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Stress Relief Series Part 4- KSJ

 Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jin/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 6k

Tags: Smut, fingering, eating out, fucking against a mirror, wrap it before you tap it people, spanking, dirty talk, Jin calls her princess.

Authors Note: You can not tell me Seokjin wouldn't love to fuck someone against a mirror so he could look at himself. I rest my case.

In case you missed it

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Part 3

Spring had finally decided to make an appearance four days after your steamy night with Jungkook and you were going to take full advantage of the beautiful weather.

Right as the clock struck noon you grabbed your bag and your light pink spring coat making your way out of your stuffy office and crossing the busy street to the park which had many beautiful trees that were just starting to bloom, bringing the promise of longer days and balmy temperatures.

You found yourself smiling as you spotted the perfect bench under a giant oak tree and you snagged it before anyone else could, setting out your lunch and deciding to people-watch instead of scrolling your phone like you usually did during your hour-long lunch.

The park was full of people, mostly kids playing around, some runners and bike riders, and of course, many couples holding hands and taking pictures as the sun beamed down on them.

You smiled at the happy couples feeling joy blooming in your chest.

You had been happy all week which was totally due to the sudden nice weather and definitely not because you had not stopped thinking of that night with Jungkook.

Nope, that wasn't it at all.

You were so lost in your thoughts of that night that you hardly noticed your phone vibrating on your lap.

You scooped it up last minute and saw someone was calling you

more specifically an unknown number was calling you

“Hello?” You answered settling into the bench and throwing your head back to let the rays of sun that were peaking through the branches hit your face.

“Hey Y/N right?” Came a suave male voice you sort of recognized.

“Yes, this is her.” You answer trying to match his suaveness.

“It's Kim Seokjin. How are you?”

You jolt your head up so fast the world spins for a moment.

You really thought you'd be used to this by now but you still felt your heart race in your chest at the prospect that he was reaching out to you.

Tae never said who would contact you when so it was always a surprise.

“I'm good just on my lunch break how about you?” You ask trying to seem as chill as possible.

“Good we are just on a break here and I figured I'd reach out.” He says voice dropping low which has your eyebrow quirking up and arousal flooding your veins.

“Hmm and what did you want to reach out about?” You almost purr which has him softly chuckling on the other line.

“Well as you are very aware we have a tour coming up and there are things I'd like to do before we leave, things that make me feel less stressed you know.” He teases which has your thighs clenching together.

You pushed your hair back from your face and smiled deviously.

“And what would those things be hmm?” You inquire biting at your lips.

“Well, so here's the thing.” He says, his voice no longer an octave lower, and has you sitting up in your seat.

“I have a reservation booked at Lalune tomorrow night and wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. I know one of the chefs and he told me to come anytime but we have our tour coming up so I want to go before I leave. What do you say?”

You are speechless

Lalune was known as one of the top-end restaurants and was rated the best restaurant for the past three years. It was in a fancier part of the city and you had walked by it before. You remembered seeing people sitting at small quaint tables lined with black tablecloths drinking and eating food that was probably half your rent. There was a massive fireplace and a giant chandelier with small crescent moons hanging from it. The place screamed money and you never thought you'd even be allowed to step foot in there.

“I...um? Are you sure?” You ask as you fiddle with your dress pants and top, mentally going through your entire closet to try to remember if you have anything fancy to wear.

“If I wasn't sure I wouldn't ask. Yes, I'm sure. It's always more fun to share a meal with other people. I tried to get Namjoon to come with me but he already has plans...some art thing.” Seokjin explains as you feel your heart hammer in your chest.

“Oh yeah, the new exhibit is supposed to be really cool, about light refraction in art.” You say as you gather your things and head back towards the office.

“Impressive. I'll have to let Namjoon know our girl knows her art.” Seokjin teases as you feel yourself blush.

Our girl

“Anyway please say yes. I'm going to be honest I'm not someone who can just... hook up with someone I don't know. I'd love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better. I don't want you to think I'm using this dinner to get in your pants at all! Like I said earlier it's always fun to eat with company. And if we don't end up hooking up I hope I make a really good friend.” He says which has you smiling as you enter the office.

“Of course, I'll go with you.” You say heading towards the elevator and trying to keep the giddiness in your chest at bay.

“Okay! I'll come pick you up around six! Oh, you're going to love it!” Seokjin says his voice laced with excitement.

You say your goodbyes and hang up and by the time you make it back to your office, you can't stop grinning.

And here you are now.

Standing in front of a mirror wearing a little black dress adorned with gold jewelry. Your hair is pinned up in a half up-do and you are nervously pacing your living room waiting for his car to arrive.

You try your best not to pick at your lips or nails as you wait, instead, you focus on straightening everything out in case he does want to come up after dinner.

Right at six you hear a car outside and race to the window to see a black van with the license plate he texted you earlier.

You hastily grab your bag and your tan pea coat before locking the door to your apartment, your heels click-clacking on the concrete steps as you make your way to the car.

Seokjin is standing outside of it holding the door open and your jaw almost drops.

There is a reason he is called worldwide handsome.

His hair is dark and pushed back from his forehead with a few stay pieces flopping forward giving him an effortlessly disheveled look. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a low-cut black shirt underneath and multiple necklaces. His dress pants are also dark and something about the way he looks makes your heart race fast and your stomach flip in arousal.

“You look beautiful.” He says as a way of greeting you as he helps you into the van and slides in the back seat alongside you.

Before you can comment on how good he looks, the van is already pulling away from the curb and he is talking excitedly about this restaurant and the menu.

You let him chat the whole ride there taking in every word. It was obvious he knew a lot about different foods and different flavor combinations and you soaked it all in as the driver pulled the car in behind the restaurant and Seokjin got out to get your door for you.

A classic gentleman.

“I had the chef get us a private room with a private menu too. I hope you don't mind.” He says as you step out of the vehicle and he takes your hand to lead you to a back door.

He slips his phone out of his jacket and sends a quick text and stares down at you.

“I did mean what I said earlier. You are very beautiful. No wonder Taehyung wouldn't stop talking my ear off until I pushed him to approach you.” He teases which has your jaw-dropping.

“Wait what? I didn't know that.” You respond as the door opens and Seokjin puts a hand on your back to usher you inside.

A waitress takes you down a narrow hallway and soon enough you are in a fairly large room that has the lights dimmed and a couple tables decorated with black tablecloths and small pillar candles that have tiny moons and suns carved into them.

Other couples are sitting at these tables but none of them look up when you and Seokjin get seated at your table.

“This is called the parlor, it's very private and you are only allowed in if you know the chef or the owner.” He explains as he pulls out the chair for you and you graciously sit down.

You stare around the room taking it all in. The fireplace is lit and throwing light around the room which is catching the small stars and moons hanging from the ceiling, their reflections illuminated on the walls.

“This place is amazing. I mean. Wow Seokjin.” You breathe out still taking your time to look around.

He smiles at you in a way that makes you suddenly feel shy.

“Please call me Jin. Seokjin is much too formal.” He says as the waitress from earlier comes back and brings a bottle of wine to the table.

You both drink slowly as you take in the atmosphere and the soft music playing in the background.

“I'm just honored you'd want to take me here. Like genuinely honored.” You say staring at his handsome face and trying not to blush under the low light.

“Well, you are much prettier to look at than Namjoon.” Jin teases as his hand traces the stem of the wine glass and you smirk and shake your head at his boldness.

“So you were there the night Taehyung and I first met?” You ask as your first course gets delivered to the table.

Jin smiles softly and begins to tell the story as you both eat.

Six courses and a bottle of wine later you are feeling full and happy. It turns out you and Jin had a lot to talk about and the conversation and atmosphere were both wonderful.

When the check came Jin slipped his black card to the waitress and smiled softly at you as you finished the last sips of your wine. You wanted to take it easy on the alcohol tonight as you wanted to remember this entire night.

“I'm just going to text the driver to let him know we are finished,” Jin said pulling out his phone and smiling as he typed away.

The parlor slowly started to empty out and after a couple quick messages Jin announced the driver was there and it was time to go.

You stood up and his hand was soft and warm on your back as he directed you out into the hallway and out the back door where the car was already waiting.

Even though spring had arrived the nights were still cool so you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself as Jin rushed forward to open the door for you.

You climbed in with him right behind you and the van made its way back to your apartment.

The drive back was mostly quiet. You watched the city lights from the window as Jin typed on his phone. You weren't offended at all, instead, you were grateful for the silence as you tried to remember every single detail of tonight and commit it to memory.

“Sorry, Namjoon is sending me pictures of the exhibit to show me what I'm missing out on,” Jin said with a laugh as he showed you his phone and the very artsy pictures Namjoon had taken.

“Looks nice.” You say slowly resting your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy from all the food.

“Better than a dinner date with me?” He teases as he fishes his arm out from your body to wrap it around your shoulders.

“That depends. Would the exhibit have that great toffee dessert we had?” You tease as the car pulls up to your apartment.

Jin laughs at your joke and you slowly remove your head from his shoulder when you feel the car stop.

“I know the exhibit wouldn't but maybe your apartment would? Should I come inside to check?” Jin answers smoothly as your eyes widen and you nod.

He smirks at you.

You both make your way into the apartment and you kick off your shoes as Jin looks around. You let him take his time as you shuck off your coat and begin to walk around turning on lamps to cast the space in a warm cozy glow.

“This space is beautiful! Except there is something wrong with your couch.” He says as he also takes off his shoes and shucks off his jacket.

You stare at the couch seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it.

“What do you mean?” You ask him still staring at the couch confused.

“There's a Tata plush on it.” Jin points out and you bite back a laugh.

The day after Jungkook came over you found a strange white package on your doorstep. You didn't order anything but it had your address on it so you carefully tore it open to see a small Tata plush wrapped in tissue paper and bubble wrap.

You shook your head at Taehyung's antics and grinned when you saw a note fall out.

Just a reminder of who was here first baby girl. Missing you

You texted Taehyung thanking him for the gift and he sent a kissy emoji back. You decided to keep Tata on your couch as decoration from then on.

“Yeah, Tae sent that to me as a kind of joke.” You answer as Jin walks over and he rolls his eyes.

“It should be an RJ plush. So much better you know.” He teases with a tilt of his eyebrow.

You laugh as he pulls you in closer and your breath hitches. He is even more beautiful up close as his warm hands wrap around your middle bringing you flush against his strong chest.

You smile up at him and before you know it he pulls you even closer causing your noses to brush and his lips to meet yours halfway.

You kiss him softly and slowly, letting him take control as he takes his time exploring your mouth. His hands run up and down your back making goosebumps rise on your skin.

He pushes harder against you and you gasp which gives him time to lick at the seam of your mouth. You feel your body tingle with desire when you run your hands up and down his broad shoulders and his hands tangle in your hair.

His hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold it steady as he very slowly tilts your head back so your jaw and neck as exposed to his soft lips.

His kisses are warm against your skin and he sucks light marks into your neck which has you pushing your body into his.

When he sucks harder his name falls from your lips in a drawn-out moan and he pulls away grinning at you.

“I wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you.” He admits as you blush under his gaze.

He confidently grabs your hand and takes you through your apartment until you are both standing in the bathroom.

You can't help but laugh.

“Jin my bedroom is the next door over.” You say as he steps towards you until your body is flush against the bathroom counter.

Jin's eyes are dark and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

“I was thinking we could fuck right here. If you'd be up for that.” He responds darkly as you shiver under his gaze and he grabs your arm to spin you around so you are facing your own reflection.

“You mean shower sex?” You almost whisper as you can feel the tension in the room rise. His eyes are dark and staring into yours through the mirror as his hands come up to trace your curves over your dress.

“I mean I want to fuck you against this mirror so you can watch how good I make you cum.” He answers as you shiver and nod.

“Use your words, princess.” He demands as his hand plays with the zipper at the top of your dress. Your eyes are blown wide with lust and you answer him, your eyes never leaving his piercing stare through the mirror.

He chuckles and his hand tugs on the zipper of your dress. He takes his time dragging it down, so slowly you are squirming when he finally gets it zipped down to your hips.

“Step out of it for me princess.” He commands as you comply and kick the fabric out the door.

“God your body is perfect.” He mutters as his hands explore your body. He takes his time with you, hands lightly grazing your skin making goosebumps appear as he unclips your bra and throws it to the floor.

His hands replace the bra as he cups your breasts and lets his thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples and you arch your back into his body as a moan falls from your lips.

“Such a pretty girl.” Jin coos as his hands massage and grope at your breasts. You grip the counter for support and your eyes roll back when he pinches a nipple between two fingers.

“And so responsive too.”

You don't bother to answer instead you let him explore your body. His hands begin to massage the underside of your breasts and soon enough they are moving down to your underwear.

You tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder and try to keep your eyes open to stare at what is happening through the mirror.

You have never had an out-of-body experience before but you feel like this is as close as you'd ever be to getting on.

“Can I take these off?” He asks motioning to your underwear and you nod frantically.

As he did with your dress he takes his time taking off your underwear, sliding them painfully slowly down your butt and thighs until you can take them off and kick them out of the way.

You are stark naked in front of him and he is grinning at you like he just won the lottery.

“Gotta be honest. I'm really glad Namjoon couldn't attend tonight. This view. Better than any art exhibit.” He says as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you melt into his touch.

You whine out his name and his eyes snap to yours in the mirror reflection.

“Didn't I tell you, princess? You have to use your words.” He teases as his hands run up and down your hips and you once again arch back into him, delighted to feel his hard-on pressing against your back.

The feeling of his hard cock trapped in his slacks has you gasping as Jin continues to pepper kisses along your shoulders, his hands still exploring the expanse of your naked body.

“Want to see you too Jin. Wanna see you naked.” You whimper as his lips leave your neck and he grins at you through the reflection.

He takes his time taking off his necklaces and placing them on the counter and when he finally gets his shirt over his head you gasp.

His body is tanned and toned. His shoulders look even broader without a shirt and you can't stop your eyes from wandering down to the very obvious bulge in his pants.

“Pants too. Wanna make you cum.” You plead as you try to spin around to help him take off his belt but he's too strong and keeps you caged against the counter, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he pushes his hard cock into your back, keeping you pinned.

“Let me make you cum first.” He says as his hands start to move towards your core which is soaked with arousal.

You spread your legs to give him better access and he chuckles against the damp skin of your neck.

“I wanna eat you out. Is that okay?” He asks as his hand finally comes to your center and he drags his finger through your arousal.

You throw your head back and whine loudly as Jin's finger comes up to play with your aching clit.

“Please. Fuck. Please Jin.” You beg as he smiles and swipes your arousal on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

You watch him suck his index finger and wink at you and you are pretty sure you have acceded and gone to heaven.

Once he cleans his finger he grabs your hips to angle them backwards and grabs a bath towel to kneel on.

You step back to give him some room to kneel in front of you and grip onto the counter for support.

“I told you I wanted you to watch yourself cum. Your eyes close. I stop.” He says as he presses warm kisses up your thighs and you spread your legs wide.

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he dives right in and starts to lick at your pussy.

You groan and try your best to keep your eyes open as he licks and sucks at your clit, making pleasure shoot through your veins and your legs shake.

His hands come around to grab at your ass and push your pussy onto his face and you struggle to stay upright when he switches between long strokes and quick ones.

“Eyes open love.” He reminds you before diving right back in.

His hands are kneading your ass and trying to hold you steady as you are a mess of moans above him. Everything feels so sensitive and so good and you know you aren't going to last as long as you would like to.

His tongue circles your clit and your hand reaches down to card though his feather-soft hair. His eyes lock on yours and he dares to wink at you as he eats you out with such precision you are sure your neighbors are going to put in a noise complaint.

You feel the coil of pleasure getting tighter and you try to hold off. You try to savor it as much as possible and not cum on his tongue after only a short while of him eating you out.

But of course, Jin is not having any of that and he pulls his tongue away and quickly replaces it with his long fingers.

One finger enters you and you feel your eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

You snap your eyes open when he delivers a harsh slap to your thigh and you stare down at him in shock.

“I only had one rule princess. Come on now keep those pretty eyes open for me. Watch how good I make you feel.” He demands as you steel yourself and try your best to keep your eyes locked on your reflection.

Something about watching yourself get pleasured is super erotic. You've never watched yourself have sex but seeing your nipples tighten, seeing how your body shakes when he curls a finger deep inside and adds his mouth to your clit which has you moaning and grinding your pussy on his face is super erotic and bringing you close to release.

“Jin. Fuck. Close. So close.” You cry out as your hands tangle in his hair and he adds in another finger and begins to scissor them, stretching you out as his tongue laps at everything your body is giving him.

Your toes curl against the tile floor and you cry out his name as you cum. You arch your pussy into his face and try your best to keep your eyes open as you ride out your high.

One hand is gripping his hair the other is gripping the sink and your legs shake uncontrollably when you realize he is not stopping.

“Jin.” You pant out, voice shaky and fucked out as he removes his hands but is still lapping at your clit at lightning speed.

“Too-mu-much Jin, please. Fuck.” You beg out as you stare at him in awe. He is not stopping and you can already feel the overstimulation take over as your legs shake violently.

You are on fire and you try warning him that it's too much. That you cannot handle another orgasm but the words are punched out of you when another orgasm steamrolls its way through your body.

Your eyes close as you ride his face and he pulls you even closer to him as he laps and sucks at your dripping core, cleaning up all of your desire.

Your hand leaves his hair to grip at the counter for dear life and you slump down pressing your naked torso against it and try your best to calm your breathing.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as Jin gets up from the floor to hold you steady as you come down from your high.

Once you feel stable you open your eyes to peer at him and you whine when you see your arousal coating his plump pink lips. He grins at you and releases your body as he works his belt open and pulls his pants down.

His boxers are dark blue but you can still see a pre-cum stain on the front as he pulls them down and lets his hard cock slap up against his abdomen.

“You gotta. You gotta give me a minute.” You pant out as you watch his hand circle his cock and lazily pump it.

“That was so hot.” He said as he continued to pump his cock and watch you through the mirror.

His hair was sweaty and pushed back, his eyes were wide and dark with arousal and his lips were pink and glossy from your cum.

And his cock

God his cock.

Standing hard and proud in his hand as he jerked himself slowly, thumb flicking over the head to smear pre-cum down the shaft.

He was beautiful.

“Gotta warn a girl before you make her cum twice.” You tease as he comes to stand next to you and you swat his hand away.

You circle his cock with your own hand and copy the movements he was doing earlier.

His dark eyes flutter closed when you rub your thumb over the slit and you squeeze his cock a little harder which has him groaning.

“Keep your eyes open Jin. Don't you wanna see how pretty you look when you cum?” You tease as his eyes open and he glares at you through the mirror.

“Smart mouth huh? I should put it to good use and shut you up.” He utters which has you pumping his cock harder.

“I mean if you want me to suck your cock you could just ask. Use your words.” You mock as he swats your hand away and steps behind you, pressing his hard cock against your ass.

“I'd rather cum in your pussy than cum in your mouth.” He says.

“Then do it.” You goad as you arch back pushing your ass into his cock teasingly.

Just as he is about to reach for his pants you move to the side to slide open the cupboard that is above your toilet. Mostly it has medicine and some everyday makeup products but you also keep condoms in there just in case.

His eyebrows raise in surprise when you hand him the foil packet and he opens it and rolls the condom down his hard cock with ease.

He positions the tip of his cock at your entrance and you whine as he runs it up and down your slit.

“Jin don't tease.” You beg as his free hand comes up to squeeze at your breast again.

He doesn't respond, instead, he continues to tease at your slit with the head of his cock, soaking it in your juices and making you whine and push your hips back, trying to get him to enter you.

“Jin I swear to god.” You threaten as he laughs at your impatience and finally slips himself inside.

The stretch is tight and he takes his time inching into you until his torso is flush against your back and you both are panting hard, staring at your reflections.

“Fuck Jin.” You whine as you bow forward head hanging low as you take deep breaths to try to calm down the sting.

Slowly he brings a hand up to your left shoulder and pushes on it so you are forced to lean back into his body, your head thrown back so it rests on his shoulder as you open your eyes to see him staring at you in absolute awe.

“Relax around me, princess. That's it.” He praises you as he draws patterns on your bare skin and kisses your shoulders.

“God you are so beautiful. Keep those eyes open for me. Want you to see how good you look when you take my cock.” He mutters as you very slowly start to push back on his cock to move him inside of you.

“And you're....fuck... Jin.” You moan out as he starts to shallowly thrust inside of you. His hands come to rest on your hips for support as he takes his time with you, letting you adjust to his cock.

“Handsome? Yeah, I know.” He teases with a sly grin as you roll your eyes at him.

“Is that why you wanted to fuck in front of a mirror. So you could stare at yourself?” You say as you shoot your hips back to keep in time with his shallow thrusts.

“Nah I wanted to stare at you. My reflection is just an added bonus.” He responds as you smack his arm and laugh.

“There you go princess your relaxing against me.” He says as his thrusts start to pick up the pace and you whine and feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head.

“Jin. Please just fuck me.” You beg out feeling the uncomfortable stretch be replaced by slow delicious pleasure.

He looks at you in the mirror and you nod before he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

You whine out as he starts to build at a steady pace. The sound of slapping skin echoes in the bathroom and you push back in time to meet his thrusts.

“God your pussy is so good.” He grits out as he angles his hips and hits that spot inside of you that has you crying out his name and fluttering your eyes closed at the sensation.

“Eyes open love.” He demands that it takes everything in you to open your eyes and stare at yourself in the mirror.

His cock is fucking into you and hitting your g-spot with every thrust. It's not long before you feel the coil of pleasure starts to build again. Your hand grips the counter and you can see the faint blush on your chest and cheeks as he fucks up into you.

Jin looks so beautiful behind you. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat and his hair is pushed back from his forehead. His lips are bitten in concentration and his hands are holding your hips roughly as he picks the pace.

“Fuck.” You cry out when you feel his free hand come down to smack your ass. He starts to fuck into you harder spurred on by your moans and whines.

“Please Jin fuck.” You cry out not even sure what you are begging for as you feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

He must understand because one arm wraps around your chest and pulls you back into him so your bodies are flushed together once more, and the other hand snakes down between your legs to find your clit.

You cry out when he circles your clit with his skilled fingers and you are grateful he is holding you tight against him because you are so sure if you were to stand on your own you would fall to the floor.

“God baby you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum soon? Cum around my cock like a good princess?” He asks as you cry out and feel arousal shoot through your body at an alarming pace.

Your body is on fire with need and when he pinches your clit between two deft fingers you lose it. You throw your head back and cry out his name as you cum around his hard cock. You try your best to keep your eyes open and watch as you come undone around him.

Sweet whines and moans fall from your lips as he continues to pump inside you as your walls flutter around his cock and squeeze him.

“C-Close.” He groans out and you can hardly hear him over the blood pounding in your ears he grabs your hips and starts to fuck up into you at a wild pace which has you moaning and whining his name, not long after you feel him twitch inside of you and cum hard inside the condom.

The feeling alone has your toes curling against the floor and you gasping as Jin rides out his high with his face pushed into your back and small pants and whines leaving his plush parted lips.

How long you both stood there you weren't sure, his arms were still wrapped around you holding you upright and the room reeked of sex and desire as you both waited for your breathing to even out.

After a short while he pulled his already softening cock out of you and disposed of the condom in your garbage pail.

You stared at him through the reflection and smiled shyly as you both reached for your clothes.

You dressed in silence letting the euphoria wash over you both and once you were dressed you were walking him to the door.

He put on his shoes and grabbed his coat and you smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a soft and slow kiss which had your heart once again racing.

Gone was the fiery need and desire and instead this kiss was slow and sweet. He took his time exploring your lips as if it was the first time you both were kissing and that thought alone had you smiling against his mouth.

He pulled away and grinned down at you, a cute pink flush covering his cheeks.

“Thank you for dinner.” You said to him softly.

“Thank you for...well thank you. That was...wow.” He replied running a hand through his hair and pressing another kiss to your cheek.

His phone vibrated in his pocket as he pulled away and he smiled at you.

“That's my ride the driver must already be here.” He said softly.

You nodded as he gave you another soft kiss and promised to text you again.

When you woke up the next morning you were convinced the whole thing was a dream, the only proof of it happening was the ache between your legs and the dress that was pooled on your bedroom floor because, after your night with Jin, you were too tired to properly hang it up.

You got ready for work and just as you were about to leave someone knocked on your door.

Confused you answered it to see the mailman standing there with a package for you to sign. It was a box, a large box.

“I didn't order anything?” You said in absolute confusion as the man double-checked the address and handed you the box.

You closed the door and set it down on the counter. You grabbed for the kitchen scissors to open the box and when you did you laughed in surprise.

The box was full, and I mean full of RJ memorabilia.

A note was taped to the top of the box which made you shake your head and grin.

Found something better to replace that tata on your couch. Thank you for last night- Jin. 

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[bangfantanfic]

Bring The Fire; 2

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, mentions of suicide, dead bodies and more.

Genres: yandere, romance, Royal/Au, Isekai

“I can’t get married yet,” Jin whined, his back hitting the plush softness of his mattress. 

“You're nearly thirty hyung, I’m surprised father hadn’t married you off sooner.” Jimin snorted from the doorway. 

The seven brothers had gathered in their eldest brother's room to discuss a plan. None of them were willing to get married--  at least not yet. While it wasn’t uncommon to marry young, most did, the brothers weren’t ready. They had all swore to faithful husbands, each of them hating how their father treated their mothers. How miserable the women were, wishing to be the centre of their husbands affections. 

They wanted to have one wife, unlike their father, and while yes, they will have their concubines, their love will lay with their wife. And these princes, they weren’t ready for that responsibility, they still wanted to flirt and fuck their way through kingdoms and empires. 

“Father doesn’t care what he does,” Hoseok snorted, before flicking his wrist toward Yoongi. “It comes down to him.” 

The eldest two rolled their eyes, despite knowing the truth to Hoseok’s statement. Despite Seokjin being the eldest of the seven sons, first born to the Emperor, Yoongi was the son of the deceased original Empress, So-Ra, which his father had decided meant that Yoongi would be the son to take over the throne upon his death. 

Much to the scarred boy's disgust. 

“If at least one of us could get married, I’m sure it would settle father enough.” Namjoon hummed, changing the subject. “It could distract him long enough for the six of us to have more time.”  His eyes moved between his brothers, each of them nodding slowly as they considered the idea. 

“And just who, Namjoon, is going to get married?” Seokjin inquired, head tilting to the side so his cheek rested on his mattress, giving him a better view of his little brother. 

Namjoon sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “Well, I hadn’t thought that fa--” 

“I say Seokjin should,” Jimin grinned, throwing an arm over his ‘twin’ brother, Taehyung. “He is the eldest after all.” 

Taehyung nodded in agreement, even Hoseok hummed in approval. Seokjin, however, didn't like the idea of being sacrificed for his brother's pleasures.

He flew upwards, finally sitting up for their meeting. “Me?” He screeched, eyes zeroing in on the youngest three brothers. “If anyone should be taking the fall, it should be one of you three, you're all useless anyway!” 

“Jeongguk would be a good sacrifice.” Yoongi piqued up, grinning over to the younger boy who had paled. 

“Wha--What? Me?!” He spluttered, pointing a finger into his chest. “I just got out of a very damaging relationship!” He argued, glaring at his brothers as they laughed. 

“Oh please, the two of you weren’t even together. You had a crush on a kitchen wench Jeongguk, she didn’t even like you.” Taehyung cackled, his head throwing back at the youngest delusions. 

Jeongguk growled, standing from the sofa he sat on with the Hoseok and Yoongi, pointing a finger in Taehyung's face. “At least Jin-i was in an arranged marriage, Mae-chang left you for another man.” The room fell silent for a moment, the brothers watching the youngest two bicker. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Taehyung said calmly, his tone shaky as he tried to remain collected. “And I suggest you drop it, now.” 

Jeongguk scoffed, straightening his back. “Why? Because I’m right?” 

“Because you don’t know what the fuck your talking about.” He sneered, standing. 

“Oh please, you were just as pathetic as I was when she left!” 

The elder of the two hissed, his jaw clenched as he pulled back to swing. Before his fist could connect to his little brother's face he was yanked backward, falling on his ass. 

“Jimin, what the fuck!” He hissed, eyes narrowing up to the short man who shrugged. 

“It’s shit like this, that's why father wants us married off. We need to pull our act together.”

// present day //

You had decided, as of today, you hate birds. Their loud squawking and their nails scratching on the roof of your car, they had become your enemy as of this early morning. It was barely 5am, and crows had surrounded your shit-heap car, jumping on the roof and stomping around, squawking like they were about to be murdered. 

It was too early, the sun hadn’t even started to rise, the moon still making its way down the sky. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t scared of the dozens of crows surrounding your car, screeching at you and pecking, you tried to hide your head under the pillow but the noise remained. They stuck around for another hour, squawking at one-another, convincing you that they were just trying to be as loud as they could to irk you.

You sighed in relief, dropping your pillow aside and scooting out the car door. The birds had completely dispersed, leaving the campgrounds empty once again. You looked around, checking under your car and around the trees that were close by and came up empty, thankfully. With shaky confidence you shuffled to the public bathroom to get ready  for your day. You couldn’t drive into the city, you couldn’t afford the gas, so you would have to try and find work on your laptop, apply for companies that you’d never get accepted into. 

Over the last week you hadn’t slept well, if at all, you were exhausted. You hadn’t got anything done, nobody had gotten back to you about your job applications, life was honestly hitting a new low. You were miserable. 

Your homeless, your car is damaged--driving into a small yellow pole in front of your parking spot--your laptop and phone had died and you couldn’t charge them, every time you plugged it into the sockets in the bathrooms it short circuited and sparked, and while you slept you were terrified of being robbed by crazy people. And to top it all off, those goddamn crows showed up every morning and every evening, squawking at you. You were convinced they were laughing at your misery. 

After a week, you were sick of it. You had fallen into a deeper depression, and despite trying to live life as normal as possible, life wasn’t normal.  And so, when the second week rolled around, and you had officially hit day ten of zero sleep, you snapped. The sun had begun to work its way into the sky, the crows had been screeching for almost thirty minutes by this point. You rolled out the car, your brain had entered a stage of empty ringing, it was freezing cold, and you didn't feel the sharp cold burning your skin, you didn’t feel what little warmth the sun had been providing disappear as the clouds swallowed it whole. 

You felt nothing.

You wanted to rest. 

You wanted it to end. 

Maybe that's why you ended up by the side of the road, watching tired truck drivers speed down the bumpy, worn down road.

Maybe that is why you ended up laying on the road. 

And maybe that is why you didn’t move when the loud rumbling of the truck came thundering toward you.  

+++ 

You don’t remember much. Pitchback had surrounded you, voices ringing all over, some louder than others. You recognised them all, familiar and very occasionally comforting. They echoed in the dark, bouncing off the void and whipping past you. Every different voice was from a memory, reminding you of both happier and awful times. Memories you had forgotten, some by accident, some on purpose, were ringing around you before an abrupt stop. 

Then silence. 

And suddenly a small light began to move closer, no bigger than the size of your thumb nail. It zipped around you, a loud humming emitting from it. Before you had been able to move away, or even touch it if you had wanted to, it blinked.

Once.

Twice.

And then flew into you, right between your eyebrows. 

The dark drained away, and the air was knocked into your lungs, a loud gasp hitting your ears.

Was that you?

Seokjin was furious. It had been four days since his father had announced that all his sons were to get married, and while that was incredibly annoying, that wasn’t why the young prince was practically tearing his hair out. His brothers had been on his ass, begging him to throw his life away and marry. 

Why should he be the one to sacrifice his freedom? 

“You’re the eldest, it makes sense.” 

“You got to have your fun, let us live free!” 

“You should want to do this for us.”

Truth be told, he didn’t even like his brothers all that much. Besides, him being the eldest meant nothing. He wasn’t getting the throne anyway, so really shouldn’t Yoongi be the one to marry? He was going to need a wife, an empress! Seokjin didn’t. In fact, he had no intentions of marrying, ever. He will remain free of that hassle, thank you very much. 

It was late in the afternoon, and to escape his irksome brothers the eldest prince had snuck off and decided to take a stroll to clear his mind. Stress would make him wrinkle. Winter was in full swing, so he had made sure to wear his thickest layers to keep the cold at bay. The sharp sting of the air on his cheeks warned that snow would soon make its appearance, something the Empire always dreaded. 

He had intended to spend the rest of his afternoon outside and only return just before the sunsets, ensuring he would be back in time for dinner.. and because he wasn’t too confident in finding his way home in the dark— but his walk was cut short. On the ground, sprawled out and nearly blue was a woman. Now usually Seokjin wouldn’t pay any mind to the affairs of the poor, but the situation was amusing. In the middle of winter, in nothing but what he could only assume was a nightgown, she lay. Surely the poor were smarter than this?

How did she even get h—

He paused, frowning. Looking around, ensuring there was nobody in the vicinity hiding, the prince moved closer and crouched over the body, pursing his lips as he assessed the woman’s face. 

How did she get here?

He was still on castle grounds, which meant she had found a way in. She didn’t look like an assassin, besides, surely an assassin wouldn’t be this dumb. Her attire alone was enough to kill her in this weather.

He doubted the guards had killed her, there was no blood, and if they had, her body would have been dragged back to the castle and reported to his father. Everyone would have been alerted to an intruder. 

Clicking his tongue, he looked around still finding the area completely void of any other life but himself and what he could only assume was a frozen body. He hummed, is she dead? He wondered. She didn’t seem to be breathing but then again, he was no physician. 

Seokjin picked up a small twig from the ground, scrunching his face up as he jabbed it into the woman’s cheek. 

Nothing. 

He huffed, trying again only more aggressively. The twig bending at the force being pushed into it. 

Still nothing. 

The prince pouted, leaning his cheek onto his fist. He took a moment to actually look at the face of what he could now only assume is a corpse. She was no doubt pretty, thick eyelashes that ever so slightly brushed her round cheeks, pouted lips that were only just parted almost as if breathing. He hummed, he didn’t think the poor could be pretty… but, then again, he had seen plenty of ugly nobles so who was to say. Perhap she was rich? A rich Lady that got drunk and wandered out the palace. But if she were a part of the nobility he would surely know who she was. 

Shrugging, the prince dropped the twig onto the body's face. How boring, he thought. He supposed he should go tell someone… 

As he went to push himself off the ground, hoping his ankles wouldn’t fail him, a loud gasp from below shocked him. Pretty eyes connected to his, and for a moment the prince couldn’t breathe. His fingers twitched on his knees, begging to reach and touch her cheek, to feel her no doubt freezing skin and provide what little warmth he could. 

She blinked,

Once. 

Twice. 

Then she seemed to have come to a slow thought, her eyebrows raising upward. She flew up, her head colliding with his, sending the prince to his back. He grunted, hands flying to his forehead.

That will bruise.

The woman didn’t seem to even register the head collision, jumping to their feet. Seokjin managed to pry an eye open and watch as the lady frantically looked around, eyes wide and panicked like a caged animal. Before he could speak, or more so scold, and punish the strange woman she took off. 

“What the fuck?” 

He laid for a moment, trying to piece together what exactly just happened. A corpse just came alive? Was it even a corpse in the first place? 

Well she wasn’t breathing a moment ago!

Shaking his poor, thumping head he quickly scrambled to his feet and took off after the runaway. There was no way he could let her get away from him. He cursed himself for not having any weapons, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done with it even if he did have one.. 

It didn’t take him long to spot you ahead, you hadn’t gotten very far. The woman looked completely lost, the panic still on her features, but it only seemed to intensify when her eyes landed on him. Seokjin watched as her speed picked up, seemingly running without a destination. 

At that moment Seokjin realized they had made it back, closer to the palace. The guards were on patrol here, Hwandudaedo in hand and ready. 

“Get her!” He hollered, catching their attention. The men, quickly noticing the eldest prince’s voice, jumped into action. Thankfully, they were much closer to the girl, and there were plenty more of them. He watched as guards swiftly surrounded her, a proud grin on his face as he slowed down. 

He hated running. 

He approached the circle of men, who hesitantly parted for him. There she squatted, head tucked into her knees as she rocked slightly, mumbling to herself. 

“It’s just a dream. It’s a dream, I’m going to wake up any second now. It’s just a dream.” 

Quirking an eyebrow, Seokjin chuckled. He found she spoke with a strange accent, and almost childlike. Perhaps she was a peasant after all. Crouching down to her level he cleared his throat, catching her attention. He couldn’t help the grin on his lips when she peeled through your hands to meet his gaze, her eyes connecting to his. Her eyes were glossy with tears, flickering around his face as she seemed to try and understand who exactly the man before her was. 

“If this is a dream,” he murmured, slowly reaching out, like his fingers had begged to do earlier, and trailing the tips of his fingers along your jaw. The moment his fingers had touched her cool, smooth skin she began to tremble, sending an excited grin to his lips. 

 “Then I hope you never wake up.” 

Seokjin decided he liked you. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he did and that was enough for him. You hadn’t spoken a word, at least not to him. You had been mumbling to yourself the entire walk back to the palace. He was a bit worried you were a crazy person, but that was okay, he could work with that. You had walked with your head down, eyes narrowed to your bare feet, much to his disappointment. People usually liked to stare at him, and he wasn’t one to complain about it. Their stares were an excellent ego boost. 

Perhaps you just hadn’t seen him properly. 

Back in his room, Seokjin was pleased to find his fireplace still roaring. The room was nice and warm, which he had hoped would bring some colour and heat back into you. He had told the guards to have the maids organise a bath in his room, along with a fresh change of clothes for women. Once he was sure of his privacy he clapped his hands together, making you jump in fright. 

The room was stunning, nothing like you had ever seen before. It was huge, but dark. Heavy silk curtains covered the windows, blocking out any light and it seemed, any of the freezing outdoors. A small step was toward the back of the room where a giant bed stood, giving off a small platform. Thick cream bedding had been neatly tucked in and made perfectly. The bed had four large, dark wooden poles as frames with sheer white curtains that had been tied back. It looked heavenly right now, if you ignored the swords that were hanging over the headboard. 

The fireplace was cute, the firebox was wide allowing more wood to be stacked in. Cushions were placed around a low square table where a tea set was already organised, small desserts on fine china calling out to you. A thin white rug sat under the table, covering the cold wooden floor, and you wanted so desperately to step onto the rug and sit by the fire and warm up your freezing body and inhale the snacks scattered over the table. You couldn’t remember the last time you had something decent to eat. 

Seokjin had watched you take in the view of his room in awe, feeling pride wash over him. You were clearly not of a noble family, but that didn’t worry him too much. If he told everyone you were, nobody would question it too much, and as long as he kept you close by his side he could ensure any questions were avoided. His brothers would definitely be suspicious, but he could handle it. He just had to keep an eye on them. 

“I’m Seokjin,” He spoke, clearing his throat to catch your attention. You had flinched slightly, seeming to have forgotten he was in the room with you. Your eyes fell to him and he felt his body vibrate in excitement, he had your attention for the first time since he found you. There was no better feeling in the world. 

When you didn’t respond he pouted, walking toward the table and sitting on one of the cushions and motioning for you to follow, which you seemed happy to comply with. You practically collapsed into the soft, green cushion, crossing your legs. 

“You should show me some respect,” Seokjin sighed when you refused to look at him again. He just wanted your attention on him again, he liked the feeling of your eyes on him. “I am your Prince afterall.” 

You couldn’t help the choked sound that left your throat. Prince? Is he some kind of crazy person? You weren’t entirely sure where you were, or even what happened. But waking up to a stranger hovering over you was enough to send you running. You had assumed you were somewhere in the camp grounds, but everything was so unfamiliar, you had hoped while running you would have found something familiar. Everyone was dressed up, and you had for a moment thought you had managed to find yourself at some sort of LARPing festival, but the sight of real weapons drawn to your face and the palace you were being led toward, has you more confused than you had been when you woke up. 

“Prince?” You echoed, frowning at your fingers. Just where the hell did you get yourself? 

Seokjin felt his throat close up. He could feel his ears heating up, and his heart stuttered. You were speaking to him.

He feels like a fool, he shouldn’t feel this flustered by you and yet he was. A woman who clearly held no status, or very looks. Not to say you weren’t attractive, he definitely found you to be pretty, but in that same breath, he had definitely seen far more attractive women in his days. 

“Yes, your prince. And you are?” 

He watched you fiddled nervously with the skin around your nails, your frown deepening. He didn’t like waiting, why were you taking so long to answer his question? It was probably the easiest question he could have asked. Why were you frowning? What was running through your mind, what thoughts were ravaging your pretty little head? 

“Y/N.”

He blinked, tilting his head to the side. Y/N? What does that even mean? Was that your name?  

“Y/N?” He echoed. 

You nodded limply. “That’s my name.” 

Seokjin hummed, nodding slowly. It was definitely a strange name, but it could work in his favour. He could tell everyone you were a foreigner, a noble from far away here to meet the princes. The only worry was people asking too many questions. His father was easy to play, he was dumb. He had hired men to help him run the Empire. He couldn’t read, write, or do basic mathematics. Telling him a lie was easy, if Seokjin said you were of noble descent, he would believe him without any doubts. But his brothers, especially Yoongi and Namjoon would prove to be far more difficult. But he could make this work, he had to. He would make sure nothing would happen to you.

And then, he would marry you. 

Only hours ago Seokjin hadn’t been able to imagine himself a married man, settling for one woman, and perhaps two concubines, but now it was all he could think. How quickly his mind had changed. He wanted a spring wedding, he would oversee the tailors make you the most elegant wedding dress the Empire had ever seen. The kitchen would make all your favourite dishes, and the night of consummation would be paradisiacal. Keeping his hands to him until that point may be difficult, but he was sure he could. And if not? Well, he was the son of the Emperor, he could do as he pleased. 

A soft knock at the door had both Seokjin and yourself looking at the door, a moment of hesitation to answer. Seokjin worried his brothers may have found out he was back already, the six ready to plead to him once more to be the one to marry. How thrilled they will be to hear he would be the first to marry, and possibly save their asses. 

“Come in.” He called. 

The door gently pushed open, an older woman poking her head into the room before she bowed. “Apologies for interrupting, Prince Seokjin,” She excused. “But we were told you requested a bath?” 

The man’s eyes lit up in realisation, before he glanced to you. 

“No, for her.” He corrected, nodding toward you. “I would like her bathed and dressed for dinner this evening.”

You could feel the way his eyes were burning into your skull, willing you to look at him, and you stupidly caved in, eyes warily meeting his wide ones. 

“She will be dining with the Emperor tonight.”

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A/N; Chapter two is done! What did you all think?? I’ll be trying to update this story at least once a week, depending on how life goes! Tag list is open! 🌈

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One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ)

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Tags: Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :(((

Word Count: 3k

a/n: so i was randomly watching a youtube video one day when i stumbled upon a video from the channel jubilee; it was a series called both sides. it was about interviewing two people individually while they’re facing each other, but the other person has earbuds on (playing loud music). they can only read each other’s lips but they don’t get to hear what the other says. i went 'huh, that’d make for a really cute f2l fic trope' lol.

so that’s how this story was born. let me know what you think, and enjoy!

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We asked two friends some questions individually, to see both sides of their story.

You and Jin walk to the chairs designated for you.

"Wait – I get this chair so it shows my best side." You say, as you nudged Jin aside before he could even take the seat to the left of the camera.

"Fine. Both sides are my best sides, so I don’t mind." He replies, and the sound of the staff chuckling behind the camera is heard.

He sits down on the opposite chair as the camera zooms in on you jokingly rolling your eyes.

It cuts to you guys introducing yourselves.

"Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin." He says to the camera, but his eyes wander awkwardly and he hides his face a little before chuckling.

"This is kinda embarrassing." He says.

"Hi! I’m ___." You speak to the camera with a slight chirp and even a wave when it pans toward you.

"You’re good at this." Jin’s voice says off camera.

"I barely said anything," you remarked as you got handed the noise-canceling headphones and let out a small thank you and bowed to the staff.

"Oh! So we’re getting started right away?" Says Jin

How did you guys first meet?

His side

Jin was about to answer when you started bobbing your head furiously.

"I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights," you whisper-sing and then mouthed the next line before laughing at Jin’s annoyed face.

"She chose this playlist, didn’t she?"

"Uhm.." It cuts to Jin looking at you as he thinks, "I think it was freshman orientation week? Yeah, I remember her approaching me and asking if she was in the right philosophy class. She sat next to me, and then after that, she started sitting next to me the rest of the semester. That was six years ago."

The clip shows you leaning forward a little with a focused look as you stare at his face.

"She’s trying to read my lips." Jin covers your view of his mouth with one hand. "And it’s just the first question." 

It cuts to you handing the phone and headphones to Jin. "Careful with that; it’s really loud."

Her side

"I sat next to him in philosophy class during freshman year because I thought--" you chuckle and cover your mouth, "he seemed like the type of guy who gets really good grades. He had this really cute pink baseball cap on and a pair of glasses. I thought he looked quite handsome."

You pause for a bit, and with widened eyes, you slap your palm on your mouth. You looked at the staff behind the camera and said, "Wait! I just realized he’s gonna watch this and hear that I called him handsome." You mutter a small damn it that was caught by the mic.

Meanwhile, Jin sat up straight and looked back and forth between you and the staff.

"What? What’s going on?" He says, and the staff’s laughter can be heard.

"You’re. an. idiot." you slowly mouth to him, and he focuses on reading your lips.

"You’re an idiot?" he whispered under his breath before realizing what you said and leaning back against his chair. He rolled his eyes at you and flipped you off, but his hand was blurred out by the editor.

Both sides

"Oh! Right—see, it was that philosophy class wasn’t it?" He says with a clap of his hands.

"Yeah, yeah – do you remember what I was wearing?" You asked him and fiddled with the headphones.

"Uhhh.. it was like a dress, like a floral dress?"

"What?!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening, "I never– what?"

He rolls his eyes,"Yes, it was a floral dress, remember? Orientation week."

"Orientation week?"

"Yes!" he lets out an exasperated laugh, "You asked me if it was Mr. Song’s philosophy class."

"Oh my god, that was you?!" You laugh. "I was wondering why you said dress. Yes, I wore a dress once but only during orientation week, but I don’t remember talking to you." You laugh again. "I just remember your pink cap, was that not orientation?" You add

"That was the second week, you idiot. You wore a hoodie then." He retorted.

What is your most fond memory of your friendship?

His side

"I was dealing with a really bad breakup – like, I think this was four years ago? Yeah," he scratches at the back of his neck "but I had to write something for this screenwriting class I was taking, so I locked myself up in my dorm room and didn’t contact anyone. I buried myself with schoolwork and barely did anything outside of that – even sleeping or eating." He chuckles as he looks back on the memory.

"Then two days later, she comes banging on the door, telling me to get my shit together. It was harsh, actually–sort of like a tough love situation. But I needed that. I was neglecting myself – and it took her snapping at me like that to wake me up. I think I was on the brink of passing out from over-fatigue, but she saved me from that."

"She stayed with me, made sure I was eating and staying hydrated. She even slept on the couch at one point just to make sure I was getting enough sleep as well—yeah, that was…" He trails off and chuckles as he looks at you, swaying your body side to side to what he assumes is a Michael Bublé song [he was certain it was in your playlist somewhere]. 

"I would say it was a fond memory because it really solidified her place in my life. Like– relationships come and go, you know? But I knew I wanted her to stay in my life forever, to snap me out of it when I’m spiraling out of control." He continues.

Her side

You fiddle with the phone a bit before sitting back in your chair.

"Frank Sinatra. So he gets distracted and doesn't try to read my lips" You say to the camera, and then a satisfied smile when he starts mouthing the words to ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.

"When our family dog Chichi died and I was in the middle of an important 3-day seminar in a different city," you start off. "I couldn’t go home for the weekend at that time because of it, so he offered to go for me—at my family home, I mean. So he drove there and stayed with my family, video calling me almost the entire time just so I could feel present. It really felt like I had sent Chichi away properly, you know? even if I wasn’t there.

"Needless to say, my grandma has been very fond of him since then. She told me that if Jin and I had a falling out for whatever reason, she would keep him and disown me." You laugh and throw your head back a little, earning a small smile from Jin.

"So I was like, damn, okay, I’m keeping him for life I guess. Don’t wanna disappoint grandma, you know?"

Both Sides

"What did you say?" You ask as Jin places the phone and headphones on his lap and he ruffles his hair.

"The one– my breakup with *beep* " Jin panics slightly and turns to face the producer, saying, "Wait, can you please bleep that out, I don't want my ex to know." He squeaks out a laugh 

"Wait but for real, when I got that call from Joon—that was his dorm mate by the way—I got really worried." You recall with a slight frown.

"Oh, yeah—I was so annoyed because it was like, 'You dare become dehydrated? Not on my watch!’" You said with a laugh.

"Yeah." He smiled fondly, "What about you?"

"Chichi," you say with a pout, and he coos.

"Right, yeah." He said in a small voice. "But hey, me and granny had the time of our lives that weekend, I ate so many cookies." He adds with a grin.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Were there any big fights you can remember?

His Side

Jin lets out a boisterous laugh, his body leaning forward and almost falling off the chair. The camera catches you looking at him, brows furrowed in confusion and a little concerned.

"I-" Jin stops and coughs a little, then looks at you, knitting your eyebrows at him. "Fucking cheesecake." He says, and your laughter can be heard off camera—as it is currently zoomed in on him.

"I know she’s gonna think of the same story, so I’m letting her tell it." He let out some of the residual laughter left in him before asking you to take off the headphones.

Her Side

You were laughing uncontrollably that it was kind of hard to breathe.

"Wait, that is it?" You ask as he asks for the headphones and nods. You put it on his head and smile.

"Sorry, I just—I saw him mouth the word cheesecake and I lost it."

The scene cuts to you shaking your head, "See, I knew it would be a question like that." You giggle.

"So. The Cheesecake incident," you start off. "It was one of those times in college when everyone was stressed—it was one of those ‘hell weeks’ as we call it. So, tension and stress were high for everyone, and we were no exception. One day after class, I went home to find him munching on something in my apartment’s kitchen.

"So a little context for this, there’s this really good bakery two hours away from campus, and whenever I go there I buy a whole thing of this amazing, out of this world cheesecake. 

"So I saw him and I was like, ‘hey! Is that my fucking cheesecake?’ He said ‘yeah’ and immediately I started yelling at him about how it was so inconsiderate of him to eat it without my permission, and then he started going off about 'it's just a fucking cheesecake!’" You laugh and look at him trying to look innocent.

"So at one point, we were fighting over the box of cake in the kitchen, and of course, it plomps to the floor – I mean, what else do you expect to happen?

"So it fell on the floor right, and at that moment we just stopped and stared at it – then at each other. A few moments later, he grabs his fork and sits down – he starts eating it off the floor!" You cover your face with your hands.

"I don't know what dawned over me because I got my own fork and ate with him – we both looked like fucking idiots. We started apologizing to each other because, I swear to god we have never yelled at each other that much since we met." You started laughing uncontrollably again, and then waved your hand.

"Wait! Disclaimer, we ate the parts that didn't touch the floor – I don't want people to think we're disgusting."

Both Sides

“You told them about the cheesecake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good times.”

What is the biggest secret that you’ve never told the other person?

His Side

"Oh god, here we go. Is this the last one?" He asks someone off screen.

"Right. Save the juiciest for last."

He contemplates a little before talking.

"So uhm… fuck." He laughs nervously.

"I.. It was three years ago. We were hanging out in her apartment, and I guess she saw it from the internet because she was on her phone at that time.

"She asked me if I would still be friends with her even if she was a worm." He started giggling and shaking his head. "So fucking stupid. Anyway, I immediately said no, and she just rolled her eyes at me and moved on.

"But it got me thinking, reevaluating what she means to me, and then it struck me. I would love her no matter what. I would love her even on days when she's so cranky she doesn't even like talking to me. I would love her on days we're both so stressed that we eat cheesecake off the floor." He throws his head back in laughter.

"I'm in love with her— fuck I'm in love with her." He looks at you with your eyes closed, swinging your body to a mellow song.

Her Side

"Oh! Here we go. I was waiting for that one." You said that and faced him. You saw him look intently at you, like he was gonna try to read your lips to see what you would say. You let out an exhale before gesturing for him to close his eyes, and he does.

"So, remember what I said about that day I first saw him during Philosophy class? Yeah. I’ve developed a big fat crush on him since then. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud.

"Okay, so it was a crush—was, because it did start out like that. But the thing is, not soon after that, he got into a relationship — and it was a serious one too. So that crush was crushed immediately." You wink at the camera. "Pun intended." Before proceeding, you check to see if Jin's eyes are still closed.

"It started out as a crush, but it lasted three years—and you know what they say about a crush lasting a certain time before it turns into something else? Yeah.. But then I drew the line at that three-year mark. I thought, ‘this cannot continue,’ and even after he and his girlfriend had broken up, I didn’t try to act on it, because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship." You laugh bitterly.

"Broke my heart, man. But I guess that’s on me. I was a coward." You dropped your gaze to your hands before letting out a breath of relief.

"Oh man, that felt so good to get off my chest." You smile at the camera briefly before switching your gaze to Jin.

Both Sides

Jin stretches his arms and lets out a grunt, "What did you say?"

"Oh, it was so juicy that you’re going to have to wait until this video comes out to find out." You reply while you wiggle your brows.

"Really? I bet it got nothing on what I had to say." He says to you in a low voice, looking at you intently.

"Doubt that. Guess we’re gonna have to find out, huh?"

The video shows a clip of the both of you posing silly for the camera, signaling the end of the video.

—

Jin taps the spacebar once and immediately snaps his body to face you.

"You…" he trails off, and a moment of silence surrounds you.

"I can't believe your romantic epiphany about me was triggered by me asking you if you'd still be friends with me even if I was a worm." You said, and just like that, the stiff tension between you was broken and he laughed.

A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.

"You were in love with me?" he asks.

"You’re in love with me?" you ask back.

He rolls his eyes and says, "Don’t answer my question with another question."

You huff. "Fine. I was in love with you. Ugh, cringe." You roll your eyes playfully. He collects your hands and encloses them with his, forcing you to look at him.

"Hey, I know humor is your coping mechanism, but we have to talk about this."

You close your eyes for a moment before sighing. "Fine."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asks in a meek voice, as if he was scared.

"Because," you started off as you gestured with your hands, "like I said, I didn’t plan on acting on it. I didn’t want to risk this." You pointed at the two of you. "I was scared, so I stored it in a box and buried it in the deepest corner of my mind." You add.

You see a flash of hope pass through his eyes. "Then, will you dig it up? Will you try with me?" You don’t speak for a moment too long, so he brings your hands up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, and I’m hoping you still love me too. I know it's scary, as you mentioned, but I'd like to give it a shot with you. I think—no, I know that we’ll be great together." He looks at you with a desperate look in his eyes, and you soften.

"Okay." You reply after a few seconds, and his eyes widen.

"Really?" His voice cracked and you felt your heart drop from your chest.

"Really, you idiot, I just told you." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, and you don’t verbally reply but you lean in and go for it.

It felt perfect. It was the sweetest kiss you have ever experienced, and you’re glad you’re sharing it with him. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, like it was the most natural thing to do. You let out a small whine when he pulls away, but he cradles your cheek and you lean into his warmth.

"I still have that cap, you know? The one you thought I looked handsome in." He let out a devilish smirk.

"Shut up."

—

Bonus Post-credit scene

"and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream from the top of my lungs, What's going on?" Jin belts out as the staff adjusts the lighting since the outside was now darker as seen through the window. You scooched your chair closer and removed the headphones from his ears.

"Take this off for a second, you might ruin your eardrums." You placed the phone and the headphones on his lap, being careful not to get the cords tangled.

"Oop, okay." He shook his head and fixed his hair. He then brought up a hand to pinch your cheek.

"Thanks for looking out for me." He said in a soft voice.

You smile, your eyes crinkling up. "Always."

[Fade to black]

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end note: kyaaaa! Leave some comments, tell me what ya think!

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[champagneher]

I love your "Our Relationship" scenarios with OT7. I was wondering if you would do something similar but JinxReader are basically the parents of BTS and it's their reaction to that relationship?

❝𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

based on: being jin's girlfriend brings good moments with the members as well.

genre: established relationship, fluff, jin and reader acting like a married couple, low-key they're already married.

warnings: just fluff.

It was at times like this, when you found yourself without data on your phone, almost out of battery, bored and in the middle of the airport waiting for your boyfriend - whose flight had been delayed - that you would analyse and review your life. Almost, just thinking about what your whole life had been like based on your decisions sent you into a discouraging cycle of overthinking everything.

Instead, almost unconsciously, you began to recall various moments with the boys that you could say left a mark on your brain. Certainly, you never liked to take a lot of responsibility with people, but that definitely changed when you started your relationship with Jin a year and a half ago. You were the same age as Taehyung, but sometimes you felt like you were years older than him.

╭─ "You shouldn't be with that in here, Tae." You were sitting at the dining room table in the quarters eating fruit when you noticed Taehyung scurrying across the room with a bag almost your size. "I won't do anything bad, I promise." He gave you a smile as he placed the bag on the couch and pulled out his new golf club. "Do you like it? It was a gift from Mark hyung." "It's nice," you agreed, nodding your head as you watched his gift from afar. You knew Taehyung's golf obsession wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, you were happy that he had found a sport that fascinated him so much, but it wasn't the first time he, playing with his golf clubs, had broken something valuable. "Last time you broke Jin's favorite cup, and then you made me calm him down and that took me hours, Tae. You better go play outside." "But, but- I won't do anything. I'll just check them, and then I'll go outside, I promise ____." He looked at you with that funny face with a boxy smile you never got tired of making fun of. You let out a sigh, you really didn't see the problem, so you let him go about his business while you finished eating your strawberries in silence, checking your phone. "Where did Jin hyung go?" He asked suddenly. "He went with Nam to buy some stuff at the convenience store, do you want anything? I can text him now, I guess they won't be long now." "No, thanks," he declined with a smile. "I'll keep looking at my new present, quietly, peacefully and without breaking anything." "Okay, Tae." You stood up once you finished your bowl, then washed it and set it down. You saw the time and figured that the boys shouldn't be long in coming, so you decided to make Jin some tea for his arrival. Lately, he had been having a sore throat, so you thought this would help. You put Jin's cup on the kitchen island while you searched the booths for his favorite tea and waited for the water to boil. It wasn't two minutes before you felt a breeze on your back and then the clatter of the cup falling to the floor and shattering. Just then you felt the door open to reveal a curious Jin and Namjoon from hearing the noise. You quickly turned around and saw Taehyung looking completely red, hiding his golf club and another golf ball he was holding in his bag. Your mouth hung open slightly in surprise at the speed at which things happened. The broken cup at your feet, Taehyung looking completely embarrassed and ready to be yelled at, and Jin rushing to your side to inspect that you were okay. "What happened, are you okay? We heard something break." He spoke quickly, looking around you until he fixed his eyes on his mug and then on your hands, looking for an injury. "Yeah, uh…" you searched with your eyes for Tae who looked like a poor little puppy scared of his surroundings. "I was about to make you some tea, but the cup slipped out of my hands, and well…" "Oh, it's alright, don't worry, baby. Good thing you didn't hurt yourself, come on, I'll clean this up." Taehyung mumbled an inaudible "thank you" with his lips and ran away to hide in his room. You shook your head, sighing, and noticed Namjoon laughing in the corner watching everything. ──╯

You rarely covered things alone, most of the time it was you and Jin who were accomplices in little pranks that the members played on each other. How could you forget those moments when they would run to you to complete their plan, and you, as a good lover of a good joke, could not refuse.

╭─ "These guys will get into trouble…" you whispered, almost laughing as you watched Hoseok and Jimin argue in their respective positions to scare Yoongi who was about to come from the studio.

"I didn't think J-Hope would join Jimin, he doesn't value his life, let alone his relationship with his best friend." Jin shook his head. "Yeah, but you still agreed to help them," your tone was playful, just like your boyfriend's. "Ah, you know, Yoongi was the one who helped Jungkook eat my noodles the other day. Our relationship is already damaged beyond repair." You rolled your eyes at his exaggerated comment, but you couldn't help but still let out an airy laugh. "Hyung, hyung," Jimin called out to him, "start recording, please." Jin nodded and began discreetly recording with the phone Hoseok had given him. "Aish Jay, stop laughing," Jimin challenged him in a whisper as they both settled into their hiding place. "Sorry, sorry." The following flowed according to the plan they had discussed at least four times before agreeing was sound and would work. The door slowly opened, revealing a Yoongi dressed completely in black, slowly walking in with a slight frown that quickly changed when Hoseok jumped from the side so fast and in such an energetic manner characteristic of him, causing the poor Yoongi to let out a gasp running for the opposite side where he crashed into the wall, and then it was Jimin's turn to come out of hiding and with a water gun started dousing him while he kept laughing. Everything was in chaos, Hoseok laughing on the floor, Jimin screaming as he shot Yoongi with the toy, and the other covered his face to get close to him quickly throwing a couple of profanities worthy of a man like him. Jin couldn't stop laughing as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, and it was your turn to give the signal to distract Yoongi momentarily so that the two little delinquents could make their great escape. You took the towel provided by Jimin and threw it to Hoseok, who as best he could throw it in Yoongi's face, and that's when the two of them took off running. "Aish, I can't believe those pieces of shit did this to me!" Yoongi started screaming as he started walking towards where they had run off to. "Jin you're going to pay for betraying me too, you're all going to regret it." ──╯

Even after what comes after a joke in almost bad taste - for Yoongi - there is always the care that comes after the euphoria. Of course, they apologize and promise not to do it again, which is a total lie, but there also comes the laughter and the experience told from each other's point of view.

If Jin can't sleep at night, he knows he has a way out of watching the videos and photos on his phone to have a good laugh and relax. It was not uncommon for you to hear his characteristic laughter at three o'clock in the morning.

"Ya, Namjoon-ah you can't keep ruining it like this! We're on the same team, you're supposed to have my back, not tell others my location!" Jin shouted in frustration on his third attempt to complete the game's mission. It was currently 4 o'clock in the morning, everyone was at their respective homes, but all connected to the same server playing a team game on the computer. Jin was teamed up with Namjoon and Yoongi. While one was hardly talking at all, Namjoon kept giving out his location to 'help' him. "Oh Jin, I'm sorry, I didn't know I had the microphone on." Namjoon chuckled under his breath realizing his mistake. "It's okay, I'll tutor you later. We have to beat the others," he complained, listening to the other members laugh. "We're going to be here for another three hours if we don't complete our mission." Yoongi complained with a mouthful of a snack. "Our hyungs should be asleep by now." Jungkook joked with a chuckle. "Jungkook I'm going to kick you out of the game." You weren't one to sleep early when you had nothing to do either, so you were usually still awake when Jin went back to bed. You grabbed the TV remote and paused the series you were watching when you saw Jin enter the room with a funny grimace. You both agreed to put a TV in your room since you both usually had trouble sleeping at night. Jin walked over to your side of the bed shuffling his feet, when he was as close as he could he lay down on top of you slowly so as not to crush you with all his weight. He was in his blue pyjamas, his hair dishevelled and his eyes a little red from staring at the screen for more than four hours straight. You gently stroked his hair once he was settled between your legs with his head on your chest. "Tired?" "Mmm, a little." He barely said with his face now between your neck. "It's going to be five in the morning already, love." You placed a kiss on his tousled curls. "Mmm," he moaned, wrapping his arms as best he could around your waist. "I missed you." "Yeah?" "Mhm." "I heard you were pretty busy screaming to the guys." You said funnily as you remembered his shouting less than 15 minutes ago. "They stressed me out a bit, that's all." He placed a kiss on your neck. The atmosphere was warm and quiet, both of you so comfortable with each other that you didn't need to talk to feel content. "I talked to Yoongi," he commented, with his voice muffled by your neck. "You did? How is he?"

"Better," he replied confidently. "He's moving on, I noticed he was calmer on the ride home." "That's good." "Mmhm." There was a brief comforting silence between the two. "I missed being like this with you. I know whenever I'm with the members, I say I'm with family but being with you is being home, you know? Of all our partners, you were the only one who waited for us at the airport, even when we were an hour late." "I would wait for you for as long as it takes." "I know, and I would do the same for you… I even think you would do it for the other members. You know, when we were on our way here, we talked a little bit about you." "Ah, no wonder my ear was hurting." "No!" He laughed. "Good stuff." "You'd better, or you'd be on your way to sleep at Namjoon's house." He lifted his head and looked at you for a few moments, planted a soft kiss on your lips, then tucked his head back into your neck with his flushed cheeks. "You're still the same shy boy…" you shook your head, smiling, how a simple act like giving you a kiss could put Jin off like that. You didn't understand, you knew what Jin could be and do in confidence, and you knew it very well. He showed you very well in bed, it was where all his inhibitions disappeared and you could see the confident and sexy man he really was. "I mean, now, because later when we have sex you're something else…" "Ah! As I was saying," he interrupted, raising his voice and hugging you tighter as he felt embarrassed. "Jin!" You laughed harder at his state. "Good stuff. About you. The members and I talked. They love you very much." Jin almost stumbled over his words from how fast he was talking, trying to move the attention to the anecdote he wanted to tell you since they landed. "I love them too." "Almost like a mother…" "No, Jin. Don't say that!" "Why?" he complained. "It makes me feel old."

"I'm older than you!"

"That sounds like a you problem."

"First, J-Hope remembered how you made us all sandwiches when we had to leave for the airport early and you knew we hadn't had breakfast." He in one smooth movement moved to your side, to now stand sideways and look at you. With his right arm holding his head to somehow get you a little lower than him, and with his left arm stretched out he placed it on your stomach. "That was a nice gesture."

"Well, they were hungry."

"It wasn't your obligation, and yet you did it."

"It was just sandwiches."

Jin shook his head. "Don't minimize it. But then, Taehyung remembered when we went to The Soup and we were hungry, it was raining and you baked muffins for us to eat after playing in the rain. Even Yoongi for the first time spoke without us talking to him first, and told how you helped him when he got drunk on our terrace, and you listened to him all night long. Without getting angry, without complaining, without judging him. You just listened." Jin's voice grew small and weak. "You did more for him than all of us together."

"We all helped, love. I was simply what he needed at the time, then everyone had their share."

Jin continued as if you hadn't said anything. It was just him and his feelings of love and pride for you. "Namjoon was so grateful to have someone to talk to about his books and how you're always willing to give him a hand with his plants. Even when Jungkook got sick, you drove 40 minutes to bring him soup."

You were speechless, and that wasn't new, but now it was different. You knew - and you expected others to know - that your forte was not words and your demonstration of affection was based on actions and giving of your time. Listening to Jin tell how the boys valued what you thought were minimal actions was comforting and filled your chest with a feeling that made you want to cry with happiness.

"I just don't want you to ever forget that you work so hard."

"I know," he kissed your forehead and then kissed your nose and lips. "You give without expecting anything in return. You came not only to change my life, but also to make me a better person and to be with the ones I love the most. No one has ever cared for me like that, and I want you to know that I love you and I thank you."

"Oh Jin, you are going to make me cry and I already did my skin care." You sat on the bed laughing as you blew air into your eyes with your hands trying to chase away the tears forming around your eyes.

Jin followed your action and sat cross-legged in front of you. You sighed and left your hands still to watch him now with your slightly sparkling eyes. He held a charming smile on his lips and in his eyes there was nothing but love reflecting them.

"You're going to kill me…" you murmured, captivated by your boyfriend.

"And I would follow you everywhere, even in death."

"Damn Seokjin."

"If I could change my words, I'd say this:" he cleared his throat to settle himself better, put his back straight and took your hands in his. "You and the members are my family, and you are the home I always want to come back to."

The emotions stirring inside you were so difficult to understand and control. If you were sure that no one ever made you feel the way Jin does. No one had ever spoken to you like that either, and you were sure that his words were honest. You were in a conflict inside because you wanted to tell him in a thousand ways what you felt and all the love you had for him, but the lump in your throat and the confusion that your feelings provoked in your brain as to what to say, left you silent. Unable to say anything for a minute, you rushed up to him to kiss him hard and hard. Wrapping your arms around his neck and sitting on his lap. Jin followed your kiss by placing his hands on your waist to pull you even closer to him.

You could faintly feel the birds chirping to what you assumed was already morning.

The kiss lasted until you couldn't hold your breath anymore, his tongue in your mouth left you mesmerized, the way Jin directed the kiss in such a sensual way could make your legs tremble. Moving your head to the side so you could bite his fleshy lower lip you could draw a moan from him. You pulled away from him slightly so you could breathe and pressed your foreheads together.

"Please, know I love you. So much that you leave me speechless. Literally."

"I know." He kissed your lips. "That's why we complement each other so well."

let me know what you think! (please, i'm needy)

#kim seokjin #jin x reader #jin fanfic #jin smut #seokjin scenario #bts seokjin #seokjin fluff #jin fluff #jin imagine #bts imagine #bts writing #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts #bts army #bangtan

[colormepurplex2]

#help me decide #april is a month for tears

[randombtsprincessa]

🔰 WIP Tag Game 🔰

RULES: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)

Tagged by: @yoonia and @avveh​ . Thanks you bubbas, sorry for the lateness!

I feel like I haven’t written in AGES. It’s been about two months of NADA on my keyboard what with the Masters classes kicking my butt and my laptop fizzling out on me and then a wave of tests. My writing muscles have atrophied but I will be participating in the NANOWRIMO so yay! I guess. 

BTS

Blueberry Vodka┆JinxReader; bridal party! AU

Bantam & Alabaster┆YoongixReader; Auction House! AU

Betcha Betcha┆HoseokxReader; Rich kids! Bet! AU

Backseat of my rover┆NamjoonxReader; filth, the title says it all!

Brittle Bound┆NamjoonxReader; bookkeeper! AU, biker! AU

Better Luck Next Time┆TaehyungxReader; Boss/Assisstant! AU

Booted & Suited┆JungkookxReader; brat! AU, bodyguard! AU

Tagging: @jeonjcngkook @ditttiii @joontopia @ressjeon @kth1 @sugakookitty @amourtae @floralseokjin @chateautae and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tulip tagged games #write with tulips #wips

[droopycoquette]

BTS masterlist

>Kpop Masterlist<

>BTS FIC RECS<

* = Mature

Headcanons/Reactions:

BTS Headcanons || What you do when you're bored

BTS Blurb || Your favorite physical feature

Jin

AC || Jin x Reader

Warnings: fluffy

Summary: what happens when Jin forgets your anniversary?

Word Count: 709 words

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Jin Headcanons || Yandere*

Warnings: badly written horror, smut, dark!Jin

Word count: 1070 words

Yoongi

Yoongi Headcanons || Yandere*

Warnings: badly written horror, smut, dark!Yoongi

Word count: 998 words

Hoseok

Period Pains || Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Hoseok arrives home to find you in pain

Warnings: period cramps, Hoseok being a sweetheart, fluff

Word count: 571 words

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Hoseok Headcanons || Yandere*

Warnings: Badly written horror, sexual themes, dark!hoseok

Word count: 2495 words

Namjoon

Namjoon Headcanons || S/O With a Hand Kink*

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word count: 365 words

Jimin

Anti-Party || Jimin x Black!Reader

Summary: You go to a party and meet a boy that helps you endure it.

Warnings: teenage angst, alcohol, douche dude

Word count: 2696 words

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Crush || Jimin x Reader

Summary: You reminisce

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 313 words

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Taehyung

N/a

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Jungkook

Insecurities || Jungkook x Chubby!Reader

Summary: you and Jungkook go out and you begin to feel insecure. Jungkook quickly does something about it.

Warnings: insecure!reader, making out, angst(if you squint), fluff

Word count: 1281 words

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Hair Day || Jungkook x Black!Reader

Summary: It’s time for Jungkook to learn how to do your daughter’s hair. Buckle up for a day of confusion. 

Warnings: fluff, black!reader, established relationship, dad!jungkook, interracial relationships, suggestive content

Word count: 2.1k

#BTS #bangtan sonyeondan #Bangtan #namjoon #namjoonxreader #jin #jinxreader #yoongi #yoongixreader #hoseok #jhope #suga #hoseokxreader #jimin #jiminxreader #jungkook #jungkookxreader #RM #Smut #imagines #drabbles #masterlist

[horizonmoonfics]

Part one of ??? Genre: Smut, fluff Summary: BTS does a lot of advertising campaigns. The stylist team works their asses off making sure they look perfect for said advertising campaigns. As a member of the makeup team, you’re involved in it too. Makeup preparation is easy: a member sits down in front of a mirror, you do their makeup and fuss about how they ate and got crumbs all over their mouth, they go take pictures. But now they’re doing a campaign with Calvin Klein. As in, there are three days of people taking photos of BTS wearing almost nothing. Three days where you have to do their makeup on the rest of their bodies, not just their faces. Your heart, with its not-so-small crush on Jin, will probably explode by the second day. Pairing: Jin x yn (female reader) Warnings: big dick!Jin (of course), oral m receiving, no condom (use protection y’all!), minimal biting but like it’s still there, facefucking? is that the word?, i think that’s it Author’s note: YALL IT’S FINALLY HERE! Uh so this is going to be multiple chapters, I had an idea so I wanted to make it a two shot but I think it’s going to be longer than that. I’ve been somewhat busy with going back to school so things are going to be a little spaced out (when have they not) but part two will be here before November! Word count: 6k (6969 if we’re being exact lol)

“Seokjin-ssi, why are you not ready??? Your shoot is in less than twenty minutes!” shouts the head stylist. 

You turn from where you’re finishing Namjoon’s makeup and see that Jin is sitting in a chair, playing on his phone. Again. And still fully clothed. It still feels weird to you, knowing that in this shoot, they’re going to be wearing next to nothing. But you know that you won’t see them. The shoot is in another room, and there’s no reason for you to go in that room. Especially when you’ll be busy with makeup. 

“I think Sunhi can do your makeup, she just finished her break,” you say, turning back to Namjoon. You hear Jin walking to the other side of the room, and continue with your work. 

About an hour later, you’re frantically running around, trying to find Jungkook. He’s disappeared again, probably messing around in the shooting room. This is why you are sprinting, makeup brushes in hand, towards the room with the cameras. Yes, the room where there’s likely at least one member in only boxers. You’ve forgotten this in your frenzy.

You throw open the door and scream, “JEON JUNGKOOK WHERE ARE YOU?”

The room falls silent except for the sound of a single camera shutter. All eyes turn towards you and you burn a bright red.

“There’s no Jungkook here, I think,” says Jin, chuckling. And all you can do is blush harder while trying not to notice that he’s almost completely naked. You mumble a short apology and exit, the doors closing behind you. Your search for Jungkook is not complete, but it can be paused for catching your breath. And for trying to erase the image of Jin from your mind. 

But it’s been burned there. His smooth, caramel-colored skin. The broadness of his shoulders. The hard lines of his abs and his chest. Yeah… that’s not leaving any time soon. Regardless, you go back to searching for Jungkook. 

The thing is you like Jin. And you’re definitely out of his league - why would he date a member of the stylist team when he could date another idol? But he’s always been the member you’ve felt closest to, if you could call it that. Your relationship with the group is strictly professional, but that doesn’t stop everyone from joking around and having fun behind the scenes. And they’re all great people, but you can’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards Jin. It’s not just that he’s funny and kind, but he’s so caring towards everybody. Not to mention how handsome he is… 

So seeing him in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers is going to stick in your head for possibly the rest of your life. Especially since it’s an advertising campaign and the pictures will be EVERYWHERE until the next set of Calvin Klein or BTS advertisements, whichever comes first. The whole preparation thing will take a while, so the photo shoot will last four days. Four days of seeing the members, now most notably Jin, walking around shirtless for most of the day. Four days of daily panic because oh my god. Even when the campaign is over, when the ads come down, you’re still going to see the pictures everywhere. Those things don’t disappear into the void after a few weeks, they stay around forever. 

It’s been ten minutes and you can’t find Jungkook. You head back to your workstation and there he is, giggling while hiding behind Namjoon.

“Ya, Jungkook-ssi, where were you? I need to do your ma-”

“I already did it while you were looking for him, it’s all good. When the entire group has finished their solo shots, they’re going to be doing a group thing, so I need you to help me fix some of the others’ makeup. Honestly, why is it so easy to melt makeup with studio lights…” the head stylist, Hyejin, sighs, walking over to you. 

“Okay, which members? I might as well get a head start now,” you say, beginning to arrange your brushes.

“Just one member, I’ve assigned Sunhi and Jiyoo to Jimin and Hoseok. You’ll be doing Seokjin’s makeup,” she explains, and you freeze for a second. Jin. Jin’s makeup. Oh no. 

“Cool, I’ll go find him,” you say, trying to hide your internal panic, and Hyejin nods, walking away. Fortunately, Jungkook and Namjoon are gone and can’t see you panicking as you gather your supplies. You’re pretty sure everyone on the stylist team knows about your crush on Jin, partly because you made the mistake of telling Jiyoo who can’t keep her mouth shut, and partly because you’re not the most subtle person. Hyejin is the type of person to know more than she lets on and usually makes assignments happen based on what she sees around her. A few years ago, when Sunhi had a crush on Taehyung, Hyejin kept assigning her to work with him until one day Sunhi walked into the breakroom and announced that she now liked a barista at the Starbucks near her house. She suddenly had fewer assignments with Taehyung. 

...So of course Hyejin would have you do Jin’s makeup when he’s half-naked. 

Fortunately for you and your imagination, by the time you find Jin, he has put on a shirt and jeans. Unfortunately for you, and your imagination, those clothes were probably going to have to come off for you to finish your work. 

You both stare awkwardly at each other. You didn’t know about Jin, but you were thinking about the encounter from earlier. How he’d been just sitting in a chair, legs spread slightly, leaning slightly forward, wearing practically nothing… You don’t let your mind drift farther than that, a blush begins to creep up your neck and you look away.

“I’m uh. I’m here to freshen up your makeup,” you stutter, not meeting his gaze as you unpack your bag. He smiles softly, knowing exactly what you’d been thinking about, and begins to walk towards you. 

“Sounds good, do you want me to sit somewhere or should I just stand?” he asks, and you nod while pointing to a nearby chair. The other stylists weren’t the only ones who knew about your crush, most of the members knew but never said anything about it to you. This was not out of malice, they just figured it would be a lot less awkward if you didn’t know that they knew. 

Now, if they’d known that Jin liked you back, they would not have been quiet for so long. 

There are expectations for idols. You hear in news articles and breakroom gossip about celebrity relationships all the time, and they’re almost always between idol one and actor two. The one time you heard a rumor about an idol dating someone who isn’t famous was that rumor about Jungkook and his tattoo artist. You’ve met her, and you know the rumor wasn’t true, so you don’t count it. You’ve never heard of an idol dating someone on their stylist team. It might have happened, you wouldn’t rule it out, but someone on Jin’s scale was likely to never be in that position. So as much as you want to scream “Kim Seokjin, please fucking date me” from the top of a building while on international television when everyone (even your great-uncle Hubert!) is watching, you wouldn’t. And not just because most people confess their feelings in less extreme ways. 

Retouching the makeup on his face was fine. You’d done it a million times before. Retouching the makeup on the rest of his body was another story.

“I need you to uh. Um. I need you to take off your shirt,” you say, and then turn bright red. Jin smiles again and reaches to pull off the thin white shirt he’d slipped into between your encounters. Slowly, he lifts it over his head, your eyes following his hands from where they’d hovered slightly over his abs, up to his chest, and back up to his face when he drops the shirt on the floor. He knows what he’s doing.

You two stare at each other again, and something flashes across his face that you don’t recognize. You blink, remembering that you have to continue with his makeup, and turn to reach for your brushes. Jin lets out a small sigh, barely audible but you could still hear it, and you turn back to see him look a little bit disappointed. You’re one of the most oblivious people you know, so you’re confused as to what that was supposed to be. Nothing is said as you begin to brush bronzer on his torso, though. 

Being this close to each other is affecting you both. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d left your brushes in the other room and had to use your hands. You’d be able to touch him, something you’d never really done. Sure, you’d brushed his hair out of his face a few times, but that was far different from putting your hand directly on his chest. Little do you know that Jin is thinking the same thing, and he can barely contain himself. He didn’t know you liked him back and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries by suggesting you use your hands, even though it’s killing him to be this close to you. 

Maybe it was your shaking hands, or maybe it was the way Jin was breathing, but you accidentally got some of the bronzer on his shoulder. It’s almost covered in it, and you’re not sure how all of it got there. You freeze, and then apologize and try to reach for a paper towel to wipe it off. But you forgot them in your workstation, and that is in a different room. 

“There’s a bathroom nearby, I can wipe it off in there maybe,” Jin suggests, and you nod. 

“I’m going with you though, you might accidentally wipe off some of the stuff that’s supposed to be there and we don’t want that happening,” you say, and he chuckles. 

As soon as you walk in, you grab a few paper towels and run one of them under the faucet. You start wiping at his shoulder, but the bronzer isn't coming off. Three bronzer-covered paper towels later, and it’s still there. 

“We’re going to be here a while… Got any fun stories?” you ask, while furiously scrubbing his shoulder. He winces, and you slow down a bit so you don’t hurt him.

“I have several,” he says and begins to talk. 

“So there’s this guy I know, he’s smart but he can make the dumbest choices. The other day I’m helping him water some plants and there’s this watering can he uses, right? He picks it up and the first thing I notice is all of the tape on the handle. I don’t think much of it at first, but then later the handle falls off. Apparently, it’s done that about a million times, and he decided to tape it instead of buying a new watering can.”

“...The guy is Namjoon, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

You laugh, “He told me that same story this morning, said you yelled at him to get a new watering can.”

Jin laughed, looking over at you and smiling. You two hold each other’s gazes for a bit, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, and you find yourself leaning in. You two are an inch apart before you snap out of whatever trance you’re in and break away, both of you looking away awkwardly and Jin clearing his throat. You go back to his shoulder and concentrate on that instead of thinking about whatever just happened. 

“I have another story. Well, not really a story, but more of a need for advice,” Jin says hesitantly. You look back up at him and see that he’s looking at the mirror, a nervous glint in his eye. 

He swallows. “There’s another guy I know. Also makes a lot of dumb choices, and is oblivious to basically everything. But there’s this girl he really likes. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t like him, but his friends act like it’s the opposite. The girl in question? Damn, he thinks she’s perfect. She’s cute, she’s funny, she’s kind to him and makes him happy. He likes to think that they’re close, and wants to just ‘fess up and tell her how he feels. He’s nervous, like… really nervous. He doesn’t think she likes him, even though his instincts and observations are telling him otherwise. So he doesn’t tell her. But like I said, he makes a lot of dumb choices. One of those dumb choices is not telling her.”

You stopped paying attention to his shoulder the second he said “oblivious.” 

“And now he’s in a bit of an awkward spot with her, they’re still friends but these things just keep on happening. He really, really wants to tell her now. But he has no idea how she feels. Whether she’s looking at him like that because she genuinely likes him, or because this new situation is opening up another train of thought for her.”

“Jin-”

“Yn. I like you. So much. I get it if you don’t feel the same way. But honestly, being in this position,” he gestures to the limited space between you two, “is driving me crazy. Being this close to you is doing things to me that I don’t want to admit to, because if you don’t feel the same then I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But please tell me if you really like me back, or if this photoshoot is just messing with my head. I’ve noticed you staring at me on multiple occasions today, and I need to know if that’s because you have feelings or because I’ve been almost naked all day.”

You’re silent. And for the first time today, that silence is not from awkwardness, it’s from surprise. Jin likes you? You, the stylist who’s been trying to remove bronzer from his shoulder for ten minutes. The girl who forgets to bring necessary supplies when she’s flustered. The girl who’s gotten photoshoot times mixed up and sent him in two hours early on multiple occasions. Who threw open a door and screamed at the ten people in charge of taking pictures of him. He likes you back?

“Please say something. Anything,” he pleads, and you blink. You want to confess too, but you’re also holding seven wet paper towels and that’s an awkward thing to be doing.

“Jin. This is really… surprising,” you breathe.

“Okay, maybe not anything. Anything but that.”

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’ve never said this because I was nervous about how you’d react, but I like you too. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest person I’ve ever met. It also goes without saying that you’re the most handsome person I’ve met too. Why would I think you felt the same about me? I’ve been staring at you all day because of my feelings, I think. I didn’t notice I was staring at you. The fact that you’ve been wearing next to nothing definitely does not help, my mind has been going to dangerous places that I’ve never let it wander to before,” you say, a little more confident now. You look back up at him, and he looks a little bit hopeful. 

“I like you, Jin.”

He smiles. And you find yourself leaning in again, this time on purpose, and he does too. The next thing you know, one hand is cupping your face, and the other is on your waist, pulling you towards him. You place your arms around his torso, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, barely whispering as his lips brush your forehead. You nod, not trusting your voice to work. You are well aware that he’s still shirtless, and you have no idea how that will affect your voice. 

And then he’s kissing you. It’s a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours and moving so sweetly. You both sigh in contentment, and you kiss him back, a little bit firmer. You break apart for a second to catch your breath, and then you pull him even closer and kiss him fiercely. He gasps a little bit, then kisses you back, moaning softly when you slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets you explore his mouth for a bit before beginning to suck on your tongue. He tastes so good and you pull him closer, earning a small whimper before he deepens the kiss. 

He walks you towards the wall, still kissing you, and traps you against it. You two break apart and you pull him closer, pushing your hips against his.

...he’s hard. Really hard.

“I wasn’t lying when I said being close to you was affecting me,” he gasps as you begin to grind on him, gently. 

“Oh, I definitely believe that,” you say, smirking. You slowly run your hands down his chest and he shivers a bit under your touch. His eyes close and he leans in again when your fingertips slide along the lines of his abs, he’s about to kiss you when you pull away.

“Your makeup is… well. It needs to be redone,” you say, a little bit breathless, “and you still have the photoshoot. We should head back out before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He sighs, hanging his head for a second, then looks back up, a glint in his eyes. 

“Or… we could just stay here and pretend the shoot doesn’t exist?”

“Nice try mister. I’ll probably be fired if you’re late and don’t have your makeup fixed. We can come back later…” you say, winking. He grins and leans in again. Before you can try to stop him (and save all that work you did on his lips…), his mouth is on yours and you’ve melted into his touch. His hands run down your back to your waist, sliding back up to your chest. He squeezes slightly and then moans when you kiss him harder, stepping forward and wrapping a leg around his hips. 

Your hands are all over each other, pulling each other close and he’s almost dry humping you at this point. You’ve never let yourself imagine what it would feel like to have him grinding on you, but now it’s happening and your brain is screaming. 

And then the door opens.

“What in the name of Jimin’s jams is going on here????” Sunhi yells, eyes wide as she takes in the scene in front of her. You don’t blame her, it would probably be weird if the situation were reversed and you found her with… anyone, honestly. 

Everyone is silent for a moment. And then you and Jin both start trying to explain. 

“Stop. Stop stop stop stOP! Both of you talking at once is a horrible idea seeing as I have no idea what either of you is saying. One at a time. Yn, you first,” Sunhi says, pointing at you. Your mind goes blank. 

“Uh. I. Uh. We were. Um. We just. Well.”

“Yn was helping me with a problem I had. As you can see,” Jin says, pointing at the tent in his pants, “this thing needs to go.”

Both you and Sunhi just stare at him. 

“What? It’s true! I can’t exactly take a photoshoot while I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

You both continue to stare at him. Sunhi face palms and sighs. 

“You know what? I don’t care. Hyejin asked me to find you so I’m assuming she needs you for something. You should hurry up with whatever this is. I’ll just tell her you’re still… doing makeup…” Sunhi says, already walking away.

“Okay as much as I would love to get rid of this, I get the feeling the moment is ruined,” Jin says as you step away from the wall. You nod and walk out of the bathroom.

“You coming?” 

He looks a little bit disappointed and nods. You chuckle and walk back to the room you’d been in before this all happened. Relieved to find that your tools hadn’t gotten up and walked away, you gather everything together to get back to work on Jin. His face needs a touch-up… or just an entire redo, seeing as you were unable to save all of that work you did. 

You turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, staring at you. He was checking you out, and you blush under his gaze. It was taking a lot to not drag him into the room and kiss him senseless. 

“So… about your makeup?” You begin, and he groans and follows you into the room. You get back to work as soon as he sits down, working twice as fast as you did last time. 

You finish with his face in record time, five minutes. Not that you were keeping score, but you beat Sunhi’s record for the third time this month. 

Hopefully this time you won’t accidentally spill something on Jin’s shoulder again, you’re running out of time. 

Your phone buzzes and you see that you have a text from Hyejin. There are only ten more minutes for you two to get back to the photo room. And you still have a LOT of work to do.

...and not just on his makeup. 

“Okay, no funny business this time. I’m in a time crunch to get you ready so we can’t. Uh. We can’t fuck or anything,” you say sternly, and he laughs.

“How the hell can you say that with a straight face?” 

“If you’re late I could get fired so…” you trail off.

“Good point, good point.”

“Okay now shut up and let me do your makeup.”

“Make me.”

And then the tension’s back. 

You didn’t realize just how strong you were until you pulled Jin out of his chair and dragged him to the bathroom. The door is barely locked before he has you pinned to the wall again, grinding against you and mouthing at your neck. His hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jin,” you begin to say, right as he finds your sweet spot and begins to suck on it. “Your makeup…” 

“What about it?” he blinks up at you before returning to your neck. 

“You’re going to ruin it again-” you gasp as his hands slid to your ass. 

“And? You might not need to fix it, this is an underwear ad after all. Maybe they’ll want a sort of fucked-out look, with messy makeup. This would be perfect,” he breathes, lips tracing your collarbone. You want to argue, but his erection is pressing against your thigh and you’re having a hard time ignoring it. 

“Then we’ll give them that,” you say, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, then tracing the lines of his abs down to the V of his hips. He bites gently into your shoulder, grinding himself against you even harder. 

You push him away from you a bit and he whines. Eyes lidded, hands still on your body, breathing heavily, he looks so good. He tries to lean in again but you stop him. 

“Take these off,” you gesture to his pants, which he nearly tears off in eagerness. You step forward, pushing him towards the counter. You kneel, tugging at his boxers, prompting him to push them down. His cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach.

You gasp, staring at his dick. He’s huge. You had a feeling he was pretty big, both from when you accidentally barged into the photoshoot and from when he was grinding on you earlier. But you hadn’t anticipated just how fucking enormous he was. His cock is long and thick, the head almost purple from the lack of attention and dripping a little bit of precum already. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, noticing your hesitation. He reaches for you, stroking your hair as you look back up at him in awe. 

“No… other than this fucking tree,” you say. He laughs, probably because he’s never heard anyone call his dick a tree before. Though, you don’t know his sexual history. For all you know, everyone he’d ever slept with called it a tree before you got there. 

You hold the base of his cock carefully, almost afraid to touch him. You haven’t given a blowjob in a very long time, especially not to someone as big as Jin. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to fit him in your mouth, but you sure as hell are going to try. 

You squeeze him and he gasps, the hand on your head tangling in your hair. He needs something to hold on to, which does wonders for your confidence. You put your other hand around him, preparing yourself. You kiss his tip, licking it like you would a popsicle that’s too cold. And then you wrap your lips around the head, beginning to suck.

He moans softly, eyes closed and head tilting back, already enjoying himself. You take more of him into your mouth, and he gets louder with every inch. You’re about halfway down, your hands still a little ways to go, when you begin to move off. He looks down at you, wondering what you were doing, and you wink before licking him from the base to the tip. His breathing becomes shallow, especially when he catches sight of your hands. They’re pretty small compared to his dick, and he grips the counter with his free hand, looking back at you. His eyes widen and he looks down again, the size difference doing things to him. One of your hands moves to his waist, pushing him against the counter so you can balance better. It’s like he’s frozen, letting you move him wherever.

You grin and focus back on his dick. Taking him back in your mouth, you have almost all of his cock in your mouth when he hits the back of your throat. He groans, head tilting back again. You swallow around him and he gets even louder. You bob your head, breathing through your nose so you won’t choke. You’ve only tried deepthroating a few times, all of them turning unsuccessful when you forgot to breathe. This time, you were ready. 

The sounds of pleasure he is making go straight to your center, and you feel a wave of arousal go through you. Looking back up at him, he looks completely fucked out. His Adam’s apple bobs whenever he moans, neck and cheeks flushed from the pleasure. He feels your gaze and looks at you, moaning louder when he sees how far in your mouth he was. You pause and swallow again, and his eyes practically roll back into his head as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth when you swallow again, and you choke a little bit. 

“FUCK. Yn. Shit that was so hot,” he moans, the hand on your head going back to stroking your hair. You move off of him to catch your breath.

“Maybe warn me next time?” you chuckle, your voice a little bit hoarse. His eyes widen before he nods. 

You interrupt him before he can ask if you’re okay, saying, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, just ask first. We have to be quick though, I still need to fix your makeup.”

He whimpers, knees buckling a little bit. The thought of using your mouth to get himself off is getting to his head, and you smile. 

“Can I? I don’t want to hurt you, but that sounds so hot… Your mouth already feels amazing,” he asks, groaning a bit when you nod. You get up and move over to the wall, about to kneel again when he kisses you, hard. 

You hold his dick again, stroking him gently while he explores your mouth (with his tongue this time). He begins to moan again, and you take that as your cue to break the kiss. You drop to your knees and open your mouth. 

“Shit… We’re doing this, aren’t we? Fuck, okay. Pinch me if it’s too much, okay?” he says, a little bit breathless. You nod, leaning forward to lick him again, tongue digging into his slit a little bit. He lets out a loud moan, looking like he’s about to lose himself. He guides his cock into your mouth and begins to thrust. He’s gentle at first, but going a little bit rougher when your eyes meet. He is slowly falling apart, you could tell, especially when you begin to choke a bit. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but you could live with it for a few minutes. The pleasured look on his face and his loud, almost desperate moans are enough to keep you going. 

“Fu-uck… Oh fuck… Oh my god, you feel so good, yn.” His hand flies out to brace him against the wall as his thrusts speed up. He’s close, you can tell. He pulls out of your mouth, the hand that was in your hair moving to hold himself, squeezing a bit. 

You look up, confused. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, trying to catch his breath. He motions for you to get up, and you do, still confused. He kisses you again, more gentle than before, and you wrap your arms around his torso. 

“Is it okay if I fuck you? As amazing as it feels to be in your mouth, I’m pretty sure I’m going to indulge for too long if you keep sucking me off,” he asks the second you two break your kiss. Your eyes widen, but you still nod, excited at the prospect. 

“It’s already been a few minutes, we don’t have very long,” you say, beginning to take off your leggings. He nods, eyes following your hands until your pants are completely off. You aren’t wearing lingerie, as you hadn’t expected this whole thing to happen today, but his eyes are glued to you regardless. Your panties are pretty wet, and he looks like he’s going to choke because of the sight. He kisses you again, almost shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wildly roaming your body. 

You take off your panties, a little bit difficult because of the stickiness, and he slowly slips into you. Once his tip is buried in you, you both sigh shakily. He keeps moaning softly as he slowly sheathes himself into you, pausing every few seconds to let you adjust. You feel completely stuffed once he’s finally fully inside. At this point, both of you are moaning, his hands landing on your waist to hold you against the wall, chest pressed to yours. He feels so solid against you, and you trace the lines of his body distractedly. He shivers slightly under your touch. Still deeply kissing you, he lifts one of your legs, which you wrap around his waist. He feels even deeper than before (if that was possible). 

His lips release yours, albeit reluctantly, and you nudge him to let him know he can move. He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back into you. You kiss his neck, careful not to bite him in case you can’t cover it up later. As you move up to his jaw, his thrusts speed up, and he moans loudly when you lick along his jawline. You begin to grind yourself against him, encouraging him to speed up. 

“Harder, please… Jin you feel so good… oh shit,” you moan, meeting his eyes. He goes even harder, hitting so deep inside you that you’re afraid he will split you in half. He’s panting heavily like he’s barely keeping control of himself. And he probably is. You don’t blame him, if you were riding him you would lose control easily. 

“Yn… you’re so tight, how are you so tight-” he says breathlessly, his words turning into a moan. You suddenly clench around him and he swears, loudly. He stills inside you and his head drops to your shoulder with a loud groan. You whine from the loss of movement, but stop when he looks back up at you.

“Do that again, please, it felt so good-” he practically begs, before you clench again and he bucks his hips into you. He picks up the rhythm again, snapping his hips into you, hard. His head drops back down to your shoulder. Small whimpers leave his lips as he thrusts, getting louder when you tighten around him. He adjusts himself, angling his hips in a way that feels so much deeper inside you. He hits that one spot and you feel weak, almost collapsing against him. He grins slightly, realizing what he found and then pounding against that one spot.

“Jin, please, faster… oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing onto his arms. At this point, it feels like he’s jackhammering into you, and you’re not sure if he can go any faster. But he’s been very full of surprises today. 

“Is that where you need me? I’ll go faster if you need me to, baby,” he says, now pounding you into the wall. 

Did he just call you baby? It’s strange. Something about that goes straight to your heart and just spreads throughout all of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s a weird feeling compared to the burning lust that filled your entire body, but it feels good. 

His thrusts are becoming sloppy. It’s only a matter of time before he comes, and you’re surprised he lasted this long. And then you remember. You’re in a time crunch. Jin has a photoshoot. You still need time to fix his makeup, let alone clean up the mess you two are surely making. So you thrust forwards, the thud of skin on skin beginning to fill the room. Jin lifts his head to look at you again, eyes half-closed in a dazed state of pleasure. You clench especially tightly around him, wanting to help him get off faster, and he throws his head back with a deep growl. He leans forward again and bites into your neck, and you almost can’t take it anymore, all you want to do is cum. 

The desire to reach your climax is so great that you almost don’t hear Jin, “I-I’m close. Yn, I’m. I’m close. Oh shit. Fuck you feel so good.” 

He moves off of your neck, looking back at you. Your eyes meet, and his gaze darts to your mouth. His eyes travel back to yours, but you’re too focused on his lips. They seem so soft and pillowy, and all you want to do is kiss him. So you do. 

You lean towards him, and he seems to have the same idea as you because he leans in too. Your lips meet for only a second before he’s moaning again. You feel him thrust one last time and then he tenses. He crushes his mouth against yours and then spills into you with a long, drawn-out moan of your name. 

You haven’t had your orgasm yet, but you’re fairly close. It will be easy to get yourself off when Jin’s makeup is finished. He slips out of you, taking a step back to let you stand again. 

“Sorry, I meant to let you cum first,” he says sheepishly. “I got carried away…”

You smile and press a small kiss to his cheek. He pulls you into his arms and holds you, burying his face in your hair. 

“It’s okay, the goal was to get rid of your erection anyways. I can deal with myself later.”

“Are you sure? I can help you right now if you want. I don’t want to leave you hanging,” his eyes are wide as he looks down at you. You kiss him again, winding your fingers in his hair. He’s gentle with you, pulling you closer. You break away to catch your breath, still a little bit winded from how hard he was fucking you. 

“Jinnie, sweetie, I’m fine. I promise. If I need help, I’ll call you,” you say, winking. The tips of his ears flush pink and he kisses you again, but you can feel his smile. Never have you imagined being the one to cause the flustering, yet here you are. 

He lets you go and you both rush to put your clothes back on, knowing there’s even less time to get him ready. You’re about to unlock the door when someone knocks on it.

“Jin hyung?” says what sounds like Jungkook, but you can’t be entirely sure. “Are you in here? Yoongi hyung is looking for you. We have to go take pictures again I think.” 

You and Jin exchange a look, and as he opens his mouth to say something you press your hand over it to stop him. He looks confused but you have a plan, and he can’t be telling the other members he’s in here with you if that plan is going to work.

“No, Jungkook-ssi, it’s just me. If I find Seokjin I’ll send him to you and Yoongi, okay?” you call, glaring at Jin when he tries to move your hand. 

“Okay. Thanks, yn-noona.” Jungkook says, and you wait until you hear him walking away before letting go of Jin. 

“What was that for?!?” Jin half-yells, his eyes drilling holes into you. 

“I still need to fix your makeup, and if we send Jungkook on a wild goose chase trying to find you then we get more time.”

“Why couldn’t you have just said I’m in here with you? It’s Jungkook, he’s not going to know what we were doing, he’s oblivious to everything.”

“Because then he’d either wait around for you to come out or he’d tell someone else, who would likely be less oblivious and would know what we were doing. We’d both get in trouble with the second one,” you say. “I feel bad about lying to him but I also don’t want to get us in more trouble. It’s bad enough that your makeup isn’t done and it’s very clearly messed up, if someone figured out we were having sex then I could probably get fired.” 

“Sunhi saw us making out earlier, yn.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about that. Panic starts to fill you, every possible “what-if” scenario flashing through your head. If she told Hyejin or someone else, you could still get fired. 

You feel Jin’s hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Yn. Don’t worry about it so much. If you get in trouble I’ll just tell them I asked you to help me. Sunhi saw how hard I was, trust me I’ve never seen anyone look at my dick for so long so shamelessly, she would probably believe me if I explained that I needed help again. And we don’t know if she told anyone. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s slept with Taehyung on multiple occasions so she’s not exactly in a better situation.” 

“She slept with Taehyung?” you ask, bewildered. Sunhi? Really? You knew she liked him, you just didn’t know she’d compromise her job like that. Then again, you just did the same thing.

“That’s not the point, yn. The point is, you’re probably overreacting about people finding out. Take a few deep breaths and then let’s go back to the other room. You probably won’t need to fix much, it will only take a little bit.”

“All of the bronzer on your torso is smeared and blotchy, and there’s pink surrounding your mouth… I’m not sure how it managed to completely avoid your lips, it’s literally called lipstick? There’s a lot that needs to be fixed, Jin.”

“My handsomeness should make up for it,” he says, winking. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s making jokes right now, and giggle a little bit. 

You head out of the bathroom after checking that Jungkook isn’t lingering anywhere nearby. Gathering your tools, you go back to work on Jin’s makeup. He was right, it doesn’t take very long, and you’re almost done when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“What’s this?” you ask, and he chuckles. 

“A thank you for the second-best orgasm of my life.”

“Only second? When was the first?”

“Later today, around 8 PM, if I’m lucky and you don’t have any plans. Do naengmyun and galbi sound good to you?” 

You blush and stammer out a yes. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up when today’s photos are over. Does 7:30 work?” he asks as you finish with his makeup. You nod and peck his forehead before standing back to admire your work.

He looks perfect. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more handsome, but he did, and you’re loving it. His legs are casually spread, one arm folded behind his head and the other on the armrest. He’s still not wearing a shirt and has since taken off his jeans, giving you a very indulgent view of his body. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, he’s just so effortlessly sexy. 

“So… how do I look?” he asks, noticing how your gaze travels up and down his body. 

“Amazing… you look absolutely fucking amazing…” you whisper, taking his hands and helping him get up. He grins and pulls you into his arms for a second before he has to go.

“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you tonight. After all, I still owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs, winking before he heads out. 

It stirs something inside you, and you’re left a little breathless as you watch him leave the room. Needless to say, you’re excited. 

#dazzlinghorizonnetwork #hyunglinenetwork #ultkpopnetwork #jin #kimseokjin #jinxreader #jin x reader #seokjinmoonfics #jin fic #bts fic #desperatetimescallfordesperatemeasures

[missdutch21md]

Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 486 

Summary: Just some fluffy fluff with our World Wide Handsome man. 

A/N: Editing for my main story right now is coming to a close, I should be posting within the next week. But I found this little drabble in some notes I came across and I thought I’d share this with everyone. 

All my love, 

Soul 

“Jagi~” Seokjin called out for me.  

“Neh~” I answered from my place in the tub.  

“Are you done yet?” he asked. “You’ve been in there for over an hour,” he sounded concerned.  

I laughed lightly, “I think I need help standing up,” I answered.  

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he chided coming into the bathroom with a click of his tongue.  

“The water was still warm,” I hummed.  

He rolled his eyes while smiling and getting my towel off the hook, “you’re so silly. But now you’re cold,” he pouted at me. “And that means the baby is cold~”  

“I know~” I fake cried.  

He snorted and pulled the drain to let the water go.  

“It’s cold,” I whined again, my teeth were chattering a little.

“You should have called for me while the water was still warm,” he reminded. I nodded and studied his face. I was so proud of him, his hair was that platinum blonde that I loved so much on him.  

He had been blankly staring into the water while the water drained. He turned to me, “what?” he smiled.  

“I’m just so glad that you love me,” I answered with a shy smile.  

He beamed back at me proudly being the pompous overzealous man, he always was. “Oh really?” He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. I nodded and leaned over the side of the tub to be closer to him, while we waited for the water to drain more. He butt his head against mine and gave me a cute smile. “Is that what you think about when you stare at me like that?” he asked, curious.  

I blinked. Did I look at him like that often? “I just think about all that you’ve accomplished. I’m so proud of you, and all you’ve done. You’ve grown so much, and I feel blessed to be among those that you love,” I answered, looking back at him.  

He had one of those love-struck smiles plastered across his face, “you need to stop being so cute,” he chastised.  

“No~ cause then you’ll go find a cuter wife,” I joked.  

He shook his head. “you’re the best there is. No one could ever compare to you.” It was my turn to blush then and he only smiled more leaning in to steal another kiss. When the tub was half full he held his hand out for me to grab onto. “Not too fast, okay?” he held onto my hand firmly as I did my best to stand up in the tub.  

“Thank you,” I said as he wrapped me up in my towel and carried me out to our bedroom. He sat me on the bed and helped me dress and even started to help me dry my hair. “Yah~” I blushed. “I can do it.”  

“No no,” he answered smiling back at me. “Let me pamper you while I’m home.”  

#jin #jinxreader #seokjin #seokjinxreader #btsxreader #domestic #fluffy #established relationship #bts #kim seokjin

[basic-btsbitch]

jin x reader

a jin fluff drabble cause i am sad

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It Had been a very long day when you were finally able to drag yourself home. The whole day started bad right off the bat with spilling your morning coffee down the front of your white (of course) work blouse. After that fiasco, you had to do your best to clean the now ruined t-shirt in the company bathroom. Of course during this your manager walked in on you desperately trying to dry it with the hand dryer, which probably didn't look the best. This had then started a series of events that pulled your mood farther and farther down till you were basically dragging your feet in the last hour before you left.  

The wonderful scent of jjahjangmyeon hits you full force as you walk in the door. Pausing to take a deep breath in through your nose, you quickly drop your purse, and shrug your jacket off onto the floor. It only takes you a few strides to bring you down the hall, and into the light of the kitchen. 

You’re greeted with the sight of your husband Seokjin’s back as he fiddled with something over the stove across from you. His head of dark hair and wide shoulders block your view of what he was doing on the stove top, but you can hear him humming along to the song playing on the little radio he kept next to the sink.

Quickly you walk the couple of steps it takes to be directly behind him. You snake your arms around his waist, hugging onto him tightly.

At the contact he stops humming, and lets out a little squeak of surprise. Jin stiffened up for just a moment before relaxing once more as you nuzzle your face into the back of his clean white shirt.

Breathing in deeply, you smell the comforting smell of his usual cologne on top of the already amazing smelling food he was cooking up. You could feel the stress, and anxiousness of the day melting away. Jin unknowingly makes your day instantly better without any effort on his part.

“Hey Love, dinners nearly ready, can you grab the plates please?” you couldn't see his face, but you could hear his smile in his voice.

“Mmmmmmm, Just another moment jinnie,” you respond, letting out a deep breath across his back.

Jin lets out a laugh that you could feel rumble through his chest.

With one final nuzzle, you release him allowing him to turn around to embrace you this time. He lets go of you with a kiss to your cheek next to your mouth. A large smile crosses his handsome face as he studies you carefully. His eyes search your face, your feelings from the day must be written on it. His smile turns soft before he kisses you on the nose sweetly. 

“Come on lovey, let's have dinner.” he says leaving a final kiss on your cheek.

No matter how bad your day is, he can always make it better.

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[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: 8

Warnings: aggressive behaviour, possible swearing.

Type: Hybrid!Au , yandere, fluff, angst Authors Note: it’s a bit short but things are happennnning! Let me know if you would like to be tagged, my asks are playing up a bit so I do apologise! Lemme know your thoughts on the newnchapter! 

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Jeongguk had been acting stranger toward you than usual, and you weren’t too sure what you had done to warrant the behavior but you also weren’t about to question it. While he still didn’t speak to you, or even acknowledge when you tried to talk with him, he came and sat with you and the few boys that could still come, have breakfast and lunch with you, and always made sure to be seated directly across from you. He followed you all on your afternoon walks to the beach, playing around with the others. But you always felt his eyes on you, and you;d be a liar if you said it didn’t make you extremely uncomfortable. The stare didn’t feel friendly, but it also didn’t feel malicious. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. So you just pretended it wasn’t happening.

And god was it difficult. 

He was intimidating. 

“I haven’t seen Taehyung, is he okay?” You wondered, looking over to Jimin who walked close beside you. You could tell he was restraining himself from trying to latch onto you, he wasn’t very good at hiding… well anything. 

You hadn’t seen Taehyung since you had all arrived, and you honestly missed him. Just a little. Nobody had mentioned the monkey hybrid, which you found odd. At first you had thought maybe he was just tired and adjusting to the changes, but when nobody had mentioned him by the third day you were suspicious. 

“He’s fine,” Hoseok shrugged, gently patting your hair. “He’s joined some hotel activities.” 

You frowned, humming as you tried to think of any activities on the bulletin board in the hotel, you hadn’t seen anything listed, but maybe there were different activities set up for the hybrids. Separating the activities would be strange though, wouldn’t people want to spend time with their hybrids? Do they not consider them family, or at least friends? You couldn’t say you considered any of the boy's family, nor friends, maybe acquaintances? But then again they weren’t yours. 

“Did you guys sign up for any?” You asked, glancing between the three. They all shook their heads, ‘no’. You puffed up your cheeks, slowly letting the air out. This place was strange. The whole situation was strange. Since arriving the boys had slowly dropped one by one, you see less and less of them. Namjoon had explained to you the day after arriving what the hotel really was, confirming most of your research. 

A hotel for hybrids to stay and pass through their mating cycles, and if all owners agreed, they could sometimes find hybrids of the same breed and ‘pair’ them up. You had snorted at the thought, your first thought being it was like a matchmaking hotel, before your slow brain caught up and realized exactly what was meant by ‘pair up.’ You had been horrified that the comments on the forum were true. But you had trust in your brother to not being that stupid. 

Your brother… You hadn’t heard from him since the ‘trip’ was announced. You had been calling, texting and even emailing him, but no responses ever came back. Frustrated wasn’t even close to how you were beginning to feel about this whole situation. Even his fiancé had stopped responding to you, and while you knew your brother wouldn’t abandon the pack, you weren’t too happy being left in the dark. You had so many questions and you just wanted answers. 

Being in a hotel all by yourself over the evening was lonely, the boys had a curfew, their hotel's doors were locked by 5:30pm, for ‘safety.’  Your nights you did spend on the phone, facetiming with Dohan, the guy you had met in the grocery store. The two of you had grown incredibly close, talking constantly. He was incredibly sweet, and funny and while he didn’t know the entire situation you were in (e.g. babysitting seven hybrids) he was incredibly comforting and tried his best to help you. You had admittedly developed a crush on the man, and you knew he felt the same towards you, but you had both agreed to not act on anything until he could take you on a real date. You sometimes wished some of the boys had phones so you could at least text them over the night, especially Taehyung. You were honestly beginning to really worry about him. 

It was 4pm now, and soon the boys would have to retreat back to the hotel and you would be alone once again. While you weren’t the most social person, you still enjoyed a little company– what human didn’t? You couldn’t socialise with the other people in the hotel, Covid was still a thing and the hotel had strict rules in place, and you wondered if it were the same for the boys. Were they separated once they got back to the hotel? Did they get to have dinner together? Did they feel as isolated as you did? 

Hoseok and Jimin had run ahead to the water, the two wanting to walk along the water before heading back. This left you alone with Jeongguk. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, drumming so hard you were sure he could see it with the way he was staring. The snake hybrid moved closer, the skin of his arm brushing against you making you shiver. Did he always feel this cold? 

Jeongguk felt like an idiot– no, not an idiot. A pervert. He was trying his best to act neutral around you, he really was. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He liked to try and blame it on the raging hormones in the hotel, they were triggering him, he was sure when he finally got home he wouldn’t feel.. Whatever it was that he was experiencing right now. He had been happy when the others ran off, giddy even. He had you to himself, something that had never happened before… something he hadn’t wanted before. He had moved closer to you, hoping you wouldn’t notice but the second your soft, warm skin brushed him, he knew he was down bad. Thoughts of you, naked, filled his brain again. Did all of your skin feel this smooth? This warm? 

You had shivered when he touched you, was it out of fear? The thought of you fearing him didn’t upset him, infact, it excited him. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of you under him, begging him to leave you alone. Jeongguk was sure you looked stunning with teary eyes. 

The snake hybrid looked around, his packmates were already by the water, out of eyesight for you. They weren’t paying attention to him, or you. 

Jeongguk wrapped his fingers around your wrist, forcing you to stop. He could feel your pulse under his finger tips, beating erratically. Your body temperature raised, and your body stiffening under his touch. Your reaction was exciting. You were scared. 

“--Jeongguk?” 

The hybrid shook his head, snapping back out his thoughts. His eyes still glued to where he held onto you so tightly. He hadn’t heard a word you said before his name. He wanted you to say it again. 

“Are you scared?” He asked softly, still not looking at you properly. 

Scared wasn’t the right word. You were petrified. You wanted nothing more than to rip yourself out of his hold and book it back to your room, but he was holding so tightly, like he knew exactly what you wanted to do. 

“I knew it.” He grinned, finally looking you in the eyes and god, you wished he hadn’t. His dark eyes stared into yours, an excited glint in them. 

“Jeongguk, please let me go.” You asked as calmly as you could muster, but even you could hear the shake to your voice. 

“Say it again.” 

You frowned, gently tugging your wrist only to wince when his grip tightened. 

“Let me go.” You repeated, a little firmer this time. 

“Not that. Say my name.” He pouted. You almost would have fallen for how cute he looked if it weren’t for the way his fangs were out, pushing into his bottom lip. Or maybe the way he watching you was like you were a mouse, and he was ready to snap any second and swallow you whole.

You frowned, looking down at your wrist again. It was bright red, and aching. You’ll definitely be bruised by morning. 

“Jeongguk, I’m asking you nicely, let me go.” 

He laughed, throwing his head back as his body shook. You were shocked, you don’t think you had ever seen him laugh, at least not at you. He calmed quickly, shaking his head in silent disbelief before he tugged you forward, wrapping his free arm around your hips. 

“What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He cooed, eyes narrowing in on yours. The look on his face was the opposite of the tone of voice he had just used. He leaned in closer, barely an inch away. “Tell me, what will you do?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you weren’t sure why. Was it because your attempt at a threat had clearly failed? Or was it the way he was holding you right now? Or how close his face was to yours. 

“I’m waiting Y/N.” He sang, his grin showing off the needle fangs hanging over his canines. 

You felt sick. 

“I’ll–” 

“Don’t say scream, that's boring.” He cut you off, sighing dramatically. “Besides,” He added, letting go of your wrist to wrap his fingers in your hair. His grip on your hips tightened as he yanked your head backward. “I could rip your throat out before you even try.” 

Oh god, you really were going to vomit. 

“Where did the confidence go?” The hybrid whined, gently shaking your head side to side. “Don’t be boring now, come on. Try again.” 

You could feel tears threatening to cloud your vision and if you could, you would’ve punched yourself for looking so goddamn weak. But what else could you do? He was right. He could rip out your throat in the blink of an eye, hell, he didn't even need to do that. All he had to do was bite you and you would be done for. The thought had your stomach tightening in an attempt to remove its contents but you pushed it back down, you weren’t going to cry, and you certainly weren’t about to vomit all over this asshole– even if he deserves it. 

“This isn’t funny, please just leave me alone.” You mumbled. You wish you had ran ahead with the other two, why haven’t they realized you hadn’t shown up yet? 

Jeongguk’s hand tightened in your hair making you wince, if he moved again he was going to take a chunk out. The stinging on your scalp made your eyes water, which only seemed to please the boy towering over you.

 He was right, he thought proudly, you looked so pretty when you cried.

“Y/N was asking about Tae again,” Jimin sighed as he dropped into his seat. Across from him sat Seokjin who nodded at the younger words but didn’t say anything, instead he looked to his left and raised a brow to Namjoon. 

The boys had all agreed to not mention what exactly Taehyung was up to. They weren’t sure how you would react, so they thought the best thing to do was keep it to themselves. Jay had contacted the hotel and requested that any matches found be matched to ‘his’ boys, if possible. So far they only had a match for Taehyung much to everyone's surprise, they expected Namjoon again, or even Jimin. They felt bad for him, it was his second time matching and the first time had left the poor man depressed afterwards. During ruts, when matched up their more animalistic side tends to kick in, the urge to mate was nearly unbearable for most hybrids, even with training which is why many of the first few generations were castrated, which often left them undesirable to many potential adopters. Coping with these urges were much harder, and less experienced a hybrid was, which is why Jay had sent them to the hotel this year, not wanting to risk anything happening to his sister– which the boys all understood, but the older men couldn’t help but feel insulted that had to go too. Namjoon had been sure he, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi would have been fine with having you around during this time, especially since most of them it wasn’t even their time, but Jay clearly didn’t want to risk anything. 

Namjoon was now thankful for Jay’s decision, at least he thinks. While he was sure he could have handled being at home with you, being here at the hotel with all the hormones had definitely made it very hard for him to be near you, so by the second day he had started to stay back at the hotel and halt any interaction with you until he felt he could trust himself. Seokjin had followed him soon after, and Yoongi had just never bothered to leave his room unless it was meal times. They had all been surprised when Jeongguk had announced he was going to join Hobi and Jimin with meeting you. They had all assumed by his irritable mood he was starting to begin his cycle too, and despite trying to convince him to stay, the youngest boy had stubbornly ignored all warnings and ran off to catch up to the others. While Namjoon trusted that the other two could keep Jeongguk in his place he still had his own worries. 

“She seemed kind of upset too.” Hoseok added with a frown, “We were all gonna play by the beach but she never caught up. When Jimin and I got to her again she ran off.” 

Namjoon frowned, looking between the three that had been accompanying you today. The elder two looked confused, and a little upset that their time with you had been cut short. You had been walking them back to the hotel the last few days too. When his gaze finally fell on the youngest member he sighed. He had noticed the snake's change in behavior toward you, and he wasn’t all too sure if he saw it as a positive or not, but by the happy look on his face, Namjoon felt guilt hit him in the gut. He knew that look too well.

Jeongguk had a new toy, and it seemed to be you. 

#bts #btsxreader #our own world #bts fanfiction #hybrid bts #jiminxreader #jinxreader #jungkookxreader #ot7btsxreader #taehyungxreader #namjoomxreader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere bts #hybrid jungkook #hybrid Taehyung #hybrid yoongi #hybrid Jimin #hybrid Namjoon #hybrid Hoseok #hybrid Seokjin

[meowxyoong]

Brightest Star | KSJ [Teaser]

Pairing: MoonSpirit!Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut 👀, some fluff?

Summary: The moon has always been watching over the earth, surrounded by planets and beautiful stars. But one night you talk to him and everything changes.

Warnings: Talks of depression, isolation, Major character death

A/N: I really hope to have this finished by next week but it looks like it will be a monster one shot so sorry in advance ajdbjabdjs

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“I just think the moon looks beautiful tonight. Prettier than other nights, don’t you think?”

She was talking to someone but Seokjin could see only her. He could only hear her voice.

“Well I’m really happy that we decided to come out. You never get this kind of view in the city.”

She started walking, leaving whoever she was with behind. Suddenly, her face came closer and he could tell she was walking up a hill. The height made it easier to see and hear her.

“Hello moon. You look really beautiful tonight. Well, you always look beautiful but tonight I can see you better so I guess that changes it. Thank you for watching over us. I really hope it's not too lonely up there. I will try to come out here more often so I can see you better. So until next time, moon.”

And then she smiled.

All at once every star in the universe turned black and her smile was all he could see.

#kimseokjin #jinxreader #seokjinxreader #btsfic #btsteaser #teaser #meowxyoong #bangtanfairygarden

[kutemouse]

Hi! I just found your blog, and i'm in love with it. I would like to request from fluffy prompt 35+36 please with jin!

Well, what a coincidence, because I am in love with YOU kutie anon!! <3 Anyways, here is the imagine I dreamt up when hit with these prompts. Sorry it is so LONG (as usual) but in order to do these prompts justice, it is what it is. Hope you like <3

Fluff prompt #35: Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Fluff prompt #36: Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

Disclaimers: I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s obviously not mine. Spiderman belongs to Sony, who has made a deal with Marvel/Disney to be used in their films, just in case y’all didn’t know.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, childhood romance, mentions of making love, Jin making me pop all the UwU’s and melting me into a puddle of fluffy goo.

Word Count: 2,968

Summary: You decided to spend your summer at your grandparents’ place where you used to spend summers during your childhood. The place is filled with so many memories, some good, some bad, but all containing him.

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Always Loved You (Jin One-Shot, Fluff)

I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough. Currently, I was laying on a beach chair I’d dragged out to the edge of the lake, soaking up some sun while reading a trashy romance novel. The main character had finally confessed their love to the main love interest, and things were getting interesting.

“Y/n!” I ignored whoever was calling me.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” I hollered back, ripping off my sunglasses in annoyance.

“I need you to go to town! We need groceries for dinner tonight!”

I stood up, grumbling, pulling down my swimsuit that had started riding up my ass and gathering up my bag and towel. So much for a relaxing afternoon.

Still, I guess I was here for more than just a vacation. It was summer, and I’d just graduated from university. When everyone who attended my graduation party asked what I was going to do with my fancy new degree, I shrugged and gave some vague, non-committal answer. I had no job prospects lined up, not even an internship. I knew what I wanted to do with my degree, but no idea how to get there.

Sick of people asking me about it, I finally found something to do with my summer. I would go live with my grandparents and help them out. Truthfully, that was kind of a lie in itself. Sure, I’d help with whatever my grandpa and grandma needed, but mostly I was here to get some space and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. My impromptu trip got my parents off my back, at least.

I breathed in the warm, fresh air one last time before going inside to change. I loved it here. Back when I was in grade school, I used to come here for entire summers with my parents. Between the sun and the lake, I was constantly begging to come back here. I wondered when that changed… probably some time in high school, when I started getting busy with friends and parties. “I’m leaving now!” I called out to my grandma, scooping up the list she left for me on the coffee table.

“Thank you!”

I stepped outside and began the walk to the mini-mart down the road, relishing in the way my skin warmed in the sun once more. I hardly passed a single person, let alone a single car. That’s part of the charm here… no nosy neighbors or pesky so-called friends trying to get into your business and tell you what to do. Everything had a good distance between it, allowing for solitude and that small-town feel. I loved that it took a twenty minute walk to get to the busiest part of town, which was still nothing when compared to the crowded streets of the city.

A smile spread over my face as I passed a small park I remembered playing in as a kid.

“Tag, you’re it!” I shrieked before running away as fast as I could.

He growled and took off after me, causing me to squeal and run faster, giggling like mad. I ran up the steps of the jungle gym until I reached the very tippy, top. Oh no, he was coming! He grinned as he cornered me, but I had one escape left. I slid down the slide, still laughing as my bum hit the ground, got up, and started running. I didn’t make it far, though.

WAM! My feet tangled up and I ended up on the ground. “Ouch,” I gasped, looking at my hands. They had tiny cuts all over them, and my knee was scraped.

He reached me and pushed me hard in the shoulder. “TAG!” he screamed, but his smile faded when he saw me crying.

“Y/n, what happened?” he said, leaning down and examining my knee with large, brown eyes.

“I tripped,” I sniffled.

“Oh, don’t cry. I trip all the time. I even carry band-aides around just in case. See?”

I perked up a little when he pulled a bandage out of his pocket. He smiled at me as he peeled off the backing and stuck it on my knee. “It’s Spiderman,” I giggled.

He grinned at me. “He’s my favorite.”

The boy suddenly leaned down and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. “There. All better.”

He pulled me up and we continued our game of tag, shrieking and laughing even louder, if that was possible.

I blinked away the memory, realizing I’d stopped and was staring at the playground. God, I hadn’t thought about him in forever. How long’s it been? I wonder if he still lives around here… or even if he remembers me.

Our moms were best friends back in the day, and every time my family came here, we’d always spend the most time together. He was the only kid my age we knew around here, so he became my best friend. As we grew up, we went from sending each other hand-drawn pictures in the mail to full-on letters, then to emailing, then texting, then video calling.

One day, my laptop beeped, indicating I was getting a video chat, and I nearly declined it before seeing it was him. I quickly wiped my tears away with a tissue and blew my nose before answering the call. “Hey,” I said, giving the camera a watery smile.

“Hey! It’s been forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I keep meaning to call you but I’ve just been so busy.”

I sniffed, and he frowned, leaning closer to his screen. “Are you crying?”

“N-No,” I stuttered.

He gave me an amused smile. “Y/n, come on. You know you can’t lie to me.”

I choked out a laugh. “Alright, fine. Yes, I was crying, it’s stupid, just some guy being an ass as usual…”

I watched as he reached out a hand and leaned his camera even closer to his handsome face, concern etched all over his features, those brown eyes shining in what little light there was. “Please don’t cry, y/n. You know I can’t stand you crying.”

I nodded and laughed a bit more. “I know. I promise, it’s over with that guy. I won’t be wasting any more tears on him.”

He smiled at me. “Good.”

Lost in thought, I kept walking down the road, my tennis shoes scuffing along the pavement as I absentmindedly kicked stray rocks. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. Last I heard, he too went to university somewhere in a far-off city. He was probably making a living for himself, his career prospects endless… probably dating someone too. Might even be married by now.

I huffed out a sigh as I reached the mini-mart. I stepped inside and grabbed a basket before pulling out my grandma’s list, muttering as I read it out loud to myself. “Y/n?”

That voice… it couldn’t be. No freaking way. I whirled around. “Jin?”

His face split into a wide grin. “It is you! What are you doing here?”

“J-Jin,” I stuttered, still not comprehending that the tall, handsome guy I was just reminiscing about was actually here.

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s been what, six, seven years?”

“Something like that.” I could hardly breath. He looked only slightly older than what I remember. His hair was darker and pushed away from his face to reveal his forehead, but the rest of him was the same. The same easy smile. The same toned, wide shoulders. That melodic voice. Another memory suddenly forced its way into my mind, one that I’d been trying to push away since I got here.

The soft light of 6am caused my eyes to flutter open. A fresh, cool breeze danced across my bare skin, causing me to shiver and slide my arms back under the covers, cuddling close to the warm body next to me. I suddenly shot up. “Oh God, we’ve been out all night,” I groaned.

Jin sat up as well, chuckling. “It’s okay. Just tell your parents you were with me. They’ll understand.”

Oh hell. His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and I felt myself melting into a puddle as he spoke.

Without warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back eagerly for a few minutes before squeezing my waist, causing us to break apart as I gasped. “Listen,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my bare shoulder. “We should be getting back.”

“No, just a few more minutes,” I said, pulling him in again.

Jin indulged me for only a few seconds more, wrapping his soft lips around mine in a way that made my head spin. After an entire summer of flirting and driving each other crazy, we finally gave in and ended up kissing each other after Jin drove us out here to watch the stars. Before I knew it, we were in the back of his truck making love. He was my first. I always knew he would be. It was just a matter of getting us to cross the line between friends and lovers.

He pulled away from me. “Seriously, y/n, our parents are going to murder us as it is,” he laughed. “And… you’re leaving today. You’ve got to go pack.”

My heart dropped. I knew he was right. When would we see each other again? Jin began pulling his clothes back on, and I did the same. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to shrug it on when I tugged it away.

“Hey!” he protested, playfully grabbing for it back.

I buried my face in the jean fabric, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like him, musky with a hint of spicy cologne. “Can I keep this?” I asked suddenly. “It… It smells like you.”

Jin smiled. “Sure.”

“Y/n?”

I blinked, looked back up at Jin. “Yeah, sorry. I was just-”

“Lost down memory lane?” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“Y-Yeah.”

I still had that jacket somewhere. I’d kept it wrapped in a plastic bag so, whenever I grew lonely or sad, I could pull it out and inhale his scent. I’d even fallen asleep a few times with my head buried in it, making myself feel better as memories of Jin wafted through my mind.

“I find myself doing that too,” Jin murmured, bringing me back to the present.

I never went back to my grandparents’ after that, finding myself too wrapped up in school, friends, and other boyfriends to bother. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself. Maybe the real reason I stayed away is because I didn’t want to find out Jin had been doing the same. Living his life… without me.

I tightened my grasp on my basket. “Um, I’ve got… I’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Do you want to shop together?” I blurted out, noticing his mostly-empty basket.

Jin turned back around, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure.”

We walked down the aisles in silence, picking out the groceries we needed as we went. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I finally said. “I thought you went to university.”

“I did,” he replied. “But I graduated recently, and I came back to see my family for a summer before heading back to Seoul.”

“Oh. Did you get a job?”

“Nope. I’m trying to become a doctor, so I need to go back to school for a few more years.”

“Nice,” I murmured.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

I sighed. “To visit my grandparents. Help them out.”

Jin stopped, grabbing something off a shelf, tossing me a knowing smile. “Come on, y/n, I know you. Why are you really here?”

I scoffed. “What do you mean? That is why I’m here.”

Jin stepped close, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. I caught a whiff of that oh-so-familiar scent and felt my legs turning to jelly as he leaned down so our eyes were level. “Are you sure?” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I was implying,” he said, chuckling. “But good to know.”

“Besides, you’ve probably got some girlfriend back in the city,” I muttered, turning away to grab something off a shelf.

“No, actually.”

“Really? The cocky, handsome Jin can’t sway them city girls?” I teased.

He shook his head. “Oh, that’s definitely not it. I could have any girl I wanted back there.”

Jin suddenly grabbed my basket away from me, causing me to whirl around. He stepped close, and I backed up until I could go no further, my shoulders pressed against the shelves. “The problem was me. I didn’t want any of them,” he murmured.

My lungs stopped working as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, my eyes growing wide as our breaths intermingled. Jin drew back, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he snorted.

“Fuck off,” I snapped, grabbing my basket back and striding down the aisle away from him.

He followed after me, his windshield-wiper laugh still echoing throughout the store. “Awww, come on, y/n. It was a joke.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.”

“Why not? What, you got a boyfriend that wouldn’t appreciate me flirting with his girl or something?”

His tone was nonchalant, but I sensed some tentativeness in the question. “No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jin looked down at me, his brown eyes bright as he smiled. “Good.”

I scoffed once more and headed over to the cashier, placing my basket down on the checkout belt. Jin placed his behind mine, and when I got out my wallet to pay, he placed a large hand over mine. “I’ll pay for both,” he told the cashier.

I didn’t say anything until we got outside, both of us weighed down with shopping bags. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I scolded.

Jin chuckled. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know.”

I marched up to him. “Just because you’re some big shot doctor now-”

“I’m not a doctor yet, y/n.”

“Whatever. Just because you think you can-”

He cut me off once more by grabbing my bags and loading them in the back of a truck. I stared at the gray vehicle, my mouth dropping open. It was the same truck. The place where I’d lost my virginity all those years ago.

I shook my head, bringing myself back down to reality. “What’re you doing?”

Jin shut the trunk door. “Giving you a ride. Now come on, stubborn, get in.”

I scoffed, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Everything looked the same, but different. Rather than a Spiderman lanyard hanging from the mirror, a few graduation tassels hung there instead. The truck was cleaner than I remember. No fast food cups littered the floor, but a couple half-empty water bottles were in the cup holders.

But it was the smell that got to me. That musk with a hint of spice… exactly like I remember. My body relaxed as Jin started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the same way I’d relax when holding onto his jacket back home.

It didn’t take too long to reach my grandparents’. Jini pulled in the driveway and shut the engine off, but neither of us moved. Jin stared at me, but I didn’t say anything, uncomfortably biting my lip and staring at the dashboard. “Y/n,” he murmured, causing me to look at him. I half-wished I hadn’t. His eyes were filled with that same look he gave me that night we kissed and made love, wide and perfectly brown.

“Why didn’t you come back after that summer?”

There it was. The question I’d been asking myself since I got here. I twisted my hands in my lap nervously. “Because… Because…”

“Tell me,” he said softly.

I pressed my lips together before releasing a loud sigh. “Because I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of you moving on.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling. “Are you serious?”

I slowly nodded.

“Y/n, I couldn’t move on even if I wanted to. I loved you. I still… love you.”

My mouth parted open in surprise at his confession. “You do?”

Jin smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I tried to move on when I realized you weren’t coming back, I really did, but you were always in the back of my mind. Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

I bit my lip, taking only a second to process before I unbuckled my seat belt and launched myself at him. Our lips pressed together, melding into the sweetest kiss I didn’t realize I missed with every fiber of my being. Jin wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, and I threw my arms around his neck, trying in vain to draw him even closer.

We pulled apart, and I smiled as I took in Jin’s blown pupils, his lips reddening from being pressed to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I love you, y/n,” he murmured. “I’ve always loved you.”

My smile grew. “I love you too, Jin.”

We continued kissing for what felt like forever before he pulled back, laughing and saying we needed to get the groceries inside. We unloaded the truck with the biggest grins, holding hands as we walked up to the house.

As I looked at Jin, the sun glinting off his dark locks, his smile lighting up my whole world, I found myself thinking that maybe there was a reason none of my relationships worked out. Maybe there was a reason I hadn’t found any opportunities coming my way after I graduated. And maybe, just maybe, I was exactly where I needed to be.

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[comeback-tomy-home]

The Appointment

pairing: doctor Seokjin x patient reader

genre: smut, PWP, doctor!Jin, medical fetish, medical AU

word count: 6.1k

warnings: this isnt gonna be for everyone! if you like medical fetish stuff then read on :) includes: fingering, cmnf, nipple stimulation, use of sex toys (?), clit clamp, breast exam, squirting (?), slight edging, a dash of angst

You had been putting it off for weeks, convincing yourself alternately that you were too busy for the appointment and that you didn’t really need it anyway -you were pretty healthy, weren’t you? But after a long, boring day at work saw you arrive home to another nagging letter glaring up at you accusingly from the doormat,you resigned yourself to the fact that, sooner or later, you’d have to go to the hospital and have your state-recommended check-up. Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach,you glanced over the letter and sat down at the kitchen table. For some reason, these things always made you nervous; rationally,you knew there was nothing to worry about, that it was a perfectly ordinary procedure that everyone had to endure once they reached a certain age. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that it would somehow be embarrassing, that something would go wrong, that it would hurt...you tapped the number from the letter into your phone keypad and held it to your ear.

After an agonisingly long time (was it a long time? You couldn’t tell; it took all your willpower not to cancel the call as the line rang and rang), a female voice with a soft accent answered. ‘Good afternoon, Parsons Clinic. How can I help?’ You swallowed. ‘Hello?’ ‘H-hi, sorry. I’d like to make an appointment?’ Your voice rose into a high-pitched squeak and you cursed your nerves. It was just a phone call! ‘That’s fine. Surname and date of birth, please?’ You gave your details, hearing the clattering of a keyboard on the other end. You imagined the woman consulting a database of hundreds of patients, clicking through to find your record and scanning your notes, which probably said the medical equivalent of ‘nervous flier’. She had probably had training to deal with problem patients. Your palms started to sweat. ‘Y/N? I’ve got your record here, and I can see it’s your first appointment. We’ll need to make it for ninety minutes. I can offer you an slot…’ She paused, clearly scanning her electronic schedule. ‘Tomorrow at ten AM.’ You dropped the phone. Hastily wiping your hands on your jeans and scrabbling to pick it up again, you heard her say, ‘Hello?’ ‘Sorry, sorry, I’m still here. That’s a bit short-notice…’ ‘The next appointment is in two months’ time, I’m afraid.’ You were silent. Could you wait another two months?  ‘Miss Y/L/N?’ ‘That’s - that’s fine.’ Your voice was shaking and you could feel your pulse racing. ‘Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow morning then.’

You stuttered a hasty ‘thanks’ and cut the call off, then dropped the phone on the table and rested your head in your hands. It was only a routine appointment. It would be fine. Ninety minutes wasn’t that long. After a few deep breaths,you tapped out a message to your boss:

Hi, fyi I won’t be in tomorrow. Got an appointment. Will work from home PM.

Your phone beeped almost straight away - Seth was annoyingly efficient. You worked for a start-up tech business, one of these trendy places that didn’t believe in business attire and gave its employees free smoothies at lunchtime, so you knew that you could easily skive off for the day as long as you kept up with your emails.

Fine by me. See ya Monday, take care x

Inwardly sighing at the over-familiar sign-off, you put the radio on Channel Six and started to get the ingredients ready for dinner, distracting yourself by throwing an onion in the air and catching it again. You had just started experimenting with backspin when your phone buzzed, the vibration amplified by the wooden table - you jumped violently and the onion rolled away under the dresser. 

Your appointment at Parsons Clinic has been confirmed for 10.00 tomorrow with Dr Kim Seokjin.

Shit. There it was. You couldn’t forget about it now. You scooped up the onion, paused for a few deep breaths and started to make dinner, telling yourself that everything would be fine tomorrow. Why shouldn’t it be? The doctor would ask you some questions, poke around a bit, and send you on your way. 

You tried to forget about it for the rest of the evening; after gulping down your dinner, you answered a few emails, then played a couple of levels of Spade Champion when you could no longer focus on work. Your mind kept wandering back into worries about the next morning, even when you curled up on the sofa with a sitcom and over-full glass of wine. Eventually you turned in, having resigned yourself to a night of broken sleep, punctuated by fretful, half-waking dreams about the appointment. Lying in the darkness, you probed your memories for some event which would give you a reason to be quite so nervous, but as far as you could remember, every visit to hospital (few and far between, fortunately), every dentist trip, every visit to the doctor had been utterly mundane. And, you reminded myself for the hundredth time, tomorrow’s appointment would be exactly the same.

The clinic was spacious and spotlessly clean, wedged between a pharmacist on one side and a dry cleaner on the other, the only new building on the bustling, grubby high street; you were half an hour early. After delaying as long as possible at home (loading the dishwasher, making the bed, scrolling through Twitter), you were unable to sit around any longer and had walked the twenty minutes into town, hoping the fresh air would clear your head. Of course, this had been unsuccessful and you felt your pulse accelerate as the glass doors slid open in front of you. You took a deep breath, stepped inside and were immediately blasted by a gust from the air conditioner directly overhead. The reception desk faced the door and you stumbled towards it, noting as you did so that the woman sitting behind it must have been the one you spoke to on the phone; she was sitting down, wearing a headset over her long, curly hair. The sparkling glass tiles behind her made her look like a mermaid, you thought dimly as she smiled at you, still talking to the person at the other end of the line, then returned to tapping at her keyboard. You stood there awkwardly while she ended the call and turned to you.

‘Sorry about that. How can I help?’ ‘I, er…’ you swallowed. You knew you were blushing and prayed she wouldn’t notice. You tried again. ‘I have an appointment. At ten.’ ‘Is it Miss Y/L/N?’  You nodded, unable to say anything else. She smiled at you again and directed you to the hard-looking grey sofa pushed against one wall, clearly meant to look sleek and professional, its matching coffee table scattered with glossy magazines.  ‘Help yourself to water. I’ll let you know when Doctor Kim is ready.’  You sat on the sofa for twenty minutes or so, trying to distract yourself by flicking through the vapid fashion articles. You chanced upon an article about women in tech and quickly became engrossed - so engrossed that you didn’t immediately hear her say your name ten minutes later. ‘Miss Y/N? Doctor Kim will see you now. Exam Room four, please, just down the hall and on the right.’ She pointed to the door to the left of her desk and smiled at you again. ‘Thanks,’ you croaked, your throat dry. You stumbled through the door and down the hall, took a moment to compose yourself a little, and knocked on the second door on the right. There was a pause, then a muffled voice said, ‘Enter.’

Pushing open the door, you slipped inside and glanced around. The room was far larger than you were expecting, roughly square, with a curtain drawn across the middle, and (in your opinion) far too warm. The doctor was sitting behind a desk angled slightly towards the door, scribbling on a notepad. He didn’t look up, but gestured to the chair in front of the desk and said, in a mildly accented voice, ‘Sit down please, Miss Y/L/N.’

The doctor had smooth golden skin and shiny black hair badly in need of a trim, thick eyebrows and a generous mouth - he was strikingly, breathtakingly handsome, and all the breath in your lungs evaporated. Brilliant. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen is my doctor. Just fantastic. He was also quite a lot younger than you had expected. You watched him writing his illegible notes and tried to breathe normally, clenching your fists in your lap. 

He finally looked up at you and said, ‘Sorry about that. Just finishing up some notes. Now, this is your first check-up, isn’t it?’ You nodded shyly.  ‘No need to be nervous, Miss Y/L/N. This is a routine sexual health appointment. First, a few questions.’ He pulled a clipboard towards him. Upside down, you could read your first and last name at the top of the page.  ‘I have some of your details here… Do you smoke?’ You shook your head.  ‘Good. How many units do you drink per week?’ you cleared your throat to buy a couple of seconds, then said quietly, ‘Ten?’ Really, you had no idea. Who really counts these things, anyway? ‘Are you sexually active?’ asked the doctor, his deep brown eyes on the form in front of him. ‘Now and then,’ you joked feebly, but the doctor said nothing and ticked a box on the form. That bombed. Note to self: no more jokes.

Doctor Kim asked you several more questions - whether you were on the pill, whether you used condoms, if you had experienced any problems during sex - and jotted down your answers on the form.  ‘So - your answers give me no cause for concern, but I need to make sure everything is normal with a physical exam.’

As he was saying this, he got up from the chair and drew back the curtain crossing the room. In the middle of the room was something that looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a sun lounger, but clearly very high tech; the chassis was cream-coloured with pale pink padding and concealed, you were sure, some sort of machinery - there was no other reason it would be so self-consciously over-designed. The bed was attached to a large monitor, which was currently blank, along with some wires and other bits of medical equipment you didn’t recognise. A small trolley was slotted squarely underneath the monitor.

‘I’ll ask you to get undressed and lie down on the bed, then I’ll talk you through each step. Nothing to worry about, but do let me know if you need to stop at any point.’  He smiled briefly and continued, ‘Just step behind the curtain so you can get undressed, then. Alright?’

You nodded, dumbstruck. Trying to ignore the trembling in your legs,you walked over to the bed and drew the curtain behind you with a smooth whizzing noise. You undressed as quickly as you could, as if you would lose your nerve otherwise, balled up your clothes and dropped them onto a nearby chair. Thank fuck I shaved yesterday, you thought, then immediately berated yourself for thinking it. He’s a doctor. He doesn’t care if I have hairy legs.

You called, ‘Ready!’, trying to sound confident and unfazed. But you were uncomfortably aware of the fact that you were stark naked and about to let a complete stranger see everything. ‘Lie down on the bed and put your feet in the stirrups, please. Let me know when you’re ready,’ the doctor said from the other side of the curtain.

You awkwardly clambered up onto the bed, which was set at waist-height and very stable - it didn’t shake at all when you shuffled around to position yourself as the doctor had asked. The bed was slightly tilted so that the head was higher than the foot, with padded arm rests and a curved cushion to support the neck of the occupant. It was actually very comfortable. You took a deep breath, noting the trolley of instruments discreetly placed to the side, and told the doctor you were ready to start. 

Doctor Kim drew back the curtain all the way and snapped on a pair of gloves from a box on the trolley, not looking at you as he said, ‘Now, Miss Y/L/N, this is a routine check, so I’ll explain the procedure first and then we’ll get started. Is that alright?’ You nodded, eyes fixed on the ceiling. ‘The first part of the check is on your whole body, so that means I’ll be using a couple of the instruments on this trolley to look at your nervous reaction, your receptiveness, so naturally that means I’ll be focusing more on some areas than others.’ Nervous reaction is right, you thought, your heart hammering. ‘Afterwards, we need to make sure everything is working as it should, so I’ll perform a few simple tests on your genital area. That might mean some internal examination. Does that all sound okay?’ You nodded again, unable to speak.  ‘Just relax, Miss Y/L/N,’ said the doctor with an encouraging nod. Damn it, you thought. Clearly your nerves were showing again.

Doctor Kim stood next to the bed and pulled the trolley closer to him, slinging a stethoscope around his neck. Instantly your whole body stiffened as it struck you that everything was exposed. He would see the scars, the moles - everything! You took another deep, steadying breath. He was a doctor. He had probably seen hundreds of bodies, and after all, it was his job. 

Your skin rose in goosebumps all over, the tiny hairs on your arms lifting and you were very aware of your nipples stiffening a little in response. You were glad the room was heated. He’s a doctor. This is his job. you thought loudly. ‘Ready?’ He asked.  ‘Ready,’ you tried to speak normally but your voice came out as a whisper. Turning to you, Doctor Kim kept his eyes fixed on your face, straight-faced and almost stern. He was extremely professional, and his cool demeanour did help soothe your nerves somewhat. He was an expert, doing the job he had done for countless people before you, having been trained for years and years - you were just another patient in his office. 

‘Right, then - I’ll just check your vital signs. This will be a bit cold...’ He stood over you, and having inserted the stethoscope into his ears he pressed it against different points on your chest, directing you to breathe in...and out, and in...and out again. You couldn’t help but notice your breasts moving slightly with the rhythm of your breathing, and tried to ignore the goosebumps rising on your skin again when the cold metal of the stethoscope touched you. 

‘Very good. No obstructions in your lungs, heart sounds healthy’, he said, putting the stethoscope down on the trolley and fixing a small, blue plastic clip to your finger. ‘That will check your blood oxygen levels, heart rate and blood pressure.’ He was looking at the screen again, reading the apparently comprehensible numbers, pulsing lines and rapidly flickering letters - you sneaked a look at the trolley. A row of shiny steel instruments were laid neatly in a line, along with a box of gloves, a plastic bottle with a pump handle and something sleek and black. You hadn’t the faintest idea what any of them were.

‘Blood oxygen is at 98%, heart rate and blood pressure are slightly up, but that’s to be expected.’ He had turned back to you and you quickly looked up. He had seen you looking at the trolley, and you both knew it - he smiled wryly. ‘So far, so good - next part of the check-up, now. I’ll leave this on for the time being, just to keep an eye…’ He picked up a tool that looked something like a rake, with long, thin tines bent into right angles and finished with rounded tips. ‘This is to check that the nerves in the skin are all working properly. Let me know if it’s painful or uncomfortable.’ You gripped the arm rests involuntarily. Painful?  ‘Try to relax, please. Close your eyes if that helps.’  Forcing yourself to breathe deeply, you unclenched your muscles. You hadn’t even realised you had been so tense. Relax, you told yourself firmly, and closed your eyes. 

Doctor Kim touched the little rake to your forearm, just above your wrist, and moved it slowly up your arm with delicate precision. It tickled, but not in the usual way - you didn’t feel any urge to squeak and squirm - it was like tiny fingertips on your skin. The doctor moved the rake to your other arm and repeated the action, saying,

‘How does that feel?’ he asked, drawing the rake over your chest, above your breasts, and stomach in a well-rehearsed pattern of straight and curved lines. You tried hard not to twitch when the rake was dragged over your thighs.

‘Fine,’ you muttered. It was actually quite tolerable, now that you had (mostly) got over how naked you were; lying there, on the comfortable bed, in a warm, dim room...Why was I so worried? You asked yourself. This isn’t that bad. In fact, you realised with dawning horror, being stroked all over was very nice indeed - so nice that you had started to enjoy it rather more than you should. The doctor repeated the pattern of lines on your body and you fought to keep your face impassive, but couldn’t help the occasional twitch or pause in your deliberately even breathing. Up the inside of your right arm, over the sensitive skin of your wrists, over your shoulder and down your chest, circling your nipple, a row of straight lines over your ribs and stomach, then tracing over your hips and all the way down your thighs. It’s a check-up. I’m in a clinic having a routine medical procedure, you told yourself again. But you wanted him to keep stroking you with the little rake. Your skin seemed to grow more sensitive with the passing moments, and finally you knew you would have to say something to the doctor - but how could you tell him? On the one hand, you wanted him to continue moving the little rake all over you - maybe focusing a little more on the upper thighs, you thought as another shiver raced through you - but on the other, you couldn’t humiliate yourself by getting turned on in front of him.

Your internal struggle seemed to have shown on your face, as Doctor Kim stopped moving the rake and said, his tone neutral: ‘Arousal is normal, Miss Y/N. In fact, it tells me that your nervous reaction for this section of the check-up is healthy, so we can move on to the next part.’ How did he know? You thought desperately, keeping your eyes clamped shut. How did he know I’m turned on? And then you realised that the clip on your finger must have picked up how much faster your heart was beating now and shown up on the screen next to the bed.  ‘I just didn’t…’ you started to say. ‘Not to worry. Now, shall we move on?’ He said briskly, replacing the rake on the trolley with a faint clatter. You nodded silently, wondering how many people had laid on this bed before you, fighting their growing arousal, not sure what to do or say.  ‘Very good,’ he said, ‘The next thing is to check the reaction to stimulation of your erogenous zones.’  My…? Your eyes snapped open. ‘I’ll combine it with a breast exam. Two birds with one stone, see? Do you perform checks on yourself at home?’ You stared at the ceiling and heard yourself saying, as if from a long way away, ‘In the shower, sometimes. Not very often.’ ‘Well, that’s better than nothing. Arms straight above your head, please.’

You were expecting the same rough pulling and squeezing you had had from the practice nurse that time you thought you had a lump; she had kneaded you like wet dough, leaving you sore for days. Doctor Kim, in contrast, was extremely gentle, employing the same practiced delicacy he had used before; he cupped your right breast in one hand, pressing firmly but gently on the soft tissue under the skin. His hands were warm, even through the latex gloves, and you felt your nipples swelling in response as he moved to examine your left side. Your foot twitched slightly as a finger brushed the very tip of one stiff, pink peak.

‘Seems okay…’ he muttered, ‘Nothing to worry about here. I see you’ve started to respond already. You can put your arms back on the rests, now.’ You didn’t say anything. Were you supposed to be aroused? He said it was normal, healthy even… Maybe you were overthinking it. That would be about right; closing your eyes again and settling back on the bed, you decided to stop fighting and just let it happen. The doctor had probably seen it all by now. Still holding your breast, he moved his thumb gently and deliberately over your nipple and you barely stopped myself gasping as a wave of pleasure rushed through you, starting where he had touched you and finishing in the valley between your legs. ‘How does that feel?’ he asked, now rolling it slowly between his fingertips. ‘F-fine,’ you stammered, not opening your eyes. It was more than fine. Being touched there always turned you on, and the familiar warmth was kindling. Let it happen, you reminded yourself.

The doctor moved his hand to your other breast and flicked his thumb over your other nipple in the same firm, practiced motion, over and over again until you couldn’t help but shift a little on the bed, your breathing shallower. You knew you were starting to get wet and pressed your thighs together. Doctor Kim stopped abruptly and said. ‘Your sexual response to this type of stimulation appears to be normal. I need to ensure that your level of arousal doesn’t drop for the remainder of the check-up.’ There was a clatter of something like beads on the trolley and you opened your eyes to see him picking up an object that looked like two pairs of large, rubber-tipped tweezers attached to two ends of a steel chain. ‘Why?’ you said, eyeing the tool nervously. ‘It’s very important that the results of the next tests are accurate. A drop in arousal could mean that I get an incorrect reading from the rate monitor.’ That doesn’t explain much. What is he going to do? ‘I’m going to attach these to your nipples,’ he held the tweezer-like clamps up so you could see them, ‘they’re clamps which are automatically calibrated to stimulate the nipple depending on readings from the rate monitor. Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable.’ What on earth does that mean? you thought, slightly alarmed. Those clamps looked scary. Is it going to hurt?

You tensed up again, gripping the arm rests hard as the doctor stood over you, opening one clamp wide and holding your breast firmly with the other hand. He lowered the clamp onto your nipple so that it was directly between the two rubber-tipped arms, then you felt a sharp, almost painful squeeze which diminished as the doctor adjusted the clamp. ‘How’s that?’ he said, fixing the clamp to your other nipple.  ‘Fine, thanks,’ you almost gasped again at the pressure.  ‘I’m going to turn them on now - ready?’ He pressed a button on the remote control, and instantly the clamps started vibrating slightly, almost imperceptibly, in a slow, regular pulsing pattern. It wasn’t like the cheap vibrators you had used in the past, overpowered and noisy, but low, deep and utterly silent. Your pussy tightened at the now-constant pleasure; you were definitely wet.

‘Feet in the stirrups, please,’ said Doctor Kim, walking to the foot of the bed with the trolley and pressing another button on the remote. You opened your eyes in surprise as in one smooth movement, the stirrups swung away from each other and bent like concertinas, and the bed curved to raise your hips, exposing your pink slit as your legs were spread wide, knees bent. You had to force yourself not to try and press your thighs together to hide how turned on you were, reminding yourself that this was the point of the check-up. Doctor Kim positioned himself between the stirrups, pulling the trolley closer. ‘Good, it looks like your reaction is normal,’ the doctor said, gently pulling back your lips in turn with one fingertip, making you twitch again as the clamps continued to pulse on your nipples. ‘Just a quick external exam now, Miss Y/N…’ 

You felt him place one gloved hand on your mound, fingers spreading your outer lips apart, and start to probe your slit gently with the other. He ran the tip of one finger slowly up the length, starting beneath the slick entrance and finishing just below your clit - you tried not to sigh in frustration. You wanted him to touch you there, to tease and press and flick his fingertip over it, and the clamps on your nipples pulsed more quickly.

‘I’m going to put another clamp over your clitoris,’ he said, and picked something small up from the tray. He held it up - it looked like an overgrown bobby pin. ‘It won’t hurt. It’s simply to optimise sensitivity by trapping blood in the erectile tissue.’

Despite his reassurance, you were fully expecting it to hurt and held your breath. With one hand, he pushed back your lips and with the other, he swiftly opened the clamp and slid it over your clit, releasing it so that your clit was held securely between the arms. It took two seconds. You breathed out in relief; it didn’t hurt at all, just ensured a constant squeezing pressure that wasn’t at all unpleasant. 

‘I’ll leave that on there for the time being, just to make sure your clitoris gets fully erect,’ he said. ‘Your vulva appears to be in perfect shape, but I need to do an internal exam as well. I’m going to put my fingers inside you - is that alright?’ 

Your pussy tightened again at his words and you nodded silently, allowing the rush of anticipation to dissipate. Opening your eyes,you felt calm, your brain somehow tranquilised - you were no longer worrying about what the doctor was doing or what he thought as he pumped something clear and viscous onto his fingers from the bottle on the trolley. Your body didn’t tense up when he spread the cold gel over the lower part of your slit and began to press gently against your opening, slick from arousal and lubricant. The pressure on your clit seemed to increase as the doctor slid what felt like two fingers easily into you, and the vibrations from the clamps came faster and stronger. 

‘Try to breathe normally, Miss Y/L/N,’ Doctor Kim said, looking at you with his dark brown eyes. ‘I’m going to put pressure on your G-spot now. It might feel a little strange.’ You hadn’t realised how uneven your breathing had become and forced yourself to take slow, regular breaths as the doctor pushed his fingers deeper into you. His fingers were strong and well-practised, probing and then curving upwards to press firmly against the upper wall, and you couldn’t help but let out a small groan as he began to rub his fingers rhythmically against it. He was careful not to touch the clamp but you could feel how swollen your clit had become from the pressure inside you and the regular pulsing of the clamps on your nipples, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips in time with the doctor’s fingers. It was a delicious tease, and you wanted him to keep going, to flex his fingers inside you until you couldn’t take it any more.

‘How does that feel? Not uncomfortable?’ You didn’t trust yourself to speak without gasping, so you shook your head and suddenly he withdrew his fingers with a soft sucking noise. Is that the end? You thought desperately, and was surprised to find that you were disappointed. Is he finished? Doctor Kim had his back to you, busy with something on the trolley, and didn’t speak for a few seconds. ‘Is - is there…?’ you stuttered. ‘Not finished yet, I’m afraid. Nearly there, now - just a couple more things before I can let you go. Lift your hips, please.’  You obeyed, waves of goosebumps washing over you as your stomach jolted. What now? The doctor deftly slid a square of fabric underneath you, saying, ‘Just a precaution against the bed getting wet. Your natural lubrication is rather effusive.’ The doctor turned back to the trolley.

Never had any complaints, you thought, but he was right - several of your lovers had commented in the past on how wet you got during sex. One had even made you squirt, and as the memory suddenly flooded your brain, the clamps tightened on your nipples, your clit starting to throb. The increase in stimulation made you draw your breath in sharply and the doctor looked around at you.  ‘Everything alright?’ he asked dispassionately. You grunted a shaky affirmation and the doctor turned back to you, holding what was unmistakably a long, curved, matte black dildo with a complicated-looking port on the other end. Your eyes must have widened in surprise, because he glanced down at it and smiled slightly. ‘It’s an automated speculum. We’ve just started using these in the clinic, and I’m pleased to say that they’re very effective. They measure the contractions of your Kegel muscles by ensuring constant stimulation to the vagina and G spot. It can also be used to take an internal ultrasound and a cell sample,’ he said, clearly proud of his new toy. 

‘So, I just plug it in...here,’ There was a click as the doctor screwed the base into a port on the bed, ‘and then insert this end…relax, please,’ Doctor Kim spread your lips gently, applying a little more gel on the tip of the speculum with the other hand. A quiet whirring sound and a series of ticking noises, then the rounded end of the speculum slid smoothly inside you, making your muscles involuntarily clench around it as you gasped in earnest. It was thicker than you had expected, and your pussy already felt pleasurably stretched after the doctor’s fingers. The doctor fiddled with the remote control, muttering something about automatic calibration, and the speculum shifted inside you, vibrating slightly - a very odd sensation while it was happening, but after a few seconds it stopped moving and you could feel a bump on its surface pressing against your G spot. It felt so good to have the smooth shaft buried deep inside your pussy that you began to shift your hips backwards and forwards a little, hoping the doctor wouldn’t notice as you started to ride it, craving more stimulation.

The doctor did, of course, notice. He chuckled and said, ‘There’s no need for that, Miss Y/L/N. Lie still please - like I said, the speculum is automated.’ As if to prove a point, he pressed a button on the remote and the speculum instantly started sliding deeper inside you, achingly slowly. ‘See?’, he said as it began to pull out again, the bump grinding against your upper wall as it did so. ‘I’m going to take the clamp off now. The final check is on your orgasm - strength, duration, bodily response, et cetera.’ 

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except a quiet groan as the machine continued to pump inside you. You almost felt close already, as if it would take only a few seconds for the doctor to bring you to climax once he started touching your clit. With one swift movement, the doctor released the clamp and the throbbing in your clit lessened to a pulse, thought it felt just as swollen as before. You wanted desperately to come, the clamps on your nipples almost too tight, now sending shocks of pleasure through your body with every slow thrust of the speculum inside you. You felt a trickle of something warm dripping down your slit and onto the fabric covering the bed. 

The doctor said nothing, but with a little more of the lubricant gel on his finger, he tapped your clit lightly, once. Immediately your body twitched and your pussy clenched - the clamp had made it so much more sensitive than you had expected. ‘Very good. Now, I’m going to stimulate your clitoris, but try not to orgasm too quickly. The speculum still needs to collect some data - I’ll tell you when it’s finished.’ You nodded to show you understood, then gripped the arm rests in anticipation. With one finger, the doctor began to stroke your clit slowly, starting just underneath it and moving upwards over the swollen flesh to finish on the very tip, repeating the motion over and over. Your breath was ragged and sharp, stifling little moans of pleasure as the speculum continued to thrust into you. Your mind seemed frozen, all thoughts and feelings gone, focused solely on the ache that was now building deep inside you and the doctor’s fingertip sliding over your clit. 

The speculum started thrusting into you faster, still grinding firmly against your G spot as it pushed deep inside you in time with the doctor’s movements; you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Your head was tilted back, hair hanging over the back of the chair, your mouth open and eyes closed, panting groans issuing uncontrollably from your throat as the machine fucked you. It felt so good to have the speculum stretching your tight hole that you almost forgot the doctor’s instruction not to come too fast, feeling the ache growing in your chest and cunt with the passing moments. You concentrated hard on the sensation of being pounded, goosebumps all over your body and the clamps on your nipples sending shocks through you, trying not to let yourself go yet. You wanted so desperately to come and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer as the doctor’s fingertip circled your clit, making your pussy twitch. 

There was a sudden click and a musical tone, and you looked down towards the doctor standing between your legs - his movements slowed, but did not stop as he glanced up from your slit to the monitor.  ‘It’s finished, Miss Y/L/N - you can come now,’ he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he took in your flushed face.

You let your head fall back onto the padding of the chair and tried to say something, but only a gasping moan came out as the speculum started pounding you, fucking you faster and harder than before, ramming deep inside you. The doctor rubbed your clit firmly, holding back your lips with a hand on your mound and you writhed on the bed, bucking your hips with the motion of the speculum, riding it hard and feeling your orgasm building inside you, your inhibitions gone, shaking and groaning and gasping. Your body tensed, your head lifted off the table and the wave of pure, burning, rushing pleasure suddenly broke over you - you were coming harder than you ever had and cried out uncontrollably, every spasm of your cunt ripping through you as you lost yourself in ecstasy. 

Several minutes later, once you had recovered enough to sit up, shakily drink a cup of water and pull on your clothes,you dazedly sat back in front of the doctor at his desk.

‘So, Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?’ Doctor Kim asked, professional as ever. You had no idea what you said in response, and zoned out so completely that the next thing you remember was your phone beeping in the taxi home (you weren’t up to walking, after the morning you’d had), with a text which read:

Thank you for attending your appointment at Parsons Clinic. We look forward to seeing you next year.

a/n: phew. this is an adaptation of a smut i wrote a couple of years ago for my ex, and i gotta say that jin slotted in nicely as the gorgeous, professional gynecologist of my filthiest dreams. as always, thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is welcomed~

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[ravenswritingroom]

Heyo guys! I got this idea for this great fic from @youarejesting so if you want to send in requests I’ll be posting small fics from your bias’ to you.

1) send in an insecurity you have. Please try to be as specific as you are comfortable.

2) tell me your bias

I did ask @youarejesting for permission to use this idea and they said yes. Definitely also check them out as they are an amazing writer and person

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[droopycoquette]

BTS Headcanons || What you do when your bored

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 560

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Jin

Bake -You guys would look up an easy or hard recipe, depending on how you were feeling, and figure out what ingredients you had and what ingredients you didn't.

- If you didn't have some of the stuff you needed then you would run out to the car and look for the cutest baking shop you could find and stop there to get what you needed.

- Once you entered that small, cute shop you were greeted by several grannies, you both respectively bowed and greeted them formally.

-Jin began to crack some dad jokes while you went to look for the missing ingredients, you could hear the ladies complimenting your boyfriend and laughing loudly at his cringe-worthy jokes.

-Once you had everything, you came up to the counter and one of the old ladies rang it all up. Finally, you got back home and began actually baking. Whether it was a success or a disaster depended.

Yoongi

Making beats

-When you and Yoongi were bored you would play around with a beat pad or make pencil beats.

-Sometimes he would teach you how to play a certain tune on a piano and pair it perfectly with drums or an instrument that you've never heard of.

-The best part was when he would use the beats on actual BTS songs. It made you feel a sense of pride.

Hoseok

Dancing

-It was mostly him teaching you but, every once in a while you would teach him a dance.

-Hoseok really enjoyed doing this because not only did he see you do the thing he loved doing you made it look funny too.

-At night, when you both were lying in your comfy bed after fooling around he would tease you about how silly you looked.

Namjoon

Deep conversations

-You both were intellectuals.

-You loved to talk about serious topics or stupid topics that you both thought too hard on, such as how SpongeBob could actually be real.

-Namjoon loved when the talks turned into heated debates and how you got so passionate about the topic, he would have to remind you that it was just a conversation and he wasn't the enemy.

Jimin

Cuddling

-Jimin is a very hard-working person.

-As a result, after all of that hard work he loved to just cuddle you.

-Maybe even sprinkle in a little bit of Netflix and snacks.

-That would be the perfect way to spend time off, in his opinion.

Taehyung

Sock Sliding

-It would start simply by Taehyung poking you, then you poked him back, then he poked you, then you poked him back.

-It quickly escalated.

-Soon, you both were playing tag, in socks, on a hardware floor. By the time he was back to chasing you, Yeontan was barking happily around you while Taehyung was sneaking up behind you. Yep, life in the Kim house.

Jungkook

Going to small shops

-Going to those hole-in-the-wall shops and restaurants gave you and JK a sense of discovery.

-The feeling of achievement you both felt when you found a shop that sold the perfect coffee or the perfect fashions for half the cost of regular places was indescribable.

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