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250311 writing wrap-up:  

worked on: Golden, Glowing, Glorious (Taekook x Reader) 

word count: 3155

 last sentence(s) written: “Keep going. We are just getting started."

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Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 6.1K

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics

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a/n: i know it's been waaaaaaaay to long but today is my dearest friend @melancholy-of-nadia birthday and she's the main supporter of this fic so i thought i HAVE to release something for her special day. anyways hope you all enjoy and every wish nei a happy birthday. also check out her fics they are amazing <3

Chapter 11

Your heart sinks a little, the memory of his warmth and the way he held you close last night still fresh in your mind. You run a hand across the sheets, almost like you are still searching for a trace of him, but all you find is the faint indentation from where he slept. The quiet, peaceful moment of the night before feels a little further away without him here. Maybe you imagined the whole thing. 

Sitting up, you glance around the room. His jacket is gone, and upon further inspection you see the door is slightly ajar, letting a sliver of light into your room. Maybe he’s just stepped out for a moment. You rub your eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess from sleep, but the empty bed feels more pronounced with each passing second.

A note on the nightstand catches your eye. With a flutter of hope, you reach for it, your fingers trembling just slighting as you unfold the small piece of paper. His handwriting is familiar, messy with the slight hurried tilt you’ve come to recognize. 

Had to head out early. Dewey is on a very strict schedule. Didn’t want to wake you. You looked too peaceful. Let’s talk later, okay? I really enjoyed the time I spent with you last night. —Namjoon

Of course his Budew would be the reason he left you alone. Your heart softens as you read his words, the knot of worry in your chest unraveling slightly. He hadn’t just disappeared without a word. Maybe he’s really giving you time to think. Kissing him definitely left you with more thoughts than you had before. 

But the ache of missing him lingers. You glance back at the empty bed, remembering how safe you’d felt in his arms, how easy it had been to fall asleep. The memory of his lips, the way he’d pulled back despite the heat between you. The same care he showed in pulling away is evident in his note now. 

You sit back, holding the note to your chest, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. As much as you wish he were still here, you know this is Namjoon. He’s giving you time to process, time to think, to make sure you’re okay with everything, just like he promised. And it only makes you appreciate him more.

You take a deep breath and slide out of bed, pulling on a sweater before padding softly across the room. You pause at the window, looking out at the world waking up outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun against your skin.

This seems like the perfect time to battle. For the first time since coming back to school you venture outside the walls of Mesagoza. The city stands quiet and dignified behind you, but out here, the path is alive with wild Pokemon scattered across the fields. You reach for a few Pokeballs, a habit more than anything else, tossing one gently to release Sriracha. They chirps up at you, tail flame bright against the soft dawn. 

After a few rounds of training, where Spark and Mac work up a sweat battling Pokemon, you hear laughter echoing from behind a tree. The laughter comes before you see them, loud and mocking, breaking through the morning quiet. You tense, looking around, and then two figures step out from behind a tree. They wear matching black uniforms with a bright red "R" emblazoned on their chests, signaling trouble. Team Rocket.

The taller one, with a smug, relaxed grin, crosses his arms and gives you an appraising look. “Well, well, look who’s wandering around all alone,” he says. “Looks like we got lucky this morning.”

“Yeah, talk about a jackpot,” adds the shorter one flashing an equally smug grin. “Oh, by the way, let us introduce ourselves. The name’s Wooyoung.”

“And I’m San,” the taller one adds with a dramatic bow. “Remember those names, because you’re about to regret crossing us.”

You raise an eyebrow, sizing them up with a smirk. These are not the top of the line of Team Rocket. That’s for sure. “So…Team Rocket, huh? Here to ‘liberate’ me of my Pokemon?”

San chuckles darkly, brushing off your sarcasm. “Oh, no. We’re here for something a little more interesting.”

Wooyoung steps closer, crossing his arms again with a look of feigned pity. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Yoongi’s ex, right? YN? Couldn’t keep up?”

“Yeah, it must sting,” San taunts, smirking. “Now’s your chance to prove you’re not as weak as he said.”

You keep your composure, a calm smile flickering on your face. Internally, you spiral for the slightest second before assuring yourself he wouldn’t say that about you. “If you think you’re intimidating me, you’re dead wrong. If it’s a battle you want, I’m ready.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes, sending out a Meowth and a Lickitung. San follows suit, releasing a Gyarados and a Dustox never letting his cocky smirk falter. 

You release Spark and Bones, and the battle ignites. Your Luxio dashes in, targeting Meowth with a charged spark, while Bones shrugs off the Gyarados’s attacks, hitting back with mud shot. Wooyoung and San exchange frustrated glances as you keep the upper hand, countering each move with ease. 

With quick, efficient switches, you send out your Sneasel to freeze Dustox mid-air with an ice shard, while Mac lands a decisive karate chop on Lickitung. Even Gyarados, their prized pokemon, falls to Bones’ final mud shot. 

San calls back his fainted Pokemon, visibly irritated. “Enjoy your little win. Next time, it’ll be different.”

Wooyoung’s expression is a mix of irritation and forced smugness. “Yeah, don’t get too comfortable. This is just a warm up. We will be back.”

With one last glare, they retreat into the woods, leaving you with the satisfaction of a hard earned victory. You can’t believe the first time you step outside the city limits you run into Yoongi’s father’s goons. Not wanting to risk anymore run-ins like that one you rush back to campus, footsteps quickening with each thought of Wooyoung and San’s smug faces. Without realizing it, your feet lead you straight to Yoongi’s dorm.

Before you know it, you’re pounding on the door. “Yoongi! Open up!”

A moment later, the door swings open, and there he is, looking surprised to see you. But you don’t wait for a reaction, brushing past him and already launching into your story. “I was training in the woods, and then two of your—”

You freeze mid-sentence. There, sitting on Yoongi’s bed with messy hair and an equally startled look, is Jungkook. The sight of Jungkook sitting there throws you off completely. You’re at a loss, words freezing in your throat as you look between the two of them. He glances from you to Yoongi, clearly wondering what’s going on. Silence fills the room, a tense beat of awkwardness hanging in the air. 

Yoongi clears his throat, a hint of irritation in his eyes as he looks at you. “Hey, I’m sorry,” he says, his voice calm but pointed, as if he’s trying to smooth over the tension. “I really need to…deal with this. I’ll see you later, okay?”

​​Jungkook’s face twists with confusion, but he rises from the bed without a word, sparing Yoongi a questioning glance before leaving, brushing past you on his way out. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving a tense silence in his wake. 

You cross your arms, turning to Yoongi with a raised eyebrow. “What was that about? Jungkook hanging out in your room?”

Yoongi sighs, running a hand through his hair. “That’s none of your business.”

You scoff. “None of my business? You can't just tell me that after I walk in and see him here, Yoongi. It looked…weird.”

He quirks an eyebrow, almost amused. “Why? Are you jealous, beautiful?”

“No,” you say quickly, folding your arms tighter, though something about the question makes your stomach flip. “Just…curious. Didn’t know he was the ‘stay-over’ type for you.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, clearly not interested in discussing Jungkook further. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you, alright?”

You frown, a hint of irritation flaring up. “Fine. You want to know why I came here, then?”

His expression shifts, his attention finally snapping back to you with a slight frown. “Yeah, I’d love to know. So what happened?”

You exhale, finally ready to get to the point. “I was training outside Mesagoza and two of your father’s goons showed up—Team Rocket. They somehow knew who I was and started trash-talking.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow. “Team Rocket? Here? And they knew who you were?”

“Yeah and they pushed for a battle. So I wiped the floor with them. They left, but it was unsettling.”

He falls quiet, jaw tightening as he processes everything. “I don’t like this,” he says finally, his voice low. “They shouldn’t be here, and if they’re using you to get to me…I’ll deal with it.”

For a moment, you see a flicker of something serious, almost protective, in his expression.

“They also told me you said I was weak and can’t keep up with you.”

“YN,” Yoongi says softly. Even as he’s trying to hide it you can see the hurt in his eyes that you would believe what strangers say. “I would never say that about you. I couldn’t even…”

“Couldn’t even what?” you ask, locking eyes with him.

He lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I couldn’t even…kiss Jungkook without thinking of you.” The admission hangs in the air, the weight of it surprising even him, judging by the way his gaze flickers down, avoiding yours. 

You blink, caught off guard. “You—wait, what?”

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, looking away as though admitting it aloud was harder than he expected. “Yeah. I thought maybe if I tried with someone else, it would…help me move on. But it didn't. Not even close. All I could think about was you, and it drove me insane. I don’t want anyone else, YN. I want you.”

The intensity in his voice throws you off balance. You feel your heart thudding in your chest, caught between disbelief and the undeniable truth in his eyes. “Then why even try with Jungkook?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi's gaze drops to the floor, his voice softer now. “I guess I thought I could force myself to get over you. That maybe if I kissed someone else…if I convinced myself you didn’t want me anymore, I’d finally stop feeling this way. But it was a waste of time.” He meets your eyes again, unwavering. "Because I don’t want to move on.”

“We can’t go back to how things were before.” You say sitting on the edge of his bed. “I already grieved our relationship.”

“Things don’t need to be like how they were before.” he says with more confidence seeping into his tone. “I don’t want you to run to me to run away from your feelings for other people, but if I can have you, even just a little…”

Your heart pounds, and before you know it, the words you should definitely not be telling him slip out of your mouth. “I kissed Namjoon last night.”

A flicker of something—surprise, maybe even hurt—crosses Yoongi’s face, but he recovers quickly. The way he pivots so quickly confuses you. “Yeah?” he asks, his tone casual, though there’s a slight edge. “So, who kisses better?”

Throwing caution to the wind, as you are doing too often these days, you let out a small laugh. You know that what you are doing is insane but the tension between you is electric. “Maybe I need a refresher.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, his smirk slowly returning. Without another word, he closes the gap between you, his hand reaching to cup your cheek as he leans in. The kiss is soft at first, almost testing, before he deepens it, fingers tangling in your hair as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. The familiar warmth and intensity spark through you, and it’s all too easy to lose yourself in it, just like before. He stands in front of you lightly pushing you back onto his bed until he is hovering over you, never breaking the kiss. 

Yoongi’s kiss is everything you remember—familiar yet charged, his touch possessive yet cautious, as if he’s both reminding you of what you shared and discovering it all over again. His hand trails from your cheek to your waist, fingers pressing gently as he draws you closer, his intensity somehow both grounding and setting you adrift. You can feel his breath catch, his heartbeat racing in time with yours as his lips trail from your mouth to the edge of your jaw, and a soft gasp escapes you.

The way he looks at you when he pulls back—eyes dark and searching, lips slightly parted—sends a jolt through you. It’s a look that speaks of all the unsaid words between you, all the times he tried to let you go and failed. And somehow, you know he’s feeling the same, torn between the desire to hold onto this moment and the awareness that there’s no going back.

“Still need that refresher?” he murmurs, his voice rough around the edges, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips.

You manage a breathless laugh, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you look up at him. “I think I remember now,” you reply, voice barely more than a whisper. “But I wouldn’t mind a few more reminders.”

His smirk deepens, but there’s a gentleness in his gaze that makes your heart ache. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours, his hand cradling your face as his thumb traces light circles on your cheek. “As many as you need,” he says softly, and it feels like a promise.

Yoongi’s lips find yours again, slower this time, savoring each moment like it’s something he never thought he’d have again. After several minutes you feel his cock pressing against your leg. Your hand trails slowly from his shoulder to his crotch where you grasp his length in your hand. 

His breath hitches, his hand stilling as he leans his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He lets out a low chuckle, almost as if he’s surprised by his own reaction, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers find yours, stopping you gently, and guiding your hand to rest on his chest, where you can feel the steady, quickened beat of his heart. 

“Are you mad at me for what I said yesterday?” He asks, avoiding eye contact.

“I kind of forgot about it when I started kissing Namjoon.” you say hoping to flare his jealousy.

“Do I need to make you forget about him again?”

You can’t help but smirk at the challenge in his voice. “You might have to work hard for it,” you tease, leaning back slightly, gauging his reaction.

His expression shifts, a mix of determination and mischief lighting up his features. “I think I’m up for it. Just know that I won’t hold back this time,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes.

You roll your eyes, your heart racing at the implications. “What makes you think you can just erase him like that?” you ask, trying to keep the mood light, though you can feel the tension building between you.

Yoongi’s hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. “Because we have history. I know what we had, and I know what we could have again. It’s different with you and me,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

You tilt your head to the side shrugging. He pulls you back in for another heated kiss. Yoongi takes your hand and returns it to his crotch. You wrap your fingers around him again, this time with a more deliberate movement, feeling him harden under your touch. He lets out a soft groan, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he admits, his cheeks flushing. The mix of vulnerability and arousal in his gaze makes your pulse quicken even more. Yoongi’s gaze darkens, a mix of desire and curiosity swirling in his eyes. “Did you touch Namjoon like this?” he asks, his voice low and slightly strained, sending a thrill through you.

You pause, feeling the weight of his question hang in the air. Instead of answering, you lean in closer, teasingly pressing your body against him, your lips just inches away from his. The tension is palpable, and you can see the frustration flickering in his expression, yet you keep your lips sealed, enjoying the moment of control.

Your hand dips into the waistband of his jeans stroking his cock while you keep him waiting. He is squirming under your touch and it makes you feel powerful. His fingers creep up the bottom of your shirt heading towards your bra strap. He unhooks it with one hand and you pull away just enough to undress your top half. Yoongi gazes at your breasts while he unbuttons your pants and slides them off leaving you in just your panties. His fingers quickly find your most sensitive area, teasingly brushing against the fabric of your panties. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but arch your back into his touch, your breath hitching in your throat. 

Yoongi watches you, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his fingers moving in slow circles, testing your response. You nod, feeling your cheeks flush as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“Tell me,” he whispers, his voice husky and commanding. “Did you touch Namjoon like this?”

You bite your lip, caught between the desire to tease him further and the truth you know he wants. Instead of answering, you reach down, your fingers working on the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down just enough to free him. The sight of him, hard and ready, makes your heart race. You wrap your hand around him again, feeling the heat of his skin against yours.

“Do you want to know what I did with him?” you ask, your voice low as you pump your hand slowly, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. Yoongi’s breath hitches, a desperate gasp escaping him as his grip tightens on your waist.

“Damn it,” he growls, clearly frustrated but unable to resist the pleasure you’re giving him. “Just tell me already.”

“Okay,” you say, leaning in to kiss him softly, your lips ghosting over his before you pull back, making him chase your mouth. “We kissed, but it wasn’t like this. He didn’t want to go further.”

Yoongi’s expression shifts, a mix of relief and possessiveness washing over him. “Good,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “Because I don’t want anyone else touching you like this.” He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every curve as if to stake his claim.

“But I want him to.” You reply taunting him. 

Yoongi's eyes darken, a mix of surprise and anger flickering across his features. The tension in the air shifts, turning palpable as he processes your words. “What do you mean you want him to?” he asks, his voice sharp but laced with something deeper—an insecurity he rarely shows.

You can’t help but smirk at the reaction you're provoking in him. “Maybe I want to know what it’s like to be kissed by someone else,” you tease, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear. “Maybe I want to see if he could make me feel half as good as you do.”

His grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer as he presses his forehead against yours. “You’re playing with fire,” he warns, but the way he says it, breathless and strained, only fuels your desire to push him further.

“Am I?” you challenge, your voice dripping with mischief as you let your hand wander back down to his cock, stroking him deliberately, feeling the tension coiling within him. “Or maybe I just want to make sure you know what you’re up against.”

“Trust me, I know,” he growls, his eyes flickering with both lust and frustration. “But you can’t go teasing me like this and expect me not to react.” He catches your wrist, pulling your hand away from him, but not before you notice the way he’s breathing heavier, the urgency in his gaze only intensifying.

“Then show me,” you say boldly, your heart racing with excitement. “Show me how much you want me.”

His hands move to do as you’ve asked when your phone starts blaring with the sound of a video call. You both freeze as your phone continues to ring, the sudden noise slicing through the charged atmosphere. Yoongi glances at the phone, and you realize it’s Hiyyih calling. Panic surges through you because you have to answer, or she’ll know something is up. 

You scramble to sit up, hurriedly pulling on your clothes, glancing at Yoongi as he watches you with that same smirk, equal parts amused and annoyed. You finally hit the answer button, plastering on a smile to mask the chaos in your head. 

“Hey, Hiyyih!” you greet, maybe a bit too cherrily. 

She raises a brow, immediately suspicious. “Where are you? That doesn’t look like your room…”

“Uh, yeah,” you stammer, casting a quick glance around. “I’m just…at a friend’s. Studying!” You almost wince at how forced it sounds. 

Hiyyih’s eyes narrow. “Right,” she says, clearly not buying it. Before you can think of a better excuse, you hear a voice behind you, smooth and unmistakable. “Hi, Hiyyih,” Yoongi says, leaning into the frame with a smug grin. 

Hiyyih’s jaw drops, her face flashing from shock to barely contained outrage. “You dumb bitch!” she exclaims, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “Get over here. Now.”

You feel a heat rising in your cheeks as you shove Yoongi’s shoulder, muttering, “Thanks a lot.” He just shrugs, looking far too pleased with himself as you sigh, returning to the call. “Fine, I’ll be there soon.”

Without another word to Yoongi you leave, making a detour to grab Hiyyih’s favorite coffee. When you finally arrive, you find her waiting with crossed arms and a gleam in her eye. She immediately drags you inside, pulling you down onto the couch as she demands the full story. 

Taking a deep breath, you start spilling everything you haven’t told her. You start with telling her how you went to Yoongi’s after Namjoon confessed and everything that has happened since then. She listens intently, only interrupting for clarification and a few times to scold you. 

“During the Kanto trip,” you begin, voice softening, “I kept telling myself that Namjoon is just some guy I met a few months ago, you know? I kept thinking I can’t let him distract me from my future.”

Hiyyih nods, listening as she sips her coffee, waiting for you to continue. 

“But…he’s not just some guy,” you say, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you think of Namjoon. “He’s a beam of light in my life, Hiyyih. He helps me do better at everything I love. He’s just…there, steady. He’s always there to help me when I need it.”

You pause, letting the words sink in as you remember the quiet moments, the way Namjoon’s presence calms you like nothing else. “I could tell him anything, and he’d always find a way to understand. No one’s ever been that patient with me before.”

She reaches over, squeezing your hand. “I think you deserve to let yourself have something good,” she says gently. “Namjoon sounds like he could be exactly that for you. And maybe Yoongi too… just in a different way.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, struggling to sort through everything. “That’s the other thing,” you murmur. “Just when things started getting more serious, Namjoon pulled back. Not because he didn’t feel anything, but because he… he said he wanted to take things slow. He wants me to be more sure of what I feel for him.”

Hiyyih’s brow furrows in thought. “He actually said that?”

You nod, feeling a twist in your chest. “Yeah. He said he wanted it to feel right for both of us. That he’d wait as long as I needed to figure things out.”

Her expression softens, and she gives you an encouraging look. “You know, that sounds like a good guy who really cares. He’s putting your feelings first, even if it means holding back.”

You nod, even though the ache from his words still lingers. “I know he’s right. It’s just… hard, you know? It made me question if I really am ready, or if he thinks I’m not serious about him. Which maybe that’s fair because I have no idea how serious I am about him. And then there’s Yoongi.” You take a deep breath, admitting something you haven’t said aloud. “Yoongi’s so different. With him, everything feels intense, immediate. Every time I’m near him it’s like a horny little demon overtakes my body. He pushes my buttons, keeps me on edge.”

Hiyyih chuckles knowingly, rolling her eyes. “That sounds exactly like Yoongi.”

You can’t help but laugh, feeling some of the tension lift. “Exactly. It’s exciting, but with Namjoon, it’s different. He’s steady, grounded. He makes me feel safe, and he brings out the best in me. But he also… I don’t know. He makes me want to be sure of everything.”

Hiyyih reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze, her expression understanding. “I get it. Yoongi’s like a spark, a rush. Namjoon’s that calm, steady light you can always count on. Maybe you’re drawn to both because they each give you something you need right now.”

You nod slowly, letting her words sink in. “I just don’t know how to deal with this without hurting anyone—or myself. Sometimes, I think it’d be easier to just step back entirely.”

She shakes her head firmly. “Don’t do that. This is part of figuring out what you really want. You’re allowed to take your time with this. You don’t have to make a choice right now.”

You look at her, feeling a small weight lift. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I just need to trust that things will make sense eventually.”

She smiles warmly, squeezing your hand again. “And no matter how complicated things get, I’ll be here, ready to listen whenever you need.”

You squeeze her hand back, grateful for her support. “Thanks, Hiyyih. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

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After leaving Hiyyih’s dorm you make a quick stop at your own dorm before heading to the library. Maybe focusing on your academics will ease your mind. The library is almost completely abandoned. This is typical for a weekend. You head up to the third floor all the way to the corner where you like to study. The soft hum of the library fades into the background as you spot Namjoon sitting in your seat. His nose is buried in a textbook. He looks up as you approach, a warm smile breaking across his face. 

Before you can say a word, he stands up and wraps you in a hug. The gesture startles you, and for a second, you freeze. This is kind of unlike Namjoon, but he holds you close, his embrace warm yet with a hint of something you can’t quite place. 

When he finally pulls back, he studies your face, his expression shifting from fondness to curiosity. “What have you done today?” he asks, his voice soft but still probing. 

Caught off guard, you stumble over your words. “Oh, ummm…just talked to Hiyyih, about a few things…” Namjoon raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. “Yoongi,” he says quietly, the single word laced with meaning. 

Your eyes widen, and before you can think of a way around it, the truth slips out…well, most of it. “I…I went to Yoongi’s room because I needed to tell him something.”

Namjoon’s jaw tenses, and he glances away briefly before meeting your gaze again, a strange mix of emotions in his eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left so early this morning.” he murmurs almost like he doesn’t want you to hear. “Maybe that could’ve been me making you feel good instead.”

The words hit you like a spark, and you feel your cheeks warm. You manage a small smile, tilting your head to the side as you reply, “You stopped me, remember?”

His eyes flicker with something unreadable, his expression taut. 

“So, you went to Yoongi?”

You bit your lip, feeling a sudden need to explain yourself. “I didn’t go with that intention, Joon. It just happened, and Hiyyih interrupted before anything really happened.” Namjoon sighs, the tension easing slightly as he looks at you with his familiar, thoughtful gaze. You feel the lingering spark between you two, a quiet urge to close the space between you. “We could…go back to my room if you want.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows lift, a small, surprised smile tugging at his lips before he leans closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh yeah?” He takes a half step back, raising a hand to his nose playfully. “But you smell like another man.”

You close the distance between the two of you, stretching onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“You could always wash the smell off of me.” 

Namjoon’s breath catches, and for a second, he just stares, his surprised smile fading into something deeper. His fingers brush your arm, lingering for a moment as he tilts his head closer, his gaze locked with yours. 

“You’re making it really hard to say no, you know that?” He murmurs, his voice low and rough. 

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips as you lean even closer, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt. “Then don’t.”

Namjoon chuckles softly, his eyes filling with warmth and something unspoken, his thumb tracing a light circle on your arm. But then he sighs, breaking the spell with a reluctant smile. “As much as I’d love to…I really do need to study,” he says, voice gentle but firm.

You let out a playful sigh, rolling your eyes. “Fine. Always so responsible.”

He grins, squeezing your hand as he steps back just slightly. “I have to keep you waiting somehow, right?” His smile softens, and he tugs you close for one last moment, his voice quiet. “But how about a walk after dinner?”

A spark of excitement flickers in your chest, and you nod, “It’s a date.” 

Namjoon’s eyes linger on yours, his smile warm and easy. “Can’t wait.”

With those plans you walk to a different part of the library to not be distracted by Namjoon. For a few hours you actually get some studying done, but that only lasts so long. You decide to head back to your dorm for a nice long shower. 

Back in the quiet of your dorm, you kick off your shoes and let out a long sigh. The shower is calling your name, and after the day you’ve had, a little time to unwind feels perfect. You gather your things and step under the warm water, letting the tension melt away as the steam fills the small bathroom. With every minute, you feel yourself relaxing, clearing your mind and enjoying the peace.

After your shower, you wrap yourself in a cozy towel, moving to your closet to pick out a fresh outfit. You settle on something comfortable, a soft sweater that falls just right, and a pair of leggings. You run a brush through your hair, add a touch of your favorite fragrance, and feel ready to face the evening.

With some time to spare, you sink into your bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone and enjoying the rare quiet. Eventually, you meet up with Jimin and Taehyung for dinner, their usual laughter and easy banter filling the space around you. They pick up on your good mood immediately, exchanging teasing glances.

“Looks like someone’s looking extra nice tonight,” Jimin says with a knowing smirk.

Taehyung nudges him, grinning. “You meeting someone after this?”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. “Just a walk with Namjoon.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange exaggerated looks, both of them clearly enjoying the hint of excitement in your voice. They don’t press you for details, though, and soon the conversation shifts back to their usual antics.

After dinner, you say your goodbyes and make your way to Namjoon’s building. The campus is quiet as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the buildings. You spot Namjoon waiting near the entrance, hands in his pockets, his gaze drifting as he notices you approaching.

His face lights up as you get closer, his smile warm and inviting. “Hey,” he says, his voice soft but filled with that familiar affection. His eyes scan over you briefly, and you catch the hint of appreciation there.

“Ready?” you ask, feeling a little thrill run through you.

He nods, offering his arm in a playful, gentlemanly gesture. “Shall we?”

You laugh, slipping your arm through his as the two of you start down the quiet path together, the evening settling comfortably around you. The campus feels different at this hour, quieter, like it’s just the two of you in your own little world.

As you and Namjoon walk, the chill in the air seems to intensify, biting through your sweater and making you shiver slightly. Hugging your arms closer to your body, you glance over at him with a sheepish smile.

“Why did I think this was a good idea?” you laugh, a bit embarrassed. “It’s way too cold.”

Namjoon grins, noticing your shiver. “Then let’s go to my room. We can hang out there where it’s warm.”

You nod, grateful, and the two of you head toward his building, slipping through the halls and up the stairs until you reach his door. When you step inside, a wave of warmth greets you, along with the unmistakable scent of fresh greenery.

Namjoon’s room is earthy and welcoming, a cozy space filled with a mix of plants in all shapes and sizes. There’s a large monstera in one corner, its big green leaves sprawling out, casting gentle shadows on the wall. By the window, smaller succulents and pots of herbs line the sill, all carefully tended to. A string of trailing vines hangs from a hook above his bed, which is covered in a soft, dark green comforter that matches the room’s natural vibe. Soft yellow fairy lights are strung around the room, casting a warm, ambient glow that makes everything feel even more inviting.

You settle onto his bed, sinking into the plush comforter as Namjoon grabs a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders, smiling warmly before sitting across from you. The two of you talk easily, sharing bits and pieces of your day, your voices quiet in the cozy space. Namjoon leans forward, resting one hand on your thigh, his touch gentle and grounding.

After a while, you find yourself studying his face, noticing the way his eyes light up as he listens to you, how his lips curve with a slight smile. Your heart beats a little faster, and you can’t help but feel a pull to close the space between you.

You take a breath, your voice coming out a little softer than you expected. “I really liked kissing you last night,” you say, glancing at him shyly. “And…I kind of want to do it again.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker with surprise and something warmer, his smile widening. He shifts a little closer, his hand still warm on your leg as he leans in, his gaze fixed on yours.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a quiet sincerity. Then, without another word, he closes the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s soft but filled with a quiet intensity. It’s like he’s savoring every second, his hand sliding up to your waist, pulling you a little closer as you melt into him.

The kiss lingers, slow and warm, his hand resting gently on your waist, pulling you close in a way that feels both comforting and electric. Eventually, though, you both pull back, breathless but grinning, the atmosphere around you settling back into something cozy and easy.

For a moment, you simply look at each other, the quiet stretch of the room filling the spaces where words would usually be. Maybe taking things slow is the best idea, especially with all that is happening and about to happen in your life. 

[daegudrama]

Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-3

Title: Stress Relief

Pairing: Reader/Jung Hoseok

Summary: Reader is having a hard time doing their choreography and needs a little special help to finish strong.

Word Count: 1266 words

The same track you’ve been listening to for the past hour continues to blare through the speakers. Every muscle in your body wants to give up but you can’t. Jung Hoseok is watching you, scrutinizing every wrong breath and look of your eyes. 

“You need to relax or you’re never going to get this right.” He yells over the music before crossing the room to pause it. “Let’s take a break.”

You sit against the back wall with a bottle of water eyeing yourself in the mirror. The ponytail you came in with is disheveled and sticking to your forehead from the sweat of your efforts. Sometimes you wonder why you are doing this at all. 

Hoseok sits beside you with a cute smile on his face like he wasn’t in serious dance teacher mode two seconds ago. He’s not your dance teacher but you trust his opinion far more than anyone else’s in this world. There aren't enough words to describe the amount of respect and admiration you have for him. Hoseok has earned his right to scrutinize your dances. 

“Can you help me relax?” You ask despite knowing you shouldn’t.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow probably surprised you are being this forward. Usually he’s the one that suggests this and it’s only been a few times. Whenever you’ve done something it’s been on his terms. You’ve wanted more but never dared to ask, afraid of ruining whatever natural balance you have now. 

He doesn’t answer your question, instead locking the practice room door and pulling down the blind. This isn’t the first time this has happened here, but it has been awhile. Sometimes being sexually frustrated makes it so you can’t dance to your full potential. It’s like you can’t even focus on what you want to be doing. 

Hoseok pulls out a yoga mat and unrolls it several feet in front of you. Without thinking you move onto the mat and stretch to a position where your head is on the mat and your ass is in the air. He kneels behind you squeezing your ass through the material of your spandex shorts. 

“Are you ready? Let me help you.” He asks barely above a whisper.

“Yes, please.” 

He removes your shorts and underwear in one fluid motion letting them pool at your knees. Hoseok trails his fingers over your bare skin sending a shiver up your spine. You can feel yourself getting wet in anticipation. 

His fingers are warm as they slide down to brush over your folds. Hoseok collects your lust on his fingers, spreading it around. The moment his finger slips inside you it’s as if the knots in your shoulders release. You sigh watching yourself in the mirror in front of you. The man behind you is watching what he is doing intently. 

With one hand he grips your hip while he uses his other hand to push his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Heat shoots through your body as he seems to know just how deep to curl his fingers. You try to keep quiet but small groans slip through your lips. 

Hoseok easily distracts you from the turmoil that was going on inside your mind as you danced. You are thankful he didn’t protest because no one can make you feel quite as good as he does. Lord knows you’ve tried. Something about Hoseok makes this kind of relaxing better and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the connection you feel to him or his experience. 

“Do you want to sit on my face?” he asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror with his fingers still deep inside your pussy. You clench around his fingers involuntarily. 

He has a small smile playing on his lips like he knows how those words will effect you. Fingering is as far as this has ever gone between the two of you. You haven’t even kissed him which was a little weird to you at first, but now you just accept it as part of whatever this is. 

You nod your head slowly and he slips his fingers out of you wiping them on the edge of his tank top. You kick off your shorts and panties before standing. Hoseok lies flat on his back and gestures for you to sit. 

Hesitantly, you crouch over his face not putting your full weight down. In the mirrors you can see your apprehension. You try to hide the look as Hoseok pulls you the rest of the way down. You worry that you will crush his face but that doesn’t seem to be on his mind. He immediately sucks your clit into his mouth, earning a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. 

No one has ever done this to you. Never in your life has someone asked you to sit on their face. Especially not in the practice room of your company. Come to think of it, you aren’t sure anyone has ever cared to bring you pleasure the way Hoseok does. Even if this is happening for an entirely different reason. 

Hoseok puts his hands on your thighs guiding your knees down to the ground. With a flat tongue he trails his tongue over your slit in a continuous ‘S’ motion. He stops at your clit spending extra time to lap at it. Your body tenses when he lifts you slightly so he can speak. 

“Let me show you how you’re supposed to move your hips.” 

The older man’s fingers grasp your hips and he lies his head back. You let Hoseok guide your hips, dragging your cunt against his wet tongue. He must be crazy if he thinks you are going to be able to learn anything like this. There is no way this is going to help you learn that combo. Hoseok continues to move his tongue against you as he moves your hips. 

You are focused on trying not to make noise. These rooms are not soundproof after all even if they really should be. In the mirror you can see the strained look on your face as your baby hairs fall into your face. You are a mess and the expert move of Hoseok’s tongue is not helping the matter. 

He flicks his tongue across your clit quickly. Hoseok releases your hips and you try to copy the movement he just showed you. He hums against you in approval, sticking his tongue out and letting you grind yourself against his tongue. You let all thoughts leave your mind watching yourself in the mirror as if it’s stranger. 

There’s something so sexy about watching yourself ride your friend’s face. The way your legs shake as you come closer and closer to cumming is something you almost want to record. You grab his hair tugging it as you ride out your high on his willing tongue. He lifts you off of him when your muscles give out.

“Thank you.” You say lying back on the yoga mat as Hoseok hands your shorts.

Hoseok hums without saying anything just watching you lie there. You put your pants back on but it's several minutes before you stand to try the combo one more time before you give up and work on something else. Or maybe more realistically you should go home if you can’t do it. 

Of course, like every other time you’ve done, you nail the combo on your first time. Maybe he is transferring dance powers through his appendages. Hoseok has a proud smile on his face when you look back at him. 

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[daegudrama]

behind hidden pages (m) | jjk

title: behind hidden pages  pairing: art student!jungkook x writer!reader(f)  rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; the canon idol au summary: after being ghosted by your boyfriend with him disappearing off to a different country, it's not an understatement to say that it really crushed your heart and eagerness to ever be in a relationship again. well, good thing is that it leads to your first ever bestselling novel and peacefully working at your best friend jimin's cafe! however, someone appears out nowhere to disturb your simple little life. enter: jungkook, a handsome young man with a hidden side to him who suddenly moves into the studio below you. when your paths collide and your heart is shaken by him, what more lies underneath the surface which will lead to more emotional turmoil?! warnings: no actual warnings for this pilot as it's very tame, but if I continue it, there will be: eventual smut (which you won't have to wait too long for it to happen), a lot of s*xual tension, a lot of smut, caught masturb*ting, dom! jk, jungkook's clingyness 50x, jungkook body worshiping reader heavily, exhibitionism, pwp, potential threesome, cheating (not jungkook or reader), best friend! jimin, ex boyfriend! seokjin, everyone's traits are slightly exaggerated/a bit out of character, a bit of angst note: loosely based on the korean novel and webtoon, trash's circumstance, i read it and thought this would make an interesting (and very messy, drama-filled) BTS AU but changed some aspects. i decided to write one chapter of it to see what you all think as a "pilot", and based on your response, I'll probably continue it. total word count: 5.3k drop date: February 16th, 2025 5pm pst ao3 link –

"A tenant will be moving into the basement today," Jimin says, his voice casual as he starts on an espresso order. The hiss of the steaming wand fills the air.

"The basement?" You glance up from your clipboard, where you've been noting inventory. Your fingers hover over the bags of coffee beans before you start counting them out loud.

"Yeah, so get rid of all your stuff down there," he continues. "It's all trash."

You pause mid-count, narrowing your eyes at him. "You do know there's one box that belongs to Kim Seokjin."

"I know," he says, unfazed, tamping the espresso with practiced ease. "So just clean it up."

"Because he's my ex?"

"Obviously."

"Rude." Jimin smirks, entirely unbothered, before his expression shifts into something borderline angelic. With a practiced smile, he slides a cup across the counter. "Your espresso is ready! And here's a cookie—on the house!" he says, voice suddenly dripping with warmth as he hands it to the customer.

The customer beams, thanking him before heading to their table, completely unaware of the menace lurking beneath that sweet façade. You, however, know better. Jimin has always been like this—blunt, sweet, and on occasion, bordering on heartless, but never without good intentions. You’ve known him since college, back when you were just another over-caffeinated lit student drowning in deadlines, and he was the pre-law major guy who somehow had everything together. He was charming in that effortless way—always quick with a teasing remark, but also the kind of friend who showed up when you needed him, no questions asked.

After graduating, while you floundered between odd jobs and your dream of becoming a writer, Jimin went ahead and made something of himself after working at a law firm. He opened this café, built a life around it, and when you were struggling, he gave you a place to stay. Rent-free, no strings attached—except for the occasional demand that you work the counter when he was understaffed, which, honestly, was often.

And now, apparently, he's renting out the basement. You roll your eyes, which Jimin catches immediately. "Y/N, stop spacing out and take out the trash," he chides, already moving on to his next order.

With an exaggerated sigh, you grab the garbage bags and push through the back door. The moment you step outside, the heat wraps around you like an oppressive blanket. Cicadas drone endlessly, their hum rising and falling in waves, amplifying the stillness of the afternoon.

As you toss the trash into the bin, your gaze drifts toward the basement windows. The glass is smudged with dust, the interior barely visible through the faint reflections of the street. The idea of someone actually living down there feels… strange. 

For the past three years, the basement has been nothing but a forgotten space, cluttered with boxes, old café equipment, and—most importantly—traces of Kim Seokjin.

It’s at this moment that Jimin’s words echo in your mind: Get rid of all your stuff.

He wants you to clean it out, but just the thought of it exhausts you. Maybe he needs the extra rent money, though it’s hard to imagine him struggling financially.

Still, why now? Why suddenly rent out a place that’s been abandoned for so long?

That space has been nothing more than a storage room—a place where things go to be forgotten, including the remnants of your past with Seokjin.

You met Seokjin when he was fresh out of college, preparing for his master’s in literature. He had this quiet confidence, the kind that made people naturally gravitate toward him. Handsome, soft-spoken, kind—someone everyone admired. And somehow, for reasons you still don’t fully understand, he chose you.

Not that you were insecure. You weren’t clingy, and he was always faithful. Your relationship was easy, steady—comfortable in a way that made you believe it would last at least three years of quiet stability.

Until one day, without warning, he left.

Jimin had dismissed it as a submersible breakup—a term he coined for relationships that sink silently, without a fight or a final word. Which felt, exactly like that.

It was during that time, while you were drowning in the wreckage, that Jimin, with all the money he’d stacked up working as a top-notch lawyer, decided to buy this building.

A quiet place in a calm residential neighborhood of Seoul.

This building which ended up becoming your home.

The second floor, where you lived.

The first floor, where the ”Butterfly by Jimin” cafe was born.

And the basement, once a roasting room and a storage space—now, supposedly, someone’s future studio.

Jimin had called it financial therapy.

"A new home, a new job," he’d said. "There's nothing like financial therapy to heal the wounds of a heart broken person."

You scoff, because he wasn’t even the one who was experiencing one of the worse lows of their life.

But a new home?

A new job?

It had actually worked. Maybe that, and the book you wrote in the aftermath—Falling Moon Under the Bridge—becoming a surprise bestseller had been enough to pull you forward.

You’ve come so far, running in the opposite direction of your past. And yet, the weight of it lingers, like dust unsettled in the basement.

With a deep breath, you turn back toward the café, deciding that you’ll clean it out later. Since your shift ended, you head upstairs to get changed before you meet with your publisher later that afternoon for your audiobook’s recording session. 

But just as you step inside, the bell above the door chimes.

A waft of something mild drifts through the air.

Fabric softener?

You glance toward the entrance just as a man walks in, catching only the back of him before looking away.

"I love the fabric softener scent, but it doesn’t mix well with the humid summer heat."

You arrive at the recording studio in the late afternoon, the faint hum of music equipment and muffled voices filtering through the hallway as you find the right room. This is where you’re meeting with your publisher, Kim Taehyung. 

Taehyung, like Jimin, is an upperclassman friend from college. Since you were both in the literature department, you worked on a bunch of projects together as literary apprentices under your old mentor, Professor Jeon. He was brutal, and pushed you both hard during undergrad. But looking back, you know it was worth it. His strict guidance and high standards helped shaped your writing today.

After graduating, Taehyung started working as an intern at a publishing company, and now, well, he's one of the head publishers there. It’s crazy to think about how far he’s come, but honestly, it’s not surprising. He always had this sharp eye for detail and a way with words that made his work stand out.

After locating the room, you step inside and are immediately greeted by Taehyung, his signature easygoing smile lighting up his face as he holds out a familiar yellow carton of banana milk.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice, Y/N," he says, his voice warm and appreciative as he presses the cold carton into your hands. "I really needed your insight on this. You always have such a unique perspective, and I didn’t want to make any big decisions without running it by you first."

You smile, accepting the drink and taking a seat in one of the plush chairs near the recording booth. Slipping the straw through the foil, you take a sip, savoring the familiar cold, sweet taste of the banana milk. "No worries at all," you reply, leaning back comfortably. "I’m actually really glad to be here. I’ve never sat in on an audiobook recording before. When does it start?"

Taehyung glances at his watch, his expression brightening. "Just in a bit! I’m having a friend of mine handle the narration. He’s got this incredible voice, and honestly, he was highly recommended by Professor Jeon. I think he’s going to bring something really special to the project."

As Taehyung speaks, you flip through the script he handed you earlier, scanning the highlighted passages and margin notes. Your best-selling book’s first half is from the point of view of a man named Haneul, who has a near-death experience and begins seeing a specific woman, Seo Yul in his dreams every night. Determined to find her in real life, he embarks on a journey that blurs the lines between reality and illusion.

You’ve always had a vague image of Haneul in your mind—his mannerisms, his voice, the way he carries himself. But could there actually be someone out there to fit his voice. The door to the recording studio opens with a soft click, pulling you from your thoughts. The sound of footsteps shuffles into the room, accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric and the clink of ice in a cup. A cool breeze from the hallway briefly sweeps in before the door closes again.

"Sorry I’m late, hyung," a deep, smooth voice says, tinged with a hint of apology but also a casual ease.

"That’s okay! Did you get here alright? It’s pretty hot out there," Taehyung replies, his tone light and forgiving.

"I drove and picked up an iced Americano on the way, so it wasn’t too bad," the voice responds, and you can hear the smile in his words.

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, you finally look up from the script.

And that’s when you see him.

He’s tall, with an effortlessly handsome presence that immediately draws your attention. His plain white t-shirt hugs his frame just right, paired with medium-wash jeans that look like they’ve been worn a hundred times but still fit perfectly. A silver lip ring sits on the corner of his mouth, catching the studio lights and glinting subtly as he speaks. His dark hair is slightly tousled, as if he’d run a hand through it on his way in, and there’s a relaxed confidence in the way he carries himself.

But what stands out the most isn’t his appearance—it’s his voice. Deep and smooth, it carries effortlessly in the room, each word deliberate and weighted with a natural lilt that makes everything he says sound intentional, almost melodic. It’s the kind of voice that could make even the most mundane sentence sound captivating.

You consider greeting him, but he’s already caught up in conversation with Taehyung and a few others in the room—people who seem to know him well.

You decide not to bother. It’s a hassle to talk to and befriend new people anyway. You’ve never been one to insert yourself into situations where you might feel out of place, and right now, it’s easier to just stay in your corner.

But then, a shadow approaches, lingering just beside you. You glance up, your pen pausing mid-scribble.

"Hello, Sunbae."

Sunbae?

The word catches you off guard. You blink at him, your mind racing. How old is he? You quickly do the math in your head, trying to figure out if he’s younger or if he’s just being overly polite. Either way, the title feels a little too formal, especially in this setting.

"Oh hi there, I’m L/N F/N, the author of this book," you say, offering a polite smile. Your voice is steady, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in your tone. You’re not used to being called sunbae—it’s been a while since you graduated, and you’ve always preferred a more casual approach to these things.

"Kim Jungkook," he introduces himself, holding out a hand. His grip is firm, warm, and there’s a confidence in the way he meets your gaze. "I heard you graduated from the school I’m attending. I’m an art major there. I’m looking forward to working with you."

You shake his hand, nodding slowly as you process his words. An art major? That explains the effortless style, the subtle edge to his appearance. But more than that, it’s the way he carries himself—like he’s comfortable in his own skin, unbothered by the weight of first impressions.

"Ah, it’s been a while since I graduated," you reply, your tone light. "And we weren’t in the same department, so just call me by my name." You try to brush off the formality, hoping to ease into a more relaxed dynamic. Titles always feel so distant, and you’d rather not have that kind of barrier between you, especially when you’re about to collaborate on something as personal as your book.

But Jungkook shakes his head, his lips quirking slightly into a small, almost teasing smile. "No, I can’t do that, Sunbae—" he says, his voice low but firm, leaving the sentence hanging as the audio engineer calls him over to enter the recording booth. He gives you a polite nod before heading inside, slipping on the headphones.

As Jungkook walks away, you glance down at your hand, flexing your fingers absentmindedly. The warmth of his grip still lingers, a faint echo that feels oddly significant.

Odd. That interaction felt strangely familiar, like a déjà vu you can’t quite place.

You’re certain you’ve never met Jungkook before—his looks alone aren’t easy to forget. The sharp jawline, the lip ring, the way his eyes seem to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts—it’s all too distinctive to slip your memory. And yet, there’s something about him, something that tugs at the edges of your mind, like a half-remembered dream you can’t quite piece together.

Your gaze drifts toward his plastic coffee cup resting on the table. The cup sleeve catches your eye, and you lean in slightly to get a better look.

Butterfly by Jimin Café.

Jimin’s café?

Wait—hold on.

Your breath stills for a second as realization dawns. The scent of fabric softener from earlier today, the fleeting brush of someone’s shoulder against yours in the crowded café, the low murmur of a voice apologizing as they passed by. It all comes rushing back.

Your eyes widen.

You lift your head, and across the studio, Jungkook is watching you.

With a smirk.

There’s something unreadable in his expression, something knowing, as if he’s been waiting for this moment, waiting for you to connect the dots that you do not know of. His lips curve slightly, and his eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze for a beat too long.

Shit.

You quickly look away, pretending to be absorbed in the script. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You flip a page, your fingers trembling just slightly, hoping no one notices the way your composure has slipped.

The recording session begins, and Jungkook’s voice fills the space, steady and rich, effortlessly slipping into the role of the narrator.

["From the brief meetings we shared, I found that she was a woman who walked on eggshells, carefully maintaining her image for the public, despite the wounds buried beneath layers of fabric, skin, and deep within her heart. The dead of winter held no meaning for her—it was merely a reminder of those who had already left..."]

You sit there, struck still.

His voice is captivating. Deep, intimate, carrying the weight of every word with precise control. It’s like he’s not just reading the lines…he’s living them, breathing life into Haneul in a way that feels almost too real. The room seems to shrink, the world narrowing down to the sound of his voice and the way it wraps around you, pulling you into your own story all over again.

The staff murmurs amongst themselves, impressed.

"His tone fits the male lead perfectly," someone comments.

"He’s got that quiet intensity," another agrees.

Next to you, Taehyung leans in, grinning. "Isn’t he good?"

You nod slowly, but as Jungkook’s voice continues to flow through the speakers—deep, smooth, and effortlessly intense—you feel a rush of warmth creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks.

Shit.

You force yourself to look away, fixing your gaze on the script in your lap as if it holds the secrets of the universe. But the heat lingers, stubborn and undeniable, prickling at your skin. You swallow, praying that no one notices—especially not him.

After the recording ends at 7:30 PM, you, Taehyung, and the studio crew spill out into the warm evening air, the city lights casting a golden glow over the streets. The group makes its way to a nearby restaurant, a cozy but lively spot with wooden tables and the comforting aroma of sizzling food. The hum of conversations mixes with the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Plates of food quickly fill the table—crispy fried chicken, steaming bowls of tteokbokki, and an assortment of banchan that everyone eagerly digs into. Pitchers of beer are poured freely, and the mood is light, the kind of easy camaraderie that comes after a long but successful day of work.

Taehyung, always in his element when surrounded by people, is mid-story, waving an onion ring around as he speaks. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his gestures are more animated than usual, a sure sign that he’s had a drink or two.

“The narration was amazing, right?” he exclaims, dunking the onion ring into a pool of ketchup with enthusiasm. “I mean, Jungkook just nailed it. Didn’t he?”

Mid-sip of your beer, you hum noncommittally, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah… well.”

Taehyung squints at you, his grin turning sly. “That doesn’t sound convincing.”

You set your glass down, shrugging a little too casually. “I mean, it was really good,” you admit, your voice a little too even, a little too careful. You’re not sure why you’re downplaying it, but something about admitting how much Jungkook’s performance affected you feels… dangerous.

Taehyung leans back in his chair, clearly not buying it. “I’ve been working with a lot of student interns at the university, and they say he’s ridiculously multitalented. It’s crazy that he’s not just looks,” he continues, his tone teasing. 

You give a small nod, but your thoughts are already straying.

Back to the recording session.

Back to Jungkook’s voice.

It had been deep, smooth, and filled the space in a way that was almost too good. Every syllable had weight, sinking into your bones like warmth on a cold day. Soft yet sultry. Intimate in a way that felt excessive.

Hold on. Do you have some kind of… voice fetish?

Shit.

Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass. The thought alone makes your face burn. You swore off dating—hell, you swore off men—and now here you are, sitting at a bar, spiraling over some junior you just met. This is bad.

Taehyung must notice the way your expression shifts because he suddenly grins. “So, Bookworm, what have you been up to lately?”

The nickname makes you blink. It’s been ages since he called you that. He’s definitely tipsy.

“Just writing, working at Jimin’s café, and sometimes I travel,” you say, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“You’ve clearly won at life!” Taehyung announces, lifting his glass like he’s toasting you.

“Won?” You laugh, shaking your head. “I just live a simple life, day by day. Lethargic and exhausted by passion.”

The words come out more honest than you intend, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to catch on.

But someone else does.

Jungkook.

You feel it before you see it—his gaze. When your eyes finally flick over, sure enough, he’s looking at you.

Not glancing. Not idly observing.

Looking.

Something about it makes your skin prickle. Not in a bad way. Not in a way you know how to name.

And yet, instead of breaking away, he holds it.

Your breath hitches.

You quickly turn back to Taehyung, willing your cheeks to cool, forcing your expression into something neutral. Jimin once told you that your eyes tend to wander when you’re deep in thought, but this is different. Why does Jungkook keep meeting them?

Is he curious about you? Just polite? Or worse—does he know?

Does he see how you’re reacting to him?

You shake the thought away, burying it under more beer.

It doesn’t matter.

You’ve been through enough to know that people like Jungkook—ones with easy smiles and a natural charm that makes everyone in the room lean in—are dangerous.

Because you’ve met someone like that before.

And it nearly destroyed you.

The alcohol isn’t helping now. It’s loosening your thoughts, making it harder to keep your guard up. You rub your temple, exhaling sharply, just as your phone buzzes in your pocket. You’re relieved for a distraction, until you see the name on the screen.

Jimin.

Of course.

You quickly stand, finger nearing to answer the call. “Hey, Taehyung, I’m gonna take this call.”

Taehyung raises a brow, his grin turning mischievous. “Jimin again? Man, you guys are always together. Are you dating or something?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Honestly, it’s more like family. He’s an annoying older brother.”

Taehyung laughs, nodding. “That checks out.”

You step away from the table, the noise of the restaurant fading slightly as you press your phone to your ear. “Hey, what do you want—”

“Why didn’t you clean the basement yet?!” Jimin’s voice is sharp, cutting through the buzz in your head.

“Oh, fuck.” Your stomach drops. “Completely forgot. I’m at a work dinner.”

“The tenant’s stuff is coming in the morning,” Jimin says, his tone exasperated but laced with concern. “Where are you? I’ll drive and pick you up.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “The Tavern Grill, near the recording studio.”

“I know where that is,” Jimin replies quickly. “Just come outside so I find you more easily when I wait for you on the curb. I’m on my way.”

“Fine, fine. Let me say goodbye first,” you mutter, already heading toward the door. 

As you weave through the tables, you can’t help but glance back at the group. Taehyung is laughing at something someone said, his arm slung over the back of his chair.

When you return, Taehyung gives you an exaggerated pout. “Jimin coming to drag you home now?”

“Something like that.” You roll your eyes, already grabbing your things. “He said he’ll pick me up.”

Taehyung laughs, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “Tell him we need to grab a drink sometime. My treat.”

You grin, saying your goodbyes to the others—some casual, some playful.

Then, just as you’re about to leave, you glance over—

And Jungkook is still watching.

His fingers drum idly against his glass. He doesn’t move, doesn’t call out. But his gaze lingers, like there’s something he wants to say but won’t.

Your stomach twists.

You don’t know what it means. And you don’t want to find out.

So you turn away, stepping out into the night.

Whatever it is, it’s not your problem.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Jimin walks ahead of you as you both descend the stairs to the basement. The air gets cooler with each step, but something else lingers—an acrid, stale scent that makes your nose wrinkle.

You frown. “Did you smoke before picking me up?”

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle, barely glancing back. “Wow, you really have a sharp nose, Y/N.” Then, without warning, he reaches over and fluffs your hair, like you’re some small puppy that just sniffed out the right answer.

You groan, swatting his hand away. “You know I hate the smell of cigarettes, Jimin.”

“I know, I know. Just… let it slide for today,” he mutters, tone quieter now. “Had a bad day.”

You don’t push. Not yet, at least.

The basement door groans on its hinges as you step inside. The air is heavier down here, tinged with dust and disuse. Jimin reaches for the light switch and flicks it—

Nothing.

He sighs. “Great. Power’s probably cut off for this room since we barely use it. I’ll go check the breaker.”

You pull out your phone, switching on the flashlight. “I’ll start looking through things in the meantime.”

Jimin eyes you skeptically. “You’re really gonna be able to see anything with just that?”

You give him a pointed look. “That should be the least of your worries. I just don’t want to be cleaning all night.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll be back.” With that, he heads back upstairs, leaving you alone with the stillness of the basement.

The dim beam of your flashlight sweeps over the space. Piles of forgotten things are stacked haphazardly—old college notebooks, loose papers, manuscripts half-finished and never revisited.

And then—

Your stomach tightens.

That box.

It’s been shoved far away from the rest, as if even in storage, you wanted it out of sight. But it’s still here. A silent, patient thing.

You step closer. Your fingers hesitate over the worn edges of the lid.

Then, with a quiet breath, you open it. Inside, time folds in on itself.

Your fingers graze the first thing on top—a faded movie ticket stub. The edges are soft, curling, worn from being thumbed over too many times in the past. You remember this night. Your night. Seokjin had held your hand through the entire movie, whispering sarcastic commentary in your ear, making you laugh so hard the people in front turned around to glare. You’d buried your face in his shoulder, giggling, and he had just smiled like you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Your throat tightens.

Beneath it, a polaroid. The two of you at some festival, Seokjin holding up a peace sign while you kissed his cheek. The colors have faded slightly, but you can still see how bright his eyes were, how effortlessly happy you had looked. You weren’t even thinking about the camera—just him.

You swallow hard.

All of these things mean something to you, or at least, they once did. But the longer you stare at them—the trinkets, the letters, the pieces of Seokjin woven into your past—the more you wonder if they ever meant anything to him. If he could leave so easily, so cleanly, then what were these memories even worth?

Can you really throw all of this away?

Your fingers hesitate over the box when you hear footsteps behind you.

Figuring it’s Jimin, you sigh, still lost in thought. “Hey, why didn’t you turn the lights back on? Is there something wrong with the breaker—?”

Before you can finish, you’re shoved, your back colliding against the wall with a thud. A strong grip pins you in place, pressing into your shoulders.

Your pulse surges.

“What the fuck!? Who are you—”

“Why are you rummaging through someone else’s shit, you thief?”

The voice is sharp, accusatory. And absolutely not Jimin’s.

Your breath catches.

And then, the lights flick on.

Your vision adjusts, and when you see who exactly has you caged against the wall, your stomach flips.

Jungkook.

Wait. Jungkook?

His dark eyes widen the second he recognizes you, hands retreating from your shoulders like he’s been burned. “Oh, fuck.” His voice drops into sheer panic. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t know it was you!”

You blink, still trying to process what just happened.

He looks mortified, hands hovering near you like he wants to check for injuries but doesn’t dare touch you again. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you okay?”

You exhale, still slightly dazed. “Ah… it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not,” he interrupts, eyes flickering with concern. His fingers ghost over your arms, searching for any sign that he might’ve been too rough. His hold, once bruising, is now careful. Deliberate. “I grabbed you way too hard. Are you sure you’re fine, Sunbae?”

You look at him properly now, still catching your breath. Damn.

His face is stupidly attractive up close, his brows knitted in pure remorse. His scent—clean, like fresh laundry mixed with something slightly musky—hits you all at once, making your stomach do something annoying.

He’s exactly your type.

And that realization makes this moment so much worse.

“You’re Kim Jungkook, right?” you ask, breaking the silence.

Jungkook straightens, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Wait… you don’t remember me?”

He sounds almost offended, tilting his head slightly.

You furrow your brows. “Sorry, I’m not good at remembering names or people for that matter.”

He blinks, then lets out a scoff—part amused, part incredulous. “Seriously? I recognized you the second the lights came on, but you forgot about me?”

Your lips twitch. Is he really pouting?

Whatever. You’re still processing the fact that you just got manhandled by this guy. He needs to take about five steps back.

You cross your arms, clearing your throat. “What are you even doing here, anyway?”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s expression shifts, his stance relaxing as he rubs the back of his neck. “This is my studio now.”

Your stomach drops.

“…What?” Your mind stutters over his words.

His studio?

Your eyes drift over the scattered boxes, the dust-lined shelves, the scent of old paper and forgotten memories lingering in the air. When Jimin had mentioned a tenant renting the basement, you’d barely paid attention, brushing it off as another small change in your life. But standing here now—with Jungkook, of all people—the reality sinks in with an unsettling twist in your gut.

This is his space now?

Before you can fully process the implications, footsteps echo from the stairwell, followed by Jimin’s familiar voice.

“All right, the power’s back on—” He stops mid-step as he takes in the scene, his gaze flicking between you and Jungkook. His brows furrow slightly, his usual easygoing expression dimming with curiosity.

“Oh, you two have met,” he says, a little slower than usual. “Y/N, this is Jungkook—”

“I’m aware,” you interrupt, still distracted by the realization. “We met earlier today during the recording session.”

Jimin’s brows lift. “Oh?”

“But what are you doing here, sunbae?” Jungkook asks, his tone shifting to something lighter, more casual. “Do you live nearby?”

“I’m cleaning out some of my stuff down here for… well, you, apparently.” You exhale, motioning vaguely to the clutter around you. “I live upstairs.”

Jungkook blinks. “Wait, seriously?”

Jimin, however, is less surprised. He crosses his arms, fixing Jungkook with a sharp look. “But, dear tenant, what are you doing here?” His voice dips into something more pointed. “Didn’t you say you’d be here tomorrow at noon?”

Jungkook barely flinches under the scrutiny. “I had something to check on.”

Jimin eyes him for a moment before sighing and letting go of whatever was on his mind.

“Do you want any help?” Jungkook asks, turning back to you.

Your pulse spikes. Oh, God.

The last thing you need is him digging through your things—especially the one box tucked carefully behind you. The one filled with Seokjin’s remnants.

“No!” you blurt out, too quickly. His brows raise, but you force a casual shrug. “I’m good. I’m just going to throw it all away anyway.”

Jungkook hums, glancing at the mess. But then, his eyes catch on something.

A photograph peeks from the top of one of your boxes, slightly askew. Before you can move to block it, his gaze sharpens, lips curling into something almost unreadable.

“Then I can throw it all away for you,” he says, voice smooth but laced with something just a little too amused. He meets your eyes with a slow tilt of his head. “You don’t need it, after all. This place is mine now.”

Something about the way he says it—the lazy drawl, the faint glint in his gaze—rubs you the wrong way.

Your stomach tightens.

Just hours ago, he’d been nothing but polite, apologetic even. But now? There’s something else beneath the surface. A hint of something sharper, something laced with an unspoken edge.

Is this actually his true nature?

This doesn't sit right—yet, at the same time, you can’t shake the curiosity gnawing at the back of your mind. You know better than to let your guard down, but part of you is pulled in, drawn to the enigma that is Kim Jungkook.

And so, without knowing how or why, you find yourself standing at the beginning of something unexpected.

This is how your story with Jungkook begins.

– TBC?

a/n: if you decided to check out this story, thank you so much! feel free to give me your thoughts, questions, theories (yes, kim jungkook is intentional in this story and you'll know why if i continue this series hehe). jungkook is also the same age as reader but still in college (because he started college a bit late due to enlistment). also happy belated valentine's day. i meant to upload on valentine's day, but i got caught up in trying to make this more detailed.

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heart on the window #4 (m) | ksj

title: heart on the window (m) pairing: ksj x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; roommates au / streamer/cam boy au / office worker au, childhood rivals to awkward roommates to lovers? au summary: Taking up Seokjin's challenge to star in his cam show, you go shopping with him to prepare for that night. However, a run in with your ex boyfriend has you questioning your life decisions and revealing your past even more. Though Seokjin knows how to make you feel better, and thus, the blending of boundaries between you too gets even more convoluted. note: i wanted to wait to release this chapter a bit closer to Valentine's Day hehe so here it is! I'm working on Chapter 5 which I'll release sometime late this month or early next month and then I'll put this series on a bit of a break just to let the finale simmer. warnings: mild language, camboy! seokjin mode, protected s*x, blindfolds, Ghostface mask, ASMR sounds, grinding, n*pple play, breast play, f*ngering, multiple org*sm, cowgirl, pet names, kinda falling into a bit of a headspace from the org*sms, calling jin "daddy", big d*ck, d*ggystyle, body worship, voyeurism, dirty talk, implied adult content streaming (camming), pet names, brat! reader, brat tamer! seokjin, aftercare drop date: February 10th, 2024, 6:00pm pst word count: 7.8k crossposted on ao3 here <- chapter 3 | chapter 5 -> - -

The knock on your door is sharp but not obnoxiously loud. You groggily lift your head from the pillow, the warmth of your blankets beckoning you to stay put. Still, the persistent rhythm of Jin’s knocking refuses to be ignored.

“Y/N, wake up!” Jin’s voice carries through the door, bright and insistent.

You groan, tossing your blankets off and dragging yourself to the door. When you open it, Jin stands there, fully dressed and annoyingly cheery for such an early hour on a Saturday.

“What do you want?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“Get dressed,” he says, grinning. “We’re going somewhere.”

You squint at him, trying to process his words through the haze of sleep. “Where are we going?”

He leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking far too smug. “We’re getting you lingerie, maybe some toys and sunglasses.”

His words hit you like a splash of cold water, jolting you awake.

“Excuse me?!”

“Lingerie,” he repeats, his grin widening. “You know, for the cam stuff. And sunglasses—because no one’s seeing your face, right?”

Your mouth opens, then closes as you try to form a response. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you stare at him, wide-eyed. “And the toys?” you finally manage to ask, your voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.

Jin shrugs nonchalantly. “Optional. But hey, might as well explore your options, right?”

You groan, already regretting your decision from last night. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you agreed to this,” he teases, pushing off the doorframe. “If you’re still down for this, then get ready. I’ll be downstairs waiting.”

As he turns to leave, you shut the door with a huff and lean back against it. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Still, there’s a strange excitement bubbling under your nerves. You pull yourself together, grabbing clothes and getting ready. If you’re doing this, you might as well dive in headfirst.

By the time you head downstairs, Jin is waiting for you, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, he flashes you a grin.

“Ready to shop?” he asks, his tone annoyingly cheerful.

“Do I have a choice?” you mutter, earning a laugh from him as you both head out the door.

“You do, but I doubt your pride would let you not move forward with this.”

And damn it, he’s right.

The drive to wherever Jin is taking you isn’t particularly long, but it feels eternal. The radio is turned low, playing a mix of pop and indie songs, none of which Jin seems to fully know. He hums along anyway, confidently belting out half-formed lyrics, occasionally sneaking a glance at you with that same playful smirk you’ve grown to hate—and secretly enjoy.

When the car finally pulls into the parking lot of one of the city’s larger malls, your stomach drops. Jin parks near a side entrance, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the neon sign of Spencer’s.

Oh.

“This is where we’re going?” you ask, staring at the window display. Lace, satin, and an unholy number of novelty items are all proudly showcased under harsh fluorescent lighting.

“Of course,” Jin says, cutting the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. “Gotta start somewhere.”

He thought you'd be more comfortable here than the places he usually goes.

You groan, slouching deeper into your seat. “Why? It’s not like it’s gonna stay on for long, right?”

Jin rolls his eyes, opening his door with an exaggerated sigh. “Wow, such romantic enthusiasm. I’m telling you, the right outfit sets the mood and the audience loves it. Trust me, I’ve done my research.”

“On what? The art of taking it off?” you shoot back, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He grins as if you’d just handed him the best setup of his life. “Exactly, and it’s an art worth perfecting.”

You step out of the car reluctantly, trailing behind him as he leads the way into the mall. The early shoppers barely glance at the two of you, but you still feel like a giant spotlight is shining down on you.

When you reach the store, Jin holds the door open like he is leading you into a fine dining establishment. “After you, my princess.”

“Ugh, don’t start with that again,” you mutter, stepping past him.

Inside, the store was exactly what you expect—half risqué and half ridiculous. Racks of lingerie are set up alongside gag gifts and posters of bands you haven’t thought about since high school. Jin, however, looks like a kid in a candy store.

“So, what’s the plan?” you ask, crossing your arms and watching him scan the store like he is devising a strategy.

He turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “The plan is simple. Find something you like—or that I like—and we’ll see how it looks on you. Easy.”

Your jaw drops. “You want me to try stuff on?”

“Obviously.” Jin grabs a hanger with a delicate black lace set and holds it up for you to see. “We’re not just guessing here. This is serious business.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, but you can’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

Jin just winks, already moving toward the next rack. “And yet, here you are, playing along. Now, do you prefer lace or satin?”

“I’m not trying anything on,” you declare, staring determinedly at the nearest rack. “I’ll pick one, and we can go.” Your eyes land on a pale pink lingerie set—delicate lace bralette with thin straps, paired with matching high-waisted panties edged with tiny satin bows. It’s soft and feminine, a stark contrast to anything you’d ever imagined yourself buying.

“How about this?” you ask, holding it up for Jin’s approval.

He steps closer, tilting his head to examine it like it’s a fine piece of art. “Hmm…” he muses, rubbing his chin dramatically. “Fine. Add these cat ears and tail, and we’re good.” He plucks a fuzzy black headband with cat ears and a ridiculous clip-on tail from the adjacent display rack, holding them out like he’s solved a puzzle.

You blink at him. “I—I’m not even going to ask.”

“Should we get one of these too?” Jin points toward another section, his grin growing mischievous. It takes you a moment to realize what he’s indicating: a realistic penis-like dildo on one shelf and a sleek, purple wand vibrator on another.

“Just pick one, and we can go!” you snap, your cheeks blazing.

Without hesitation, Jin grabs the vibrator, waving it triumphantly. “I’ll keep the other one in mind the next time we come by.”

You groan, muttering under your breath about his audacity as you head to the checkout counter. Jin pays without batting an eye, his casual demeanor doing nothing to ease the heat of your embarrassment.

On the way out of the mall, you both stop at a premium matcha stand. Jin orders two servings of soft-serve matcha ice cream, and you find a quiet spot near the fountain to sit and eat. The first bite of creamy, earthy sweetness is enough to calm your nerves slightly. Jin sits beside you with his steady and reassuring presence, though you can’t help but feel a flicker of unease lingering beneath the surface.

Jin keeps the conversation light. He teases you about your flustered reactions in the store, his laughter warm and infectious. You talk about food, what you’re craving for dinner, the list goes on. His easygoing nature is a balm to your frayed nerves, and you find yourself smiling despite the lingering unease in your chest. He’s always been like this, so good at making things feel fine, even when they’re not. And for a brief moment, you let yourself relax, even laugh. The sound surprises you—it’s been so long since you’ve laughed like this, freely and without reservation.

Things, for once, feel normal in your life. 

Or at least, they almost do. There’s a part of you that’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to disrupt this fragile peace. Just like the breakup and the layoff. You try to push the thought away, focusing instead on the way Jin’s eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his voice carries a playful lilt as he recounts a silly story. This is nice, you tell yourself. This is enough.

But it’s only when you finally feel a sense of some normalcy that you end up with a reminder of the past. 

When your eyes catch something. 

Something not unusual, but actually, someone familiar.

Him.

Out of all the malls in this damn city filled with millions of people, fate still tortures you by sending you that man to disturb your peace.

Out of all the malls in this damn city filled with millions of people, fate still tortures you by sending you that man to disturb your peace. The one who cheated on you—the man you’d given your heart to, only for him to shatter it like it meant nothing. You remember the day you found out: having just come over to Yunjin’s place for a small get-together. The way your friends hesitated to tell you, but did so anyway. How your stomach twisted as you scrolled through the incriminating messages and photos on his phone. The way your world seemed to tilt on its axis, everything you thought you knew crumbling around you. It’s a memory you’ve tried to bury, but seeing him now makes it all rush back like a tidal wave.

He’s with his friends you remember—Wooyoung, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong. They’re laughing, walking out of a nearby streetwear clothing store, and for a second, you think you might be safe. The fountain is kind of in the way from his perspective.

Maybe he won’t see you, you hope, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you can just disappear into the background, unnoticed.

But as fate loves toying with you, the fountain cascades suddenly stop for a brief second and then his head turns, and his gaze locks onto yours.

Your stomach immediately plummets.

Panic sets in, sharp and suffocating. You quickly look away, pretending to focus on your ice cream, but your hand trembles slightly, the spoon digging into the soft-serve without lifting it. Your mind races with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hurt, embarrassment—threatening to overwhelm you. Don’t look at him. Don’t let him see how much this still affects you. But it’s too late. You can feel his eyes on you, and the weight of his gaze is suffocating.

“Hey, you okay?” Jin’s voice pulls you back, his tone laced with concern. You glance up to find him watching you carefully, his teasing smile replaced by a furrowed brow. His eyes are searching, trying to piece together what’s wrong, and for a moment, you consider telling him everything. But the words stick in your throat, and instead, you nod quickly, forcing a smile.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you manage to say, though your voice wavers. You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself, but it’s no use. Jin’s too perceptive, too attuned to your emotions, and he’s not buying it.

His eyes narrow slightly, following your gaze toward the group of guys, and the ex-boyfriend that follows a bit further behind them. His eyes narrow slightly, following your gaze toward the group of guys, and you can see the moment it clicks for him. His expression hardens, his jaw tightening as he notices how tense you’ve become. “Who’s that?” he asks, his tone lower, more serious.

“No one,” you lie, but it’s unconvincing even to your own ears. 

He’s already connected the dots, and it makes your chest tighten.

“Doesn’t look like no one.” Jin leans back in his seat, his casual demeanor masking the sharpness in his gaze. 

He seems to already connected the dots on who that is.

“Want me to do something about it?”

Huh? 

You glance at him, startled. “What? No!”

Is he insinuating he’ll go confront them? Fight them? Absolutely not.

The worst thing that could happen is causing a scene.

He shrugs, taking another bite of his ice cream. “Just saying. I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.”

Wait, is he implying he wants to pretend to be your fake new boyfriend in front of your ex? The idea is so absurd, so Jin, that despite everything, a small, bitter laugh escapes you.

“What!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “You’re seriously unbelievable, Seokjin.”

“Yeah, but you’re stuck sitting here with me right now. He’ll believe it if he sees you’ve moved on,” he says lightly, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s serious about one thing—he’s not about to let anyone ruin your day.

And he somehow already seemed to catch on that it’s your ex, which fuels his eagerness to help you even more.

"Let’s just go home," you mutter, your voice tight as you stand, grabbing Jin’s hand before he can say another word. Without waiting for a response, you tug him along, weaving through the bustling mall.

Jin doesn’t protest. His long strides easily match your pace, though you can feel the curious weight of his gaze on you as you march ahead. The warmth of his hand in yours feels grounding, even as your heart races from the encounter you’re desperately trying to shake off.

Once outside, the cool air hits your face, but it does little to quell the heat in your chest. You loosen your grip slightly but don’t let go entirely until you enter the car.

Jin finally breaks the silence as you both slide into your seats. “So…care to tell me what that was about?” His tone is light but probing, a stark contrast to the tension swirling around you.

You fiddle with your seatbelt, avoiding his eyes. “It’s really nothing to care about. I just didn’t feel like being there anymore.”

Jin obviously doesn’t buy it, and you know it. He’s stuck wondering what the hell was all that inside the mall.

He leans back in his seat, studying you with an expression that’s a mix of patience and persistence. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you sure dragged me out of there like the mall was on fire.”

“It’s complicated, okay?”

He raises a brow, clearly waiting for you to elaborate further.

You finally glance at him, your voice softer now. “That guy, the one I was looking at…he’s my ex. The one who cheated on me.”

Jin’s expression darkens immediately. His jaw tightens, and his easy going demeanor vanishes in an instant. “I figured, but that’s the asshole?”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah.”

For a moment, Jin doesn’t say anything, but the way his hands grip the edge of his seat tells you he’s trying to keep himself in check. “You should’ve really said something earlier,” he mutters, his voice low. “I would’ve—”

“Would’ve what?” you cut him off, forcing a small smile. “Made a scene in the middle of the mall?”

“If it meant putting him in his place, yeah,” Jin says firmly. “I hate people who cheat on their significant others. No one gets to hurt you like that and walk around like nothing happened.”

His words catch you off guard, and for a second, you just stare at him. The fire in his eyes, the way his fists are clenched like he’s ready to fight—it's so uncharacteristic of him, but it’s also oddly comforting.

You let out a shaky laugh, leaning your head back against the headrest. “You’re really something, Jin. I am not going to send you out to battle him. I don’t even think you have it in you to actually throw hands.”

“Hey! I actually do. Plus we’re friends, so I’d fight for you whether or not I was an experienced black belt!” he retorts, his usual teasing tone creeping back in.

The tension in the car eases slightly, and Jin starts the engine. As Jin pulls out of the parking lot, he glances at you again.

“For what it’s worth, he doesn’t deserve a second of your thoughts.”

You nod, biting your lip. Deep down, you know he’s right. But that doesn’t make it any easier to let go of the past—or the way your heart still aches when you see that man.

“Thanks, Jin,” you say quietly, and for once, he doesn’t reply with a joke. Instead, he just reaches over and squeezes your hand, his silent support speaking louder than words. “Let’s just forget this shit even happened.”

In the late evening, you stand in front of your bedroom mirror, adjusting the pink lingerie you picked out earlier. The delicate lace clings to your curves, and the satin ribbon at the bust feels both alluring and slightly foreign against your skin. You tug at the hem, trying to feel less exposed, but there’s no denying you look good.

The memory of seeing your ex at the mall lingers, an unwelcome weight in the back of your mind. But you shake your head, willing yourself to push it aside. This is about moving on, you remind yourself. Tonight is an opportunity to let go of that baggage—to embrace something different, something new.

Just as you’re finishing, Jin knocks on your door.

“You ready?” His voice carries through, casual and tinged with amusement.

Opening the door slightly, you peek out, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Yeah, but I just realized I forgot to buy sunglasses...”

He grins, leaning casually against the doorframe. “No worries. I’ve got a solution.”

You raise a brow, suspicious. “What kind of solution?”

Jin steps back, revealing a folded black blindfold in his hand. “You’ll wear this,” he explains with a mischievous smirk, holding it up like he’s offering a priceless artifact.

You blink. “And what about you?”

He reaches behind his back, pulling out a white Ghostface mask with exaggerated, hollowed-out eyes. “This bad boy right here.”

The sight of it makes you laugh despite yourself. “Are you serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack,” he says, slipping the mask over his head to demonstrate. His voice comes out slightly muffled, but the effect is as ridiculous as you’d expect. “See? Anonymity secured.”

You cover your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. “Okay, okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

“Good. Now put this on,” Jin says, handing you the blindfold.

You take it, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement bubble in your chest. “You know, this is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever agreed to.”

Jin tilts his head, the mask amplifying the humor in his movements. “And yet here you are, willingly about to do it with a guy wearing a Ghostface mask. Makes you wonder, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you tie the blindfold securely around your head, the world plunging into darkness. “Just don’t let me trip and fall on the way to your room, okay?”

“Alright, Princess,” Jin says, his tone teasing but soft. “I’ve got you.”

The stream begins, the faint hum of Jin’s microphone blending with the soft, ambient music he always uses to set the mood. The chat is already alive, comments flooding the screen with excitement and curiosity about the unexpected collaboration. Jin adjusts the camera slightly, making sure the angle is just right, then sits back on the plush chair.

“Alright, everyone,” his voice is smooth and playful, the confident persona of BigTunaMan in full swing. “Tonight’s stream is... a little different.”

The chat erupts in a frenzy: “Collab?!”“Who’s the guest?!”“OMG, BigTuna never does collabs!”

Jin chuckles, leaning forward to read some of the comments. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t usually do this, but let’s call it an experiment. Be nice, alright? I’d like to introduce you all to Princess Peach—well, just Princess for short.”

You fidget nervously, sitting just out of frame, your blindfold securely in place. Hearing his voice take on that teasing tone meant for his audience is surreal. The anonymity offered by the blindfold feels like a small comfort, but you’re acutely aware of the way the lace lingerie hugs your body. “Say hi, Princess,” Jin says, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

You manage a small wave in the general direction of the camera. “H-Hi...”

The chat explodes: “OMG she’s shy!”“Princess Peach for real!”“Is she wearing pink?!”

“She’s still warming up to this whole thing,” Jin says, his tone affectionate, like he’s easing a shy partner into a dance. “So be patient with her.”

He taps your hand lightly, signaling for you to move. “Now, Princess, come here,” he says, patting his lap. “You’re gonna sit right here, facing the camera.”

You hesitate for a moment, your breath catching. But then you remember why you’re doing this—to move on, to try something bold and different, to make some money out of this.

And also, because this is a challenge started by Seokjin. 

You can’t lose.

You carefully maneuver onto his lap with his help. Your body tenses as you adjust yourself, facing the camera as he instructed.

“That’s it,” Jin murmurs, his hands lightly settling on your hips to steady you. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt through you, but you stay composed. “Comfortable?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, though your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest.

He leans closer, his masked face just beside your ear, and the audience catches the subtle intimacy of the moment. “Relax,” he says softly, but with a playful edge meant for his viewers. “You’re doing great, Princess.”

The chat goes wild: “This is SO hot.”“She’s adorable omg.”“BigTuna spoiling us fr.”

Jin tilts his head slightly, addressing the camera with his usual charisma. “Alright, everyone, let’s get started.” His hands stay on your hips, his touch firm but not overbearing. He pauses to let the tension build, letting the audience bask in the new dynamic unfolding before them.

His hands begin to move tentatively, his palms brushing against the thin lace covering your chest. His touch is measured, deliberate, as if testing both your comfort and his own. You can feel the hesitation in his movements, though there’s a hint of determination beneath it. Your breath catches as his fingers trace along the edge of the fabric, the warmth of his hands seeping into your skin. You shift slightly in his lap, feeling vulnerable in the moment by the fact that you’re in front of a camera. 

Though you can’t see the audience through the blindfold.

A split second makes you question what are you even doing as this all feels so jarring. 

Maybe it’s the nerves and exhilaration talking since you’ve never done anything like this before. 

The faint hum of the stream setup, the occasional sound of Jin chuckling at comments while touching you all over—it all feels surreal. 

Yet, there’s a strange thrill in feeling the pleasure and knowing you’re putting on a show, even if your face is hidden.

“You’re doing great,” Jin murmurs, his voice low and velvety, just loud enough for the microphone to pick up. His hands grow bolder, cupping your breasts fully now, his thumbs brushing over the peaks through the fabric.

A soft sound escapes your lips before you can stop it, and your cheeks burn beneath the blindfold. You try to stifle the noise, but Jin’s hands don’t falter. If anything, he seems encouraged.

“Princess,” he says softly, a teasing edge to his tone. “I’m reading the chat, and I think the audience likes you already.”

The chat explodes with responses: “Ahhh she’s perfect omg.”“Her sounds are so hot....”“I want them both”“BigTuna really hit the jackpot!”

You swallow hard, your mind racing. 

They’re watching. They’re really watching. 

The thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a wave of heat through your body. You try to focus on Jin’s hands, on the way he touches you. It’s oddly... comforting, like he’s touching something delicate with so much care.

“Relax,” Jin whispers, leaning closer so his breath brushes your ear. “You’re doing better than I thought you would.”

“Better than you thought?” you mumble, your voice shaking with a mix of nervousness and teasing defiance.

Jin chuckles, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate movements. “Yeah, you’re playing the role perfectly. Such a good princess.”

The praise sends another jolt through you, and you can’t help but arch slightly into his touch, the tension in your body loosening bit by bit.

Maybe you can do this.

Oh?

You surprise yourself with the realization. 

Maybe this isn’t as terrifying as you thought.

Your sounds become less restrained, the initial shyness giving way to something more natural. You can feel Jin relaxing too, his hands moving with more confidence now, as though he’s settling into a rhythm.

“See?” Jin says softly, his lips close to your ear. “You’re feeling more comfortable now, aren’t you.”

The words make your heart race, but they also spark something else: a sense of pride. You tilt your head slightly, letting out a breathy laugh. “You’re embarrassing me,”

“Really, now?”

Jin’s hands glide down your sides, his touch firm yet gentle as he finds their place on your hips. You feel his grip tighten slightly, steadying you as he guides your legs apart. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, amplifying the sensation and making you hyper-aware of every single movement.

“A-Ah!”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, meant more for you than the stream. The chat goes wild, flooding the screen with reactions.

Jin shifts his position slightly, leaning in closer, and his hand drifts between your thighs. His fingertips brush lightly over the delicate fabric of your lace panties, and the teasing touch alone sends a shiver up your spine. Then, he presses against your clit through the fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Your body reacts instinctively, a mix of retreating from the sudden surge of pleasure and seeking it out again. Your hips jerk slightly, causing you to grind against his hand and inadvertently press back against him. The dual sensations overwhelm you, pulling a soft whimper from your lips.

“It’s okay,” Jin whispers, his voice soothing yet commanding. “Just let me take care of you.”

He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, sliding the lace to the side and exposing your slick heat to him and the virtual audience watching you two. For a moment, he hesitates, his hand hovering as if savoring the anticipation. Then, with agonizing slowness, he slides two fingers into your warmth.

“O-Oh.. fuck…”

The stretch is perfect, his fingers curling slightly to find that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your head falls back against his shoulder as your breath catches, a low moan escaping your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, just loud enough for the mic to pick up. 

The chat explodes again: “OMG, BigTuna has skills.”“I want to be the Princess pls”“Fuck, this is getting to me!!”

His fingers move expertly, curling and scissoring as he works you open, his thumb pressing against your clit in tandem with his movements. The combination is overwhelming, the pleasure building in waves that make it impossible to think straight.

Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as your body chases the release it so desperately needs. Jin leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he breathes. “So responsive... I could do this to you all night.”

Your hands grip his thighs for support, your nails digging into him as you try to ground yourself. The sounds of your moans, the wet noises of his fingers moving inside you, and Jin’s whispered praises fill the room, creating a symphony of raw intimacy.

The blindfold amplifies every sensation, the lack of sight sharpening the sensitivity of your other senses. Jin’s fingers, already skilled, now feel like they’re working magic, their unique shape brushing and curling against spots inside you that send electric currents coursing through your entire body. The added vulnerability, the warmth of his chest against your back, and his deliberate, practiced movements have you teetering on the edge of control.

You feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling in his grasp. Jin’s voice cuts through the haze, low and commanding. “That’s it, Princess. Let go for me. Let them see how good you are.” When Jin's low, commanding voice cuts through the fog, telling you to let go, it feels like a trigger being pulled. Your body reacts instinctively, trembling as waves of ecstasy wash over you. 

“Aah!”

You come undone, the climax hitting so hard and fast that it leaves you breathless. A gush escapes, but thankfully it doesn't spray, leaving just a warm mess against Jin’s hand and thighs.

“Holy shit,” Jin murmurs, his tone laced with awe and something darker. Though you can’t see his face, his voice alone tells you everything—the surprise, the admiration, the growing hunger as he processes what just happened. His fingers slowly withdraw, leaving you quivering, and now, feeling like jelly against his body.

“Can you move?” he asks softly, though there’s an urgency in his voice.

You can only manage a shaky breath, your legs trembling too much to respond coherently. Jin takes control, his hands firm yet gentle as he carefully lifts you. Your knees barely hold steady as he positions you so that you’re standing, hovering over him now.

“Stay still for me,” he instructs, his tone both soft and commanding. You feel the heat of his hands sliding to your waist, grounding you even as your body feels unsteady from the aftershocks.

From beneath you, you hear the rustle of fabric as Jin pushes his sweatpants down. The sound of his waistband snapping free is accompanied by the subtle shuffle of movement. Then, you hear him exhale sharply as he frees himself, his arousal now fully evident.

You can’t see it, but the moment he positions himself beneath you, the anticipation skyrockets. The blindfold robs you of sight but heightens the sound of every shift, every breath, and every movement, leaving you entirely attuned to him.

Jin grabs the condom from the table, his movements methodical as he tears the wrapper and rolls it on with practiced ease. The slight sound of latex stretching sends a shiver through you, anticipation building with every second.

“I’m going to enter you gently,” he says, his voice low and steady, though you can hear a thread of tension beneath it. “And I’ll help you bounce once you’re ready. Just listen to me, okay?”

His words alone send a pulse of excitement through you, your walls clenching in response. You nod, your voice caught somewhere in your throat as your breathing quickens.

With one hand bracing your hip and the other holding himself at your entrance, Jin begins to guide you down slowly. The stretch is immediate, and you gasp as the thick head of his cock presses inside, sending a mix of pleasure and pain rippling through you.

“A-ah, daddy,” you whimper, gripping his shoulders for support.

Wait, daddy?! Where did this come from?! Why is your brain saying this!

Despite the second of internal panic, however, Jin likes this. It’s riling him up.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pausing to let you adjust before easing in deeper. Inch by inch, he fills you, his size forcing you to take your time. The sensation is overwhelming, your walls fluttering and gripping him tightly as he pushes further.

“You’re taking me so well,” Jin says, his voice filled with awe. He groans softly, his fingers gripping your waist tighter. “Damn, you’re so tight. I bet everyone watching wishes they were you right now.”

His words send a jolt through you, and your cheeks burn with both embarrassment and arousal. Somewhere in the haze of sensation, you hear Jin addressing his audience.

“Don’t be shy,” he says, his tone teasing. “My loves watching, have some fun while you watch us. You know you want to.”

Before you can process his words, Jin begins to move, rocking his hips gently upward as he helps you settle onto him fully. The stretch burns for a moment, but the heat of his cock filling you so completely makes it impossible to focus on anything else.

“H-Hah… oh my god,” you moan, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” Jin whispers, his hands guiding your hips to rise and fall slowly.

“Mmn… Daddy, you’re so—ah—big. It’s too much,” you cry out, your voice breaking into soft whimpers as he starts thrusting deeper.

He starts slow, his hips rolling upward with a deliberate rhythm, but the drag of his cock along your walls sends shockwaves through you. Each thrust feels like it’s reaching a spot inside you that you didn’t know existed.

Spots that were never touched by Mingi.

“F-Fuck, daddy! Oh, oh god—ahh!” you gasp, your nails digging into his skin.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his pace quickening slightly. “So warm and tight. Perfect.”

The way his hands guide your hips while his cock stretches and fills you is almost too much. Your body moves instinctively, grinding down against him as his thrusts grow more powerful, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

“Ah! Daddy—please—ohh!” you cry, your voice trembling as he hits deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice dark with arousal. “Keep making those sounds for me. Let them all know how good I’m making you feel.”

His hips snap up harder, the force of each thrust making your body jolt against him. The wet sounds of your connection fill the room, and your moans grow louder, more desperate, as he drives you closer to the edge.

Jin’s thrusts grow increasingly intense, your chest bouncing with each movement. The sensation is overwhelming, but it heightens when his hands leave your hips and slide upward. His fingers hook under the fabric of your bra, tugging it down to expose your chest fully.

A sharp intake of breath escapes you as his warm hands cup your breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your already overwhelmed body.

“Look at you,” Jin murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.”

His pace doesn’t falter as he fondles your chest, rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into you and his hands on your chest drives you closer to the edge.

“Ahh—daddy! I—I can’t… I’m—!” you cry out, your head tilting back as the coil inside you snaps.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, your walls clenching tightly around him as your cries fill the room. Jin groans loudly, feeling your release ripple through you, his movements stuttering momentarily to let you ride out the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “You’re incredible.”

You collapse slightly against him, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jin doesn’t move for a moment, letting you recover. Then, with a satisfied grin, he gently pulls out and moves the camera, angling it toward his bed.

“Let’s change things up,” he says softly, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

He carries you to the bed, placing you down with care before his tone shifts, commanding and firm.

“Get on all fours,” he instructs.

Your heart pounds as you comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees with your face turned toward the camera. The vulnerability sends a thrill through you, but there’s little time to dwell on it.

Jin climbs onto the bed behind you, his presence dominating. Without warning, he slides himself back into your slick heat, making you gasp loudly.

“A-ah! Fuck me!” you cry out, the sudden intrusion catching you off guard.

His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, deeper this time. One hand slides up your back, pressing down on the middle of your spine and forcing you to arch further. Your face is pressed into the mattress, your muffled moans filling the air.

“You didn’t expect this, did you?” Jin says, his tone dripping with smugness. “Didn’t think I could be rough?”

The pace he sets is relentless, each thrust harder and faster than the last. The angle leaves you utterly exposed and vulnerable, but the overwhelming pleasure overrides any hesitations.

“F-Fuck! Daddy—ahh! S-So deep—!” you manage to choke out, your voice muffled against the sheets.

“You look so good like this,” he groans, his hand coming down to slap your ass lightly before gripping it firmly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

The intensity builds with each thrust, your body melting under his control, completely at his mercy.

Your thoughts are a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations and emotions, a chaotic mix of pleasure, disbelief, and curiosity. Every thrust Jin delivers sends shockwaves through your body, the rhythm pulling you deeper into a state of raw, unfiltered lust. You can feel every inch of him filling you, stretching you, hitting spots that make your mind blur and your body tremble.

Your blindfold is a frustrating barrier, heightening every sensation yet leaving you longing to see what’s happening around you. How hot must this look, you wonder, your body arched perfectly, Jin’s strong hands guiding you like he owns every part of you. You ache to see his face, the concentration and lust in his expression as he moves behind you.

The thought only makes the knot in your stomach tighten, and you moan loudly, muffled against the mattress. You feel yourself unraveling, completely lost in the moment, and you’re not sure whether you’ll ever fully come back from this.

Jin’s steady rhythm falters slightly, and you hear the faint click of his mouse, followed by the low rumble of his voice. “Let’s see what they’re saying…”

He doesn’t stop moving as he leans slightly, keeping his pace just firm enough to keep you gasping and writhing under him. “Oh,” he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, louder, with a tinge of embarrassment, he reads, “‘Choke her <3.’”

The words send a jolt through your entire body, and you involuntarily tighten around him.

“Fuck,” Jin groans, his hand squeezing your hip. “Did that turn you on?”

You bite your lip, feeling a flush spread across your face, but you don’t deny it. Jin chuckles, low and dark, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Princess,” he says, his tone dripping with authority, “are you open to their suggestion?”

You nod instinctively, but his grip on your hip tightens. “Words, Princess.”

“Yes,” you gasp out, your voice shaky but desperate. “Yes, you can.”

The next moment, his hand leaves your hip and slides upward, grazing the curve of your back before settling gently around your throat. His fingers press lightly, testing your reaction, and when you whimper in approval, he tightens his grip just enough to make your head spin.

“That’s my good girl,” Jin murmurs, his thrusts resuming their relentless pace. “You like this, don’t you? You like doing what I say, being my perfect little plaything.”

You can’t even form words anymore, reduced to broken cries and breathless gasps as he drives you further into madness. The combination of his hand around your throat and his thick cock pounding into you sends your senses into overdrive, the blindfold making everything feel even more intense.

You’re completely undone, your body and mind lost to him, and the realization of how far you’ve fallen only makes the experience hotter.

“Fuck!”

Your entire body trembles as the overwhelming release takes hold of you, leaving you gasping and utterly spent. The wet sound of your release hitting the sheets makes Jin pause for a moment, his thrusts moving out of rhythm as he processes what just happened. His hands remain on your hips, steadying you, but you can feel the tension in his body as he takes it all in.

“Holy shit,” Jin murmurs, his voice low and almost awed. His eyes widen slightly as he glances down at the evidence of your pleasure soaking into his sheets. It’s this sight that get him to reach orgasm, coming inside you, or rather the condom that wraps around his cock.

He releases your throat gently and slides out of you, leaving you gasping for air as your body collapses fully onto the bed. Your muscles feel like jelly, your limbs heavy as if they don’t belong to you anymore. How long has this been going on? An hour? Longer? 

How long do these streams even last?

You’ve never been pushed this far before during sex. It’s intoxicating and terrifying at the same time.

The blindfold robs you of all sense of time, and the relentless pace of Jin’s movements has left your mind foggy. 

The thought flickers briefly before being lost in the haze of exhaustion.

“Well, well,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker, “I didn’t know you had this in you, Princess.”

Jin chuckles softly, his fingers trailing lightly down your back as he speaks. “Tired already, Princess?”

You manage to turn your head slightly, your face flushed as you retort, “Not tired, just... letting you catch up.”

He laughs, a low, teasing sound that makes your skin prickle. “Being such a brat won’t get you anywhere, you know.”

You feel the bed shift as he leans over you, his voice dropping to a silky whisper. “Or maybe you like being put in your place. Is that it? You want me to remind you who’s in charge here?”

You shiver at his words, the teasing edge in his tone sending another jolt through your exhausted body. Jin pauses, and you hear the faint hum of the monitor catching his attention.

“They’re loving you,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at this.”

You can’t see the comments, but you can hear the pride in his voice, the way he’s reveling in the reactions pouring in. It’s a strange feeling, knowing so many people are watching you like this, but instead of embarrassment, it fills you with a strange thrill.

Why must you be so competitive..

Because really.. what did you just yourself into?

Feeling the ecstasy and adrenaline rush from this, you’ve come to understand why Jin does this on the side and the desire to keep doing it.

A perfect way to escape.

After about 3 hours of fucking and some 15-20 minute breaks, Jin lets out a deep sigh, his body still pressed against yours as he comes down from his own high. The sounds of the stream linger in the background—soft chimes of tips rolling in, the occasional comment filtering through the speakers—but all of it fades into a dull hum as the reality of exhaustion settles over you.

After a moment, he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow as he glances at the monitor. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in the flood of comments still rolling in. “You all enjoyed that, didn’t you?” His voice is thick with satisfaction, a trace of smug amusement lingering as he reads a few messages aloud.

He exhales sharply, then runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair before reaching for the keyboard. “Well, that’s it for tonight, lovelies,” he purrs, his tone slipping back into that smooth, controlled confidence he carries so well on camera. “Make sure to show your appreciation, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll give you another show soon.” His fingers tap a few final commands, shutting off the chat before he leans back, stretching his sore muscles.

With a final smirk toward the now-dark screen, he powers down the stream and turns his attention back to you.

Slowly, Jin pulls off the condom and ties it off before tossing it into the trash. His touch is uncharacteristically gentle as he shifts your limp body onto your back, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. “You with me, Princess?” His voice is softer now, lacking the teasing edge from earlier.

You hum in response, barely able to lift your heavy eyelids. Your body is completely spent, limbs sprawled across his luxurious sheets, your skin sticky with sweat and the remnants of your shared pleasure.

Jin chuckles, but there’s warmth in it now, not mockery. “Damn, I really wore you out, huh?” His fingers trace absent patterns along your arm, grounding you as you try to steady your breathing.

Without another word, he moves off the bed, and you hear the sound of a faucet running. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth, the bed dipping as he kneels beside you. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You flinch slightly as the warm cloth makes contact with your overly sensitive skin, but Jin is patient, taking his time to clean between your thighs with slow, careful strokes. The tenderness in his actions is unexpected but not unwelcome, it soothes something raw inside you, something you didn’t realize needed tending to.

Once he’s done, he tosses the cloth into the hamper and grabs a nearby hoodie, slipping it over your head before helping you slide your arms through the sleeves. The fabric smells like him—clean, warm, safe.

Jin lies down beside you, pulling you against his chest as he reaches for his phone. With one final glance at the chat, he ends the stream, letting the screen go dark. The quiet that follows feels heavy but comforting, a stark contrast to the past three hours of intensity.

“You did good,” he murmurs, fingers stroking lazily through your hair. “More than good.”

You let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling into his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His fingers continue their slow movements, absentminded but soothing. There’s a brief pause before he speaks again, his voice quieter this time. “Did you like it? Doing this?”

Your body is still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, exhaustion weighing down your limbs, but there’s no hesitation in your answer. “Mm, I loved it. Felt so good.” You stretch slightly against him, a lazy, satisfied smile on your lips before your curiosity gets the best of you. “How much money did we make?”

Jin chuckles, the vibration of his laughter rumbling against your back. “Always thinking ahead, huh?” He reaches for his phone, checking the final numbers before letting out a low whistle. “More than I expected. You really put on a show.”

His words send a thrill through you, though your exhaustion keeps you from reacting much beyond a smug little hum.

Jin shifts slightly, pulling the blanket up over you both. “Get some rest. I’ll order us breakfast when you wake up.”

The last thing you register before sleep claims you is the steady rhythm of Jin’s breathing and the unfamiliar but oddly comforting feeling of being held.

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a/n: hehe oops, it's been taking me some time to upload because once again, i have start a new temp job. i hope you guys are liking this story so far and HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE'S DAY HEHE ❤️ ! we have 2 more chapters to go! the next chapter will be a bit smutty, but remember!! there is PLOT!!! and some angst involved but hey! we will get a good ending!! somehow... maybe... Aside from the next chapter, I will take a break from this series to 1) let it make it's rounds and find more audience interested (because engagement and interaction feels nice to read back as a writer!) 2) focus on another fic series because after all the crazy shit i added to chapter 5, i need my interest to recharge for the final chapter and plus i want to get other series moving and planned. i hope you all stick with me until the very end (which will be sometime later this year hehe). thank you all!

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 worked on: Suck it (2seok x reader)

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 last sentence(s) written: This is your moment, and you won’t let anyone take it from you.

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heart on the window #3 (m) | ksj

title: heart on the window (m) pairing: ksj x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; roommates au / streamer/cam boy au / office worker au, childhood rivals to awkward roommates to lovers? au summary: With secrets now revealed in the open, you and Seokjin cross a boundary you two never thought would happen ever before. After this night, you are now trying to figure out how to move forward in this new development in your friendship with him. However this leads to you having more questions about him, his secret lifestyle, and past relationships/hookups. Then, one casually suggestive joke by this man reawakens your competitive nature and rivalry with this man. note: apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out since i've been really busy with my new job. this chapter was 15k words long, and the editing of this was ROUGH. I had come to the conclusion to split it up in half, also so it wouldn't be overwhelming on yall. i tried to avoid this as I wanted this fic to be 5 chapters long, but I couldn't help but want to flesh out the interactions reader has with Seokjin so it became longer than I thought. warnings: mild language, roommate! seokjin, camboy! seokjin deserves its own warning because the vibes are different!, f*ngering, mast*rbation, voyeurism, org*sm, protected s*x, doggy style, s*x toys, fluffy moments, emotional vulnerability, dirty talk, implied adult content streaming (camming), pet names, brat! reader, brat tamer! seokjin drop date: January 20th, 2024, 11:00am pst word count: 8.5k crossposted on ao3 here <- chapter 2 | chapter 4 -> - -

"Then help me, already."

Those words hang in the air, charged and heavy. Jin's eyes widen, his breath hitching.

The flush on his cheeks deepens, spreading down to his neck, and he shifts slightly, as though trying to adjust something—something that's undeniably hardening beneath his loose pajama bottoms.

"O-Okay, fine! I’ll help you," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "But I need you to do something for me first."

You blink at him, heat rushing to your face. "What is it?" you ask cautiously, already dreading whatever is going to come out of his mouth.

He hesitates for only a moment before blurting out, "Play with yourself."

Your jaw drops. "What?"

"You heard me," he says, his voice lower now, more serious. "Use the toy you got there and make yourself come and show it all to me."

Your mind is spinning. "The toy?! S-Seokjin, you’re not being reasonable right now!" you protest, your voice filled with shock and frustration. Teasing you like this feels like the cruelest kind of torture, especially after the spiral of emotions you’ve been through tonight. And for some reason, it feels more embarrassing to use the toy in front of him than your own fingers.

But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted, that sends a thrill through you despite your indignation. This is the Seokjin you know—playful, maddening, and completely impossible.

Someone truly deserving of the title of “childhood rival”.

He leans closer, his voice dipping into that sultry tone you’ve only ever heard on his streams. "You want my help, right? Then show me how badly you need me. I want to see you lose yourself completely. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow hard, your pulse thundering in your ears. You know he’s testing you, pushing you to your limit, and somehow, you can’t bring yourself to back down.

Your breath catches as Seokjin's words settle over you, heavy and weighted with meaning. The challenge in his tone ignites something in you—a mix of defiance and anticipation.

“Fine. But i’ll use my fingers,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You shift back against the pillows, your heart hammering in your chest. Your hands feel like lead as you tug your shirt up over your stomach, exposing bare skin to the cool air. The fabric gathers just below your breasts, leaving you vulnerable under his gaze.

Seokjin sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. His lips part slightly, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. Yet, his hands rest tensely on his thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants.

“You’re really making me do this,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re the one who asked for help,” he replies smoothly, his voice like velvet. “I’m just... motivating you.”

Your fingers move hesitantly at first, brushing the waistband of your shorts before slipping beneath. The heat between your legs is unmistakable, your arousal heightened by his stare. A quiet gasp escapes your lips as your fingers graze over your slick folds.

Seokjin shifts, leaning back just enough for his hand to graze over his own growing arousal. His movements are subtle, but you catch the way his palm presses against himself, his lips twitching at the corner.

"Don’t stop," he murmurs, his voice rougher now. "I want to see everything."

You shudder, your other hand moving up to tug your shirt higher, finally exposing your breasts to the air. Your fingers pinch gently at a nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. The combined sensations of your hands working in tandem leave you trembling, your soft moans filling the room.

Your hand falters slightly, and he notices immediately.

“You’re hesitating,” he says, his tone light but teasing. “Do you need me to guide you, Princess?”

Princess?!

You look at him sharply, your pride flaring. “I don’t need your saving yet.”

He smirks, leaning back slightly. “Oh? Then prove it.”

That’s all the encouragement you need. You close your eyes, shutting out the sight of him, and focus entirely on the building pressure within you with the goal of coming undone. Your movements become more confident and more deliberate. 

His gaze doesn’t leave you, his eyes tracing every movement, every shift of your body. His hand grips himself through his pants now, a soft exhale slipping past his lips. 

Your fingers dip lower, pressing more firmly against your aching core. A whimper escapes you as you circle your clit, your hips bucking into the motion. The pressure builds quickly, spurred on by his intense scrutiny and the quiet groan he lets out as he palms himself.

"That’s it," he says hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Don’t hold back. Let me hear how good it feels."

His words spur you on, your movements growing bolder, more deliberate. 

“A-Ah..!”

The pleasure surges, consuming you, until you’re trembling, your release crashing over you with a cry that leaves you gasping.

Three minutes is all it took.

Is it embarrassing it took that short to orgasm? Well, it has been a while since you’ve done this…

For a moment, the room is silent, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. Your body relaxes, sinking into the mattress, and you’re acutely aware of the way Seokjin’s chest heaves, the way his hand still rests over the bulge in his pants, with a slightly darker spot now appearing. His eyes meet yours, filled with admiration and unspoken desire.

You glance at Seokjin, still sitting at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes unwavering as they drink you in.

He hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken—just watches. Lost in thought. His gaze is molten, his chest rising and falling in measured rhythm. For a fleeting moment, you think he might say something playful, something to break the tension.

You’re about to say something, your voice shaky and uncertain. “S-So what are you—”

Before the words can fully escape, Jin’s gaze flickers briefly to your laptop screen. His eyes widen, and without a word, he gets up suddenly, leaving the room in a hurry. The abruptness of his departure sends a wave of confusion and frustration washing over you.

“H-Hey!” you call after him, your voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. “Why are you leaving?”

Once again, the silence that follows feels deafening, each passing second amplifying the sting of rejection. Your chest tightens as your emotions spiral, the vulnerability of the moment leaving you feeling exposed and betrayed. Did you misread everything? Had you gone too far?

Your mind races, heart pounding as you sit frozen in place, but before you can drown in your thoughts, Jin quickly reappears in the doorway. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, his expression now calm yet resolute.

“I’m ending the stream,” he says simply, his voice carrying a quiet determination.

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. “W-What?”

He steps further into the room, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he speaks, each word deliberate. “I forgot I left the stream on pause, so I’m just ending it completely for tonight. No excuses, no coming back later tonight. Because right now, I want enough time to fuck you.”

Your eyes widen as his words sink in, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place. “Holy shit, Jin…”

His lips curve into a soft, almost shy smile, but his eyes remain dark with promise. “You asked for my help, right?” He leans down slightly, his fingers grazing your cheek as his voice lowers to a sultry whisper. “Then let me give you all my attention.”

Oh.

God, why is your heart going crazy over this? It must be the dopamine rush from orgasm or something making you feel this way. Don’t get distracted and waver so easily, Y/N!

“Okay,” You respond shyly as Jin scurries back to his room on the other side of the apartment.

He nearly trips over his own feet as he rushes to his room and towards his desk. His heart is pounding, and not just from the physical effort. The guilt gnaws at him as he pulls up the live stream, his audience still active and buzzing in the chat. The mic clicks on, and he leans into it, his voice soft but apologetic.

“Hey, everyone,” he begins, his usual confident tone replaced with something more subdued. “I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have important matters to attend to. I really appreciate you all being here tonight, and I promise I’ll make it up to you in the next stream. Thanks for understanding. Take care, okay?”

The disappointment in the chat is instant, messages flooding in:

“Wait, already?!”“Is everything okay, BigTunaMan??”“Hope you’re okay! Take care!”

Jin ends the stream with a quick, guilty glance at the messages still scrolling. He’ll make it up to them later, he decides, but right now, there’s only one thing on his mind.

He bolts back to your room pushing the door open with a soft urgency. You’re now sitting where he left you, still flushed and disheveled, your expression a mixture of confusion and trepidation.

“Did you actually end the live...?” you begin, but the words trail off as he shuts the door behind him and leans against it, chest heaving.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he says simply, his lips quirking into a sheepish smile. “They’re probably going to riot in the comments of the channel, but it’s fine. I told them I had ‘matters to attend to.’”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Matters to attend to? That’s your excuse?”

Jin shrugs, pushing off the door and crossing the room toward you. “What else was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, everyone, gotta go take care of my horny roommate who’s been watching my streams and needs some help to reach an orgasm’?”

Your cheeks burn, and you groan, burying your face in your hands. “Please don’t remind me how embarrassing this situation is!”

His laughter is soft and warm as he sinks onto the edge of the bed beside you. “It’s not embarrassing,” he says, nudging your shoulder lightly. “Okay, well, maybe a little embarrassing. But only because you’re making it a big deal.”

You peek at him from between your fingers, catching the playful glint in his eyes. “Says the guy who just abandoned his fans mid-stream.”

“Abandoned is a strong word,” he counters, grinning. “I prefer ‘temporarily postponed for the sake of something—or someone—way more important.’”

Again, there it goes. Your heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze softens and the words that come out, the teasing fading into something gentler.

“You’re really just going to leave them hanging for me?” you ask, your voice tinged with incredulity, though the vulnerability in your tone betrays you.

Jin chuckles softly, his fingers brushing yours as he sits closer. “If it means making sure you’re getting your sexual health needs met, I’d even do it again in a heartbeat.”

You stare at him, caught between disbelief and the warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re ridiculous,” you mumble, though there’s no bite to your words.

“And you’re deflecting,” he counters smoothly, his grin softening into something more earnest. “Seriously, are you going to let me help, or do I need to sweet-talk you some more?”

Your breath catches at the way he’s looking at you, the weight of his gaze making it impossible to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. “Help doing what, exactly?” you murmur, your voice quieter now. You know what you want, but damn, it’s hard to say this to this man you’ve known since both of you were kids.

His lips curl into a slow, lopsided smile. “With whatever you need,” he says, his voice dipping into a tone that sends a shiver down your spine. “But you’ll have to tell me where to start.”

The charged silence that follows is nearly suffocating, your mind spinning with everything unsaid. When you finally meet his eyes, the sincerity you find there is enough to make the last of your hesitation crumble.

You groan, now avoiding his intense gaze as your eyes dart around the room. If you look at him for too long, you’re sure you’ll lose control and jump him right here and now.

Taking a shaky breath, you lift your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and then shimmy out of your shorts and panties, kicking them to the floor. You spread your legs slightly, the pale glow of moonlight streaming through the blinds casting soft shadows over your skin.

“Two options!” you say, your voice trembling but steady enough to convey your intent. You gesture first to your chest, then lower, where his attention seems naturally drawn. “Here or… here. You pick what you’re in the mood for.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, a wave of disbelief crashes over you. How the hell are you being this bold? You were never this bold with Mingi. Where is your shame? Your self-control? Your sanity?

Gone. Completely out the window. 

Potentially down the drain.

Like your life right now.

Jin’s jaw tightens, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. His eyes flicker between your chest and the apex of your thighs, lingering longer than you expect. “You’re full of surprises tonight,” he murmurs, his voice rough, tinged with amusement, and maybe even hunger.

He takes a step closer, his movements unhurried but deliberate, and the air grows heavier with anticipation. His fingers twitch at his sides, as though he’s restraining himself.

“Here’s the thing,” he says, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’m in the mood for both.”

Your breath catches as he kneels on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your thighs, caging you in. His gaze burns into yours, dark and smoldering, before he leans in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“But if you’re going to let me pick,” he continues, his lips ghosting over your skin, “I think I’ll start…here.”

His hands glide up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts, as his lips finally find their mark on the curve of your neck. The sensation is electric, a soft moan slipping past your lips as his mouth works its way lower, his tongue tracing patterns over your collarbone.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teases, his voice low, vibrating against your skin.

The words stir something in you, and your hands instinctively reach for him, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. “Just shut up and keep going,” you manage to whisper, your voice shaky but resolute.

Jin chuckles, the sound vibrating against your chest as he presses a kiss to the swell of your breast. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he murmurs, his tone playful yet dripping with promise, before he takes you exactly where you want to go.

Jin’s lips hover above your breast, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes flick up to yours, holding your gaze for a moment that feels like an eternity. The intensity in his expression makes your heart race, and your chest rises and falls with uneven breaths.

“You’re trembling already,” he murmurs, his voice deep and velvety, washing over you like a caress. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? All those nights when you couldn’t look me in the eye?”

“Jin…” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it’s enough to spur him on.

He smirks faintly, his lips brushing the curve of your breast before his tongue flicks out to tease your nipple. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching slightly off the bed. His hand cups your other breast, his thumb circling the sensitive peak with painstaking precision.

“Have you ever been treated gently like this before?” he asks, his voice a murmur against your skin. His words are a mix of curiosity and something more, something deeper that sends heat coursing through your veins.

“No…” you admit, your voice hesitant to speak. It’s true—this kind of tenderness, this deliberate worship of your body, is something you’ve never experienced.

His expression softens, though the fire in his eyes remains. “Good,” he says, his tone firm yet gentle. “Then let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

He shifts slightly, bringing his other hand to cradle your breast as his plush soft lips close around your nipple. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, drawing sensations from you that make your toes curl. His free hand trails down your side, his touch featherlight, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

You can’t suppress the soft whimper that escapes your lips, and his gaze flicks up to meet yours again, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. He sucks lightly, his teeth grazing ever so gently, and the combination of sensations makes your head spin.

“F-Fuck,” you manage to gasp, your hands instinctively gripping the sheets beneath you.

His lips leave your skin momentarily, and he smirks, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re so sensitive…so responsive. It’s beautiful.”

He moves to your other breast, lavishing the same attention, his hand kneading gently while his mouth works its magic. Each movement feels intentional, as if he’s savoring every reaction he draws from you.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The slow, deliberate way he’s touching you leaves you breathless, and you find yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, utterly at his mercy.

"You’re doing so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. "Just like a princess."

Your cheeks burn at the pet name, and you stammer, "I-I'm no princess!"

Jin pulls back slightly, his lips curling into a teasing smile, his breath warm against your chest. "Well, you’re about to get fully treated like one."

Before you can even process his words, his hands slide down your sides, gripping your thighs firmly. He spreads them wider, his gaze locked on your center with an intensity that makes your heart pound.

"Huh? A-Ah—"

Your words dissolve into a gasp as Jin lowers himself, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving closer to your core. The warmth of his breath against you makes you shudder, anticipation building with every passing second.

And then he dives in, his tongue tracing deliberate, languid strokes that make your back arch and a cry escape your lips.

"Jin!" you gasp, your hands flying to grip the sheets as your body reacts to the overwhelming sensation. “W-Wait…”

He hums in response, the vibration sending sparks through your already sensitive nerves. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as his tongue works against you with precision, alternating between broad strokes and focused, teasing flicks.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply. All you can do is surrender to the waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body trembling under his touch. His movements are deliberate, almost reverent, as if he’s worshipping every inch of you.

"Jin, I’m going to—" You choke on your words as he sucks gently, his tongue circling your most sensitive spot. The heat pooling low in your belly tightens, and your hands instinctively reach for him, threading through his hair.

"That's it," he whispers against you, his voice laced with encouragement. "Let go for me, princess. Show me how good I make you feel."

The nickname, once teasing, now feels like a brand, sending you hurtling toward the edge. Your body tightens, and with one final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, you cry out, shattering beneath him.

Jin doesn’t stop immediately, guiding you through the waves of your release, his touch gentle yet insistent. When you finally come down, your body limp and trembling, he presses one last kiss to your thigh before looking up at you.

His lips glisten, his expression a mix of pride and tenderness as he climbs back up to meet your gaze. "See?" he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told you I’d treat you like a princess."

"You’re so evil! How the fuck are you so good at this?!" you gasp breathlessly, your chest rising and falling with every rapid inhale. "Is it the streams you do? Research? Experience? Are you addicted to porn?"

Jin smirks, brushing his hair back casually. "Research and some experience," he replies smoothly, leaning closer until his lips are near your ear, "but ask questions later. For now, I'll give you the final course."

Your breath hitches as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, pushing them down in one fluid motion. Your eyes widen as you finally see him—his big cock, fully hard and even more impressive than you’d imagined from his streams.

"Holy—" The words slip out before you can stop them, your mouth falling open in a mix of shock and awe.

Jin chuckles, a low, deep sound that reverberates through the room. "Is it bigger than you thought?" he teases, his voice dripping with confidence.

You swallow hard, the heat rushing to your cheeks. Despite the overwhelming sight in front of you, you manage to respond stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest like you’re unaffected. "I-It’s not that big, but–," you say, though the slight quiver in your voice betrays you.

"Oh, really?" he interrupts, raising a brow, his grin widening. He leans in closer, the tip brushing lightly against your thigh, and you feel the heat radiating from him. "Guess I’ll just have to show you exactly how wrong you are."

Jin’s words hang in the air, thick with some unspoken promise. Before you can say anything, the sound of foil tearing fills the quiet room as he opens a condom he brought from his room early. His eyes are all on you, indulging in your presence.

His intensity is magnetic, and you’re completely captivated as he rolls the condom down over his length, every motion precise and deliberate.

“You’re nervous,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, heart hammering in your chest as he moves closer, his warm hands finding your thighs and guiding them apart gently. The weight of his gaze on you is intoxicating, his thumbs stroking soft circles against your skin as he positions himself at your entrance.

"Relax for me," Jin whispers, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw before trailing down to your neck. The tenderness in his voice melts your tension, and you exhale shakily as he presses forward.

The stretch is startling at first, your body adjusting to his size as he sinks into you slowly, inch by inch. Your hands instinctively clutch at his biceps, your nails digging into his skin as he fills you completely.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your temple. His voice is filled with awe, like he’s savoring every moment. “Just like that, princess. So perfect.”

You shiver at his words, the nickname making your breath hitch. The sensation is overwhelming but quickly gives way to pleasure as Jin begins to move. His hips roll with a steady rhythm, his body pressed flush against yours.

“Jin,” you gasp, your hands gripping his arms tightly. “It feels… incredible.”

He smiles, his lips curving into a mix of pride and affection. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss that’s deep and consuming, his hips never faltering. Each thrust is deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes against your lips, his hands sliding down to cradle your waist, angling you slightly to deepen his strokes. “Taking me so well.”

You arch into him, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his as his pace quickens. The tension in your core tightens with every thrust, the heat between you building to an almost unbearable level.

Suddenly, he pulls back, his movements careful as he withdraws from within you. “Turn over for me,” Jin says, his voice rough with desire.

You hesitate moving,  as you’re comfortable where you are. But you move anyways, your body trembling with anticipation as you roll onto your stomach, then push yourself up onto your hands and knees. The cool air brushes your skin as you glance back at him nervously.

“Like this?” you ask softly, your voice trembling.

“Exactly like that,” he replies, his large hands trailing over the curve of your hips. He grips them firmly, steadying you as he lines himself up again. “You’re breathtaking.”

The first thrust steals your breath, the angle deeper than before, making your fingers claw at the sheets. Jin groans behind you, his voice husky and raw as he sets a steady pace.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, his hands sliding up your sides before one presses between your shoulder blades, encouraging you to arch your back further. “So tight, so perfect. My perfect princess.”

His words send a jolt through you, a mix of pleasure and emotion. You let out a cry, your body responding to every precise movement. Jin’s grip on your hips tightens as his pace increases, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Jin, I’m so close,” you manage to gasp, your voice shaking as the tension coils tightly in your core.

“Let go for me,” he commands, his voice deep and velvety, full of conviction. “I’ve got you, princess. Let me feel it.”

His words are your undoing. You cry out, your body shuddering as your release washes over you in waves. The pleasure is blinding, leaving you trembling as you collapse onto the mattress, your legs weak and your breathing uneven.

Jin follows moments later, his grip on your hips firm as he thrusts into you one final time, groaning as his own climax overtakes him. He pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before lying down beside you.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His lips press soft kisses to your forehead, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room. “You really are a princess,” he murmurs, his tone warm and affectionate. “And you do deserve to be treated like one.”

A forehead kiss and pillow talk?! Woah, woah, woah.

Is this some kind of post-nut clarity affecting him? 

You’re caught off guard by it completely. It feels a little too intimate. Too personal. Well, maybe you can’t say much because he literally just fucked you missionary and doggy style.

But you’ve never seen Jin be this affectionate before—it’s a bit jarring. 

Maybe he’s like this in his past relationships? Or situationships? Well you don’t know much or anything about that. You haven’t seen him since you were like 10 or 11.

You don’t know if you like this or not, but you’re scared to find out. He's a professional sweet-talker by now, thanks to camming and appealing to his audience, so maybe this is just part of his act while helping you. You try to brush it off and play along. Be the princess to his Mario or whatever.

You lean into his warmth despite your swirling doubts. The exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the night begins to take hold, and your eyes grow heavy. Just as you’re on the verge of slipping into sleep, a thought nags at you.

“Why did you come into my room in the first place?” you mumble groggily.

Jin’s chest rumbles with a soft laugh. “Oh, right. It was to fix a Mario figure I have…”

Your brow furrows as a vague memory stirs. You recall seeing it on his desk in passing, that same little Super Mario figurine you had gifted him during Secret Santa in elementary school.

Back then, you’d been disappointed when you drew his name out of the hat. He was always difficult to please, never straightforward about his feelings. Even when he opened the gift, his silly and stubborn demeanor left you unsure if he liked it at all.

But now, knowing that he’s kept it all this time—and was worried enough about it breaking to interrupt his stream—it strikes a chord in you. It’s endearing, even sweet.

A small smile tugs at your lips, and before sleep fully claims you, you whisper, “You’re such a dork, Jin.”

He chuckles softly, adjusting the blanket around you with gentle care. “Yeah, but just know I’m the best dork you’ll ever meet,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he adds, “So, was I able to help you?”

You peek up at him through tired eyes, the corner of your lips quirking up despite yourself. “I guess you were able to do the job,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The sunlight filters softly through your blinds, stirring you from a surprisingly deep sleep. You stretch languidly, letting out a small yawn as your mind catches up to the events of the previous night. Your hand instinctively reaches out to the other side of the bed, but all you’re met with is empty sheets.

You sit up, confused, until a rich, buttery aroma wafts into your room. Pancakes?

Curiosity tugs you from the warmth of your blankets, and you pad out of your room toward the kitchen. The sight awaiting you stops you in your tracks: Jin, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and blue plaid pajama bottoms, flipping pancakes in a pan with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

“Good morning!” he greets you brightly, turning his head to flash you an impossibly wide smile. The sight of him so animated and cheerful is almost jarring compared to his usual composed, teasing demeanor.

You blink, trying to reconcile this sunny disposition with the Jin you know. “Uh… good morning?” you reply cautiously, stepping further into the kitchen.

Jin places a perfectly golden pancake onto a growing stack, humming a tune under his breath. “I figured after intruding on you last night, I owed you a proper breakfast,” he says casually, though the playful glint in his eye betrays him.

“Oh, why, thank you…” You cross your arms, leaning against the counter as you watch him work. “You’re surprisingly in a good mood though,” you remark, your tone more curious than accusatory. “What’s with the pep in your step?”

He shrugs, pouring more batter into the pan. “Can’t a guy just be happy?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You? Happy first thing in the morning? That’s new.”

Jin chuckles, setting the spatula down for a moment to turn and face you fully. “What can I say? Last night was… enlightening to say the least,” he says, his voice dipping ever so slightly. “Plus, I like taking care of people I care about.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you shift your weight, pretending to focus on the stack of pancakes. But instead of letting the moment pass, a question burns on your tongue, one you’ve been dying to ask since last night.

“Is it fine if I ask you a question?” you venture, glancing up at him hesitantly.

Jin doesn’t miss a beat, flipping the last pancake with practiced ease. “Go for it.”

You take a breath, crossing your arms as if to brace yourself. “How did you... start doing this camboy thing?”

His hands still for a moment, and he sets the spatula down carefully before turning to face you. “You really want to know?”

“Well, yeah!” you reply quickly, gesturing vaguely. “I mean, I would have never expected you to do and be into this kind of thing... let alone be good at, you know, sex.” The last words come out as an embarrassed mumble, and you immediately wish you could take them back.

Jin’s ears turn a deep shade of red, his confident demeanor faltering slightly. “You think I’m good at sex?” he teases, though his voice cracks just a little, betraying his flustered state.

You groan, covering your face with both hands. “That’s not the point! Answer the question, Seokjin.”

He laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine, and it helps ease some of your own tension. “Alright, alright,” he says, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “It started as a joke, actually. Do you remember Yoongi Min? He was another Korean kid from the class next door in grade school.”

The name doesn’t really ring a bell, but you do recall a face of a boy who has cat-like features and would talk to him occasionally, being silly and all. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Well, even after I moved away, I managed to stay friends with him and we ended up going to the same college.”

“I see,” you murmur.

“And a few months back, I invited him over and we got drunk. He knows about my gaming streams, but he told me, ‘You know the groans you make while playing rage bait games sound like moans? People would pay a lot of money for that. You should do porn.’”

“That’s insane!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide in disbelief.

Jin chuckles at your reaction. “Yeah, it’s crazy. But somehow, he convinced me to start doing camboy streams. I thought it’d be funny, so I did. But then... people started watching. Like, a lot of people.”

You lower your hands slightly, peeking at him as he talks. “So, it just... snowballed from there?”

He nods, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Pretty much. At first, it was all a joke, but then I realized there was a real market for... well, more intimate stuff. I did my research, figured out what people liked, and I guess I just got good at it.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Did it ever feel weird? Or wrong?”

Jin’s expression softens, and he shakes his head. “Not really. I mean, I don’t do anything I’m not comfortable with and my face is hidden. It’s given me a lot of confidence too, honestly. Knowing people like what I put out there? It’s kind of empowering.”

You chew on your bottom lip, processing his words. “I guess that makes sense,” you say quietly. “I just... it’s still so surreal, knowing you of all people do this.”

He smirks, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Life’s full of surprises, princess. Besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy the results of my ‘research.’”

Your face burns, and you swat his hand away. “Don’t push your luck, Seokjin.”

He laughs, returning to the stove to plate the pancakes. “Fair enough. Now sit down before your breakfast gets cold.”

You and Jin sit across from each other at the small dining table, the smell of freshly made pancakes still lingering in the air. You’re halfway through your second one, drizzling extra syrup onto the fluffy stack as Jin sips his coffee. His cheerful demeanor this morning is infectious, and you find yourself smiling more than you’d expected. The conversation drifts to other trivial topics—memories from high school, your shared disdain for the overly competitive campus trivia nights, and even a brief debate over the best Mario Kart track. It’s light, easy, and comfortable, and for a moment, you almost forget the weight of everything that happened between you two last night.

Jin leans back against the counter, finishing the last of his coffee before setting the mug in the sink. “Anyway, I should head out. I’m meeting Yoongi at the cafe to get some work done.”

You nod, masking the flicker of disappointment that he’s leaving. “Oh, right. You said he works at a music label?”

“Yeah, he’s a producer there. He’s been helping me figure out some... creative stuff on the side,” Jin says vaguely, grabbing his bag. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”

“Very funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as he heads toward the door. “Tell this Yoongi I said hi, even if I don’t remember him.”

Jin smirks. “Will do, princess.” With that, he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The afternoon stretches before you, and you attempt to focus on applying for jobs, but your mind betrays you. Every time you start to type out a cover letter or tweak your resume, your memories wander back to last night.

The way Jin’s hands felt, the way he touched you like you were something precious—it’s impossible to shake. You keep replaying it in your head, trying to lock the details into your memory as if freezing the moment will keep it from fading.

It was the best sex you’ve ever had, and you can’t deny it. Mingi, your ex, couldn’t hold a candle to whatever magical touch Jin seems to possess. And yet, doubt nags at you.

This was a one-time thing, you tell yourself, even as a pang of longing blooms in your chest. He probably only did it out of pity—he saw how lonely you were, how desperate. There’s no way it meant anything to him. Not when he does this as part of his side job.

The thought twists uncomfortably in your stomach. Jin’s side gig as a camboy, while surprising, also raises questions you can’t ignore. Does he...ever do this with other people? You've seen posts on Twitter from OnlyFans creators teasing "special guests" in their content. Is Jin the type to collaborate?

Your curiosity itches at you, relentless and demanding. You open your laptop and navigate to the site he uses. His page is easy enough to find again, but as you scroll, your questions only multiply. There are videos locked behind a subscription paywall, tantalizing thumbnails blurred just enough to leave you guessing.

You hesitate, biting your lip. Spending money you don’t have to satisfy your curiosity feels reckless, but the mystery gnaws at you. Does he do this with others? Was last night just practice for his real work?

But you can’t bring yourself to click. Not yet, at least. With a frustrated sigh, you slam your laptop shut and bury your face in your hands.

Why do you even care? Last night was just a one night type of thing. You don’t see yourself with Seokjin anyways.

And yet…

Overthinking is what got in the way of your last relationship until it all came crashing down.

Early in the evening, Jin returns from his outing and sees you folding your laundry in the living room. The smell of Korean soybean paste soup fills the room, making his expression soften when he notices your prepared meal.

“You made dinner?” he asks, surprised.

He sets his bag down by the couch and moves to join you.

You shrug, trying to act casual as you fold another shirt. “Thought it’d be a nice way to say thanks. You know...for everything.” 

You don’t know how to make many Korean foods, but this one is one you learned how to make from Yunjin in college. 

His lips twitch into a small smile. “Well, thanks. It smells amazing.”

You glance at him as he ladles a bowl of soup, taking a seat and diving in eagerly. “How was your meet-up with Yoongi?”

“Not bad,” he says between bites. “I told him that you found out my secret.”

You freeze, your eyes widening. “Y-You what?”

“N-Not how I found you flicking your bean and how we had sex!” he adds hastily, waving his spoon.

Your shoulders slump in relief, but something about his nonchalant tone makes your cheeks burn all over again.

Still, this feels like the perfect opening for what’s been nagging at your thoughts all afternoon. You clear your throat, hesitating only briefly before asking, “Wait, Jin, there’s something I’m curious about.”

“Go for it.”

You hesitate, your hands pausing mid-fold. “Since you do solo cam work...I was wondering if you’ve ever done collaborations with other people before. Like, working with camgirls, by any chance?”

Jin raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Why? Are you curious to know about my sex life?”

“H-Hey! It’s not that at all!” you stammer, quickly looking away. “It’s just...” How do you say this without sounding weird—or jealous? You fumble for words, finally settling on, “You’re so good at what you do, so I was wondering...where you got your experience from.”

A flicker of something crosses Jin’s face—amusement, maybe, or pride. He sets his spoon down, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Well, I actually was dating someone a few months before I started my gaming streaming.”

“You were?”

“Yeah,” he says, his tone softening. “I met her at my first job, working at an entertainment agency. We dated for a few years, but we ended it mutually. It wasn’t anything dramatic—just... one of those things, you know?”

You nod slowly, absorbing this new information. “So...did she teach you some of this stuff?”

He chuckles, a low, warm sound. “Some of it. But a lot of what I know now came after we broke up. Research, self-practice...some trial and error. I guess it just stuck.”

Your cheeks flush, your mind inadvertently wandering back to last night. You still can’t quite wrap your head around how someone can be that good. “I see.”

Jin’s gaze lingers on you for a moment before he speaks up again, clearly sensing your lingering curiosity.

“So, your answer to the question about you doing collaborations with camgirls is...?” you press, your voice tinged with both curiosity and hesitation.

He leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “I haven’t.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah,” he says with a casual shrug. “I mean, I’m a pretty confident guy, and I think I’m handsome, but doing collabs with random or established camgirls or OnlyFans girls makes me nervous.”

You blink at his admission, letting out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding. It almost feels like a sigh of relief. Wait—why are you relieved?

Jin notices, his lips quirking into a teasing smile. “Why did you ask? Did you want to appear in a collab with me on Chaturbate?”

“Huh?” Your face heats up instantly. 

Woah, woah, woah. Wait, where is this coming from?!

“You’re not a camgirl by any means,” he continues, his tone softer now. “But after last night, it got me...thinking.” His voice dips into something shyer, almost uncertain, as he rubs the back of his neck.

Your stomach flips at his words, though you can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else entirely. “Thinking about what?” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jin hesitates, clearly bracing himself. “Thinking about how good we were together. And...maybe how it’d feel to do that again. With you.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you’re both silent. In his head, he’s already convinced you’re going to shut this out and call him a pervert, but you don’t.

“So you want to have sex…or do acts in front of the camera… for your BigTunaMan channel and your fans?” you ask, your voice slower, more deliberate, letting the question hang heavily in the air.

If you were any other girl, you’d probably be storming out of the room right now, completely scandalized. But instead, there’s a strange buzz low in your stomach, a heat you don’t entirely want to admit. Why are you into this?

Your heart pounds in your chest as you search Jin’s face for his reaction. He’s caught off guard, sure, but there’s a flicker in his expression—something unsure, something vulnerable, but undeniably intrigued.

The thought rolls over in your mind: What if you did this? What if you let yourself step into his world? There’s an allure to it, a kind of rebellious excitement. The risk, the intimacy, the sheer wildness of the idea—it pulls at you, even if you don’t fully understand why. And then there’s Jin. If this is an excuse to relive last night’s intensity, to feel his touch again, to share that connection—hell, maybe you’d risk more than you should.

The words leave your mouth before you can second-guess them. “Do I get paid?”

“Huh?!” Jin’s voice cracks, his shock palpable as he straightens, staring at you like you’ve grown a second head.

You tilt your head, feigning nonchalance, even as your pulse thunders in your ears. “If I help you with your little channel,” you say slowly, almost teasingly, “will you pay me? I mean, it’d be an easy job in the meantime until I find an actual one and it’ll provide some money for me. And as long as I’m not showing my face, there’s no real risk, right?”

His face flushes deep red, and he stammers, “H-Hold on! I wasn’t actually serious about it, I was just—” He pauses, his hands gesturing aimlessly as if trying to find the right words. “Why are you agreeing to this so quickly?!”

You shrug, leaning back against the chair  with a smirk you’re barely holding back. “I mean, for starters, it sounds kinda fun.”

“Fun?!” he repeats, incredulous.

“Yeah,” you say simply, watching the color climb his neck. “I’ll get paid—maybe—still waiting for you to confirm that,” you add, arching a brow. “And…I’ll also finally forget about my loser ex-boyfriend.”

His jaw drops slightly, and he stares at you like you’ve just flipped his world upside down. You don’t miss the way his eyes narrow briefly, processing your words. Something shifts in his expression—a flicker of something darker, hungrier.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice quieter now, but with a sharp edge of disbelief.

You hold his gaze, trying not to let the tension unravel you. “Depends,” you say softly, almost a challenge. “Are you?”

The silence between you crackles with electricity. You swear you can hear your heartbeat in the quiet. Jin’s lips part, and his tongue darts out briefly to wet them, a nervous tell that makes your stomach flip.

“I mean,” he finally starts, his voice almost hesitant, “I was half-joking, but now you’re making this sound real.”

You let out a soft laugh, though your voice trembles slightly. “Well, if it did become real, at least you know I’m down.”

His mouth opens slightly, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know where to start. The vulnerability on his face makes your heart skip a beat. Jin, usually so smooth, so confident, looks completely caught off guard.

“You’re not just doing this to distract yourself from your ex, are you?” he asks after a moment, his voice softer, more serious.

You pause, the weight of his question settling between you. “Maybe a little,” you admit honestly. “But also…because I trust you, Jin.”

His gaze softens further, his brows knitting together like he’s trying to make sense of you.

“And,” you continue, your voice dropping, “if last night was any indication, I know we’d kill it together. I will also not catch feelings for my own rival.”

His breath catches, and you don’t miss the way his fingers curl slightly against his thighs, as if restraining himself.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he sighs finally, his voice low and rough.

You smirk, leaning forward slightly, closing the space between you. “Only when I want to be.”

Jin shakes his head, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping him. 

You feel like you’ve won in this teasing war, until suddenly, his expression changes.

His eyes narrow slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It’s a familiar look, one that pulls at an old, buried memory—one of him standing across from you in the schoolyard, arms crossed, with that same cocky grin plastered on his face. Back then, he was always looking for ways to one-up you, always trying to prove he was better, faster, smarter. Jin loved a challenge, and you were his favorite target.

But now? Now, that grin feels different. It feels heavier, laced with something sharper, something more daring.

“Then let’s do it,” he says, his voice low and filled with conviction.

Your stomach flips, a mix of excitement and nerves tumbling inside you. You search his face, trying to gauge if he’s joking or if he’s actually serious this time. The intensity in his gaze tells you everything you need to know.

“Wait, you’re not messing with me?” you ask, your voice coming out a little smaller than you’d like.

Jin leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, closing the distance between you. His smirk softens into something more genuine, but his eyes—dark and steady—don’t waver. “You think I’d back down from a challenge? Come on, you should know me better than that by now.”

Your breath hitches. The air between you is thick, charged with a tension that feels impossible to ignore.

“You’re really serious about this,” you say softly, more a statement than a question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he counters smoothly, tilting his head slightly. “You threw it out there, and I’m not one to half-ass things. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

The confidence in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry.

“Okay,” you say, trying to match his energy, though your voice wavers just slightly. “But just so we’re clear—this is strictly business. No funny business.”

You refuse to catch feelings for him, so putting it out there now that this is just a fun sex work type of job with an old friend is the boundary you’re making.

Jin lets out a sharp laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Funny business? Do you even hear yourself?” He grins, his teeth flashing. “You’re the one who just volunteered to do this. If anything, I should be worried about you crossing the line.”

Excuse you?!

“Me?!” you sputter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’re the professional here!”

“Exactly,” he says, his voice dripping with smugness. “Which means I know how to keep it professional. You, on the other hand…” He trails off, his grin widening as your blush deepens. 

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine. Whatever. Just tell me when we’re starting so I can be prepared.”

Jin leans forward again, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Tomorrow night,” he says simply.

“Tomorrow night?!”

“What? You said you wanted to do this. No point in waiting.”

You can’t argue with that. He clocked you right there.

Your head spins at the thought, but the look in Jin’s eyes grounds you. This is happening. Whether you’re ready or not, you’ve officially entered his world. Oh, fuck.

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a/n: it's been a month since i updated the series with chapter 2... once again, totally apologize for the delay. i really thought i'd have more time, which during christmas time, i kind of did (which is why i wrote ch3 all throughout that time). But once the new year started, my manager had me like a pack mule and completing random heavy loaded tasks, so the process of revising and editing the 15k words i original wrote for the chapter became... impossible. i tend to hate splitting chapters unless things feel to jarring of a transition within one chapter that it would make sense for it to become a whole other chapter. But now considering the many shitty tasks I may get in the near future as well as to not overload you with a load of shit going on in one chapter... it made sense to just split it off. Ch 4 (which is the 2nd half of this chapter) will be release in 2 weeks confirmed! i'll finish doing some edits for that and i'll also start on ch 5. This series will end with chapter 6 for sure! i would like to move on from this fic and get some of my other ones ready and cooked up!

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october 8th !!!

i expect a full rundown in the gc

IT'S EASIER TO TELL YOU HERE djskjfhsdljfsdl

october 8th is a very short one shot fic where reader is studying abroad for a year (i can't remember if i decided Paris or some other european city, i don't think i decided at all). The study abroad program has a pen pal program where you can exchange letters with fellow international students and make friends, so she enters it and gets paired with someone from Korea. the program has them exchanging letters for 3 months and she starts falling in love with the person writing the letters... and eventually they meet. it's revealed his name is actually kim taehyung. he confesses he likes her, and she says she feels the. same. they begin dating (cue the smut, and cute dates, etc.)

despite how happy things are, fate has other things in store for them... and things will not end well, is all i can say! muahahahahahahaha

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works in progress game💥

rules: post your wips as just the titles, and if you get any asks about a title, talk about that wip!

ahhh @kithtaehyung tagged me in this so i had to participate.

a/n: i'm gonna be honest, most of the other wips (besides HotW and A(myg)dala) have become just forgotten pieces of writings that just live in my head (or have been living in my head, in the case of "to the moon"). i don't think they're very intriguing ideas but if you'd like to hear me out on some, you are very welcomed to ask! <333

🍓 wip ask game: any wips from here that you want to know more about? 🍓

tagging some of my fav writers on here: @theharrowing @slut4jeon @yoongifis @jeonsweetpea @personasintro @yoongiofmine @eoieopda

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SOPE???? NAMKOOK!!! I need deets on both!!!

Its funny you chose those two because they both have major character death which I usually hate but I digress 😃

homesick (sope) my fic overarchingly about yoongi coping with the death of his childhood best friend and soulmate who he was supposed to debut with as a rap duo

all along (namkook) tackles grief, second chances and growth after that death of their former bandmate. this brings the group back together after nearly ten years