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minyfic · a day ago
hell is empty Ꭵ - JJK, KTH
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↣ life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.
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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, angst, smut
word count — 10K
warnings/tags — love triangle au, single parent!reader, pharmacy tech!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, one very cute kid, y/n is going through her own shit, body image insecurities, mentions of stalking, a hottae, hand kink, explicit smut — dirty talk, biting/scratching, oral (f), fingering, clit biting, spanking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, nipple play, praise kink, cum eating, brief handjob, overstimulation, spitting, protected sex, cowgirl
a/n — ahh here’s part 01 !! this is a truncated version. please drop a comment or an ask if you liked this <3
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“When was the last time you got laid?”
The straw pokes into your lip as you keep your eyes on the menu in front of you, refusing to meet her gaze, an attempt at avoiding her question. But you know your best friend better than that. Your silence serves as an answer.
“You’re fucking kidding,” she gasps, and from your periphery, you see her lean back in her chair exasperatedly before she sets her arms on the table to whisper, “you mean five years ago? Before Junho was born?!”
You bristle at her tone, “yeah. Don’t forget the nine months during my pregnancy.”
Finally, you raise your head to look up at her, pity written across her smile. You know she wouldn’t judge you, but the slight part to her lips tells you otherwise.
“I thought you knew this?!”
“We stopped discussing hook-ups a long time ago!”
You scoff, “yeah, when you decided to get married.”
“Hey,” she whisper-shouts, aware of the other customers around you, “all this time I thought you had something going on with that guy next door.”
Mid-sip, the boba almost goes down the wrong pipe when you splutter, scrambling for a tissue to clean up the mess seeping into your blouse. You glare at her as she continues to laugh while handing you another tissue.
“You can’t be serious? He’s not my type at all!”
She narrows her eyes at you, “hmm, I’d think he is. Plus, did you see the way he looks at you? Giving you all the sexy eyes. And smiley loves him!”
“Firstly, I don’t think Seojoon is capable of making sexy eyes and he refuses to make eye contact with me.”
She throws her hands up, attracting the attention of a couple sitting close by, “what that’ll tell you?”
You prop an arm up on the table, shaking your head dismissively, “what’s your point?”
“My point is,” she begins, holding a finger up threateningly, “you need to go out. Take some time off for yourself. If not a couple days, then a night out. Because I know you won’t leave Junho for too long.”
You sigh deeply, nodding to yourself, “maybe. Are you free tonight?”
She laughs, “I am not going anywhere. Who’s gonna take care of Junho while you’re out?”
Nerves begin to creep up at the idea of you going out alone after who knows how long. You know she wouldn’t budge yet you still whine and plead with her.
“Please, I can’t go out on my own!”
“Of course you can!”
It isn’t that much of an issue, but the fact that you haven’t even stepped foot in a club for five years now irks you just a bit. You’ve forgotten what it’s like, the unfamiliarity scares you. You follow her through the sliding doors, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before she spins around to wink at you menacingly.
“But you don’t have to leave by yourself,” she grins, tugging you to the parking lot while you’re regretting ever complaining to her about your qualms.
“Where would I even go? I don’t want to stand in line or any of that shit.”
She pauses near your car, wrapping her arms around your shoulders encouragingly, “you don’t have to go to there. I’ll text you the address of this chill hotel bar Yoongi and I discovered a few months ago.”
“Okay,” you nod, waving her off, “I’ll pack a bag for smiley.”
She shoots you a thumbs up before stepping into her car while you’re doing the same. As you’re idling your way through traffic, you can’t help but think about what life would be like without your friends’ help. You’re grateful that you’re surrounded by generous people like them, who have such big hearts. Yoongi and his wife always offer to take care of Junho whenever you ask. Or if they want to take him out on a Sunday afternoon. They’re good people you can trust. Even Seojoon, your neighbor, he works from home as…you’re yet to find out…and keeps Junho for those four hours until you get home from work.
Your son’s laughter filters through the door, and it never fails to have your heart fluttering. Your smiley boy.
Knocking twice, the laughter quietens down and Seojoon answers the door, his glossy curls falling over his eyes.
“Hey,” he smiles, scratching the back of his neck.
You peek around his shoulder to see Junho fitting his arms into his backpack straps.
“Hey. Thank you for keeping him.”
He shakes his head, “not a problem. Bye buddy!”
You watch your son bounce off the floors as he makes his way to the door, extending his tiny fist to meet Seojoon’s in a fist bump.
Scooping him up into your arms, you dust his cheeks with kisses while unlocking your front door. Coming home after a long, stressful day to the warmth of your son’s smile is one of the few things that keep you going.
“How was your day?”
He shrugs his bag off his shoulders, “good.”
“Good? Just good?” You tease, hanging up your coat.
“Yeah. I’m tired. We did G today.”
Noticing him struggling with the strap of his sneakers, you bend down to help him. Pulling off his socks too.
“G? G for…”
His round eyes lift to the ceiling, “goat!”
You pull his toes lightly, “very good! What else? G for?”
His lips form a pout, chubby cheeks jiggling when he shakes his head, “we only did that one at school.”
“Aw that’s okay. Do you have homework?”
He nods, chin hitting his chest with the movement. You’re still getting over the fact that kids as young as him get homework these days.
“Okay, after supper we’ll get to it, okay? Let me get the bath ready for you.”
On your way down the hall, he grabs your hand and you already know what he’s about to ask you. Because he asks the same question every single day until you reach Saturday and he’s happy with your response.
“Can I have ice-cream today?”
You pull off his shirt, “what day is it today?”
You giggle when he starts to slot his fingers together guiltily, gaze on the tiled floors of the bathroom.
“Come on, I know you know. Yesterday was Thursday.”
His scrunches his eyes shut, “Saturday…”
You tickle his sides, “no it’s not! You naughty. You just want me to give you ice-cream today!”
The crowded space of your bathroom echoes with his breathless giggles, squirming in your hold as you attack his sides.
“Friday! Friday!”
Rising to your full height, you reach up to turn off the faucet, “you know ice-cream is a special treat. Special treats are for weekends only.”
“And birthdays!”
“Yes,” you smile, checking the temperature of the water filled in the tub, “and birthdays. So no ice-cream today.”
“Okay mamma.”
Freshly showered, bellies full, you watch Junho in silence as he finishes up his homework. It’s times like these where the quiet is a little too loud. Where the emptiness returns after being distracted all day from your anxieties of the future and regrets of the past. It’s just you and your son, that’s how it’s always been. But recently, you can’t help but feel like there’s a huge chunk of your life that’s missing. And anyone can tell what that might be.
You know Junho has enough male presence in his life, with Yoongi, Seojoon and his swimming instructor who happens to be his “superhero,” but you can’t help but wonder. What would happen if you made a move and brought someone new into your son’s life? How would he react to it? Is he too accustomed to it being just you and him?
His eyelashes dust across his cheeks, face puffed up in concentration with his tongue poking out of his mouth every now and again as he tries to color in the line. And then, again, times like these, he reminds you of his father. A living reminder of the love that once was.
“All done!”
Snapped back to reality, you clap twice then place the sheet of paper into his flip file, “good boy!”
You watch him hop off the chair to fit his file into his bag clumsily, socked feet sliding across the floor. He looks so cute in his new pajamas.
“Smiley you’re gonna spend the night at hyung’s on Sunday, okay?”
He blinks, “why?”
“Mamma has…to go somewhere.”
His doe eyes are fixed on your face, “can I come?”
You smile, lifting him onto your lap, “it’s at night when it’s sleepy time.”
Ready for his endless questions, you carry him to his room, sitting with him at the edge of his bed while he processes your words with his short arms snug around your neck.
“Where will mamma sleep?”
You flatten his hair against his head, seeing his eyes grow heavy with the action, “here. I’ll fetch you in the morning before school because it’ll be late.”
He mumbles out an okay as you tuck him into the covers. This might be the first time whe—
Swallowing thickly, you reach into his nightstand and pull out his treasured polaroid. A lump forms in your throat every night. No matter how many times you hear him say the words.
“Goodnight dad,” he whispers sleepily, ensuring not to crease the edges of the glossy card, “I love you.”
He hands it back to you and you sneak a glance knowing what would happen later when you’re left with your thoughts.
Jungkook’s arm is around your shoulder, his bunny smile on full display while you’re smiling just as bright. The oblivious you. The unharmed and carefree you. You remember how excited you were for that trip. Your first holiday as a couple, celebrating three years together. Little did you know that it’d be your last.
Tears brimming your eyes, your fingers itch to rip it apart. Burn it to pieces. However, that would hurt your son. Even if he didn’t know that you did it. You could lie and say that it got lost. But you’d be the one making your son cry. Something you hate seeing. It would hurt him because it’s the only memory he has of his father. You don’t know why he doesn’t phone often. As much as he claims that he loves his son. As much as he fakes whenever he decides to check in and speak to Junho.
“Goodnight smiley,” you utter through your clogged nose, pecking his cheek lightly. He’s already fast asleep, clutching the blanket close to his body. You wish sleep came that easily for you.
As you’re making your way to the window, tugging on the curtains, you notice a black SUV parked across the road. Perhaps one of the tenants have a visitor. But no one parks across the road since trucks go in and out of the driveway nearby for late night deliveries. Strange.
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Extra face towels, extra pajamas, swimming trunks, toothbrush.
Mentally ticking off what Junho will need for his stay at Yoongi’s, you ensure to pack two pairs of socks and another blanket because he gets cold easily.
“I packed your swimming trunks in case you take a dip in the pool,” you shout over the noise coming from the lounge.
After receiving no answer, you place both your hands on your hips and make your way to the lounge, huffing as you go.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
It takes him a while to find the pause button on the remote, but he makes sure to give you his full attention once you’re standing behind the couch.
“Yes,” he replies, obviously impatient for you to finish what you’re saying so he can get back to the car show he was watching.
“I said I packed your swimming trucks just in case and some snacks in your bag.”
He kneels on the couch, lips stretching into a huge smile, “what snacks?!”
“All your favorites,” you wiggle your brows, booping his nose lightly.
He leans up to kiss your cheek, “I miss you.”
You laugh, “I’m still here.”
The sound of your phone ringing cuts into the air and you rush to the kitchen to answer, pausing when you see ‘UNKNOWN NUMBER’ flashing on the screen. In these past five years, you know better than to decline the call. With a rapid heartbeat, you click the green icon and hold the phone up to your ear.
The clear, sharp voice has a shiver running down the length of your spine when he says your name, and you can almost envision the way his lips curl around each syllable. Yet you still ask the question.
“Who’s this?”
“C’mon, you know who it is. Can I speak to my son, please?”
With a deep breath, you return to the lounge and pat Junho’s shoulder. He takes the phone eagerly, the brightest smile splitting his face.
You lean on the backrest of the couch, straining your ears to hear what Jungkook is saying. But all you hear is the muffled sound of his now high-pitched voice.
Junho glances at you, your eyebrows lift in question.
“Yes, she’s sitting here by me. I was watching the Bugatti just now,” he talks animatedly, the alacrity in his voice reserved for his father.
With furrowed brows, you grab Junho’s hand when he jumps off the couch and makes his way around you to the hallway.
“Where are you going?”
“Umm dad said I should go in my room.”
His attention returns to his father then back to you, “he said it’s a secret.”
Releasing your hold on his hand, you sit on the armrest of the couch and wait patiently. You know Junho will tell you what his dad said when he’s done. But you’re annoyed that Jungkook, years later, still has those shitty ways in him. Does he not know that kids at Junho’s age shouldn’t keep secrets? Even if it’s between parents.
Ten minutes later, Junho hands you your phone back wearing a furtive smile.
“So what did dad say?”
He fiddles with the remote, eyes downcast, “he said I shouldn’t tell you.”
You scoff, “why not? You tell me everything.”
“He said it’s a secret,” he blurts, and when he switches on the TV once again, you know not to pester him further. He’ll come around eventually.
But it’s already the next day and he hasn’t budged. Not one word. As if he forgot all about it. Although, you know that he didn’t. Because he keeps asking you to tell him the stories of when you and Jungkook were young. You satisfy his every whim, no matter how painful it is to revisit the memories you wished to forget of your first love.
And hearing his voice yesterday set you back a few paces. You really need this night off. A couple drinks and relaxation time.
“Noona!” Junho bounces out of the car and into your best friend’s arms.
“I’ve been waiting for you for hours smiley. What took you so long?”
You hand her Junho’s overnight bag while he glances between the two of you.
“Mamma was tired.”
She narrows her eyes at you, and you mirror her action. Signalling that there’s something important you need to tell her.
”Umm smiley, why don’t you take this inside,” he takes the bag from and nods, “hyung’s been waiting for you too.”
Once Junho is out of sight, she gestures for you to sit at the bench near the entrance. You plop down tiredly.
“You look nice,” she compliments, reaching for the silver bracelet you unearthed earlier today.
“Do I really? Didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.”
She clicks her tongue, “what’s going on?”
It’s like you need to prepare yourself to say his name. Which you do with a deep breath.
“Jungkook…called yesterday.”
Her russet brown eyes go wide, “and? What did he say?”
You fit your nail into the wood of the table, “he wanted to speak to his son.”
“How long has it been?”
“A couple of months, and it pisses me off that no matter how long it’s been Junho is still the same,” you grit, running your fingers through your hair, “he doesn’t know how much he misses him. He phones whenever he feels like. When he remembers.”
She mumbles your name, reaching for your hand across the table, “he’s still a kid. And that’s his father. Of course he’s going to be excited to talk to him. No matter how long it’s been.”
“I know that,” you sniffle, lifting your head to look at her, “I just wish he would show more effort. The kid loves him.”
She cocks an eyebrow, “you were the one who told him that you don’t want to see him near you or your child. Are you just mad that he didn’t ask about you?”
You roll your eyes, “I’m past that.”
“Are you?”
Knee bobbing incessantly, you pull your hand out of her hold. Anger heightening because she’s right. Although you wouldn’t say that out loud.
“Alright,” she yells, banging her fists on the table twice, rattling the vase set to the side, “time for you to go. Unwind. Have fun.”
You stand up from the bench and unlock your car, not before she grabs you by the shoulders to warn you one last time.
“No more moping around and feeling sorry for yourself.”
You nod, “okay.”
“You have the address?”
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The bar is a lot…fancier than you anticipated and perhaps you’re underdressed. It didn’t take you long to find your way to Stigma Inn, and you’re slightly intimidated by the fact that you haven’t been here before. Mostly because it’s a luxury hotel and you don’t think you can afford a few hours stay here. But you’ve heard about it once. The entire setup is resplendent, dripping in gold accents with heavy chandeliers lighting up the space to set the tone.
Men outnumber the women and you’re grateful for the vacant spot in a hidden corner. A waiter tails you to the seat and you order something light first. You know if your best friend was here she would be admonishing you for choosing to sit in an isolated nook instead of the front. Where sleazy men could spot you easily. The simple white dress you’re wearing has you feeling a little out of place. You feel as if it doesn’t suit the atmosphere and you’re contemplating whether or not you should leave when a man wearing a grey suit stands across your table.
“Hello,” he slurs, towering over you by placing a hand on the round table. The smell of alcohol thick on his breath, “can I buy you a drink?”
Clearly, a place like this can’t govern the type of customers that’d be filling the space. You scoot up on the velvet seat, readjusting the hem of your dress.
“No, thank you,” you affirm, holding up your drink, “I have one already.”
He examines you for a few minutes while you clear your throat and avert your gaze to your phone screen, pretending he’s not there. From the corner of your eye, you see him smooth a hand over his greying hair and turn on his heel. Your reasoning would be that he’s not your type and he looks to be in his late forties.
For the next thirty-five minutes, you can’t relish in freedom of having some time for yourself when every five minutes a guy approaches your table asking the same question. Were you not clear enough when you tucked yourself away into the cosy corner behind the moderately-sized waterfall? You want to be left alone with your drink and miserable thoughts.
But no. Here comes another guy.
“Would you like a refill?”
You laugh to yourself, at least he worded it differently.
“No,” you respond with a sneer, not lifting your head when you steam out the next bit, “I’m fine thank you.”
You hear him clear his throat, and he’s still hovering about the table.
“You know—” you know you’re just going to be letting out your anger on a stranger, however the words die on your tongue when you take in the sight of the…specimen standing in front of you.
Head cocked to the side with his hands in his pockets, bowtie, glittering cufflinks.
“I know…?”
Maybe if you weren’t grieving over a long-decomposed relationship, you would’ve noticed his deep, baritone voice. Matching his sculpted features perfectly. He pokes his tongue into his cheek, a lock of brown hair falling over his forehead.
You feel the back of your neck prickle with sweat when he continues to stare you down. He is gorgeous. So handsome. You don’t think your wildest dreams could’ve conjured up the image of him. And when he unbuttons his blazer to take the seat opposite you, your gaze is drawn to his slender fingers.
“Haven’t seen you here before,” he begins, then chuckles lightly, the action has more sweat gathering on your upper lip, which you dab not-so-elegantly with a tissue. “My bad if you have been here before and I didn’t notice you.”
He doesn’t break eye contact for a second, which you find unnerving and insanely attractive.
“N-no,” you stammer, taking a breath to pull yourself together, “this is my first time here.”
Your touch-starved thighs clench together when he throws an arm over the backrest and runs his index finger along his bottom lip.
“Knew it. I definitely would’ve noticed you.”
Is it hot in here? Or have you suddenly developed hyperhidrosis?
You jolt when he thrusts his hand in your direction over the short space of the table. He finds your reaction amusing, lips curling over his teeth in a box-like shape.
“Kim Taehyung.”
You gulp, afraid that your hormones might act on its own accord and yank him across the table for you to stick your tongue down his throat. He nods politely when you state your name, his arm returning to its place on the couch.
“How do you like this place? Since it’s your first time here?” He enquires, gaze on the chandeliers and not on your face. Still not enough for you to get your shit together with his cologne wafting over you.
“It’s…nice.” Nice? You can do better. “It’s beautiful. I came here for some…time to myself.”
His mouth forms an ‘o,’ and you panic when he rises from the seat, “I’m sorry for disturbing—”
You wave your hands dismissively, “no! No, you can…stay.”
He nods, tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he sinks into the seat, a very dormant area of yours tingles when he spreads his legs. Hips jutting up to get more comfortable.
You’re fighting with yourself to fill the silence that thickens in the air, but he continues to stare at you with those enigmatic eyes. And you do the same, only because you can’t break the electricity in your gaze. You refuse to. After years, butterflies swarm your stomach when he smirks at you. Which terrifies and excites you at the same time.
“What brought you here for some alone time?”
“A friend recommended this place, I haven’t really stayed at the hotel before though,” you chuckle, “this is a 5-star hotel.”
He hums, “you’ll get the best service here.”
“Have you…are you…do you have a room here?”
The laugh he lets out rumbles through you to sit in your abdomen, the light show of teeth has you feeling lightheaded. And you’ve summed up your sweating problem to his presence.
He leans forward and slots his pretty fingers together, “would you like a tour?”
You laugh, idiotically, “I can’t afford a night here.”
He clicks his tongue, “come on, it’ll be fun.”
You’re obliged to follow him when he keeps turning around to check if you’re following him into the foyer.
One thing you notice is the power he seems to radiate with his walk alone, how the receptionist, or anyone who passes by halts in their step to bow in his direction. His height is another thing that has your palms sweating and you’re struggling to keep up with him in your stilettos and floor-length dress.
You’re clutching onto your purse tightly as you wait for the elevator. Hyperaware of his scrutinizing gaze on you. When your eyes lock with his, you find him looking you up and down multiple times. And he doesn’t seem bothered even the slightest when you catch him do it again.
So you let your gaze sweep across his figure, his shoes you could probably see your reflection in, Rolex, perfectly tailored tuxedo, gelled back hair with the single strand of hair taunting you.
“The tour hasn’t started yet.”
“I like what I’m seeing already,” you blurt out. And a second later you realize that you were a little too loud, cheeks warming when he takes a step closer just as the elevator dings.
“After you,” he winks, a light hand on the small of your back.
The interior of the elevator is something you’re trying to focus on, and not his piercing gaze on the side of your face. It’s supposed to be cool in the metal confines but you’re still hot. So flushed. And once the doors slide to a close, you’re unprepared for his predatory walk in your direction, backing you against the mirror.
He doesn’t say anything, but his flaming gaze says enough. You imagine yours must look the same. You stand there for a while, chests heaving, his minty breath kissing your cheek lightly as he looms over you. The throb between your legs becomes almost unbearable, you’re waiting for him to make a move, but he doesn’t. Sending you in a frenzy when that one strand of hair touches your forehead as he bends down then backs away.
You’re panting, cursing to yourself when the elevator comes to a capsizing stop and the doors open.
“This is the highest floor,” he announces, tugging on the collar of his dress shirt.
“Which room is yours?”
You’re too busy admiring the intricate details on the doors to notice that he had stopped walking, you bump into his chest with a gasp.
He taps a card on the security lock and levels you with a heated stare, “all of them.”
The door flies open with him crashing his lips onto yours, hands working on unzipping your dress while you’re tugging at his bowtie.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he husks, pressing you into a wall as he kicks the door closed.
You whine when he holds your hands above your head, nosing through your hair to stop at your ear. The room is dark and cool, only the outline of his face is visible when you crack your eyes open to look up at him wantonly, silently asking him to touch you some more.
He licks at the shell of your ear, and you whimper, you haven’t been handled like this in ages. You could almost cry when he presses his full weight onto you, pinning you in place.
“So sensitive,” he whispers, breaths ragged as he tugs on your earlobe and dips his tongue into your ear, hands running up and down your sides greedily.
You moan at the action, dress hanging off your body loosely. But only when he tries to pull down the straps do you realize that your body doesn’t look like it used to. He notices you pulling away, his forehead resting against yours.
“Should I stop?”
Shaking your head meekly, you grip at his shoulders, “I just…I want you but—”
“Shush shush,” he hushes, placing a finger on your lips, “don’t worry about anything.”
He backs you further into the room and you follow him blindly, holding onto his biceps that flex under your grip.
“No buts,” he susurrates against your lips, lowering you onto the mattress that feels like a cloud in this moment, “do you want me to make you feel good?”
He peels your dress down the length of your body and you’re glad that the dull moonlight doesn’t illuminate the stretchmarks across your belly. A fire ignites in the pit of your stomach as he stands at the edge of the bed fully clothed, while you’re almost bare under his lust-filled gaze.
“Then just feel.”
A moan erupts from your chest when he licks at the skin of your ankle, holding your foot to his face before peppering kisses along your calf all the way up to your inner thigh. His eyes remain fixed on yours, swirling with desire just as his tongue licks up your panty-covered clit. You twist the sheets beneath you, wanting nothing more than to have him devour you as he pleases. Take you whichever way he pleases.
Two nimble fingers find their into the band of your panties, slowly dragging it down your legs to snap halfway along your thighs. You gasp, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes.
“So sensitive,” he repeats, finally pulling it all the way down to toss over his shoulder.
“Haven’t been touched like this in a while,” you pant, head falling into the plush pillow with embarrassment. It seems like you have no filter tonight.
He hooks your legs over his shoulders, cunt wide open for him. And even if you wanted to close them out of diffidence, you couldn’t, with his unrelenting grip on your thighs.
“Don’t worry,” he rasps, his hot breath hitting your drenched pussy has a spark running up the length of your spine, “I’ll make it good.”
With the first lick along your folds, your back arches off the bed, nails digging into the cotton sheets as his tongue massages your clit languidly. He takes his time with it, tongue going rigid to poke into your clenching hole then dragging up to your clit, flicking the swollen bud with kittenish licks. After a while, you find yourself begging for more, trying to grind onto his tongue only for him to splay his fingers across your stomach.
You thrash beneath him, crying out when he wiggles his tongue against your clit, humming into you.
“Please, more. So good.”
He lays flat on his stomach between your legs, white dress shirt sticking to his back as he speaks into your cunt.
“More? Greedy little thing.”
A whine tumbles from your lips when he spits onto your already dripping folds, middle and ring finger coming up to spread it around with your slick. You grip onto his hair, pushing his face into your pussy shamelessly. He dives in once again, this time with more precise, rapid strokes of his tongue across your heat.
“Fuck yes,” you mewl, rolling your hips against his face to hear him moan. The sound rumbles through you to have the knot in your stomach tightening. A thought crosses your mind through your haze.
“Keep going,” you slur, shivering when he purses his lips around your clit and suckles on it hard, two fingers encircling your leaking entrance, “so fucking good. Gonna cum, fuck.”
“Ye—” You yell out his name when he sinks in two fingers at once, finding your sweet spot with ease. His teeth graze your clit and you can feel yourself teetering off the edge with each swipe of his tongue.
Your head presses into the pillow as you grind against his tongue, keening as he drags his fingers in and out of your pulsing hole in a ‘come hither’ motion. Lip tucked between your teeth, you feel the knot grow tighter and tighter as his skilled fingers rub against your walls. He flattens out his tongue against your pussy, slurping up your essence to have your thighs trembling around his face, eliciting a string of curses from you until the knot breaks free and you cum on his tongue. Trembling through the euphoria as he helps you ride out your high.
He adjusts his position between your legs and sucks up every last drop, tongue sliding up and down your cunt. You spasm when it becomes to much, yanking him away from you by his hair.
“Stop, stop,” you chuckle breathlessly, bringing him up to your face to slot your lips into his. Tasting your essence on his tongue.
He pulls you even closer, teeth snagging on your lip while you unbutton his shirt and pants, reaching into it to feel his massive erection. He groans into your neck as you run your palm along his shaft. Your pussy clenches at the prospect of having him fill you up. You want to hear more of his sounds, so you split the tip with your thumb, massaging his frenulum zealously.
He growls, kneeling over you to tear off his shirt, kicking away his pants hastily. You bite down on his shoulder when he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, pretty fingers twisting and tugging at your nipples.
Your bare heat drags across his shaft, he swallows all your moans by covering your mouth with his, rolling you onto your side to smack your ass once. Your pussy clenches while he continues to massage the skin of your ass with his large palm. You reach down to fondle his balls, tugging at the soft skin to hear him grunt. You manage to get him onto his back, legs on either side of his body. His mouth hangs open, pupils blown wide.
He reaches up and runs his thumbs over your nipples, you throw your head back, slick dripping all over his toned stomach.
“Condom?” You ask breathily, chest jutting out into his palm, tingles shooting down your body when his nails catch on the skin of your nipple. You thought your nipples lost its sensitivity after you gave birth. Guess not.
“In my pants.”
Jumping off the bed, you bend down to reach into his pocket. Yelping when he lands another harsh smack to your ass. You look at him over your shoulder with a grin.
“Sit on my cock.”
He doesn’t need to tell you twice. You position yourself over his length as he rolls down the condom, the sight of his thick, veiny cock throbbing sends another shiver from the top of your head to the tips of your toes with anticipation. He lets you grip the base, positioning your sodden pussy over the blunt tip.
You sink down inch by inch, placing your palms flush to his chest once he’s fully sheathed. His hands fly to your waist while your eyes water with the stretch.
“Feel so fucking good,” he whispers, jaw clenching, gripping the back of your neck to connect your lips, tongues clashing sloppily. You moan when he lifts his hips into yours, cock reaching deep inside you then lifting you off his lap.
With strained breaths, you sink back down, sweaty skin meeting his as you set a pace, crying out at the feeling of him stretching you out.
“Ah fuck. Your cock feels so good,” you sigh, boobs bouncing on your chest as you rock against his lap, cock brushing your sweet spot repeatedly to have you screaming out his name.
“Yeah?” He holds you in place and fucks into you, cock dragging along each ridge to have you screaming out his name, the tip hitting deep inside you. Depths your fingers could never reach. “Tell me how good this feels? Do you like it when you’re bouncing on my cock like this, hmm?”
“Yes, yes. Fuck Tae,” you squeal, the sounds of your flesh slapping against his echoes in the room, sweat dripping down your chest.
“Or like this—” the drag of his twitching cock shifting inside you when he flips you onto your back has you blabbering out incoherencies. Even more when starts to pound you into the mattress, keeping your hands in his grip while you’re scratching down his back. Attempting to drag out the pleasure, walls closing around him as his cock disappears into your dripping cunt.
“I like this, so messy for me,” he rasps, sinking his teeth into the flesh above your boobs, “you take my cock so well. Fuck. I could fuck this pussy all day.”
That seems to do it for you, as well as his fingers rubbing your clit swiftly. Your walls quiver around him, and he buries his face in your neck, mouthing down the column of your throat, thrusts becoming shallow. With a drawn-out groan, he spills into the condom, hips flexing into yours. You move onto your side when he flops down next to you. You both catch your breath with silence falling over you.
Feeling sticky and gross, you pad across the tile with trembling legs to clean yourself up. Fatigue overpowers any other feeling, and you find yourself snuggling in next to him. Only because he asked with a groggy smile.
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The sound of your ringtone cuts through your dreamless sleep. You try to reach for your phone but the tight grip around your waist makes it difficult. Reality hits you when you see seven missed calls from Yoongi and a naked man next to you. A very handsome, very real, naked man.
Oh my God. You weren’t drunk. Every bit of last night replays vividly in your mind. But it’s 9AM and you need to go. Right now. Pushing his hand off your body, you scramble for each article of clothing, sitting on the edge of the bed as you adjust your heels.
The feel of soft lips on your shoulder is when you’re suddenly wide awake, turning around to be met with a tired smile and messy brown hair.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” you rush out, cursing to yourself when your phone rings again.
He peeks over your shoulder, and you lock your phone reflexively. Suddenly afraid that he might see your wallpaper.  A photo of your son.
“What’s going on?”
You tie your hair back, sprinting to the door, “I have to go to work.”
He scratches his head and leans up on the headboard. The smooth expanse of his chest much more beautiful in the morning light.
“Okay,” he mumbles, eyes appearing closed from afar, “will I see you again?”
That’s not how hook-ups work.
“Can you give me your number?”
“Why not?”
Yoongi’s name flashes on your screen and you groan, “because…I won’t see you again. I’ll never see you again! Goodbye.”
Halfway through the ride home, you don’t know why you went off on him like that. But maybe you do know. You’re sad. Sad that the high was short-lived for you and now you’re back to your monotonous routine. Sad that the night is over. In normal circumstances, would someone like Kim Taehyung approach you? No. You’re sure he’s some rich playboy who does this every weekend.
It takes you fifteen minutes to get dressed for work and prepare yourself a small lunchbox. You know that Yoongi probably took Junho to school, so you aren’t too worried about that.
Through your rush, you notice the SUV, which is a black Land Rover without a license plate, parked across the street. Funny, you didn’t notice it following you all the way but as soon as you drive onto the road, trying your best not to break any laws on the way to work, you see the SUV a few cars behind. Maybe you’re just overthinking things. But you vaguely remember it being there at the hotel last night. Then this morning.
After ten minutes of you cursing yourself for being so irresponsible, you make it to the dreary building where most of your time is spent. The elevator takes too long, so you zoom through the reception to the stairwell. A satisfied huff leaving your lips when you push through the glass doors.
Smile being wiped away immediately when you see Yoongi manually counting pills, a permanent crease between his brows.
“Well well well,” he chides, not lifting his head as you make your way to the counter, “you’re only three hours late.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry Yoongi. I overslept and—”
He raises a brow, feline eyes narrowed in your direction, “overslept? Sounds like someone had too much fun last night.”
You nudge him out of the way and take over, restarting the whole process, “I didn’t even drink that much.”
He laughs emptily, “you’re lucky I know you.”
Finally catching your breath, legs aching slightly, you tighten your ponytail, “how’s smiley? Did he get to school alright?”
“He was a little cranky this morning,” Yoongi informs, slotting his hands into his coat pockets, “I think you told him that you were gonna take him to school, so he kind of woke up expecting you to be there.”
“It’s my fault, now he’s gonna be in a bad mood all day.”
“He came around. I got us donuts for breakfast.”
Your head snaps up, “donuts? Yoongi…no treats on weekdays. Especially breakfast!”
He rolls his eyes, busy scribbling something down on his desk calendar, “relax. It was an emergency.”
You glare at him, then sigh. You can’t be angry. You messed up and you know how Junho gets when things don’t go according to plan. As young as he is.
“Oh, by the way,” Yoongi calls over his shoulder, “his teacher said that she needs to talk to you.”
Following him into the stock room, you click your tongue, “she’s probably gonna complain about him not coloring ‘within the line’. He’s only five! He’s still learning.”
“No,” he emphasizes, hand on the metal handle, “she said it was serious. She almost looked…scared.”
You slap his back and shove him into the room with an eyeroll, “she’s dramatic and so are you.”
iPad in hand, you’re inspecting each shelf in silence with Yoongi’s close observation. In the past three months, after you’ve started handling the ordering and purchases department, you’ve noticed that the inventory turnover rate had increased while maintaining steady inventory days.
“Before I forget, remember what I told you about the lease agreement?”
“Yeah well, the new guys are coming in today. To check out the place.”
You glance at him, “why would they come in here? You’re just renting out the place.”
He leans on a shelf behind you, “yeah but, this space forms part of the building they’re interested in. I’m hoping that they don’t kick us out.”
You laugh, “they can’t kick you out.”
He shrugs, “I don’t know what they have planned.”
Humming, you refocus on the bottles in front of you before he pats your back on his way out.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to it. You’re doing great.”
“But you arrived three hours late, so you know what that means.”
You screw your eyes shut, gritting out the words, “leave three hours late.”
He jerks his index finger in your direction, “aha.”
One thing you hate more than anything, is leaving work late. Mostly because of your dislike for driving at night. Horrible memories. And you hate going home to find Junho fast asleep on Seojoon’s couch. It’s also an inconvenience for him. As much as he says he doesn’t mind having him around, you shouldn’t take advantage of that.
You give him a quick call to inform him that you would be working late today, and he responds in his usual merry voice.
Throughout the day, you’re trying to block out a large fraction of your mind that’s occupied by the tall, handsome and really sweet guy from last night. His touches, his words, his sleepy face when he asked where you were going. You don’t think a guy like him would want to be involved with someone like you. Someone like you as in a single parent, barely making it through each day. You’re certain that if it wasn’t for the goodwill from the people around you, you would’ve been screwed.
He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would want to date a woman with a kid. Basically. These are all your assumptions based on your interaction with him last night. Yet you can’t help but let your mind wander. What would it be like if you were to start dating a man like him? How would you introduce him to Junho? Would they get along?
You blink at yourself in the restroom mirror. Smacking the goofy smile off your face. There you go again living in a fantasy world. Far-fetched situations. He was just a one-night stand. You said it yourself. You’re never going to see him again. Ever. And you’re pretty sure he already forgot about last night.
As you’re making your way back to the pharmacy, adjusting your scrubs, you see Yoongi talking to two guys in suits. Must be those bigshots he was talking about.
Yoongi’s face lights up when he sees you, your name echoing in the brightly lit area, “this is my pharmacy tech.”
Wearing a perfunctory smile, you feel your stomach twist in on itself when the man from your thoughts materializes and stands a few feet away from you. Yoongi’s eyes widen in warning when he sees your horrified expression.
The brown-haired man’s voice is just as high-pitched when he shouts your name in question.
“What are you doing here?”
Yoongi cuts him off and charges to your side, mumbling under his breath, “we have to be nice to them.”
You scrunch up your face, whisper-shouting, “I know him.”
His lips part in shock, “how?”
The man next to Taehyung clears his throat and you’re well-aware that they can probably hear you. You take a step forward to accept his handshake.
“Kim Seokjin, this is my younger brother Taehyung,” he looks between you and Taehyung, “I take it you two know each other.”
You and Taehyung speak over each other’s voices.
He chuckles while you fold your arms, shooting him a quizzical look, “I mean…we don’t know each other. We only met last night.”
Taehyung smirks, “yeah we only met last night. But I think we know each other very well.”
You feel your cheeks heat, especially when Seokjin throws a knowing glance in his brother’s direction. Thankful that Yoongi is there to change the subject, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he finally releases you from his hold.
Standing to the side awkwardly, you watch as Yoongi shows them around the place, freezing every now and again when Taehyung throws a smug grin your way. He’s dressed in a dark beige suit, and it complements his tan skin so well. Everything about him screams hunk. It appears that handsome genes run in the family.
Yoongi gives them some privacy while they have a discussion just outside the entrance, but he obviously wants them to leave so he can corner you about earlier.
“Someone’s been busy.”
You grimace, “don’t ask.”
“What’s going on between you two?”
Immediately regretting looking through the glass, you find Taehyung already staring at you, the same smug grin on his face.
“Nothing, nothing at all.”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Yoongi quips, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
You smack his shoulder then apologize when he glares at you threateningly.
“We hooked up last night. That’s all.”
“Yeah, why? Is it that hard to believe that I can do that?”
He looks up to the ceiling, pretending to think, “yes.”
You groan, “just shut up.”
“I think he likes you.”
“Seriously, Yoongi? A guy like him?” You laugh mirthlessly, “doubt it.”
“If I was you…”
You dip your head to look at him, “if you were me what?”
“He’s super rich. Like filthy rich. Like I can buy you and your son a Lamborghini rich.”
You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh, tears prickling your eyes at his serious expression, “you’re just saying that because smiley likes Lamborghinis.”
He nods, closing his eyes briefly, “that’s exactly why I’m saying that.”
Yoongi opens his mouth to speak, but you shove his shoulder.
“He’s coming.”
You see his brother waiting near the elevators. Busying yourself with double-triple checking a few prescriptions.
“We’ll keep in touch, Mr. Min,” he smiles, voice all professional and sexy. “Do you mind if I—”
Yoongi backs away from the counter-- “yeah sure sure” – then winks in your direction while you’re covering your face with a sheet of paper.
“Thought you said you’ll never see me again.”
You don’t respond, instead re-reading the patients’ names on the computer. He cranes his neck to get a look at you and you cave. Especially when his boyish laugh blocks out any other thought.
“Guess it was fate.”
You force a smile onto your face, masking your true feelings, “guess so.”
“I’m seeing you again,” he insinuates, placing his arms on the counter.
“Am I?”
He wets his lips with his tongue, and you’re reminded of all its capabilities.
“I have work to do.”
He peers at the computer, as if he’d understand whatever is on the screen.
“Ah, I see,” he remarks, soft eyes flitting to your face, “I’ll leave.”
“If—” he holds up a finger dangerously close to your face “—you agree to go on a date with me.”
You gulp, looking anywhere but his face, “I—”
Goosebumps rise on your skin when he fits his long finger under your chin and tips your head up, forcing you to look at him.
“Go on a date with me, please.”
You chew on your lip, fingers curling around his wrist, “I don’t think I should.”
He tilts his head to the side, “why not?”
“Because I—” I’m a fucked-up mess. I don’t want to become too invested because my heart is weak. But your pleading eyes are making it very difficult for me.
You almost miss the warmth of his touch when he pulls away, adjusting his suit jacket.
“Just this one date, and if you don’t want to see me again. Then I’ll respect that.”
“Just this one?”
He smiles, as if he knows something that you don’t, “yeah.”
“Can I have your number now?”
You snort, reaching for your phone across the counter, “here.”
“Should’ve just given it to me earlier when I asked,” he teases, handing his phone to you.
With a thunderous heartbeat, you wave him off as he makes his way out the doors, giving you one last wink over his shoulder. A small smile creeps onto your face when you see what he saved his contact under.
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Curse Kim Taehyung for being so warm and cuddly that you missed your alarm, that you ended up working till late and now you’re forced to drive in the dark. You miss Junho. This is the longest you’ve been away from him, and you feel guilty. You can only imagine how he must be feeling. He loves his mamma way too much.
You’re trying not to think about your date planned for Friday night. But your insides turn to cotton whenever you think of that handsome smile and pretty eyes. A part of you wants this so bad, to have him. To be with him. Normalcy. But another part of you, a major part, is deathly afraid of what his reaction might be if things go far, and you tell him about your son and your past.
But at the end of the day, Junho comes first. Always.
Too caught up in your thoughts, you miss the SUV following close behind. It’s not until you’re at a red light do you notice the now familiar car. A shiver runs down your spine when you can’t get a look in through the blacked-out windows. You’re frantic, stepping on the gas to get home to safety. Who the fuck is this person? Are they stalking you? Why do you see them everywhere?
It can’t be a coincidence. They’re definitely following you. And when you peek out of Junho’s window that night. It’s there. Black SUV, without a licence plate parked across the street.
You decide to keep Junho in your bed tonight.
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a/n — Junho’s character is based on my 5 & a half y/o brother. if you liked this, please like/reblog/drop a comment or an ask if you’re shy.
DISCLAIMER: this is a work of fiction.
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joheunsaram · a day ago
squeeze (myg)
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Part of my Ask Me Anything drabble series
word count- 585
pairing- yoongi x reader
rating- R
genre- smut, fluff
warnings- choking, spit play, penetrative sex, cuddles
a.n- I saw this hair live and I fucking died. HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO WINK IN MY DIRECTION AFTER BITING HIS LIP. Imma combust. Anyways enjoy the thirst. more drabbles to come soon.
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
“Tell me what you want, pretty baby,” Yoongi taunted as he stared down at you, eyes narrowed and a smirk across his face. He was panting, ginger hair matted across his forehead as sweat dripped down his temples, occasionally falling on you. He looked absolutely feral, but that was nothing compared to you.
Nails digging into Yoongi’s ribs, you were barely holding on to reality. Mouth agape, face flushed, and body quaking, all you could see, feel and hear was Yoongi. *Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi.
The tendons in his forearm flexed as he tightened the grip around your neck, two fingers and thumb pressing at the pressure points on either side of your throat, restricting the blood flow deliciously, making you keen. You could feel his weight on top of you even when he tried to keep it mostly on the forearm placed beside your head, hand buried in your hair, pulling and stinging your scalp in an effort to ensure you didn’t hit the headboard -- the precaution necessary because his hips were unrelenting, thrusting at a pace unfathomable, turning you boneless.
“Please,” you rasped, clawing at his back, leaving stark red marks that glistened against the porcelain. The plea had him snickering, using your hair to arch your neck so you had to look up to him through hooded eyes, desperate and needy, just the way he liked.
“Ask me like a big girl. Use your words,” he goaded, increasing his pace, his pelvis continuing to grind against your clit and sending shockwaves through you. You knew you couldn’t hold on for long so you asked for the one thing that would push over the edge.
“Spit in my mouth,” you whined, mouth open and tongue out immediately after, and Yoongi’s face lit up at your request, a large grin displaying his gums and his glee.
“Anything for my baby,” he replied, tightening his hold on your neck just a little more to have you see stars and letting a glob of spit fall into your mouth. The familiar taste made you flush deeper, warmth flowing through you as you demanded more and Yoongi gladly acquiesced. It was thrilling, unbelievably tantalizing, and paired with his hard thrusts, it threw you headfirst into your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing through you until you were whimpering in his hold.
He wasn’t far behind, the pulsating of your walls around him making him meet his end as well, as he collapsed onto you, pressing you into the mattress, leaving lingering kisses on your cheeks and jaw and neck.
“I love you,” you confessed quietly, laying limp under him as he gazed at you with incredulity.
It was silent, the kind of silence that blankets you in its warmth, comforting and content. Yoongi smiled at you, fingers stroking your scalp before they were searching for yours and he was turning on his side.
And with four tight squeezes of your hands in reply, he pulled you closer, kissing you gently.
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sunshinerainbowsbts · 16 hours ago
All I Don't Want for Christmas Is You! | KSJ
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Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: smut, fluff, crack, holiday, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, choking, biting, dirty talking, orgasm delay, Jin has an enormous... ego, vaginal sex, a lot of terrible holiday puns
Word Count: 23.7K (I'M SO SORRY)
Disclaimers: NSFW, I don't own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: The holidays are here! But instead of celebrating, you're trapped in a town called Christmas with your office nemesis, Kim Motherfucking Seokjin, and an unruly band of clients. Can you survive the trip and secure the promotion your boss has promised? Or will Jin take you down?
A/N: This was written for the @btswritingcafe's Holiday Fic Exchange. Happy holidays, Mai @jinpanman!! 🐧🎄🎅I've had SO much fun being your Secret Santa, and I hope you've had fun as well. In addition to writing you this little story (I'M SO SORRY AGAIN IT'S SO LONG), I also created a Spotify playlist to go along with it! I really hope you enjoy the goofy holiday movie I basically wrote here. It's like Hallmark After Dark. 😂
This is unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think, my inbox is always open! 💕
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“Please, take a seat,” your boss invited as you entered the cavernous space that was his office. Someone was already sitting in the other chair in front of his sleek black desk. You glared at the back of their head, recognizing them immediately.
Kim Seokjin. Why was he here?
If you compared your company, Beyond the Sound, to a rose, then Jin would definitely be the thorn. A big ol’ prick. As the other junior talent manager at your company, he drove you insane. Whereas you chose to use skill and knowledge and your relentless drive to achieve your goals, he preferred to coast along on his charm. And his considerable good looks.
As much as it physically hurt you to think nice thoughts about him, you couldn’t deny that he was one gorgeous man. Tall, with broad shoulders that tapered down to a small waist. Long, thick black hair that kissed the nape of his neck and fell into his eyes when he didn’t wear it swept off his face.
And that face. Dark, expressive eyes that crinkled merrily when he laughed, which happened a lot when he was schmoozing clients. Plush lips that puckered when he was displeased, which happened a lot when you were around. Cheekbones and a jawline to die for.
It was a fucking perfect face and you hated it.
You took a seat, crossing your legs demurely as your boss, Sejin, cleared his throat.
“I’m sure by now you’ve both heard the news. Irene is leaving us.”
Since it had been the only topic of conversation around the office for the last two days, you had in fact heard the news. Irene, the company’s hotshot manager, was leaving for greener pastures (aka more money from a larger management firm).
“She’s leaving us in a bit of a lurch, too. But the company’s loss is your gain,” he continued, leaning forward and folding his hands on his desk. “I think it’s time for a promotion.”
You sat up slightly, as did Jin.
“I’ve been more than pleased with the two of you and how you’ve served the company over the last year. You’re both in line to be promoted. But, there’s only one spot available - the one being vacated by Irene.” Sejin paused, letting his words sink in.
One spot. Two candidates. You glanced at Jin, only to realize he was already looking at you. Assessing. Narrowing your eyes, you turned back to your boss.
Sejin stood and looked out the floor length windows that made up the back wall of his office, clasping his hands behind his back as he surveyed the city below the high-rise. “I mentioned earlier that Irene is leaving us in a bit of a tight spot. The two of you are familiar with Euphoria, correct?”
Of course you knew Euphoria. They were one of the company’s biggest clients, an incredibly popular band who had helped make Beyond the Sound into the powerhouse it was. Volatile didn’t begin to describe the band - they were the most chaotic group of artists you’d ever come into contact with since you’d started working in the music industry.
Well, okay, you personally hadn’t had much face-to-face interaction with them, beyond a quick hello at a party or industry event here and there, but you’d heard plenty of horror stories during your time working at Beyond the Sound.
The three members each had their own distinct idiosyncrasies that made them difficult to manage. Lead singer Park Jimin was an incredibly gifted vocalist and guitarist who hypnotized fans with his sexy shenanigans on stage. Unfortunately, this also led to a lot of offstage sexy shenanigans, and your company was usually scrambling to cover up any potential scandals caused by his various romantic entanglements.
The bassist/saxophonist/keyboardist Taehyung (just the one name, like he was Adele) was a renaissance man and a true artiste. Unfortunately, he took that second label extremely seriously, and was prone to flaking on public appearances or locking himself in his studio for days on end if he felt something or someone was interfering with his “vision.”
And then there was the drummer, Jeon Jungkook. Essentially the human version of Animal from the Muppets, he was loud, unruly, and prone to literally running amuck while the other two members were usually arguing.
They were exclusively Irene’s responsibility.
Sejin appeared to be waiting for an answer, so you and Jin both chirped, “Yes, sir.”
“Good. The band is releasing a holiday album this year - titled “Sleigh, What?!” - and in order to drum up publicity for it, they’re putting on an exclusive one-night-only concert, to be streamed around the world.”
Ah, so the rumors were true.
Euphoria reinvented themselves with every new album. Their first album was r&b-influenced boy band pop; the second, a punk rock fantasia; and their last, an ear-shattering mashup of screamo metal and EDM that left fans confused and led to a short-lived breakup followed by an immediate reunion. From what Sejin was saying, apparently they’d decided the best way to score a big comeback was with a collection of festive tunes. You’d heard whispers about the album through the office grapevine, but had chalked it up to a joke, assuming someone was mocking the band’s tendency to swing wildly from one genre to another.
Clearly, you’d been wrong.
“When and where is the concert?” Jin asked as you pulled out your phone to take notes. He arched a thick eyebrow, glancing at your phone, then tapped his temple, implying that he didn’t need to write anything down. Rolling your eyes, you waited for your boss to answer the question.
“Next month, the week before Christmas. And it’s being held in Christmas.”
“It’s… what?” Jin tipped his head as you paused in your typing.
“They’re putting on a concert in Christmas. As in the town about 1500 miles from here, in the Northeast. We struck a deal with the mayor - he’s letting us put on a show there to promote the album and his little middle-of-nowhere village gets major press for hosting one of the world’s hottest bands.”
You frowned as your thumbs tapped across your screen. “Wait a minute… I think I’ve heard of this town,” you stated, looking up from your notes. “It’s a real tourist trap, isn’t it? They have a Christmas-themed store that’s open year round, and all the mail stamped in the Post Office says “North Pole” on it, that kind of thing, right?”
Jin laughed. You winced, annoyed at his mirth. “Sounds like the setting for a Hallmark movie.”
Sejin nodded, returning to his desk. “Yes, and that’s exactly why we chose it. We really want to lean into the homespun holidays character of the place. The goal is for people to associate Euphoria with Christmas - both the town and the holiday - so that when the album drops, they’ll all buy it. Spread that magical cheer in their own houses with it.” He paused. “Or whatever. You get the idea.”
It was a cynical cash-grab, in other words. Just another day at the office.
“Everything has already been arranged - travel details, lodging, venue, an interview with that dreadful morning show Rise and Shine!, and so on. Irene has done her usual job of making sure everything is squared away down to the final letter.”
“So, what do you need me to do?” Jin asked.
You scowled before correcting him. “What do you need us to do, sir?”
Sejin smiled, but it seemed less comforting and more apologetic. “We need you to go to Christmas with the band. Both of you, together.”
If you’d had a piece of coal in your mouth, you would’ve produced a diamond from grinding your teeth so hard.
You didn’t want to go to this cheesy little town called Christmas, especially this close to the holidays, when the place would be swarming with crowds of sightseers. You didn’t want to have to babysit Euphoria and try to keep them from imploding yet again. But most of all, you absolutely did not want to be stuck in that tiny village supervising the band with Kim Motherfucking Seokjin.
What the hell did you do in a past life to deserve this?
“You’ll be responsible for ensuring that Euphoria makes it to all of their scheduled events. Especially the concert. Look, I’ll be frank.” He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “If they miss the interview or the meet and greet we’ve arranged, it will be unfortunate, but not the end of the world. But they cannot miss this concert! We need this performance to revive their fanbase and boost their album onto the charts. If “Sleigh, What?!” tanks….” he trailed off, looking at you and Jin in turn. “Then Irene won’t be the only one leaving Beyond the Sound.’
Well, fuck. Basically, if you and Jin didn’t pull this off, one or both of you would be fired? Fantastic. Just the cherry on top of this crap sundae.
“No problem, boss,” Jin cooed, shooting Sejin a set of finger guns. You grimaced. How had this guy’s schtick not worn thin by now?
If your boss found Jin as corny as you did, he didn’t let on. Instead, he simply nodded. “I have the utmost faith in both of you to handle this situation. I know everything will run smoothly and according to plan under your supervision.” He glanced at the shiny, undoubtedly expensive watch that adorned his wrist. “Please reach out to Irene for your travel details and itineraries. She’ll have everything you need.”
You rose to your feet. “Thank you, sir.” Spinning, you swiftly stalked towards the door, Jin close on your heels.
“Looks like we’ll be spending Christmas together, Princess,” he drawled as his long legs quickly caught him up until he was walking by your side.
“No, we’ll be working together before Christmas, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” you retorted, firing him a dirty look. He just grinned, holding the door open for you to exit your boss’s office. You didn’t bother to thank him, but that didn’t deter him from continuing to walk with you.
Jin had gifted you with that nickname during your very first week at work. One of the managers you were shadowing offered to buy the two of you lunch as a reward for a stressful day of training, handling a temperamental solo act. Fresh out of grad school, you were broke and more than appreciated a free meal. But you were a bit particular about your order and took a long time, and for some reason Jin decided that made you a princess.
So you were a woman who knew what you wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Was that really such a bad thing?
The nickname drove you crazy. You weren’t a princess, some fairytale creature who would only have value in relation to the men in her life - the prince or the king. Fuck that noise. You stood on your own two feet and claimed your own victories.
Yet no matter how many times you asked him to stop, Jin refused to listen. Now, a year later, the pet name persisted, a constant reminder of how aggravating he was.
After a few minutes of walking briskly, trying but failing to shake Jin, you arrived at Irene’s office. Knocking on the door, a quiet voice called for you to enter.
If there were a pecking order at Beyond the Sound, Irene would stand at the top of the pack. She was everything you aspired to be - glamorous, perfectly put together, and fierce as hell. No one fucked with Irene. Not even Jin. He knew she’d rip him to shreds with her signature blood-red stiletto fingernails and not break a sweat. Or a perfectly manicured nail.
You really wished you knew her secrets.
“So, Sejin saddled you two with Euphoria duty, huh?” she inquired, gesturing for you both to take a seat.
“I’d say unfortunately yes, but you’ve been stuck with them for years, so it doesn’t feel right to complain,” you responded.
Irene smiled. “They’re not so bad if you keep them in hand. I advise you to set a firm line with them from the start.” She eyed the two of you carefully. “The guys can be very charming when they want to be. Don’t fall for it.”
She looked directly at you when she said that last statement, and you frowned. Was she suggesting…?
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she keeps it professional,” Jin smirked. “No client/manager relations on my watch.”
“Excuse me, are you questioning my ethics?” you snapped, rounding on your coworker. “I certainly do not need you telling me how to do my job or - or monitoring my interactions with my clients!”
“Of course you don’t, Princess. Forgive me,” he apologized, but his grin belied his words. “But maybe I’ll just keep a sharp watch just in case.”
“I will email you all the info for the trip - flights, lodging, itineraries,” Irene ignored your sniping, as everyone in the office was long accustomed to the two of you squabbling. “Every day has been planned down to the last minute. All you have to do is make sure the band sticks to the schedule.”
“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jin trilled, and you fought the urge to gag.
“Thank you, Irene,” you replied graciously. “Your hard work won’t go to waste, I assure you.”
Irene just smiled, a vicious grin that actually sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, truly, I don’t care! By the end of the week, Euphoria will simply be an unpleasant memory for me. They’re your problem now!”
As you left her office, Jin snickered. “I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this trip even more now.”
You spun to look at him. “You know what I’m looking forward to? Getting the promotion.”
“Oh, you think it’s yours already?”
Stepping closer, you glowered up at him. “I know it is.”
“We’ll just see about that, Princess.” He winked, walking backwards as he headed towards his workspace. “Can’t wait to see you all bundled up for the chilly weather. Bet you look real cute in earmuffs.”
You clenched your fists so hard, your nails nearly drew blood. You couldn’t wait to kick that jerk’s ass. That promotion was yours.
As irritating as the nickname was, it wasn’t Jin calling you Princess that made you hate him.
It was the Nevamind incident.
A few months into your time with Beyond the Sound, the company tapped you to work with a recently signed artist, an up-and-coming rapper who went by the stage name Nevamind. He’d been building buzz online with a series of mix tapes featuring brilliant lyrics and ridiculous beats, and it would be your job to get him ready for his debut album release.
For several days and a few long nights, you threw your every waking moment into creating an action plan for the rapper. You wanted to show your boss that you were ready to handle managing on your own, so you worked your ass off to prepare.
Excited, you showed up to the first meeting with the artist feeling nervous, but ready to share your ideas.
Only to find Jin waiting to meet with Nevamind as well.
“What are you doing here?” you blurted out, staring at your coworker who had risen from his seat at the conference table, expecting the rapper to be the one walking through the door instead of you.
“I’m presenting to Nevamind, obviously. What are you doing here, Princess?” he responded with wide eyes.
“Uh, no, I’m the one doing the pitching! And don’t call me that!”
“Actually, you’re both pitching,” Sejin declared, entering the room behind you.
Apparently, there had been a misunderstanding. You weren’t assigned to help Nevamind, you were being asked to present your ideas to him. Along with Jin. Whomever the artist picked (with your boss’s input, of course) would become his manager.
This mix-up didn’t rattle you. No, if anything, this simply fueled you even more, now that it was literally a contest. Forget your anxiety - you were fired up, determined to win.
Jin sold his idea first. It was hardly a proposal - no slideshow, no binders showing statistics, just a measly single page handout. And him mostly talking off the cuff, flashing that killer smile, even throwing in a wink or two as he promised the moon to the rapper.
You were aghast at your coworker’s breezy attitude. Was that how he worked? Did he really care so little? He wasn’t just unprofessional, he was a total buffoon. It was all you could do not to laugh during the entire meeting, since your boss was also present.
Then it was your turn. Nevamind seemed to agree with the plan you painstakingly laid out with your multimedia presentation - interviews with some huge media outlets, a series of streaming episodes giving a behind-the-scenes look at the album’s completion, and then a major party to celebrate the release. You even got a bit of a flirty vibe from the rapper, but you quickly shut that down, wanting to maintain a firm boundary between work and pleasure. By the time you left, you were more than confident that Nevamind would be your first client.
Instead, a week later, that asshole was announced as the rapper’s manager. All your hard work went down the drain.
How on earth had that guy won? Flabbergasted, you turned to your coworkers for an explanation. Everyone had their theories - Nevamind preferred a male manager, or Jin blackmailed your boss for the job, and so on. The rumor mill churned, but you never got a satisfactory answer, and you stewed in your anger, knowing that your plan was the better choice.
Within a month, Nevamind had terminated his contract with Beyond the Sound. Jin managed to fuck it up somehow, and that just stoked the flames of your wrath.
At a happy hour gathering a week after Nevamind dumped your company, you found Jin sitting alone at the bar, looking slightly rumpled in his designer suit. Sliding onto a stool next to him, you ordered a drink before swiveling to face him.
“So. How’d you fuck it up, Jin?”
He didn’t reply, just shot you a glare.
“I still don’t understand how you even got the assignment in the first place. That proposal of yours was a joke.” Several whiskeys into your night, all the nasty things you’d been thinking about your coworker started to slip from your lips.
He set his gin and tonic on the bar and regarded you carefully. “I got the job because I’m good at what I do. Maybe managing isn’t all about statistics and powerpoint slides. Did you ever consider that?”
“Maybe not, but this job requires a hell of a lot more effort than what you give, Jin. I mean, that’s pretty evident considering your first client fired you within a month. Perhaps next time, you might try actually working?” You swirled your drink with the little stir stick, tapping it against the rim of the glass to emphasize your point.
Again, he leveled a long glance at you, taking his time before answering. “You know what? Believe what you want to. I’m sure you will no matter what I say. That seems to be how you operate.”
“Whatever,” you shot back. Not the most eloquent comeback, but you were too tipsy to care. “Just don’t expect it to happen again. You winning, I mean. That was a fluke. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Is that so?” He tossed back the rest of his drink, rising from his seat. “Then bring it on, Princess. Show me what you’ve got.”
“You can’t handle what I’ve got, Jin.” Wait, was that what you’d meant to say? Maybe not, but you were flustered by how close he stood to you, and whatever you’d intended to say had gotten lost in the ether.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find Jin attractive. Even though he vexed you with everything he said and, well, everything he did, too, you still found yourself distracted by his stunning looks.
Your pulse began to race as he examined you with those dark eyes, wandering slowly over your frame. He towered over you as you peered up at him, and your breath hitched as he bent towards you.
“But I bet you wish I’d try, right?” he whispered, hot breath tickling your ear as he exhaled. You shuddered, and with a smirk he walked away, leaving you sitting alone, head spinning.
From that moment on, he shot to the top of your hit list. Kim Seokjin, enemy number one.
Three days, four nights. That was how long you’d be in Christmas. That was how long you’d have to suffer through this nightmarish work assignment with your nemesis. You could do this.
You chanted those words to yourself as the days flew by after your meeting with Sejin. Over and over again, repeating them until they became your mantra.
But now, sitting on the private jet, on your way to Christmas, you were starting to doubt. Just a little.
Introducing yourself to the band went better than you expected, given all the awful testimonies about the members that your coworkers had told. Each had politely greeted you and bowed.
Good to know they had some manners after all.
In the meantime, Jin strutted onto the plane looking like he’d just walked off the runway in Paris, wearing a gorgeous three-piece navy suit underneath a stunning long red and black plaid coat. The entire ensemble was Louis Vuitton, which you knew only because he wouldn’t stop yapping about how he’d had to show the boutique’s sales person his company ID because she didn’t believe him when he said he wasn’t a model.
Was it possible for a person’s eyes to roll right out of their head? You feared you might find out on this trip.
But seriously, who flew in a suit?
Not that Jin was the only one taking advantage of your travels to purchase a new wardrobe. Flying to the wintry northern half of the country meant you’d bought a few essentials - some cozy sweaters, wool skirts, thick tights and several pairs of boots (both dress and snow). You’d also splurged on a Burberry puffer coat and a pair of Gucci leather gloves, in matching black, to help keep you warm.
The perks of having a company card.
Once the plane took off, you’d intended on using the time to review the week’s itinerary as well as to set some ground rules with the band. But you might as well have tried to fly across the country by flapping your arms. You’d have had a better chance of accomplishing that.
“Guys, can we please focus?” you implored the group for the fifth time. No one responded. Jimin flirted with the flight attendant while Taehyung read an intimidatingly thick book on the history of jazz rock. Jungkook had completely tuned out, a giant pair of VR goggles on his handsome face as he played some game.
Meanwhile, Jin was sitting across from you, doing nothing to disguise his laughter at your struggle to get the band’s attention.
You scowled. “You know, this is important for you, too. Do I need to remind you what is at stake here?”
Jin sighed. “Oh, take a breath, Princess. Let them settle in a bit, then we’ll run through the schedule. They’re literally a captive audience.” He cocked his head, considering. “Although Jungkook is an experienced skydiver, so I wouldn’t put it past him to jump out the door at any moment. Though I hope the lack of parachutes would at least give him pause.”
“Fine.” Leaning back in your seat, you pulled out your phone to scroll through your notes. Jin leaned over to gawk at your screen. “Excuse me! Do you mind?”
“Just curious if you were actually going to relax. Doesn’t appear so,” he replied, flagging down the flight attendant. “Can I get a whiskey, neat? Thank you.” “Really? Drinking at this time of day?” It was only just past noon when you’d finally taken off. Jin shrugged. “I fly better when I’m a little tipsy. Plus, if you’re going to be this tightly wound, I’m going to need to be even looser. You’re giving me second-hand anxiety.”
“God forbid you be serious about your job for once,” you muttered under your breath.
The flight attendant brought Jin his drink and he smiled politely before giving you a scrutinizing look. “I’m perfectly serious about this job. I just have my own methods for getting results.” He winked, and you clicked your tongue in disgust. “What I want to know is, do you ever relax? Let your hair down, allow yourself to have a little fun while you’re working?”
“I have plenty of fun,” you sniffed, grabbing the pashmina shawl you’d stuffed into your carry-on and wrapping it around your shoulders. You always froze on flights. “But I don’t let it interfere with my responsibilities. The job comes first.”
“That’s where you and I differ, then. Fun comes first.”
“You mean, you come first,” you rejoined.
Jin smirked, and you realized you’d walked into a trap. “Oh no, it’s only fun for me if others come first. I always make sure of that.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Every time.”
Cursing yourself for setting him up, you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the headrest of your plush leather seat, hoping he’d take the hint and stop talking. He did, but not before you heard him snickering to himself.
Three days, four nights. The clock was ticking.
The closest airport to your final destination was two hours away, so a chartered bus had been set up to transport you and the band. Most of their equipment and belongings had already been sent ahead of them, so a whole bus wasn’t technically necessary, but you appreciated having a little space.
Because the guys were driving you insane.
Halfway through the five hour flight, you’d awoken to the dulcet tones of Jimin and Taehyung arguing. As usual, Jin was useless, somehow sleeping through the loud curse words pinging around the cabin of the plane. You wondered how many glasses of whiskey it had taken to knock him out like that. Jungkook still had his headset on, but he was now pacing around playing some sort of dueling game that had him pretending to slice everyone in half with a joystick sword.
It turned out to be a fight about nothing - an argument over which movie to watch - but it was enough to give you a slight headache. Which did not bode well considering you were only slightly over two hours into your whole trip. But you stepped in and calmed them down, promising they could both watch whatever they wanted since they weren’t even sharing a screen, and then collapsed into your seat, hoping to rest. Discussing the week’s plans would have to wait until later, when your coworker would be more helpful. Or at least conscious.
On the bus, you took a seat near the front, frowning as Jin slid in beside you.
“Really?” you asked, gesturing wildly. “All these empty seats?”
“Yah, calm down, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go over the schedule now, while everyone’s still awake and quiet.”
That was actually a useful suggestion. Color you shocked.
“I suppose this would be the most opportune time,” you conceded, standing up to gaze at the members who had strewn themselves across seats scattered throughout the bus. Jin followed as you staggered down the aisle towards the band, the swaying of the bus making it difficult to walk a straight line.
“Uh-oh, here come Mom and Dad,” Jimin sniggered, legs dangling over the armrest of his seat. His pink hair hung in his face as yawned widely. “Are we in trouble again?”
Nope. You didn’t care for that one bit.
“I’ll thank you for addressing us both by name, Park,” you declared, and he quirked an eyebrow at your commanding tone, lips twisting into a smirk. His eyes ran up and down your figure as you stared him down.
“Yes, noona,” he purred, arching an eyebrow. Irene’s warning echoed in your ears.
You were going to have to tread carefully with this one.
Jin said nothing, seemingly content to let you run things, surprise surprise. You continued.
“I know you’ve all been given copies of this week’s schedule, one printed and included in your carry-ons and one emailed, but I thought we should run through it just to confirm that we’re all on the same page.”
No one answered. You plowed on.
“Tonight, we just need to settle in. The bed & breakfast we’re staying at has been completely booked by us, so we have the whole house to ourselves. It’s the,” you consulted your notes, “Blitzen Inn. The proprietors have assured us that we will have total privacy there, since it’s fairly out of the way.”
“Wait, we’re staying at a bed & breakfast, noona? Not a hotel?” Taehyung piped up, removing his gigantic headphones, shaking out his silvery-white locks.
“That is correct. Despite the tourist trap nature of this place, it’s a pretty small town, so they don’t have a lot of lodging options.” And most of the hotel rooms had been booked by the fans who would be attending the concert.
“So no room service? No on-call masseuses?” Taehyung pouted. “No free mini bottles of shampoo?”
“You’re a millionaire, Tae, you can buy all the shampoo you want,” Jin commented.
“But I like the little bottles.”
“Anyway. Tomorrow there is an early morning interview with Rise and Shine! You’ll be joined by the mayor for that as well, and the local newspaper will be there, taking photos. We’ll be at the venue for the taping, and then in the afternoon you’ll have time to rehearse. Thursday morning is more rehearsal time and then a fan signing event at Santa’s Workshop, a holiday-themed store that will be the first place to stock your album. And then of course Friday is the concert. Saturday morning, we’re back on the jet and heading home.” You glanced up. “Any questions?”
“Will they have little bottles of shampoo at the bed & breakfast?”
“Does anyone else have any other questions?”
Jungkook raised his hand.
“You don’t have to raise your hand, Jungkook. What’s your question?”
“Noona, how does it work, exactly? Do they serve us breakfast in bed?”
You turned to your coworker, who had stretched his long frame across two seats, cackling as he listened. “Do you want to help me out here?”
Jin sighed, sitting up. “Do you guys have any questions about the schedule? It’s not too packed, but it’s important that we stick to it very carefully.”
Three heads shook no.
“Great! Then just relax for a bit. We should be at the Blitzen Inn in about another ninety minutes or so.” Jin laid back, his tiny bit of effort completed for the day. He’d probably exhausted himself.
Sighing, you trekked back to the front of the bus, taking a window seat and slinging your legs onto the space next to you so as to prevent anyone (Jin) from sitting there.
“I think that went well.”
Apparently, he’d decided to sit right behind you. His face appeared over your shoulder, in the space between the back of your seat and the window.
You snorted. “Of course you do. You didn’t do anything.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well, you did stay conscious for the whole discussion, so I suppose that’s something.”
His laughter made you grimace. You reminded yourself that you just had to put up with him for a few days. Once that promotion kicked in, hopefully you wouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit again.
You leaned against the window, staring at the scenery as the bus trundled along. It was certainly a different view than what you were used to, living on the west coast. Verdant mountains rolled across the horizon as the sun began to sink from view. Exhausted after a stressful flight, your eyes began to droop as the bus’s rhythmic bouncing lulled you to sleep.
The Blitzen Inn stood at the edge of town. Two rows of tall pine trees lined the winding road leading to the inn. The bus barely fit, but thankfully no other vehicles were approaching from the opposite direction.
Stretching, you took a moment to admire the house as the bus approached. A white two-story colonial with black shutters and a wraparound porch, decorated with hanging garlands and a large green wreath with a big red bow on the front door, it very much looked like something straight out of a holiday movie.
A garden took up one entire side of the house, though it had been turned over for winter. Around the other side of the house stood a large white gazebo, adorned with strands of white Christmas lights. Behind the house was nothing but trees, as the house was nestled against the border of a forest.
Green trees, green grass, green everywhere. How disappointing. The temperatures had been unusually warm in this region for this time of year, according to the weather reports you’d watched religiously in the week prior to leaving home. Having grown up in the land of sand and sun, you were hoping to see some snow on this trip. Just a little would do - enough to turn the land into a sea of white.
Ah, well. This was a business trip, and there was more than enough to focus on besides pining for snow.
The bus gradually rolled to a stop and you disembarked, boots crunching on gravel as you strolled towards the house. Your breath hung in the chilly night air, tiny puffs that dissipated as you walked, and you pulled your coat a little tighter around you. Once again, Jin nipped at your heels.
Two men waited by the door, a platinum blond who wore a blindingly bright smile and a smaller, slighter man with hair black as night who merely blinked languorously as you neared.
“Good evening,” the blond man greeted you, bowing slightly. “You must be Ms. _. Welcome to our home!”
You bowed in return. “Thank you.” You instructed him to call you by your first name. “This is my colleague, Kim Seokjin.”
“Call me Jin,” he said, bowing.
“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, and this is my husband Yoongi,” the blond man introduced himself and the dark-haired man, who simply nodded.
You turned to introduce the band, but none of them had reached the porch yet. Jimin and Taehyung were standing in front of the bus, bickering about who would get to stay in the presidential suite (neither aware that the bed and breakfast did not have suites), and Jungkook was sitting in the gazebo, silently gazing up at the lights hanging above.
Huffing out a sigh, you gestured. “That’s Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They’ll be along in a minute.”
“No rush, they’re welcome to explore the grounds,” Hobi replied with another grin. “Why don’t we help you bring in your bags and then we’ll show you to your rooms? I’m sure after all that traveling, you’re about ready to crash.”
Luggage in hand, Hobi took you on a quick tour. Despite its large size, the interior of the house was incredibly cozy. There were six guest rooms upstairs, each with its own bath. Downstairs, there was a kitchen, dining room, another bathroom, sitting room, and library. The owners had a master suite down a hallway in the back.
You tried not to gawk, but it honestly felt like you were walking through an issue of Architectural Digest. Hardwood floors, wooden ceiling beams, and dark wood accents flowed throughout. All of the rooms downstairs had fireplaces, and the sitting room also included a baby grand piano tucked into the corner. The decor was an intriguing mix of antique and modern, from an exquisitely carved dining room table and chairs to a comfy couch straight out of a Swedish furniture catalog. And Christmas decorations had been stuffed into every available nook and cranny, with more poinsettias, wreaths, and Christmas trees than you’d ever seen in one house.
Walking through the house felt like touring Martha Stewart’s wet dream.
“How do we want to divide up the rooms?” Jin asked as you climbed the stairs.
“I don’t think it really matters, unless someone has a preference,” you responded. You followed Hobi to the end of the hall. “I'll take the first room down here.” Hobi nodded, carrying your bags inside for you.
“Then I’ll take the next,” Jin said. “Unless you’d prefer to share?”
What a stupid question. You stopped to gawk at him. “Why the fuck would I want to do that??”
Hobi returned to the other end of the hallway, where the band members were attempting to determine which room was the largest, despite multiple assurances that they were all the same size.
Jin leaned against the doorway of his room.
“Have you ever vacationed in this part of the country before during the winter?”
“Well,” his voice dropped low, “it gets awfully cold out here at night. You might want something to snuggle up to. Keep you warm.”
“And what, you’re offering yourself as an option?”
“If you’d like.”
You’d spent a lot of time working with this man, and most of it glaring at his handsome face in exasperation or disgust. He often gazed back at you with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. And there it was again.
But there was a tiny glimmer of something else, too. Something that made a slow heat crawl along your neck, despite the loathing that flowed through your veins.
Before you could even begin to envision his suggestion, you shut it down.
“That’s what blankets are for, Jin,” you sneered, opening the door to your room and slipping inside before he could reply.
Needing a few moments to yourself, you surveyed your room. A king-sized bed lay in the center of the room, covered in a fluffy stack of pillows and a plush down comforter. In the bathroom, you found a claw-footed tub, shower stall, and pedestal sink, and a soft white robe hung on the back of the door. Fresh white roses arranged in a slim vase greeted you on your nightstand.
The room would’ve been perfect for a relaxing vacation or romantic getaway. Too bad you were stuck on the work assignment from hell.
After freshening up a little, you rejoined the group downstairs. Everyone had gathered at the dining room table, which Yoongi had piled high with snacks - charcuterie boards overflowing with meats and cheeses, plates of crackers and toasted breads, and multiple platters of every Christmas cookie you could think of and even a few you didn’t recognize. You were more exhausted than hungry, so you nibbled on a gingerbread cookie while rehydrating.
“We received your itinerary,” Hobi informed you as he placed another platter of assorted cookies on the table. “Since you’re our only guests this week, we’ve adjusted our meal times to meet your needs.”
“Thank you, that’s wonderful,” you replied. “We appreciate your flexibility.”
“Of course. If there’s anything else we can do for you while you’re here, just let us know. Our home is your home.” He smiled and excused himself to join Yoongi in the kitchen.
The band chattered happily amongst themselves as they gorged on the delicious treats. You scrolled idly through your phone as Jin leaned across the table towards you.
“Care to join me for a nightcap? Hobi gave me a tour of the sitting room while you were upstairs and there’s a decanter of whiskey in there with my name on it.”
You glanced up. “A nightcap? Don’t you think you should get to bed so we can get a good start tomorrow? We have to be at the venue early for the interview.”
“Oh, come on, just one drink. It’s been a long day. Let go a little.” He waved his hand. “You know everything’s all set for tomorrow. But if it’ll ease your mind, we can still discuss the itinerary while we drink.”
Kim Seokjin, focusing on work for once? This you had to see.
“Fine. Just one.”
A pair of gorgeous red velvet couches sat on either side of the ornamental rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room. Curling up on the corner of one, you tucked your legs underneath you as Jin played bartender with the decanter.
Handing you a tumbler, he lifted his in a toast. “To a successful trip.”
“To my promotion,” you countered with a grin.
“Okay, Princess, let’s just enjoy the drink, shall we?”
You dutifully clinked your glass against his, then brought it to your lips.
The delicious aroma washed over you as you swirled the brown liquor in your glass before taking your first sip. As the liquid coated your tongue, you held it there, savoring for a moment before swallowing.
“Mmm,” Jin hummed, inspecting his glass. “I think I need a bottle of this.” He smacked his lips obnoxiously.
Turning the glass around in your hands, you stared at the gentle sloshing of the liquor. “It’s sweeter than I typically prefer, but still has a bit of bite to it.”
Jin cocked an eyebrow. “You some kind of whiskey connoisseur?”
“Maybe,” you retorted, chin jutting out. “I’ve tasted enough to know what I like.”
Whatever dumb rejoinder was forming on Jin’s lips was interrupted by Mariah Carey.
🎵 All I want for Christmas is yoooooou 🎶
You cocked an eyebrow at his choice of ringtone.
“Tis the season,” he grinned, answering. “Go for Seokjin.”
Fuck, he even answered his phone like a tool.
“Hello, sir,” he suddenly sat bolt upright, glancing at you. “Yes, she’s here. Of course, one moment.” He set the phone between you on the couch.
“Okay, sir.”
“Good evening,” your boss’s voice boomed. “I assume there weren’t any problems with your flight?”
“No, sir,” you replied, frowning. Your boss wasn’t the type to micromanage, and he definitely wasn’t the type to phone just to exchange pleasantries. If he was calling, it meant he was extremely stressed about this album release.
“Good. The band isn’t giving you any trouble?”
“No, sir.”
“No issues with your travel or lodging arrangements?”
“No, sir.” You felt like a broken record, repeating yourself.
“Good, good. And everything is all set for tomorrow’s interview?”
Jin finally jumped in. “Everything is completely taken care of, sir. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I give you my word that by the time you’re awake tomorrow, Euphoria’s Rise and Shine! Interview will be the top trending item on every social media platform.”
Stabbing the mute button on his phone, you turned to your coworker as your boss expressed how pleased he was to hear Jin’s response. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”
He clucked his tongue. “Have some faith, Princess. I know what I’m doing.” He unmuted the phone as Sejin began to wind down. “Thank you for checking in, sir. I really appreciate it. We’ll have Euphoria back in the number one spot by the time we touch down back home on Saturday!”
“Let’s hope so. That promotion is riding on it. For one of you, anyway.” As if you could forget. “Have a good evening.”
“You too, sir!” Jin pocketed his phone as he finished his whiskey.
“Holy shit, Jin, do you always have to kiss so much ass? How the fuck hasn’t Sejin gotten tired of your bullshit yet?”
“Are you jealous? I can kiss your ass too, if you want. Or anywhere else you’d like.” He puckered cartoonishly.
A gagging noise was your response, making him laugh. His stuttering windshield wiper giggle hit you like nails on a chalkboard.
You drained the last drop of your whiskey and stood. “Okay, I’m calling it. Good night, Jin.”
“Good night, Princess. Don’t forget - I’m just a wall away if you need me.”
You just rolled your eyes, dodging as he blew you a kiss. That ridiculous squawk of a giggle followed you up the stairs to your bedroom, where you closed the door with an exhausted sigh.
Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough.
At five am on the dot, you tossed back the plush blankets on your ridiculously comfy bed and climbed out. Pausing by the window, you glanced out at the forest behind the house. Dawn was still several hours away, so the world outside was cloaked in darkness. Not an early riser by nature, you sighed, shuffling off to shower yourself awake.
To your complete lack of surprise, you were the first to arrive downstairs. Hobi sat at the dining room table, sipping on a mug of coffee, while Yoongi bustled back and forth from the kitchen, arms laden with plates of food - sausages, bacon, home fries, pancakes, basically any breakfast food you could think of, he brought out.
“Good morning,” Hobi beamed.
“Good morning.” Taking a seat, you smiled gratefully at Yoongi as he set a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. “Yoongi, you’ve outdone yourself. This is a veritable feast!”
“That’s my Yoongi,” Hobi cooed, pinching Yoongi’s cheek. “Always spoiling everyone.” Yoongi dipped his head in embarrassment, but not before you caught a little gummy smile lighting up his handsome face.
Feet pounded down the stairs, and Jungkook stuck his head into the dining room, purple hair bouncing. “Oh shit, that looks good!” he crowed, grabbing a plate and loading it with food. Jin arrived not long after, and followed suit. Jimin and Taehyung drifted down last, immediately digging into Yoongi’s banquet.
Jin was once again dressed to kill in another crisply tailored suit, this time in charcoal grey, a white tie expertly knotted at his throat. Meanwhile, you had dressed in a chunky oversized sweater and thick wool skirt with your knee-high boots, wanting to look stylish while staying warm at the concert venue.
And then there was the band.
Of the three, Jimin was the most casually dressed, if one could consider wearing a two thousand dollar red satin Saint Laurent jacket to be “casual.” Underneath, he wore a simple white t-shirt, with several long necklaces dangling on his chest, and black jeans. Taehyung appeared to be headed on a dreamy date, dressed in a blousy white top, slightly unbuttoned, with a black boutonniere and a black and white scarf tied loosely around his neck. And Jungkook’s tall frame was adorned in a sheer black top under a leopard print button up, completely unbuttoned, and obscenely tight leather pants.
Not exactly the best outfits for an interview about a holiday-themed album. You made a mental note to look into purchasing some ugly Christmas sweaters for the fan-meeting tomorrow - surely you could find those at Santa’s Workshop, right?
As everyone ate in comfortable silence, you cleared your throat.
“Morning, guys. We need to leave here no later than seven for the meet and greet with the mayor and the Rise and Shine! taping. Remember, this is live tv, and the local paper will be there to take photos as well. So please, no swearing and no rude gestures.” You stared directly at Jungkook, who nodded.
“Got it, Mom,” Jimin chirped as he reached for another stack of pancakes.
“Sorry, noona.”
Despite your months of experience working with the media, and despite the fact that you yourself were not going to be on tv, you were nervous as fuck as the band prepared for their interview. Tiny pinpricks of sweat began to bead on your forehead as you and Jin watched from the wings of the stage.
The venue for the big comeback concert was the town’s small community theatre space, a boxy room with a simple stage and approximately 200 seats in the audience. Beyond the Sound was clearly hoping for an intimate experience for the lucky ticket holders, all of whom were longtime Euphoria fan club members who had been randomly selected in a raffle.
Rise and Shine! had sent a single camera operator and one producer to oversee the remote interview, and they were hustling about, preparing for the live feed. The photographer from the local paper was sitting in the audience, waiting for the mayor to arrive so she could snap a few photos of him with the band. Meanwhile, the band members themselves were helping each other touch up their makeup. So you were left with only Jin to calm your nerves.
Naturally, he wasn't helping.
Instead of focusing on the scene in front of him, or helping you take your mind off of your anxiousness, Jin scrolled through his phone, giving off the appearance of a man who would rather be anywhere else in the world.
Well, honestly, so would you, but you had a fucking job to do, so you were going to make sure it went off without a hitch.
"Shouldn't the mayor be here by now?" you asked, glancing at your watch. In less than fifteen minutes, the irritatingly chipper hosts of the morning program would be streaming through the monitor in front of you as they asked Euphoria some blandly inane questions about their album. The mayor was supposed to participate in the conversation and really help sell the whole folksy angle your company was hoping to achieve.
“I’m sure he’s on his way. Just breathe, Princess.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.
“Stop. Calling. Me. That,” you spat through gritted teeth, as the door at the back of the theater suddenly slammed open.
“I’m here!” a voice yelled. As everyone watched, a tall, beefy man in a beanie and black peacoat dashed down the aisle towards the stage. He tripped over his own feet and you gasped, expecting him to faceplant, but he recovered and kept running.
Hand outstretched, he made a beeline for you and Jin. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” he huffed. “Hi, I’m Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you.”
“Mr. Mayor, it’s lovely to meet you,” You shook his hand. “Thank you for allowing us to hold our concert in your beautiful town!”
Jin snickered softly. If that ass kisser thought you were laying it on too thickly, then you definitely were overdoing it. Fighting the urge to stomp on his big clown feet, you smiled at the mayor as if you hadn’t heard anything.
“Oh, it’s our honor to host you! And please, call me Namjoon,” he smiled, shaking Jin’s hand in turn. “I was sad to hear that I wouldn’t get to meet Irene after all our correspondence. She seemed very… thorough.”
“Yeah, Irene never left anything to chance,” Jin laughed. “I can only imagine the novel-length emails she sent you.”
Another glance at your watch. Ten minutes. The band members had finished their touch-ups and were now… uh…
Where the hell had they gone?!
“Would you please excuse me?” you smiled at Namjoon, shot Jin a look, and left the two men standing there, discussing Irene’s Type A tendencies.
Wandering the backstage area of the theater, you hissed names like a balloon slowly leaking air. “Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook! Where the hell are you??”
“Relax, noona.”
Stifling a scream, you whirled and found Jimin snickering behind you. “Fuck! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a person?”
“I wasn’t sneaking, you just couldn’t hear me over the sound of your panicking,” he replied drolly. “Come on, they’re back here.”
You followed him into a small dressing room, where Taehyung and Jungkook were digging through racks of costumes.
“What are you -”
“Found one!” Jungkook interrupted you, proudly brandishing a Santa hat. “And look, here’s a pair of reindeer antlers, Jimin.” He tossed a headband at his bandmate.
“Perfect! What about Tae?”
Taehyung turned away from a mirror on the wall, where he had been inspecting his handsome visage. He tucked his long hair back, revealing a pair of elf ears.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys look fantastic - very holiday appropriate! Now, why don’t you go get your mics and get ready for the countdown?”
Santa Jungkook and Elf Taehyung strolled out of the room. But Reindeer Jimin merely shook his head. “You really don’t have to worry about us, noona. We know what to do. How to hit our marks and spout the company lines.”
“I wasn’t worried!” you lied.
“Right. Of course not.” He trailed you back to the stage. “Why would you worry? It’s not like you haven’t heard a million nasty stories about us, right? About how difficult we are, how unprofessional, always needing tons of close handling. Nothing like that?”
You blinked, but didn’t reply, unsure what to say. The last thing you wanted to do was rile him up when they were mere seconds away from a live broadcast.
Jimin laughed derisively. “That’s what I thought.” He waved the producer over, patiently letting her mic him up. “I know what everyone at Beyond the Sound thinks of us, even though most of you never even met us.”
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” you fudged, trying to untangle yourself from this situation. “Beyond the Sound has always championed Euphoria. We’re doing everything we can to make sure you guys are taken care of, and to see that your comeback is a success.” You gave him a shaky smile. “We have your best interests at heart.”
“Ha!” he huffed, shaking his head. “Our best interests. If you say so, noona.”
He left you gawking as he joined his bandmates, introducing himself to the mayor. Four stools had been placed on the stage, in front of a simple snowy backdrop and a large fake Christmas tree. As they settled in, the producer waved her arm, indicating the countdown to being live had begun.
“You okay, Princess?” Jin whispered as you clenched and unclenched your fists, silently counting along with the producer.
“Of course,” you sniffed. “Everything’s fine.”
Jimin’s words had rattled you a little, but you weren’t about to tell Jin that.
“They’ve got this. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”
The lights were off in the wings, and in the darkness, you could barely make out Jin’s profile. He looked completely relaxed, as usual.
“Will you stop saying that stupid phrase? It’s completely inane!”
Jin just honk laughed.
The interview went off without a hitch. Jimin was right - Euphoria were seasoned pros, and knew how to handle the press. The only slight hiccup came courtesy of the mayor. As he gestured to the venue space behind him, he nearly smacked Taehyung in the face. Taehyung spun to avoid his arm, which made Jimin guffaw, which led to him falling off his stool.
Could’ve been worse.
After lunch, the road crew showed up to set up for rehearsal. You sat in the audience and flipped through notes on your phone as the band practiced their setlist for the concert. Jin had folded himself into a seat in the row behind you, legs propped up, humming along to the music floating through the theater.
Euphoria’s new album was a mix of holiday standards like “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” and several original songs, including the one they were currently playing, nonsensically named “Claus I Said So!”
“Oh god,” Jin murmured, leaning forward to rest his arms on the back of the seat next to you. “This might be the worst Christmas song in the history of the world. How do they expect this to sell albums?”
You scowled at the sudden nearness of him. “They don’t. They expect us to sell them, remember?” He did have a point, though. The song was truly atrocious, the lyrics some vapid nonsense about how everyone had to do Santa’s bidding or there would be no Christmas this year. But all Santa kept telling everyone to do was to “rock!”
Mentally, you added earplugs to your list of items to bring to the concert.
“I’m honestly surprised they agreed to this album in the first place,” Jin admitted.
You stopped scrolling long enough to turn and look at him. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I understand why they went along with the punk album. They do have legitimate musical talent and it was an opportunity to flex their skills. The screamo album took a lot of persuading from Irene, and I heard even Sejin had to cajole them a bit. But a holiday album?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Never thought they’d agree to it. Especially now that I’m hearing the songs they were given - could you imagine having to sing this crap with a straight face?”
“Literally what the fuck are you talking about?”
Euphoria were chameleons, constantly changing their look and their sound. But that was all them. Always their idea, always their music.
Wasn’t it?
Jin stared at you. “Oh, Princess, tell me you know.”
“I know what?” Your eyes narrowed.
“That Beyond the Sound is responsible for all of Euphoria’s crazy reinventions? The company plans out every album, from concept to songs?” His eyebrows shot up at your silence. “Oh no, you really thought they came up with all that crap?” He gestured at the stage. “Do they look like they want to be performing this tripe?”
The song ended, shifting into another original tune, “Don’t Be Elfish,” as you carefully examined the members on stage. Jimin’s eyes were as lifeless as a doll’s as he crooned into the microphone. Taehyung strummed his bass mindlessly, staring into space. Jungkook looked like an automaton, drumming mechanically.
They all seemed absolutely miserable.
Holy shit, how could you have missed this? All this time, thinking the band was full of chaotic wildlings who jumped from genre to genre on a whim, with no rhyme or reason. Assuming they were monsters that couldn’t be tamed.
And why had you thought these things? Because that’s what your company told you.
“Why what?”
You twisted in your seat to face him. “Why would they agree to this? To any of this?”
“Their contract. Beyond the Sound basically locked them into a terrible deal. Their original manager was… not a good guy.” He pursed his lips. “He made a hell of a lot of money off of them when they signed with Beyond the Sound, then split. Our company uses them as guinea pigs, trying to tap into new markets. The punk rock album got them a bunch of deals, but that last album didn’t net any new clients. Or fans.”
Well, shit. Maybe you needed to stop assuming so much based on what you heard around the office. That place seemed to be overflowing with lies.
Then again, how did you know that Jin wasn’t lying to you right now? Why should you trust him? He’d probably heard all this stuff through the rumor mill, too.
“That is… unfortunate. But at the end of the day, they signed on the dotted line. They agreed to this.” Even as the words left your lips, you doubted them slightly. But if you had to pick between listening to your employer or listening to your maddening coworker, you were choosing Beyond the Sound. “If they want those albums to sell, they’ll suck it up and sing those terrible songs.”
Were you imagining things or did Jin look disappointed with your response?
“Right. It’s all about the bottom line. Good thing you’re here to keep everything under control, Princess.” He leaned back again, out of sight.
But not out of mind, as his words kept tumbling through your head.
“This one’s for you, noona,” Jimin’s voice boomed over the sound system, interrupting your thoughts. You looked up to see him pointing at you, and the band launched into a slinky cover of “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).” Jimin’s smooth voice poured out of the speakers, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover Jin’s laughter behind you.
“Shut it, Jin!”
The band seemed beat by the time rehearsal ended. The ride back to the Blitzen Inn was quiet. You didn’t mind, because you were still trying to make sense of your conversations with Jimin and Jin.
But everyone perked up once they saw what a feast Yoongi had whipped up for dinner. Large slabs of meat, various types of potatoes and grilled vegetables, and freshly baked breads covered the dining room table. As everyone tucked in, Hobi played the gracious host, a role he was well suited to, asking questions and keeping the conversation rolling.
“So, this is your first time visiting the east coast in winter?” he inquired, pouring you some more wine.
“Mmmhmm. Any time I’ve been here before was during the summer.” You swirled your wine, letting it breathe. “I’m a little disappointed, honestly, that there’s no snow. I’ve never seen any.”
“Never?” Jin interjected, looking surprised. “None at all?”
You shook your head sadly.
“Not even at a ski resort or anything?”
“What exactly aren’t you grasping about never, Jin?”
“Well, I have some good news for you, then,” Hobi cut in with a smile. “They’re predicting we’ll get a little dusting tonight. Not much, but enough to cover the ground, at least.”
“It’s gonna snow?” Jungkook looked up from wolfing down his food. “When?”
“Later tonight. Again, it’s probably not going to amount to much, but at least you’ll get to finally see some,” Hobi said to you.
What a pleasant surprise. None of the weather channels you’d monitored prior to the trip had mentioned anything about snow. You didn’t care if it wasn’t going to amount to much - all you wanted to was to see those precious little snowflakes drifting down, just once. That would be more than enough.
“You know, snowy nights are perfect for cuddling by the fire,” Jimin informed you, sliding his chair closer. “Just picture it - you, me, a bottle of wine. Curled up on the couch, keeping each other warm. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“What is this weird obsession with keeping me ‘warm’? Am I giving off hypothermic vibes?” you scoffed, taking a swig of wine.
Jin cackled as you held out your glass for more wine.
Dessert was yet another delicious extravaganza, this time a grand selection of little cakes. Yoongi truly did spoil his guests. Afterward, Jin retired to his room to “network,” which you assumed meant he was probably going to nap. The band took up residence in the library, crowding around the piano as they discussed some tweaks to the concert setlist. Hobi and Yoongi were in the kitchen cleaning, so you had the sitting room to yourself. You turned on a fluffy holiday movie, a guilty pleasure of yours, letting it play in the background as you answered some work emails.
It wasn’t until halfway through the movie - just as the confused protagonist was about to realize she might have feelings for the antagonizing male lead - that you caught something flickering in the fading evening light outside the window.
Quickly setting your work aside, you dashed out into the hallway, grabbing your puffer coat from the rack by the door. Others must’ve noticed the snow as well, judging by the excited shouts you heard behind you as you pulled the front door open.
The world outside was awash in white. Snowflakes tumbled through the air, gently coming to rest on the lawn. You walked through the yard, tempted to spin in circles like the lead of one of those silly holiday movies you loved to hate.
Aw, fuck it.
Arms outstretched, you twirled, giggling to yourself as you tilted your face towards the sky. Opening your mouth, you caught a few flakes, letting them melt away on your tongue.
Eventually, your wandering led you to the gazebo, where you sat on a bench under the Christmas lights, feeling a strange sense of peace. The world was hushed, a serene silence falling over everything. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there when you heard Jin’s voice.
“Oh, I missed it.”
You shifted and saw Jin walking towards the gazebo. He shuffled forward to join you, wrapped in his red plaid coat again, with a navy scarf tied around his neck, a rosy glow on his cheeks as the night air nipped at his face.
“You haven’t missed anything. It’s been snowing for a while.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to see it start. There’s something really magical about those first flakes.”
“Is that so?” Standing, you propped yourself against one of the pillars holding the roof up, and turned your face to the sky to watch the snow, sighing happily. Not even his irksome presence could bother you right now.
He nodded, stepping a little closer. “I grew up in the north, you know. There’s this moment when the cold air gets so crisp, you can almost feel time slowing, like it’s starting to freeze, too. The world stills. And then the clouds themselves begin to fall, bit by bit, fluttering to the ground as tiny snowflakes.”
“Fuck, maybe you should be in PR instead of management. You’re really selling it,” you commented drily.
Jin smiled, huffing a soft laugh. “I’m just trying to explain how beautiful that moment is. I really wanted to experience it again. And I…” He trailed off, shaking his head.
“You what?” you prompted him.
He cleared his throat. “I wanted to see the first snow with you. To share it with you, since I know you’ve never experienced it before.”
You hadn’t realized how close he was standing until you caught his gaze, his eyes shimmering like the delicate flakes that danced around you. His tongue licked nervously at his plump lips as his face angled down towards yours.
He looked so handsome in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, you could almost forget how annoying he was.
“Well, that’s just too bad,” you murmured, stepping down from the gazebo onto the path back to the house.
“Did you enjoy it, at least?” he called out as you retreated.
“It was lovely,” you replied over your shoulder, not looking back.
Nearly everyone had drifted outside to admire the snowfall. Hobi and Yoongi cuddled on the porch swing as Jungkook perched on the edge of the steps, attempting to pack what little snow was on the ground into a snowball. You briefly considered bribing him to aim for Jin.
Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in the doorway. “Come watch the snow with me, noona,” he wheedled, batting his eyelashes. “Look.” He pointed to where a little green sprig dangled over the porch swing. “Want to take a turn after our hosts get up?”
You rolled your eyes. “Give it up, Park.”
“Aw, come on, you don’t want to sit under the mistletoe with me?” He pouted. Despite your best efforts, your gaze flitted to his luscious mouth briefly. You knew millions of his fans would die to be in your shoes at that moment.
If only you could switch with any one of them.
“Believe it or not, I don’t.” you remarked, sweeping past him into the house. Over your shoulder, you called out, “Besides, mistletoe is not romantic. It’s a parasite!”
“Don’t worry. He knows you’re not interested,” a deep voice rang out from the library as you passed by.
You wandered into the room to find Taehyung sitting at the baby grand, fingers gently coaxing a soft melody from the keys.
“What did you say?”
“Jimin.” His dark eyes assessed you as you took a seat in a plump armchair near the wall of books. “He knows. He’s just flirting for show.”
“Jimin? The world renowned player?” You frowned. “Flirting is his first language. What do you mean, it’s for ‘show’?”
“He’s acting. Playing the part written for him, to prevent the truth from getting out.”
You were lost. “And that is…?”
“He’s celibate.”
“Shut up!” You popped upright, stunned. “But… all those scandals! What about the flings, the one night stands?
“They never existed.” The key changed, shifting to minor. “All lies, dreamt up by Beyond the Sound, to deflect from the reality of the situation.”
“Why?” Once again, you found yourself struggling to understand. “Why would they fabricate such wild stories? Why hide the fact he’s celibate?”
Taehyung laughed mirthlessly. “To mold him into their desired image. Who wants a lead singer who’s abstinate? Euphoria needs a sexy star for fans to ooh and ahh over.”
Mulling his words, you fell silent, allowing Taehyung’s song to wash over you as you reflected. He was such a gifted pianist, and you mourned all the music he’d never been given the chance to play, being forced to perform Beyond the Sound’s dreck instead.
“Taehyung… when you were working on the punk album… why did you lock yourself in the studio for six days?”
If the sudden change in topic threw him, you wouldn’t know it. He continued to play as he answered. “I never did that. That’s when I flew back to Korea, to be with my family when my father was ill.” He dipped his head, striking the keys hard as the music swelled. “But we couldn’t have that getting out, could we? Wouldn’t exactly look like a tempermental artiste if it turned out that not only did I not write the album, but I spent the time I was supposed to be doing so at my ailing father’s bedside.”
Fuck, was anything you’d ever heard at work even remotely true?
“And what about Jungkook? I remember Irene comparing him to a wild animal, running untamed.”
He gave you a look. “You’ve seen him. He’s not some feral beast. He's… he’s a puppy. Too much energy, sure, but also full of boundless enthusiasm. And sweetness. He’d do anything for any of us, even our hosts if they asked.”
You ruminated for a moment. “Okay, so, basically, everything I know about Euphoria is a lie. But… why are you telling me all of this?” you asked.
He shrugged, fingers gently coaxing out quiet notes as the song began to diminuendo. “If I can be blunt?”
Waving your hand, you granted him permission.
“You don’t strike me as the next Irene. Or Sejin. You still have a soul.” He grinned sadly. “Don’t let Beyond the Sound take that from you.”
You blinked. Well, shit, you had told him he could be blunt.
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck ten.
“Don’t stay up too late, Taehyung,” you advised as you stood to leave. “Even if we don’t have an early start tomorrow, you should still get some rest.”
“Noted, noona.”
As you crossed the room, he called out your name, and you paused in the doorway.
“Maybe we’re not the only ones who deserve a second look.” His song ended, the last note sustaining as he turned to face you.
Okay, he was getting a little too personal now. But damn if he didn’t have perfect timing. Like a true artist.
With a curt nod, you walked away, heading for the quiet respite of your bed, and the blissful promise of sleep.
Snow. Everywhere you looked, as you stared out the window the next morning. The world was covered in white, shimmering in the cloud-filtered glow of the morning sun.
Bundling up in your robe, still dressed in your silky pajama set, you trudged downstairs and found Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi already gathered in the sitting room, watching the news. All were still in their pajamas as well. Jin was of course wearing a set of Louis Vuitton sleepwear. At this point, you assumed he’d just bought out the entire boutique.
“That’s right, Bob, as you can see here, we’re up to 13 inches and snow is still coming down! Looks like we might get that white Christmas after all!” the orange-hued weatherman yapped as he pointed to the screen behind him.
“Someone needs to lay off the self-tanner,” Jin snarked as Yoongi greeted you with a steaming mug of coffee. You were really going to miss the incredible service here when you returned home.
“Did he say 13 inches?” you inquired, blowing into your beverage.
Hobi nodded. “So far!”
Walking over to the windows, you peered outside. The road leading to the house was nowhere in sight. Yoongi joined you, munching on a biscuit held in one hand, the other clutching his coffee.
“At what time do they plow the road?”
Hobi and Yoongi laughed before they caught your expression.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Hobi blinked.
You frowned. “Sorry, lifelong beachtown resident here. I don’t know how it works when it snows. The city plows the roads, don’t they?” Leaving Yoongi at the window, you plopped down on the couch, grabbing a biscuit from a tray on the coffee table and slathering on some butter.
“Sure, they plow public roads. But we’re on a private road out here. So we’d have to plow it ourselves. And we don’t own anything that could do the job.” Yoongi explained. Almost 24 hours in their house and this was the first time you’d heard Yoongi actually speak.
“Plus, anyone who could do it for us is going to be busy today. And even if we could get the road plowed, the snow hasn’t actually stopped. So if you leave, you might end up snowed in somewhere else.” Hobi continued. “Or worse, you could get into a horrible accident on the slick roads.”
Jin sipped his coffee. “That all sounds terrible. Essentially, you’re saying we’re stuck here.” “For now, at least,” Hobi stated.
You and Jin exchanged a look. But before you could speak, a loud whoop sounded from upstairs. The two of you rushed to the doorway to see what was happening. “WOOOOOO! LOOK AT ALL THAT SNOW!”
Jungkook stampeded down the stairs, clad in only a towel. His dark purple hair dripped puddles on the hardwood as he dashed barefoot to the front door, wrenching it open. “I’m gonna make snow angels!” he shouted as he sprinted outside.
“What just happened?” you asked, stunned.
“Am I seeing things or is he only wearing a towel?” Jin asked.
From his post at the window, Yoongi smirked. “Well, he was wearing a towel.”
The speed with which you snapped out of your trance and ran outside was nothing short of superhuman. “Jungkook, naked snow angels aren’t a thing!!”
By midday, the snowfall total was up to 18 inches. And there seemed to be no end in sight.
“I don’t understand,” you groused, still in your robe, still on the couch. “Aren’t these people supposed to be professionals? Don’t they make an entire career out of predicting this stuff? How did they not see this coming??”
Irene had done an incredible amount of legwork for the trip, including compiling initial weather reports and consulting almanacs to determine how close to the holiday the concert could occur without the threat of inclement weather. Once you’d taken over, you’d done the same, making sure to keep updated on any changes that could potentially derail the concert.
Not a single report had said anything about a freaking blizzard.
You mentally added meteorologists to your ever-growing list of enemies. It was practically a novel at this point.
Everyone was now gathered in the sitting room, all staring at the tv in surprise and dismay. Well, you were dismayed. Jungkook was thrilled, Taehyung and Jimin were a strange mix of concerned and excited, and Hobi and Yoongi were indifferent.
And Jin? He was relaxed as always.
“It is what it is,” Jin proclaimed sagely. You stopped glaring at the weatherman long enough to glare at him instead. “What? I’m just saying, we can’t do anything or go anywhere right now. Might as well make the best of it.”
“That’s the idea!” Hobi chirped, nudging his husband. “Yoongs, maybe we can whip up a special snow day dinner for everyone? Something to warm them and lift their spirits at the same time.”
Yoongi tipped his head, contemplating. “Let me see what I have to work with. Maybe some sort of stew? Of course, if we’re having stew, I’ll need to bake some sort of crusty bread to go with it…” He trailed off as he strolled into the kitchen.
“Perfect.” Hobi clapped his hands, rubbing them excitedly. “Until then, we have plenty to keep you entertained! In addition to books, there are puzzles and games in the library. And we have lots of extra winter gear on hand, in case anyone wants to go outside.”
“If anyone needs me, I’ll be napping.” Taehyung announced as he disappeared upstairs.
“You said there are puzzles in the library?” Jimin inquired, drawing a curious look from you. “Some people meditate. I do jigsaws, okay? They’re very calming.” He wandered off in search of his zen.
“Jungkook, have you ever made a snowman?”
Jungkook just looked at Hobi with wide eyes, who giggled and gestured for the drummer to follow him.
“Hey, do you hear that?” Jin cupped his hand behind his ear.
“I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly! Isn’t it wonderful?” Jin grinned. “If this snow gets us out of babysitting for a few hours, then it can’t be that bad, can it?” He stretched and leaned back on the couch, flipping idly through the channels. “I think I’m just going to watch a movie. What about you?”
“Are you serious?” you sputtered incredulously. “What am I going to do? I’m going to do my job! Which is what you should be doing!”
Confusion twisted Jin’s pretty features. “What exactly am I supposed to do? Did you not just have the same conversation as the rest of us? We’re stuck here!”
“Just because our hosts don’t want to hire a plow doesn’t mean we should just give up! I refuse to believe we’re just housebound for the day. There has to be a way to get someone out here to dig us out!”
“The band will be fine if they can’t rehearse today. They’re pros.”
All you could think about was your boss’s threat about Irene not being the only one leaving Beyond the Sound. “Sure, that’s fine, but what about the fan signing event tonight? We need that support!”
Jin frowned, eyebrows drawing in tight. “Come on, you heard what Hobi and Yoongi said. The plows are going to be busy with public roads. And we shouldn’t go out there until the snow stops. Do you really want to spend the night at that Christmas shop if we end up snowed in?”
You threw up your hands. “No, of course not! But I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I’m not built that way.”
“Built what way?”
“Built like you!”
“Yah, what does that mean?” He blinked, sitting up.
“It means that I can’t just take it easy and smile and wink and expect everything to magically fall into place for me!” All the frustration that had been building as the snow fell was starting to bubble to the surface as your voice rose slightly. “If you can’t use your charms to get it done, then it’s not getting done! Meanwhile I work my ass off, because I actually give a damn about my job!”
“Again with the snide comments about me not taking things seriously! Is that really what you think of me?” Jin asked, jumping to his feet. “That I’m some lazy asshole who doesn’t give a shit?” “Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck and shoots finger guns like a fucking lameass duck... ” Springing to your feet, you took a step forward as he stepped back. “Yes, that’s exactly what I think!”
At that moment, Yoongi walked into the room carrying a tray of cookies. Spotting the two of you circling the coffee table in an intense standoff, he smoothly executed a swift one-eighty degree turn, and walked back out of the room.
“Are you kidding me? I’m the only one here who cares!”
Laughing dismissively, you doubled over. “You? YOU? Come the fuck on!”
“Yes, me! Because I am the only one concerned about our clients!”
Red. Your vision literally turned red for a second as your blood boiled. “Excuse me?? How dare you insinuate that I don’t care about them!”
“It’s true!” he nearly shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke. “You care about the job, sure - just the numbers! Ratings, views, sales. That’s it! That’s all you give a damn about! Meanwhile, I’m trying to ensure that our clients - the actual living breathing musicians we’re meant to serve, the people - are safe and sound and happy! Look at right now, for example - you really want to send them out there in this?” He waved his hand towards the window. “Why? Just so they can sell a few albums?”
“It’s not just a few albums, it’s also our jobs on the line,” you hissed.
Jin just shook his head. “Not to mention, they’ve told us how miserable they are with Beyond the Sound - don’t look so shocked, I know what they’ve said to you, because they’ve said it to me, too! But all you do is recite the company line to get them to shut up and do whatever is best for the numbers - not what is best for them!”
A loud voice hollered from upstairs. You and Jin drifted into the hallway to peer up the stairs at Taehyung, who leaned over the railing, looking pissed off in his plaid pajamas.
“Some people are trying to sleep! Either take this outside, or buy me some better ear plugs!”
Neither of you responded, locked in a fierce staring contest.
“Well?” You gestured in Taehyung’s direction. “Your client is not happy, Jin! Shouldn’t you do something about it?”
Jin glared at you. “Just tell me - are you planning on doing your oh-so-important work out of this room today?”
You blinked, confused at the abrupt shift. “Maybe? I haven’t decided yet, why?”
“Because,” he yelled over his shoulder as he stomped up the stairs, “I want to be wherever you are not!” He punctuated his sentence by slamming his bedroom door shut.
Jimin’s head poked out of the library doorway. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Uh-oh, Mom and Dad are fighting. Looks like we’re getting two Christmases this year!”
“Shut it, Park!” you snapped, whirling and stalking back into the sitting room. Sinking onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling, wondering exactly when things had gone from potential nightmare to outright catastrophic disaster.
Despite you doing your best all afternoon to find one, there were no plows anywhere even remotely nearby who could dig you out. Which meant the fan-signing event at Santa’s Workshop had to be cancelled.
By the time dinner ended, you were starting to worry that the concert tomorrow might also suffer the same fate.
And that no matter how hard you tried, you weren’t going to pull off this assignment after all.
A long dram of your hot cocoa did little to settle your nerves, despite the large kick of peppermint schnapps Yoongi had generously added for you. This was your second mug, and you were still too keyed up to feel the effects of the liquor.
“At some point, it will stop snowing, right?” You asked the question half in jest, gazing out the window of the sitting room at the flakes that just kept falling and falling, but the tone of your voice betrayed your anxiety.
For once, you’d gotten your wish. The world outside was indeed a sea of white. Unfortunately, it seemed to be just as boundless as the ocean itself.
“Don’t worry,” Hobi said comfortingly, “it can’t snow forever.” He was lying on one of the velvet couches, still keeping an eye on the weather channel.
Jimin and Yoongi sat on the floor around the coffee table, assembling a jigsaw of a covered bridge together. Jungkook was draped across the other couch, lost in his VR headset again. You could hear Taehyung in the library, tickling the ivories and providing you with rather soothing background music.
Or it would have been soothing were you not wound so tightly that you were about to pop.
Jin had returned to his room as soon as the dishes were cleared from the dinner table. You were fine with that. Let the baby pout. After what he’d said to you, accusing you of only caring about numbers, you hoped you didn’t see his stupid face again for as long as possible.
Yoongi glanced up at his husband, idly flipping a puzzle piece over in his long fingers. “Remember that snowstorm two years ago? Snowed for almost 48 hours straight. I think that’s the longest I’ve ever seen.” You must’ve looked frightened at the prospect of the snow continuing for another day, because he hastily added, “But I’m sure that won’t be the case today. That was a freak storm, a fluke.”
“You mean, a fluke like an unexpected blizzard?” you squeaked.
Yoongi’s mouth set in a firm line. “This is why I usually don’t talk to our guests.”
Hobi rubbed his husband’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, dear.”
“If the concert’s cancelled, is it really the end of the world?” Jimin mused. “The album will drop no matter what. Our fans know it’s coming.”
You bit your lip, remembering Sejin’s words. “There’s a lot more riding on this than you know, Park,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from the others in the room to stare forlornly out the window.
As you watched the swirling eddies of snow drift past the window, something gnawed at you.
You’d always known Beyond the Sound was a greedy corporation, bent on dominating the charts and keeping the cash flowing in. You weren’t naive. Or at least, you hadn’t thought you were. But how had you missed the way your company was treating its clients? You truly thought they were being taken care of while Beyond the Sound rode their success all the way to the bank.
All the conversations you’d had in the past 24 hours left you unsettled, and had you wondering if you even wanted your promotion anymore. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking of it as already yours. Maybe if the concert got cancelled, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, as Jimin had said… even if you lost your job?
Damn, the schnapps must’ve been kicking in, if you were contemplating unemployment without batting an eye.
With a sigh, you wandered away from the window. It was funny how quickly you’d tired of that unending whiteness outside.
Hobi patted the space on the couch next to him and you took a seat.
“So now what?” you asked. “We just… sit here and keep waiting?”
“Yep.” Hobi ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he leaned against his legs. You averted your gaze, trying to ignore the way your heart panged at the soft sight. It had been so long since someone had stroked your hair like that. “We hunker down and wait for it to pass. Eventually, we’ll have to dig ourselves out, and figure out the plow situation. But until the snow stops, there’s nothing for us to do, but eat, drink, and be merry!” He grinned, his sunny personality not dimmed in the slightest by the stressful situation unfolding around him.
What it must be like to be an optimist. Couldn’t be you.
“We’ll be fine, noona,” Jimin concurred, smiling reassuringly. “As long as the - “
The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Total, complete blackness, almost smothering you. Your heart leapt into your throat.
“ - power doesn’t go out.”
Yoongi’s voice piped up. “You just had to say something about the power, didn’t you?”
An hour later, the electricity was still out. Candles placed around the sitting room provided weak illumination, shadows flickering as everyone settled in around the fireplace.
Well, everyone minus Jin, who remained in his room. Maybe he was sleeping through the blackout. Maybe he was still being a jerk. Those things weren’t mutually exclusive.
You’d finally shed your bathrobe, replacing it with the down comforter from your bed. Everyone else was similarly bundled in their bedding as you waited to find out what was going on outside.
A hand-cranked radio brought you bad news - the power was out for more than half the state, with no estimates of when it would return. Your hosts had some minor good news, in that they had a gas-powered generator, but it could only run for 12 hours max before it would need refilling. And that would be difficult to do if it kept snowing.
“We should reserve the generator to power the fridge and to keep the water from the well running,” Yoongi explained. “For now, I think it’s best we all hang out downstairs, where the fireplaces can help us stay warm.”
“What about Jin-hyung?” a pile of blankets on the floor asked. A purple-haired head poked out. “Should someone go get him?”
Everyone looked at you.
“Why me?” you bristled. “You all heard that asshole earlier. Fuck, I think the surrounding states heard him announce he doesn’t want to be anywhere near me!”
“Maybe this is a good chance to apologize,” Taehyung intoned, leveling a look in your direction. You shot back a glare, and he suddenly seemed to find the dancing flames in the fireplace very interesting.
Jimin wouldn’t meet your eye, and Jungkook dove back into his blankets. With a frustrated sigh, you arranged your comforter around yourself like a cape, and angrily stalked upstairs.
Armed with a flashlight, courtesy of Hobi, you exhaled loudly before knocking on Jin’s door.
“Jin? Are you awake?”
Silence. He was probably sleeping after all. Well, you tried, so maybe everyone could get off your back.
A muffled voice called out as you turned to leave. “What do you want?”
Just the sound of his voice made your teeth clench. “Everyone’s downstairs waiting for the power to come back. It’s warmer down there, with the fireplaces. You should come down too.”
No response.
“Jin, did you hear me? You shouldn’t stay upstairs right now.” You frowned. “Don’t freeze your ass off because you’re a stubborn - “
The door flew open, and your rant died on your lips as you were met by a very rumpled Jin, who’d clearly just woken up. His normally polished facade was missing. Instead, he looked very soft, eyes blinking sleepily, mouth yawning gently. He still wore his pajama pants, but he’d removed his top.
Your eyes swept over his broad chest and the curve of his biceps as he leaned his arm on the doorframe. He was more well-built than you’d ever imagined, a slight ripple of abs greeting you as you jerked your gaze away before it drifted too far south.
Not that you’d ever imagined him shirtless. Of course not.
Well, maybe when you’d first met, before he’d opened his mouth.
Suddenly incredibly conscious of where you were looking, you stared at his hair. Such majestic fluff, the shiny strands bouncing as he dragged a hand over his face, peering at you questioningly. You longed to run your fingers through it. It probably felt like silk.
Okay, no more schnapps for you.
“Stubborn what?”
You shook your head. “Nevermind. Look, just come down, okay? There’s no estimate on when the power will return, so we’re keeping warm by the fire.”
The gaze that swept over you was cold, appraising. “Nah. I’m fine here.”
Jin tried to close the door, but you stuck your foot in, blocking it. He kept pushing, and you shoved against the door, stumbling through the gap into his room.
“Hey! I’m trying to keep you from dying of hypothermia, you prick!” you snapped, yanking your blanket through the door as it swung shut. You set the flashlight on the floor, aiming it upward so that the room was dimly lit by the beam.
He just huffed out a noisy breath, flopping onto his bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not that cold.”
“Not yet, but it will be, the longer we go without the heating on.”
“Oh, now you’re an expert on how exposure works? Great. Let me just settle in for this lecture,” he grumbled, burying his face into his pillow.
You were cursed. That was the only explanation for why you were stuck with this giant manbaby, in an unexpected blizzard, during the most important week of your career.
And you were over it.
Tossing your blanket cape to the floor, you stalked across the room and jumped onto his bed, jostling him violently.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he yelped, rolling onto his back. You drew yourself up onto your knees, straddling his calves as you glared down at him.
“Clearly, you and I are never going to see eye-to-eye on how we work. That’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. I just need you to stop being a baby and come downstairs because I’m pretty sure I’m not getting that promotion if I return to work without you because you froze to death!”
Jin sat up quickly, knocking you off balance as his face suddenly came within inches of yours. “Yah, that promotion is mine, first of all! And secondly, I’m not going to freeze!”
“Why can’t you just do what I’m asking you to?” you snarled, poking him in the chest.
“Why can’t you just realize that maybe your way isn’t the only way!” he retorted, grabbing your hand.
“You drive me insane!”
His eyes flashed as he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer. “The feeling’s mutual, Princess!”
Before you could shout once again about that irritating nickname, his lips smashed against yours.
Despite the quickly chilling room around you, you were burning up, flames licking at your skin as Jin ran his hands down your back, holding you flush against him as your mouths fought for dominance. Biting, tongues colliding, grunting and sighing into one another.
Fuck, he was an incredible kisser. His plump lips felt like heaven as they tangoed viciously with yours. Why the fuck were you always fighting, when you could be doing this instead?
“I bet you’ve been dreaming about this, Princess,” he murmured, mouth gliding down your neck.
Oh, right, because he was a complete asshat.
“Hardly.” Your teeth found his earlobe and you nibbled sharply, making him gasp. “I’m only doing this so you’ll shut the fuck up for a moment and listen to me.”
He laughed, lips vibrating against your throat, and then it was your turn to gasp as he threw you onto your back, covering your body with his own.
The solid warmth of him did nothing to cool you down as he kissed you urgently. Hands roamed everywhere. Your fingers combed through his messy hair, and you belatedly noted that the strands were in fact as smooth as satin.
Jin’s lips trailed down your chest, over your shirt, and stopped at your waist. “I don’t suppose you’d want to take this off,” he said, jerking on the hem of your top, “considering we might turn into icicles at any second.”
Scowling, you shoved him away. “Shut the fuck up and undress me.” Less talking, more action. You didn’t want to think anymore.
You just wanted to feel.
Jin complied, ridding you of your pajamas in seconds. He let out an appreciative hum when he noticed that you wore nothing underneath, hands immediately flying to your breasts, caressing them. Urging you to lie back down, his mouth closed in until he captured a nipple between his teeth.
For several heavenly minutes, no words were spoken. The only sounds in the room were the wet noises of his mouth as he suckled at your tits, lavishing both with attention, and the sighs of satisfaction that spilled from your lips.
Eventually, you broke the spell. “Jin.”
“Mmm?” he hummed around your nipple. Dark eyes gazed at you, and you clenched at the heat you recognized in them.
It was the same blaze that burned in you.
“As nice as this is, can we move things along?” Your pussy ached terribly, dying for his touch.
He snorted, pulling off your tit with a pop. “You really can’t stop and enjoy yourself for very long, can you? Always down to business.”
You would’ve argued, but as he spoke, his hand sank between your legs, finding and stroking your clit. So instead, all that came out was, “Hnnnnnghhh,” as you bucked against him.
“Maybe I need to help you, huh? Show you how to relax.” He licked a line between your breasts, down your navel, towards where his slender fingers were now sliding through your folds. “Ah, so wet. Good. You’re gonna need to be soaking for me.”
“What does that - ohhhhh.”
One long finger slipped inside, crooking, dragging against your inner wall. Your eyes slipped shut in bliss.
Only to reopen in surprise as his mouth closed around your clit.
If you’d thought his lips felt amazing against your mouth, the sensation of him kissing that tiny bud was out of this world. His finger continued to slide inside you as he licked at your slit.
“More,” you demanded breathily, hands digging into the soft sheets of his bed. He was moving too slowly for your liking - wasn’t he burning up, too?
“Patience, Princess. I have to get you ready,” he insisted, slipping a second finger inside. You tossed your head back at the intrusion.
“What the… oh… the fuck do you mean, get me ready? I’m not a fucking virgin, dumbass.”
In response, Jin removed his hand, making you whimper at the loss. He jumped off of the bed and untied the drawstring on his pajama bottoms, letting them drop to the floor.
Holy fucking shit.
“Holy fucking shit,” you gasped, staring at the biggest cock you’d ever seen. Outside of porn, at least. No wonder he was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was easy to know you could always stand on your own two feet when you a third fucking leg to back you up.
He merely grinned, lazily stroking himself as he watched your reaction. “Like I said. I have to get you ready.”
That was going inside you? Fuck. “Well, then get back here and fucking get to work!”
“As you wish, Princess.” He climbed back onto the bed, once again settling between your legs.
“Jin, enough with the damn nicknaooohhhhh.” Your snipe turned into a moan as his fingers scissored you open. A third finger joined the fray and you were lost in rapture for a moment. Even though the stretch felt unusual, the way Jin pumped his hand made your toes curl.
His other hand splayed on your stomach, holding you in place no matter how much you squirmed. He lowered his head to nibble on your thighs, making you squeak, before his tongue plunged into your core.
“I could do this all night,” he professed, grinning mischievously. His chin was slick with your wetness. The sight was incredibly obscene and incredibly arousing. “Just lie here, tasting you, making you come undone on my fingers. Would you like that?”
“Nnnnnoooo,” you groaned, knowing that the way your body reacted to his touches told a different story.
He laughed, eyes crinkling with delight, fingers never ceasing. “I don’t believe you. As a matter of fact, I think I should do just that. Make you cum again and again. Show you how to enjoy yourself.” He licked his lips. “I know I’m enjoying you, that’s for damn sure.”
Part of you wanted to lie there and make him fulfill his threatened promises. But you could see his massive dick as it slapped against his stomach, and all you wanted was to go for a ride.
“Jin.” Somehow you managed to bite back a moan long enough to speak. “Either get me off right now or fuck me.”
“Again with the orders!” He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Fine. Have it your way, Princess.”
This time, when he pulled his hand away, you didn’t whimper. You full-on wailed.
His shoulders shook with laughter as he rummaged through his suitcase, searching for a condom. “I’m just doing what you told me! See, I’m listening! Isn’t that what you wanted?”
What you wanted was to kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.
He knelt on the bed, making eye contact as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. You shuddered with anticipation, and a little apprehension. Sure, you weren’t a virgin, but none of the men you’d ever been with had been anywhere near as big as Jin.
As if he read your mind, Jin rubbed your thigh soothingly. “We’ll go slow, okay?”
You nodded.
Hovering over you, propped up on one elbow while lining himself up with the other hand, Jin dipped his head to kiss your neck. You tipped your head back, exposing more of your throat, and he took advantage of the slight distraction to slide in.
“Ohhhh.” He didn’t plunge all the way, just enough for you to feel a stretch. He wasn’t just long, he was also girthy, and the combination was intense.
“Okay?” he asked, lips tracing your ear.
He kept slowly sliding in, checking in with you, until he finally bottomed out. The feeling was unbelievable.
“Still doing all right?”
“I think I can feel you in the back of my throat.”
“And yet somehow, you keep talking.”
“Hey! I - “
He silenced you with a kiss. But it was different than before. Unhurried. As if he had all the time in the world and he intended to use every second.
And then he began to move.
You felt every inch of every stroke with your entire body, nerves alight with overwhelming pleasure. He slowly fucked you, hooking one arm under your thigh and bending it back until your knee pressed into your chest, opening you up even more to him.
He hit you so deep, you saw stars. Literal bursts of light with every thrust. Your nails scraped down his back as you clung to him, nearly out of your mind as you drowned in him. Nuzzling his face in your neck, he murmured how amazing you felt, how fucking tight you were, that you were doing so well, praising you as you writhed beneath him.
“Jin, fuck,” you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.
At first, you thought he was huffing for breath, but you quickly realized he was laughing.
“What do you think I’m doing, Princess?”
“Are you seriously cracking stupid jokes right now? Making yourself laugh?!” you grunted as his hips stopped moving while he cackled. “I thought you said it’s only fun for you if others cum first? I’m not fucking cumming yet!”
“Ah, you’re right, you’re not. I guess I should do something about that.”
“No, forget it, I’ll do it myself.” Frustrated, you pushed him away. He retreated to a sitting position, back against the headboard, and you crawled into his lap.
“You wanna ride this big cock?” he cooed.
“Shut the fuck up, Jin.” Obviously, yes, that is what you wanted to do.
“Whatever you want, Princess.” He smirked wickedly, tousled hair falling into his glimmering eyes.
That. Fucking. Name.
Positioning yourself above his large cock, you stared him dead in the eye as you impaled yourself, punctuating your words with every bounce of your hips.
“I fucking told you to stop!” bounce “Calling!” bounce “Me!” bounce “PRINCESS!”
You rode him like a woman possessed, hellbent on chasing your end. He hissed as your hips rolled, and tightened his arms around you.
“What should I call you, then? Hmm?” His lips brushed against your collarbone as he traced his way back to your breasts, tongue swirling circles in your skin as you arched into his hot mouth. “My queen? Sweetheart? Baby?”
A whine escaped your lips, high and needy, at that last word. You clapped a hand over your mouth, as if you could shove it back in, but it was too late. He’d heard.
“Oh, you like that? You want me to call you baby?” He suddenly lurched forward, and you found yourself on your back again. You mewled, and his tongue ran along your neck as he pumped away.
“Okay, baby, you got it.” Over and over, he buried himself deep inside you. His hands knotted in your hair, cradling your head. He kissed you breathless, tongue diving into your mouth and tangling with your own.
He felt so good, but you didn’t want to make love, you wanted him to fuck you and make you cum so hard you forgot your own name, so once again you shoved him away, and then swiftly flipped over, rising onto your hands and knees.
“Enough sweet talk,” you spat, glancing over your shoulder. “Are you going to make me cum or what?” You wiggled your ass.
Jin growled - audibly growled - and wrapped his large hands around your hips as he sank inside you again. You groaned at the change in angle, feeling his dick kiss your cervix, and began to pant as he pounded into you.
“Is this what my baby wants? Just a good, rough fuck?” Teeth sank into your shoulder, and you muffled a scream by pressing your face into a pillow. “Huh?”
You nodded, only to jump in shock as a hand swiftly smacked your ass. “Ah!”
“Use your words, baby,” he commanded. “I know you’re not shy. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck, yes, give it to me hard,” you moaned.
He grunted, palm slapping your ass again, and you rolled your face to the side, swearing as the tempo of his rutting increased.
“Ah! Ah! Fuck!”
“You look so fucking good, all bent over for me.” Another smack landed on your cheek. “Always knew you would take this cock so well.”
“Stop talking!” you sneered, rubbing your clit furiously. “Just get me off!”
His fingers pinched your nipples and you yelped. “Still giving orders? Do I need to fuck you harder? Hold on, baby.”
There was no way he could possibly pound you any more furiously. And yet. He had you practically bouncing off the bed as he began to grunt harshly. Beyond words, all you could do was choke out strangled sobs as his hips slammed into you mercilessly.
“Is that what you need?”
“Ah! Yes!”
His strong hands flattened against your stomach, pulling you so your back was flush against his chest. He stilled for a moment, and you fought to catch your breath. You were a fucking mess, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you reclined against him, wanting more more more.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” his husky voice rumbled in your ear. “I wanna feel this sweet cunt cum all over me. Are you ready?”
All you could do was moan.
“All right. Help me out.” He slid two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”
You swirled your tongue over his long digits, keening as he slowly pulled his dick out and plunged back in again, thrusting into you so deeply, your eyes rolled back into your head. He hissed as your teeth grazed the rough skin of his fingers.
His other hand slid towards your throat.
“Want me to?” he whispered into your ear.
You nodded, then remembered how to speak. “Please!”
“If it’s too much, tap three times. Show me,” he rasped.
You tapped his arm once, twice, then a third time. Then you whined as his soaking fingers found your clit, rubbing the sensitive bead frantically.
Jin began to squeeze the sides of your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you dizzy. His grip held you in place as he continued to snap his hips into you, all the while never stopping the way he strummed your clit.
Your head began to spin, from the lack of oxygen combined with the intense pleasure radiating from your core, where Jin’s thick cock and stroking fingers were too much, it was all too much, and you couldn’t take it, you couldn’t -
“Let go,” he ordered you, and his hand fell away from your neck.
You inhaled, blood rushing, eyes closing, legs collapsing as you shattered into a million pieces in Jin’s arms.
White-hot pulses of sheer ecstasy rolled through you as you climaxed with a loud cry. Jin held you up with one arm as he felt your walls tighten around him, and then he was cumming, face buried in your hair as he cursed a filthy string of obscenities.
Jin released his grip on your stomach, and you dropped onto the bed, exhausted, smothering your face into the pillow. He laid on his back next to you, his arm over his eyes as his chest heaved.
“You okay, baby?” A hand reached out, gently stroking your back as you tried to steady your breathing.
Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to want to cuddle now, was he? Your mind began to clear as your high abated, and the reality of what you’d just done hit you hard.
“I hope that was good for you, Jin, because it’s never happening again.” Throwing one leg over the edge of the bed, you tried to slip out, but a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and you found yourself locked in his embrace instead.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you running off to, baby?”
You wriggled, trying to break free. How was he so strong? “I’m not running, we’re just done. And stop calling me baby. You don’t have to keep saying that, the moment’s passed.”
Jin spoke, voice a little more subdued than usual. “Right, the moment’s over. Back to business, then?”
He let go, and you rolled away. In no time, you were dressed, wrapping your comforter around yourself again. You grabbed the flashlight, and as the beam shifted, you caught sight of Jin’s face. Something you couldn’t identify shifted across it.
You blinked, and it was gone. The smooth facade was back in place as he looked at you.
“I’ll be down later. The cool air feels good right now.”
It did, but you still wanted to leave.
“Okay. We’ll save you a spot by the fire.”
A vague hum answered you as the door swung shut.
You awake feeling stiff the next morning, curled in a little ball. Stretching, you extended your legs over the edge of your bed, kicking your feet.
Oh shit, right, you didn’t sleep in your bed last night.
From your makeshift bed on the couch in the sitting room, you glanced down at where Jimin was sitting, rubbing his head.
“Sorry, Park,” you apologized. Wincing slightly, you sat up. You were very sore, but there was no way to stretch that out.
Jungkook was sprawled on the other couch, with Taehyung splayed on the floor below. Both were snoring lightly. You assumed Yoongi and Hobi were in their bedroom, since it had a fireplace of its own.
And there was Jin, curled up on the floor behind the couch.
You watched him sleep, contemplating. What if you hadn’t run away last night? Would it really have been so bad to wake up in those arms?
“Good morning,” Hobi called out as he entered the room. You put a finger to your mouth, pointing to the men still sleeping. He ducked his head slightly, and beckoned for you to follow him, pantomiming drinking to let you know there was coffee.
Wrapping yourself in your comforter like a human burrito, you wandered into the dining room, Jimin trailing close behind. There were already cinnamon rolls on the table, steaming hot, and mugs waiting for coffee.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but the electricity came back during the night,” Yoongi said, carrying a pot of coffee out of the kitchen.
That explained why you felt so warm in your blanket. The heat was on.
“And in other good news…” Hobi pointed at the window.
“It stopped snowing!” you cheered. You grabbed your mug to peek out the window. The snow was piled so high. There was probably no point in even bothering to ask about a plow coming, but you felt compelled to anyway. “We’re still not going anywhere today, are we?”
Hobi shook his head. “I’m sorry. I hate to say it, but I think you’re going to be stuck here a while longer.”
“So the concert is probably off,” Jimin said, pouring some sugar into his coffee.
You nodded. “I’m afraid so.”
“The concert’s off?” Jungkook asked as he stumbled into the room, yawning.
“Yeah. Concert’s off, power’s on, snow’s stopped. Have some coffee,” Jimin replied.
Before long, Taehyung wandered in, hair impressively fluffy from his slumber, and then Jin, once again clad in his full pajama set, taking the seat next to you. Word about the concert rippled around the table as Yoongi set out another ridiculous breakfast.
You tore into a second cinnamon roll, again lamenting that eventually you’d have to leave this place and Yoongi’s amazing meals behind, and were about to ask Hobi how he and Yoongi met when Jin cleared his throat.
“Hey.” He bent towards you, voice hushed. “Can we talk about last night?”
You stared at him, horrified. He wanted to talk about what you’d done, here? At the breakfast table? In front of everyone and your cinnamon roll?
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you whispered, sipping your coffee.
“Really?” Jin shot you a look. “You have no comment about what we did? Not even the way I choked you until you came on my big dick?”
Coffee shot into your nose as you inhaled sharply at his words. Hobi reached over and patted you on the back, trying to help you clear your lungs. You glared at Jin as you recovered.
“Watch what you say!” you hissed. “This isn’t the place or time!” You also wanted to ask if he was incapable of referring to his own dick without commenting on the size, but really didn’t want to be overheard.
“So where and when, then?”
“Nowhere and never!” Tossing your napkin on the table, you abruptly stood. “I’m going to go shower,” you announced to the table, and quickly strode away before Jin could respond, dragging your blanket behind you like a fuzzy tail.
Minutes after you’d retreated to the safety of your room, you lay on your bed, wrapped once again in your comforter. You knew you should shower, but you didn’t want to move. What you wanted, actually, was to become one with the bed. Just transform into a non-sentient pile of fluff and live out the rest of your days without having to think at all.
A knock came at the door. Jin called out your name. “Come on. Let me in.”
“Go away!” you shouted, fuming. “Can’t you take a hint? I don’t want to talk!”
“Fine. Then we won’t talk. Just open up.”
What the fuck did that mean? You opened the door to find him reclining against the doorframe on the other side.
Why was he always leaning over you? Staring down at you with those big brown eyes, those long lashes, that pretty pink mouth.
Yanking him by the collar of his shirt, you pulled him inside your room, slamming the door shut. He reacted lightning fast, spinning you around and pinning you against the door.
You glowered up at him, angry that he wouldn’t leave you alone. Angry at yourself for not wanting him to. Daring him silently to make the first move, because you’d be damned if you would.
He did.
Lips. On your mouth, your cheek, your ear. Like he was marking territory, claiming every inch of skin available. Sliding the neck of your pajama top over so he could kiss your collarbone, your shoulder.
“You don’t want to talk?” he huffed in the crook of your neck. “Fine. I can be quiet.” He lifted his head, lust blazing in his eyes. “But can you?”
His hand suddenly cupped between your legs, grinding his palm against your core. You keened at the friction. “Fuuuuck, Jin!”
“Shhhh,” he murmured, dropping to his knees. “No talking.”
He tugged your pajama bottoms to the ground. His hands roamed over your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart, goosebumps spreading over your skin at his touch.
“Jin,” you moaned, letting him move you as he wished. “I haven’t even showered since… since…”
“Since what?” he inquired, looking up at you. “Since we fucked? Do you want to talk about it?”
No, you didn’t want to. You shook your head.
“All right, then we’re not talking, period. So try to keep it quiet from now on.”
Your first instinct was to snap back, inform him that he of all people was in no position to tell you what to do.
Except, he was actually in the perfect position, kneeling below, gazing up at you with a dark look full of wicked promise.
Fuck, you’d do anything he wanted if he kept looking at you like that.
“Can you do that for me, baby?” One finger slid through your slick folds, grazing your clit. You whimpered, then immediately covered your mouth with your hand. “That’s better. Keep that hand there. Now, no more words,” Jin husked, and then suddenly his mouth was on your cunt.
The sounds his tongue made as he lapped at your wet heat were sinful, especially coupled with the tiny moans that escaped his hot mouth as he worked you over. You bit into your palm, trying your damnedest not to say a word.
But all you wanted to do was sing his praises as he worshipped you with his tongue.
You threaded your fingers through his glossy hair, tugging slightly, and he responded by groaning into your slit. The vibrations sent chills through you, and you repeated the action, pleased at how he moaned again.
One of his large hands wrapped around your ankle and pulled your leg up, letting it rest on his shoulder. You teetered slightly, a small gasp spilling out, but you managed to keep from yelping his name in surprise. His hands slid around to grab your ass, kneading the flesh as he made sure you were secured against him.
You released your palm, rubbing it with your other hand, trying to soothe the teeth marks you’d left in your own skin. His tongue danced over your clit, making your hips buck into his face.
You were doing just fine until he slipped two fingers inside and began to stroke.
“Jinnnnn,” you whined, hips jerking again.
He drew away, mouth and fingers abandoning you, and you looked down at him in horror.
“That sounded like a word,” he tutted, shaking his head. “I thought I told you not to speak?” He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms, as your leg dropped from his shoulder.
“I - I’m sorry,” you stammered, pussy absolutely throbbing. He wasn’t just going to leave you like this, was he? A half naked mess, literally quivering with need?
Did he want you to beg? You bristled at the thought... but fuck, you wanted to cum on his face more than anything. Who needs dignity when you have a man with a tongue like that?
He sighed. “Maybe I need to keep that mouth busy, huh?”
You nodded vigorously. Whatever it took to get those lips back on you.
He chuckled. “Okay, baby, let me help.” Standing, he slipped his hands down your thighs and lifted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, again fighting the urge to shout. He pressed you into the door, and covered your mouth with his own.
You felt delirious, humming into his kiss, bucking your hips against his hard cock as it rubbed against your core. How did he feel this good? This was Kim Motherfucking Seokjin! The most annoying man on the face of the planet!
He spun, carrying you to the bed, and set you gently on the edge. Then he stripped off his clothes, slowly, top first, then his pants, giving you an eyeful of his taut muscles and that giant cock again. Fuck, your mouth was practically watering as he stepped up to the bed, and…
“Uh, you don’t expect me to fit that whole thing in my mouth, do you?” you yelped, wide-eyed.
“Yah, come on!” Jin stopped his seductive approach and put his hands on his hips. “I’m trying to set a mood here!” He sulkily pulled his pajama pants back on, then flopped onto the bed, sighing dramatically.
Just like that, the moment was over.
“Well, sorry I ruined it,” you muttered, curling your legs under you. “It’s probably for the best, anyway. We don’t need to make any more mistakes.” A tiny feather lay on the bed, having escaped from the comforter, and you fiddled with it as you spoke.
“Is that what last night was to you? A mistake?”
You met his gaze. Fuck, did he have to look at you so earnestly? Where was that cocky expression of his that you loathed so much when you needed it?
“It was… a release. I think we just needed a good hate fuck to get it out of our systems so we can move on and finish the job.” You spun the feather in your hand, snorting. “If there’s even a job left for us at this point.”
“A hate fuck. I see.” Jin muttered softly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. I may or may not answer, but you can definitely ask.”
He frowned. “When did you start hating me?”
You tilted your head. “Jin, I - “
“Is it because I call you Princess?”
Snorting, you made a face. “No, but that certainly doesn’t help.”
“Then it must be Nevamind. Right?”
Just hearing the name made you grit your teeth. You could deny it, but why bother? The truth wouldn’t be any more revealing than all the things you’d done last night. “Yeah, I was pissed when you got that job. But I’m over it now,” you lied.
“Do you want to know what really happened?”
“I know what happened. You charmed your way into the job.”
“Nevamind choose you.”
Your head snapped up. “What? Then why… how…?”
“Sejin came to see me after their meeting. He said Nevamind had picked you. But he also made some rather specific comments about how exactly he wanted your partnership to happen.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Comments like…”
“Like the exact positions he wanted you to, uh, work in. The jobs he wanted you to give. Do you understand what - “
“Yes, Jin, he wanted to fuck me, I get it!”
“Sejin said he was overruling the guy’s decision and assigning him to me. That’s why I got the job. Because there was no danger of him hitting on me.”
You leaned back against the headboard, contemplating his words. Obviously you’d always known that the job should have been yours, so finding out that it actually had been yours, for a whole five minutes, wasn’t as much of a shock as it could’ve been. But your anger flared at having been treated like you couldn’t handle the situation yourself.
Jin fluffed up your pile of pillows, lying on his side as he watched you digest everything.
“Was Sejin worried that Nevamind would attack me? Or did he think that I would sleep with a client?”
Jin laughed, a tired sound devoid of any joy. Or honking. “Neither. He was afraid of a lawsuit.”
“Yeah. He thought that if either scenario went down, one or both of you would end up suing the company, and he wanted to avoid that completely. He wasn’t worried about you - he just didn’t want you to get litigious.” He bitterly spat out the last sentence, as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth. “He said that me being Nevamind’s manager was less of a “statistical risk” to Beyond the Sound than you.”
What. The. Fuck.
You’d given your everything to Beyond the Sound in the last year, sacrificing your time, energy, and even personal relationships, all to make yourself the ideal employee and show your devotion to the company. Meanwhile, Sejin considered you a “statistical risk”? Holy shit, you were literally just a number to them.
Just like Euphoria.
Jin went on. “When Sejin told me all this, I realized nothing we do really matters to the company as long as we don’t hurt their bottom line. There was no reason to do anything other than bide my time, make some money, and build up my contacts, so that one day I can walk out of there and start my own management firm.”
“You want to open your own firm?” That was surprising. He’d never struck you as the type to have such big dreams.
“Yeah. Someday.” He pursed his lips, looking angry. “I should’ve done more. Should’ve told Sejin to shove it, that he had no right to treat his employees this way. To treat you like you were a liability instead of a person. That’s why I try so hard to make sure our clients are treated well, at least. That’s the one area where I do give a fuck.”
You believed him.
And you weren’t sure you could blame him for taking the job with Nevamind. Wouldn’t you have done the same in his shoes?
Of course you would’ve. Because you would’ve done anything to win. Even if the trophy turned out to be made of fool’s gold in the end.
Your head spun, mind reeling from everything he said. Absorbing all this info left you feeling drained. Completely defeated. You slid down the pillows, rolling onto your side to face Jin, but closed your eyes as you sighed despondently.
Gentle fingers glided lightly over your hair. You peeked through your lashes at Jin, who was watching you with concern.
“Sorry,” he muttered, lowering his hand, but you quickly grabbed it.
“Please don’t stop,” you quietly pleaded.
Instead, he pulled you into his arms.
Vulnerability wasn’t really your thing. A lifetime of fighting for what you wanted taught you to keep your guard up at all times. But lying there, your head on his broad chest, feeling so safe and warm, you felt your defenses start to slip. Jin began to stroke your hair again, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed at the tenderness, begrudgingly acknowledging that it was… nice.
Really nice. You could get used to it.
“Still hate me?”
His pecs muffled the sound of your laughter. “Not as much as before.”
He snorted. “I appreciate your honesty.”
Lifting your head, you frowned. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about any of this?”
“Would you have listened?”
He had you there. “I mean, maybe not at first, but eventually. Probably. I think.”
“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, the reason they picked me over you is because they knew Nevamind wouldn’t try to sleep with me’?”
“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.” You paused. “But also, if he didn’t want to fuck you, that was definitely his loss.”
Jin stared at you. “Are you cracking jokes? In the middle of my serious confession?”
“I guess you’re rubbing off on me,” you quipped, grinning as he suddenly lunged at you, capturing your mouth with his. Too soon, he drew back, and you actually whimpered, making him smirk and kiss you again. But eventually, you needed air, and parted. “Do you still hate me?”
“Never did.” He traced a finger along your cheek. “I’ve always had a thing for you.”
“Oh yeah?” You propped your chin on his chest.
“Uh-huh. What’s not to like? You’re sexy, smart, confident, and a killer manager even if you get a little too focused on your work sometimes…” he trailed off, squeaky laughter filling the room as you shot him a nasty look. “I thought you knew, honestly.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe because I’ve been flirting with you for a whole year?”
“Wait, that was flirting?!”
It was his turn to glare as you giggled. He nipped at your bottom lip in retaliation, and you yelped. More making out ensued, to your utter delight, before he rolled you onto your side with a sigh.
“I bet they’ll have our desks packed up and cleared out by the time we return to the office, since we’ll no longer be employed by the time we get there.”
Ah, fuck, right. Since the concert wasn’t happening, Sejin was likely to follow through on his threat of termination. More than likely. He’d basically told the both of you that you’d be out on your asses if the album tanked, and with all the canceled events this week, you didn’t have high hopes that it’d do well.
“Fuck, this sucks,” you swore. “We’ll be unemployed and the poor band will have another flop on their hands. Beyond the Sound will probably punish them for that with another terrible genre mash-up for the next album, like polka rap or something.” You shuddered at the thought. “It’s too bad we couldn’t have pulled it off. Even though you would’ve lost that promotion to me.”
Jin’s eyes bugged out. “How many times do I have to tell you, that promotion w- “
You cut him off with a kiss, laughing against his mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close again. A few minutes later, you pushed him away as he blinked in surprise.
“Why are you pushing - “
“Shhhh!” You flapped your hand, shushing him, lost in thought. “I have an idea.”
“Is everything all set up?” you asked Jungkook as he dashed past you.
He halted, nodding. “Yeah, we’re almost ready.” He tugged at the collar of his sweater, an eyesore of a Christmas tree with shimmering LED lights and the words “Let’s Get Lit” embroidered across his chest.
“Fantastic. Is there anything you guys need from me?”
“Not at the moment, noona, thanks.” With a nod, he continued on his path, as Hobi exited the library.
“How’s it going in there?” you asked.
“Great! It’s coming along. Yoongi is going to bring us some snacks while we enjoy the show.” As Hobi spoke, Yoongi hustled by, carrying a tray loaded with cookies. You snagged a sugar cookie as he passed.
“Hobi, I’m really going to miss it here. The service is top notch. And these ugly sweaters are incredible! You have quite the collection,” you raved.
If you were a weaker woman, you would’ve wilted under the look Hobi shot you. “You think these atrocities are mine? Oh no no no. They all belong to Yoongi.”
Your eyes widened in glee. “Oh, that’s even better.”
Jin came bouncing down the stairs, a happy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but grin back, for a second, before you composed yourself. He stopped short at the bottom of the staircase, staring at you as your host wandered off.
“What the hell?” Jin pouted. “I’m offended, you look great in this ugly Christmas sweater. This is a scam.”
“Oh, because only you’re allowed to look great in one?” He was, indeed, pulling off the ridiculous “Resting Grinch Face” sweater he wore, despite the blindingly bright green and red colors - but he was Kim Motherfucking Seokjin, after all. It was a little snug on him, given that he was taller and broader than Yoongi, but if anything that just made him even hotter.
Neither of you had to wear the ugly sweaters you’d borrowed from your hosts, but you’d decided to do so out of solidarity for the band members. And also maybe you were kinda getting into the spirit of things. Just a little.
“No one is supposed to look good in these! That’s the whole point, they’re ugly!” He paused. “But you think I look good?”
“Fuck off, you know you’re handsome and look amazing even in the dumbest of sweaters.”
He grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. It’s impressive how sexy you make that hideous thing look.” He reached out and honked the fuzzy moose nose that jutted out of your sweater, which bore the words ‘Merry Christmoose!’
How were you supposed to act like a professional when Jin was making you giggle like a fool? All you wanted to do was pull him into a darkened corner and kiss him senseless.
But you had work to do. So you settled for gifting him a tiny peck on the cheek.
He held his hand to where your lips had landed. “Careful!” he gasped, sounding scandalized. “Someone might have seen that.”
You rolled your eyes. “ Okay, I’m already regretting this.”
“This what?” He followed you down the hall. “This, like you and me? Are we a thing?”
“The more you talk, the less we are,” you sang, unable to hide the laughter in your voice.
Before you crossed into the library, Jin grabbed your arm, spinning you around and into his embrace, stealing your breath away with his lips. You let yourself melt for a second, two, ten, before breaking away.
To your surprise, Yoongi was standing in the hallway, a wide grin on his face. “I just wanted to know if you’d like some peppermint schnapps in your hot cocoa again?”
So much for keeping things secret. Not that it really mattered, considering Yoongi wasn’t much of a talker. But you didn’t want to answer questions or have to put labels on whatever you and Jin were. Right now, all you wanted to do was see your idea through. Anything else could wait.
And yet it made you happy to think that maybe there could be something. Ugh, you were getting so soft, so fast. Better keep an eye on that.
“That’d be great, thanks,” Jin replied smoothly, hands still on your hips.
“Sure,” you croaked out. You didn’t normally drink while working, but fuck it. Tis the season, after all.
In the library, Taehyung sat at the piano while Jimin perched on a stool in front of the baby grand, tuning an acoustic guitar. Thankfully, Yoongi had a guitar on hand that Jimin could borrow.
Meanwhile, Jungkook played around with an electronic drum kit that he’d brought with him, fine tuning the settings. Jin and Hobi were futzing with the tripod, searching for the perfect spot to set up the camera.
Because damn it, the show must go on.
Sure, the in-person concert had to be cancelled. But that didn’t mean Euphoria couldn’t perform. All they needed were a few instruments and a camera to livestream it all.
Unfortunately, the tech crew who were supposed to stream the concert at the venue were also snowed in at their hotel, but a simple phone would do for the stripped-down concert you were imagining.
(As long as the Blitzen Inn’s internet didn’t conk out in the middle of streaming.)
This wasn’t about your job anymore. Fuck Beyond the Sound. This was about Euphoria, and letting the band show that they didn’t need weird gimmicks or wild concepts to sell albums - all they needed was the chance to shine. Just the three of them and a (mostly) acoustic set of holiday classics. The band was thrilled with your idea, and it made you happy to see them so happy.
Ugh. You were turning into a marshmallow.
The ugly Christmas sweaters had been Hobi’s suggestion, after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you hadn’t had the chance to buy them a proper holiday concert wardrobe. Jimin’s gingerbread man sweater read “I’m Baked” above the cookie’s visage, while Taehyung’s “Prosecc-ho-ho-ho” with a tipsy Santa Claus looked surprisingly chic - something you ascribed to the wearer and not the sweater itself.
The other furniture in the room had been pushed back so only the band and the fireplace would be in the shot. You stood behind the couch, watching Hobi adjust the phone being used for the recording. “Hobi, you don’t mind manning the camera for this?”
“You mean, do I mind turning the video on and clicking “record”? No, I don’t mind at all,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just happy to help! This is such a wonderful idea - a cozy little concert experience.”
“Yeah, we came up with a great plan, huh?” Jin piped up, sneaking up on your side. You felt the ghost of a hand brush down your back and fought to keep your face straight.
“What is this ‘we’? This was my idea!” you retorted, but failed to keep from smiling as you said it. Yoongi brought you both a mug of cocoa, then sank onto the couch for a front row seat.
“It’s about time,” Jin glanced at his watch. “You guys ready?”
“Let’s get it!” Jungkook chirped.
The fireplace crackled in the background as Hobi cued Jimin. The lead singer smiled at the camera, greeting the audience. “Good evening and happy holidays! Euphoria had to cancel our concert, thanks to a little snow. But we didn’t want to let all our fans down. We hope you don’t mind that it’s just the three of us tonight, and some of our favorite songs. Grab your cocoa, settle around the fireplace, and celebrate with us, as we bring you a little holiday cheer.”
He strummed his guitar, launching into a gorgeous rendition of “Winter Wonderland.” As the music swelled, Hobi and Yoongi relaxed on the couch, hand in hand. Humming along quietly, careful not to end up on the recording, you felt Jin’s hand gently wrap around your waist. Leaning against his side, feeling content, you decided to let go of your worries and enjoy the moment - the beautiful music, the cheerful atmosphere, and the gorgeous man by your side.
Jin dipped his head, mouth brushing your ear as he murmured, “You pulled it off, baby. Congrats.”
“I did, didn’t I?” you whispered, peering up at him, smirking. “I guess you deserve some credit, too. Why don’t you claim… 25%?”
“So generous,” he smiled, bending to sweep his lips against yours. “I’ll be sure to thank you when I get that promotion.”
His kiss silenced your protests as the band played on.
“Your eleven am appointment is here, ma’am,” your assistant’s voice filtered through the speaker as she buzzed you.
“Thank you, Seulgi. Go ahead and get them settled in the conference room and I’ll be right in.”
You stood and began gathering everything you would need for your meeting, just as Jin entered your office without knocking.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes, but how many times do I have to tell you to knock?” You frowned.
He grinned, crossing the room to tower over you. “Why, what might I see? You in a compromising situation with the boss?” His hand stroked your hip as he stepped closer. “Oh wait, that’s me.” “We’re partners. Stop trying to get me to call you my boss.”
After the success of the livestream, Euphoria’s holiday album shot straight to the top of the charts. You’d ended up having to stay an extra day in Christmas, until everything was plowed and it was safe to travel again. When you finally returned to your office, Sejin welcomed you and Jin with open arms, thrilled at how you’d helped shepherd Euphoria back to the number one spot. He’d then offered the promotion to you, stating he’d heard that the livestream had been your brilliant idea.
And you had promptly turned him down, putting in your two week notice.
Jin also quit, and together you established your own management firm, Worldwide Sound. Normally, making such a big leap would’ve taken a lot more time and effort, but you had an ace up your sleeves, signing a major band on your first day of business - Euphoria. Thanks to a savvy lawyer contact of Jin’s, the band got out of their horrific contract with Beyond the Sound and happily joined your firm as your first clients.
As much as the old you would’ve hated to admit it, you and Jin made a pretty great team. With your business expertise and his interpersonal skills, you were making a name for yourselves in the industry, all while making sure your clients knew that they were your number one priority.
Jin delicately removed all your belongings from your grasp, setting them back on your desk as he slid his arms around you. “You didn’t have any problems calling me ‘boss’ last night,” he purred as he tilted his mouth to slot against yours.
You allowed him to kiss you for exactly five seconds before you pushed him away lightly. “Okay, first of all, role playing does not count, and secondly, what happened to us not discussing our private life at work?” But there was no anger behind your words, just an unceasing fondness for your boyfriend as he gazed at you with a soft smile.
“You’re right, you’re right. Oh, but I did finalize our travel plans for Christmas, so we’re all set for this weekend.”
“Oh, good! I can’t wait to see Hobi and Yoongi again.” What better place to celebrate nearly a year of bliss with your boyfriend than at the little bed and breakfast that brought you together?
“Me too. Now come on, back to business, baby.”
You gave him a look.
“Sorry. Partner.” He held the door open for you, but you paused in the doorway to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“That’s better. But if you play your cards right and help me sign this deal,” you murmured, “tonight you can call me boss.”
“Yes, ma'am!”
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jimipoo · a day ago
‘I Hate You’ kiss.
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prompt: In which, you get stuck in a refrigerator room with the man you’ve hated for years.
pairings: taehyung x reader (enemies to lovers)
word count: 2.1k
genre: crack, fluff
warnings: lots of swearing! suggestive language :)
a/n: yasss hai welcome :3 my first taehyung fic !!!! this is probably going to be hard to imagine but basically .. u kno how there r huge refrigerators well they somehow got in there and yea… also i didnt mention why they were enemies in the first place ill jus leave it to y’all’s imaginations hehe but anyway i hope u enjoy ! feedbacks r very much appreciated <3
At this point, you don't even wanna know the exact reason why Kim Taehyung, your life-long enemy, is currently breathing in the same air as you are. Never in a million years did you think you'd be sitting this close next to him when the only distance you've had between the two of you has always been far, far away. And the only interaction you've had with each other after that incident were exchanging death stares every time you walk past each other or rolling your eyes when you'd catch him looking at you with that stupid, smug look in his pretty ass face. Did you say pretty?
Yet here you are.
Talking ever so casually, as if you hadn't wished upon his death before, or that one time you yelled at him that you wish he gets hit by a tree and gets paralyzed just as his fancy car swiftly swerves away from your vision. For years, you couldn't stand him. Yet now it feels like you've known him as a friend for years. And maybe, just maybe, if he wasn't such an asshole that time, you would be friends. Maybe you'd consider it.
The grudges you hold against him that continue to sit within you now feel unfamiliar, it's almost as if you've forgotten everything that's happened between the two of you in the past. It's strange, how his presence that used to make you feel sick to your stomach now feels rather, comforting. Or maybe it's because you're stuck in a huge refrigerator with the one and only Kim Taehyung and his warmth is the only thing that saves you from completely freezing to death. If he hadn't come in this stupid refrigerator just to argue with you in the first place, maybe you wouldn't have been stuck here. No, but seriously, where the fuck are the rescuers?
"Are you uh, still doing okay?" A deep voice snaps you out of your reverie.
You attempt to turn your head towards him, “I mean, I guess.. We’re literally in a room with the same temperature as Antarctica—not to mention, I’m also wearing a tank top so I guess yeah, I’m doing okay,” you told him, the tone your voice laced with sarcasm. He just scoffs, shuffling behind you as you feel his heavy arms tighten around your torso as if it was going to make you feel less cold, but it helps. You suppose.
"You know, if you didn't come after me and shut that damn door behind us, you wouldn't have your arms wrapped around me like I'm some kind of stuffed animal," you retort.
"Will you relax, doll? Why are you suddenly giving an attitude we were fine like, five minutes ago," he responds, you try to fight the warmth that spreads across your cheeks. His deep voice still never fails to make you shudder, how every syllable rolls off his tongue perfectly, so smooth, and you bet his tongue will feel just as smooth against—no, it's the cold. What the fuck are you thinking?
You quickly shake your head to erase the thoughts beginning to intrude on you the more you spend time with this man.
"Doll?" you hear him but it's nothing but an echo.
Doll. What a dumb pet name, you think. He's called you various pet names but you've never heard him say your actual name. You wonder why. You'd think he does it to annoy you, because every time he'd call you something you'd always have a prepared sassy response, and every time, he'd just flash you his annoying yet attractive grin that leaves you awake at night. You hate him, oh you do, but a little fantasy from time to time won't hurt, right?
"Fuck, what is it?" you jerk your head towards him, shuffling as you try to loosen his grip around you, you feel suffocated all of the sudden, he's so close and you might just go insane if you let him stay like this. "Let go, I can't breathe you moron!" you grunt.
He lets out a chuckle, "Damn, sorry," he lets go of you, the cold immediately hits through your skin and suddenly you miss being held, but you won't tell that to him. You quickly scoot over to his side and bring your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees.
"What is it?" you ask.
"Nothing, just making sure you were not about to die or something,"
"I'm not gonna die, idiot. I'm just a little cold, besides, how are you not cold?" it's a dumb question because you know the answer, he's wearing a thick jumper, but you just wanted to continue talking to him for some reason.
"Because I'm not wearing a tank top like you are, princess." his lips form into a smirk, "Oh, fuck off," you roll your eyes, "Now, you're calling me princess? What's up with all these pet names you keep giving me?"
"What, don't you like it? Don't act like I don't see how your cheeks turn red every time I call you doll, or,"
He leans closer every time he opens his mouth.
"Angel," he keeps leaning even closer, at this point, his lips almost grazed against your ear lobe.
"..or Kitten," you feel the tickles in your stomach travel down to your core, you gulp, you could feel how his breath softly hits under your ear and you could almost feel your whole body shudder. You felt as if the time had slowed down, and the noise from the machine had been muted, the only thing you can hear were your own slow, but heavy breaths. You don't realize that you were beginning to close your eyelids and lean into him before he suddenly leans back, and when you open your eyes you were met with no one but Taehyung and his annoying smirk. You feel your cheeks heat up.
You were certain you wouldn't die from this cold, but you're more certain that you could die from embarrassment.
"I wanted to tell you something," he starts.
You let out a sigh, breaking eye contact with him and turning around to face your back towards him because you feel stupid and embarrassed that you think your enemy was going to kiss you, because that only happens in books, idiot.
This is the man you've hated most of your life, why do you suddenly feel like a puddle around him? It's funny how you're in a cold room yet you feel like your melting from the tension you've created between the two of you. However, he doesn't seem to notice.
"Yeah, what is it?" you manage to let out despite how much you wanted to bury your head and suffocate yourself in the ice bucket beside you.
You expect an immediate answer but he kept quiet, so you wait.
He still doesn't respond.
"What is-"
"I like you." you swear you're hearing voices.
You've gathered enough courage to face him again, because what the fuck. When did he ever like you? How did he like you? You were always fighting with him, yelling at him, arguing—he's your enemy for god's sake. You've wished upon his goddamn death right to his face many times, he literally has tripped you on purpose many times than you could count with your fingers and toes. You had no chemistry, and you hated him, just as much as he hated you. It doesn't make sense.
"I-I know it sounds crazy but hear me out," he pauses, you watch him as your eyebrows furrow, you're not mad, you're confused. It just doesn't make sense in your head, and if it is true, part of you is glad, because as much as you hate to admit it, you had been harboring a tiny crush on him. You've always pushed that feeling away until he was in this room with you.
"I've liked you for a long time actually. I did hate you, but I couldn't tell you the reason why I started liking you-"
"Why not?"
"It's stupid," he quickly replies, although you weren't satisfied with his answer. You want to know.
"How the fuck is it stupid when you've literally just confessed to me?"
"Fine!” he sighs, you watch him intently as you wait for his answer. “It was when you showed up to my party in that dress, I didn't even know why you were at my party in the first place, but I thought you looked gorgeous, then the more I saw you after that night I started to realize that you were actually not that bad. I guess I was observing you a little." he confesses, but you still feel like it's not enough of an answer. After what he's done to you earlier, you want him to prove it to you.
“A-and I attempted to flirt with you that night, I guess some part of me thought you’d give in to me but I was wrong, you cussed me out and walked away,” you recall the memory, now that you think about it, you were kind of a bitch. You weren’t sorry, you hated him, so it was natural of you to think that every gesture he made towards you was to make you mad.
"I don't believe you." was the only thing you could say.
"What do you mean?" he asks innocently.
"Taehyung, we're literally enemies. You think I'm immediately going to believe you when all my life, all you did was torment me?" you let a chuckle, you could tell he was slightly taken aback, but you couldn't lie. You've hated each other for a long time, and now he suddenly confesses that he likes you? It sounds a bit ridiculous.
"How do you want me to prove it to you then?"
"I don't know, kiss me, or something," you challenge him.
"Anywhere..?" you don't why you said that. You only want one place where he could kiss you.
"Okay, but I'd mostly prefer to kiss your lips anyway." there's that fucking smirk yet again. You could probably get used to this.
He begins to lean in, but you lean back and place a finger on his lips. "Don't act like you didn't tease me earlier, you little shit."
"I'm making it up to you," he grabs your wrist and puts it down before leaning in to mold his lips against yours. You both sigh into the kiss, feeling as if this was the moment you had been waiting for, this was the fantasies you've created in your head before you drift off to sleep, it was finally real. He likes you, and maybe, you've always liked him too. You were just too busy tormenting each other's life to notice it.
He brings his hands to cup your face, not breaking the kiss, he begins to deepen it as you feel the warmth of his tongue against your lips, you gladly let him in.
You've spent a total of ten minutes making out and feeling each other until you both hear a loud noise from the other side of the room and before you could even pull away the heavy metal door slid open, revealing two rescuers and your friend, who was just as shocked as you are because Taehyung hasn't stopped kissing you on the neck.
"Taehyung?! ___?!"
"Looks like you two weren't freezing to death here," one of the rescuers jokes. "We had a good time," Taehyung responds.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you start, "We were just--"
"It's fine, glad to know you both were okay, more than okay I suppose." your eyes widen as you feel the embarrassment strike within you as you attempt to stand up but you struggle because of your heels. Just as Taehyung stood up he brought his hand towards you and you quickly grab it and pull yourself up.
"Well thank you for rescuing us," he says to the rescuers. The moment you get out of the room your friend immediately pulls your arm and shoots Taehyung a glare, in which he brings his arms up in surrender.
You kept your head down as you and your friend follow behind the rescuers. Taehyung is behind you, you could feel the stare burning your back and you feel as if your surroundings had been muted and you couldn't hear what your friend was saying, all you could really think about was the make-out session you just had with your new, potential boyfriend. Or is that too soon?
Suddenly, you feel Taehyung's breath against your ear, "We'll continue this later," he whispers, just loud enough for your friend to hear as well.
And he's off.
"Now, why don't you tell me how you went from, 'I hate Taehyung with all my life' to having a full-blown make-out session with him?"
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amakumos · 2 days ago
shoot! - seven ; another day another slay
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-synopsis: number one rule of having online friends: don’t fall in love with them. but after one year of being friends with cheolsoo, someone you met while playing co-op with in genshin, the little fluttering feeling in your stomach every time he texts you is too hard to ignore. so, after a year of talking and being friends, you and cheolsoo finally decide to meet - but then you realise that “cheolsoo” is actually nishimura riki, a famous kpop idol. so now, you have to deal with having the fattest crush on someone you basically don’t even know. shoot. -genre: friends to lovers, crack, fluff, smau + some written chapters -pairing: idol!riki x fem!reader -warnings: swearing, Riki are reader r both dumb, ignore timestamps -taglist (closed): @shinsou-rii @ddeonubaby @vilenishis @hakuyeo @hoonslvr @primorange @wonamour @ncityy04 @mildlystupid @yjwfav @hobistigma @giyyuzz @yenart @dinosdance @icywhatim @youreverydayzebra @meijiamikas @ja4hyvn @c9tnoos @mitsukifilms @minkyeos @sunshine-skz @bridgebridgebirdiebridge @emwonx @floverful @yanqsfairy @iamnotgrootforiamthor @sheepgardenenha @dear-dreamie @sugastapes​ @liliansun​ @yunatic0​ @cwsana​ @vampsvngie​ @emobeomgyu​ @art-junkie-13​ @sushiriki​ @riklvrs​ @duolingofanaccount @neptuniees @isaluv​ @sanshinexxxsan @kimiczi​ @currently-existing​ @enhypenisnotforsale​ @silkyyvenus​ @ahnneyong​ @ifornishii @shynypeacekitten​ @beomslonghair​ @xoxojayd3n​ @nashionalpotatocorner​ @acciomylove​ @itzxvaxella​ @meiiiwa​
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authors note: eunkyung thinks yn sus 
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auraelia-lia · 15 hours ago
jay + soft angst 1 and random 15 with a happy ending pls :)
"am I too late?" + "Because I love you!"
Pairing: idol!Jay x reader
Genre: angst (I tried), fluff (eventually)
Warnings: they kiss a bit, use of cuss words
12:45 am
Your eyes grazed over the clock hung on your wall, as you let out another sigh.
He was late, again. Were you surprised? No, not really. Jay had been busy with his schedule these past days and you understood that you really, really did.
But this particular night. . . you had been looking forward to it. You had finally decided to tell your best friend the feelings you had been harboring for him since, well, you can remember.
Jay had been your first friend - a childhood friend, you could say - and the two of you had been inseparable for a long time. And then high school happened. You had your new group of friends and so did he, and he had passed the auditions for belift, and even during all that, he had never once overlooked you.
Sending you good morning texts and asking about your day and even if you guys were not together physically, the two of you had each other's back. It wasn't a surprise that you had, in the most cliché way said, fallen for your best friend.
When Jay had made it to enhypen, you were thrilled for him. You were so excited that the boy you loved and admired was finally living his dream. Jay was equally, if not more, excited. You knew that being a k-idol was tough, you just didn't realize how tough.
The same boy who could not go without texting you (and so couldn't you) barely texted you anymore. Call yourself a whiny bitch with attachment issues or whatever, but you missed your best friend.
And finally after way too many canceled dates(you blushed every time he referred to them as dates) and plans; you guys were meeting up! After 6 months! (You did plan many other meetups which never occurred 'cause of his schedule)
Your eyes traveled to the clock again, '12:57 ' , if you get a dollar for every time you sighed in the past hour, you would be a millionaire - maybe you should just stop waiting for him.
You dragged your feet across your apartment, willing yourself not to cry when the doorbell rang. To say that you sprinted towards the door would be an understatement.
You opened your door, not even considering that it could be a serial killer ringing the bell, coming face to face with a weary, pale Jay. His eyebrows were scrunched together, and his hair looked like he woke up from his sleep. Even though a black mask covered his face, you could see the eyebags under his eyes.
"am I too late?", he asked, guilt evident in his tone. Looking at your disappointed figure, he knew he was in fact too late.
"just come in," your voice was soft. He let out a distressed sigh and made his way in, plopping down on the couch. You sat down beside him, as he tiredly lay his head on your shoulder - something he does whenever he is stressed.
"how was your day?" you asked, voice gentle.
"it was exhausting," jay replied, mindlessly taking your hand in his own, playing with your fingers. You hummed, as he went on a rant about his day, you listening and adding comments here and there, earning cute giggles from him.
"hey, I'm sorry I didn't come on time- it slipped my mind-"
"so you forgot?" you asked weakly, your heartbreaking a bit. Were you the only one looking forward to this? As selfish as it sounds, you had hoped that he would not forget about this. You would have let it be if he could not have come because of practice, but the mere fact that he forgot about you- made you feel like shit.
You know thinking that he must have feelings for you is a drag, because after all, he was way too good for you. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you looked over at Jay, who looked at you with such softness in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," the brunette said, his voice wavering, "you must be so sick of me bailing on you. . ."
"jay, I am hurt that we aren't able to spend time together as much as we did before, but . . . I understand you know? You seem tired, and right now, my feelings shouldn't really matter with all you have going on-"
"don't say that," jay spoke his grip on your hand tight. He faced towards you, eyes searching yours.
"say what?" you were starting to feel nervous with how the said boy kept staring at you. You let your eyes wander all around the room, looking anywhere but his hot gaze.
Noticing your nervousness, jay scoots closer to you, one hand lifting your chin up, making you face him. "don't say that your feelings don't matter," his voice is stern yet gentle, his eyes studying your face.
You let out a nervous laugh as you mumbled something incoherent, which jay found extremely endearing. His face heated up as he finally noticed the close proximity between the two of you. He loved how your cheeks looked like right now- pink and so, so kissable. Before he knew it, he had placed a quick peck on your cheek, eliciting a cute gasp from you.
"w-what was that for?" you asked, clearly flustered. Jay seemed extremely flustered too, in fact, you just noticed how red his cheeks were.
"an apology?" He mumbled, unsure of his own actions at this point. He definitely had feelings for you, he knew that, but the line between platonic love and love love was pretty blurry to him. Was, as in past tense, it seemed way more clear now.
You let out a strangled noise, your face heating up.
"I will literally hit you if you do that again," you spoke, still quite flustered. A flash of hurt passed through Jay's face his voice barely audible, "did you hate it that much?"
"hate it? Jay you dumb motherfucker," you took in a deep breath, "I didn't hate it, in fact, I liked it a bit too much! And I don't want to hurt myself by thinking that we could be something when you don't even feel anything for me and-"
"you thought wHat now and why would you ever think that?!"
The two of you were now looking at each other with wide doe eyes.
"I thought that because well- I don't know you idiot and you're way too good for me and I know you don't feel the same and I don't wanna hurt myself-"
In a moment, Jay's lips were on yours. Were you shocked? Yes. But did you kiss him back eventually? Yes. Did you enjoy it? Yup.
His lips were so soft and you loved the feeling of his lips on yours. The two of you stayed like that for a while, till one of you had to pull away for air.
Jay looked at you nervously, searching for any signs that the kiss might have just been something that had been done in the spur of the moment and nothing else. Unable to contain it anymore he stuttered out, "So does this mean- does this mean you like, like me because fuck if you don't-"
You cut him off however by quirking your lips up and laughing so hard you fell on the floor, tears in your eyes (those were tears of relief and joy too, but shh he doesn't need to know that). Jay just looked even more confused at this, his hands flying everywhere not sure where to place them.
You got up and shook your head, "Wow, you really are a dumb motherfucker." And then you placed your lips on him again, this time much slower and Jay knew that this was all the answer he needed. He pulled away from the sweet kiss, looking at your cheeks, pinching them a bit.
"now, just to make it clear, you did kiss me because.."
"because I love you."
And jay couldn't be any happier.
Hi anon! I hope this didn't sUCk lmFao and tqsm for requesting <3 I'll try to write all of your reqs soon, if it's not uploaded soon, please understand, I have exam's and I sense a writer's block, so please try to understand. also @theaspen ily baby she helped me with the ending lmao <3
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mxxndreams · 2 days ago
— Who Would You Choose? —
+ pairing: han jisung x female reader + genre: drabble, fluff, established relationship!au, domestic!au, non-idol au + warnings: none + wordcount: 571 + requested as part of my Drabble Event #1 + summary: You didn't expect Jisung to get so invested over which character you would choose in a cheesy rom-com movie. + A/N: Hello, how are you? Here it is, the first drabble of the month. I am so excited for you all to read them, just know I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait for you all to read them! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!
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The movie that played on the TV was cheesy at best, but extremely entertaining. At first, Jisung had ignored it and laid his head on your lap, focused more on your facial expressions rather than the story playing out on the small screen. However, as the story progressed, his attention shifted to the point where now he was far more interested in what was happening than you were.
“So… they’re sisters?!” He asked as the big reveal happened. You hummed and brushed his hair with your fingers, watching as his eyes widened. “Who will he choose? They’re identical!”
“Well, there’s the good sister and the bad sister. I’m sure he will choose the good sister.”
He adjusted himself on your lap and glanced at you, confused. “But he could be tricked by the bad sister. Also, what makes her bad? She’s a compelling character, I would choose her. Her sister is too bland.”
“Well, if I were him, I wouldn’t choose neither of them. Too much drama. Can you imagine when the family is all together?”
“Awkward.” He almost sang and you laughed. Jisung lifted his head from your lap and looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. You raised an eyebrow, knowing that the look he carried could only mean something: he was scheming.
“What are you thinking about?” You crossed your arms.
“Well, I was wondering if it was between me and the protagonist of this movie, who would you choose? And don’t sugarcoat it. I can handle the truth.”
You let out a soft laugh and shook your head in disbelief. Of course, Jisung would ask you something like this. Only he would have the imagination to do come up with a question of this kind based on a romantic comedy that was too poorly written and performed for you to care.
“Well, the truth is…” You moved your head closer to his and kissed his lips softly. “…I would choose you with no doubt in my mind.”
“He’s good looking, though…” He said, glancing at your lips. “And he’s hella rich.”
You giggled. “Are you sure this is about me? Or is this your way of telling me you want to leave me for him?”
He shook his head and looked at you, kindly. “I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you. I love you too much for that.”
Even though your comment had been a joke, Jisung never played when it came to his feelings for you. He always took pride in being your boyfriend, in being by your side, in being able to call you his. And you too felt lucky that he was the man that loved you, the man that you so dearly loved.
“I don’t ever want to live without you,” you whispered into his lips, not joking anymore.
Jisung nodded and pulled you closer to him, greeting your lips with his. When you pulled apart, he placed his forehead against yours, caressing your cheek softly.
“Satisfied with my answer?” You asked and he chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.
“Very.” He quickly moved away from you and laid his head back on your lap, smiling fondly at you.
Even though he should focus on the rest of the movie, he spent the rest of the night admiring you while you combed his hair softly until he drifted into a soft sleep, missing the ending of the movie entirely.
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enhypenisnotforsale · a day ago
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(8) MAiL : Jake hurry up
synopsis: Sunghoon has always looked for one purple letter amongst the others. But when he hasn't gotten one in years, it's become difficult. Y/N believes that the feelings have gone, and so has their relationship with Sunghoon. But when Sunghoon needs 75 cents and Y/N is the only one to provide -- maybe it's time for Sunghoon to receive his long awaited mail.
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minhyunct · 2 days ago
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@#$% lilac hearts all around
pairing :: mark lee x reader genre: fluff, maybe some angst at the start warnings :: mentions of reader having long hair, then short hair, not proofread wc :: 847
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you stare at the mirror in the bathroom as you contemplate some serious life decisions. you remember, you definitely remember specifically telling her not to cut it too short, but now that you look in the mirror and see the way she's cut your hair, you do not like it at all and it brings tears to your eyes.
she's cut it too short. you remember telling her not to do that. the shade of the color you wanted is a bit off and you're very iffy on it and the way she's cut the hair might seem nice to another person, but it makes you want to throw up. it looks horrible with your features.
the worst part: mark knew you went to the salon, and he's definitely going to want to see your hair. you pull the hood over your head and you hope that he doesn't come up and ask to see it.
but obviously that doesn't work out.
the second he comes through the doors of your shared apartment, he's yelling out for you to stand in front of him and show off what you got done. but instead, you're hiding in the kitchen and wallowing in your self pity.
"hey! dude you gotta show me your hair!" he laughs still looking at his phone for a second before he looks up and his smile starts to drop a bit at the fact that your hood is pulled over your head, and you have a frown on your face instead of a smile.
"what's wrong?" at that question you seem to shrink into his hoodie that you're wearing and you pull the strings of the hood tighter around your head.
"nothing" is the mumble that you let out. he tries his luck and takes a step closer, but you take another back. he takes two more forward and you take those many back, and now your kitchen island sits between the two of you.
he's confused. for as long as he's known you, you've always been excited to show him whatever it is. whether it's telling him about your day, or just showing him something new that you bought. so he doesn't understand why you're suddenly being so quiet about it now.
"show me your hair."
"no." you pout at him and he seems to melt, but then he remembers the task at hand.
"why not?" he whines at you.
"" you really, really don't want to show him because you just have a feeling that he's going to hate it. you just know he is. but you're not given much time to think about it because in the next second, he's chasing you and your eyes have a split-second to widen and you react quickly by dashing towards your bedroom.
"show me your hair!"
he fakes a right step, and tackles you form the left as you let out a yell and fall on the bed in front of you as he lands on you. he locks you in by keeping his forearms around your head and basically falling on you.
you whine and pull the strings harder around your head. he can tell from the way that you're pulling it so hard, that you really don't want to, so he decides to tread with caution.
"baby, can I see your hair? please?" he coos at the way your bottom lip pokes out a bit and your eyes start to gloss over. he slowly starts to pull away the hood but only to place his hands on your cheek, not wanting to pressure you. you curl into his palm and he smiles softly.
"she cut it too short" you whimper and try to hide even more, but he pulls you closer to him and sits up against the headboard.
shaking his head he replies "i'm sure its not that bad pretty girl"
you look up at him again, and decide to just show it to him. slowly pulling off the hood, you duck your head to look at his fingers and start playing with them.
he gawks at the way your hair - despite being short - falls all around your face, and to him, you look better than ever.
he starts running his hands through your hair and he pulls you impossibly closer and rests your head near his heart.
placing a kiss on your head, he wraps his arms around you and you cling to him like a koala as you nuzzle into his neck.
"i absolutely love it"
"you do?" you looked up at him hopefully, and he nodded with a wide grin suddenly seeming enthusiastic by your slight optimism.
"dude it's like amazing! how could anyone not love it? like the. color just suits you so well and I think the shading that she did with you hair is amazing and-"
well he continued his rant for a while after that to make you feel better. but you ended ur day with a smile on your face, asleep in his arms.
the only place you wanted to be.
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escapewriter · 2 days ago
part 2 - off limits
san x reader
genre : fluff, humor, slight angst, smau, slowburnish?, slice of life au, college au, coffee shop au, soft pining, best friends to lovers
warnings : swearing
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⤷ you never knew that your best friend was a great dancer until you went to one of his showcases. but it seems like you don’t know a lot of things when it comes to choi san.
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decembermoonskz · a day ago
⸻ GOLD AND SILVER · B; CHAN ˎˊ˗ PART 1 (teaser)
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summary ▸ witches and werewolves have hated each other for centuries; and after finding your friend dead alongside a werewolf, everyone believes that the two races are now killing each other. however, you believe there's so much more to it; and you're not the only one. now you and a young werewolf team up to unravel this mystery, and find the real reason behind these deaths.
pairing ▸ bang chan x fem!reader
genre ▸ werewolf!au, witch!au, strangers-to-frenemies-to-lovers!au, murder mystery!au; werewolf!chan, witch!reader, fantasy, mystery, lots of angst, but there’s fluff too... eventually...
other characters ▸ original characters, myoui mina, im nayeon, park jinyoung (got7), seo changbin, lee felix, jung jaehyun, mentions of kim seungmin, yang jeongin and yang jungwon (not in this teaser btw only original characters are mentioned)
words ▸ approx. 15-16k (subject to change) | teaser wc: 1.4k
WARNINGS ▸ there will be a full list of warnings on the entire fic as well as the wilting wisteria masterlist when it comes out, for now though this teaser contains: violence, mentions of blood, mentions of murder and death, mentions of crime scenes and dead bodies
a/n ▸ this is a part of my collab event, wilting wisteria!! so after tons of planning, I'm starting my first series!! this will be ongoing and I don't have a post schedule for it. the first part will be for the collab, but I plan to continue it after the collab has ended! I'm really nervous but I hope you all enjoy it!
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It was hard to be calm when you walked by the alleyway where Mary had died.
Like you had expected, the police and their forensics team had wiped it clean; at least to the naked eye. You walked into the alleyway just a bit, and regardless of the sweep they did, it still smelled mildly of blood even a couple days after, or maybe that was just how it felt. It felt like it just happened as you can clearly replay what you had seen that night.
There had to be something here that could help move your search along. If only you had the identity of the werewolf that died with Mary, maybe you could’ve searched into him a little more. Being in his werewolf form as he died concealed his identity to those who didn’t know him, which meant things were a lot harder for you.
Why did he and Mary die that night? Why them? There had to be thousands of witches and werewolves living in Brooke, so why them specifically? Or was it just a horrible stroke of bad luck for both of them?
“You’re not gonna find anything, I already tried.”
You jumped and turned to find a young man standing behind you, hands in his hoodie pockets, a cold expression on his face. You recognized him though, this was the young man you bumped into as you left this very alleyway two nights ago. Although he didn’t wear the same expression from before, his hoodie no longer concealed his head of curls.
Now that you were really looking at him though, you could tell what he really was now. The warm feeling that emanated off of him, the clear sense you got, the feeling of forests and.. was it.. the ocean? It made no difference, you knew exactly what he was.
A werewolf.
“Are you following me?” you asked, keeping your guard up. This only made the man scoff, and it was very annoying.
“Don’t be so full of yourself, I’m trying to find information, just like you are apparently.” he replied in a snarky tone. His attitude was enough to make you wanna walk out of the alleyway and ignore him, but something told you he wouldn’t let you leave so easily. Especially now that he’s told you he’s looking for the same thing you are.
Under other circumstances, you might’ve gotten more irritated and bickered it out with this guy, but this was a clear opportunity. Maybe this guy knew something else that you didn’t; he did say he was looking for information. What information did he already possess?
“And just what information are you trying to find exactly?” you size him up, see what he’s playing at, the question is, is he smart enough to play along, or will he foolishly take your bait.
The guy is clearly the former, “I’m not under any obligation to tell you. From the looks of it you’re no cop.” his smirk remains present.
“Neither are you.” you counter.
“Nope. Just a nosy civilian trying to find the truth, you and I are one in the same no?”
You smirk back at the man now, he was good, you’ll give him that. You both were just going in circles at this point, it was a standoff and neither of you was willing to back down. You wouldn’t be intimidated by his werewolf presence. As the man took a step toward you though, you backed yourself up against the wall of the alley, the young man took another step and he was in your space now.
You wouldn’t falter, so instead you stood against his imposing attitude, “Why are you so interested in this scene? Did you know the wolf or something? I don’t see why we can’t share information, since, as you said, we’re clearly here for the same reasons.” you try.
The man smiles but it’s anything but friendly, it’s hostile, closed off, almost dangerous. This smile was predatory, he was the wolf and you were but a simple fawn, eyeing him up before he jumped. You can just tell, there’s more to him though, he’s hiding behind this smile. Trying to scare you; but why does he intrigue you so?
“Why should I trust you? I don’t know you at all. I’m not just gonna give up information that you could easily turn against me. For all you know, I could be lying and I’m actually with the cops, or worse-” he leans in further, and your foreheads are just a inch away from touching.
“-I could be the killer, talking to you right now.”
The thought, along with the low hum of his voice, sent a chill up your spine, it’s not as if he wasn’t right. He very well could’ve been the killer, revisiting the scene of the crime isn’t unheard of for killers anyway. As you stared the man down, his eyes flickered and turned into a warm gold, and something in you just clicked.
“You’re not the killer, I’d sooner believe you were an undercover or off-duty cop.” you say with the utmost of confidence.
The man smiles just a tad wider and his golden eyes pierce straight through you. Like he can see every little detail about you, like he’s looking directly inside of you, straight to your soul. “And how would you figure that?” he asks, and you have no shame as you speak your unadulterated truth.
“Your eyes.”
It’s those words that make him falter in his cocky front; make his intimidating demeanor crumble and his smile falls entirely.
“What?” he said quietly, genuinely taken aback by those two words.
You don’t have any confident comebacks or a way to sweep him off his feet and land a decisive blow, you simply smile and state your reasoning. “Your eyes,” you repeat “They’re warm, I can just sense the true you that you’re hiding. It’s not cold and it’s not evil, you’re not the killer, I know that for a fact.” you don’t know how you could say those things with such confidence; but something about his beautiful amber eyes just spoke to you.
Maybe it was your magic, maybe it’s the essence that he gives off that you can sense, or maybe it’s just your intuition speaking. You aren’t sure; but you are sure of the fact that this young man is not the one who killed any of these people. He did not lay a hand on Mary. Even as you saw him at the scene of the crime that night, his startled eyes being the only thing you saw, you knew this to be true.
Your reasoning had no logic backing it up, no proof, nothing; but it stunned the young man for a good moment. He managed to recollect himself though, he cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. You’d touched a nerve unknowingly it seemed, you may not be able to get anything out of him after all; but that’s okay, you stand by your words.
The man turns a bit and now you stare at his sharp profile, his eyebrows are knitted together and you swear you see the ghost of a pout forming, but you can’t be sure. He chances a side glance your way, and he straightens up.
“Whatever magic you used on me, cut it out.” he says, but this time his tone isn’t attempting to intimidate, it isn’t trying to make you squirm. It’s sulky, and you fight the urge to smile. What an interesting stranger.
“I haven’t used any magic, believe me, you’d know,” you reply and you flick a finger up to lift a pebble, and as you do, your eyes turn a bright silver.
The man huffs and you somehow managed to break through that irritatingly stubborn wall easier than you thought you would.
“Fine, I don’t know the wolf. It’s more about the fact that I think I know who killed him, and that girl.”
Your eyes widen and this time it’s you who walks into the young man’s space, he backs up a bit. “So you think someone else killed them too?!” you say in a forced whisper as to not draw too much attention. The man nods and tells you to walk a bit further in with him, you decide it’s fine.
You finally have something to hold onto. No matter how thin it may be.
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nikiskies · a day ago
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[12:23 a.m] → "We're about to close," Sunoo popped, sliding into the booth opposite yours. "Want me to accompany you to your dorms? It's late, and I don't feel comfortable letting you walk back alone."
You glanced at him, your eyes droopy and strained from the several hours of screen time you'd had that day. Your midterms were approaching faster than ever, causing the campus library to be packed with students struggling to cramp as much studying as they could.
Not wanting to revise amongst stressed students and having your own anxiety spiked up, you'd chosen to come to the cafe your best-friend, Sunoo, worked at.
Your gaze flitted to your surroundings, then landed on your wrist watch. You hadn't even realised you were the only one left and that it was way past midnight already.
"You have an early morning class tomorrow," you pointed out as you shut down your laptop and began packing your stuff. "You need to go home and sleep. Don't worry about me."
Sunoo snorted and rose from his seat. "I'll always worry about you."
Before you could reply, he snatched your backpack from your hand and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's go. I'm coming along."
In other circumstances, you would've smacked him for not listening to you, but you were so tired. Plus, having Sunoo walk you back to your dorms sounded like the best idea you'd heard that week. Maybe you could loop your arm through his and lean on him for support.
"Fine," you mumbled, causing a victorious grin to stretch the corners of his lips. You wondered how he had the energy to be so enthusiastic at this time of the night.
The two of you made your way to the door, and you waited patiently as he locked the cafe.
"Hold this," Sunoo instructed, handing your backpack to you again. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, considering how he had practically yanked it out of your grip before, but took it nonetheless.
Bending at his knees, your best friend motioned for you to climb on his back. "Get on."
"Sunoo," you whined, "you don't need to do this. I'm perfectly capable of walking."
"You look half-dead," he deadpanned. "I'd rather pick you up right now than wait for you to collapse on the way. It'd be much harder to carry you if that happened."
You laughed. "Stop exaggerating."
"Stop downplaying your exhaustion. You're working too hard; let me help you out."
You glared at him in annoyance. He met your gaze head-on, daring you to deny his claim. Sometimes, you hated how well he knew you. There was virtually nothing you could hide from him. Finally, you sighed, caving. "Okay."
Shrugging your backpack on, you put your arms around Sunoo's neck and jumped on his back. His hands were under your knees immediately, and he hoisted your body to hold you better.
Tightening your grip around him, you buried your face in his nape and whispered, "Thanks."
Sunoo hummed. "Get some sleep, yeah? I'll wake you up once we reach."
You smiled and closed your eyes shut, nuzzling the crook of his neck. You didn't know what you would have done without the boy there to support you and help you out during hard times. Sunoo truly was your tether to all things good, pulling you out when you were so close to drowning.
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taglist → @jjikyuu @maplecornia @doievoir @geniejunn @hwazoned @w3bqrl @n1k1tty @she-is-dreaming @namjoooonieee @youreverydayzebra @abdiitcryy @baekhyunstruly @heejojo @cherriruto @hime98 @luv4gyu @todorokiskitten @ac-ewow @atlas-sunshine @hoonstrology @heelariously @nc-teen @youngestdelacour
can't tag → @freessaaenhaa @yjungwonflower
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bangchan-fairy · 2 days ago
07:33 PM 
Summary: Your relationship with Jaehyun seems to be falling apart, and neither of you can find it in you to hold back your frustrations anymore.
Warnings: Swearing, A pretty rough argument on both sides, Angst, Rated PG-13
Genre: Angst, Established Relationship AU, Open-Ended (Possible part 2?)
Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun x Gender Neutral! Reader
Word Count: 500+
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“Why don’t you understand that I’m busy Y/n! I’m sorry I haven’t been home much lately, but I warned you hours ago that I wasn’t gonna be home until late tonight!” Jaehyun’s voice boomed through the house as he yelled, tears forming in both of your eyes as you continued shouting at one another. It seemed as if every time you saw one another you’d fight nowadays, and judging by the way you glared at him and opened your mouth to fire back a response, it seemed as if that wasn’t gonna stop any time soon.
“I do understand! But you’re never home anymore Jaehyun, I barely even get to see you! It feels like you’re just trying to cut me out of your life!” You shouted back with the same amount of fury, upset that he didn’t seem to care about barely seeing you.
“IT’S NOT JUST YOU Y/N! I’m not ‘ignoring’ you specifically or trying to cut you out, and I’m not avoiding you on purpose! I’m just incredibly busy between NCT 2021 and our next comeback we’re working on, for god’s sakes I literally slept on the practice room floor last night!” He fires at you, both of you now crying heavily at this point.
“Then take a break Jaehyun! Not just for me, but for you too! That’s not fucking healthy, you're gonna get seriously hurt!” You tried to tell him, but neither of you could be reasoned with as anger was completely clouding your judgement in the moment.
Jaehyun was silent for a moment after you suggested he take a break, making you think he just may listen to you and finally relax, take care of himself, spend time with you and allow this argument to be over, until he opened his mouth and stared at you with a look of pure and utter exhaustion. “I...I can’t do this anymore tonight, I’m exhausted. We can work this out tomorrow, I’m gonna go to the dorms.” 
You hadn’t thought it was possible for you to grow any angrier than you already had been until you heard those words fall from his mouth, eyes boring holes into your boyfriend as he gathered up enough essentials to spend the evening at the dorms. “God damnit Jaehyun, you can’t run away from me again! You barely spend any time with me and now you’re gonna sleep at the dorms too? You're not even gonna stay here so we can work this out?”, you screamed incredulously, not believing that he was willing to just walk away from you in the middle of an argument.
“Fine. Leave then. ” You responded curtly, not even bothering to spare your boyfriend a glance as you retreated into your bedroom. You uttered a final "If you truly loved me, I doubt you would have hesitated with your answer." and slammed the door behind you as he stared helplessly at the door you had disappeared into. Though you were absolutely furious, the moment you were alone you found yourself sinking to the floor as you were completely consumed by your own tears, hoping beyond all hope that he would return to you tomorrow as promised so that the two of you could work through this, so that this wouldn’t be the end of your relationship for good.
“We’re clearly not getting anywhere like this right now, neither of us are willing to budge and we’re both being stubborn. I feel like I’m about to pass out, so I’m calling one of the members to come pick me up so that I can get some rest. We can talk tomorrow when we’re both feeling more level-headed.” He said, voice now much calmer. His exhaustion had clearly caught up with him and dulled the anger inside of him, but the same could not be said for you in your rage. 
"Do you even love me?" You questioned your boyfriend as he faced away from you, heart all but shattering when it took him several seconds to respond to the seemingly simple question.
"Of course I do, Y/n." He sighed after a moment, the pause between your question and his response souring your mood even further as you glared at him.
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A/N: Wow I don’t write stuff that’s this angsty very often, it was actually kinda funto try it out hehe :) As I hinted at in the description of this timestamp, I’m considering writing a part 2, so if you wanna see a part 2 to this let me know! I’m happy to write a happy ending or a sad ending to this (or both) I just wanna know what you guys wanna see so let me know! Thank you so much for sending this in, anon, and I hope you enjoy how it turned out! :]
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softforqiankun · a day ago
five — i'm worth more than this
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love again masterlist
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pairing; solo artist!park sunghoon x photographer!female reader
warnings; swearing, mentions of cheating, reader feels broken, a lot of heartbreak
genre; heavy angst
taglist; @wonceboba @hendeurigf @wooyoung-a @moonsclover @seungstarss @its-madi @liliansun @dreamyeyes26 @kiillmeee @rein-deer-stuffs @fylithia @enhacolor @beany-beans @killyoselff @youreverydayzebra @c9tnoos @yougeans @shysakuno @shuaeunie @verifiedsunghoonsimp @sunbokie @ja4hyvn @enhasfever @raspberrygyus @theskzvibe @navsnct @staysstrays @babygay-stay @stoatwashere @lokideadontheinside @i43wons @abdiitcryy @luvrseung
a/n: protect y/n squad <3
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neo-shitty · 18 hours ago
star lost — b.c
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description. in which you find out the hard way that leaping off of skyscrapers was one of the ideal dates of the sky god’s favorite son. (inspired by star lost, to be very specific the 2:30 mark and onward — sequel to gladius maximus )
pairing. son of zeus!bang chan x gender-neutral reader who can see through the mist
genre. fluff, pjo!au, *gasps* established relationship!au
warnings. if you’re scared of heights, you can skip this one :]
word count. 1.3k
notes. my favorite mc returns!! i was working on another fic but i got the idea for this during a drive around the city and i just had to write it down :(( also, i wrote this on the night of your birthday. take it as a little gift from me. belated happy birthday bub! @lixiesbabyhands​  
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“Just trust me, okay?” Chan asks, snapping you back into focus when he grips your hand — warm even on a winter night. You look up and find him staring down at you, his own eyes bright with excitement while yours were dull with growing anxiousness. 
“Okay,” you answer, your breath fogging up the air in the space between you.
A gust sweeps through the helipad and a chill runs down your spine. This high up, you were closer to the stars than to the ground. Seoul City looked like series lights sprawled out on the living room floor minutes before you hung it on the Christmas tree. There were occasionally flickers and color changes, dim lights and worn out ones. You could spend the whole night breathing in the view of the city but it wasn’t what you were here for. Your hamstrings burned from the climb up the tallest structure in the vicinity, and if you backed out now, all your leg work would go to waste. 
“Are you ready?” 
No. The answer comes easily, a switch flipped by your raw honesty. You were beyond terrified, imagining everything that could go wrong from here. What if the winds don’t answer to Chan’s call because they have other things to do? It was winter now and there were blizzards to be blown and storms to be stirred. Backing out suddenly started seeming like the more plausible option. But your own curiosity has your fear in a headlock. You could try it now and you wouldn’t have to do it again if you didn’t like it. There was no way to find out if you wouldn’t like it unless you tried it, right?  
And there was no way to tell anything if you’re nothing but splatter on the sidewalk.
You come into a consensus with your last thought. If the odds aren’t in your favor, don’t risk it. Your mind clears before it reels into panic when you catch sight of Chan. His eyes glinted in the night, excitement overflowing and you still — breath hitching when you realized you were nodding both internally and physically.
“No. Chan, wait!” Your words fall on deaf ears. Chan’s lips twist into a smile before he steps, yanking you forward as he breaks into a sprint. Your mind registers the action late and before you know it you’re tripping over your own feet as your body twists as your center of gravity is tugged the opposite way. 
The cool December breeze nips on your skin and you shiver, breath falling short as your eyes catch a glimpse of the skyline. The night sky was a blanket of darkness up high, littered with specks of starlight. The city lights mirrored it below, burning brighter as you inched closer to the edge. The end of the building was a few strides away and your vision narrows, mentally paralyzed by your own fear. But your feet move on their own accord, choosing its own curiosity over your paranoia. 
Trust Chan, you told yourself, feeling the warmth of his palm against yours. 
Nope. Nope. Nope. You hear Chan’s light laugh and picture his eyes disappearing into thin lines as he breaks into a dimpled smile. Trust Chan. 
His legs bend at the last second, springing himself off the edge of the helipad. At times like this, you’re petrified that despite your perfect capability to think, the monkey-see-monkey-do principle proves itself true. You take the leap of faith, both of your feet leaving the solid floor of the helipad. And just like that you were falling.
For a moment you hover for as long as your jump lasts, suspended in a space equidistant from the sky and the ground. Buildings that made your neck ache when you looked up to them were nothing but tall blocks, cars that clogged the roads for hours every night were nothing but ants congo-lining to the nearest less congested street. City traffic never looked so good. You wanted to stay there forever.
Your stomach churns as gravity hooks itself to your body again after the leap. Unlike the cartoons, gravity’s pull was fast. Your balance tips, body tilting until you were diving in open air, the helipad of the tallest building in Seoul as your diving board. You feel your insides being misplaced, rearranged by the force tugging you downwards. 
Your eyes happen on the glass panels of the skyscraper, your reflections a blur on the smooth black surface but you make out the smile plastered on Chan’s face. He twists in the air, turning you to him with a tug of your arm. He lost his cap some time during the fall, dark curls free of restraint and ruffled by the wind. You’re unsure if the thumping in your rib cage was from the sight of him or from the disorientation of seeing the sky below your feet. 
Chan pulls you to him, snaking an arm around your waist to press you against him. “Hold on tight!” He yells through the wind, your arms automatically hooking around his neck. 
You were falling together, a spear slicing through the air and you’re falling faster and faster. The grand view narrows, disappearing behind other skyscrapers and you don’t realize how close you are to the ground until you see it rushing up to meet you when you look up. 
“Chan!” Your eyes flutter shut and you brace yourself for impact.
But it never comes. Your breath hitches as you’re swooped upward, saved from becoming a blot of blood and insides on the pavement. You were flying sideways when you pry your eyes open, no longer falling to your deaths off the side of a skyscraper. Buildings tower over you again and you exhale a breath of relief that you’re close to the ground again. You sail through the streets of Seoul over a river of metal car roofs and black asphalt. 
You wonder what the people see through the Mist. You guess that it’d be a flock of birds flying through city streets where they shouldn’t be, or whatever their eyes wanted them to see. Often you longed for a normal life, without having to see otherworldly creatures walking among people. But a normal life didn’t include this and your eyes drift back to Chan. 
Car horns go off behind you and you’re far past them before the sound reaches your ear. The city quiets as you round a corner, buildings replaced by open air and arcs of metal with warm lights hanging off them. You realize you were flying over one of the bridges crossing the Han River when Chan makes a turn and follows the river itself. The wind stills, no longer howling in your ear like earlier as you drift over more peaceful territory. 
Below you the river is tranquil, mirroring the sky full of stars high above with the city lights on its surface.
“Can we get any lower?” you ask, your voice quiet, vocal box lost somewhere down the fall earlier.
Chan glances at you momentarily. “Can’t sorry. River monsters don’t like me.” A laugh escapes your lips but you don’t say anything else, drinking in the view of the city from a vantage point you only saw through drone cameras. “It wasn’t that scary right?”
You tear your eyes away from the glittering water and catch Chan’s gaze, bright and warm unlike the chilly atmosphere around you. “It felt just like skydiving without the safety gear.”
His eyebrows furrow, forehead wrinkling. “I am your safety gear.”
“You’re a hazard, Bang Chan. What are the odds that your father would shoot us out of the sky?”
“Little.” He answers. “But that’s assuming that he likes you.”
The winds bend and you fly slower, drifting through the open air in silence. Just you, Chan, and the sky of infinite stars that stretched out in every direction your eyes could see.
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amakumos · 21 hours ago
shoot! - eight ; is genshin impact a dating app
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-synopsis: number one rule of having online friends: don’t fall in love with them. but after one year of being friends with cheolsoo, someone you met while playing co-op with in genshin, the little fluttering feeling in your stomach every time he texts you is too hard to ignore. so, after a year of talking and being friends, you and cheolsoo finally decide to meet - but then you realise that “cheolsoo” is actually nishimura riki, a famous kpop idol. so now, you have to deal with having the fattest crush on someone you basically don’t even know. shoot.  -genre: friends to lovers, crack, fluff, smau + some written chapters -pairing: idol!riki x fem!reader -warnings: swearing, Riki are reader r both dumb, ignore timestamps -taglist (closed): @shinsou-rii​ @ddeonubaby​ @vilenishis​ @hakuyeo​ @hoonslvr @primorange​ @wonamour​ @ncityy04​ @mildlystupid​ @yjwfav​ @hobistigma​ @giyyuzz​ @yenart​ @dinosdance​ @icywhatim​ @youreverydayzebra​ @meijiamikas​ @ja4hyvn​ @c9tnoos​ @mitsukifilms​ @minkyeos​ @sunshine-skz​ @bridgebridgebirdiebridge @emwonx​ @floverful​ @yanqsfairy​ @iamnotgrootforiamthor​ @sheepgardenenha​ @dear-dreamie​ @sugastapes​​ @liliansun​​ @yunatic0​​ @cwsana​​ @vampsvngie​​ @emobeomgyu​​ @art-junkie-13​​ @sushiriki​​ @riklvrs​​ @duolingofanaccount @neptuniees @isaluv​​ @sanshinexxxsan @kimiczi​ @currently-existing​​ @enhypenisnotforsale​​ @silkyyvenus​​ @ahnneyong​​ @ifornishii @shynypeacekitten @beomslonghair​​ @xoxojayd3n​​ @nashionalpotatocorner​​ @acciomylove​​ @itzxvaxella​​ @meiiiwa​
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previous. ★ next. ♡ masterlist.
authors note: shorter chapter bc i accidentally deleted this chapter and there was supposed to b one more tweet here but i cant find it </3 but it was just eunkyung think yns being sus again
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freckledwinterfalls · a day ago
SKZ when their s/o finds the cure for cancer <3
requested by @eastleighsblog:
Hi love can I request skz reacting to you their gf discovering the cure for cancer?
a/n: sorry this took so long, baby 🥺
He'd be so proud don't touch me 😭
You better believe he's gonna be giving you non-stop hugs T^T
And calling his family and friends to say his baby discovered THE CURE FOR CANCER UMMM BIG BRAIN VIBES
No lie, this man is in awe of your brilliance.
He a l w a y s kisses the side of your head and says, "Gotta keep this pretty brain healthy with my love."
Yes, that's right, keep those brain kisses rolling, Chrissy boy
And when you and he fly out to Europe so you can receive the Nobel Prize?
He's standing up as you walk up to the stage, beaming and clapping louder than anyone else 🥺
If he kept you a secret from Stay before to avoid a dating scandal, he refuses to now T^T <3333
more under the cut uwu
I already know he's completely flabbergasted.
You come home shaking with excitement, aching to tell him.
You'd been suspecting that you'd found the cure for months now, but it had to undergo serious testing ofc ofc
But today, the news was certain! You and your team had discovered the cure!
He stands up as soon as you walk in the door, noticing that you're trembling ecstatically
When you tell him the spectacular news, he's just kinda 🧍🏻‍♂️ wut
And then as it slowly sinks in that his baby discovered THE cure for cancer, his pretty face slowly breaks into a huge smile and he drowns you in hugs T^T
Kay so this man knows talent
It's why he fell in love with you so hard in the first place!
So when he finds out, he's both extremely excited for you and so very UNsurprised.
Obvi you were gonna discover it 🥱
But if you thought he was clingy before, he's like a little koala now 🥺
He's always sticking onto you like glue, and his face is always smiling with the widest grin skdfjdlkf
You're almost afraid all his friends and family are going to start hating your guts because every time Changbin has a conversation, he somehow manages to throw you in there
"How're you and your girl, Bin?"
"Oh, we're good, she just discovered the cure for cancer."
"..... Yeah, you said so five minutes ago." 💀
"I always knew you were going to find it 🙄🔪❤️"
But he only does it to tease you
You can tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he's actually jumping up and down internally
And he smothers you in kisses like never before 🤨
You come from the lab?
He jumps up and smooches you on the lips and says, "How's my beautiful genius?"
He comes into the living room while you're watching NatGeo?
He's gonna plop down beside you on the couch, turns your chin so he can kiss you sweetly, and quips, "Hey, Doctor."
Draws pictures of you holding a Nobel Prize even before you get the invitation ToT
And once you DO get the Prize, the picture of you holding it is his wallpaper for the next year AT LEAST 🥺
PLEASE this lil bean is bursting with pride :(((
He can't stop smiling
He can't stop beaming
He can't stop thinking about you
He's probably written about five songs now inspired by how happy and proud he felt the moment you told him the news
Honestly, he's on cloud 9 T^T
Like Hyunjin, he's always kissing you, whether it's your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your hands --
And the compliments and comments on your marvelous brain are never-ending 😌
The members have given up on trying to talk to him, because he's always so deep in thoughts of you and your genius that they wind up having to go
"Jisung. Jisung. ....... JISUNG!!!"
before he finally hears them 💀
Not full on sobbing, but several tears glistening with pure joy escape the corners of his eyes, and he pulls you into the biggest hug :(((
He whispers over and over, "I'm so proud of you. So proud, baby, so proud."
And he's just so overjoyed and so happy that you can't help but start crying too
"You did it!" He gives you a huge, watery grin, squeezing your shoulders. "I always knew you could!"
For the next several months, all he can feel is such giant, overwhelming pride and happiness that he can barely speak.
He just walks around with the glowy-est smile ever, and constantly holds you, kisses you, pets your hair
He's the quietest of them all 🥺
Like lixie, he's just so overwhelmed by all the emotion that he can't even speak
But he shows his pride in other ways
He leaves sticky notes in the randomest places for you with sweet messages telling you to eat brain food for your genius noodle 😌
He sends bouquets of flowers to your apartment EVERY DAY, with cards telling you how much he loves you and how proud he is :(((
And the first song he ever writes is inspired by you and how you made him feel so powerful
Powerful because you, his baby, are so intelligent and influential and amazing and beautiful and genius and sldjflskdjflk :(((
Okay, but this kid is so young 🥺
He almost just doesn't know how to react!
All he knows is that he's SO in love with you, and SO proud of you that he feels like he's going to explode
For the next few months, all he asks are questions about how you knew it was the cure and how you discovered it and how you felt when you first realized that you'd succeeded-
He wants to know e v e r y t h i n g
Baby bwead just be in awe of you and your talent :(((
He's always playing with your fingers now
And when you ask, "Baby, what are you doing >//<"
He smiles at you with that beautiful smile that makes your heart stop and says:
"These are the hands that found the cure for cancer. I've got to give them lots of love." 🥺🥺🥺
And he kisses your knuckles uwuwuwuwwu >-<
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narsicen · a day ago
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Is it so wrong to say ‘I love you’ ?
Word count: 1.3k
Pairing: Ateez’s Yeosang x Fem!reader
Genre: fluff, romance, BxG,secret relationship!au, idol!Yeosang, non-idol!reader,
Warning: established relationship, I don’t think its much of a warning (??) but if it is i decided to put it here in case. But aside from that, I don’t think there is anything that is triggering in the story, please do message me if there is something that I missed!
A/N note: hELOOO to the person who requested this hi hello yes congrats! youre the first person i had to request ateez 🥲 anyway its just some fluffy stuff, and all about Yeosang and y/n wanting to come out to the fans as a couple (not actually though, since I coudlnt think of any other way to relay it through a vlive or something) but Enjoy! P.S so fudging sorry it took so long, I got super mentally tired the past month so :( but I do hope you enjoy it!
Tag list (?): @lixxarolli
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Ever since you and Yeosang have been together, Yeosang was known for wanting to keep his private life to himself and to the people he trusted. You didn’t mind that especially with the situation Yeosang was in as an idol.
The rest of the boys knew of your relationship and that’s as far as the news of you two has gone, and you supported his decision of keeping your relationship a secret for now, for both your sake and his.
You’ve never been against his opinion or choice about keeping the relationship secret. But you would be lying if you said you haven’t at least once or twice doubted him, considering how almost every time his answer would be unsure or giving nearly the same reason. You often brushed it off and scolded yourself for being like this, he has his reasons and you being in this situation, should have been more understanding.
You dusted your outfit a little as you walked out to the living room to meet up with Yeosang, you glanced up to him with a tight-lipped smile, and he offered a small smile in return.
He held out his elbow for you to take, he gestured a little with his head toward the door asking silently if you were ready, you gave him a slight nod as you hook your arm with his, following him out the door and into the company van that would take you two to your date location.
You looked at the several street lamps that the car sped by, with each luminance from the lamps becoming faint streaks of light instead, you admired the few twinkling stars and the crescent moon that reflected itself on the midnight blue Han river.
‘Have any idea what to eat when we get there?’ Yeosang leaned towards you sidewardly from his seat, a brow slightly quirked and a flat smile to top it off.
Turning to face him, you purse your lips inwardly and furrow your brows, ‘Not sure actually, with the number of times we’ve visited that restaurant, I don’t think it's easy finding a favorite dish on the menu.’
The boy chuckled softly, averting his gaze to the floor while easing his expression, he turned back to your face that beamed at him, ‘You can just say you forgot your usual order.’ His soft voice hinted with tease, you scoffed at him as you crossed your arms,
‘As if.’ You crooned at him just as you reached to grab a mask to wear once the vibration from the car’s engine turned off.
‘The reservation didn’t push through?’ Yeosang lowered his head, speaking softly to the lady at the front desk of the restaurant, you stood a few meters away from the front desk, scrolling aimlessly at your pitch-black screen, trying your best to avoid grabbing any attention.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Yeosang hanging his head low as he jogged slightly to your spot just behind a giant potted plant. ‘Okay, good news or bad news?’
‘.. Uhm- goo- no, bad news first’ You fidgeted with your phone with your hands as you waited for his answer.
‘Bad news is the reservation had an error soooo.. it might be difficult to get a more private area for our date’
‘And the good news?’
You looked at him as his movement as you felt him straighten his posture beside you, he had the slight familiar crinkle in his eyes when he smiled, ‘There’s a table on the rooftop but there’s no guarantee that it’s completely “private”.’ He made two air quote finger signs.
You sighed softly, watching your feet for a few moments while you weighed down the consequences. Yeosang watched you scrunch your face slightly while you were in a moment in your thoughts, he smiled softly at your little habit.
‘We could always go to another restaurant though.’ You reasoned.
‘Yeah… but this is our favorite one, I’m sure it’s going to be fine.’ He reassured you, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, or well he tried to, the mask he wore didn’t exactly permit him to kiss you properly.
The view wasn’t bad, well it looked better than you'd imagined, and you just couldn’t help but stare at the glowing buildings in the distance that seemed to act as compensation for all the missing stars in the sky.
But aside from that, you also couldn’t help but realize that some people looked and noticed you two. You grew anxious, not only because of the constant on and off eyes that would glance at you two, but also because you were scared of the problems that might arise later on, and that might affect both you and Yeosang.
The boy across from you noticed you picking at your food, and hanging your head low. He slid his hand on the table to reach for yours, once he grabbed your attention, he smiled at you, reassuring you that it was okay.
You felt slightly better but that didn’t dismiss the fact that some people could have seen you two just hand holding right there if you would consider it hand-holding.
‘It’s fine, let them look at us all they want, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.’ He whispered, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand, you couldn’t bite back the small smile that started forming on your lips.
‘Did you enjoy your food?’ Yeosang offered you his hand to use as a place for you to grab onto while you made your way down the stairs. ‘It was good, but it didn't taste any better than cardboard after I realized everyone was looking at us.’
‘Y/N.. I told you it’s fine, we weren’t doing anything wrong to them or other people.’
‘But still.. I’m worried, I can tell, by tomorrow or in a few days, there’s going to be articles of this and you’re going to get in trouble,’ You followed side by side while you two made your way outside of the restaurant. ‘We should just go home and try to avoid getting over people’s attention.’
Yeosang kept quiet, he listened to your concerns and your little rambles, not that he minded it or found it annoying.
‘Where are you going?’ You asked him, watching as he was a few steps away from you.
‘The ice cream shop down the street? What are you doing not coming with me? You love ice cream.’ He offered you a sweet smile while extending his hand out for you to take, you reluctantly took his offer. ‘I just said we should try to avoid getting anyone’s attention, I don’t want you getting in trouble.’
You shook your entwined hands slightly, signaling for him to let go, you both knew that you were only doing these kinds of measures to try to limit the suspicions against you two, and you never meant it in a way to push him away from you.
‘Yeosang-..’ You mumbled as you tried to wiggle your hand out of his grip.
‘Y/N,’ He squeezed your hand slightly, obviously he didn’t show any signs of letting your hand go anytime soon. ‘I don’t want to get in trouble either, but I don’t think I want to hide you anymore.’
You slowed down as he spoke, he did the same, you both turned to face each other, this time you didn’t show any signs of wanting to let go of his hand anymore.
‘I’m sorry I took so long to give you an answer. And I’m sorry that my answer sometimes was a little repetitive.’ He scoffed at his little apology, you chuckled at the way he seemed a little flustered telling you this.
‘I think I’ll be more than comfortable with letting them know about us, like I said before, we aren’t doing anything wrong, I don’t think it’s wrong if I want them to know that I love you.’
‘And.. I’m also so glad you waited for me to say this.’ The boy took your other hand in his own, you may not have seen it but you could feel him grinning widely behind his mask.
‘Happy Anniversary, N/N’
‘I love you.’
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ryuflix · 2 days ago
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 ! [by ryuflix!]
- p.js x k.y/n x c.yj
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*•.¸ kim y/n ¸.•* the 'leader' of the group [also can be ringmaster since theyre just clowns after all]. has a small group of friends who she loves and they love her equally too! taehyung is her older brother [lucky bitch] [i meant taehyung. go kween y/n] very sassy but very lovable. hates jay with all of her heart. [with valid reason your honour!] has had a crush on yeonjun since she set eyes on him [which was back in high school lmao]
*•.¸ hwang yeji ¸.•* ah. y/ns best friend since they were babies. [so that makes hyunjin the same too!] very supportive of y/n and is always, ALWAYS there for her when she needs it. [get me someone like this pls] very crack but will beat a bitch up if she needs to. <3
*•.¸ hwang hyunjiin ¸.•* the other hwang. [claims to be the better one but we shall see... we shall see..] dances amazingly well and is the one who suggested that y/n take the dance major at HYBE uni. [btw hyunjin is older than them ( by 'them' I mean everyone except Taehyung) so hes already going to HYBE UNI]. sees y/n as his adorable younger sister and loves her more than he loves yeji [dont tell her that i beg you.]
*•.¸ han jisung ¸.•* oooo y/ns besteyyyyy. absolutely cares for y/n 100%. always got her back and is so so so sweet to her :( [teases her shit ton for liking yeonjun but wbk its besf thingz] sings really well and is pretty close with bang chan. one of yeonjuns friend [so y/n always begs him to ask if yeonjun knows her LMAO]
*•.¸ kim taehyung ¸.•* omg our handsome older brother who everyone simps over [dw y/n has fan boys too guys :) ] tries not to show how much he cares for y/n but will run to her with a whole ass ambulance if she hurts herself even just a little bit. [sure dude u hate ur sister o-0] very cute overall 100/10 cutie.
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primroseyunho · a day ago
december 1st
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❀ kim hongjoong x reader
❀ gender neutral
❀ “I think December 1st in my favorite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”
❀ word count: 424
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Hongjoong wished he had his phone at hand, or a camera, because as he watched you bustle around your cramped apartment living room with a light in your eyes that couldn’t be extinguished by anything in this moment, all he wanted to do was take a picture and immortalise how beautiful you looked. Your hands fiddled with a ribbon as you tied it on the handmade ornaments the two of you had spent the afternoon making. Whilst Hongjoong’s were beautifully painted with delicate strokes, your own looked a little more like a kindergarten art project. Still, he loved yours just as much as his own, even with their slightly mangled snowmen.
He pushed himself up from where he’d been leaning against the door and made his way over to you, eyes never leaving your frame as your tongue poked out the corner of your mouth in concentration. Settling himself beside you on the floor, he gently picked at some pieces of tinsel that made their way into your hair.
“Well someone is awfully happy,” he commented as he brushed at the strands of hair framing your face, pushing them behind your ear.
A warm blush overtook your features at his actions as you replied, “I have every reason to be. It’s snowing outside, we have hot chocolate, and it’s the start of our first Christmas season living together.”
A bubbly feeling settled in Hongjoong’s stomach hearing how happy you were. Still he was curious as he questioned, “Sure, but you look happier than you do on Christmas day itself. You haven’t even gotten any presents yet.” He poked at your side teasingly, eliciting a small whine from you.
“I think December 1st in my favorite day of the whole year, though, as opposed to actual Christmas day. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect,” you softly admitted, glancing up at your boyfriend with a shy smile.
“Hmm, I think it’s you who’s perfect.”
There was a beat where you just stared at each other. Then uncontrollable giggles spilled out from both of you, your bodies falling into one another.
“Joong, what in the world kind of line was that?”
“I know, I know that was so corny, I’m sorry baby.”
“Dang, you write ballads for Seonghwa and all I get are cheesy one liners.”
As the two of you devolved into lighthearted bickering, only one thought went through Hongjoong’s mind. God, he was in love. So, so in love.
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