#seokjin oneshot

[borathae]

“They were brothers brought together by tragedy and best friends separated by destiny. Seokjin, now freed of his Raven mark and unaware of his little brother’s whereabouts, visits the Queen’s castle with promises of healing the other freed Ravens. Jungkook, now living his life as the Queen’s Consort and uninformed of Seokjin’s fate, doesn’t know that today will be the day he will finally reunite with his bigger brother.”

Pairing: Best Friends!Jungkook x Seokjin | Seokjin x f.Reader OC 1 | Jungkook x f.Reader OC 2

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Slice of Life, Childhood Best Friends!AU, Found Family!AU, Royalty!AU, Queen Consort!Jungkook, Healer!Seokjin

Warnings: there is plot hehehe, they're best friends who got separated only to reunite again!!, they're like brothers, they share & talk about past trauma, hinted child abuse (they experienced it), but more than anyhing this is so healing and soft and lovely, Jungkook shows Seokjin the castle and Seokjin is all like "my lil bro is royalty now <3", they love each other so much like you guys they're brothers!!, they also bicker in typical jinkook fashion <3, i love this story so much you guys

Wordcount: 11.1k

a/n: because this is based on (and set after) their main stories, the boys each have a female lover which i won't name here because in their main stories it's supposed to be the reader but as a different OC each, you get me? i know you do. if you don't, just read their stories and come back to this. okay then, enjoy besties! istfg i love this universe so much :(

𓄿 Index 𓄿

Seokjin is nervous. It was his idea and yet he is still terribly nervous. He hasn’t been back in the castle since he climbed the walls and fled. It has been thirteen full moons since then and also thirteen full moons since he found his true destiny. She is with him today, because she will do most of the talking and work while he will assist her. She found him washed up by the riverbank next to her house and took him in. He was lucky because she was a healer – the trusted healer of the Queen even – and despite his past, she nurtured him until he felt whole again. His past, Seokjin aches in guilt when he thinks about it, is also the reason why he felt so nervous about today despite it being his idea.

He was a Raven once. A Raven of the Black Forest. The Ravens are a group of young boys and men poisoned by the twisted worldviews of their cruel leader Rafkan. He is one of the Nïuri, a peaceful people which use their immortality to nurture the earth, but not Rafkan as he uses his immortality to ruin young boys’ futures and kill innocent people. A black tattoo of a raven brands the members of Rafkan’s group and lets everyone know that the wearer was unlucky enough to fall into Rafkan’s hands.

Seokjin thankfully escaped his claws and managed to free himself of the marks which once ruined his chest.

The reason for today’s visit to the Queen’s castle was based on this exact mark. Most Ravens didn’t want to get tattooed. Most were not older than five when Rafkan drilled the tattoo deep under their skin, ignoring their screams of pain and cries for mercy. Seokjin still remembers how he screamed and cried as the thick needle repeatedly punctured his skin. He was seven.

With the help of Seokjin’s true destiny and forever partner, he was able to rid himself of the mark and he wants to grant the same opportunity to his fellow freed Ravens. It is well known in the Queendom that the Queen’s castle serves as refuge for many Ravens, who were lucky enough to escape Rafkan’s poisoned grip. Although Rafkan still tells his boys that the Queen and her late mother kill Ravens for sports, it isn’t the truth. Ravens get a second chance at the castle. They are free to stay in her castle and they are free to leave to wherever they crave to go. Seokjin could have stayed as well and he could have left if he wanted to, but back then he was still too stubborn to see that. So he fled in the dark of the night, swearing to himself never to return to the castle.

And now he is back. He is back at the place he swore never return to, but he isn’t guilty, he is just so very nervous. What if his idea fails? What if the marks of his freed brothers won’t fade? Seokjin watched it with own two eyes as his love removed it from his chest and yet he is scared that somehow the healing spell won’t work today.

There are also other worries plaguing him. He worries that he won’t be welcome at the castle anymore. That he will be captured and thrown into prison. His love assured him that this won’t happen, as she knows the Queen to be of very forgiving nature, but Seokjin was still nervous. He has been clutching his love’s hand ever since the castle gates came into view.

“Don’t be scared, my dearest”, she tells him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I know, but I truly am. I do not want to be thrown into prison”, he says.

“There is no reason for that. Yes, you left in secrecy, but if the queen sees that you used your freedom to find happiness and a purpose, she will be happy”, she says and pulls him closer, “you will be alright, my dearest. And perhaps if we are lucky, Jungkook will be there as well.”

Seokjin smiles at the mention of his lost brother. He is happy, but he also aches. This is the last worry which plagues him and which makes it difficult for his heart to beat normally.

What if Jungkook wasn’t in the castle? What if he is still caught in Rafkan’s fangs? What if he didn’t find freedom? What if he died?

Seokjin spent his night sleepless and repeating the worrying questions over and over again. He is so scared. So, so scared that today’s journey will bring news of grief for him.

The Queen knew of the healer’s visit to the castle. She sent a letter a week ago, telling her that she had a cure for the Raven mark and that she can offer her services to the freed Ravens living in the castle. The Queen instantly agreed and sent word to all neighbouring villages that whoever wanted to rid himself of his marks may do so in one week. The halls and courtyard are buzzing in life. Ravens, who haven’t seen each other in years have come to the castle, celebrating their near future of true freedom. The emotions were high and food was plenty.

Jungkook has been excited all day. He was the first to know of the healer’s arrival. The letter met his love at night when they were already in bed, getting ready for sleep. She opened it next to him and then began crying in happiness.

“What’s the matter, my destiny?” Jungkook asked her back then, feeling worried until she told him of the good news and Jungkook joined her in her tears of happiness. Being freed of the mark was all he dreamt of ever since he escaped Rafkan and in a week he will finally make his dream a reality.

Today was finally the day. The healer will arrive any second now and Jungkook will finally be free. Truly and visibly free. He has been spending his day talking to all his fellow Ravens. Many still lived in the castle and became his friends, but many came from the villages and towns and felt more like distant relatives to Jungkook. Today however they all felt connected and high in spirits.

Jungkook has already drunk two mugs of mead and ate way too much of the flavourful pork belly. He feels overjoyed, but also very needing of the bathroom.

He excuses himself from the courtyard to hurry inside.

“My starlight, there you are”, the Queen - and his fiancée - greets him inside, taking his hands, “I looked everywhere for you.”

“Forgive me, I was in the courtyard talking to all of my brothers.”

Jungkook gives her a kiss on the cheek because he loves her a lot. She leans into the kiss with her fingers squeezing his hands.

“Don’t apologise. I merely wanted to tell you that the healer and her apprentice will be here soon. Our warriors saw them coming up the roads.”

“Really? Oh heavens, I need to hurry up then”, Jungkook says, slipping his hands out of his finacée’s loving hold.

“Why? What are you doing?”

“I need to relieve myself. I drank too much and my bladder is going to burst.”

“Oh heavens, well”, she chuckles, “hurry up then, you precious boy you”, she says and gives his butt a gentle pat as if too speed up his steps.

“I will, worry not”, Jungkook says and hurries away in hasty steps.

He will reach the toiletries in time with the healer and Seokjin arriving at the castle. He will be relieving himself as the Queen welcomes them with smiles and music. And he will wash his hands thoroughly as the healer and Seokjin set up their healing station and the Ravens begin lining up for their freedom. He doesn’t know of Seokjin yet.

Truly, it is such an awful twist of fate that Jungkook’s bladder decided to give up mere seconds before Seokjin entered the courtyard. The dark haired healer scans his eyes over the dozens and dozens faces, hoping to see the face of his brother in them. He knows most of the Ravens gathered here and the joy of seeing them is grande, but none of them was Jungkook. Jungkook was special to Seokjin. Jungkook was like a little brother to Seokjin. 

Only five years younger than Seokjin and with fear in his big eyes, Jungkook became a Raven when Seokjin was ten years of age. Jungkook hid the moment Rafkan and the older Ravens left him at the camp to hunt for food. Jungkook refused to come out of hiding for hours. Even when dinner was promised, he didn’t leave his hiding spot, which ended in Rafkan punishing him for “ignoring his body’s needs”.

Seokjin and the other boys always had to watch when one of them was punished and Jungkook’s punishment was no exception. Seokjin always felt terrible when he watched his fellow young brothers cry because of what Rafkan did, but there was something about Jungkook crying that night which hit Seokjin especially hard. The poor, frightened boy hid again the second the punishment was finished and only his small, pained sobs were heard in the camp. The other boys were too frightened to check up on him, but Seokjin was overtaken with a sense of protectiveness and so he crawled under the thorny bushes Jungkook was hiding in and offered the younger boy a hug. Jungkook didn’t want to take it at first, but all it took was one smile from Seokjin and he fell into his arms and cried his broken heart out.

Ever since that night, Seokjin and Jungkook shared a special bond and a deep, honest love. They hugged each other when they were sad or scared or in pain, they shared every meal with each other, shared blankets when the nights were cold, shared laughter when the days weren’t as dark and shared every stage a young boy goes through as he grows into a man. They would have shared adulthood as well, but Seokjin decided to leave to kill the Queen and till this day he regrets leaving without Jungkook.

Their last conversation ended in anger and hurtful words. Rafkan managed to influence Jungkook and poison his mind. Seokjin never truly allowed the poison to take hold of him and wanted to use the opportunity to flee together from Rafkan. So he told Jungkook of his plans and had to realise that his younger brother met it with anger and resentment. They fought, Jungkook called him hurtful things and Seokjin left without Jungkook. Until this day, Seokjin regrets that he left that night, that he didn’t try harder to convince his little brother and that he left even when the last words they shared were of angry nature.

If Seokjin has to realise that Jungkook wasn’t at the castle or that he had already died, he won’t ever forgive himself and he might never truly be himself again.

Seokjin shifts in his seat restlessly. He and his love have already healed ten Ravens of their marks and yet he still hasn’t spotted Jungkook. He asked each of them if they knew of Jungkook, but most were too old to know of him. They must have been Ravens before their time. Perhaps the Queen’s mother rescued them when she was still alive.

The Queen hasn’t come back either. She excused herself once she exchanged a few friendly words with Seokjin and his love and hasn’t returned since. Seokjin grows worried that she had went to get her warriors. After all, she looked at him as if she saw a ghost and then spoke of needing to go.

Seokjin keeps scanning the crowd for warriors out to get him and for Jungkook. Truly, he might need to excuse himself to the toiletries soon for his stomach keeps twisting in nervousness.

He sees the Queen then. She is hurrying over the courtyard with a man by her side. His face is shielded from his vision, but he can see that she is holding his hand. Seokjin gulps. He can’t explain it, but he feels uncomfortably nervous all of a sudden. Anxious even.

“Hello.”

One of the freed Ravens drags his attention away. He sits down in front of him and presents his bared chest to him.

“You have no idea for how many years I dreamt of ridding myself of this cursed mark”, he says.

“Oh, I know how you feel”, Seokjin says and begins spreading the purple cream on the man’s chest, “what’s your name?”

“Bartholomew.”

Seokjin gasps, looking at him with widened eyes.

“Bartholomew?”

He laughs, “you didn’t recognize me, did you? I blame the good food in the castle. I eat wonderfully these days”, he says and slaps his belly as a happy laugh shakes his shoulders.

“I didn’t recognize you. You look so healthy”, Seokjin says and bites back tears, “I can’t believe my eyes. You survived.”

“As did you, sweet boy”, Bartholomew says and caresses Seokjin’s cheek, “you look healthy, my boy.”

“I am. I am so healthy and I’m in love”, Seokjin says, sending his love a chaste look.

Bartholomew smiles, “this is good. Yes, love makes the life sweet. I’m in love as well. His name is Derrec. He’s a weaver in town and we met as I shopped for fabrics.”

“This is so wonderful. Oh, I am so happy for you”, Seokjin says and pulls his hand back, “you can go to my love and she will activate the magic. Your mark will be gone once you wipe the cream.”

“Oh, I can’t believe that I can still witness this day”, Bartholomew says and stands up from his chair.

“Bartholomew?” Seokjin calls his attention one last time.

“Yes, Seokjin?”

“Did you…” gulps in nervousness, “did Jungkook come here?”

“Jungkook?” Bartholomew says and widens his eyes, “my sweet boy, you do not know yet?”

“Know what?” Seokjin jumps off his chair, “what happened to him? P-please what happened?”

Bartholomew shifts his eyes to his side. Seokjin follows his line of sight and feels hit in shock.

The Queen is before him and the man holding her hand is Jungkook.

“Brother”, he presses out as his eyes fill with tears.

“Brother”, Seokjin gets out and sobs, “are you real?”

Jungkook nods his head vigorously and sobs.

“Jungkook….”

“Seokjin….”

Seokjin rounds the table, Jungkook breaks away from his fiancée. They fall into each other’s arms, crying miserably as they tighten the hug as best as their bodies allow it. Seokjin forgets all about the cream on his fingers, smearing it into Jungkook’s hair as he holds his little brother closer. Jungkook doesn’t care about the state of his hair as he sobs into the crook of Seokjin’s neck and cradles the back of his older brother’s head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said that night. I’m so sorry”, Jungkook wails.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not angry. Oh, I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m so sorry, I never should have left”, Seokjin cries.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry at you. Not anymore. Seokjin”, Jungkook sobs and pulls him closer, “oh Seokjin, you’re real. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Oh Jungkook, my brother”, Seokjin sobs and turns his head to kiss Jungkook’s ear. It is the first thing his lips grazed and Jungkook leans into the kiss as a sob and laugh leaves him at the same time. Seokjin laughs with him just as much as he sobs.

All his worries turned out to be exactly that. Worries. Jungkook is alive. He is well. He is free. And he is finally by his side again. Seokjin has his little brother back.

He has to take a step back and cradle Jungkook’s face. The latter leans into the touch. His face is contorted in sobs, but the happiness practically bounces off of him. Seokjin mirrors his state, rubbing his thumbs over Jungkook’s teary cheeks over and over again.

“You’re real”, he gets out, “and you look so healthy. Oh Jungkook, you look so healthy.”

“You look healthy too”, Jungkook answers him, cupping his cheeks, “brother, your cheeks are actually soft. Not fallen in from hunger.”

“As are yours”, Seokjin squishes Jungkook’s cheeks, “are you eating well? Are you warm? Can you sleep in peace?”

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, “yes, yes. Yes to everything. And you? Are you living well?”

“Yes, oh yes I am.”

Jungkook whimpers and smiles, spilling tears.

“I’m so happy”, he confesses in a squeaky voice.

“Me too. Come here”, Seokjin says and pulls him back into a tight hug.

Jungkook squeaks in laughter, hugging him back. The two men stumble as they hug, painting a little circle with their feet as if they were dancing. Their bodies were filled with too much happiness. Only moving around could help them relieve it. 

It is Jungkook who breaks the hug, holding Seokjin’s cheeks.

“Did you become a healer? Is that your destiny?”

“Yes. Yes it is. Oh Jungkook, I am so happy and I’m in love.”

Jungkook’s eyes lighten up, “you are?”

“Yes. Jungkook, please meet my love”, Seokjin says and turns his little brother to his love. He tells him her name and Jungkook repeats it with a smile.

“I know you. My fiancée talks greatly about you and I truly love your bathing oils when the sickness season arrives”, Jungkook says, bowing his head at her.

“Oh thank-”

“Your fiancée?!” Seokjin falls into her words accidentally for Jungkook’s confession shocked him greatly, “you found love as well? Who is she?”

“That would be me”, the Queen says and for just a moment, Seokjin feels unable to speak. He gawks at the Queen, knowing that it was rude to do so, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“What?” he gets out and parts his lips.

The Queen smiles fondly, while Jungkook lets out a giddy giggle.

“Yes, you heard correctly. We are soon to be married”, he says and hugs her waist as he squishes his cheek against hers, “she asked me to be her husband a month ago and I said yes. We ought to marry in autumn, but don’t spread the news yet. We want to announce it soon.” 

“I do not know what to say. Jungkook”, Seokjin steps closer, “my dearest Jungkook, you are engaged and, and. And you’re marrying the Queen?!”

“Yes. Yes, I am”, Jungkook giggles.

“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin tears up, “I am so happy for you.”

“Don’t cry”, Jungkook says even if his own eyes are glassy. He lets go of the Queen to take Seokjin’s hands instead, “it was you who made it possible. If you hadn’t left that night, I never would have left as well and I never would have found my destiny.”

“What do you say? I barely did anything.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “I volunteered to leave because I wanted to find you”, he confesses and tears up, “I was frightened without you, I regretted our last night together and I was scared that I would never see you again, so I volunteered to be the next to leave so I could look for you. I am sorry that I never found you.”

“Jungkook….”

“Seokjin”, Jungkook breathes.

“Oh my little one”, Seokjin says and cradles Jungkook’s cheeks. Jungkook leans into his touch with sparkly, half-lidded eyes, “you do not apologize to me. Please, allow me to get rid of your mark. It is the least I can do to repent for leaving you that night.”

“I dreamt of this day. I dreamt of ridding myself of the mark”, Jungkook confesses. 

“And it will become reality soon. Sit. Sit right here and I will free you.” 

Jungkook allows Seokjin to sit him down on a chair and because it was Jungkook, Seokjin sits him down on his chair behind the table. He prepares the cream while Jungkook unbuttons his expensive tunic. 

The Queen is by his side, caressing his shoulder. Jungkook places his hand over hers’, looking at Seokjin with his chest bare.

“Are you nervous?”

“No. I can’t wait for it.”

“It will become very warm. Hot almost.”

Jungkook squeezes the Queen’s hand, “I can take it”, he says with a smile. 

Seokjin moves his fingers closer to Jungkook’s chest. He is trembling. Jungkook meets his eyes 

“Are you nervous?” he asks Seokjin.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I am frightened that it won’t work all of a sudden.”

“I am certain that it will”, the Queen throws in with warmth in her eyes.

“Yes, me too”, Jungkook agrees and smiles, “I trust in your abilities and that of your love”, he says and looks at the healer with a smile.

One she retorts. Work at the table has stopped ever since Jungkook arrived here. Everyone understood. Not only because Jungkook was soon to be Queen Consort and therefore important, but also because the emotional reunion between two separated brothers moved many Ravens to tears. They shared their emotions well. Some knew exactly how such a reunion feels like, while others still wished for the experience. 

The Ravens closest to the table are watching as Seokjin spreads the purple cream on Jungkook’s chest. 

“It is done”, he says and turns to his partner, “my world, may you do the rest, please?”

“Of course”, she says and stands up. She bends down in front of Jungkook, meeting his eyes. 

Jungkook spots warmth and comfort in her eyes. He understands why Seokjin loves her, because goodness surrounds her. Seokjin has always had a good heart, of course he would fall for someone with a kind heart. 

“May I?” she asks.

Jungkook turns his head to look at his fiancée. She smiles, squeezing his shoulder gently. Jungkook retorts her smile and looks back at the healer.

“Yes.”

With his consent, she hovers her hands over his chest and whispers ancient words of healing. The cream begins heating up on his chest. 

“Oh?” he lets out, furrowing his brows in surprise.

“Is it bearable? It will still get hotter”, she makes sure.

“Yes, it’s just really warm”, Jungkook says and shifts. The Queen gives his shoulder little caresses of encouragement, “oh. Oh, it’s getting very warm. Oh, it feels really hot.”

“You are almost done”, Seokjin says and holds his hand, “you are very brave.”

Jungkook forgets all about the discomfort and looks at Seokjin. The familiarity of those words. It tightens his throat in emotion. Seokjin said them to him countless times before when they were children and Jungkook needed comfort. When he woke after a nightmare about his dead parents and cried in Seokjin’s arms, he always whispered them to him. When he hid and sobbed after a punishment, Seokjin always found him and said them to him as he mended his wounds. When the Black Forest shook his body in fear and the two boys stayed with each other for support, Seokjin repeated them like a mantra until the monsters didn’t feel so scary anymore. They fell often between the two boys and yet they never lost their meaning. Jungkook missed hearing them and in this moment he feels as if he could do anything.

“It is done.”

“Really? Already?” 

Seokjin nods his head.

Jungkook looks at the piece of cloth Seokjin offers him.

“Wipe the cream away.”

Jungkook slips his hand from the Queen’s loving hold and accepts the cloth. He looks at his own chest as best as possible and wipes at the cream. It is an easy task to remove it.

“No”, Jungkook gasps, tearing up, “the mark is gone”, he whispers and looks at Seokjin, “it is gone”, he gets out and looks at the Queen, “my mark is gone!”

“Truly?” she gasps and rounds him so she could look at his chest, “Jungkook”, she chokes out and cups his cheeks. She spills tears, “your mark is gone.”

“It is gone”, he repeats and cups her face. He stands up and pulls her into a kiss.

Seokjin turns away for now, wanting to be respectful. He closes in on his own love and rests his chin on her shoulder, hugging her waist gently. She rubs her hand up and down his lower back, resting her head against his’.

“We are doing something good here”, he whispers.

“We are”, she agrees and turns her head to give his lips a chaste kiss, “are you happy?”

“Yes”, Seokjin smiles a soft smile. The kind which lifts his cheeks, “I found Jungkook.”

“I know. I am so happy for you that I feel like crying.”

“Seokjin”, Jungkook interrupts their moment, “my mark is gone!”

Seokjin breaks away from his love and looks at Jungkook. The younger man is smiling brightly, bouncing on the spot.

“I know. How do you feel?”

“Free. I feel finally truly free.”

“You are.”

Jungkook laughs and falls around Seokjin’s neck, “we are free.”

“We are. We are free”, Seokjin agrees and hugs his little brother.

“You will all be free soon”, the Queen says to the waiting Ravens, “now come my friends and get your marks removed. We held up your freedom for too long.”

“We didn’t mind, my Queen!” one of the Ravens screams from the back. The others agree with nods of their heads and smiles on their faces.

The Queen claims the chair Seokjin sat in before and picks up the bowl of purple cream.

“Come now, come”, she calls the next Raven to the table.

“My Queen?” he seems confused, but she merely smiles at him.

“I am certain that Seokjin and Jungkook have lots of catching up to do”, she says, grinning at Seokjin and her fiance.

Jungkook nods his head, while Seokjin looks at her shyly.

“I will take over for Seokjin so he can talk to my starlight”, she explains and points at the chair opposite of her, “now sit down and receive your true freedom.”

“Yes, my Queen. Oh, I feel honoured”, he says with a giggle, “I am helped by the Queen. I will tell my Mahryon about it.”

“Yes? How is the sweet woman?”

“Same old, same old. She started…”

Their conversation dies out in their ears as Jungkook turns Seokjin to the healer.

“Can I steal him away?” he asks her.

“Of course. You two have lots of catching up to do.”

“Are you certain? I do not want to burden you”, Seokjin makes sure.

“I am certain. Go, my beloved. I have my friend helping me”, she says.

“Thank you so much”, he says and kisses her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I promise to return him by nightfall”, Jungkook jokes, making her laugh.

She rubs his arm sisterly, “I am certain you will.”

He gives her one last grin then turns to Seokjin.

“Do you want to see my rooms?”

“Of course I do.”

“Come, follow me.”

The Queen and the healer watch as the two men hurry over the courtyard. They managed around half of the way when they watch Seokjin take Jungkook into a gentle headlock, which the younger man fights off with gentle punches into Seokjin’s side. The two men continue to stumble to the castle as they playfight each other. It is as if no time had passed between them.

“I am happy that they found each other again”, the Queen says.

“Yes, me too. Brighter days will be on the horizon for them.”

“Indeed, there will be.”

Jungkook turns, holding the golden door knob between his fingers. Seokjin is looking at him after having scanned the hallways. The castle hasn’t changed since the last time he was here. At least not what the eye can see, the heart can sense times of love in those hallways. Jungkook and his love must have filled them up day by day.

“Welcome to my chambers”, Jungkook says and opens the door. He steps inside the room. Seokjin follows, letting out gasps of utter bafflement. 

Jungkook closes the door and bounces as he rounds Seokjin.

“And? What do you think?” 

Seokjin doesn’t know where to look first. Jungkook’s room looks like a golden dream of riches and wealth. The stone walls were covered in oil paintings and hand-woven tapestry. One even showed Jungkook’s portrait in warm colours. Golden thread framed the portrait in shapes of ornamental flowers and leaves. The otherwise cold stone floors were covered in thick hand knotted carpets all held in shades of red, green and gold and warm furs truly managed to keep the cold from meeting the feet. Thick curtains framed the windows and the same fabric - it looked expensive - also served as curtains for Jungkook’s bed.

The bed was of impressive size. Made from the sturdiest of wood and with a canopy. Countless pillows covered the head end of the bed and a warm blanket was placed neatly over the mattress for later use. 

“I don’t know what to say. This is….”

“Do you like them? These are my chambers. I spend some time here, but I must confess that I spend more time in my fiancée’s room”, Jungkook explains and giggles, “I love to hold her as we fall asleep.”

“I understand you so well. I love to hold mine as well”, Seokjin says and continues to scan the room, “I can’t believe my own eyes…”

There is a fireplace in one corner of the room. A red chaise lounge asks to be used right in front of it and a small side table made of sturdy wood offers jugs of wines and meads. In another corner, a working table offered heaps of books and stacks of drawings. Jungkook seems to use it for art and studying. Sturdy bookcases were filled with books, art supplies and expensive trinkets and in handmade wall mount, Jungkook’s swords were presented.

“Do you like it? You are so quiet”, Jungkook asks, fumbling nervously.

“Because I am lost for words. All of this…it looks so…so expensive.” 

“It is. I think. She doesn’t tell me how much she spends on me”, Jungkook shies away, “I think it’s a lot.” 

Seokjin meets his eyes. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed. Seokjin smiles.

“Good. You deserve all the riches in the world.” 

“Oh, uhm”, Jungkook flusters. He clears his throat, “I want to show you more. Look what I have.” 

Seokjin follows him past some sturdy curtains of red fabric into a spacious bathing room.

“This is bigger than both our bedroom and bathing room together”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes.

“It is so big, isn’t it?” Jungkook agrees with a laugh, “and look. In all these shelves I store my jewellery. She always gets me stuff, even though I never ask for them. I don’t store my clothing here because I have my own room for them and Bartholomew tells me that it is important to keep fabrics away from moist bathing air because of mould, but I like to keep my jewellery here because then I can come here and look at them.”

“This is just….wow…”

“Then over here is where I take care of my skin”, Jungkook says and sits down in front of his mirror table. He mimics applying cream on his face, pouting for it, “like this. And then I go like this and pat it in”, he says, slapping his own cheeks gently, “and then one of my servants brushes my hair or I have my love brush my hair. I really like it when she does that.”

Jungkook stands up and hurries to his bathing room chaise lounge. He lies down on it, stretching out his legs. 

“This is where I lie when I do a facial pack and someone massages my feet”, he sits up, “did you know that all of your body’s zones are connected to your feet and that by regularly massaging them, you become healthier?”

“I did. I learned about it during my apprenticeship”, Seokjin says.

“Isn’t it remarkable?” 

“It is”, Seokjin says and looks at the bathtub, “you even have a tub. You truly have everything, haven’t you?” 

“Ah yes, this is my tub”, Jungkook says, scrambling to his feet. He runs to it and slaps his hand on its edge. It makes a metal sound of impact, “I take baths with my love in here. We love to use your bathing oils.” 

“You do?”

Jungkook nods his head excitedly, “my favourites are vanilla and wolf lily. I think they smell really nice.”

“Thank you”, Seokjin says and lowers his head as he studies the bathtub. He strokes his hand over the edge.

Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip nervously, taking a small step closer.

“Do you not like it?” he asks quietly.

“No, no it’s not that”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“But?”

“I always wanted to have a bathtub.”

“Do you not possess one?” Jungkook gasps.

“No. Well, at least not yet. We are trying to save up as much as possible, but a good bathtub is expensive these days. We want one in which we both fit.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jungkook says and takes Seokjin’s hands so he can sway them excitedly, “I can buy you whatever bathtub you wish for.” 

“What? No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.”

“No, Jungkook no. This, this”, Seokjin exhales sharply, “these are your riches. I do not want to rob you of them.” 

“Rob me?” Jungkook snickers, “you could never rob me. You’re my brother”, he smiles sweetly.

Seokjin feels his heart warm at the sight.

“And I want you to possess the grandest, most luxurious bathtub in the whole Queendom. No”, he grins, “the whole continent.” 

Seokjin smiles, letting out a breathy chuckle of fondness. Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose.

“Sooo? What say you?” he asks, nudging Seokjin’s chest as he wiggles his brows.

“You won’t accept a No either way, will you?” 

Jungkook shakes his head, smiling with his eyes so brightly, they sparkle.

“Fine”, Seokjin gives in, “fine, I’ll allow you. By Frenya, how should I bring the news to my love?”

“Tell her that your little brother wants to treat you”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin out of the bathing room with an arm around his shoulder, “and that I find great happiness in the thought that I can make it possible that you and her share warm baths.”

“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin says and sighs, “you truly grew up so much. Look at you and, and look at this room.” They are in Jungkook’s bed chambers again. It still feels like a dream of riches to Seokjin. “You deserve all of this. Yes, every single treasure in this room.” 

Jungkook leans his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, “thank you. Oh my brother, you’re so…” he turns and hugs Seokjin, “…I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, little one”, Seokjin says and rubs Jungkook’s back, “now I have to ask. Can you show me your clothing room?”

“You want to see?” Jungkook looks at him excitedly, “I didn’t know if I should ask, because I don’t want to seem as if I am boasting.”

“You aren’t. Please. Show me where you store your clothes.” 

“Okay, so follow me”, Jungkook says and skips to the door.

Seokjin follows him with a fond smile on his lips.

“You will really like the room. It has a mirror and a seat to relax on. Also, so many clothes”, Jungkook tells him excitedly.

“You never struck me as a clothing person.”

“I’m not. I’m really not, but my love likes to dress me up”, Jungkook says and giggles, “she always gets me the latest fashion and compliments me when I wear it, so I really like it that she does. And Bartholomew always makes me clothes in black. I really love black.”

“I know. You always did. It fits your skin tone so well.”

“Yes, I agree”, Jungkook says and opens the door next to his chambers, “now don’t judge me, but it is a little messy in here, because I needed to pick out an outfit for today. I didn’t have time to put my clothes away yet.” 

“Do not worry. I don’t judge.”

“Yes, well then. Come in”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin inside.

“Jungkook, by Frenya”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes as the beauty of the room overwhelms him.

It is smaller than Jungkook’s bedroom and its walls are covered in ceiling high wardrobes all bursting in the finest of clothes. On one wall, more jewellery is presented and on the lower racks, Jungkook stores his shoes.

“It is unbelievable, isn’t it?” Jungkook says and laughs, “I always have to pinch myself when I realise what life I am living these days.”

“Understandable. You are living in dreams.” 

“Yes, I really am. Oh, I love it here so much”, Jungkook says as he is busy clearing the seat of his clothes.

“It is such an improvement to the Black Forest, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.

Jungkook laughs, “yeah”, he agrees with a nod of his head, “it truly is”, he says and looks at himself in the mirror, “and now we are actually free of the mark”, he meets Seokjin’s eyes in the reflection, “aren’t we?”

“We are”, Seokjin says and smiles.

Jungkook retorts it, closing the distance between him and the mirror afterwards. He stops in front of it and opens his tunic. Seokjin watches him. Jungkook traces his chest. His fingers still know which paths to take to replicate the tattoo. His skin is unmarked however. Sunkissed and velvety just like the rest of his body and finally unmarked.

“It is truly gone”, Jungkook whispers.

“It feels unbelievable, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook nods his head.

“I know. I spent the first few days after the removal staring at my chest in disbelief.” 

“I will do the same. I cannot fathom that it is really gone”, Jungkook says and does a little twirl so he could sit down on the two-seater. He lets out a heavy sigh.

Seokjin sits down next to him, looking at him. He can sense that the emotion in the room changed, he can see it on Jungkook’s features as well.

“Do you remember how it felt?” Jungkook asks. 

“The removal?”

“No. Getting the tattoo.”

“Ah. Yes, I remember.”

“I wanted him to stop.”

“I know. I did too.”

“But he said that I had to keep going because I needed to be strong and make him proud. I wanted to make him proud.”

Seokjin studies the regret on Jungkook’s features.

“You were five of age and lost your parents. Of course you wanted to make him proud”, he says because he knows that Jungkook blames himself right now, “he was the adult taking up the role of a parent for your young mind, so do not blame yourself.”

Jungkook looks at Seokjin as if he hadn’t expected to hear such words of comfort and understanding. 

“Do not feel ashamed of it. Instead feel anger at Rafkan for giving you such a nightmarish parental figure to lean on.”

“It is hard not to feel shame. I never should have seen him as my father.”

“I know. It is easy to blame yourself, but don’t. You were a child. Every child needs parents. Do not blame your young heart for doing what every young heart would have done.”

Jungkook nods his head in understanding.

“I try not to think about everything he did for too long”, he confesses.

“Why?”

“It makes me feel helpless.”

“Helpless?”

“Yes. Helpless. Helpless because I feel so many emotions at once and it is as if I am drowning because not one of the emotions is good.”

“I understand how you feel. I felt the same as you and sometimes when the day is darker, those feelings return. I cannot tell you a cure to the helplessness because time healed me more than anything else, however I can offer you my shoulder to lean on.”

Jungkook leans in, resting his head on Seokjin’s shoulder just like he did a million times before. There were many nights in the Raven camps where Jungkook fell asleep with his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, while the older brother watched over him. The days after such nights were exhausting for Seokjin, but he never showed his tiredness to Jungkook even if Jungkook already knew. He felt guilty whenever it happened, but life back then exhausted him so much that oftentimes he didn’t realize that it was happening. 

Jungkook doesn’t feel guilty right now. He feels tranquil. His eyes are closed and his heart beats at a normal pace. Seokjin rests his head against Jungkook’s.

“You can always talk to me about what plagues you, Jungkook”, he speaks quietly, “I managed to heal as much as I did these days because I had my love listening to me. Does the Queen listen to your griefs?”

“She does. She helped me heal a lot, but I think….” Jungkook takes a shaky breath, “I think that there is still a lot to do. I feel so happy, but sometimes the memories come back. I think about everything he did and said and I look at them in a new light now that my mind is cleared of his lies and I get so inexplicably angry. Then I get sad. Heartbroken. And helpless. Does this happen to you? Are you sometimes doing something which brings you joy when suddenly the memories come back again?”

“Of course. This is how one heals from traumatic events.”

“Really? So I am not broken?”

“Of course you aren’t broken. You are doing everything right.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “I feel as if I could do more.”

“You are doing everything right. You are healing at the perfect speed.”

Jungkook inhales and it sounds steady.

Jungkook exhales and it sounds relieved.

“I missed you so much”, he whispers and throws his hand over his own eyes. 

Seokjin kisses the crown of Jungkook’s head.

“I missed you too.”

“You always know what to say.”

“I try to at least.”

Jungkook laughs. Seokjin laughs as well. Jungkook lifts his head and meets Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin cups his cheek and wipes his tears. 

“I love you so much”, Jungkook whispers.

“And I love you, my little one”, Seokjin whispers and smiles.

Jungkook retorts it, “I feel as if all I do is cry. I promise I am not like this on normal days.”

Seokjin laughs, “you do not have to explain yourself. We are all humans with emotions. Today is an emotional day.”

Jungkook studies Seokjin’s features. He always knew that his big brother was wise and knowledgeable beyond his age even if he oftentimes hid his wisdom behind silly jokes. Jungkook could always rely on Seokjin and his words of wisdom were perhaps the reason why the Queen spotted goodness in his eyes all those months ago. Jungkook is certain that if he didn’t have Seokjin by his side, comforting him and guiding him secretly when Rafkan wasn’t looking, he would have become as rotten as some other devoted Ravens. It was Seokjin’s guidance and love which kept the goodness in Jungkook’s heart. He is certain of it. 

“I want to show you something”, Jungkook says.

“Yes? Show me.”

“We have to get to the woods for it. I know the way”, Jungkook says and stands up, “follow me.”

And so the two men hurry through the castle until they reached the courtyard again. The sun has travelled quite some distance on the sky as the two men chatted in Jungkook’s room. Their loves are talking to each other. Seokjin and Jungkook pay them a visit before they leave.

“I want to show Seokjin the Life Oak”, Jungkook says.

“Oh yes, please do”, the Queen says and smiles, “you will find great healing in this place, Seokjin.”

“I, uhm”, Seokjin doesn’t quite know what to say because it is still unbelievable to him that he is talking casually with the Queen. Yes, he did so before when he was her guest back then, but this is different. He is a free man and her people and his well-mannered heart tells him to speak respectfully. 

“Have fun, you two”, his love tells him and gives his hand a little kiss, “try not to stumble over roots. The tree fairies are especially naughty around the Life Oak.”

The Queen giggles, leaning into her friend, “indeed they are. Oh, how wonderful.”

The healer snickers, sharing in her laughter by touching her knee.

Jungkook and Seokjin soon bid their goodbyes with smiles on their faces, kissing their destinies on their lips because they loved them. 

“I still cannot fathom that you are to marry the Queen”, Seokjin says as he and Jungkook hurry to the gate leading to the woods.

“Me neither. I feel so lucky. She is too good to me”, Jungkook says and sighs dreamily, “I love her so much.”

Seokjin smiles, “it feels good to be in love, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. Oh yes, it does. My heart races all the time, I feel warm all over and when I listen to her talk, my tummy flutters.”

“I understand you. I feel the same with mine”, Seokjin says and sighs, “she is the most wonderful person. The first thing she taught me was how to read and write.”

“Yes? Oh, this is exciting. So you can read as well?”

“You too?”

Jungkook nods his head, “my love taught me. It was very difficult at first, but she told me that I learned insanely fast.”

“Of course you did. You are such a fast learner and you are good at everything.”

“That isn’t correct. I hate maths.”

Seokjin laughs. Jungkook joins him.

“I hate it as well. Frustrating business indeed.”

“Yes”, Jungkook agrees in snickers.

Seokjin retorts them. Their eyes meet seconds later. There is a certain emotion in the air. One which makes both men shy away. Jungkook is brave enough to break the silence.

“Did”, he begins, “did your love also teach you what…what bodies can do?”

“Maybe”, Seokjin confesses and blushes.

“Mine did too”, Jungkook confesses with his cheeks just as flushed.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The two men giggle in coyness, drawing closer as they share in the naughty secret. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asks in a whisper.

“It does”, Seokjin whispers and covers his own eyes, “this is so embarrassing to talk about. Oh by Frenya.”

“Yes”, Jungkook agrees and covers his own ears as he scrunches his nose, “we’re such men these days.”

“Oh Jungkook, will you stop”, Seokjin whines and slaps his arm gently, “you are making me burn up.”

Jungkook giggles, burning up himself.

Jungkook knows the way to the Life Oak like he knows his way to the courtyard. He walks the paths regularly, finding healing in nature and the quiet of the forest. Seokjin feels the powers as well. Ever since he set foot into the dense forest, breathing feels easier to do.

It takes the young men around thirty minutes to reach their destiny. They spend the time greatly, talking and joking with each other every passing second. There wasn’t a second of silence between them as new stories of their lives came to their minds over and over again.

They grew silent however once they reached the clearing where the Life Oak fills the space with her presence. It happened naturally that the two men became silent. As if the Life Oak makes one do so.

“This is it”, Jungkook says quietly and closes the distance to the oak tree.

“This is it?” Seokjin whispers and steps closer to the oak, “it is…so tall. And beautiful. Why is it bleeding black…substance?”

“It’s not hurting. Not right now. Those are marks that She is happy. That She is crying tears of joy because Her earth is healthy.” 

“Her earth?”

Jungkook nods his head, “touch Her.”

Seokjin places his hand on the oak tree’s trunk, flinching back in shock.

“What?” he gasps, touching it again, “what is that? Why can I….I-I feel a heartbeat.”

“Yes”, Jungkook says and places his hand next to Seokjin’s, “this tree is life itself. She gives this Queendom nourishment and makes it live. She can talk to every plant, animal and nature itself through Her roots.”

“This is”, Seokjin blinks his tears away, “I don’t know what is happening”, he says and wipes his eyes, “oh by Frenya, why am I crying?

“It is okay to cry. I cried the first time as well”, Jungkook assures him, rubbing his upper arm gently, “it is overwhelming to touch life itself. Don’t hide it and let it happen.”

Seokjin sobs softly, lowering his face into his own palm. Jungkook touches his shoulder in comfort, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I am not sad. I just haven’t felt like this before”, he explains.

“This is normal, let it happen. Give Her a hug if you want to”, he tells him and because Seokjin is overwhelmed in life, he does. 

He hugs the ancient tree and he sobs as he does. His arms barely take up space on the thick trunk, but Seokjin still feels cradled. As if his mother was holding him and rocking him to sleep. The oak tree sings to him just like his mother would in the rustling of its leaves and croaking of its branches. 

“This is life itself, Jungkook. It has a pulse as if it was alive”, Seokjin gets out, “and, and it feels as if…as if…I can’t describe it.”

“As if you are hugged by your mother”, Jungkook says.

“Yes. Oh Jungkook, I miss my mother”, Seokjin sobs. 

“I miss my mother too”, Jungkook says and whimpers, “oh Seokjin, come here”, he chokes out and hugs his brother from behind, caging him in between the tree and his body. 

He rubs his hand up and down Seokjin’s tummy, resting his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. 

“I’m here. You aren’t alone.”

And as they cry for their lost mothers, the Life Oak cradles them like Her sons, swaying Her branches and filling their hearts with new hope. Their mothers might have left the earth already, but She will always be there for them and in Her, their mothers will live on eternally. For every life form, no matter how small, will find its place in Her endless roots, Her never rotting foliage and Her countless branches. So in a way, as the two men hug Her for comfort, they are hugging their mothers.

“We still have each other”, Jungkook comforts him. 

“We do. Oh Jungkook, thank you for showing me this place. I haven’t felt such a hug in years”, Seokjin says and turns to cradle Jungkook’s cheeks, “it felt as if my mother was holding me.

“I know. She is beautiful, isn’t She? I come here and talk to Her often, I hug Her and find comfort in Her. I believe that our mothers are continuing to live through Her.” 

“I love this thought ”, Seokjin meets Jungkook’s warm gaze, “it is so beautiful and I can feel my mother. We can feel them, Jungkook.”

“We can”, Jungkook says and hugs him.

Seokjin hugs him back, combing his fingers through his hair.

“Thank you. Thank you for showing me this place”, he whispers.

“There is so much more to show you”, Jungkook whispers.

“There is?”

“Do you want to see?”

“Yes. Yes, of course I do. Oh Jungkook, please show me everything in your life.”

Jungkook steps back and gives Seokjin a loving smile before turning his back to him. He takes a deep breath and calls into the silence. Seokjin watches him with parted lips. 

Jungkook finishes his calls with a content sigh and his eyes glancing at Seokjin bashfully.

“What did you do?” Seokjin asks him.

“I called for them.”

“For who?”

The forest grumbles and cracks. The small trees and thick shrubs begin dancing. Seokjin inches closer to Jungkook in fear.

“Someone is coming”, he whispers.

“I know. It’s them.”

“Them?”

Woltron steps out of the shadows. His pack follows. They build a circle around Jungkook and Seokjin, growling deeply.

“What is that? Jungkook, we need to flee”, Seokjin gasps and tries to tug Jungkook away.

Jungkook stumbles and laughs, tugging Seokjin back.

“Don’t be frightened. They’re my friends.”

“Your friends? Jungkook, this is Woltron and His pack, he will eat us.”

“No, he won’t. Look”, Jungkook says and slips out of Seokjin’s tight grasp to walk to Woltron.

“Jungkook. No”, Seokjin gasps, reaching for him but grabbing air. He has to watch with horror as Jungkook places his hand on Woltron’s nose, “I can’t watch this”, Seokjin chokes out and squeezes his eyes shut.

There is silence for a few seconds, then Jungkook speaks all of a sudden.

“Open your eyes.”

Seokjin follows even if he is scared.

“What?” he gasps.

Jungkook is sitting atop of Woltron, carrying a smile on his face.

“They’re my friends”, he says and taps Woltron’s shoulder, “Woltron, this is my big brother Seokjin.”

Woltron closes the distance between him and Seokjin. Seokjin tries to stumble back, but collides with the nose of another wolf.

“Forgive me!” he squeaks and jumps away, which makes him collide with Woltron’s nose, “ah! Forgive me! Please, don’t eat me!”

Jungkook laughs, “calm down, brother. They don’t want to eat you. Take a deep breath and look into Woltron’s eyes.”

“But-”

“Trust me.”

Seokjin studies Jungkook’s features.

“Trust me”, the younger man repeats and smiles.

It gives Seokjin enough strength that he takes a deep breath and then meets Woltron’s piercing gaze. The wolf growls deeply, keeping Seokjin hostage. Seokjin trembles and shakes, forgetting all about breathing until Woltron breaks eye contact. The wolf lets out a low grumble and lifts his head. He turns his side to Seokjin.

“See? You’re their friend now as well”, Jungkook says.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Woltron and his pack are old gods. They have been on this continent long before humans lived on the lands. Woltron can look into people’s hearts and see their truest truth in them. He accepted you in His pack, which means your heart is good.”

“Good?” Seokjin gasps, “and if it wasn’t good? What would he have done then?”

“It doesn’t matter. I wanted to show you this place and introduce you to Him because I knew you were good. I also passed their test when I first came here and I only passed it because I had you secretly guiding me. You kept the good in my heart, so I knew that you would pass.”

“But if I hadn’t?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “this never would have happened, but if you hadn’t then Woltron would have eaten you.”

“What?!” Seokjin squeaks, “and you didn’t tell me? Jungkook, how dare you?!”

Jungkook snickers, “I didn’t tell you because I knew that you would have been way too scared. Now climb onto Eudora’s back and let me show you one last thing.”

“You are such a trickster. You didn’t change one bit”, Seokjin murmurs and turns his back to him.

The wolf whose nose he accidentally collided with, lowers herself so Seokjin could climb onto her back.

“Hello Eudora, will you bite me?” Seokjin says quietly, taking cautious steps closer.

Eudora stays quiet, watching Seokjin with half-lidded eyes. Her eyes are emerald green just like Woltron’s.

“She won’t bite. Trust Her”, Jungkook assures him.

“Don’t talk to me. I don’t trust you anymore”, Seokjin jokes, making Jungkook laugh, “okay, I am doing it. I am getting on your back, yes?”

Eudora stays still and allows Seokjin to climb on top. Once he is safely on top, she stands up, forcing Seokjin to squeak and twist bundles of her fur.

“This is so scary”, he squeals, “I’m sorry, oh heavens, eek.”

“Calm down, you are tugging her fur”, Jungkook laughs and reaches over to caress his shoulder, “don’t be too scared. You know how to ride a horse, don’t you?”

“Yes, but this is insanity. We are on top of gigantic wolves.”

“They’re such better runners. Ready?”

“What? Runners? Jungkook, what are you planning to do?”

“I will show you my favourite place.”

“What do you mean runners? Jungkook, talk to me”, Seokjin asks nervously.

“The wolves will bring us. Don’t worry, it will feel as if you are flying”, Jungkook assures him and pets Woltron’s back, “can you takes us to the plateau, Woltron?”

The wolf straightens his head and howls. His pack answers him.

“What is happening?” Seokjin yells over their howls, looking at Jungkook.

“Hold on tight”, he says.

“What? Eeek!” Seokjin squeals and falls to the front in a desperate attempt to hug Eudora as she takes off with her pack, “this is the scariest thing I have ever done!” he screeches while beside him, Jungkook squeals and squeaks in laughter.

He looks at his little brother and how happy he looks riding the giant wolf. His dark hair catches the wind, his clothes dance in it and his face is crinkled in laughter.

“This is so much fun!” he calls out and looks at Seokjin, “sit up, trust me.”

“I hate this! Why are you doing this to me? Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, Seokjin screeches.

“Sit up, trust me”, Jungkook laughs.

Seokjin sits up even if his heart was racing in fear. The wind makes his eyes tear up instantly and messes up his hair. He feels it on his skin and smells the freedom in the air.

“This is insane! Jungkook you rascal, this is insane!”

“No, this is freedom”, Jungkook calls out and lets go of Woltron to stretch his arms far away from himself. He closes his eyes and laughs loudly. 

Seokjin looks at the wolf under him. Her fur is reflecting the sunlight, glowing like ambers in a fire. He barely feels her movements, except her shifting muscles under her thick fur. 

The wind is dancing around them. The world feels so vast. Seokjin doesn’t feel as if he will fall off. He lets go of her fur and stretches his arms from his own body. It feels as if he is lifting off the ground. Freedom, Jungkook called it. This is freedom.

“Hah!” Seokjin lets out and looks at Jungkook. He laughs, “I’m riding a wolf!”

“I know! Isn’t it so much fun?”

“Yes!”

Jungkook laughs and holds onto Woltron again as the wolf speeds up. Eudora follows, speeding up with Seokjin on her back. Seokjin squeaks in laughter, throwing his head back as the world passes him in blurs of colour.

The wolves take the two giggling men all the way up the Snowy Mountains. They climb the steep stones easily and while Seokjin screeched and clutched Eudora in fear, Jungkook laughed and assured him that nothing will happen to them. And he was right. Except for wobbly knees and his nerves stretched thin, Seokjin arrives atop the plateau unharmed. He slides off of Eudora, colliding with the ground as he catches his breath.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jungkook gasps, jumping off of Woltron’s back. He kneels down in front of Seokjin, touching his arms, “what’s the matter?”

“This was insanity. We just climbed a mountain”, Seokjin gets out and wheezes for air, “I think I might pass out. Did this actually happen?”

Jungkook chuckles and strokes his hand down the back of Seokjin’s head.

“You did well. I know the first time is really frightening. I thought I soiled my pants the first time my love took me here.”

“You did?” Seokjin gets out and lifts his head to look into Jungkook’s eyes.

“Yeah”, he snickers, nodding his head, “but I promise you that it is worth it.”

“I truly hope it is because I think that I might have shat myself right now.”

Jungkook laughs, “you are fine. Now come on, I need to show you”, he says and helps Seokjin to his feet.

“You will kill me one day, I am telling you. I’m too old for such adventures.”

“You are twenty and six of age, brother. You are not too old”, Jungkook laughs as he leads him to the edge of the plateau.

Seokjin stumbles back, squeezing Jungkook’s hands.

“Jungkook, you madman what are you doing?”

“Don’t be scared.”

“This is so high.”

“I know, but don’t be scared. Look. We still have five steps to take before it becomes dangerous.”

“You”, Seokjin exhales deeply, “you have always been fearless. No, I have to sit down.”

Jungkook laughs, joining him on the ground. He stretches out his legs while Seokjin sits with his legs crossed.

“You are okay, brother”, he assures him.

“I guess. Oh, you made my heart race”, Seokjin says and sighs deeply, “first you tell me that a wolf god could have eaten me, then you make me ride on top of one and climb a mountain and now this. Do you want to kill me? My heart is too weak for all of this.”

Jungkook snickers, giving Seokjin a small look before he lets his eyes drift at the view before them. The Queendom lies before their eyes. The Black Forest in the far distance, the Singing River reflecting the sunlight and the Nourishing Fields as green phantoms in the distance.

“But I must say this view makes up for it”, Seokjin says.

“Doesn’t it?” Jungkook agrees, “my love tells me that this is the whole of the Queendom and even more”, he says.

“It is?”

“Yes. Look, the green in the distance are the Nourishing Fields. The river over there is the Singing River. These are the forests of the Castle, the Life Oak and my home and back there in the distance is the Black Forest”, Jungkook explains, pointing at everything so Seokjin could see.

“Wow”, Seokjin whispers, “so this is everything.”

“Yes it is and when you look beyond the Black Forest in the really, really far distance you can see the Glass Mountains.”

“Glass Mountains?”

“Yes, Glass Mountains. They’re a foreign queendom. Their lakes are emerald coloured and all their valleys are filled with trees with ruby coloured foliage. Their Queen fell in love with her warrior and possesses healing magic”, Jungkook explains and looks at Seokjin, “like your love. She can heal with just a touch.”

“Oh. Oh, no. My love can’t heal with a touch. The queen of the Glass Mountains must be a Mender.”

“A Mender?”

“Yes, Mender. They posses magic in their blood, which they can use to heal all wounds and aches. My love needs potions and creams to heal.”

“I see. Menders. I didn’t know about them yet”, Jungkook says and sighs in contentment, “it is so wonderful to learn. We were kept so blind to the world, weren’t we?”

“We really were”, Seokjin agrees, “but we are free.”

Jungkook touches his own chest. Seokjin does the same to his’.

“We’re free”, Jungkook whispers and smiles, “and we can learn all the knowledge in the world.”

Seokjin does the same, “indeed we can.”

Jungkook lifts his hand, pointing at the Queendom.

“Where exactly is your home?”

“I don’t know. I have never seen the queendom this way”, he says, “but I think it has to be around there”, he says and points at a forest in the distance. The Singing River digs its path close to it and a small town neighbours it.

“In this town?” Jungkook asks.

“No, through this forest. There is a clearing next to the river and we have our cottage there. The forest is filled with tree fairies which like to play tricks by growing roots in front of your feet or dropping acorns on your head.”

“Really?” Jungkook snickers.

“Yes, really”, Seokjin chuckles.

“And have you ever encountered such a tree fairies before?” 

“Indeed I have. One dropped snow on my head in winter and another grew a branch directly in front my face. I swallowed leaves that day.” 

Jungkook laughs, leaning back as he does. Seokjin joins him. Their heartfelt laughter echoes through the whole queendom. At least it feels like that to them as they sit and overlook everything as the mountains play catch with their voices.

“Ah this is so funny”, Jungkook says and sighs.

“Indeed it is”, Seokjin agrees and exhales in contentment. 

The two men dance their eyes over the endless view. And while Seokjin tries to take in everything as best as possible, Jungkook studies the area where his brother lives. It isn’t that far from the castle. He will be able to visit his brother often and in return, Seokjin can visit him as well. Jungkook feels his heart flutter in happiness at the thought.

“A cottage”, Jungkook whispers and sways from side to side as complete contentment fills his chest, “is it a nice home?”

“It is the best home I could have ever wished for. We grow flowers and herbs for our healing potions and in the warmer months, our garden is filled with vegetables and fruit we can eat”, Seokjin explains excitedly, “and we have chickens. They lay so many eggs that we can always have fresh eggs for breakfast. The river is always filled with fresh fish and sometimes we go to the market in town and buy meat, which will last us for days.”

“This sounds like a dream.”

“It is a dream. We even have a cat.”

“A cat? Really?” Jungkook gasps.

“Yes, really. His name is Kukuruz and we can talk to him.”

“What? Talk?”

“Yes, talk.”

“How?”

Seokjin lifts his arm, showing a delicate leather armband to Jungkook.

“There is a sorceress in town, who can make these animal talking bracelets and we each got one.”

“Wow”, Jungkook says, touching it gently, “and it works?”

“It does.”

“So you can understand Woltron and his pack?”

The two men look over their shoulders at the old god. He and his pack are slumbering peacefully behind them.

“No”, Seokjin turns back around, “no sadly, you can only choose one animal. We chose a cat.”

“I understand”, Jungkook looks back at the view, “it is still so amazing. I want to be able to talk to animals. I imagine that it must be so interesting.”

“I can tell you from experience that most conversation with Kukuruz are about him wanting more food.”

Jungkook laughs. Seokjin joins him.

“I see. Well, this does sound like what a cat would talk about most.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Silence replaces their laughter like sunlight replaces rain. It comes because it always follows and it feels natural. The two men looked forward to the silence like people look forward to sunlight after long rain. And as they share in the wonderful silence, they take in the views. Their world once reached to the borders of the Black Forest and not one step beyond and now they are sitting atop the Snowy Mountains, overlooking their freedom.

“Should we visit the Nourishing Fields together?” Seokjin asks.

“We could, couldn’t we?”

“We could.”

Seokjin drapes his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. The younger man leans into him.

“Then we will.”

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Seokjin One Shots (XXXIV)

* s - contains smut

Whipped by @syubits wc~3k / baker!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: The new intern at the bakery down the street is kinda cute.

A Prince, Pauper and Pear by @jinpire wc~3k / prince!Seokjin, fantasy au Summary: You squinted at him dubiously for a moment before dragging your gaze pointedly up the immaculate leather boots with silver trappings, form fitting trousers and delicate embroidery on the lining of the coat. The shiny bar of silver hanging from his left ear. “Uh….were you trying to hide that?”

Sweet, Inedible Things by @jinpire wc~4.6k / ft PJM, bakery au Summary: Two more tense twelve hour shifts in the bakery have passed, in which Seokjin and Jimin have taken turns snapping at each other over innocent desserts and one confused assistant baker—you—to the point that customers are starting to notice.

Glazed & Dazed by @floralseokjin s wc~30.3k / pornstar au Summary: Vanilla, that’s what you do best as one of the industry’s most loved stars. Only you want a change. Taking the plunge to taint your pure image, knowing so many fans would love to see it sullied, even if just for one movie.  There’s only one man for the job in your eyes. One you’ve always admired from afar, and the only one who’s perfect enough to take your innocence in the most fitting way. Seokjin Kim. Even more famous than you; a pro, a veteran, and someone you can’t wait to give your all for. Together you will be unstoppable.

Lovesick by @jimlingss wc~4.7k / ft PJM, angst, unrequited love Summary: In a world where love is a disease…your heart skips one too many beats.

The Devil’s Advocate by @jimlingss wc~11.8k / devil au Summary: The devil is a lazy. selfish. bastard. He never shows up for work and forces you to take his place at the gates of Hell. But when he follows you on your vacation — you have an inkling of his intentions. After all, you are his advocate.

Worshipers of the Sun by @jimlingss s wc~15.5k / god au Summary: After the war, the God of Sun married the Goddess of Love to exemplify that such devastation will never occur again. But you knew his affections were untrue and fled. After a century, Seokjin goes looking for you to bring you back home.

White Sand by @liveyun wc~3.3k / angst, exes au

Down The Rabbit Hole by @oftenderweapons s wc~12.5k / divorced!Seokjin, FWB, PWP Summary: Seokjin has been meeting Fawn at The Rabbit Hole for a while now. A place of debauchery and foregone inhibitions, and yet only one rule would not budge. Will Fawn finally have a taste of the forbidden fruit?

Brat by @hamsterclaw s wc~4.9k / chaebol!Seokjin, boss au Summary: Kim Seokjin is a lot of things to you. The high school heartthrob you never got with, the fuckboi you hooked up with occasionally in college, and now the chaebol boss you didn't sign up to work for. Things he's never been? A man you can rely on.

#ksj list #seokjin oneshot

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the quest | ksj

your boyfriend's friends are a great help on your quest for a new hobby, leaving him feeling... irked?

description/tags: kim seokjin / established relationship / angst + a little fluff (the angst slowly builds until it's basically hurt/comfort) / feat. the rest of bts / jealous boyfriend jin / pov switches from yn to jin / no trigger warnings i'd say pg-13 / request from this anon! i hope you like it, sorry it's taken me so long, i wasn't feeling the best. i don't know if that feeling had an impact on the fic - i felt such an urge to rewrite the whole thing and start from scratch because i read it over so many times! that'll just take much longer so.. i might rewrite this sometime in the future or upload a shorter version since it ended up being my longest work ever???

wc: ~8k words

Statistics and relationship coaches claim that every introvert needs an extroverted partner. The extrovert to ‘bring the introvert out of their shell and live a little’ and the introvert to show the extrovert the value of rest and healing in solitude.

But no one who believed any of that crap had met you and Seokjin. You and Jin fit together like the pieces of the puzzles you two loved to solve together on the weekends.

The two of you were too alike: introverted souls with charming social skills and a small group of friends who ultimately loved staying at home and indulging in your stress-relieving hobbies in much-needed peace and quiet. Or so it seemed.

Early on in your relationship, Jin had boasted about his gaming skills to no end, so his irregular, prolonged gaming sessions came as no surprise to you, but considering this, what had been so surprising was the number of friends and hobbies he actually had.

Sure, you had your fair share of the same as well, but Jin did so much more than he ever let on: snowboarding, tennis, fishing, golf, and cooking, to name a few, and he carried them out with friends of all ages, from grandfathers in their sixties who he loved cooking with, to careermen in their thirties he played golf with on the weekends. When he finally invited you to see him in action, you quickly found out that it was as attractive and inspiring as it was surprising…

“All this because I sweat when I play tennis?” he said when his breathing finally returned to normal following his high, still lying naked on the living room couch after he invited you to watch him play.

“Yes… just like you’re sweating now,” you murmured, sitting up from your position between his legs and admiring Jin’s glistening, flushed skin as you grazed his chest and traced the muscles he loved to hide. “I don’t think I ever got the whole ‘jock’ thing being attractive, but it was hot… seeing you all sporty. I wish I could be like that... I want to be. I need more hobbies.”

“What do you mean?” Jin says, sitting up. “You love to read. Everywhere I turn, I see books - if there hadn't been a bed in your old apartment, I’d have thought it was a library, and now my - our - apartment is beginning to look like one.”

“I’m in the worst reading slump of my entire life. I need to do something different. More hobbies. More friends. The girls are great, but… seeing you, I feel as though I want… more. I want to be a better version of myself - and for myself. Don’t they say that happens to you when you find the right person?”

Jin’s lips meet yours once more, briefly, before he pulls away and opens his mouth to whisper. “I understand striving for ‘better’ or ‘more’ baby, but I hope you know that you’re enough. You’re always more than enough. Just the way you are. You’re good. You’re great. You’re beautiful. I love you.”

The simple yet significant words, coupled with Jin cupping your face and brushing your hair to the side, were just what you need at that moment to put your mind at ease, and you easily fall asleep in Jin’s arms.

+

The quest for a hobby was supposed to be simple. Try, and try, and try until you saw what would ‘stick.’

It was clear early on that your boyfriend’s hobbies would never be yours.

Jin begrudgingly demoted you to ‘his sous-chef-for-life’ when you nearly burned the house down three times in your attempts to surprise him with dinner.

His own gaming etiquette got in the way of you ever enjoying a good game with him, for he had no patience with newbies, and you didn’t have the patience to learn all the controls. The only good that attempt did was him buying you a PC and every gaming accessory possible in your favorite colors, even though they mostly went untouched. For his sake, you’d use the Switch controller whenever he insisted on a game of Mario Kart, and you visited your PC every now and then for a slower game. “I’m a GAMER. AND I cook. AND I fish, too,” you tease Jin every time you play Cooking Mama and Animal Crossing for all of 15 minutes.

Fishing, on the other hand, was a scene from your worst nightmare. Being woken up at the crack of dawn to maybe catch a fish after hours of waiting while seasick… was something you swore to Jin you’d never do again. Luckily, he seemed to prefer it as his usual “boy’s time” anyway, even though he never voiced it, and you quickly found out that the exact same could be said for golf - but neither of you minded the occasional role you played from the golf cart, seeing your boyfriend in action and matching in the most bougie athleticwear on the market.

Tennis… was a sight to behold. You had always said that when it came to Jin, attending some of his practice sessions just to bask in the sight and sounds of him on the court, but the same could also be said for you, though in an entirely different context. The racket seemed to reject your very being, flying from your grasp on numerous occasions and putting Jin’s trainer at risk as well as the general public when it went flying over the court’s walls and onto the street. Jin went so far as to dub it ‘the most memorable tennis day of his entire life,’ despite the fact that he had won a small championship.

Until snowboarding season came around, you were left without any new skills or passions shared with your boyfriend. His support and endless words of encouragement meant the world, but iIt had to have been for the better that none of his hobbies were yours - you understood that those were spaces he needed for himself and didn’t want to be the girl whose entire hobby or life was her boyfriend.

Nights and days he spent away were left entirely in your restless hands - try, and try, and try….

“Are you seeing Mina tonight? Nana? Girl’s night?” Jin asks as he puts on his coat.

“They’re still sick,” you pout. “I’ll be waiting here for you, baby.”

“Do you want to come along? Mr. Baek’s kitchen is always open.”

“Didn’t you say you were making some kiwi pie thing today? You know I’m allergic.”

Jin resigns, taking off his coat. “I’ll stay, then.”

You don’t allow him to, handing the thick, fleecy material back to him. “No, baby, I’m fine. Tonight, I’m trying out a new interest: European classical movies. Apparently, French films from the 1960s are very influential and artistic.”

“And boring,” Jin adds. “I watched some at university. You’re better off with Asian cinema.”

“I’ll leave that for whenever you’re free, then,” you say, anticipating the day but quickly putting the thought away. “I’ll be blasting this film so loudly, not even your ‘soundproof’ gaming room would be safe from its jazzy soundtrack.”

Jin smiles before parting his lips, considering the words he was hesitant to speak. “What if… what if I called up Taehyungie and asked him if he’s free to hang out with you?”

You drop your head as you raise your brows. “You’re arranging a play date for your girlfriend? I’m a grown woman, Kim Seokjin. I can entertain myself, much like you can…...” Your voice trails off, thinking of all the failed attempts at entertaining yourself with different hobbies and interests that were anything but interesting.

“It’s just that I know Taehyung would love that! C’mon, you know he would! You seemed to be getting on with him whenever we see the boys, right? Didn’t you both fangirl over Frank Sinatra the last time we hung out?”

“It’s Bing Crosby, honey.”

“There you go - I can’t even tell the difference… but Taehyung can. For what it’s worth, he’s complaining in the group chat non-stop that he’s bored out of his mind. So… why not?”

+

Steps away from his front door, Jin could hear trumpets echoing from his apartment. Taehyung worked his magic, alright, he thought to himself as he inputted the keycode and swung the door open. Jin expected to see the two of you lounging on the couch, watching the film, or simply having the music play through your vinyl player while you chatted away with a glass of wine. What he did not expect was to see the two of you drunkenly dancing in horrible fashion with intertwined hands and Jimin laughing his head off from the couch.

“OH! Speak of the devil!” Jimin cheers, seemingly sober. “Jin-hyung, save me from these two - please.”

In a second, you rush to Jin, screaming his name as you wrap your arms around his neck and messily kiss him on the lips. “Thank God. I can do as the song says and finally dance with mon cherie. Tae, mon ours, go sit.”

A pout appears on Taehyung’s face as he plops beside Jimin, but your eyes are still on your boyfriend, attempting to manhandle him into some form of movement. “Oh, my baby,” he laughs, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Taehyung, I expected you to take care of her.”

“And that’s why I called Jimin,” Tae babbles, forcing a not-so-innocent childlike expression on his face, pointing at their friend. “We-we’re staying over tonight, okay?”

“Seems like a sleepover already,” Jin tuts.

“Humor her, hyung. I was called in halfway through the film and we’ve yet to finish it because they keep repeating the same scene. She’s been saying she wants to dance with you all night like the girl in the movie does,” Jimin says.

“I’ve never seen this film. I don’t know what to do,” Jin says.

“We’ll teach you,” Taehyung says as tries to rewind the film to whatever dance scene you were talking about, in as bad of a state as you were, which Jin thought would help. “Jimin, stand up.”

Jimin does, allowing Taehyung to latch onto him, and thus is immediately suffocated by the weight of his friend. “Copy my lead, hyung.”

The following morning, Jin is as fiery as the breakfast he’s cooking up on his own, ranting to himself in pout while the three of you only watch on due to your shared lack of cooking skills, hungover and bundled up at the kitchen counter.

“Do you think yoga and meditation suit me as hobbies?” you ask the boys after you and Jin had explained how you came up with ‘the movie night to end all movie nights’ as Taehyung had labeled it.

“With your patience?” Jin scoffs, and you’re quick to shoot him a glare - it stung, perhaps more than it should've, so you quickly put the thought away. Nights alone and countless failed hobbies exhausted your patience, but he hadn't seen that... as you hoped. After all, Jin was always supportive and offered not only to stay the night prior, but also indirectly gave you one of the most memorable movie nights of your life with Taehyung. A soft glare was enough.

“That’s exactly what I mean! You need yoga and meditation, but can you do it? Sit still like that?" You open your mouth to argue but fail to do so at the sight of your shaking knees - he was right. "Oh, hey, you know who else can’t sit still?”

“Who?”

“Jungkookie. You seemed to get on with him, too, no? If you’re looking for something active, why don’t you let him teach you boxing?”

“We do pilates together too, twice a week, if that’s more your thing,” Jimin quickly adds, “You’re free to join us any time.”

“Yah, it’s not easy,” Taehyung jumps in, taking a bite of the breakfast that was now in front of him. “If you want to exercise your creative skills, which is a million times more fun, we can do a painting session together. Just for fun, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Exactly! That’s what I’ve been telling her,” Jin says, pointing his hands in thanks towards Taehyung for echoing the words he'd spoken to you restlessly when you gave up origami and journaling. There had to have been some wisdom in the advice, you think, but your patience had been worn thin... how much more could one person try?

"She wants whatever she does to be ‘perfect’ at the very first attempt, but that’s impossible," Jin continues. "The only perfect thing in the world is her, but even she has to start as a beginner. That’s the point of hobbies - they don’t have to be perfect, you just need to enjoy them.”

“You called me perfect,” you blush, kissing Jin’s cheek. The reminder sufficed to get your legs to stop from beneath the kitchen table, now fiddling with the fabric of his hoodie. It was hard to envision being good enough or interesting, but at the very least, one person had seen you as such. Jin and his constant reminders were the only things that kept you from falling off the deep end... he never let you stray too far, even in your thoughts, nudging you towards Jimin when your head started to rest against his shoulder the way it always did when you needed reassurance.

“Pilates does sound interesting…” you mumble.

“Good!” Jimin cheers. “Tomorrow. You, me, Jungkookie.”

“Oh, but first,” you pause, holding Jin’s arm. His eyebrow is already raised, knowing you were about to tease him. “Are you sure it’s alright for me to go work out with your very fit and adorable young friends?”

“I am sure, brat,” Jin says, rolling his eyes before quickly whispering to Jimin, “Make sure Jungkookie keeps his shirt on.”

+

One pilates session with Jungkook and Jimin quickly turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into boxing sessions with Jungkook alone, regular morning jogs with Jimin, and a newfound love for fitness. Boxing made you feel stronger, and Jungkook’s thoughtful observations and comments were of more help and motivation than your now-shared instructor. And catching the sunrise at dawn really was as beautiful and as ‘worth it’ as the annoying health gurus claim to be, something you and Jimin begrudgingly admitted to.

Jin had been supportive as he always was.... up until the day you almost fainted, scolding Jungkook and Jimin for not being more careful of you and insisting you take a week-long break.

“But honey, I don’t want to stop so abruptly! I’m on a roll and I miss the boys already! And for the record, they are always so considerate. I messed up and did more than I should've, but I'm fine today!” you pout, laying on the couch with a hot compress on your core to relieve your soreness and snacking on a fruit bowl, as Jin instructed and prepared.

“My love, you’re exhausted. I don’t want to hear any more of it for at least five days….” he tuts, carefully placing kinesiology tape on your skin. “I hate seeing you this upset, though. You said you feel as though your brain ‘opened up’ when you began exercising, right? Well, why don’t you try exercising that beautiful brain? Take Taehyung up on his offer and take an art class together.”

So you do. Sandwiched between Taehyung and Jungkook at back-to-back painting sessions, you were inspired by their very different approaches to their shared hobby. Tae had his signature style that seemed to effortlessly flow out of him and onto the canvas every time, whereas Jungkook tried a different approach, concept, tool, or style at every session. Both boys seemed like natural talents, but you found peace and awe in Taehyung’s freedom of expression and especially Jungkook’s itch to learn and try new things so fearlessly time & time again...

It was hard to tell what you would create from session to session, slapping paint on a rough pencil sketch every time, but with every stroke of your paintbrush and conversation with the boys, you could breathe a little better...

“Ya, with all these colors… Is this what Namjoon-hyung calls ‘modern art’?” Jungkook teases, staring at your latest creation. You’re quick to poke him with the paintbrush for teasing you, and he’s quick to reassure you.

“It’s Pollock-y, dear Jungkookie the Artist Who Hates Learning Art History,” Taehyung explains. “It is art.”

+

to: my love [6:01pm]: hey, how’s the art class going? how are the boys?

to: prince charmjin [6:32pm]: good! we’re basically done!! we’re going out for dinner. jungkookie is hungry and i think I owe him for making him listen to my rant on the injustice women face and how society is built on misogyny

to: my love [6:34pm]: hehehe knowing jk, he was willingly listening, like i did. even he’d agree that you don’t him dinner. i made pasta at home..

to: prince charmjin [6:51pm]: aw :( we’re already at the steakhouse. maybe jk will be in the mood for pasta later too though

to: my love [7:01pm] have fun :)

to: prince charmjin [8:58pm] on my way home, honey. tae’s dropping me off. jungkook wanted to come but he’s asleep right beside me and he’s tae’s next stop.

to: my love [9:02pm]: good, they’re taking care of you just as i asked them to

to: prince charmjin [9:04pm]: they’re the bestest boys. i don’t need them to take care of me though. :3

“They’re my babies, and I love them,” you remark to Jin after showing him your latest creation, a matching one-of-three painted self-made pottery sculpture with the boys.

The younger boys were your safe space, he thought. Good. And… so am I.

“And I’m your biggest baby that you love the most,” Jin smiles, pouting his lips in want of a kiss. When you grant his wish, a feeling washes over him… one that he couldn’t help but identify as temporary. A seconds-lasting painkiller. “I guess you get the younger boys, and I get the older ones. I’m closer to them anyway. You’ve met them all, haven’t you? Namjoon and Yoongi? And Hobi, of course.”

“Hoseok is always here, Seokjin, so of course, but I think I’ve heard of Namjoon and Yoongi more times than I’ve actually seen or met them. Do they have any hobbies I can steal? The boys mentioned something about Namjoon and art?”

“Namjoon is art. In that he's beautiful and unbelievable, but also that he is interested in anything and everything art-related - museums, galleries, exhibitions, and all that crap. And fitness, so… there’s that,” Jin says, instantly regretting his words at the memory of Namjoon working out, grateful for remembering his friend’s most unenjoyable hobby to move on to. “Oh, he actually hikes! He meditates in the mountains like a wise old man afterwards. Hoseok likes dance, of course, but he also loves fashion. Yoongi likes fishing and drinking with me only,” Jin emphasizes, having always been proud and appreciative of the fact that he’d been the only one who was ever able to get Yoongi to join in on another’s hobby. “By himself, Yoongi plays basketball.... he’s studying, he plays tennis, fencing, he reads, produces, he scrapbooks, he gardens, he runs, he gardens, he flies, he soars! He actually might be Superman.”

You roll your eyes, prompting Jin to explain. “Sorry, inside joke with the boys. Yoongi does so much and is so secretive about it all that I wouldn’t be surprised if all of that is true. But he’d say he’s Batman rather than Superman, actually. I’m Superman… right?”

Jin places his hands on his hips, buffing out his chest and glancing at you through his periphery, hoping his extra hours at the tennis court paid off whenever you'd had an art or fitness session with the boys. He had to know if you saw him as such, as some type of Superman… especially after the countless times you’d trained with Jungkook and Jimin. Though he tried to push the thought away, the image bit at him, even now when was messing around. A seed of something he couldn't quite name...

When your hands are on his shoulders, trailing down his chest, he begins to relax. Even more so when you use his fork to finally take a bite of the dinner he’d prepared. Perhaps he’d been too worried.

“Well, we both know I don’t need saving, but I’ll play along, my handsome Superman. This Lois Lane wants to meet and investigate the interests of the rest of your Justice League, baby.”

“Okay,” Jin murmurs. “Who should we start with?”

“Namjoon? Hey, he’d probably be Aquaman, huh? Same nature shit, apparently, and definitely the same body.”

Perhaps he hadn’t been too worried.

+

to: prince charmjin [9:02am]: i am texting you from the beyond. from the spiritual realm.

to: prince charmjin [9:03am]: come climb up this fucking mountain and bury your girlfriend she’s dead and hates her life and didn’t pack enough water

to: prince charmjin [9:03am]: you’ll know the way, my blood, sweat, and tears left a trail

to: prince charmjin [9:04am]: i gotta admit it’s pretty tho (1 image attached)

Knew it.

Jin was rarely a smug man, but he couldn’t help but indulge in the feeling when he’d woken up to your texts and later when you trudged into the apartment, resigning from a hiking day with Namjoon and swearing you’d never do it again. He guessed you’d hate every second of it but didn’t want to hold you back from your mission and trying something new. His pride is quickly squashed, however, when you follow up the sentence with a declaration that he’d invited you to the opening of an art exhibit the very next day.

“I’m his VIP guest, honey,” you cheer, kissing Jin on the cheek. “And I’m going to the afterparty too so you can have a boy’s night - call your grandpa friends! Oh, it’ll be past their bedtime, won’t it?”

He forces a chuckle. “I hate that that’s true. Plus, I’ve seen way too many people this week, so I’ll game til the early hours of the day - just like I did when I was single.”

Jin hates that the thought had left his lips. It was honest, he had missed his gaming marathons when he never had someone to go to bed to, but it was cruel to mention. He hated the idea that some part of him meant it as such, as a signal, a cry, anything… you never said such words or guilted him when he’d been busy. It was spiteful, it wasn’t like him…. or was it?

“Oh, great! I know you used to love those game-a-thon things. I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t realize you stopped because of me. I hope you know you can do those at any time, okay? I won’t mind.”

Something turned in Jin’s stomach. The seed of what he could only label as worry was now an undeniable pit at his very core.

He should be ecstatic at the fact that you were so accepting of him possibly spending an ungodly amount of hours gaming… but it was too accepting. A smile was on your face, but for the first time in your relationship, Jin couldn’t read what it was - as though a sudden, unknown filter stood between you. Was it temptation? An unthinkable impulse he sensed on your end... Joy, relief, or freedom? Perhaps it was, Jin couldn't tell. It ate at him now, and instead of surrendering, he fought with what he had left.

This… this was the least he could do for you, he told himself, thinking of all the ways he came up short as a boyfriend where others succeeded.

He replayed the image over and over again - the way your eyes light up after every acquired skill or hobby. Your subsequent, beautiful smile seemed like the only thing he could hold on to, keeping aside the anxieties surrounding the reasons behind it. It had to be reminder enough. Seeing you happy made him happy. He knew that…. but he also knew that something dark festered within him. He didn’t like it… he didn’t like it all…

+

to: y/n [5:30pm] on my way home

to: y/n [5:35pm] just got here… where are you?

to: y/n [6:01pm] are you working out?

to: y/n [6:02pm] hey?

Jin needed to blow off some steam.

Gaming didn’t work. The incompetent online players he was paired with only infuriated him further, and the shot he took only made his heart race faster. He thought to spend some time in the kitchen, but he couldn’t help but overthink, indecisive over whether to cook dinner for the two of you or just for himself. When a thought came to mind - to cook something you’d hate just to spite you for not answering his texts and calls with no prior warning or explanation - he quickly discarded the whole idea. He wasn’t hungry anyway.

A best friend would do, he figured.

When it came to opening up, he could only ever trust his younger friends - the ’grandpas’ as you liked to call them, often gave him outdated advice he never cared for. Plus, they didn’t know him like the boys did - since they now know you as well, Jin figured it was the best-case scenario. Surely, they’d have something to say.

But another hour passes, and still, none of Jin’s messages were seen or answered. The younger boys hadn’t answered when he’d asked if they knew of your whereabouts, and the older ones didn’t answer his calls or texts to talk. His skin began to crawl…

until he remembered the failsafe. Out of everyone, Hobi was the only person who still revealed his live location on a social media app to his friends. It was something Jin in particular scolded him for, knowing it was a safety breach, but now, he was thankful for it.

Of course, he’s still at the damn dance studio.

+

Is that…?

Chills shiver down Jin’s body the second he hears the music through the studio’s walls. It’s a song he knows too well… and so do you.

Following the music with long and forceful strides that echo through the corridors, Jin bursts open the door to Hoseok’s own practice room. And his stormy intrudance is proven to be justified.

In front of the mirror were you and Hoseok, dancing too close together to a song from Jin’s secret sex playlist, surrounded by the rest of the boys, watching closely and making teasing noises that shook his very core.

“YA!”

Jin’s voice booms throughout the spacious room, overtaking the loud music playing through every speaker. The group scatters, every person with a horrified look on their face…. yours hurt the most.

Rage was unfamiliar to Jin. He didn’t know what to do with it, feeling it then and there. One would normally shout or yell, question and guilt, as he’s seen and studied before… but his lips were frozen in a frown. He wondered if it was common for one to cry out of fury, though no tears streamed down his face… he knew how to hold them back. His senses confused him, distorted, forced to venture into uncharted territory. Jin could hear differing calls of “Hyung” and what must’ve been excuses as someone turned off the music - all muffled and intelligible. Through it all, he could hear only the soft call that left your lips amidst the chaos, “Jin, my love…”

With his eyes still fixated on you and the words that ease his sole, the knot within him came undone.

His throat throbs and everyone knew what it meant, though no one was close enough to see the pools in his eyes.

“Everyone leave,” you command, and the room is empty save for you and Jin within seconds.

The downpour starts. Though his face was frozen cold, Jin’s body allowed him to move, and all he could do was pace the studio and ignore your small steps toward him. When he finally stops, you’re close enough to stand before him, your head no longer hung so low. The guilt on your face was almost enough to make Jin forget his feelings.

“….I’m so sorry, my love,” you say after a moment’s silence. His lips tremble at the words, wanting to refute them… he doesn’t need to say it for you to understand.

His breath is hitched when he sees your hand extend towards his face, which he tilts just as he always would when you did this. He exhales as you do when you cup his face so gently, moving to your touch as his tears are wiped away. But when your hand brushes over his mouth, he can’t bring himself to purse his lips into a kiss as he always would. The dark seed within him still tugged him back from fully diving in.

“Sit for a moment?” you ask, and he nods, feeling his knees giving way as you lead him to the two weirdly placed chairs by the giant mirror wall in Hoseok’s studio. While you sit with your side to the back of the chair to face him better, he slumps against the hardwood backing, staring at the ceiling as his eyes dry up so he can finally face you once again.

“I can’t talk much. I.. what is this? What am I?” he mumbles with a strained voice, pushing the skin at his temples. “Fuck… I’ve tried rehearsing this, and even then, the words just didn't come out. I can't put a name on it, but I don’t like what’s been happening. All of it. No… No, not all of it.” Jin breathes deeply before continuing. “My girlfriend is never around, and not only that, she spends all her time with my best friends… without me. I know you’re on your journey for more self-discovery and that you really like the boys, so I feel like a piece of shit for feeling this way and for saying this, but… fuck, I’m... I'm angry.”

Jin sees you take in his words, brushing away a couple of runaway tears. “I understand. You have every right to be pissed,” you repeat. “I… shit, I’m sorry, Jin. I never meant to exclude you, my love. The boys don’t either… but that doesn't excuse it... It doesn't." You go stone cold, as though you were replaying the time that's passed over and over in your head. "Will you allow me to talk for a little while? Can I… unpack it all on my end?”

How could he not? Jin nods.

“I learned a whole lot on this 'quest’ which started with your support, I may add - and I’m not blaming you here. I’m thanking you, honey… You’ve been incredible.”

Already, Jin starts feeling sick, hearing the words of a definite breakup speech and knowing that he was the furthest thing from incredible. His friends were. All he can do is watch, now looking at his fingers as he bites his own nails on an unsteady hand.

"Most guys would never even suggest to their girlfriend the idea of her hanging out with his friends - alone. I'm so grateful, honey, and not only that, it actually might be one of the sweetest, most attractive things you've ever done..."

H-huh? Jin tugged at his own sweater, thinking of the possible ways you'd get to the end of your speech and the conclusion that stated what he ultimately feared - that the attraction, or worse, the love, wore off with all you were left with.

“But most of all, I'm grateful. I'm different. I probably wasn't around that much for you to see, but... on this quest, it was as though I unlocked parts of myself I didn't know I had. That was a past version of me, the girl who was in an eternal reading slump, and was too scared to do much else but stay in that slumpish cocoon... I love my cocoon and staying in, don't get me wrong, but I just have more things that give me joy. I feel more certain of myself - like more of that confidence you rubbed off on me. It seems trivial, I know, but everything... everything helped."

You were right. Jin hadn't seen any of it - the rewards of your quest. He cursed himself, knowing he could have if he only paid attention, recalling warped memories of your pride and new experiments. He didn't have to take your word for it, seeing some of it now. You were more sure of yourself. Bold. Happier. That one note settled it - if this grand speech were to end the way he had expected, all that mattered was that. That you were happier.

"That's good," he croaks. "I'm proud."

"I'm proud of myself, too," you nod. "I am the slightly more improved version of myself I knew I could be. Maybe I could be even better, I don't know... but through it all, I kept repeating to myself the same phrase, over and over again. 'You’re enough. You’re always more than enough. Just the way you are. You’re good. You’re great. You’re beautiful. I love you.' Those words... that's what kept me going more than anything."

Jin's breath is hitched when he's finally able to look at you so directly, at the woman he loved with his entire being, quoting his own words. He had meant every word then, prior, all throughout, and would for eternity. If those simple words were enough to help, though he was certain they were not enough to capture the depth of his love, he had served his purpose in life.

"I was entirely motivated by self-love and your love for me, Seokjinnie. I fucking love you," you exhale, and Jin does too, coming undone. All he could do was hang his head low as the tears instantly return, and in seconds, you're at his knees, reaching for him. Like he'd foolishly been dreaming of...

"I don't deserve you. I've been so... so..." his low voice trails off.

"My love, let me finish, hmm? It'll help," you whisper, trying to hold onto any piece of him, and Jin lets you, feeling a rush through his very soul at him being called as such by you. He just hoped he wasn't awaiting more cushioning for a devastating blow... even so, it was one he was now reminded to fight for.

"I have to talk about the boys. I obviously enjoy the hobbies I do with the baby boys - you remember when I told you how I love how strong I feel now? How I feel creative for the first time since high school? That holds up, and in truth, the boys are just angels. I developed such a close friendship with Jiminie, Taehyungie, and Jungkookie that I don't think I can let that go. I just adore them…. and so much so that I’ve been trying to set them up with the girls - Nana, Kiki, and Mina.”

A breath escapes Jin, his fingers stroking his chin. It made sense, he thought. Nana and Taehyung in particular would be perfect together…

“I know you’re closer with the older boys, and I haven’t forgotten them. Namjoon is very cool, but… pretty much none of what he likes works for me. Hiking is as bad as fishing, no offense, and art is only fun when we’re mindlessly having fun in the studio. Otherwise…” You scrunch your nose at the thought, shaking your head violently in disapproval - the endearing act that never fails to make him giggle, even now. “The only reason we keep in touch is to talk books, which… you know I’ve always liked,” you explain.

Jin nods. You and Namjoon’s reading speeds always made him feel like a third-grader. You’d sooner finish reading a 700-page book than learn how to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich - Namjoon was the same. In a world where most people were not as such, at least you two clumsy nerds know of each other, he thought.

“Dancing was… always on my list of things to try, believe it or not. You were there when I brought it up to Hoseok,” you recall the interaction you’d had weeks ago, and so does Jin, who had been so taken aback at your suggestion to Hoseok, having assumed you’d want fashion or social media advice from his savvy friend. You’d never danced sober more than simply swaying, even on the most private occasions… there was never any reason for him to know dancing was always a thing you’d wanted to try... but then again, perhaps the 'new you' had been buried too deeply. But it took guts to ask Hoseok - he knew you knew that as well - the sheer courage and confidence that must've settled in only recently….

“But…. I pretty much told him that I didn’t want him to teach me anymore after the first lesson. He’s like… really fucking scary, Jin, holy shit. I know you've mentioned it, but I didn’t think he was capable of being like that! I thought he was going to kill me!” Another giggle escapes him at your shock. If you had simply run the idea by him, he’d have told you that already, he thinks to himself, as he did after your hike with Namjoon, but he chooses to say it out loud this time. “Oh, lesson learned, believe me, honey. I passed it off as me wanting a female instructor, which I do. Because well….I couldn’t tell Hoseok I wanted to learn burlesque dancing now, could I?”

“Bur-burlesque?!” Jin says, leaning forward as if it’d make him hear any better.

“Mhmm….” The faint, smug smile on your face calmed his heart - it’d been a while since he’d seen you as such - but it did nothing to calm his mind. Just the mental image of you…. “And pole dancing too. I keep telling my instructor that I want to surprise my boyfriend, so she helped me come up with some choreography involving… things you like.”

Jin’s excitement fades when he remembers - the song. “Was that what you were showing the boys?! When I walked in….”

“As if. That’d be for your eyes only, honey. When you walked in, we were just teasing Jimin about something stupid. The song just came up on shuffle.”

Jin shakes his head and stands up to pace the room, replaying the scene once again and scolding himself. Once again, it’s as though you can read his thoughts. “It probably looked odd from your angle…”

“Why was everyone there? Wait, was that Yoongi in here too?” It’d taken Jin this long to realize Yoongi had been present as well. Save for the makeshift therapy session Jin had wanted to have earlier in the day, he had been trying to schedule appointments with Yoongi all week - a needed fishing trip and a work meeting, but his friend only ever answered when Jin had been fast asleep. Had Yoongi been here for Hoseok? Jimin?

“My day started with Yoongi,” you sigh.

You?! The one person who knew of his desperate attempts to get to Yoongi?! he thought, so shocked he had to sit down, opting for the space on the floor in front of you instead of the chair.

”No secrets, especially since I’m laying everything out today. It was my first time hanging out with Yoongi, just so you know. I wanted to pick out a good anniversary gift for you since that’s coming up, and we went shopping for all these fancy liquors. Then, he was just meant to drop me off here at the studio, and after my lesson, I found out he just stayed since Hoseokie was already here in the other room with Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. And Namjoon… he was just here, I guess. Actually, I think he’s hiding that he’s dating one of Hoseok’s dancers. The boys seemed to tease him about it?”

“Oh shit, good. He’s always had a crush on her,” Jin smiles to himself. It starts out as happiness for his dear friend, knowing how deeply Namjoon’s affections could run, and when the crush began. It was right at the start of Jin’s own relationship with you. At that time, for the first time in over a decade, Jin finally understood his friend. Namjoon loved love. He got so caught up in the idea and complexities of love, talking endlessly about how it’s the center of the universe, tying everything together. “It is science,” Jin would always rebuff until he couldn’t. Until he understood. He wasn't going to forget any of it again - not even for a second.

And once again, the woman he loved cups his face, searching his watery eyes, and kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"….Did you ever feel this way?"

You consider his words and think over yours. "Angry? A little jealous? ....Lonely? If that's what you've been feeling... Yes, sometimes."

“Then you don’t have to be sorry, my love. I’m sorry I got angry more than anything.  I… didn’t like that. That wasn’t me…. was it?”

“Not the usual you, but it’s the human you. It’s within reason… I never saw you get jealous before, which is a green flag since I know you trust me - as you should! And I trust you! But still, as someone who gets jealous over you often… it weirdly reassured me, I guess? That you still want me.”

“…. Wait, you get this often?!” Jin blinks.

“Honey, I feel jealous whenever anyone follows their urge to say you’re handsome, which is very often. I always wish I could answer with ‘AND HE’S MINE’ and giggle like a little leprechaun who's hoarding a pot of gold all for himself,” you say with a tone so serious it makes Jin erupt in his signature dolphin-noise laugh for the first time that night.

“I’m always yours! And I always want you! Honey… this is a dark feeling. How do you deal with it often…. I… I never want to feel this way ever again,” he exhales, tugging on the fabric of your top before your hand covers his.

“I deal with it because you always remind me that you’re mine and I’m yours, like you did just now. Because you make sure I know you love me. I… I try. I promise I’ll try harder, my love.”

“No, honey, you do more than enough. I know you love me. I do. I was just… blinded, I guess, which I fucking hate. I… I thought I’d be stronger, better than to fall into this stupid mental rut.”

“You’re human. You’re my human,” you smile, hand slowly trailing down Jin’s cheek but lingering your touch over his pursed lips. Jin’s hands find your waist, and your arms immediately wrap themselves over his shoulders. When your racing hearts calm together in sync, and your breathing follows, the world falls into place and both of your meaningless defenses yield. Your bodies and spirits rest against one another, tired, aching, and longing. Jin wanted just this. To keep you close, for all eternity, if he could… if you’d wanted the same. He’s reassured when his attempt to tighten his embrace falls short, realizing how closely you’ve been holding him in turn. It was physically impossible to be any closer, and still, it wasn’t enough. Exhaling against you, with a hand somewhere in your hair at your back and the other holding your head, his senses overwhelm him once again. It’s too much, the love he’d felt at that moment. Dreamlike, even when he notices that his hand had been lying right over your bra strap. And he remembers even more.

“So… burlesque, huh?” Jin smirks.

“What do you think the chairs are here for?” Turning, Jin’s jaw drops when sees the two now-empty chairs. He tries to hide his excitement by covering his face when he sees you, sure it is red already.

“Oh, with a reaction like this, I’m definitely keeping it as a hobby then. I’m good at it too,” you smile, brushing his hair. “It’ll be good and all for you, baby. Painting random shit and fitness has been fun, especially with the younger ones, and burlesque will be for the both of us. But! My quest is not over, and my introverted self is not fulfilled just yet. I still have crocheting, writing, blogging, and photography to try out. I want something that’s entirely mine.”

“I promise that I support you with trust, love… always,” Jin thinks over his words, fidgeting with his fingers.

“And…I’m…..entirely yours,” he says quietly, a smile finally fixed on his face.

“And I’m yours,” you say with a smile, finally pulling Jin into a kiss that he can’t help but melt into. It’s soft, quick pecks and affectionate murmurs until you straddle his lap. Suddenly, it’s as though your entire mature conversation and successful attempt at communication never happened, and you replayed it all then and there. He reaches for you, pulling you down and onto him until you gasp. At that, Jin’s hand at your nape pushes you into his kiss, and you let him. He bites at your lower lip, moaning when you’re quick to do the same back, yet his sounds grow louder when he lets you passionately kiss him all over. In a fight for stability, he grabs onto the nearby chair and breaks away so suddenly.

“The - the damn boys are still here. I think I heard something break in the corridor - it’s either Namjoonie or Jiminie.”

You open your mouth to say something but don’t, looking at Jin instead. “If they’ve been trying to eavesdrop and want the gist of it, how would you like it if I fake moaned your name a bit too loudly so they know I’m yours and only yours?”

“It doesn’t have to be fake, though, does it?” he asks, leaning back on his elbows and lying in wait, positioned in front of the mirror. Seeing a turn in your gaze seconds before you pounce on top of him, Jin is electrified. Your name leaves his lips and his yours, not just as a moan but a promise. A quest of his own. To make you happier and happier for as long as he lived and more. To find a new way to love you every single day. You deserved as many as the universe had to offer.

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[bts-0t-7]

Not-A-Goodbye | KSJ

Pair: Seokjin x idol!reader

Summary: You knew this day would come but you were just hoping that you wouldn’t have to face it. You thought that you were ready. But as you stood at the military base, saying your goodbyes to your beloved, you didn’t want to let him go. 

Genre: Fluff, established relationship au

A/N: I am sorry for the sad chapter. I am so sorry 😭 I was bawling myself -

WC: 928

You knew time was not on your side. Time was never on either of your side. 

But you never thought that it would come so fast. 

The sun hung low on the horizon as the both of you got into the sleek back car. The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the scene at the military base. As you stood in the midst of a crowd that was all there to bid farewell to each of their beloved - whether it is family, friends, or boyfriends. You were standing there with the six of the other boys, all there to send your beloved who was about to begin his mandatory military service. 

All the boys were bidding Seokjin goodbye, teasing him by constantly rubbing his now shaved head - god, just the thought of it makes you feel a fresh wave of tears. But you couldn’t move. You stood still, heart heavy with a complex mix of emotions. Your beloved was standing no more than ten footsteps away from you, dressed in his military uniform as he stood tall and proud. 

But you knew him better. 

As his eyes caught the attention of yours, you saw the emotions that he was trying to conceal. Your throat tightened as more tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You were so worked up on denying the fact that he was leaving but now looking at him, the reality of his absence was starting to sink in, and it was absolutely overwhelming. 

Seokjin turned to you, gaze locking onto yours and instantly wrapped you in his strong arms. Despite the brave face he put on, his eyes clearly mirrored the pain and sadness you felt. Swinging your arms around his waist, you embraced him tightly, voice shaking as you whispered, “I’m going to miss you so much, Seokjin.”

He held you close, arms a cave of warmth and comfort. “Hey now…” You left tear stains on his shirt as you tried to control yourself. “I’m going to miss you too but remember what we talked about last night? You’ve gotta take care of yourself when I’m not around, okay?” You shook your head, messing with your hair as you squeezed him tighter as if if you did, he wouldn’t leave. “Don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll be alright in there.”

Worry. It was an indescribable feeling - one that constantly plagues minds and bodies; one that is a type of uncurable illness. It was a constant companion, always gnawing at your heart ever since he received his draft notice. That night, you spent it crying in his arms, begging him to stay. You knew that nothing you did would ever change as the military was part of his duty as a citizen but it was difficult. Difficulty to not worry about the dangers that he might face and the time you spent apart. 

Worried about him being out in the cold, having heat flashes, his allergies, and so much more. The list was non-exhaustive. And it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. On the contrary, you trusted him too much. You knew that he wouldn’t look at others but you were worried - worried and jealous that they get to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, pull-ups, and runs. 

“But I can’t help but be worried.” You admitted, voice quivering. “You mean the world to me, Jin. What if you get hurt? Like you sprain your ankle? Or maybe you dislocated your shoulder? Or what if you get too cold during the winter or faint from the heat during the summer? Or what if -”

Seokjin gently brushed a tear away from your cheek and softly kissed your lips. “Shh… I understand your concern, but worrying is not going to change anything. Plus, if I ever get too cold, I can just slap heat patches like I always do.” Seokjin turned his nose upwards, laughing. “While I’m not around, you should focus on yourself. Grow yourself so that when I come home, you can be strong enough to take anything I give you.” Seokjin gently lifted a finger to caress your cheek. “I know you’ve been putting off so many things on my behalf. Now is the time to pursue your dreams, spend time with your friends, and do whatever you want to do.” Suddenly squishing your face in his big hands, you let out a surprised squeak. “Take care of yourself. I’ll be fine and come back as soon as I can.”

It hurts to know that his words bring to you a mixture of comfort and sadness. You knew he was right but the thought of him not being by your side made it hurt so much more. The extended period made it an even harder fact to accept. Still, you nodded and wiped your tears, hoping that your little smile would be convincing enough. But the little squish that Seokjin did on your cheeks and the quivering smile on his lips gave you enough of an answer. 

“I’ll… I’ll try, Seokjin. Promise to focus on myself.”

With a final, tender kiss, you reluctantly let him go. As you watched him walk away to join his fellow soldiers, you stood there, feeling a void in your heart. As they walked through the gates, you stared at Seokjin’s retreating figure until you couldn’t see him anymore. The moment you felt tears filling your eyes, you immediately turned back to the car as your shoulders shook. You knew that the days to come would be filled with missing him and longing for his presence.

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[koosbabygrl]

|Ringmaster|• seokjin

Summary • Lured in by the sights and sounds of the most famous circus in town, events take a strange turn once you become part of the show. Genre • Dark yandere||Explicit||Smut - REPOST Pairing • Seokjin x reader TW • Non-con sexual intercourse, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, bondage, sadistic jin, tickling kink, subtle urophilia, agalmatophilia, perversion, vomit, explicit sexual content, choking, unprotected sex, disassociation, DARK YANDERE, use of needle/drugs, controlling, non-con use of sex toy, non-con touching, non-con roleplay, obsessiveness, physical fight, mentions of trauma and mental health struggles. Word count • 10.2 k

•This is DARK yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.  

please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission  

The air smelled of stale popcorn, the sights and sounds bringing back a nostalgia you vaguely recollect from when you were younger. You can’t think back on the last time you went to such an event, as deluded as it was. Everything was designed to draw you in, trick you, manipulate and deceive you--yet the ambience of the grounds still drew people in. The main event was up ahead and you felt silly getting excited over something you’ve seen countless times through personal experience and television. As juvenile as it was, you couldn’t help but turn back to your friend with an excited smile.

“So they say this ringmaster is hot. He can be my ringmaster any day,” she comments smugly.

“Oh, shut up!” you tease, smacking your coworker on the arm. She made the offer to bring you to the circus after having received free tickets from a raffle she won at work. “We are here to see the ‘freak show’, not make eyes at the ringmaster.”

“Whatever. You know there is no such thing as a ‘freak’ anyway. Most of these people wear makeup and prosthetics to make them look unique. If you ask me, it’s quite offensive.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just funny how I get so excited just from the lights and the music. Does that make me weird?”

Your friend simply smiles and shoves you lightly into the tent. There were more people present than you expected and finding a seat was proving to be a problem. By some miraculous chance you spot exactly two seats right near the front row.

“Look, there’s some. Let’s hurry.”

Finally sitting, you take a moment to absorb your surroundings. Children and adults alike are eagerly waiting, the brilliant joy on their faces making you feel less like an oddball. It made sense to feel this way. Though not many people enjoyed the circus, something about the whole style of it incited curiosity. Before you could remove your jacket, the lights began to dim and the music faded. The spotlights dangling from the tent began their infamous swirling as the drums announcing the introduction of the ringmaster began their furious beat. With a sharp tug, the curtains on the left side of the ring opened swiftly, revealing a brightly colored podium with nothing but a black top hat neatly set on top of it.

The audience gasps when the main director was nowhere to be seen, joined by the floodlights that chaotically search around revealing nothing but an empty ring. “That wasn’t expected,” mocks your coworker, but you were way too caught up in the search wondering where the man of the hour had disappeared to.

“Stop ruining this. You’re such a party pooper.”

As your skeptical friend chuckles, your eyes return to the darkness surrounding the stage doing your best to adjust from the bright lights that rove around. And then, without a warning, a soft brush over the shell of your ear makes you turn in suspense.

“Shhh,” comes the sound over the mic, the owner of it still unknown. The audience stills and listens, already intoxicated by the entire show. “If you looked a little closer, you’d see I’m...right...over…here,” As he harshly whispers his last word, you jolt in response, totally confused and unsure about what was happening. Within seconds, the voice near you disappears leaving you a quivering mess.

“What the hell was…”

A sudden click of the lights brings darkness over the ring once again and for a few seconds all that could be heard were the whispers of wonder from the crowd. Then suddenly every single light comes back on revealing the entire ring floor and the mysterious master everyone was looking for.

“Come one! Come all to the greatest, most unique, highly coveted and amazing grand circus you’ll ever see. My name is Jin and I’ll be your ringmaster this evening.”

With a bow, he hops off his podium and swings back behind the curtains effectively triggering the next event to follow.

You watched him the entire night wondering how he managed to get so close to you without you even realizing. He was obviously very good at his job, and from the looks of it, your friend wasn’t lying about his attractiveness. The way he carried himself as he introduced each show, light on his feet, broad shoulders and a smile that could swoon the strongest heart, was quite astounding. You were a bit embarrassed to admit it, but you wouldn’t mind him cracking the whip over your…

“Earth to, ____. Did you hear anything I said?”

“Oh, sorry...no.”

“I told you he was hot. I’ll be back, just gonna grab a drink. Want anything?”

“No thank you.”

As soon as she walks off, you continue to focus on the man commanding the stage. He had an amazingly gorgeous purple jacket that shimmered in the light. It was obvious that every bead and stone sewn into it was done with great care. His black high boots compliment his long legs that are covered by black tights leaving nothing to the imagination. You wonder if maybe he was wearing a cup, the size definitely above average, but this certainly wasn’t a sports game.

Somewhere along the line he exchanged the whip in favor of a cane, and once again your mind began to wander into dangerous territory. The show was amazing to say the least and when it was all set and done, you were a little disappointed. Not wanting to end the night just yet, you find yourself staying behind as the crowd begins to leave.

“Hey, you coming? The bus should be here in twenty minutes.”

“No, you go ahead. I’m just gonna sit here for a minute and take it all in.”

“Oh really? You’ve got money for a cab? You’re a big baller now?”

She was being silly you knew, but it wasn’t a lie. You both chose to take the bus since you didn’t want to park downtown where everyone and their mother would be. Not to mention the ridiculous prices for parking in one of the event lots. As for the money, you weren’t exactly making what you were hoping, and still recovering from paying your mother’s medical expenses, you were trying to be as conservative as possible. Tonight, however, you needed a moment for you, and a few extra bucks weren’t going to matter in the long run.

“Very funny. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. You go on. I’m not looking forward to going over my report tonight, so let me have this.” You gesture a plea and she gives in easily.

“Yeah, yeah. Just watch your back. They might just recruit you to be a part of the freak show.”

“Ha, ha...very funny.” You mock her and wave your hand dismissively. She walks off leaving you alone, the sudden silence filling the room making you feel uncomfortable. It took you a few minutes, but you managed to stand up with a sigh. It was time for you to go. Hoping to catch the fried dough stand before it closes, you pick up your pace a little, your exit just a few feet away.

“Leaving so soon?”

A familiar voice stops you, though now it was less amplified without the microphone. You turn hoping to catch him this time, happy that you were quicker than before.

“Yeah. I’m not exactly a part of the show, though, I think I might fit in with the clowns.”

“Cute and witty. I was right.”

His compliment successfully catches your attention. “You were right?”

“Yes. When I saw you earlier tonight I knew you were unique...special.”

If it were any other man talking to you this way you would have turned and walked away, but the glimmer in his eyes and his flirting tone intrigue you. His looks were also quite captivating. Up close like this, you could see his pretty lips and perfect face. He had broader shoulders than what you remember, but the padding in his jacket made him look even wider.

“Ha, thanks. I’m hardly special. I really enjoyed your show tonight. If anything was special, it was that. I’d forgotten how much I love being captured by the wonder of it all.”

“It’s my pleasure. I’ve dedicated much time to perfecting it all. I’m very particular about how things should look and sound. It’s a hobby.”

“Well, I admire it. Anyway, I should get going if I’m going to finish looking over my report. Once again, thank you.”

“Wait.”

You stand still as Jin walks forward and stands before you. He eyes you quietly and then removes his jacket carefully placing it down on one of the seats. “Please don’t go. I rarely get to speak with one of my guests, and you are particularly beautiful if I do say so myself. Pardon my boldness but, would you like to come again tomorrow night? I can guarantee you the perfect seat with no distraction from the audience. Perhaps you could be part of the show?”

Never before had you been seduced by a man with such polite manners, and even less so, a man that was in charge of a circus. It was quite comical, but the look on his face meant he was very serious about his proposal. It was a strange way to ask someone on a date, but you felt flattered nonetheless. It’s not like you’ve been approached by a ringmaster before.

“Oh, wow. You really don’t have to. I mean...what would I even do? I’ve never done anything in front of an audience before.”

“You don’t have to do much of anything. You can sit in my private booth. It has plenty of curtains to conceal you and then when I call you out, you simply walk down the ramp over there and hold my top hat while I perform a magic trick.”

His explanation seemed easy enough and even though you felt nervous, it was a little hard to say no when he was smiling so beautifully at you.

“Yeah, sure--why not. This would certainly be a stress reliever. Okay, yeah. I’ll be here.”

“Great!”

The next night came quicker than you expected and not wanting to seem like a weirdo, you didn't mention to your coworker that you were going to go back to the very place you both mocked the day before. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt shy, and knowing that the sexiest man you’ve ever seen was waiting for you made it even more difficult to control your breathing.

The crowd was already building, the atmosphere reminding you of the night before, except this time you would be a willing participant. A little bit confused about where exactly you should be going, your worries were quickly put to rest when a circus member came up to you.

“Hello, you must be our guest for tonight. Jin asked me to take you to his personal seating. Please follow me.”

As the member led you toward the location, you realized you hadn’t even told Jin your name the night before. You found it weird of him not to ask, but then again, the circumstances had been kinda weird.

As soon as you arrive you know it. The tent is beautiful, ornately designed with pretty gems and rhinestones--satin ribbons that were colored completely different than what a circus would be. The curtains were thick and behind them you could vaguely hear Jin’s voice booming during the show. Apparently it already began and you start to worry you may have arrived too late.

“Where do I go? What should I do?”

“Just enter here. Jin will do the rest.”

As vague as it sounded, you simply did as you were asked. Opening the curtains, you walk into a small room noticing the lovely chandelier hanging from the center, and the pink roses in vases on almost every surface. It was like a dreamland. Curious, you walk toward the curtain where you hear Jin’s voice the loudest. Though you want to take a longer look around the pretty space that surrounds you, the temptation to carefully pull back the fabric is too great. The first thing you see is the back of Jin’s form. You are drawn in by his voice and the way he commands the show. With a wave of his wrist, the lights go off and gasps are heard all around.

“Come to me, now.”

You know the command is for you, so you quickly make your way to him as best as you can. The only light guiding you were the tiny string lights on the floor. His hand finds you first and pulls you close enough for only you to hear his words.

“Take off your clothes and put this on.”

Your eyes open wide in shock and for a moment you weren’t sure if you’d heard him correctly. “Take off my clothes?”

“Yes, quickly now. The lights will be on shortly.”

Not wanting the entire whole of the audience to see you naked, and knowing that it was already dark so there was no possibility of him seeing you in your underwear, you do as he says. The fabric he hands you feels slightly heavy but soft. It was clearly a cloak of some kind. Wrapping it around your shoulders, you work to tie the ribbon at your neck, but the feel of a pair of hands at your waist is not something you were expecting.

“Wha--”

“Hush. I’m just helping you be quicker. We have five seconds.”

You could feel his fingers buttoning the front with practiced skill, and just as the lights came on, you slid your arms out of the side openings and stood in awe when the audience came back into view. It was a strange feeling standing there, the shadows cast by the floodlights making it hard for you to distinguish their faces. You felt the vomit begin to build in your throat, but Jin’s hand came to settle on your back, soft circular motions helping ease the sensation.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Tonight I have a lovely assistant to help me with my next trick. Please help me welcome…”

He turns then to glance at you and you blank. What in the hell was he getting at? Suddenly it hits you. Your name...he needed your name. “_____, my name is _____.”

“There you have it folks. Let’s give her a round of applause. Now, please pay close attention because I’m about to do what has never been attempted before. I will make this lovely lady disappear before your very eyes.”

You blink suddenly, panicking and unsure of what was taking place. He never told you about this part. He only mentioned a hat trick. What exactly were you supposed to do in front of all these people? You knew about magic tricks and how a lot of optical illusion was used, but you never practiced anything like this before. You swallow back your fears and try to go along with it. He was the greatest showman you’ve seen, so you simply put your trust in the fact that he knew what he was doing. His movements were hypnotizing, the audience’s attention drowning in the lights and sounds all around. You feel dizzy and it becomes hard to focus on anything he says. Your nerves are on edge and then without warning, a blanket of darkness surrounds you. Your feet lose stability, you feel yourself fall down and then land on a soft surface. What sounds like a trap door shuts above you and then there is silence. Without waiting, you remove the cloth sack that had somehow fallen on you and blow the hair out of your face.

Wherever you were, it was scary. There was barely any visual, just a low glow of light emitting from the corner. You crawl forward attempting to situate yourself and figure out where exactly you were, but metal bars are the first thing your fingers meet. It’s almost impossible to stand, so you hunch over walking the perimeter you were in realizing you were not in just any room. You were inside of a cage and it was no bigger than the size of a small bathroom. You can't make out much, so you use your hands as a guide to touch along every surface hoping that maybe there was a door you were supposed to exit from, but when you finally find it, a padlock prevents such a thing.

You didn’t want to jump to any conclusions or even panic because this must be part of the show and you were sure Jin or someone would come any minute to let you out. As you wait seated in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest, the sounds above ring on and you can’t help getting more and more tired as you sit in the darkness waiting. It was the only thing you could do since you’d already convinced yourself that maybe they needed to end the show before they could come to you--they all had to be busy doing some part of the show, right?

It was way later, how long you weren’t sure, that a noise at the cage jolts you awake. “Hello! Oh thank God. I’ve been waiting for so lon--”

Jin was at the door, his presence looming due to the shadows that cast off his body and face. “Hey, you did so good, ____. Your name is really pretty. Come.”

He gestures with his hand and for some reason you hesitate a little. This had all gotten to be a bit too much and you had a bone to pick with him for leaving you in that cage for so long. When you reach the door, he puts out his hand and you grab it even though your anger was starting to build by the obvious lack of remorse from him.

“Jin, I don’t appreciate what you did. You changed the whole show and didn’t even warn me. And then...you left me alone in this cage for what seemed like hours. I want to go home.”

While you rant and walk ahead of Jin, you come to the realization that you don’t even know where you are going. This lower level is so dark and Jin’s presence behind you isn’t exactly comforting. He hasn’t said much and you start to feel incredibly uncomfortable by this whole situation.

“But you already are home.”

“Wha--”

You didn’t get the chance to spin around and look at him. The next thing you knew you were struggling in his grip, a cloth over your mouth, and then darkness.

With a dry mouth and sore neck, you rouse to consciousness slowly. As your body begins to awaken, you start to move around, unconsciously stretching your limbs, only to come to the realization that you can’t move your hands. “Wha--”

It doesn’t take long for you to realize you are tied down by your hands and feet. Your head is killing you and you feel like your throat is on fire, but none of that matters--you need to get out of wherever you are.

You begin to scream hoping that someone will hear you. Even though it hurts, you scream and scream, your tears suddenly making themselves present. In a moment of exhaustion, you bow your head to rest when the sound of a door opening sets your nerves on edge.

“My, my...what a loud, pretty mouth you have. I was hoping you’d make this easier. I didn’t use the needle this time. Your pretty skin is too precious to puncture, but I can see you’re not very grateful for my mercy.”

For a second you think you’re hallucinating. The words that are coming out of his mouth seem unreal, and if he weren’t standing right in front of you in his physical form, you would indeed believe you were dreaming. “What do you mean needle--w-what are you saying? What is this?”

“Hush, darling. You’re only going to make your headache worse and strain your throat. I rather like your voice. I was hoping to make you a talking doll. You wouldn’t want me to sew your lips together would you?”

That shut you right up. If there was ever a level of crazy in your opinion, Jin had surpassed it. Suddenly it all made sense, the robe, the blanket, the cage...this had all been planned. You instantly regret ever coming to the show and even thinking you could trust him. The man before you was a psychopath and now you were stuck. You can’t believe that he actually kidnapped you in front of an entire crowd and yet no one was the wiser.

“Good. See how good you are? I actually knew it the moment I saw you sitting up front at my show. I had to go see you right away. You did feel me, didn’t you? I was so close. God, you smelled like heaven. You have the perfect skin and hair...and when you smile...your teeth...ugh...I just love when I don’t have to do reconstruction on teeth. It’s always messier than it needs to be. OH! Before I forget, I have a dress for you.”

“What the fuck! Let me go...please...please let me go!” Whatever he was planning, you didn’t want to be a part of it. The more he spoke, the more you felt your skin crawl. You’ve only ever heard of fucked up shit like this in movies and to be honest you preferred to die instead of doing whatever the fuck it was he wanted to do.

“Hey...I asked you to be quiet.” He comes close when he speaks the word, the remaining rush of air coming from his lips blowing over your face. You want to gag, his nearness enough to make you nauseous. You turn your head away not wanting to look at him- but you can’t keep from crying. This whole thing felt like some sort of twisted joke. Biting your lip, you nod in agreement and it was enough for him to move away from you.

“Good girl. You may want to know that I like to dress up my dolls. It’s my favorite hobby. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I will need to remove your bra and panties and that will cause me to see your...privates. That’s okay, right? I mean, I would never touch you unless you wanted. I always leave it up to my dolls. After all, I need you to be smiley and happy. It’s been a long while since I’ve found another to be mine. My last doll...well...she wasn’t very good to me. After all I did for her--she was so ungrateful. It doesn’t matter now. She’s not around anymore. You have all my attention. So...where should we start?”

He walks forward and you flinch. You couldn’t help it. It was futile to try and hide it knowing that you were already as good as dead. Your chest heaves with the cries you can’t subdue, and there was nothing you could do to stop him since your arms and legs were tied.

“I usually use a knife to start--it helps me get the clothes off faster, but I’ve been a little sloppy at times and ended up ruining my perfect baby’s skin. I’m going to use these scissors instead. You ready?”

As he began to cut away at your clothes, you shut your mind down and pretended none of this was happening, that you weren’t really tied down in some lunatic's basement being stripped of your clothes and dignity. The faster you breathe, the more lightheaded you become. It didn’t take long for you to pass out.

“Aww, what a pity. I would have liked for you to see how pretty your clothes are. Oh well.”

As you lay unconscious, Jin cut away at your clothes. He took his time, eyes roaming over your body as if it were art in a museum. His fingers itch to touch, but he was a gentleman. He swiftly removes your boring clothes and then begins dressing you with the hand made clothes he had pre-made for you. It only took him one look to know exactly what would fit you. The baby pink cloth he chose was perfect against your skin. He knew it would be. There was no need for underwear, not when he could see the peak of your nipples showing through the transparent cloth so perfectly. You really were something to behold. Satisfied with his work, he pulls out his makeup kit and goes to work. This was his favorite part. Everything about you was more than he could ask for. The more he stares at you, and the more makeup he applies, the harder it is for him not to sneak a taste. Tenderly he bends down to kiss your lips and when you sigh he feels his heart constrict.

“So fucking perfect, darling. I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”

When everything is done, he gets up with a satisfied smile and leaves the room. He knew you’d need to rest before you put on his best show.

Once again you awoke to unfamiliar surroundings and your limbs bound. You were thirstier than you remember and the darkness all around you made you want to sleep more, but you couldn’t. There had to be a way to get out. You begin to struggle against the binds praying that maybe Jin wasn’t so good at tying, but a bright light suddenly pops on beaming right on you. You could barely see anything, the power of the bulb making your headache come back full force. The sound of clapping makes its way to you, and it was obvious it was a recording. What was definitely not a recording was the sound of Jin’s voice over the speakers in the room.

“Gentleman and gentleman!” he giggles. “Tonight we have a special show for you, yes only you because there’s only one of me!” Again he laughs. “Let’s give it up for ____, the prettiest doll you ever did see.”

Again the recorded clapping sounds all around you along with cheers, yet you know there was only one person in the room. Suddenly your arms start to get pulled up, along with your legs. You were being lifted up against your will and though you wanted to fight it, the height you were being taken to seems pretty far from the floor.

From somewhere in the darkness, Jin’s clapping and jeering has you searching. At this point you were beyond exhausted and you weren’t even sure how many hours you’d been trapped. You also felt so unlike yourself. Your body felt heavy and your head was spinning.

“Lovely! Look how pretty you are. Why don’t you give us a turn.”

The ropes holding you rotate your body and then drop your arms a bit forward so that you are bent forward with your hips elevated higher. They begin to tug your limps back and forth making it seem like you are dancing and every tug and pull only makes you feel sicker. Unable to hold back, you vomit all over the floor below you.

“Oh no! OH NO! This won’t do. My darling.”

You feel yourself getting lowered down softly until you’re settled in the pool of your own vomit. The next thing you feel are Jin’s hands lifting you up and carrying you off somewhere. Water droplets fall over your head and you realize you’ve been carried to a shower. It feels amazing and even though Jin removed your clothes, you didn’t care. Even when he begins cleaning your body and shampooing your hair, you just sit on the tiled floor letting him do it. You don’t register how he too was naked and that he was sporting an erection.

He carries you out of the bathroom all wrapped in a towel and sits you on a vanity chair. He brushes your hair and puts lotion over your skin, not once uttering a single word. When he’s all finished, he carries you to his bed and tucks you in. He knew the injection he gave you while you were passed out was too much, but he didn’t want you to wake up while he was still styling you for his show. He should’ve known when it took you much longer than the others to wake up. It was stupid of him to put you through it when you were such a fragile and soft baby. He caresses your face and hair as he lay next to you naked. You were both naked because let’s face it, he was greedy like that. He watches your eyelashes flutter and wonders what in the world you might be dreaming. Hopefully by the morning everything would be better.

Feeling like you’d been hit by a brick wall, you could barely move your arms, the soreness running from your neck down to the tips of your fingers. Your legs hurt as well and your stomach made an unpleasant sound. What the hell was happening? You try to turn but a vice-like grip over your waist keeps you in place. Slowly you turn your head to find that Jin is asleep and is holding you tight. As quietly as you can, you start to remove his hand and slide out of his grip. You make it a few steps before Jin’s voice startles you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He spoke sleepily, not even making a move to grab you. It was like he knew you couldn’t go anywhere. That didn’t stop you from trying. Not looking back at him, you scan the room for anything that could help you make an escape. You spot the brush from last night and grab it quickly turning to fight him and then realize how stupid you were being. What could you possibly do with a brush?

This gets Jin’s attention. He sits up, the blanket laying over his hips revealing his upper body and abs. His hair was a shaggy mess and lips swollen from sleep. Were it another time or another Jin, you might say he looked good enough to eat, but this was not a normal man. He was a killer, with weird kinks you didn’t even want to think about. Whatever it was he was doing with you had made him your number one enemy, and there was no way you could see him in any sexual way.

“Come here, darling. What do you plan to do with that brush, hm? Why don’t you come back to bed. You must be so hungry after that wonderful display you put on last night. I must say, the floodlights left little to the imagination with the way your sheer clothes revealed….everything. It’s too bad you got sick. That was my fault. Come to bed, silly. Breakfast should be here any minute.”

His words remind you of the hunger you had suppressed and suddenly your belly starts to rumble. Even though it was tempting, you don’t move. Who knows what else he has up his sleeve.

When Jin senses your hesitance, his annoyance wells up. “I said come here, darling. Don’t make me come get you.”

Your body begins to shake, out of fear or hunger--you’re not sure. When he moves a leg off the bed, you quickly scurry to your side and sit down slowly eyeing him the entire time with the brush in your hand as your defense.

“Good girl. Now, give me the brush. You’ll need your hands for eating.”

“I don’t wan--”

“Brush. Now.”

You hand it hesitantly and then watch as he gets up off the bed and walks to the vanity, placing it down gently. It was so disgusting to see that somehow this little game he was playing was turning him on. He was partially aroused, and remembering your nakedness, you cover up quickly feeling sick to your stomach.

“Darling. I hate to have to do this but, you haven’t proven to me that you’re trustworthy. I already told you about the others and yet you want to test me. I really like you a lot. In fact, probably more than the others. I’ve never laid next to my other girls. You’re the first. That’s why it hurts me to have to tie you up again.”

“NO! Please. I-- I promise you don’t have to. I won’t--I mean..Please...don’t do that I won’t be bad again…”

Opening the drawer in front of him Jin grabs the ropes he used for his extracurricular activities and walks over to you. He hated that his body was making it obvious how much he liked you when he wanted to hold the power over you, but you had control over him--strangely. When he gets to your side of the bed, you are clearly ready to put up a fight and he wasn’t in the mood for it. His hand shoots out to your neck and tightens leaving you in shock.

“Don’t make me hurt you, ____. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. And after last night, with you getting sick from the injection, I wouldn’t want to force you another way. Remember, I’m a gentleman. Now be a good darling and give me your hands. If you’re worried about eating. I’ll feed you.”

You feel his thumb squeeze tighter and though your own hands grip against his in an attempt to escape, he is much stronger. Feeling yourself grow weak, you let your hands fall and give in to his will. Placing them in front of you, Jin quickly ties you up and locks you in place.

“There. You always look so lovely with ropes. This is why I consider you my prettiest doll. I’ve never seen anyone look as good as you do in the clothes I’ve made. It’s like you were made for them. With the ropes on and the makeup...the outfit...gahh…”

His hand slams against the headboard beside your head and he squeezes his thighs together, his free hand pressing down against the erection that’s been annoying him for hours. “Fuck! Do you see what you do to me? You’re my perfect doll. Can’t you see that? You were made for me. I can’t wait to put you in the next outfit I have for you. It comes with ribbons for your pigtails and---”

A knock at the door stops his discourse. He grabs a nearby robe and answers the door. When the food enters the room you almost want to cry. The smell is amazing and for a moment you forget everything else.

“Hungry, darling?”

This time you don’t hold back, nodding desperately wanting him to bring you the food immediately. You’re not sure how many days have gone by with the lack of windows and clocks in this prison you were in. You've been in and out of consciousness so many times, and honestly, your hunger was starting to be the most important thing right now.

“I didn’t know what you would like so I took the liberty of ordering everything. I have a wonderful staff here. They’re paid for their work and their silence. It’s quite amazing actually. I can focus on my career and my hobbies. So, how about some fruit?”

Whatever Jin was saying was not registering. Your eyes were focused on the food and nothing else. When Jin brought up a piece of fruit to your mouth, you took it eagerly, not caring if the juice dripped over your chin. He continued to feed you more and more, occasionally slipping a finger into your mouth hoping your tongue would lick over it. The more he fed you, the harder he got, the robe now rubbing over the tip of his length as he fidgeted in his seat.

“There, what a good darling you are. Feeling better?”

“Water please.”

Jin did not linger, quickly grabbing the glass of water and bringing it to your lips. When you begin to chug he tries to keep up with your demand, but his hand slips and he wets your entire neck and chest. “Shit, I’m sorry, doll. Let me.”

He removes the wet blanket that shields you and you jerk forward not wanting for him to see you, but it was too late. You were nude once again, and this time, Jin makes no attempt to hide the lust in his eyes.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer. I have your new outfit here...in this closet. I won’t put you in my stage room for this because I want this to be...for me...between us--intimate.”

You couldn’t help but to cry again, the sick and twisted games he was playing too much for you to handle. “No...please don’t make me do that. Jin, please let me go. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I won’t tell anyone I promise. I’ll do anything...I--”

His hand over your mouth silences you. “___. You really like to run your mouth too much and...it’s driving me crazy. Your begging is so pretty, but please shut up. I know what’ll change your mind. Wait here.”

He seems way too happy when he runs to search in the drawer. You start tugging harshly against the ropes not caring that it was pulling against your skin and making it bleed. You’re so focused on it that when Jin comes up and tugs your legs down, you yelp in shock.

“DARLING! Stop or else it’s going to hurt.”

When you look down you see him holding a small object unfamiliar to you. He puts it into his mouth and pulls it out with a smile, satisfied with how his spit coats the surface. Another item calls your attention--lube? While he holds your legs down with one arm and half his body, his other hand works to lube the object and then he spreads your legs. You begin to fidget unsure of what he intends to do.

“LISTEN TO ME!”

His booming voice makes you stop instantly, the viciousness behind it making it clear you should give him your full attention.

“Okay good. Keep your legs still...you don't want that again do you?” He gestures to the needle on the dresser and you freeze.

“I see we speak the same language. Now, because I would never touch a lady without her permission, I’m going to need you to do something for me. Push this inside of you.”

Your mouth drops open the moment you realize what he is asking you to do. He is holding some sort of toy and for whatever sick reason he wants you to put it inside of yourself. Not wanting him to drug you again and even less for him to do it himself, you grab it and slide it in, your tears trailing over your cheeks the entire time.

Jin sits back and watches you, amazed at how much more compliant you’ve become. He was glad because he really did favor you above the others. As soon as it disappears inside of you, he grabs his phone and turns the dial to the lowest setting. Immediately you buck up and he smirks. “Good. Now let’s get you dressed.”

His outfit for you is sweet and simple. It wasn’t a typical doll outfit since it was more lace than cotton. He manages to include ribbons tied at your elbow and knees. The material is so revealing it looks like it belongs in a stripclub. There is an opening at your cunt allowing access to anyone wanting it--mainly him. He manages to tie your hair into pigtails and paint marionette markings on all your joints. The entire process takes him a few hours. While he works on you he plays with the controls on his phone increasing the vibrations inside of you slowly. As much as you try to hold back, a few orgasms rack your body.

When he finishes getting you ready, he stands back admiring his work. Out of all his previous babies, you were the most gorgeous. “You’re perfect, ___. This outfit was made for you. I am confident you’re going to put on an amazing show. This time we will be in here so there is no need to feel nervous. My eyes will be on you and nowhere else. Let’s set you up.”

He somehow managed to tie you to the high posts on the frame of his bed effectively getting you to stand. Everything happened so fast and with the distraction of the looming needle sitting on the dresser and the vibrating toy inside of you, Jin was able to get you to do exactly as he wished. You were splayed out, arms and legs open like a starfish, looking like a lamb ready for the slaughter. His low chuckle made you nauseous, but after your previous display, you didn’t want his hands on you anymore. The way he stood off in the corner of the room sitting back on his velvet chaise brewed a hatred within you that you never experienced before. If this fucker wanted a show, that’s exactly what you would do, but…

Another vibration forces your body to shudder. You can’t close your legs to stave off the stimulation nor can you pull it out. You can see part of your reflection to the right of you in the mirror on the dresser and it’s beyond degrading. The tiny pink string hanging out of you nauseates you, the foreign and unwelcome object making your head spin. If only you could pull it out and focus on that damned needle.

“Look at you. It’s cute--the way you act like you don’t want this. Your body tells me differently, baby. Look at your pretty nipples…so hard and sensitive. Does it hurt you when the lace rubs over them? You want to cum again, don’t you?”

When he goes to turn up the vibrator once again, you scream out. You can’t help it, the overstimulation is too much to bear and if he continues on like this you might pass out from exhaustion. “NO! NO...please no more. I c-can do--I can do it without the toy. P-please take it out. Let me s-show you.”

Your request captures Jin’s interest. Could it be that you were going to do a show for him all on your own? All his other disobedient girls needed motivation and never offered such a gift. He was tempted.

“Is that so? I kind of like you like this all whimpery and messy. Your thighs are so shiny from all the arousal you’re leaking, baby. Don’t you like how good I am to you?”

“I doo, I dooo, b-but...I can be better. I can be a good girl. Let me try. Please.” You hope he takes the bait because frankly, you had no other option. This was going to be the only opportunity as far as you could tell. There was no guarantee he’d let you be with him alone like this again, nor that he’d have a needle full of god knows what to knock you out. You wait and watch the decision playing over his features until another buzz shocks you into another orgasm.

Jin snickers as he watches your body convulse and then fall forward. The only thing sustaining you are the ropes he tied like a professional. It’s pretty amazing how good he’s gotten. The first few girls had successfully gotten free, but they never made it past the main hall. Pathetic little bitches. You, however, were tied up like a perfect little treat, unable to escape and drooling from the amount of orgasms he’s gifted your body. For a moment he enjoys the show, until a drop of blood lands on his sheets.

“Princess!” His voice shocks him, the worry laced within it unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He hops up and over to you, checking every inch of your body. When he finally reaches your face, he sees you’ve bitten your bottom lip hard--probably to keep from screaming out your pleasure. You were such a spirited and stubborn little thing.

“Okay, fine. I never do this, so consider yourself lucky. I’ll let you show me what you can. You need to hydrate first.”

Jin unties you and sets you on the bed where you sit in agony. The temptation to pull out the toy is still there, but now that you were free, you didn’t want to push your luck. He comes back with water and lets you drink. You’re thirstier than you realize, and almost want to sigh in pleasure at the feeling of flowing down your throat.

“There’s a good girl. So, tell me, did you still want this toy inside or not?”’

You almost spit out the water with how fast you answer him, “NO!”

“Have it your way,” Jin chuckles.

You hope he’s giving you the chance to remove it, but you should have known better. Kneeling before you, he opens your legs, letting his fingers slide softly up your thighs. When he reaches your center, he spreads your lips open and wraps the cord over his middle finger and pulls slowly.

The action causes your legs to shake, but you suppress it by pressing down on your knees with your palms. Jins stares up at you taking his sweet time removing the distressing device.

“There.” The popping sound it makes as he pulls it out is embarrassing, and as soon as he’s clear of your legs, you snap them closed and exhale.

Jin stands back and admires your flushed skin, the sweat on your brow, and the wetness coating the vibrator purchased especially for you. It was a pity you didn’t want to play with it anymore. He had so many wonderful plans for it, but at the moment he was more intrigued by whatever show you promised him. He stands back and leans against the dresser, the very same holding the syringe you so desperately want to reach.

Not wasting anymore time, and battling against complete and utter exhaustion, you stand to your feet and put on your best face. Using the frilly attire to your advantage, you run your hand up your thighs, over your belly and over your breasts. You sway your hips side to side slowly, a seductive dance you hope will ensnare him. His eyes are glued to you already, the attention making you feel strangely powerful. Sliding your hands back behind your neck, you feather your hair over your arms and bring one back over your face and onto your lips. Making sure to lock eyes with him, you notice his flicker to your lips where your fingers are currently playing with your tongue, fingertips running gently over it and slowly entering your mouth.

“Enough!” Jin growls, his patience having run its course.

It looks like he’s about to move away from the very place you need him to be and before you can walk over to pin him, he storms towards you. A hand comes to your throat and the force of it forces your feet backward. The edge of the bed meets your calves and now completely out of control, Jin takes over and lifts you onto the bed. There is nothing you can do, not when his hands are rushing to remove every inch of your clothing. He rips at the frilly material as if it were paper and pins your hands above your head with one of his own. He doesn’t bother to take off his robe, his cock already peeking through the opening on the front.

At this point you’re beyond exhausted, the idea of even escaping slowly slipping away. He drags one of his hands up your body, fingernails slowly trailing over your skin and belly. He moves them around lightly, the pads brushing over your flesh in featherlight strokes creating a tickling sensation you can barely endure. You want to cry out, beg him to stop, but your voice is completely gone. You almost start giggling, the soft strokes over your skin assaulting your most sensitive parts. You squeeze your thighs together, the tickling beginning to stir your bladder.

“You think you can go on teasing me like this, princess? I think I’ve been patient enough, don’t you think? How dare you be so fucking sexy? None of my other girls were as perfect as you. I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, but I can’t wait any longer. You do want me, right?”

You close your eyes already knowing what’s coming. His warm breath over your face steals your breath away and you just lay there defeated. You’d fought him all day and there was no fight left in you. He takes your lack of response as permission, and the moment he enters you, he almost cries out in euphoria.

There is no doubt about his size. He’s big and thick. He doesn’t push in aggressively, but takes his time, almost like he wants to enjoy every single second. He kisses over your neck and chin as if the tenderness would make this situation any better. The truth was, you didn’t want him and you didn’t want this. At first you were attracted to him, but now knowing what a crazy animal he is, you have no desire to be near him whatsoever.

With his own hands, he adjusts your body and hips, securing your legs over his waist in order to press himself deeper. Slowly he rolls his hips and settles himself to the hilt. The feeling overwhelms him, the sensation of finally filling you making him dizzy. He doesn’t take advantage of you, no, that wasn’t his style. You obviously wanted him, otherwise why would you have cum so many times, why would you be soaked and dripping just for him right now? You showed him as much when you did your dirty little dance for him. He had to let you know that your little display was unacceptable and that none of his dolls were allowed to be filthy sluts. This was just his way of teaching you that no one else was allowed to enjoy or even delight in the temptation that is you. You’d learn really quickly what it meant to be his, or else.

Though you try to fight the feeling of pleasure slowly rising, it’s next to near impossible. Your body is already extremely sensitive and he knows this, using your momentarily vulnerability to his advantage. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers tug at your nipples, teeth nip over your skin, and fingers stroke over your clit perfectly. Surprisingly he’s more gentle than you expect. Your traitorous body begins to accept the touch, your skin already prickling and orgasm on the verge of assaulting you.

“That’s it my pretty darling. I always knew you’d give yourself to me like this. Are you going to cum all over my dick--make me the happiest man on this earth? I’ve been waiting for so long. Show me how sorry you are for being such a dirty whore.”

His words press upon your neck leaving a permanent mark on you, solidifying his possession. You want to say no--scream at him to get off of you and die, but his fingers work faster, and before you know it, you’re screaming out your orgasm instead. It’s incredibly potent, the last few hours of edging and teasing only serving to shatter you entirely. Before you can come back down to earth, his thrusts become sloppy and desperate, and within seconds, he emptying himself completely, and dropping down to the side of you heaving and huffing.

“Fuck!” He doesn’t remember the last time he came so hard, and the other girls most certainly never got him so worked up. You were more than he ever dreamed he’d have. There was no way he would let you go.

It only takes you a moment to catch your breath before the realization of time slowing down hits you. If not now, then when? While Jin lays back catching his breath, you jolt up off the bed running to the dresser. As soon as the needle is in your hand, you turn to attack and find that he’s already made it halfway off the mattress--one leg on the bed and the other on the floor.

“___, my love. What do you think you’re doing?”

The sound of his voice is like nails on a chalkboard and the fear coursing through you makes you feel slightly weak. You fight the desire to fall to the ground in a pathetic heap, now focused on the adrenaline driving you.

“Fuck you! I won’t be your little puppet anymore you sick fuck!”

You pace carefully, keeping your back close to the exit hoping the door isn’t locked. Jin continues moving off the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements. Your body is on high alert, anything he does or says your complete focus.

“Don’t you fucking move! Don’t you dare. I’m leaving. Let me the fuck out!”

For some reason Jin knows you mean every word, and not wanting you to hurt yourself, he complies, pressing the button by his bedside table. You hear the bolts unlock, the sound music to your ears. You begin to cry knowing the possibility of escape is so close. Your chest rocks with the heaves you can barely contain. You walk backwards, careful not to trip. When your hand comes in contact with the doorknob, you twist it open, needle still in hand and pointed at Jin.

Temporarily distracted with your freedom, you miss it when Jin runs forward to grab you. You scream and fall to the ground with him. Clawing at whatever you can, you press your fingers into his eyes, skin, and face. You don’t know where the needle has gone, the entire scuffle causing it to fall from your hand. Although Jin is strong, at the moment your will to live is stronger. You can feel him struggling to control you and when he tries to pin you down, you almost break down at the possibility of defeat, but the flash of the drug you need to knock this demon down catches your eyes. You reach out successfully grabbing it. It only takes a moment, but you manage to free a bit of your arms and jab the needle right into his neck. Pressing the plunger down, you inject him full of the drug he used on you not days ago. You hope it’ll have the same effect on him as it did you--leave him sick and so out of it he can’t even move.

Jin feels the moment it penetrates his skin and reaches for it with weak hands. Pulling it out, he works to focus his eyes, the surprise written all over his face. “How could you?”

He freezes and then drops right on top of your body heavily. The weight is too much, but with the little strength you have left, you push him off of you, exhaling feebly. There is no doubt of how much you wish to remain on the floor resting, the entire day’s events rendering you a pathetic excuse of a woman, but there is no time for it. Attempting to right yourself, you stand to your feet, eyes never leaving the lifeless body on the floor. You don’t think he’s dead, or at least you don't know, but there was no time to dwell on any of that. You make it to the door you managed to open earlier and walk out into a dimly lit hall. There is no way of knowing what time it is, but based on the food you got earlier, you would say it had to be mid afternoon.

As quiet as a mouse you tiptoe down the long path and end up at a bend that leads you to a large room. The windows seem to be darkened by thick curtains so it makes it hard for you to see where you are going. It’s not like you remember seeing any of this when the entire time you’ve been his captive he had you drugged. Grabbing a throw you see laying over the couch, you wrap it over your body as best as you can. Using your instincts, you walk toward an area you hope might have an exit, and with luck on your side you find an elevator. You call for it, fear curdling in your belly. If someone were to find you now you’d be unable to fight them off. The ding of it’s arrival stops your heart, and when the doors open, you release the breath you were holding, happy that it’s empty.

You choose the first floor and end up coming upon a large kitchen. The silence is eerie and it feels as if someone will pop out on you at any moment. Walking a little further you find a large door and what appears to be your salvation. You unlock the door and turn the knob not expecting the loud sound of a blaring alarm. You don’t wait to see who will show up now that your absence was announced.

You run out into the light of the day, the brightness from the sun above blinding you. None of this stops you, however. You walk into the yard realizing that this part of the house looked completely normal, almost like it was just a normal home in a suburban community. Your body gives you one last boost enabling you to run and unlock the wooden fence at the end of the opening. Just as you walk out you hear someone calling your name, but it was too late. You don’t bother turning back, certain that one of Jin’s staff probably realized you escaped. With freedom literally within your grasp, you manage to walk a few steps before hearing several gasps and then children before falling to the ground with a hard thud.

Sitting at your desk, you watch the cursor mindlessly, your thoughts straying to a memory you’ve been working hard to forget. In a few hours you’d be meeting with your therapist, someone who’s been able to get you through the past four years of life. You can’t help but feel small, especially on a day like today--the anniversary of when it all went down.

“____, you okay?”

You turn to your left to find your friend Taehyung who somehow managed to creep his way into your heart. His sweet demeanor and soft exterior made you think of him as a teddy bear, and that is exactly what he was when he knew you needed a hug.

“Yea. I’m good.” You smile at him to assure him, but the truth is, he had no idea. None of your co-workers did. After everything that happened, it took you a year to even begin a new life. You were so afraid to socialize, and meeting new people had your red flags waving every single time. With time, you slowly learned to let some people in and enter society once again.

The day you escaped, you barely made it a few steps out of Jin’s backyard before collapsing in front of a family who was having a barbecue outside of their garage. They immediately called the police and within hours Jin had been arrested and all of his properties and assets seized. As you lay in the hospital recovering, the district attorney took down the entire circus and interrogated every single person employed by Jin. Most of the workers were clueless, while a handful knew exactly what had been taking place for the last seven years in his godforsaken circus. You were not the first victim, but you had been the last. Although the authorities made it clear to you that your nightmare would be locked up for good, there was always that paranoia deep within--the one that made you look over your shoulder more than normal people, and lock every single door at night. You never opened your windows and you most certainly never went out alone.

“Okay good. Jimin and I were wondering if you wanted to go out with us tonight. He got some tickets to a show.”

It was cute how they always invited you knowing you were a loner, but it always felt like you were always the third wheel. “No, it’s okay. You take your lover to the show without me. I’ll be in the way.”

“Stop that, silly. You’re never in the way. Besides, Jimin got all these free tickets to the traveling circus and we have to get rid of them. Do you know anyone else that might want to come?”

You freeze, chest now constricted and heartbeat racing. It couldn’t be, Jin was put away, his circus was shut down...there was no way he was back…

“What did you s-say…”

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urgent matters (m) | ksj 🔞

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: m(18+); smut, cursing, alcohol consumption

genre: pwp basically, smut, a bit of fluff, dom sub dynamics (kinda), established relationship, just a tiny bit of humour cause I’m me

warnings: well it’s smut, brat tamer jin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, spit kink, choking, slight pain kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), seokjin is very harsh (but it’s all within consensual boundaries they discussed before this story), alcohol consumption (they’re not tipsy anymore when they get into it)

a/n: there’s nothing much to say and oh welp I had fun with this one. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 3.6k

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The night started well, you and your boyfriend went to have dinner with friends, then dinner became drinks, and before you knew it you were all just a bunch of tipsy happy fellows singing songs in the streets, unbothered by the confused stares from passersby.

The night was hot and humid, the current heat wave hitting its peak earlier in the day. There were barely any stars in the sky, though that didn’t deter you and Seokjin from trying to find the big dipper, hidden somewhere beneath the clouds.

The both of you wave your friends goodbye as you drop off the last of them to their house, leaving the both of you to walk home at a little past midnight. But you feel safe with Seokjin’s arm around your waist, pulling you so close you have to walk in a slightly awkward manner to try and keep up with his hurried steps.

“Jesus Jinnie why are you walking so damn fast,” You breathe out between fits of hysterical giggles.

What’s so funny? Who knows.

“I have urgent matters to attend to,” He deadpans, which only serves to send you into another loud fit of laughter.

“What urgent matters? I thought we were spending the night together,” You try to fight your smile in order to give him a slightly more convincing pout.

He stops in his tracks, though you’re now stading only a few feet away from your house’s driveway.

You send him a puzzled look, only then noticing the absolutely bewitching glint in his eyes, which sparks shivers up your spine and all the way up to your nape.

He flicks your nose playfully, taking the moment of inattention to grab your bum forcefully and tugging you closer.

You swiftly collide onto his chest, barely having enough time to put your hands forward, softening the blow. You feel the rhythm of his heart, the organ beating quickly beneath your palm and under his suit.

You look up into his onyx eyes, straining your neck in the process. 

You feel so small in his arms, under his imposing gaze. His demeanor is such a contrast with the man he is day to day, it’s thrilling. And no matter how many times you’ve seen this side of his personality, you’ll never get used to it.

“We are spending the night together, and you are the urgent matter I need to attend to,” He darkly chuckles, the sound making your blood rush south as soon as it reaches your ears.

He leisurely dips his head, gaze fixed onto your lips, like he’s got all the time in the world. It’s agonizingly slow, so much so that you almost let a whimper escape your throat as your patience wears thin.

His pillowy lips leave a featherlight touch onto yours and you inhale sharply in anticipation, tension building steadily at the pit of your stomach.

But suddenly, your feet aren’t on the ground anymore and you let out a yelp as Seokjin picks you up and swings you around like a ragdoll, your hips laying on top of his broad shoulders, his rear end now at eye level. 

He crosses the distance to your front door in quick strides, leaving a powerful slap on your ass as he does so. You giggle as you bounce around in his hold, the loud smack mixes with your laughter and echoes all throughout the quiet neighborhood.

As soon as he closes the door, he maneuvers you around and onto your feet, leaving you dizzy in the process. You barely have time to take in your surroundings before you’re pushed against the wall, a strong hand sneaking to your back in an attempt to soften the blow.

And it’s things like these that make you go absolutely mad for the man you share your life with. His strong aura and authoritative presence are absolutely enough to make you positively melt in his embrace, but it’s the security that comes with it that drives you over the edge.

Knowing that you may give him free rein on everything that goes on between the four walls of your bedroom, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe and taken care of, never pressured or uncomfortable. 

And if that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed, you don’t want to imagine what could top it.

You register a hand crawling up the side of your body, up to your cheek, and a thumb, softly tugging at your bottom lip.

“Open up baby,” He grunts, his voice dipping an octave lower. 

You feel heat lodging itself onto your cheeks, completely unrelated to the ongoing heatwave, as Seokjin tantalizingly latches onto your lip, dragging his teeth onto the soft flesh before releasing it with a slight popping sound.

That’s all it takes really, to make you go absolutely wild.

You press against his body, draping your arms over his shoulders in an effort to stabilize yourself as you voraciously attack his plump flesh, relishing in the small moan that escapes him as you do. 

Your mind is absolutely gone, lost in a Seokjin-induced haze, you have no complaints.

He earnestly rolls his hips against your core, hissing at the friction as if deliciously burned by an all consuming fire, and you can’t help the needy sob that pushes through your throat and into your lover’s mouth, instantly swallowed by his insatiable hunger. 

He swiftly picks you up with both of his hands, your dress hiking up to your hips as he grips your thighs fiercely, sure to leave bruises in their wake. You all but mewl as he stabilizes you, digging his nails into your skin and heads toward what you imagine to be your bedroom, too preoccupied by his mouth leaving harsh kisses onto yours to really care.

You feel the soft linen fabric caress your skin as he gently lays you down on the bed, breaking away from your hold, but not before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, only fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

You stare at him unashamedly through half-shut eyes, like mesmerized, in a trance of some sort.

He swiftly shrugs his blazer off, then tantalizingly unbuttons his light blue shirt, a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he proceeds to tug down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion, his erection hitting his stomach as he does.

You almost salivate at the sight that awaits you, a toned chest, slightly defined abs and a happy trail that leads all the way down to his thick length.

Seokjin slaps your thigh and sends you a stern look that makes you jolt on the spot, like an electrical shock coursing through you, unrestrained. You whimper loudly, which earns you a low groan.

“Get up, take this pretty dress off,” He demands in such an authoritative tone that you tremble in excitement. 

You hurriedly comply, tugging your dress off as quickly as you possibly can considering the tremor in your hands, or in your whole body, truthfully.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praises while gripping your waist and tugging you closer, tearing a high pitched whine straight from your chest.

He dips down to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Then he heads a little lower, to your collarbones, leaving a map of purple bruises in his trail. You shake uncontrollably, going absolutely lax in his strong hold as soft airy whimpers slip past your parted lips.

He unhooks your bra with one hand, the impressive feat amazing you each and every time, and slides it off your arms while you can only comply, already way too gone to do anything but. 

He cradles your breast with one hand, the other steadily holding your waist, and latches his mouth onto your right nipple, scraping it with his teeth ardently, like a man on a mission. 

And truthfully, mission accomplished. You find yourself a shuddering mess under his ministrations, gripping a fistful of his hair to try and ground yourself a bit. It’s no use, not when he’s so hungrily devouring you like a five course meal. 

Then he proceeds to your left nub, giving it the same treatment as the other one, the man never did like favoritism. 

You involuntarily tug on his hair, which forces an absolutely filthy hiss past his lips, the sound like music to your ears.

He lifts his head up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging so harshly that your head throws back due to the sheer force of his pull. You meet his dark pools who lustfully bore into your own, promises of filth swimming through their obsidian orbs. 

He forcefully grabs your chin, making you gasp as he does, and takes advantage of the moment, placing the tip of his thumb through your parted lips, your eyes widen in sheer surprise at the intrusion. 

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re so beautiful like this baby.” He dips his thumb further into your mouth and moves closer, his breath now hitting your ear.

He looks downright dangerous, a dominating glint in his eyes and you can only nod, too aroused to get any coherent words out.

“You’ll be good for me yeah? You’re gonna take what I give you mmh?” He tightens his grip on your chin, making you wince in blissful pain.

“Gonna wreck you so bad and you’ll take it all like a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me baby?” He all but groans into your ear, setting another spark of shiver through your spine.

You nod weakly as you lick at his thumb.

He takes his finger out and softly pats your cheek.

“Answer me baby,” He gently demands, caressing your hip in soothing circular motions.

“Yes, please I-” You unashamedly beg, that’s all you can do now, completely under his spell.

“Shhh,” He soothes, softly caressing your cheek with his hand.

He slowly backs up, peering into your eyes with such an adoring expression that it tugs viciously at your heartstrings, overwhelming you with emotions.

You drape your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss that has you seeing fireworks. A kiss that feels like the first time, though there’s been thousands of these instances by now. 

His tongue and yours move in unison as he lavishes you in soft and languid strokes, each of them like a confession of pure and unconditional love. And you lap it up greedily, just as he does.

You barely notice when he lays you on top of the bed, being careful not to drop you too suddenly. He doesn’t break the scorching touch of his swollen lips on yours, not even for a second.

And when he does so, it’s only to trail down with featherlight kisses all the way down to your undergarments, spreading your legs wider and using his teeth to tug them off, leaving you completely bare for his eyes, and his eyes only.

He trails back all the way up to your inner thighs, showering your legs with a myriad of kisses as you can barely think anymore past the fog, shaking furiously under his ministrations. But his soothing caresses lets you know you’re safe and secure, always.

You arch your back as soon as the heat of his mouth brushes where you had been wanting him the most, the touch fueling a fire so bright, deep within your guts, that you think it could burn a whole city to the ground. 

He sucks and leaves tantalizing licks onto your sweet spot, looking straight into your eyes as he does so, hair sticking onto his forehead as sweat trickles down his face, the sight absolutely unholy and you’d willingly go to hell if it meant you’d get to see it over and over again.

You don’t need to tell him anything because he knows exactly what to do, your whimpery moans clearly indicating you’re in absolute sinful bliss, which only spurs him further on. 

“God I missed that sweet cunt, could have it for breakfast everyday,” He rumbles against you, his words sending your mind into a frenzy and the vibrations making you cry out a strangled sob.

You feel your gut tightening, indicating with certainty that your high is fastly approaching, you whimper in pure ecstasy, the sweet pain of it all too much to keep it at bay. 

And that’s exactly when Seokjin decides to leave one last stroke of his tongue on your core and come back up at eye level with you.

“Jin,” You sob out in frustration, the pain of your orgasm being denied making you close your eyes in blissful agony.

“Look at me baby,” He commands, gripping the side of your face forcefully. Your eyes snap open, and you feel tremors all throughout your body at the absolutely arousing look of pure need in his eyes.

A tear escapes your eyes, the tension between the both of you becoming unbearable. You need something, anything, now. 

“Good,” He smirks.

“Baby please, do something,” You plead, the high pitched sound so foreign to you that you don't even recognize your voice.

His smirk grows wider and you notice how his pupils are utterly blown, you almost purr at the sight.

“Yeah?” He teases cockily, making you lose your damn mind in the process.

“Please, please,” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply throws his head back.

“God you’re amazing,” He lowly groans, sliding his hand to your neck and squeezing it tightly.

You feel his other hand spreading your thighs further apart and you open your eyes, focused on his movements, taking short, ragged, shallow breaths as anticipation builds at the base of your stomach.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, groaning as you swirl your tongue and suck around the digits, leaving them coated in saliva. He then brings that same hand to his length, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing slightly as he tries to breach it.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He hisses, the muscles of his neck straining.

And it’s always slow at first, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s so fucking big that it takes time for your walls to accommodate to his size, it hurts and burns so good that your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a guttural moan.

When he bottoms out, hips flushed straight against your own, there’s not an ounce of control left to be found in your whole body, you hand it all out to him as a soft shaky plea leaves your parted lips. 

“Please,” 

“Just- fuck just give me a second okay,” He heaves out through gritted teeth, dragging his hand down to your stomach, where a noticeable bulge is protruding. 

And that, might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

When he starts moving, it’s only to quickly pick up an unrelenting pace spurring a myriad of curses and whimpers out of your wrecked throat. You circle your legs around his waist to gain a sense of stability amid the storm of sensations raging inside your whole body.

“Open your eyes,” He rasps, bringing his hand back to your throat and squeezing incredibly hard, cutting off your air supply as he does. 

You peer into his dark blown gaze and almost fall over the edge right on the spot. 

“Good girl. Now open up for me” He praises as he slams into you in quick sharp rolls of his hips.

And you obey immediately, head spinning from the lack of air getting into your lungs, the burn only making you that much more aroused. 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips before he spits into your wide open mouth, your gut tightening instantly at his actions. He lets go of your throat as you swallow, almost choking as air gets into your airways, your head spinning in pure pleasure at the sensation.

He rams into you in record strength, forcibly gripping your breast in both his hands before bringing one of them down to your bundle of nerves, drawing circles on it in quick, soft blissful motions. 

A series of quick sharp whines leave your lips as you jerk in place, your knees buckling, your high fast approaching. 

“Seokjin!” You strangle out as you feel the familiar warmth enveloping you, your back arching beautifully for the man driving you over the edge of a free falling cliff.

“Let go for me baby,” He keens into your ear, quickly dragging his length against your walls in unbridled passion.

Your orgasm crashes onto you in waves, the first wave being the most powerful you’ve ever experienced. You convulse uncontrollably around him, squeezing his arm as tightly as you can as you let your high wash over you in blinding pleasure.

You slowly come back down, feeling absolutely lax in your lover’s arms. He soothingly caresses your face, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear to help you descend from the heights of pleasure you’ve just experienced. 

He’s still rolling his hips into you, in long languid motions, coaxing out your orgasm to the last shred of it. You bring your hand up to his neck, crashing your lips onto his in a dazzling kiss that has you seeing stars against your shut eyelids.

You both kiss for a while, totally enraptured by each other as Seokjin continues his ministrations, making you mewl with each slap of his hips against your tender flesh.

You separate for air, forehead pressed together as your body shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts. 

“You ready baby? Do you want me to stop? ” He asks in a soothing tone, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head no and smile at him, already feeling your gut tightening again as his words register. 

“Alright,” He whispers against your lips before gently pecking them, the gesture so loving your heart swells in your chest.

Then he picks up his pace, slapping into you without mercy as wildfire burns inside you once again.

You cry tears of beautiful agony, your sobs coming out strained and pitiful. And he kisses you fervently, swallowing each and every one of them as his hips stutter against you, a telltale sign that his orgasm is so close you can almost grasp it.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum baby,” He moans out, making you involuntarily tug the hair at the back of his head which earns you a sharp hiss.

He grabs your chin into his hand and brings his other one to your sensitive clit once again, swiping it in slow, drawn out motions with his thumb. You sob so hard you think you won’t be able to talk after this, your throat completely wrecked by it all.

You close your eyes as you feel another high building up in your stomach, brought on by harsh fast drags of his length against your bruised walls and unrelenting circular motions against your sweet spot. 

“Jin I’m close, baby-“ You choke out, throat so raw the sound of your voice ends up croaky and uneven. 

“Look at me,” He simply grunts, slapping into you even faster than before.

You snap your eyes open and you’re completely blindsided by your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, the look of pure love in his half-shut eyes making you come undone at the sight. 

You feel him stutter and release into you in warm spurts as he gives one last thrust, stilling against your hips in the process. You clench around him, milking out his orgasm as you do so.

Seokjin collapses onto you and it takes a few minutes for you both to come down from your highs, too fucked out to even speak.

“Babe please get off, I can’t breathe,” You playfully slap his shoulder.

“Are you saying I’m heavy,” He whines out, like a whole ass baby. Like he didn’t just fuck your brains out or something.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” You softly chuckle.

He groans but ultimately slides off of you, settling next to you. “That’s mean.”

“What’s mean is cutting off my air supply, you big baby,” You fondly say, stroking his hair as you do so.

He looks at you with wide googly eyes and reddened pouty lips before laying his head on your chest. 

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier,” He smirks, slapping your thigh in a playful manner.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the shy blush that creeps up your neck. “Stop it,” You giggle out.

You both talk for a while, chuckling at anything and everything that falls out of your mouths, completely blissed out and enamored with each other.

You both slowly feel sleepiness wash over you, excited by the promise of a goodnight’s sleep and a new day. 

Another day to fall even more in love with each other, another day to appreciate and annoy the other at the best of your capabilities. 

Seokjin is comfortably snuggled against you, head against your heartbeat, the rhythmic sound slowly lulling him to sleep. And you feel so much affection in your tiny heart, so much so that you feel it could burst out at any moment.

You lay a lingering kiss on his fluffy head of hair, which prompts a contented sigh out of him.

“I love you,” You whisper against him.

He hums quietly, which makes you giggle.

“I love you too,” He slurs out, on the brink of unconsciousness.

And you fall asleep like that, snuggled in each other’s embrace, ready for a new day to come.

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[7waystreet]

promotion | taejin

synopsis — it's a battle between you and your sexy coworker taehyung for that promotion at work, but the big question remains... can you secure it by seducing your handsome boss seokjin?

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, penetrative sex

word count — 2k

"Fuck... don't stop."

The way Seokjin's tongue keeps swirling around on your swollen clit is no doubt driving you insane, his plump lips teasingly giving it a soft kiss while his long fingers simultaneously pump straight into your heat, the fact that you're unashamedly sprawled on your boss's desk with legs wide open for him not at all a point of concern in that very moment. He starts contentedly humming as his squishy tongue licks up the juices that are beginning to flow out of you from the intense arousal, then smacking his lips together and pulling away when he feels your core clenching around his digits, your body now deeply craving that orgasmic release.

"Not yet."

Your breath falters when he kisses your thigh before standing back up on his feet, his sharp eyes piercing yours and refusing to look away while he starts to unbutton his black slacks and slowly pulls them down. As much as you wanna keep gazing into those inviting eyes, you can't help but look down at his throbbing cock now, your mouth instantly salivating and a tingling pinch stinging in your core at the thought of him entering you and stretching you out with his thick length. A gasp escapes you when Seokjin grips your hips with his hands, your dress riding far up as he slides you closer towards him at the edge of his desk, your chest firmly bumping into his while the smooth skin of his member presses into your stomach.

Your eyes roll back when he slips his tip in, your palms digging into those beautiful wide set shoulders when his cock gets fully nestled inside you. You're not even aware of your surroundings when Seokjin starts thrusting into you with a pang of excitement, his fluffy lips kissing yours with a hint of neediness while he tries to muffle out your unfiltered moans. It's crazy hot the way you've got your boss wrapped around your finger like this, his want for you stroking your ego as you've got the upper hand on everyone within your office. It's a blur when this secret affair with him started, your mind having lost the count of how many times Seokjin's undressed you for a quick lunch break, the orgasm you've both reached by the end of it filling your appetite way more than the cafeteria food ever could anyways.

"I can never get enough of this... Enough of you."

You barely hear him, the rush surging through your veins occupying you as he makes you cum in no time, his own breath increasingly shaky in your ear before he releases his load into the condom with a soft grunt. He kisses your cheek as he pulls out, swiftly getting rid of the evidence by unrolling the rubber off and disposing it in the trashcan while you still sit on his desk and catch your severed breath. But a sharp pain rips through your chest now when your gaze focuses on something shiny on the ceiling.

"Jin... the security camera... that wasn't there before! Oh God!"

Seokjin snaps around to see you flop down from his desk and quickly lift your panties back up underneath your skirt, your face twisting in paranoia and confusion when you see him chuckling and gently shaking his head, his arm now stretched out towards you which you hold before he pulls you onto his wide set chest.

"They installed it this morning. Part of the new security protocol. But don't worry, I'm pretty sure they are activating the cameras starting tomorrow."

"Oh... so we'll have to stop doing all of this in here then?"

"Yes. But that's why I wanna invite you to my place this weekend."

You're trying your best to wipe the grin off of your face when you leave his office a few mins later, the thought of going over to Seokjin's house a big step since he's introducing you to his personal life outside of work. You obviously aren't dating him because that would go against the office policy and you could be at a risk of losing your job, but you still like whatever's going on hidden between the two of you as Seokjin's nothing short of dreamy. The sweet happiness within you shortly shatters though as you now hear someone yell out your name from across your cubicle.

"What's gotten you so smiley? Day dreaming about getting my promotion?"

The devil works hard but Kim Taehyung works even harder, not only at his position at the office but also at getting you frustrated by his words and sheer presence. You can't believe you had a fat crush on him when you'd both started working together somehow on the same date last year, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't still have sexual fantasies about him here and there, especially when your brain's extra fried from working overtime with him late into the nights. You'd quickly realized how the sexy boy, whose also a huge flirt, is majorly cutthroat and selfish at the office, ruthlessly aiming for that promotion that's promised to only one associate this year.

"I don't need to day dream about shit that's guaranteed gonna be mine."

Taehyung hisses at your blunt remark, right before breaking out into his annoyingly cute boxy smile, mockingly shaking his head as he buries his face back into the paperwork out in front of him. You can't help but roll your eyes at him and sit back down in your seat, a smile now creeping up on your lip since only 𝘺𝘰𝘶 know Seokjin's already promised you the promotion.

And just like that, you're announced the senior associate the next day, the hoards of colleagues stopping by your desk to congratulate you pissing Taehyung off by the second, the satisfaction of seeing his face so busted being the cherry on top of your stellar achievement. A part of you knows Taehyung probably deserves this promotion more than you based on his perfect track record at work, but there is a thing such as office politics in the real world and you're a player out in the field ready to snatch what's yours.

"You gonna join us for some cake to celebrate my promotion, Tae?"

It's like mercilessly rubbing salt on his wound, your lips pressing together to hide your obvious smile as you cheekily ask him to accompany you and your colleagues out to lunch, Taehyung's mean eyes shooting daggers at you while he sits still in his chair openly fuming in a bubble of anger.

"No. I have more important things to do."

Without taking another look at him, you turn your back around and strut away in victory, but when you're back at your desk an hour later though, you notice Taehyung is suspiciously looking a little too happy.

"You excited to spend another late night with me? Mr. Kim just dropped a huge assignment on us. Check your email."

It's true, Seokjin did put you and Taehyung on an unexpected new task on short notice, and you're slightly irritated right now as you keep going over the email at your desk. For one, you didn't expect to work late the day you get promoted, and the other thing bothering you being how Taehyung appears oh so cheery about all of this. He's never outright been rude to you, but the way he's got that mischievous look in his eyes as he stares you down from behind his cubicle is quite unnerving.

Before you know it, it's already nighttime, the flow of people filtering out of the office now, leaving just you and Taehyung alone at your little corner. You can't tell if Seokjin's left yet since his room is on the other side of the floor, but before you can try to sneak a peak by ducking your head into the hallway, you hear an obnoxious knock on your table.

"Ready to get started?"

"Alright. I'll go make copies of the documents."

Wanting to get away from Taehyung's unusual giggles, you keep it short and stand up to walk over to the printer room. It isn't until you're done making all the copies when the door to the room suddenly creeps open, Taehyung's tall body sneaking in and then shutting the door closed.

"Wanna know what I found out today, (y/n)? You see, Jungkook from the security team is quite easy to persuade if you slip him some cash."

Not understanding the meaning behind his words, you throw Taehyung a dumfounded look like he's uttering rubbish, but your breath shakes a bit when he takes a few steps closer towards you until your bodies are just an inch away from each other in the already crammed room, his soft breath exhaling out on your nose before he speaks again with an air of pompousness.

"I know you're fucking Mr. Kim. I have the video footage for proof."

It's like your world collapses within a snap of a finger, your entire body freezing in shock after hearing Taehyung's confession. He's biting his bottom lip and smirking at you as your eyes grow wide in panic, the tables completely turned now as he's enjoying the miserable look on your face like how you were doing earlier in the day. You have to act on your feet, your career too precious to be ruined over this big scandal.

"Li- Listen... I'm- I'm sorry for the way I treated you today. I don't know what you want, but please just don't destroy my life because of this."

"The only thing I want is that promotion, and you're gonna get me it."

"Look, I can't just give you my position. How about I convince Jin- I mean Mr. Kim to promote you too?"

"I won't look better than you then. I need something else. I want more."

"What the hell more do you want?"

"Well... I did watch the entire footage of you and Mr. Kim... So, try me now. And shut the fuck up, I notice the way you look at me at times."

You've opened your mouth to retaliate but he hushes you up before you've even uttered any words, his handsome face slowly leaning into yours as a shiver runs down your spine. You should be stopping Taehyung and pushing him away but your own body betrays you, your lips naturally molding with his soft ones while your arms magnetically wrap around his neck when he kisses you. There's barely any space in the tiny printer room, his body pushing yours into the wall behind you, the sounds of both of your heavy breathing mixed with the smooching filling the place up, magnifying the lust growing within you.

Taehyung's hand slowly slides down, now tucking underneath your thigh and lifting your leg up to hook it around his slim waist, his palm hotly rubbing your exposed skin as your skirt keeps shrinking by the minute. He harshly bites your lip down to the point where you gasp out loud, his tongue then licking your wounded skin up as if he cares. You don't know why you find it so fucking attractive, the way he's pressing his hardening cock into you a turn on as he keeps holding your leg up with one hand. He grunts when you run your fingers through his long hair and pull it by the roots, letting him feel a sharp pain too which only turns him on more as the pace at which he's making out with you gets even faster. You moan while his palm slides down to your heat, his fingers fighting past your panties that are stuck to your wetness, those dainty digits entering you in a way that takes your breath away.

"Ahem."

A deepening panic now consumes both you and Taehyung, your widened eyes meeting one another after your lips separate and your heads instantly snap towards the sound of Seokjin's voice by the door.

"You're both fired."

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[here4kpopfics]

Moaning On Stream

Pairing: Gamer!Seokjin x reader

Genre: smut, humor, a literal dash of fluff

AU: Established Relationship. 

Wordcount: 2,330

Summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something else... 

Warnings: Language. Oral (M receiving). Is gagging a warning? Allusions to oral (f. receiving) and other sexual acts.

Rating: M / 18+

AN: We all saw it. We all heard it. Why Jin decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on vlive while giving us a very good idea of how he sounds in bed is beyond me. But I am forever thankful for him doing it. Thank you to the beautiful @btsgotjams27​ for beta-reading my quick moment of weakness. Sorry for the horrific last minute header. Just needed to include that face.

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

Masterlist

You just want to sleep in a little bit longer. You had a long day yesterday, a great day actually, but a long day nonetheless. And all you want to do is sleep past nine in the morning, lounge around a bit with your boyfriend, and maybe have brunch later. After that, you can be a grown-up and focus on your responsibilities. 

But it’s eight am and you’re abruptly woken up by obnoxious screaming coming from the room over. You throw one of the firmer pillows at it, hoping your boyfriend would hear the light thump and take it as a warning. But the pillow barely hits. You roll onto your stomach, shoving your pillow over your head, and let your anger out into the mattress. 

You grab your phone to make sure he’s actually streaming before busting in there half-naked to yell at him. He is, which means you have to wait to unleash violence. You let the stream play, watching him play the game you showed him yesterday. He’s not good at it, hence the yelling. He’s trying to form actual sentences and have a real conversation with his audience, but every time, his sentences are interrupted by him chanting “hup hup hup” among other phrases. The problem comes when he’s almost at the top of an area and he moans. Fully moans on stream. And suddenly you’re wide awake and no longer angry. What on earth is he doing moaning on his stream?!

You give it another twenty minutes until he screams at the top of his lungs again, moaning out “stop stop stop, please stop,” as his character falls to the very beginning of the game. You throw the blankets off your body and bring your phone with you as you stomp off to his office, quietly opening the door so the mic doesn’t pick up any clue that he’s not alone. While you’re trying to be subtle about your entry, Jin couldn’t be more obvious as his head lifts to meet your eyes, a little panicked. He turns back to the game, actively not swinging the hammer correctly so his character falls again, and he gets up in feigned anger, muting the stream as he leaves the camera frame. 

“Jagi, what are you doing here? I’m streaming.” He lightly gestures to his desk as if you were an oblivious fool. 

“I was sleeping. Because it’s eight in the morning.” Your eyes narrow at him. “And I’m well aware of you streaming in your pajamas and moaning on stream, Jin.” 

“I’m not moaning!”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been doing it for half an hour.”

“I didn’t moan though? I’m just angry, this game is hard.”

You roll your eyes “Which is why I told you you shouldn’t play it.” You move to sit on the couch in his office that’s off camera. You bring his stream back up on your phone, silencing it. “Moan again, and watch what happens.” You send him a threatening glare and he moves back to his desk, confused. 

He resumes the stream saying he just needed to “walk off the frustration so I don’t swear on stream”. You roll your eyes, you know his fanbase would lose their minds if he said any bad words. But he made the decision to be “family-friendly” and you were about to test how family-friendly he could be as soon as he moans again in 

3…

2…

1…

“Ooohhhh! Why why why why?! Wha ahhhhhhhh,” He screams, spewing various words of frustration at mach 7. You roll your eyes. That’s literally how you sound when you come. You argue with Jin in your mind. You noticed the delay between real-time and the stream time is only like two or three seconds. You get up, sighing and ignoring Jin’s glance at you as you stand behind his camera, phone still in hand. You finally lift your eyes to meet his wide eyes and smirk as you drop down to your hands and knees, crawling underneath his desk. He knows what’s about to happen and instinctively scoots his chair forward, and brings it down a little so nothing can be seen on camera. 

You sit on your knees and shins, feet tucked under your ass that’s only protected by your boyfriend’s boxer briefs that you stole. You wait for him to resume his stream, setting your phone down on the floor next to you so you can see him on stream, talking with his viewers and trying to get through the game, waiting for him to fail. As you wait, you slowly run your hands up his legs and back down, every time you go up, you get closer to his thighs. Once you finally reach the meatiest part of them, he quickly spreads his legs for you. He shifts in his seat as if he’s asking you to get on with it. You respond by digging your nails into his thighs through his pajama pants. He groans, forcing his character down the hill again at the same time to cover up what was really happening. 

The second you hear him start to chant about the game again, and you see his character begin to fall, and this time because he actually fucked up, your hand reaches forward and palms him roughly. He lets out a moan between his angry chants and you have to resist the urge to laugh because it’s the same fucking noise he made earlier. You’re literally letting the world know what you sound like when we fuck. 

You resume your massaging of his bulge, watching for specific moments in his gameplay to really tease him by pressing harder or tugging gently. Once you feel him growing beneath the layers of clothing, you decide to go a little easier, tapping his hip to signal to him he needs to remove his pants and underwear. He looks over at his other monitor and turns off his camera and mutes his mic. He waits until his stream just shows his gameplay footage and he sees his viewers spamming F in the chat. Once it’s confirmed the camera is off, he quickly backs up the chair so he can lift his hips for you to tug both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. 

“You’re going to get me in trouble, jagi,” he quickly whispers angrily at you, but you don’t care. 

You shrug up at him. “Then don’t moan again. Don’t make a sound except for talking to your chat. Should be easy.” He gawks at you, unsure if he should put a stop to this. But he’s already hard and your mouth is heaven. You lightly tap his leg, “I think your viewers are starting to leave though. Should get back to it, babe.” 

He springs forward, scooting his chair back into position under the desk and turning his camera and mic back on, making sure to turn the mic sensitivity down as well so it doesn’t catch too much noise.

“Oh, sorry sorry. I don’t know what happened there. The webcam went down and then the mic. Weird stuff. Seems to be working again now, so let’s get back to it.” He trails off, getting back into streamer mode but keeping in the back of his mind that at any moment you’re going to torture him. 

You only have so much patience when it comes to teasing Jin and when it comes to wanting to satisfy him at every moment possible. So you wait only two minutes until you see him get close to the highest part of the game he had gotten to previously. That’s when you decide you can’t wait anymore and gently wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You felt it twitch as well as his entire body do a small jolt. You wait for him to resume, and when he does you slowly twist your hand up his perfect but still growing length, pressing your thumb against his tip. 

For the most part, the man you love and love to tease is doing just fine. Actually, he’s doing better at the game because he’s putting all his focus into it and not on your hand’s actions. That won’t do. You pull yourself up enough that your head is a little squished between the chair, his thighs, and the desk above you. But it’s the perfect amount of room to form enough spit, lay your tongue flat against his base, and lick straight up, ending with the tip of your tongue kitten licking his tip. 

That’s when you know you’re winning. A small, very faint, groan escapes Jin. He tries to pass it off as being frustrated by the mouse not being at the right sensitivity settings for it. You smile, bringing your hand down to massage his balls as you wrap your mouth around his tip, lightly sucking, licking up the precum that is slowly leaking out. You can hear his breathing get a little harder and since the game only requires the mouse and nothing more, his free hand reaches on the table to twist into your hair with his fingers, gripping and slightly pushing your head down. 

You go with his ask, easing your head down to try to take as much of him down your throat. His hips jerk up accidentally, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat which causes you to gag and pull off him only a little as your head hits the underside of the desk. You desperately try to keep quiet and suffer in silence while he prattles on about accidentally hitting his knee. He tries to casually hand you his water bottle, but you push it away, swallowing one last time before getting back to it. You relax your throat enough that you can bring him past your gag reflex and your nose is pressed against his pelvis. 

His free hand returns to your hair, a more gentle hold on it as he’s using it more as a precautionary tactic to prevent you from hitting your head again. His grip tightens only slightly when you start to swallow, your throat clenching around the tip and quietly gagging around him. His cock twitches slightly and you know he’s close so you almost pull off him all the way, leaving your mouth open to allow your saliva and his precum to drip down his cock, balls, and slide down to his chair. Giving yourself a second to breathe, you grip both of his thighs, getting into a better position on your knees before you begin bobbing your head up and down, using Jin’s hand as a guide of how high up you can go without making too much noise. 

Jin, however, is making plenty of noise. Which should concern you. Why is he moaning loudly, whispering things like “Jagi -ah. Ah- just…just like that. Fuck.” on his stream? Again, you should be concerned. But your desire to please your boyfriend outweighs any rational thinking sometimes so you go for deeper bobs, hesitating at the base to swallow around him. 

“Jagi, please. I’m going to come. Where? Where?” Instead of responding, you cease the bobbing and wrap your lips around him, sucking like your life depends on it until he lets out a loud high pitched moan like you heard earlier immediately followed by his cock pulsing in your mouth, shooting spurts of his hot white cream down your throat. You swallow immediately, not wanting a single drop to go to waste, and clean him up with your tongue. It’s only once you feel he’s cleaned up that you realize he was a moaning mess on stream. You look at your phone to see This Stream Has Ended. You crawl out from under the desk, glancing up at his computer to confirm that he did, in fact, end the stream at some point.

“Ya! That wasn’t part of the deal!” You yell from the floor, smacking his thigh. 

“I wasn’t going to make it! I admitted defeat! I had to end it before we became one of those couples that make porn together!” He shouts back, rubbing over where you just smacked. 

You stay seated on the ground, arms crossed, and pouting. That is until you realize he said he admitted defeat. “So you’re saying you lost? You’re a loser?” you quirk an eyebrow up at him. 

He slowly nods, “Yeah…I guess so?”

“Great! You owe me for not being quiet and you owe me for not following through with the deal!” You jump up excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him off his chair that’s a little sticky now. But that’s a later problem. You make him step out of his pants as you lead him out of the room.

You drag him back to your bedroom, kissing him with everything you’ve got until he pulls away. “Wait wait wait. What are we doing? What do I owe you?” he slightly panics as you unbutton his pajama shirt and push him back on the bed, urging him to slide farther up as you remove your underwear. 

“First, for failing to not make a noise, I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come twice.” You announce with a big smile, crawling on top of him and straddling his chest. “Then, you’re going to make me a delicious brunch because I’m starving after sucking your dick. Sound good and fair, loser?” You lean forward, squishing his cheeks in one hand and giving his big pouty lips a light kiss. He nods. “No, babe. You need to say it. You lost.”

“I lost, you won. Two orgasms and brunch, coming up.” You both laugh, lips pressing back together one more time before you move to line your hips up to his face. His big hands are holding onto your thighs as you lower yourself down to him, grinning. 

“Get to work, baby.”

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[loving-jin]

Hello! I decided to write this Jin drabble as I'm going through a tough period of my life! It's the first one I write and I hope it's alright! I hope yall enjoy!:)

Pairing: idol!seokjin x yn (female) Summary: finally after months your boyfriend has his day off and he wants nothing but to have a lazy day with you Warnings: none! just fluff Words: 584 All rights reserved, please don't copy

Your eyes flickered due to the light that peaked through the curtains making you stir and wake up. You were always a light sleeper, even the slightest sound or light could wake you up. You almost cursed at the thought it'd happened again, recalling all the past days that you'd end up unable to function due to the lack of sleep. But this time something was different. Rubbing your eyes a bit, you couldn't help but form a smile to the familiar bundle that was resting next to you at his side of the bed. Seokjin was home.

Even though you had received a text of his a day prior, notifying you he'd be home for the day, it still felt like a dream. Jin was definitely having a really hard time taking into account the countless promotions he had to do and the events he had to participate at, for his new songs. So he was more than just persuative to his manager for claiming his well-deserved day off. There was nothing else on his mind but to spend it with you, his girlfriend of one year already, on your shared apartment, doing nothing. It was no secret that Jin had his introverted days in which he just wanted to collect himself in peace. And as he liked to say, you were his peace.

There he was then, his arms sprayed around the bed, but still tucked under the blanket, a habit Jin had since he was little. His face was squished against the pillow, making his cheeks you loved so much stick out more. His hair messy but yet perfect in their own way, revealing a good-night's sleep. His lips were slightly parted, a soft snore leaving them. You smiled in adoration pushing some hair out of his face delicately. The motion must have alarmed him because a smile was carved on his face, letting himself accept your caress. "Babe? Did I wake you up?" you whispered slightly worried. "Is this a dream again? Do I have to wake up soon?" Jin hummed causing you to chuckle as he stretched out his arms for you to get under.

"No" you giggled settling yourself on his chest, allowing his arms to wrap themselves around you, keeping you close to him. "Did something wake you up again?" you could feel his heartbeat on your ear. something that relaxed you, made you feel like home. "Mhm" you replied lazily closing your eyes shut. This, this was what you wanted and nothing more. A day in which you both wouldn't have to depend on phones or clocks, in which you could even spend the entire day in bed if you wanted to. "Jin" you broke the silence looking up, "do you know how much I love you?". The question caught him off guard as he returned the look to you. "Hm, I think" he pretended to think, earning an annoyed look from you. "I'm kidding love". "More than anyone" you frowned to show your determination. "Not more than me" Jin gave you a loving smile before peppering your face with kisses.

Laughter and squealing filled the room and it was Jin's favorite sound. He was a singer and a musician but he could identify this sound over anything. And he'd pick it over anything. Jin was right that day. You indeed didn't know how much he loved you. But you would find out two months later as he'd get down on one knee and ask you to marry him during your annual summer trip. Or when he'd guide your sons to the playground. And that wouldn't even be enough to describe it.

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[roxyjean82btsoneshots]

Reunited

Reunited ✏️Jin x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 708 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: cursing, make out session in the back of car with fingering, intercourse, exhibitionism ⚠️

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"They should be out in a few minutes," the driver told you, prompting you to look up from your phone.

"Thank you." You stepped out of the van and watched a group make their way out of the airport. You recognize many of them, but the one you were looking for was in the middle of them.

It’d been a few months since you had last seen him in person. But they were back in the US for their tour. Many people told you that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work, especially one with an idol. You two have made it work for the past few years.

Jin looked at you from under the brim of his hat and gave you a sly smile as he exited the airport. His eyes never left you as he made his way to you.

"I've missed you so much." He said as he picked you up, squeezing a squeal of delight from you. He placed your feet back on the ground and grabbed your hand as he entered the van.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as he pulled you into the back seat.

"Y/n, I haven't been able to touch you in months." He hung his coat over the middle seats blocking the view of the driver and bodyguard upfront, "I want as much alone time as I can get with you."

Jin kissed you as he slowly laid you down on the seat. Sweet tender kisses that grew more heated the longer your lips were connected.

"Jin, what if they hear us?" You whispered as his lips moved to your neck.

"They won't be able to if you aren't too loud." He smiled as he started to undo your jeans. "We have 30 minutes before we get to the hotel. Until then, you're going to have to be as quiet as possible."

You gasped into his mouth as his fingers slid under your underwear. When they found your folds, you moaned and gripped onto the back of his neck.

"Remember y/n, not too loud," he whispered as he started to massage your clit.

You used his shoulder to help muffle the sounds of your pleasure shot through you. Jin started to kiss and nibble on your neck as his fingers worked magic on your lower half.

"Fuck, Jin," You whispered as you attached your lips back to his. Jin's mouth muffled your cries as he sent you over the edge in the backseat of the van.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He slowly removed his hand and smiled at you.

You growled at him as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. Using the closeness to your advantage, you started to rub yourself on him, which caused him to let out soft moans. Your heated make-out session was interrupted by one of the men in the front seats letting you know that you were almost to the hotel.

"It's a good thing I brought a long coat," Jin said as he adjusted himself and you buttoned up your jeans.

"Hey, you're the one who started it," You said.

"And I'll be the one who finishes it once we get to the room" he told you as he pulled you in for one last kiss before you both left the van.

As soon as the door was closed, Jin had you pinned to the wall. Your mouths and hands were only leaving each other's bodies long enough to remove your clothes quickly.

With your clothes no longer in the way, Jin lifted you and wrapped your legs around your waist. You flung your head back and dug your nails into his shoulders at the quickness of his entry.

"Fuck Jin!" You yelled.

"I've been waiting way too long to hear you say that in-person y/n." He growled as he thrust into you again.

Jin moved you away from the wall and laid you down on the bed. He left trails of kisses down your body as he knelt back and brought your hips closer to him. The hotel room soon filled with the sounds of pleasure as Jin thrust into you. He showed you just how much he missed having you near.

~~END~~

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[likeastarstar]

Headcannon No. 9 - Seokjin

There were rumors about Jin.

You had heard things, things about his inability to commit. You had met him through mutual friends and attempted really hard to not fall for him but here you were, five dates later and you were obsessed with him.

Your brain was telling you that you needed to keep it in mind- the rumors about the everlasting bachelor who was too charming for his own good.

"I don't get it," You frowned, finishing off your drink and invading Jin's personal space further by sliding right up against him in the booth the two of you had been occupying for the night, idly playing with the fabric of his jacket. "You don't seem uncontrollable- you seem perfectly well behaved."

Jin smiles and leaned into you further, unable to be close enough. He breathed in the scent of your skin and tried to place it- coming up short. "Well, I'm usually not. Something about you has me completely enthralled, I'm afraid." He admitted, smiling attractively.

"You're disgustingly easy to see through," you laughed, feeling pleased despite his words. He was so handsome you felt yourself melting beside him. This had never happened before. It was revolting to think about considering you usual stone cold reaction to men but you felt like talking to Jin was the easiest thing in the world. It just made sense.

"Do you usually scare men off?" He asked, "Talking to us like that, saying the word disgusting when a man's trying to woo you?"

"Yes," You laughed, kissing him quickly just to remember how soft his lips were. "Does it bother you?"

You'd stop instantly if he said yes, he was too fun to be around for you to care anymore. What was it about him?

He was gorgeous, sure- but it was more than that.

He was funny, funnier than most people you had to be around. Not to mention that he always went along with whatever random plan you suggested for the night without complaint, even last week when you made him drive an hour and a half outside of the city to get street food from a specific truck you had been to once before. He was easygoing, a great quality to have in your eyes.

"No- like I said, I find you completely enthralling." He admitted, wrapping a tight arm around your waist. "Another date and I might let you ruin my life."

"If I find time to," You joked, shrugging your shoulder nonchalantly while wheels of how soon was too soon for your next date.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 06 - Big Dick]

Pairing: soft dom!Seokjin x f.Reader

Kinks: love making, he has a big dick, body worship, praise, lingerie, protected vaginal penetrative sex, handjob, vaginal fingering, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is so lovely

Wordcount: 3.9k

a/n: he is so sweet, imma actually cry wth this story made my heart race 🤎

The lights in the room are dimmed, vanilla scented candles give it a soft orange glow and from your bluetooth speaker slow love making music is playing.

You are resting on your back, head supported by your pillow and skin tickled by soft cotton sheets.

Your boyfriend is on top of you, shirtless and with his dark hair slightly tousled in the front. It has gotten so long these days that you can comfortably twist it in the back. His lips are on your skin, showering your neck and collarbones in his undivided devotion. He has been showering you in attention for such a long time already that you feel as if you are floating on warm, fluffy clouds.

“Is that nice?” he whispers as he places yet another kiss on your left collarbones.

“Yes, so nice”, you answer him in a sigh, melting like chocolate in the sun.

“I love kissing you, love it so much”, he mumbles, abandoning your collarbone to kiss your shoulder right next to where your bra strap rests. He walks his fingers down along the strap until they tickle your side.

You arch your back, hoping that he will understand.

He does. He cups your breast gently, holding it safely as his lips dance their way back to your neck. His thumb caresses your nipple over the material, his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Don’t stop”, you plead, knowing very well that he won’t.

Once Seokjin has decided to worship you, he won’t stop until every inch of you got his attention. He always manages to get you so incredibly wet and needy because of it, but you don’t mind that he does. You love that this is his goal whenever you are intimate. Because Seokjin is rather well gifted in size. Very well gifted if one was being honest. The first time you saw him naked and in his full, hardened glory, you almost bailed on him.

“How should I ever fit this inside?” you asked him back then to which Seokjin laughed and assured you that you didn’t need to take him if you didn’t want to. Back then you ended up giving him the “best handjob he has ever gotten” according to him while he fingered you to two orgasms.

Tonight however, you are determined to finally taking him. Seokjin is the best boyfriend you have ever had and you want him with every fiber of your being. And that means wanting his nine inch dick inside you.

“So soft”, Seokjin whispers, kissing down your sternum until he reaches your upper tummy. He holds your sides, palms warm and tender and fingers caressing your skin. You love it so much when he holds you. You always feel so safe when he does. And in return Seokjin loves holding you, he feels so strong and so needed when he has you between his hands.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, placing kisses along your tummy, "every inch of you is beautiful."

Seokjin has been in love before. But he realised that what he felt was never truly real, because ever since he has you in his life, colours are brighter and warm days are even warmer. He wakes up and thinks of you, he cooks good food and thinks of cooking it for you, he sees funny stuff and thinks of showing it to you and he goes to sleep and dreams of you. Seokjin knows how true love feels these days.

“I don't ever want this to end”, he whispers, meaning the words in more ways than one. Just don’t let us ever end. 

The hem of your mesh panties tickle his lips, forcing him to flit his eyes up at you. You aren’t looking, head rolled to the side and lips curled into a happy smile. 

“My beautiful?” he asks.

“Mhm?”

“Can I taste you? Please?”

“Yeah, please”, you whisper, parting your legs. 

“God, thank you. You make me so happy”, he says, kissing your pussy over the mesh, “so, so happy.”

His lips are so warm. It is driving you crazy that this stupid layer of fabric is between them and your pussy. Every new kiss he places, turns you needier and needier.

“Your panties are soaked”, he rasps, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“Yeah…hurry please”, you answer him, hips squirming needily.

Seokjin chuckles, lazily, “you're so cute”, he gushes, before hooking his finger in your panties to pull them to the side. 

He kisses your soaked lips first, humming in delight and making your breath hitch.

“So wet. Baby, you’re so wet”, he rasps, “love that so much. Love your pussy, my beautiful. Love her so much”, he adds, giving your clit a soft kitten lick. 

“Ah”, you gasp, hips shooting up in an involuntary reaction. You twist the sheets even if he didn’t properly start yet. You are so excited. You can’t handle it. 

“So sweet”, Seokjin whispers between kitten licks, “love your taste, baby. It’s so good”, he says and moans.

“Jinnie”, you mewl softly, reaching between your legs to touch him. His hair feels so soft, tickling your fingers as you comb through it. 

“That feels amazing, love. Keep doing that”, he praises, gazing up at you even if you have your eyes closed. He loves your face so much. He has never seen features more perfect than yours.

Seokjin abandons your clit to instead place the flat of his tongue on your entrance just to drag it through your folds to your clit. He moans with you, tightening the grip around your panties now that your hips are squirming so much.

“Is that nice? You’re whimpering so much”, Seokjin asks, repeating the movements in a slow yet skilled pattern.

“Don't stop”, you answer him, melting into the sheets. Seokjin gives the best head ever. His lips and tongue are made for it. And dear, he is always so attentive, always making sure that you are feeling as much pleasure as possible.

Tonight is no different. Seokjin eats you out with his entire concentration on you, pretty eyes gazing up at you and hips grinding into the mattress slowly. Giving head is such a turn on to him, especially when it is you. You are the best. So sweet and so soft. 

Seokjin hums happily and gives your clit a little kiss.

You giggle, sneaking a shy glance down at him. 

“You’re so pretty”, he says in a fond chuckle, kissing your clit again. 

“Jinnie”, you squeak out, writhing for him.

“Heh, my pretty”, he says, closing his eyes as he dances his tongue over your clit again. He runs his left hand up and down the paths of your tummy, palm flat on the skin and touch so incredibly gentle. It feels so nice to be appreciated whilst his warmth lingers between your legs. Seokjin is truly so amazing at what he does. You give his scalp soft scratches, hoping that he knows that you want to thank him this way. 

His blissed out moan vibrates against your core, his brows furrow even if you can’t see it. He has such a sensitive scalp and whenever you scratch it, his entire body feels electric. It relaxes him so much, makes him feel so loved, but also turns him on. Especially when he can taste your sweet pussy as you are doing it.

“God, I want you”, he whispers, “I want you so bad”, he says, showing you just how much he needs you by tugging your panties to the side even further and smothering his lower face with your pussy.

“Ah! Oh…Ji-Jinnie”, you stutter, thighs squeezing his head and forcing his fingers to slip from your panties.

He laughs softly, lifting his head, “baby, you made the panties slip”, he tells you without any sort of accusation in his voice.

You open your legs again, looking at him with shy eyes. 

“Sorry, it felt really good. I got surprised”, you say. 

“That’s okay, beautiful. Do you want me to take them off so it can’t happen again?”

You nod your head, lifting your hips for him. 

“Thank you, my beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you”, he whispers, pulling the panties down your legs and discarding them on the bed. He takes your ankle, lifting it to his lips to place an adoring kiss on it. 

You feel your cheeks heat up in giddiness instantly, hips squirming on the sheets. They feel really, really soft on your skin and newly exposed butt.

Seokjin kisses his way up your calf, following the paths his hands draw. It feels more and more intense the closer to your core he gets. While the kisses to your calf and ankle felt warm, the kisses on your inner thigh feel like fire. Oh how you need him back on your pussy. 

Seokjin lies back down onto his tummy, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hug them this way. 

“My beautiful”, he says, finally connecting his lips with your aching core. 

“Ah Jinnie”, you moan, dropping your head back into the pillows. Your hand finds his hair again, playing with it slowly as he worships your pussy.

His tongue parts your folds, running along your sensitive parts until you give him a soft sigh. And only then he finally pays attention to your clit again, having brought you to such a state of pleasure that the first lick to it, makes you chase him with an almost aggressive twitch of your hips.

Seokjin moans, holding you down with his strong arms still safely around your thighs. Like this you can feel how his muscles tense in his arms. Your strong man always so ready to hold you when you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you.

“Jinnie?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Can I have your fingers too? Always feels so good.”

You feel him smile against you, “of course my beautiful”, he whispers, abandoning one of your thighs so he can use his hand. He lifts his head, but stays close, lips swollen and pink from using them on you.

He places two of his fingers on your pussy, using them to part your folds. His touch feels way more intense than his tongue did, forcing a sigh of his name past your lips. He runs his fingertips up and down your pussy, drawing circles on your clit and watching in delight how wet you get because of it.

“You have the prettiest pussy, my beautiful”, he praises, “I’ll slip in now. Ready?”

“Yeah, ready.”

Seokjin looks at your face as he enters you, heart racing in his chest.

“Oh wow”, you moan softly, making his cock throb against the mattress.

“You are so soft baby”, Seokjin tells you, bottoming out, “and so wet”, he adds, curling his fingers carefully.

“M-more to the right”, you get out and Seokjin listens, wiggling his fingers just slightly more to the right.

“There?” he asks, massaging your favourite spot slowly.

“Yes…wow”, you get out and whimper, “don’t stop.”

“I won’t my beautiful. I won’t, just tell me if I should ever change something”, he says and then leans down to trace your clit with his tongue.

“Please, ah, Jin”, you gasp, “don’t stop.”

“Mhhm”, he hums against you, shaking his head in a promise that he won’t. He wants you to feel so goddamn good, he wants you to feel dizzy and tingly and oh so happy. Because that is all he wants to do. He wants to make you happy. In every aspect of your life together, but especially in bed.

Seokjin isn’t a cocky or arrogant man, even if he sometimes makes cocky little jokes about how handsome he was, but in reality he truly, truly wasn’t. Seokjin is sweet and attentive and he wants to make sure that the woman he calls his treasure, is as happy as she can be. Quite frankly, Seokjin sometimes thinks that the entire world could be sad around him and he wouldn’t mind because as long as you are happy, he is happy too. And that is why he wants to be the best you ever had in bed, because being your best means that he is making you as happy as you can be.

“I love that so much”, you encourage him, running your trembling fingers through his hair, “don’t stop”, you say, not because you fear that he would, but because you can't say much more. He is scrambling your brain so well.

Seokjin gazes up at you again. His briefs are sticking to him by now. It turns him on so much to eat you out that his cock is just the slightest bit sensitive. He really, really wants to be inside of you, but would never tell you that. Even if tonight ends with another handjob, Seokjin will be happy. Anything that makes you feel comfortable will make him happy too. He does really hope though that you want him tonight, if he is allowed to add that little thought, he really craves your warmth so much.

“Jinnie I think you can make me cum like that”, you tell him, tensing your walls around his fingers, “it’s…really, ah, good.”

“Mhhmbaby”, he moans into you, concentrating with furrowed brows to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally change something in his rhythm. Slow licks with his tongue made to pleasure your clit and precise curls of his skilled fingers meant to please even the deepest parts of you. You become tighter and tighter around him and Seokjin can listen to how your breathing speeds up as well.

You can barely even take breaths. Every inch of your body feels so warm while your middle feels like it is burning up. Seokjin’s fingers feel so thick inside of you now that you are clenching so much, each time he curls them, you could swear that you become tighter and tighter.

“Jinnie baby”, you gasp, twisting his hair gently, “oh my god, I think it’s, it’s.”

Let go, he tells you with a swirl of his tongue, let go beautiful and I’ll make it amazing for you.

“C-can I cum?” you get out, “please?”

“Mhhm” he hums, nodding his head and flicking his tongue over your swollen clit.

“Oh god, Jin”, you moan, letting go instantly. Your high sits deep and lasts long, filling your entire body with electric tingles. Being worshipped for so long really takes a toll on you. It feels so incredible to orgasm when Seokjin is the one being responsible for it.

You come down with Seokjin’s help, shivering as he breaks away from you to kiss up your torso.

“So good, my baby. You were so good”, he praises, voice shaky in desperation, “fuck, you were the best”, he rasps, kissing your lips.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him while your arms hook themselves behind his neck. Seokjin allows you to drag you on top of him, naked chest resting against your clothed breasts and arms cradling you safely.

“Thank you”, you whisper, barely breaking the kiss.

“No, thank you. I love eating you out”, he answers you softly, “it turns me on so much.”

“It does?” you ask in a tiny giggle, gazing up at him.

“So much”, Seokjin smiles, “reach down and feel how hard I am.”

You do so happily, cupping his cock over his briefs. You gasp, Seokjin groans softly.

“Wow Jinnie, you’re rockhard”, you say, rubbing him slowly, “and so wet.”

“I’m…so…turned…on”, he struggles with his words, breathing speeding up and fingers twisting the pillow.

“Do you still want to fuck me?” you ask him.

“That’s all I’m thinking about”, he answers you, bucking his hips into your hand.

“I think I want you to”, you say.

Seokjin opens his eyes, hips stuttering in desperation

“Really?” he croaks.

“Mh-hm”, you say, nodding your head.

“Wow baby, hah”, he lets out a disbelieved laugh, cupping your face, “are you really sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m really sure, just promise to be gentle.”

“Baby”, his eyes soften, “gentle is my middle name.”

You snort, “really? Yesterday it was still steak master griller.”

“I have many middle names”, he jokes, making you laugh wholeheartedly.

“I can’t argue with that”, you say, snickering, “gosh Jinnie, now I want you even more. You’re so funny.”

Seokjin gazes at you with red ears and rosy cheeks. His heart is skipping beats in his chest from how happy he is.

“I want you too”, he pecks your cheek, “I’ll get the condom and lube.”

“Okay, hurry up.”

“Will do.”

He takes off his briefs as well, jerking himself a few times to really get him going. Not that he needs to, but it is still nice to touch himself for a little. Those briefs felt so constricting around his cock.

The condom slips on easily, sitting perfectly around his cock.

“It’s on”, he says, showing it off to you.

“You look so sexy, Jinnie”, you say, gazing at his big cock, “I really want you.”

“Yeah?” he runs his fingers along his long shaft, “I want you too. Should I put lube on already?”

“Mhhm, let’s try without it first and then if it hurts with it?”

“Yes, sounds perfect for me”, Seokjin says, placing the bottle to the side for now. He climbs on top of you, cupping your face between his strong, healing hands. He gives you a sweet smile, making his cheeks puff out as he does.

You retort it, caressing his shoulders slowly.

“I want you to know that you can stop anytime you want to. I don’t expect you to take me, even if you were really excited about it at first. Yeah?” he says, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I know. I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay”, Seokjin leans closer, “reach down and take my cock. I want you to do it at your own tempo.”

“Okay”, you whisper, reaching between your bodies to take his cock.

Seokjin’s breath shudders in reaction, eyelids becoming heavy.

“Keep going, you’re doing so good”, he praises you, thumbs so gentle on your cheeks.

You pick up some of your wetness first, covering his heated tip with it.

Seokjin doesn’t let it show, but he is really affected by it.

“I’ll do it”, you whisper.

“Okay”,  he whispers back.

You apply pressure on your entrance, forcing his cock to breach you slowly.

Seokjin moans softly, parting his lips. His eye contact is faltering, his eyelids flutter.

More. He slips past the tighter part in the front, now sitting snug inside of you.

“Keep going, you’re doing such a good job”, Seokjin praises you, “feels so good, love.”

“Yeah, feels really good”, you say, voice shaky in pleasure. He doesn’t hurt at all. He doesn’t even burn or pinch. He feels wonderful. You roll your hips up, swallowing almost all of him.

“Baby woah”, Seokjin widens his eyes, hands falling from your face to grasp the pillow instead, “woah, baby wait that’s so m-much.”

“I know, it doesn’t hurt. I’m so wet, it feels so good”, you answer him, pushing all of him inside you by grabbing his butt and giving it a soft nudge.

Seokjin moans your name, grabbing your face again with slightly damp palms.

“How, how are you?” he asks.

“So good. I’m really stuffed”, you moan, beaming up at him, “Jinnie I love you.”

“I love you too. Holy shit, baby”, he rests his forehead against you, moving his hips carefully, “I love you so much.”

“Don’t stop”, you whisper, widening your eyes in shock. You feel so filled. And it feels so good. Your g-spot is rubbing against his cock with each slow thrust and his cock is so big that it curves so perfectly that he manages to grind your clit against him as well. The combination is truly world changing, making you hold onto his strong shoulders and moan his name as an endless mantra of bliss.

“Keep doing that, love. Say my name”, he rasps, voice lulled and distorted in pleasure, “I can’t believe how good you feel.”

“You too, I don’t wanna stop”, you get out and then you are back to moaning his name and floating on cloud nine.

“Me neither. God, so good. Does it really not hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“I’m so happy”, he says, nuzzling his face in your neck, “I’m so happy.”

“Me too, so happy.”

Seokjin cradles you against his strong chest, holding you with all the love he has to offer. He feels so much closer to you now. Bear in mind, he already felt incredibly close to you even before tonight, but right now he is overtaken by his own happiness. He is so close to you and he never ever wants to let you go again.

You feel the deepened connection as well. Ever since you laid eyes upon him, you knew that you and him would share something. Back then you clearly didn’t think that the something would turn out to be unconditional love, but you are so happy that it was. You feel it even deeper, stronger, clearer now that Seokjin is so connected with you.

“I fucking love this”, he gets out, “sorry I shouldn’t swear.”

“It's alright. I fucking love this too”, you answer him, making him chuckle before a gasp interrupts him and he moans instead.

“Oh baby you’re so tight now. Fuck don’t laugh please”, he begs, nose scrunched up in pleasure. 

“Sorry. Jinnie, it's rubbing my clit too”, you tell him.

“Hmm?” Seokjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as he misunderstood in his pleasure scrambled brain.

Not that the misunderstanding is terrible. On the contrary, the first touch makes you want to claw at his back, thighs shaking and pussy feeling electric.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Yeah, like this”, you sigh because you possibly couldn’t call him out on his supposed mistake. 

“I want you to cum again”, he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “no pressure though. If you can't, that's fine too. Just…I'm really close.”

“Me too”, you squeak out, tensing in your rapidly approaching high.

“Baby”, Seokjin moans, “god, you’re perfect. I love you so much.”

Something inside of you snaps. The knowledge that he loves you and cares for you and treasures you, doubles the excitement inside of you to such intensity that his words bring you over the edge.

He loves you and that makes you float on cloud nine as your body floats on its high. 

“Shit. Baby”, Seokjin presses out and then the tightness of your pussy and your sweet moans bring him over the edge as well, “cumming”, he croaks, holding you so close as he fills up the condom.

He rolls off of you once your highs died down. His heavy panting is meeting your ears in shreds as you yourself are struggling to recover. This was amazing. 

Seokjin places his hand on your tummy, caressing it softly.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

You intertwine your fingers with him.

“Dead, but in a good way.”

“Hah, yeah same”, he says, exhaling loudly, “shit baby, you just ruined me.”

“Same”, you squeeze his hand, “your cock’s the best.”

Seokjin turns his head to look at you. You do the same.

“I wasn’t too rough or big or something, was I?” he asks

“No”, you cup his cheek, “no, you were perfect.”

Seokjin giggles, rolling himself onto his stomach to attack you with smooches.

“Wait Jinnie, wait”, you giggle, “the condom, you should clean up.”

Seokjin whines softly, “but I wanna kiss you”, he coos before attacking you with even more aggressive smooches. 

“Jinnie”, you squeak, giggling like crazy.

He truly makes you so happy.

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Seokjin One Shots (XXXII)

* s - contains smut

Piano Man by @strwberrytae s wc~5k / waitress!reader, musician au, strangers au Summary: The piano man was everything you wanted and more. He was classically handsome, extraordinarily talented, and oozed sex appeal - the silent type. Little did you know just how perfect he was for you and does he have a long, miserably arousing night planned ahead for you.

The Ring by @heartbeatan s wc~8.7k / established relationship Summary: A thematic, seven part series about sex toys.

Good for Me by @ppersonna s wc~2.3k / established relationship, PWP Summary: You’ve forgotten something very important and your husband, Seokjin, makes sure you never forget it again.

Pasticceria by @taeken-my-heart wc~2.4k / strangers to lovers, bakery au Summary: Sometimes food really is the way to the heart.

Take Flight by @mind-of-a-hardstan wc~5.2k / golden eagle!Seokjin, hybrid au Summary: Seokjin had caught your fancy the moment you’d met him. He’d seemed so intimidating at first with those wide shoulders, that gorgeous face and, heaven have mercy, those towering wings. But, not long after meeting him, still too shy to properly look him in the eye, he’d eyed your burger and cracked a dad joke about it, and that’s when you’d started to fall.

Mr & Mrs Kim by @bangtanstanst wc~2.7k / established relationship, assassin au Summary: Your job has never really made your life very difficult, just more thrilling. But your latest assignment changes that, and it’s all because of its target – rival assassin Kim Seokjin. Or, as you’ve known him for years, your loving husband.

Dinner and a Photo Booth by @bubmyg wc~3.2k / strangers to lovers Summary: You’re volunteering at a children’s carnival and no one is using the photo booth despite the man overseeing it’s best efforts so now you’re crammed in this tiny area with said man or why do all these little kids think I’m dating “Mr. Jinnie”?

Arrested by @ladyartemesia s wc~2.6k / detective!Seokjin, criminal!reader Summary: Love is hard with secrets… especially if you’re a criminal in love with a police detective.

[...] Fukushu by @hamsterclaw s wc~5k / assassin!Seokjin Summary: The hitman who you met one New Year's eve promised you he'd be back, you just didn't think he'd be coming to stay.

Meet Me at the Bar by @eoieopda s wc~7.5k / friends to lovers, law school au Summary: You're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

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this love | ksj

seokjin is with you, a nervous wreck, during a big family event...

tw / tags / description: ~3.9k words / established relationship / seokjin x f reader / smutty and fluffy / smut includes: f!ngering and kissing / rap line cameo /  as always, feedback is always welcome! / more jin fics to come! i have many i thought i posted already + i'm posting my first series soon!

Jin almost got a scolding from you. His family was hosting a big event for his cousin’s wedding in two days…. did he have to spring up on you at the last minute?!

He had introduced you to members of his direct family when things between you actually started getting serious, but the interactions were still limited to formal dinners and lunches, during which you constantly attempted to impress them despite Jin’s insistence that his family and friends already loved you… 

And Jin just casually announces this huge event, days before it was due to happen…

“I knew you’d get nervous, which is why I didn’t tell you sooner. Look, you don’t have to come if you’re so stressed, but -“

“No, I will,” you cut him off. “I want to….”

“Hey,” he says calmly, his hands on your shoulders. “Just be yourself. Look, the ‘important’ ones already love you as you are, I love you which is actually the most important thing, so don’t worry about anything else. And I’ll be there with you the whole time”. Jin’s soft lips meet your forehead in a kiss.

The evening was spent rummaging through your closet and scrambling through websites looking for an appropriate outfit, with you asking Jin about the dress code, the attendees, the setting, the weather…

“Look, it’s not too formal but not too casual, it seems to be both indoors and outdoors, so I really don’t know what to tell you, sweetie. Just wear that red one you own…”

You look at Jin, a smirk present on his face, as expected. “That’s definitely the best choice, honey, with that neckline and my cleavage sticking out, I’ll make the best impression on everyone…”, you say sarcastically.

“Wear it for me some other time then... I was already planning a special day with you next week… But for this, anything will work, my sweet sweet Y/N. I'm sure you’ll find something.”

-

Somehow, you did find something, though you were still unsure of the green dress you found hanging at the back of your closet and kept making sure you looked alright from the second you first tried it on until the entire car ride up to the event on the day. When you weren’t asking Jin if your dress was too tight or your makeup was too much, you went over the attendees and his family members, with him thoughtfully explaining who everyone would be - even the kids he assured you you wouldn’t have to know.

And thankfully so. 

“Look, I have to introduce you anyways, so again… don’t worry. I’ll be by your side the whole time,” he had reassured you as he pulled up at the location, one of his family members’ homes, but after the lessons you forced him to give you, you were more confident than you thought you would be…  Some of his family members were impressed with the knowledge you had of them or their interests, while others sized you up, understandably protective over Jin.

You had begun to feel truly at ease when you saw Jin’s friends there - Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok - thanking the universe when Jin mentioned they were also friends with his cousin and would also be there that day. It was nice to see them and their warm, familiar faces in a sea of mostly strangers.

But what was most calming, more than the boys or your sudden confidence was Jin himself. His presence and touches were present the entire afternoon, whether he was holding and squeezing your hand in reassurance, or touching your waist and the small of your back while introducing you to his family and friends and hyping you up, and his asking if you were okay every couple of minutes… You smiled wider and fell a little more in love with him every time he did so.

Soon, Jin had introduced you to practically everyone in sight. Taking in the situation as you both stood in a quiet area of the house, you feel like you’re breathing for the first time the entire afternoon.

“You did great, sweetie…”, Jin leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, lightly rubbing your back.

You exhale, scratching your arm. “Thanks, Jin.”

“I mean it…”, he mumbles as he takes a sip of the drink in his hand. “And I love showing you off like this.”

“What? Like I’m a trophy?”, you ask with a laugh.

“No. I’m the trophy here. You won the lottery by having such an amazing guy like me, as you’ve been told tonight…” His lips forming a big, almost exaggerated smirk with the tilt of his head.

“I have… countless times. And they’re not wrong, you are a pretty, good guy sometimes….”

“Yes, but seriously sweetie, you did great. I just loved telling everyone: Look at my amazing girlfriend! See how beautiful she is? See how clever she is? See how brilliant she is? Do you see how lucky I am? Well, how lucky we BOTH are? Either be happy for us or be jealous of us!”, he proclaims quietly. “I wish I could've said it exactly like that, but you get the picture.”

“I don’t know about clever and beautiful, you gave me half the information I needed tonight…”.

“Half…”, he mumbles.  “And fucking look at you, I caught some guy I barely recognize - maybe a friend of a friend - looking at you in a way… like he was figuring out if he could hit on you… You’re beautiful, honey, and I’d like to see him try,” he waves off, no jealousy or anger in his voice - just adoration and amusement.

“You and everyone else were right about one thing, though, Seokjin. I am very lucky…..” you say as you rub his arm. “I guess I get what you mean when you say all that since it makes me even more excited for the day I show you off to all my friends and family like this. And it was nice to hear all those things about you, honey…. The stories people had of you, the way they spoke about you and were so protective over you… You’re so loved, Seokjin…. And I love you…. so much.”

Jin’s entire face goes red at your words, and you quickly think to continue talking to make him laugh or return back to normal before he gets too flustered. “All these people love you and I do too, but the best part….”, your voice lowers,  “… is that no one can love you like I can.” 

Fuck. What was intended to be a joke to make him laugh, turned out to be more sultry than you expected - Jin’s ears are almost a shade of maroon.

He turns his head to face you, about to whisper something in your ear before he takes a look around and rethinks his decision, finally staring at your lips. He sighs and looks away again for a moment, staring at the stairs behind him….his face still pink when he turned to face you again, composed.

“All that love…. I’d give it to you,” he whispers. “I try to, I hope you know that…  I’d give it all to you, sweetie. You deserve it.”

“Don’t”, you reply immediately, tears starting to well up in your eyes and your hand resting on his stomach. “You deserve it too…. Let’s share it. This love. Our love…..With each other... And the rest of the world... Our family and friends who need it too. We’re lucky we can do that, aren’t we?”

Jin nods, inches away from your face, before backing away with a sigh at the realization that he was about to kiss you with way too many family members around - luckily, your hand on his chest was still concealed by his jacket, only for you and Jin to know about, no one feeling his racing heartbeat except for the two of you.

“Did we really meet everyone already?” he says, looking around, though you aren’t able to make out his tone. “You’re just so wise and amazing and…. I want to show you off… I want to…” 

Jin scratches the back of his head as his voice trails off. At that, you look at Jin, and really look at him and try to meet his eyes - not quick glances or stares while the other looked away, as you had been doing. And his entire face was still red, confirming your suspicions after his head scratch. 

 “Jin, not here…. Not now.”

“Look,” he utters, eyes locking onto yours in what felt like ages. “If I’m not mistaken, there’s a pantry upstairs. I hid in it as a kid when we used to play. Just quietly follow me there. No one will see you. Wait a few seconds after I go in.”

“Jin… no”, you panic. 

“Sweetie, I need it. I need you. I’ll help you calm down...”

“I was calm before you suggested this!”

“Don’t you need it too?”, he asks in a whisper, his gaze briefly shifting to your lips. 

You didn’t even have time to lie to Jin and sacrifice your needing for him to keep up appearances - the moment the question left his lips he took a step away from you and up the staircase.  For a split second you debate staying downstairs, but looking around…. you didn’t recognize a single soul around you…. Not even Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok were in sight…. You cursed yourself and Jin as you climbed up the stairs and into the pantry that Jin stuck his foot out of. Shutting and locking the door behind you, he didn’t waste a second. 

His lips find yours while his hands grabbed your hips and pinned you against a wide, empty shelf to keep you in place. His plump lips kiss yours, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, with your lips kissing brushing against his soft face whenever he gave you the chance - soon enough, it was too messy to keep track of what was going on.

Right when you feel your body begin to weaken at Jin’s actions, he steps away and brings his index finger up to the middle of his lips, quietly sighing against it before bringing his finger to your lips. You didn’t even realize you might’ve already been moaning at Jin’s touches and kisses. It was hard not to let out a noise - a moan, a plea, a groan, a murmur or scream of his name, or a vow of obedience now when he was commanding you to be quiet.... and it was even tougher when his other hand gripped your hip tighter, a response to your knees buckling against him at his request.

“Se-“, you begin to whisper against his finger, but Jin just shakes his head.

“No,” he breathes, his whispers always lower than yours. “No. Try…”

He lifts his finger and kisses your lips, swallowing any tiny moan you let out while he grunts into your mouth. His hands move to the softness of your thighs, caressing them before his fingers dig into their pillowness - squeezing your bum with one hand while the other begins to lift your thigh. Jumping onto the counter behind you in response, you scrunch up your dress and wrap your legs around Jin’s body while he throws his jacket onto the floor of the compact space. You bite your lip when his kisses move to your neck while his hands grope your bra over your dress before tugging down at the neckline and nestling his head between your breasts, kissing and then biting your soft skin there and all over your chest.

If you didn’t do something soon, you knew you’d scream out his name. Staring at him nestled on your chest, you tug at his hair, smiling when Jin involuntarily moans through his teeth, which bit at your raised bud.

“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily as broke away and stared down at your thighs. “Honey…. I’m really gonna need you to keep quiet now, okay?”

He kisses all over your lips and up your jaw, suddenly biting your ear. Before you could wonder if this was all he planned, his hand creeps between your thighs and meet your heat, and you were sure that Jin felt your muffled choke against his lips now on your neck.

“Shhhhh,” he whispers, his other hand finding and holding onto your neck, but staying quiet gets harder and harder with every stroke and rub of his fingers through your wet underwear. He finds the edge of the fabric and pushes it aside, moving his fingers in a way that he knew you loved & would get you over the edge quickly - there wasn’t enough time for teasing. Your jaw drops at his touch, which caused unbearably wonderful sensations to travel all over your body as it moved against him, to the point where your grip on his shoulder weakens, your body preparing to let go over his fingers…..

When you hear footsteps from outside the door.

You and Jin pause for a few seconds, and when he realizes that no one knocked, his fingers escape your heat yet continued to toy with your folds at a slower pace….  

But the footsteps return.  And this time, they were followed by a knock.

“Anyone in there?,” an unfamiliar voice called out.

Frozen, you and Jin are unable to respond, but a second series of knocks follow.

“Anyone in there?”

“Y-yes!,” Jin calls out. “It’s me, hyung.”

“Seokjin? You okay?”

“Yeah, just need a minute… Looking for,” he pauses, searching the pantry for an excuse that wasn’t your body, “….an extra bottle of hot sauce for the table.”

“Oh. I thought this was a bathroom. I’ll just wait for the one downstairs. What are you doing looking for hot sauce? So many people are looking for you, by the way. Come straight outside as soon as you’re done, okay?”

“Okay, hyung, thanks,” Jin replies.

When the man’s footsteps fade, Jin brings his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“Don’t be,” you reply, your hand scratching Jin’s scalp. “Let’s finish this when we’re home, mm?”

He sighs in response, his hand retreating from between your legs, licking your wetness off of your fingers before he cups your cheeks.

“Of course….”, he whispers, his head now buried in your neck. “Fuck. This love…. This love I’m so lucky for….. My love….” 

“You’re my love and my luck…. Seokjin….,” you mumble into his hair, taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he grumbles. “Can we teleport home?”

“I don’t want to leave you either,” you reply. “But Seokjin.... your family needs you.”

Jin raises his head as more footsteps are heard from the other side of the door, but he pauses, smirking at the state of you, holding back a giggle. “Fuck, my love, I’m sorry. Go, fix yourself up, your dress…. and come to me downstairs, okay? We can’t leave here together like this and if they’re looking for me it must be because they started taking photos. Will you be okay?”

“Yes. Go,” you tell him, rubbing his arm.

He grabs his jacket off of the floor and gives you a quick kiss, mumbling an “I love you” before leaving. 

You jumped off the extended shelf, pulled down your dress and pulled up its neckline, used a nearby roll to make sure you weren’t wet enough for any wetness to leak through your underwear and dress, before finally brushing your hair with a couple of your fingers, stepping out a minute after Jin.

Someone you greeted earlier on was seemingly waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, but her demeanor was entirely different than earlier. She had greeted you with a smile earlier in the day, but now she was staring at you up and down, scoffing and walking away. Though you were taken aback, you shrug it off, as well another couple who gave you an odd stare. And when you turned to look for Jin, you turned into a a taller, obviously drunk man who nearly shouldered you to the floor. Mumbling an apology, he steadied himself before stopped to take a look at who he bumped into, letting out a chuckle, as did a number of people around you, who witnessed the scene.

Did something happen when you and Seokjin were together?, you wonder, eyes frantically searching for him when Namjoon appears in front of you.

“Hey, uh…. come with me,” he says in a low voice, walking away immediately. You follow him to the corner of the room where Yoongi and Hoseok stood. Hoseok burst into a cackle at the sight of you while Yoongi smiles, and all you could do was stare at Namjoon, the only person who reacted semi-normally to you so far, but even his low voice and sudden invitation stood out. 

“Hoba, knock it off” he tells Hoseok before turning to Yoongi. “Hyung, do you have something?”

“I do, actually,” Yoongi says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to Namjoon, who wets the folded fabric with the bottle of water in his hand before handing it to you. “Here.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?,” you ask Namjoon.

“Uhm… your lipstick is… uhm, all over your lips. I - I was trying to find you and Jin earlier, and, I guess.. you were…”, he trails off.

Your jaw drops in disbelief, before your hand rushes to cover your face.

“You didn’t know?,” Yoongi asks. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No. No, he just told me to fix my dress…,” you say, cringing at the realization. “Oh my god…. That’s why…. Does it look that obvious? Is there no way it just looks like I messed it up while eating?”

“With the snacks they have here, no,” Yoongi says plainly, making Hoseok laugh.

“It…,” Namjoon begins. “It looks exactly like what it actually is.”

You feel your face flush as you mindlessly wipe the skin around your mouth. “I want to die,” you let out.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon says, laughing at your comment. “How many people saw you? A- you know what? It doesn’t even matter. At least they know that you and Jin love each other.”

“It’s kind of beautiful, actually,” Hoseok adds, still smiling though his tone was serious this time.

A hand lands on your shoulder.

“Sweetie, where were you?,” Jin says, now at your side.

You glare up at him and try to ignore the boys’ giggles, but Jin is unable to do so either.

“What’s going on?”, he asks with a smile and wide eyes.

You stare up at Namjoon. “Is it okay now? The one person I trust?”

“It’s okay,” he giggles, stretching out a hand to take back Yoongi’s handkerchief.  Thanking the guys, you turn to Jin and guide him to the back of the room.

“Sweetie, what’s going on?,” he repeats his question with a serious look on his face this time. “What was that with Namjoon?”

“Seokjin… why didn’t you tell me I had lipstick all over my face from our.. time upstairs?”

“I told you to fix yourself up….”, he whispers.

“I thought you just meant my DRESS and my HAIR,” you say quietly, burying your face in your hands. “I walked out…. With lipstick all over my face… People laughed at me and gave me weird looks, I don’t know how many people here saw me…. Namjoon told me about it and said it was OBVIOUSLY from us kissing and I just —“

Jin brings your head into his chest, and you feel him giggle. “I’m sorry, my love. I should’ve told you.”

“I thought I made such a great impression and now that’s all they’ll remember me for…. Everything I said and did…. It’s just gone,” you mumble into his chest. “What if someone heard us too?”

“My love…. we were so quiet and everyone loved you - it’s impossible that they heard us or that that’s all they’ll remember….,” he whispers quietly, his hand rubbing the back of your head. “And if that’s not the case then, you know what? Fuck it.”

Jin’s sudden flipped reaction causes you to lift your head up at him. “What?!”

“I mean…. We kissed and they know it - so what?”, he shrugs. “But either way your efforts or impression will never go wasted, and this won’t be how everyone here remembers you. You want to know why?”

“Why?”

A smile appears on his face and he caresses your cheeks. “Because…. I’m crazy about you. And…don’t say anything about this now, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you…  It’ll be pretty weird if a husband and wife never kissed, and well, if there are little versions of us in the future then they’ll obviously know we kissed and more…. So fuck it. Don’t worry about the family and friends that’ll judge. And anyway, you’re already my best friend and soon, one day, we’ll officially be ‘family’ on paper… And it’ll just make for a funny anecdote about us. One of many.”

At Jin’s words, you feel your embarrassment melt away, replaced with even more love for him, which you didn’t think was possible. 

“Okay?,” he asks, squeezing your cheeks.

All you can do is nod.

“Good,” he says, his arm now wrapped around your waist. “Don’t be embarrassed. Own it. Like me. Be confident and openly happy as fuck to be with me. Aren’t you?” 

“Fuck yes I am,” you whisper to him.

“Good!”, he laughs, his hands intertwining with yours. “We’re almost done anyways so we’ll be saying our goodbyes soon. Don’t forget, we still have plans at home….”

You wondered why Jin rushed the end of his sentence, but after a brief spaced-out moment dreaming of your future with Jin, you understood immediately, as he had turned to greet someone. Your breath still trapped in an inhale from the rush of his words, it takes you a moment to catch up to the conversation Jin was having in front of you.

“You’re absolutely right, ma’am,” he smiles, wider than ever as he gripped your hand tighter and turned to face you. “I am very lucky.”

Looking him in the eyes, you finally exhale.

“You need a girl like her,” the elderly lady in front of you continues to Jin. “She’s smart, cute, and apparently you two have fun together,” she winks at you.

Embarrassment floods your body at her words once again, and you damn near break into a sweat in seconds, but she breaks into a giggle. “It makes me happy, my dears. I hope there comes a day when we celebrate the two of you.”

“The day will come, ma’am,, and you’ll be the first one we invite,” Jin nods, and suddenly, the woman reaches up to squish Jin’s cheeks before doing the same to yours and walking away with a smile on her face. 

“You see?,” he says, kissing your head, which tilts in his direction.

“You better not be kidding about…. that. Because I love you Kim Seokjin and I’m never letting go of you or this love.”

“I told you to wear that red dress soon, didn’t I?…. Come on,” he winks. “Let’s go home…. And be as loud as we want.”

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It's Not Easy to Keep a Christmas Secret

Pairing: Jin x OC

Genre: fluff

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

Summary: Ashley thinks that announcing her pregnancy on Christmas is a great gift idea, but the trouble comes in when she tries to keep the secret from Jin….

This is the sequel to Snow is Falling Outside, But I’m Falling for You

A/N: @jinnie-forthe-winnie here ya go! Have fun!

Christmas was a special time of year to Ashley.  Every year, it reminded her of how she and Jin had met.  His younger brother, Tae, had convinced her to come to Christmas with him under the illusion that Tae’s parents had been hounding him and he’d needed a date.  Turns out, he’d really just wanted to introduce Ashley to Jin in hopes that they’d hit it off.  Not at all romantic, but it was a very funny story to tell.  As long as Tae wasn’t around, that was.  It inflated his ego too much to hear the story retold.

It had been four years since that Christmas.  Since then, Tae had gotten married to his long-time love Amber, and Jin and Ashley had also tied the knot.  Tae had moved back home to live near his family while Jin had joined Ashley in her hometown.  And, of course, Tae and Amber had welcomed their little daughter, Kiara, into the world the previous year.

In short, a lot had happened since that Christmas.  This year would be the best of them all, though, in Ashley’s opinion.  She and Jin were headed to see his family for the holiday, and she had quite the gift to give this year.  Her only hope was that she could make it to Christmas without anyone discovering it.  She’d been hiding it for three weeks already, and she had another five days to go.  Would Jin figure it out before Christmas?  She sure hoped not.

Her predicament had all started three weeks ago when that little test with two red lines had informed her of something she’d dreamt about experiencing for years: she was pregnant.

The news had elated her.  She’d wanted to tell Jin immediately, but every opportunity she’d been offered had been interrupted.  She’d accepted it as her fate to wait to tell him until Christmas, which, of course, was not that big of a deal.  It had only been two weeks away by the time she’d given up on telling him.

The only thing was…how did she go about announcing it?  She still didn’t have any idea by the time they arrived in town.  Time was ticking.

Amber’s pregnancy announcement had been anything but grand.  It had been a text in mid-February, right after Valentine’s Day.  “We’re expecting a baby in September!”  It had been fine, but it was Christmas…so Ashley needed to do something grander.

She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t come up with any ideas, but her brain was completely blank.  If it had been a few months ago, she’d probably had plenty of ideas, but now that it was actually happening, she had none.  Naturally, this only meant one thing: she’d have to consult the internet.  Except the internet didn’t have any ideas that actually seemed good.  Most of the suggestions were to get a flat lay.  Whatever that was.  Get a gold flat lay, get a blue flat lay, get a silver flat lay.  Ashley had no idea what that was, and she didn’t care to know.  She’d simply be doing her own brainstorming, it seemed.

Her first obstacle was presented to her the second night they were there.  Jin’s father, as always, had taken everyone to a party, and that meant…alcohol.  The highest of the highs on the pregnancy no-no list, and also the highest of the highs on the things Ashley generally consumed at these parties.  How on earth was she going to dodge the questions she’d surely get?

“Hey, remember the first time we came to one of these parties together?” Jin asked, nudging her as they stood in the middle of the way-too-big foyer.

Ashley laughed. “Yeah, we drank cider…and then we left to go ice skating.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we should do that again.  Let me see if I can find some cider.”

That issue had clearly remedied itself this time.  She’d been sure to smell that cider before taking a sip of it, though.  She couldn’t take any chances.

“Should we sneak out and go ice skating?” Jin suggested.

Normally, Ashley would’ve said yes right then and there, but she’d been feeling rather tired lately, and she didn’t really want to give any hints to Jin.  On the other hand…he would probably find it odd if she refused.

“Let’s do it!”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Ashley wasn’t much better at ice skating than she had been four years ago.  She’d been ice skating a max of around ten times in her entire life, and maybe two of those times had been in the past four years, so she still resembled a fawn as she slipped and slid around the ice rink.  Thankfully, this one was nearly empty.  She wasn’t likely to bowl down a couple kindergarteners.

“Whoa!” Jin exclaimed as he caught her arms to keep her from sliding even further. “Still not great at this, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, accepting his hands as an anchor nonetheless. “Oh, shush.”

He chuckled. “Why should I?  You know you love my teasing!”

She shook her head. “Who told you that?”

“I told myself.”

“You shouldn’t trust him.  He’s not a reliable source?”

Jin pouted. “Hey!”

She grinned. “This place isn’t too different than it was four years ago.”

“Is it not?  I thought they got a new scoreboard.”

Ashley spun around to see what he was talking about, and it was enough to make her lose her balance.  Jin reached down just in time to catch her before her bottom hit the ice, but she was already startled at that point.  He pulled her up against his chest.

“Ash…you ok?”

She still wasn’t standing fully on her feet, so she actually had to look up to make eye contact with him.

“I…I’m ok.”

He furrowed his brows. “You sure?  You look a bit woozy.  Let’s go sit down for a moment.”

After she’d righted herself with the help of his strong arms, he pulled her off the rink and sat her down.  He swept a few strands of hair out of her face before making eye contact with her.  Ashley had to admit that that fall had skyrocketed how lethargic she felt.  She wanted to lean over and fall asleep right then and there, but she was determined to keep a straight face so as to not tip Jin off to how tired she felt.

“What?” she asked after a few moments.

“I don’t know…you just seem a bit tired.  You sure you’re ok?  We can go home now if you’d like.”

Ashley figured she must’ve been a terrible actor.  How had he seen straight through her so quickly?

She waved her hand dismissively. “No, we can keep going.  The fall just shook me up a bit.”

He seemed to let it go then, but he insisted on keeping a tight hold on her after they got back on the ice.

Ashley waited for what seemed to her to be a decent amount of time before telling Jin she wanted to go home.  She could only guess that she’d been right in guessing what was a decent amount of time, because he didn’t seem to think anything of it as she unlaced her skates.

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

The next morning presented a whole new challenge.  Jin’s mom had made eggs for breakfast.  Normally, this wouldn’t have been an issue for Ashley, but oh boy it was bothering her today.  She had to step out of the kitchen to stop herself from gagging.  As far as she could tell, no one else was having this reaction, so she could only guess that it was some symptom caused by pregnancy.  The only question was…how was she going to get out of this?  It seemed rude to downright refuse to eat, and saying she wasn’t hungry would definitely ring alarm bells in Jin’s head, so what was she to do?

“Hey,” Jin slung his arm over Ashley’s shoulders as he exited the kitchen. “Mom said she doesn’t have enough eggs to feed all of us, so do you want to go get breakfast?”

Ashley was sure she could hear angels singing.  Yes.  Yes, anywhere but near scrambled eggs.

She tried to keep her elation off her face as she replied. “Sure!  That sounds great!” Had that sounded natural enough?

The two of them sat at breakfast twenty minutes later, and Ashley made sure neither of them ordered eggs.  She wasn’t sure what about the smell of them had made her feel so sick, but she was sure she wouldn’t be eating breakfast if she so much as saw another one.

She and Jin had both ordered pancakes, although she wasn’t sure how many of them she could actually stomach.  The smell of eggs was still lingering in her sinuses and making her slight nauseated.

“It’s kind of nice to get away for a little while,” Jin laughed. “I forgot how…busy everyone seems at Christmastime.” He groaned after shoving a bite of pancake in his mouth. “Did you hear Dad say that three of his glasses got broken at a party last week?  He told me he’s never hosting a Christmas party again.  Which, obviously, is a complete lie.”

Ashley was glad that Jin was lost in his own world at that moment in time, because she could smell eggs again, and she was about to puke.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.  I’ll be right back.”

Jin smiled at her. “Oh, ok.  Don’t fall in while you’re in there.”

Usually, she would’ve laughed at that comment, but right now she was feeling too sick to find anything funny.  She ran off to the bathroom.

Thankfully, the feeling subsided after she’d stood in the bathroom for a few minutes, but she really didn’t want to go back out there.  Was there anywhere they could go that wouldn’t have cooked eggs?

She was hitting the point where she just wanted to tell Jin.  Everything was just starting to feel off, and she wanted Jin’s support…and his help.  But it would ruin the surprise.  Did it really matter anymore, though?  She still had no idea how to announce it anyways, so maybe she should tell Jin today and ask him for help.

She headed back to the table when she felt like she could stomach food again.

“Are you ok?” Jin asked when she sat down.

“Hmm?” she feigned innocence. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.  You’ve just seemed a bit off since we got here.  Tired, maybe?”

She shook her head. “I’m ok.”

He raised an eyebrow, but once again, he didn’t push it.  She was doing a really bad job at hiding all of this.  Her husband knew her too well.

By the end of breakfast, Ashley had only eaten one pancake.  She hoped it was enough to satisfy any suspicions Jin had, but she really couldn’t stomach any more food at the moment.  It felt strange, though.  This wasn’t how she remembered morning sickness being described, and she couldn’t recall Amber even having it when she’d been pregnant.

Ashley felt unsettled when they got back in the car.  Jin was giving her a look that told her he knew something was off, and it was making her want to just tell him right then and there.

“What is it?” she asked.

He rubbed his chin. “I don’t know…I don’t want to seem pushy if nothing’s wrong, you just…don’t seem like you’re feeling great.”

She blew out a breath.  Maybe she could settle for a half-truth. “I’ve been feeling a bit nauseous this morning…it’s not too bad, though.”

He frowned. “Oh, Ash, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You took me out for breakfast.  I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

“Do you think you’re sick?  Or is it something else?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

He hummed, reaching over to pat her thigh. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you feel sick again?  Is that why you ran off to the bathroom earlier?”

She nodded.

The car was silent for a few moments, the only noise accompanying them being the wind that was kicking the snowflakes around outside.

“Hey, you remember that time we had a snowman building contest?”

“You mean the one where you threw snow down my back?” Ashley asked.

He nodded, a wry grin on his face. “That’s the one.”

“How could I not remember?  I can still feel that snow.” She glanced at him. “Maybe I’ll get you back for that this year.”

He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

He squinted at her. “I won’t believe it until I see it.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

The exhaustion that had been bearable the previous night was nearly knocking her out this afternoon as she helped decorate Jin’s parents’ house.  They were having a few extended family members over for dinner, and as always, the house had to be in perfect Christmas condition.

“Do you need a nap?” Jin asked, resting his hands on her shoulders.

Even though she was at eye level with him, she felt small in that moment.  She was so tired, and she wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms in that moment.  She stared at him for a few moments, considering her answer to that question.

Jin didn’t give her the opportunity to answer, though. “How about we go lay down for a few minutes?”

Once the two of them were laid in bed, Jin spooning Ashley, she realized that she was even more exhausted than she’d initially thought.

“Are you falling asleep already?” he chuckled.

“Hmm…how’d you know?”

“You’re getting heavier on my arm.  That always happens when you’re falling asleep.”

“Ah.”

She didn’t even know what to say to that.  He was too attentive for her to keep this secret for much longer.  She rested her arm on top of his over her abdomen.

“I’m tired,” she admitted.

“I assumed as much.” He was smiling against her shoulder. “Take a nap.  We can leave the decorating to Tae and Amber.”

That didn’t seem very fair to them, but she was too exhausted to argue with him at that moment in time. “Ok.”

“Still don’t know why you’re feeling bad?” he murmured as he nudged his nose against her ear.  He wiggled his hand out from under her arm and reached up to rest his hand against her cheek. “You don’t have a fever.”

She hummed, too tired to give him an actual response.

“You don’t usually get this tired, even during the winter.”

“Mhm….”

“Ah, I’ve got it.  Mom’s cooking is so good it’s putting you into a food coma.”

She giggled softly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?  I solved the mystery?  Awesome!  Detective Jin to the rescue!”

His chattering was having a sedating effect on her today even though it generally kept her awake.  Though really, she wanted nothing more than to melt right into the mattress and fall asleep.  She was already doing that even now.

“We should really go shopping tomorrow,” he muttered.

“Hmm?”

“For Christmas presents.  We didn’t buy anything at home for anyone.”

“Ah.” Yes, she kept forgetting about that. “I had an idea.  Just needed to put it together.”

“Oh, really?  Care to enlighten me?”

“Mm…no.”

He sighed. “Oh, come on!  Why not?”

“Because it includes your present.”

“Well, that’s no fun.  I want to know now.”

“Christmas is in three days.  You can wait.”

She could feel him pouting against her shoulder. “That’s not fair.”

“Why not?”

“Becaaauuuse…I want to know.”

She reached back and poked him in the side. “Stop whining.  You’ll find out soon enough.”

He laughed. “Hey, I thought you were tired.”

“I am.  Your whining didn’t change that.”

“Maybe you should sleep so you’re feeling well when my aunt and uncle get here.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. “Mkay, I can do that.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Jin convinced her to join him for shopping the next day.  The mall was completely packed, and Ashley wasn’t sure she wanted to wander away from Jin.  She needed to if she was going to find what she was looking for, but she would probably lose him if they split up.

At least she’d finally found an idea.  She’d remembered something she’d seen once where the couple gifted everyone gifts to represent their new role.  Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, Grandpa.  It was smart, easy, and something she could do in one day.  And, most of all, it was cute.  It was an actual gift rather than just an announcement, which she liked.  She thought of it as a kind of souvenir to remember the day.

“How about we split up?” she suggested against her better judgement.

“Split up?” he groaned. “Why?  So you can make a little secret?”

“You know it.  I can’t let you know what your gift is before I give it to you.” She nudged his arm. “You ask that like you’re gonna tell me what my present is before tomorrow!”

“You’re not any fun.  Let me guess – you’re going to buy me another baking pan.”

She gasped in mock outrage. “Hey!  You weren’t supposed to guess that!”

He grinned wickedly. “I knew it!  I’m so good at guessing!”

She smacked his arm. “We’ll meet at the entrance in two hours, ok?”

Ashley hadn’t realized how ridiculously hard it would be to find what she was looking for.  She knew she should’ve planned this way ahead, but she’d had absolutely zero ideas until this morning.  She could only pray that she’d find something before she had to meet up with Jin.  If not, she’d have to come up with something else entirely before tomorrow morning, and she was sure that would not be happening.

She weaved through the stores trying to find anything that could work.  Eventually, she came across a onesie decorating kit.  It wasn’t what she’d been hoping for, but it would work, so she bought it.

It was two stores later where she found something that slightly matched what she’d been looking for.  She’d found some mugs.  Best Grandpa, Best Grandma, Best Aunt, Best Uncle.  But nothing that had dad on it.  Odd.  She’d just have to keep looking for something that she could give to Jin.

She was near giving up by the time the two-hour mark was approaching.  What on earth was she going to give Jin?  She was dragging her feet through the store when something caught her eye.  It was a shirt that read Best Dad in the Galaxy.  A cheesy Star Wars reference, that was for sure.  But it made her laugh, and she was sure it would have Jin laughing too once he’d gotten over the initial shock of the news.

So, after a surprisingly successful shopping spree, she met Jin back at the front of the mall.

“What on earth did you buy?” he asked with a laugh when he saw all the bags she was carrying.

“I’m not telling you!  You’ll find out tomorrow.”

He sighed heavily. “Fine…I’ll wait.  You found everything you needed, though?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t find anything for Kiki, but that’s it.”

“That’s ok.” He held up a bag. “Everything in here is just for her.”

Ashley’s eyes widened. “Man, you don’t even spoil me that much!”

He snorted. “Come on, it’s her first Christmas where I can actually buy her toys.  Let me spoil her a little bit.”

“I wouldn’t say that you’re just spoiling her a little bit, but okay….”

As the two of them stacked their bags in the back of the car, Jin sighed. “We really need to stop waiting so late to do our shopping.  I feel like we do this every year.”

“In our defense, we did host last year, so we were definitely busy doing other things.”

“That’s true.  Still, we could at least do some shopping on Black Friday.”

She patted his shoulder. “We can do that next year if it makes you happy.”

Ashley ended up borrowing some wrapping paper from Jin’s mom.  She hadn’t had the thought to buy any until hours after they’d gotten back from the store, so she had no other choice.  She was honestly just glad that she only had today and tomorrow to keep the secret now.  She could tell Jin was starting to get suspicious, and she wanted to tell him before he figured it out.  If she just survived today and tomorrow, she’d be fine.  She just needed to not get tired or nauseated.

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Ashley discovered a new smell that made her nauseous the next morning.  Coffee.  It was a rarity in Jin’s parents’ house, but someone was making it this morning.  Ashley stepped outside onto the porch the second she was out of the hallway.  And for some reason, Amber followed her.

“Hey there!  I haven’t seen much of you since the night you got here,” Amber laughed.

Ashley smiled, which was easier to do now that she wasn’t being assaulted by the scent of coffee. “Yeah…Jin and I have gone out quite a bit, I guess,” she laughed.

Amber nodded. “I mean, I can’t blame you.  It’s the season to go out and have fun.”

“Yep….”

It was silent for a few moments before Amber picked the conversation up again.

“I wanted to ask you if you’re feeling all right.  You’ve just seemed a bit tired recently.”

“Oh?” Ashley laughed dryly. “Yeah, I’m just not used to this much activity, I guess.  I’m not twenty-two anymore.”

Amber nodded. “True.  I feel like I’ve aged five years since having Kiki.  She’s so active, and I can’t keep up with her half the time!”

“Isn’t that what Tae’s for?” Ashley asked.

“Uh, yeah, it looks like it.  He’ll chase her around for hours!  I don’t know where he gets the energy!”

Ashley shrugged. “He’s always been full of unexplainable energy.”

Amber giggled. “He’s a lot more energetic than he used to be.” She nudged Ashley’s arm. “What about Jin?”

“Jin?  I’m not sure I’d say he’s energetic, but we don’t have a little kid yet.  He mostly plays video games when he’s home.”

“Well, maybe that’ll change soon.  You want a kid eventually, right?”

“Of course.”

Ashley was just hoping that Amber wasn’t onto her yet.  Out of everyone here, she was the most likely to realize Ashley was pregnant.  She’d been pregnant not too long ago, so surely, she’d recognize the symptoms.

“We probably should go back inside.  It’s pretty cold out here,” Amber laughed.

“I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Christmas Eve didn’t get much better.  The smell of coffee lingered in the house for the rest of the day, and Ashley spent the majority of that time at least slightly nauseous.  The problem really came when they started their celebration that night, though.  Jin’s mom had bought wine, and Ashley wasn’t sure how she was going to avoid questions if she didn’t drink any of it.  Jin and Tae both knew her all too well to not ask questions if she didn’t drink alcohol tonight, and she couldn’t think of a single excuse at this moment in time.

So…what was she going to do?

Simple.  She was going to try and avoid questioning by playing with her niece.

“Kiki, which one’s your favorite?” Ashley held up two of the toddler’s stuffed animals.

“Giaff,” Kiki replied, promptly taking the stuffed giraffe from her.  Then she stood up and waddled off.

“Hey!  Kiki, come back here!”

Kiara seemed to think it was funny to make her aunt chase her around the house, because she bolted straight down the hall as soon as those words came out of Ashley’s mouth.

“Come back here, you silly!” Ashley exclaimed.

Kiki had completely disappeared, though, and three of the bedroom doors had been left open.  She checked the empty bedroom first.  It was silent and nearly empty but for a bed and a nightstand.  Ashley walked around the bed.  No Kiara.  She knelt down and checked under the bed just for good measure.

Next, she checked her and Jin’s room.  It was the closest room to the beginning of the hallway, so maybe she’d wandered in there.

“Kiki?”

A little giggle came from behind the bed.  Ashley snuck around the bed.

“I hear you, Kiki.  Where are you?”

She rounded the bed to find Kiara squatted on the floor hugging her giraffe.  She giggled when she saw Ashley.

“Hey…it’s not funny to run away from your aunt, Kiki.”

The toddler seemed to think otherwise though, letting out another giggle as Ashley picked her up.

“We need to stay in the living room, Kiki,” Ashley informed her as she shut all the bedroom doors. “We’re not allowed to come back here alone, ok?”

Kiara just giggled at her.  Ashley mimicked her, giggling as she tickled Kiara’s stomach.  The little girl squealed.

“You’re just like your dad, aren’t you?  Very silly.  I didn’t tell you it was time to play hide and seek!”

Kiara reached up and placed her hand over Ashley’s mouth, and Ashley gasped in mock offense.  This only induced more giggles from the fifteen-month-old she was holding.

“Who taught you to do this?  Was it your dad?  I need to have a talk with him,” Ashley mumbled under Kiara’s hand.

“Ah Dada,” Kiara replied.

“It was Dada?  I knew it!  This is exactly the kind of thing he’d do!”

Kiara giggled. “Dada.”

“Should we go see him?”

The little girl wiggled against her hip, all the while not moving her hand off Ashley’s mouth.

“All right, let’s go do that.”

Ashley found Tae in the kitchen when she went searching for him, and Kiki was wiggling even more when she saw him.  She took her hand off Ashley’s mouth so she could lean towards him.

“Dada!”

Tae turned to her and gasped. “Kiki!”

She held her hands out toward him, dropping her giraffe in the process.

He lifted his hands up. “You want to come to Dada?”

“Dada!” she squeaked again.”

“That’s a yes,” he laughed as he took her from Ashley’s arms.  He rubbed her stomach. “What, are you not having fun with Auntie Ashley?”

Kiara set her hand against his mouth, and he bit down on it with his lips.  She giggled.

“Mm, Kiki tastes good,” Tae mumbled around her hand.

Kiara was letting out a belly laugh after that, bringing her other hand up to smack his cheek.  He gasped, his mouth falling open.

“Kiki!”

“Dada,” she laughed.

“I’m gonna have to get you now!” he exclaimed before tickling her.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Ok, what do we say to Auntie Ashley for playing with you?” Tae asked.

“Sae ‘oo!” Kiara exclaimed, the pronunciation of the two words completely butchered.

“You’re welcome, Kiki!” Ashley laughed. “If you want to play more, you can come find me.”

Kiara clapped her hands.  Then she gasped. “Dada!  Giaff?”

“Oh?  Is your giraffe missing?”

Ashley bent down to pick it up off the ground. “Here it is, Kiki!”

Kiara clapped her hands. “Giaff!”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

Strangely, playing with her niece actually had distracted everyone from asking questions for the rest of the night.  She’d done it.  She’d made it through Christmas Eve without anyone suspecting her.  She brushed her teeth happily that night as she anticipated the following morning.  It was actually going to be a surprise!  She’d succeeded!

“Hey, Ash, I’ve got a question,” Jin announced as he walked into the bathroom.

“Hmm?”

“Are you pregnant?”

She spun around to stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Well, I mean…I don’t know.  I was just thinking about it.  You’ve been kinda tired recently, and breakfast was making you look sick at least two days this week.” He shrugged. “You’ve also drank no alcohol while we’ve been here, which is pretty odd for you.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded.  Did she tell him now or stall for the morning?

“Why are you just asking now?” she laughed nervously.

He paused. “I don’t know.  I just didn’t want to ask you if it was just a day or two, but it’s been quite a few now.”

She cringed internally.  So he’d been thinking about this for a while now, then?

She set her toothbrush down and wandered into their bedroom.  Once she’d found his gift in the pile of presents, she headed back to the bathroom and handed it to him.

“How about you open this now?”

He glanced down at the gift in her hands before looking back up at her, a confused look settling on his features.  She nudged the gift towards him, prompting him to take it.

“Is this my gift?”

She nodded. “The one you’re opening here, at least.  You know I have more at home for you.”

He took it from her before cautiously popping the tape off of it.  His brows furrowed when he pulled out a shirt.

“Look at what the front of it says.”

He shook the shirt out so that it unfolded, a grin overtaking his face when he read what it said.

“Best Dad in the Galaxy?  Really?”

She smiled, embarrassed. “There weren’t a lot of options, ok?  I had no idea how to announce it until yesterday!”

He chuckled. “So you are pregnant?”

She nodded. “I’m honestly surprised it wasn’t super obvious.  I’ve felt really off while we’ve been here, and I’m not sure I was doing that great of a job at hiding it.”

“Well, it is the season for untimely sicknesses, so I’m sure if anyone did notice, they just assumed you were little under the weather.  Like I did at first.”

She smiled sheepishly. “So, I guess this was good timing, then?”

“When did you find out?”

She grimaced. “Almost four weeks ago now.”

“Really?” he asked, shocked.

“Yeah.  I was going to tell you a while ago…but every time I tried, the moment didn’t work out, so I gave up and decided I’d tell everyone at Christmas!”

He laughed in disbelief. “So…you’re like eight weeks pregnant, then?”

She nodded. “Just about.”

He pulled her into a kiss, leaving her a little breathless when he pulled away.

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

She giggled. “We are.  We’ll have a baby in July.”

He smiled.  Then he frowned. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me on my birthday?”

She winced. “I was going to…but.  We were out with the guys, and then both of us were tired by the time the night was over…it just didn’t feel right.”

“I suppose I can understand that.  That’s how I felt about proposing.  The time just never felt right.”

“I guess both of us are a little silly.  Neither of these things panned out for us, did they?”

“I mean, we’re married and expecting a baby, so something panned out.  Maybe just not the way it could’ve.”

Her next laugh very quickly became a yawn.

Jin chuckled. “Should we head to bed now?”

“Please.  Kiara tired me out this evening.”

The two of them were cuddled up in bed a few minutes later, Ashley’s head laid on Jin’s chest. 

“I’m kind of glad that you figured it out, honestly,” she admitted.

“Really?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah.  I wanted to tell you before I told everyone else, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Well I’m glad I asked, then.  You haven’t started brainstorming names without me, right?”

“Nope.  Got any ideas?”

“Seokjin Jr.”

She groaned. “Of course you’d say that.”

He laughed. “Ok, what would you name them?”

She hummed. “Maybe Luna.  Or Oliver.”

“Those are cute.”

“You like them?”

He nodded. “I do.” Then he went silent.

She tapped his chest. “Can we go to bed?  I want to be up for Christmas tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “Sure.  We can do that.” He rubbed her back. “See you in the morning.  I love you.”

“Love you too.”

※ ❅ ※ ❅ ※

The next morning is when Ashley discovered that Tae was passing his Christmas morning shenanigans down to his daughter.  It was only eight am when the toddler came waddling into the bedroom.  Tae and Amber were already over, apparently.

“A-tie.  Unca.  Wakey!” she was tugging the comforter off the bed as she tried to climb it.

Ashley rolled over. “Who sent you, you little squeak?”

“Dada,” Kiki replied with a giggle.

“Of course.” Ashley tugged the little girl up onto the bed. “It’s not nice to wake people up, you know.”

Kiki giggled again.

“All right, I guess it’s time to wake up,” Jin sighed. “Your Dada’s silly, Kiki, you know that?”

“Dada silly.”

“That’s right,” Jin nodded.

The three of them headed out to the living room a few moments later.

“Good job, Kiki!  You did it!” Tae exclaimed.

Kiki giggled and clapped her hands together.

“I think you shouldn’t be using your daughter against us, Tae,” Jin commented.

“I don’t see why not.  Isn’t it better than me waking you up, anyways?”

Jin rolled his eyes.

“All right, I want everyone to open the gifts from us first,” Ashley announced a few minutes later when everyone was seated in the living room. “It’s sort of a group gift, so you all need to open them at the same time.”

It wasn’t a minute later that they were all ripping open their gifts, and Amber gasped. “You’re pregnant!  I knew it!”

“Seriously?” Ashley asked. “How?”

Amber laughed. “I don’t know…the way you were acting just reminded me of how I acted when we weren’t telling people I was pregnant with Kiki.  Lucky guess, I suppose?”

“Hey, Kiki, you know what this means,” Tae patted her stomach. “You’re gonna have a cousin next summer!”

“Coosin?” Kiki asked.

“That’s right!”

Kiki clapped her hands together. “Yay!  Coosin!”

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Jin and Ashley sat on the porch that evening, swinging.  It was snowing gently outside, but the moon could be clearly seen from where they were sitting.

“Just think, next year we’re going to have a little baby with us,” Jin laughed.

Ashley grinned. “You’re right, we will.  Christmas will never be the same!”

“Has any Christmas been the same?”

She shook her head. “Not really.  I mean, we spent one Christmas here, and then we spent the next one with my family, and the year after that we went on a cruise, and last year we had it at our house, and Kiki joined us for the first time, and now we’re here again.”

Jin laughed. “With that pattern, it sounds like we’re due for a cruise again next year.”

“Not with a five-month-old, we aren’t!”

“Hey, it could be fun!”

“Nope,” Ashley shook her head. “It’s not happening.”

Jin snapped his fingers. “It was worth a shot.”

She laughed. “Was this a good Christmas gift?”

“It was a great Christmas gift.  The best one, I daresay.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you again next year.”

“Ok, let’s not get ahead of ourselves-”

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN writing this. Honestly, it went by a lot faster than I expected. I was going to post it in early December...but...that did not happen, clearly

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