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yoonieper · 1 year

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Beyond— Prologue | KSJ

The greatest mystery is the unknown.

✫ Pairing: Astronaut!Seokjin x DNA Specialist!Reader

✫ Genre: angst!!!!, future fluff, future smut

✫ Rated: A for Anew

✫ Warnings: gets kinda meta, mentions of major character death, major character deaths (yes plural) but… tune in for chapter 1 (don’t get too sad!), mentions of ptsd and anxiety, this is very sad please get tissues friends (I promise the whole series ain’t like this at all :’D)

✫ Word Count: 4.2k

✫ Series Summary: A man from beyond with claims he’s come from another world. Not another planet, another world. Earth. A man on a mission, with only one purpose. You.

✫ Chapter Summary: It was a giant leap for mankind… A chance to see the impossible. They doubled, triple checked the numbers. The numbers didn’t account for the unexpected. A look into the beyond. It was him, he was the chosen.

✫ Now Playing: Starboy by The Weeknd (ft Daft Punk) and Frequency by Kid Cudi

✫ Betas: Thank you so much to @xxxanimangxxx and @mashajlynn for reading over this!

✫ Author’s Note: This story is brought to you by your local space nerd! Get ready for the ride y'all! We got the angst a comin~ Fun fact— got this idea when I visited NASA last year :3 Happy Birthday to the best star boy, please enjoy your third decade celebration and I promise the rest of the parts will be out for this soon!

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much : D

Masterlist coming soon (around 5 estimated chapters)

Everybody loved him. His face was plastered on everything space related you could imagine. Hats, tshirts, cups, dining sets, plushies, buildings, a space station for fucks sake, they even made underwear with his charming smile all over it.

No one complained about it though, because it was his face. Kim Seokjin. A beloved astronaut of the solar system.

One of the first things that caught everyone’s attention was the charming face underneath that helmet. Dark brown hair, kissable lips, eyes that just made you fall in love. He was a walking dreamboat. He was a part of a new class of astronauts and the handsome Kim Seokjin was already loved by the world even before he ever set foot outside the solar system.

But nope, if a handsome face wasn’t enough, the minute he was approved to head into space, it was hard to believe he was one person.

Scientific discovery after scientific discovery, improvements, theories, the whole shebang. In truth, from that alone you wanted to hate him. Mr. Perfect. It was annoying. Seokjin this, seokjin that, at some point you should get tired of it right? But nope, no matter how much you tried, as an astronaut yourself, you couldn’t help but admire him.

Not even just that, but you guys were close. No… not like that, he was just a good friend of yours. Yep, a friend, a great friend. Dare you say one of your best friends?

He probably never thought about you as such, constantly being surrounded by some of the greatest minds mankind has ever seen, you were sure that there were plenty of people he got along with better. You even saw it once.

A gala for all astronauts happened one day, you had been there, and of course, he had to as well. Surprisingly, for a good part of the night Seokjin was right by your side, you smiled, laughed, and drank together.

It was weird, before this night the two of you mostly hung outside of your work environment, he's been to your house, you’ve been to his… this was the first time you had made your friendship known to the public. Part of you worried about the press, the headlines **KIM SEOKJIN’S GIRLFRIEND??** But no, by the end of the night a group of other highly renowned astronauts, astronomers, and many other scientists were his company by the time you were leaving. No headlines.

As you were walking out you saw how happy they looked and you could only imagine the intellectual conversations they had that night. Honestly, you were just happy he spent time with you at all being the big shot that he was.

Part of you still always found yourself hoping for more.

Well, at least you did before it happened.

Seokjin remembered that day with painstaking detail, it was the worst day of his life after all.

You had made a discovery that made you so excited, you had bounced on the balls of your feet when you came up to tell him about your findings.

L/n Y/n… fuck even saying your name made his heart hurt.

You were on the cusp of one of the greatest discoveries science has ever seen. As an astrobiologist, traveling to different planets and studying its life was your job. Society had so far not found much besides a few plant-like species on a couple of distant planets, but intelligent life still remained undiscovered. You were about to change that, at least that’s all you told him before you were making your request to head up into space and check it out.

Seokjin hardly had time to say goodbye to you before you were in the rocket ready to prove if your theory was correct.

It happened so fast, so fucking fast. Seokjin was there… he watched the launch happen right there in mission control. He could never forget your voice on the intercom, you were so excited.

The entire solar system had seen the tragedy. Media coverage was expected with the claims you had made— details were mostly kept under heavy security. He was proud of you, you were about to truly change the world, he was already picturing the headlines as he was about to leave mission control.

L/N Y/N found proof that we are truly not alone.

He had a big smile on his face, right up till it happened. Launch was routine, you made it to the atmosphere and were all clear to jump. At this point, the most concerning part was over and he was about to leave…

That’s when the sirens went off. They were ultimately useless. What the world expected to see was your ship jumping through the wormhole, sailing off on an expedition that was about to change humanity. Instead they saw you enter the portal but space seemingly bending and twisting before an explosion. It wasn’t big, loud, or anything spectacular as one would expect, but it was as if the entire portal itself disintegrated and collapsed in on itself.

Seokjin remembers how quiet it was that day in mission control. He remembered the desperate attempts to reach you, hoping a miracle had happened and you made it to the other side. He remembered the panic, that heart sinking feeling knowing that the worst had happened.

It happened so fast too…

For a few days he just didn’t want to believe it, holding out hope just like mission control was. Maybe somehow you made it?

Well a few days after the accident a crew aboard a ship found a piece of your space craft. Hope died almost instanteously.

For a few years after that, space travel to that scale halted completely, everyone confused and terrified after the accident. Space used to be like a second home to Seokjin, but after the accident it became just as scary as it was to most people. A vacuum that wouldn’t hesitate to let you know who ruled.

It took awhile but after a thorough investigation they found out what happened. The details still were fuzzy, teams and teams of scientists tried their hand at uncovering the details, he did as well, but the mystery of the accident remained vastly in the dark.

The wormhole that was opened was unstable, the dark energy that was used to keep it open long enough to make it to the other side had dropped to low levels and collapsed in on itself. What they didn’t know was why that happened, why that wasn’t detected beforehand, and why hadn’t the incident resulted in a black hole if that was truly what occured?

None of it made sense. There was an internal investigation on everyone at mission control that day to see if there could have been malicious intent on clearing that Y/n was good to go through despite the unstable conditions, but it didn’t take long to see that that wasn’t the case. The records show that data matched ideal conditions. No one could really figure out what went wrong.

It took a while for far away missions to resume and it took even longer for Seokjin to eventually join back in on the missions. Your death hit everyone hard, the entire solar system grieved your loss, but for reasons that became too obvious after you were gone made it harder for Seokjin to just ‘move on.’

Everytime he walked into headquarters he would remember seeing your face, whenever he’d walk to the astrophysicist department, he’d think about the way you’d cheer for him anytime he’d leave for launch. You were always there in Mission Control watching, you were always there for him. Going back was too hard without you there.

The first time he went back to headquarters he had a mental breakdown when he didn’t see you in the lab. A bunch of new faces he didn’t recognize and none of them were you.

But eventually, his work on earth was not enough and he needed to go back out for field research. They were small missions at first, a trip to the far out planets’ moons, then to the neighboring solar systems, his furthest for a while was at the far out base nearly on the other side of the galaxy.

He didn’t like traveling too far, as much as headquarters proved whatever happened to you was a freak accident, each time he left home he feared he would suffer the same fate. Years passed, but you were always on his mind, sometimes he even swore to see you in mirrors and windows, he even swore he saw you walk into your old department, the door swung open and everything but as he rushed inside all he got was concerning glances from all the nameless scientists inside.

He had long been diagnosed with PTSD, it only coming months after the accident and was another reason he had been grounded for so long– he couldn’t pass the readmission screening. Lots of therapy made him realize these apparitions were likely just his mind still processing the trauma, as much as he wanted to hope you were out there still.

It was mission control that sort of “insisted” him to get back on the job and he knew that they eventually forcefully passed his rescreening. He was better than before, but not near where an Astronaut of his nature should be at. He would sometimes see you in empty seats reflected off the windows of the spacecraft whenever he’d launch. He wasn’t fine but he pretended to be.

Despite his instability on October 16th, 4122 all over the news they blasted the most basic details of his upcoming mission. A team of seven, him included, would be tasked with studying a black hole up close for the first time ever, Sagittarius A, the supermassive one at the center of the galaxy.

On launch day he was so nervous, too nervous really. The last time the news was this big, he never saw you again. It was a strange experience, he smiled and tried to be optimistic in front of the cameras and any interviews he had about the mission, but there was this sense of dread that wouldn’t leave him as he prepared.

Seokjin had tried to back out of the mission multiple times— he tried to tell mission control he was not cut out for a mission like this, but they insisted he go. He was one of the heads in charge of conducting the study and he was also one of the most experienced astronauts on the team— he really had no choice but to go.

Before he could even realize he was on the ship, “The Beyond,” and they were staring into the wormhole that was to take them straight to the center of the galaxy.

He had mission control in his ear telling him to calm down, they were monitoring his heart rate, but as they prepared to enter, his anxiety had gotten so bad and he started to shake so much that he had to get one of the junior astronauts on the mission to take over.

“Uh— this is mission control— Seokjin we’re picking up on an elevated heart rate— please confirm you’re alright— over.” He heard over the intercom as he tried to do the breathing exercises he talked about with his therapist.

“Copy, This is Seokjin, just nervous.” He faintly laughed and the rest of the crew joined in.

“How many times have you been out here, what’s making you so nervous?” Jungkook, the junior astronaut who took over for him asked.

Part of him wondered if he should lie or make light of the situation but as he stared at the wormhole he couldn’t joke about this.

“I keep thinking about her.” It was a simple answer, cut throat, but he was honest, painfully so. His heart ached so much and facing the very thing that killed you was almost too much to bear.

The only reason he hadn’t broken down was he had an image to upkeep and he couldn’t be one of the senior astronauts acting that way. He couldn’t drag the rest of his team down.

The mood immediately turned sour at the mention of you. Most of the crew onboard had been there when the accident happened— they all knew how close you both were.

No one said anything, there really wasn’t anything to say. Instead, Jimin, another astronaut on the team, floated over and lightly rubbed his arm.

“Alright mission control, we should be prepared for launch on our end.” Jungkook said happily and everyone started to head back to their seats.

“Beyond, take off will begin in t-2 minutes, over.”

That dread was horrible. It was so bad that even after they launched and were staring for the first time ever with human eyes, the black hole that we’ve been circling around for eons he still didn’t feel anymore at ease.

The whole thing had been broadcasted, mission control lightheartedly told them the emotional reactions from people all over the solar system and that those living on the moon base had taken pictures and videos of the whole launch process.

Everyone was in good spirits but Seokjin as they began to step up all the equipment. They were at a good distance away from the black hole, far enough away they wouldn’t be at risk of getting pulled into its gravitational field, but they got as close as they could in order to conduct their research.

That feeling, that sense of dread that he tried his best to ignore for the sake of the mission would not go away. It was only 4 days after their study started that he found out why.

EMERGENCY

The sirens continued by blare, mission control had started to break up, and the crew was frantic. The impossible had happened.

Only Seokjin had been awake at the time monitoring some numbers. That dread he’d been experiencing had made it hard to sleep so instead he occupied himself with the work he enjoyed, it kept him awake and his mind busy.

It was so sudden that Star, the A.I. program on the ship, had alerted him of an anomaly.

“Seokjin, there seems to have been a shift in the gravitational field.” She pointed out. At first he didn’t believe her, thinking at first maybe one of the instruments had malfunctioned or something had damaged the equipment, but as he looked out the window a horrible reality began setting in.

Seokjin had stared at the black hole for a while, trying to see if he had gone crazy or not. He’d been staring at the black hole for 4 days straight and he knew it wasn’t that close the last time he checked.

He’d gone ahead and got everyone up after that.

“It’s not just me right.” He asked everyone as they all sleepily rubbed their eyes and looked out the window.

“That’s strange— but we can easily set ourselves back in course. Hobi, Yoongi, try to see if you can move us back.” Namjoon— the official head of the mission ordered the pilots.

They both nodded before getting into position. Mission control had picked up on the strange occurrence as well and had agreed with Namjoon’s plan.

Everyone thought this would be a simple fix, even Seokjin had calmed down slightly thinking this was just one of those weird stories he’d have to tell later, but the minute he’d relaxed slightly was when everything went from strange to…

As they both switched to manual piloting and turned the ship around to try and pull themselves from the pull of the black hole, it seemed like it had different plans for them as the thrusters boosted the black hole’s hold on them only seemed to get stronger.

It was quickly concluded by the team, mission control, and their instruments that they were getting pulled inside at a rate that was increasing by the second. In that short time that it took for them to come up with a plan and act on it, the rate had exceeded what their boosters were capable of.

It didn’t make sense and while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi were trying to figure out a new plan everyone else’s attention turned toward the black hole out the window.

“Hyung, what are you doing!” Namjoon exclaimed, trying to get his attention.

They sat there for a while trying to figure out a plan as the black hole got closer and closer. The plans they came up with just continued to fail, and the more fearful or frantic everyone became.

The relatively lighthearted mood in the ship turned somber and desperate.

“Hyung, we’ll be alright… right?” Jungkook questioned. He and Seokjin had been sitting together on the floor, right below where the window was. He’d been relatively quiet this whole time, everyone not wanting to disturb anyone in case they got an idea.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine, someone will come up with something. I’ve been in a couple situations like this where the end seemed so close before someone got an idea at the last minute and we were saved.” Seokjin tried to reassure him.

He wasn’t lying either. Before your accident Seokjin used to travel so many times, he used to go on so many missions that there had been a couple times he’d been in tricky situations. He probably would have never flown again if that happened now, he already was strongly considering quitting his job when he got back to the home planet.

It was this thought that he focused on to keep him calm enough to assist the team.

“Good because I haven’t been on many missions yet. There’s so much I want to accomplish, I can’t die yet.” Jungkook tried to laugh, but he saw the tears that had started streaming down his face.

Seokjin hurriedly went over and pulled the younger one into an embrace. This, this hurt more than the impending doom they were facing, seeing their suffering hurt more.

Jungkook was so young too, he was only 25, way younger than someone on a mission like this should be. He was top of his class and graduated ahead of the original class he was put into. He was doing missions pretty much as soon as he became an astronaut and quickly worked himself up to be invited to a mission like this.

“My mom said a mission like this was too dangerous for me— I wanted to prove her wrong but—“ Every word was even more painful to hear. Seokjin tried to stop the pain, fear of a fate that seemed more and more likely but he couldn’t.

Eventually Seokjin and Jungkook joined the rest of the crew to contact mission control again, but their growing proximity to the black hole was intercepting their connection and they were only vaguely able to hear the sounds of panicked voices on the other end before they would get too fuzzy to understand.

No one had any ideas— no one could have prepared for a situation like this as everyone here knew what was happening was impossible. There was nothing anyone could figure out under these conditions.

As the team became more frantic Seokjin just turned to stare out the window once more.

Something that had seemed so intriguing a few hours before had begun to show its true colors. The glowing accretion disk that circled the sphere that looked into entirety. So many strange thoughts came to him at once.

He wondered what mission control might be seeing back at that moment.

Had the predictions been true? Had they managed to get close enough that they had started to slow down to those that were watching? Likely not, they weren’t that close yet.

What were the headlines going to say? Would the headquarters be the same after this? Would this be the final blow that shuts down the astronaut program? Were people going to grieve in the way he hoped? Would his family miss him? What was his legacy? Was everyone going to forget about him? Everyone is forgotten.

He only hoped the research they sent back to mission control would do some good.

What would kill them first? The heat, the radiation, maybe they would survive long enough to get the experience of being spaghettified? Probably not though, they weren’t making it past the event horizon. The last thing they would all see might be the blinding light of the accretion disk before being burned.

None of them could probably come out of this situation anyway. He wouldn’t be surprised if by this point they had all suffered a poisonous dose of radiation positioning. They probably wouldn’t survive long enough to feel the effects.

They were not making this, were they?

It was on cue that the sirens on the ship began to go off.

EMERGENCY

Mission control had tried to reach them but all they were getting at this point was static.

The ship was starting to creak because of the speed and the force of gravity pulling them in. It was obvious very quickly that it was going to happen soon.

Everyone was scared to move, scared one step would be the final blow.

Seokjin didn’t know what to think. He wanted to cry, scream, beg for mercy but at this point he knew no one would hear him. There was nothing, absolutely nothing anyone could do at this point. Not even a miracle could save them.

He took a second to look around at all the crew.

Kim Namjoon— a friend he’d met a few missions ago. A good leader that would be missed.

Min Yoongi— One of the best engineers he’s ever met. They’d been friends long before your accident. He was happy he was here.

Jung Hoseok— A pilot who could get you out of anything. The fact that he wasn’t able to get them out of this was truly telling. He was really a light on the ship.

Park Jimin— A lead researcher on the team along with him. Another long time friend that had been there for him when he lost you all those years ago. He’d never met a guy as smart and caring before.

Kim Taehyung— A long time friend of Jimin that he had recruited for this mission and had only met recently. An interesting guy who always had such unique perspectives on their findings. Seokjin only wondered what they could have found if this mission hadn't failed.

Jeon Jungkook— A kid who really shouldn’t be on a mission like this. They had only met recently, but someone he felt he needed to look after. That kid was really going to go places if the universe wasn’t so cruel.

These were the people he was to die with. While not everyone he had known for long, he hoped for a split second they might be able to see each other again.

The ship started to get so hot so quickly.

He wished he could have thought of something, something that would have saved everyone here from this horrible fate.

It was so strange how they got here. It was as if a hand had plucked them out of the void and was pulling them to the center. Nothing made sense, a death even his worried brain had not forecasted.

Seokjin looked at everyone again. It was almost too bright to see anything anymore, but for a second longer he saw them. He saw Jungkook, an expression that matched his age, a fear so genuine it hurt to look into his big eyes that sparkled more than the stars ever did.

He hardly remembered what happened next, or rather, he wished he couldn’t remember anything that happened next.

He heard a big cracking sound before everyone was being violently pulled out into space through a hole possibly.

He didn’t know why he was able to see it, maybe he died in that moment as well, but he saw as all of his friends were pulled into space, their bodies practically vaporized instantaneously. He hoped they didn’t suffer.

Space was strange in the fact that there was no sound, there was absolutely nothing. No scary noises, no dramatic soundtrack as they all met their end, nothing as grandiose as some would expect for a moment like this.

He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t cry for them, he was just subjected to the forces of nature as for some reason he was still aware and still being pulled further inside.

He zoomed past the event horizon, he saw space and time bend around him, he was sure he could see himself everywhere he turned. The darkness got bigger and the blinding lights around him grew fainter and fainter.

When would it end? When would he finally be put out of his misery?

He wished it was sooner, he felt it, his atoms all string into a single line as he was pulled even closer to the singularity.

Things were dark after that for a while.

The next thing he knew he was staring into the endless void, yet it wasn’t as endless as it should be.

Edges, borders? What?

Then a glow, a glow so similar to that of which one would turn on a computer— a very old computer at that.

Faces, there were faces staring at him.

Yes, he’s definitely died long before this. Was this the beyond?

“Seokjin… we’ve been expecting you.” One of the faces said to him.

“We have a mission for you.”

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coopermorrow · 1 year

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Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

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Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

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Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years

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paparazzi problems - kim seokjin x reader

genre: fluff, angst. warnings: none, mentions of anxiety, suicide. also i diss the us the star wars fandom? so sorrynotsorryi’minittoo pairing: kim seokjin x reader. (AU where jin writes ‘Magic Shop’, guys. Also I changed a few lyrics around but you’ll see.)

There was no doubt that there would be many grey aspects to making your relationship public. You’d been dating for two years even though you’d known him for much longer, the year being 2020, and ARMY was expecting it, you were the eighth and only female member of the group, after all, something like this was bound to happen.

Ever since it’d been announced on BTS’ account (you weren’t permitted your own Instagram and you perfectly understood why), the amount of interviews you and Jin had attended multiplied by double the amount more than the six other band members.

Which was fine, just tedious and mainly uncomfortable because these interviews weren’t about music, the rest of the band wasn’t with you, these interviews were about your private life together - your love life.

It was fun at first, just the two of you answering questions and taking photos and being in separate magazines but it soon became pressuring and even a little annoying. Although you didn’t get a lot of hate (mainly because when and if you did BigHit would shut it down or one of the other guys would Tweet something fiery back in return) the problem with not having any drama whatsoever was that people tried to make drama.

If they saw you and Jin together, frowning at each other because you were halfway between sharing a look and rolling your eyes something stupid someone (probably Jungkook) said, someone would put a photo of the frown on the internet and the supposed-to-be-interesting interview the following day or week would be laced with questions about why you were supposedly arguing when everything was going so well.

If people saw you getting too close or touchy with one of the other band members the faces of you and said band member would be all over the internet and said band member would become ARMY’s chosen flavour to hate on, even if Jin would speak up about it and you wouldn’t be able to joke around with said band member for at least a few months until something else blew over.

Pretty soon, the two of you learned to loathe these interviews and you were now sitting with the rest of the band (who were already in pajamas) in your new outfits and makeup. You were the one who brought up the subject, lifting your head up and off it’s resting place on Jin’s lap with a miserable groan as he looked down and blinked at the space where your head had once been before bringing his attention back to whatever you were going to say.

“Can we just say we broke up or something? I’m tired and I want to play Mario Kart, too!” you crossed your arms and made a grouchy face, making Jin frown before remembering why he was in clothes and the others were in pajamas; he agreed lazily with a sheepish noise and shrug.

Jin didn’t seem to be offended about it, in fact, he looked like he completely and genuinely understood why you’d said such a thing. You could not say the same for the rest of the boys; apparently your words had been an instant mood killer because someone muted the TV and their cheery conversation came to a dead end.

The six of them turned around in-sync, staring at you with blank, shocked faces and round open mouths before Namjoon repeated what you’d spoken with a frown, “why would you want to fake break up with each other?” Jungkook, who was still watching the silent TV and had only just started paying attention, choked on his drink and span around. “What?” he turned to Namjoon, using a panicked voice, “Seokjin and Y/N are breaking up?! But, why?”

Everyone, including yourself, groaned, but it was RM who groaned the loudest, shaking his head. “Aiyho, go back to school and take extra classes in paying attention.” He said this in such a serious tone that it was hard for anyone listening and watching not to try and hold back a laugh.

Jungkook scowled as Namjoon continued on like what he said hadn’t been, “Y/N and Jin are just discussing that they want to fake break up.”

“It’s actually a really good idea,” Jin said this with such lust in his voice that the others were also scowling, giving him disapproving and disgusted glares. “What?!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “You guys just don’t get it. We can’t go anywhere without being grumpy, without having photos being taken of us and stories made out of them….”

“Yeah!” you agreed much more loudly than you imagined you would’ve used, “I can’t steal any of Jimin’s noodles without people taking a photo and talking about it and hating -” you began. “You shouldn’t be taking my food in the first place!” Jimin shot back hotly, scowling again.

“Yeah, that’s boyfriend stuff,” Jin grumbled, making you hit his arm loudly. “Really, mister ‘buy your own food’?! If I took a single spoon of your congee you’d drop me like the mic Taehyung was holding in Mic Drop,” you hissed, making Jin grin proudly at this.

“Anyway,” Namjoon cleared his throat, desperate for peace to be restored, “it’s your decision. I’m not saying it’s a good or a bad one but -”

“No, it’s a bad one and even Jesus knows it!” Jungkook contributed to the banter, “ARMY’s going to blame everything on Seokjin because he was the one who kissed her that night at the concert on stage in the song -”

“People didn’t see that, though,” you began desperately, “so no harm done, right?” when you did not get the response you wanted you raised your voice and said, “Right?!” again, leaning over the table to stare down the person who was currently on their phone (Hobi) so that he would scramble to find a clip of the concert, guilty.

“Here’s a bootleg of -” he began, only to be interrupted by yours truly, you’d grabbed his phone from his hands and scrolled the red line down to where you’d imagined the kiss would be. You were right. Jin, the hopeless romantic he turned out to be, had been keeping his eyes on you the entire way through Magic Shop.

You could still hear it, with or without the audio of the video, you could still hear the words. Don’t forget that in the end, I found you, you were standing on the edge of the cliff. It’s my last reason, LIVE. The day you hate being you, the day you want to disappear forever, let’s make a door in your heart. If you open that door and enter, this place will wait.

Then he’d grabbed you, and you were the one crying, not Jimin, you were. Because Jin had told you Jungkook co-wrote that song. But it wasn’t Jungkook, you understood now, as Jin’s lips were against yours, it was Seokjin who’d co-written the song. Who’d co-written...

Magic shop.

And the crowd was screaming, ARMY was screaming, some were crying… because Seokjin had breathed into the kiss, the magnifying screens for those who weren’t in the mosh pit had been zooming in on the kiss, bringing the entire world’s attention to his love, to the two of you.

Even the person who was filming with their phone was screaming.

You were still crying as Jin breathed the words “IloveyoubemygirlfriendI’llalwaysloveyouandneverletyougo,” into the kiss quietly, forgetting that he still had his headset on.

ARMY was screaming again at the words, they were happy that you were happy. Because ARMY was not a toxic fanbase, ARMY was not Star Wars. ARMY could see the kiss and relationship coming from the day you were put in the studio, they’d supported the relationship from the day you were put in the studio together. They didn’t pressure you to break up like how they pressured Rose out of the movies so that Rey and Finn could get together.

“Why do you have to be so romantic, Seokjin?” you slapped his finger away from the tear he’d been trying to wipe, glaring at him. “Because look where it got you, right?” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “But maybe just wait until this interview to decide, ‘kay?” he said this in the same breath and now you were the one who rolled their eyes. “Because you’re gonna be late.”

Namjoon, as usual, was right, the numbers on Hobi’s phone (still in your hands) had flicked from nine twenty-eight to nine twenty-nine, the interview was at ten o’clock and it would take you twenty minutes for the cab to get there in time.

You sighed, rolling your eyes again, slapping (or sliding) Hobi’s phone back across the table, grabbing Jin’s arm violently, getting up, about to hiss a backhand comment at the others before noticing the smirks they were giving your boyfriend, “what?” you nearly growled the words at their stupid smirks before turning to Jin himself, glaring at his blank face.

“Can I - just let me - you still have -” I hadn’t even noticed that tear was there. “Oh,” you breathed, the tension thick. “Yeah. Um.” no-one laughed or snickered even though you didn’t know why, you half expected Namjoon to at least grin but he didn’t. “Thanks.” you muttered, grabbing one of Jin’s scarves from the rack, almost choking yourself gently with it (thankfully RM saved you from it’s deadly clutches, rolling his eyes and loosening it).

“Well,” you said, your earlier words still having no plausible effect on the other boys, you started to stomp out the door, ignoring more of Namjoon’s huffy eye-rolling before Jin took control and ushered you out.

Always early, the drive to the interview had given you a good ten minutes to spare (which you admittedly agreed was enjoyable, you’d made sure to bring your camera, learning your lesson hard, and took photos of Jin with the water fountain.) and soon you were in the studio, spraying silly string at each other in expensive clothes.

Okay, so, maybe when you mentioned interviews being absolutely boring and repetitive or something like that earlier you’d used a very generic term for the word interviews. Because there were very rare occasions where the interviews you and your boyfriend went to were incredible, and today was one of those days.

This interview wasn’t just an interview. It was more like the much more enjoyable activity ones like the group ones you’d done on the Jimmy Fallon Show, Late, Late Show with James Corden, VLive, and other Korean/American channels.

The studio was huge and empty and there were several cans of bright silly-string scattered around the place. The leader of the interview group told you what you’d be doing and you were all of a sudden very pumped up to take part in this.

You’d be answering questions while spraying each other with the neon silly string. Being a mature duo, the studio echoed with laughter and shrieks and snorted replies to the questions (which really weren’t that bad after all).

Except, of course, you always seemed to jinx yourself right when things were getting good. “So, Y/N. BigHit makes a big deal about how you donate a lot to anti-bullying, anxiety and depression organisations. There’s been talk of you having depression, is this true? Or is it all just a plea for attention?”

You blinked, thinking maybe you were in a dream, because there was no way an interviewer would question something like that.

Silence reigned and only when Jin’s sleeve brushed past yours did you realise you were not, in fact, dreaming, you closed your open mouth.

The silly string war had lightened Jin’s foul mood (he’d lost the cap of his camera and didn’t want to buy another one because it was ‘too expensive’.) but now it’d gone back to what it was before. He looked right about to punch the guy in the face and ruin his social life and the rest of his career.

Jin remained calm as always. Instead of losing his cool like one of the other boys would if they were with you, Jin breathed through his nose and a clenched jaw. You shot him a pleading look from the corner of your eye but when he didn’t even register it you knew that there was no stopping whatever would come next.

“When people break an arm,” he began coolly, “you can see the broken arm in the cast. You can see it, you know it’s there. You don’t question it. It’s the same with religion, only different. People don’t know if the gods they believe in really did exist. But they believe the words. They don’t question it. So, if you can see her donating to, talking about, raising awareness for, depression and anxiety, I suggest that you take her word and believe it. Because hypothetically, even if it wasn’t true, if it looked true you’d believe it. It’s just like your company, isn’t it? On the media, it looks like people enjoy themselves in these interviews. You capture the good parts and take out the bad parts, you wash out the black into a grey illusion. We’re all on the same page here; we should keep it that way.”

You looked away and down, trying your best to avoid all forms of eye contact. The tension in the studio had shifted from joivial to awkward and angry. Even after the interview had ended and you’d taken the silly string off the atmosphere was still uncomfortable and you couldn’t bear to be in it any longer so you nodded quickly at the strings of apologies from everyone in the studio with you.

Just like back at the apartment, Jin took full control, ushering you out with a firm hand on your upper back, walking swiftly out the door.

Once you were in the taxi out of earshot away from your paparazzi problems, you exhaled loudly with a sort of groan, resting your head on his shoulder, looking up into Jin’s endless black orbs.

“You didn’t have to do that.” you began softly, making him roll his eyes. “But thank you,” you looked up to him again, “I mean it, Jin. That meant a lot.” now he smiled softly, kissing your head, “Anything for you, Jagi. I love you.” you closed your eyes and said, “I love you too,” quietly back.

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Anxiety Attack-Jimin

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Your breaths came in short bursts as you let yourself crumple to the floor. The room around you started to spin as tears flooded down your cheeks, your phone still in your hand. Through your blurry vision you watched as Jimin forced the door open, stopping in his tracks before running to kneel down in front of you.

You had called Jimin a few minutes ago. While he was at the dance studio he was able to pick up the phone which was playing your favourite song he had set as your ring tone. At first there was nothing but short gasps in answer to him repeating your name.

“It’s happening again.” You managed to squeak out, your voice breaking in the middle. Jimin’s heart dropped into his stomach as he realised what was happening, telling you he’d be there as soon as he can.

Jimin had to stop suddenly as he took in the scene in front of him. You were leant against the wall, your knees tucked up, your arms around them, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him, papers surrounding you. Jimin ran to you, carefully avoiding as much paper as he could, trying not to make the situation worse. Kneeling down in front of you, he took a hand in his.

“Y/N,” Jimin softly spoke, his heart breaking as you looked up at him with wide tear filled eyes. “I want you to breathe with me.” Jimin spoke before starting slow deep breaths, keeping eye contact with you as you slowly joined in. He gave a soft smile as your breathing started to slow. “That’s it. You’re doing great. Remember I’m here, you’re not alone.” Looking up at him you mustered up a small smile, watching him breathe in and out slowly, trying to mimic it the best you could do in your panicked state.

“Can you name five things in the room?” Jimin asked softly, watching as you looked around the room before listing things off.

“Sofa, TV, lamp, bookshelf, pictures.”

“That’s great.”

Jimin racked his brain as he tried to remember the techniques he had learnt from the book he had bought just recently.

“Did I tell you about the latest choreography?” Jimin asked, remembering another way to help was to distract you. Slowly you shook your head.

“We just started it earlier today, but Hoseok already knows it so he’s helping us. You’d like it, maybe I can teach you it later.” He gave an eager grin, watching as you smiled back, noticing your breathing had gone back to normal, and your tears had stopped.

“I’d like that.” You whispered, making Jimin grin, giving a light squeeze of your hand.

“Yeah? You should come with me tomorrow then.” Slowly you gave a nod, before giving a grateful smile.

~~~~~~

Jimin placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of you before joining you at the kitchen table.

“Thank you.”

“It’s just hot chocolate.” Jimin shrugged, trying to pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“No, thank you for helping me.”

“Of course I’d help you.”

“How did you know what to do?” You asked, curious of how well he dealt with the first one he saw.

“I might have bought a book on how to help people with anxiety when you told me you had it.” Jimin mumbled, heat rushing to his cheeks. Grinning, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek before softly saying,

“Thank you.”

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 3.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 8,068

warnings/includes (!) tiniest mention of abortion, mentions of unprotected sex

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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When Yuna heard what had happened she was ready to storm the AGS building.

After Jin walked out, you had no other option but to call her and ask if she could come get you. She was beside herself by the time she arrived at the hospital, demanding to know what happened. You barely managed to explain the night’s events, but it didn’t matter, because as soon as she learned what Jin had done, you couldn’t get a word in edgeways. She was absolutely livid, pacing the room as she ranted. Exhausted, you didn’t want to cause a fuss. You felt bad enough as it was calling her so late on a weeknight, and you didn’t want her losing sleep over your problems.

Strangely enough, now that the shock of Jin’s disappearance had worn off, you felt almost calm. The furious ball of anxiety inside your chest had diminished, and now all you wanted was to go home and climb into bed.

The doctor gave you a quick once over before you left and informed you to take one iron supplement each morning for the next two months. After that, you’d be due a check-up. Thanking her, you left with Yuna. Despite her insistence on spending the night, you told her to go home to Jimin, who was probably waiting up for her. Reluctantly, she listened, making you promise her you’d call in sick tomorrow. You hated having sick days, but this time it couldn’t be helped. You needed to rest and recuperate your body. You needed to be healthy for your baby.

You texted Namjoon before having a quick shower – wanting to clean the hospital smell off you immediately – and he responded straight away, despite it nearing one in the morning. You wondered if he had only just gotten back from drinks with Yoongi and Sera. The thought made you sad for a moment, imagining everyone else having a good time while you were…not. Still, Namjoon’s well wishes were nice to read.

Rest up, hope you feel better soon. Don’t worry about missing work 😳

(Although, you were positive he’d hit the wrong emoji.)

But his next message irritated you for some reason.

Yoongi did say he was worried you looked a little sick today.

You were either annoyed by people (read: Yoongi) talking about you behind your back, or annoyed at yourself for your heart doing a little flutter because of his concern. The fact of the matter was you had looked like shit at work today, and Yoongi – and probably everyone else – had noticed.

You headed to bed.

To your surprise, as soon as your head hit the pillow you knocked out and didn’t wake up until 11am. You were famished too, raiding your refrigerator and cupboards for something – anything – to eat. For the first time in nearly a week, you’d had a good night’s sleep and had felt hungry. It was great news, but also surprising. After everything that had happened last night, you thought you’d feel worse in the morning, but instead you felt lighter. All your stress had been down to one thing – one person – and now you knew where you stood with him, which was what you’d wanted all along.

You didn’t know Jin, never had, so technically speaking, nothing would be missing from your life. Granted, your baby wouldn’t know their father, but it didn’t matter. Not in this day and age. It wasn’t your fault. You had done the right thing and told him. Any guilt he might feel in the future would be down to him and him alone. You were guilt free. You kept telling yourself that.

You spent the rest of the day making sure to drink lots of water, resting up on the couch. Your first instinct had been to work on some designs, but you stopped yourself. You weren’t at work today, work didn’t exist. So instead, you browsed Netflix and decided to watch a show you’d been meaning to check out for the longest time. It felt nice to not do anything for once, and you tried not to think too hard, not wanting to ruin your relaxation time. However, soon enough, your mind wondered back to Jin, unable to stop yourself.

You might have been guilt free, but obviously you weren’t thought free…

You replayed what happened the night before. He had obviously been eager to see you again, impulsively inviting you out for dinner. Yuna was the one who had planted the initial seed: maybe he wanted a repeat of That Night, and while, yes, he had been rather forward – flirty, even – he hadn’t seemed pushy. He’d admitted he was nervous. Nervous? Around you? Although… your attitude had been a little off, so no wonder you’d put him on edge. You were nothing like how you’d acted That Night.

But, regardless of his intentions, sex or not, he had looked after you when you’d fainted, he’d driven you to the hospital, and then waited hours for you to wake up. He seemed like a good guy, so knowing he’d run off after hearing the news left you feeling a little… disappointed. One of the two things you hadn’t wanted to feel – and the second one wasn’t too far behind.

Yes, your anxiety had eased, but as the day wore on, and the more you thought, in its place grew another feeling, hurt.

But could you really blame him? You’d taken him by surprise. To want to disappear wasn’t an unthinkable reaction. You too, had wanted to run as far as your legs could carry you when you found out about your pregnancy – but obviously, you couldn’t. There was no escaping it. The baby was growing inside of you.

At the end of the day, you were the one who was left to deal with everything. He could go on with his life unaffected. The thought made you slightly bitter. You had come to terms with your pregnancy, however still nervous and scared, and now you were protective of your unborn child. Just imagining Jin getting on with his life as though nothing had happened was a stab to the gut. You wondered what he was doing right now? Maybe drafting some type of damage control plan afraid you were going to try and fleece him for all his money… You shook your head and told yourself not to be so dramatic. 1. He had no clue you knew he was a CEO, and 2. He wasn’t like that.

But then, how could you be certain? You didn’t know him at all.

Confused, and feeling strangely rejected, you secretly hoped he’d come around. If he needed time, you could give him that. Although, a heads up would have been nice. It was cruel to leave you in limbo like this. But how would he even contact you if he decided he wanted to talk? He knew less about you than you had him. In fact, the only key piece of information he knew was your first name, and that alone wasn’t very key. Well, he did know that you were a graphic designer and you worked nearby his building. Would that be enough to find you?

You knew one thing for sure, you weren’t going to go to him.

It was down to him now. It was his call.

Yuna insisted on spending the weekend with you, which you were actually thankful for. The distraction was nice – not to mention the company. Yuna and Jimin had become some sort of package deal since they’d met and gotten together, and while you’d long gotten used to it, and classed Jimin as a close friend now, it was nice to have your best friend all to yourself. It reminded you of university again – hanging out together, making food together, gossiping together… Although, the gossiping was more so ranting this weekend, the person in question obvious.

You understood why she was angry, but you didn’t want to think of Jin all weekend. For now, you’d just assume you were going it alone. It was easier than tormenting yourself with what if scenarios. What would be would be. Maybe you were destined to be a part of the co-parenting triad Yuna still liked to bring up.

After her fifth warning, Yuna finally shut up about ‘He Who Must Not Be Named This Weekend,’ and moved on to another topic: the baby.

Unbeknownst to Jimin, the wedding was being postponed so their little niece/nephew/glob could be included in the celebrations. The thought made you nervous. In just under nine months, you would be holding a baby in your arms, and you’d be an actual mother. A year after that, they’d be walking and starting to talk. Your life would be unimaginably different. The more you thought about it, the more you realised how unprepared you were. Yuna reassured you it was okay. These kinds of things weren’t instantaneous. Being a mother was a learning process – even after the baby was born, and for a long time after that, too. It had only been a week since you’d found out. No one was expecting you to be an expert straight away.

She had a point. But then again, she wasn’t the one facing impending motherhood right now.

It was part of your personality to want to be the best at something immediately, but motherhood would be different. The thought was unnerving, but you had to accept it. Glob was counting on you – and possibly only you if Jin never showed his face again.

When you woke up for work on Monday morning you felt a lot fresher than the week previous. The doctor had said the iron supplements would take at least a week to kick in, but the sleep you’d gotten had obviously righted your exhaustion, and you were no longer dehydrated. You felt a little awkward stepping inside the office, but no one really paid you much attention other than good morning greetings.

You had to keep remembering that you were the only one who knew you were pregnant. To others, you’d just been off work because you’d felt unwell, which was normal. Even for you, who rarely missed a day of work. Namjoon came by to tell you he was glad you were feeling better, and then soon after Yoongi mentioned how great it was to see your complexion back to normal. You tried to ignore how such a small comment made you feel, but it was nice that he’d noticed.

Work went by fairly slowly that day, but maybe it was because all you could think about was food. Mainly, a big, juicy cheeseburger – no, make that a double cheeseburger. Your appetite had come back with a vengeance. Just last night you had searched the overall symptoms of a person who was 5-6 weeks pregnant. Glob was now probably the size of a pea. Fatigue and anxiety aside, thankfully you hadn’t experienced any morning sickness yet. Maybe you’d be one of the lucky ones that didn’t suffer with it. That would be great, although it was still early days.

Instead, it seemed, you had turned ravenous.

By the time half 5 came around, you’d decided you were going to the nearest fast-food restaurant and taking your order home via taxi. The subway would only slow down your journey, and you were eager to eat as soon as possible. You were nearly through the office door when you heard your name being called. You turned to see Yoongi.

“Wait up, we’ll walk down together.”

You smiled, coming to halt, but then you caught sight of Sera beside him. Of course. They walked out together every day because Yoongi drove her to and from work. That’s how their romance had ‘bloomed’ – you’d heard the story countless times because Sera loved telling it.

“Doing anything interesting tonight?” Yoongi asked as they caught up to you. Sera linked her arm through his and smiled at you. It wasn’t the most believable of actions.

Ignoring her, you hit the button for the elevator. “I’ve been craving a greasy burger all day, so I’m on my way to get that and then do nothing all night.” Hearing yourself, you felt a little self-conscious. “Very boring, I know.”

“Not at all,” Yoongi was quick to dispute. “Sounds like my type of night.”

You grinned, unable to help it, and for a moment your eyes met, his gaze softening. There was always something so calming about his gaze. Supportive, encouraging… You could go on, but it would just be embarrassing. All three of you stepped inside the elevator, and Yoongi pressed the button for the ground floor.

“We’re having a quiet night in, aren’t we, Yoongi?” Sera’s voice morphed into that cutesy tone she often used when talking to him. You couldn’t tell if it was for his benefit or something else entirely. Did she think she was making you jealous?

Yoongi nodded and chuckled, glancing down at her, but she was looking at you, directing her next sentence your way.

“I love staying over his place. It’s so cosy, and his bed is like the biggest bed I’ve ever slept in.”

“Oh yeah?” you humoured her, stepping out first when the doors opened.

“It’s not that big, babe. You’re just small,” you heard Yoongi tell her fondly from behind you, and for some reason, that hurt a lot more than Sera’s poor attempt at provoking you.

You reached the main door to the building Artkive was located in and lifted your hand up to say goodbye. You went one way, while those two always went the other.

“See you tomorrow,” Yoongi said cheerfully, Sera giggling by his side as she cuddled up to him.

Sometimes you wondered what that felt like. Such a simple act of affection. It had been a long time since you’d experienced something like that, so long in fact, it was difficult to remember. Not that you wanted to remember the man who had been able to induce such a reaction from you. He had broken your heart after all.

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t recognise the person leaning against the wall of the adjacent building. You came to a sudden halt when you did, frozen with disbelief.

“____,” Jin said softly, standing straight. His expression was downcast and he looked visibly exhausted, but instead of feeling sorry for him, anger gathered in your chest.

After all the conflicting emotions you’d battled with on the weekend, it seemed fury had won.

“What do you want?” you bit, beginning to stomp off now that the shock had worn away.

“Can we please just talk for a moment?” He rushed after you, his voice low as you passed by throngs of people on their way home from work too. He obviously didn’t want to create a scene. You didn’t either come to think of it, glancing around in hopes that none of your co-workers were nearby.

“Ten minutes of your time,” he urged, managing to get in front of you. “Five minutes, even.”

You crossed your arms, aware you were in people’s way. Stepping to the side, just under the canopy of a patisserie, you stared at Jin with a clenched jaw. “Why should I?”

Inside, you told yourself not to be so stubborn. Hadn’t you agreed with yourself to give him time? To give him a chance? But seeing him now, stood in front of you with that stupid remorseful look on your face, you felt furious at him. How had he even found you?!

“Please, ____,” he pleaded. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I just want to explain.”

You didn’t reply, unsure what you wanted to say to be honest, but Jin took it as rejection.

“Please. Then you’re free to make whatever decision you want. I’ll respect it—” Stopping abruptly, his voice broke with emotion. “Of course I will.”

You wavered, noticing his eyes shiny with tears. Feeling awkward, you grabbed the shoulder strap of your purse. “Fine.”

Jin’s face lit up somewhat, hopeful, yet still hesitant.

“I’m grabbing a burger. Want one?”

You had to admit the image of Jin eating a messy burger dressed in a buttoned-up cardigan was pretty humorous. Even if you were mad at him. And even more so after he’d tried to pay for your food.

You hadn’t wanted to sit inside the noisy restaurant, but you didn’t have much of an option now. At least you got to eat sooner, though… You were so hungry, having craved this all day, you didn’t even care how you looked while you urgently tucked in. It was the complete opposite of how you ate your food Thursday night, but if Jin noticed he said nothing. Instead, he looked across at you warily. Shoving three fries into your mouth, you felt yourself growing irritated. He was the one that wanted to talk. No, actually, he was the one who needed to talk.

“How did you know where I worked?”

Jin glanced down, a guilty look on his face. “I saw your lanyard when I got your phone. Had to Google the building.”

Oh. You opened your mouth to reply, but paused, unsure what to say. Jin however, was continuing. It seemed like he’d finally gained the courage to explain himself.

“I’m truly sorry for running off and leaving you like that.” He looked into your eyes, his gaze serious as if he was desperate for you to see how sincere he was being. “I didn’t plan it, I want you to know that. I found the water cooler with every intention to come back and talk but I…” He let his eyes fall to the table as he trailed off, idly pulling a shred of lettuce out of his burger.

You kept watching his face, the process of demolishing your food slowing down. He was ashamed of himself, that much was obvious.

“I drunk a lot of water, and then I poured you some, but I just…” He looked at you again, sounding remorseful, defeated almost. “I freaked out, ____. I couldn’t think straight.”

Silence stretched between you as you processed what he was telling you. He wasn’t making excuses for himself, he was just being honest with you. Your anger simmered down.

“Jin,” you finally sighed, not wanting to make it this easy for him, but feeling bad for him either way. “Freaking out was to be expected. I took you by surprise telling you like that.” But he still shouldn’t have left without letting you know.

He nodded his head, mulling your words over. “But then… I don’t think there would have been an un-surprising way to tell me.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, fighting a smile. He had a point.

Letting out a breath, he ran a hand over his face. “I hate that that was one of your first impressions of me… Insensitive, heartless, just a terrible person in general… I could go on.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” you informed him, making his eyebrows lift slightly. “I don’t know you well enough to begin forming opinions on you.”

He had disappointed you and hurt you, and you had wondered briefly what kind of person he truly was, but it wasn’t fair to just write him off. He deserved a chance. He was here now. He knew what he’d done was shitty, that was obvious. Your baby deserved to know their father, you couldn’t tell him to leave you alone because your feelings had been hurt. Even though the thought had crossed your mind when you’d first seen him. However, it wasn’t about you now. You had to think of glob.

Jin shook his head. It seemed like he didn’t think he deserved your kindness. “I didn’t even ask how the baby was after you fainted. I just ran off like a fucking idiot. I left you stranded at the hospital.”

Hearing him swear was pretty refreshing, and it made you smile. As did it make you remember a few things from That Night. You were unstoppable it seemed, even during a situation like this.

“I wasn’t stranded,” you reassured, “and the baby is fine.” Your hand reflexively moved to your stomach underneath the table.

“And you?” Jin asked, looking relieved.

“I’m fine too. I was just stressed thinking of ways to find and tell you. I neglected my health, and I feel really guilty about it.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all,” he told you, frowning with concern. “It was a difficult situation to be in. I can’t even begin to imagine… and I didn’t make it any better.” He shook his head, as if to rid his thoughts. “You look a lot healthier.”

Unable to help it, you let out a small, definitely unattractive, snort. “Than the waxy, death warmed up me from Thursday night?”

Jin chuckled softly. “You said that, not me.” Then, he motioned to your forgotten burger and fries. “Eat your food, it’s going to get cold.”

Right. That’s why you’d come here. For a few minutes you both ate in silence, but it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable – despite everything. You were eating with a grovelling one-night stand, who had gotten you pregnant and then ran away once you’d dropped the news. You couldn’t make this stuff up. Fighting the urge to break into laughter, you covered your mouth with a napkin. As you glanced over at Jin, he smiled.

“I see you prefer greasy food over seafood. Noted.”

Your eyebrows shot up. What did that mean? Why did he need to remember that? Still, you politely replied. “I’m just so hungry I could eat a horse right now.”

“Is that like…some sort of craving thing?” He seemed slightly awkward to be asking such a thing. Not that you blamed him. This was new for him. New for you too, but you’d had longer to process.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I’m not too sure when cravings start.”

“I’ll look it up tonight,” he murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. Then, he met your eyes, confessing something sheepishly. “I don’t know much about babies or children. My brother has two, but being an uncle’s different, right?”

“I would imagine so.”

You wanted to tell him you didn’t know much either. You had still been quite young when your half-siblings had been born. The words wouldn’t come out though. Maybe you were acting too closed off again. You didn’t mean to. It just felt strange to talk like this with him. You now knew he had a brother. Was he older? Younger? Should you ask? Maybe it would come across as prying. He didn’t owe you any details about his life after all.

“How did you get home from the hospital?” Jin asked after a moment, saving you from your irrational thoughts.

“Oh, I called my friend.” You tried to sound casual, not wanting him to dwell on what he had done any longer.

It didn’t work.

“I really shouldn’t have left you,” he said quietly, crumpling a napkin in his fist.

“It’s fine, Jin,” you reassured, surprising yourself with how understanding you were being. Or maybe it wasn’t a surprise at all. Anger having faded, you were thinking clearly again. Privately you had been holding out for him to appear. You were happy he had. You gave him a little smile. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He returned the action, his tense shoulders relaxing. “I’m glad I’m here, too.” He leaned in, gaze steady. “I want to be here. For the baby. If you’ll have me.”

“You mean it?”

He nodded. “I spent the entire weekend thinking, going around and around. There was only one option.” He paused, holding your eyes with his. “I want to be a father to our baby. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. No questions asked.”

You felt your heart flutter, a strong wave of emotion washing over you. You didn’t realise how much you had wanted to hear that from him, and the fact that having the baby was the only option for him as well, no thought of an abortion. You felt instant relief. All those sleepless nights, all the anxiety and overthinking… This right here, in the middle of a crowded fast-food restaurant, was the perfect scenario. This was what you had wanted.

“Glob will be happy to hear that,” you said without thinking, an easy grin on your face.

Jin’s eyebrows pinched together, puzzled. “Glob?”

“Oh…right.”

Damn Yuna and her stupid nickname.

“Sorry. Yuna came up with that nickname when I found out and it’s just sort of stuck. Unfortunately.”

Wait. He didn’t even know who Yuna was.

“Yuna’s the one you were with that night, right?”

Or maybe he did. You remembered briefly talking about her That Night, but not if you’d mentioned her by name. You obviously had though, and he had a very good memory.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“And Glob is our baby,” he laughed.

The way he kept saying ‘our baby’ was making you feel strange (in a good way). He said it so freely, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Okay, it’s a weird nickname, but I can get on board with it,” he continued to laugh.

You joined in before sipping your drink. For the first time in over a week you felt relaxed.

Jin brought a fry to his mouth, and glanced at you, his plump lips curving into a smile. Then he shook his head slightly, beginning to eat.

“What?”

He smiled wider. It really was a devastating smile. It made him even more handsome. “It’s nothing, I just…” His face contorted for a moment before he carried on. “I was terrified you’d hate me. I had no other way of contacting you, so I had to wait until today. I thought it would be too late…”

“Late would have been a few weeks from now,” you replied simply.

He looked at you carefully, smiling again, and then said in a joking tone: “You’re pretty intimidating, do you know that?”

“Me?” you laughed in disbelief. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Just like that night…”

Your gazes held for a moment before you averted yours, brushing him off. “You’re obviously very easily intimidated then.”

He shrugged casually. You could feel him staring at you, but you didn’t look him in the eyes again. “Only when it comes to very beautiful women.”

You face heated up immediately. What the hell? Was he flirting with you again? Despite everything that had happened? You cleared your throat, deciding not to reply. There was no fitting response to that anyway. But he had very noticeably embarrassed you, so he probably didn’t need one.

A few moments later, his tone was serious again, gentle and earnest. “I’m just so thankful you’ve given me a chance.”

You found the courage to look him in the eyes, staring at him pointedly. “Just promise not to run off again?”

He began to laugh, knowing you were teasing him. “I promise.” It was a unique sound, sort of dorky. You hadn’t heard it during That Night.

“Can I just ask something?” you said, again feigning seriousness. Jin’s expression shifted and he nodded. “Be honest. Was it payback for when I did the same?”

This time you laughed with him. Maybe you were giddy with the good news. You hadn’t laughed properly for days.

“You’ve taken this a lot better than I expected,” you mused, which earned you a ‘REALLY?’ look from him. You laughed harder. Okay, you’d meant after he’d run off. He seemed to have processed the news fairly easily after the initial shock. It was a pleasant surprise, but still… You had not been expecting it.

Jin gave you a small smile. “It was a rough couple of days, not gonna lie, but it…it was mostly down to guilt for leaving you.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond. “It still feels surreal, don’t get me wrong, but, it happened. It’s happening. I’m going to be a dad.” His smile grew proud.

You looked down at the table, his happiness overwhelming you. Surreal, indeed. “Hey, I was thinking…” you started awkwardly. “We could take a paternity test, if you like. If you want to know for sure—”

“Oh god, no,” he stopped you, looking mortified. “That stupid question I asked you back at the hospital, ignore it. I was… I was being an idiot.”

You regarded him carefully. It wasn’t that stupid a question. It had momentarily offended you, yes, but in his defence, you were a complete stranger to him. How could he be so sure the baby was his? It was, obviously, but only you knew that for certain. He was very trusting. Naïve, maybe, but then you remembered he was the CEO of a successful gaming company. Something he didn’t know you knew yet.

“Okay, well, either way,” you replied, “you’re definitely the father. I haven’t slept with anyone else.” In a long time, you finished off in your head. “And while we’re on the topic,” – you looked around, careful to keep your voice low – “I really was on birth control. I don’t want you to think I was lying when I said that. I don’t know what happened for certain, and I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry,” he frowned, his tone just as quiet as he leaned in. “I chose not to wear a condom, right? I could have easily gotten one.”

It struck you then how odd this conversation was to have in such a crowded place. It was comical actually. At least your table wasn’t attached to someone else’s, in fear of being overheard.

“These things happen,” Jin continued, “and we shouldn’t be sorry, because now we-we’ve…” He trailed off, chuckling awkwardly. “Ah,” he tried again, “we’ve created… —What’s a non-cheesy way to say this?”

“We made a baby?” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “We’ve created another human.”

You grimaced. “Don’t scare me. I’m the one that’s going to be carrying said new human around for 9 months.”

That made him laugh, and for some reason it made you feel good. You had made him laugh quite a lot That Night. He’d made you laugh too…

“Sorry,” he apologised, hands up. Your eyes fell to his forearms – he’d rolled up his sleeves to eat. No man should look that good in a cardigan. “So…have you told anyone else yet?”

His question interrupted your pointless observations. “Besides Yuna, no. I wanted you to know as soon as possible, and to be honest, the thought of telling my family is a little…” – you gritted your teeth together, shuddering – “given the situation.”

“No, I get it. I doubt it’s what your parents want to hear, really. Knocked up by a stranger…”

You laughed softly. He’d hit the nail on the head… Amongst other things. “What about you?”

Jin looked down. “I didn’t think it was appropriate to start telling people, what with the way I reacted.”

“You should tell someone you’re close with at least,” you suggested gently. “It’s your news too. And… we all need someone to be there for us.”

Despite Yuna’s lack of tact most of the time, she was the closest person to you, and that would never change. Without her, these past couple of days included, you wouldn’t know where you’d be. She’d always been there for you. Jin had to have somebody like that in his life, right?

He looked up at your words, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but then he stopped himself, swallowing before nodding in agreement. “You know,” he said after a couple of seconds. “We should probably start getting to know one another properly now.”

“We should,” you agreed, smiling a little. You needed to stop being strangers. “You already know my name, age – if you remember. it?”

He had told you his age too, but it wasn’t until you’d seen it online had you been reminded. It had been your mission to completely forget about That Night before you found out you were pregnant. Now you felt guilty.

“I do,” he chuckled. “I remember everything you said to me.”

Ignoring the potential subtext of his words – and ignoring the way your cheeks grew hot – you continued listing things off. “My place of work… My best friend’s name… That I may or may not have cravings for greasy food now… Which by the way, nobody knows but you.”

“I consider myself blessed.”

Your mouth quirked up. “What about you?

“Name, age,” – he lifted up his fingers as he reeled things off – “I’m not big on greasy food, to be honest.” Yet he had eaten some with you. “I have two best friends. Hoseok and Jungkook.”

You repeated the names inside your mind, hoping to remember them, and happy to learn he did in fact have people he could confide in.

“And hey, uh,” he chuckled uneasily, attempting to look you in the eyes but failing. “This is awkward, but I, um, I told you I worked at AGS, right?”

You knew what was coming immediately, almost wanting to rush in and put him out of his misery, but then you would have to admit to Googling him. So instead, you nodded.

“Well, I,” he stopped to swallow, and then gave another awkward chuckle. “I, uh…I actually own AGS.” He managed to make eye contact. “I’m the CEO.”

“I know,” you admitted. He was looking so guilt ridden, you couldn’t not. “Well, I knew you were the CEO, but I didn’t know you actually owned the company.”

They were most of the time different things. Especially if the business was successful – and not to mention sizeable. He’d created a gaming company? Impressive. Actually, you were stunned to be quite honest, too many questions on the tip of your tongue, but you held back because: 1. You didn’t want to appear nosey and 2. He was looking completely baffled right now.

“How did you know?”

You pushed away your mortification in a bid to explain yourself. Although, if you thought about it, Googling him hadn’t been so bizarre. He had searched Artkive too, to find out where it was located. Granted, you were just an average employer, with zero web presence, so if he had looked up your name, all he would have found were barely updated social media profiles, but still. He’d found you via the Internet. Just like you had found him.

You gave him the condensed version but made sure to mention your daily stakeouts from inside Café Cosy and the humiliating phone call with front desk. That was how you’d found out he was the CEO after all.

“Oh, god,” he said through a slight laugh. “I’m sorry. That sounds so awkward.”

“It was!” you exclaimed, a laugh of your own escaping. You were glad to see the funny side now. Last week it had been anything but. Regarding him, you narrowed your eyes. “Do you make it a habit of sleeping with people and then getting your receptionist to palm them off?”

Jin chuckled, but his face had turned a little red. Was he embarrassed that you’d teased him? “No, I already said that night was a one off for me.”

Either way, his ‘that night’ sounded very different to your ‘That Night.’ He said it a lot more casually, while you on the other hand, only had to think those two words before you got flustered as the memories immediately appeared once again.

“But I am sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged. “I just thought it was a safety precaution.”

“Safety precaution?” He seemed lost.

“Well, yeah, so you don’t have people throwing themselves at you left and right,” you explained awkwardly.

He snorted, surprising you. “I’ve never experienced that before.” You raised an eyebrow, sceptical. He was obviously rich and looked like that. You had your doubts he was telling the truth. “Really,” he laughed, before turning bashful. “I just… I didn’t want to make it seem as though I was bragging.”

Surprised by how genuine he sounded, you smiled. “Alright, well don’t worry, because I won’t try to extort you for all your money now that I know.”

You probably didn’t know him well enough to joke around like that, but he seemed to find it funny, laughing again.

“That’s good to know. Although… I mean, our baby can have whatever they want – and you, too.” He held your gaze. “I’ll look after you both.”

Speechless, your mouth opened and then closed again. What could you say to that? It wasn’t something you’d particularly thought about, but in hindsight, maybe you should have. To save you from this awkward moment. Should you be offended? Or thankful for his generosity? Or maybe you should just not feel anything at all… Despite not being interested in his money, it only made sense he would want to help you out. You didn’t need it personally, but his baby would.

“Let’s just get to that as it comes,” you replied finally, not wanting to get into it right now.

“Sure.” Jin sat back, shaking his head at himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

“It wasn’t awkward until you said that.” At your words he looked up, stricken – and then he saw your grin. “I’m kidding!”

He relaxed a little, chuckling under his breath.

After your conversation gradually drew to a close, Jin offered to drive you home, and you gladly accepted. His car was still parked at his office so you walked together, making small talk as you went. You already felt a lot more relaxed around him, which probably shouldn’t be that surprising, really. He’d made you feel relaxed enough to sleep with him That Night. There was a friendliness about him, a warmth. A major positive considering you were going to parent together. Thinking this, you smiled to yourself. Despite all your worries these past 10 days or so, it was clear to see now that Jin would have no problem stepping up. He was a good person, and even though you hardly knew him, you were confident he’d be a good father.

Catching you, Jin asked: “What’s that smile for?”

For a moment, you recalled him asking you the exact same thing as you raced to the nearest hotel. You had been smiling from sheer anticipation and excitement then, and now… Well, you guessed you were still feeling both those things, but in a different way now…

“Nothing,” you smiled harder. “Today’s just turned out to be a good day, that’s all.”

His own smile grew as he agreed. “Yeah, it has.”

Jin’s car was nice, to put it simply. You’d been too out of it to pay attention last time. You didn’t need to know one thing about cars (no, but really, you didn’t even know how to drive) to understand this thing was expensive. The rich smell of leather was more than enough, and you vaguely remembered curling up in the passenger’s seat as sleep overcame you a few awful nights ago. You smiled again. Jin had been kind then too, driving you to the hospital and staying with you…

Parked outside your home, you exchanged numbers, Jin assuring you he would keep in contact often. He led a busy life, but he promised you he’d be there at the drop of a hat if you needed something. More than thankful, you made movements to exit his car, but he called you back suddenly.

“You know what you said earlier?”

“Hm?” you wondered, needing him to be specific.

He looked down, a little awkward. “About we all need someone to be there for us?”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see.

He hesitated. “Well, I’m just putting it out there,” – he looked at you again, something unreadable in his eyes – “but I can… We can be there for one another, if you’d like to try.”

You stared at him blankly, confused by what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled uneasily and rubbed his face. “Sorry, I’m terrible at this stuff.” Taking a breath, as if he was attempting to gain courage, he spoke in a rush. “I mean, if you want to, we could try and see where this goes. It’s backward I know—”

“No,” you cut in, completely taken aback. Then, belatedly, seeing the look on his face, you realised how rude you’d sounded. Tongue-tied, you tried to explain yourself. “I don’t expect that, Jin,” you managed finally. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to give more than you need to.”

“I don’t feel like th—”

“I know this isn’t the ideal scenario,” you continued, aware you were talking over him but couldn’t stop. “We’re practically strangers and hardly know anything about one another except the bare minimum, but we’ll work it out.” You smiled at him. “Just knowing you want to be involved means the world to me. I don’t expect you to step up like…that.” When he didn’t respond you prompted softly: “Okay?”

Jin stared at you for a moment before averting his gaze and chuckling softly. “Yeah… Ha, that was kind of presumptuous of me. I’m sorry.” He sounded embarrassed.

“No,” you replied. “It wasn’t. It was actually really nice.” Hearing that, he glanced at you curiously. “But I’m not looking for that, and I imagine neither are you.” Then, you chuckled. “Trying to have a relationship with the stranger carrying your baby is just… I doubt you really want to do that.”

“You’re not a stranger,” he insisted with a frown. “Not anymore.”

You sighed softly. “I guess. I just… I want our baby to have the happiest life. Happy parents make a happy baby. The last thing we should do is force something that we don’t really want.”

Jin opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but closed it again. You took his silence as agreement.

“We’ll get this co-parenting thing down, I know we will,” you grinned encouragingly.

He grinned back, glancing down. “Yeah, of course we will.”

Opening the car door again, you stepped out.

“Bye, ____.”

“Bye, Jin.” You turned back to him. “Thanks for the ride home.”

Nodding his head, he gave you a wave. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” he called as you closed the door behind you.

You gave him your fast becoming popular two thumbs up and internally cringed at yourself as you rushed inside your house.

Seokjin stayed parked up for a few minutes after you left, processing everything that had just happened. He could feel the embarrassment hot against his face. Thankfully, he didn’t think you’d noticed.

Running a hand through his hair, he hung his head. What the hell were you thinking, you fool, he chided himself. Why had he suggested something like that? So out of the blue?

Things were different from how they were a few days ago – finding out he was going to be a father aside. On Thursday, when he’d seen you at Café Cosy, he felt as though it was a sign from the universe. All his wildest dreams come true. The dormant romantic in him finally able to celebrate. He had spent the three weeks previous unable to stop thinking about you. Wishing he’d woken up before you, regretting that he’d never asked where you worked, imagining bumping into you in the street… The list went on, and it was very long one. He had felt as though he was losing his mind. Even Hoseok and Jungkook were baffled by his infatuation.

Seokjin couldn’t explain it. You’d come out of nowhere and then disappeared just as quick, but you had lingered there, in his mind, in his body…

For him, that night had been amazing because your chemistry together had been unexplainable. And not only sexually, although truthfully, it had been one of the deciding factors – he’d never been so turned on in his entire life as he had been around you. But regardless of that, there was a spark there, sex or not. He had never felt a connection like it, and he didn’t care if he was being dramatic. His mother had been trying to find him the perfect match for years, yet he had never been interested enough to see if it could happen. To believe that it could happen.

And then you’d come along and knocked him for six.

However, it seemed like he was the only one who felt like that. Which is why you had left before he’d had a chance to wake up. Bottom line was, you hadn’t wanted to see him again, and the only reason that didn’t work out was because you were now pregnant with his baby. He had to accept that to be able to stop the way he’d been feeling for the past month. In a moment of weakness, the situation still very unreal, he’d made an idiot out of himself and awkwardly put you on the spot.

What was he expecting to happen? You’d agree to his crazy proposal and you’d start dating and fall in love? Jesus, he needed a good night’s sleep just to clear his mind. You still saw him as a stranger, for crying out loud.

Although, what you said had made complete and utter sense. Forcing something between the two of you would be a disaster. It would only ruin things if it didn’t work out. But then… he hadn’t been suggesting you begin a relationship immediately. He had just wanted to give it a chance, to see where it could lead if you both opened up to the possibility. He was just terrible at explaining things, despite being a successful businessman. Or maybe he was just terrible at love… Maybe all these years of being single had addled his brain. A single one-night stand and he thought it was the love story of the century.

He let his head fall back against the headrest, feeling at a loss. This wasn’t how he’d imagined having his first child, and he doubted you thought any different. Whenever he’d imagined having his own family someday, he was married and in love. Although, these days, for the longest time actually, the idea of a family felt as though it was out of reach. Work had become his life a long time ago, leaving little to no room for relationships and love – not that he had much desire for it back in the early years. Now? Now, he was getting older and realising making money wasn’t the be-all end-all of life. Although, pompously, maybe he could say that now he’d made his fortune.

With a sigh, he started up the car. He had more important things to concentrate on now, instead of worrying about his ego getting a bashing from you. He was having a baby. He was going to be a dad. Technically, he was already one – in the making – right now. He needed to put his all into it, his guilty conscious still there after he’d left you at the hospital. No matter how many times he said sorry, words were just that. He needed to show you with actions.

He admired you so much, confusing feelings aside. He had run off and abandoned you when you’d needed him the most and yet you had given him another chance so easily. He was aware he didn’t deserve it, but beyond thankful that you had heard him out. He knew without a doubt this entire situation had been – and was – so much harder for you than him. He couldn’t begin to imagine the stress you’d been under since you’d found out the news, and he had only made that worse when he’d left you. He’d made you believe that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby when that wasn’t the case.

He was serious about this, no matter the slight shock he was still in.

He wanted this, no matter how it was.

Sometimes life didn’t work out how people imagined it to, and that was all right.

He had always been an adapter, a hard worker.

And he would work hard not to be a stranger to you anymore…

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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the eros pact | kth | part five

◦ pairing :: kim taehyung x female reader

◦ rating :: 18+

◦ genre :: mature content, angst, smut, roommate!au

◦ word count :: 2.8k

◦ chapter warnings :: seokjin is low-key possessive, mentioning of marking, major pda, a little bit of voyeurism, public sex, oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex ( alternative bc mentioned ), creampie

◦ tags :: @yoontaethings @pixievelour @jeonpendejo @sxtaep @enchantaeduniverse

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Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked alongside Taehyung. You held onto his arm tightly, trying to transfer your nervous state to him instead. It was the first time you were going out since the pact had been made. The first time you were going to see Seokjin.

Normally, your nerves could easily be pushed to the side. Excitement to see his face outweighed the anxiety. But now, there was little excitement and all nerves. Could it have to do with the fact you were imagining his lips were on you in place of Taehyung’s? Or maybe because you thought of him as Taehyung filled you with every inch of himself.

What if he found out that the fading love marks on your neck were from another man? What if he found out that they were from your best friend? Your heart slowly began to quicken as your mind filled with these what if’s. The grip on Taehyung’s arm tightened, almost cutting the circulation to his hand.

He stopped walking, causing you to stop as well. You stared straight at his chest, pretending to take in the details of his satin shirt when you were really just losing yourself to anxiety. You felt a finger on your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet with his.

“Stop overthinking.” He said calmly. “You’ll be fine. And if they suspect something, let them. They’ve spent all these years gossiping about us being a thing, and that’s not gonna change.”

Your tinted red lips formed into a pout. “But…”

“Nope. We’re gonna go in there and act as if nothing has changed. And everything is going to be fine.”

With the pout still etched on your lips, you nodded. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you inside of the lounge. It was a place your friend group found a couple of years ago and frequented since then. The food was good, and the drinks were cheap. There was no reason to not continue coming back.

You hid your frame behind Taehyung’s, peeking out once he came to a stop. Your heart pounded so hard that you could hear the thudding in your ears over the music. You said your hello’s as your eyes finally landed on Seokjin.

And boy, did he look better than ever.

His dark hair messily laid in front of your eyes as your gaze met. He smiled as he greeted you. You swore you didn’t know what love was until the day you saw him smile.

It brought you back to the night you first met. Never would you have thought that stumbling into him at one of Taehyung’s famous house parties would change your life for the better. He was so kind, helping your drunken body to the nearest couch. Then he sat with you all night, steering you away from any suspicious men who wanted to take advantage of your state. He only left when he knew you were safe with Taehyung.

A nudge from Taehyung prompted you to wave back as you slid into the barstool. It was wrong of you to drool over the man while his girlfriend sat right next to him. Her arm linked with his, publicly letting everyone know he’s off of the market.

It should’ve been your arm around his.

Your lips barely grazed his earlobe as you whispered sweet nothings to him.

You deserved that spot.

The conversation proceeded as normal. Everyone caught up with each other and told stories about their past week. As you consumed alcohol, the nerves melted away. You grew more comfortable and worried less about the fading purple bruises littered on your skin.

Seokjin took notice of these marks, though, only raising an eyebrow briefly before dropping it. He assumed you gave up on hiatus from hookups and got some attention finally. Not that it concerned him. Who cared if you had another’s lips pressed to your skin as you made a symphony of noises for them.

He sure didn’t.

You looked different to him, for some reason. Your skin was glowing as you laughed and leaned into Taehyung. Why did he suddenly hate that you were so close to him? He drowned these thoughts with shots of vodka. He drank until his mind filled with something else. There should be no reason why these feelings were popping up. He was completely satisfied with the woman that sat next to him.

You didn’t notice as the couple snuck away from the table, too engulfed in an intense game of thumb wrestling with Taehyung. He chuckled as he watched your minuscule thumb try to attack his and pin it down. He knew he could easily beat you within seconds, but maybe he just wanted a reason to hold your hand.

After a few moments of uncoordinated wiggling from your finger, he finally let you win. You threw your arms up in the air, giggling as you stared at the man with a proud grin. He shook his head, your smile infecting him and causing his own to grow. Your red-tinted lips tempted him to lean in and steal a kiss. And he almost went for it, if it wasn’t for the sudden realization where he was. He turned away from you, opting to put his lips on a swig of beer for the time being.

Your smile slowly faded as you looked down at your drink. Stirring the liquid inside with a small red straw, you looked up in hopes to steal a glance from Seokjin, but he and his girlfriend were missing from the table. Your brows furrowed as your eyes scanned the room for the couple. They normally don’t leave unannounced.

Then you spotted them, across the room on a couch.

Seokjin was making out heavily with his girlfriend. She was on top of him, sat in his lap, as they shared an alcohol-filled kiss. This was right in your line of view like Seokjin purposely picked that specific spot just so you can watch.

And that you did.

You watched the passion-filled kiss they shared. You imagined yourself in her place, with his hands holding onto your ass with the tightest of grips as your hips worked their way against his throbbing cock.

You stared shamelessly, a warmth growing between your legs as fantasies clouded your mind. You needed to do something about this now before you resorted to discreetly rubbing your thighs together.

“Taehyung…” You whispered while leaning over towards him. Your eyes didn’t leave the couple for one second.

He took the final sip of his beer, placing the empty bottle on the table before he glanced down at you. “Hm?”

“Peaches.”

He furrowed his brows. Why would you call peaches in a public place? It was something neither of you discussed because the chance of it happening was so slim. He expected both of you to at least have the ability to keep it together outside, letting the energy pent up until you got home. But then he followed your line of sight, and it clicked for him. You were being fueled by Seokjin’s public display of affection.

He didn’t question it, just slid out of his barstool before taking your hand in his and pulling you off your own. He leads you through the sea of people. Your next destination was the bathroom.

But you didn’t see Seokjin pulling away from his lover, catching a glimpse of you two sneaking off somewhere. His brows furrowed as well. Everyone in the friend group knew you were head over heels for him, so what were you doing running off with Taehyung?

“No fucking way.” He mumbled to himself. The girl in his lap heard, removing her head from being buried in his neck.

She looked at the man before glancing at what he was staring at. “Aw!” She cooed, returning her gaze to him. “You think they’re finally together?”

As Taehyung pulled you into the bathroom, Seokjin had to force a smile on his face.

“I hope so.”

He lied through his teeth. Little did you know, you were solely Seokjin’s. Your awkwardness amused him. How your cheeks turned the shade of cherry red, and how your words would come out a fumbled mess. That was his. And now, his mind was soiled with the image of you under Taehyung, loving you so well that your flushed cheeks and fumbled words belonged to him.

And that couldn’t happen.

The door barely shut before you grabbed Taehyung by his shirt and pulled him into you. Lips crashed into yours as drunken giggles escaped through the spaces in between. Your fingers eagerly started working on his belt as he guided you further into the bathroom.

Your butt hit the counter of the sink as you broke the kiss. He hasn’t seen you this eager to mess around since the pact was started. Honestly, it was kind of hot. The wide smile on your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans made his member throb. He watched as you lowered yourself to a crouching position, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you yanked the tight material down his thighs.

You pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down just enough for his member to spring out. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dark pink tip oozing out clear precum. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft as you took his throbbing tip into your mouth. He emitted a low groan as he marveled at the sight. You worked your hand in sync with your mouth, moving back and forth as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

As your head bobbed on his member, he had to bite down on his lip to keep back the sounds of pleasure. And when you suddenly decided to take all of his length into your mouth, having his tip pressed against the back of your throat, he damn near lost his cool. His hand found the back of your head, holding you in place for longer. You hummed contently. The vibrations from your throat made his eyes roll back for a moment before he released you.

When you pulled off, you let out a deep breath. You used your hand to stroke him quickly, using your own spit as lube as you focused on his tip. You looked up at him, eyes swirling with lust as he crumbled in your palms. He couldn’t wait any longer, dying to feel your walls sucking him in. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you onto your feet.

His lips placed a messy kiss to your mouth, tongues sloppily gliding past each other. He started to inch your dress up over your hips before pulling away.

“Do you… have a… condom?” He asked as his lips latched onto your neck.

“Nope.” You answered simply before squeaking when his lips found your weakest spot.

Prepared to have another hickey on your neck, deciding to address the rumors that will sprout from it at a later time, your eyes fluttered shut. You waited for his lips to suckle against your skin, but it never happened. Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you, worry over his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“No condom?”

“So?” Your fingers wrapped around his now softening member, which suddenly perked up because of the attention. You loved the feeling of it stiffening between your fingers.

“So?!” Taehyung was trying hard to think logically, but the way your soft hands stroked him made it feel like a losing battle. “I… What if—”

“You��re not fucking anyone else, are you?” You leaned in to press your lips against his neck. “I know I’m not,” you whispered into his ear before lightly sucking on his lobe.

You were gonna drive him insane.

“And you know I’m on the pill.” You added before pulling back to look at him. He swore he could drown in your eyes, so sultry and yet so innocent.

“I’m dying to feel you inside of me. I want you to fill every inch of me.” You purred, gathering the precum from his tip onto your fingertips. You stuck it in your mouth, savoring at the bittersweet taste on your tongue.

Any logic he had left instantly left his mind. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. He rolled up your dress until your ass was visible, taking a moment to grip at your flesh. You yelped at his sudden roughness, feeling him pull down your panties in one swoop.

“Oh my god,” he exhaled as his fingers glided against your sopping slits. You shivered at the touch, impatiently pressing yourself into his fingers.

“You’re so wet already.” He whispered as you gathered your hair and pulled it to one side. He kissed at your newly exposed skin as your eyes locked in the mirror. Seeing him behind you, anticipating what was coming next. Your jaws dropped in unison as Taehyung pushed his throbbing cock into you.

You gripped onto the counter tightly, eyes fluttering close as the feeling of skin on skin rushed a wave of pleasure into you. It was something different, unmatchable to using a condom. You leaned forward a little more, yearning for more of that addictive feeling.

With a tight grip on your hips, Taehyung snapped into you. You were already warmed up, just aching to be touched. There was no reason to go slow, especially with your friends outside waiting for both of you.

You forgot where you were, moaning loudly as his member dug deep inside of you. This caused Taehyung to quickly cover your mouth with his hand, hushing you quietly. He continued his ruthless attack, easily pressing against your cervix with each thrust.

Your walls convulsed around him briefly. How were you already so close? Was it the setting? Or the fact that you were provided with some real-life fuel? Whatever it was had you close and then over the edge within a few thrusts, causing you to whimper into his hand. His thrust slowed, feeling your walls tighten around him with no barrier could’ve put him in his own orgasm.

He removed his hand from your mouth, gluing it to your hip instead to stable himself. He circled his hips, remaining deep inside of you as his eyes shut tightly.

“God,” he groaned before increasing the speed of his hips again.

The was a hard knock on the door, pulling you out of your mind and into reality. Your walls tightened around him as your body stiffened. Your walls sucked him in, causing his hips to stop briefly.

“Occupied!” He huffed out. His hand guided you down until you were laying against the counter. He gathered up your hair with the same hand and pulled it lightly, just enough to create an arch in your back.

This angle provided perfect access to your spot, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you whimpered underneath him. He snapped into you ruthlessly, his hips growing sloppier by each thrust.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He rasped out, staring down at the view you provided him.

“Inside of me.”

His hips stopped, pushing deep inside of you as his tip pressed into your cervix. You moaned, the prolonged pressure causing a shiver to dance along your spine.

“What?”

He had no idea what had gotten into you tonight. First, calling peaches in public, then going raw, and now finishing inside of you? You had an underlying freaky side that he was dying to see.

You mewled, turning your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eyes as you slowly move your hips forward, then back on his cock. You continued until you had a steady pace, imagining him as your dildo that suctioned to the wall. The sight alone made his length throb inside of you. And in unison with your hips fucking him back, he didn’t know how long he was going to delay this orgasm.

“Please fill me up. I wanna feel your cum inside of me.”

“Ah, fuck,” was all he was about to get out as he tightly gripped your ass. You could feel his cock throbbing as he spilled his warm liquid inside of you. You moaned contently, speeding up the pace of your hips to make sure you got every drop from him. He almost doubled over, leaning forward to firmly place his hand on the counter to hold up his weakening legs. You giggled innocently at the sight before stopping.

He slowly withdrew himself from you. His cock was so sensitive from your actions that it stung a little. When he was fully out, he heard the small drops of his cum leaking out of you and hitting the floor. He worked quickly to clean you up before himself. You both dressed and fixed yourselves before your eyes met.

“You’re a little freak,” he teased with a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. You grabbed Taehyung's shirt again, pulling him down for one last kiss.

“But you love it.” You mumbled against his lips.

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‣ arranged marriage

‣ assassin

‣ bad boy

‣ band

‣ best friend

‣ best friend’s brother

‣ brother’s best friend

‣bodyguard

Uptown Girl by @seokjinish Pairing: bodyguard!seokjin x princess!reader Genre: romance + smut + angst + fluff Word Count: 16.4k Summary: after the biggest royal screw up with your previous bodyguard, you are assigned a new one. you’d never had such a hard time befriending someone who worked for you. Warnings: mentions of kidnapping + controlling parents + mentions of throwing up + unprotected sex + car sex + lowkey soft dom!jin (very lowkey) + mentions of reader x jimin

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‣ childhood friend

‣ Christmas

Final Sleigh by @floralseokjin You took an (almost) immediate dislike to Seokjin during his first week at the office and six months later that distaste is not only still going strong, but also mutual. Working in sales, you view one another as competition, so what happens when you’re forced to organise the Christmas office party together? It’s a recipe for disaster, but one thing’s for sure, it doesn’t end the way you imagined it… (Spoiler alert: you don’t wind up murdering him.) au/genre/warnings; workplace/office au, enemies/rivals to lovers, starts off as a holiday au but drabbles further develop the story, rom-com, hoseok, namjoon, jungkook and yoongi make appearances, smut; drunk grinding, drunk kissing, workplace (oral) sex, storeroom (oral) sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, jin has a big dick (obv) words; 23,363

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Winter Solace by @floralseokjin pairing; kim seokjin x f reader genre; strangers to friends to lovers, neighbours to lovers, slow burn, holiday & new year, divorced! reader, romance, minor/moderate angst, smut (excessive amounts of kissing, oral sex (female receiving), big dick talk, protected sex) words; 27,066 After a difficult few months (and years), a fresh start in a new city is both equal parts thrilling and terrifying, but you’re determined to make it work. It’s just you and your dog-sized cat Nox, ready to take on the world. Of course along the way there are ups, and there are downs. The main down being you’re short on cash after the big move, unable to spend Christmas with your family. The main up is your kind and thoughtful neighbour who offers to celebrate the holiday with you, despite not being a fan of it himself… trigger warning (!) this story contains talk of a past emotionally manipulative/abusive relationship. It also contains mentions of anxiety, depression and loneliness.

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‣ college

‣ co-workers

‣ enemies to lovers

Mistakes and Retakes by @yoonia Characters / Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader Genre | Enemy to Lovers!au, smut, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint a little Word count | 18,5k words Summary | You hate to admit it, but making bad decisions and being reckless seems to be your forte. From saying yes to a last-minute meeting to ignoring your father’s warning about driving late at night on a slippery road. As if you haven’t gotten enough bad luck already, your high school nemesis decides to be a hero and comes to the rescue. Santa must have placed you in his naughty list for a dire punishment before Christmas. Author’s Note | A slight rom-com fic for Christmas, if you will. I had fun writing this but I do hope everyone would love it just the same. Warning | explicit sex scene, unprotected sex, a slightly unhygienic outdoor sex (please be safe, kids), portrayal of childhood bullying, mentions of/implied characters’ nude pictures.

Part of the Stranded For Christmas Collab

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‣ established relationship

‣ exes

‣ fake dating/marriage

‣ fantasy

Of Bears and Bonds by @yoonia Character | Seokjin x reader Genre | Were-bear/Bear Shifter!Seokjin, Witch! Reader, Fated Mates!au, Smut, Angst Summary | Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your old cabin in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you were prepared for anything come winter. The only thing you have not been prepared to deal with is to find a bear being sent to your doorsteps. Asleep. Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature; slow burn (and I mean, really slow), nudity, voyeurism, Jin appearing as a bear at the beginning of the story (it’s pretty obvious I think, but a fair warning was needed on this one), size kink (Jin has a big D), tattooed Jin, mentions of marking. Word count | 19k words (I’m so sorry!)

Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary

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‣ friends to lovers

‣ friends with benefits

‣ fuck boy

‣ gamer

‣ gang

‣ heir

‣ Hogwarts

‣ idiots to lovers

Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary | Next Chapter ⇢

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‣ idol

‣ impregnation

‣ lawyer

‣ mafia

‣ marriage

‣ neighbor

‣ nerd

‣ office

‣ parent

‣ porn star

‣ pregnancy

‣ pwp

Candlelight by @chemicalpink Pairing: masseur Kim Seokjin x female reader Genre/ Rating: 18+ | smut (mainly) with a side of fluff and a bit of humour. Masseur AU Collab: For THE amazing @ressjeon collab TitillatingTouches (make sure to keep tuned for all the great stories we’ll be getting I’m absolutely hooked) Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Y/N has some anxious thoughts in the beginning (nothing descriptive, just social anxiety inner rants), smut in form of: wax play, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving) good old voyeurism bc it’s a public place to an extent, creampie, cum play, breast play, nipple play. Summary: You had never once thought that testing your limits would include a dimly lit room full of candles, a strong scent of lavender and letting the most gorgeous man you had ever set your eyes on ruin you. Kim Seokjin– candle wax connoisseur– has a set of expertly handled hands along with a striking personality that keeps you coming back for more, testing the waters just to see how much more you could get out of the massage therapist as his deft fingers work on just a little bit more than the stress-built knots on your lower back while he works his way into your heart.

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‣ rich boy

‣ roommate

‣ royalty

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‣ sex worker

‣ spy/secret agent

‣ strangers to lovers

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First Second Meeting by @taleasnewastime Summary: Four months. You’ve been speaking to, falling slowly in love with, and seemingly getting made a fool of by a man you matched with online for four months. There’s always an excuse why he can’t meet you, always some convenient reason why he can’t make something. But it’s valentines and he’s booked a fancy meal and that’s him, sat at a table, finally ready to meet you. Only it might look like the guy you know but it’s not the person you’ve been speaking to, no, this guy has no idea who you are. Pairing: Seokjin x reader Genre: Strangers to lovers; smut; angst; fluff. Word count: 12.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content; slight dom reader; safe penetrative sex; reader gets catfished; kind of public embarrassment; relationship break up.

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‣ sugar baby

‣ teacher

‣ vampire

‣ virgin

‣ wedding

‣ werewolf

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Heart Shot: 2

In which Jungkook finds a broken and partially dismantled Android, and does what every normal person would do.

Take it home.

Tags/warnings: Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Fixer Kim Seokjin, Ex Corpo Jung Hoseok, Android Taehyung, Android Reader, Android Jimin, Mentions of Prostitution, Illegal activity, drugs and drug usage, Discussion of Past Abuse, Night city, min holly, yes that is a warning, Body modifications, graphic description of violence, Blood, Murder, Ripper doc!Yoongi, Ripper Doc!Seokjin, Ex Nomad!Jungkook, Oppression, Minor Character Death, Guns, Graphic Description of Corpses, social anxiety/phobia, panic attacs, ah yes I'm back at it again aren't I, Smut, because of course, protected intercourse you know me, MTBA

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When he wakes up, he doesn’t notice anything off at first.

Only when he rubs his eyes, stretching his arms, that he notices his shoulder hitting something that was on the couch behind him. His eyes find a naked thigh, and as they travel upwards, they meet curious eyes. He snaps out of his drowsy state, hitting his knee on the edge of the table before he hisses, addressing your now awake form. “How- how long have you’ve been up?” He stutters, not prepared to interact with you yet.

“I’ve been in a conscious state for 5 hours, 32 minutes, and 51 seconds, Master.” You answer, voice nothing like he’d have imagined. It’s soft, and gentle, almost shy- making him blush involuntarily.

“I uh- you could’ve woken me up..” he mumbles, averting his gaze to instead check some stuff on his laptop, making sure everything runs smoothly. His interface shows some errors here and there- stuff he will need to correct later. He unplugs the cables connecting you to his stuff, before awkwardly removing the other end from you.

“What is my assigned task, Master?” You ask him curiously, as he stands now, scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh yeah, uhm..” he starts, feeling weird talking to you like he will in the next sentence. But you’re at the start of your life basically- the clearer he makes his commands, the better you learn. “First of all, don’t uh.. don’t- ah no, I need to phrase that differently..” he mumbles, as you lean your head to the side a bit in question. “Okay- change admin title from ‘Master’ to Jungkook.” He says, and you look at him for a moment, eyes changing color for a second as your system changes the setting he wants you to. He notices one of your eyes glowing a bit dimmer as the other, something he makes a mental note of.

You nod after a moment. “Change completed, Jungkook. Would you like to assign me a task?” You ask, and he smiles now.

“No. But I’d like to ask you if you’re hungry.” He grins. You seem confused, as he continues to smile. You begin to note note that you like this expression on his face. It shows a positive emotional state. “A friend of mine, Taehyung, prepared some stuff you can eat. Gotta be careful with food first to not upset your stomach.” He says, suddenly growing excited at the fact that you’re awake and alert like this. Only when you get up does he finally realize something, instantly rushing towards you to hold the blanket up to cover you. He had taken off the sweater he'd given you to properly connect the cables, legs bare since he'd had to take off the sweatpants as well as to not have you overheat while uploading everything, now nothing hiding your bare body. “Aish! I uh- oh God uhm..” he mumbles, running towards his bedroom to retrieve a new shirt for you to wear,as well as some shorts. He’d totally forgotten about that.

“Wear this, we uhm.. we can buy you proper clothes later.” He says, and you nod, slipping into the shirt of his before putting on his shorts. They slip down your hips easily, and he can see you struggling for a moment, fingers visibly not moving the way you want them to. It's normal; you still need to calibrate some stuff. “Let.. let me help.” He mumbles, letting go of the blanket to tie the shorts a bit tighter around your hips at the strings.

You’re unfazed, face almost innocently clueless as you watch him. He feels weirdly protective now, helping you into the kitchen for you to sit down so he could prepare some food for you. “Just a small portion, okay?” He says, as you look at the bowl of soup in front of you.

“I could’ve consumed it in a cold state as well, Jungkook. There was no need for this amount of extra effort.” You say after having him heat it up for you. He waves it off, smiling kindly.

“No no, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it okay?” He says, and you nod at that, slowly bringing the first spoonful of your food towards your lips before eating. You don’t even notice you’re beginning to cry.

“Hey hey- did you burn your tongue? You okay?” He worriedly asks, reaching out as you shake your head.

“I don’t know why I’m crying- I’m sorry Jungkook.” You say, as he simply reassures you yet again. Whatever you’re feeling right now must just be overwhelming you, he thinks. You probably can't remember, but your body definitely does.

That’s why his voice is soft with his next words. “Its alright.” He says. “I’ll take care of you from now on.” He promises.

And he really makes sure he keeps his promise.

While you’re filled with technical and theoretical knowledge, able to download data whenever you please, you clearly still lack actual hands on experience, even after a couple of days after having woken up. It really shows to him too after some days of living with you; you’re still a bit clumsy, not quite used to your limbs working so smoothly. You’re also very easily confused, frustration not something you’re used to feeling. Pouting is an involuntary response from you in those moments, and Jungkook has to admit you look absolutely adorable.

However, some genuine problems arise once he notices your lack of energy during the days. A week, and nothing changes- making him run a throughout check of your hardware using his own software tools. You’re sitting next to him on the couch, as he moves a bit of hair to the side to connect a small cord to the port right behind your ear. He’s very gentle, you notice; treating you very kindly, although his social skills clearly aren’t very well developed.

He clicks his tongue as he looks at something on his laptop, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he seems serious. You’ve run a datasearch recently, and have come to the conclusion that by the countries standards, Jungkook lands a bit above the visual norm. To you however, it feels as if he’s on top of it- but then again, you’ve only met him so far.

“Just like I feared..” he mumbles, and you look at him. “Battery’s fried.” He says. You can see on the interface on his laptop that your battery capacity is at a mere 34%. ‘Battery’ just being a simpler term for the energy system your body has- something similar to the human blood pumping through your veins, cells picking up the necessary nutrients and such. It's a complicated body mod that not many people get, but its a standard for androids, who lack a biological heart. “I don’t wanna make it worse, and Yoongi isn’t in during the weekend.. so I guess we’ll go for a small journey?” He says, smiling encouragingly at you. “I uh.. that’s a question.” He mumbles amusedly, but you only seem confused.

“What are you asking me, Jungkook?” You ask, and he smiles, disconnecting the cord.

“I’m asking it you’re okay with it.” He says. “Listen. You’ve got free reign, okay? You can decide whatever, I won’t be mad or punish you or.. whatever, alright?” He says, a hand on your shoulder.

And there it is again; the pout of frustration.

But its alright, he thinks, helping you downstairs and to his car. He helps you buckle your seat belt, driving to Yoongis garage, where he knocks on the metal door close by to alert anyone working. “Yoongs? Tae?” He calls out, and after a moment, an android walks up to the both of you. Your system doesn’t say if he’s scanning you or not- but he must be, with it being almost an instinct to all androids. You do it for sure, main data filling your mind as you nod. A shorter male walks in, smiling a bit as he taps the table close by.

“Got your text, already prepared some stuff. Take a seat, yeah?” Yoongi says, and you look at Jungkook first, before sitting onto the metal examination table. "Its nice to meet you." He mumbles before going to work.

“I’ve made sure Holly stays in your office for now.” The android tells the man named Yoongi, who you assume is his master. It doesn’t make sense however, as his system info shows no master registered- technically, he’s without one.

“Thanks Taehyung.” Yoongi says, working on some spots on your spine where he connects some small tubes. “You may feel a bit uncomfortable now, I’ll try and make it quick. I’ll be changing your main temperature regulation and nerve fluids, that should help your energy system get back on track. They were probably expired anyways- you gotta remind Kook over there to make sure you change them yearly.” The man explains, as You nod, before looking at V. Or Taehyung, as Yoongi calls him.

“You seem confused.” The android asks. “You can ask questions.” He says, and you nod.

“Your registered name states your name is V, but you’re not under any Master or Organization.” You say, as Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook. “How so?” You ask, whining a bit when Yoongi hits a nerve in your back. Jungkook seems to react too, but holds himself back, simply smiling in empathy as Yoongi mumbles an apology.

“I have chosen my name myself. And I am technically a Nomad. Androids don’t all have to be under someone’s command. You could say, I’m under my own.” Taehyung explains.

“You’re free too, by the way.” Jungkook explains. “I’ve only set my name as your uh.. owner, to mare sure you’ve got insurance if something happens.” He says. There’s a dog suddenly running towards you, first greeting Jungkook and the other android, before the small poodle puts his tiny paws against your shins, looking up at you.

In a moment of pure intuition, you place your hand onto the excited animals body, letting your fingers run over the soft coat.

“Its nice, isn’t it?” Taehyung says, and you nod.

“Jungkook.” You say, and he makes a sound to tell you he’s listening. “I like this. Can I continue this task?” You ask, and he chuckles.

“Anything you want.” He chuckles, the puppy happily barking as if to agree.

"Alright, pump is running. Try not to move much yeah?" Yoongi says, and you nod. "Taehyung, come on over here, I can use the spare time to look at how your bug is doing." He says, as Taehyung nods, sitting down next to you on the table where Yoongi connects him to a computer close by.

"A bug?" You ask, and Taehyung nods.

"I've helped identifying an issue with a costumer a few days ago, and accidentally got infected with a virus." Taehyung explains. "Yoongi-hyung has been treating me for it." He says, as the older male types away. Jungkook grows interested at that, walking up to him to look over his shoulder. Taehyung uses the moment of privacy with you. "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me for advice. Adapting to this life can be very confusing." He says.

You look at him for a moment, before you nod. "I remember we met. But I can't access the full memory." You say.

Taehyung nods. "A lot of it has probably been corrupted due to the damage you've endured. The me you've met before however is not the me I am today." He explains. "And I'm sure the You I've met back then is not the You I'll be getting to know from now on." He says.

You look at your hands, still a bit scratched up. "I'm confused." You admit. "There's no benefit in rebooting and taking care of me like that. I'm wasting materials and resources." You say.

"In a logical sense, maybe." Yoongi says, walking up to you to check up on things. "But some things don't have to be logical. I've taken Tae in for example when I barely had any money. There was no reason to keep him- but I did it anyways." He says.

"But why?" You ask, and yoongi shrugs.

"Why not?" He explains. "He's a good companion- I've made the right decision, and I'm sure Jungkook made the right one too."

Jungkook nods. "You can take on tasks in the future if you want to." He says, and you sit a bit straighter as you grow excited at the prospect of being useful to him.

"In the future young lady-" yoongi says as Taehyung makes sure you stay seated as to not disconnect the tubes by accident. "-for now, let's make sure you recover first." He says. A ping alerts them, and Jungkook walks over to Taehyungs side to check.

"All checks came back clear." He says, helping Taehyung to disconnect himself from the computer. "Bug free." He says, patting tae on his back. You look at him before you avert your gaze, pouting. "What is it?" Jungkook asks.

"I'm happy." You say. "Why am I happy about i" You ask, and Jungkook just smiles.

"Because you're just sweet like that." He says.

#bts imagine #jungkook imagine #seokjin imagine #taehyung imagine #jimin imagine #cyberpunk au #bts cyberpunk au #heart shot #jungkook x reade #jungkook x reader #bts x reader

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littlemessyjessi · 2 years

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"Home": Written Imagine from the BTS 8th Member Series "Dreamy": Kim Seokjin x Mun Joo

Joo chewed on her lip as she peeked at Jin.

He was currently standing at the stove, monitoring the progress of the sauce with an ever watchful eye.

Joo was decorating the cake they'd bought from the store earlier.

Dinner at four in the morning was a little unorthodox for some she supposed but truthfully they'd had stranger things than that happen.

Besides Jin had already told her that he'd stayed up most of the night already playing games so there was a good chance he'd sleep all the next day anyway.

"Did you enjoy your birthday, princess?" He asked over his shoulder.

Joo had spent her technical birthday with her family in Seorae Village and she'd really only just got back a couple of days ago.

Which of course she timed perfectly because Jin's birthday was only a couple of days away and she'd be damned if she missed it.

"I did. It was nice to be able to spend it with my family. That doesnt happen too often. I don't really remember the last time Eomma has smothered me like that. The temporary loss of oxygen was nice... in a 'my mother almost killed me with her love kind of way'." Joo said.

Jin couldn't help but laugh at Joo and her random thought process at times.

She tended to ramble and get distracted easily but he'd always enjoyed that about her.

It was one of the many things he found absolutely adorable about her.

He watched her for a moment longer as she meticulously decorated the store bought cake with icing swirls and sprinkles.

She looked so happy and content in that moment.

He wanted it to last forever.

But he also, knew there was a conversation that they actually needed to have.

He'd had his suspicions for a while but never said anything.

But after Yoongi's comment a while back about the nature of Namjoon and Joo's relationship and how there was more to it that he realized… he began to pay attention.

He had never really given it too much thought as Joo loved all things adorable and cute and she had aegyo down in spades.

But the more he paid attention, the more he began to piece things together and he began this reseach on little space.

Part of him was hurt that she hadn't felt safe enough to come to him with it but he eventually he got over himself.

Namjoon did have a very calming presence and a duality that lended itself to a caring brother and also someone who could be adorable and playful as well.

They all did really and perhaps that's why Jin, the eldest hyung, had been slightly hurt when he hadn't been the first one she came to about it.

But he tried not to overthink things.

It couldn't be changed and also, it would never be right to shame her for it.

He would never do that.

He loved Joo.

He was IN love with her.

And he realized that perhaps it's just because she saw Namjoon as a brother who would always look after her.

And he hoped that perhaps maybe she hadn't told him because she saw him as more than a brother and good friend.

Possibly someone she could see a future with and perhaps just the normal feelings in relationships was preventing her out of shyness or fear of rejection.

It twisted his heart to imagine her thinking he would ever reject her, especially over something like that.

But he also understood that Joo was a person and she experienced all kinds of emotions.

Fear of rejection very much being one of those emotions.

However, he wanted her to know that no matter what she could always come to him, regardless of anything.

He wanted her to know concretely that Kim Seokjin was and always would be a safe space for her in whatever capacity that may be.

But as he looked her at her and the stray frosting that had ended up on her cheek, he wondered how he could even breech this topic.

She was perfectly happy in this moment and he didn't want to cause her any anxiety or embarassment over it.

"Hey, Princess?" he asked, staring down at the cheese he was grating on the cutting board.

"Hmm?" she hummed, holding the sparkly star sprinkle and trying to figure out a place to put it.

At this point, it was probably more frosting and sprinkles than actual cake.

"Uh, listen. I just want you to know that you're always safe with me, ok?" he said, the tips of his ears heating up.

Joo looked up from the dessert, "Huh? I know that Jinnie."

He nodded, still keeping his eyes down as the redness began to crawl up his neck, "And if there's ever anything that you need to tell me, I just want you to know that it's ok. No matter what. I love you very much and I don't ever want you to be scared to … to be yourself with me."

"Jinnie?" Joo asked, carefully taking in the state of him. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, princess." he said shaking his head. "Nothing is wrong. I just, uh-" he stopped to clear his throat. "I just want you to know that."

Joo put down the sprinkles and came around the counter to stand beside him.��

Her face turned up to take in the red coloring of his cheeks.

She tilted her head as she wound her arms around his waist, "I know that, Oppa. I know you love me and I love you. I know I'm safe with you. I hope you know that you're safe with me too. I will always be here for you. Are you sure everything is ok?"

He nodded, finally looking down at her.

Her sparkly eyes looking up at him in question.

She was worried and he hated that but he didn't exactly know how to proceed with words so he simply leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes closed momentarily and a smile tugged at her lips.

She was still worried and he knew it but clearly she liked the affection.

"I love those." she said, cuddling into him and laying her cheek against his arm.

"What?" he asked, relieved when her attention wasn't on his face.

As much as he loved her attention, sometimes it overwhelmed him.

Joo was just so beautiful and when she was focused on him sometimes he couldn't control his blushing.

"Forehead kisses." she said, squeezing his waist a little more. "Those are super special and they always make me feel safe. Joon does it sometimes when I'm feeling kinda anxious and it always calms me down. But do you know what my favorite kind are?"

"What?" he asked, trying not to get a little jealous of the relationship she had with Namjoon.

He knew there was nothing there but still sometimes he had trouble with it.

"Nose kisses." she said.

"Nose kisses?" he asked, unsure of exactly what she was referring to.

"Mmmhmm." she said, nodding cutely. "Here let me show you."

As if even possible, Jin turned a darker shade of red as she reached up to hold his face in her hands, bringing him down to her.

She rubbed the tips of their noses together and then pecked the tip of his.

Seokjin felt as if all the air in his body left him and suddenly he was floating on clouds.

"See." she whispered, still very close to him. "Those are special. Only for the most specialist people."

He swallowed his nerves and leaned forward to rub his nose against hers again, this time pecking the tip of hers with his plush lips.

She giggled so quietly that had he not be so close he might not have heard it.

"Well, maybe this is something we can have for just us." he whispered. "What do you think, princess?"

She smiled, so sweetly and softly, that he thought he might just die right there.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Oppa." she said and he nodded.

"Ok, that'll be our special little thing." he said.

"I love you, Oppa." Joo said, reaching in to hug his neck once more.

Joo knew this wasn't an admission of true feelings.

They weren't dating and it was too soon to drop the L word in the sense of a committed relationship but for now, it was enough.

"I love you too, my little princess. I always will." he whispered into her hair, his arms winding around her tightly and lifting her in a hug.

Her feet dangled off the floor and she held onto him tighter.

Her emotions were slightly getting the better of her.

She had been in love with Jin for so long and this was the closest she'd ever gotten.

She felt so loved and cherished with him.

She felt safe.

Seokjin was her safe place.

Seokjin was home.

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nine months from now | m.y.g

⇢ pairing(s): boss!min yoongi x reader, mentions of vmin + namjin.

⇢ word count: 16.5K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: smut, angst, fluff, un-expecting parents!au, parents!au.

⇢ summary: his was not supposed to happen. this was never in the plan. a sudden, unexpected turn of events leads you into a world of baby bottles and baby grows, it just so happens that the cause of this mess is your boss...min yoongi.

⇢ warning(s): please read! mentions of infidelity, insecurity, unexpected pregnancy, light!description of birth ( pain, water breaking ), soft smut, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, unprotected sex ( please wear protection ), mentions of one night stands, mentions of drunk sex, phone sex, oral sex ( female receiving ), masturbation ( male + female ) , light!praise kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, dirty talk and swearing.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey everyone! this is a kinda late birthday fic for our wonderful boy min yoongi! i love parent aus and i just got to thinking about how yoongi would be the most amazing dad and boom dis bad boy popped out. I hope you enjoy reading and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! also thank you to my wonderful gigi ( @fantasybangtan ) for this beautiful banner, love you so much :(

one month. two blue lines.

this was not supposed to happen. this was never in the plan. you were supposed to work your ass off, show off your skills, get promoted and live a comfortable life. there was no time in your plan for this.

no time in your plan for a baby.

you feel as if the whole world has been drained away as you sit on the edge of your bath tub, your chest rising and falling with panic —you hadn’t even noticed, not until it was too late. your period had always been irregular, is it was easy for you to miss the signs. it couldn’t be happening. it can’t be happening. “how can this be happening?” you whisper to yourself, the lump in your throat makes your voice sound hoarse and weak.

“well, when two very special people love each other..” your roommate, yura, begun as she rests her head on your shoulder and grabs your trembling hand. she had always been a joker, much to the chargen of your half brother, seokjin.

“she knows how it works, yura! it’s the sex that got her there!” your sibling yells, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at you with a scolding disappointment. you’d never seen him so angry before, face red and the vein in his neck on the verge of bursting. you could tell he was trying to reign in his temper and you knew it was more than just rage he was feeling. seokjin had never known his farther, your mother was too ashamed to ever tell him and so he spent most of his life living with a hole in his heart. “do you even know who the father is?”

you flinch at his sharp tone, knowing it was only his self inflicted conflict that was so venomous. yura’s head snaps up to glare at seokjin, lips parted in shock at he continues his rant. “how irresponsible could you be, YN? getting pregnant at this time in your career, how could you be so stupid?”

“seokjin, enough!” yura snaps furiously, standing up with her hands resting comfortingly on your shoulders. she stares him down, rendering him silent and huffs. “YN is a grown woman...twenty-four years of age, meaning, you can’t scold her like a child anymore. it’s her body, her life and she’ll do as she damn well pleases. “

the sounds of their voices fade to nothing but static as they bicker back and forth about you. it’s almost as if you’re not even there, mind a million miles away. the mere thought of a life growing inside you has you spiralling and it’s not until seokjin puts a hand on your shoulder, that you look up.

“do...you know who the father is?” yura asks you quietly and avoids your gaze at his flits between hers and seokjin’s face.

“i do,” you twiddle your thumbs nervously, thinking back to the only occasion you can remember. you rub your eyes as they slowly begin to water, your brother and best friend nuzzling into you to help calm your nerves. “i know exactly who it is.”

seokjin and yura share a look, worried for the name about to pass your lips.

three months.

the walk to the top office is a brisk and daunting one. thousands of scenarios occupy your mind but you remember your brother’s advice and try to keep a steady head. you relax your stance as the elevator doors close in front of you, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. a hand comes to rest on your lower stomach, reaching for the bump that was barely visible.

you’d been to various different appointments over the last few weeks, blood tests, ultra-sounds and a paternity test. groaning, you remember the face of the assistant, her pointed nose tilted up in disgust when you begged her for any disgarded coffee cups the executive had lying around. all you needed was the tiniest trace of saliva to confirm your suspicions.

reaching your desired floor, you step out of the lift, and the sudden feeling of exposure crawls up your spine. patent heels click and clack against the smooth marble floor as you head to the front office. the light shines through the glass panes but it doesn’t lift your somber mood.

“i have an appointment with the executive?” you smile politely to the receptionist behind the desk and hand over your ID badge. she’s surprised, to say the least, when she checks it over and you can tell she’s unsure of how someone of your position would get an appointment on such short notice.

she lets you through regardless, mentioning to the executive that you’ll be up soon and too expect you. your once calm and collected walk is now weak and wobbly at your ankles, you shake as you knock on the door and quiver when a deep voice beckons you in.

the room is bright, illuminated by natural light that shines through the glass panes directly onto the office. it’s sleek, black accents run through out the room with shades of whites and yellows and greys for contrast. a long desk, also black in colour, sits in the middle of the room, in front of the largest window that looks out onto the busy streets of seoul. you wonder if people ever look up and try to imagine what would happen in a room like this. the though of what’s about to happen sends chills down your spine.

your patent heels sink into the carpeted floor, the softness and uneven ground do nothing to help your quaking knees.

MR. MIN YOONGI

the letters are engraved into the golden placement with thick, bold letters and reading it makes your heart race. the man himself is oblivious to your entrance, once deep red and burgundy hair having faded into his natural jet black roots. he wears a navy suit, tailored perfectly to fit his shoulders and his tie sits promptly around his neck, not a hair is out of place.

he hadn’t always been this perfect, you of all people would’ve known that. min yoongi was notorious in your company for his simple two step manoeuvre; flirting and fucking. whilst you had yet to fall victim to his charms, you knew to steer clear of him at company parties. yoongi had been a simple project manager at the daegu branch of your company, The Red Label, an up and coming fashion brand in south korea— before being unexpectedly promoted to executive to the seoul branch. you heard the last one had quit from heart break caused by the man himself.

you, yourself were a new fashion designer, fresh out of college when you joined. you were happy to say that your designs had been worn by many idols since you started your job, including the infamous jeon jungkook.

you remember meeting yoongi at the annual anniversary party, drunk memories of the night suddenly becoming more and more clear.

“yes?” he asks, looking up from his papers with a thin-lipped smile. he’s trying to be polite, you can tell, but you hate the way his black eyes watch you with discontent. you doubt he recognises you, remembers what went down a few months back.

“hi...” you breathe, the anxiety from your thoughts rushing in. yoongi simply stares you down, his dark eyes watching as you shuffle under his gaze. he leans back in his desk chair, boredom etched into his features.

“look ms. kim, i’m a busy man and have plenty of meetings to attend to today... so id prefer it if you didn’t go wasting my time.”

heat flushes through your veins and tingles at your fingertips, the words you had chanted to yourself in the mirror as practice have suddenly gone astray. you look to yoongi, his impatient stare boring holes into your very soul and you can tell he’s growing irritable.

yoongi opens his mouth again to start a simple attack. “as i have stated already, ms. kim, i am a busy man with many duties to attend to today, so if you don’t mind-“

you hate this, you hate him. you hate how he thinks he can talk to you like you’re beneath him. especially after what he did to you.

“i’m pregnant.” you blurt out, your rigid frame becoming lax as you realise what you’ve done. you watch as yoongi’s face contorts with confusion, what does this have to do with him? he must me thinking.

“why-?”

“it’s your child,” you snap back, suddenly gaining the roaring confidence seokjin had instilled in you many years ago. you march your way over to his desk, slapping down a file of all the tests you’d gotten, this paternity test with his DNA and his name in thick bold letters standing out on the white pages. “the documents are all here, if you don’t believe me.”

the colour drains from yoongi’s face as he realises the severity behind his once careless actions, he never thought this would happen, he always thought he’d been, “safe? didn’t we use a condom?” he mumbles quietly, embarrassed and ashamed.

“you insisted that we didn’t need one, you were too intent on getting your congratulations for your recent promotion.” you explain curtly, wrapping an arm protectively around your stomach.

it was only then that yoongi noticed, the small curve of your stomach that was carrying a life that he had helped to make. whether he wanted it or not, yoongi was going to be a father and he could tell by the fire in your eyes that you were going to do everything in your power to provide for this child.

he sits back in his chair and runs a hand over his face, letting it cup his chin as he thinks. “okay....okay, fuck. what do we do now?”

“well, i...” you hesitate, opening your mouth in a silent gasp. you step back from the desk and start to twiddle with your thumbs as you huff, nervous. “i don’t want this baby, my baby to grow up without a father. i’ve seen first hand how painful that can be. i also understand that, considering our circumstances, it might not be the best idea but i still believe you should take responsibility of a father and help look after them as well.”

your answer is thoughtful, none of your words are fuelled by malicious intent. you want the best for the baby, your baby, his baby. yoongi’s heart clenches in his chest, his baby.

“when’s your next appointment?” he asks in a whisper, a million and one thoughts rushing through his head at once. you look surprised, expecting yoongi to try and pay you off and keep quiet.

“next monday.”

“good, i’ll be there.”

three months, one week.

“is there any particular reason in which you’re not letting me attend today?” your brother hums, your only thought from then is to only roll your eyes as you pack your bag. phone, keys, purse. seokjin watches as you flutter about, fluffing your hair and straightening the sweater you wear, so it sits over your small bump just fine.

shaking your head, you attempt to hide the nerves that crawl up your throat in fear of spewing them all out onto the floor. you’d blame it on early morning sickness. your older brother eyes you suspiciously, dark brow arched perfectly as a finger rests on his top lip. he knows you like the back of his hand, everything there is to know about you. he knew you were excitable when it came to things like new music or watching re-runs of americas next top model. he knew you were shy with physical contact and intimacy. he knew that sometimes you got so anxious and scared, especially with deadlines that your words became jumbled up and you’d forget your name.

he knew why you were being so quiet today.

you ignored him nonetheless, looking ever so slightly flustered once you’d finished getting yourself ready. you hadn’t felt this way since you’d submitted your first design to the Red Label.

“are you sure? i know you hate all the machines and the gel the put on your tummy-“ the elder rambled and watched you collapse onto the couch beside him, you clasp your hands over his knee and sigh at him. clearly exhasperated.

“yoongi is coming,” you grumble eventually, curling in on yourself with a large pout. seokjin narrows his eyes, ever since finding out and confirming that yoongi was the father, he had been far from happy. seokjin remembered referring to the man as a pompous piece of poop, except more foul language was used. “i know you don’t like him, but we decided to try this co-parent thing? i’m just nervous that he’ll want to drop out as soon as he sees the baby-“

frowning, your brother shuffles over to you and presses a light kiss to your forehead as an attempt to comfort you. “and if he does, we’ll figure it out together. promise.”

you nod in affirmation, leaning into seokjin’s touch. he gets up to check the door a while later, calling out for you confusedly. “YN, there’s someone here to see you?”

following his voice, you find yourself side by side with your brother, facing a man about your age if not younger. he’s dressed formally, in a black suit and white shirt, a bow tie around his neck. he offers you a boxy grin and you frown.

“who are you?”

“ah, you must be YN.”

“yes, she is, but who are you?” seokjin cuts in before you can open your mouth, moving stand protectively in front of yourself and the baby. confused, you’re eyes widen and you shuffle back in the doorway to protect yourself further.

the man’s enthusiastic grin drops slightly as he readjusts his tie, coughing and holding his hand out to your older sibling. “taehyung, kim taehyung...” he introduces himself and falters when seokjin doesn’t take his hand. “i’m mr min’s driver, he sent me to collect ms. kim for her appointment today.”

“driver? collect my sister? why i oughta-“

you set a palm on your brother’s chest and push him back lightly, smiling at taehyung as you do so. “jinnie,” you warm him and ignore his angry stare before addressing the driver. “i’ll be ready in a moment, taehyung.”

quickly, you run back into the apartment to grab your bag and coat, returning fully dressed and ready to go. taehyung is already waiting with the door open by the car outside. you turn to your brother and hum. “i’m mad at him too, for sending a driver, but at least let me rip him a new one myself.” you say, breathlessly.

“with pleasure.”

“a driver, really, min yoongi?”

you storm past the man himself, anger flaring up within you at just the sight of his stupid designer suit and stupid pointed leather shoes that were probably imported from italy. he‘s a stupid man. who even wears a suit to a hospital appointment?

yoongi stands flabbergasted, hands up in defence whilst taehyung only shrugs his shoulders and mentions he’ll be parked in the private area. the executive quickly follows you, surprised that you can even walk that fast with growing life inside of you and bends over with palms on his knees when you stop at the receptionist desk.

“i didn’t think it was smart of me to delay the appointment by meeting you at your own home, ms. kim.”

rolling your eyes, you lean up to the receptionist, ignoring the way your name rolls so greasily off of yoongi’s tongue. “appointment for YN kim? 2:30.” you beam down at the man behind the desk, who’s eyes light up when they notice you.

“YN! lovely to see you again, you’re right on time!” he hums and checks you in on the computer as you spare a quick glare to the man behind you. the receptionist follows your gaze and leans in to whisper. “is this the baby father?”

a light chuckle wafts past your lips and you nod as you tie the appointment slip from him. “why yes hoseok, he is.”

“how unfortunate that his personality doesn’t match his looks.”

you giggle and bid hoseok goodbye, walking down the hall to your doctors office for your ultrasound. yoongi mostly follows and stays quiet, sensing the anger and resentment you have for him, building. he sighs in the waiting room, knowing that he has to find some way to get a long with you and change your impression of him for the sake of his child.

“miss kim for her ultrasound? oh and is that dad?” your doctor asks as she leads you into the room, helping you onto the bed and allowing you to push up your jumper for the jelly. yoongi feels a pang of guilt resonating in his chest, knowing that he should be the one helping you, but stands awkwardly to the side nonetheless.

shuffling up on the seat, you look to yoongi expectantly to introduce himself and he jumps up, fixing his suit as he leans forward to take the doctor’s hand. “min yoongi...uh... dad.”

“dr park, or you can call me dr jihyo,” she smiles, getting ready to apply the jelly to your stomach. “you know the drill YN, it might be a little cold,” yoongi watches quietly as you nod in confirmation, flinching when the cool substance comes into contact with your tiny bump. “alright! good job mum! let’s get you all set up.”

it takes a few minutes for dr park to set up the monitor, using a device that yoongi doesn’t recognise to scan for what he assumes is the baby. yourself and the doctor chat idly, and yoongi realises how scary it must’ve been to do these things on your own for the first time. his train of thought is cut off by the sound of a steady, tiny heartbeat filling the room.

that’s his baby, your baby.

“your baby sounds nice and healthy,” dr park hums happily, tilting the device to get more of a view of your little peanut. she points her finger on the screen and turns back to smile at you. “here they are, hiding from us.”

you giggle happily and for a split second, beam over at yoongi as you witness the life you’ve created together. “is that our baby-?” yoongi half whimpers, taking a step forward to take your hand in his. you jump at the feeling, his change in attitude but appreciate the support nonetheless, on the edge of tears yourself.

these last view weeks had been daunting, life changing, but seokjin and yura had been there for you every step of the way. holding your hand and coming with you to check ups.

“yes sir! i’m going to print out some pictures of the scans for you both, while we’re here, would you like to know the gender of your baby?” she asks politely and taps away on her computer.

“no, thank you.”

“yes, please.”

you send a glare yoongi’s way, fired up inside as he matches the look.

“yes!”

“no!”

the tension thickens in the room, so much so that a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through. dr. park stands from her chair, arms up to ease you both and coughs for your attention. “how about i print those pictures and you two can decide when i come back?” she suggests as you rip your hand from yoongi’s, who feels the walls build up around you again.

“that’d be great, thank you doctor.” he hums, watching as the doctor leaves the room before turning to you with a deepest scowl. “what was all that about, ms. kim? you were acting like a petulant child.”

you growl deeply, sitting up and wiping yourself clean of the cold jelly. you pull down your sweater and turn to look at the man with a dark frown. “me? a child?” you tsk, looking him up and down. “i didn’t see you taking any initiative when it came to the baby until wanting to know its sex! as far as i’m concerned, mr. min, you’ve acted as nothing more than a sperm donor i actually have to see,” you spit, ignoring the pang of guilt you feel when yoongi visibly flinches at your words. “and for the love of god, it’s YN.”

“well, YN,” he starts to argue, brushing off the hurt. “this is a first for me too, and if we’re going to make it work we have to compromise. i get it, i haven’t been much help or support but i am trying to get better, for you and the baby.”

you falter, you know that you have been tough on him but he is also making an effort by even showing up at all. sighing, you look to yoongi thoughtfully. “you’re right and I am sorry for lashing out, but this is one thing i won’t change my mind on. we have many decisions to make together, but this one i need for myself.” you say, rubbing your arm sheepishly.

“that’s fine, we can make that work.” yoongi smiles softly, to which you can’t help but return.

five months.

some would be shocked at the progress yourself and yoongi had made, having a baby really changed people. yoongi was much sweeter now, having dropped most of the formalities in favour of your ‘beautiful’ name, or so he called it. the executive brought you lunch almost everyday, left snacks and sweet notes to aid your cravings and ease your hormones.

yoongi even offered to send you money for groceries, claiming he wanted the baby to have a healthy lifestyle from early on. of course you refused it, whilst you loved the support you were getting from him, it sent chills down your spine at how fast he’d changed.

“but what’s so wrong about that?” yura asks you one night. the pair of you are both cuddled up under heaps of blankets, your feet on her lap as she munches on the kale chips yoongi had given you that day. she inspects the green crisp for a moment, blinking before popping it on her tongue and crunching happily. “free food? comfier clothes? a driver? sounds like the life to me, YN.”

you snatch the bag of chips away from your roommate, knowing it’ll spoil her appetite before your brother brings over dinner. peeking into the bag yourself, you swipe a few of the healthy snack for yourself, grimacing at the taste. what kind of sane person combines kale and chips? who? and it didn’t help that your cravings had kicked in.

“there’s nothing wrong with it, i just don’t want money spent on me.” you whine and pout, shoving the chips away from yourself.

yura only rolls her eyes and flicks your forehead. “but the moneys not for you it’s for miss yura junior over here!” she coos, raising her voice by a few octaves to talk to your bump. you watch with furrowed brows and a slight grimace as your roommate continues to make sounds horrifyingly similar to breeding cats.

“please, stop.”

“nono, she loves it.”

just at that moment, seokjin makes his entrance with bustling bags carried by his poor boyfriend- namjoon. you push yura away from your bump in order to make an effort in reaching namjoon but he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“you mean, he,” your brother comments and settles himself in the kitchen to prep you a meal. “i can already tell, that little critter in there is a boy and none of you can convince me otherwise.” he insists loudly, causing namjoon to roll his eyes.

“maybe YN’s results will...” yura turns to you with a mischievous glint, itching her fingers up your side knowing full well how ticklish you were. you’d probably sock her in the face with how much you wriggled.

“and there’s not a chance that either of you will find out, i’m under strict instructions to keep the results from you. all of you.” namjoon interjects pointedly, sagging into the seats and rubbing his arms from all the shopping your brother made him carry. yura sticks her tongue out at him. “now what’s this about baby daddy money?”

pulling the blankets up to your chin, you sigh, pouting over at namjoon. namjoon was like a second elder brother to you, quiet and helpful much unlike seokjin. you suppose that’s why the pair made such good partners, they balanced each other out well. “yoongi has been sending things over to help take care of myself and the baby but, it’s too much!” you huff and throw yourself back into the couch, sinking in and away from the world. “he even moved my desk at work, closer to his!”

joon tilts his head, looking at you with a knowing smirk and taps his nose. “sounds like this yoongi guy has a thing for you.”

“nuh uh, never, nada...nope!” you counter, shaking your head. there’s no way in hell yoongi could possibly feel that way about you. your hook up was a one time thing and you didn’t quite match up to the other girls he hooked up with at the office. “never in a million years. not possible.”

“you never know, YN,” he hums back, shrugging nonchalantly. “yoongi could be everything you least expect.”

you lose yourself in namjoon’s the words, thinking deeply as seokjin starts to being out the dinner trays.

“can you believe, min yoongi put a baby in her?”

“i want to know how his dick even got up just by looking at her.”

your skin crawls with discomfort as you enter the break room, your co-workers instantly silencing. this was common, for them to make you the subject of their idol chit chat. of course with your sudden pregnancy and yoongi’s newfound favouritism for you during meetings and overall, it only made sense for everyone to put two and two together.

jealous female coworkers didn’t like the idea that min yoongi didn’t want to hook up anymore, he wanted to focus on the one thing more important than his job.

he wanted to focus on you.

so now you were YN KIM, the red label’s pregnant whore. katie’s words, not your own. she was a new international relations employee from overseas, working with your departments new collection to debut in the US market.

you loathed her.

“good morning, YN,” she beamed, flicking her bleach blonde locks over her shoulder and pursed her lips the tacky barbie pink lipstick on. her insect eyes shift up and down your frame, making you curl in on yourself uncomfortably. “you’re looking a little bloated today.”

you bite your lip in an effort to stop it from quivering, holding your bump protectively as you wait for the kettle to boil for some tea. “i’m pregnant.” you mumble quietly as a line of defence, wincing as katie and her minions let out high pitched, squeaking laughs.

“are you sure? it seems like you’ve put on a few.”

gasping, you drop the mug you were using for tea and bite your lip, desperate for the tears not to fall. as quickly as you can, you shuffle out of the dreaded break room and ignore the ugly chuckles of your coworkers, making a break for the bathrooms.

bursting into the room, you brush past whoever’s about to leave and dash to the taps to splash cold water over your hot, tear stained cheeks. you hope to god that no one is here to see your snotty faced, crying session but your biggest nightmare only comes true when a warm hand settles on your shoulder.

“hate to break it to you sweetheart, but i don’t think this is the little ladies room,” you pout through your tears as you turn to face the voice, absolutely mortified when you notice them to be jimin. the blonde offers you a small smile that drops when he notes your sniffling, immediately replacing his expression with a look of concern. “ah! YN? are you alright?”

clearly not, you think but allow jimin to grab you some tissues and dab at your tears. jimin was a sweet boy, a fresh face around the company since he was hired to replace yoongi’s assistant (she had quit for undisclosed reasons.). the boy was smartly dressed, always in a blazer and woven sweater. he wore circular specs that always slid down his nose, but his golden weaved hair was always pushed back in away that had the ladies drooling.

“what happened?” jimin asks quietly, helping you fix your makeup to a presentable state. his touch is gentle as he dabs under your eyes, looking at you earnestly.

“promise you won’t tell yoongi?”

“pinky!”

you sigh heavily when the man steps back, offering him tired smile with puffy eyes. “the inernational relations girl has turned every one of my coworkers against me, ever since she found out that yoongi was too committed for hookups...” you mumble sadly, gesturing to your bump as jimin follows your gaze.

the blonde steps forward, grabbing your hands and holding them tight as he shakes his head. “they’re just jealous!” he exclaims, making you jump slightly. “i would be too if i was one of them, you’re a beautiful girl YN, with a beautiful baby coming along. if they’re going to be mean about it, they can fuck themselves because yoongi sure ain’t.” he finishes with a triumphant smile, looking down at you.

jimin is a sweetheart, and having only seen him around the office you know that you have someone trustworthy on your side for now. “thank you jimin, so much for your kind words.”

the blond only tilts his head, offering you a crescent moon eyed smile. “anytime, YN! now let’s get you back on that office floor.” he beams and takes your hand, leading you back to your desk, much to the dismay of all the other girls.

“repeat that again.”

“i fired her.”

yoongi punctuates every word, teeth grit as he spits them out. it’s almost as if thinking about the incident makes him angry, which of course it does, grown women bullying the mother of his child.

you sit straight faced in yoongi’s office chair, the doors are locked and the curtains open widely. the pale light of the clouded seoul sky brightens up the dark scowl on his face, as it caresses the curve of his pink lips and slope of his nose. shaking your head, you watch as yoongi fixes his suit and makes his way over to you. his steely, copper eyes are locked on your smaller frame as he flattens his palms out on the desk before you.

he really is mad and you can’t blame jimin for telling yoongi the truth.

“why?” you gasp with parted lips, looking up at yoongi with innocent eyes in hopes of ridding him from his scowl.

the man himself leans down close to you, his face within an inch of yours and his lips deathly close to your own. his breath is warm against your top lip, and you force your gaze upwards into his dark, liquorish eyes. “you know why, YN. there’s no way i’m going to have the women in this office harass you for my actions, for carrying my baby.” he seethes, tone contrasting with the forefinger and thumb he uses to gently tilt your chin up so you face him.

“if that’s the case, then you should have fired the whole floor.” you say meekly and gulp, this was the most yoongi had ever touched you since that night you spent tangled in each other’s arms, while he passionately ground his hips into- YN! you’re getting sidetracked! of course, aside from the occasional hand at the waist or on your bump to guide you.

“i would, for you.”

the line sends shivers down your spine and you bite your lip, lowering your gaze.

yoongi smirks down at you, letting you go gently and you’re left wondering how much power he really has in this company. the executive pulls up a chair beside you, grabbing your hand after a beat of silence. “YN, I’ve been doing some thinking, and i believe it would be best for you and the baby to move in with me in my penthouse down town,” yoongi explains simply, as your brows furrow in confusion.

“of course we’ll get a bigger place when he or she arrives, but i’ll take care of that and in the meantime i think it would also be in our best interest for you to quit your job here.”

“excuse me?”

yoongi hums absentmindedly. “i asked you to-“

“no i heard what you said, it’s absolutely ridiculous yoongi!” you cry and tear your hand from his, the deep set frown on your face growing into an ugly glare. the man simply sits back in his chair, confused. “you think just because i have your child inside of me, i’m going to do everything you say? quit my job? i worked hard to be here, i sacrificed days and hours for this position and i’m not going to leave my hard earned job because you have money and because you can get want you want.”

he stands, pushing a hand through his dark hair and stepping towards you. you weren’t going to let this man intimidate you. “YN, i’m simply making a few suggestions that will make this pregnancy easier.” yoongi growls lowly, feeling the anger boil up inside of him. why couldn’t you see that he just wanted to help?

“christ, yoongi! why can’t you see that i have a mind of my own as well?” you mutter, the hot rage coursing through your veins becoming a muted frustration. anger isn’t good for the baby and you know yoongi only means well. defeated, you pick up your bag and nod over to the man before you. “i appreciate all the help you’ve given these last few months, but i’m not a doll like your other girls, yoongi, i’m human too.”

you mumble the last part, adding that you’ll take a few days off if it pleases him. as you leave the office, yoongi is left with the lingering feeling that he’s disappointed you yet again, wanting more than anything to fix this.

“YN, sweetheart! YN...please wait!”

your frown deepens and shoulders hunch over the kart at the sound of yoongi’s voice. if only you weren’t pregnant— maybe then could you run a little faster. the executive calls your name again, following after you as you turn the corner into the baby isle. all you wanted to do was shop, for your baby— undisturbed.

rolling your shoulders, you push the kart at a faster pace and try to focus your attention on the adorable little baby grows with a range of soft pastels. “YN...” you cease at yoongi’s whining tone, biting your lip as you start to count to ten. “YN, please.” one, two, three—

“please-“

“what? what yoongi?”

yoongi throws his hands up into the air in defence, blinking shortly. you sigh in defeat and stop the kart in front of the teething toys and give the executive a lazy once over— his fit is different to what you would typically see him in, aside from his gucci and dior fabric suits. today he dons a tight fitting black t-shirt and casual black jeans that hug his thighs deliciously. breathing in deeply through your nose, your eyes flicker back up to meet yoongi’s sheepish honey ones, you nod to him to continue.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes hesitantly, debating whether or not he should reach out and touch you. “i’m sorry for making you feel like i was taking your career away from you. i know how much this job means to you and also how hard you worked for it...” the executive bites his lip and watches earnestly as you quirk you’re brow, cocking your hip as if to say ‘oh really, min yoongi?’. the man himself knows that you mean business and chooses his next words carefully. “what i’m trying to say, is that i was out of line. just because we’re having a baby together, doesn’t mean i have a right to dictate your life.”

the brunette looks down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. you hum happily and take a baby grow off of the shelf, smiling at the words embroidered into the soft white fabric. ‘daddy’s number one fan.��

“you can make it up to me by pushing around this kart,” you wink and dump the tiny clothing into the object itself. “it’s heavy.”

yoongi smiles gratefully, lifting his head and gripping the kart. “anything for you, darling.”

seven months.

“so what kind of gender reveal are we doing? cake, balloons—ooooh! confetti!”

eyes rolling, you set the small box of collectible doohickeys on the smooth glass tables of yoongi’s fancy, four bedroom apartment. it was a place uptown with views of cotton candy sunrises, baby blues and pinks that swirled with light oranges just above vast greenery. yoongi had bought a year or two again with no use but now it was being made into a space for you, himself and the baby— right after you agreed to move in with him.

yura is perched in the plush leather couch, fur blankets draped over the backs that you eye suspiciously— you’re sure that when the baby comes, they’re something that you’ll have to replace, in fear they’ll be stained with baby fluids. “YN...” she sings with her pen between her teeth, she’d been planning your baby shower since you’d been too wrapped up with OB appointments and settling in with yoongi.

as you blink, you pick up a small snow globe from one of your family vacations with seokjin— tilting your head with a sly smile. ��you know there isn’t going to be a gender reveal,” you put the globe down. would go nice with the kitchen? you’d have to put it out of the little one’s reach, though. “not until the baby is born, yura.”

“what’s happening to yura when the baby’s born?”

“you guys are so lame.” the girl in question scoffs, kicking her feet in defeat as she gives you an exaggerated sigh. yura pokes an unsuspecting yoongi in the chest as he enters the room with one of the final boxes before; she skips out to help your brother and his boyfriend with the rest. soaring a glance, you notice that ‘kitchenware’ is scrawled across the brown cardboard in the executive’s messy chicken scratch— something about the man that you’ve come to adore over the last few months. yoongi had done many things for you and the baby, so you knew moving in with him would give him some sense of security— and it made you feel much better.

yoongi looks up at you, confused as you start to giggle— moving to help him unpack the pretty marbled dishes you’d picked out with him. “why are we the lame ones?” he says with a pout, whiny tone like music to your ears.

“she’s still not over our decision to keep the baby’s gender a secret,” you raise your brows in a knowing look, reaching over and grabbing the executive’s hand sweetly. “she wanted to do a gender reveal.”

“we still could,” yoongi teases you playfully, as he uses your intertwined hands to twirl you into his chest so that he could hug you from behind. you shake your head with a bubble of laughter at the dark haired man’s antics— only quieting down when his hands slip down to your bump. a comfortable silence sweeps over you both, nothing but the sounds of your anticipating breathing filling the little space between you. another beat of silence passes before you feel the light tremor of feet and hands from the bump. “there they are.”

the pair of you spend the next few moments wrapped up in each other’s arms, waiting for your little treasure to kick and push at your tummy— but to your dismay, yoongi makes a quick departure after receiving a call from the board. for you, work had been slow and difficult as your pregnancy progressed whilst yoongi’s grew busier and busier as the season deadlines approached. you’d decided to take your leave, finding it harder to keep on your feet while your ankles begin to swell and your joints became sore— yoongi of course, was relieved.

“you two are getting affectionate.” namjoon comments, sliding into the room after your boss has left. you roll your eyes and make a move to sit on the plush couch, your little one becoming too excited.

the elder male quickly rushes over, taking your hand as he helps you to sit— you smile gratefully as thanks. “we’re just friends.”

“friends who‘re having a baby together.”

biting your lip, you pause your actions as an uneasy feeling spikes up within your chest. yoongi couldn’t possibly see you both as more than friends— he was in this for the baby and so were you. it didn’t matter that he sometimes kissed closer to your lips than normal or that he had a habit of making you blush. it didn’t matter that he called you sweet names, held your hand tight and was protective over you because mon yoongi wasn’t falling for you. was he?

or could it be, that you were falling for him?

namjoon’s brow creases with worry when your silence boarders on the edge of uncomfortable— making him take your hand in his, once more. “YN, are you okay? did i say something wrong-?”

“n-no i’m just...i’m just scared, joon,” you whisper, throat drying at your sudden realisation. the whole world feels as if it’s about the slip away from under your feet, the words you’re about to say— foreign on your tongue. namjoon looks up at you, the fear in his whiskey eyes reflecting your own. “i’m scared.”

“of what, YN?” the latter mumbles, concerned.

“of falling,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “of falling for min yoongi.”

min yoongi had come to realise that parties were never really his thing.

they were easier to enjoy when people were drunk off their minds and didn’t know what was up or what was down. but observing the gathering from the edge of the room— completely sober and nursing a glass of baby champ had shown min yoongi that he’d never really liked parties.

there were too many loud noises— the squealing from your friend and chatter from excited guests— and too many people, bodies closely packed in a tight space. at least when he was drunk, he was too out of his mind to care, but he was going to be a father now and taking care of his little humans meant taking care of himself.

after all, drinking is what brought him is little gift in the first place.

the only thing that makes the night more tolerable is the bright smile that you have plastered on your face. the executive grins when his gaze finds yours, you give him the sweetest of beams before turning back to conversing with one of your childhood friends. yoongi loves the way you look tonight; you’d settled on blush pink dress— one from a collection you’d designed yourself. he remembers how hard you’d worked to finish the designs before taking your leave, so he was adamant that you would wear the dress, the first of its kind. your hair frames your face perfectly, each curl falling perfectly into place— caressing your soft cheeks that are lightly dusted with a warm blush to compliment the shadows that paint your eyelids.

“you’re drooling, hyung...”

the dark haired male jumps at the smooth voice from behind him, a scowl replacing the loving smile that once tickled at his lips. yoongi spins on his heel, adjusting his tailored jacket as his driver, taehyung slips an arm around his shoulders. the two had known each other for longer than it might have seemed, the younger being one of the few people yoongi actually trusted. they’d met back in college, before yoongi had become a big hot shot, before he fell into the world of sex, alcohol and money.

they’d lost touch when yoongi moved from deagu to work in seoul, seeing taehyung working there as a driver had been a pleasant surprise. the royal blue haired boy hasn’t changed a bit, the only thing being that he’d started dating the printer boy, jimin— who the executive ended up promoting because he loved the two so much. they were a trio, a little circle of trust and yoongi’s home away from home.

but that didn’t stop the executive from cursing out his long time friend. “what the fuck taehyung?” yoongi hisses, pushing the driver lightly. he gives a brilliant laugh in response, as bright and as colourful as his head full of “do i look like some kind of fucking dog to you?”

jimin appears on yoongi’s left, wrapping his own arm around the older’s shoulder and linking his hand with his lover. oh god, the terrible two. who knew what mischievous they would get up to when together. “you do look like a puppy in love,” the blonde comments, tapping yoongi’s nose with his small pinky. he’s only a little bit tipsy, probably because of the whisky yoongi had caught them sneaking in. “woof woof.”

“if hyung was a dog, what breed would he be?”

“probably a chihuahua, small but...deadly.”

yoongi sighs, gaze switching between the two lovers as they squabbled over dog breeds excitedly. one, two, three, four— “do you need something?” he asks the pair, praying to heavens that they don’t and that they’ll leave him alone.

jimin giggles, the sound bubbling from between his lush lips. “we’re here to give you a pep talk.”

“you should tell her how you feel,” taehyung mumbles, clinging onto yoongi. affectionate and drunk. “you love her, everyone can see it.”

“no they can’t—“ yoongi protests, but it’s far too late. the intoxicated pair of lovers are already pushing him in your direction and he can feel his heart beating violently in his chest as he nears you. since when were you able to make him nervous? perhaps his long time friends were right, the executive had felt himself grow fond of you— almost like his world revolves around you. he was with you not just for his child but for something much greater than himself. yoongi rolls his shoulders, his fingers barely touching at your own as he does his best to grab your attention, but then you turn around— glittering eyes shining even brighter at you look to him, the wisps of a greeting painted on your pink lips. “YN... i—“

his thoughts race a million miles a minute, just staring down at you makes yoongi’s heart stop. you barely have time to greet each other, before a loud nasally voice cuts through the buzzing electricity between you. “ahhh, mr min! the man of the hour, i’ve been dying to meet you.”

“mum,” you whine with a shy smile, linking your arms with yoongi in an affectionate manner. “play nice.”

“am i ever anything but?”

taking the time to look between the two women, he notices the endearing similarities between you and your mother. like the crinkles under your eyes when you grin and the little tilt of your head when you listen intently. he can’t help but wonder what little habits your child will pick up when they’re a little older, will they be more like him? or like you? yoongi hopes to the heavens that your baby turns out like you.

the man is so lost in thought that he almost forgets to introduce himself. “yoongi is just fine ma’am.” he smiles brightly, holding out a hand for mrs kim to shake— kissing it sweetly when she does so. he can’t help but blush under the intent gaze of your mother, squeezing your arm with nerves as he brushes through the terrains of his dark locks sheepishly.

truth be told, meeting your mother was the most daunting part of the evening for yoongi. you had painted a picture of regal woman, to yoongi, mrs kim with deepest eyes that were warm and soft— seemingly yes, he had faced celebrities and big bad CEOs but this was the grandmother of his unborn child. the woman who had raised and brought you into the world— he needed to prove himself worthy, especially since he’d impregnated you outside of marriage. yoongi wanted to show your mother that he could take care of you.

“what a charming young man, YN, darling,” mrs kim chuckles, batting her lashes up at the executive. yoongi only chuckles shyly, feeling his heart rate increase at the compliment. he was never good at taking those. “you never told me he was this attractive, you’ll make handsome children.”

“mother!”

“ah but mrs kim, i’m sure that if our child does turn out as handsome as you say— it’ll all be due to YN and you of course.” yoongi grins cheekily, ducking his head when you swat his shoulder playfully. the rose tint on your cheeks tells yoongi that his words have done their job in making you flustered and of course impressing your mother too.

the woman in question gives the executive a quick wink. “ever the flatterer too, hm?”

“yes ma’am.”

the conversation lasts for a minute or so longer before you’re rushing off to stop a slightly intoxicated jimin from stripping on the snack table as yura and taehyung cheer him on from below. affectionately, you lean up and kiss yoongi on the cheek before hurrying off with the help of your brother— leaving him alone with the intimidating presence of mrs kim herself.

moments pass without a word and yoongi wishes that he had stolen the liquor from tae so it’d at least soothe the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “i believe you’ll make a great father, min yoongi,” your mother announces, eyes trained on the daughter that she raised. “the way this baby has come about may be unconventional...but seokjin tells me you’ve stepped up to the plate, that you’ve come a long way.” she pauses, taking a breath as if she’s evaluating her words. “i know that you’ll take care of them, my daughter and her baby but i fear you’re not being one hundred percent honest.”

“i’m not?” the executive questions, lips forming a pout of confusion. whilst he was glad that seokjin had spoken highly of him and that despite the circumstances, your mother supported you both— he feared that if he’d lost your mother’s approval, you would take his child and not look back.

mrs. kim shakes her head fondly, a light chuckle filling the air between them. “oh don’t look so afraid child, i mean, you’re not being honest with yourself.” she chides, rubbing yoongi’s forearm as his brows furrow further. still confused, a question forms on his lips but the executive is silenced by another tsk from your mother. “you’re in love with my daughter, it’s clear as day and i‘m afraid that if you don’t tell her now or ever— she’ll grow fearsome herself, fail to commit and...” the woman takes a deep breath, casting a gaze over to you that yoongi can’t help but follow. “she needs someone like you to take care of her when she doesn’t want any help. i trust you to do that for me, min yoongi.”

the dark haired male takes a deep breath through his nose, watching as the elder woman takes her leave in favour of helping you calm your friends. he knows in his heart that she’s right, he loves you. he loves everything about you.

and there was no better time to tell you, than now.

the drive home is comfortable, quiet. yoongi steers with his eyes on the road and his hand intertwined with you over the console. he’s not watching you, but he knows that you’re counting the raindrops that slide down the tinted windows and merge with one another, you’ve told him that it was a habit you picked up as a child.

the baby shower wrapped up just after eleven p.m, when you’d started to complain of sore feet and the baby begun kicking to their heart’s content. like the loving brother he was, seokjin offered to help clear up whilst joon packed a drunk, snogging jimin and taehyung into his own car to drop them home. you’d thanked them endlessly, only playing nice because yoongi had promised you a foot massage when you’d returned home.

pulling into the driveway, yoongi turns off the ignition and lets the car fall into rest, the drifting hum of the car helping to steadying his nervous breathing. “we’re home,” he mumbles, more so to himself than you— biting at the skin of his lower lip. you’ve stopped counting the raindrops now, turning to face the man with a brow raised in confusion.

“yoongi, is everything alright?” you ask, squeezing his hand tighter now, it feels weighty in your own— reassuring to hold like an enveloping warmth that touches your heart. even though the car is dark, you can still make out the lines of worry that crease in his forehead, he’s never usually this quiet, uncomfortably quiet. “please... you’re scaring me...”

“i’m in love with you.” he says after what seems like years of deafening silence, finally meeting your eyes with a steeling gaze. you gasp, jumping back in shock but yoongi doesn’t dare let your hand slip from his. you feared this, the day that he told you such a sweet little lie. because how could he ever love you? you were just a girl from an office party with nothing special about you. min yoongi didn’t care for you, is what your thoughts forced you to believe but your heart knew better. “and i...i know that you’re scared, i am too. but YN, i can promise you now, that i’ve never been so sure of this, of loving you than i have about anyone...”

yoongi takes both of your hands this time, dark, stormy eyes fluttering across your face earnestly. you know in your heart that you love him too, you’ve felt it for a while but he continues, giving you all the more reason to trust in his words. “you’re beautiful and kind, and these last few months i’ve realised that you’re more than i ever deserve,” he pauses, looking away shyly as he opens up to you. “and i love you, so much i-“

“just shut up and kiss me, min yoongi.” you whisper in response, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. your lips meld together perfectly as your hands move into the oblivion sea of his hair, gripping the locks tightly while your tongue finds his— engaging in a battle of passion. memories flash behind your eyes of the night you spent with yoongi, the one that gave you your gift. his hands sneak down to your waist as you kiss him eagerly, pouring a million and one emotions into it.

you don’t remember making it inside of the apartment, yoongi mumbling something about ‘not here’ in terms of taking you inside of the car. there’s a clash of tongue and teeth as you stumble up to your shared bedroom, pushing off clothes and letting out whimpers of one another’s names but when you reach the bed, rushed kisses become slow and steady, tender touches to your face and hips. “i want you,” yoongi says lowly, fingers tangling in your hair. “i want to take my time with you.”

you nod slowly as he pecks your lips once before kissing a sweet trail down your body and to your ankles. yoongi silently pulls of each of your shoes, massaging your swollen ankles as he smooths over your skin. you let yoongi take off your jewellery and smooch at your wrists, let down your hair and finally— unzip your dress. instinctively, your arms wrap around yourself like a protective barrier, shielding your body from yoongi’s moonlit gaze. of course, you weren’t ashamed to be carrying life inside of you but your body was in no way what it was before. you had stretch marks from your growing bump and swollen breasts that started to lactate here and there— you weren’t ashamed just shy.

“yoongi...i-“ you cant seem to find the words, gasping as the executive leans over you and pushes you down onto the bed. his slender fingers capture your wrists, gently pinning them above your head as his lips hover teasingly over your own.

yoongi tilts his head, allowing the moonlight seeping through the curtains to illuminate his features— the slope of his nose and the dip of his cupid’s bow. the darkness in his whiskey eyes and the black flecks that paint them. he’s beautiful. “you’re beautiful,” he whispers, staring deep into your eyes. “you’re glowing, pregnant or not i still find you stunning. please don’t hide your beauty from me.”

a small smile tugs at the curve of your lips as you nod silently, the man above you taking it as a sign to continue further. yoongi skilfully unclips your bra as his own lips find your neck, sucking on it diligently while your quiet whimpers fill the air like music to his ears. he litters your blank skin with shades of midnight blue and night sky purple as you arch your back into his chest but it’s not enough— you want to feel his skin against yours, the warmth of his body tangling with your own.

“off,” you mumble, pushing at his shirt while his calloused hands rub circles into your bare hips. “take it off.” yoongi obliges, pulling away from you for just a brief second to strip off his button up— his suit jacket and tie having been thrown off as you stumbled into the house. his skin is milky and pale, only dotted with light patches of freckles and scars fading with adult hood. “you’re beautiful too.” you add, looking yoongi deep in the eye.

he shakes his head fondly, kissing you again but only briefly. “i love you,” he utters into the quiet night before moving down to peck your bump. “i love you too.” you wait a moment as your baby delivers a small kick, seemingly tired out for now and share a gummy smile with yoongi. from there, your lover makes quick work of your panties, pulling them off in one swift movement as he takes to spreading your legs.

his touches are feather light, kisses like wise as the drift across your inner thighs and avoid where you need him most. “please, please yoongi.” you chant his name like a mantra, his warm breath making you even more sensitive than before.

“what is it that you need sweetheart? tell me.”

you chest heaves as yoongi smooths over your thighs, enjoying your responsiveness to him. “you, need you to touch me! god, please yoongi.” you whine, legs beginning to tremble with need. the executive only chuckles at the mention of his name, using his large hands to spread you open again, a single digit traces the outline of your heat, causing your hips to twitch up and follow the source of your pleasure.

“you’re so wet for me sweetheart and i haven’t even touched you yet,” yoongi coos, collecting your nectar with two fingers. he moans at the taste, leaning into your dripping heat with his tongue and swiping at the rest, making you whine and writhe in satisfaction. you had no idea why you were so sensitive and needy for his touch— blame it on the pregnancy hormones— it was almost as if yoongi had set alight a fire under your skin, scorching you with a hot desire as he spread your lower lips and tongue slipping past your wet hole.

fingers grip at his hair while you open up for him like a flower, hips rutting into his mouth as his plush lips sloppily kissed at your pulsing clit. “god, yoongi!” you cried, eyes rolling back as he slipped a digit past your entrance, curling it along side his tongue causing more of your hot slick to gush down your thighs, urging yoongi on while he moaned into your mess. the vibrations sent chills up your spine, making you arch your back and scream into the night, arousal spreading through your body and coursing through your veins. “please.”

“please, what?” the man in question asked, pressing your hips down as he looked up at you, evidence of your arousal painting his cheeks and chin. “tell daddy so he can help his baby.” yoongi cooed, replacing his tongue with two fingers, the stretch becoming a satisfying burn as he prepared you for his cock.

you writhed as the title slipped carelessly from between his lips, squeezing your tightness around his fingers as you struggled to keep your thighs apart. you were his baby and he was going to spoil you rotten. “wanna...wanna,” you fumble over your words as yoongi curls his fingers, pressing them into that spot that has you wriggling in the sheets—desperate for release. “wanna cum,”

“oh baby, you can only cum when daddy’s filling you up, yeah?” he speaks softly, all the love in the world intertwined with his quiet syllables. yoongi lazily draws circles on your clit, pressing his forehead to yours as she whispers sweet praises against your lips— they don’t stop when he pulls his fingers from your swollen heat nor do the kisses that come as he sheds the remainder of his clothes and aligns his hardened cock at your entrance.

you bite your lip harshly, eyes rolling with pleasure as yoongi’s hands find your own— his length pushing between your folds teasingly. you squeeze at your intertwined fingers, a sign that you’re ready to take him, that you don’t want to wait anymore. yoongi looks to you lovingly, lips hovering over your own, barely touching but saying every word and then some— you feel it, you see it that in this moment he loves you and for those to come, he loves you.

with a silent nod and another squeeze of your hands, yoongi pushes past your entrance, nestling his cock within the heat of your soaked walls. together, your share a gasp— finally being united as one. this time feels like your first together, no drunken hook ups, just you and yoongi and all the love in the world, between you both. his warm breath fans over your face like an ocean breeze as he sets a rhythm with his hips, slow at first with easy rolls of his body against yours— only speeding up with every octave that your moans rise in.

“yoongi...feels so good,” you mumble breathlessly, freeing one hand from his and burying them deep in his oblivion hair. yoongi only smiles down at you in response, bucking his hips a little feverishly as he drags the tip of his cock against your velvet lined walls. you jolt with pleasure, beginning to grind your hips back, in wanton— finding your hand slipping down to cup the man’s cheeks, letting him peck your finger tips that rest near the corners of his mouth. “so...so good...”

yoongi leans down, being mindful of the bump as he presses his chest to yours, your intertwined hands finding purchase in the silk of your sheets while he bottoms out inside of you. the room becomes filled with a vivid heat, the scent of passion twisting with the air leaving a lingering touch on your skin. “yeah? you like that sweetheart?” his voice is a light whisper, sending shivers down your spine as you arch your back into him. “love seeing you like this, angel,” he praises too, nosing your cheek as you fall into another pitfall of pleasure— a symphony of your sweet moans playing on repeat. “so swollen and full, carrying my sweet baby. love how big you’ve gotten for me.”

the silver words that slip from yoongi’s silver tongue have you throwing your head back, light perspiration licking at your skin as he takes the opportunity to ravish your neck once more. “got me so worked up, thinking bout those beautiful tits,“ his words start to slur as his free hand grips your breast squeezing them hard, so hard that you’re fearful they might start to leak. “can’t wait to taste that sweet milk, that you make for my baby. mine.”

yoongi ends his sentence in a grunt, cock thrusting mercilessly into your weeping hole, as he takes you over and over. words barely form on your lips, drowned out by the sound of skin slapping on skin and the moans that urge each other on. he drops his head to the junction between your neck and shoulder, hot breath tickling at your skin while you tug at his hair, his thick length pumping in and out of you, dragging you closer to the edge.

“yours, im all yours,” you whimper and clutch him closely as the tip of his cock brushes over that spot. tears spring in your eyes, yoongi’s hips rocking back and forth inside of you— the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. “i’m so close, please yoongi—daddy.”

he draws himself from your neck, pressing his forehead to yours once more as he mimics your pants, chest heaving with yours as you both draw to a close.

“cum with me sweetheart, i’ve got you...d-daddy’s got you—“ his breathing stutters, the feeling of you clenching around him becoming too much for him to bare as his thrusts become sloppy. “let me pump you full of my seed, give you another baby—“

“ohgod, yoongi!”

he pants out the last part, desperate to bring you to release. you know that his words are impossible, but the steer you on nonetheless, a blinding light flashing behind your eyes as a wave of goosebumps rise across the planes of your skin. you stumble into your orgasm, releasing onto his cock and fall into yoongi’s arms, spasming as he whispers cotton candy words into your ears while he chases after his own high.

“fuck baby, you’re so good for me, my beautiful girl.” he stammers out, tripping over his words as he fills you up with the seed of his orgasm. with trembling arms, yoongi collapses to your side, lips bright red and swollen, glass milk skin bruised and bitten. he looks beautiful like this, hair slightly frazzled from your exploring fingers as his chest rises and falls. he’s extraordinary. the executive shuffles, pulling you into his chest and kissing into your hairline with a small smile to his face. “you’re staring.”

“i love you-“ you blurt, mind cleaning from the post orgasmic haze. you know that the words have been said already, before you tumbled into the sheets with the man beside you— but this time it feels different, feels more real. you love min yoongi with all that you have, from this nose scrunch when he laughs, to the creases between his brows when he concentrates, everything about him is something that you love.

“i know,” he whispers, bumping your nose with his in an eskimo kiss.

you blink back, lacing your fingers. “no yoongi, i’m in love with you—“

“i know,” yoongi chuckles, taking your hand in his before brushing his lips against your knuckles sweetly. “and i hope to god that the heavens know how much i’m in love with you.”

nine months.

“strip.”

he utters the command, simple— yoongi bends your will to suit him best. he loves having control over you, making you follow his every wish. you’re his little pet, and he’ll do with you as he pleases. shuffling, you pull off the his shirt that you wear— revealing that you’d gone bra less in favour for comfort. the executive let’s put a deep groan that has your nipples hardening just by the sound, helpless whimper escaping your lips.

“look at you baby, all swollen and leaking for me... daddy wishes he was there to punish you himself.”

you pout heavily at his words, like you had when yoongi left two weeks into your third trimester for a three day business trip in the states. it was important, you knew that, he was finally closing the deal to debut The Red Label over there— he has big plans for the label and making you realise then, that your lover cared for the company more than you initially thought.

“miss you, daddy,” you gasp, writhing under his gaze through the facetime camera— adjusting it so he could see your rising bump. “both of us do.”

your third trimester was easier than expected, despite the aching feet and the constant desire to pee at the most inappropriate of times— the last few weeks of your pregnancy were on track to going well. your newfound boyfriend, yoongi, made sure to take care of you too, with sweet massages and passionate kisses, possessive touches to the waist and keeping your pregnancy hormones in check.

ever since that night you couldn’t help but jump yoongi’s bones at any chance you got— not that he minded, he always said that being with you was like being together for the first time again. even if it was late nights before bed or five minutes before yoongi was due for a meeting, he still was tender with you, loving with you. he still loved you.

your friends and family had instantly detected the shift in your relationship too, seokjin and namjoon giving your boyfriend the ‘you hurt my little sister and i’ll-“ talk. you know that they meant well, after all, who could imagine how far yoongi had come since the start of this all. he had begun your pregnancy as a disinterested asshole, who only cared for money or himself. he had no intent of bringing a child into the word but he really had stepped up since then, proven himself a worthy father to not just the baby, but yourself.

“you look gorgeous, so round and full...” he whispers, tired eyes watching you through the screen. his milky skin reflects a warm orange hue from the hum of the hotel lights, his hair ruffled from the stresses of the day. you close your eyes, biting your lip as your boyfriend lets out an amused chuckle— shaking his head. “wanna fuck you good, keep you pregnant. love how you look carrying my baby.”

“yoongi...”

“yes, sweetheart?”

“please...”

your boyfriend tilts his head, running his tongue over the roof of his mouth before leaning back in his chair as if he’s deciding what to do with you next—you know that you’re at his mercy, even if you’re a thousand miles apart. “touch yourself for me...but don’t you dare cum until i say so.” the man before you tuts, grinning evilly. “start with your nipples, sweetheart, i know they’re sensitive.”

you follow his words, keeping your eyes on his as you guide your fingers to your hardened buds— swirling them in circles with a quiet whimper, eliciting a similar sound from your lover abroad. “more...want more...” you gasp, feeling on edge from the stimulation.

“go ahead angel, touch yourself like daddy would.”

following his voice, your finger tips drift across your skin with a feather light touch, nothing like yoongi’s— but it will do for now. slowly, you move your laptop onto the sheets, giving your lover a clear view of the flower you hide between your legs, watching him shiver at the sight of your glistening hole. with shaky breaths, you start to rub shy circles into your clit— drawing patterns and figures of eight just like yoongi would. pleasure tingles at every tip and joint in your body, trickling through your veins as your wetness drips down your thighs, just from the thoughts of yoongi watching you.

“eyes open for me sweetheart,” he reminds you, guiding you gently to push two fingers past your entrance. you thrash in the sheets, desperate for more, to touch what only yoongi could reach— your hips buck up involuntarily at the thought of his large hands spreading you apart, fingers curling as the walls of your cervix pulse hotly around him. “that’s a good girl, doing so well for me, hm?” yoongi praises you, leaning into the screen.

“mhm, your good girl...” you respond breathlessly, pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy as you spasm and twitch with arousal. a beautiful mess is what yoongi would call it, your slick paints your thighs with a glossy essence— illuminating your skin as you curl your digits in search for that special spot. “god please please please!” you chant as yyour thighs shake with delight, the feeling only heightened by yoongi’s constant praise, your hips move desperately to catch up with your fingers that run at their own pace.

“slow down angel, don’t you wanna be good for daddy?”

you want to roll your eyes at your boyfriend, but knowing him— he’d only extended your punishment. “no,” you mumble, almost sternly, picking up the speed and curling your fingers, dragging them across your walls as you let out a high pitched squeal. “wanna cum.”

yoongi pauses and that’s when you know that you have him wrapped around your finger. a few pleases here and there have him nodding in permission for you to cum. your whole body shakes with delectation while yoongi coaxed you through your orgasm— stars twinkling behind your eyes as your released splashed out and coats your fingers.

“fuck baby, you did such a good job for me— put on such a pretty show for me...” the executive curses, shifting in discomfort. you can tell by the look on his face, parted lips and a crease between his brow, that he’s struggling to hold down his arousal. while left shaking and heavily pregnant, you some how manage to shift into a comfortable position— giving yoongi the puppy dog eyes.

“did daddy cum too?”

“no baby,”

a beat of silence and a grin from you. “please daddy, wanna see you cum too...”

a broken moan escapees from the confines of yoongi’s cherry lips, making you hum in satisfaction from across the globe. within an instant, the position of your boyfriend’s camera has changed— tilted down so you can get a good view of his cock springing free from his tight grey joggers. yoongi fists his length, hissing at the sensitivity, he’s bond turned on at this point. his cock stands at full attention, bright red tip burning in desperation as clear precum oozes heavily from its centre. throwing his head back, he begins to pump his girth, thick and wide, which makes your mouth water at the thought of it filling you up and stretching you open again.

“cum for me, yoonie,” you whisper, he’s barely three or four strokes in— too pent up to wait any longer, you have no idea how long he’s been holding it for. yoongi cums then and there, chest heaving with his dark hair matted to his forehead. thick ropes of his hot seed coats his knuckles, a shade much paler than his own skin.

you smile brightly when your lover comes to, busying yourself by pulling his shirt back over your head and inhaling its scent— firewood and pine, reminding you of him. yoongi smirks lazily as he uses a tissue to wipe up his mess before tilting the web cam up to his face for a better view, he chuckles deeply and shakes his head like before. “god, YN, the things you do to me,” he muses, rolling his eyes at your antics.

you mirror his smile, pressing a kiss to the screen as if he was really there. “you love me.”

“i do, so much.”

“and i love you, even more.”

although yoongi was meant to be returning today, you hadn’t been expecting any guests.

the jingle of keys in the lock captures you’re attention, the re-run of ‘real house wives’ not doing anything to interest you. you weren’t expecting your lover for another few hours but perhaps this was his way of apologising for leaving so suddenly. yoongi had seemed stressed this morning when you called after your OB appointment, showing more pictures from your scans with dr. jihyo park— he’d shown little excitement towards the life you’d created together, which was highly unusual for him.

nonetheless, you adjust yoongi’s sweater around you and wrap your arms around your baby bump protectively, moving from your comfortable position in the depths of your couch in search of your lover.

what you don’t expect, is the click of high heels against your marble floor.

what you least expect is the woman paired with them.

anyone with a pair of working eyes, or even less would know how beautiful of a woman she was. her skin was golden, dipped in honey and kissed by the gods of the above— unblemished and untouched. she had sharp features, cat like eyes, the colour of molasses paired with thick lashes and eyeliner that could cut diamonds. obsidian black and curled locks tumbled carelessly down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly whilst her ruby red dress hugged the dips and curves of her body— matching the blood red painted onto her lips.

she was stunning.

the stranger, however, seems too comfortable in your home. she knows exactly where to hang her keys and to put her jacket— she opens a letter that you know must be addressed to yoongi and simply tosses it aside as she struts through your home like she owns the place. it’s not until you’re standing out in the open for her to see, that she stops her actions, tilting her head into the air as if it’ll answer the questions in her puzzled mind.

“i wasn’t aware that minmin had hired new staff, i’m joohee.” she introduces herself, clear voice echoing across the hall.

you frown, rubbing your arm at her words. “who’s minmin?”

“your boss? min yoongi.” joohee answers confusedly as she approaches you, handing you her luggage expectantly. a pitiful smile crosses her plump, devil lips as she eyes your bump— making your skin crawl and coddle it protectively. “you’re pregnant? how far along are you? such a shame that minmin didn’t give you any time off. his values can be pretty off-“

you drop joohee’s bag as you listen to her blabber, her voice becoming patronising and sickly to your ears. she looks as if she’s about to have her way with you, tear into you like a lost little lamb but you won’t dare be disrespected in your own home. “listen lady,” you seethe, hating that you look like the pregnant angry lady. “i don’t know who you are, or what business you have with my boyfriend but i am not the help. now if you don’t mind, i’d like you to leave my home before i cal” security.”

the women before you lets her lips part with shock, quickly adjusting herself as if she’d been a doll in repair. her midnight eyes look you up and down while a cruel smirk as she takes her sunglasses from her air and toys with them between her perfectly white teeth.

“ah, i see, yoongi’s been out to play while i’ve been away. you’d think he’d be loyal to his wife— wouldn’t you?”

“w-wife?” you stammer, heart plummeting in your chest. you hadn’t noticed the diamond ring nestled comfortably on her ring finger— as if it had been there the whole time.

joohee smiles again, one that could be on the front cover of vogue. “three years and counting, darling, who could have guessed.” her words are like bullets to the chest, taking you down one by one. your heart burns with an unfamiliar sensation— heartache? betrayal? you can’t tell. everything seems foggy, all lies with smoke and mirrors. you had to have known at some point that it was too good to be true. “some water, darling?”

you shake your head at joohee, not realising the hand that claws at your throat. panic and pain crawl through your chest and hide in the ridges of your throat as you struggle to find the words to face the devil dressed in red satin. “no... i just, i just need a moment—“ you whisper, fiery tears burning in your eyes and threatening to scorch at the apples of your cheeks.

“take all the time you need, dearest.”

you move swiftly from there, running to the nursery and grabbing the hospital bag you’ll need for the baby’s delivery before heading to yourself and yoongi’s shared bedroom. you stare at the room with disgust and hatred, you’d shared too many loving moments with this man for it to be true. he lied to you, lied to her most probably.

you realise now that you were just another pawn in the game of chess called min yoongi.

through broken sobs, you manage to pack enough of your clothes to last you until you have time to come back. and so with trembling hands— you dial the phone and listen to it ring once before it picks up.

“hello?”

“seokjin?”

“yes, YN— what’s wrong? are you... are you crying?”

“please...come pick me up...”

there are no more words as the line goes dead, a little piece inside of you— dying as well.

yoongi had known something was off that night when he came home. a seventy-two hour stay in the states was more than exhausting— dealing with press and foreign interviewers who only wanted to hear about ‘american inspirations’ the debut collection. the executive had wanted to tell them proudly, that it had been you leading the design team, his YN but he stuck with his simple answers of gucci and dior to appease the crowd. all he wanted now, was to curl up with his darling girlfriend and their unborn child.

except... something was off.

the house had been dark when he came in, a new set of keys by the door and an unfamiliar suitcase. yoongi knew, if there was anything to go by, that you would have the hum of real house wives on and the smell of those salted kale chips he made you eat— wafting through the air. but instead, the sultry tones of old, familiar jazz oozed from his living room accompanied by the soft sounds of glass on glass and wine pouring.

wine.

“where is she? you bitch.” yoongi never swore at a woman, his mother raised him better than that but he heated the way joohee leisured on his couch— the couch where he lay with you for countless nights— sipping at a bottle of red wine. “answer me!”

joohee barely flinched at the raise in the dark haired male’s voice, simply choosing to pour another glass of the fruity liquid for the man himself. “she left minmin, who wouldn’t after finding out their little boy toy is married.” she teased, each word she spat like poison from were sweet lips.

“divorced, joohee, fucking divorced.” he heaved. “what the fuck did you tell her?”

“correction, divorcing and only what she needed to hear.”

yoongi remembers how fast he’d moved across the room, slamming his fist down on the coffee table so hard that it had almost shattered the glasses. that time, joohee had jumped, never had she ever seen yoongi so mad, so angry. “get the fuck out, walk out of the door and out of my life. it’s what you’re fucking good at.”

joohee left not a minute later, leaving yoongi alone in the dark of his home. your home. the home you were supposed to share with one another, build a life in. he hadn’t wanted that with joohee, not after she ruined him and broke what soul he had. you were the one to have brought min yoongi back to life, but now, he had lost you.

min yoongi hadn’t cried in a long time, but tonight would be the first since then.

“YN...he’s calling again.”

you look up briefly from folding freshly washed baby blankets and grows, to stare down at the phone that sits between yourself and yura before going back to the task at hand.

“ignore it.”

yura sighs, hitting decline before resuming her own activities— munching on the snacks yoongi had packed in your baby bag. ever since that night, seokjin had made sure you were guarded by at least one of your friends or family members. since you’d moved back in with him, either he or joon would watch you throughout the night, holding you while you cried your heart out. seokjin swore that the stress wasn’t good for the baby and that he’d kill min yoongi if he ever saw the ‘fucker again’ but you couldn’t help it, the man that you loved so deeply, the one who’s child you carry lied to you and tore your heart in two.

how could anyone lie about something like that?

moments pass before the phone rings again and you quickly reach over to hang up once more. “you really should talk to him YN. not for your sake but for the baby’s..” yura mumbles after a while, sucking the salt from her fingers as if she’s worried you’ll burst out mad at her. “maybe it’s not what you think—“

“how can it not be? he had a wife yura, he’s married! there’s no explanation for that!” you almost yell, clutching one of the grows to your chest tightly as if it’ll protect your heart.

“but maybe—“

“stop trying to defend him!”

“i’m not!”

“then shut up, shut up because you don’t know anything.” you add sternly as your bottom lip starts to wobble, you breathe heavily trying to calm yourself down. the slight twinge in your lower belly doesn’t distract you from the pain in your heart. “you don’t know what it’s like to fall for someone like this, to think you have it all and then—“

yura looks at you patiently, one of her greatest traits. she didn’t lose her temper with you or fall into screaming matches when your hormones got the best of you. she may have been slightly ticked at you, but she knew better than to show it. “the what?” she comments, brow raising in interest.

“nothing... i just, im sorry, i shouldn’t have yelled.” you bite your lip, putting down the small item of clothing and running a hand over your face. your roommate only shakes her head fondly, rubbing your shoulders, she knows this entire thing has been hard for you. you’d never planned to have a baby this early on in your life, you wanted big things and had major plans.

and you gave it all up for yoongi.

your friend smiles sadly, letting you go before heading to the doorway. “it’s okay, YN... i’ll give you some alone time.”

she does just that, giving you room to breathe as a million thoughts and what ifs cross your mind. what if you’d never met yoongi? would you be the same person you are now, back then? would you want this? would you— a burning sensation spikes in your lower back, making you double over in pain, this hadn’t been like any pain you’d experienced before, nothing like the braxton hicks you’d been warned about. and then, there’s a light gush between your thighs— panic soaring in your chest.

“y-yura-!” you gasp, steadying yourself on the nearest surface as the pain subsided unlike the fear and nerves that cloud your mind. “a-are you still there?”

the girl scoffs playfully from the hallway, making herself known. “of course i am, i’m your babysitter remember? i wouldn’t actually leave you.” she mumbles, tone quietening as you whine with the next oncoming contraction. “YN...are you alright?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the dresser so hard your knuckles turn white with the force. “yura... i think— i think my water just broke...”

“oh shit.”

this, this was pain.

yura whispers praise into your hairline while nurses flurry in and out of your room— she’d called your brother not long ago who was on his way from his last shift at work. you didn’t want to be alone. “why, why did i go through with this?” you whine, hair plastered against your forehead with sweat. people are surrounding you, telling you to push and then not to, everything is too overwhelming and all you want is the baby out of you.

everything that could possibly go wrong, was going wrong. an ambulance had been unable to pick you up from your brother’s home, the delivery plan having been registered to yoongi’s house— meaning that your roomate had to drive you all the way to hospital herself, getting lost on the way. now you were being wheeled through the hell hole, on the way for your delivery.

“because you wanted this baby and you wanted it him?” yura suggests, squeezing your hand tightly— only wincing when you squeeze it back with the start of a contraction. “would now be a bad time tell you that i called yoongi?”

“you what?” you screech, barely having time to be mad as another wave of pain hits burns at your waist. god, did you even think this part through? you barely register the door opening, another presence instantly by your side. your body responds naturally , calming in response to the man that’s now beside you.

yoongi grips hand, and if you weren’t in so much pain you would have torn away— your heartbeat ceasing in your but you know that you need him here. the time to talk will be later. “im sorry,” he mumbles quietly as they prepare you for the delivery room. “im sorry i did this to you, that i hurt you and i know that you don’t want me here right now, but im not going anywhere. not when you need me.”

curling in on yourself at the student wave on pain, you take a chance and stare up into his eyes— searching for the truth, for an answer. “okay,” you breathe, unsure of what you’ve uncovered behind yoongi’s dark eyes. “okay, lets do this.”

the executive nods at the nurses to make a move for the private delivery rooms he’d booked earlier on in your pregnancy. he squeezes your hand with a promise to yura that he’d take care of you, while you brought new life into the world.

“she’s waiting for you, y’know.”

yoongi doesn’t dare to look up, choosing to focus on the scuff on his shoes as a distraction from the conversation that is to come. it’s been hours, three or four, since the delivery— the birth of his child smooth sailing from the moment he took your hand but through all the screaming and cursing at him, yoongi couldn’t help but think of what he had lost. a family, a life with you.

but now, your room was packed with the family you had built before him, namjoon cradling you’re infant in his arms as yura cooed away— playing with tiny fingers. the executive didn’t feel like he belonged, like he didn’t deserve to be in there with you.

seokjin clears his throat with a roll of his shoulders before taking a seat next to the latter. as much as your brother despised yoongi, he knew in his heart that you were meant to be together. he’d seen you both grow from cold, isolated human beings into the warmth that a child needed to be in the world. seokjin would do this for you. for you and the baby.

“look,” the elder starts, elbows on his knees to support himself as he rubs his hands together, ordering over his next choice of words. “i never liked you, i knew that you’d break her somehow—“ yoongi scoffs, cutting the other kim sibling off, as the words nick his heart. “— but i also know that she gave a lot up for you because she loves you. that mother in there, YN, is going to need all the help she can get and christ be damned that i’m going to give it to her but that baby... that baby is going to need a father. so either you step up and prove to her that you’re still in this or you take your leave now.” seokjin warns, this time— sparing a dark glare to a now intimidated min yoongi. “because the last thing they now need, is another let down.”

the executive blinks, taking a moment to ponder your brother’s words. “i understand, thank you.”

seokjin nods, moving into your room to round up your family— giving yoongi the space he needs to explain himself to you. when he enters, you have the baby swaddled in your arms with a look that says it all. that your entire world is right here with you. a look that makes yoongi fall in love with you all over again.

“he’s beautiful,” you whisper, having heard the male come in— sparing him a short glance before looking back down at your baby, afraid that if you look away for too long, he’ll disappear. “don’t you think?”

the dark haired man can’t help but nod, approaching you slowly to admire his son— a small little thing with beautiful eyes to match your own and a head full of curls, just as dark as yoongi’s. “we made a beautiful little thing.” he comments, leaning down to brush his thumb over little min’s cheek. yoongi looks up, not realising how you watch him with tenderness, this was how it was supposed to be. “YN...i-“

“yoongi.” you breathe, turning back to focus on your baby.

“i’m sorry, i should have told you— about joohee— about my marriage with her, which is over by the way...” yoongi hates how you flinch at the mention of his ex, reaching out to grab your hand. he breathes a sigh of relief when you don’t pull away like he expected you too. “we’re getting a divorce.”

you gasp, all of your emotions flying at you at once. joohee had failed to mention that fact to you, something you might have heard if you’d heard yoongi out. “but she said—“

“i was with her a long time ago, back when i was working in daegu and she changed. the industry changed and she did too. joohee became manipulative and rude and—“ the executive closes his eyes, taking a moment to reflect. he’d never opened up about this before, but he needed you to understand...maybe forgive him. he needed to be in his child’s life. “and we weren’t working anymore, giving each other what we needed. i wanted white pickett fences, a dog, a family but she wanted all the money in the world and i couldn’t give her that.” he breathes, and you squeeze his hand. “but i met you at that party where i felt so free,”

his words come out as jumbled, becoming a ramble causing you to shake your head and grip the man’s wrist tighter. “yoongi.”

“and then this happened and i knew that i wanted all of that with you and our son and i’m so sorry that i put you through all of that pain, for not telling you—“

“min yoongi—“

“and i just miss you so much that it hurts, i want to be with you...”

“god min yoongi just shut up and kiss me!” you repeat your words from early on, using the hand that held his to pull him closer, pressing his lips against yours in a forgiving kiss. you pour all of your words and emotions into the movement of your lips against his, your love, your pain, your passion. you love him, you do— with all your heart and soul, the pair of you being mindful of the baby between you as you hold each other near and dear. “i-i love you,” you stammer, pressing your forehead against his. yoongi smiles, lips hovering over your own, he’s about to lean in for another kiss when your little boy gurgles between you. “and i love you too baby.”

“does he have a name yet?”

“i was waiting for you...”

yoongi smiles, letting your baby boy wrap his tiny fingers around his own. your body lights up with joy, if someone had told you— nine months ago, that you would end up with the worlds most beautiful baby boy, a man that you loved and a family that supported you... you would have laughed but now you’ve seen, that sometimes life has unexpected twists, good and bad.

but luckily for you, you’d had a good one. “joonwoo,” your lover hums, kissing the top of your babies head before giving you the very same kiss. “that should be his name.”

“joonwoo, meaning protection,” you mumble in a wordless agreement, observing your family. joonwoo had been a name you picked out with yoongi one night during the early stages of your pregnancy—you were surprised that he’d even remembered. “it’s perfect.” yoongi would have your white pickett fences, your dog and your family home but for now, you would enjoy the moment— enjoy the time with your boys and wait for what the future would hold.

you couldn’t wait to see where you’d be in another nine months from now.

“ahaha! look, they’re kissing! what did i tell you guys? thats twenty bucks… each!” taehyung exclaims happily, removing his face from the glass as he watches the happy family through it. jimin only rolls his eyes from behind his lover, arms aching slightly from the abundance of gifts he holds in them.

yura rolls her shoulders, having half a mind to shove the blue haired male over but she knows you’d give her an earful if she did. “fuck you,” she groans as she passes over the cash.

“i do that already!” jimin chirps from behind.

that’s when seokjin sweeps in, taking the money from taehyung with a happy smile. much to the disdain of the latter. “but i called it! he’s a boy.” the elder smirks, counting the bills. taehyung pouts in response, clinging to his boyfriend who only rolls his eyes at the group’s antics.

“but y’all are forgetting, the most important thing...” namjoon adds, taking the money from seokjin and smirking smugly at the shocked faces he receives. “i won the bet cus they’re getting married.” the brunette reveals in a sing song tone, pulling the ring box that yoongi entrusted him with. namjoon only chuckles as the group descends into chaos.

this baby was in for one hell of a family.

⇢ author’s note(s): thank you all so much for reading!! please let me know what you think and have a wonderful day or night <3

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vminity21 · 4 years

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hoax | jjk

Pairing: friend!Jeongguk x female!reader, friendship to lovers!au

Word Count: 2,854

Genre: fluff/smut/angst

Warning(s): angst involving unrequited love, foul language use, smut, oral (m receiving), grinding, smutty kissing, unprotected sex, may or may not have happened in a restaurant, slight fem!dom Rated: 18+

Summary: the hoax was that you assumed it was unrequited love, but being approached by Jeongguk’s potential love interest proved otherwise, and the determination of confessing your feelings had never been so strong.

Credit to: @suhdays for the cover! I’m obsessed with it!

It’s crazy to think that just a certain way someone looks at you can spark a desire to dream about every and any scenario you can fester to make reality seem promising. Especially when it comes to a potential future with a suitor who’s gentle eyes meet yours now and again definitely trailing strings of hope in its wake. You imagine the way he would touch you in a dim, candlelit room where nervous breaths echo and wide eyes venture; you imagine the way he would tease you with silly banter if you could only muster enough bravery to sit next to him; you would envision moments of laughter even in the hours of the early morning before heading to work; you even ponder about how he would kiss you the very second you confess your love for him.

You wonder, you wonder, you wonder.

Palm clutching the metal doorknob from inside the bathroom, nerves tingle along your stomach when a fresh wave of nausea erupts. He is out there somewhere in the dining hall with his family as well as yours, and everyone assumes you are working late. Desperate to reveal what you have kept underneath for too long, your boss gave you the evening off, and here you are fully clothed in a glimmering dress, hair curled, and makeup dazzling your face. Mind drifting to all the events leading up to this moment has been what fueled your impulse of a decision.

When a friend of the past, LenLen, reached out to you last spring, you immediately took it considering it had been years since you had seen her including her four siblings: Maeve, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jeongguk. Unfortunately, your siblings, Monnie and Hoseok, happened to be busy that evening but you still went anyway, driving to what happens to be your favorite Italian restaurant. Seeing LenLen for the first time in four years was exciting, and you were happy to discover she had a boyfriend by the name of Kim Namjoon. His tall frame nearly overtowered LenLen and you were very appreciative of how social he was, and you found it quite adorable that they happened to meet on a popular dating app where many knew it to be for casual hookups.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the crew to show up, but you were amazed at how much everyone had grown- four years can make a world of difference, but you will never forget when your eyes landed on Jeongguk- your heart nearly leaped from your chest. Dark strands parted to showcase glimmering brown eyes and a thin lipped smile remained on his face nearly the entire evening. The attraction you felt was evident to you especially when everyone decided to continue the evening with mini golf. Anytime he was around you, it was like the feelings budded into a hope you weren’t sure how to control.

LenLen and Namjoon who you had carpooled with after dropping your car off at the apartment, decided to head home and LenLen’s siblings offered to drive you back to where you live. Jeongguk wouldn’t even drop you off where you claimed you would walk, parking in a handicap spot close enough to where the walk was easier to get to your door. He hadn’t gone with you but you were thankful he was kind enough to dismiss your original request. After a few days, you received a dm of a meme that he said made him think of you which ignited the excitement that he may be interested in you after all, but it was the most short lived four messages you had ever seen.

Moving on, nearly a year and a half passed when your roommate and best friend, Min Yoongi, decided to move into a new apartment ten minutes down the road, and your sister Monnie was preparing to move in to take Yoongi’s place. Maeve happens to be very fond of Monnie, and a month prior to the move, LenLen and Maeve invited you and Monnie to hangout at a Brewery not far down the road from your apartment. LenLen and Namjoon mentioned a guy named Seokjin who they were going to try setting you up with even though you already had a person in mind. When Monnie messaged you about the plans, you jokingly asked if Jeongguk was going to be there and at first he wasn’t, but when the day came, and he showed up at the table-

your hands went completely numb.

His presence was so overwhelming that you felt the need to consume enough alcohol to tipsy away the anxiety revolving around how shocked you were to see Jeongguk in all his glory sitting across from you. Taehyung took the seat to your left; Monnie had the biggest crush on Taehyung until Seokjin arrived and although the broad shoulders nearly caved you in, you knew Seokjin was your sister’s type and before you knew it, you caught Seokjin sneaking glimpses of Monnie every chance he got. And, after a few weeks, Seokjin and Monnie became the next couple aside from LenLen and Namjoon, cuddling at every bonfire.

As much as you hoped for Jeongguk’s attention, the most you scored was a teasing side eye while he planted his car keys into your hand where his fingers lingered a bit longer than you expected; also, the quick witted flirt of when you dropped your phone he offered to call it resulting in a deep blush flushing across your chest. Even admitting to him how he most definitely had muscles despite his insecurity of wanting his body to become more buff, and you may have spilled that he was attractive, because he is. The funny part is this all happened in front of Cadence- a girl Jeongguk had feelings for and the same girl who upset you enough that you are now hiding in the bathroom, trying to suppress the fuming anger boiling in your chest.

‘You think for one second he meant anything he said to you? I’m the one he wants and you know it.’

She was the first to see your arrival, and she immediately approached you with intense determination and resentment etched in her red lipped frown. She made it clear that she was aware of you and Jeongguk sharing a serious moment where you almost fully confessed, and he claimed how lucky any guy would be to have you. Your heart shattered for you knew he was stuck between a woman who couldn’t make up her mind and a woman that could. It was like he knew what the true answer was but he battled on not wanting to hurt anyone. When Cadence said what she said, you literally muttered, “What are we, in high school?” Offending the girl enough that you were able to stomp away, tears brimmed, yet you knew you couldn’t give up on Jeongguk just yet.

Bursting through the restroom door, the front of your gown clutched within both hands as you dash past the waiters and waitresses concentrating on balancing trays of food while the air reverberates with clinking glasses and scraping forks. The waft of savory meat and loaves of bread floods your nostrils, yet your eyes search the crowded tables for only one person. Frantically, you find his brother, Taehyung, fitted in a suit, chowing down on his dinner, “Hey, have you seen Guk?” You lean toward his ear trying to maintain your cool.

“Yeah, he’s over there,” Taehyung points toward his right where a few chairs away sat Jeongguk merrily conversing with his siblings though a sadness clouds his umber eyes. When you left earlier, he appeared visibly hurt that you couldn’t make it tonight, but here you are, rushing to him as if this would be the last time you would ever see him again.

“Guk!” You breathe, his wide eyes immediately turning to see you halting before him.

“Y/N? I thought-” He scoots his chair back to stand to his feet, overtowering you as his hair falls into his eyes. The sounds of the restaurant are loud enough to not make the scene unfolding as noticeable, but even if there was to be silence, you could care less.

“I worked it out with my boss, and I’m here now, and I don’t give two fucks what Cadence says-” you’re panting now as well as burning up with unwanted blushes.

“Cadence? She’s here?”

“Of course she is, when is she not with you?” Wetting his lips, his eyebrows furrow when he swallows slowly.

“I didn’t invite her.”

Shock is evident in your expression as the words died on your tongue, “You didn’t?”

“No, because it wasn’t her that I wanted to see tonight.”

When relief floods your limbs, you are hardly in a position to think straight for the man you’ve been hoping for all this time is finally seeing the light that has been shining this entire time: you. “Guk, I love you,” gasping, his lips collide with yours without any hesitation as his palms move to grip your waist. The tips of your thumbs find the corners of his lips while he kisses you slowly, taking in every moment that he never wants to lose any further for you are the missing puzzle piece that he has needed. He wants to show how sorry he is for letting you down prior to this moment; how blind he was to ever think he could let you walk away, and as stunning as you are, his heart pounds significantly.

“Awwww,” you hear Monnie coo as you giggle against his kiss. Jeongguk’s lips hardly leave yours before the pair of you find yourselves in a walkway where swinging doors meet at each end of the hall. Empty food carts are sporadic within the space and it’s so dim, your mind races with the feelings growing in all the right places. Moaning into his kiss when tongues meet, his arms latch underneath your ass before lifting you up to where your back hits the wall. Kisses growing so aggressive yet so passionate, you feel like you can’t catch a good breath and the last thing you ever want is to stop. Fingers tangling with the dark strands of his hair, your legs wrap tightly around his frame while you slide your teeth over his bottom lip, him hissing in response as he continues to bruise your mouth with the same hunger.

You are hoping not one individual happens to walk through here, and yet you don’t seem to mind this scandalous desperation of finally becoming one with the love of your life who happens to love you in return though it took a long time coming. Your dress has slid up to your thighs exposing your skin where you feel the material of his tuxedo and when the click of your heels meet the ground after a few more minutes of paradise, you feel his erection against your abdomen which arouses you to oblivion, and the sheet of your dress returns to sway against your shins.

Lost in the continuous motion of his kiss, you realize he plops into a chair that the back of his calves happened to discover. Breathless, you realize his attire has been disheveled while his hazy eyes sweep your figure, and with a lustful gaze you party a knowing smirk. Seductively you step forward to slowly swing each leg over his frame, set in a perfect straddle where your core grazes along his length. He hums pleasurably while you move your hips back and forth in a tease before pressing your lips to the corner of his jaw. Jeongguk struggles where to place his hands, sliding them along your back until he squeezes your thighs, letting you glide as much as you want while you pepper kisses on any visible skin you see.

Heat clenching, you can hardly take it anymore when you scramble to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his slacks, parting the slit in his underwear to reveal his being prompting your mouth to water at the sight. Jeongguk inhales sharply, you wanting to get down to business, sliding backward off his lap until your ajar mouth tickles along his shaft to build anticipation. “You don’t have to-”

“Shut up,” you take charge, fingers accepting his length carefully while the tip of your tongue dances from the base of his being to the tip in an agonizing pace. He places his hands within the curls of your hair, tightening his grip as he groans in ecstasy. Swirling your tongue along his tip, spreading his precum on his surface, you dip, sucking up and down- the feeling so satisfying, he can’t take his eyes off you. “Fuck,” his raspy voice sounds, “you feel so good.”

His words ignite the motivation to keep going, sashaying your tongue along his girth while you continue the bliss, but you didn’t want him to finish too soon. Releasing, you stand to bundle your dress up to expose a coral thong, shedding it down your legs prompting Guk to raise his hands in surrender. “Are you gonna at least let me pleasure-” Leaning forward with the sexiest menacing look you can muster, you fold your palm over the chair, inching as close to his face as you can to where your mouth barely brushes his panting lips. His words stop, eyes enlarging at the way you take the lead so effortlessly.

“I said shut. Up.” Deep down, you are willing to admit that you are truly showing Jeongguk what he will be missing if he ever decides to change his mind, and with the truth appearing at bay, there is nothing that you could ever do that will ever scare him away. He wants to make you feel good too. He wants to be with you. Reaching for his length, you position it beneath your core, letting the sloppy sound of your wetness cover his tip before taking him all in.

“Ooooh my-“ He grits his teeth trying to control himself and when you nod your permission, he begins his thrusting, your hands tangled in his hair while you moan against his ear. The way he moves sends you over the edge in the most erotic way, and with each stroke, he hits your g-spot, the strong feeling growing so intensely, you can feel the brink of a climax. “Keep going!” You gasp, “Keep going, Jeongguk, keep- ah!” Your toes curl against your heels as your thighs tighten, your high coming to its completion, as an orgasm overtakes your senses. Jeongguk spills within in you, arms wrapping around you tightly while he presses his mouth into your shoulder. Hugging him back, you have forgotten the existence of time, and how long you two hold each other, you are unsure.

“I’m so sorry that I-”

“Don’t.” You stop his whisper, eyes closed while you bury your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the crisp scent of his cologne. “I’m just glad you’re with me now.”

He tips his head enough to where you turn to face him, a seriousness overcomes his expression, his stare flitting to make contact with your own, “I love you, too.” Hearing the words become so real to the point that you almost want to cry tears of joy, but that doesn’t get to happen.

“Uh-” A male voice echoes, scrambling to your feet in pure terror, while the scrape of a turning chair holds Jeongguk fumbling to return his area back into his pants. Jimin stands frozen in place while you struggle to form any phrase.

“It’s not- it’s not what you think!” You squeak, your skin burning from embarrassment. As soon as the words left your mouth, Jimin’s ajar lips and wide eyes, look down at your crumpled thong that still rests proudly upon the floor. Shit, you shudder, and Jimin’s stiffened frame, shifts to exit the hallway, Jeongguk stifling laughter while you twirl to face him. Unbeknownst to you, Guk had reached to retrieve the damp garment, shaking his head. “You’re laughing? Your brother just caught us having sex in a restaurant!”

“An isolated part of a restaurant. And, I promise you he didn’t see too much of anything, I think he will be fine,” Guk chuckles, standing to his feet while you stare at him in calm disbelief.

“If this gets back to Monnie, I will never hear the end of it.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” you reply, relaxing into his embrace.

“Good. Because I plan to be around every time she brings it up.” Tilting your chin, he kisses you once again. “And,” he pulls away swiftly, raising your thong to your peripheral vision, “I want plenty reasons to have to return these to where they rightfully belong.”

And just like that, your dreams come true, staring up at his wide smile that scrunches his nose, and the way he looks at you returning the same joy- the hoax of unrequited love almost made you give up, and Jeongguk is determined to never let you slip away ever again.

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Lost & Found - 13

Pairing: Park Jimin x soulmate (oc)

Warnings: Insecurity, anxiety, abandonment, oc feels like she’s gonna puke which, honestly, same

Word Count: 5.3k

a/n: we’ve only got a few chapters left!!!! *cue the screaming*

Chapter 13. You Never Walk Alone

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I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

In fact, I’ve wondered many times if I came into existence for the sole purpose of breaking as many rules as possible within a short amount of time.

However, as I sit here staring down at my phone and listening to it ringing without someone answering on the other end, I find myself promising whoever is listening to my prayers that I’ll obey every rule to come my way for the rest of my life as long as someone just answers me.

For hours, no one does.

By the time the moon has risen, I’ve finally dozed off on the couch with my phone still in hand and a very confused Elle on my stomach. When my phone begins to ring, I jump, nearly falling off of the couch in the process.

Without even bothering to see who is calling me, I bring the phone up to my ear.

“Yah, hyung. I’m already- oh...Jolie?”

I blink, wondering for a moment if this is all some cruel dream. “...Jimin? What’s going on- what happened?”

“You’re safe- she’s safe, hyung.” There’s chatter in the background, but my ears perk up at a familiar voice. “I’m so sorry, you must have been worried sick- hey!”

“Jolie?”

I jump off the couch, eyes wide. “Chung-hei?! What’s going on? Why haven’t you been answering your phone? I- I thought…”

I don’t quite know what I thought. Obviously, that the worst had transpired. Chung-hei knows exactly what path my thoughts have taken, as she’s quick to explain.

“I’m so sorry, Jolie. When we left your place Sunmi noticed that someone was tailing us,” my breath comes up short. “I think they thought you were with us, they might have been tailing the car for the past couple of days to make sure it was yours. And then they probably saw Christina…”

She doesn’t need to explain that to me. No doubt whoever was tailing them saw Christina with her severed thread and automatically assumed that she was Jimin’s estranged soulmate.

“So what happened? Is everyone ok? Is Christina alright?”

There’s some fumbling on the other side of the phone, and I swear I hear Chung-hei’s annoyed sigh but it’s quickly covered as another familiar voice breaks through the phone.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me!” Christina shouts a little unnecessarily.

“I- how did you hear me?” I ask, furrowing my brows. “Am I on speaker?”

There’s a long pause in which I know that I must be on speaker, especially as a voice that sounds mysteriously like Kim Seokjin shouts “Yeah you are we wanted to know what you sound like!” There’s a muffled grunt in which I can imagine someone giving him a firm elbow to the ribs.

“Hang on, let me step outside-” Christina’s suggestion is met with a load of whining, but she must ignore them because a second later all is silent save for the sound of wind. “There. I needed to get out of there- I’m freaking out. I’m so dying right now.”

“I’m sure you’re rattled, you were literally just tailed! How did you lose them?”

“Oh, yeah. That sucked, but I was talking about the fact that I literally just met BTS. I don’t want to spoil anything for you, but Park Jimin is so much more handsome in person. I couldn’t hardly think straight in there-”

“Yeah, yeah,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Save it for later. I was a mess over here, thinking you’d died or something. Can you please explain what went on?”

Once she subsides in her giggling - and I get over the strange butterflies that have somehow come to life in my stomach - Christina gets to the point.

“Right...well, we’d only made it a couple of blocks before Sumni noticed that someone was following us. She’s been trained to pick up on that kind of stuff, you know. She said that they’d been hiding out near your apartment earlier, and that it looked like they’d been waiting the entire time while we’d been inside.”

“So how’d you lose them?”

“She drove straight toward the Bighit building and contacted the security there. By the time the people tracking us knew that she was leading them into a trap, it was too late. They got pulled over, security took them over to the police department a little while ago.”

I shiver thinking about them lurking outside of my apartment, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

“And...why didn’t you answer my calls, then? I seriously was about to go running around Seoul looking for you.”

Christina barks a laugh. “That’d be a sight to see. We were told to power off our phones, they’re being looked at right now to make sure they weren’t able to somehow get a way to track us through there. We should get them back pretty soon.”

Taking a seat and then slinking down to sprawl out on the couch, I sight at the ceiling. My eyes well up tears of relief, but I close my eyes to stop them from escaping. “I’m happy you’re safe.”

“Me too. The boys were already at the Bighit building, you should’ve seen Jimin. He was-” Christina lowers her voice as though suddenly realizing that she’s not that far from the man in question, “You know how the boys say that he can be really scary when he’s angry?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I believe them now. I think it was a good thing security took those people away before he could see them. He probably would have killed them, he looked so pissed off.”

I snort out a laugh, throwing my hand over my mouth. “Let me guess, that only made him more attractive to you?”

“You know what, it totally did.”

It feels good to laugh after the stress of the day, so I let it out. Giggling up a storm with Christina who admits that she may be wavering in her undying devotion for Jimin simply because of the fact that Taehyung offered her a glass of lemonade.

“Oh, oh! He’s looking at me- oh. He’s telling me to come back inside.” I let out another guffaw at Christina’s massive crush on Taehyung. “Hey, I have to turn you back over to your soulmate now, but I’ll let you know when I get my phone back. Ok?”

“Ok,” I mumble, suddenly going quiet. There’s some static as the phone is exchanged, and suddenly Jimin’s speaking to me.

“Hey...you doing ok?”

I blink, taken aback by his question. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then, when he doesn’t respond, “Are you...alright?”

From the way the voices in the background are fading, Jimin must be moving away to find a more private location. Indeed, I again hear Seokjin’s teasing voice in the background however it’s too muffled to understand.

“Yeah. All good over here.” I hear a door click shut. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, though. About everything that happened today. You might not like it, but...well, it’s for your own safety.”

This has me sitting up straight, bracing for whatever it is he’s about to say. “Ok…”

“We need you to stay inside, don’t leave your house. Just for a couple of days, maximum. We don’t know if these people had more that were trying to track you, and until we can round them all up…”

I stare blankly at the wall in front of me. Stay here? No work?

Honestly, it doesn’t sound that bad.

Except for one little thing.

“...Jolie?”

“I...I’m not sure, Jimin.”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry,” it makes it so much worse, because I can hear just how sorry he is. “But please, just for a few days. We need- I need you safe.”

How can I say no to that?

“Alright.”

“You’ll do it? I’ll have groceries delivered, just text me what you need-”

“I’m pretty sure I can pay for my groceries, Jimin,” I say with a strained smile, eyeing the calendar on the wall and the circled date just a couple of days from now. Hopefully all of this will blow over by then. “Don’t worry.”

“Honestly, if you don’t send me a grocery list I’ll just end up sending random food to your apartment. So take your pick, I guess.”

Rolling my eyes fondly, I give an over exaggerated sigh. “Fine. I’ll compile a list.”

✂

The girls get their phones back not long after I finish my conversation with Jimin. Sunmi is quick to send me a play by play of Christina’s growing crush, which helps to ease the worry growing in the pit of my stomach.

The next morning there’s a pile of groceries waiting outside on my doorstep, making me smile softly. Jimin had clearly added a few items to my small list, because I don’t remember requesting a bag of chocolates or a bag of Doritos. Either way, I’ll take it.

There isn’t a whole lot to do with my day off, other than find a new show to watch and different ways to annoy Elle. Jimin texts me throughout the day, and I find myself itching to call him.

If only to just hear his voice for a moment.

However, as my fingers hover over the call button, I find myself hesitating. It scares me just how quickly I want to interact with him. After all that I did to distance myself from him, I’ve been reduced to an insatiable fangirl after a bouquet of flowers and some slipped chocolates.

Staring at my phone, I try my best to control my breathing. Then I send off a message.

Me: Ok, help. I’m freaking out.

Christina is quick to respond.

Christina 🍯: hahahahaha

Me: what.

Me: I come to you for help and I get laughed at? 😡

Christina 🍯: no, it’s just...when are you not freaking out?

Christina 🍯: think about it

Christina 🍯: you always are lol

Me: Ok. Not helping. Remember, I came to you for help?

Christina 🍯: right right, what’s up

Me: I think this is all happening too fast

Christina 🍯: I’m assuming this is about Park Jimin?? Who, might I add, looked fiiiine in his sweats yesterday

Me: QUIT IT

Me: I’M GROWING WEAK

Christina 🍯: are you feeling things?!! 😱

Me: YES OK I AM PLS HELP

Christina 🍯: I don’t see why you need help…?

Christina 🍯: isn’t this a good thing?

Me: is it?

Christina 🍯: ...yes.

Christina 🍯: what brought this on?

Me: I want to call him.

Christina 🍯: ….

Me: We just talked last night.

Christina 🍯: ….

Me: well, isn’t it all a bit much? I mean, I literally was trying to be completely separated from him just a few weeks ago and now I’m suddenly having to remind myself that I don’t need to constantly talk to him! Isn’t that like a bit...idk, a bit sketchy??

Christina 🍯: no.

Christina 🍯: idk if you remember this, but he’s your soulmate. And sometimes when people start to meet their soulmates, they want to talk all the time.

Me: isn’t it going to annoy him? I mean, I already kinda feel like a pity case…

Christina 🍯: first off, no. you’re not a pity case, so stop thinking that. If anyone’s a pity case, it’s me because I was invited to lunch today with Chung-hei nd the boys and I’m gonna ride this out for as long as possible

Christina 🍯: if I could sneak you a picture of Tae without looking like a creep, I totally would 😰

Me: ok, I don’t know how to respond to that lolll

Me: have fun at lunch though!!! Don’t drool or anything

Christina 🍯: yeah, let’s move past that 😂

Christina 🍯: just, call him. Honestly, he’s been checking his phone constantly anyways. And, don’t you think he deserves it? Call him. You know I don’t mean this in a rude way but...he’s done everything in this weird relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship so far. Time for you to return the favor.

✂

“...Jimin?”

Jimin blinks, looking around the table until his eyes land on who was just calling his name. Chung-hei smiles at him from her spot beside Namjoon.

“Yes?”

It’s when everyone starts to giggle that he realizes he must have missed something.

“How’re you doing over there?” Chung-hei asks. Jimin frowns.

“...good. How are you?”

Namjoon places his arm on the back of Chung-hei’s chair, and Jimin notices the way her cheeks automatically redden.

“You seem a little distracted today,” Namjoon croons. “That’s all.”

Looking around at everyone’s amused faces, Jimin notices one face that isn’t looking in his direction.

Christina is smiling slightly at her phone, fingers flying across the screen as she texts out a message.

“Christina’s distracted too!” Jimin points to the girl like a kindergartener, a sly smile on his face when she looks up at him with raised brows.

“Hey, it’s for a good reason,” she says.

“Oh?” Taehyung leans forward, resting his chin in his hand. “And what would that be?”

Everyone notices the way Christina looks at Taehyung before quickly looking away, as though looking at him for too long could burn her. Like a moth to a candle, though, she can’t quite stay away.

“His soulmate,” she finally says, pointing an accusing finger right back at him. “I’m helping her through an existential crisis or something.”

Jimin automatically scoots forward, concern written across his face. “What’s going on? Does she need something?”

Christina snorts as a text - a text from Jolie, apparently - comes through on her phone. “No. She’s fine. Just needs to get out of her head. I suspect that sitting cooped up in the house isn’t helping.”

Ah.

It had hurt to have to order her to stay home, he knew how much that could hurt. Sure, some people might not have a problem with it. But something told him that there were only so many distractions in Jolie’s small apartment that could keep her entertained. Hopefully it would all be over soon.

And then what?

That was the question that had been plaguing him today. How long would he be forced to run this same track over and over again? How long until they were both ready to face each other?

They were going to face each other, right?

Christina sits back in her chair with a satisfied sigh, looking quite pleased with herself.

“What are you so happy about?” Jimin asks, leaning back and crossing his arms. Christina merely looks at him and then down at his phone which sits atop the table.

Just like magic, it begins to ring.

“O-oh, uh…” Jimin scrambles to his feet, nearly tipping over his water in the process. Grabbing his phone, he looks for the quickest exit.

“Why don’t you just stay in here?” Jin asks, ever the prying one. “We can all chat.”

Jimin pays him no mind, heading straight for the door and bringing the phone to his ear. “Hey, what’s up?” He prays he sounds nonchalant.

“Aish, he’s already so over-protective,” Hobi calls out loud enough for Jolie to hear on the other side of the phone.

“Hyung! At least wait until I’m out of the room!” Jimin shouts back, finally slipping out into the hallway. Jolie’s laugh is enough to make him smile.

“Sounds like you’re having fun,” she teases.

Jimin sighs, leaning his head back against the wall. “So much. How are you? Have you gone stir-crazy yet?”

There’s a moment’s silence. “Yes. Definitely. I think by about eight o’clock this morning, actually.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

Another moment of silence, in which Jimin scrambles for something - anything to say in order to keep her on the phone.

“Did you, uh, get the groceries?” It’s a pointless question; he was notified this morning when they were dropped off.

“Oh! I did! And I saw some chocolate…? And Doritos. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Jimin grins. “Nope. No clue.”

“Huh. Interesting. I could have sworn you’d added them in there. What are you trying to do, make me fall in love with you or something?”

Of course, the answer is yes. Can he say that, though?

Aren’t they supposed to be taking this slow? Why did nobody tell him that it would be this hard to do something so simple?

“Sorry...was that awkward?”

Jimin starts at the sound of Jolie’s voice, realizing that he never responded. “Er, no. Sorry, I was just thinking.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Is chocolate all it takes, then?”

He swears he can hear a gasp on the other side of the phone, but then again that may just be wishful thinking.

Either way, he temporarily throws caution to the wind. He knows he’s toeing the line, but he can’t find it in himself to back off. Not when he can hear Jolie’s soft laugh on the other side of the phone and wonders if she’s wearing that same smile he saw for a fraction of a second all those weeks ago.

“Well, it’s a good start. Obviously the chips were a bonus.”

“Ah, yeah. I thought those might be a nice touch.” He pauses. “Hey, are your flowers still doing good? Or are they dead?”

“I feel like I’m in danger of receiving more flowers if these ones are dead,” Jolie muses.

“Danger? Really?”

“You know you don’t have to keep me in constant supply of flowers, right? Besides, I’m planning on drying the ones I have now.”

“Consider it a present for making you stay inside for so long.”

Jolie hums on the other side, and Jimin finds himself nodding along to the sound. “About that...any updates? Do I have any more stalkers?”

Jimin shivers at the thought. He’s dealt with his fair share of stalkers over the years, he’s had quite enough of them. “Nothing yet, but we should know more by tonight at the latest. I’ll be sure to call you as soon as I know.”

It’s quiet on the other side, but Jimin allows some time for the quiet to settle. When he doesn’t get a response back for a while, he quietly speaks.

“Hey, you alright over there?”

There’s a long sigh, one that he thinks he wasn’t supposed to hear. “Mm? Oh, yeah. All good. You good?”

Jimin smiles. “All good.”

✂

House arrest doesn’t suit me. It’s going on day three, and I’ve found that the thrill of television isn’t what it used to be. Especially not as the pile of empty chocolate wrappers grow.

I told Jimin as much last night before I went to bed. I also accused him of trying to make me gain weight. He only cackled and told me he’d send over healthier foods in the morning.

I should have known it sounded too good to be true. This morning I checked my porch to see a suspicious grocery bag with bananas and apples on the top. Upon further inspection I found that the fruit was only a cover for what lay underneath.

Two more bags of assorted chocolates.

Oh, and a note that Jimin must have added for the deliverer which was left on the bag. It simply said: delivery request: please hide chocolate under the fruit.

“I can’t believe it.”

“Wow, so are we past saying hello when we call? I don’t know how I feel about that.”

I try to ignore how easy - how right - it feels to just grab my phone and call Jimin up. There are still a fair amount of nerves going into it, but over the past few days we’ve grown accustomed to it.

“You sent me more chocolate!”

“Buuut I countered it with fruit. Isn’t that good?”

I roll my eyes. “Sure, but the fact that you’re forcing me to practice self-restraint is absolutely horrible.

“Ah, I see. So next time I should just send the apples?”

“No…”

I find a comfortable spot on the couch, staring at the calendar before me. Staring at the date, with a little circle around it.

Nothing to celebrate today. But certainly something to remember.

Jimin’s rambling - he rambles, I’ve come to learn this - about his day and how they have an interview coming up this weekend, however I find that I’m struggling to listen. Especially as the calendar grows larger and larger in my eyes.

I wait until it’s dark to slip out.

With my pre-ordered train ticket shining on my phone, I keep my head down and my hood up as I rush to the station. At this time of night on a weekday, there aren’t nearly as many people about. That being said, it’s still Seoul. There are still plenty of people on the sidewalks, and I can only pray that they don’t notice my lack of a red thread amidst the sea of threads adorning the roads.

Thankfully, I make it to the station without much of an issue. It isn’t long before I’m settled and holding the dried hydrangeas close to my chest.

It isn’t a long ride to my hometown, only about twenty minutes by train. Throughout the entire time I remain on high alert, knowing that if I somehow wind up in trouble that Bighit may very well murder me in my sleep.

I watch as the train rolls to a stop at my destination, and I hurry off before anyone can notice me. Once I’m outside, I let out a sigh of relief.

It’s been too long.

One year, actually.

The cemetery isn’t far from the station, and I don’t dare risk a taxi. So, with my flowers still in hand, I begin my silent pilgrimage.

✂

Not much has changed here. I peeked the same family that runs the sweet shop I used to adore, constantly begging for just enough won for some sweets. The streets even look the same, only a few small changes here and there.

It’s the fact that this was my home but that I don’t quite belong here anymore that makes my feet all the heavier. When the cemetery finally comes into view, I take a deep breath and trudge onward.

Coming to a stop before a small tombstone, I groan and kneel before it. It was a longer walk than I remembered.

“Hey Mom,” I whisper, taking care to gently separate the bouquet in half and lay some flowers on either side. “Dad.” Once the flowers are in their proper places, I lean back on my hands.

“I’m not really supposed to be outside right now...but, I promised I’d visit every year, didn’t I?” I look expectantly at the tombstone, but receive no answer. The stone is cold and unwavering, but I find that I don’t mind. The moon is bright and full, shining down enough light to see clearly. “Well, I’m here. I would have brought you some fresh flowers but...well, things are a little complicated right now.”

Inhaling deeply, I chew on my bottom lip before exhaling. As I do, my vision blurs a bit with unshed tears. Finally, bringing my left hand forward, I look down at the severed thread.

“Mom, you wouldn’t know who he is, but I met my soulmate. Well, not officially, I guess. That’s where things get complicated. But I’m trying to fix it.” Looking heavenward, I watch the stars winking down at me. “Dad, you’ll know him. His name is Park Jimin.”

✂

“What do you mean she’s not home?”

Jimin is currently pacing in the living room, listening to Sunmi’s voice on speaker. The others sit in various spaces around the room, each mirroring a look of concern.

Sunmi had been cleared to head over to Jolie’s, which Jimin had deemed a tender mercy. He felt horrible for her, knowing that she was probably going crazy. So, Sunmi had gone over to surprise her.

Except there was one little problem.

“I’m telling you, she’s not here,” Sunmi responds, struggling to maintain her composure. “I got here about ten minutes ago and knocked, but all the lights were off and it looked like nobody was home. Nobody’s answering. She’s not here, and she won’t answer her phone.”

Jimin looks around the room in horror. Automatically his mind conjures up the worst-possible scenarios. “Where would she go? There’s no sign of a break-in, right?”

Chung-hei frowns on the other side of the room, pulling her phone out. “I’ll check her location right now,” she reassures.

“No, everything looks normal. Should I ask around? See if anyone’s seen her?”

“No, not yet. That will only raise suspicion.” Jimin says, watching with bated breath and Chung-hei tries to locate his soulmate.

When Chung-hei’s expression changes from confused worry to stunned understanding, Jimin isn’t sure how to react.

“What is it?” He asks, impatient.

“I didn’t realize,” Chung-hei mumbles. “What’s the date today?” She answers the question herself, confirming it. “She’s back home.”

“What do you mean? Sunmi just said-”

“No, not that home.” Chung-hei flips the phone around to show him. “It’s been a year. And she promised him she’d visit every year.”

It takes a moment for Jimin to process the information, already thinking about how quickly he can convince someone to tail him while he drives out to Jolie. She can get in the other car to return, obviously so she doesn’t have to see him-

“One year.” Jimin blinks, suddenly remembering what Jolie mentioned in her letter. “It’s the anniversary of her father’s passing.”

Chung-hei’s solemn nod is answer enough.

Jimin stumbles back to sit in the nearest chair, rubbing his hands over his face. “I need to go out there-”

“No, you know you can’t do that,” Namjoon immediately rejects.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

Namjoon grinds his jaw, glancing at Chung-hei as the two share a silent conversation. When Namjoon’s shoulders relax, Jimin finds himself hoping. There’s no way he can leave Jolie to go through this alone.

“Bang Sihyuk will kill us if he finds out,” Namjoon begins.

“I don’t care-”

“I do.” Namjoon sighs. “So don’t get caught.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

Namjoon shrugs, looking around the room. “Don’t get caught. Make it look like you snuck out.”

Leaping to his feet, Jimin hardly has time to grab his jacket before he’s flying out the door. “Send me the location!” He shouts out before the door closes.

He doesn’t know what possesses him as he sprints down the street, but he’s reminded of the last time he went running toward his soulmate.

This time, he knows that he’s been through the heartbreak. Surely he’s been through the worst of it. Now, all that’s on his mind is the fact that his soulmate is alone and she shouldn’t be.

He’s tired of being alone.

It’s been years since Jimin last took the train, but Chung-hei explains in her text containing Jolie’s location that it might be his best bet.

Without a second thought, Jimin boards the train and heads toward his soulmate.

✂

My eyelids are drooping, but the walk back to the train station seems daunting. “I need to get going,” I mumble.

My voice is a little hoarse from all the talking I’ve done over the past hour. Even in death, my parents can’t escape my rambling.

Not that I think they mind.

I rise to my feet, taking one last look at the flowers that my soulmate gifted me before leaving them there on the tombstone.

“Goodnight, Mom and Dad.”

Despite my exhaustion, I remember to walk briskly back toward the gas station. I keep my head down with my hands in my pocket.

My heart feels a little heavy tonight. I shoot a melancholy smile toward the stars, who act as my solitary companion tonight. I can’t shake the feeling that I would really rather not be alone tonight.

Nobody deserves to mourn alone.

My fingers itch to call Jimin or Christina or anybody, but I put it off. I had my phone on silent, and the last thing I needed was bringing attention to myself by talking loud enough for everyone to hear. If Jimin found out that I was out here…

He’d probably stop sending me chocolates. At the very least.

Yes, it would be best to wait until I’m home and in the warmth of my bed before calling him.

Like a dream, my feet carry me toward the train station. It’s downhill for the most part, making it easier than I thought it would be. A tender mercy, I suppose, for a day like today.

Thankfully, it’s late enough now that the station is empty for the most part. Only a few stragglers wander about, all of which are too tired to pay me any mind. However, as I near the ticket booth, I feel it.

Almost like something pulling on my thread. It’s a similar feeling to what I felt as the thread had been cut, but there’s no reason for it to be acting up again.

“That’ll be 26,000 won,” the person on the other side of the booth drawls, looking for all the world like they’d rather walk across hot coals then have to spend another moment here.

“Oh, right.” I pull the money from my wallet, sliding it under the little window. “Sorry about that, I got distracted-”

“Here ya go,” they interrupt, clearly not very interested in what was distracting me. All the better, I suppose.

Thanking them, I pocket the ticket and make my way to a bench before the platform. The train should be here in about fifteen minutes.

But there’s that annoying tug again, nearly pulling my hand off my lap. I frown down at the thread, too tired to put that much thought into it. I’ll have to ask Christina if she’s ever known a thread to act up.

There’s a cold draft in the station, one that only gets worse as an incoming train pulls up and comes to a stop. I keep my head down as the doors open and people begin to file out.

At least, I try to until I’m practically thrown off my seat as my thread pushes and pulls at me. It’s starting to cause a scene, so I hurry off to the side and half-hide behind a pillar. Hopefully nobody will question why I gave up my perfectly nice seat.

Burying my hand in my pocket, I look around to make sure nobody is coming my way when my eyes catch on something- or rather, a lack of something.

Someone walks off the train, however the typical red thread doesn’t accompany them.

That’s not the only thing that alarms me. It’s the fact that I know them.

Park Jimin glides off of the train and looks around, trying to deduce which exit to take. He pulls his phone out to look at something when he drops it due to a sudden jolt.

I watch, utterly paralyzed as he stumbles forward. Almost as though pulled by some invisible thread.

His eyes are wide and he’s practically buried under the large, puffy jacket he wears. It’s brown, to match his brown hair, which is ridiculously ruffled. He’s chewing on the inside of his lips as he lifts his head to look around yet again.

From across the station, our eyes meet. Slowly, so slowly it burns, I see the recognition register in his eyes as he trails from my face down to my left hand and back up to my eyes again.

Jimin freezes, and I realize that it isn’t because he’s afraid or nervous.

This is my choice to make. Even now, after all that’s happened, he still allows me to choose.

So, with a tentative step forward quickly followed by another, I choose him.

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