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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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Zhongli x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; vanilla sex, riding, mirror sex.

Modern AU. Dirty Thoughts Songfic.

Masterlist.

Game; Genshin Impact

Requested by 1800-JJIN on Wattpad

Despite how long it's been, Zhongli clearly still remembers the day they met. And then, there's that day, constantly replaying in his mind like a broken disk.

The day he fell in love with his best friend, (M/n).

It was during middle school, and most of their classmates were making fun of him for having long hair and having an eloquent speech, of course, those kids didn't know what that word was, but Zhongli knew what they were making fun of the way he used big and elegant words whenever he talked. And (M/n), who was walking by with a bunch of girls trailing behind him, heard what was happening.

With a subtle smile, he told the girls that there was something he had to take care of, and he turned around the corner, where a group of five boys were laughing at Zhongli, and calling him slurs like faggot, and homo.

Oh, did (M/n)'s blood boil at the sound of those fuckers calling his best friend that way.

Clearing his throat, the five boys turned around, flinching at the sight of their tallest classmate. (M/n) was one of those kids whose body changed quickly, so he was intimidating to the other boys and attractive to the girls.

With a sickenly sweet smile on his face, (M/n) towered over the group, and with a deep tone of voice, he spoke.

"If I see you near Zhongli again, I'm gonna beat the shit out of all of you," the smile was soon completely wiped off his face, and leaning down to be face-to-face with who was the "leader", " Leave before I lose my patience."

Letting out shrieks mixed with some "threats", the group quickly left and ran. Worried, (M/n) walked up to Zhongli, who had his eyes red from the tears that were still falling down his cheeks. Hugging him tightly, (M/n) played with Zhongli's hair, tilting his head up to dry his face and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Is okay, they're not gonna bother you anymore," holding eye contact with Zhongli's golden eyes, (M/n) had to ignore the rapid pounding of his heart in his chest, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."

Letting out a deep sigh, Zhongli's eyes opened, his heart racing at the memory that seemed like just happened, despite the many years that had passed since then. Reaching a hand up to take his glasses off, Zhongli stared at the almost finished book he was writing.

He saved the document and turned off the laptop, closing it and getting up to take a shower. Now being 28 years old, he wondered how he could still hold feelings for (M/n), he felt pathetic but... it's not like he could get over them. They saw each other every day back then, and now they work together. It was kind of hard to find a lover, especially at his age. He may not be young, but he wasn't that old, yet no one seemed to be interested in a long-term relationship with him.

Already under the warm water, he let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of his shoulders and back muscles relaxing after being sat down for hours.

He glanced down, his black hair falling on either side of his head and he couldn't help but gently hold onto its ends. Zhongli let his hair grow a lot, trimming it only when it was necessary. Thinking about the reason why he let it grow so much makes him flustered, a dark red quickly showing on his face.

"Your hair is beautiful, Zhongli," the sound of (M/n)'s voice made a shiver run down the male's spine, "How are you so pretty?" Zhongli felt his body trembling at the mere memory, it was so vivid that it felt like (M/n) was actually there, talking and complimenting him. "I would love to pull on it," now he was imagining things, remembering every single time (M/n) would hug him or touch him, the gentle grip around his body always made his heart race.

Lowering his hand, Zhongli wrapped his slim fingers around his hardening shaft, slowly stroking it as he imagined it was (M/n)'s hand instead, teasing him as he whispered lewd things in his ear. Reaching behind him, he pressed his fingertips against his twitching entrance, slowly penetrating himself and moaning out (M/n)'s name, he released his dick and held himself up with the wall, the hot water sliding down his body, making his mind race as he fantasized about (M/n)'s body pressed against his back.

Thrusting his fingers deeper and quicker, Zhongli cried out as he came, his lewd noises echoing off the bathroom walls, and as he came down from his high, he wondered.

He wondered if (M/n) has ever masturbated thinking about him. He wondered if what he was doing was wrong. He couldn't help it. Whenever he wasn't writing and/or alone... his mind would just drift away, imagining hundreds of scenarios where he and (M/n) were happily dating, and more times than that, he would fantasize about all the lewd and erotic things he wanted to do with him.

Zhongli knew that was wrong, and at first, he would try to ignore them, erasing them from his mind, but he knew, somewhere there, in the depth of his consciousness, those fantasies were there, ready to come out when he least expected it.

And at some point in his life, he just accepted them, letting himself be driven crazy by everything, his fantasies were so realistic and convincing and because of that, there were times when he wasn't sure what was real anymore. He was truly going crazy, having all these dirty thoughts about his best friend.

He had tried and failed countless times, only for those thoughts to get stuck for longer in his mind, so he doesn't care anymore, he just lets it happen.

"I'm going insane," he muttered to himself before washing up properly as quickly as could, soon heading to bed.

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The next morning, Zhongli felt lazy and didn't want to do anything at all, but as always, (M/n) seemed to know exactly how he was feeling at all times. He came by his suite, and they sat there at the dining table, discussing little bits, ideas, and plots for his nearly finished novel.

After five years of his first book release, Zhongli was still widely known in the world of romance novels, captivating every reader that came across his book, even by accident. And, seemingly being a coincidence, (M/n) ended up being his editor, and he loved that because that meant still being together, even if it was as co-workers or friends.

And right now, staring at him as he read the last few chapters he wrote, Zhongli couldn't help but let his mind drift off to that time they kissed. He was done denying it, he wanted to date (M/n) and have sex with him. He had tried to flirt with him discreetly, and openly, but every advance he did seemed to be a futile attempt.

"This is amazing, Zhongli," hearing his name being called made him snap out of his thoughts, seeing (M/n) showing him a sweet smile, "It really makes me curious about the ending, would she get her feeling reciprocated? Or would she get rejected? I'm looking forward to the end."

Feeling his heart beating faster and his skin covered in goosebumps, Zhongli covered the lower half of his face as he glanced away from the (h/c) haired male.

"T... Thank you," (M/n) kept his eyes on him and chuckled softly, changing from his work attitude to just behaving like friends, talking about whatever interesting thing that happened in the last few days, or talking about the past and those school days that seemed so distant now.

He picked up and put the call on speaker, throwing the towel on the floor as he took the bedding off to wash it.

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Finishing the novel, editing it, and getting it approved for release took a little over a week, and just now, laying in bed with his breath heavy and uneven after masturbating because of a wet dream he had, Zhongli heard his phone going, groaning as he got up from his bed to wash his hands. Holding a hand towel as he walked back into his room, the call cut off before ringing again right after.

"Zhongli, I just got the first copy of your novel, and we have the next couple of weeks off, so why don't you stay over tonight?" (M/n)'s voice echoed off the wall of Zhongli's bedroom, and something about the raspy tone of his morning voice made the long-haired male hold back a moan.

He was so down bad it was pitiful.

"Alright, see you in an hour." (M/n) bit his lip before saying a quick and cheerful 'See you!' as he hung up.

Zhongli left the bedding in the laundry basket and decided to wash it the next day, and he took a shower as quickly as he could, ignoring all those damn thoughts and fantasies that just seemed to keep getting worse and more frequent. And by the time he was done showering, he had already wasted fifty minutes, so getting dressed as quickly as he could, he rushed out of his suite room and called a taxi to take him to (M/n)'s apartment.

On his way there, he realized he forgot to tie his hair, he was wondering why he felt so different, well, at least he took his phone and house keys with him.

Twenty minutes after, he had to text (M/n) to come down to pay the taxi fee because he forgot his wallet. The driver left with a wide smile on his face and then they were left alone to get into the building.

"You took too long in the shower? And you forgot your wallet in your rush to get here quick? God, Zhongli you never change," hearing (M/n) chuckling at him made a dark blush creep up his face, his hair covering his expression as he glanced away.

On their way up to (M/n)'s apartment, they were silent, enjoying each other's company in the wide, spaced elevator. But despite their well-put-together demeanor, both were struggling with their animalistic instincts to jump on each other.

(M/n) was just glad he was wearing an oversized hoodie that covered the bulge that became visible in his sweatpants. Seeing Zhongli with his hair down and in casual clothing made him relive his not-so-holy fantasies about his best friend. And the blush that he was able to see only made everything worse.

He just wanted to pin him against the elevator wall and make him his, but... that would've been a little too much.

So, in the peace and quiet of his apartment, (M/n) and Zhongli had fun watching movies and talking about whatever thing they could come up with. However, at some point, while they were finishing checking Zhongli's novel, they decided to drink up some beer since (M/n) had some cans in his fridge.

And now, with the book closed and on the coffee table, they were feeling a little tipsy from the few cans they drank, their flushed expression and the way they dragged the words slightly was a clear indication of, at least, light intoxication. Regardless of that, they were still pretty much conscious and aware of what they were doing and saying, but their actions were getting a little frisky.

Zhongli was practically clinging onto (M/n)'s arm, and the (h/c) haired male was getting very flirty, enjoying the sight of an embarrassed Zhongli.

He just looked so gorgeous that today, even more than usual, whether that was because of his hair down, the alcohol, or the rare chance of having days off, but (M/n) just knew that he wanted him. He's never wanted Zhongli as badly as he wanted him right now. And he used to be a very horny teenager back then.

"Y'know what? Fuck it," cupping Zhongli's face in his palm, (M/n) leaned in and joined their lips.

Letting out a muffled moan because of the sudden action, Zhongli ended up kissing (M/n) back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as a way to hold him close against him. As their kiss started to get heat and their tongues were touching and rubbing against each other, (M/n) couldn't help but frown at what he was doing, and he slowly broke their kiss.

Zhongli whined at the loss of contact, his golden eyes opening to stare at (M/n), a dazed look caused by the alcohol and arousal was what (M/n) saw. He let out a small sigh, and tried to push Zhongli away from him, quietly muttering, "Sorry, I shouldn't have-."

But with a frown and a groan, Zhongli held tighter onto (M/n), preventing him from backing away and he kissed him again, this time straddling his hips as his hands played with his (h/c) hair. (M/n) was a little hesitant about where he should place his hands, so he ended up gently placing them on top of Zhongli's thighs. Barely pulling away, Zhongli's golden eyes stared into (M/n)'s (e/c) ones with arousal, softly panting.

"I wanna keep going, so don't apologize~" when their lips joined again, (M/n) held tightly onto Zhongli's thighs and he stood up from the couch, making the long-haired male moan and wrap his long, slim legs around his hips.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, then," (M/n) muttered against Zhongli's lips before taking them to his room.

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Keeping his hands tightly pressed against his mouth, Zhongli felt his legs trembling as he felt (M/n)'s fingers stretching his insides, the wet squelching sound that reached his ears made his face flush a dark red, moans being muffled by his hands.

(M/n) was preparing him so gently and carefully that it was kinda frustrating Zhongli, the stimulation making his dick twitch as it leaked pre-cum. Just being touched by (M/n) made him feel like he was in a dream, and seeing as they were gonna have sex... Zhongli was just really impatient.

Gritting his teeth, he reached for (M/n)'s wrist, holding it tight and slowly forcing his fingers out, letting out a low whimper as he felt his long fingers getting out of his stretched entrance. With shaky thighs, Zhongli knelt on the bed, his trembling hands placed themselves on (M/n)'s shoulders, pushing him until he was sitting on the mattress.

Pulling down (M/n)'s underwear just enough for his dick to spring out, Zhongli straddled his hips like he did when they kissed, and swiftly yet precisely, he aligned his wet, stretched entrance with (M/n)'s erected cock.

"I've been waiting... too long for this," lowering his hips, Zhongli gasped out loud as every inch of (M/n)'s cock penetrated him. He stayed still, trying to ignore the quivering of his body.

(M/n) groaned next to his ear at the tight and warm feeling wrapping around his cock, he could barely handle it, his hands reaching to hold tightly onto Zhongli's ass, making the long-haired male whine as he slowly started raising his hips, taking it all almost out before sinking down again, steadily setting a faster rhythm that draws out louder moans and whines from him.

Helping him ride his cock, (M/n)'s eyes momentarily glanced to the side over Zhongli's shoulder, where he could the clear reflection of them in the mirror. He intensely stared at a spot in specific.

That spot showed how greedily Zhongli's stretched hole took him fully inside, and something about that image made him growl, digging his fingers further into the soft yet firm flesh of Zhongli's ass. He couldn't help but thrust up into him, making him gasp out loud, his head tilted back as his golden eyes widen before they rolled into the back of his head.

"Yes~" he whimpered, his nails leaving scratch marks on (M/n)'s shoulders, and the moment he looked down at the (h/c) haired male, he realized his gaze was locked onto something else, something that seemed to have a big portion of his attention. Slightly frowning, Zhongli looked over his shoulder, only to be greeted with a lewd and erotic sight that made him gasp with embarrassment.

(M/n) locked eyes with Zhongli through their reflection, a smirk showing on his face as he inched closer to the male's exposed neck, kissing it gently before dragging his tongue on his skin, causing shivers to run down Zhongli's spine.

"Look how good you take my cock, Zhongli," stopping his thrusts for a moment, (M/n) held Zhongli's cheeks spread apart, showing him how his red tip was barely inside him, "You're taking it all inside you~" with a low tone of voice, (M/n) lowered Zhongli's body slowly, making sure he saw and felt every inch of his cock going in inside of him.

"Fuck~" Zhongli moaned, closing his eyes for a second, feeling (M/n)'s cock throbbing inside him, making his muscle walls clench involuntarily.

Speeding up his thrusts, Zhongli couldn't stop moaning and whining as he watched (M/n)'s cock disappear inside him, crying out his name whenever his prostate was stimulated. Leaving scratches on (M/n)'s shoulders and upper back, Zhongli started moving his hips too, bouncing up and down at the same pace as (M/n)'s thrust.

His flushed cock leaked pre-cum, his long legs tightly wrapping around (M/n), hiding his face on the male's chest as an orgasm hit his body, making his body quiver.

Pulling out, (M/n) manhandled Zhongli's weak body, turning him around and spreading his legs apart, penetrating him again, making sure his glossy golden eyes stayed locked onto their reflection.

"Don't get tired, we're just getting started~"

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The next morning, Zhongli felt his entire body as heavy as a building. He could barely open his eyes to try and figure out where the fuck he was, but when he did, a blush quickly crept up his face. (M/n) was already awake, looking at him with a soft look in his eyes, his hands slowly going up and gently brushing his loose hair away from his face.

"Hello, sunshine, did you sleep well?" Feeling flustered, Zhongli glanced away, making (M/n) chuckle. "I'm sorry if I was too... rough last night," he felt how (M/n)'s hand slid down from his hair, all the way down his hips, caressing it sweetly with his thumb. "I'm taking care of you today so, what do you want for...?"

Taking a small pause to glance at the digital clock on his nightstand, (M/n) realized how late it was.

"Lunch, it's past twelve." He chuckled as he glanced back at Zhongli.

Something in the way his (e/c) eyes seemed to be shining while looking at him, made Zhongli feel a little shy and embarrassed, opting for simply hugging the male tightly, preventing him from seeing his flushed face.

(M/n)'s arms wrapped around him, his fingertips gracing the skin of his back, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.

"Well, we can stay in bed for a while longer, I suppose."

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kth1 · 2 years

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Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

It’s taken you and Jin only a couple of hours by car from your cozy apartment in the country's capital, Seoul, to the luxurious cabin estate known as Pinehurst Cabins near the Taebaek Mountains. An annual winter vacation spot, flooded with many years of memories with drunken laughs and competitive games shared among the tightly-knitted group you’ve grown to learn and love. The vast majority of the group comprises at least fourteen people, some years there were more and some very few less.

Not once has the main group, consisting of seven rambunctious men of all sorts of personalities, miss their chance of a getaway. Especially when the holiday serves as a time to relax, catch up, and create new precious times among another.

You, the gal who’s been beside Jin for just shy of nine years, has joined the routined trip. Making your place amidst the casuals of the squad. You’re a seasoned veteran at the cabins, longest woman survivor as well. But it is all thanks to your loving boyfriend who’s given you the blessing opportunities of being a part of his life and shared friends.

Perhaps that’s why you’re so eager upon arrival at the snowy mountain retreat; the anticipation of needing this time away from the real world and in the company of a group of warm hearted friends is the exact medicine you crave.

Jin’s begging for you to play some of his favorite upbeat songs as he drives his gray jeep Cherokee up the steep, snow-covered roads, fades from your ears as you zone out at the scenery around you.

The light from the sky shines brighter off the fresh white snow. Blanketed tree tops and fences call your attention, hidden colors of green and beiges stick out from underneath the quilted coldness. Calm and clear skies have no trace of any clouds, just blue and soft light from the sun.

“Honey,” Jin chimes louder, refusing to remove his hand from the wheel to tap your leg. “Are you listening?”

You hum, blinking around before turning your head to acknowledge your boyfriend.

“What’s up?”

A soft pout forms on his lips as his eyes remain trained on the road ahead, “I was asking you if you can put on ‘Jjin-iya’ for me.”

“Jin, we’ve already listened to that song three times!”

He begins to laugh with a shake of his head to adjust his fringe, “and you’re going to hear that song at least five more times this trip. You know it’s a great song and I listen to it every time I shower!”

You chuckle back, “Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m positive our neighbors even know the song by now.”

“They have wonderful taste!”

The small crossover SUV slowly rolls up to its last bit of land, edging itself to a respective parking spot in one of the two lots provided at this estate. Two gorgeous log cabins rest nearby, one quite larger, for more group activities, and the smaller one seated next to it. The land stretches far beyond the towering trees, a nearby crystalline waterfall is only a trail-walk away and the higher you walk up the mountain, the more options you have of pivoting your skis or sled and slide down the snow.

Snow crunches under your boot as you descend down from the car, taking in your first deep breath of chilled mountain air and stretching your body from its cooped up position from the car. It’s customary, more of a role provided by Jin, to bring the majority of groceries and deliver them to the main cabin (which in fact is considered a lodge by the size of it).

It’s honestly a beauty. Great for a large family and customized with three levels integrating multiple rooms. The main floor consists of the kitchen and dining, a great room, foyer, and one master suite. The large deck wraps arounds the back to the left side while the covered front porch calls welcome to you as you step up with arms full of food containers and Jin towing away a wheeled cooler.

You recall the second floor having an open loft right as you step up from the stairs, the remaining three bedrooms (one being another master suite) reside up there. The large gaming room is found in the basement, leveled with the slope of the outside to where you can easily bring the fun and games to the snow. Most nights into the early mornings, after hours of drinking, does the group tend to huddle and spend the majority of their time there.

There’s been countless times where you’ve woken up finding out that the competitive nature of a few of the men got the best of them and they’ve lost count on what round they are on in a game. Losing sleep over the sweet, savory victory among another will be something you will never fully understand – but whatever makes them happy is all that matters to you.

“Namjoon?” You call out the second you step foot through the door and hold it open for Jin, “We’re here!”

There is brief silence in the lodge as you shuffle your snow boots across the boot-tray. A few sets of shoes lay inside it, indicating that some of the pairs have arrived inside of this house (if Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s cars outside didn't notify you of that already).

You and Jin already make a direct path to the kitchen, plopping down the bags on the extended bar and heaving the cooler to the center of the room. The two of you are quick with filling up the empty cabinets and fridge, in sync with another after years of doing the same act.

Just as you begin to wonder where Namjoon and his loving partner Rose could be hiding, you hear soft footsteps coming from downstairs. You turn the corner out of the kitchen to enthusiastically greet the first person you see, which happens to be the one and only – and to your surprise – Min Yoongi. You give him no moments notice before your arms come around his body, squealing his name and shocking the man out of his somber state.

“Aish! Y/n!” his eyes peel open. Yoongi returns the hug fast, patting your back before asking, “How’ve you been?

You ruffle up his sweater with excitement before pulling away, tossing a call to Jin over your shoulder before looking back to the jet black haired man in front of you. He looks paler than usual, dark circles formed under each of his eyes.

“I’ve been great! How are you? You look a bit down, is everything alright?” You give him a concerned look, eyes scanning over his slacken posture.

Jin steps out from the kitchen to give Yoongi the same treatment, a warm hug and excited laughter soon to follow. “Yoongi, bro! How are you doing my friend?”

“A bit of a head cold,” he admits. “Haven’t slept well for the past three nights and been overworked. I’m sure this trip will fix it right up.”

Jin is already wrapping his arm around the smaller man and ushering him to the growing display of foods that litter the kitchen, slowly taking over the room with his own touch. “We’ll get that cold fixed up with some nice whiskey. Y/n bought two fifths of Corryvreckan just for this occasion. Anyone want a round of shots?”

Both you and Yoongi laugh at the energetic party vibes Jin displays, knowing he is only half kidding about the proposal of alcohol this early into the night.

“I think I have some head medicine in my purse,” you offer as you look down the stairs to the basement. “Namjoon and the others downstairs?”

“The whiskey will do nicely,” you hear the clink of two shot glasses before catching the sight of both Jin and Yoongi tilting their heads back. With the burn running down his throat he nods at you and gives you a pensive gaze, “I appreciate it, Y/n. Thank you. And yes, they’re all downstairs trying to fix the furnace. Which is why I originally came up here…” Yoongi quickly looks around the kitchen drawers, “Namjoon said there might be a screwdriver up here somewhere.”

“Isn’t there a storage-craft space downstairs?” Jin questions as he returns to placing frozen groceries in the freezer. “Wouldn’t it be in there?”

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded with himself and Namjoon, the half-owner of the cabins. “Listen, I told you that I haven’t gotten much sleep lately, right?”

Both you and your boyfriend smirk at each other, tsk-ing at Yoongi although forgiving him at the same time.

“Don’t sweat it,” you smile sweetly. You wave him back over to head down the stairs, calling back to Jin, “I’ll be right back. I just want to say hello to everyone and then help you with the rest of the food and luggage from the car!”

You hear the sounds of the television blasting from the basement, a handful of the group all playing – what seems to be – Mario Kart. A true game that really can end friendships if played too competitively, and in this case, you fear the competitive nature of at least three of the ones sitting on the long sectional couch as you descend down the staircase to the room. It warms your heart seeing everyone so comfortable and content with another. Some of the group enjoy light mingling and bonding activities while others go off to do their own individual things.

Over the course of the days spent at the fabulous mountainous cabins, you’ve taken part in pastimes such as snowshoeing, sledding, and even building a sculptured snowman with Jimin and his new friend, Naia. You’ve gone head to head with your own significant other in a heated game of table tennis, the loser had to prepare the night's entire dinner.

Sadly, that ended up being you who has suffered the cost. However, Jin doesn’t allow you to struggle for too long. He can’t handle knowing you had to prepare such a large meal all on your own. But he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to let you know who the number one winner is as he cackled throughout the cabins.

“Stop making a mess where I just cleaned,” you laugh as you throw a dirty towel at the back of Jin the second he places a new plate down on the counter. He’s preparing side ingredients for the large bowl of bibim naengmyeon, chopping away and leaving random pieces around as he diligently works his magic.

“But everyone’s been waiting for hours,” he whines with a pout. “I’ll clean it right up, I promise!”

“Jin,” you drawl, sighing the second another piece of food lands on the floor.

The two of you bend down hastily to grab the fallen food, accidentally knocking heads in the movement. A dull pain lingers on your forehead, rubbing at it with your palm when you wince away.

“Ah, hon! I’m sorry,” Jin’s hands shoot out to grab you to inspect your wounded head. Without hesitation his plump lips peck over the sore area, lightly running his thumb over it to make sure it doesn’t form a bump. “Are you alright?,” he questions with a soft voice.

You stare at him with displeasure, huffing when you keep your lips in a firm line, “The mess, Jin!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will get it in a second,” he laughs. “Is your head good?”

You can’t help but melt at his concerns, humming as you assure your man that you’ll live with minimal damage. Jin gives you a soft smile, patting your head lightly before pinching your cheek between two fingers.

“I’ll give you more eggs than anyone else! Why don’t you help finish setting up the table with drinks and utensils while I put the rest of this together?”

“Would you like me to take out the whiskey again?” You give him a knowing look with a smug smile, “Seems like it would be a good choice with naengmyeon.”

“I would love that!” Jin exclaims with a wink. He gives you a quick chaste kiss to your lips before turning back to the counter, but not before his hand makes soft contact with your butt – giving you a sense of encouragement.

You can tell how fulfilled your friends are when scarfing down their portion, or two, of dinner. Slurping and munching loud to express their eager happiness. It warms your heart with how satisfied they all are, how they get along in one way or another, and continue to make so many bonding memories together. For the vast majority of all of them, their friendships are unbreakable!

Taehyung and his significant other, Maggie, offer to help with clean-up duty, seeing as the two cooks (you and Jin), deserve to take a load off from all your hard work. Jungkook and his beautiful dope of a dog are play-fighting on the ground with a squeaky toy as you watch the entire other side of the table participate in a drinking game – slowly eyeing the way that expensive whiskey starts disintegrating from its bottle.

“Would you like some?” you hear a low whisper from your left. Yoongi, who has a small glazed over look to his eyes, shifts a shot glass down the table in front of you.

The loud giggles between Namjoon and Jin distract you momentarily, making you glance over to pick up on the conversation they are having. Yoongi nudges you with his elbow, clearing his throat to regain your attention.

“Y/n, I swear. Just take the shot. The point of these trips is to let loose and have fun. Stop worrying and being cautious. We all have each other. Plus if you don’t drink it, I'll just pour more shots until you have a full line of them ready.”

Yoongi’s gruffness makes you laugh, seeing how he’s edging himself closer to his tipsy mood. But before you could politely decline the offer, Yoongi is already standing up to gather himself the proper materials for more shots.

“Wait, no!” You call out to him, shaking your head frantically and gripping your fingers around the glass in front of you. “I’ll drink it! Don’t grab more!”

To prove your point to him, you tip your head back with the glass raised to your lips. The burn stings only momentarily as the dark liquid slides down your throat into your esophagus. You match the satisfying smile Yoongi gives you with one of your own.

“Ay! That’s the Y/n I know! But I'm still going to grab more because we’re all taking one together. So prepare for round two,” he laughs with crinkles in his eyes.

“That man is devious,” you tell yourself.

Glass by glass, Yoongi places a straight row of shooters on the table. Whiskey pours out of the rim of the bottle, filling each borrelglas to the brim with the assistance of Dia – Yoongi’s partner in crime. The same girl you have known for almost as long as Jin. Peculiar and precise. She’ll easily become your best friend or worst enemy (in a friendly manner of course) depending on the subject of interest. Just like her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Jimin is the first one to reach out and grab two glasses, handing one over to his lady before interlacing another's arms together in a cross-cup toast. It’s adorable how locked in with their honeymoon phase and sickeningly sweet whenever Jimin’s public displays of affection get too rowdy for their own good.

“I’d like to propose a proposition!” Yoongi shouts with his glass held high. He squints while surveilling the crowd around him. Both Naia and Jimin freeze just as their lips touch their glasses. Jungkook is pulling his lucky lady, Jords, closer to him by her wrist while Rosie and Namjoon side-eye another with suspicion.

You raise your eyebrows with concern as you look at Yoongi while you see Hoseok and his partner, Kat, already slipping out of the side door before the argument is presented.

“It’s every man for themselves!” Yoongi shouts in a cheer. In an instant, the house shouts with either approbation or groans. Some newcomers have absolutely no idea what is happening while the excitement bubbles with the rest of them.

Each person eventually takes their shot; down the hatch it goes. Among clinking your glass back to the table you dart your eyes directly to Jin who already has his hands out in submission.

“I know, I know!” He quips up with a higher pitch voice.

“I still remember what happened last year! Don’t you pull that stunt again!” You warn him with a mischievous grin. You’re not angry at the man, only showing more of a fun-loving attitude with a bit of spice. Practically telling him not to pretend you two form an “alliance” only to knock you out with a snowball to the back of your head to win the game after you finished off the third to last person standing.

You still have nightmares of that snowball fight.

“Everyone has 10 minutes to put on their gear and prepare outside!” You hear Yoongi speak as he begins moving his way up the stairs.

Each person scatters frantically, the ones who sleep in the other cabin nearly trip over another to rush out the doors to the deck. Taehyung and Maggie bicker briefly over the dishes, trying to figure out the proper time to conduct the chore while the urgency of the death-match is present.

You hear Maggie mutter something about Yeontan as well, but Taehyung is already rushing up the stairs after Yoongi in a fit of giggles to even care. You follow her, patting her back as both you and Jin leisurely follow suit.

“The dishes can wait,” you chuckle. You lean in closer to her ear, smiling as you look back at Jin. “If you want him out early, trick him. He’s definitely a competitive one, but he’s got a soft heart. Use it against him!”

“That’s just cruel,” Jin speaks from behind you, having heard your words.

You whip your head around fast the second you reach the top of the stairs, stopping Jin mid-step. “You are one to talk!” you accuse with a pointed finger, his words provoking you instantly. “I’m going to get you back!” You alert him with confidence.

Jin shakes his head with a smile, raising his voice just as you do. He’s only doing it to get a fiery reaction out of you, making the two of you laugh at the act. Once he steps to you, he’s already ushering you with his lead into your respective shared room with laughter.

You peer down through your window shades to the backyard, noticing the first few bodies collecting themselves in the field. It is difficult to tell who is who at the moment given the darkness of the night and the yard only being lit out by the overhead moon and the outside porch lighting.

“We need to hurry up!” you say as you're slipping on your second sweater over your head. “They’re already prepping!”

Jin tosses you a smile over his shoulder as he begins exiting the room, “I’m already ready!”

You chase after him as you struggle to put on your last sock, hopping your way over to the stairs before flying down them. You shove on your thick boots fast, securing the straps tightly around to prevent any fallen snow powder from falling inside.

You stagger outside the sidedoor, stepping hastily into the deck and gripping the first clump of snow in your gloved hands. Packing the material tight in your palm, you create your first snowball of the night.

Scanning over the expanse of the yard, you notice the spaced out heads creeping deeper into the field. Everyone eventually finds their own shelter and space to prepare for the onslaught of the night.

Besides you, who stands rather confidently and out in plain sight as you attempt to measure the footprints in the snow. Like tracking a lonely prey in the dark, you are trying to figure out which direction your lovely boyfriend has run off towards.

“One minute left!”

You hear the shout of one of the men in the distance that alerts you of the time. It makes you react quickly, shooting for a straight line toward the other cabin only a few yards away and taking your own path into the trees behind the building. The deeper you go, the less footprints you see.

Which is good and bad for you.

You drop yourself down in a squat, clumping snow together into a palm-sized ball that you store into the side pockets of your jacket. You can fit two in each and one snowball in each hand, giving you six snowbullets to work with.

Again, you hear another alert. This time indicating the game is officially started and you must find your leverage. You peek around the tree, squinting your eyes around the corners of the cabin and watch for any movement.

In the dim light you can see a body moving along the edge of the wall, their jacket matching the snow so well that if they lay flat against the ground they could blend right in. Their long hair pulled back into a ponytail gives them away when their hood falls off their head.

It most definitely is Kat.

You watch her pathing, admiring the stealth technique she uses. Once her body disappears from sight, you wait approximately 10 seconds before copying her footsteps along the same track. In a way, you are covering up your own trail by using others.

Working in the shadows is the best decision you assume, so you maintain your drive. You have no desire to be the overall winner or take out the most people. The only thing you want is to sneak attack Jin and get him back for last year's scrimmage.

But you hope nobody else doesn’t get to him before you.

You notice Dia walking back to the large cabin, arms crossed over her front as her knees hoist high to accommodate the piled up snow. Based on the way she seems, you deem that she is already out of the game and she’s going back inside to get warm. Far out to the right of you, you hear the shrieks of others. You cannot recognize if any of them are from Jin, but you do see Bam running after somebody at high speed before tackling them down.

Stepping further into the snow covered grassland, a small chirping noise makes you freeze. You turn your head toward the call, waiting for the noise to happen again. Once you hear the distinctive whistle again, you prepare your arm for the first throw.

“Pst, Y/n…” The deep voice sounds more like a murmur, “up here!”

You find yourself staring at an evergreen tree under a full sheet of white snow. One branch begins to move slowly, directing your attention toward it. Slowly you creep your way closer, making your way under the canopy it provides.

“Tae?” You question the second you notice a pair of legs hanging off a branch five feet above you. “What are you doing up there?”

You begin to ready your throw until Taehyung shoots out a hand, gesturing you to halt your action. His face tells you he is in the defense, not trying to start a fight.

“I’m hiding,” he laughs lightly. “Not really trying to go all in. I’m playing it safe.”

Jumping assumptions, you tilt your head as you question him, “Hiding from Maggie?”

“Actually… not really,” he huffs. He looks off through the branches, trying to scope out the main field of play. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of Namjoon more than anyone.”

You begin to step away the second you hear noise closer than before. Both Taehyung and you become dead silent. Ducking your head, you look from below the limbs of the tree for any movement but fail to see anything.

“Looking for Jin?” Taehyung mutters.

Glancing back up to him, you notice the way his arm is outstretched with his finger pointed. His eyes continue to peek through the tree, set on something you cannot see.

“He’s currently lurking around the fencing by the bigger cabin. I can see his green hat from here.”

You pivot in place, not giving it any second thoughts before going back into the field of war. Your mind is so dedicated to getting your revenge that you almost forget to thank Taehyung for not tagging you out and ruining your plans.

Unaware of who all has been knocked out and who all is still currently in the game, you take your leisurely time walking around as silent as possible against all trees and housings. Quickly stepping closer to the larger cabin and hopefully finding Jin near the same area that Taehyung previously mentioned.

You’ve made it as far as the lonely shed right besides the larger establishment where you need to sit for a minute and take a breather. The heavy clothing certainly keeps you as warm as possible, but it weighs you down drastically. It is a whole work out just walking in shin-high snow.

You yank your scarf higher up your neck, tucking the loose frayed pieces into your jacket and cozying yourself against a small corner besides a secondary storage unit and the back of the shed. You watch the puff of air form a cloud out of your mouth the moment you sigh, finding it entertaining as you sit back.

The sound of crunching footsteps drawing near the side of you alerts your senses. You grip a snowball in each hand, holding yourself impossibly closer as you risk any movement. Fearing the moment you go to kneel or stand that you will end up being too loud. With patience, you listen hard at the approaching steps.

They must be coming from the right, giving you the slight advantage of being hidden around the corner of the storage space. It eases you momentarily, although the proximity closing in riles your anxiety up. You got lucky with Taehyung’s niceness, you can’t assume everyone else will pass up on the opportunity.

You’re literally a sitting duck.

It all happens in a blur. To your surprise, you see Rosie stumbling over herself in a frantic state. Nearly faceplanting herself into the snow as she rounds the corner and is completely oblivious to your whereabouts. She’s trying to escape the presence of another.

She huffs and puffs, turning around fast to haul a snowball directly behind at her assailant. Rosie falls with her throw, landing straight on her bottom as she stares with horror inflicted eyes. Seconds pass as you see a snowball land right on her in full force, nailing her arms as she raises them to guard herself.

You remain preserved against the building, not moving a single muscle until you see a green hat come into your view. Jin walks brisky over to Rosie with a smile and hands out, ready to help her up from the ground. Completely walking right past you and not seeing you in the small corner you’re cooped up in.

Your breath halts, heart beating firmly with excitement as you impulsively dart your body forward and chuck both snowballs at Jin. Hoping that either of them will smack right into him.

And they do.

Jin and Rosie both turn in bewilderment, eyes wide and confused. You lay there, arms forward from your throw and stomach on the ground with a wicked smile on your face as you smile up at Jin.

“I got you back!” you begin to laugh, closing your eyes to relish in the moment.

Roise is the first to join you in your tittering, and shortly after, Jin as well.

“I didn’t see you there!” Rosie points after getting up, “have you been here the whole time?”

Jin plops himself on you, trying to attack you for getting him out of the game but also giving you a tight hug.

“I haven’t! I literally just came here, sat down, and next thing I know the two of you showed up!”

You play-fight back with Jin, mushing snow into his face as he tries burying it in the crook of your neck. The two of you giggle, yelling at another for the attempts of tickling.

“Where were you!” Jin smiles after pinning your arms down with both his knees, his body on top of you. “You know I've been searching for you the entire time.”

“Oh you know, here and there. Trying to stay clear from everyone and looking for you!”

Rosie begins to step aside, aiming to head back into the house, but quickly jumps back behind the shed. She whispers quickly, notifying both Jin and you of another person coming toward the group.

“Y/n! You’re still playing! Yoongi’s coming!”

From the corner you see a suit all in black arrive on the scene. Instantly, a snowball pegs Rosie where she stands, her displeasure in her words telling Yoongi she is already out is very evident. She points over at Jin, blaming the culprit for her defeat. When Yoongi turns his head to see the position both you and Jin are in, he cannot help but let out a loud chuckle.

“What’s going on here?” He gestures with his covered hand.

Jin sits lightly on your chest, knees still holding down your arms as you kick with your legs behind him. You wiggle your best, trying to escape the trap you’re in.

“Well you see,” Jin begins with a cheery voice, “I had gotten Rosie out, and this little sneaky she-devil was hiding behind this shed. Nailing me with both her snowballs at once the second she saw me.”

You tilt your head to view Yoongi, nose and cheeks kissed with the coldness of the night. You narrow your eyes at the man who wiggles his brow at you, a creeping smirk growing on his face.

“Yoongi,” you warn, “remember who brought you the whiskey.”

He steps closer to both you and Jin, crouching down next to you with a curious tilt to his head. His bottom lip juts out as he ponders the situation, scanning your face.

“I want to win.”

His voice comes clear as a whistle, tone completely monochromic with nothing but seriousness. Above your head he holds a snowball, dangling it in front of your face as he laughs at your struggles. You tut and bark your fury at both him and Jin, demanding to be let go and given the chance to run away. But sadly, you are not obeyed.

Gravity allows the clump of snow to drop from Yoongi’s palm straight onto your forehead. Tagging you out and reigning Yoongi as victorious in this unfair mini-battle. He begins counting on his fingers all the people he has tagged and seen leave the premises.

“There’s still a few lone wolves out there,” he turns back the way he came and begins stepping away. “Wish me luck!”

You grumble in submission, begging Jin to get off your body and allowing you to stand back up. He helps dust off the pieces of snow that have gotten stuck to your jacket, smiling to himself as he wipes away the pieces that have fallen into your hairline.

“You’re so mean,” you pout. Turning on your heels, you go to follow Rosie back towards the large cabin before Jin’s hands grab you.

“But you got me, hon! How does that make me the mean one here?”

His gleeful smile is infectious, making you smile like a complete duffus back at him. He shimmies himself in place, an attempt to make you feel better.

It works, but only slightly.

“How about I take you back inside. Get you warmed up with a nice hot bath. How does that sound?”

It’s cold outside but even colder inside as piece by piece you strip yourself of each layer of clothes. The warmth they hold against your body dissipates fast into the air. The running faucet of the bath cuts abruptly, turning your head to notice Jin finishing off the last bits of the tub with extra epsom salts. Small candles are lit on the one corner, flickering in the air as Jin moves skillfully around.

Jin does have a knack for making things seem more than ordinary.

His pants remain on, for now, but everything else is bare. His back is so inviting with the way his muscles flex over his bones. The moment he stands up straight from his hunched position your arms slink around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind and pushing up your nude body against him. You leave a soft, tender kiss to his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” you whisper. For no reason other than to tell him your feelings. Sometimes in the most random moments of the day you just want to express your adoration.

His hands rub over your arms, loosening up your grip and twisting in your hold. As Jin faces you he’s already scooping up your chin with his fingers and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“You’re cute,” he grins.

Jin’s eyes never leave yours, even with the temptation of staring down at your body from his height. He is solely focusing on the way you glow with mirth.

“Let’s get in,” you mutter as your hands find their way to his waistband, ready to tug the leftover clothes down his body. “I bet it’s nice and warm. I love the added touch with the bubbles and candles.”

“You go ahead, I want to grab us a drink first.” Jin spins you around, walking you to the side of the bath and leading you with his hand. One foot at a time, you step in slowly. The tingly sensation of heat nips at your frigid skin, instantly warming you up. He waits until you’re fully seated, submerged to the tops of your clavicle before heading downstairs.

“I want to get the good wine,” he mentions as he heads out the door. “You can turn on the jet system if you want, just watch out for the bubbles!”

You sigh deeply as you recline back onto the porcelain tub, running your hands over the goosebumps that have risen across your skin. It feels comfortable and much needed. The water is doing exactly what it needs to do to keep you nice and warm.

The second you feel like you’re drifting away, even tilting your head back around the edge of the tub, you hear Jin coming back into the room. He steps around the area, two small tumblers in his hand along with a freshly popped wine bottle in the other.

Your eyes watch the fabric of his bottoms drop to the tilted floor below, admiring the expanse of your boyfriend’s lengthy legs. Jin swiftly pours each of your glasses before entering the bath with you, stepping beside you and nudging your body over with his foot.

Being with the man for over nine years makes life so much easier. There’s no more awkward first interactions, no risky or scary moments where you feel embarrassed or shy. It’s ultimately and domestically comfortable for you. You don’t even bother having to sneak a peak over at his hanging ball sack, he purposely exposes it openly for you to view.

“How does it feel?” He questions as he takes a seat beside you, handing you your glass. “Will you let me sit behind you?”

You take the wine glass with mirth, excited to sip leisurely at the darken liquid poured from the bottle. Jin drags you back by your shoulder after submerging himself, pulling you right against his chest so that you can lean back and enjoy the relaxing position.

“I’m so happy you managed to snag one of the master bedrooms, mainly because of the bathroom,” you laugh as you tilt your head back for a swig.

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he responds, humming a sigh as he sneaks his arms around your front and casually teases the round of your tit. His fingertips ghost over your nipple, blaming the bubbles obstructing his perfect view.

The mixture of alcohol plus the heavenly heat of the water feels as if you are in complete serenity, floating away into the ultimate comfort zone. Carelessly, you draw lines up his thigh with your one hand as the other keeps your glass above water.

“I love you,” you repeat again. This time it earns a chuckle behind you, the water rippling as his shoulders shake. You turn around to look at him with a frown, saying an elongated “hey!”

Jin is quick to place a kiss to the side of your face, peppering them the longer you scowl at him for the rude response to your confession. When he sees you not cracking your act, he softens up a bit.

He places his glass on the side of the tub before enveloping you completely with his arms, squeezing you tight against him and molding his face against yours. Slowly, he sways the two of you with the water. It eventually earns a creeping smile from your lips.

“I love you too, honey. Don’t be upset with me when I find it funny that you casually blurt it out. It’s funny in a ‘cute’ kind of way,” he admits.

“You keep calling me cute,” you huff. “I am more than that, I’ll have you know!”

Your boyfriend uses his palms to rub over your arms, compressing the muscles under his fingers as he lightly massages you.

“I know you are!” he whines back, a teasing tone laced in his voice. “You’re beautiful and smart. Sometimes even a little rambunctious when you need to be.”

Jin’s lips meet the shell of your ear, the smile he wears is evident in his words he speaks. He gently nips at your lobe, sprinkling his luscious lips over the skin across your neck.

Goosebumps rise and fall across your body again. The sensation is so intimate it makes you feel vulnerable under his ministrations. Even a small moan escapes your mouth as you lean into him.

“We just got in the bath,” you warn – regretting the second you even say it.

Jin takes it as he needs to stop his actions, so he pulls away. He contently sighs, admitting that you are absolutely correct and that the two of you should enjoy the water while the heat lasts.

“Can I at least massage you a little bit?”

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” you tut back, laughing the second he begins to smile.

You nod, leaning off of him to sit up. Reaching back, you tap on your trapezius (right above your shoulder) to urge him to place his skillful hands there. Jin commits to the request, arching both thumbs into your back as the rest of his fingers hook around to anchor himself.

Steadily, he rubs circles into your back. Pushing firmly against the muscles that lie underneath. Very small knots can be found in the right areas, he just needs to experiment a bit more to find them all.

Together, the two of you sit there in perfect harmony. The longer his fingers press into your back the further your head begins to swim. With the way your body continues to stay warm, rising the temperatures around you – you don’t even question the way you fall head over heels for the man right behind you.

You bite back the want to tell him that you love him, knowing how it probably will end if you do. So instead you turn in your spot abruptly, disturbing his course of actions with a request.

“Can I suck you off? You’ve been so good to me,” you stare at him with not a single care or fear of judgment.

Your boyfriend is minorly caught off guard from the way you so nonchalantly ask him that he nearly chokes on his own spit. However, he doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches under water from the sound of promising pleasure.

The thought process is very simpleminded of him, quickly shaking his head in approval.

“Let’s get out of the bath,” he beckons you with both hands.

You giggle at his eagerness, grabbing a washcloth off to the side and quickly running it over the parts of your body that needs scrubbing.

“You go first,” you smile at him.

From your spot you watch the way he shakes a towel around his body to soak up the water droplets. He’s dipping his hands in the bathwater quickly before running them throughout his hair. Jin’s eyes look at you with caution, curious why you refuse to move as fast as he is.

“I’ll be right there! I promise. Just give me 5 minutes and wait for me on the bed.”

His fingers tap under your chin quickly as he agrees. You can see his cock already hardening as his mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Hurry,” he beckons as he stands up.

After Jin pads his way out of the bathroom, leaning over the tub to make sure he’s out of view completely, you unlock the drainage system for the tub. Rushing out of the pool of water, you’re careful to not slip on the tile below you as you scurry around the bathroom. You close the door momentarily, only to get to the small closet located right beside it.

You secretly have stashed something for Jin in here on the first day you arrived. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to use the item.

Tonight is that exact opportunity you need.

“Hon?” you hear the muffled voice of Jin through the otherside of the door.

“I’m coming!” you shout back in an instant.

Your hands travel down the length of the piece of clothing you managed to throw on quickly. Smoothing out the creases and checking yourself over in the mirror above the two sinks.

You are not sure why you feel a hint of nervousness. Maybe it’s perhaps that this is the first time you are doing something like this. Surprisingly, you’re not sure why it hasn’t happened already. So you take that one deep breath you need to help steady your heart. The handle to the door twists with ease in your grasp as you rotate your wrist to unhinge the large wooden plank standing in the way between you and Jin.

With one swift motion, you reveal yourself out of the bathroom. Even taking your first few steps into the bedroom with confidence as you find a pair of eyes glued to you. You stop in your tracks when you can’t fully read Jin’s expression, sending a signal of doubt to your head.

“Oh no, does… does it look bad?”

You shrivel up where you stand, at least that’s how it feels to you, as your hands grip at the loose fabric piece flowing over your body. Standing less than 10 feet away from Jin who is propped up on his bed, with a proudly standing erection in his hand and legs spread out, you feel as if you were in the wrong for whatever reason.

Jin blinks at your attire. Eyes wide like a milk saucer pan, frantically scanning over every single inch of your body. His lips part slightly, breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to gulp down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“Holy hell,” he looks at you in awe. “Holy – Y/n. No! Not at all! How’d you – Why…” he struggles to even form a straight sentence with you.

He nervously cuckles, heat rises to his face as if he is a child caught red handed. Jin’s grip tightens around his growth out of frustration and excitement.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Hold on now,” he smiles with astonishment.

Jin stares at you in the most disrespectful ways. The small babydoll light pink slip you managed to sneak on completely throws him off guard. It’s satin and sheer, see-through in the areas across your stomach and teases his eyes with the lace spread across your breasts. But Jin is appreciative to no end. He cannot help the way his tongue comes out to swipe across his lips, coating them with a gloss of his spit.

“Thank you,” you smirk with praise.

You stand there with a bashful smirk. Feeling heat from embarrassment but also the feeling of achievement from Jin’s reaction. There’s accomplishment swelling up inside of you, so much that you have no clue what to do with it yourself.

“Shit… do a little twirl for me, I want to see it all.”

You obey naturally as you try to cover up your smile with your fist. One slow spin helps give Jin all the imagery he craves. It urges him to run his fist up his cock enough to tease himself, just as you stand there looking like a whole dessert.

The slip flows with your movements with elegance. It compliments each and every edge of your frame just how you always wished. The more reactions you see out of the Jin the more trust you have in yourself.

“So…” you hum with a quiet giggle. “May I help you with that?”

You give Jin’s dick a pointed look. Noticing how he’s struggling to keep his pace slow. He nods happily; even his entire face lights up with the way you get closer to the edge of the bed and begin kneeling on the mattress.

“Where did you get that?” he leans further back into his pillows as he releases his cock. His eyes never leave your body, they can hardly meet your face with how tantalizing you appear right here – right now.

“I did a little shopping,” you say in a teasing manner.

You crawl up closer to Jin’s side, smiling down at him as he aimlessly reaches his hands to touch you. He wants to feel the material for himself, but also he wants to feel how the material feels on you.

He loosely cups your chest, running his fingers around the lace trimmings. Jin presses into your flesh softly, enjoying the way his palms cuff you.

As you take his cock in your hand, you hear a stifled groan out of Jin’s throat. He’s heavy and thick, even the base of his shaft begs you for friction as it twitches in your hold.

“Hm, can you keep the dress on for me?”

You nod your head as you lean closer to him and plant a kiss on his lips. Whispering slowly, you take in his bottom lip between your set of teeth.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

You run your palm up and down his shaft, jerking him slowly as your lips come in contact again. Soft huffes come fanning out on your face as you make-out with your boyfriend. His breath shortening by the minute.

His hands come to lather themselves over you. Touching you anywhere and everywhere. Rubbing softly and delicately over the curves and edges of your body as far as he can reach. You pump him with the same pace, flicking your thumb over his cockhead to spread the leaking precum oozing from the tip.

You take the lead, planting kisses and trail them down the side of Jin’s jaw towards the column of his neck. Your plush lips press into him teasingly, continuing down his exposed chest as you shift yourself down the bed. The goal is to level yourself comfortably above his cock, mouth parted and ready to suck.

Gently, you angle his cock towards your face. You admire the angry tip with smudged arousal glistening the top of it like a glazed pastry. Bowing your body, you purposely leave your ass lifted in the air as you bend down toward his lap.

One kiss. Two kisses.

By the third heavenly kiss to the tip of his dick, you poke out your tongue. Wetting the area in a teasing fashion. You slide it over the slit that leaks his juicy precum, tasting it on your tastebuds as your eyes look up toward him.

“Mmm,” you hum with a smile. Letting the man know you fully value how delicious his flavor is.

“God, you’re so gorgeous like that. With those eyes staring up at me,” he comments with a huff.

You thank him kindly by sinking your mouth on him. Allowing yourself to hollow your cheeks out and forcing the size of him inside. His cock lays across your tongue as you flatten it, allowing the girthy appendage to sweep past and inch closer to your throat.

Pulling back, you continue the rhythmic motion of bobbing your head down on Jin. Taking him in more by each gifted inch. Every time you pull back, you suck in – harder. More forceful with the next grind down on him.

You try your very best to keep contact with the lustful eyes staring down at you. His jugular bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising to keep up with his beating heart. Jin leers down at you with mirth radiating from him.

His hooded eyes twinkle with excitement and carnal desire. Even in the heat of his feverish delight, his palm can’t help but run over the side of your head and brush away the strands of your hair.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans out loud. He sets his teeth together as if they can hold back another noise, but it fails.

He encourages you to go faster with how prominent his hand is on the top of your head. The way he gradually begins pushing you down with your movements, a silent plea for you to take him all in.

You cover his entire shaft with your spit; allowing it to leak down and touch onto his pelvic area. With everything in you, you focus on breathing calmly. Even when Jin’s cockhead presses firmly against the back of your throat with his next firm push against your head.

Battling with your esophagus, you open it up graciously to allow him to shove further. Heat pools in your stomach as arousal gathers in your panties. You want to reach down, touch yourself to please your body, but you’re not granted that opportunity when Jin’s force makes your hands reach for his hips instead.

“Look at me, hon,” he nearly pants out. “Look at how you make me feel.”

He shifts himself up, thrusting his pelvis into your mouth as he holds your head. You groan and nearly choke out around him, gagging as his cock plunges further into your throat and forcing your mouth to widen further.

Tears draw near the brims of your eyes from the pressure; a reaction from your body when you cannot catch a breath for yourself. You stare up at him with determination, yet all Jin can see is how filthy your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

“You’re beautiful in that little dress of yours,” he compliments.

Jin pulls your head up abruptly, allowing your sucking to ‘pop’ as you are discarded from his dick. A string of saliva connected from his cock pulls and snaps from your lips as you hover in your spot right above Jin’s throbbing member. You gasp for air as if you came up from underwater.

“Jin!” you retort, but you’re met with a coy smirk.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n. I just want to keep doing that. I can cum so fast when you have me deep in your throat like that.”

Jin’s breath sounds slightly labored, yet you feel as if you’re doing all the hard work here. But you want to please the man you’ve been with for years on end. The one you could never replace. The same man who helped you grow as you helped him.

You point at him teasingly with a glint in your eyes. With a small wiggle to your eyebrows you agree to Jin that you accept such a request. Your wrist wipes away the remaining droll that escaped your lips before you dive down once again.

Slowly, you begin to descend. You tilt your head as you look up toward his flushed out face. He has a small crease between his eyebrows from the concentration he radiates as he stares down at you. His fingers comb through your roots, pulling your hair by the base and keeping them away from your face as you dip your head down on him.

With the way his fist forms in your strands, you realize how dedicated he is in wanting to control the pace. The pressure of his palm makes that certain.

“Fuck,” he slurs his word over the intoxicated way his head feels from the way your lips pinch around his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Jin encourages you. Tingling your ears and fueling that small admiration you secretly always crave. It makes you feel worthy.

Accomplished.

As if you and only you can make him feel this way. You hold onto this notion, keep it close and secure right next to your heart as your mouth and throat are at war with his cock. Jin ignores the small gags of desperation you give off the more he pushes your head down, he knows you can take him.

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve pleased the man orally.

But just how Jin’s motivating words fuel you, make you feel like such a good girl for him – your whimpers and tenacity charge him! Boosting that competitive and pampered ego of his, making him feel on top of the world when you’re breaking down around him in the most lustful ways.

“I’m close,” he warns through his soft pants. “So close, honey. You’re right there. Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His cockhead presses against the back of your throat as he holds you down on him with the purpose of shooting his load to the back of your mouth. Jin grunts softly, holding his breath the moment his orgasm hits him.

He twitches inside your mouth, you can feel it around your lips and throat. His cum lobs out in spurts; you hardly get to taste any of it with how deep it shoots out.

Your throat closes around him, trying to swallow him whole. You want to make Jin proud of you, as always. When you sense the way he begins to unwind down from his high, you slowly pull yourself off of his cock. Each receding inch gives you more room to breathe once again.

You hum; a lopsided smile sits on your face as you look over him. You watch the way his stiffened cock slaps down on his lower abdomen in defeat. Spent from its blissful release. However you give Jin hardly any time to recover.

You move up his body one more time, hands sliding up his bare skin until your fingers hook around the edges of his shoulders.

“How was that?” you speak with a bit of hoarseness to your voice.

Your leg swings over his lap, giving you the chance to straddle on top of Jin as you move your body closer to his. Knowingly, you hover your center directly above his sensitive cock that still spasms with aftershocks of his orgasm. But before you drop yourself onto his lap, you give Jin the fair warning with the way you link your lips back together with his.

Plunging your tongue past his teeth, you force him to taste himself. It doesn’t bother him one bit.

Jin hums a noise of brief protest, but you ignore it entirely.

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper against his kiss-beaten lips.

“Please,” you hum as you push your body against his.

Your boyfriend traces his palms across your exposed skin; up your arms, over your smooth thighs and under the loose fabric of your baby pink slip. He touches you with greed, pulling you with him as he feels your crotch come in contact with his dick.

Jin chokes out a moan, the friction so sensitive to him that he cannot help but be vocal with you.

“S-Shit,” he huffs.

His fingers find their way between your thighs to graze over the sheer fabric that barely covers your pussy. Even from the first knuckle he uses to touch you, he can feel how graciously wet you are through the material of your thong.

You push into him once more, intentionally rubbing yourself against his cock. You grind down as your hands slither up the sides of his neck to grip at the back of his head. Holding him where you want him; kissing him how you want to kiss him.

“God, Jin. Fuck me now,” you beg with another dry hump. “Fill me up,” you speak in your most alluring tone.

Jin chases your mouth with his as he grunts back to your dirty spoken words. He lightly chuckles to himself in between kisses, a growing smile stops you from returning the last kiss.

“You’re seducing me you little minx,” he chuckles.

“It’s working,” you comment as you tug on his locks. “I’m so wet right now,” you whisper as you nose against his cheek. “So hurry and fuck me in this little dress.”

Without hesitation, Jin obeys the call of his beautiful lady. He hooks his arm around your body before swapping places with you in one swift movement. Your back lands on the mattress faster than you can count to 1. Jin’s already lifting the skirt of your slip to pool it around your waist in 2. His fingers pull away the thin material of your panties in 3 mere seconds.

He looks down between the two of you, eyes focusing right at the apex of your thighs that you willingly spread open for him. Opening yourself up wide to show how much you truly are glistening for him.

Heat rises with how close Jin places his body to yours. The alcoholic beverages you have drank surely does help with your temperature – even the nice warm bath helps keep you nice and toasty. But the way both you and Jin radiate such a hotness between each other, skin on skin contact, your body begins simmering like water in a pan. All your blood vessels rushing throughout your entire being in excitement and anticipation.

That’s what has you beginning to feel like you’re roasting over an open fire. Though, you are technically under that theoretical fire.

Jin.

“Beautiful,” he comments with adoration.

His fingers continue to spread your panties to the side, holding the fabric there as his body edges closer to you. Cock securely in his other hand to help guide him to your entrance, not before he leisurely runs his tip up and down your folds to gather up your slick.

Jin smiles to himself the moment his cockhead dips into you, pushing open your walls with a hasty movement. The two of you equally gasp for air as if your lungs were finally released from a tight squeeze. All the pent up elation and eagerness built such fever between the two of you, that the initial moment of Jin entering inside you feels even more intimate.

Once Jin fastens himself in a position to where he’ll be able to thrust into you, he lets his urgency take the better of him. You are top priority to him, and the gravity of the matter is heavy to his heart.

Your chest rises and falls the deeper he sinks, sitting his lap flush against your cunt and forcing a loud slap of skin to resound in the air. Jin anchors an elbow down into the mattress beside you as his free hand runs down your inner thigh to your knee – pinning that leg onto the bed. It grants him the beautiful angle to look down your entire body, ogling the scene before him as his cock rams into your body.

“Mmf,” you moan through your nose.

The pleasure feels so heavenly to you, you cannot help but flutter your eyes from how your body grasps onto the way Jin drags his cock along your wet walls. Lust energizes you to touch yourself by folding your chest. You grope and tug on your chest, kneading your tits between your fingers while you let out mewing groans of delight.

“Ah,” – you smile with a bright gleam – “More. More!”

Even when Jin angles his head closer to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin around your clavicle, he makes sure to maintain his sight down the length of your body.

Sloppy wet squelching noises echo in the room from Jin’s onslaught of thrusts. It only shows how shockingly wet you are for turning on your man.

You feel him fill you up completely before pulling back, only just to do it all over again. Jin rolls his hips expertly into you, knowing that you need and want nothing else but that. Your body twitches for him, involuntarily, as you chase his thrusts with your own.

“Jin,” you moan soft enough for only his ears to hear.

Your body becomes restless, unable to relax as your pleasurable high eggs closer towards the finish line. You can feel the way your cunt clenched tighter with each passing second.

A higher pitched moan escapes your throat when he picks up speed. Jin’s breath fans out across your neck as he lowers his angle, positioning himself deeper into your cunt in the process.

“You like that, Y/n?” he huffs out between the shortness of his breath. “I wish you could see how pretty you are with how hot and horny you look right now. God, I want you so much.”

His thrusts are quick and shallow, but they work overtime. Each time his hips rail into you, so does his pubic bone. It rubs and slaps your exposed clit in the ways you need it to. Brushing that itch of nerves that beg to be set loose.

“I always love it,” you admit in a breathless confession.

The knot in your lower stomach begins to tighten while your legs shake around Jin’s slotted frame. Your hands run all over your front, unaware of where to actually place them as you find something to hold onto. You’re hit with a rush of warm tingling sensations the second your orgasm appears, sending luscious jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your baby pink slip bunches up in your fists as you toss your head to the side while chanting Jin’s name like a mantra. He fucks you through your release, slapping his pelvis into you as his palm continues to pin you down frame underneath him.

The feeling of your orgasm clenching around his girth, holding him with a vice grip, has Jin screwing his eyes shut. Control entirely out of hand, lost into the abyss of the world; his thrusts gain speed but lose accuracy. Jin chases his climax as your breathless moans ring in his ears.

Your name is the only word he manages to sing through his guttural moan as he spills his entire load deep into your pulsing pussy.

Jin’s hips halt against you, cock completely submerged and cramped against your walls. Light perspiration gathers around pieces of your body to help cool you down. But, Jin pays no mind to the salty taste of sweat when his lips latch onto the underside of your ear after collapsing on top of your body.

A soft chuckle leaves his throat while his arms slither their way under and around your frame. He holds you close to him, skins sticking against another.

His breath fans out in small puffs. He smiles with each small peck of a kiss to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers softly.

Slowly and shallowly he ruts himself against you. Sensitivity for the both of you are very high.

“I love you too,” you smile with a laugh.

Your arms envelope around him, so do your legs. Embracing Jin in a naked koala-hug.

Moments of silence don't bother either of you. It’s comforting actually. You want nothing more but to snuggle up against your boyfriend, regardless of his softening cock still lodged deep inside of you.

Jin finally leans up with what room he’s allowed to, arm propping himself up as his free hand runs over his forehead to push back his dampened hair. He looks down with you, a smitten look dressed all across his features.

“You got a little drool running down your chin,” he comments as he scans the corner of your lip.

You blink at him as you prepare to respond matter-a-factually.

“I got a little cum inside of me too.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “I think a little drool isn’t my first concern here.”

Jin bites back his laugh while he nods. He slowly readjusts himself, dragging his cock out of you as steady as possible. The emptiness makes you miss him instantly, however you thank the small sting of pleasure reminding you that he was once there.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a bit of worry behind his eyes. “I know normally I ask ahead of time… I just got a bit carried away.”

You unravel your limbs from him, giving the two of you more breathing space. Together you sit up on the mattress, still leaning toward another as you keep your eyes connected.

“You’re ok, Jin. The clean up is a bit annoying but I don’t mind. I’ll just be in the bathroom for a little longer than usual. You know I have an IUD so at least that isn’t the problem,” you reassure your boyfriend as you straighten out the wrinkles in your slip.

Jin’s fingers come up to grip around the strap hanging on your shoulder, pulling it slightly back into its respective place.

“This dress… I blame this,” he smirks.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

“Would you stop scaring the birds away?”

Yip!

You roll to your side, away from the burning sunlight peeking through the narrow blinds. The constant noise of Taehyung’s six pound Pomeranian, Yeontan, barking up a storm outside stirs you awake. The voice of his girlfriend, Maggie, hushes the ambitious dog each and every time the furball speaks up.

Confidentially, you gauge the time to be far too early for your liking. Much too early to be awake at this hour. And too damn early to be smelling the beginnings of something so scrumptious, something so delicious, wafting into your room.

It’s cruel how the scent urges you to stay awake. Calling to your senses enough to have your hand searching the other side of the bed for your boyfriend.

The fabric feels cool, empty without the warmth of another body. If your intuition is correct, and typically it usually is, your best guess is that Jin must be cooking to his heart's content to accommodate the company of the houses with breakfast.

You give yourself a big long stretch, the type that nearly bone-pops your entire spine and pulls each muscle taut against another. Gingerly, you step yourself over to the bathroom, sliding on your boyfriend’s extra pair of fuzzy slippers and sliping each of your arms through the deep purple faux fur robe. It came as a couple’s set, no doubt Jin must be wearing his matching one seeing as it is missing from the hook. It serves to keep you as warm as possible in the early morning bitterness.

Your vixenous nightgown slinks over your curves, reminders of last night still replaying in your mind as you stare yourself in the mirror above the sink. The places his pillowy lips lingered far too long left small bruised spots on your skin. How his hands gently graced over the cups of your breasts, outlining the soft flesh before grazing over the tops of them. How his legs slotted themselves between your thighs, using his body to pry you open wider for him.

Even the recurring thoughts about it makes your nipples harden and your body excited.

You clear the small morning crusts from the tear ducts of your eyes and pick at the suspicious growing bump near the bottom of your chin before turning the faucet on. The moment your hand dips to test the running tap water, your eyes catch sight of something shiny slunk around your fourth finger.

A deep furrow digs itself a permanent residence on your forehead as you analyze the silver band. Sitting comfortably on top of the piece of jewelry is nothing but a solid diamond rock, cut in the shape of a delicate snowflake and surrounded with two lines of matching small clear jewels.

The water continues to run in the background as you zone out in confusion. Seconds easily turn into a lengthy minute of you just staring at this mysterious ring on your finger. It’s an obvious impression, a statement if anything. You are a fool if you think otherwise.

The marvelous piece sparkles, shines. It is crafted so beautifully that Persephone would even be envious. Each microscopic edging refracts the light so gorgeously that you wish it is the reason your eyes begin to tear up.

You stumble out of the bathroom, across the master suite littered with last night's residue, and down the descending steps of the overhead loft area toward the first level of the cabin. Hard on your heels, you pivot the moment you land off the very last step. You come face to face with Jin at the entryway of the kitchen, his hands full of tongs and spatulas. An apron covering his robe and slicked up bedhead hair.

“Y/n?” He questions you with confusion and a look of concern across his face.

The sound of your frantic pattering down the stairs, nearly losing a slipper in the rush, must have notified him of an urgency. To his own surprise though, it is you who meets him instead of any other residence from the second floor.

“Jin?” Your voice comes out raw. It feels heavy in your throat, a harsh scratch straining against your vocal cords as your emotions begin to take over.

Both of you stand there with wide eyes and shock, for several reasons all at once. Jin is confused as to why you’re up already and if his plan has ultimately been ruined. He cannot read the reason for the tears running down your cheeks or the small hiccup in between your breaths. You’re just trying to maintain every fabricated nerve inside your body to stay as sane as humanly possible.

But the moment you catch the hint of kindness, the look of full blown sincerity through Jin’s deep chocolate brown eyes… you lose all rational thought.

Your vision blurs the next time you blink, left hand raising up into view. It physically shakes as you attempt to hold it still, flashing the bright rocked jewelry toward your boyfriend.

“What is this?” You sob. It comes out ugly; a horrible clogged up voice that barely breaks into the air.

With no hesitation, Jin drops down the cooking utensils to the nearest counter and his hands immediately snake around to envelope you. His palm softly pushes your head into him, holding you close as he leans his against yours. He shushes you, but it only worsens your state.

“Honey,” he speaks into your hair. His voice is calm, but he, too, sounds different.

You use the cloth covering his chest as your tissue. His arms are your safe-haven. Everything surrounding you feels like flooded warmth, comforting you like a thick blanket.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he lightly chuckles after sniffling. He reassures you with his hand slowly rubbing along the length of your back. “I’m making you croffles… your favorite.”

“Y-Yeontan woke me up,” your voice comes out muffled as you bury your face further into his chest.

Every hush, every calm and sweet word that Jin speaks only makes you weep more. It only confirms the realization of everything that almost starts feeling like a delusional dream.

“Look at me,” he taps your head lightly.

You're reluctant at first, not wanting him to see your reddened eyes. But, you listen to his guidance. His thumbs swipe away loose tears that broke out, eliminating their existence as you try your best to look anywhere but directly at him.

“Y/n.”

“Is this… are you being serious? Is this what I think it is?’

“Look at me, please,” he pleads softly.

You meet his heartfelt eyes, they glisten with moisture. Emotional, just like you. The sizzling and crackling of the pans on the oven momentarily remind you of his cooking. You attempt to direct his attention to it, afraid his food will spoil if left unattained.

He quickly pulls you closer to the counter, stepping you aside to turn the dials down on the stove and lifting the pans away. A waffle frier dings simultaneously just as the bubbles of another pan begin to boil over the rim.

Standing there against the edge of the counter, you timidly hold your arms close and across your body. The snug heat Jin provides your body disappears instantly as he swiftly manages the kitchen before coming back to you. Noodles, eggs, and various breakfast goodies linger about the area. Prepared well for whoever wishes to eat.

“I’m so sorry, Hon. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

He speaks, tone broken and saddened. His hands come to hold yours in his, fingers soothing over your palms. Jin steps closer to you, dropping everything to make you as unconcerned as possible.

“I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed.”

His eyes flicker between yours, watching the way they redden further as you silently sob. It breaks down his walls as he switches to his gentle nature. He feels the way your body trembles, how anxiety is riddled throughout your body and watches the way your bottom lip quivers.

Jin’s eyes begin to match yours, coating lightly with a layer of tears. His fingertips never stop rubbing light circles into your palms as he leans closer to you. Voice caught in his throat and chest heavier than a weighted iron.

“Jin 一”

“一 I love you,” he confesses through a shaky breath. His hands squeeze yours tighter in his. A single tear rolls off the corner of his eye, mouth forming a soft yet weak smile. He’s trying his absolute best to improvise without direction, especially how his original plan goes right out the window.

“I… I…,” he steps closer with a lump in his throat. His voice lowering, softening, as he continues to speak words he’s recited in his head for months. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. I could never imagine a life without you and I selfishly want to keep you to myself. These past nine, joyous, years have been the best years of my life and I want to secure more.”

Each detailed and pronounced syllable rings through your ears. Edging you further to the tender, vulnerable places of your heart.

Both you and Jin sniffle with a trembling laugh. A small shed of light onto such a heavy and sudden conversation.

Slowly, Jin drops himself down to one knee with his fingers interlacing with yours. The glistening of the snowflake ring catches both of your attentions and Jin wastes no time planting a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Y/n… You are the love of my life. Through everything we’ve ever been through, I can happily say with my entire heart that I am more than grateful to have spent all those times together. I love 一”

“一 Yes!” You chirp up with as much voice you can muster. It surprises him, making him blink up at you with astonishment. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!”

Your hands are tugging him from the floor, urging him to stand tall once again and surround you with his arms. Tears stain down your cheeks as you’re seeking your lips for his.

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Jin says between kisses. His hands cup your face, swiping away all the water lines even though his own are dripping down his cheeks.

“I love you too, Jin. So so so damn much,” you exclaim as your hands grip onto his shoulders. “I wouldn’t want any other person out there, only you!”

The two of you start lightly laughing at the hysterical cries you each release, overwhelming feelings taking over your bodies. You’re equally a mess, trying to regain normality of your bodies but the high of something new, wholesome, sweet, and heartwarming blasts you with an immense amount of blissful joy.

You stand there trying to clean another up with fits of laughter and sniffles and snorts as happiness radiates between the two of you. A mysterious glow, innate charm shining around each of you as you accept the step step of your lives together.

Too distracted with another, neither of you have noticed the sound of the outside sliding door opening and closing. Nonchalantly, the voice of Taehyung’s girlfriend begins walking past the view with a riled up and snow covered Yeontan in her arms. A thick fur coat covers her only to her knee caps and two large snow boots horde heat to her feet. Clearly the attire is thrown on to maintain the little dog for a morning potty break.

“You just had to go into the snow piles that are taller than you and now you’re covered with large clumps of snow,” she scolds Yeontan as if he truly can understand her. “I’m going to need to towel dry you, you furry fiend!”

Maggie notices the smell of food, her nose lifting in the air until she connects her eyes to the area of the kitchen. However, she immediately fixes her attention to the state of dismay you look to be in and her eyebrows shoot straight up to her hairline.

It’s only when she steps closer as she questions if everything is alright, does she notice that Jin also has watery-eyes but with the largest grin on his face. Embarrassment flushes over you, too many emotions running amok in your body, that results in you nuzzling your face further in Jin. He gestures to Maggie with a thumbs up, letting her know things are perfectly fine 一 more than fine, really.

They’re great!

You hear the hushed steps of Maggie walking away before Jin’s voice is requesting you to come out of hiding. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes looking down at you through long eyelashes.

“I had this whole, sweet thing planned out to propose to you. Sizing your finger whenever you were fast asleep and spending eons on trying to pick out the most perfect ring that suited you. I hope asking you something like this is acceptable. I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though you’ve already said it, I need to ask it. Will you please marry me?”

“I just need you, Jin. I don’t need anything but you. Thank you for putting in so much hard work for me. To make things the way you wanted it and I'm sorry they didn’t pan out the way you anticipated. I would have said yes regardless of whether it was a ring or not. I love you with my whole heart, Jin.”

You kiss him, lovingly with warmth. The plush of his lips melt perfectly into yours, soft and gentle just like his natural demeanor when it comes to you.

“Of course, I will marry you!”

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