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August {IV} Twisted in Bed Sheets Pt. 1

Previous: August III

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader, Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Non Idol AU

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Kissing, Swearing, SEX, MxM SEX

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Your first summer apart brings new romances to both Taehyung and your adventures.

Notes: Do we even like this story??? Also the playlist for this story is a banger.

Listen: dips, Daisy The Great; Meet Me At Our Spot, Willow, The Anxiety & Tyler Cole ; I Think He Knows, Taylor Swift; Kissing Other People, Lennon Stella

Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead

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To: [email protected]

From: Y/[email protected]

Subject: Internship!

OH MY GOD! I got the internship.

Which… I know means we’ll be apart this summer. Oh my god, we haven’t spent a summer apart in half a decade. What am I going to do without you?

Love,

Y/N

To: Y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Internship!

Congrats! This is huge! I can totally believe you got the internship. You deserve it. Your work is beautiful and you’re exactly where you need to be.

I will miss you this summer, and I will miss that you won’t get to spend time with my friend Jungkook who is coming up for the entire summer. He’s… special, and I think you’d really like him. I hope you’ll be able to come to the lake for a week, or weekend though that seems difficult since you’re staying in New York.

I can’t believe I’m working at The Confectioner’s Corner without you… What will that be like?

I’m so proud of you.

Yours,

Tae

To: [email protected]

From: Y/[email protected]

Subject: Re: Internship!

I haven’t heard about Jungkook. Who is he? What makes him special? That guy – the finance guy – asked me out. I said no, but he also got the internship so I’ll be spending time with him. I’m not sure what he expects … we’re not friends. Seokjin is coming to the city for a writing internship at Late Night with Seth Meyers, so that’ll be cool. I guess I’ll be showing him around the city, like you’ll be showing Jungkook around Lake Augusta. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out there this summer. The idea of missing an August with you and EJ is devastating. But what am I to do? I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get out the last week of August, will you still be there?

I miss you, more than I have in our year across the country from each other. Maybe it’s because we couldn’t make New Year’s work like we have in the past, or that our spring breaks didn’t align either…. I feel further from you than I have before, and that scares me.

Yours too,

Y/N

Manhattan

“The fact that you’re not willing to argue that you didn’t follow me out here is ridiculous,” you laughed, staring at Seokjin over your burger and fries. He’d come into town two days ago and this was the first time he was free for long enough to see you. He’d texted, frequently, asking questions about the subway and where he was living, finding that you were subletting pretty near to where NBC was putting him up.

“I did not! Where else was I supposed to go?”

“LA!” You suggested.

“Too much sun.”

“And New York in the summer isn’t too much sun?”

“Okay, that may be true, but New York is known for its comedy and late night. That’s what I want to do.”

“Which is wild because you’re not that funny,” you teased, and watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“You’re not that funny either.”

“How would you know?”

“What do you mean? We’ve known each other since you were born.”

“Yeah, but you know the version of me that hangs out with your sister and is somewhat contained when I’m around my moms’. You don’t know college me.”

“And who is college you?” Seokjin asked, eating the last of his fries.

“You’ll have to find out,” you teased. Why you were flirting with Seokjin was beyond you. Not once in the last two years had you made a conscious effort to flirt with him, but something about being in the city, alone together, made you desperately want to make him flush.

College had done right by him, making him more mature and fill out his lanky frame. His shoulders somehow broadened, while his hips remained narrow and tight. Seokjin had experimented with dying his hair, and was letting the light brown he’d chosen fade into his natural black. It looked more high brow than he intended, but fit in with the summer he wanted to have. He’d also figured out his skin care routine, and most of his juvenile acne had disappeared with the advent of face wash and nice moisturizer, which he did use regularly. He was looking…. And you hated to say it…. nearly as good as Taehyung.

And that was cause for alarm.

“Alright, then you’ll have to hang out with me.”

“Like either of us will have time. My internship has wild hours, and so does yours.”

“We’ll find time,” Seokjin assured.

“How was your school year?”

“Nice transition,” he commented. “It was good, wrote for the Flipside, made editor for next year.”

“Editor in chief?”

“Yeah, I’ve been working towards it for the last few years and the vote was unanimous,” Jin said.

“How come that wasn’t in your parents Christmas letter?” You asked.

The Kim’s, like your moms, sent out a lengthy Christmas letter every December documenting the successes of their families. It was easy for the Kim’s, who wouldn’t brag about the success of Namjoon and Seokjin, rising seniors at their respective universities, internships at the biggest companies and programs for their majors (English: creative writing & chemistry for Seokjin, civil & environmental engineering for Namjoon). Seokjin was asked to return this summer to his post as research assistant but declined in order to go to New York. He was only studying chemistry to assuage his parents fears for his writing career, and did genuinely enjoy it. Namjoon was on his own journey and already planning to get his masters or PhD at MIT or Harvard, he wasn’t sure which track he was going to apply for. Regardless, their parents could do nothing but brag about their sons. EJ always received a lengthy report as well, often detailing her sports journey but also bragging about her success at Stanford both in terms of swimming and her journey as an English major. She and Seokjin loved to compare notes, which really meant argue, about their curriculums and very different takes on classic literature.

Your moms on the other hand, had dramatically less to say. Not because Max and you weren’t succeeding, but when you looked at the plethora of activities the Kim children were involved in, it was hard to compare or compete. You were doing great, majoring in accounting and looking to transfer into the 5 year bachelors-masters program, which you could do in the fall since you’d taken over load courses freshman year, and a minor in American Studies which fueled your curiosity. They could write about how Max took his knowledge bowl team to the championships, and they did. But it was always a much briefer letter than the Kim’s.

“It wasn’t announced until end of term,” Seokjin explained.

“Oh, makes sense.”

“What are you looking forward to this summer?” he asked you.

“Everything, apparently summer in New York is it’s own special time of year, and I’m excited to explore it.”

“With me, you forgot that.”

“Why would I be excited to spend time with you?”

“I’m your favorite Kim.”

“You know that’s Taehyung, right?”

“Of my Kim family, I’m your favorite. I know you pretend it’s EJ and you tolerate Joon, but really, when it’s all said and done, I’m the one you’d pick.”

“Pick?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep, for anything, anytime.”

You weren’t dreaming, he was flirting with you too, right?

“I don’t think that’s true, at all,” you laughed.

“I think it is.”

“Just because you think something is true doesn’t mean it is, Jinnie. Your reality and mine are totally different.”

“So who was that guy I saw bothering you?” He asked, refering to the finance guy you had written Taehyung about.

“Ethan? He’s in my program. He’s deeply obnoxious and I can’t stand him, but he also got the internship so we’re stuck together.”

“If he gives you any trouble you tell me, and I’ll talk to him.”

“Are you my protector?” You laughed.

“Always,” Jin said, no humor in his voice.

“Fine.”

“How does it feel to be away from the lake for the first time?”

“I usually spend June and July away from Lake Augusta. So it doesn’t really feel that weird to me… ask me in August though, then I’ll be really homesick.”

“My first summer away was brutal. We worked long hours, Chicago summers are so humid… I missed the lake, I missed my family.”

“You missed me the most.”

“You were fine,” he said.

“You missed me so much you pranked me, remember? I have it in writing that you missed me.”

“I do remember, how could I forget?”

You wanted to ask if he was flirting but didn’t dare. That felt like a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Seokjin, having used his family credit card to pay the bill, stood and followed you out of the restaurant.

“Shouldn’t I walk you home?” He asked.

“You just got here, you don’t know the city like I do, or even the borough like I do. Let me walk you home and next month, when you’ve figured it out, you can return the favor.”

“Fair is fair,” he said.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrugged and led him to the subway.

Lake Augusta

“I can’t believe your siblings didn’t come this summer,” Jungkook said as he laid on a floaty in the water, eyes closed and covered by his sunglasses. The lake was shockingly still for the early afternoon. The neighbors and their loud kids and animals weren’t running amuck, slashing and screaming. Instead it was the quiet music Taehyung had playing from the dock, drifting over them with the slow motion of the water.

“They wanted to go to sleep away camp,” Taehyung answered, adjusting himself on his own floatie to allow water to rush under his back before suctioning to his skin. He pulled Jungkook closer so they could talk in softer tones, less likely to carry their secrets across the water or drift towards the other Kim residence which felt and was shockingly empty.

“And miss this?”

“They’ll be here in August,” Taehyung reminded Jungkook. “And then we’ll have zero moments of calm or privacy.”

“What do we need privacy for?” Jungkook asked, staring at Taehyung curiously. He knew why he wanted privacy with Taehyung, the stolen glances at parties, the lingering touches during study sessions… there was something there, and he hoped to explore it, if Taehyung wanted too as well.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung didn’t change his expression, staring absently past Jungkook to see if EJ was off work and coming to join them.

“When’s Jimin coming?” Jungkook asked.

“End of July.”

“Are they going to lose their mind that I’m taking Y/N’s job?”

“I think Clara will try to sleep with you, and Alicia will too.”

“I’d love to see them try,” Jungkook laughed.

“They’ll probably spend the first two months trying to pronounce your name and at every opportunity ask you to say it really slowly.”

“They’re hypersexual?” Jungkook said piecing it together.

“When it comes to you and me? Yeah. Last summer Clara had a boyfriend, I think they’re still together but it’s hard to keep track of her relationships. Everyone here dates incessantly.”

“So, they fetishize you and you don’t say anything?”

“I –

Taehyung hadn’t processed it enough to get to that conclusion but fuck if Jungkook wasn’t right.

“I guess, yeah. They do and I didn’t realize.”

“Do they do that to the other Kim’s?”

“Probably more so, they’re much more social than I am, and have been here forever. I should ask when they come up.”

“You think they’d tell you?”

“Of course, EJ’s my best friend.”

“Is she?”

“Kim! Kim Taehyung!” A voice came yelling from across the water. Opening his eyes and turning to it, a grin crawled its way onto Taehyung’s face.

He glanced at Jungkook and winked, a quieter way of say “I told you so”.

“Swim over!” He yelled back to EJ, who stood on the dock in her swimsuit, hair carefully threaded into a French braid. Despite the ache in her shoulders, she nodded her head before speaking.

“You gonna time me?”

“No, but I can if you’re really desperate for competition,” Taehyung remarked.

“Fuck off,” EJ said before covering her mouth, hating that she swore so loudly and so publicly.

“Come on, Jungkook’s dying to meet you.”

EJ didn’t need any more encouragement and slipped into the water. Swimming competitively left very little time for her to do other things. Even now, she was working at Pirate’s Treasure Chest, and swimming for two hours a day along with weightlifting and general cardio. She’s spent, exhausted and yet won’t hesitate to hop in the lake and swim the arguably small distance between her dock and Taehyung’s. She does it quickly, popping up at Jungkook’s chest and laughing.

“EJ,” she said, extending her hand.

“Jungkook.”

EJ stared at them, trying to understand if she was seeing what she thought, because the way Taehyung looked at Jungkook was the exact way he looked at you, and she knew no one else had garnered that kind of a response from Taehyung, ever.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she offered. “We’re much better as a trio than duo.”

“That’s because you have so many wrong opinions, it can be hard to do anything,” Taehyung teased.

“Shut up, you’re just sad that Y/N isn’t here to ogle at and have sex with.”

“Shut up!” Taehyung splashed her, hard.

“You’re an ass,” EJ said dipping back into the water. She disappeared for a millisecond before pulling Taehyung’s floatation device out from under him, allowing him to fall straight into the lake.

“So rude!” he yelled, coming up for air and making sure his sunglasses hadn’t floated away. He swam to the dock and set them down.

“I’m rude?” EJ asked, astonished.

“I see why you guys need a third person,” Jungkook laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N usually keeps the peace.”

“We can try to be peaceful, it probably won’t work, but we can try,” she said.

“A compromise? I didn’t know that was possible with you.”

“Jungkook is he like this at school?”

“Impossible?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, difficult to a fault. Insolent.”

“Wow, that’s a big word.”

EJ splashed him again. “I go to Stanford, dumb ass.”

“You’re a swimmer, right?” Jungkook said, trying to segue the conversation into something more productive than the insults he knew Taehyung could hurl at EJ.

“I am.”

“What’s it like being a collegiate athlete?” Jungkook asked her.

EJ stared at him, not expecting him to ask a thoughtful question while she tread lake water. It wasn’t that she thought Jungkook was an idiot, Taehyung made the habit of hanging out around intelligent people, it just wasn’t a question anyone had asked her before. They’d asked if she liked swimming, if she liked Palo Alto, or Stanford in general, but no one, besides you, had asked her what her actual experience was like.

“It’s really fucking hard,” she answered.

“Is it?” Taehyung was surprised. Hadn’t they texted nearly every day, done group facetimes and calls? Why didn’t he know this?

“Yeah, it’s so much physical work, and on top of the mental exercises of college, I’m burned out all the time. My mind and body are drained.”

“Are other athletes experiencing that too?” Jungkook questioned.

“Yes, I think so. I could pick a different major, but you don’t go to Stanford to study something easy… you go to learn and get an excellent education. Plus, my parents would kill me if I didn’t amount to whatever the twins are doing.”

“Twins?”

“My brothers, Seokjin and Namjoon. They’re accomplished in their own right, which is simply obnoxious.”

“Where do they go?”

“Northwestern and shockingly, Northeastern.”

“And they’re twins?” Jungkook laughed.

“Yep, can’t ever be too far apart so they went to universities with nearly identical names,” EJ said.

“Seokjin’s in New York with Y/N this summer,” Taehyung explained. “He’s got some late-night internship.”

“Yeah, and Joon is in Boston working on some engineering project. Honestly, he talks and it goes in one ear, out the other.”

“Are they identical?”

“No, fraternal. Jin is like…. KPop beautiful. And Namjoon is too but he’s like,”

“Taylor Lautner, Eclipse hot,” Taehyung said. “I’ll show you pics later.”

“They’re both really intelligent, and bold personalities. I’m sure you’ll hear gossip behind the mall.”

“The mall?” Jungkook asked.

“The mall is what we call all the shops in town, and you meet behind it before work to talk or gossip. Sometimes people hook up, or fool around before closing time. It’s the second-best place for gossip,” EJ explained.

“First is Pirate’s Treasure Chest, the put-put course EJ works at. Third is Gunner’s, the golf course.”

“If you’re lucky, you get friends that work at all three. The Confectioner’s Corner has some gossip, especially in ice cream, but it lucks out because the picnic tables where the gossiping happens is right behind it. So it ranks as number four.”

“The fifth best place for gossip,” Taehyung glanced at EJ to confirm. “Is Coral Mist.”

“Coral Mist?”

“The resort. The owners are huge gossips, so everything that goes down there is full of drama.”

“Before they went to college, Seokjin and Namjoon worked at Gunner’s, which meant we had three of the best gossip places covered. Now we’ve only got two,” EJ said.

“Oh, so you’ve gone from a triangle to a line?” Jungkook summarized.

“Exactly,” Taehyung said and winked at him quickly.

“When are your parents showing up?” EJ asked turning to Taehyung.

“Day after tomorrow, just my dad,” Taehyung said, though he was pretty certain he’d told her that time and time again. His siblings were going to sleep away camp, and sleep away camp was closer to the house than the cabin so his parents were alternating weeks that they were staying up with him. Why they needed to stay with him, he didn’t know. He’s in college, he’s technically an adult…. So why the oversight? He didn’t know, but he didn’t mind 1-1 time with his parents. He missed them so much at college. He missed his sister and brother, too, but they were old enough to pursue their own interests outside of Lake Augusta. If he was honest, he didn’t like the prospect of them getting caught up in the cesspool of drama that befell the town every summer.

“Better make the most of it,” she said, glancing not too covertly between the two men. Jungkook, with eyes covered by his sunglasses, was unreadable. But Taehyung? EJ’s known him long enough to know that he was mad blushing.

Taehyung wasn’t sure how to answer her, so he turned to stare at the boats speeding past and causing a disruption to the water they were swimming in.

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook declared.

“Same,” Taehyung agreed.

“Okay losers, go eat,” EJ turned around and began to swim back to her dock. “But text me later, we can watch a movie and make smores.”

Manhattan

To: Y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: August

Tae –

I don’t know that I’ll be able to get away for August…. Things are picking up here, and I’m busier than ever. I want to, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it home and to the lake before I have to be back for my job and the new quarter…. I want to, you know I do… but we might just miss each other this summer. Even writing it has me crying, and Seokjin will definitely make fun of me for having puffy eyes. He’s been hanging out with me…. A lot. An overwhelmingly large amount of time. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t tell EJ. I think… I think I might … like it?

Oh my god this is why I shouldn’t have ever learned about ellipses. I over use them. Fuck.

Okay sorry if that was a bombshell… but I don’t know what to do?

Yours,

Y/N

To: [email protected]

From: Y/[email protected]

Subject: Re: August

Y/N,

Don’t say you won’t come home… please don’t. Don’t do that to me… that’s torturous. I can’t…. a summer apart? I wasn’t ready for that.

I don’t think it’s weird that Seokjin is expressing himself, he’s clearly had a crush on you for years. Isn’t that what happens in The Summer I Turned Pretty? Or have you moved on past that fantasy? If you like him… like him… and if it becomes something, tell EJ. I brought a friend to the lake and… I don’t think it’s casual. But I haven’t made a move, and he hasn’t either. Is it weird to have something with someone at the lake that isn’t you? This has always been our place…

Yours,

Taehyung

To: Y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Re: August

Tae –

I know it’s fucking Jungkook you already told me you were bringing him. You want to be more than friends? Will you make a move?

Yours,

To: Y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Re: August

Y/N,

Sometimes I forget that we write each other almost daily… yes Jungkook. And you’re about three weeks too late… we’ve kissed… and maybe more.

Lake Augusta

Taehyung rolled over and found the bare back of Jungkook staring back at him. His mom had gone home the night before, and now that his parents were gone Jungkook could go back to sleeping in Taehyung’s full sized bed with him. He smiled at the expanse of skin, and wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s waist.

“Go back to sleep,” Jungkook murmured as he pushed back into Taehyung’s embrace.

“Okay.”

“Wait,” Jungkook turned around, eyes blinking slowly.

“Hm?” Taehyung’s voice was still coated in sleep.

“Kiss,” Jungkook said, and he leaned his lips down to meet Taehyung’s. It started as brief, a gentle kiss before falling back to sleep… but the path to hell is paved with good intentions, and soon Taehyung’s bottom lip was pulled between Jungkook’s teeth, and his hands were tugging Jungkook’s pajama pants down.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked as his hips involuntarily bucked into Taehyung’s hand.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I want to feel you,” Jungkook growled. “Want to be with you.”

Taehyung had discovered, this summer really, that he loved morning sex. He loved morning sex when it was with Jungkook, or frankly you if you’d ever gotten that far. But morning sex with Jungkook was becoming special. It never felt the same, not because they were young and adventurous (they were), but every morning they engaged in such activities, it always felt new. Every time Jungkook plunged himself into Taehyung, or Taehyung into Jungkook, it was like they’d never experienced each other before. At first it had been fumbling and awkward, the typical pitfalls of losing virginity with someone you really didn’t want to mess up with. It was messy too, which made a lot of sense for two boys, turned men, who had only read things online and not from experience. It got better, oh it got so much better, the third time, and the time after that…. They learned that Jungkook loved having his hair tugged and his nipples toyed with, while Taehyung enjoyed being mercilessly teased and edged, brought to the brink and not allowed to climax. He liked when Jungkook pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, how Jungkook could easily change the pace of his thrusts to bring out different desires from Taehyung. Unlike when he had slept with you last summer, the handful of times it had happened, he and Jungkook had more time to explore one another. More time to be together without parents or siblings potentially walking in… and they used that time to their advantage.

Jungkook spread his legs and waited patiently for Taehyung to slip a condom on over his hard cock, his own desire growing as he stared at his naked … boyfriend? Friend with benefits? He ran a hand through his hair before stroking his own hardened member to keep the thought of labels out of his mind.

“You’re staring,” Taehyung said as he lowered himself onto his elbows, lips finding purchase just under Jungkook’s ear.

“Am I?”

“Yeah, aggressively.”

“I like looking at you,” Jungkook groaned as Taehyung’s free hand traced ghostly shapes across his chest. He moaned loudly as he felt lips tracing down the column of his throat, teeth nipping at the skin as two fingers pinched his left nipple. “Tae.”

“What?” Taehyung had a cheshire smirk on his lips.

“Tease me more and I’ll flip you over and -

“And?” Taehyung said, hand slipping down Jungkook’s body to gently stroke his throbbing dick. “God you’re hard.”

“Tae,” Jungkook whined.

“What?”

“I want you.”

“How do you want me?” Taehyung asked.

“Slow, want to feel every part of you,” Jungkook answered, a whine leaving his lips as Taehyung continued to stroke him.

“Okay baby,” Taehyung slipped between Jungkook’s thighs, lips finding his lovers greedily. Finding his spot within Jungkook wasn’t too difficult, and he slipped in as slowly as he possibly could, desperate to bury himself to the hilt in Jungkook.

“Just like this?” Taehyung muttered, torturously thrusting in and out, savoring the tight embrace of Jungkook.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said through a slew of moans. His hands reached into Taehyung’s hair, pulling his lips down in a heated kiss. His moans got lost, so did Taehyung’s pace as they continued making love. Is it love when it’s two guys who are clearly into each other, but haven’t defined their relationship yet? It’s certainly more than sex… but love? Sure Taehyung loved Jungkook as a friend, but as more? Wasn’t love an emotion he had saved for you, and you alone?

“Tae,” Jungkook moaned loudly, pulling Taehyung back to the moment at hand.

“Hm?”

“You feel so good,” Jungkook said, and he smiled before dipping his head and licking Taehyung’s collarbones.

“Do that again,” Taehyung requested as his own hips stuttered, the joy and ecstasy of the simple gesture not lost on him. He loved how Jungkook’s tongue felt on his skin, across any expanse of flesh really. Whether it was trailing up his thigh, teasing his tip or drawing abstract shapes down his torso… the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue was titillating and gave him an insatiable want. All he wanted was Jungkook, all the time.

“So I was thinking,” Taehyung said the following day as he and Jungkook sat behind the mall, eating candies they’d purchased before their shift started.

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked sucking down a sour gummy worm. Taehyung watched the way his lips puckered over the candy, the want brewing in his gut as he stared.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

“Am I your, boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, repeating the question.

“Yes, are you.”

Jungkook tied the bag of candy. “Do you want me to be?”

“That’s why I’m asking,” Taehyung said. He glanced up and saw Clara walking towards them, having finished her shift and wanting to either hear their gossip or spread her own.

“Can we talk about this when the queen of town isn’t walking towards us?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, think about it.”

Taehyung stood from the picnic table and after saying hello to Clara, disappeared inside The Confectioners Corner.

“You know you’d be super-hot with tattoos, or like a lip ring,” Clara said as she sat across from Jungkook.

“I would?” He asked.

“Yeah, and like, blonde hair would be super startling with your features. You should think about it.”

“Okay,” Jungkook laughed. “What about you, getting inked any time soon?”

“Oh my god, I would never. Some people look good with tattoos, some people don’t. I don’t think I would.”

“I think you could rock it if you got the right one,” he told her.

“What would be the wrong one?”

“A Harry Potter symbol on your wrist, for sure.”

“I’m a Hufflepuff,” she declared.

Jungkook wanted to laugh again but knew it would be rude. “Or like, a butterfly on your lower back. Pick something classy, not something tacky.”

“An infinity symbol on the inside of my finger!”

“Sure,” Jungkook smiled, realizing this was as deep as a conversation with Clara would ever go. “If that will make you happy.”

Manhattan

Sitting on the fire escape, Seokjin couldn’t help but notice the way the summer evening light cast a beautiful glow across your features. He didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. You’d been spending a lot of time together, time that you would never be able to replicate. 1-1, no interruptions, and it had begun further fucking with his head. He knew you were his sister’s best friend, and practically his second sister, but the way you’d started looking at him over the last few weeks… the fact that he was leaving for Lake Augusta so soon and you were staying here for another two before going home briefly before school… it was toying with his heart so much more than he thought it would, or should.

“You’re staring,” you said, turning your head to catch him in the act. The light hit his features beautifully too, casting a sun soaked glow across them, he looked angelic and god-like in the setting sun of 9pm on a summer eve.

“Sorry,” he said, not wavering.

“Why?” You asked.

“Why?”

“Why are you staring at me?” You clarified.

“You’re beautiful,” Seokjin answered.

“Oh,” you weren’t sure how to take the compliment, because he’d been hinting at feelings for most of the summer, and you too, had done your equal share of flirting back. Taehyung was making out and probably sleeping with Jungkook, you were allowed to not have your heart tied to his. He wasn’t your boyfriend; he was just your first.

“Can I, can I kiss you?” Seokjin asked, barely above a whisper.

Your eyes went wide as you stared at him, not suspecting that he was going to ask such a bold fucking question, but also surprised that you weren’t repulsed by the idea. On the countrary, it excited you.

“I – yeah?” You said, unsure of your own answer.

Seokjin took your response and cupped your cheek within his palm before lowering his lips to yours. His kiss was soft, delicate as he waited for you to decide if you were going to participate in the act as well. It took your brain a moment to catch up, but when it did you kissed him back, hard. You could tell it caught him by surprise by how his posture changed, reacting to your decisiveness. He kissed back and pulled away when his lungs began to burn.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, realizing the gravity of what you’d just done.

“Yeah, fuck.”

Next: August V

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