head rested against the backboard. His fingertips affectionately floated across your skin, almost tugging you into dreamland. “I wouldn’t say it’s putting up with you, it’s… attempting to understand you, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Understand me?” 

“Nobody’s ever born the way they are,” you felt the soothing vibration of his chest as he spoke, the soft drumming of his heart, melting into him. “You are this way for a reason, Miss Y/L/N, just as I’m this way for a reason. And with the time I’ve spent with you, I’ve come to see your behaviour isn’t something you were born with.” 

His words surprised you, letting your finger draw a useless pattern over his dress shirt. “Then what is it?” 

He sighed, though without tire or disappointment, rather as a breather, as time to collect his thoughts before he spilled them. “I apologize for my words if they offend you; I do not mean to psychoanalyze your character, but your behaviour to me is a way for people to see you, Miss Y/L/N, to care for you.” 

You wet your lips, thoroughly intrigued by his thoughts. 

“And I would like you to know that I see you. Not only because I’m obligated to, but because there’s a part of me… that would like to take care of you. A part of me that desires to.” 

Your eyes suddenly pricked with tears, swallowing away your pesky emotions. His words shouldn’t have hit you so hard, and yet, here you were, feeling every pump of blood within your system, feeling every beat of your heart, every breath you took; because Seokjin had just revived a part of yourself that you destroyed a very, very long time ago. 

The part of you that loved. 

“Sometimes… it’s like you’re the only person I have, Seokjin.” Your voice quavered, but you spoke anyway, wearing your heart on your sleeve, cowering into him. “Like you’re the only one who cares.” 

“I doubt that, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“No, it’s true,” You argued, sniffling. “You’re the only person I have… the only person who cares.” A wave of deeply-rooted emotions attacked you, using every ounce of your strength to not dissolve into tears. Seokjin noticed, anyway, comfortingly squeezing your body. 

He remained silent, the kind that allowed you both to absorb the sincerity of each other’s words, to appreciate the other’s presence, and you were okay with that—you were okay with being just like this with him. 

Sleep eventually overruled your system, eyelids fluttering shut every few seconds. It wasn’t until your breathing steadied, your tears became dormant and your mind stopped storming did you positively fall asleep, leaving the waking world behind. 

Seokjin faintly smiled as he smoothed some hair from your face, whispering quietly. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

You smiled thinking what a dream it was, to hear him sweetly coo your first name.

Life with Seokjin became… less dull after that. For once, he would agree to watch movies with you, willingly clicked away at a PS5 controller with you when you begged enough, and most importantly, finally allowed you to probe him with personal questions. 

“I’ve been in the service business ever since I was 14. I started at your aunt and uncles’ residence, though I believe we didn’t meet since you rarely visited them.” 

“Yeah, because I hate them. All they ever did was ask me about my future and getting married; I was only a kid.” 

Seokjin had laughed at that, cracking a gorgeous smile as he took a sip of his beer, elbows glued to his knees. “I started working for your parents when I was your age; 22. You were abroad at the time.” 

You smiled bitterly. “Ah yes, the infamous British high school experience where my parents thought they could whip me into business shape.” 

“I worked for them those entire 4 years until, of course, they told me about your return. I honestly believed they would send my mother to take care of you, so I was surprised when they chose me.” 

You titled your head side-to-side. “They knew I’d probably slip past a sweet lady like your mom all the time. They hired you, a man older than me but not a baby-boomer to most likely bond with me, to make me genuinely want to obey, or whatever.” 

Seokjin quirked a brow at you, deeply holding your gaze as he leaned in next to you on the couch. You two were currently in the middle of a Conjuring series marathon, failing to pay attention to Ed and Lorraine Warren’s lovey-dovey scene on the TV.

You were dressed in shorts and an over-sized Assassin’s Creed t-shirt, while Seokjin appeared impeccable beside you; beige dress pants and a white collared shirt poking out from a form-fitting, navy blue sweater—it was hard to focus on the lame movie. 

Seokjin’s amused eyes and playful tone drew your attention to him. “You’re quite intelligent, did you know that?” 

“Pft,” you snorted. “my grades don’t exactly say so.” 

“Not your grades, I meant that you’re intelligent with people. You’re incredibly perceptive and understand how people work, that’s an amazing trait to have in the business world.” 

His compliment shocked you, rendering you speechless. A series of gargled sounds escaped you as you searched for something to say, clearing your throat. “Focus on the movie, will you?” 

Seokjin snorted, reclining on the couch. “Oh, I’m focusing. Though I believe you shouldn’t focus too much, I can tell you’re scared.” 

“Scared? Me? You’re stretching, Mr. Statue.” 

“More like telling the truth, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“You know I’ve already seen these movies, right?” You pointed at the screen. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

“You never watch them alone, is that why you wanted to watch these movies with me? Because you’re afraid?” 

“Wh-what?!” You screeched. “I totally didn’t—holy shit!” Your entire body jolted when a jumpscare appears on screen, cowering into Seokjin’s frame next to you as his chest rumbled with hearty laughs. 

It was easy like that with Seokjin, so incredibly easy. From baking with him, to late-night marathons all the way down to choosing what dresses you wore for night outs—it was all so strangely domestic, like you were already dating. 

But you weren’t, because nobody ever spoke of it. You continued to feel that undeniable spark with him, experienced those all-consuming moments when his touch felt electric, where your stares lingered for too long or his words suggested more than his simple care for you. 

You’re not stupid, however, Seokjin would never return whatever you were feeling. He was 8 years older than you, someone who clearly lived more life than you have, someone probably on the lookout for a wife to start a family with rather than some one-time fling or overrated relationship—he wants nothing to do with you.

Seokjin only acts the way he does because he has to, not because his heart beats for you. 

The incessant denial is what led you to still seek other men, flirting with them until Seokjin vanished from your brain, kissing them until your thoughts about him would fade, touching them in bed until you forgot the desire for whoever was thrusting into you to be him. 

Yes, he invaded your mind in seriously scandalous ways. You ground your teeth every time your horniness attacked you, as though you were disrespecting him, like it was wrong to see him that way. But the facts were simple; he was a man, and you were a woman, and absolutely nothing stopped you from wanting every single piece of him. 

It’s what prompted you to turn over in bed this morning, groaning when you found last night’s leftover still asleep in your bed. You prodded the fairly bulky man from work, growing angry when he didn’t wake. You shook him harder until he finally fluttered his eyes open, rudely telling him to ditch or else you’d inform his work best friend, who has a not-so-secret crush on you, that he’d slept with you. 

Panicking at the mention, the brawny teller scrambled his way to your foyer, waving him a saccharine sweet goodbye before slamming your front door on him. You stretched out your achy muscles as you meandered to the kitchen, kissing your teeth at the ache between your legs—you should remember that a gmy guy’s version of “rough” is different. 

You plopped down by the island as you rubbed an eye, sighing when your sex, only shielded by a robe, pressed into the cushion underneath. Seokjin was bustling about in the kitchen, surprised he didn’t greet you. 

“Hey, good morning.” 

You were met by Seokjin’s back, who didn’t even bother to turn around. “Morning.” 

His voice sounded constricted, cold—you furrowed your brows. “Rough night, or something? I had a rough one too, if you know what I mean.” You sprinkled some teasing into your words.  

“Yeah… couldn’t exactly sleep.” He rigidly replied, chopping his onions quite aggressively. You swear the sudden animosity from him scared you, confused by his words… until your synapses decided to spark. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry, was I loud last night?” 

Seokjin unexpectedly stopped chopping, clattering the knife on the counter. “Yes, you were loud… very loud.” 

He sounded as though he were grinding his teeth, and you became concerned, unable to discern what his problem was. “Hey, I’m really sorry, Seokjin. I didn’t mean to affect your sleep. Why don’t you take a nap? I can make breakfast.” You propped off the kitchen stool to join him, reaching out for the cutlery until he snatched his hands away. 

“No, just sit by the island—this is my job.” 

His snippy attitude actually made you scoff, even more so his angry eyes. “Seokjin, I’ve already said sorry, I’m trying to make it better by suggesting you get some rest. I can take it from here.” 

You attempt to nab his knife again, only for Seokjin to slam it against the counter, his features contorting with irritation. “Didn’t you tell me you’d be staying over at other guys’ houses from now on? Why did you bring someone over last night?” 

“What?” You questioned haughtily. “You’re the one who didn’t want me staying at random guys’ houses. And maybe because I can do whatever I want?” You retaliated, bitterly exhaling at his tone. “Are you forgetting whose house this is?” 

“And are you forgetting what you promised me?” 

You pressed your lips together with annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why are you so mad? Look, I get it, everyone needs their sleep and—” 

“It’s not about my fucking sleep, Y/N.” 

Your eyes widened, displaced by Seokjin’s suddenly unprofessional manner. He’s never sworn at you, let alone used your first name. His tone felt cutthroat and angry, like he could barely stand being in the same room as you—your heart sank in your chest considering such a thing. 

The look on your face pushed Seokjin to recognize his mistake, sighing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be harsh.” 

You shook your head with perplexion. “What is it then, Seokjin?” 

“What’s what?” 

“If it’s not about your sleep, what is it, then? Why are you talking to me as if you can’t stand me?” 

Seokjin’s jaw flexed, his fist curling up against the kitchen counter. “It’s about your promise, Miss Y/L/N. You promised we’d make this work, that we’d learn to live with each other and that meant compromise. Why would you go back on that?” 

Your face could not have appeared more puzzled. “So this is about my word? It was one night, Seokjin, and it’s not like I’ve been constantly bringing guy’s home like I used to before—I’ve virtually stopped.” 

“One night where you decided to be really loud with some strange man.” 

“So what?” You threw up your arms, fed up by his attitude. “So what if I was? Not like it’s anything new, and not my fault he fucked me that good.” 

Seokjin stood there, fuming, rolling his tongue inside his cheek. He bitterly scoffed before fixing up the cutlery he brought out, and reaching behind himself to untie his apron’s knot. His actions confused you, worried. 

“Seokjin, what are you–” 

“I’m going to take a nap.” He vexedly announced before handing you the apron. 

You could only replay that entire interaction while holding the cotton cloth as he disappeared up the stairs, wondering what the fuck had just transpired. 

It was late night now, your penthouse only illuminated by the warm, soft pot lights in your ceiling. You watched Seokjin from the second-floor, incessantly tapping your stair railing, nibbling your lip. Conjuring what the fuck to do has stormed your mind for hours now, considering whether you should entertain the petty route, or pounce on him like an angry tigress. 

Your impulsiveness finally won over, deciding to deal with this the upfront way. 

You marched down the stairs to where Seokjin was fluffing up the pillows on the couch, folding your arms over your camisole-cladded chest—you immediately adopted an assertive tone. “We need to talk.” 

“Talk about what?” He breezily answered, pissing you off even more. 

“There is no way in hell you get to act oblivious.” You gritted through your teeth. “You caused an entire fucking scene this morning and expected me to take that sitting down?” 

Seokjin swiftly ignored your anger, continuing on with his task. “I didn’t expect you to forget, but I at least thought you’d respect me enough to give me space.” 

“And why exactly do you need space? What in God’s name even happened that you can barely look me in the eye anymore?” You raised your voice, closing in on him. 

Seokjin lifted his gaze and connected his cool, aloof eyes with you, smiling condescendingly. “There, I just looked you in the eye.” 

You grunted with frustration, stomping over to completely disregard his personal bubble. “You don’t get to act that way when I don’t even know what I did, what is wrong with you?” 

“I already told you what’s wrong,” Seokjin argued. “I told you you broke your promise.” 

“And why is that so important to you? We already get along, Seokjin, we’ve already made things work and improved our relationship, how am I breaking any promise?” 

“Because you brought someone over,” he answered, his voice constrained with… hurt? Anger? Disappointment? It was hard to decipher. “You said you wouldn’t.” 

“Alright, I get it. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I did, but last night my place was a mere two minutes away whereas his was half an hour away, I didn’t have a choice.” You explained yourself, only for Seokjin to crudely laugh. 

“You could’ve just not slept with him at all.” 

That’s when fury rose inside you, bubbling to the surface to break out with rage. “Is that what this is about? Me sleeping with somebody? Are you channeling some ancient fucking ideology about my body and who I sleep with?” 

Seokjin’s face immediately twisted with disgust. “No, Y/N, I would never do that.” He adamantly denied you. “It’s something else.” 

“What else could it be?” You pressed him, consumed by the desire to simply know. Seokjin has always been such a closed book, and you were dying to at least wedge open a chapter. “What else could be so horrible that you’re treating me like this?” 

Seokjin regarded your face, every feature, flickering across the apples of your cheek, to the irises of your emotional eyes, down to the plush of your lips, until he exhaled, swallowing thickly. “Nothing.” 

He turned to abandon you, but you grasped his bicep, denying him the opportunity—you sharpened your tone when you spoke. “No, you don’t get to walk away from this conversation, stop being a coward and answer me.” 

He swiveled around and narrowed his eyes into disapproving slits. “This isn’t about me being a coward, Y/N. This is about me wanting to protect what we’ve already built; I won’t do anything to jeopardize that.” 

“Wh–” You could barely understand him, struggling to even form a question. “What do you mean? Is this–is this about me being loud, or something? That I violated the rules we agreed upon?” 

“No, it isn’t about the rules anymore.” He clearly controlled his temper, his composed though shaky voice evident of that.

“Then what, Seokjin? If it’s not the rules then what is it? What has you so worked up you’re turning into some spineless dick with the energy of a rejected quarterback on the football team–” 

“It’s not about you being loud, Y/N, it’s about how much I wish I was the one making you loud!” 

The world stopped, air became a luxury and your heart refused to beat. You ceased function, tongue absolutely tied—there was no way you were hearing this. “What…” 

“I know, I know what you’re thinking. That I’m disgusting, that I’m some abhorring, selfish, salacious man who’s thinking about his needs and ego.” Seokjin spoke of himself with such aversion, it shocked you. “And you’re not wrong to think that, Y/N, you’re not. You can be disgusted, you can feel uncomfortable or hate me or even tell your parents and have me horribly fired, but that’s the reason, Y/N. That’s the fucking reason.” 

Words still failed you, attempting to absorb every word that left his mouth. 

“I’m disgusted by myself, but I can’t help that I’m a man who finds you attractive, okay?” He further explained, softly and with meaning. “And it’s not just on the outside, but the inside, too. The reason I’m so angry isn’t because you sleep with other men, I’m angry at myself for the jealousy I feel when you do.” 

Your mind kept racing, clutching your camisole where your heart finally restarted underneath, feeling your world shake beneath your feet. His words were damning, life-changing, exhilarating. 

“I shouldn’t feel that way; you’re not mine, you don’t belong to me. You’re someone’s daughter I was meant to take care of, and here I am having indecent thoughts every time I hear you moan, becoming angry when you scream another man’s name.” He gripped his fists tightly shut, visibly drowning in his own self-loathing. “Every time, I couldn’t help but think if those strangers were taking care of you, if they ever could like I would.” Seokjin struggled to form his next sentence, but spit it out anyway, quietly. “If they could ever care about you like I do.” 

Seokjin lifted his gaze, finally connecting his eyes with your shocked ones, painfully sighing when he did. “I knew it, you’re disgusted by me.” He shook his head with loathing, swallowing so harshly you physically saw his Adam’s apple bob. “I’m going to go to bed—forget I said anything.” He announced finitely, beginning to vacate the entertainment area with ashamed haste. 

Finally, your muscles decided to unfreeze, panicking when he went off on his way. “Seokjin, wait.” You grappled onto his hand, making him face you. You peered into his deep, coffee brown eyes, admiring their almond shape. You bit your lip settling your sight on his, winded to think he’s ever had the same thoughts as you—that he saw you for the woman you were, not someone to merely take care of. 

You considered what words to say, reaching out to cup his cheeks in your hands, until Seokjin stopped you, his face nearly pale with realization. “No… you’ve had those thoughts too, haven't you?” 

You nodded, so swept up in him you couldn’t function properly—Seokjin’s features became etched with panic in that moment. “No… no no no. You can’t feel that way, Y/N. You shouldn’t, if your parents ever found out they would never let—” 

“Who cares about my parents, Seokjin? Fuck them.” You declared, softly cradling his face in your palms. Seokjin remained adamant, however, removing them. 

“You belong with someone of your status, Y/N. Not somebody like me.” Seokjin stressed. “I’ve known your parents for four years, I’m meant to serve them for however long the rest of my life will be; I can’t make a move on their daughter, you have to understand.” 

“And who says they need to know?” You questioned, clasping your fingers around his tightly. “This is about you and me, Seokjin, there’s no need to care about what others think.” 

“You parents matter, Y/N.” He emphasized. “I’ve already kept them in the dark about your time in university, if they find even a fraction of that out, they’ll instantly fire me and anyone in my family. But if they found out I—I even tried to begin something with you, I don’t know what they’d do.”

“Then I won’t let them, Seokjin.” You sincerely promised, decreasing the space between you two, clasping his hands with meaning. “I won’t let them do anything bad to you.” 

Seokjin shook his head, releasing your hands to force himself away from you. “This is a mistake, YN. All of it.” He shut everything out. “I shouldn’t have said anything, we can’t do anything.” 

You became angry with him, scoffing—how could you two have aired everything out, and yet he still denied you? “How can you let them control your life, Seokjin? If you want me, then you take me, don’t think about them or everyone else, think about yourself for once. Stop serving everyone but yourself.” 

“I can’t do that, and you know it.” He retorted, his face gravely stressed. “I’m meant to serve others, that’s how it works.” 

“Then serve me, Seokjin.” You stopped him from walking away, pressing your hands against his broad chest, bringing your lips inches from his. Seokjin sucked in a breath, flickering between your tempting lips and pleading eyes—you sweetened your tone to reach him. “Serve me by letting me have you, Seokjin, by letting us happen.” 

Seokjin appeared to strain, swallowing. He searched your eyes deeply, practically excavating your soul to determine your sincerity. But it was with adoration he scanned your features, gently wetting his lips before whispering, sad and quiet. “I can’t.” 

Dejection etched into your features, disappointed in him. “So what, you’ll let other guys fuck me? Hear them do it while you try to sleep just down the hall? Is that what you want?” 

He winced, but remained silent, grinding his teeth together, his jaw flexing as he did—his silence was deafening yet again, sliding your hands down to clutch his biceps.

“Wow, so you’ll stick to some dumb sense of honour rather than do something for yourself for once? Repeatedly hurt yourself by listening to me moan anyone’s name other than your own?” You bitterly provoked him.

Again, he remained silent, peering away from you—you exhaled with sheer anger. “Fine.” You finalized, stepping away from him with moisture flooding your eyes. “I’ll bring whoever I want home, then. Are you okay with that?” 

Seokjin flexed his jaw, his features and stiff aura emitting disapproval, though he said nothing. 

Your anger only grew. “I’ll bring half the fucking city here if I want to, let whatever stranger I find good enough to bang me.” Nothing you said was true, but you were attempting to provoke him, watching it affect him, but he practiced an annoyingly incredible sense of self-control.

You needed to see him snap.

“What, Seokjin, are you afraid you won’t be able to fuck me right?” You vulgarly accused him. “Afraid I’ll never be as loud for you as I am for them?” Finally, you watched his jaw tick and his hands curl into fists—you were clearly tapping a nerve, ready to smash it right on. 

“Are you disappointing or something? A virgin?” You became bitchier, dryly laughing through your misery. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Too honourable to take away a woman’s virtue?” 

Seokjin twitched, grinding his teeth. “I’m not a virgin.” 

“So what, out of practice? Out of commission? We don’t need to keep secrets, Jinnie.” You spoke with a saccharine sweet tone, approaching him to skim a finger across his chest, seductively watching yourself do so. “Are you bad at sex? Don’t know where the clit is?” 

Your taunting seemed to be working, but he was an iron-clad wall defneded against all attacks, and your weapon was made of measly wood—your tongue immediately sharpened. “Are you not well-endowed or something? Because I promise you, baby, it’s about how you rock the boat, not the size of it.” 

Seokjin’s breathing was clearly destabilizing, his eyes swirling with carnal energy, though he maintained himself, simply grinding his teeth. Your smile brightened, splaying your hand across his impeccable jaw. “This is too bad, Seokjin, because you’re one of the daddiest men I’ve ever met. It’s okay if you’re disappointing or don’t know what you’re doing, I’d really love to see what you’ve got no matter how bad—” 

And suddenly, you couldn’t speak—your arms were ensnared by eager hands and your mouth attacked by a voracious kiss. Seokjin’s hand curled into your hair as the other slithered around your waist, greedily pressing you into him, holding you as though you were the one meal he had been denying himself. 

It took you half a second to feel him infiltrate every vein in your body, before reciprocating his kiss, burying your fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck to kiss him just as hard. His hand slipped down to cradle your jaw, crushing your lips against his so powerfully, you were certain he could consume every inch of you. 

You groaned when his tongue swiped your bottom lip, breaking away to search his eyes. They were blown out, hungry, insatiable—your core pulsed with need so urgent, you crashed your mouth onto his again. 

Seokjin’s strength suddenly came into play, his tongue plunging inside your mouth to taste you. You breathed him in, felt your body buzz when you heard him moan for the first time, and each nerve ending within you exploded. 

Your hands glided down his neck, urgently gripping the collar of his shirt. You tugged him onto your lips harshly, impossibly close to him. The taste of him was euphoric, relishing in the luxurious feel of his luscious lips, licking and biting them as you pleased. 

It wasn’t long before your sex was crying out; you needed to move this elsewhere. 

You carefully pulled Seokjin along with you, stepping backwards until you felt the couch hit the back of your knees, and you smirked into the kiss. Spinning around, you shoved Seokjin onto the couch, watching him falter back. You immediately climbed his tempting lap, arms entangling around his neck to shamelessly collide your lips once again.

Your tongues swirled and danced around each other, making out with no care in the world. His hands ceaselessly roamed your back as though it were a maze, moaning when your hips instinctively grinded over his crotch. You indulged in the delicious control, finally able to ravish Seokjin after the countless times you’d fantasized about him. 

Disconnecting your lips to skim them down his impeccable jaw, you reached his thick neck. Slowly, you left a trail of hot kisses down his throat, occasionally sucking where you desired. You wanted to mark him and see the results the next day, wanted to claim him even if you couldn’t have him—it felt exhilarating knowing that. 

Seokjin’s fingers weaved through your hair, moaning as you marked him for your own, but it wasn’t until you ensnared his wrists and forced them back, did he suddenly snap. Within a second, it was your wrists that were locked—he elevated his hips and shoved you down into the couch cushions, now holding your hands hostage above your head, his body hovering over yours. 

“No.” He demanded with such vehemence, you felt a new spark of arousal surge through you. “No touching, no controlling.” 

“But, I–” 

“No.” He commanded harsher, his grip strong enough that you actually believed you were leaking over the couch. “You believe I serve other people all the time? Don’t you? That I never choose myself, because I’m not capable of satisfying you?” 

His tone was incredibly hot, sharpened with such a sexy edge you couldn’t help but stutter. “I-I…” 

“Let’s change things up, Y/N.” He declared, sliding his fingers to intertwine with yours, and locking them higher above you, sighing out when he did. “Tonight, I don’t serve you—you serve me.” 

You gulped, entirely consumed by the alpha male energy he emanated. Your veins pumped with adrenaline—he was finally taking what he wanted, and that meant taking you. 

“Take what you want, Seokjin.” You cooed, letting your submissive energy loose. You leaned up to whisper against his lips, caressing his chiseled jawbone with an utterly bewitching breath. “Take me, and leave nothing behind.” 

You reached out your tongue and licked his lips, watching the carnality swirl in his irises. His pupils dilated, and you knew you were a goner—you internally smiled brighter than the sun. 

Seokjin collided his lips with yours, kissing you so deeply, so passionately, you swear you almost lost air. He broke away to eye you, consumed by irrevocable lust. 

“My bedroom.” He growled, or something akin to that; this Seokjin was without his reins, animalistic, and you were going to savour every last minute of it. 

You clung to him like a koala as he carried you up the steps, making out with him, rutting yourself against his masculine body all you could, so attractively powerful and alluring. Of course, nothing was wrong with 22 year-old male bodies, but something about a grown man, something about the rugged sexiness of this one, 30 year-old man is what made your pussy pulse like it possessed its own heart beat. 

He practically kicked open the door to his bedroom, letting your feet touch the ground and walking you inside until your back collided with one of his walls. Your hands immediately reached out to grasp something, anything, nestling your palms against the cold paint of the wall and his dresser to manage the hormones pumping through you. 

Seokjin’s hot breath fanned across your skin as he devoured you, burying his face into your neck to leave enrapturing love bites. Erotic sighs left your mouth as he worked over your neck, throwing your head back as his hands skimmed down your body, touching everywhere. 

You chuckled, hands mussing up his sexy hair as you breathily sighed. “Seems like…you’ve been dying to do this.” 

“Like you haven’t.” He ruggedly replied, dragging his tongue across your collarbone—you exploded with a pleasurable moan. 

“Looks like… I finally got under your skin.” You moaned out between breaths, sparks of arousal lighting up your burning center. “Thought honour mattered more to you.” 

Seokjin darkly laughed into your neck, and suddenly thrust his hips forward—you gasped as his hardening member collided with your core, digging your nails into his shoulders. “What matters more to me now is putting an uncontrollable brat like you in her place, Y/N.” 

He breathed your name with such a low, husky timbre, you nearly whimpered with pleasure. “Then shut me up and take me, Seokjin.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, sending you a crooked smile before attacking your lips once again. Your hands clambered all over his shirt, tearing open the pesky buttons. 

Seokjin collected your body in his arms before splaying you over his bed sheets, something sinful overwhelming him. The bed turned him into a different man, clasping your wrists and ensnaring them above you harder this time, voracious with his kiss. 

He left your mouth to envelop your neck again, suckling deep, almost indigo-coloured hickeys all over you. His teeth grazed you every so often, exclaiming with the slightest amount of pain, but it melted into pleasure, the kind that came from knowing that he wanted you that badly, wanted to consume every part of you. 

“Do you know… how much…” Seokjin began speaking, his breaths so harsh and clipped, his sentences were incomplete. “Do you know how much… I hated knowing you were with another man?” 

You moaned upon hearing his husky, vicious timbre, dragging his tongue across the love bites blossoming upon your neck. 

“Do you know how many nights I spent… listening to you?” He breathed, kissing down your collarbone until he reached your sternum, causing your nipples to automatically perk up, nibbling your lip to maintain your composure. 

“Seokjin…” 

“How many times I touched myself… wishing it were you instead?” 

You sighed out erotically when he tore open your robe, revealing your bare breasts to him. His lips immediately tightened around a nipple and you squirmed, fighting against his hold of your hands, but he was much stronger—exhilarating. 

“You touched yourself to the thought of me?” You groaned, met by Seokjin releasing your nipple to lick a long, indulgent stripe across it—your entire body quaked.

“Yes, I did. Multiple times.” 

His confession dawned your own, moaning wantonly. “I…I touched myself to the thought of you more times than I can count.” 

You felt his lips pull into a smile against your skin, sighing when he glided his tongue across your chest to entertain your other boob. “So that means you have moaned for me, doesn’t it?” 

His wit made you scoff with pride, until his teeth suddenly closed around your nipple, whimpering with undeterred pleasure. He sends you the most scheming, and yet, most charming smile you’ve ever seen, finding your amused eyes with his own. “We’ll just have to make sure you’re louder this time.” 

Your sex leaked incessant cum once Seokjin kissed down your midriff, pressing your hands into the sheets as your back arched off the bed, squirming with pleasure. He kissed down, down, down until he dangerously closed in on your sex—your hips immediately bucked into his face. 

“Seokjin…” You moaned, fighting his hands to bury yours into his hair, but his strength was unmatched. 

He pinned you down as he kissed above your center, until his lips finally pecked your pussy folds through your soaked underwear. You flinched, gasping as the pressure ignited something insatiable inside you. He continued to kiss you through your underwear, even casting out his tongue to lick you through the dampened cloth—your gasps were euphoric. 

“So delicious.” He praised, enveloping the wet fabric in his mouth again, ensuring he licked your sex in the process—you bucked into his face again. 

“Seokjin-!” 

“I know, you should be serving me, but I couldn’t help but want a taste.” He pressed one last, long kiss to your core before gliding a hand down your body, cupping the junction of your waist. Your freed hand immediately grappled his dark locks of hair, moaning pornographically as Seokjin’s mouth began to work wonders between your legs. 

You gasped as he bit your underwear to move it aside, and pressed his wet, slippery tongue against your quivering folds. Your leg quickly locked him in place, your heel resting against his back as your thighs held his head captive, but Seokjin didn’t seem to care. 

He moaned once he gained a taste of you, eliciting more of your cum to coat his tongue. He sensually ate you out like that, elevating your hips for him to bury himself deeper into you, dragging his tongue over your pulsing clit. 

Your hips shamelessly rode him, squeezing his hand in yours as otherworldly moans escaped you—no man has ever eaten you out like this. 

“Seokjin–” You were cut off by your own moan when the tip of his tongue applied pressure to your clit, watching colours explode in your vision. This time you really crushed his head between your thighs, and he only moaned with pleasure, driving you insane. 

His plump lips made a ‘pop’ as he released your sex, rising up to steal your lips for a zealous kiss. You licked his lips clean of your taste, moaned as his hands handled your body as though it were meant to fit in his grasp. 

He broke away to breathe, pressing your foreheads together. “I could pleasure you for an eternity, but we’re changing things up tonight, aren’t we?” 

A coy smile spread across your face, tugging him into your arms to consume his delicious lips. Seokjin moaned as his body immediately fit into yours, tongue ravaging the inside of your mouth. 

Another devouring kiss later, Seokjin turned onto his side so his back landed into the sheets, your figure now on top of him. You utilized the opportunity to drink him in, hands molding to his every muscle, memorizing the soft sensation of his impeccable skin, skimming your fingers over his tempting happy trail. 

Seokjin suddenly grabbed your hands, tugging you down so that your faces hovered just by each other. “You feel amazing, Y/N, really amazing. But I need something else.” He whispered, weaving his fingers through your hair until he gently pulled it. “Suck me off, right here, right now.” 

His demanding tone dampened your core, pussy burning brighter than the sun. You didn’t need to be told twice, something inside you was adamant that Seokjin was certainly well-endowed—his personality screamed big dick energy. 

And you weren’t wrong. 

Once you’d trailed hot kisses down his body until you unearthed his semi-hard length, your mouth watered at the delicious sight of him. He was thick and girthy, sinfully long, and with a leaking, pulsing tip crying for attention—you couldn’t help but pounce. 

You moaned as your tastebuds were hit with the taste of his pre-cum—he tasted delicious unlike many of your other partners. He was addicting, motivating you to teasingly drag your tongue across his cock just to coax more cum out of him, relishing the sounds of his deep, deep groans, his hand tightening in your hair to convey his need. 

“Y/N…” he breathily moaned, causing your body to jolt with arousal. 

“Yes, Seokjin?” You coquettishly answered, slowly, purposefully licking a lengthy stripe up the underside of his dick, finally swirling it around his red tip—he choked out a groan. 

“If you don’t stop… I’ll ravage your pretty face, sweetheart.” 

The term of endearment softened you, even more so his sweet, charming eyes. His hand instead petted your hair, as though he whole-heartedly adored you, and granting him his wish suddenly became your number one priority. 

Steadily, you sank Seokjin into your mouth, inserting inch by inch until you gagged around him, tears automatically pricking your eyes. He painfully groaned once you did; clearly he’d waited far too long for this. Your pride swelled, and you drew him out, only to hollow your cheeks and suck him back in. 

Seokjin erupted with such a pleasurable moan, you repeated your actions, faster, harder, deeper until your pace caused you to slobber all over him. His tip smashed against the back of your throat, moaning just so the vibrations could drive him off the edge. 

His hips naturally bucked into your face, shoving your head down until he was completely nestled inside your spongey cheeks, high off the euphoric sensation. 

“Y/N… you have no clue…” He struggled to speak. “How amazing you are.” 

You smiled, daring to swallow around him just to gain another one of his beautiful moans. 

“My god, you’re a Goddess—you’re too good to me.” Seokjin incessantly praised you, fuelling you to increase your speed, to plunge him deeper, to supply eons worth of pleasure until he was a complete mess underneath you. 

He hissed ceaselessly, grappling your hair with uncontrollable lust. “Y/N, sweetheart, you feel incredible–ah fuck.” His own groan broke him off, his sounds heightening in pitch and pace as he neared his release, as his cock powerfully throbbed inside you. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’ll cum in your mouth, you have to stop.” Seokjin groaned out, crushing his bed frame in his hand above him as the other ensnared your locks. 

You ignored him, simply plastering a kittenish grin on your face before pumping him in and out of your mouth again, tirelessly gliding your tongue over his pulsing meat as he growled like madman. And when he was nearly convulsing with arousal, you shoved him so far down your throat, you choked wildly around him—a throaty, needy sound escaped him immediately.

“Fuck, Y/N… oh my fucking god.” 

You pulled out once tears cascaded down your cheek, swallowing to aid your battered throat. “Since when… did you swear so much, Mr. Righteous?” 

Seokjin scoffed without malice, eyeing you with hunger. “Since I decided to finally take what I’ve always wanted.” 

His words surged something profound inside you, both your heart and pussy beating erratically. Your eyes connected for a small, intense window of time, before Seokjin pulled you up for an electrifying kiss. You yelped as he switched positions with you, your back now sinking into the sheets beneath, while his massive body moved over yours, passionately kissing and biting your lips. 

He cradled your face as he devoured you, dipping his hips lower to grind them against you, eliciting your fucked out moans. You ached for more, squirming underneath him like a pathetic whore. 

“Seokjin.” Your moan was so needy, so delicately feminine something snapped inside the usually composed man. He bit your lower lip until he grabbed the lapels of his shirt, peeling back the annoying clothing to reveal his gorgeous body. 

Your eyes automatically worshipped him, hands roaming his broad, sturdy shoulders and gigantic chest. His hands snatched the robe on your body and quickly removed it, tossing away the compromising item. Your naked body laid ready in his sheets, hungry eyes demanding he plunge himself inside you this instant. 

Seokjin didn’t waste a second, unbuttoning his pants to eventually tug them down, but his concerned expression worried you, palms cupping his cheeks. 

“What’s wrong, Seokjin?” 

“Are you okay with this?” He sincerely asked, searching your every feature to discern any sort of discomfort. “I don’t have protection.”

You softened, heart melting into mush. “It’s okay, Seokjin, I really am—I’m on the pill anyway.”

“But I should still wear protection, Y/N. It’s not just about contraception.” He stated seriously, curling your hair behind your ear. “I just want to be safe with you.”

His concern dealt a lethal blow to your chest, filled with nothing but adoration for him. “It’s alright; I trust you, Seokjin, I trust you.”

“You can say no.” He assured you, his pretty fingers brushing the apple of your cheek. “If this is how far you want to go, it’s okay.” 

Something fiery and passionate overwhelmed you, reaching up to kiss him admirably, with affection to last a lifetime. “There’s nothing that can make me say no right now—I want you, I want you now.” 

Seokjin cracked a gorgeous smile before finally tugging off his pants and boxers entirely, leaving him completely naked above you. His barren body ignite your bones, ready to feel him glide inside you, to become lost in the pleasure he’d provide. 

Seokjin kissed you before his hand curled around his shaft, gently pumping his cock, while the other clutched the headboard of his bed above you—you bit your lip watching him, eager to feel him already. Your hands dug into his hips waiting for him, itching for him like an addict. 

He cutely chuckled at your keenness, pecking a kiss to your nose. “You’re incredibly adorable when you’re insatiable, did you know that?” 

“What can I say,” you nonchalantly shrugged. “Not my fault you’re the epitome of a five course meal.” 

Seokjin sexily cocked a brow. “I think daddy was the term you used with me.” 

“Befitting.” You confirmed, sliding your hands around his hips until they were full of his ass, squeezing him. He lightly groaned with surprise, shooting you a testy look—your smirk only widened. “I suggest you prove to me how daddy you are before I take what I want.” 

Seokjin dryly chuckled, rolling his tongue inside his cheek. “Oh, trust me, I’m gonna enjoy nothing more than taming a brat like you.” 

Before you could retaliate, Seokjin shut you up by pushing inside your velvety sex. You gasped as he split you open, hands immediately grappling onto his shoulder and neck, nails scratching his already sweaty skin. 

“Oh my god, holy shit-!” You moaned out graphically; there isn’t a single man you’ve ever been with as well-endowed as Seokjin, the sheer thickness of him was already ending you, a pleasurable size that would doom you for all of eternity. 

“Oh god, you’re tight… so incredibly tight.” He breathed out hotly against your lips, kissing them between heady groans. He inserted himself far enough until he bottomed out, earning a fucked out sigh from you. 

Seokjin’s hands immediately slipped into yours, squeezing them for support as he managed himself inside you. He pinned you down into the sheets, ensnaring your eyes with a hungry, carnal look. 

“Are you alright?” He panted, barely holding himself together.

“I’m perfect.” You breathed back. “Are you?” 

“I’m amazing.” 

And without further instruction, Seokjin drew out of your sex, inch by inch, so he could feel you squeeze him for dear life, before driving back inside. Your back immediately arched off his bed, bowing into his chest. 

Seokjin encased your body in that instant, holding you against him as his hips propelled backwards, only to propel back in. Your heady grunts harmonized, breaths melding together as your figures ached to be connected. 

Once Seokjin physically felt your sex flutter more open, he unabashedly began moving inside you, slowly maneuvering in and out, filling you with his thick flesh. 

“Seokjin, oh my god.” 

“I know, Y/N.” He breathed before stealing a kiss from you. You needed more, you craved so much more that your walls clenched around him, pulsing for him to speed up. 

It drove Seokjin crazy, fuelling him to cradle you tightly as he fucked into your sex, repeatedly plunging inside. Your drawn out, erotic moans bounced off his walls, most likely echoing in the vast penthouse as Seokjin supplied you with sheer heaven in his bed. 

His thrusts weren’t senseless and rough, no, they were slow and calculative, sensual and intimate, the kind that cleverly rubbed your clit as he continuously filled you to the brim. Your mouth hung open with shameless gasps and sighs, hooking your arms around his neck, scratching your nails down his sweaty back as euphoria leaked into your veins. 

Seokjin’s thrusts became faster, harder, so much so that your head began banging against the headboard, and he immediately cushioned the top of your head with his hand, holding you in place as he drove into your fluttering pussy. 

It was a sudden deep, long plunge of his that made you scream, breaths as uneven as your heart rate.

“Fuck…” You whimpered, feeling the bottom of your stomach stirring. “How… how do I already want to cum?” 

Seokjin smirked before dipping down to kiss you, torturing you by gently swiveling his cock inside you—you swear nebulas formed behind your eyes.  

“Think I don’t know how to fuck now?” 

You shuddered out another whiney moan when he somehow pressed his abdomen against your throbbing clit, ending you. Your nails dug into him, cupping his jaw tightly for support. “Seokjin-!” 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He breathed, jumpstarting his pleasurable pace once again. This time, he kicked up the speed, fucking you faster, much harder than before, and it was deliciously intoxicating. “Any of those boys ever fuck you like this? Ever fuck you like a man should?” 

You shook your head, a sex-crazed haze clouding your mind and stealing your sense of functionality. You felt cosmically good; your eyes were rolling back, your cunt was burning with an orgasm that begged to be released. 

“It’s why you already want to cum,” he explained, accelerating his thrusts, crushing your chest against his as his breaths fanned across your wet, swollen lips. “A real man fucks a woman to pleasure her, not only to pleasure himself.”

You gushed buckets of your essence around him, lubricating your walls for him to constantly infiltrate. All you could feel was the delicious friction his cock created inside you, the rubbing of your clit, the sounds of his deep, masculine groans. 

Your orgasm was pending, waiting to wash over you so powerfully you wanted nothing but to be completely taken by him. Your hands weaved through his thick locks and hugged him closer, whimpering by his ear. “Seokjin… please, I’m gonna cum—take me.” 

Maybe it was your delicate voice, so needy for him, that caused Seokjin to lose his sanity. He attacked your neck with open-mouthed kisses, sensually suckling, biting, licking his desire onto your neck as he fucked you faster, relished in the sound of your hips smacking against each other, bodies moving up and down his mattress.

The faster pace ruined you, moaning harder, whinier, becoming so high-pitched as you chanted a mantra of Seokjin’s name, it wasn’t long before he delivered one last stroke that made your clit explode, the sparks of your orgasm pleasurably burning you. Euphoria spread across your body as it jerked, fluttering your weary eyes open to find Seokjin’s hungry ones blown out, indulging in your fucked out expression. 

You attacked his lips, kissing him messily and roughly—you weren’t done, you still needed more. “Seokjin…” You swallowed, coming down your high as you gripped his face, cheeks as hot as the sun. “More… fuck me more. I want more.”

Seokjin’s crooked smile was to die for, dipping down to peck your lips before biting your bottom lip, tugging it to watch it bounce back. He understood your memo, not even bothering to pull out of you before beginning another fatal series of thrusts. There was no need to go slow anymore, your pussy was split right open for his taking—and fuck, did Seokjin take. 

It wasn’t long before he put every one of your bed partners to shame by fucking so rough, so powerfully and yet, so deliciously, you were a moaning mess for him. His name was the only two syllables you knew, your brain operating on sheer lust as he devoured you, kissed you, fucked you so hard your legs locked around him instinctively, and he growled like a wild animal. 

Immediately, Seokjin wrapped his arms around you and lifted you from the bed, suddenly shoving your sweaty, naked bodies up against the nearest wall. Your back crashed into it, moaning erotically as your hands flailed to grip the wall, moaning like a madwoman when he buried his face into your neck. The new position allowed him to pornographically bounce you over his cock, scratching your nails against the paint of the wall.

Tears flood your eyes with how good it felt, how he felt, how decadently he pampered you with wet kisses down your throat. He dragged his tongue up your pulse point all the way up to your ear, licking your lobe until he nibbled it, sending you to cloud nine. 

The stimulation was Earth-shattering, once again feeling him rut against your soaked, swollen clit until yoru orgasn began building again. You could feel him throbbing inside you, could hear his desperate grunts by your ear along with a string of curses and your name. 

“Y/N… fuck, you feel incredible, fuck.” 

His arms supported you as he began jackhammering into your pussy, causing screams to spill out of you, You held his shoulders for dear life, cradling the back of his head as you brokenly sighed into his ear. 

“Seokjin… cum… inside me… now!” 

His shuddering moan was utterly beautiful, sending you spiralling as Seokjin pressed you against the wall harder, thrusted into you so much more vigorously, sucked hickeys all over your neck and chest until they illustrated his unbridled desire for you. 

And when you two nestled your foreheads together, moaning into each other’s mouths, gripping his chiseled jaw for any form of support, his fingers bruising your skin where he harshly gripped you, Seokjin released goops of his white seed inside you, tossing you over the edge. 

A subtle and yet mesmerizing orgasm ruptured inside you too, throwing your head back against the wall as your body clenched around him. His forehead fell into your chest as his groans became more stable, rising and falling with uneven breaths. 

Your arms lazily hugged his head, fingers gently massaging his scalp, processing the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had. You suddenly heard Seokjin adorably chuckle against your skin, feeling his frame rumble. 

A smile tugged your lips, joining him. “Why are you laughing?” 

Seokjin lifted his head, swallowing—your core pulsed at the sight of his sweaty Adam’s apple bobbing. “Because you were right—it feels good to finally take what I want.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, containing a smile. “And I can assure you there’s plenty more where that came from—you were good, or whatever.” 

You playfully feigned no effect, pretending to pick at your nails as though he didn’t just rock your entire universe. 

“It’s not just the sex, Y/N.” Seokjin softly cradleed your cheek, guiging you to meet his eyes—they shimmered beautifully with sincerity. “I’ve wanted you since the second I laid my eyes on you.” 

Your eyes widened. Something foreign clogged your throat, causing moisture to flood your eyes as your heart beat passionately—were you crying tears of joy? Did Seokjin actually want you for… you? 

“You’ve… wanted me for four years? And never said anything?” You feebly held your hand against your heart, hoping the action could calm its erratic beating. 

Seokjin breathed a fond laugh, smoothing a piece of your hair that stuck to your glistening skin. “I expected to take care of you, never to fall in love with you.” 

Tears manifested in your eyes, touched by his confession. 

“I couldn’t jeopardize anything if I ever made my feelings known, so I kept them to myself.” He explained, that same breath-taking, soft smile that always managed to warm your heart framing his lips. “Even if you never found out, as long as I could take care of you for a lifetime—that was enough for me.” 

You sniffled as fresh tears pricked your eyes, finally spilling over your lashline. All this time you’d been a bitch to him, he’d heard you with other men, joked around with you about your lascivious escapades, advised you on what to wear for your date nights with them—he’s loved you all along. 

Your lips collided with his, kissing him deeply, passionately. You couldn’t bear the thought of subjecting him to any more of that pain, not when you desired him just as equally. It didn’t matter if you two didn’t make sense, or how impossible it was to remain happily together, all you needed was Seokjin, needed his annoying stoicness and frustrating silence and his incredible sense of honour and duty. 

You realized then what exactly that pesky feeling inside your chest always was—love. 

You giggled, sniffling as you ran your thumb over his lips. “I never expected to fall in love with you, either.” 

Seokjin’s eyes adorably rounded with shock, his lips falling into a surprised pout. “Wait, what—” 

And before he could speak, you attacked him with an array of sweet kisses just to shut him up, conveying all that glowed in your heart for him. His hands curled around your body as he laughed and playfully launched you two back into his sheets, crawling under them to seal your lips for a never-ending kiss, and connecting your bodies for another ravishing night.

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[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Growing into Love

pairing:Husband!Seokjin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, slight angst, husband Jin, non-idol!au, Arranged marriage trope, mentions of parent issues

summary: Arranged marriage could've been a lot of things, but with Jin, it was nothing but comfortable. Maybe too comfortable that you hadn't realised when you'd both fallen in love.

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“You know what Mom, I’m sorry. I thought, for once, you’d understand me but of course. My bad. Let’s just forget this. Bye.”

No matter how long it had been, it was never easy. Even years of therapy cannot make the complicated relationship between your parents and you easier to deal with. After everything said and done, you still did love your parents and you knew they loved you too. Even if they weren't great at depicting it without it affecting you.

It was tiresome nevertheless. The constant back and forth, you still hoping they'd understand even though they haven't in the last twenty-seven years and them hoping you'd finally see their side.

It had gotten easier when you had moved out after high school. You had enjoyed the taste of freedom and independence for 6 years since high school, mainly because you knew it came with a deadline- arranged marriage. It was a tradition in your family, everybody always got an arranged marriage. Even after knowing that it’s your destiny, the fear of “what ifs” had eaten you up for years.

For years you'd fought against it, but eventually, you lost all the will to fight and gave in. You had no choice. No matter how much you did, they always demanded more. Maybe you were to blame, for hoping even after everything.

With all the thoughts and the pain still fresh in your heart, you slump against the sofa on the floor throwing your phone on the coffee table. You're trying your best to not let the tears fall. Leaning your head back you just breathe and try to stop the well-known spiral that was going on in your brain.

"That bad huh?"

The voice startles you. You open your eyes to see your husband standing at the kitchen entrance looking at you. His wide shoulders clad in his favourite white t-shirt, a pink worn-out apron on his slender waist, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the soft features on his face slowly turning into concern as he assessed you.

Being married to Seokjin had been a pleasant surprise. Both of you knew what you were getting into, had spoken openly about your needs and kept to your boundaries. You understood that love was not exactly an option in your situation, but there was never any animosity between the two of you.

After a year of marriage, you'd become friends and partners/ teammates of sorts and constantly enabled each other to succeed. You had a routine, shared chores, shared your hobbies with each other and existed in perfect harmony. There was never a need or yearning for more, as it felt comfortably natural at every point.

Everything you'd learnt about him made you want to remove all the unfair pain he'd been through and protect him from further pain. One month into your marriage you got to know that his family had caused him a broken heart and forced him into this predicament. Yet he was always polite and nice to you and his family, and your respect for him grew multifold. Then you began noticing how he was often silent and blue when he thought no one was paying him attention. His smile faded every time he turned away from people which made you feel like it was you who was getting hurt.

But along the way, in the last year, Jin had genuinely become more balanced. His over-hyper nature around people and the eerily silent persona at home had slowly eased into a balance that dances on the verge of both. He makes you laugh almost every day, has cried in front of you a couple times and always cooked the most delicious meals every weekend. Jin was also a complete crackhead, especially when his younger brother Jungkook visits- which is almost all the time. Jungkook had been a big part of your life since your marriage and you would not have it any other way. Especially since it made Jin smile from his heart (and annoyed him to know bounds that you spoiled Jungkook).

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You blink at the voice, Jin is now crouching in front of you, back leaning against the coffee table as he looks at you. His eyes filled with worry, lips puckered and hair tousled. You bite your lips to prevent the threatening tears from falling down.

"Didn't you hear ?" You ask with a quivering voice, referring to the phone call you had with your parents moments ago.

"No, I was caught up in making lunch." He settles one hand on your shoulder in a pat. "But from the look on your face, I assume it didn't go well. If you want to talk, you know I'm here."

You nod, blinking more furiously in a futile attempt. He smiles and wipes the tears away.

"It's ok to cry, we spoke about this."

"I know. That's what I'm doing." You say as more tears fall and a smile graces your face. "Aha, I know what will cheer you up." His eyes widen and a mischievous smile plays on his face as you look at him in confusion. "I'll call Jungkookie, you are always happy when he annoys me. I don't get it but it'll work for now." You look at him for a moment to gauge how serious he is and end up laughing when he picks up his phone to call the younger one.

"No no Jin don't call kookie. Poor thing, he really wanted to sleep in this weekend. Plus he really needs to start hanging out with people other than us." You say between laughing as Jin puts his phone down.

"Hmmm," he thinks as he absentmindedly wipes more of your tears away and you're watching in anticipation waiting for his next suggestion. "In that case, maybe ice cream will help?" He asks with big eyes and a pout, looking like an innocent child. You immediately nod like an excited 5-year-old at his suggestion.

Jin brings you the ice cream tub you'd both bought at the supermarket and hands over a spoon.

"Here, enjoy!" "Hehe thanks, I love you. You're the best Jin." "Aissh, love you too. I'll go check on lunch. don't eat too much."

You were about to hum back in response but froze mid-action, ice cream spoon on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes widen in reaction and you drop the spoon on the floor. This causes Jin to stop midway to the kitchen and look at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He says rushing to your side. You just look at him in pure shock.

"We, I- we-" The words fail to come out of your mouth and your mind is a mess. "We what?" He asks, the concern back on his face.

"wesaidiloveyou" The words leave your mouth in such a hurry that Seokjin almost misses it. When he realises he gets more confused and replies with a shrug, "Yeah so?"

"What do you mean so? We said THE words Seokjin." The incredulous look on his face stays put and you add, "For the first time."

He scoffs and smiles. "This is not the first time."

"What?"

His smile falters, "You don't remember?" "Remember what? Jin don't mess with me now." Your voice is timid and you feel a giant lump creeping up your throat.

"You're the one messing with my head right now. Do you really not remember saying I love you to me that night?" He looks at you in disbelief, ears reddening and his pout in full display. "What night?"

"Y/N, come on seriously?" "I really don't remember Seokjin."

He stares at you for a moment too long, sighs and walks back to the kitchen. You close the ice cream tub and run to follow him in. He's stirring the stew in the pot and even though his back is facing you, you don't miss the agitation in his movements. You wait for him to close the lid on the pot and watch as he just stares at the wall. Slowly you move closer to him but he whips around even before you could tap on his shoulder, and looks at you.

"Jin, I really do not remember what you are referring to and I'm sorry. Just tell me when it was, please." You give him your best puppy eyes and he sighs leaning his head back on the shelf above, before facing you again.

"The night after we went to your cousin's wedding, in bed, before sleeping you told me you love me and I said it back." Your jaw drops to the floor. "That was three months ago," is all you say as you try your best to jog your memory of the night.

That had been a particularly rough family function- with your father questioning every career choice you had made, your mother constantly criticising your outfit choice and every other relative asking you only about your plans to have kids. Seokjin had been very comforting and stayed by your side the entire night. You remember how his hand never moved from the small of your back the entire night and how he kept running circles on your palm whenever he held them. That night you were sure you had fallen for Seokjin, but you did not remember vocalising it to him. And definitely did not remember him saying it back.

Jin's strained sigh brings you back to the man in front of you, he is doing his best to look positive and lighthearted about this and you can see it.

"Why didn't you bring it up the next day?" You wanted to say sorry, you wanted to hug him but this was the only sentence that came out of your mouth. "I figured you said it in a sleepy daze. And maybe you didn't mean it." Jin sounds so small and nervous at the moment.

"But then it happened again." He adds before you can say anything and all you can say is, "HUH?"

He rubs his palm on the back of his neck and nods. "Yeah, actually you've said it 7 times in the last three months including today."

"WHAT?" Jin looks as shocked as you do at this revelation.

"Why the hell do I not remember it?" "How the hell am I supposed to know." Jin's voice comes out sharper and you realise how all of this might be for him. But he turns back to the dish on the stove and you are left to jog your memory to see if he was right.

"The second time was when I bought you the big chocolate cake when you were on your period- two months back," Jin says in the most neutral tone and the memory comes back to you.

You hadn't even informed him about your periods, he somehow always knew. But you were positively shocked when he walked into your shared bedroom with a chocolate cake in his hand, explaining that it will ease your cramps. It might've been possible that you voiced the exact feeling you were having in a moment of joy.

"Then it was a week later when you were leaving for work." Jin is now back to stirring and assessing his pot and his voice seems muffled.

"When?" He turns to look at you for a brief second, he assesses your confused face and turns back smirking.

"You said 'I love you bye' on your way out the door, I knew you didn't realise it. In fact, you did this again twice, Kookie was here during the fifth time."

"Wha- How... Do I have memory loss?" Jin turns around and you can see the smile he's trying to control. "Don't laugh, Jin. How else do you explain my not remembering saying it?" He stays leaning on the counter with his smirk playing on his face and says, "So you definitely don't remember drunkenly professing your love for me last week and then proceeding to cuddle me the entire night until I laid you on the bed in the morning right?"

If you were shocked till now it was nothing compared to this bombshell Jin dropped on you.

"Are you lying?", "No why would I!" Jin looks convincingly innocent but it only worsens your confusion. How did you miss such an important moment of both of your lives. Your husband loves you and has said so multiple times but your brain has successfully managed to forget that. You try your best to remember but nothing out of the ordinary jumps from your brain.

He breaks down laughing- screeching noises and all, as he watches you process it. Your first reaction, post-shock, is to hit him in the arms and exasperatedly pout.

"Jin, that's not fair. Why the hell did you not tell me any of this ?"

He sobers up then and stands in front of you, holding both your shoulders and a sweet smile on his face. "I didn't mean to hide it, I just thought you didn't want to bring it up. Y/N, you told me yourself that you're a flight risk and that you weren't looking for love. I didn't want to make you panic."

"Aww that's sweet of you." He nods annoyingly smug and you roll your eyes. "But I still feel horrible that I didn't even notice it fully. I mean.. how does one forget that?" Jin shakes his head at your words and gives a little squeeze to your shoulder as he says, "You didn't forget it, it just came so naturally to you that it wasn't a big deal."

You look up at his eyes hearing his words. "Was it the same for you?" Jin gulps and rubs the back of his neck again. He's turning redder by the minute and you love seeing him like this. "Well, yeah. I actually said it a week before you did for the first time." You open your mouth to react but he interrupts you. "And no, you didn't forget it. I was scared and told it when you were sleeping."

"When?"

"Aiish, I don't remember Y/N." He's almost as red as a tomato now. You scoff at his words. "Oh please, you just listed the 7 very random days I told you I love you. And I know for a fact you remember when you first said it. Spill it, Jin." Jin is fully blushing and you're sure you are too by how heated up your cheeks feel. You continue riling him up by poking his arms till he swats you away and answers your question.

"I- Oh god stop Y/N, I'll tell.", "Okay, go on."

"It was the night you suggested we sleep in the master bedroom together because you felt it was unfair that I had to sleep in the guest room." Jin covers his hands in his face and cringes at himself while you've got the biggest smile playing on your face. You start giggling and that makes him look up from his hands with a pout.

"Ya don't laugh at me!" "No, no I'm not laughing at you. It's just... that's all it took for you to fall in love with me?"

His face immediately changes from his pout to a soft smile. "That's because I didn't fall in love, and neither did you.", "Oh." You try your best to let it not show but you know that your face has deflated just the way your heart felt.

Jin notices it and smiles before adding, "We didn't fall in love, we grew into it, and that's much better. I've fallen in love before and you know what, when you fall it feels like you're flying until you crash. I think falling in love is a sad thing." He moves closer and holds your face in his palms as you look up at him without breaking eye contact. "With you, with us, we didn't fall and we won't crash. I've been in a relationship where even the smallest things were a big deal- every 'I love you' and anniversary. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying I really do prefer how natural it feels to just say I love you and not make a big deal of it. With you, specifically. I love how we just started doing things together without overthinking it. So yea, we grew into loving each other."

By the time he is done you're eyes are watering and the tears flow down your cheeks. He wipes them away and you just stare at him, thinking about his words. He was right, almost all of your firsts since your wedding have been entirely unspoken. One day you just cuddled against him while watching a movie and neither of you questioned it. Or when he randomly pulled you in a bear hug and cried after a tough day, or when he comforted you during your family functions and you did the same. Even when you were busy trying to fight off any feelings because of your fear, you couldn't succeed. It all felt natural.

"Y/N, please don't cry. You've been crying since the damn phone call and now I've made you cry too." You shake your head sideways and pull him into an embrace, leaning your head on his chest and sniffling your tears in. He rubs your back trying to calm you down, which you do because Jin always knows how to calm you. You lift your head from his chest and look at him, still in a tight embrace.

"How are you this smart and amazing?" He smiles shyly and then smirks before adding, "I am 3 years older than you and I know a lot more than you do!"

"Tch, what a shame I didn't record that and send it to Jungkook. He'd be so happy to see you admit that you're old." You tease and Jin looks at you in mock anger which causes you to laugh.

"I've been realising it here and there but like you said nothing felt out of the ordinary or uncomfortable enough to question it. So... okay I agree, we grew into loving each other." Jin nods with a fond smile. "Now what?" you add with raised eyebrows watching keenly as Jin smirks and his hug around you gets tighter. Your face heats up as he leans into you slowly, your eyes trained on those plump lips of his that have always caught your attention. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to hit your lips and finally fee-

TRIINGGGGG

The sound of Jin's ringtone blaring from his pant pocket makes both of you jump away from the embrace. Recovering faster from the shock, Jin picks up the phone and curses as he shows you the called ID- Jungkook.

You laugh as Jin attends the call and immediately starts cursing the younger one and Jungkoook lets out his usual Elmo giggles and shouts for you to support him.

Jin was right, this all felt natural. This is your family, your home and you'd cherish it forever.

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[7ndipity]

Green-eyed Virus

Jin x Reader

Summary: Jin appreciatess your care and concern for his groupmates, but sometimes he can’t help but start to feel a little jealous.

Warnings: mentions of illness, teeny bit suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requsted this!

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“Hey, babe.” Jin said, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the comforting scent of home cooked food.

“Hi, Jinnie, did you have a good nap?” You said, noting the lingering drowsiness in his eyes.

“Mhm, whatcha making?” He tried to lean around you to swipe a taste from the pot you were stirring, but you were quick to swat his hand away.

“Ack, don’t touch! It’s for Joonie.” You said,

earning a frown from him.

Four days ago, while the group was traveling together for promotions, Namjoon had come down with a bad stomach bug and had to sit out several events. The guys had felt bad about having to leave him holed up at the hotel, pretty much on his own, other than the ocasional staff member coming by to check on him, but luckily you had offered to look after him and keep him company, having tagged along on the trip at Jin’s request(or more acurately, dramatic wailing that he couldn’t stand going two entire weeks without seeing you. “I’ll die! You have to come with me, please!”).

At the time, Jin had been more than grateful, his heart twisting in his chest at the care and tenderness you displayed towards his bandmates, but now that everyone was home, and Joon was on the mend, he couldn’t help begining to feel a little neglected by your continued doting on the younger member.

“Does he really still need your help?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” You turned to look at him, brow furrowing at his question.

“I’m just saying he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

“I know that, I just want to make sure he’s got some good food to help him bounce back. Besides, you know what a terrible cook he is.” You replied, returning you attention to the stove.

When you received no further response, though, you glanced back over at where he leaned against the counter, taking in the slight pout that still lingered on his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He said flatly, avoiding your gaze.

“Jin.”

“I just-, I don’t know, don’t you think you’re going a little overboard for him? Honestly, people would think he’s your boyfriend instead of me.” He said, the last part coming out grumbled under his breath.

You whipped around to look at him fully. “What was that?”

He stopped, catching the slight edge in your voice. “Nothing.”

“No, you said something, what did you mean though?” You pressed, already having an inkling about what was going on in his head. Jin liked to believe that he wasn’t an easily jealous person, but you’d been with him long enough to know that wasn’t the truth, he just had the tendency to stuff it down and brood over it rather than adimit it. “Babe, we’ve been over this, If somethings bothering you, you need to say it.”

“I don’t like you spending all your time fussing over Namjoon,” He rolled off quickly. “It feels weird. You’re my partner, not his. And maybe it's selfish, but I just want your attention for me.”

“Okay, fine!” You attached yourself to his front, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. “Better?”

“Mmm.” He shrugged, sounding unsure.

“How about now?” You standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Okay, maybe a little.” He caved, leaning down so you could better reach his face, sighing as you gave him another, less inocent kiss.

“I’m sorry for making you jealous. I didn’t think it would bother you so much.” You said.

“Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have let it get to me.”

“How about this? We drop off this soup at Joons place, and then I’ll give you all the attention you want for the rest of the night?” You offered teasingly.

He looked away, trying to hide his growing smirk. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Just okay?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair, earning a small shiver from him.

“You know you really shouldn’t be rewarding this kind of behavour.” He mused.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I sounded like a baby complaining that I’m not getting enought attention.”

“You’re my baby.” You said.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” You muttered, kissing him again. “You know you don’t have anything to be jealous of.”

“I know, I just missed you.”

“I’m right here, I’ll always be right here.” You promised him, cupping his jaw as you spoke, a sudden frown crossing your features as you felt how warm his skin was. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re kinda hot.”

He scoffed. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean I think you might have a fever.” You pulled away, looking at him worriedly. “Let me get the thermometer.”

“I’m fine.” He argued, to no avail.

He wanted you attention, he should’ve been careful what he wished for.

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Smutober Day 18 ~ Gentle ~ Kim Seokjin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

PAIRING: Jin x Fem !Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, gentle sex, soft, unprotected sex

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

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"You drive me insane," Jin whispered as he kissed down your neck, his hands travelling up your legs as he rubbed you through your underwear. A small whimper leaves your mouth as you try to keep as quiet as you can. The two of you weren't alone in the house tonight and the last thing you needed was your parents or his hearing you have sex.

"Please," You whisper to him as you lay yourself on the mattress, spreading your legs open and letting him position himself between you. The two of you kissed gently, your hands holding his face as you tried to pull him as close to you as you could get him. You rolled your hips up a little feeling his cock straining against the material of his boxers. It had been a very long day and you were desperate to feel the touch of your boyfriend, 

"Jin," You whispered, pushing your hands down to his boxers and pushing them off his body. Meanwhile, Jin slipped a finger into you and smirked to himself, you were soaking wet for him and he couldn't help but think about why it must have been,

"So wet for me, is the excitement that you could get caught turning you on?" He chuckled softly, and your breath caught in your throat as he started to move his finger in and out of you, curling it up a little.

"I love you so much," You whisper as you pull his wrist away from you sliding his finger out before taking his cock into your hand. You didn't want to wait for him anymore, you needed him and you needed him now. 

You wrapped both of your legs around his waist as his tip pressed against your entrance.

"I love you too." He whispered, kissing you deeply as he entered you. Your moan was muffled by his lips and your hands held onto his shoulders tightly as Jin let you adjust to him. Jin pulled out of you slowly before pushing back into you, your hands resting on his cheek as you stared deeply into each other's eyes while he rocked into you.

Each of you bit down hard on your bottom lip to try and stifle the moans you didn't want your family members to hear.

"J-Jin," You moaned out a little louder than intended, the tightening in your stomach making it hard for you to control the sound of your own moaning. Jin chuckled as he hid his face in your neck, kissing the skin softly as you begged him not to stop.

The speed of his hops increased just a little but with each thrust, he hit deeper and deeper. Your hand found his and he squeezed it tightly, both of you reaching your highs together,

"F-Fuck," Jin moaned as he came, slowly pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed beside you. The two of you panting heavily as you silently listened to see if you could hear any movement from inside of the house.

"I think we're in the clear," Jin whispered as he kissed your cheek quickly before getting up and going to the en-suite to retrieve a warm wet cloth to clean you with.

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𝐓 𝐎 𝐍 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 — KSJ.

title : tonight

pairing. seokjin x female reader (oc)

genre. fluff , students au , romance

w. love at the first sight(?) ; oc is struggling a lot ; foul language ; some mentions of stalking (no one is stalking) ; dad jokes ; softness <3

wc. ≤ 4k

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You've never ever been so excited to go to the school cafeteria before until one day you noticed him.

Those games were always boring to you, only if your friends didn't force you to join in. Backing off while your brain scrambles to think of an excuse when your back suddenly hits a firm and muscular back as you spin back, in slight shock, those broad shoulders never leaving your sight. That person was visibly taller as he turned to you with the same, hurried air, flurries of apologies coming out through splutters.

“I’m-I’m so sorry,—”

His friends swarm around his shoulders, petting him with short praises and yells. That feeling in your stomach was immaculate. At that exact moment your breath hitches in your throat and you momentarily forget what is breathing. Your heart thumps as if it was going to burst out, and your throat dries up.

Tresses of silk-like raven hair rested on his forehead, parting to give him the perfect forehead you'd ever seen. His face glows with the lighting of the room, and you'd easily believe the glow outdid the sun easily. With those almond shaped, curious eyes which radiated the warm aroma of fresh melted chocolate, he had those squishy cheeks paired with cranberry pillowy lips. An instant dazzling smile highlighting the sculpture of his face instantly made your heart throb at the very first sight.

Even though the encounter was just for a matter of seconds which can be surmised to be long forgotten, it was anything but. That was imprinted in your heart as if it's meant to be within those deep treasures of the sea, a Siren’s voice by the sober shores of the coast. Each recollection of the memory left your heart pulsing like small jitters of the first snow and butterflies fluttering inside your tummy as if they're playing with a young, playful kitten.

It didn't leave your brain at all at times, especially when you returned to the cafeteria where the incident took place. Sometimes, as much as you're basful to admit, you'd visit to come back to the fleeting happiness you'd felt back with a slight exchange of formalities with the guy who stole your heart from you, and doesn't seem to be seen anywhere afterwards.

Choosing the table closest to the window, today you're alone as your stomach rumbles with hunger. you sit down with your plate in your hand, ready to eat after a long day.

The aroma of the warm bowl of dubu jigaetguk calms you down as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding on. Being a student with a part time job as waitress in a pub wasn't easy to say, to some point. Sure, you're used to the strain you're putting on your already tired body from your tedious routine, but when you realize how you hardly get any rest for yourself.

Whether you like it or not, whether your social batter is on the verge of dying, you again have to reach school on time after getting an ounce of rest, or sometimes, even not. Getting dozens of assignments and projects to finish and much less time to compete with,you end up in the library finishing them, often starving yourself in the process. Then again, cycling back to your workplace, the foul, shitty pub where a single mistake can earn thousands of souls, weird looks and mockings from that ass manager of yours.

Or sometimes, even deduction from your paycheck if the humiliation doesn't feel enough to him. It's almost past midnight when you reach your rented apartment. Your muscles are sore, aching, and screaming for a break with your social battery already dead by the time you fall back to your bed, trying to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Well, if you're particularly clear, there wasn't anything to do; if you wanted to continue your precious education you had to do this. The sun can shine only so brightly when it burns just as strongly, yes?

Eh, apart from the poetry. . .finally after weeks you got some time to eat. A quick peek at the huge windows and you know that there's a sudden drizzle which has people rushing about for a shelter to the unexpected rain. You notice a few people rushing into the cafeteria too, and a happy thought strikes your head at the new crowd. Him. Your heart begins racing and all the memories flashes again as if they're happening right now. The hopes of finding him again thaws in your chest and your lips quirk up to a smile unknowingly.

Him. . . .who was he and what had he done to you? What was his name? Once again you felt your heart pick up its that it felt like it was drumming with happiness inside; Was he of the same school as yours? Obviously, it had to be or else what he would be doing in the cafeteria area.

But you'd sometimes even see the students from other nearby schools during competitions or fests here, so it could be a possibility.

He seemed to be pretty much popular within his friends, you assume. You could, by just looking at the number of people who'd swarmed around him at that moment and when your small interaction was over, their giggles and laughs were enough to prove he was a good friend of theirs indeed.

It was a bit too overwhelming sometimes as a part of you is hurt to think that you've actually fallen for a stranger within some seconds when you can't seem to find any traces of him so far, or you don't know anything about him. Pining for a stranger who might even not be single has your breath shaking.

A sigh leaves your quivering lips. Why did your heart have to do that ? Your head drops to your hands, your thoughts pulling yourself down to your loneliness once again.

Fiddling the spoon on your bowl while you stare with your head empty at the mushy mass of tofu floating in the seasoned soup, long gone cold. Your brain is on a loop thinking about all those, his perfect face, his possible popularity, the way he was just surrounded by his friends. If he wasn't nice , how could they hang out with him? A true person makes a true friend, and for sure that thought kind of convinced you that he maybe wasn't. . ..in your league.

Or so you'd convince yourself somehow that you had no chances with him. You, the loner who always has been avoiding people, making excuses to avoid interaction, easily losing interest. Being a social butterfly wasn't your thing, really. Making stoney faces and uninterested replies was your thing, and you were used to those stares at the pub bar and in your school where God knows by what names and what assumptions were you being called so, and you couldn't care more. Your heart may have pumped warm blood, but its veins carried numbness and no signs of interest for the hate. Times have made you that way, and you still are.

He was. . .just an acquaintance. Or even something less. You didn't even know his goddamn name ! You know that your heart will have a hard time understanding what your brain already has, but sooner or later you'll have to, afterall. It was already a month following this incident, and you had to distract yourself to move on.

Shaking your head to let go of those thoughts, you're now mentally scolding yourself for overthinking, again and you just wanted to forget him, that incident which took place both in the cafeteria and in your heart. There are some extremely alluring and beautiful things in this world which are craved by many, but are achieved by only a few.

That's it; you now wanted to finish up your meal and as soon as you'd completed today's schedule, you wanted to go home. Yes, home.

The bell rings, finally.

And now, it's time for the teacher to depart. As soon as she leaves the class you switch on your cell and your eyes fall on the texts from your co-worker oblique friend Grace.

RECEIVED. 12:30 PM

grace ⭐ : OoO

grace ⭐ : Big Newsssss

grace ⭐ : no work today!!

SEEN. 1:00 PM

you : huh?

you : ??

RECEIVED. 1:05 PM

grace ⭐ : Manager called in a day 😵‍💫

grace ⭐ : He says it's some ‘Personal Stuff’ He has fallen into😶

Sighing, your thoughts run up to your warm bed among soft,warm sheets to the fact that you have your biology exam tomorrow leaves a frustrating aftertaste in your tongue. You decide to stay back in the library, at least you'd be studying and it would be a nice distraction from all those non stop floods of thoughts.

You didn't realize the time flies so soon that you've actually completed memorizing the final two chapters without any fail sitting in peace with all the focus on your book and notebook and no other distracting thoughts inside you.

A wave of satisfaction floods over your body, as you close your eyes and let out a little breath. You just keep still for some moments like that, cherishing your little victory until you felt the seat beside you was occupied. You didn't pay much attention to it since it was a school library; anyone could come in and you didn't care less. You just buried your head in your book and slowly, your signs of exhaustion were clear. Your eyes felt heavy to be kept open, getting watery each time you yawned.

Fuck, sleep sounds way too good now. Your burning eyes close for a while. Heaven. Your head is almost about to fall down on your book when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder. Jerking with a silent breath, you turn to the source of the tap.

Your sleep-riddled brain is already clogging up and your breath is again caught up. Your heart begins thumping at such a rate that it's starting to hurt a bit, and a small gasp leaves your lips.

That same face, those same plush lips and that glow. Those chocolate brown eyes softly staring at you, while his lips adorned a gentle smile causing his cheeks to puff up slightly.

“Hey..” fuck. His voice is so fucking smooth and soft, you feel like you're floating on a cloud. Nah, it cannot be real. He cannot be real. You must've fallen asleep at this point.

“Are you okay...?" His voice echoes in your ears at the lack of your reply and your dazed expression,.presently tearing you out from your daydream.

“We—we met at the cafeteria that day, if I'm not—”

“I remember you,” you cut him off by a murmur, thinking of how vividly you remember him ever since that meeting. You put a hand on your chest as you blink, breathing heavily with your heart still thrumming hard.

A water bottle was passed to your hands as you looked up at him again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He started apologizing as he thought that he disturbed your study session and kind of caught you off guard. You decline and shrug it off like nothing much happened, as you feel your tummy already swarming with a forest of butterflies at even the bare minimum. The way he's so. . you don't know, but whatever it is, it's doing nothing good to your poor heart. You already feel your cheeks ignite at its very thought of looking at those warm, soft, roasted coffee eyes.

“I’m Seokjin. I realized that I should’ve introduced myself to you that day, but by the time I did, you already were gone,”

He quips with a laugh,taking out his books on the table as you realize it's your turn to introduce yourself. As soon as you do it, you wished if you weren't so nervous and didn’t sound so small to him as you did to yourself; but a sweet smile was given off as a response.

“Erm..for that day, I'm really sorry. Those brats wanted me to join a frat party, and while I told them how much I hate frat houses, I didn't realize that you were behind me,” he rubs the back of his neck with a nervous laugh almost as if he's embarrassed.

“It's..it's quite rude that I left without an apology.” His eyes are even softer, melting your heart even more.

“But you did apologize to me?” You laugh off, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel his wide gaze at you as he breaks down to a fit of nervous giggles.

Did you see correctly that his ears were flushed red?

“I finally found some time to study, so I decided to be here. Just when I was passing by, I saw you and thought of. . .well, apologizing properly this time,”

He's rubbing his neck again as if he's embarrassed to speak it out and itches to speak more. You ask him to continue. Clearing his throat, he says, “I wanted to be friends with you. I've seen you pretty many times in the local bar. Each time I'd try to find you, you were always scuttering away into the chambers. Much to my surprise I found you in our school cafeteria.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you, even before our bumping happened and I never got to see you after that. . .”

Your eyes flick up to him as he suddenly jumps on his seat, shaking his head violently with wide, shaking pupils.

“Nono!! no!! Don't, don't get me wrong,” he chokes out, “I wasn't stalking you or something like that, I just. . . couldn't at all get a grip on my curiosity. . .” he's rubbing his neck again, and you bet you saw his cheeks pink this time. He's so adorable and it makes you giggle, a surprising sound which you think you haven't heard of before.

“So, you're a regular of the turquoise villa?” He looks up at you, somewhat relieved to not have been perceived as a stalker. “Well, not really regular, you know? I don't drink often, but it's like I've been dragged there at times for the birthday celebration of my homies. Or when anyone needed alcohol to let go of their grief,”

“So like I've been there thrice or twice, and I've seen you all the times I've visited.” You are quite surprised yourself. Thinking of the fact that he wanted to talk to you as much as you wanted to have blood rushing up to your cheeks. You're trying your best not to react so openly at this, but you're having a hard time controlling your heart. It beats so loudly that you feel your blood rushing up to your brain in your ears.

He asks you again if you're ok.

You shrug again.

“You could've just. . .heh, joined me at the library since I'm here after lunch,”You laugh, embarrassed at your own loss at words. He flashes a sweet smile your way, suddenly flicking his wrist to get a look at the time on his watch.

“So, is it a day off for you?”

Months have passed after your friendship with him began to bloom, and you find yourself falling more and more for him. You feel your mask slip more and more each day when you're with him. He was totally how you expected him to be, understanding, radiant, intelligent and humorous. And not to mention, had a face carved by God themselves.

All of your bad days seemed like nothing when you had him, whether it was his sweet gesture of sharing his ramen with you during lunch; Encouraging and comforting you when your thoughts spiraled downwards. Whether it's just him and you sitting in silence, basking in each other's company, or cackling like dumb idiots at his dad jokes which were in abundance with him. Your colorless life seemed to have suddenly filled with rainbow colors, as sparkles lit up your numb heart which seems to have known him, and beats only for him. You feel utterly selfish at times, but him saying that he enjoys hanging out with you just as much as you do somehow puts you at ease.

As if apart from pumping blood his existence was the reason for your heart beats, that subtle drumming was felt by you each time whenever his face flashes in your mind, as if your heart knows him. You couldn't really help yourself, it felt like you were rolling and rolling down continuously an inclined hill for him and those feelings were just too much to bear. Yet, you have decided to keep cool cause lord knows for what you didn't want to confess.

Perhaps it's the fear of losing a friend who meant so much to you, you wanted to go with the flow and just endure it.

Apart from being a really sweet guy, his sense of humour is impeccable. You two are pretty good friends now. Even if you don't meet each other at the school due to the different routines, you two have regular contact through text and calls, which kind of is. . . awaited for you to listen to his voice and his pretty little jokes.

A chilly night as it was tonight, your grumbling manager is dismissing the employees a bit early. You rumble your bag to keep your uniform back and sling it up your shoulders, waving goodbye to Grace who seems equally as tired as you. Stretching your aching and sore limbs, you sigh and rub your shoulders. Waves of exhaustion flows through you, as you yawn, cursing at your own self as you take small, tortoise steps towards your house.

You're lost in your own world when you feel a tap on your shoulder out of nowhere and your breath is knocked out of your lungs. You're nearly screaming as you jump, startled, but suddenly you smack your lips as you see that taller boy laughing loudly, broad shoulders shaking with each squeak.

You snort, “Seokjin, you ass, you scared the living shit out of me.” He is laughing breathlessly and you smack his shoulder, earning a small ow from him. Soon, he gently holds your shoulders and calms himself down.

"But hey, what are you doing here, Seokjin? We're already closed for the evenin—”

“Hm,I was up for a walk and I suddenly felt my limbs carrying themselves here. Muscle memory, maybe?” He rubs his chin as if in deep thought, and you nearly huff.

“I haven't seen you for a few days. But it turns out that you're already leaving, so I thought of walking you home, as I see you're quite tired, if you don't mind.”

“Ha, are you gonna carry me or something?” you chirp as you walk along, suddenly all of the exhaustion vanishing away from you.

“If you'd let me, I surely would.” You fake a gasp and try to ignore the fluttering in your stomach once again.

You walk down the pavement with him by your side.

“____?”

“Yes?” you're curious as you look up at him.

“What do you say when you're busy on a call, and want to talk to a person later?” his eyes are twinkling by the time he finishes his question. You're thinking, hard, what possibly could be his joke.

“I’ll.. I'll call you later?”

He groans,“Don’t call me later. Call me Seokjin, please.”

“Wh—” you stop by your tracks and roar a laugh, him squeaking along with you. Fuck, your stomach hurt with that. You pant as you near your apartment, sighing happily.

A chilly wind blows through, and goosebumps flood all over your skin as you rub your arms with your hands, feeling a bit cold. You wished if you would've stuffed the hoodie inside your bag, then you wouldn't have been facing this right now.

Suddenly, you feel two hands wrap around your shoulders softly as you turn and you find that his black bomber jacket is wrapped around your shoulders.

This awkward position where you basically have your face craned up to look at him, has his face just a few inches away from yours. You feel his breath gently brushing your face. Your eyes winden themselves, as your blood rushes up to your cheeks, and your heart is thumping, again. Your lips part slightly, seeing him this close where you can smell the faint but enchanting scent of his woody cologne could be described just as a dream . . . and now it's true.

You can't help but gasp with your heart thundering inside your chest, warmth radiates from his jacket, his soft smile contrasting with his beautiful eyes twinkling in the starry night.

“Seokjin. . .” fuck. You did sound small.

“Hm? Are you still cold?" He asks with a soft voice as your chest is almost hurting with its fast beats. “No. . .” quite the opposite. You pull your hands to your chest again, as he chuckles lightly. You look down with completely flushed cheeks. You feel like you're about to burst at the close proximity.

“I. . .” You close your eyes, unable to confront your shyness. Fuck, you've never been ever this close to him, you've never ever been so close. . . ! His strong arms snakes around your waist inside the loosely hanging jacket, spinning you so that you're facing him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets, but the somewhat hesitant look in his eyes explains that he's nervous, too. You relax visibly in his hold, your body turning to putty under his eyes. He smiles as he sees your pupils dilate, breathing wild.

His hold on you is gentle gentle gentle, and if you'd die here, you happily would, if this is what heaven feels like. His nose nearly brushes by your own with how close he is to you, and his soft, long bangs tickle the apples of your cheeks as he pulls you even closer. Fuck. Fuck. This really is happening.

By the time he speaks again, the entire world stops for you and all that you can hear is his silent, but delicate voice in your ears, “I just want to ask you if I can keep you warm with me by your side, holding hands just like this.”

Oh, fuck. You cannot beleive what's happening. But whatever is, you just want to do. . . cherish. You hope you'll be talking about this later, too.

You nod.

A toothy grin spreads all over his lips, his face lighting up instantly.

He tilts his head to lean in more and whisper a small thank you. And then, his lips press so softly against your own, and you feel yourself smile as your hands reach up to his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You'd let him keep you warm forever.

a/n : missing seokjinnie a bit too much lately (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) i hope you enjoyed reading this smol drabble <3 don't forget to drop a reblog if you did, it helps a lot 🤍

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Sugar & Spice mentioned Jin had looked after OC before… Could you do a drabble on the first time Jungkook ever enlisted Jin to look after OC? 👀 I feel like they could make a chaotic pairing being left alone together.

trust me it did not go the way you thought it did

You're staring him down from the spot on the couch where Jungkook had told you goodbye- unmoving.

It was all very sudden, and with the secret of your existence not yet revealed, he had no other choice but to attend the spontaneous schedule his company had decided. And considering only Seokjin knew of you, and had some sort of experience with Hybrids as well due to taking care of his brother's in the past, Jungkook found it to be the best solution.

Because the Idol doesn't trust carecenters. As soon as they'd know you were his, they'd surely get tempted to reveal it to the public in exchange for a good sum of money- or even just to taint his image. And he couldn't have that.

His image wasn't the issue. But whatever might happen to you.

But while you got along somewhat okay with Jin when Jungkook was around, it's clear now that it's an entirely different story when you're alone with the older Idol. He knows about all your food preferences and possible triggers, Jungkook made sure to text him basically an entire manual on how to properly take care of you, including your regular meal- and bedtimes.

And he also made sure to mention that you might not talk at all, since Jin is still somewhat of a stranger, after all.

"Alright. What do you want to eat?" Seokjin asks you, holding the small table towards you where a takeout menu is already displayed. "Don't be shy. Jungkook won't know if you just order icecream and nothing else." He jokes, but you instead pull your legs closer to yourself, shaking your head. "No? Want something else?" He asks, but again, you shake your head.

Seokjin sighs, before he sits down next to you.

"I promise you." He tells you kindly. "He's gonna be back tomorrow night to pick you up. You just gotta stay with me for a bit so you're not alone, you know?" He explains to you. "Maybe we can videocall him later when he's back at the hotel. Would that help?" He wonders, and at that, your ears turn towards him before you nod. "There we go. Now let's wipe that sad face off of you with some good food!" He cheers, causing you to giggle a little at his enthusiasm.

And later, he keeps his promise- videochatting with Jungkook later on to have you talk to your comfort person, who's making sure to tell you multiple times that you can eat whatever you want, and that it's also okay to stay up late and play games with Jin if you'd like.

And he also makes sure to tell you that he loves you-

and that he'll always come back for you, no matter what.

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hii i hope ur well!! just wanna say i absolutely adore ur writing it's so addictive ahaha <33 here's a request i have, if u don't mind: so basically jin and the reader are in a relationship and jin was pretty confident with the relationship at the start, but he feels like after y/n met the other members they spend more time with each other than jin + y/n, and then one day something happens thats just the last straw for him so his jealousy is now visible + a hot make out sesh if u dont mind lmaoo

End of the Line ༓ KSJ (m)

✑ Summary: Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you've been spending more time with his friends than him. It's an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it.

pairing: seokjin x reader

au/genre: fluff, little bit of angst, some crack, suggestive smut, established relationship, drabble

rating: m, 18+

word count: 1,392

warnings: seokjin is jealous and a bit pompous lol, seokjin just wants oc to pay attention to him again 🥺, reference to super tuna bc I couldn't resist, also yeah some crack at first bc its Seokjin, swearing, light fighting, hot make out session as requested, ass gr*pping, manhandling, feat. jhs, myg, & kth

now playing: super tuna

a/n: This was very fun to write anon! 🤩 tysm for your kind words!! It means so much to me 💗 I really hope you like this ☺

You and Seokjin started out as friends—always accompanying the other to weddings, karaoke nights, nature walks, and even fishing trips. It was when Seokjin caught a super tuna on one of his trips to sea that you were beyond proud of him. You didn't hesitate at all to pull out your phone and take a picture of him with his catch.

Seokjin marks it as the day he knew he couldn't just stay friends with you, so he asked you out. It wasn't every day that he'd meet someone who'd get as excited over super tuna as he did after all.

'This tuna will not be released back into the water!' he promised to himself while smiling at the camera with you behind it.

Ever since that day you and Seokjin have been going out as a couple for three months. At first, the two of you were inseparable. You went on multiple dates a week; three at least.

But that all turned upside down when he took the plunge to introduce you to his inner circle, his main guys. Now whenever he asks about your day or your whereabouts you tell him you're out with Namjoon or hanging out with Jimin.

It couldn't be more obvious that you prefer spending time with his friends over him—your boyfriend. Well, he's World Wide Handsome, so whatever this thing is will end today.

Seokjin stands in front of his full-length bedroom mirror, plain white t-shirt, and classic denim jeans. The front pieces of his hair are pushed to either side of his face to make a clean middle part. "This should get her attention." He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a mirror selfie. "I look damn good today." He sends the photo to you right after.

Seokjin: Having a good hair day, don't you think? [sent an image]

He eagerly waits for your response which typically only takes a few short minutes. But when the time on his phone jumps ahead twenty minutes without a reply, he just knows something's up.

Jagiya 😘: it's nice ❤😊

"Unbeliveable," he scoffs. "That's all you have to say?" Seokjin nearly glares at the screen as he types out a response.

Seokjin: Where are you? I miss you and want to see you 😞

Jagiya 😘: I'm home bby. We can go out if you want??

Seokjin lights up at this. He hasn't been able to see you all week between work schedules and oh yeah...you hanging out with his friends. The last part has him scowling. He's glad you get along with his buds and all but did you have to get so close to all of them?!

Seokjin: yes, come over as soon as you can! We can see a movie or go for lunch 😀

Jagiya: okay, I'll be there in half an hour.

Mission complete. Seokjin slips his phone back into his pocket and combs his slender fingers through his hair.

"Congratulations bro, your girlfriend's yours again!" He gives himself a pat over the shoulder then heads to the living room to wait for you.

When he hears fists pounding on his door he leaps to open it with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Hey hyung!" Seokjin's grin melts when he sees Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung standing in the hallway outside his apartment. You're in between all of them, touching a little too close in his opinion. Seokjin tosses you a 'what the fuck' look instantly.

"Kook, Joon, and Jimin had other plans so they couldn't make it. The rest of us are free though. What movie are we seeing?" You say, oblivious to your error.

Seokjin doesn't reply but clutches your wrist and pulls you towards him, more aggressively than he meant. He then slams the door before the others can walk in.

"Seokjin! What the hell are you doing?" You shake your wrist from out of his grasp, bewildered by his sudden temperament.

"What am I doing? I'm asking you the same thing! I said I wanted to go out with you today, not the peanut gallery!"

"Hey, fuck you man!" On the other side of the door Yoongi cusses. Seokjin pays no attention to it as he's far too concerned with you.

"I'm sorry Jinnie—" you start, realizing he wanted this is be a date. "I ran into the guys on the way over and invited them because I thought we were just hanging out. The more the merrier..."

Seokjin's eyes widen, the vein in his neck slightly protruding. His eyebrows knit together too. "Hang out? Since when do we just hang out? Are you my girlfriend or not?"

"Of course I am—"

"Then why are you bringing them everywhere you go?! This isn't a polyamorous relationship, you know? We used to go out all the time but now I have to compete with five other men plus Jungkook!"

"Jungkook's a man!" Taehyung's baritone voice pipes.

"Shut up Tae, they're fighting in there," Hoseok shushes. "I really think we should leave. I feel odd standing out here."

"I second that," Yoongi turns to head to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Oh, oh I think they're calming down now." Taehyung has his ear flushed against the apartment door. "I don't hear anything..."

"Yeah?" Hoseok leans his ear to the door too. Yoong watches them from a few feet away, arms crossed—he will not be one to fall into the door when it opens. "You're right," Hoseok speaks again. "It's dead silent in there."

From inside the apartment, Seokjin stares at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes rake up and down your body with a mix of pissed off and turned on. You look exceptionally stunning today, he observes.

"So this is all because you're jealous that I've been hanging out with your friends?"

"Yes, I'm jealous." Seokjin's hands fly up, further expressing his annoyance. "You're always too busy giggling with Jungkook or clinging onto Namjoon's biceps than going out with me, your boyfriend!"

"You are so exaggerating it. I'm just having some fun with them. And I'm not touching Namjoon's biceps so I don't know where that came from. Unless...." you narrow your eyes at the man. "You think they want to sleep with me don't you?"

"Well, why wouldn't they want you? Have you seen yourself?"

You'd be flattered by the compliment if you weren't already fuming at the fact your boyfriend is being so unbelievably unreasonable. "I can't believe you'd say that about your own friends Seokjin!" you say.

"I've known them longer than you have, so trust me. I know what I'm talking about okay?" Seokjin takes a deep breath. "I'm happy you're all friends. I just want to see you more..."

You sigh and walk up to him, hand reaching out to soothe him. "C'mon...we're just platonic. You know I love you right? I'd never do anything like that and they wouldn't either."

"I know. But fuck, you make me so crazy," he huffs and closes the distance with you. Rough hands press on your waist as he pulls you into himself. His plump lips lean down and kiss you with full force.

You let out a muffled whine and thread your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. "Seokjin-"

He shuts you up with his tongue that pushes into your mouth, licking every crevice he can find. He gives your ass a little squeeze too, before walking you backward and against the couch.

"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" You pant when you're given a breath.

"No," he says, forcing you to sit down on the soft cushions. "I'm still mad because it seems you've forgotten who your boyfriend is around here and need reminding."

"Oh, wait—" you say when he starts climbing on top of you until you have no choice but to lay on your back. "Shouldn't we deal with them first?" You flick your eyes to the door where the guys were still patiently waiting; eavesdropping more like.

Seokjin traces his thumb on the bottom of your lip with a dangerous smirk. "Well, you're the one who brought them here, didn't you? And they came for a movie, no?"

You slap his chest at his antics. "No, absolutely not. Get off me. I'll tell them to beat it myself."

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 13

[day thirteen: creampie]

pairing: seokjin x reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

notes: smut straight under the cut

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You press your face further into the mattress, back arched and Jin’s name slipping of your tongue as he thrusts into you—lewd as your pussy squelches with every wet smack of his hips to your ass. Cock coated creamy with your arousal, clinging to his shaft.

Your fingers pull at the sheets when his fingers dig into the meat of your hips, tugging you backwards on his cock, angled ever so deliciously. Cockhead pressing over your sweet spot.

“Good girl” he groans, lithe fingers pulling your ass cheeks apart, watching as your pussy swallows his length. Thick cock pulling you open, moulded for him and him only.

You moan at his praise, hips pressing backwards to meet him with every thrust, greedy fingers slipping down the sheets, pressing over your mound. You gather your arousal, slicking your clit up as your thumb thrums over the little bud, pussy clenching around Jin’s cock as pleasure slips down the length of your body. The greedy sort of arousal that has you so desperate for the perfect release.

“Want me to cum inside of you?” he grunts, fingers still dimpling your skin, getting that little bit tighter when you clench around him again, “Yeah? You like the sound of that?” he presses.

You hear it before you feel the prickly pain that spreads over your right ass cheek, skin flushing red as he bring his hands down once more.

“Want me to soil your little pussy? Mark it as my own?”

You moan at that, clit throbbing at the thought of his cum painting your walls, so much of it spilling past your walls. Pussy messy with a mixture of your release.

“Please” you whine, hands fumbling to find his hips, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh as you urge him to thrust into you.

“Please, what?” he grunts, particularly hard thrust making your mouth fall open in a silent moan, jittery pleasure causing another wave of slick to leak out of your cunt, slipping down your thighs.

“Want your cum” you moan, eyes squeezing shut as he presses the tip of his cock over that little spot that has stars glittering behind your eyes, toes tingling and stomach tensing as you press further and further towards your orgasm.

His hand lands another slap to your ass, skin flushing red, “Yeah?”

You nod, cheek rubbing against the sheets as you gasp for breath, fingers finding your clit as you tug yourself towards the edge, closer as Jin speeds up his thrusts, skin sweat-sticky each time his body presses against your own.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” he asks, hands pressing on your lower back, arching you that little bit more.

You can barely find the words to reply, brain lust dumb as you creep closer to the edge, coils wound up tight in your stomach, so so so close.

You feel Jin’s cock twitch, guttural groan vibrating from his chest as he blankets over you. Pressing over your back as he cums, white painting your walls.

You moan, tipping over the edge of your own orgasm at the spurts of his release, mental image of him cumming inside of you enough to tip you over the edge entirely. Mind merely focused on the feeling of his seed leaking into your pussy, walls clenching around him as you milk his cock; desperate for everything he had to give you.

He barely pulls his hips out before thrusting back into you, gentle as he drags his cum soaked cock through your pussy, riding out his orgasm.

Your fingers slip away from your clit, more focused on the feeling of Jin inside of you than your own pleasure. You moan when he slips out of you, cunt clenching around nothing, slightly gaping.

You catch sight of Jin over your shoulder, bottom lip tucked between your teeth when his fingers spread your pussy lips, “Push it out for me, wanna see the mess I made” he murmurs, watching as your cunt clenches around nothing. Thick dribble of his cum, slipping past your walls.

He catches it with his fingers before it can drip onto the sheets, pressing it back inside of you.

You reach down beneath your body, your own fingers slipping into your pussy as you smear his cum over your folds, clit throbbing with arousal as you press his cum back into you.

“One more time” you beg, hips shaking a little in temptation, “Wanna be full of your cum”

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your thigh, “Gonna have to keep you plugged up with my cum inside of you one day”

You press your fingers further into your pussy, stopping any of his seed from leaking out as your clench at the mere idea of it.

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❥ Soft Things BTS Does

Jin

• Telling you everyday that you’re beautiful/handsome. He’s never missed a single day.

• Says that learning about you is his favorite pastime.

Yoongi

• Writes songs about you but doesn’t ever release them. Wanting them to be for just you.

• Calls you his muse

Hoseok

• Teaches you dances but he’ll cover your body with his and then giggle when you get flustered.

• Does performances in your living room. Calls them ‘special vip performance for the person who deserves it the most.’

Namjoon

• Takes candid pictures of you. There’s a Polaroid of you in the back of his phone case.

• Letting you kiss his dimples

Jimin

• Lets you watch the mvs early

• Having matching hair colors <3

Taehyung

• Sending you pictures every morning and every night.

• Sometimes he’ll dress you up in his clothes and then giggle when you start to imitate him

Jungkook

• Lets you color in his tattoos

• Lets you braid his hair when it’s long

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[lillsisamarshmallow]

Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! (15)

Summary: Y/n wakes up surrounded by her hybrid companions who have become even more clingy since they started staying with Jisoo. Y/n searches for houses as she is unsure how to talk to the boys about it. With the two new hybrids in the house, just how clingy and touchy can the boys get?

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The sun was shining through the window and lighting up the room. I moved my hands up to rub at my eyes before breaking them open to look at my surroundings. The room was quiet, the only noise being the light breaths from myself and the others. I looked up at the weight that was pressing on my chest, already knowing what it was. The black cat was sleeping peacefully as he faced me directly, his paws tucked under him, causing him to resemble a loaf of bread. I cracked a smile at the thought. As I tried to move my head to see more of the room I felt something in my way. 

Reaching up to the left side of my neck, my finger sunk into some soft fur, knowing immediately what it was, I sighed slightly, remembering how the menace of a bunny hybrid had kept crawling onto my face, over my mouth and nose causing me to wake up from lack of air, I'm pretty sure at some point Yoongi had had wacked him in the head over it because everytime I woke up it woke the sleepy cat up too.

Sinking my fingers further into his fur I picked up the chocolate brown bunny and hauled him up until I was holding him above my chest. His little nose twitched but he remained asleep as I moved him back down and onto the other side of my body. I was doing my best to not wake anyone up as it was early in the morning, earlier than I would usually wake up but my body urged me to get out of bed.

I tried to wrap one arm around Yoongi and use the other one to push myself up, but as soon as I started to get up the cat hybrid also woke up, he stood up and stretched whilst still on my chest before looking at me quizzically. I gave him a half-lidded, tired smile as he seemed to understand what I was doing, he got off me and moved over to where I had put Jungkook down, and curled up beside him.

I fully sat up now that I didn't have to worry about the other 2 hybrids. I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed, Jimin was sitting at the foot of the bed and I quickly gave him a pat on the head before I stood up fully. I only have a small amount of space on the floor as the rest was being used by the large wolf hybrid, the panther hybrid, and the fox hybrid.

Reaching up to my hair I reached for the smallest hybrid of the bunch, Jin, who had somehow managed to make a nest-like thing out of my hair. I scooped up his small form before bringing him in front of me. I leaned over the bed to put him down between Yoongi and Jungkook. I watched as he moved around before snuggling into the fur of the two younger hybrids.

I smiled at the sight as my heart melted at how cute they were together, I had to tip-toe my way out of the room being careful not to step on any of the hybrids on the floor, I finally made it over to the door and I opened it slowly before slipping outside.

I sighed through my tiredness as I trudged into the kitchen hoping to make some tea, I spotted Jisoo standing by the bench and staring out into her back yard. The sun was rising and you could see the light emerging from behind the trees and lighting up the yard, the grass was sparkling from the morning dew and I could see flocks of birds flying through the sky.

“Morning” I mumbled in my croaky voice, I pulled open her fridge in search of milk and honey and when I found it I pulled them both out, placing them onto the bench behind me. Jisoo turned to face me as she gave me a polite smile, she didn't look like she had been awake long either.

“Morning.” She started. “I just boiled the kettle so it should still be hot.”

I hummed as I began to make myself a cup of tea. We stood in the kitchen watching the sunrise for what felt like an hour. It was quiet, probably because all the hybrids were asleep, and the bright sun shone into the house, wrapping everything in a warm glow.

“So.” Jisoo started and I turned to face her. “You remember Jeonghan right?” She asked me out of nowhere.

“Yeah, of course I do.” I replied to her, confused as to why she would bring him up out of nowhere. Jeonghan was an old friend of ours, more Jisoo’s friend than mine but we still got along, he was a few years younger than us and honestly I hadn't spoken to him since high school.

“Well, his father owns a real estate company, I don't know if they have the type of place you're looking for. He mostly deals with large properties outside the city, like mine.” She beamed at me and giggled. “I could tell him that you're looking for a place if you want, I'm sure he’d help out.”

“Seriously? Jisoo, that would be great, thank you.” I said to her as I gave her a quick hug as we laughed together before I cleared my throat. “So… h-how is Jeonghan?”

“Well since you turned him down he’s been on a bit of a power trip.” She laughed as she seemed to be thinking. “He’s not bad or anything, he just has a lot of goals that he wants to accomplish, you know?”

I nodded as I understood what she meant, I remember back when we were younger how he would always follow us around, tagging along wherever we went. He had a crush on me, and at first I didn't mind, I thought it was cute, until he proposed. I shot him down and we haven't spoken since, it was awkward at first but after we got older it was just because we had our own things going on.

The calming silence of the morning didn't last long as soon enough I could hear the thundering of footsteps and tumbling down the stairs along with yelling.

“Y/n!”

I was sitting on the couch, balled up in a fluffy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and my laptop as I scrolled through the website the Jisoo had told me to, Jeonghan’s dad’s company, two cats curled up on my lap, Lisa and Jennie, they had been extra clingy recently but I guess it’s because I haven't seen them in a while. Come to think of it, the boys had been very clingy recently too, weird…

I clicked on a house that looked interesting, it was far out from town, a little further than I wanted, but not so far that it couldn't be an option. The house was large and the land included the forest surrounding it, so far it was checking all the boxes, taking a closer look I saw that it said 5 bedrooms. I bit my lip as I thought about the amount of bedrooms we needed, there was 8 of us, but pack mates often shared sleeping areas I had learnt from a quick google search, but I also wanted the boys to have their own areas where they could do whatever they wanted by themselves, I groaned out loud as I threw my head against the back of the couch, waking up the 2 hybrids in my lap.

I hadn't said much about a new house to the boys. Did I have to re-invite them to live with me? Or do I just assume that they will? My thoughts were interrupted as Lisa had stood up on my chest and was now nudging her head into my neck, I huffed and snickered at her behaviour as I sat up straighter.

The house was surprisingly quiet at the moment, Jisoo had gone out to do something and the boys were around. Suddenly a black cat jumped down beside me causing the other two to jump away. I was surprised at the sudden appearance of the jet black cat, but welcomed his presence. He sat down on my lap as he glared down at the other felines, Jennie and Lisa growled at him but he hissed back and they jumped from the couch and left.

Their interaction confused me but I shrugged it off since nothing bad had happened. I began petting Yoongi as he turned to face me, he closed his eyes and flattened his ears as I pushed my hands over his head and down his back. He stretched out his back before circling on my lap and finally curling up, his back pressed against my stomach and his head tucked under his paw, facing towards himself.

I cooed at how cute he was before trying to get back to looking at houses, I clicked the small ‘save’ icon so that I could come back to it before I started looking at other houses, I kept scrolling through and a few more caught my eye so I took a look at them, saving some and going past ones the would absolutely not work. I finally closed the lid of my laptop and took a slow breath in and out as I lifted myself to adjust how I was sitting before leaning back into the coach and throwing a hand back with my head, keeping the other one patting Yoongi.

We sat in the silence for a while as I sipped on the cooling hot chocolate before Hoseok came into the lounge to join us along with Jimin, Jimin sat down next to me and I pulled the blanket to make room for him to share too, Hobi sat to the other side of me but he didn't want any of the blanket.

“Hey, guys.” I spoke tiredly. Because I had woken up earlier than normal, I was starting to get tired. Hobi reached out so he could also pet Yoongi and I moved my hand for him. “Everything alright?”

They both hummed in hello then again letting me know that they were fine. I sighed as I relaxed into the couch more, wiggling my legs slightly, making me slump down some more. I felt a weight on my shoulder and I glanced to the side to see Jimin was resting his head on my shoulder as he played with Yoongi. I smiled softly at him, but as soon as he had put his head down, he sat back up abruptly and looked at me confused, before I could return the look he leaned in again towards my neck for just a few seconds before pulling away again.

He looked stunned at whatever was going on and peered around to Hoseok who looked up at him questioningly. It seemed as though they were having a whole conversation with their eyes, a conversation I could not understand, but before I could ask, Hobi learned towards my neck as well.

He pulled away after a few seconds, I was starting to become embarrassed at how they both seemed to know what was happening yet I knew nothing, and they kept getting closer to my neck. They both seemed to just keep looking at each other, almost like they were unsure what to do in the situation, I could feel my face heating up at how they both turned towards me.

It was when they both leaned in at the same time that I finally said something.

“What is going on?” I asked them hastily, incredibly confused and not understanding any of what had happened. Neither of them seemed to know how to explain what was happening so they just looked at me weirdly. I huffed, hoping it was just a one time thing as I moved Yoongi from my lap and over to Hoseok. “I…I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

I crawled out of the blanket and off the couch before telling the boys that I would be in the room if they needed me. I dropped my now empty mug into the sink before trudging upstairs trying not to think of the weird interaction I just had. I could feel the sleep pulling at me so I hurried up my pace to the room.

I pushed open the door to see that it was in fact empty, which meant I could have a nice quiet nap. I peeled off my top and discarded it on the floor, making a mental reminder to pick it up after I woke up, that I most definitely would forget. I picked up a random hoodie from the floor and slipped it over my head. It was over sized and clearly not mine but I didn't mind. I shimmied out of my pants before finally crawling into bed and pulling the covers over me and up to my ears to keep me warm and comfy.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice speak out, followed by footsteps that seemed to get closer to me. I recognised Jungkook's voice as I felt his presence standing near the bed. I opened up one eye to look at him. Judging by how I didn't hear the door open or any knocking I figured he must have already been in the room and I had just missed him, he was probably in the bathroom or the closet.

I hummed back at him tiredly, wondering what he needed. He didn't say anything but he pulled back the blankets half way down before stopping. I nodded my head as I moved back in the bed towards the wall to make room for him. He pulled the rest of the blankets back as he slipped himself in beside me.

I moved myself back towards him on auto pilot, maybe it was a hybrid thing but I had learnt that they liked to embrace people when they slept, Hobi did it, Yoongi did it too. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his under mine, snaking them around my waist and holding me tight before he nuzzled his head into my neck. I could feel his heart beating in his chest and his hot breath fanning over my neck.

His breath hitched for a second before returning to normal, he nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck, so much so that I could feel his nose and his lips pressed against the base of my neck. I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing. I was trying to sleep but all these thoughts kept flooding into my mind. I tried to calm myself by reaching up and stretching my fingers into Jungkook's long hair as I started to play with it and twist a strand around my finger.

I could feel something moving on my neck, almost like Jungkook was mumbling something against the skin, where his face touched my neck it felt hot but it wasn't from his breathing. The sensation was oddly calming so I continued to play with his hair as I could feel my mind calming down once again and sleep was ready to take over. I moved my fingers upwards towards the base of his bunny ears, my finger came into contact with the soft fur but I quickly pulled them away as I felt Jungkook bite down onmy neck.

I hissed out in pain as I tried to push myself away from him, but he wouldn't let go and he kept his head buried in my neck, his lips still pressed to the spot that he had bit. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, making our bodies flush against each other. My neck tingled on the spot where his teeth had pressed into my soft skin, my breath was caught in my throat as I didnt know how to process what had happened.

“J-Jungkook!” I stuttered out as I kept trying to wiggling my way out of his grasp, but he wasn't having it as he squeezed me harder, refusing to move. I grunted out loudly as I let my body go limp, knowing that there was no way I'd be able to escape the surprisingly strong bunny.

“Bite me again, and you're out of the bed, and I'll start screaming.” I said threateningly as I had completely given up on trying to escape, I did my best to wriggle back under the blanket and get comfortable again. I could feel his lips pull into a smirk as they dragged across my skin, he seemed to slightly loosen his grip so I could get comfortable before holding me tight again.

It didn't take long for sleep to consume me, I could still feel the tingle and the dull throb of pain in my neck as I drifted in and out, but it didn't bother me. Jungkook’s warm honey and earthy scent smelt stronger than ever from our close proximity, it was invading my system, it smelt so strong that I could almost taste it on my tongue.

I woke up around 2 hours after we fell asleep, the room was much darker now, meaning it was later in the evening, maybe almost time for dinner. I looked around with my tired eyes trying to focus around me. I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I decided to get up, I lifted Jungkook's arm off of me as I sat up and then put it back down on the bed.

I had to climb over him since I was boxed in between both him and the wall. I swung one leg over before pressing my hands into his chest and pushing down to lift me the rest of the way over. He stirred in his sleep as I smirked at him, it was payback for biting into my neck earlier.

I reached my hand up to rub the spot, it didn't hurt so much anymore but when I touched it a dull pain surged through the area. I grumbled about how annoyed I was and dropped my arm down letting it swing back and forth before wrapping it around my stomach and pushing my hand up under my shirt to rest on the warm skin as I opened the bathroom door and made my way inside.

I flicked on the light and had to blink a few times to get used to it. I turned to face the mirror as I dragged my hands down my face before lifting them up to my hair and attempting to tidy it up. As I was playing a round with the ends of my hair I spotted a darker patch of skin on my neck. Curious, I leaned in closer to the mirror to be sure of what I was seeing, I reach to pull the hoodie down slightly as I touched the dark spot with the weird marks around it, my breath stalled in my throat as I pushed myself to stand up straight again as I looked at myself in the mirror, the alarm clear in my eyes as I was taken aback by what I saw seeing.

“Jungkook!"

A/n: Late night chapter! This chapter feels like everything and nothing at the same time to me. Jungkook is an uncontrollable menace to Y/n and I live for it! I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for reading! 💜

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[demonshauntingthedoves]

Chapter 1

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

WordCount : 4200+

The bus engine roars to life and so does your heart, anticipating to be free from the weight it holds. As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, you sank deeper into your sit. You closed your eyes and drew out a sigh- surrendering and letting the bus drag you away from the sins you ploughed behind. Your weary eyes were fixated on the window, watching the cityscape fade away gradually. Slowly the streets grew smaller and blurrier.

You glimpsed at your reflection in the windowpane- hollow eyes tiredly fluttering. You saw the reminder of your pain decorating the red rims of your swollen eyes and that was enough to make your tears well up again. You clasped your lashes shut, guilty tears running down your pale cheeks.

In times when everything got too much. Too unbearable.

You'd done one and only one thing and that was runaway.

You'd go away.

Far away from home.

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Harsh remarks, biting sarcasm, belittling words, that was all your mother had for you. Maybe that was what came as second nature to all mothers. They often nagged and ranted to their children.You'd even asked your friend Ari, if her mother also shouted at her all the time.

"Yeah, she scolds me but she always hugs me and caresses me after that." You ten year old friend had told you.

But your mother never did the latter part. She'd just leave you all sad and sobbing alone.

No loving words, no soft caress and no motherly warmth. You never got that. Atleast not after your father left home untold. It was after that day, her resentment towards you and your sister grew like a dark creeper. You'd never known the reason until one day you did.

"Your father left me because I couldn't give him a son!! There was no other reason for him to leave!!" She had spat irrationally on your faces.

It had hurt a lot at the sprouting age of twelve when she called you and your sister a liability. Minsu was older by eight years. Despite getting the same harsh treatment as you, you'd always thought she was at least lucky to have spent more years in the presence of father when everything was well. Unlike you who got no parental love and care.

Your mother had nothing to give you except her indifference.

No love.

No warmth.

And at some point, you stopped craving and begging for it as a child.

As the irritable years went by, it became more and more unnerving. And you no longer wanted to live like a quiet and depressed child, so you rebelled. You'd throw back comments and on queue the whole house would fill with shouts and screams. You were a total of three ladies in the house but the volume of noises that were heard outside were ten folds.

Your mother didn't wavered by your teenage rebellion. She just got more chances to cause drama. Reasonless arguing and condescending words.

Even public humiliation, the one time she came to meet your homeroom teacher. Nothing was worse when Miss.Choi had awkwardly asked you if she was your stepmother because indeed she treated you like one.

It became so exhausting that you gave up on fights and found ways to escape.

You stayed extras in school, went for night camps and trips, you just ran away from home.

This kept you away from your mother's temper tantrums for days.

You'd sleep more peacefully under the open starry sky than the roof of your own home.

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You were seventeen, when you had quite fortunately stumbled into this good-looking young man.

That time your nose had almost flared in anger looking at the feets of the stranger who had made you fall down until you looked up to see a handsome face.

That was the very first time you saw Seokjin.

Your face had changed from a dark shade of red to light shade of pink as you awed beautiful man.You were literally ogling at him from your tumbled down position.He was in his creaseless suit and dress pants.You had pretended to not notice the buckle of your knees when you took in his appearance.

How could a person be so handsome?

Your next camping trip was filled with whispers and giggles about the handsome man you had encountered and quite obviously got a little crush on. Your friend Ari had teased you all along the trip.She'd winked and nudged you with mischievous eyes and playful smile whenever you both shared a task and left you flustered.

It was under the canvas tents, that Ari had filled your head with intriguing and exciting scenarios about the man while chattering like a gleeful cat who was happy for her best friend to find a man for herself. Though it was far from the truth.

That day a tender symphony had played faintly in your heart.

That night, you had dreamt about him out of your impending fascination and admiration. 'His broad back; adorned in a white tuxedo; facing you. And then he turned back slowly- you stared at his beutific face, then his styled hair, then his pillowy lips and then his pretty eyes which fluttered up to look at you. You saw the caves filled with gems and diamonds in his sparkling eyes. And then you saw the velvet box in his hand which extended towards you.The box opened to reveal a precious diamond ring glazing so brightly that you shut your eyes from its intensity.'

Only to open your eyes and see Ari's groggy face the next morning.

Just the reminder of the fantasy brought a blushing hue on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach. When you told Ari, she had squealed so loud in the bus and grinned at you.

"Your eyes are literally shining since you saw him, you know that." Ari told you in excitement.

"In all honesty, we should really go find him and then why not give it a try!!" Ari suggested.

And you shushed her because the single thought of meeting him again gave you tingles everywhere.

You had seen many girls with teeny tiny crushes but never thought you'd be one.

But again

You knew you were being stupid to dream about a man who was probably twice your age.

But again

It wouldn't hurt to dream.

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In the drapes of spring blossom, your sister got married.

As the vows and kisses were exchanged beneath the flower beds, your heart too, like the petals, fell to the ground.

The diamond in her ring finger shined just like the coat of tears welling up in your eyes.

Happy tears and sad tears.

You feigned the biggest smile till your cheeks hurt.

You had never thought you'd be so upset from inside at your beloved sister's wedding but you couldn't help it.

It was worth a grimace how familiar her groom looked to the man in your dreams.

Because indeed it was him.

Kim Seokjin

What a laughable coincidence it was!

Everything had happened so abruptly.

On the day you returned from your trip, you saw Seokjin for the second time.

But the foolish grin on your face was wiped away the moment you saw him sitting on your couch with your sister.

Their hands were intertwined like lovers.

And you were more surprised to see your mother's pleased face, who soon after declared they could wed in the coming week. The little celebration was carried on with clinks of wine glasses and plates of special dishes.

And you sat there dumbfounded and baffled by the sudden decision.

Minsu hadn't said a single thing about this.

Your sad face never went unnoticed by her and she explained to you with a calm sigh,

" I know Rae, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you but I was unaware that he liked me just as much I liked him."

"And then he proposed to me all of a sudden and I didn't feel like there was a single reason to say no."

And then she smiled bashfully like a damsel.

"Fate is a wondrous thing, Rae. I'm so grateful to the scriptor above wrote him in my fate."

Damn the scriptor.

You stomach had churned when you asked her,

"Do you love him?"

She looked at your glassy eyes.

"Do you think I'll marry a man I don't love?"

"Ofcourse I love him. Who wouldn't?" You felt your breath sink from her last sentence. You had seen the love and sincerity in her eyes.

Then her gaze shifted with concern to you and she squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"You are happy, right?" She asked you.

Your eyes darted away. You couldn't do this to her. You would not crush over her man. You should not.

You pulled her in a tight hug and hid your face as hopeless tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were feeling this myriad of emotions all of a sudden.

You couldn't place your finger on what you were feeling. There were so many things at once.

"Ofcourse I'm happy for you. J-just don't forget about me. Don't leave me alone with that omen." You heard her chuckle as she patted your hair.

"I will never leave you Rae, I promise."

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And that was how you stood beside her as her maid of honour. You stole a few glances at Seokjin who was so blissfully unaware about the way your heart and stomach felt tingles by looking at him.

You were so shameless to stare at him with intent just to see if he was really there and you weren't dreaming again.

You're not gonna lie but Seokjin looked so exquisite in his attire. So so beautiful that you almost got lost in watching him smile.

Seokjin wanted to have a small and uncrowded ceremony. He booked a hotel which was decorated like paradise. Interior graced with soft looking pink and white roses. And the garden was filled with cherry blossoms.

It was a wedding everyone dreamt of.

Under the trees, you sat with a pout and looked at the couple who were busy posing and capturing the memories of their wedding in the garden. Post wedding shoot.

Seokjin and Minsu,

They looked good together.

Now that you consider thinking, you were actually being childish and stupid to even have thought that you held any chance with him.

It was a stupid crush.

Little doration and little fascination, that was it all.

And it was plain stupid and dumb, to put so much strain and stress to your mind with whatever you were feeling.

Not only you but anyone would wish to have a man like him.

That's it.

One thing you knew was Minsu was dear to you and you'd do anything for.

So what you had to do now was let go of this stupid crush and the intrusive thoughts that came with it.

He was your brother in law now.

Avoid it or not.

And yet again you couldn't control the loud beating of your heart as he walked over to where you sat. Behind him, Minsu was still posing in her wedding gown.

You inhaled his expensive rosewood perfume as he sat down beside you.

Thank God your ears were covered by your hair or else he would have seen how red and hot they had turned.

"So, did you enjoy the wedding, Mirae?" He tried to strike a conversation with you.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze even if you were squealing inside just by hearing your name roll down his tongue.

" I-I did, it was gorgeous with all the flowers." You smiled and stared at the rose in his hand.

"And the food?"

" I didn't get to try the buffet yet because mother warned me to not eat before you both. I need to accompany you both."

Your voice grew smaller at the end thinking you spoke more than you needed to.

You heard his melodious chuckles looking at your frowning face.

"You don't need to worry about it, you can just go and have the food. Minsu had specially selected your favourite dishes."

Your eyes brightened at that and you looked up at him only to see him fondly smiling at you. He looked so princely. Your hands unintentionally squeezed the fabric of your baby pink dress.

You shook your head,

"No, I'll better wait for you both. And I guess Minsu's shoot is about to end."

You both looked at Minsu who was flaunting in her white gown ahead. Dangling a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

In your periphery, you saw him fiddling with a rose in his hand. He might have used it for the photoshoot.

You flinched when a blossom fell on you and he laughed at you. Your cheeks would have been dusted red by now.

"Why don't we go on a walk near the river until she gets back?"

He gestured towards the river at the other end of the garden. You gave a tiny nod and walked side by side.

The ceremony had ended by late noon and now the sun was dipping down the river. You had to crane your neck up just to look at his side face.

" I didn't get to ask this before but are you happy for your sister? "

You were stunned for a moment but put up a smile and replied,

"Yes, why would I not be? You both love each other and that's enough for me to be happy for her"

That's enough for me to let my chance go.

You were already getting tired to answer this same question again and again. Sick of convincing yourself that you were, happy.

You gulped when he observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting the golden sunset behind you and then he nodded.

Peering into his bourbon eyes was making your breath uneven. He was so so handsome, you had never witnessed a man like him. It was so hard for you to conceal the velvet fondness in your eyes.

You tried not to stare.

You tried not to show.

You were about to turn your face away to stare at the river on other side and also to hide your reddened face. But he tucked your elbow lightly,

"Wait"

His face was merely away from yours as he leaned down with furrowed brows. Your heart almost cried happily at his soft touch.

The symphony had come back and played in your heart again. Pellucid.

His leaned closer and his sweet wine-tinged breath hit you. Your legs were shaking under your frock. You were being skittish. If not for the light grasp he had on your hand, you would have staggered back and fell in the open river. Because your legs were out of control.

Like your heart.

Like your breath.

Like the ruby blood rushing to your full cheeks.

What were you feeling?

And what was he doing?

He plucked something from your lash and held the tiny piece of petal that had stuck in your lashes unknowingly.

"Uh, I saw this. It would have gone in your eye so I removed it."

He said simply as if he didnt just wrench your breath away and backed away.

You swiftly turned around to look at the shining ripples of water. Your eyes darted everywhere but at him.

You gasped when you saw something on the ground and crouched to pick it up.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and leaned to look at the little leaf flat against your little palm, as you showed it to him.

A four-leaf clover

"You know it's so rare to find. Only the luckiest ones get the chance."

He was amused by hearing that and asked,

"So does it have more speciality?"

You nodded hurried and told him,

" Yes it does! The first three leaves are for hope, faith and love. And the fourth one which is rare to exist brings luck."

"Hmm..So aren't you the lucky one?"

You wanted to laugh and tell him that you were anything but.

It was ironic

To find a four clover on one your unluckiest days, if you put it out like that.

You grinned at him to hide your grimace and shrugged,

" I hope so I am."

" Ofcourse you are, now you got a brother-in-law at your side."

He said playfully and proudly.

Your insides winced at the mention of that awful term, you were already annoyed with that claim.

"But honestly, I will always love and protect Minsu, and hopefully take care of you too. I never thought I'd have such a little sister in law." He babbled his confession.

You had got so caught up with that 'take care of you too' that you didn't hear what he said next.

"I know how you two have been close and dealt with-with your mother, but I promise that- from now on I'll keep your sister happy."

You were melting at his words, at his need to constantly reassure you. That he found you important enough to assure it to. He was making you feel like the bigger person by saying those sugary words. And no one had ever taken that effort.

He even offered you the small pink rose in his hand to seal his promise.

And you took it with dreamy eyes, which you were sure won't get any sleep tonight.

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The bus screeched to a halt. You stepped down clumsily, clutching your bag. The bus drove off and you spun to walk forward as strides of your heels hit the cobblestoned lane of the small town.

The memories of your childhood swirled around you, winding through the streets like fleeting chuckles. Lollipops. Paper windmills. Little balloons. Your father.

This was his hometown.

The breeze caressed your face as if reassuring you that everything will be alright. You reached the designated home and knocked on the wooden door, only to be greeted by your Grandma's mushy face which bloomed with a welcoming smile.

The haven of herbs and medicines greet you next. Your grandma was a traditional therapist. She was known around for her herbal therapy. Everyone came to her 'Healing Home' for cure.

And maybe you did too. You came here for a cure. To seek her healing water which would wash you off your sins. To seek a balm to treat the wounds of remorse.

And to seek a refugee to coop up your pathetic broken self in.

It came easy for you to conceal what's inside you- your feelings. Conceal. Hide. Obscure them. That was what you had done all your life.

So just like your feelings, you wanted to hide yourself to. Anywhere. Away from prying eyes. Distant the whispers of blame and shame in your head. Detach yourself from his lingering scent.

You wanted to hide away and curl and cry and sought and mend yourself. And nothing was better than your grandmother's mending shelter.

She offered you tea. Caramel evenings were spend with honey teas and baked cinnamon rolls. You talked to her and told her how you wanted to take a break away from the city. You lied to her that office work was stressing and making you sick. You needed time away from all that and find peace.

Away from home.

Away from him.

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A/N : This chapter is pretty much about female mc and how she starts to like Seokjin.The seed is just sown. NGL it was way to angsty. Seokjin is good and kind in this and will be in further chapters until the facade slips.

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caught in waves | ksj

kim seokjin x reader (f)

genre: chef & bmx ksj | strangers to lovers | fluff | smut

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: after graduating culinary school you are fired from your very first job as a sous chef — so you move to a small town for the summer only to meet the very cute nephew of the restaurant and airbnb owner.

warnings: not another smut au; strangers to lovers; thoughts of self doubt; brief mention of death beginning with the line “sleeping forever would mean.” to the end of that paragraph; parental death (jin’s unnamed mother); foul language; public sex (twice - cause wtf is a bed); clitorial stimulation; vaginal fingering; tongue fucking; six nine (m./f. receiving); face riding; penetrative sex; unprotected sex, wrap it up my brothas and sistas; creampie; riding (cowgirl); brief orgasm denial if you squint; did not proof read so sorry for any errors now; that was a mouth full but i think thats it lol

word count: 13.1 thousand words

posted: june 25, 2023 at 9am

notable songs: tangerine - anthony watts and anthony russo | otro atardecer - bad bunny | summer love - crush | seaside - seb 🎧

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The bus was nearly empty. 

Just you and two strangers with two remaining stops on the lined route. From your place at the back of the vehicle life seemed to have stopped and you were sort of trapped in the legato vibrato of the RnB beats playing in your ears. But you were here alone with rows of vacant seats ahead of you — while your eyes aimed at the everlasting fields of green pasture filled with an abundance of trees. The vermilion leaves swayed to the rhythm of the wind as the cool draft swept by gently. 

And while you sat inside the muggy bus you couldn’t help but feel like those leaves who have lost their way from home. The ones who we ripped away from their branches and were on an aimless journey only to end up on the ground. All but forgotten and only to be stepped on and torn to shred in the process. 

That was you. In a stump, torn and forgotten. 

You didn’t always hold that ideal synonymous with your name but the sparse roots in the. . circumstances of life were less than perfect and while you tried to drive down the highway of your early twenties on a steady road there were just numerous obstacles hurdled in your path. Some of which affected your life greatly and derailed you from what you believed to be intended and bestowed upon you. 

Back then, you were twenty-one just fresh off culinary school with zealous ambitions and a hunger for success that gnawed at you eagerly. You had a drive ignited in you like an overbearing fire incapable of being put out. Today, that fire lacked its fuel and there were just clouds of smoke left behind while the ashes of the once burning wood were scattered around. 

Everything in your life has gone to shit. 

In just the matter of months everything has gone to absolute shit. 

You couldn’t hear much, so you weren’t alerted to the mechanical voice triggered by the yellow pull cord. You weren’t quite sure if it was due to the music blanketing your hearing or if your sense had gone completely haywire but you couldn’t hear it. Not at all. Your eyes however could see the rectangular screen displaying the ‘stop now’ bold red letters at the front of the bus and as soon as the doors opened. The doors of the bus door opened and closed and quickly the two other passengers on the bus hopped off leaving you entirely alone. This precise moment; these surroundings, took you right back to the big city and its maze-like roads. It sent you right back to the exact time when you felt like this, entirely desolate and empty in all the worst ways possible. 

You hated it. It was suffocating and you could feel the way your airways began to constrict. You didn’t like that feeling — being alone. Yet, it always crept up on you like a lingering shadow. 

It was always fucking there. 

It wasn’t always that way. Before your sporadic travels to the isolated roads adorned by thousands of skyscrapers — back at home things were different: you had a loving family, and you were wrapped up in the warm embrace of your parents and siblings. A hug so tight sometimes you could still feel their phantom body heat warming up your skin. Their touch was your medicine and with their clutch you were cradled right into a cure for wellness. 

While you craved the warm nature of their love. You couldn’t head back home. Not after descending so harshly from the disappointment of your crushed dreams. You had pierced through earth’s stratosphere and crashed your metaphorical ship right in the middle of nowhere. 

You were astray. Off-course. Adrift. 

You couldn’t head back home. 

It’s only been six months since you left home. 

Just half a year. And everything went to shit. 

Though you knew your parents weren’t usually the type to be painted with looks of disappointment — you knew that right below disappointment sat a worse expression, one you weren’t quite ready to experience just yet: commiseration. The awful and dreadful imbue of pity. 

Their youngest had failed. Miserably. You could already see their torn expressions dashed in the horrid tones of black and white, maybe even a bit of gray. It was bad enough in the flashes of your imagination. 

God, no. You couldn’t head back home. 

Instead you ran as far away from home as you could and headed towards a small town. It was nearly invisible on the map unless under the stern squinting of the eye. But you figured a scenic change would likely bring forth a change of spirits. Perhaps, being enveloped in the vibration of the soft melody coming from the crashing of the oceans waves and the aroma of the tide in this new town could become your new remedy for the soul. 

As you neared the houses toned with aquamarine, salmon pink, and citrus yellow wood sidings the bus began braking softly nearing its final stop. 

“This is the end of the road young lady,” the bus driver announced as you peeled your headphones off, placing them around your neck. 

“Yes. Sorry,” you quickly stood up, clinging your backpack onto your back and hurdling the duffel bag over your right shoulder causing one of the straps to snap. Great. You sighed, “thank you so much.” 

“No need to apologize,” he waved off as soon as you stepped off onto the asphalt, “enjoy your stay.” 

Using the navigation on your phone turned out to be much more complicated than you’d originally thought it would be. There were countless seafood shops and though the repetition of the color on the houses was initially very appealing to the eyes you quickly realized how much harder it made it to differentiate and determine your precise location. 

Okay, currently, you stopped in front of the ice cream shop. To the right there was the souvenir store, the convenience store and the flower shop, along with dozens of other stores scattered all around — all of them sat parallel  to the boardwalk right near the beach shore right across the street. 

Kim’s Aboard. You hummed looking down at the opened up map. The blue dot was highlighted. . Still. So you were at your destination according to this, except, you were not. This was way harder than navigating your way through the big city for the first time all of those months prior. Who would’ve thought small towns would be the cherry right on top of your greatest failures. Just what you needed. What the fuck. 

Sitting on the curb you felt defeated. Feeling as if life had taken control of your life while  you were the punching bag just waiting for another jab. 

“Fuck this,” you shrugged off the duffel bag, sinking your head into your lap, “fuck life. Fuck it all.” 

Minutes passed on but you remained. There. On that lonely sidewalk. Not empty but again lonely. Fuck, you didn’t care okay? You were well past the point of feeling fazed, moving through life but not living, finally succumbing to the presumed complications of your days — officially, having given up mentally and physically through and through. 

You simply did not care. Nope. 

You didn’t. . 

Then, you felt a single droplet land on your skin. From overhead the sky was being consumed by the gloomy darkness, and soon enough you knew the clouds would begin their torrential weeping. Very soon. 

Okay. Maybe you did care after all. 

“I get it,” you hissed up at the heavens, “I am damned. Doomed. Cursed. I get it.”

You probably looked mad. Well, more on the edge of insane. Whatever, it was. It likely did not look good at all. 

“Uh,” he approached you in paced steps but the squeaking of his black finishing boots gave him away. Initially, your eyes were averted to the leaden clouds, but quickly, your eyes met him as he kneeled right beside you. The simplicity of his appearance (composed of dark denim washed overalls and absolutely nothing under — but the radiance of his honeyed complexion) drew you nearer to him. “Are you doing okay, miss?” 

His voice was sweeter than the composition of ballads and while the crashing of the ocean waves against the shore constituted its very own euphonious sonnet, in the shortness of six words listening to him was already so much better — so pleasing. 

“I-uh,” surely you remember how to talk. . Right? “I was just looking for the apartment I’ll be staying at for the next few days but I’m a bit lost.” 

“Here,” he sat beside you and his shoulder brushed yours continuously. It was distracting. Very distracting, “The trick is the town is circular shaped. Sort of like a big round about. There’s one road throughout and if you follow it through, you’ll see everything you need to see.” 

You hummed, signaling you understood his breakdown in small towns for dummies, “So, are all of the stores on this main road?” 

“Most,” he said, adjusting his blue cap now having it face backwards. His toned bicep flexed slightly when he reached up, “but there are some down the road. What store are you trying to find?” 

When you turned towards him you swore there was a glimmer of light shining down on him like a spotlight — except, that was impossible. The day was now gloomy robbing the sun of its usual glimmer. But, you weren’t crazy. You’re living it, clearly experiencing the way his radiant glow nearly blinds you. 

You were clearly gawking at him. Too immersed in the perfection outlined in his features. The richness of his dark chocolate eyes seemed as sweet as a candy bar, his full lips and the apples of his cheeks carried the same elements of the carmine mimicking the vibrancy of roses. 

You cleared your throat forcing yourself to finally rip your stare away from him, “Kim’s Abroad,” you began, “seafood store and restaurant combo but also Airbnb adjacent.” 

He chuckled, again a sound so light and airy it traveled in your inner ear like the whistles of a peaceful tune, “Kim, huh?” 

You opened the Airbnb app, moving the phone over for him to get a better look, “Yeah, Kim is what it says,” you confirmed, 

“Yeah, it does,” he looked at your phone screen, “but you’re in the wrong place.” 

“I’m in the wrong town?” 

His lips were still sculpted into a smile. Was your demise an amusement to him? You were almost offended but dimples were just so mesmerizing as they impaled his bread cheeks and you found some ease in them. Momentarily. But the man sitting beside didn’t go back on his word and suddenly there was no denying the rising panic bubbling deep in your stomach. There was no question that your luck has always been absolute shit but you never imagined it could extend this far. It never occurred to you that something like this could happen. 

You laughed and you weren’t sure if you actually found the situation amusing or if it was only a coping mechanism. Who knows perhaps you misheard what he said — Yeah, you probably. . Definitely, did, “please tell me you’re fucking with me. .” 

“Yeah, I’m fucking with you,” he smirked. The curves of his stretched lips now synonymous with the equivalent of a warm embrace yet the playfulness of a jest, “I’m Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. Kim’s Abroad is my uncle’s shop.” 

“Oh,” you finally exhaled, releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding in the first place, “you got me good.” 

“Did I scare you?” He stood from the sidewalk and dusted off the bits of sand and gravel from his bottom. 

“Did you scare me?” you huffed, “you damn near killed me.” 

“Well, technically, you are in the wrong place,” he stretched his hand out for you to grab and you did. 

“Don’t even start,” you scoffed playfully. 

“But—“ he cut in, “you’re just on the wrong part of town. Come on. Before it actually starts raining.” 

“You have a car?” 

He shrugged, “something like that.” 

Seokjin did not have a car. You’d digested the grim realization when you two of you walked to the nearby parking lot and instead of approaching the valet he walked the opposite way in the direction of the bicycle rack. 

The bike chained to the rack was blue. . a sapphire which mimicked the color of the ocean waves. It also looked pretty new and like a very competent mode of transportation as everything in this town seemed just a walk or quick ride away. 

 “Hope you don’t mind but I’m not much of a car person,” he emphasized the word car highlighting the stance of his words. And you couldn’t help but wonder why it was — that he wasn’t much of a car person — but you didn’t ask, shoving the plethora of questions right back down your esophagus determining you didn’t need to know. You didn’t know him. . Besides, he was practically your landlord. 

“Of course,” you smiled, tightening the straps on your bag to get it to sit higher on your back, “should I put this here?” you slid your duffel bag off and pointed at the red wagon attached to the bike. 

“Let me help,” Seokjin was toned and built as fuck. You had not really noticed when he approached you ten minutes prior, but now? Now, he was kneeling right in front of you using a variation of ropes to secure your bag in the wooden attachment. And while you hadn’t meant to stare you couldn’t resist the urge to drink in every detail of his every move. 

It was truly like observing an artwork in some museum. . except you had to keep reminding yourself that he was real — This was real. His muscles flexed whenever he tugged on the rope to verify its tightness and his fingers worked diligently to produce an effective knot. His long long fingers. 

Your mind couldn’t help but wonder which other activities he indulged in containing those slender digits of his. 

No. 

No. 

Focus on yourself; focus on your own journey. You shook your head in an attempt to push those beguiling thoughts aside. 

“Ready?” he asked, straddling the bike and signaling you to hop on the pegs. You simply nodded hoping on, placing your palms on his broad shoulders for support. The contact felt as if his skin had been ignited with tiny strings of fire — kind of like you hovering your palms over a burner on the stove. 

It was distracting; the way the heat particles traveled past the layers of your skin warming you to the touch. 

It was so fucking distracting the way your touch felt at ease against him. 

“This is a very small town but we have a lot to offer,” Seokjin peddled down the street — already sounding mildly out of breath having to carry both your weights. 

Your eyes settled on your surroundings; the road ahead, “I can see that. We have the beach on our left and a cozy vintage town to our right. Believe me, it is all I truly need at this very moment.” 

“What are you trying to escape from reality?” 

“More like—“ as the bike moved deeper into town and against the late afternoon wind you felt a wave of relief in your sweaty scalp and forehead, “I’m trying to get away from it forever.”

He chuckled, “forever’s a long time.” 

“Forever is categorized differently for each person,” you shrugged, “my forever could end tomorrow whereas yours could run its course for an abundance of years.”

“I suppose you’re right. .” he said, “but tomorrow is also forever away.” 

“Tomorrow is forever away.” you repeated. 

Within the cold avenues of the buzzling city tomorrow would be a blink away — sparing all extra hours, minutes and seconds right into oblivion. Tomorrow would arrive in the blink of an eye and twenty four hours would perish right into nothing. However, this town seemed different. An hour here has felt like a wrinkle in time and you were comfortably tucked under that luxury of time. 

Sparing time to stop and take everything in and time to breathe. You were spared all of the time in the world to breathe. Finally. 

Back in the city your life had been sort of a blur. The foundation of your days were composed of half assed obligations. Such as getting up to the boisterous roars of the city (which you hated), getting dressed in clothes you hated all to keep up appearances (which you hated), attending classes in an attempt to perfect your culinary skills (which you hated) and then finally going to work at that fucking restaurant until the late hours of the evening (which you guessed it — you fucking hated). There was nothing to look back on and long for and certainly nothing that you missed as everything you ever dedicated a spec of your time and energy to never truly made you happy. 

There was always a vast hole in your heart. It was huge and it only ever grew in width and no efforts ever minimized its size. The pain was great and all you could ever do was endure. 

The ride so far had been quiet and you found peace in that. It gave you a bit of time to swim in your own thoughts for a bit — something you haven’t done in quite some time. Perhaps, substituting the rustling tracks of the subway and the constant beeping of car horns for the songs of the sea would do you some good. It already kind of was. 

“You doing okay up there?” he asked, continuing to peddle his way down the black paved road. 

“I’m doing okay,” you reassured him. 

“I figured you’d just been taking everything in,” he said, “you’ve been a bit quiet.”  

“Yeah, I’m definitely admiring and loving the scarcity of skyscrapers. I like the build of the ranch-style homes. It gives the curb appeal sort of like a homey feel,” your eyes remain glued to your surroundings. While Seokjin was a sight on his own this town — you were beginning to fall in love with. 

“I agree. It’s the primary reason why I’ve yet to leave,” he parked his bike on the bike rack right in front of the two-story building. The sign read, ‘Kim’s Abroad’ in big red letters engraved in a baby blue outline against the white exterior. “We have arrived.” 

“Seafood restaurant and market,” you mumbled reading the tiny black font displayed right below the vibrant sign. 

“All things seafood restaurant and market,” he repeated, getting a hold of your luggage from his wagon, “we are connoisseurs. Don’t you forget that.” 

You giggled, “Kim Seokjin the seafood connoisseur. Noted.” 

Kim’s Abroad sat on the other side of town. Just a couple of steps away from the blue waves of the ocean crashing against the golden shores. Approximately, a ten minute bike ride away from the main pier. This side of town seemed like a hidden gem, like a slice of privacy for the locals. Though the sidewalks remained occupied with on-goers, it wasn’t as congested or loud as where you began your journey earlier that afternoon. 

Up above the weather seemed to settle down as the nimbostratus clouds were being swept away by lighter; fluffier; whiter clouds highlighting the cerulean hue of the late summer afternoon. The sun also seeped through and already your skin prickled with the rising heat. 

“Let me help with that,” you reached out to grab your backpack. 

“Help?” his eyes wide with shock, “you’re our first guest to offer assistance with their own luggage. I like you.” 

“I’ll wear the stamp of approval proudly.” 

Walking into the restaurant was like entering the multiverse of culinary delicacy. The aroma of the various seafood dishes had your stomach grumbling as hunger began its loud roar. The set-up didn’t allow much space for dining in which explained the small tables and chairs lined up outside. Seokjin walked right up to the counter with a sign right above the register which read, order here. To the right of that there was a display with numerous varieties of fish, shrimp, clams, oysters, lobsters with small chalkboards identifying the prices per pound. 

The interior design of the small shop was fairly simple yet very charming. There were wall decor items hung on the white walls in the shape of different sea creatures and fishing nets drapped from the ceiling. 

Seokjin signaled you over to join him by the register, which you did. 

“Our summer neighbor has finally joined us. She’ll be staying for the summer.” he turned towards you. Quickly, you nodded confirming. 

“Hi, I’m Seokjin’s uncle, Gong. Nice to meet you,” he stretched his hand out over the counter which you quickly shook. Gong wore a tender eye smile and pearly white teeth that glimmered under the sneaky rays of the sun invading the shop. You introduced yourself hoping to reciprocate the same amiability. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you added, “I’m really looking forward to spending the summer.” 

“We’re glad to have you give our little town a chance,” he said softly, “Seokjin, why don’t you show her where she’ll be staying. Then, you can come down and grab some food for the two of you.” 

The residential area was deeper into the property. Just a couple of feet behind, Kim’s Abroad. You’d notice there was a continuation of the color white — it was neutral. But also made the small living space seem a bit bland. Colorless walls encaged a small kitchen which led right into the living room. There were two medium sized oval windows facing the ocean. A view you knew you’d spend a lot of time admiring and never getting tired of. 

Seokjin signaled over to the wooden door separating the bedroom from the living space. The bedroom was huge compared to your dorm back in University, and it was accompanied by an on suite bathroom. 

Thank God. 

If there was something you hated while in school it was the fucking communal bathrooms. The working around schedules to avoid the crowded showers, having to do your. . . Well having to take a shit (practically in public) was less than ideal and having to share bathrooms amongst ten other girls was not the most hygienic living situation you’ve had to live through.  

After dropping your bags near the bedroom door you plopped down on the full sized bed. You closed your eyes as tiredness weighed heavy on your eyelids. 

With the fluffiness of the mattress carrying your body, you sensed the way every bone, every muscle and every inch of you became cumbersome against your better judgment.  Though you tried and tried to sit up you couldn’t. It was so fucking impossible. . As if there was a ton sitting on your abdomen preventing you from doing anything. 

You were exhausted. Numb to your surroundings and your thoughts. You had honestly forgotten Seokjin was still in the room with you — that was until you felt the mattress dip right beside you. His body heat radiated off of him in waves and the warm sensation comforted you closer to a deep slumber. 

“Are you still up to eating or are you too tired?” Seokjin mumbled. His voice, so soft and poise almost as if he was afraid to blow your tympanum. 

Your eyes still remained closed. Behind them there was an invasive darkness — much darker than the night sky but there was also peace and all you wanted to do was to succumb to that very feeling. 

It kept you high and you felt light as a feather. You had never engaged in drug usage but you imagined this is what it felt like to be intoxicated. 

“I’m hungry but I’m also so tired,” you yawned almost instinctively, “I just want to sleep forever and ever.” 

“Sleeping forever would mean. . Well, you know. .” You know what he implied and though, that’s not initially what you meant you wouldn’t mind that either. Sleeping forever was peaceful and would spare you the burden of figuring out whatever the fuck your life has turned into. Imagine falling into a deep slumber and roaming over into the afterlife peacefully; serenely. Or maybe not. There were a million thoughts etched onto your brain and while you tried to make sense of it all, you couldn’t. You didn’t mind it but there was also a tug at your heart just urging to allow yourself to see things through. 

“I just meant. .” you paused, “I just meant I’m really really tired.”

“I know. .” he stood from where he sat on the bed and your eyes met him by the door. “Are you still down to get food though?” 

“Have you heard my stomach?” His smile was contagious as you'd quickly learned as a smile was painted on your lips as soon as his lips carved into a bright beam almost as illuminating as the golden star prancing in the late afternoon sky, “I think hunger trumps sleep at this moment.” 

That was a fib. But you didn’t really feel like being left alone with your thoughts at the moment — they were loud, overwhelming and deprecating.  To be honest you’d been lonely for way too long and you hated basking in the solitude of your own company. It’s not what you wanted or what you needed. 

Perhaps, tomorrow will be kinder. 

The sun was less brutal now. 

Likely, because the sun was en route to kiss the ocean as it continued to move closer and closer towards the horizon. The blazing star still had quite a journey ahead but it no longer sat in the middle of the sky shining down with its stinging rays. 

Late afternoons were always your favorite part of the day. Back in the city the congestion of buildings on every street wouldn’t allow for this kind of life; for a scenery like this — and again you began to feel at ease in your heart. You love it. The loud cackling of the neighborhood kids, the sound of skateboards, skates and bikes against the pavement, the smells of backyard barbecues and the briny waters just ahead, which was technically your front yard for the summertime. 

Back in the metropolis you’d learn to suffer through each passing day. Falling into the safety nets of routines and hoping for a better tomorrow.  

There was never fulfillment or satisfaction, just emptiness. A profound and very overbearing emptiness that swallowed you from the inside right into a dark pit of nothingness. 

“I hope you’re not vegan or anything,” Seokjin took a seat right beside you on the ledge of the building, your legs dangling from the edge, “otherwise we’d have to head back into town for some more dining options.” 

“I’m not vegan,” you confirmed. 

“Good, cause uncle Gong made us some crab cakes. He swears they’re his specialty but it’s my recipe,” he beamed. 

“Bullshit. .” I raised my eyebrow at his claim. 

“I’m serious!” he took a bite of the fritter, “well actually it was my mom’s but she taught me how to make it.” 

Was. Past tense. Did he realize he’d refer to his mother’s existence in such a way? He must’ve. Then, that would mean she’s no longer here. . No longer in Seokjin’s life. Did she abandon him or did she pass away? There were a million questions roaming around in your head but again you didn’t dare ask. 

Though, it was hard to imagine him caged in the torment of sorrow. Sure, everyone experiences it sooner or later but it just didn’t seem like him. You’d met him just a couple hours prior and you could already tell Seokjin was a bright soul. With a tender gaze that wrapped you up like a warm blanket and a smile that could ease any burden or pain even in the absence of words.

Already, you’d felt closer to him than anyone you had crossed paths back in the despondent sidewalks of the city. 

Seokjin is a friend. He is your friend. 

“Well, her recipe is amazing,” you utter in between bites, “so thank you for passing it on to your uncle to make.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled. 

A brief silence fell between the two as you finished your meal but you didn’t mind the lack of words. It was just the two of you, the lullaby of the waves, and the orange and pink hues set the sky ablaze as the sun continued its journey sinking deeper into the horizon.

Life here seemed to come right out of a painting — sort of like those you would see hung on the wall of an art exhibit and be completely divulged into, finding shelter behind the intricate lines and vibrant colors. 

“Where are those kids headed?” you asked, nodding towards the kids speeding down the street in skates and skateboards. 

“There’s a skatepark down the street,” he said, “I ride my bike there all the time whenever I wanna run away from kitchen duty.” 

“Kitchen duty?” you tittered. 

“You think I’m bullshitin’ again don’t you?” 

“You said it, not me.” 

He shook his head, laughing quietly at your playful banter, “do I not seem like a chef who also happens to be into bmx?” 

“I’d have to see you partake in both of those activities to believe it,” you shrugged. 

“I’m on prep duty early morning so I’ll get back to you on the cooking thing but we can begin with the skate park tomorrow,” Seokjin offered. 

“Tomorrow it is.” 

Seokjin swung back and forth, he seemed to have something on his mind but his lips remained sealed until finally he spoke, “What about you? Do you have any hobbies?” 

“Yeah,” you picked at the blue chipped nail polish on your nails, “I went to culinary school actually. I was a sous chef back in the city but I was fired.” 

“Oh, shit,” Seokjin’s eyes were the size of pool balls, “Led me right into the lion’s den. Didn’t you? Now, I can’t cook for you. You’d put me on the chopping block.” 

“I promise I won’t,” you clasped your hands together, “Contrary to what you might believe, cooking is not my passion.” 

“Parents?” he didn’t need to elaborate, you understood perfectly. 

“Kind of. .” You moved your head from side to side, “They didn’t really influence my decision but my dad’s a chef and I thought I needed to be just like him.” 

“And you learned you didn’t?” 

“Exactly,” you nodded. 

“So what’s your true passion?” 

“Art. I’ve always wanted to illustrate books,” you turned away sensing you’d peel too much back. Perhaps, you have. Perhaps, not but no one had ever asked you that before. No one has ever shown even the slightest interest in learning what fills your heart with joy and consumes your days with a sense of accomplishment, “it was my minor in college.” 

“You should go for it.” 

“You don’t even know if I’m good..” 

“I don’t need to,” he tilted his head in your direction, he was glowing — truly the textbook definition of beauty, “I can see the way your eyes twinkle at the mere mention of it. You should do what makes you happy.” 

“What makes you happy?” 

“This place.” His words weren’t elaborate yet somehow you kind of understood exactly what he meant. 

“What makes you stay?” 

“That’s what keeps me here,” he nodded signaling out to something in front of him but you couldn’t really decipher what he was pinpointing. 

Finally, your thoughts settled, “the people?” 

“The tide,” his chestnut eyes remained on the scenery laid out in front of the two of you. Then he continued, “it’s always serene; peaceful. And even in the havoc of storms the ocean manages to sing a tune that fills me with comfort. It calms me down.” 

“The tide.” You mumbled in solidarity with his words. Because it was true. The ocean was a music box kept open and the more you sat and listened the more at ease you felt. 

As if you were meant to be here, like you belonged here, right where you were. 

Remnants of the night before flashed in your mind and you remember Seokjin’s sweet words as he communicated that the roof was your official hideout as it was closed off to the public and uncle Gong despised climbing anymore stairs than he had to — a place where only the two of you could escape to and just get to know each other for hours and hours. You really liked the sound of that. 

You yawned, rubbing sleep off of your lids and walking into the bathroom to carry out your morning routine. Soon, you moved over to the kitchen preparing yourself a quick breakfast composed of eggs and toasts. After your rooftop adventure Seokjin had accompanied you back into the main part of town to grab a few groceries at the mini super market. Thank God for that. 

Time was now nearing the late afternoon and after throwing on a pair or shorts and a crop top you were flying out the front door, down the stairs and towards Kim’s Abroad. Seokjin said he had the early shift today. It was too early in the day for customers but he was helping with prep before the restaurant opened in about 15 minutes for the lunch rush. 

“You ready?” he asked, exiting the shop through the back door and hanging his apron on a hook you couldn’t particularly see. It was astounding how fine Seokjin looked even in the simplest outfits. Like today, he wore denim shorts which cut off mid-thigh, a white tank, black converse and the same backwards blue baseball cap which he tucked his floppy bangs under to keep them away from his face. 

“Ready.” you confirmed following him to the bike rack as he began unlocking his bicycle from the metal bar. 

Again, for the third time since you two met you hopped on the pegs placing your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself from falling off the back of his bike. You looked down at his soft golden skin stretching over his massive shoulders. You hadn’t noticed the day before but Seokjin was well-built. The dark veins stretched up the dorsal side of his hand and forearm as he gripped the handlebars steering the bike down the street. His bicep flexed whenever he pressed on the hand brakes. 

It was distracting. But whenever you tried to take in your surroundings and drink in the beauty of this town you found your gaze focused on him. 

He was the swirls of black and white psychedelic lines inducing you into a state of hypnosis — demanding your attention be set on him and refusing you spare even a second thinking of anything else. 

That gravitational pull you felt drawing you closer to him despite how close in proximity he was terrifying. You barely knew him and already you felt as if you’d known him forever. 

“We’re here,” he said, pulling up to the green metal bench inside of the skate park. Hoping off, you finally peeled your eyes away from Seokjin and looked ahead to the crowded park adorned with ramps, stairs, rails, dips and countless other obstacles.

“What if. .” you began, ogling the kids successfully landing their tricks, amazed by their effortless talent, “what if they get hurt?” 

“They stand up and just try again.” Surely, it couldn’t be that simple. It must hurt. It had to hurt. Your past of disdained misfortune resulted in you landing on the floor, head first, one too many times which hurt like hell. Those were slips and stumbles nothing hard enough to cause any real damage — you really couldn’t imagine busting your ass here on this fucking concrete. 

“Standing back up must hurt so fucking bad though.” 

“It does,” he pointed out the scars adorning his upper and lower extremities — some healed, some not. 

“So you spend a lot of time with these kids huh?” you asked, simply wanting him to open up a bit more; to learn all of the details unique to him. Those details which made Seokjin who he was.

“Sometimes. When I’m not in the shop,” he shrugged, taking a seat right beside you on the bench. His thighs rubbing up against yours, “don’t go judging me for hanging around here on my down time. I’m not the only twenty year old in this skate park.” 

“I wasn’t judging.”

“Your eyes tell.” 

“Are you saying I’m easy to read?” you asked, his eyes shed their usual tone of dark brown under the sun rays now glowing closer to caramel. 

“Right now you are,” you didn’t know if you were daydreaming but his vision continued to circle your features, first back and forth between your eyes and then lower down to your lips. 

“Are you going to show me what you got or are you just going to sit here all afternoon,” your voice barely above a whisper. You were afraid your stupid mind would lead you to do something stupid. 

“Actually. .” he pulled a pair of white and purple skates from the backpack he previously carried on his back, “we’re here for you.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?” 

“I know we only met approximately twenty-four hours ago but I have a confession to make,” you cleared your throat and he moved closer towards you, (As if that could even be possible. . He was practically sitting on top of you), wanting to preserve your privacy, “I’m a klutz. I’m clumsy. I am a walking liability.” 

“Now, you’re just making things up.” 

You shook your head, “I’m not making it up.” 

“If that is the case then it’s okay,” he pushed the skates closer in your direction, “I’m here to help.” 

“I just hope you have a first aid kit near.” 

Seokjin reached into his bag showing me a red pouch with a white cross on it. A wide smile plastered on his face. “I’m always ready.” 

“Of course, you are,” you grabbed the skates from his hands, “ but I’m expecting you to catch me if I fall.” 

“I will, don’t worry. I’ll always be here to catch you.” 

In the middle of your chest, where the seat of your soul beat rhythmically on its day to day course, today in that moment, after those two words were uttered from his dulcet lips there was a stutter in your palpitations and for a brief moment you felt a ping at your chest. It hurt so much — but it also reminded you that you were alive. 

Beads of sweat strolled down your temples as you tried to maneuver the roller blades strapped to your feet. Your balmy palms remained clasped against Seokjin's holding on for dear life. Your eyes were glued to the floor but you continued leaning into his guidance, determining that you would get it and you would not stop until you did. 

Seokjin was extremely patient. Even with your frequent squealing and the death grasp you maintain, he remained calm. Slowly guiding you over the small ramps and the mini cylindrical cone shaped obstacle with the flat tops. 

“You got this,” his words of encouragement dozed you with overconfidence and soon you began feeling invisible. As if you could conquer this and anything else thrown your way no matter how big or difficult. 

With his guidance and instructions you continued being led around the skatepark with your knees slightly bent, your upper body leaning towards him for balance and the slowed gliding of the eight wheels against the pavement. 

“You’re doing great,” he wore a gleeful grin.

You didn’t know if his praise was tainting your lack of better judgment but the words escaped your lips before you even realized what you said,  “can I try it by myself?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I forgot your helmet, knee and elbow pads,” he guided you towards the green bench once again, “let’s keep your first lesson simple. Just until we come back with the proper equipment. Yeah?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I think that was the adrenaline talking.” 

“I hope that means you’ve enjoyed yourself.” 

“Of course, as long as I’m invited I’ll definitely be tagging along more often,” you smiled. 

“You’re always invited.” 

Unlike the betrayal of your tremulous legs and arms while skating Seokjin maneuvered his bike with confidence. He dropped into the bowl without hesitation, then jumped. . levitating in mid air. You were stunned, it was as if he could fly — soaring in the sky like an eagle. He did it again, and again, and again and you cheered him on loudly hoping to reciprocate a fraction of the support he’d expressed as he helped you skate. 

“How did you even manage to do that. . without even breaking a sweat?” you were still stunned as the two of you walked down to the shore after leaving his bike back home after leaving the skatepark. Home. Well, temporary home. 

He shrugged, still a cocky smirk planted on his lips, “I used to practice a lot.” 

“You’ve got to teach me to do all of that.” 

“First, I gotta teach you to not fall off your skates.” 

“Right,” you smiled. 

The two of you walked right beside each other leaving no room for space in between — your hands kept brushing against one another and that friction alone radiated prickles of heat to crawl on your skin. 

“You’ll get it soon,” he leaned towards you, bumping his shoulder into yours, “you’re an amazing student. . So far.” 

“So far?” you gasped, taking fake offense at his meager ‘compliment’. 

“So far,” he nodded, “. . because you also did try to go off riding on your own after one lesson.” 

“I didn’t go off running,” you rolled your eyes, “I asked if I could. Drama queen.” 

“Because I was holding on.” 

You shook your head, “again, drama queen.” 

You and Seokjin walked on the sidewalk parallel to the shore line for quite some time now but he kept babbling about this secret spot he swore was worth it. Without a line of questions or an inch of hesitation you followed along knowing that each adventure promised contained a photo album of memories in your mind to go along with it. Still, you didn’t mind the distance and you didn’t care what the destination looked like as long as the plans involved having Seokjin presence right there with you.  

“This way,” he said, cutting down a small pathway leading towards the beach, “I don’t think your flip flops will cut it though,” 

“We’re not too far from the house. I could go back for some sneakers.” 

“There’s no need for that. We’re practically almost there. Come on,” he crouched down in front of you. Was he really insinuating you’d do what you thought he was? “Hop on.” 

Whoever said Mt. Everest was the highest peak on planet Earth was fucking lying.  Though, you have never found yourself on the mountains’ slope, already, you knew being carried on Seokjin’s back was far more exhilarating than any other journey you could embark up the Himalayas. From his back, the world seemed anew. It was brighter, clearer and scorching too. You weren’t really sure if that was because his height boosted you a bit closer to the sun or if it was because his palm rested on your bare thighs, holding you in place as he ascended down the large rocks. 

Perhaps, this is the kind of freedom he felt while riding his bike at the skatepark, quickly you began to understand why he chose that high. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Except you weren’t. His touch was ardent against your skin and while it felt like you played too close to fire, it was also addicting. All you knew is you wanted to feel that blaze on every inch of your body consuming you into lively flames. 

“We’re almost there.” 

“Hey Seokjin, can I ask you a question?” 

“Whatever you wanna know. I’ll answer,” you wrapped your hands around his neck, resting your elbows on his shoulders. His warm breath fanned your arms causing goosebumps to etch on your skin. For a brief second he rested his head against your forearm before continuing, “but first please call me you gotta start calling me Jin.” 

“Jin,” you mumbled, “it suits you.” 

He chuckled, “you had a question?” 

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “back at the skatepark you said you used practiced a lot. . on your bike.” 

“I did.” 

“You’re still referring to it in past tense.” 

“I am.” 

“Why?” you really didn’t want to push too far but you also had a desire to ask and know. 

“BMX, the competitions,” he began, “it’s something I did in the past.” 

You furrowed your brows, “But you still do it. What I mean is you still go to the skatepark.” 

He sighed, where was something weighing on his heart. You could feel it, “Yeah, now it’s just a pastime. Something I hold onto. Just to have some sort of life line between the old me and the present version myself.” 

You and Jin were polar opposites. While he chose to dwell in the past, in the blink of an eye you ditched yours back in the city. Without hesitation you abandoned your sluggish life as a caterpillar lurking through the shadows of skyscrapers — awfully slow and urging a better brighter tomorrow. Metamorphosis indicates that after the cocooning stage the insect should blossom into a beautiful butterfly. You weren’t at that last stage yet but you hoped one day you would be. 

“What was the old you like?” 

He shrugged with sour thoughts tugging the corner of his mouth downward, “I was young. . way too young obviously and naive but I also urged for calmer waters.” 

“Did riding help out?” you asked. 

“It did. It helped quite a lot for a long time,” he mumbled, “. .until it didn’t anymore and now I guess I’m trying to make peace with it.” 

“Is there a particular reason why it ever stopped helping?” You felt his muscles tensed as his slender fingers sunk a bit deeper into your skin. It didn’t hurt but you’d hit something you were trying to avoid, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” his feet finally came in contact with the golden grains of sand but he didn’t make any effort to put you down. No, he only held on tighter, “it just drags along a string of. .” he paused, “memories.” 

“Bad. . memories?” 

“Bad memories,” he confirmed. 

The ocean sang its soulful tune just a couple of feet away as the waves continued their rhythmic crashing on the shore. It was soothing. . peaceful and it eased your nerves against his warm palms. 

“During that time. .”  he began, sighing heavy as the soles of his feet continued sinking into the sand as you trotted further down the beach, “I was wandering around aimlessly—in my head for too long. I lost someone close. Someone who I loved more than I even tolerate myself.” 

“Jin, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” there was a slight tremble in his voice, as if he was trying to get a massive knot down his esophagus, “it happened years ago.” 

“Still, time measures no grief. It must’ve been hard then and it probably still is,” unconsciously, you found yourself laying your head against the back of his neck, “but it is okay to feel, and cry and allow ourselves time to process and make our own peace. We’re only human after all.” 

“I’m still trying to make peace with it everyday but I choose to remember our positive days,” his eyes focused on the footprints he left behind on the sand, “her love, her embrace and tenderness, her charisma. . it was very easy to love her.” 

Her? Her. 

The only woman he’s ever referred to in the past tense was his mother shortly after the two of you met. You wanted to ask and express proper condolences. Not to be nosey but to be there for him and provide a shoulder for him to lean on. Make sure he’s actually okay, although he seems to be dealing with things well you still don’t want to trigger any melancholy memories. 

“The good memories will keep her alive and grounded in your heart,” your hand hovered over the center of his chest. “I’m glad you’re on the road to making peace.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“You should continue riding though,” you murmured, “Despite what happened I’ve seen you soar on your bike. It makes you happy and you should do what makes you happy.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he giggled, “I see what you’re doing.” 

You gasped, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Of course not,” he laughed. 

“I mean it though.”

“I know,” his hands roamed higher down the avenue of your thighs a bit closer to your bum but not quite. The feeling was sensational—vertiginous and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t read through all of the scenarios blooming in your head. . The ones where his touch doesn’t  just stop mid way up your thighs. No, instead he continues inching higher and higher until. . “Thank you,” 

His words pulled you out of your daydream yet you still felt the despotic heat coursing through your body. Too potent to ignore. 

Seokjin’s secret spot is breathtaking. A monument right out of a National Geographic magazine cover. The two of you lay in the small cave with an oculus skylight at the top allowing the sun to peek through when it sat high on the cerulean sky along with two archways opened right up to the roaring sea. 

The grains of the golden sand felt therapeutic and warm under your indolent frame. There was a brisk breeze cooling you down, not too cold but just cool enough to dry your previously balmy skin. 

It was a slice of heaven. . right here, right now. 

And Jin, he laid right beside you his body heat radiating in eminent waves. Finally his dark strands on full display no longer hidden under the cap the way it’s been since you met him days prior. His shirt was off displaying his sculpted physique which captivated your attention entirely. 

Seokjin’s secret spot is breathtaking but so was he. And fuck was it blinding the way he was shining brighter than the amber star overhead. He was ravishing; stunning through and through. 

“Was the trip worth it?” he asked, his dark eyes burning a hole at your side. 

“I barely made as much as a trip, you carried me the entire way here,” you scoffed, “is your back really doing okay?” 

He rolled his eyes, “for the hundredth time my back is doing just fine.” 

“So, let me ask you, was the trip worth it with me on your back the entire time?” your expression was deadpanned.

“Wrong question. .” he smirked. “Did my hands and back find comfort in carrying you the entire way? Yes.” 

His hands on you. Your mind flashed in spurs to that very moment where his warm touch birthed goosebumps on your skin. Quickly, that feeling became looped in your mind and even now, when his hands were no longer on you, you felt it—God, you felt it. 

“And the truth comes to light,” you tutted, kissing your teeth and shaking your head in disapproval, “is that all you wanted? To feel me up, Jin?” 

The apples of his cheeks were dusted in a deep roseate shade, “I mean. . it’s not all I wanted.” 

“Are you blushing, Seokjin?” you mumbled, “I thought this was a confessional. I mean you enjoyed having your hands on me the entire way here, right?” 

“Right,” The crimson shade traveled to the tips of his ears. He’s bashful; how cute. 

“Jinnie?” 

He hummed. 

“I also enjoyed it,” you said, “it’s too bad though.”  

“What is?” His eyes were doe-like, holding a luminous glimmer which projected the intricate ocean waves on them as they continued rocking right before you. 

“Your hands never really made it where I needed them.” 

He gulped, “and where was that?” 

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” your fingertips toyed with the button of your shorts. Typically, you weren’t this forward and simply let your misfortune map the adverse roads of your life but today you didn’t care to fight against yourself. You wanted him. You needed him, “of course, we can pick up where you left off and actually progress higher this time.” 

“Yeah,��� he nodded. 

“Are you okay with that?” 

“I’m so okay with that.” 

“Is that the only way in?” you pointed in the direction the two of you came in. 

“Boats can pull up through the archways as well,” Jin’s bottom lip was tucked under his lips and his gaze devouring you entirely. 

Of course, you began the show by slipping your hands under the fabric of your denim shorts. Your middle finger began drawing vertical lines against your clothed slit—dragging it slowly. Up and down, again and again, until the friction became useless to your zealous desire. 

“Then, we better be quick,” you breathed out. 

“I better be quick,” he emphasized moving closer to you. 

The shadows of his face were so close to yours you could draw out every little feature and decipher the hints of eucalyptus and mint from his morning shampoo. Your hands landed on his cheek, leading him closer to you; pressing your bodies to one another. 

Seokjin’s lips were warm and soft like velvet moving in a uniformed dance against yours. It was slow yet passionate as if he was trying to savor every inch of your lips—as if he wanted to be consumed by the taste of your tongue. 

The pads of his fingers left behind a trail of goosebumps as they moved lower and lower, until they came in contact with your shorts. In a swift moment he unbuttoned them and began drawing small figures onto your skin right where the hem of your panties sat. 

Between his lips and his touch you felt inebriated, as if you were mindlessly roaming around somewhere between the clouds and the sky. 

He pulled away but his forehead rested on yours. His lips still hovered over yours as his paced pants fanned his cool breath on them. 

“Can I. .?” 

“Please, Seokjin. Please touch me,” the pleads dripped from your lips semi-automatically and you had to admit there wasn’t a hint of shame to hold you back. 

There was nothing on earth more exhilarating, more enlivening than the feeling of Jin’s hands sinking under the fabric of your silk underwear. Not riding a roller coaster, not climbing the highest mountain on earth, not even winning the fucking lottery. His touch was intoxicating. . just like his kisses and there was nothing you’d rather feel. Except, probably a bit, more. 

“Faster, please,” you whined, swaying your hips against his touch as he drew circles on your aching clit. If obeying and compliance was a stern trait then it is one Jin conveyed with no push backs or arguments. 

“Tell me something doll,” his fingers traveled lower lining up against your entrance. He pressed against your cunt but never pushed past—the squelching of your wetness echoed in your ears. It was all you could hear, “did you ever think we’d be in this predicament this early on?” 

You gasped, urgently shaking your head as his fingers became wrapped in your walls moving in and out of you slowly, “I-I didn’t. But I did hope for it.” 

He sneered, “you hoped for it, huh?” 

“Dreamt of it on my first night here actually.” 

“I dreamt of it too, you know,” he whispered softly, his lips traced the shell of your ear, “the way you’d feel, your sweet sounds, the way you’d be clenching around me the exact same way you are right now.” 

His name was a mantra laced on your tongue and you uttered it once and once again as if it was muscle memory. The only thing, the only name coherent enough in your head—the only one you knew, which was probably true. You couldn’t even recall your own. 

But he had no mercy on you, his digits had no mercy on you—they just moved in and out of your slickness quicker and quicker as time progressed and you were so close, you practically stood at the edge as your orgasm approached in a massive wave. 

“Please,” you moaned, “please let me-“ 

He shook his head, “Just a bit longer, doll.” 

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut tight, the back of your eyelids tainted with desperation. And Jin was no longer stationed beside you, instead he kneeled in front of your bent legs spreading them farther and farther away from each other. 

The ocean still sat just a couple feet ahead, still singing that soulful song which eased your nerves the longer you laid on that very sand waiting—urging for Jin’s touch on you. 

It was all you could think of. . the way his touch burned trails of passion on your skin leaving behind a desire so potent that you just couldn’t extinguish without his help.  

He was the only one who could put it out. 

Seokjin removed both your shorts and panties leaving them pooled at your ankles. His austere gaze remained on your cunt and he seemed to be drinking in every detail of your blossomed rose. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, almost inaudibly.  

“Jin,” your eyes, your voice both dripped with desperation. 

He nodded understanding your unspoken command almost instantly inching closer and closer between your thighs until his face sat just a couple inches away. His tongue was frigid against your slit it weaved a bolt of electricity intertwined along the ridges of your spine. A gasp escaped your lips as he perfected the combination of sucking and licking your sensitive bud before dragging his flattened tongue along your folds. 

A delectable repetition. One, more saccharine than any dessert you’d had the burden of making back during your days in the kitchen. 

This was better. It was so much fucking better. 

Seokjin’s slurp noises against you, your sweet incoherent sounds and the cries of the ocean were one in the same. All of them were the end product of an orchestrated ballad. 

“Jinnie,” your nails massaged his scalp before gripping his face, pushing him closer to you. God, you needed him closer. So much fucking closer. 

“Yes, doll?” His words almost muffled an evident refusal to stop what he was doing. 

“Can I h-help you out?” 

“With?” he continued. 

“Even from up here I can see how tight your shorts have become,” you hissed, “I want you in my mouth while you eat me out.” 

Seokjin pulled away. Your juices coated his chin and mouth, “That’s fine baby, but I want you sitting on my face.” 

Jin took your spot sprawled out on the sand. You climbed on top of him, placing your knees on either side of his face claiming your seat on his features. His hands snaked around your thighs, pulling you down, positioning your soaked cunt to be aligned with his mouth. Meanwhile, you leaned forwards helping him pull down and finally kick off his briefs. 

Seokjin was big. Bigger than you’d imagined. 

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you took his tip past your lips, finally getting a taste of his pre-cum. At the same time you felt him take a swipe on your fold before his eloquent tongue dug inside you diligently licking your walls, ridding them off your juices. 

The iteration of a sinful melody. Building up tension in the pit of your stomach while your back arched and your toes curled. 

Though, you tried to focus on the way his cock moved in and out of your mouth—his deathly grasp on your thighs and his tongue. . It was all too distracting. 

“Fuck, Jin,” you keen too dazed in pleasure to fully grasp the way you tugged on his hair keeping his head in place as you began to grind on his face, finally succumbing to the urgency of reaching your approaching peak. 

He hummed under you, leading your unoccupied hand down to his cock and guiding it up and down his shaft. This went on for some time. Felt like forever and then finally he came in warm spurts coating your hand. And that very image drove you to your climax as he licked you dry. 

Carefully, you climbed off his face and laid right beside him, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. 

Your name sounded like peaches in his strained voice, “you. . that was amazing.”  

“You’re amazing,” you giggled, “but once again you did all the work.” 

“I don’t mind doing all the work,” he leaned over leaving peppered kisses on your cheek. 

“You say that to all the girls who occupy the Airbnb?” 

“Nope,” he emphasized the p, “just you.” 

“I find that hard to believe. Just look at you.” 

“You think my charms and good looks are hard to resist?” he beamed. 

“That and the third leg in between your thighs.” 

He laughed. “Well, believe it. You’re the only girl I’ve done. . anything with for years.” 

Your heart beat rhythmically in your chest at the utterance of his confession. His words didn’t mean much at all but you couldn’t help the fluffers in your head and the way your stomach felt so giddy you thought you’d vomit. 

It felt foreign but you welcomed it nevertheless. You liked that feeling. 

“You wanna go swimming?” you asked. 

“Skinny dipping?” he quirked a brow. 

“You’re not worried about someone coming?” 

“If someone’s come in for the past like fifteen minutes they saw me neck deep in your pussy,” he stood up taking off his shirt and leaving his shorts behind before running towards the aquamarine waves, “I don’t really think it matters anymore.”

“If?” you asked following behind him. 

The day before yesterday was a dream. 

A dream, no a wet dream. Composed of your fervent fantasies. And you? You lived in that cave and you probably would for the rest of your time here. Dwelling on his warm touch on your skin—goosebumps rose on every inch of your body causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand straight. 

Your fingers followed the trails he’d mapped on your body, paved so intricately, they were so easy to follow and all roads led to the same exact place. 

You were so wet, but you probably had been ever since that day. Was that normal? You didn’t care, you just wanted him to touch you again. 

There was a knock on the door waking you right out of your daydreams. Grabbing your robe you wrapped it around your figure before heading towards the door. 

“Hey,” you opened the door standing aside allowing him to come in. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA since yesterday,” he kissed your cheek—you guys weren’t nearly official but it kind of felt like you were. . or you hoped so anyway, “Uncle Gong has been on edge lately. There’s another seafood restaurant opening up on the pier. It's got him going crazy.” 

“Crazy prep hours?” 

He sighed before slouching down on the couch, “crazy prep hours,” he confirmed. 

“You must be so tired,” you cooed, “do you want anything to eat? I can make you something.” 

“I’m okay, besides food is not exactly what I’m craving.” 

“Hm,” you straddled his lap. “Then, what is?”

“I should’ve kissed you after I ate you out yesterday,” his hands slid under your robe kneading your upper thighs, “you would’ve gotten a chance to see how addicting you taste.” 

His phone began buzzing, it was Uncle Gong. Jin sighed before pressing the accept button and in a matter of seconds you heard the older man’s voice in a frantic banter. 

You were one hundred percent sure it wasn’t Uncle Gong’s intention to cockblock but you just wanted Seokjin to stay and fuck you into the mattress. 

You were still dripping just thinking about it. However, by the look on his face you were certain he had other news—ones which hindered your fantasies of early morning sex. 

“I gotta go.” 

“Do you have to?” you whined. 

“I don’t want to,” he leaned over, leaving a kiss on your lips. It was brief and your body screamed for more but you didn’t vocalize it. Instead you sat in silence as he continued to carry out a mental battle attempting to find a victo. He had to go, you knew that much. You also knew he wanted to stay. You wanted him to as well but he couldn’t. 

He stood from the couch but before he could make his way towards the front door Jin turned back around, kneeling right before you. His hand reached up cupping your face as he leaned closer until his silken lips landed back on yours. However, this wasn’t just another peck. 

This kiss. 

It swept you under the currents of the bestial sea and you sank deeper towards the ocean floor but you weren’t scared. In the void, under the darkness of the tide Jin was a beacon of light—guiding you towards an eternity where his lips kept moving on yours the way they were right now. 

This fucking kiss. 

Is your beginning but also your end. 

It took your last breath but also made you feel alive. 

You didn’t want it to end. . but it did, “meet me at the restaurant tomorrow tonight. Uncle Gong is letting me prepare something for you. Took a lot of convincing but I had him come around.” 

“I’ll be there.” 

“Seven o’clock.” 

“Just twenty four hours.” 

He smiled before closing the door behind him. 

Back in the city dating was rather difficult. 

Not only were you a workaholic, you also avoided any kind of social events and situations outside of the restaurant. 

Here, things were a bit different. You came here for a chance at self reflection, to work on yourself and find the real you but instead your path became intertwined with Seokjin and while you didn’t mind you also couldn’t help but reprimand your heart whenever it skipped a beat at the sight of him. 

Sort of like it was doing right now, Jin was in the kitchen of Kim’s Abroad and you sat at the small table set-up for a candlelit dinner for two. 

The gears in the rules of the universe shifted Noone ever went through this kind of trouble—to plan something this nice after they’d already had their fun with you. Especially if things would have taken their  course as easily as they did with him. 

Well, except, maybe Seokjin. 

Cute. 

“Tonight’s special,” he set both of your plates on the table revealing a cut of grilled salmon garnished with lemon wedges, and accompanied by coconut rice and roasted potatoes, “I hope you like it. . but please do lie if you hate it. I’m sensitive.” 

You laughed, mounting your spoon with the perfect bite of all the foods he’d prepared combined before taking it in your mouth, your taste buds danced in delight, “Seokjin, this is heavenly. It is truly amazing.” 

“Is that the honest truth or are you just looking to spare my feelings?” 

“I would never lie,” you swallowed before continuing, “This is all absolutely delicious.” 

“Better than Uncle Gong’s crab cakes?” 

“I thought that was your recipe?” 

“It is,” he shrugged, “but he thinks he makes them better than me.” 

“I don’t know, I think he wins this war,” you joked, “those crab cakes were killer.” 

“Traiter,” he scoffed.

Dinner was exquisite but small talk was left to a minimum when you both realized Uncle Gong’s restaurant curfew was quickly approaching. After cleaning up and closing up you and Seokjin headed towards the roof, unwilling to give up the night and let it cease. 

The street lights lit up the street corners and while there were people roaming around here and there—it was nothing compared to the congested afternoons. 

But you liked this. 

The feeling of you and Seokjin being the only people left behind in the world, the songs of the waves still playing in the background and the stars gleaming overhead. 

“Has this always been your secret spot?” you asked, laying beside him on the navy blue duvet. 

“Yes,” his eyes glowed under the light of the moon, again they looked lighter than you’d remembered, “I practically lived up here like three summers ago.” 

“An escape?” you asked, not really needing to emphasize. 

He nodded, “after mom passed the house choked me with her lingering presence, her scent, her love. I wanted her back. To spend just one more day with her and make sure she knew how much I loved her and how much I would miss her but that’s just not how life worked and she was no longer there.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you snuggled closer into him, laying your head on your chest—his heartbeat thumped against your ear, “I can’t even imagine how hard that time must have been.” 

“It was,” he laid his head on yours, “It was harder than hard if that even makes sense. I shut a lot of things out and no longer found comfort in the things I loved. .” he paused. 

“Like riding?” 

“Yeah,” he sighed, there was a slight tremble in his voice, “it’s just mom wasn’t there to cheer me on anymore. Looking out at the stands was depressing because her usual seat was empty. Sadness overshadowed everything on the track, she was all I could think of.” 

You didn’t say anything, just allowed him to carry on without interruptions. He continued, “Uncle Gong tagged along whenever he didn’t have to manage the restaurant but it just wasn’t the same, you know?” 

You hummed letting him know you still listened attentively. 

“Wounds heal over time though and while this one tears a bit every time I think of her, I know she’s up there watching over me,” he said. 

“She is, she’s always been watching over you and she always will be.”

“I know,” he simpered, leaving a soft peck on your forehead. “What about you? Are you missing your life back in the city yet?” 

“Not a chance.” 

“What is this vendetta you hold against the city?” 

“The city is such a hypocrite. I never understood how so many souls could live in the same place and yet one person could still manage to feel so lonely,” you exhaled rather loudly, “life. . things were supposed to be different, you know?” 

“Different isn’t always bad.” 

“I suppose not.” 

“It’s not,” a slight smile sat on his lips. A brief silence fell between you two and then he asked the question you’d avoided giving any thought to since setting foot in town, “do your parents know you’re here?” 

“Not. . really?” 

“That sounded like a question.” 

“It kind of is.” 

A slight smile was displayed on his lips, “Are you here hiding from them?” 

“Kind of. .” you cackled, “it’s not really hiding if they don’t know I’m here to begin with right?” 

“So they don’t know you left the city?” 

“They know—I’m not in the city and taking a small break but they don’t know exactly where,” you say mushing all the words into one long word, not really wanting to decipher what you were saying, “they also don’t know I was fired. I think that’ll break their heart too much.” 

“Are you planning to tell them anytime soon?” 

“I was going to tell them. . once I make it back to the city and find a new job.” 

“Oh..okay.” 

His embrace grew tighter, he held you closer and you could feel his warmth wracking your nerves. It was like he didn’t want to let go.. not now. Not ever. And you didn’t want him to either, “but I’m not sure if that truly is the reality of what I want,” you sighed, “I was miserable in the city, the life I lived there was rigid. Besides, cooking is not what I intend to do for the rest of my life. I just. . I don’t know what to do.” 

“All of the roads leading to our destiny are paved the way they are for a reason,” Jin offered, “they mold us and guide us to the exact spot where we are supposed to be.”  

“You’re right.” 

“Also call your parents. You deserve to pursue what you want but they should also know,” he said. “Plus, I bet they’re worried sick.” 

“Again. . you’re right.” a low sough escaped your lips mimicking the swift draft blowing by in the late night. 

”I know I am,” he said smugly, “what would you even do without me?”

“You’re a cocky motherfucker you know.” 

“If by cocky motherfucker you mean multi-talented handsome Jin. Then, yes I do agree with that.” 

“Not what I meant,” you mumbled. 

“You know, you weren’t talking all this shit when we were in that cave a couple days ago.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s because my mouth was kind of a little busy.” 

“Right,” Jin drew in a deep breath, his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress, “you know I think we left something unfinished back in your apartment a couple of days ago.” 

“Yeah, it’s too bad that you had to go,” you turned around now lying on your side facing away from him, “because I wanted—I needed you to stay so bad.” 

“Needed, huh?” he asked, pressing closer against your back side. Lingers of sandalwood and citrus invaded your nostrils. An aromatic scent so rich and so addicting all you craved was to bury your nose to the base of his neck and grow faded off his fragrance. 

You closed your eyes, ensnared in the trance of his soft pants as he began grinding his crotch against your ass at an agonizing pace. 

His clothed dick marked you before you even had the chance to feel him inside you.

 It was torture. 

“Jin,” you moaned. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” he replied in a derisive tone while clicking his tongue. His hands reached lower and lower until they landed on your inner thighs, “am I close to where you want me?” 

You nodded frantically, “Higher.” 

His fingers delineated the goosebumps forming on your skin as he dawdled his journey to your soaked cunt. 

“Higher, Seokjin. Please,” your voice tainted with desire and desperation. 

“Tell me, is this where you want me?” His digits traced your folds spreading your wetness en route. Your dress now hiked up to your waist as Jin began rubbing small circles on your clit. Then, slowly he repeated, “Is this where you wanted me?” 

“Hm.” 

“You were anticipating this weren’t you?” Jin whispered, causing downpours of chills to trickle down your back, “is that why you wore no underwear?” 

His fingers continued working in-between your folds, “Uh, fuck yes!” You screamed out. 

There were approximately billions of stars in the Milky Way galaxy, a lot of which you were looking up to at that very moment. And yet as you laid there under the incantation of Seokjin’s finger you witnessed the birth of many stars flickering into life. 

Your chest heaved as you settled down from yet another astounding high. 

“Doll,” Seokjin swiped his fingers coated with your juices onto your lips, as if he was applying lip gloss on you. You opened your mouth taking his digits in licking them clean. “Holy fuck, you will be the death of me.” 

“Jin?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I need you.” 

He laid flat on his back patting his lap, “come on, baby girl.” 

You straddled him, your wet pulsating cunt rubbing against his clothed erection. There was a painful hunger rooting in between your legs—craving nothing but to have him buried deep in you. 

“Take it out,” he instructed. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free. 

Slowly, you began sinking down on his cock. Your mouth agape at the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up while your hands landed on his chest for balance. Once accustomed to his size you began to move up and down on his length as he disappeared deeper and deeper inside of you. 

Seokjin was full of pleasant surprises; his fingers, his mouth, his tongue so it was really no surprise his dick was equally as blessed. 

“Seokjin,” you whimpered. 

“Oh doll,” his hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin likely to leave marks behind—guiding you to move at a quicker pace.  “Fuck!” 

“God, you feel so good.” 

The composition of your bodies moving against each other molded into the perfect whole. You were two, but while he fucked into you the way he was you felt as if he belonged inside your walls and you never ever wanted to feel empty again.  

“Doll, I’m so close,” his rough and raspy voice was a bass tune in your ears, “so fucking close.” 

“I want you to cum in me. Please, Jin,” you continued riding him, your skin slapping on his continuing your journey on his cock sliding up and down over and over until your walls began to clench around him. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you reached your peak and you collapsed on top of him, out of breath and too tired to do anything that required moving in any way. 

“Now tell me, is there any chance you’d stay even after the summer’s over.” 

“I’ve been thinking about it,” his skin was scolding even over the layer of his t-shirt, his chest and forehead glistening by a thin layer of sweat, “a lot actually.” 

“And what was the conclusion?” 

“I like it here,” you kissed his cheek, “I think I’ll be staying. . For now. Take some time to myself and explore things.” 

“I like it when you’re here.” 

“That reminds me,” you reached for your purse, “ I have a surprise for you.” 

You pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to him. His eyes scanned the sketch, “Is this us?” 

“It’s us. . in the cave,” you giggled, “I tried to capture every moment.” 

“I especially like the one with my head between your legs,” a rosey shade painted his cheeks. 

“Had to portray my favorite moment from that day.” 

“We can always recreate it. To liven the memory, you know.” 

“Right now?” 

“Right now,” he disappeared lower in between your thighs, his head hiding under the fabric of your dress. 

Kind days were definitely in forecast especially if you had Seokjin right there by your side. 

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an: holy fuck this was a blast to write. as always if the smut is intolerable pls look away (although, that may be hard cause there are multiple smut scenes so. . uh, yeah).

for the seokjinnies who miss seokjin very dearly .

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