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unexpected lovers | myg

✧ pairing fem!reader x yoongi

✧ rating explicit (+18)

✧ summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

✧ warnings & tags modern setting AU, strangers to lovers, fake dating AU, weddings, family issues (related to reader), romantic comedy, fluff, humor, angst with a happy ending, smut, soft dom yoongi, exhibitionism, fingering in front of a painting (and they say romance is dead), oral (m. receiving).

✧ word count 19.8k

✧ author's note this is a re-upload. if you've seen it before, this is why. :)

Lights flicked from each corner making the atmosphere more alive; the base booming so hard you could feel it in your feet. Swinging your hips back and forth to 'Work' by Rihanna, while your friend Amanda was hyping you up, making you laugh in the process but continuing letting yourself let loose for once.

Your family has definitely gone to your head.

About the whole, 'isn't it time you settle down and find yourself a handsome young man?' talk which mostly consisted of your Mom, but your Dad was clearly on her side, agreeing with each point she had thrown at you.

You tried Tinder, but let's be honest, most guys on that app are just looking for a quick fuck, which yes sometimes might be fun, but it gets very boring in the end.

It's not that you 'don't believe in love'. No, you just didn't understand the point in seeking it. Growing up — romance novels, cliché movies filled a lot in your daily life. Your mother wanted you to create a romantic yet hopeful side of you when it came to love. But as soon as you entered college, that side of you, which your mother wished from you, were crushed. You fell into the hook-up culture at your college — you had your fun for a while, yet your mother maintained herself around your neck throughout your college years.

But now, it has gotten so out of control, resulting in you stepping out and go clubbing with your colleague Amanda. Both of you are working for  'Fashlance', a clothing designer firm. Mostly consisting of having to design clothes for certain celebrities. One of them being Kim Namjoon, owner of the art gallery 'Stigma' which had gained a lot of attention in the span of a few months. He was one of the kindest people you designed for. He occasionally, still dropped by the firm to thank you and Amanda for the help.

''Let's get one more drink!'' Amanda suggests, before dragging you towards the slightly crowded bar.

Most people were sitting in booths in groups, others like yourself sitting by the bar countertop.

''Two vodka red bull,'' Amanda orders to the somewhat cute bartender. She had quickly caught onto his good looks, her flirting button now being on — you, quickly catching on to it.

You grabbed your drink, letting Amanda flirt with the cute bartender. Now strutting your way back to the dance floor, drink in your hand.

Downing your drink in almost one go, made you slightly gag from the bitter taste, yet you remained on the dance floor, shaking away the bitter feeling on your tongue.

Two hands were suddenly placed onto your hips, guiding you.

You turn around being met with a tall stranger, with nothing but a smirk on his face.

''Sorry, not interested,'' you poke him in the chest, making him surrender his hands from you, mocking you lightly at your rejection.

''Calm down, just wanted to dance," he retorts, making you roll your eyes at his best way to cover up the fact he wants a piece of you.

''Yeah? Well, dance with someone else,'' you snap back, wanting him to go back to where he came from. He shrugs you off, turning his back to you, before disappearing in the crowd of dancing bodies.

You caught a glimpse over at the bar, seeing the bartender now caressing Amanda's face with his fingers. You couldn't go back there, so you continued dancing alone.

''Hey, can I buy you a drink?'' A deep voice behind you asked, confronted with yet another total stranger who again was looking for a quick fuck.

Okay, yes, you are at a club where most people just want to hook up, yet you don't want that. You've had your absolute fun — especially since that conversation with your parents about you needing to settle down has gotten to your head.

Which is why you politely decline any offers that could lead to meaningless sex, which you've had your fair share of.

''No, I'm okay,'' you decline politely, smiling a bit to not seem rude.

The stranger doesn't get a hint of you turning him down, making him move a bit closer to you.

''Come on beautiful, one drink,'' he asks once again, semi-pressuring you when you've clearly said no.

What a fucking jerk.

Not wanting to have to pull up with any guys' bullshit in this club, you come up with one stupid lie.

"I can't. I have a boyfriend," you reason yet laced with slight discomfort and awkwardness.

You expect the guy to leave you alone once you've thrown the 'I have a boyfriend card' but it didn't seem to work.

''Well, is he here?'' He continues, now with a tight smirk plastered onto his face.

Shrugging at his disgusting behavior, you went along with your lie, not thinking of the consequences that can be caused because of this.

''In a matter of fact, yes he is.'' You were now arms crossed. Not wanting to be put up with his bullshit any longer. ''Point me in his direction — need to see who I'm up against," he challenges you, now making the same movement as you, arms crossed over his chest.

You sigh before turning around, trying to get a good look at the people around you. Most of them were either in groups or already with a girl under the arm.

Shit, this seemed absolutely hopeless, but you weren't going to give up just yet.

Scanning around the bar, you catch a glimpse of a very handsome gentleman, sitting at the bar countertop, looking down at his drink. 

Perfect.

''There he is,'' you point towards the gentleman, the guy quickly catching on making him sigh in defeat.

''Well, I'm gonna head back to him. I think he's starting to miss me-"

''I'll come with you. My friends already left like 20 minutes ago, could really use some company.''

You were just about to decline but he had already made his way towards the handsome stranger you had pointed at.

That's embarrassing.

''I- give me just one minute alone with my boyfriend. He's uh- been feeling a bit down lately because of work," you explain as you had grabbed the stranger in the arm, not wanting him near your 'fake boyfriend'. You had to make him know about your stupid lie first.

The stranger nods, standing still near the dance floor, you excuse yourself walking towards the handsome stranger by the bar.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for tonight,'' you confess through gritted teeth, afraid the guy behind you would hear, ruining your uttermost plan to get rid of him.

He finally looked up from his almost empty glass of liquor. Fuck. He's really pretty. ''Your- wait what?'' He was obviously confused; you had just come out of nowhere asking for such a favor. It felt pathetic.

''Yeah- I- well, this creep won't leave me alone.'' You rubbed your hand on your right arm. 

He sighed, tilting his head to the side, trying to see the creep that has been bothering you. His gaze returned to you, adding a sympathetic smile, nodding his head. ''He's coming over-''

Before he could continue, the stranger had sat down next to the both of you. Fuck.

''Wassup man'' the bastard greeted your 'so-called boyfriend' who's name you didn't even know. Well, this is definitely gonna end badly.

''Sup'' he answered short, keeping his cool as the stranger had now approached you, not wanting to leave you alone.

''So, you're the boyfriend?''

Fuck.

This is where you die of embarrassment.

''Yeah.'' He kept his gaze on him, intimidating the fuck out of him. It seemed to work for a bit, until the rat decided to speak again.

''You guys don't look like a couple.'' He comments adding it with a slight scoff, trying to embarrass the both of you.

''Well we didn't ask for your opinion.'' You bite back with a bitter tone, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger.

''That's my girl," He praises you, both of your cheeks growing hot at the sudden praise and the fact he called you 'my girl', but it was just an act. You had to keep reminding yourself that.

You smile, resting your arm around his shoulders while nuzzling him in the nuke of his neck, side eyeing the creep who was actually looking like someone who wants to leave.

Thank god.

''Well, you two have fun.'' He excuses himself, before finally getting out of your sight. A big sigh had released from you, needed after trying to get rid of him since he set his eyes on you.

''Thank you.''

He nods, taking the last sip of his drink, making you notice the silver rings wrapped around his fingers. He slightly coughed, making your head turn upward, not noticing you had lost your gaze on his hands.

''You can remove yourself from me now,'' he adds. You had forgotten how your arm was still resting above his shoulders.

''I'm so sorry about that- he just walked up to me, asked if I wanted a drink, I declined, no shit. And then this man had the audacity to continue after I declined? What a fucking jerk am I right? So yeah — had to come up with some sort of lie to get out of that one. So I looked around the club and you were the only good looking guy, well, not good looking. Wait, you're not ugly! You’re just-" You paused, catching your breath before continuing, ''the first person I laid my eyes on and I didn’t really think about it so I just pointed at you aaaaand I can tell you didn’t even listen to a word I just said.”

The handsome stranger didn’t spare you a glance and had walked away, leaving his drink on the counter. He had ignored you.

Great. You had tried your best to not embarrass yourself in front of that pig earlier and now you had, in front of the beautiful stranger instead.

You decide to run after him, as he had walked out of the bar not bothering to continue your conversation, okay so maybe you talked the most but hey! He could've just cut you off.

''Hey! Excuse you," you shout, finally gaining his attention which was needed much earlier. You just wanted to explain yourself and this idiot just left.

''Hm?'' He hums, tilting his head, chewing on what seemed to be a piece of gum. He was so unbothered that not only did it piss you off, but it made him even more attractive.

''What kind of person leaves mid-conversation?'' You ask in disbelief, still in a loud tone to indicate that his behavior had pissed you off.

You expected him to answer you but no. He just scoffed before turning his back to you, disappearing through the dark alley.

Running late was not your forte. It was ridiculous how your car found it hilarious to not start the minute you turned on the engine. You had to act quickly and decide to take the bus nearest you. Not expecting it to run ten minutes late which only made things worse.

Today was a very important day. Amanda had notified you that a new guest was arriving at Fashlance. You mentally cursed the entire route to work, disappointed in yourself for arriving late.

''I'm here!'' You shout, arriving at the main lobby where Amanda was standing with a male, his back turned to you.

Amanda quickly caught your stressed gaze and sighs in relief.

''Thank god Y/N!'' She exclaims, slowly walking over to you. The guest's back still turned, admiring the art piece hanging on the wall.

''Don't freak out! But our guest is very attractive.'' She whispers while hugging you, making it less suspicious that you were talking about him.

You grin while shaking your head.

''Hi! I'm Y/N,'' you introduce yourself to the guest.

He turns and your face immediately freezes.

It can't be-

''You,'' you mutter under your breath, him being able to hear and smirking a bit.

''Min Yoongi. I don't think we've met.'' He greets you, as a stranger, which sets a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You decide to swallow that anger and smile bitterly while shaking his firm hand.

Motherfucker.

Amanda slapped you in the arm, glaring you down with wide eyes. Shit- did you just say that out loud?

''Do you two know each other?'' Amanda blurts, causing you and Yoongi to turn your attention towards her.

''No!''

''Yes!''

Min Yoongi looks at you with confusion written all over his face.

You roll your eyes at his childish act.

''Okay, well we should think of some designs," Amanda suggests,  easing the clear tension between Yoongi and you.

You nod not wanting 'whatever the fuck is going on' to continue.

Amanda had already made her way towards the main office, you trail behind her, before a firm grip grabs your wrist, making you turn to see Yoongi with a yet relaxed expression plastered onto his face.

Amanda doesn't notice you and Yoongi and continues strolling towards the office.

When she's out of your gaze, Yoongi decides to speak.

''So, this is where my fake girlfriend works.''

You widen your eyes at his comment. He didn't forget.

''You-'' You whisper-yell out of frustration, stopping yourself not wanting to cause a scene in front of your guest. Just stay professional, you kept telling yourself, mostly to remain calm and to act cold instead of bothered. Yet you were stunned because of how calm he suddenly was.

After all, you were at work, and yes, he's the last person you'd want to assist, but you had no choice.

He grins at your speechless response, retrieving his firm grip around your wrist, you don't even bother to wait for him, fleeting towards the office, before you lost your cool with him. This was going to be a long day.

''Ah! There you are,'' Amanda comments, already looking at a few designs you had sprawled around on the table.

The next twenty minutes were spent on trying to find the design Yoongi wanted for his suit. Kim Namjoon, owner of Stigma had eyed his work for some time, and had finally reached out to him, requesting him to showcase his paintings at his art gallery.

Namjoon had then recommended your firm, for his suit design, which he will be wearing for the exhibition.

It was mostly Amanda and Yoongi discussing each design. You just stayed quiet, keeping your anger hidden in a deep cave within you.

You felt a sudden buzz in your pocket, getting a hold of your phone, curious as to who might call you in the middle of the day.

It was your mother. Weird. She never calls, normally not in the middle of the day. Mostly when you already were off work. This seemed to be important.

You excused yourself, walking out of the office before answering.

''Mom?'' You ask out of confusion, maybe it was just a pocket dial.

''Darling! Why didn't you tell me?'' She questions, with a tint of excitement.

''I- Mom what is this about?''

''Your boyfriend!''

The spit from the back of your throat had now become a clump, causing you to suddenly choke.

''Sweetheart! Everything alright?''

You clear your throat before responding to the last thing you had expected to hear from your own mother.

''Where is this coming from?''

Was she dreaming? Did she dream that you had a boyfriend and thought it was real? This must be a joke right?

''Your cousin Marco! His friend saw you at the club, cuddling with a guy, and overheard a conversation about you two being a couple! This is great news. News I'd like to hear from you instead, young lady.''

What are the odds that someone who is in touch with your family is at the same club as you? Yes, absolutely zero. Well maybe like one percent. So why? Why did this have to land on you? Your life was already going down the drain, being single and having your parents poke you on and on about it.

''Mom-'' You start, wanting to explain yourself.

''But I can say that I'm very proud of you. For once, you've finally decided to take upon your father and I's advice.''

It wasn't often that your parents would praise you for something you've done. It felt somewhat comforting. A feeling you'd wish you could hold onto for much longer. But you couldn't. It's worse lying to your parents about a relationship which is very nonexistent, than having them poke at you more than once a week about your love life. You had to continue living with this, until you eventually found someone.

''But-'' You start once again, your mom is much quicker than you, as if she's planned the whole conversation already.

''No buts! I would love to meet the gentleman at your aunt's wedding next week,'' she insists, which caused a nausea to appear at the idea of having to bring someone, who well, isn't really a 'someone'. This was absolute hell. Your mother had always been very stubborn, causing this situation to worsen and your voice having absolutely no role in this whatsoever. As if you were having a strip of duct tape tightly sealed on your lips.

''Mom I don't have a-'' You were so close, yet again your mother was quick to interrupt, a habit she had which was stepping your buttons way too often for you to keep count.

''No excuses. I'll see you next week. Your father is calling me, bye.''

And with that the phone call ended. You froze. Not being able to move as if all your problems had crashed from the ceiling of the office onto you.

You were fucked. Utterly fucked.

''Y/N?'' the voice behind you woke you from your spacing out state.

You turned around being met with Yoongi, his eyes were set directly onto yours.

''You okay?''

The question startled you.

Min fucking Yoongi wants to know if you’re okay?

You clear your throat before giving a quick nod, entering the office again.

''There you are!'' Amanda shouts in relief, as if you were gone for 3 hours.

''I'm sorry! My mom called- you know how she is," you excuse, not noticing Yoongi staring at you since you've both entered the office.

''Your mom? She called you? At this hour?'' Amanda questions, as if all the information you had put out was never said. You knew she was in shock; she knew your mother would never call you at this time of day and neither for some casual chit chat.

''Yes, yes and yes." You mutter, still swallowing the phone call you had.

She hums, not continuing it further, seeing your drowned out state. ''I'm gonna get you something to eat. You look like someone who's about to throw up their 9 am coffee.''

With that, she got up from her seat, speeding out of the office, leaving you alone with Yoongi.

''I'm fucked," you curse to yourself, covering your face with your hands, wanting to shut yourself out from the real world. The world where a 'rumor' has started in your family, about you. Fuck- that sound's terrifying, and it is. Very.

''What?''

''I'm fucked, Yoongi,'' you exclaimed once again, pulling the roots from your hair out of frustration.

''Oh- did that rat from the club contact you?'' He grins, clearly joking with you to either cheer you up, or piss you off more than you already are.

You give him a dead glare, him quickly losing his smile. ''Okay, not the time for jokes, got it," he murmurs, looking down, showing his regret for whatever kind of joke that was.

''I need your help.'' Was the last sentence you wanted to throw at him.

''Aren't I the one who's supposed to get help?'' He smirks, lifting both his brows, stating his obvious point that yes, he's the one getting help from Amanda and you. But this was a different type of help, unfortunately.

''Just shut up and listen,'' you grew tired. Yoongi's sarcasm, you and your mother's conversation, and now this awful idea which you were hiding from not only Yoongi, but also a big part of yourself. You didn't want this. You needed this.

To your surprise, Yoongi kept himself quiet, eyes fixated on you, indicating that you have his undivided attention.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.''

There it was.

That sentence once again.

Yoongi's eyes widened at your request.

''Again?!'' He shouts in confusion.

Okay, maybe this actually was a bad idea. But it was the 'only' solution. No, okay, maybe the second-best solution to the whole thing. Of course, the first solution would be to tell your mom that it was all an act, but she never lets you speak.

You take a deep breath before nodding to Yoongi, yes, this was going to happen whether the both of you liked it or not.

''It's once,'' you respond with a sharp tone. You had to win this.

''Where is this coming from? Did the rat track you down?'' He asks, his tone laced with uncertainty. Now supporting his hands onto the table. Your eyes set on his hands for a split second remembering back to the night where you gawked at the sight of them. Now, was not the time-

''I don't even know where to start!'' You exclaim, throwing your hands around in despair. Everything seemed pointless.

''From the beginning.''

You nod.

''A friend of my cousin Marco saw us, that night.''

Yoongi closed his eyes, maybe it was his way of receiving such unpleasant information. He hums, signaling you to continue.

''So, now, my whole family thinks I'm dating you.'' You finish off, well this was just the beginning, but Yoongi needed to swallow that information first before you could allow yourself to proceed.

''Fuck.''

''Yeah- that's just the beginning.''

Yoongi freezes at your words, not knowing where this leads and you can clearly see the discomfort he feels about the whole situation. You wish yourself that this never happened. You should've never pulled that stunt in the first place.

''You- um, might want to sit down for this one,'' you propose, in which he does.

And so, you tell him, from you and your parents' often weird relationship to the conversation about your dating life involving your parents and ending it with the phone call from your mom.

''Wow.''

''Yeah, would be great if you could help me out!'' You pleaded, needing this a lot more than you thought.

''What's in it for me?''

You chuckle, setting your eyes on his, ''An adventure you'll never forget.''

''So cliché.'' He retorts as if he didn't just use a cliché sentence himself. Asshole.

''Please. I'll do anything.'' Now you were almost begging.

''Anything?'' He parrots.

''Anything.''

''Fine. Get on your knees.''

Your eyes widen at his order. Did this man really want head from you to play your fake boyfriend for one fucking weekend? This has to be a joke.

''I'm not sucking your dick Yoongi,'' you blurt out.

Yoongi's lips start to tremble — is he really about to cry?

His mouth opens wide and he's laughing. Wow.

His laughter quiets down, ''Just do as I say.''

You carefully get on your knees, a bit far from Yoongi, still skeptical over what he precisely wants from you. You look up, indicating you are ready for new 'orders'. God that sounded wrong.

''Now, beg for it.''

Oh.

''Please, please, please!'' You beg, still down on your knees.

''Please, what?''

''Please be my fake boyfriend again! I can't do this without you Yoongi.'' This had to be enough. You hope.

He sighs before revealing his answer, ''okay.''

You squeal out of happiness, before the door opens and Amanda walks in with a transparent white bag, the smell of fries erupts in the room.

''Why are you on your knees?'' You tilt your head in Amanda's direction, seeing a bewildered Amanda.

''I dropped something! Did you bring Popeyes?''

She nods, as you stand up to look through the bag of fried chicken and fries. You gave her a small kiss to her cheek and thanked her for the gesture.

''Sit.'' you demand, while opening your laptop.

''Why are we here?'' Yoongi asks, noticing the small space you were sitting in.

You had invited Yoongi to come to your local library, as you wanted to clear the air about the whole fake dating thing. It had absolutely stressed you out, the thought of Yoongi certainly not knowing anything about your family. And if you had an actual boyfriend, he had to know every single detail, because you sure as hell ramble a lot about them.

''Do I need to remind you that the wedding is in two days?''

He scoffs, before sitting down in front of you. You turn the computer around showing him your handmade PowerPoint. You came prepared.

The title for the PowerPoint was, 'Everything you need to know about my shitty family,' Yoongi snickered at your ridiculous PowerPoint.

''You're kidding?''

''Shut it.''

First slide was an introduction to your parents, even though you've already made it clear that no, your relationship with your parents has been far from perfect. Ever since you moved out, your mother has given you certain advice, mostly involving men. You were her only child, so it wasn't hard to figure out why she was so uptight about the whole 'dating thing'. You were her one-way ticket for her to become a grandma.

Next is, your aunts and uncles.

''Let's start with Aunt Jennie, she can be a lot.'' You pointed out the slide showing a picture from your 18th birthday, where she had gotten so drunk, she started singing loudly 'Gangnam Style'. Everybody's attention had turned to her when that day should've been all about you.

''She's uh- well a bitch.'' You say in all honesty.

''Oh, do explain,'' Yoongi pressures, seeing your angry and pissed off face at the mention of her.

''You're not gonna believe me.''

''Try me.''

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for a family secret to be revealed. ''She, how do I say this, well, I had a childhood crush, and she fucked his mother.'' You blurt out, Yoongi's eyes growing wide at the confession.

''That, I did not expect.''

You didn't want to go into detail, revealing how uncomfortable the situation made you feel. So, you moved on.

''Next is Aunt Pamela, she's very quiet. Don't expect much from her, but she is very kind. Probably my favorite aunt if I had to choose.'' You had picked a picture from her 30th birthday, where she had received her puppy, now named based on her favorite food. Kimchi.

''Kimchi is adorable!'' You didn't expect Yoongi to be a dog person. Well now you know more about him too.

''Moving on, Aunt Bridget. Let me just say this, stay away from her. That woman was born without a filter and will make you uncomfortable in a milli fucking second.'' You indicate, trying to show how serious you were about it, but all you earned from Yoongi was a stupid grin.

''Ohh, I'm so scared!'' He spoke in a terrified ironic tone. He can't seem to take you seriously, and you were about to lose your patience.

''Min Yoongi. I'm serious!'' You whisper yell, not wanting to cause attention around you, as you were situated in a public library.

He nods his head once or twice, motioning for you to continue. You press onto the keyboard, revealing your uncles.

''This is Uncle Sam and his husband Philip. If I had to give out an award for best couple, it would be to them. They have the best humor, and I would not mind if you spend more time talking to them than me.'' You explain in a cheerful tone. They always had your back no matter what. Always telling you the family gossip and being honest with you. Which made you guys grow closer over the years. Sam was your mother's brother, and he had scolded her once or twice for being so harsh towards you.

“Finally, two decent people.” He comments. You had a shitty family mostly, which is probably why Yoongi was surprised by the sudden compliment you had thrown.

“Ha ha ha. Okay, finally, Uncle Seokjin.” A slide showing a few posters from the k-dramas and movies he starred in. He was the definition of the cool uncle.

“Your Uncle is THE Kim Seokjin?” Yoongi’s doe eyes had become more prominent, indicating he had not expected that. You had no idea that Yoongi was a k-drama fan.

“Y-yeah?”

“Wow, might just date you for real to see more of him.” He throws in the open, making you gulp. Something about him mentioning you two dating for real, sent a few unexpected shivers down your spine. You decided to brush it off, instead throwing a comeback to his confession.

“So, you’d use me as your pawn?” You scoff.

Yoongi can’t help but laugh at your awful comeback.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one using me as your pawn, instead of coming clean to your family.” A smirk now plastered onto his face, because he was right, and you both knew it.

“Touché.”

You were patiently waiting at the airport for Min Yoongi, or should you say boyfriend? Fake boyfriend? Pawn? No. Okay.

Let's just get this over with.

You sigh, still not catching a glance of Yoongi. Even after you had told him everything he needed to know, you still felt nervous. It was probably the fact that you're lying to your whole family. But you wanted to prove yourself to them, that you are capable of dating and don't just fuck guys from an app anymore.

You finally caught sight of Yoongi. He was wearing an oversized white tee, tucked into oversized black pants, added with a black cap. He looked good. ''And the adventure begins,'' you spoke first, gaining a grin from Yoongi as you both started walking towards security.

The plane ride was mostly silent, just as you were about to doze off, Yoongi decided to speak. ''Y/N?''

You shift in your seat, turning your face towards Yoongi, seeing a worried expression. You hum a yes, still a bit sleepy.

''We should set some ground rules.''

''Ground rules?'' You question, not knowing what kind of 'rules' should be set. You just have to act like a couple, it can't be that hard.

''Yeah, just like in every cliché fake dating movie, they set rules.'' Yoongi explains to you.

''Ohh- like in 'To all the boys I've loved before'?''

Yoongi nods. You didn't hesitate, asking the red-haired stewardess for a pen and a piece of paper — not long after she returned with it, you thanked her afterwards.

''Seriously?'' Yoongi comments, you are already scribbling 'Ground Rules' onto the piece of paper.

''Okay Min Yoongi, what is the first rule?'' You expect Yoongi to exclude disgusting pet names, or just plainly ask you to never call him something else than Yoongi — but that wasn't exactly the case.

''No kissing.'' He blurts out, his cheeks now a light shade of pink.

''No kissing?! How is my family gonna believe that we're together?'' You whisper yell, annoyed by such a rule. It's not because you wanted to kiss Yoongi — absolutely not. You just didn't want any suspicion to grow onto you and Yoongi this weekend. By not kissing or showing affection, it would be very hard to convince — especially your mother — that you are indeed dating.

''Hey, just not on the lips.'' He defends. Okay, that was at least better than nothing — if Yoongi and yourself just gave each other small pecks on the cheek, it might sell.

''Fine, no kissing on the lips.'' You repeat, writing it down under rule number one. Yoongi smiles in satisfaction.

As soon as you finish writing it down, Yoongi adds yet another rule.

''No matter what happens, after this weekend, the deal is off.'' Yoongi says sternly, as if something was bound to bring you in this situation again. You brush him off, not wanting him to worry.

''Second rule, deal is off after the wedding, no matter what.'' You parrot, while writing it down. Yoongi watched attentively, the pen leaving and submitting itself back onto the paper.

''Anything else?''

''No crazy pet names. I will gag on your shoes if you throw one at me.'' Yoongi threatens. You chuckled, before writing it down under rule number three.

''I knew you would say that.'' Yoongi laughed in the process, yet you knew he was dead serious.

''We should have a safe word.'' Yoongi suggests, you nod in agreement. For a minute, no words were exchanged, Yoongi and you were too focused to think of the perfect safe word.

Deep in your thoughts, the stewardess passed by the both of you, holding a tray with toast and avocado.

Yoongi noticed the tray too, looking at you before blurting, ''Avocado! That should be the safe word.'' You nodded in excitement before writing it down onto the paper.

''Okay, we're definitely ready now.'' You confirmed, Yoongi giving you a small smile.

The hotel was bigger than expected. For a minute you had forgotten how rich Aunt Jennie and her soon to be husband were. Okay, maybe not like 'Crazy Rich Asians' type rich, but definitely a close second.

Yoongi admired the details in the lobby where you two were standing, waiting for someone to assist you.

''I'm so sorry. How may I help you?'' A middle-aged man finally spoke.

''Hi, we're here for the wedding of Jennie Wong.'' you correspond, Yoongi still admiring the lobby ceiling being covered in ancient paintings.

''Name please?''

''Y/N L/N.''

Yoongi trying to hide a smile, now knowing your full name.

''Ah, room 206.'' The man checked you both in, handing you each a key card for your room. You both thank him, grabbing your suitcases, and now walking towards the elevators.

It didn't take long before you were standing in front of room 206, the numbers engraved in gold. You swiped the key card, opened the door, letting Yoongi in after you.

Just as you had closed the door, Yoongi shouted your name.

You don't waste another second, walking towards the bedroom.

''Fuck.'' you let out, seeing only a king-sized bed. How could you forget that your mother, who is quite invested in this 'very real relationship' would of course book a room, with only one bed. Now you felt like you were living in every book who included the 'there's only one bed trope'. You snicker at the comical scene in front of you. Yoongi's ears turn red at the idea of sleeping next to you. To your disadvantage, there wasn't even a couch to save you from this.

''Off to a great start!'' You declare in an ironic tone, placing your suitcase by the window. You started unpacking, not really having anything else to do — the rehearsal dinner first being tomorrow.

You unfolded your two dresses, not wanting them to be wrinkled, when you finally wore them. You turned around, seeing Yoongi place most of the pillows into some sort of barrier between the two sides of the bed. You scoff at his ridiculous act. ''Calm down, I'm not going to throw myself at you.'' You try to defend yourself, although Yoongi doesn't stop. ''Well, you never know what might happen if alcohol is involved.'' He points out, leaving you stunned that he even thinks you can't control yourself because of alcohol.

You don't think for another second when you pull one of the pillows away from Yoongi's grasp.

''Yoongi, for this whole thing to go as planned, you're gonna have to trust me.'' Yoongi's grasp on the pillow slowly softened. You took it as a sign that he gave you right. Almost sighing gracefully, Yoongi's grasp yet again tightened, you falling over onto the bed, landing face flat onto the sheets. ''Ow!''

''The barrier stays.'' Yoongi insists.

You lift yourself up from the covers, seeing a stable Yoongi, not daring to move.

You grunt in annoyance, your one arm swings, catching onto the pillow. ''Yoongi. Let go of the pillow.'' You demand.

Yoongi shakes his head, yanking the pillow towards himself, almost causing you to fall once again. ''Yoongi!'' You scream, still holding onto the pillow for dear life. He still doesn't bother, causing the both of you to yank the pillow back and forth, until one of you decides to give up.

And that isn't exactly what happens, instead the pillow rips into two, the feathers spreading all over the bed. You sigh in defeat, finally letting go.

''Okay, okay! Fine. The barrier stays.'' You exclaim, Yoongi cheering at the victory. ''Now clean this mess up.'' You add, before going to the bathroom to take a warm bath.

Yoongi grunts in annoyance, instantly regretting pulling the pillow too hard.

The night ends on a somewhat positive note. Still, as you laid in your shared bed, you could feel one or two feathers, which itched you throughout your sleep — you mentally threw a tantrum to Yoongi in your head, before finally drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to the sun shining in through the window, blinding your eyes as you slowly opened them — now rubbing them to finally adjust to the light. You turn to see a sleepy Yoongi, mouth a bit agape, small snores escaping his lips in the process. You smiled at the sight, stretching right after, letting out a small moan from the pleasure of your morning stretch, hitting you just right. Yoongi doesn't notice the small moan escaping your lips — thank god.

You don't wake up Yoongi, letting him sleep in while you get ready. As you brush your teeth in the mirror, it clicks for you that today you're gonna have to push through all your family members. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

You lightly slapped both of your cheeks, hyping yourself in the mirror. ''Y/N, you got this. No one is going to suspect a thing.'' You kept reassuring yourself. You pulled yourself out of the bathroom, seeing Yoongi trying to comb his messy morning hair with his fingers.

''Morning.'' you spoke, Yoongi turning his head towards you, repeating your words.

You check your phone, once you've sat back down on your shared bed.

mom remember, rehearsal dinner at 5:30 p.m. [11:56 AM]

You don't bother answering, instead turning your head to tell Yoongi the information from your mother's text.

''The rehearsal dinner is-'' you pause, noticing the prominent bulge through Yoongi's boxers, as he stands to stretch his arms. Morning wood. Shit — don't look Y/N. You try your best to not look down at his boxers, making you look confused as your gaze searched everything else in the room than him, ''-it's... at 5:30.'' You finally finish, your gaze still trying to regain onto everything but Yoongi's boner.

Yoongi acted way to chill for your liking, did he know you could see his boner? Did he want you to see his boner? Okay, no. That's crazy. He's the one who came up with the no kissing rule and the barrier in the bed, so for him to want you to see his boner, would not make sense. You got so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't notice how Yoongi had left the room to get himself ready.

You face palmed yourself, letting your brain even reach the idea of Yoongi wanting you sexually — you didn't want him sexually so why even bother thinking that?

Up until the rehearsal dinner, you decided to start the crime novel you had brought from home, if ever you needed to pass time — or to stop yourself from thinking about the fact you've seen Yoongi's boner.

Ah yes, the rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi and you finally reached the main floor, your hands now clammy the closer you reached the doors, leading to the room or more so the arena where the wedding would be held. Yoongi must have noticed your sudden nervousness, his hand reaching down to yours, squeezing it lightly to reassure you. The gesture itself was sweet, but your mind was too occupied with what might happen as soon as you walked through those doors.

''Relax. It's gonna be okay.'' Now Yoongi was trying to reassure you with words, yet you remained the opposite of calm. You tried to recollect your hyped-up words to yourself, you've got this.

''Okay, let's go.''

And with that you both entered the dining arena, the first person that caught your eye was your mother. She quickly notices you, making you gulp from nervousness. ''Y/N! You came.'' She excitedly spoke to you, while Yoongi's hand was still intertwined with yours. You gave her a small peck to the cheek, her returning back to where she stood, getting a good look at Min Yoongi, your fake boyfriend for the rest of this weekend — you had to remind yourself.

''So, you're the fine gentleman my daughter has been hiding from me.'' She comments, side eyeing you in the process to scold you for it, without Yoongi having to notice.

''I'm Yoongi. Nice to meet you.'' Giving her a small smile, to show politeness and kindness as well.

''Honey! Come meet Yoongi.'' Your mother called out to your dad, a glass of champagne in his hand, talking with what seemed to be Aunt Bridget.

He excuses himself, walking over to greet Yoongi and you. ‘’Hi, I’m the dad.’’ He introduces in a silly tone, maybe to ease the clear tension between your mother and you. It doesn’t work that well, not until Yoongi cracks a light joke about the tables being ‘too’ round, you didn’t really hear as much, your mind being anywhere but at this rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi took quick notice of your behavior, squeezing your hand occasionally to make sure you’re here. You always brushed him off with a smile, not wanting to go into detail about how much your mother’s behavior affects you.

‘’Oh! I think Aunt Bridget would like to speak with the both of you, go on.’’ Your mother spoke, lightly giving you a push on your back, encouraging you.

When you reached Aunt Bridget, Yoongi side eyes you, knowing she is that one person you should stay the fuck away from.

''Y/N, how good to see you again!'' And now the official show begins. You put on a smile, pressing onto Yoongi's arm for more support.

''How are you?'' You decided to ask first, trying your best for Aunt Bridget to keep talking about herself, so she wouldn't throw an uncomfortable comment at you or even worse Yoongi.

She couldn't help but laugh, as if your question was said by a comedian at a stand up show.

''No, how are you my dear?'' Aunt Bridget, was of course smart about this, turning the conversation towards you. She wiggled her eyebrows when she caught onto Yoongi, with a half crooked smile not knowing what to say, as your words from earlier this week had gotten to his head.

You fake a smile, wanting this to end as quickly as it could, in reality that was 2 hours and 3 minutes from now; but you weren't counting.

''I'm fine, this is Yoongi, my boyfriend.'' The word boyfriend came out a bit too natural for your liking, you only took it as a good sign. It showed you were warming up to Yoongi and this whole fucked up plan you cooked up in your brain.

Aunt Bridget's eyes slowly moved from Yoongi's face to his feet, but shortly stopping at his crotch. You refrain yourself from letting out a loud sigh at her behavior; knowing this was indeed not new.

''Yoongi was it?'' Aunt Bridget let out, letting her hand roam on his arm, Yoongi only threw you a side eye, internally panicking over her behavior. You wanted to let out a laugh, especially since Yoongi didn't take your words seriously when you told him about Aunt Bridget.

''How good is it?'' She turned to you, with a smirk on her face. You knew what she indicated and Yoongi's sudden laugh quickly turned to a cough to cover up the fact that you were indeed embarrassed.

''Aunt Bridget! How much champagne did you drink?'' Quickly saving the both of you from more embarrassment, she only scoffs in response, looking down at her glass merely filled, eyes full of guilt.

You quickly apologize, taking Yoongi by the hand leading the both of you elsewhere. ''I'm so sorry about that-''

''No, don't be. You warned me. I just didn't think it would be that bad.''

Normally, you would say the classic 'told you so' but seeing how uncomfortable Yoongi was because of Aunt Bridget, you held yourself back.

''Oh, there's Aunt Pamela.'' Hastily you changed the subject, catching onto Aunt Pamela sitting by her table, not chatting with anyone.

While walking towards her, Yoongi's hand squeezed yours a little tighter for a second, as if he was afraid you would let go. You didn't dwell on the thought for too long, focusing on your Aunt in front of you.

''Y/N, my beautiful niece! How are you?'' Her eyes, smiling towards you as well as her pearly white teeth.

''I'm doing great! I want you to meet my boyfriend, Yoongi.'' Yoongi stepped forward, shaking her hand lightly with a bright gummy smile.

''Oh my! What a fine gentleman.'' Adding a grin, seeing Yoongi blush at her comment to his appearance.

''I've heard you have a dog named Kimchi!'' Yoongi excitedly mentions, remembering your PowerPoint, which made you smile at the thought.

You've never seen Aunt Pamela talk as much as she just did with Yoongi, them talking from Kimchi to art in a millisecond.

''Y/N, you've hit the jackpot.''

''I really did.'' You look up, being met with Yoongi's eyes already set on yours. It was a short moment of eye contact, but the longest you've had, noticing how brown his eyes were and the length of his eyelashes.

''Seokjin! I was wondering where you'd go.'' That made Yoongi immediately turn his head, seeing the one and only Kim Seokjin standing next to Aunt Pamela.

''I couldn't find the bathroom, have you seen the size of this hotel? It's like the Maze Runner.''

Yoongi grinned at Seokjin's joke, his eyes filled with hearts. Okay, yes he freaked out when you told him you were in family with Kim Seokjin; you just didn't peg him for a big fan.

''I'm glad my joke is appreciated. Kim Seokjin, it's my pleasure.'' Reaching his hand towards Yoongi's, giving him a firm handshake. Yoongi's mouth was agape, still processing when he touched Kim Seokjin's hand.

''Min Yoongi. It's an honor.'' You had never seen this day coming; Min Yoongi fangirling hard over your uncle.

''I'm sensing you're a fan of my work.'' Seokjin chuckling over Yoongi wildly nodding his head.

Yoongi starts rambling about every k-drama your uncle was in. Seokjin grinning, amazed how Yoongi remembered by heart every k-drama he starred in.

''At least someone is a fan.'' Seokjin's side glaring at you, to showcase that you'd want to get on Yoongi's level if you wanted to meet the hot k-drama actors.

The rehearsal dinner turns out better than expected. Yoongi and you were seated next to Aunt Pamela and Seokjin, grinning over Aunt Bridget's drunken state, her mumbling far too much TMI information to the whole family.

''Yoongi, what do you do for work?'' Seokjin asks, casually sipping on his white wine, being disgusted by the sweet champagne which Aunt Bridget seemed to like a bit much.

''I'm an artist, well a painter.'' He corrects himself, to be more precise.

''Impressive!'' Seokjin adds, raising both brows in the process.

''I'm having an exhibition next month, you should come!'' Yoongi spoke too quickly. In a month, your deal would be done for good and having Seokjin come to it would be difficult having to either explain a complete disaster of a story or just stretch out the deal for one more evening.

''I'll make sure to be there.''

Yoongi nervously chuckled, sensing your glare next to him. Giving you a 'I panicked, okay?' look, making you roll your eyes.

''Pumpkin is such a good artist.'' You were bitter, Yoongi had just broken one of his own rules so he needed a taste of his own medicine; cringe pet names is the way to go.

Yoongi choked on his rosé, when the nickname reached his ears.

''But nothing beats your designs, Muffin.'' Now Yoongi's hand landed on your thigh, giving it a firm grip which made you lightly gasp. He was too good at this.

''Stop it Poopsie! We've been over this.'' You rolled your eyes, seeing Pamela and Seokjin awkwardly chuckle at your act.

Yoongi fake grinned, leaning towards your ear, ''If you call me one more pet name, I'm taking the first flight home.'' You gulped, it was a clear threat and knowing you overstepped did give you a sense of victory over this little war, but now Yoongi warned you and you immediately stopped the silly act.

As the rehearsal dinner reached its end, Yoongi got more exhausted than he intended, wanting nothing more than a warm shower before bed.

''Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can stay if you want.'' He whispers casually, while you were sitting with Seokjin chatting over his latest drama. You nod, before he disappears through the big entrance.

You continue your conversation with Seokjin. Him telling you all about his female co-star Park Min-young. They apparently had to film a love scene, the boom operator accidentally dropping the boom stick on Seokjin's head, making him fall flat onto Park Min-young. He processed to show you the deleted scene, you laughing till tears started forming.

''Y/N.'' Your laughter quickly dimmed, seeing your mother in a very stressed state. What does she want now?

''Take Aunt Bridget to her room. She's too drunk.'' Your mother ordered. You caught a glimpse of Aunt Bridget trying to force Aunt Jennie to take a sip of her champagne, Aunt Jennie quickly refusing with a red covered face.

You excuse Seokjin for having to leave, him nodding and smiling in understanding.

''Aunt Bridget! Let me take you to your room.'' She quickly agrees, locking herself to you, stumbling a bit on the way out. Aunt Jennie mumbles a low thank you to you, seeing as if Aunt Bridget had been a huge embarrassment for everyone.

''So how good was that champagne?'' You snicker at your own joke, seeing Aunt Bridget mimic your sentence in a high pitch tone with a lot of blurted words. Thankfully, the elevator was quick and you were already walking towards her room.

Her room was right next to yours, 206. The familiar letters engraved in the door in gold details. Aunt Bridget doesn't hesitate before trying to open, not even bothering to detect her room key. You decide to help, rummaging through her green velour handbag. You instantly lose all your patience, walking towards your room before you go back down to the rehearsal dinner and look for the lost room key.

So, the next best thing to do is take her to your room. You had forgotten all about Yoongi taking a shower and leaving earlier — until now. 

Aunt Bridget was the first one to catch sight of a naked Yoongi once you opened the door for the both of you. Her being already drunk off her mind, didn’t exactly help the awkward encounter. 

‘’Oh, so it is good.’’ A smirk grew on her face, after she’d caught sight of Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi looked like a deer caught in headlights, quickly covering his private area with his hands. You smacked Aunt Bridget’s shoulder, still stunned from catching a glimpse of it. 

‘’I couldn’t find the towels.’’ He explained, while you covered Aunt Bridget’s sight with your hand. You pointed in the direction of the towels, almost catching a sight of his butt when he slightly turned to reach for the drawers with towels. Until he found a towel, you remained with your eyes set on the ceiling. 

‘’Okay, all clear.’’ 

Aunt Bridget removed your hand, slurring mostly her words, ‘’I can’t believe you found a man with a good face and a long di-’’ 

‘’I think that’s enough!’’ You cut her off, not wanting her to say such a thing in front of Yoongi who’s probably still very embarrassed over not only you but your Aunt as well seeing him naked. 

To your luck, Seokjin had found Aunt Bridget’s key card, helping her quickly to her room. It left an awkward tension between Yoongi and you, and for the first time you were glad that the pillow barrier was between you. 

You were laying in silence, the only sound in the room being the AC and your breathing. You wanted to say something, anything. But you didn’t and it resolved into a night with almost no sleep and awkward silence. 

Thankfully it was the wedding today, which meant one more day of this fake dating and you’d both be out of your merry way. The morning was as awkward as expected, only a good morning being exchanged between you. It was all quiet until Yoongi suddenly threw a tantrum. 

"Of course! Of course I forget a second suit!’’ He exclaims and you feel as if he’s talking to himself and not you – due to it still being awkward between the both of you. It’s first when Yoongi sits down and turns to you, his gaze begging for help that you speak up.

"Maybe Uncle Seokjin can borrow you a suit! Last I remember he overpacked three too many." You had accidentally overheard Aunt Jennie gossiping to her soon-to-be husband about Kim Seokjin’s tendency of overpacking. He might just be the only solution for Yoongi's suit emergency. 

Yoongi looks at you blankly, his eyes blinking way too much, not knowing if you’re serious or not. 

‘’I’ll be back.’’ With that you walked out of your shared room and directly to Seokjin’s. Seokjin’s room wasn’t far away, just longer down the hall and you were surprised to see that Seokjin wasn’t standing alone. Aunt Jennie was there as well. 

‘’Ah, my favorite niece!’’ Seokjin caressed your back, seeing your uncomfortable state near Aunt Jennie. She looked stressed and it seemed she tried to find support through Seokjin. 

‘’Seokjin? Do you have a suit for Yoongi, he apparently forgot his second suit back home.’’ You explained and Aunt Jennie only looked down to her feet, trying not to laugh. You ignored her for now, not wanting to cause a bicker for nothing. It was her wedding day after all. 

‘’Of course! I’ll drop by your room in a minute.’’ You thanked him before returning to your room. Yoongi was reading your crime novel and seemed more invested than you’d imagine, him reading a crime novel was the last thing you imagined happening on this trip; yet again you don’t really know much about him. 

‘’Do you like it so far?’’ Yoongi swiftly turns his head up, his brown hair covering a bit of his eyes and he only shakes it, closing the book in an instant. ‘’I’ve already read it.’’ 

‘’You like crime novels?’’ 

‘’I would rather say love than like.’’ You only hum in surprise not expecting Yoongi to love crime novels as much as you do. 

‘’Oh! Seokjin will drop by with his suits.’’ That makes Yoongi finally relax as his shoulders slump and he finally exhales a long awaited sigh of relief. 

After a few time passing conversations, a knock is heard and it reveals Seokjin, standing with as said three suits too much. Yoongi becomes nervous whenever Seokjin is in his presence – his inner fanboy is screaming right now. 

‘’All right Yoongi. Strip.’’ Seokjin lays out the suit on the bed and Yoongi looks at you worried, while slowly unzipping his pants. He obeyed Seokjin too fast and you instantly got sent back to the night where you caught onto the sight of Yoongi wet and naked – with Aunt Bridget being drunk out of her mind. 

‘’I’m– I’m gonna go get ready in the bathroom! I’ll leave you to it.’’ You only heard a soft mumbled ‘okay’ from Seokjin before you grabbed your dress and scurried hurriedly to the bathroom. Your heart was pounding – quicker than it should. You were just scared for the actual wedding; not anything else at all. Your thoughts drifted off as soon as the warm water made contact with your skin. 

‘’You look great!’’ You heard Seokjin shout out of excitement, right after you were done getting ready. Unlocking the door you almost choked at the sight. Yoongi was wearing a classic black suit, his brown hair slightly parted. He looked good, like, really fucking good. You had maybe noticed for a bit too long, Seokjin laughing at your gawking expression towards your fake boyfriend. 

‘’You’re gonna have to wait till later to jump his bones, not now.’’ It was a lame joke by Seokjin and normally you would laugh but hearing Seokjin throwing a comment about you having sex with Yoongi, sent a rush to your heat and your cheeks grew hot. Yoongi on the other hand, laughed lightly at Seokjin’s joke, thanking him once again for the suit, all while you were focusing on not to drool over Yoongi in a black suit. Focus Y/N, just focus. 

Seokjin left the room not long after, sending a wink your way which you turned down with a slap to his shoulder making him grin before being out of sight. 

‘’Can’t believe I’m wearing Kim Seokjin’s suit! Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming.’’ You rolled your eyes, pinching him in the arm making Yoongi wince yet smile knowing he was indeed not dreaming. 

‘’You ready to go?’’ He nods in approval and you both step out, walking towards the wedding ceremony. 

It was more crowded, seeming as if over a hundred people were invited, excluding you and Yoongi. To make sure you wouldn’t lose sight of one another, you held onto him firmly, his cheeks turning pink and you figured it was probably because of the heat in the room; although the AC was on full blast. 

‘’You look great Yoongi.’’ You turn, seeing he’s already looking at you. ‘’Thank you. You look beautiful.’’ His eyes roam your body, taking in the sight of you in a beautiful dress. You thank him and that’s when you see it, a tiny little sparkle in the corner of Yoongi’s right eye. You keep looking at it, being too mesmerized by it until you’re interrupted by your cousin, Marco. 

‘’Oh wow.’’ He comments, making you turn quickly and lose sight of Yoongi’s sparkling eyes. 

‘’Marco!’’ You remove yourself from Yoongi’s embrace, hugging Marco tightly knowing you haven’t seen him for over a year; due to him getting married himself and now awaiting a child. 

‘’Wow! You look great!’’ He notices your dress and you smile at the compliment. 

‘’This is Yoongi, my boyfriend.’’ You move aside as Yoongi and Marco share a firm handshake, both smiling gently towards each other. 

‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’s cousin, Marco. But you already knew that.’’ He smirks, knowing you too well. 

‘’I’m gonna have to say it. You two complement each other really well.’’ 

You take a hold of Yoongi’s hand in yours; to play along, ‘’We sure do.’’ You agree, smiling towards Yoongi who’s blushing – wow, he can really act well. 

‘’Seems like the ceremony is about to start, I’ll catch you at the bar later.’’ With a received nod from you, Marco is slowly disappearing between the big crowd in the hotel arena. You and Yoongi find your seats not long after, the violins begin to play and the wedding ceremony is officially in motion. 

Everything was beautiful, the dress Aunt Jennie wore, their vows to each other and mostly the details decorating the arena, mostly white and sage green colors. 

‘’Drink?’’ Yoongi asks beside you, when people are starting to move towards the tables to eat. You nod, taking his hand in yours; liking the warm feeling it gave you against your own palm. At the bar you catch onto the sight of your two favorite uncles, Sam and Philip. They wave excitedly at you and Yoongi is quick to notice your favorite uncles. You embrace them together, them hugging you firmly and Yoongi stands with a small distance, admiring the interaction, seeing you shine brightly by being in the presence of Philip and Sam. 

‘’Who’s this gentleman? He’s cute!’’ Phillip whispers in your ear and you laugh lightly while removing yourself. 

‘’This is Yoongi,’’ you pause, looking at him before continuing, ‘’my boyfriend.’’ Somehow your smile grew at the words and so did Yoongi’s. You were doing much better than expected at this fake dating act, you took a mental note to tell Yoongi later. 

‘’I’ve heard great things about you from Y/N. You guys mean a lot to her.’’ Yoongi tells naturally to Philip and Sam who seem in awe of this information, as well as yourself. Yoongi shakes both of their hands and they seem delighted to stand with him. 

‘’Y/N means a lot to us as well, which means you better not break her heart. If you do…’’ Philip starts off, Yoongi immediately feeling threatened by the change of tone in Philip’s words, but Sam finishes off, ‘’Just don’t.’’ With a pleasant smile, yet bitter to send a threatening warning. It doesn’t surprise you for your uncles to be overprotective. They know how hard it’s been for you in this family, especially your relationship with your mother, who’s always been troubling and difficult to handle on your own. She was your first heartbreak. Which does explain you not being able to date someone seriously, afraid of the hurt if they do decide to leave you. 

Yoongi only chuckles dryly, not knowing what to say, knowing the deal will be off after the wedding. The closer Yoongi has gotten to your family, the worse it gets. He's clicked with all your family members, especially Seokjin and Pamela. So for it to end so suddenly after, sends an unwanted rush and you immediately lose your smile. You’ve become anxious again. How do you break the news to them? Will they be disappointed in you? Will your mother step you down – more than she already has? 

‘’Hey. You okay?’’ Yoongi hands you your drink, noticing the smile from your face fade so quickly. You nod, drinking your drink in one go. Sam and Phillip look worriedly at you, asking you if you were okay once again. 

‘’I’m fine! Seriously, I’m okay.’’ You grunt in annoyance of them asking. You didn’t like bringing attention to yourself – even though they only asked because they care. 

‘’Let’s dance.’’ You don’t think for long, taking Yoongi by the hand leading him to the dance floor. Couples are dancing to the slow song playing in the background, you notice it, it’s one of your favorites, Pluto Projector. The version was slowed, making it soothe under your skin and create a slow ambiance on the dance floor. 

You saw Aunt Jennie and her husband dancing, with admiration in both their eyes, full of love. Your heart fluttered at the sight, although it sank right after, seeing this might never be you. Someone falling in love with you, your true self, it was… hard to believe. It was reality. You were never more than a one night stand, a fuck buddy –  if lucky. You were nothing – except the body you carry. You don’t know where all these thoughts came from, it was probably because of the song and the fact that this lie you brought upon yourself was slowly eating you up by the minute. 

‘’Hey, I know I already asked but are you sure you’re okay?’’ Yoongi was worried, anyone could see that. He saw how empty you suddenly looked, all the fun in you had disappeared and he was now met with someone who wasn’t you. Not the Y/N he’s been spending so much time with, laughing, bickering over stupid pillows. No, this was different. As if you realized a lot of things and it all came crashing down unto you. 

‘’I– I don’t know.’’ You wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck, both of you swaying slowly to the song in the background. 

‘’Tell me.’’ 

‘’I’m sorry.’’ 

Yoongi pulls you closer, noticing the watery sparkles in your eyes. You look away, trying to push back your tears, not wanting attention to gain upon you and especially not from your mother. 

‘’Y/N, why are you sorry?’’ 

‘’For bringing you into this mess. I’m sorry Yoongi.’’ 

‘’Hey, hey it’s not all your fault. I agreed to this remember?’’ Yoongi tries to remind you of when the deal first started. He didn’t only agree because you semi-pressured him. He could see how much you needed help and some part of him just couldn’t help but say yes. 

‘’Y-yeah.’’ You look up now meeting his brown eyes, the sparkle reappearing. It made you want to look forever into Yoongi’s eyes, never seeing yourself grow tired of that beautiful sparkle that filled them. 

As the song continues on playing, Yoongi and you find yourselves moving closer to each other. Noses almost touching and his lips so close to yours. Yoongi leans in a bit closer, your lips slightly brush and that makes you pull away slowly. 

"Thank you for everything. Your acting is really good, I’m surprised."

Yoongi tightly smiles, "It’s- it’s no problem."

Yoongi’s expression made you shiver out of discomfort. He looked hurt and embarrassed. Shouldn’t he feel relieved that you didn’t break one of his rules? He was clear on the no-kissing-rule, so it only surprised you when Yoongi excused himself and left you alone on the dance floor, your heart slowly sinking as he walked out of your view. 

The rest of the evening is a blur.

You see Yoongi maybe once or twice, chatting with Aunt Pamela, her showing pictures of what you guess is Kimchi. Why did it suddenly feel stuffy between you? Whenever he found you staring at him, he turned his eyes elsewhere as if looking at you would cause damage.

You decide to distract yourself from the aching pain in your chest – mostly your heart. Seokjin is a great company for a few hours and so is Sam and Philip. It cheered you up more until they brought in Yoongi’s name, asking where he was. You brush them off, internally wanting to find Yoongi but what could you say? It’s not like he liked you, no, maybe he was just too into playing the role of your boyfriend. It’s a thing right? These things always happen when two people decide to fake date. 

The arena was slowly becoming emptier by the hours passing and Yoongi was still not in sight. You couldn’t help but feel worried. Hurriedly you walked to the hotel room and the room was empty, emptier than before. Yoongi’s suitcase was gone, only a note on the bed was left. 

Sorry, work called. 

It hurt. Yoongi left without saying goodbye, although it seemed as if he already did when he left you stranded on the dance floor after your lips slightly brushed.

Was that why he left?

You took the note, crumbling it into pieces, growing angry at his act. He had no right to just walk away. With no warning, no, nothing. You heard a knock on the door and some part of you hoped deep down it was Yoongi. He probably regrets leaving and now he’s come back to apologize. Oh did you wish that were true, but instead it was Marco. 

‘’Oh, hi Marco.’’ Your greeting must’ve given the wrong signal because you only received a weird and slightly offended reaction from him. 

‘’Were you expecting someone else?’’ Yes. Of course you did. For whatever reason you wished Yoongi was still here, maybe you just got used to having him around. 

‘’No, come on in.’’ Marco didn’t hesitate, walking in sync with you to the bedroom. 

‘’Weren’t you sharing a room with Mr. Min?’’ Marco is trying to joke with you seeing your less happy state than earlier and it does not work. 

‘’Work called, so he left.’’ The words stung leaving your mouth and Marco, knowing you well, noticed.

‘’Fucking asshole.’’ Marco muttered under his breath but truth be told, you were the asshole. You somehow hurt Yoongi and the worst part was you didn’t even know what did it. 

At least you were seeing him again on Monday for the suit design, maybe then you’ll have a decent talk about what happened back on the dance floor and you for sure hoped he would cooperate. 

You were early, for once in your life. The reason behind that being you barely slept.

The morning after Yoongi had left, you were stormed with questions about Yoongi’s whereabouts. It was killing you and on the flight home you ended up puking, your lie breaking you completely.

Amanda didn’t question your worn out state, seeing you were the last one in the mood to speak.

Instead you heard about Amanda’s pleasant weekend which she spent with the cute bartender, who’s actually her boyfriend now. 

‘’And then Hoseok took me out for a romantic picnic.’’ Hearing all the sappy cliché shit Amanda experienced made you happy for her but somehow also wanting to gag out of jealousy. You only kept humming in response and Amanda didn’t stop. 

‘’This might be a big TMI… but he’s really good with his hands. Explains how he’s so good at making drinks.’’ 

‘’Amanda! That was a big TMI!’’ 

‘’What was?’’ You see Yoongi lean onto the doorframe, him wearing an oversized green flannel, a white t-shirt and denim oversized washed jeans. His choice of fashion, of course, has to be killer and kill you in the process. 

‘’Yoongi! Ugh it’s just stupid girl talk about men… I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about it.’’

Amanda is the queen of letting things slide, so it didn’t surprise you when Yoongi didn’t ask further, instead standing with Amanda going over the last details of the suit.

The suit was soon done and Yoongi thanked you both, sending butterflies directly your way.

You couldn’t help but smile but got reminded of the hurt you felt when he left.

He seems surprisingly fine for someone who looked hurt not even two days ago. It bugged you. Not because you wanted Yoongi to feel hurt, it just showed it was all in your head. He was never hurt in the first place. He got clearly uncomfortable about the almost kiss.

You interrupt your thoughts seeing Yoongi left, he left without a warning towards you, only Amanda. Something is still off between you, and you rush to catch him before he leaves for good. 

‘’Yoongs!’’

Fuck, maybe calling him his nickname is a bad timing. But the nickname just slipped out as soon as you saw his figure exciting the building. To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t turn, he continues his route home and you immediately get thrown back to the night he left you after saving you at the club. No, you’re not going to let him leave this time. 

Running in heels is hard, but you sacrifice the aching pain in your feet and run to catch up to Yoongi. Finally grabbing him in the arm making him flinch but finally turning to see you. 

‘’Yoongi.’’ You’re panting right after, holding up a finger to catch your breath, firmly holding onto Yoongi so he doesn’t walk away. He patiently waits for you and when you can form your words you look at him.

‘’You left.’’ 

Yoongi doesn’t respond and you take it as a sign to continue. 

‘’Why, why did you leave?’’ You seem to lose eye contact, looking down onto the sidewalk instead. 

‘’Y/N, you know why.’’ His words shock you, did you really know? You have an idea of what he could be referring to, but still this is Yoongi, you want to be sure. 

‘’I.. I have an idea.’’ You feel small all of a sudden. You don’t want to hurt Yoongi or even worse yourself, and it’s not going as well as you were hoping. 

‘’Then you know why I left.’’ Yoongi is about to walk away again, but you stop him, grabbing onto him yet again. 

‘’Wait… just tell me. Please just tell me why you left.’’ You are still confused, especially since Yoongi is hiding the very obvious fact, which you seem to not know. 

‘’Are you really gonna make me say it?’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s irritated. But you need to know. So, you nod in response, finally gaining enough courage to look at him again. 

‘’I like you Y/N, thought it was pretty obvious when I tried to kiss you.’’ Your mouth can’t help but drop, his words sending a heat wave through your body. Yoongi likes you… Why is that so hard for you to believe? Oh right. You’re incapable of love. Once Yoongi finds out who you truly are he’s going to leave and you can’t let that happen. You wish your words turned into a reciprocation of his own, but the little voice in the back of your head tells you to run. 

‘’I–’’ You choke on your own words and again, the familiar hurt in Yoongi’s eyes return. His lips don’t move, remaining in a straight line. 

‘’That’s why I left Y/N. You clearly don’t feel the same way. I’m such an idiot for thinking you did.’’ He shakes his head and before you can stop him, he turns and leaves, just like he did back at the wedding. 

You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. 

Since the suit got delivered to Yoongi there wasn’t any contact between you.

A day didn’t pass where you didn’t mentally slap yourself for not admitting your feelings to him. Of course you like him. Yoongi is such a kind soul and so beautiful; how could someone not fall for him? You try to distract yourself by going clubbing with Amanda, and of course it’s the club where you first met Yoongi – or well Hoseok’s workplace.

You feel uneasy, sitting so close to the stools where Yoongi and you sat not long ago. His rings on full display and you couldn’t help but gawk at them. The way he called you ‘my girl’ gave you instant butterflies and you tried your best to keep your cool. You smile, while thinking back to it and Amanda is too busy to notice, by admiring her boyfriend shaking the cups together.

You want to work on yourself, work on this ideal image you have of love and find your worth. Some part of you knew that your worth had been ruined by your mother’s words for as long as you remember. Even Amanda knew how much your mother had an impact on the way you see yourself. 

‘’Y/N?’’ You look up seeing Amanda with a concerned expression. Hoseok was nowhere to be seen – probably taking orders from the corner of the bar. 

‘’You don’t look okay.’’ Amanda could read you like a book.You are far from okay and she can see it. You don’t really feel like telling her this instant of what’s been going on, instead you tell her you’re tired since your last project and you just need to rest. Amanda is quick to let you go, also because she is very busy with her handsome boyfriend. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get home, the club is placed pretty close to your apartment. Sitting in your apartment in complete silence doesn’t help the hurt you’re going through. In all honesty you were just scared. Growing up love and affection wasn’t shown as much as you’d wished. It later affected your love life, finding random hookups on apps to just feel something, anything.

At some point you accepted that this was your fate. Your fate was that you’ll never get chosen, you’ll be the person on the sideline helping people realize they’re in love with someone else. You were like the second female lead in every k-drama you’d watched. You wanted to feel love, actual decent love but again, is someone even capable of liking you, loving you? Your mother pushed you too much, to the point where love seemed unrealistic. Like an image popping up in your brain but quickly fading into something else.

That’s how you perceive love and it’ll remain as a scar on your body. You never felt butterflies, or a rush sent directly to your cheeks until… until you met him. Min Yoongi.

It was so unexpected. Suddenly you were pulled together and it remained like this, almost as if your souls were connected since you pointed at him randomly to a stranger. Weird.

You never saw that in a romantic comedy, normally the first encounters of the two strangers are so cliché. Yours and Yoongi feel that way too but you’re not mad about it. On the other hand you find yourself smiling a bit, reminiscing back to when you and Yoongi had an accidental pillow fight or when you and Aunt Bridget caught him naked and her comment about his… Oh god.

Fuck, how could your small internal voice mess up something that was so good? Every part of you wanted Yoongi, you know that, you knew that since he was the first you caught onto in a full crowded club.

When the three words left his lips you felt dizzy, your head couldn’t comprehend that someone and especially someone you wanted deep down to like you, did. It hurt, it hurt so badly that your heart wasn’t even beating as much. You felt empty, guilty and overall hopeless.

You fucked up for good. Yoongi will never just as much look at you again, now you are gaining butterflies thinking back to the sparkle that kept reappearing in his eyes. The sparkle you found yourself growing so fond of. You’ll never see it again.

The night ends with you falling asleep, fully dressed on your couch, too tired to get up and do something about your appearance. 

Yoongi’s exhibition was nearing, you wish you could go but it would be wrong to ruin his day by showing up, reminding him of the hurt you caused by simply not responding to his confession. He doesn’t need that. 

You’ve been stuck in your apartment since you went out clubbing with Amanda, your phone kept blowing up with texts from her, her clearly being worried over you calling sick for work. You love to work and now you suddenly don’t. You’re so consumed into reflecting that working is the last thing you can do.

But, the cons of staying home for so long is running out of food very quickly. Well, the local supermarket is not far away and it’s almost night. You don’t bother changing into something more presentable, instead keeping your oversized not-at-all stained t-shirt and sweats. With headphones on, you walk out after writing a small list of items you’re missing. 

The supermarket is almost stranded, it looks like every supermarket in zombie films or the world has ended and one person survived, in this case you. The man at the cashier looks tired and he’s almost falling asleep on his palm. Poor guy, you can’t help but think, so for his sake you decide to be quick. You’re strolling through each aisle, picking one or two items calmly with your headphones on, playing your favorite songs on shuffle. 

You look down on your list, seeing you’re missing vegetables and fruit, so you walk towards the greens. The first fruit that catches your eye is avocado. Huh. That’s really funny universe, you can stop the ‘you need to be reminded of him constantly’ bullshit. You look up giving direct contact to the ceiling and inwardly scolding the universe for this sappy bullshit. Enough is enough. Oh how did you speak too soon…

You see him, Yoongi, checking if the eggs are cracked further away from you. You're surprised that you find yourself at the same place and time as Yoongi, once again. Only this time, he’s not a so-called stranger anymore.

But seeing him from a distance, it feels as if you two never knew each other and that stings a bit but what really cracks for you is the woman coming up to him with a cart.

You don’t really catch on to their conversation but Yoongi seems more relaxed than last time you saw him. His smile, for once, is visible. His gummy smile, you gulp at the sight and you remember how you can’t let him see you, not in this state and especially not when he’s with his new girlfriend!

You’re quick to grab the missing vegetables on the list and the almost sleepy man is quicker than you expected. You keep looking back, praying Yoongi and his girlfriend aren’t done with the groceries yet. To your luck they aren’t and you leave with no trouble.

The only trouble that accumulates are your feelings. You’ve officially lost him. There was no hope for the both of you and it was your fault. You were so scared to the point you pushed the one good thing you had in your life and now he’s found someone. Someone who likes him for him and he likes her for her, good for him. He deserves this. 

You smile, yet tears stain your cheeks as you unpack the groceries. You’re fine Y/N, it’ll pass, these things always happen to people like us, it’s okay. You keep reassuring yourself until you're wrapped under your warm duvet, your eyes resting. 

It’s today. Yoongi is having his exhibition and you just want to distract yourself from that. Knowing how he already looks in a suit, you imagine him in the suit you personally designed for him, his girlfriend will be pleased with that sight.

It’s weird how bitter you feel when the thought of ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ pops up. Amanda is quick to catch unto your weird behavior, she knew it all started since you came back from the wedding, what the fuck happened? Of course Amanda can’t help but think your mother got to your head again and this time you really took her words to heart. This explains Amanda inviting you over to her place for some wine, or her way of saying ‘you need to speak up or I will.’ 

Which is why you’re currently at Amanda’s apartment, sitting comfortably on her white couch while she pours two glasses. 

‘’How are you and Hoseok?’’ You’re curious as well, Amanda babbles non stop about him but it distracts you from your pain, knowing a person you care for is happy. 

‘’We’re doing well. He really makes me happy.’’ 

‘’You deserve it. I’m happy for you.’’ Amanda smiles as she sits next to you, handing a glass to you. 

‘’Y/N, I need you to speak up.’’ She looks extremely worried and at this point you feel bad. You hid this huge secret from a loyal and beautiful friend who’s been there for you ever since you two became colleagues. 

‘’Okay, but I just want to start off by saying I had a reason for not telling you any sooner, okay?’’ She nods, sipping casually on her wine and you let out a deep breath starting from the beginning. Talking about how it all started caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, the images flashing in your brain over every small moment you shared with Yoongi the week before the wedding. Amanda giggles when you tell her about the PowerPoint you specifically made for Yoongi. 

‘’That is such a you thing to do!’’ 

She’s right, it’s always been in you to make silly PowerPoints who turn out super helpful. Hearing Amanda saying it’s a you thing made you slowly begin to realize that you’ve truly been yourself around Yoongi. Before you can reflect further, you continue telling what happened, from the plane scene and you making rules to finding out there was only bed for you two to share. 

‘’Y/N, I’m gonna have to stop you for a moment. You’re telling me you’ve experienced the ‘there’s only bed’ trope? What are you, living in some sort of romance novel?’’ It only makes you laugh, because it’s indeed silly how you and Yoongi experienced such a cliché thing on the trip and Amanda really made you realize that. 

‘’He was so scared, like to the point he made a pillow barrier between us.’’ 

‘’What? You’re kidding!’’ She throws her head back laughing and it becomes uncontrollable when you tell her the pillow ripped in two. 

‘’You guys had a lot of fun.’’ You nod in agreement. You really did have fun, the both of you. 

She encourages you to continue and you explain the rehearsal dinner and your mother’s behavior, but that Yoongi was comforting you in the best way so it didn’t affect you as much. Amanda smiles kindly when you go in depth of how well Yoongi communicated with your family members and especially Aunt Pamela. 

‘’Amanda you should’ve seen it, never in my life have I seen Pamela talk as much!’’ Your eyes light up, you becoming overly joyful at the interaction between them. It really made your heart flutter. 

‘’Oh and then, Aunt Bridget and I, we, um, caught… Yoongi naked.’’ Amanda ends up choking on her wine, her eyes becoming more visible. 

‘’W-what!?’’ She’s in shock. Your lips move to a straight line not knowing what to say. 

‘’Was he…’’ She quirks her eyebrows and you stop her before she can continue.

‘’Amanda!’’ She only snorts in return and you continue afterwards, reaching to the not-so-good part of the adventure. It’s hard to formulate that intimate moment you shared on the dance floor but once it’s out you have Amanda almost screaming in front of you.

‘’You almost kissed?! And you fucking pulled away?! What the fuck!!!’’ You stare at her blankly, didn’t really peg her for the shipper kind of person but she seemed way too invested in this. 

‘’I– I was scared, okay? Remember we set rules and one of them was no kissing!’’ You argue your way out of your scaredy cat moment but Amanda only rolls her eyes at your stupid comeback. 

‘’You’re ridiculous Y/N, clearly that moment was real between you. No fake dating, just you and Yoongi.’’ You lose all your words, aware of Amanda’s reason. She was absolutely right. Yoongi wouldn’t have tried to kiss you if it weren’t real. 

‘’You’re right.’’ You let your head fall backwards, letting out a long awaited sigh. ‘’Amanda, that day in the office? When the suit was done?’’ You turn to look at her and her face screams like a puzzle, not knowing where you’re going with this.

‘’What about it?’’

‘’He told me he likes me.’’ Your heartbeat increases with your words. He likes you, or well, liked past tense. 

‘’What the fuck are you doing here then? Go after him!’’ Amanda encourages you and you wish deeply it was that easy. 

‘’Amanda… it’s not that easy.’’ Amanda again looks like a lost puppy and you continue to fill her confused mind. ‘’I saw him with someone two days ago, a woman.’’ 

Amanda grunts in annoyance and you only hum in response, knowing it’s too late. 

‘’Are you sure they’re dating?’’ 

‘’I mean, he was smiling a lot.’’ 

‘’You’re telling me that just because Yoongi smiled, that they’re dating? Y/N you sound ridiculous!’’ 

‘’Well, they- they might?’’ You’re careful with your words, cause you sure as hell sound dumb right now and the look of Amanda proves it. 

‘’Y/N, you can never be sure, seriously if I were you I’d run to the exhibition right now and confess. Please, everyone can tell you like Yoongi just stop being an idiot and go!’’ Amanda’s encouragement definitely helps you. You nod, grabbing all your things and rushing out towards the exhibition. You look at the time and see that Yoongi is about to start his exhibition, shit you can’t miss it. Taking an Uber will certainly get you late although your legs might save you. So you run, run as fast as your body can, with only one thing on your mind, Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the unexpected stranger and fake boyfriend who makes you smile, gain butterflies and is a king at annoying you. 

Running to the exhibition feels like hours on end, but when you finally arrive and see Yoongi standing next to a painting, covered with a white sheet, the pain in your feet was all worth it. Yoongi looks amazing, mesmerizing even. His brown hair is pushed back and he’s wearing… glasses. You don’t even know how long you’re standing outside the art gallery before stepping in, because Yoongi’s presence so near you, made your heart almost full even though you haven’t confessed to him yet. 

You finally enter the art gallery and sneak behind the very full crowd, standing in a half circle around Yoongi. He doesn’t notice you, which is why you hide yourself behind two tall men in the first place. It’s his night and you don’t want to ruin it. 

‘’Thank you so much for attending my ever first exhibition!’’ Yoongi exclaims and people around him start clapping and cheering him on, his gummy smile on full display. You can’t help but feel proud of him, so many people are here to see his work, his art. 

‘’I’d personally also like to thank Kim Namjoon, for being the first to ever set eye on my art and making this exhibition possible.’’ Everyone turns and Namjoon bows with a smile, while people cheer – you included. 

‘’The painting I’m about to show you is called Fake Love. It’s a very personal piece and I’m very excited for you to see it!’’ With that, Yoongi pulls on the white sheet and the painting is now on full display. People are quick to cheer and nod in awe of Yoongi’s art. 

Everyone starts to part ways and explore his other paintings, set out around the art gallery. He greets a few of them as they pass and compliment his work. You see Seokjin praising Yoongi for his art with a pat on the back. Yoongi is blushing and is probably not believing his favorite actor is commenting on his work. 

It takes a lot of courage for you to step closer to Yoongi. Seokjin just left to look around further and now was the perfect opportunity to confess. 

‘’Hi.’’ You stand a few meters away to keep a fair distance. Yoongi sets eyes on you and his mouth drops.

‘’Y-Y/N… What are you doing here?’’ He seems nervous all of a sudden, so you decide to smile to ease the intense atmosphere around you. 

‘’I couldn’t miss it.’’ You reason and Yoongi seems relieved by your answer but also a bit disappointed. He looks away, his brown eyes now looking at the hardwood floor. 

‘’That’s not the only reason I came.’’ That surely catches Yoongi’s attention and you’re met with hopeful eyes. 

‘’It’s not?’’ You shake your head no before continuing.

‘’I came to tell you that, I like you Min Yoongi.’’ 

‘’But you… At Fashlance..’’ Yoongi is mumbling all sorts of commission, not believing you like him too. 

‘’I was scared, a part of me still is but I’m willing to go all in.’’ You move a bit closer, him not moving an inch in response. 

‘’Scared?’’ 

‘’I… well I always thought I was incapable of love so that’s why it seemed unbelievable that you liked me too. I fleeted to avoid the hurt.’’ This time Yoongi steps closer to you, his thumb pressing onto your cheek, saving your tear from falling further. You didn’t even notice you were crying. 

‘’Hey, I like you for you and I’m scared too! Dating is so fucking scary, trust me! But it’s worth it, if it means I get to experience it with you.’’ The sparkle you so dearly missed is back in Yoongi’s eyes and you smile at the sight. 

‘’I would love that.’’ Yoongi is pulling further in and as your lips brush against each other, you pull away. 

‘’Is this a weird timing to ask if you’re seeing someone?’’ Yoongi looks at you dumbfounded and you mentally scold yourself for ruining such a perfect moment. 

‘’I saw you with someone… at the supermarket.’’ 

‘’Oh, you mean my sister?’’ You really are dumb. Instead you both laugh it off, Yoongi’s hands each resting on your cheeks. ‘’Can I kiss you now?’’ You nod and his lips land on yours. They feel soft and plumb against your own. Yoongi’s smile is prominent as his lips as they rest on yours. The kiss is tender and you finally feel whole. You both move in sync before pulling away. His forehead is resting against yours and you’re met with his smile that causes butterflies. 

‘’Finally!’’ 

You see Seokjin clapping cheerfully. Did he just see you and Yoongi kiss? Your cheeks grow hot out of embarrassment and you hide in Yoongi’s chest. 

‘’Oh, Y/N, calm down I didn’t see everything.’’ Seokjin throws in, knowing you always try to hide when you grow embarrassed. Yoongi’s chest vibrates as he laughs at your silly act. 

‘’I told him everything, he knows.’’ That makes you shoot your head up quickly, Seokjin waving jazz hands at you. You stare at him blankly not knowing what’s more embarrassing, him knowing you made Yoongi your fake boyfriend or the fact he saw the two of you kiss. 

‘’I mean, your acting was so great you two fell for each other!’’ Seokjin jokes and you all three giggle at it. The ambiance is much more comfortable and even lighter than before. 

‘’Yoongi, I think there’s something you need to tell Ms. Y/N.’’ With a smirk Seokjin leaves you standing next to his painting.

‘’I.. um, made this.’’ He points to the ‘Fake Love’ painting and seeing it up close makes you realize how talented Yoongi really is as an artist. The coats of painting melting all together creating a unique image. 

‘’When I left, I was hurt and to cope with it, I painted this.’’ The title immediately makes sense to you, he was referring to the fake dating and the hurt you caused him. You can’t help but tear up as the guilt eats you but Yoongi is quick to reassure you.

‘’Hey, I’m okay now. I’m glad you came and told me, really.’’ A small peck is given by him and you smile softly. 

Yoongi and you walk through his exhibition, Yoongi explains the meaning behind his paintings with love and admiration and you notice the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at his art. 

‘’I’ve noticed something.’’ He turns looking at you, the sparkle as bright as ever.

‘’You have this sparkle in your eyes, it’s beautiful.’’ You move closer, looking at it and Yoongi smiles with care.

‘’It appears when I look at something I admire.’’ He reasons and your cheeks grow hot, knowing it appears when he looks at you.

‘’That means you…’’ You bite back a smile, not knowing how to take in such words from him. You were overly giddy and you couldn’t believe Yoongi was finally yours. 

‘’I admire you Y/N. I have from the very beginning.’’ You don’t answer, instead you let your lips touch once more. Somehow the kiss turns heated and Yoongi nibbles on your bottom lip with his tongue. You can feel yourself growing hot over having Yoongi so close to you but again, you were at an exhibition. His to be exact. 

‘’Mmm– we’re in public.’’ You whisper as you pull back and Yoongi looks around, noticing some guests have already left. 

‘’I know, I know…’’ He leans in again, capturing your lips with his and you laugh but punch him lightly in the shoulder, making him pull away in an instant. 

‘’Min Yoongi! I am serious!’’ 

‘’Okay, just, wait here.’’ You’re confused when he leaves you mid in front of one of his paintings. You instead take the time to really admire his work, noticing the very small details and before you know it, Yoongi is back with a smirk on his face. 

‘’Everyone left.’’ He gets all giddy and you notice the now very empty art gallery. 

‘’Oh.’’ You're at a loss for words, the smirk on Yoongi’s face not disappearing, instead he leads you back to the Fake Love painting. 

‘’What now?’’ The lights have dimmed and you notice that Stigma is closed. You expect Yoongi to grab his things so you both can leave and celebrate him somewhere else, but that’s not exactly what he has in mind. 

‘’I want you to keep looking at the painting.’’ Your brows grow closer but obeying either way. Yoongi moves behind you, his arms wrapping around your figure and his chin resting on your shoulder. The warmth of Yoongi’s body so close to yours makes all your fears and insecurities vanish slowly the longer he holds onto you. His intentions clear as a blue sky that he’ll never let you go. 

‘’This feels nice.’’ Your hands rest on his, noticing his rings and fiddling with them. 

He hums in agreement and you turn your head a bit noticing the blush and yet again smirk on Yoongi’s face. He’s up to something and you suddenly grow nervous. 

‘’Keep looking.’’ You keep your eyes settled on the painting. Yoongi’s hand moves towards the waistband of your jeans, you’re quick to notice turning your head down. 

‘’Y/N. What did I tell you?’’ 

‘’But what are you–’’

‘’Just trust me. Keep looking at it.’’ Your head moves slowly up, eyes fixated on the painting once again. Yoongi lifts your shirt a bit, his cold fingers tracing small circles onto your stomach. You bite your lip, trying your best to remain focused on his art rather than his hand going further down and reaching your zipper. You swallow the forming clump in your throat, not believing Yoongi is touching you so sensually at an art gallery. But somehow, you don’t stop him, letting your body and mind trust him completely.

‘’Tell me what you see.’’ He whispers, his lips trailing on your ear, biting your earlobe softly. You inhale deeply, ‘’I see a heart, it’s almost fading, as if it’s transparent.’’ With that your zipper goes undone and Yoongi’s hand caresses your underwear. To make it even worse for you, his lips leave trails of kisses along your exposed neck, you can’t help but tilt your head out of reflex making him lightly chuckle. 

‘’Continue, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?’’ Yoongi’s tone immediately sends a rush in your body and you obey. ‘’There’s a shadow, it looks like a couple. They’re dancing in the middle of–’’ Your voice gets startled by Yoongi dragging his finger across your folds, his lips never leaving your neck. 

‘’Yoongs–’’ You try your best to keep your eyes on the painting but the contact of Yoongi’s slick fingers on your wet cunt, doesn’t help you to remain ‘focused’. 

‘’Mmm.’’ Yoongi keeps teasing you, his fingers only tracing against your wet folds, as if they didn’t dare enter. You were guessing you had to keep describing the painting for him to continue pleasuring you, using only his fingers. The fingers you’ve found yourself thirsting over since the beginning. ‘’They’re dancing, just like we did at the wedding.’’ Yoongi hums in response as if you’re correct and when you really catch on that he painted the both of you while his heart was hurting? You realize how true Yoongi’s feelings are towards you. It was never fake and surely his fingers caressing you are very real. So fucking real.

‘’You’re doing so well Y/N.’’ As his breath lands hot on the nape of your neck, his middle finger slides in with ease, filling you up nicely. Your mouth agape, a moan daring to leave your mouth but you swallow it with pride, trying your best to continue. 

‘’I like, I like what you did with the strokes of the brush.’’ 

‘’Thank you. Want me to show you how I did it?’’ You nod hesitantly, scared your focus will disappear in an instant as soon as he will show you just how he did it. 

‘’First I lightly stroked the brush against the canvas.’’ His finger goes back to stroking on your wet folds, now in a delicate gentle way, a muffled moan escaping you, your eyes about to close to fully enjoy the pleasure his fingers are giving you. 

‘’Then I dragged it all around, covering the whole canvas in paint.’’ Two fingers insert themselves and your head leans back, the stretch making you lose all focus of the art in front of you. The cold metal from his rings makes contact with your heat, which sends an unexpected shiver. Yoongi’s pace is slow but hypnotic. Your brain is all blurred yet your eyes capture all that he’s doing to you at this moment. He’s too focused to notice how you’ve leaned on him, not setting your eyes on what’s in front of you. 

‘’Fuck–’’ Followed by a moan from you, angelic, Yoongi would call it. His fingers are causing you so much pleasure and he can’t believe how well you’re taking them. Letting him do whatever he pleases. 

‘’Y/N,’’ with his other hand, he grabs the nape of your neck, pushing it upwards to face it, ‘’keep looking at it. Don’t ever stop looking at it.’’ You breathlessly respond with a low okay, his fingers never slowing down. His palm rubs itself onto your clit adding friction making you whimper, knowing if he keeps this up you’ll come undone over his fingers and coat him with your arousal. 

‘’Fuck Y/N, hear how wet you are.’’ The room goes quiet, the only noise filling it is Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of you, hearing clearly how wet you are and the sounds following right after. 

‘’Mmm–’’ The familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach and you clung onto Yoongi’s moving arm, warning him that if he indeed continues you won’t be able to hold back. 

‘’I want you to. Please, fuck, come all over them.’’ His pace continues, the friction on your clit building up your orgasm wanting to unleash. Your eyes almost go blurry, a whimper escaping your lips as you finally coat Yoongi’s awaiting fingers with every drop of your arousal. He lets them rest inside of you, pleased by how warm you feel. 

‘’You did so well.’’ You receive a small kiss to the temple by Yoongi and he removes his fingers guiding them towards his mouth and savoring up your coated arousal. 

You’re speechless over how much Yoongi is loving every single drop of you. You’re still trying to comprehend how you let Yoongi finger fuck you in the middle of Kim Namjoon’s art gallery. 

‘’Now, I’m gonna take you home.’’ His gummy smile reappears and you are astounded by the duality of Min Yoongi. As if everything he just said now was a completely different person, the Yoongi you remember is a soft soul and that was not Yoongi. 

‘’O-okay.’’ He grabs your hand and you both finally walk out of Stigma. 

The ride home is pleasant, exchanged with ongoing conversations from what you both missed out on. ‘’I can’t believe you thought my sister was my girlfriend.’’ You grow embarrassed, remembering how you were so scared you’d look like a fool if they caught you in that state at the local supermarket. ‘’Don’t remind me!’’ You pout, crossing your arms trying your best to act offended. Yoongi only admires your attempt, caressing your cheek with his hand. ‘’You’re so cute.’’ 

Yoongi’s apartment is bigger than you expected. It’s a clean space and art pieces hanging on the white walls in the hallway. There’s a certain comfort to his apartment and you already feel much at home – also because you’re in the company of Yoongi. He leads you to his room after you’ve taken your coat off. As he takes the suit off, you notice the outline of his back muscles as he places it in his closet. You know that everything between you is good now, but then again, you want to show just how sorry you are for not speaking up sooner to Yoongi. 

‘’Yoongs?’’ You call out shyly, scared of how he’ll react to what you’re about to do. He turns, being met with your hands landing unto his chest, rubbing it softly. He blushes from your touches and how your palm feels hot against his skin, even though the fabric of the shirt stands in between. 

‘’Can I show you?’’  You start out by asking, taking in his expressions to your words. 

‘’Show me?’’ He repeats your words, indicating he’s uncertain of where this is leading. 

‘’Yes, let me show you just how sorry I am.’’ Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to respond because you drop down to your knees, looking up to make sure he’s approving of this. 

‘’Fuck Y/N–’’ You smile at his instant reaction at your sudden act. You couldn’t stop thinking about making him feel so good after you saw the painting on full display at the art gallery. Now you’ve finally got him above you, waiting for your mouth to give him an unforgivable pleasure. You’re in such a hurry, not wanting to slow down in the process of removing his clothes. You’ve waited all afternoon to finally feel him in your mouth and get a taste of him. But the zipper becomes your worst enemy, staying put not daring to get pulled. ‘’Hey, Y/N, it’s okay.’’ Yoongi reassures you, seeing your clear struggle with his zipper. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve been waiting all afternoon.’’ You let out your struggles and when it finally comes undone you’re surprised to see Yoongi’s already hardened cock. 

‘’How’d you get hard so fast?’’ You look up, cupping his cock in your palm through the fabric and he hisses from the contact before giving you a response, ‘’The way you just couldn’t wait to get me in your mouth.’’ 

‘’I really can’t.’’

You pull his underwear down, being met with his cock, a sight that’s not unfamiliar. Only this time it’s on purpose for you to see him.

You spit on your palm, dragging it over his cock, now glistening in your spit before you guide it towards your mouth. Yoongi’s hands are gently holding your hair, forming a messy bun so it doesn’t get in the way.

He lets you explore his cock, your tongue running flatly from his base till his tip, coating him with more of your spit. You look up to see Yoongi already looking down at you, a half smirk on his face as his mouth is slightly agape from the pleasure which your tongue caused him.

You notice the pre-cum on his tip, smearing it on your lips, finally taking the tip into your mouth. Yoongi moans, not believing how you are so willing to make him feel good. He can’t stop looking at you taking him almost all the way, using your hand for what you can’t reach.

You try your best for him, inviting him all the way in and hollowing your cheeks as you suck him nicely, your lips running on the veins of his cock. 

‘’Ah– you look so fucking pretty.’’ You look up at him, his eyes still looking at every movement. Your mouth moves back to his tip, your tongue circling around it making Yoongi grab tightly onto your hair. Moving your hand towards his balls, gently playing with them. Yoongi loses all his words, the pleasure completely overcoming him and as his orgasm builds up his mind starts seeing you sprawled all over the bed, your heat desperately wanting him to fill you up. You’re still sucking Yoongi, wanting him to finish in your mouth but Yoongi abruptly stops you. 

‘’I’m begging you Y/N, please let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.’’ You slowly take him out of your mouth, some spit slides down to your chin but you look up to see Yoongi’s cheeks crimson red and the roots of his hair somewhat wet. He looks so beautiful and you stand to meet him eye to eye again. 

‘’Take me. I’m all yours.’’ He smiles shyly, cupping your face and kissing you with all that he’ve got. His lips mold gently against your own and you grow dizzy from his kisses. You follow his lead, letting him guide you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours. 

‘’Be good for me and lay down.’’ You lay mildly, wanting to be good for Yoongi. He bites his lip seeing you obey so quickly. You look so mesmerizing and he’s so captured by you, the sparkle never disappearing once when he really looks at you. His hands are touching every part of you, admiring every single reaction that you give off by simply him touching you, caressing your warm skin as he takes off your clothes. He doesn’t remove another piece of clothing before giving you a small kiss on the body part that gets exposed. 

‘’This?’’ He places a kiss to your collarbone, ‘’all mine.’’ He moves down towards your breasts, ‘’these?’’ his lips latch onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around one at the time making you whimper out of disbelief over how good his tongue feels. ‘’All mine.’’ Your cheeks grow hot over how much he reassures you that you’re all his. No one else's. Just his. 

His mouth runs further down, almost reaching your heat until he looks up, seeing you so worn out with a smile and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. ‘’And lastly,’’ he places a kiss to your clit, making you gasp from the contact, ‘’your pussy, all mine.’’ He comes back up, caressing your hair with a smile on his face. ‘’Say it, say it’s all mine.’’ He whispers his words to you and you’re growing more hot by the minute, your arousal almost dripping down your thighs at Yoongi’s words. 

‘’It’s yours. All of it, yours.’’ Your fingers run through his hair, making him groan in satisfaction of feeling your fingers, touching him so sensually. 

Yoongi looks down, pumping his dick once or twice and looks back up to make sure you’re okay. You nod, spreading your legs wider for him. He presses his forehead against yours, the tip of his cock smearing itself in your arousal before pushing in with ease. As his cock finally buries itself in you, you both gasp in tact from the contact. He stretches you out so good you feel as if you’ll come again. He stays nestled in you, biting back a moan of how good you’re taking him, your walls squeezing nicely around him. You latch your lips onto his lips, peppering him with small kisses. Yoongi finally gains courage to move his hips, grinding deeper into you, retrieving and continuing on, creating an effective pace that sends your mind completely off this planet. Your eyes begin to close, fully letting go of your thoughts and focusing on the satisfaction Yoongi is giving you. 

‘’Y/N, look down.’’ Your eyes re-open, looking down, seeing Yoongi’s cock disappearing into your body. The sight itself makes you moan softly, your hand landing on Yoongi’s forearm, pressing as he picks up a quicker pace, hitting your g-spot in the process. 

‘’Shit!’’ Your grip tightens and Yoongi doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, small pants escaping his mouth. Yoongi swears for a minute he saw stars as he felt you convulse around his cock, signaling you were indeed already close. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this. Me being inside of you, being the reason behind your moans, ah fuck!’’ Your nails dig into his back, the overstimulation soon takes you over and your skin burns at Yoongi’s words. He’s dreamt of fucking you, of feeling you, showing you just how much he wants you. 

‘’You feel so fucking good Yoongs– mmm.’’ Your praise causes Yoongi to curse against your lips. His hair turns more wet as well as your bodies are almost burning hot against each other. Your breath hitches as your orgasm reaches, begging to be freed. Yoongi notices the way you’ve tightened around him, your body about to let go of the awaiting orgasm. ‘’Let go for me baby.’’ You pull Yoongi’s lips down to yours, kissing him tenderly as you climax. 

‘’That’s my girl.’’ He continues, himself about to reach his high and your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him much closer. ‘’Give me all of it, Yoongi.’’ You’re begging to get your walls painted by his cum. He tightens his grip on your hip, thrusting until his hips start to stutter and with a last stroke, he does as you asked, painting your walls nicely with his cum. 

‘’Wow.’’ You both grin afterwards not believing what just happened, being too caught in the act itself. ‘’Let’s shower, hmm?’’ You follow him to the bathroom, both of you now standing under the shower head, getting yourselves wet with the warm water landing on your skins. 

Yoongi takes his shampoo, pressing the almost finished bottle and grabbing your head, applying the shampoo in your hair. His fingers caress your scalp and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. ‘’Thank you.’’ 

You might’ve thanked Yoongi too fast because he fills his mouth up with the warm water, spitting it on your face. You shriek out of response, pushing him away, completely disgusted by his behavior. ‘’What the fuck!’’ 

‘’What? I thought you were into that stuff?’’ He’s clearly joking with you and you only roll your eyes in response, washing your hair out yourself. So much for having a romantic moment after sex… 

3 months later

‘’Relax, it’s just a barbecue with your family. You’ll be fine.’’

You look from outside the window of Yoongi’s car, your legs trembling over Marco’s sudden invitation to a barbecue. It was going to be the first family reunion with Min Yoongi as your actual boyfriend. Scary.

You push through your fears, following Yoongi to the front door, your hand intertwined with his.

So far your relationship with Yoongi has been a never ending ride of feeling happy and loved.

Yoongi has visited your office multiple times with Namjoon, all of you grabbing lunch with Amanda and Hoseok as well.

That’s where you finally introduced him as your boyfriend, for real this time.

Not long after, Yoongi got invited on the set of Seokjin’s newest drama and Yoongi was a replication of a child at an amusement park for the very first time. 

‘’You came!’’ Marco cheerfully exclaimed as he opened the door, his other arm occupied by your niece, Sierra. You come up to her, giving her a peck on the forehead. ‘’Hi Marco.’’ You carefully hug him to not squish his daughter in between you. 

Yoongi walks by right after you, giving the mainstream bro hug. You finally get to the outside garden, everyone already gathered. You were only late because you were scared of seeing your mother after you haven’t talked to her since the wedding. Yoongi reminded you that just because she was your mother, does not mean she has a right to stay in your life if she’s affecting you this badly. You’ve grown up, basically without her, you can do that again. Which explains no contact since you started dating Yoongi. He was your family, along with Philip and Sam, Uncle Seokjin, Marco, Aunt Pamela and Amanda. They were your family. They made you feel so good about yourself, making you see every good quality of yourself. Those are the people you want in your life. Although, today you’re gonna have to face her. 

It’s funny, she expects you to talk and greet her but instead you walk straight to Marco’s wife, greeting her kindly and going around, Yoongi holding onto your pinky from behind, smiling at everyone. 

‘’Y/N.’’ Your mother calls and Yoongi sees you flinch, rubbing your hand for comfort to show you that no matter what happens, he��s here and many others are as well. 

You stand in front of her, holding onto your strong words. 

‘’Mom, listen, I–’’ 

‘’You haven’t contacted me since the wedding!’’ 

‘’Please, just listen to me for once.’’ Your tone makes her halt, shutting her mouth in surprise letting you speak freely, for once in your life. ‘’I am so tired of not being heard, I am your daughter. If you want to have me in your life, you’re gonna have to work on how to properly be there for me.’’ You look behind you, Yoongi nodding his head in approval of your words, being proud out of his mind. You finally stood against your mother and already, you feel so much better. 

Your mother lets out a puff, not answering which you don’t mind. You got to say what you needed to and can now enjoy the rest of the evening with none other than your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. 

‘’Oh! Y/N, you look happy.’’ Aunt Bridget comments, spotting the big smile easily. 

‘’I am very happy, indeed.’’ You look up to meet Yoongi’s eyes, the sparkle reminding you of the love he has for you. 

‘’I bet you are darling!’’ Aunt Bridget smirks, meaning something completely off-putting. 

You and Yoongi catch on, laughing in sync over Aunt Bridget’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. 

‘’Good one.’’ You wink at her, Yoongi and you continue to mingle, not a single worry in sight.

You were finally at peace with yourself.

[jjkeverlast]

Hello this might be a weird ask but do you have any heavy angst recs? Any members, its been a while since i read it and idk i fell in the mood for it

hi! i’m not really the right person to ask :( as i don’t read reader insert fics anymore 💔 my advice to you is to search ‘[member] x reader’ and then angst! i’m sure you’ll get some results

[jjkeverlast]

i love the pics you used 😭😭😭🫶🫶 and you’re so right! girl dad jk for the win >>>> this is so kind 🩷

accidental roommates | jjk

✧ pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader

✧ rating explicit (18+)

✧ summary moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

✧ warnings & tags roommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor, reader hooks up w. namjoon (it's very brief!), mutual pining, hurt/comfort, smut, guk is a tease, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, cowgirl, happy ending!

✧ word count 14.7k

✧ author's note this fic is a re-upload! if you've seen it before, this is why:)

For the first time since a week ago, you’re finally able to breathe for once. 

The sigh you let out is comforting and freeing. The awful ruckus of moving has caused you to roam on the streets with a lack of sleep, eye bags that can be caught from miles away and a groggy voice not daring to disappear from your vocals. 

A mess, really. 

You know it, your ex-roommate Ash knows it too and even though she and her partner are at fault here, it was bound to happen. 

You see, Ash had met Lucca through a mutual friend, the mutual friend being you and you were surprised at how well they complimented each other. 

The night they met was filled with nervous glances and flushed red cheeks due to the excitement. They both deserved each other. So, when they finally announced their relationship with you, you were more than thrilled. 

Although, after a year of them dating they had come to the conclusion of moving in together, which was a big step for their relationship and a step back for you, due to you ending back to square one and having to find an apartment yourself.  

The image of Ash’s expression when she kindly asked you to move within the next month was imprinted in your mind. She didn’t want to kick you out this way, but it was an important and big step into her relationship with Lucca, and the decision needed to be made regardless. You didn’t really have a say in this. 

Firstly, the apartment was Ash’s and in the end, it is her decision on whom she wants to share it with. 

It took you a week. 

A whole week to find the perfect place for you. 

The pictures sold the place nicely, the living room looking spacious and decorated firmly with stable furniture, and being desperate to find anything, you called the owner. The conversation went great. He was very quick on letting you get the apartment, sending you a confirmation email the day after you had agreed on the deposit. 

You were doing it, and it felt great. 

Although, your lack of sleep had been caused by the last-minute packing, having to clear out your room as quickly as possible. It was mostly because of Lucca themselves, having to move out of their sister’s loft, so the timing was indeed tight. But hey, everything turned out well even though you look like a Yeti who hasn’t been able to find a place to rest. 

It’s fine really, now you’ll be able to at least lie down before unpacking everything. 

With a trembling hand, you manage to push the code in, the door opens and you’re just about to step in when you look up and find a shirtless man in your apartment. You don’t say anything, the both of you staring each other down for a quick second before you manage to close the door, convincing yourself you’re hallucinating. 

It’s a thing, Ash had told you countless times whenever you managed to withhold an all-nighter in your shared place. First, there’s being overtired where every ounce of energy left bounces like a little child on a trampoline, then there’s the lack of sleep eating you alive even though your eyes fail you to shut, being used to staying open, which creates the last step: hallucinations. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sex which made you paint a beautifully sculpted man with tattoos only in a towel in front of you. 

You’re praising your brain for creating such a lively picture that causes you to grin and shake your head before you decide to re-enter. 

He’s there again. Your horny hallucination. 

The hallucination takes a turn when he screams into your face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!”

It’s then that you snap yourself back to reality, realizing this indeed is a real person and you’ve managed to scare the shit out of him. The only thing you find yourself doing is scream back, which turns into violent screaming in unison and by now half of the neighborhood is probably writing a complaint to this very apartment. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” You find the courage to finally scream back and the man in front of your eyes squints in discomfort, shaking his head as he swallows your words. 

“Y-your apartment”

You fold your arms, scoffing as your head turns towards the open kitchen. “Yes. Mine.”

He begins to laugh, his abs tensing along with the rhythm and you hate yourself for growing hot over his upper body. 

“You’re funny.” He points at you and to prove yourself to him, you look for the confirmation email that proves you have the right to own this place. 

“Here.” He steps closer, the scent of his shampoo infiltrating your nostrils and you notice a form of sweet yet musky scent. While you’re too busy trying to ignore it, the man in front of you has his full attention on your screen.

He smacks his lips, his composure straightening along. “There has to be some sort of mistake.”

You hum in agreement.

How wrong could this possibly go? 

The only solution that comes to mind like a wave, is to call the owner. You hold a finger up, pausing for whatever word is about to come out from the stranger in front of you while it starts to dial. It quickly gets interrupted, by a voice telling you the number doesn’t exist. You refuse to believe it, so you continue to call three to four times while the man crosses his arms, sighing out loud. It’s at that moment you notice the detailed and colored tattoos covering his arm in a sleeve. 

“He’s… he’s not picking up.” The defeat drags itself at your feet. The proof you once had to own this apartment is gone, except the confirmation email but then again there must’ve been some mistake — a big one to say the least. 

“Do you honestly believe that?” His tone indicates he’s irritated and the water droplets on his skin have almost dried out — the fact that you notice scares you more than the situation you’re currently met with. 

“I mean, clearly, you’ve been scammed.” The words swallow you whole, your composure losing against you and your head drops with your heart. Of course, it was too good to be true, because again since when have you ever been lucky when you’re on your own? 

“Fuck.”

It seems as if you’ve lost, but you’re not willing to give up just yet. You spent all of your savings on the deposit and the last thing you’ll do is ask your strict parents for money, which isn’t only super hard but exasperating as well. 

“Well now that this whole problem is settled, get out.” The tone is harsh and you flinch, tears threatening to spill as you slowly walk to the entrance. 

“Wait—” You hold your hands up, your feet freezing down on the tiled floor and the stranger’s expression turns into pure disgust yet confusion. You aren’t really sure, your mind is basically clouded; reasons being your lack of sleep. Which currently isn’t helping the situation you’re currently standing in. If only you could snatch it like Margot Robbie snatches bags and watches in ‘Focus’. This reminds you, you should probably watch it again, it was really good and—

“Hello?!” The sound catches you off guard, your eyes roaming back onto the half-naked stranger whose name still stays unknown. 

“Just. Please.” 

You’re fucking tired and this was the last thing that needed to be added onto your plate yet you’re still standing, except you’re hopeless and homeless. 

“Please?! Get. Out.” 

You drop down to your knees, your tears falling freely, and you plead. 

“I have nowhere to go. My old roommate is finally starting a new life with her partner, my parents are fucking strict and are the last I’m calling for help. I’m basically fucking homeless and I just wanted to lay down in my apartment after moving out last minute, and sleep.” You’re rambling all kinds of nonsense, throwing a whole scene in front of a guy who’s stepped out of the shower. You feel bad but you’re lost. 

You have nowhere to go. 

“Seriously, I’m fucked. Help me out, just—just for six months and I’ll be out of your sight.” Your voice cracks, every limb that has managed to withhold your posture, collapsing all together into one. 

You’re done. 

A deep sigh catches your attention, your glossy eyes looking up to see a semi-smile resting on the guy’s face. 

“Six months.” He repeats as he traces his fingers on the patterned ink, decorating his arm. “Fine. Just don’t make me regret this. I’m Jeongguk by the way.”

Finally, you discover the name of the pretty stranger. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You’re holding yourself back from hugging him, mostly because of his naked chest and the last thing you need is to feel warm skin on your own. 

Instead, you introduce yourself and he smiles awkwardly making you reconsider your awful ruckus from before. You basically admitted how fucked your life is at the moment, bringing along the strict parents into the mix and we all know, this won’t end well. 

A sudden cry snatches every ounce of your attention, coming from one of the rooms. Has someone been here all this time? 

“Shit. I think we might’ve woken her up.” 

Her. Great, you’re gonna live with a clingy couple, after having no mercy in showing you were checking him out — multiple times. This is going to be absolute hell. 

All while you’re imagining the messy and mostly awkward encounters you’re going to face while living with a couple, you don’t notice Jeongguk walking back out accompanied by a certain someone. 

“A baby?!” 

Great. Not only are you going to live with a couple, but their newborn baby too. 

“You sound… surprised.” He decides to sit down, the baby’s head resting on his bare and tatted shoulder, doe-eyed and mouth agape. 

“Where’s… where’s your girlfriend?” 

Shit. Are you even listening to yourself? You met this guy not even an hour ago and you’re already invading his private life with intense questions. 

“Don’t have one. It’s just me and So-ah here.” He taps her back, a few burps escaping her as you stay quiet. 

The scenery in front of you causes a faint smile to appear on the brim of your lips. If you weren’t determined to own the apartment yourself, you’d let every ounce of you swoon over how careful Jeongguk is with his daughter. 

Jeongguk takes a hold of her, changing positions as she faces him, her eyes as big as his. It’s crazy how alike they look. 

Your heart melts into a thick puddle when Jeongguk rubs his nose against So-ah’s, a soft giggle sounding like a lullaby escaping her right after. 

“Oh my god.” Jeongguk’s mouth drops and before confusion seeps through you he continues. “So-ah, you just laughed for the first time.” 

Fuck. You’re so screwed. 

“She’s adorable.” You smile fondly, Jeongguk breaking eye contact with his daughter at your comment. 

His eyebrows frown, clearing his throat as he shifts in his seat. “Thanks.”

Okay, there were exactly two things that fumed you over his flat-toned answer. 

One was that he was still a complete stranger and you’ve always felt somewhat threatened and uncomfortable when people you didn’t know made or said anything that clicked an icky feeling at the pit of your stomach, which quickly turns to irritation. Because here you are being fucking nice and you get this in return? What a fucking asshole. 

Second, it’s probably an ego thing, thinking he’s hot enough to get away with being quite literally rude. If it weren’t for his sudden act of rudeness towards your very tired Yeti-looking state you might’ve actually grown fond of him, but that is all forgotten now. 

You’re getting that fucking apartment.

Working as a kindergarten teacher meant a lot of things. 

Patience, energy, and consistency. 

For you to reach there before showing up at work, you’ll need to fuel your body with a smoothie. 

The clock hasn’t even turned six when you push the mixer’s button, a loud noise erupting in the quiet apartment. 

Did you do this on purpose knowing Jeongguk isn’t starting work yet? Maybe. Did he notice, is fucking angry and walking up to you at this moment? Very much so. 

“Seriously? What the fuck?!” 

The shouting from your roommate pleases your early morning state and you force an annoying smile as you greet him with a cheerful good morning.  

“It’s for work!” You push the button for a little longer, his eyes rolling back when So-ah starts crying in the room next to you. 

The daughter does make you feel an ounce of regret but that’s mostly because you love babies and she’s made a good impression on you already. 

Jeongguk groans in frustration, his grumpy state returning back to his daughter to soothe her while you hurriedly get to work. Your colleague is probably already there, having a different schedule than you. 

Traffic isn’t terrible and you’ve caught onto the lack of sleep that vanished during your moving week. 

As you reach work, Taehyung waves excitedly to you from the entrance, while holding a cup of coffee. 

“You look awfully happy.” Taehyung remarks when you walk past him and inside, re-adjusting a few things before the parents begin to arrive with their sunshine of kids. 

“I am.” 

Your mood definitely has something to do with nailing to piss Jeongguk off early in the morning. That’s what he gets for being a complete ass after you’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times, and just trying to be kind. 

“Care to tell me?” Taehyung moves his eyebrows, suggesting you got lucky and you quickly shut down the idea, shaking your head no along with you explaining it was an early win for you. 

“I basically pissed off my roommate this morning. He’s an asshole so he deserved it.” You shrug your shoulders, Taehyung following behind you as you both make the place ready, the clock ticking loudly behind you. 

“Roommate? I thought you had the place all to yourself?” Taehyung hadn’t gotten any updates from you since your stressful week, so it made sense for him to be completely lost when you mention Jeongguk in the context of your cheerful mood this morning. 

“I got scammed. But I’m not surprised. I’ve carried bad luck all my life and I blame it on my strict parents.” You joke, Taehyung chuckling nervously unsure if you’re completely kidding or deadly serious. It’s hard to tell.  

“Scammed, meaning the apartment you thought you had was already occupied?” Taehyung has lived in the city all his life, has been familiar with the scammers roaming in between others, and cheating the system who carries a blind eye. 

“Exactly, and here I was thinking shit like that only happens in the movies.” You scoff at the ridiculousness of the overall situation. 

How come you ended here? Not only with a scam, but a buff tatted guy and his baby daughter? Truly fucking wild. 

“Oh babe, you’d be surprised. So who’s the roommate? An old cranky guy?” Taehyung jokes once again, the sounds of chairs clinging against each other roaming in the air, the both of you settling in the common room ready for the children. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say that…” Taehyung’s interest quirks an ounce higher, his movements stopping to a halt, waiting for you to spill. 

“His name is Jeongguk and he has a baby daughter named So-ah.” Taehyung’s face drops, eyes wide as his mouth hangs wide because clearly, no old cranky guy is named Jeongguk. 

“If you tell me right now he’s hot, I’m gonna think you’re outliving everyone’s fantasy.” Taehyung holds up his pointy finger, eyebrow intact with his overall movement and you cringe because you really don’t want to admit Jeongguk is hot — even though you totally ogled his abs for a good twenty minutes the first time you met him. 

“He’s—” You try to form it into words while your mind flashing images of Jeongguk with wet hair, droplets of water covering his abs that tensed whenever he chuckled at your ridiculousness the day you got scammed. 

“Oh my god… You’re living with a DILF.” The term Taehyung uses makes you wheeze, losing composure as you move your body along with the laughter that escapes you. 

Taehyung doesn’t get more of a word before the first pair of parents walk in, hand in hand with their child. 

The day has just begun. 

Meanwhile, Jeongguk is currently taking care of So-ah. She hasn’t stopped crying since you decided to be annoying, and flush down the good morning that Jeongguk had anticipated down the drain. 

Maybe he should kick you out, because right now? His left ear hasn’t stopped ringing while his daughter’s face is almost purely red due to her countless cries. 

“So-ah, please.” Jeongguk places her down on his chest, her face rubbing on it, wetting it along, the discomforting sound continuing. Jeongguk feels lost and he wants to avenge himself on you because you’re probably dancing at work while he’s here, with dark eye bags and a crying baby under his arm. 

Sometimes it makes him wonder if it would be different if So-ah’s mother were still around. Maybe she wouldn’t cry as much. 

Afterall, a mother’s touch is important for babies at her age, and Jeongguk feels guilty. 

In reality, he just wants So-ah to be okay, to feel understood, and frankly, at the moment understanding her is difficult. He continues to pat her back, rocking her back and forth in his gaming chair, set up by the computer that has an awaiting meeting for him in two hours. 

He can do this, he’ll just freshen up as soon as she goes back to sleep. 

The day spins around faster than possible, the sun already setting behind the building in an orange glow and Taehyung is currently wiping down the mess that was left on the tables since lunch. 

“So, regarding your DILF, is he single?” You’re close to spilling the scene where you asked Jeongguk where his partner was only to get a no, which only made you more curious than before. It isn’t likely for you in the span of living to have met a single father. In most cases it’s single mothers, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“He—Yes, apparently he is.” You’re uncertain and Taehyung casually nods at the response, making you reconsider if you’re even allowed to be curious regarding Jeongguk’s living situation. 

“Well, this is the start of a beautiful love story.” 

You stick your tongue out in offense to Taehyung’s joke while he cracks himself up, boxy smile on display as well. 

“You’re the worst.” He trails right behind you as you close down the place, and leave it behind for tomorrow. 

“Right, but if anyone were to ask you’d still point at me for being the best colleague you’ve ever had.” He’s not entirely wrong and you get to prove it to him by remaining silent. 

After you and Taehyung part ways, you hurry home in desperation to see if the grumpy expression is still remaining on Jeongguk’s face from this morning. 

To your surprise, it isn’t. 

You find Jeongguk sprawled on the couch, his chest exposed and his baby daughter laying on top of him, both of them breathing in sync. 

If Jeon Jeongguk didn’t open his mouth from time to time you’d start to like him, because seeing him sleep in complete silence makes him seem…not so bad as you had thought. 

But then again he was rude even though he certainly helped you out after your scam episode. 

You decide to make dinner, leaving the both of them to rest while listening to soothing jazz music. Somehow with time passing by and the smell filtering through the apartment as it cooks, Jeongguk stirs awake, So-ah along with him. He manages to push himself upwards, holding onto So-ah and finds you swaying as you cook in the open kitchen. 

Memories cloud Jeongguk’s mind back when he was still with— 

“Oh! You’re awake.” 

You had felt a pair of eyes boring at your back, so when you turn to see Jeongguk spacing out you make yourself noticeable. 

“Yeah, it smells great by the way.” 

It’s then Jeongguk realizes he’s yet to wear a shirt and it’s become an accidental habit of being shirtless in front of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get the wrong signal. 

“Thank you.” You take the compliment lightly, letting it pass by your head so your focus remains on the main goal; having Jeongguk willingly move out. 

Jeongguk is completely oblivious to your plan, although it would make sense if he slowly started to catch on to your smoothie early morning surprise. But for now, you’re hungry and there’s still a good five months left before you leave each other’s sight. 

The dinner turns out successful, So-ah doesn’t cry once and both you and Jeongguk groan afterward, bloated from overeating. He thanks you before returning back to his room, leaving you to do all the dishes. 

Great.

Living with Jeongguk had run smoothly, your hopes in gaining the apartment fading the more time went by with him being extremely kind. It hadn’t offended you but you were certain he was rude and didn’t like you. 

But early Monday morning, Jeongguk proved to you exactly how much that apartment means to you. 

You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night, the walls a lot thinner than you had anticipated, and So-ah had cried most of the night, not only waking her dad but you as well. 

Babies are wonderful creatures, but at night it surely paints a different motive than the one you’re being met with during the day. 

Blaming Jeongguk for your lack of sleep would be rude on your part, so you accept it by making a cup of coffee early in the morning. It was the next best solution, and as you’re sitting on the counter waiting for the water to boil, Jeongguk walks in dressed in black joggers and a white t-shirt. 

“Morning.” 

You’re holding back from laughing at how alike the both of you look. So-ah really destroyed you for the better. Jeongguk joins in on the coffee solution, making his mug ready right next to you in silence. 

When the water is ready, you jump down, pouring the warm water after adding a few teaspoons of instant coffee. Jeongguk follows you right after, stirring it with his spoon. As you walk towards the refrigerator, Jeongguk is quicker than you, pulling the milk out and pouring it into his mug. 

“Could you pass me the milk?” 

Jeongguk grins at your question and it’s then you notice he’s poured the remaining drops, leaving no milk for you. 

Fucking marvelous. 

“Better luck next time.” He winks at you, slowly walking back to his room as you flick him off without him noticing. 

Yeah, you definitely spoke too soon when you even let yourself think Jeongguk might be a nice guy. 

He’s not and he just started a war. 

Taehyung notices how different your state is today, the flatlined smile throwing him off guard. Being the good colleague that he is, he makes you sit down as he prepares everything. 

“I’m not doing this for free, spill.” 

You groan out of tiredness and anger, holding your face that can barely keep up with everything around you. 

“Fucking…Jeongguk.” You squint your eyes, already plotting how you’ll manage to rip every part of him apart. Taehyung would lie if he admitted that you in your current state aren't scaring the shit out of him. 

“I was beginning to think he was remotely nice, until this morning.”

Taehyung hums along, uncertain where exactly you’re heading with this conversation. It’s something Taehyung has learned about you in the past years you’ve worked alongside, your conversations always turn in a different direction no matter how precisely you start them.  

“Taehyung, would you get pissed if someone took the rest of the milk when you’ve already prepared a cup of coffee?”

“He didn’t—”

Everything makes sense for Taehyung. 

Jeongguk has practically started a war with you because one thing everyone should know when it comes to you is to never mess with your morning coffee. Specifically when you desperately need one. 

“He surely fucking did.” You scoff out of disbelief. “He even laughed when he emptied it.” The images flash through your brain once more, a betrayal that has caused a lot of damage to your already ruined morning state due to So-ah. 

“Go make yourself some coffee, and don’t let him get to your head for now. It’s not worth it.” 

Taehyung was right, it would stupid to hold milk accountable for Jeongguk and your reasons for despising him. Hopefully, it was a mistake and you’ll return home with a better state of mind, Jeongguk leaving you rather at peace.

You follow Taehyung’s instructions, walking inside the semi-small kitchen for staff, and begin making your fuel for the day. 

Work turns out easier after you get coffee in your system. Taehyung takes most of the tasks throughout the day to ease down any forms of headaches that might come along due to your lack of sleep. Small moments and gestures like these, remind you how truly lucky you are to have a colleague like Taehyung. He has never made things more difficult, always managing to make everything easy and simple. 

As soon as the clock strikes, parents fill up the entrance awaiting their children who are too busy playing outside, enjoying their free time. The sun has already moved down further, creating a beautiful sunset, whose golden rays move along the filled playground that’s messy due to every toy in sight being used throughout the day. The parents were kind enough to teach their kids to always clean up after themselves, leaving the entrance the remaining spot to clean. 

When you’re about to reach for a broom, Taehyung catches it before you. 

“Go home. I got this.” His voice is stern as if he already knows you’re about to plead to do it yourself. 

You let out a sigh, thanking him as many times as you can in the span of you dressing yourself up to go outside. Taehyung brushes you off, a semi-smile resting nicely on his framed face. 

The apartment is empty, silent, and dark when you enter. You wonder where Jeongguk must’ve gone, the sky from outside already an ounce darker than when you stepped out from work. You’re not too worried, your petty self still being remotely annoyed with the morning incident. 

When you walk past the living room, you feel yourself crash down, wanting to watch a movie. 

It’s much needed after today and maybe it’ll slowly lull you to sleep. Since you were little, sleeping at night had always been a difficulty so a distraction in the background could likely push you towards the sleep you’ve been craving. 

You settle on watching a crime film that piques your interest on Netflix. You’ve managed to add a bit more lighting inside the apartment, a few lamps surrounding the couch.

The plot starts to reveal itself, leaving you speechless as you bite down on the blanket, eyes fully open, trailing along whenever someone moves on screen. You’re just about to catch a big lead to why the certain murder occurred when Jeongguk walks in with So-ah drinking from a bottle.  

“Oh, hey.” You quickly say before averting your attention back on the screen. Jeongguk squints his eyes, having trouble seeing the big screen but as soon as he catches on, he tsks. 

“Wait— Isn’t that the film where the protagonist is actually the killer?” The moment Jeongguk speaks, a clue leads to having the protagonist on the list of who might’ve done it and now Jeon Jeongguk just asked for a ticket to hell. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim loudly, throwing both hands and arms in the air, frustration seeping through every vein coursing through your body. You’re seeing absolute red. 

“Oh shit, my bad.” You aren’t even glancing towards him, but you can hear the shit eating grin he’s trying to suppress. You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, remembering Taehyung’s words from earlier. It’s not worth it. He’s right, it truly isn’t and you’re being weak by letting small annoying things set you off like a grenade. 

You’re not letting him win. Things have only just begun.

Returning the favor with annoying gestures had only turned the next two months into a living hell. The apartment went from walking on a dream to walking on eggshells. 

It had started with a minor mistake in the early morning with the dreadful lack of sleep and constant bickering. Your dreams of owning the apartment slowly crashing as you’ve been looking for new apartments, wanting to get furthest away from Jeon Jeongguk and his annoying behavior. 

If it weren’t for your colleague you would’ve handled the situation differently, but Taehyung has always assured you to stand your ground and not let him get to you. 

Jeongguk has already been kind enough for you to stay, so to make it easier, it’d be best not to mess it up by revenging yourself. But you badly wanted to. Just once. To see Jeongguk’s face twist to annoyance in a mere second, while you try your best not to sing happily right after. 

Although, the only thing keeping both you and Jeongguk on the ground from ripping one's hair out, was So-ah. Her magical baby powers overrule the both of you, and her eyes are wide and full of hope for what’s to come. 

When you had first moved in, Jeongguk wasn’t exactly fond of you being near his daughter but with time and his suddenly busy schedule, he had you keep an eye out for So-ah who was distracting him too much with her cuteness. So-ah quickly loved your company, your small jokes, and countless attempts in making her giggle. Jeongguk couldn’t keep you two away from one another, so he accepted it. 

The weekend had finally rolled around and after a week of none other than small bickering and disagreements between you and Jeongguk, you were finally at ease in your bedroom. The discussions between you were ridiculous — Taehyung’s words not yours. It could go from a minor detail, like the temperature in the apartment to a full-on debate on whether the film he wants to watch is better than your own choice. 

As you’re laying in your bed, you look up at the painted dark blue ceiling, your curtains open, accepting the outside light to shine in. You’ve always loved the natural darkness and how it covers every room differently than if everything is covered, turning to full darkness. You turn constantly, your mind being more awake than you had anticipated. It humors you that you always feel exhausted after speaking with Jeongguk, yet here you are alone full of energy. 

Tossing and turning continue for what feels like an hour and you decide to give up. Rather than reading a book, you walk out to grab a glass of water, your throat feeling a bit dry. You figure Jeongguk isn’t awake at three in the morning, which explains why you don’t put on pants, walking out in nothing but a satin white t-shirt paired with black lace underwear. 

Even though you don’t like Jeongguk, you still show respect to him and his daughter by carefully walking to the kitchen to not make any sounds. 

The living room has the same light as your bedroom, and as you’re about to turn, you bump into Jeongguk. His skin feels warm, but you quickly pull away and Jeongguk blinks at you with tired eyes. 

“M’ sorry.” His voice is deep, groggy even and you collect the dots that Jeon Jeongguk just woke up. 

“All good.” 

Thankfully, Jeongguk is too busy going to the bathroom to notice your sleeping attire that exposes half of your body. You sigh in relief, accidentally catching a glimpse of Jeongguk’s ass, being hugged by his boxers as he walks further away from you. 

You shake your head, ignoring what your eyes caught onto, focusing solemnly on getting water as planned. 

You’re just about to drink your last cup when Jeongguk walks past you once again. 

You’re not in the mood to talk to him, so you chug your water wanting to leave the kitchen as quickly as possible. It doesn’t exactly go as planned, the water trickling by the corners of your lips, further down your shirt. 

“Fuck.” You groan, realizing how much you’ve accidentally spilled. The fabric clings onto your breasts and as you’re about to pull on it, you catch Jeongguk turning his head quickly from your direction. The action doesn’t throw itself in your head, instead, you become annoyed. 

“What?” 

Why is he still standing here? Shouldn’t he already be back in his room by now? 

“J-just grabbing some water.” Jeongguk mumbles, his voice becoming an ounce lower, and somehow it catches your attention that he sounds nervous? 

“Be my guest.” You move further away, trying to cover your lower half that’s exposing too much to your roommate who has managed to piss you off for two months straight with absolutely no reason. 

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on the sink, although you throw a glance at him and you really wish you hadn’t. His arms are flexing as they hold onto the counter, and the prominent veins and lines of his definite muscles are showcased. You begin to notice each small detail of his tattoos that have managed to flow into one big art piece on his arm. 

You’ve been too annoyed with Jeongguk to notice the minor details of him. The Adam's apple bops in the rhythm of the gulps he takes, almost inhaling the water quickly. Somehow your body reacts quicker than your mind, shivers coursing through your body the longer you stand and watch Jeongguk. The staring gets cut off when Jeongguk places the empty cup down on the counter. 

He throws a glance your way, your skin already feeling hot by the close space. 

“Well, goodnight.” Jeongguk walks past you, your faces inches apart for a split second before he’s gone from your sight. 

When you lay back down in your bed, your heart is beating incredibly fast and your body doesn’t stop growing hotter. 

What is wrong with you? This is Jeongguk. As in your roommate, who’s made it his life’s mission in pissing you off and almost made you explode like a grenade for the whole world to see and the neighborhood to hear. 

All while you’re wondering why exactly your brain feels fuzzy, Jeongguk is freaking out in his own room. 

His dick has managed to betray him. He blames it on his lack of hookups, but deep down he knows it was because of you. His mind had fogged for a minute when he caught a glimpse of what was hiding underneath your t-shirt, but as soon as the water dripped down he didn’t even have to try, and guess. He’s angry and frustrated at himself and if it were possible to have a one-on-one fight with his dick, he would’ve. His body had only betrayed him and that made him certain that he had to stay far away from you. 

Although, whenever Jeongguk closed his eyes he could see your naked thighs, and the black lace seeping through the material of your shirt. He could see the water dripping down your neck, rolling further down your chest and creating a wet patch on your— 

This has to stop. Jeongguk begins to think of everything that turns him off until his state finally gives in, letting him sleep. 

It takes longer for you. Your mind has always loved to play tricks, letting you imagine the what if’s of every situation you’re met with. They’re simple at first, only showcasing what you had seen earlier when your eyes didn’t stop studying every minor detail on Jeongguk. 

But then they turn an ounce wilder. 

You’re tracing your fingers on the ink, while his arm is holding onto your waist, keeping you close and letting you feel his warm breath against your cheek. 

Fuck. 

Do you…do you want Jeongguk? 

Taehyung notices it the moment you step into work; how quiet you are, not daring to meet his eyes when he cheerfully greets you. 

Something happened and you’re not exactly proud of it. 

“So…am I gonna have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes pop open, gulping down as you mumble out a weak ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ and quickly move on with your tasks for the day. 

Taehyung isn't letting that slide so easily and sooner or later he’ll either find out for himself or you’ll tell him out of panic. 

It takes Kim Taehyung exactly four hours to find out exactly what has been bothering you, and just as you’re about to leave the kindergarten, he decides to bring it up. 

“You want to fuck him.” 

You stop in your tracks. 

Okay, now is the time to use your fifth grade theater skills, and act as if Taehyung didn’t speak your thoughts out in the open. 

“Fuck Jeongguk? As in Jeon Jeongguk, my annoying roommate who’s made my living situation a living hell the past two months? Oh please.”

“Y/N, you know that doesn’t work on me.” 

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine…fine!” You throw your hands in the air, giving up and Taehyung just shakes his head over your dramatic antics. 

“I thought you, ‘hated his guts’.” Taehyung quotes you from the past hundred conversations you’ve had regarding your roommate, and the new banter you’ve yet shared before you left for work. 

“I still do! This will fade, do not worry.” 

Not only are you trying to convince Taehyung, but yourself as well. 

Taehyung doesn’t argue with you. You have enough on your plate already and he knows you’re very much conscious of the mess you’ve brought upon yourself. 

When you leave work and Taehyung, your phone starts to ring in your pocket and you’re thrilled to see Ash’s name displayed. 

“Hi!” Your friend cheerfully greets you and the conversation immediately flows. 

She tells you how amazing it’s been living with Lucca and how they’re currently making her favorite dish. 

“That’s great, Ash.” 

When she’s about to ask you how your new apartment is, Lucca cuts her off, talking on the phone instead. 

“Y/N, come over! We have your favorite wine.” 

The offer tempts and you agree, taking transportation towards your old apartment. It doesn’t even faze you to text Jeongguk that you’ll come home a bit later, too excited to see your friends again after so long. 

Jeongguk has just finished changing So-ah’s diaper, when he realizes it’s dark outside, and you haven’t come home yet. Just as he begins to worry, he scolds himself internally for worrying about you as if he even cares about you in the first place. You’re doing fine without him. Right? 

So-ah grabs Jeongguk’s attention when she manages to roll over for the first time and Jeongguk cheers her on, grabbing her face to give her kisses everywhere, her small arms flapping excitedly. 

“Wait, you have a roommate?” Lucca asks, as they pour a glass of wine in your almost empty glass. You find yourself sighing whenever Jeongguk is mentioned and you quickly see the images of his body against the natural darkness in the kitchen. 

“Yes, two actually.”

You spend the following thirty minutes explaining your scam situation, Jeongguk and his baby daughter now being your roommates for the next six months. You mention your irritation towards Jeongguk due to his annoying antics, and the kitchen encounter. 

“Woah.” Ash’s mouth has gone dry from keeping it open for a while, and Lucca doesn’t hesitate to drink up the rest of the wine in their glass. 

The situation is indeed complicated and overwhelming, and you chug along with Lucca on the wine while Ash starts coughing. 

“But listen, just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I would.” 

Excuses, that’s all you can bring to the table and Ash rolls her eyes at your ridiculousness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? You haven’t had sex for almost a year. Babe, sorry but you’re gonna cave.”

Your mouth drops in offense and you turn to get Lucca on your side, but they stay quiet which indicates they agree with every word. 

“S-seriously? You’re gonna pick Ash’s side over mine?” You point at your ex-roommate who smirks, knowing she’s won. 

“Y/N, you need a distraction.” Ash speaks first, holding onto both of your hands for comfort because she’s worried, you can see it in her eyes that slightly crinkle when she speaks. 

“A distraction?”

“Yes, someone who isn’t Jeongguk.” 

Lucca winces at the idea, watching Ash explain an idea that’s nothing but awful and stupid. 

“Um, maybe this isn’t—” Lucca tries to butt in, but Ash is stubborn. 

“Nonsense. Isn’t your friend Han-bin still single?” 

“Well, yes but—”

“Perfect. Y/N, you should go on a date with Han-bin. Not only is he a very sweet guy, but he’s an excellent cook.” Ash tries her hardest to sell Han-bin as best as possible for you, and at this point you’re desperate to try anything. 

Anything to get Jeongguk and his beautiful body out of your mind. 

“Okay, you can give him my number.” 

Lucca is about to throw a fight with Ash, but you’ve already agreed so there’s no point. 

“You’re not going to regret this babe.” Ash convinces you but deep down your gut feeling shifts uncomfortably at the idea. 

Two and a half weeks.

That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head.

Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head. 

Step one to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a clubbing partner. 

“Taehyung, shut up you haven’t done anything other than complain about the lack of sex you’ve been experiencing lately.” You reason, as you look through your closet for eye-catching clothes that surely will get you laid. 

“Fuck you, you always know what to say to get me to agree.” 

With a groan Taehyung finally says the magic word, telling you he’ll see you later. This was easier than you had expected. 

Step two to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a club loaded with hot people. 

Thankfully, Taehyung knows his way around town and the club he’s picked out is perfect. As soon as you both step in, the neon lights catch you off guard along with the hard base and the moving dance floor. 

Going out with Taehyung is fun, until he’s shoving his tongue down a guy’s throat. Apparently they met by the bar, and Taehyung being the flirt, persuaded the stranger easily. 

Sipping on your straw, you keep your eyes on a lookout for a potential hookup. Most are occupied, either sexting someone or having someone close by. The bartender in front of you notices the wearing frown that covers your face. 

“You okay?” 

The unrecognizable voice catches you off guard and when you set eyes on the bartender, your mouth tries not to drop. 

The bartender is wearing a tight black t-shirt, showcasing his pecs and built shoulders. His hair is long, pulled behind a snapback. He looks at you with a worried expression, holding onto the counter. 

“I’m okay.” You force a smile. 

“Come on, I can tell something is bothering you. I’m all ears.”

The offer is kind and just as you’re about to say no, he continues. 

“Listen, I couldn’t help but notice your friend making out with that guy for the past thirty minutes.” You turn around, Taehyung still going at it, and you roll your eyes over your colleague being better than you at getting some. 

“Yeah, he’s got more luck than myself.” You sigh, folding your arms over the counter, and the bartender cracks a laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get lucky.” He winks and your body grows hot. 

“I’m giving it an hour, or else I’m leaving.” You crack, and the bartender raises his eyebrows. 

You watch as he walks to the far side of the bar and comes out front to stand right in front of you. He towers over you, and you have to lift your head to look into his eyes, watching as they darken. One of his hands snakes around to the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. Your chest is flushed against his own and now you can really feel the hardness of his pecs, and your mouth waters. He places his other hand around to the side of your neck, lowering himself closer to your face. His lips ghost over your ear, the skin making the slightest contact as he speaks.

“You don't need an hour.”

A shiver rakes through your body at the proposition.

“I don't even know your name,” you say with a hint of a giggle laced in your tone.

“The name's Namjoon.” You nod, tracing your finger on his broad shoulder while his eyes continue to explore every inch of you. 

“Y/N.”

His grip tightens on you, and before you get a chance to speak Namjoon beats you to it. 

“Wanna get out of here?”

It takes nothing more than for you to drag Namjoon home with you, leaving Taehyung and his hookup behind. 

Namjoon is so bold that you’re completely blown away by his confidence. He’s managed to make you wet before even reaching your apartment. His words only build up the intensity of the situation and when you finally reach the front door, you look back, Namjoon biting on his lip as he patiently waits. 

When the key is turned, you grab Namjoon by the collar of his bomber jacket as you push inside the apartment, until you reach your room. 

Namjoon doesn’t waste another minute, grabbing you once again by the waist to connect your lips in a needy and passionate kiss. It’s full of tongue, along with lip bites. You whine against them when the tip of his tongue coats your bottom lip as he mischievously smirks. 

Your hands tug on his neck, pulling him as close as you can, all while his hands slip under your shirt, and roam on your naked back. His hands are slightly cold, sending a shiver. With enough pulling on each other’s clothes in desperation, Namjoon is the first to pull away trying to catch his breath. 

“Take off your shirt.” You don’t hesitate to obey, tugging on your top in a hurry before it lands on your bedroom floor. 

Jeongguk had just finished a last minute task at work, realizing he had enough time for a game of Overwatch. He’s focused on aiming, fingers moving at a speed on the controller. Just as he’s about to reach a win, he hears the front door close. 

He removes his headset, in doubt if he should walk out and greet you, ask you about your night with Taehyung or stay, and play stubborn. The decision gets made for him, when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from your room. 

Wait. 

Namjoon hovers over you, his hands wandering over your upper body, not missing one inch. His warm breath almost swallows you whole as you slowly spread your legs further beneath him. 

He catches the signal quickly, moving more downwards, letting his mouth trail wildly on your naked skin. He nips at it softly, before replacing it with a wet kiss. 

As he’s reached further down, Namjoon locks eyes with you, supporting both hands on your waist. 

“Can I eat you out?”

When Jeongguk hears the first moan from your room, he feels instant irritation. In reality, it’s not anything he can actually get mad about when not even twenty four hours ago, he was knees deep in a stranger. But something ticks in Jeongguk when he hears how someone else is making you moan like that. 

“Ah—Fuck!” Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s long dark hair, his tongue rolling over your clit in circles. 

Namjoon is making sure you feel every inch of pleasure, taking his time with his mouth and fingers. You’ve forgotten how great it feels, and Namjoon was definitely the right guy to bring home.

His mouth pushes further against your core, lapping his tongue wherever it can reach and your legs begin to shake under his touch. It’s been a while for you, so your body doesn’t hold you back any further from reaching climax.

Jeongguk has blocked out the sounds from your room with his headphones. The sounds from Overwatch are helping him hear only the gunshots and effects the game carries, yet the sounds don’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. He doesn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to do so. 

But the thought of someone making you come undone this second, settles itself as an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, and he grabs his controller more aggressively, frustration coursing through his veins. 

What are you doing to him?  

Time passes quickly, both you and Jeongguk distancing each other from one another. 

You barely throw a glance at one another. 

For example, yesterday when Jeongguk passed by the living room, you were sitting in silence as New Girl rolled in the background. He knows you could hear him passing, but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. 

Jeongguk wishes deep down that the action didn’t hurt him, but somehow it did and now he can’t be around you for his own well being. 

Which results in one month of barely any contact. 

Although, it changes the day Jeongguk has to go to a meeting. His boss was okay with him bringing So-ah as Ji-eun didn’t have time to pick her up for a few hours — and he surely didn’t want to ask you. 

So-ah behaves, zero disturbance caused to the meeting and Jeongguk lets her hold his pinky while his boss throws in the plan for the upcoming year. 

When the meeting ends, Jeongguk gets a lot of praise from his boss which flusters him as he leaves the building. 

“Ready to go home So-ah?” She responds with her mouth doing all kinds of noises. She’s slowly growing more, and Jeongguk is touched by how beautiful his daughter is becoming with each passing day. 

Going home doesn’t go as planned. You see, Jeongguk had always worked from home, due to his job consisting mostly of online work. So he barely leaves the apartment except for grocery shopping or to meet Jimin. Which is the reason behind his big mistake; forgetting his keys. 

It was a new system. The code for opening doors had been dropped after scam episodes had increased. Last month the whole residency got new locks along with a pair of keys. 

Jeongguk hates himself, because now there’s only one solution and he really doesn’t want to go there. 

When he pulls up by the kindergarten, Jeongguk mentally prays the interaction won’t be awkward. Not that it hasn’t been awkward the last month, but this is different. He’s about to enter your workplace for a goddamn key because his ass rushed out the apartment instead of being smart and double checking that he had everything before leaving in a hurry. 

You’re gonna hate him for this. 

He can already imagine the slight frown you’ll have, trying your best not to scold him harshly. 

It’s empty when Jeongguk walks in, So-ah sitting comfortably in the infant car seat, which Jeongguk holds onto tightly. 

“Hello?” He calls out, the hallway completely deserted. That’s until a man peeks his head out, raising both eyebrows. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He walks towards him, drying his hands in what seems to be a cloth. 

“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Y/N.” 

The man in front of him drops his mouth before it turns to a boxy grin. 

“Oh my god. Are you Jeongguk?” The face Jeongguk makes, proves the man’s assumption. 

“Taehyung? Could you come help me with—Jeongguk?” He turns to see you, your brows in a frown as he suspected. 

“Oh, you’re Taehyung?” Jeongguk completely ignores your confused state, too excited to meet the Kim Taehyung that his roommate is very fond of. 

“An honor.” Taehyung bows comically, and Jeongguk cracks a laugh from the action. Just as Taehyung is about to crouch down to say hello to the little one, you step further, meeting Jeongguk eye to eye. 

“Jeongguk? What are you doing here?” You ask. 

Taehyung ignores your question, greeting So-ah gently as Jeongguk explains to you the situation. He tries to make himself sound less stupid than he was in the situation, but you don’t seem to buy it. 

You sigh, crossing your arms. “How do you even forget a key?” 

Great, you’re starting a fight. 

“It just happened, now can I borrow yours so I can go home?” Jeongguk’s tone is a bit snappy, and you notice, quickly fuming on the inside. 

Taehyung notices the tension, sending a glance to So-ah that screams ‘am I seeing this too?’ So-ah starts giggling and Taehyung knows internally that she agrees with him. He loves her already. 

“Fine, just—Don’t let this happen again.” You say sternly, before walking away to grab your keys. 

“Trust me, it won’t.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes when your back turns. 

You aggressively shove the keys in Jeongguk’s hand, Taehyung still having a conversation with So-ah throwing funny glances, but neither you nor Jeongguk notice, too busy staring each other down. 

“Great.”

“Great!” Jeongguk responds more aggressively, saying a calm goodbye to Taehyung who excitedly waves to So-ah. 

And then he’s out of there faster than lighting. 

“Jesus, what crawled up your asses?” Taehyung asks, scoffing in disbelief. 

“Nothing. Now come help me with the outdoor tables.”

He doesn’t ask any further, seeing you really don’t want to talk about it at this moment. 

Jeongguk has already started to cook when you ring the doorbell. He opens, greeting you with the expression he left you with at work. 

You return the same energy, not speaking to him as you remove your coat. 

You’re about to walk into your bedroom to avoid Jeongguk when So-ah catches your attention in the living room, rolling around on her own and chewing on a toy. She’s too cute to ignore, so you decide to join her, sitting beside her as you squish her cheeks in a playful manner. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much.” 

You can’t believe you’ve been a witness to So-ah’s growth. She’s already able to grab onto things, rolling around and rocking back and forth which is a sign she’ll be able to crawl soon. 

As you continue to play with her, letting her explore and sing as she babbles all kinds of nonsense, Jeongguk turns to watch the scene. 

You’ve always been careful with So-ah, grasping her as your own and caring a lot for her. He’s noticed how So-ah barely cries anymore, being more calm in your presence. He could get used to this, watching you play with his daughter as he cooks for all three of you. He’s at peace, comfortable with everything in front of him and—

The realization hits Jeongguk. 

He doesn’t hate you.

You don’t remember the exact moment you realized you didn’t hate Jeongguk. It just… happened. 

One day you were in the kitchen and he walked past you, minding his own business and you didn’t have any urge to throw a remark. No, you felt at ease, letting your eyes admire him rather than watch him out of spite. 

Panic seeped through you when you looked at the overall situation. 

You don’t hate Jeongguk, you’ve thought about fucking h—shit. What does this mean? Do you… do you like him? 

That’s crazy, there’s no way you possibly like Jeongguk or even starting too, which is how you find yourself agreeing to go on yet another date with Han-bin. 

Last time hadn’t turned out that bad. The company was nice, you felt comfortable and yet something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the gross experiences Han-bin wasn’t so afraid to share with you, or maybe… because he isn’t a certain someone. 

No. 

You’re going on that date. 

The moment you leave the apartment, Jeongguk is taking his afternoon nap with So-ah so you don’t bother notifying him where you’re going. There’s a certain ache in your heart the closer you are to the location picked out by Han-bin. 

Once again, it’s too fancy for your liking but Han-bin makes the environment comfortable with the company of his wild stories. They’re less gross this time and you find yourself laughing at a few of them. 

Time flies rather quickly with Han-bin’s company. 

If this weren’t a date, you’d be more at ease because Han-bin is a kind person. But dating him might be a stretch for yourself, seeing your mind keeps tracing back to your roommate who probably still hates your guts. 

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Han-bin throws you off guard with his question, but you nod regardless. 

“I’ve had a great time hanging out with you but,” Han-bin looks at you with a genuine and soft smile, “I don’t really think there’s that spark you know?” 

“Spark?” 

Sure, you’ve dated a few people in the past but no one threw the word spark in the conversation. 

You’ve always found it to be a cliché, like every romantic comedy who makes the spark obvious from the beginning. The spark that messes with the main character and their love interest, them tumbling against it until they get in a fight or have to share the same bed, which results in them sharing a passionate kiss, and one of them magically proclaims the love they’ve always had for that person. 

That surely doesn’t exist in real life. 

“You know, the spark where you know that this person is much more to you. Someone who isn’t just a friend.” Han-bin says, his tone laced with hopefulness. 

It’s then you realize that Han-bin is a romantic, a person who believes in finding that special someone.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll find that Han-bin. You’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you’re not angry?” 

It’s cute how scared he is to offend you. 

“No, no of course not. I see where you’re coming from.” 

Han-bin’s shoulders loosen at your words, feeling more at ease since he’s decided to throw it in the conversation. 

Before you depart your ways, you both come to an agreement of keeping in touch as friends.

Arriving late at the apartment, you move quietly by the entrance. 

As you’re reaching your bedroom, Jeongguk catches you off guard. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “You’re all good.’’ He doesn’t deny it and you feel a tinge of guilt, seeing the time is past midnight once again. 

You’re about to enter your bedroom door with a simple goodnight when Jeongguk catches you off guard with a question. 

“Hey, where were you?” Jeongguk is leaning against the wall, arms crossed which only showcase more of his prominent chest and his sleeve sneaking out of his loose t-shirt. 

“On a date.” You respond coldly, letting go of the handle. 

Jeongguk hums, mumbling something along the lines of, "Figured.’’ 

It throws you off, in a not so cute way. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

It’s almost as if he spoke in a tone for you to hear on purpose, and you’re falling into his trap. 

He shrugs lightly. "Nothing.’’ 

He’s about to turn around, wearing a smug smile when you continue, setting yourself up for whatever he’s trying to do. 

“Clearly it was something.”

“Not really.” His unbothered attitude sets you off like a grenade, and you’ve finally lost your cool with Jeon Jeongguk. 

“You know what? You drive me fucking nuts!” You don’t bother to care how much you’ve raised your voice. “You’re always pissing me off for no fucking reason!” Your face feels hot, the anger spilling out of you. 

Jeongguk scoffs, unfolding his arms and moving closer to you. 

“I pissed you off because you started this! With your fucking morning smoothie.” He isn’t helping with the noise, raising his voice as much as you. 

“That was one time. Do you need me to quote every time you’ve managed to throw me off?!” Your veins are straining against your neck, giving everything you have into your shouting. 

“Go ahead!”

“You took the rest of the milk. You spoiled the movie I was currently watching. You threw remarks whenever I did the slightest thing, and now? Now you’re commenting on my date!”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at your comment, not bothering to answer you. 

Yet you continue, because you’re fueling on the inside. 

“You have no rights, when you were fucking someone else!” 

You’ve given the signal that you were somehow affected by it, and Jeongguk quickly catches it. 

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not.” You cross your arms, determined to not let him think otherwise. 

“Just admit it!” 

Your faces are mere inches apart, both panting at a rapid pace. The whole room is heated and you feel yourself sweat underneath your shirt from all the shouting. 

“Fuck you.” 

It’s barely a whisper. 

Neither of you move. Eyes are wandering on each other’s faces and that’s when you notice Jeongguk’s gaze dropping down to your lips. 

You’re seeing red, although your body feels heated as you move closer, Jeongguk’s breath melting into yours. 

Jeongguk studies your gaze before he moves closer, lips about to brush against yours. 

As you’re about to lean in yourself, So-ah starts crying next door, snapping the both of you out of your trance. 

“I– I better…” Jeongguk starts. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You stutter, moving further away and when Jeongguk leaves the hallway, you breathe out. 

What the actual fuck.

The following days you avoid Jeongguk like the plague. You’ve never been more confused and irritated before. And yet, you can’t stop thinking about it. How close his face was, how his lips were about to seek yours until So-ah started to cry. 

Decisions need to be made. You can’t continue on like this. You need to talk to Jeongguk, without screaming at him and wanting to rip his face off. 

As you’re laying under the covers, your thoughts are spiraling around you. You’re contemplating if you should ask him to talk now because your mind won’t let you rest if you don’t. 

Fuck it. 

You get up in a hurry, walking in a straight line directly to Jeongguk’s room. After a few minutes of just staring Jeongguk’s door down, your body gives in, knocking on his door calmly. 

When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, can we talk? No fighting, just talk.”

Jeongguk nods, grabbing a hoodie by his desk. 

Jeongguk doesn’t want to wake up So-ah, so you sit outside, with a cup of tea. It was your idea. Somehow tea always managed to calm down your nerves, and if you wanted to withhold your promise to not fight, you needed to drink some of it along the way. 

“What did you wanna talk about?” He sounds nervous, and your mind re-directs you back to when the both of you were about to kiss in the heat of the moment. 

Instead of bringing that onto the table, you want to ask Jeongguk some things that have never left your mind since you moved in. 

“It’s more of a question.” You make it clear and Jeongguk turns his head, nodding for you to continue. 

“What happened? Why is it only you and So-ah?”

Jeongguk lets your question sink in. He’s uncertain if he wants to talk about it, or rather with you. It has somehow been easier for him to distance himself, push you away as much as he could, but that isn’t enough. 

You’re still here, sitting next to him as you admire the stars while awaiting his answer. 

The silence overflows, the wind curving itself as a comfort blanket around you both as you admire the small lights peaking out in the city. 

Jeongguk has always been scared of your curious gaze, yet now, it makes sense for him to tell you everything, let his shield down and give you everything that’s needed for you to understand him completely. 

It’s what is needed for you to stop fighting and stepping on each other for no reason. 

“Her name was Seul-ki.” 

You turn, surprised he’s answering your question but you stay quiet, letting Jeongguk speak. 

“She was always selfish. I should’ve known better.” Jeongguk trails his finger against the mug, images of her flooding his mind. 

He looks up, meeting your eyes and you smile softly at him. The smile brings an unwanted comfort, but it helps Jeongguk to go through with answering your question fully.

“So-ah was around one month old when Seul-ki got a huge opportunity for her career. She didn’t hesitate to take the chance. But with So-ah, it made it difficult for her to go through with it, so she wanted to give So-ah up for adoption and I just—” Jeongguk takes a deep breath, slightly beginning to tremble. 

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her do it.” Jeongguk’s hand trembles against the mug, keeping his emotions locked in, even though they’re close to breaking out. 

“So, she left us.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you.” You’re trying your best not to hold him for comfort, knowing he isn’t exactly fond of you. But something aches in you when you see the tremble he’s currently carrying and how his voice has turned broken. 

“Yeah.” He’s in doubt of what to say. But something in him continues, letting his inner thoughts win him over. Every frustration, pain and heartbreaking moments he’s felt since Seul-ki left. 

“Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. In the beginning So-ah would cry constantly, she’d be distressed and I couldn’t help because I’m not her mother. Sometimes you just need both of your parents and she—she hasn’t…” 

“Jeongguk.” 

Your warm hand lands on his, catching him off guard. 

“You’re an amazing dad. So-ah doesn’t need anyone else. You’re all she needs.” Your voice is soothing, melting him softly. He believes every word, trusting you much more than he had anticipated, and with the hopeful eyes you’re giving him, he knows he’ll be okay. 

So-ah and him will be okay, without Seul-ki. 

“Thank you.” Jeongguk smiles, the first genuine smile he’s given you since you moved in. 

You stay in place, letting the silence sink in between you as the cold wind flows. 

The starry night is beautiful, alive even. Sparkling and twinkling above you, reminding you of the beauty behind this earth. As you admire the details, Jeongguk looks at you, his heart healing the longer he does and he never wants to let go of this moment.

Everything becomes easier. 

You and Jeongguk don’t fight anymore, instead you talk and grow closer as time passes. 

You’re still looking for a new apartment, even though the tension has eased down. 

A plan is a plan. 

Whenever you bring up the apartment search into a conversation between Jeongguk and you, his demeanor changes quickly and he immediately shuts himself off. Here you were, thinking he’d be happy that you’re withholding your deal, not irritated. 

Instead of letting it get to you, you continue to hang out with Ash and Lucca. 

“So, Han-bin was a bad idea.” Ash repeats as you’ve told her how the two dates went. 

“I already called it the moment you recommended that idea. Like it was the best plan you’ve ever had.” Lucca intervenes, crossing their arms. Ash rolls her eyes at her partner, too embarrassed that they might’ve been right. 

“But, Ash was right. Han-bin is a sweet guy.” You say to hopefully cheer up your friend who’s about to mop in a corner. “We even decided to stay friends.” 

With that, Ash excitedly cheers, and it’s probably because she’s a firm believer in friends to lovers and that it’s the most realistic trope there is out there, meaning she thinks in two three months you’ll finally have a spark with Han-bin. 

“How’s the apartment search going?” Lucca directs the conversation somewhere else, mostly to cool down Ash who’s probably planning a Pinterest wedding board for you and Han-bin in the future. 

“It’s going, I think I found a place.”

The supermarket isn’t as crowded as Jeongguk anticipated when he came to the conclusion at the last minute that groceries were needed.  

So-ah is clutched tightly onto him, due to the baby sling that Jeongguk had mastered the older So-ah got. With her head squished under his chin, Jeongguk walks freely, collecting the products at a slow pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His eyes avert to the sound, catching Taehyung waving at him. 

As Taehyung moves closer, Jeongguk places down the item to greet him properly. 

“Hi, So-ah.” 

Jeongguk turns so Taehyung can get a better look at her, her eyes turning wide when she sees him. 

“She likes you.” Jeongguk notices, and Taehyung squishes her cheek carefully. 

“The feeling is mutual.” He cracks a smile. “How’ve you been? Last time I saw you, you and Y/N were about to bite each other’s faces off.” 

The tone indicates he’s joking, although still curious as to how the relationship stands between the two. 

“It’s… It’s better.” 

It actually is, and Jeongguk’s lips curl into a smile with the memory of your conversation. 

“That’s great to hear. She’s been super stressed with finding an apartment.” 

The information throws Jeongguk off guard. Are you that desperate to leave? Right after he opened up to you? 

Taehyung quickly catches how Jeongguk’s eyes turn downward, his jaw clenching. He’s uncertain if he should point it out, or leave it as it is. 

Thankfully, he gets saved by a call. 

“Hey, sorry my brother’s calling me. I’ll see you around?” Jeongguk nods, and Taehyung softly says goodbye to So-ah before leaving with his phone by the ear. 

The uncomfortable pit never leaves Jeongguk’s stomach after his run-in with Taehyung. He knows that there isn’t much time left, and you had made him the promise to leave the moment it hits six months but now? Now Jeongguk isn’t so sure if he even wants you to leave.

The last few weeks are spent on apartment hunting. You’re barely home, too busy with open houses after work and on the weekends. It’s an easy distraction from your repressed feelings towards Jeongguk, and it’s exactly what you need. Sooner or later you’ll leave your roommates and start over on your own. 

Jeongguk has an urge to tell you how he feels, how angry he is that you’re leaving but you keep missing each other. 

Whenever he passes by your room, he’s close to doing it but then you’re in a hurry to reach the next open house. 

If he hadn’t felt anything for you, he’d be extremely grateful that you’re doing all of this. You actually kept your promise and made yourself trustworthy. 

But, the clock is ticking and Jeongguk is running out of time. He needs to do something, fast.  

The weekend rolls around, and Jimin comes to pick up So-ah for the night. 

“I owe you big time. Thank you.” He hands Jimin an overnight bag, with everything he needs to take care of So-ah. 

“Don’t mess this up Jeongguk.” He gives a warning and Jeongguk’s palms start to sweat. 

“I won’t.” Jimin leaves quickly after, leaving Jeongguk alone with his thoughts. 

Work runs smoothly, Taehyung and you having fun with the children throughout the day but as soon as the golden sunset comes to view, you’re excited to go home. 

Home. 

Soon that home will turn into a different place and it makes your heart drop by the thought. You’ll miss Jeongguk, with his crazy and annoying remarks. You’ll miss So-ah, her galaxy eyes and her curiosity. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

The apartment feels empty when you walk in. 

You don’t hear So-ah or Jeongguk’s Overwatch that he always forgets to turn off. 

When you move to the living room, Jeongguk is sitting on the couch, his leg bouncing at a quick pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His head snaps up. 

“Y/N, hi.” He gets up, moving closer to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hasn’t stopped rubbing his palm on his neck, a nervous habit you’ve quickly caught onto while living with Jeongguk. 

“I’m fine. I need to say something.” His voice is stern and you quickly step back, nodding. 

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

Your heart stops at his words. 

“What? Why?” 

Jeongguk steps closer, his breathing uneven as he studies your face. “B-because…” 

The nervous stuttering doesn’t stop and Jeongguk closes his eyes for a moment. 

“Because I–”

Jeongguk doesn’t continue his sentence, pulling you closer by the waist before he lets his lips glide above yours. His lips feel soft, and your breath hitches subtly right as he presses them down to yours. 

The kiss is short, Jeongguk pulling away just before you have a chance to act upon it yourself. 

“That’s why.” Jeongguk doesn’t let his arm fall from your waist, still holding onto you tight. 

You don’t respond, instead your hand moves upwards, resting it by his cheek. Jeongguk gulps by your action, leaning into your hand for more comfort and you smile softly at him. 

“I won’t leave.” You confirm and Jeongguk’s body loosens, melting against yours as he reconnects your lips in yet another kiss. 

You clutch yourself to him, as your lips move in sync, giving each other every comfort needed. 

Neither of you move away, letting the kiss grow heated. When Jeongguk slips his tongue past your lips, you’re almost drowning in his touch. He’s careful, teasing you along the way while giving you a taste of himself. You’re just about to pull him further in when he stops, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Do you want to—”

“Stop? No.” You hover your lips above his, before you whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

You’ve waited too long for this, and now that you finally have Jeongguk you don’t ever want this moment to end. 

Jeongguk’s demeanor changes completely, his softness somehow disappearing and an ache begins to grow between your legs on what’s to come. 

He turns you both around, pushing you down on the sofa. Jeongguk continues to kiss you, his hand wandering on your breasts, before it drags further down, grabbing your thigh softly. 

You offer to touch him everywhere, starting by his back. Your hands slip through his t-shirt to roam on the naked skin. It feels delicate against your palm the further you drag it upwards to his nape. 

Jeongguk’s breathing changes due to your touch, his lips moving further down, reaching your neck. His tongue traces patterns, letting you feel the wet sensation while your hold on Jeongguk tightens. 

It doesn’t exactly click for you that Jeongguk is hovering above you, giving you his time with his tongue on your neck. And it only excites you more that it’s finally happening. 

“Jeongguk.” You murmur under your breath, bucking your hips forward in hopes of grazing yourself against his bulge. 

He groans against your neck at your neediness, giving you a small bite which makes you gasp. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” He says softly, his words trail gently on your skin, and you smile from the confirmation he just gave you. 

When he reaches your waistband, you grab ahold of his cheek. 

“What are you doing?” It’s not that you don’t want to, of course you do. You haven’t thought about anything else for the past three months of living with Jeongguk but you’re nervous. 

“Let me make you feel good. Can I?”

You gulp, nodding nervously, letting him have his way with you. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even struggle when he takes off your pants, removing them perfectly and it almost makes you crack up at how ideal it was. 

Your grin is exchanged with a frown of pleasure when Jeongguk traces his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He’s making you work for it and frankly, you don’t mind. 

The pad of his fingers press down on your clit, making your breath hitch by the sensation. You feel everything yet nothing and it makes your body buck into his hand. Jeongguk smirks by the sudden action, continuing to tease you with his fingers until you’ll plead. 

The touching continues, a few presses once in a while making you hiss. He hasn’t dared to move beneath the fabric and your patience is running on a thin thread. 

Without thinking further, you grab ahold of his wrist. You’re done with his teasing. It’s unfair that he’s here, taking his time with you when you’ve both been longing for this exact moment. 

“Jeon Jeongguk.” He grins at the use of his full name and you want to throw a fit. 

“I’ll stop, I promise.” He pecks your lips, and considering you trust him, you let go of his wrist. 

Some things truly never change. 

He keeps his word, removing the fabric instead of teasing you further. The cool air hits your core, making you shudder before Jeongguk can continue. His palm keeps itself rested on your thigh, while his tattooed hand comes in contact with your slit. 

The first few strokes are slow, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it all over. Jeongguk’s mouth is agape, eyes heavy as he watches your exposed heat and his fingers decorating it with slow movements. 

“Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk breathes out, stunned to have you like this. 

The pet name causes your cheeks to heat up, flustered by such. 

No warnings, and Jeongguk inserts both fingers slowly, stretching you with ease. The feeling causes you to moan, as you’re too entranced by the pleasure. 

There’s something about the way Jeongguk works with his fingers that almost sends you into orbit. The way he gently curls them, making them pet on your g-spot whenever he manages to get his fingers all the way inside. The way his thumb traces circles on your clit, increasing the feelings evoking. 

When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you grab onto Jeongguk’s forearm, pressing down. Jeongguk is even more determined to make you come, maintaining the same pace. 

You feel the familiar pit in your stomach, forming as time passes. Although, Jeongguk has a lot more on his sleeve than just touching you. 

Being too focused on the thrill of the situation, you don’t notice Jeongguk crouching down. It’s first when he replaces his thumb with his tongue that you’re aware of what he’s doing. Your legs are shaking beside him, feeling yourself get much closer and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to taste you. 

To his luck, your body shudders followed by a high pitched moan as you finish. Jeongguk pecks your clit, before moving upwards to face you. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body warm and you’re smiling softly at him.  

When Jeongguk pecks your lips, you take him by surprise, grabbing onto his cock through the material. He groans against your lips, astonished by your bold move. You don’t stop, pumping him while your tongues consume one another. 

Jeongguk is already hard. He’s been ever since you laid beneath him, spreading your legs out for him. Even though Jeongguk is enjoying your touch, he’s impatient. 

“Stay here.” Before you can even question anything, Jeongguk runs out directly to his room. He quickly returns, with a condom in hand. When he’s about to lay down, you push both of his shoulders, making him land in an upright position. 

You straddle him, wrapping both arms around his neck. “Come on big boy, show me what you got.” Maybe you’re saying this because you know Jeongguk will absolutely fall into your trap and amaze you. 

“I’ll show you.” His gaze is intense, yet he’s already fiddling with his pants, desperate to get them off. You aren’t exactly helping, grinding down on the material of his pants, which gets him distracted. 

“Y/N, please.” You’re suppressing a smile, commanding either way and lifting your hips to help him get his pants off quicker. You aren’t exactly better yourself, wanting nothing more than for Jeongguk to fuck you. 

Jeongguk is quick on his feet, rolling the condom with ease before gently pressing into you. Your knees sink further down, inviting more of him in and the unfamiliar stretch feels pleasant. When your knees have sunk fully down, you take a moment to adapt. 

“Shit.” Jeongguk moans, mind spinning at how nicely you wrap around him. 

You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 

“Fucking hell,” Jeongguk curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes the chance of grabbing your ass tightly, making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jeongguk is regaining. 

His eyes avert downwards, watching how your bodies dissolve and how he disappears inside of you. 

The movement of your hips slow down, your body still processing your orgasm from earlier which had somewhat made you exhausted. 

Jeongguk helps you, grabbing onto your hips, leaving you to sit still while he bucks his hips at a much faster pace. Your moans are clogged, too stunned to process the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Fuck—” You breathe out, clutching yourself onto Jeongguk who isn’t slowing down. He’s surely showing you everything he’s got and you’re already close. 

With no warning, you tense above him, your orgasm washing over you, filling your body with warmth. Jeongguk follows soon after, giving one last thrust as he moans against your neck. 

The both of you stay put, trying to regulate your breathing. “Was that good enough for you?” Jeongguk asks between pants and you slap him lightly on the shoulder, because he knows it was better than good enough.

“Oh my god! Jeongguk hurry!” You scream excitedly, still holding onto So-ah who’s standing on two feet, ready to take her first step. 

“Don’t let her walk!” Jeongguk screams from the bathroom, finishing up his shower after his workout from earlier. You roll your eyes, holding tightly onto So-ah who’s trying to move out of your grasp to walk. 

Jeongguk runs out quickly not long after, in only a towel because moments like these are rare and there’s no way he’s about to miss out on his daughter walking for the first time. 

“Okay, come here So-ah.” Jeongguk kneels, spreading his arms open for his daughter and she screams softly, wobbling towards her dad but managing two steps in before Jeongguk has to sweep her in. 

You clap excitedly at So-ah having taken her first step and you catch Jeongguk’s eyes watering. 

“So-ah, you did it.” Jeongguk kisses her on the cheek. 

Moments like these are only the beginning for the three of you, and you’re thrilled. 

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accidental roommates | jjk

✧ pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader

✧ rating explicit (18+)

✧ summary moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

✧ warnings & tags roommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor, reader hooks up w. namjoon (it's very brief!), mutual pining, hurt/comfort, smut, guk is a tease, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, cowgirl, happy ending!

✧ word count 14.7k

✧ author's note this fic is a re-upload! if you've seen it before, this is why:)

For the first time since a week ago, you’re finally able to breathe for once. 

The sigh you let out is comforting and freeing. The awful ruckus of moving has caused you to roam on the streets with a lack of sleep, eye bags that can be caught from miles away and a groggy voice not daring to disappear from your vocals. 

A mess, really. 

You know it, your ex-roommate Ash knows it too and even though she and her partner are at fault here, it was bound to happen. 

You see, Ash had met Lucca through a mutual friend, the mutual friend being you and you were surprised at how well they complimented each other. 

The night they met was filled with nervous glances and flushed red cheeks due to the excitement. They both deserved each other. So, when they finally announced their relationship with you, you were more than thrilled. 

Although, after a year of them dating they had come to the conclusion of moving in together, which was a big step for their relationship and a step back for you, due to you ending back to square one and having to find an apartment yourself.  

The image of Ash’s expression when she kindly asked you to move within the next month was imprinted in your mind. She didn’t want to kick you out this way, but it was an important and big step into her relationship with Lucca, and the decision needed to be made regardless. You didn’t really have a say in this. 

Firstly, the apartment was Ash’s and in the end, it is her decision on whom she wants to share it with. 

It took you a week. 

A whole week to find the perfect place for you. 

The pictures sold the place nicely, the living room looking spacious and decorated firmly with stable furniture, and being desperate to find anything, you called the owner. The conversation went great. He was very quick on letting you get the apartment, sending you a confirmation email the day after you had agreed on the deposit. 

You were doing it, and it felt great. 

Although, your lack of sleep had been caused by the last-minute packing, having to clear out your room as quickly as possible. It was mostly because of Lucca themselves, having to move out of their sister’s loft, so the timing was indeed tight. But hey, everything turned out well even though you look like a Yeti who hasn’t been able to find a place to rest. 

It’s fine really, now you’ll be able to at least lie down before unpacking everything. 

With a trembling hand, you manage to push the code in, the door opens and you’re just about to step in when you look up and find a shirtless man in your apartment. You don’t say anything, the both of you staring each other down for a quick second before you manage to close the door, convincing yourself you’re hallucinating. 

It’s a thing, Ash had told you countless times whenever you managed to withhold an all-nighter in your shared place. First, there’s being overtired where every ounce of energy left bounces like a little child on a trampoline, then there’s the lack of sleep eating you alive even though your eyes fail you to shut, being used to staying open, which creates the last step: hallucinations. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sex which made you paint a beautifully sculpted man with tattoos only in a towel in front of you. 

You’re praising your brain for creating such a lively picture that causes you to grin and shake your head before you decide to re-enter. 

He’s there again. Your horny hallucination. 

The hallucination takes a turn when he screams into your face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!”

It’s then that you snap yourself back to reality, realizing this indeed is a real person and you’ve managed to scare the shit out of him. The only thing you find yourself doing is scream back, which turns into violent screaming in unison and by now half of the neighborhood is probably writing a complaint to this very apartment. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” You find the courage to finally scream back and the man in front of your eyes squints in discomfort, shaking his head as he swallows your words. 

“Y-your apartment”

You fold your arms, scoffing as your head turns towards the open kitchen. “Yes. Mine.”

He begins to laugh, his abs tensing along with the rhythm and you hate yourself for growing hot over his upper body. 

“You’re funny.” He points at you and to prove yourself to him, you look for the confirmation email that proves you have the right to own this place. 

“Here.” He steps closer, the scent of his shampoo infiltrating your nostrils and you notice a form of sweet yet musky scent. While you’re too busy trying to ignore it, the man in front of you has his full attention on your screen.

He smacks his lips, his composure straightening along. “There has to be some sort of mistake.”

You hum in agreement.

How wrong could this possibly go? 

The only solution that comes to mind like a wave, is to call the owner. You hold a finger up, pausing for whatever word is about to come out from the stranger in front of you while it starts to dial. It quickly gets interrupted, by a voice telling you the number doesn’t exist. You refuse to believe it, so you continue to call three to four times while the man crosses his arms, sighing out loud. It’s at that moment you notice the detailed and colored tattoos covering his arm in a sleeve. 

“He’s… he’s not picking up.” The defeat drags itself at your feet. The proof you once had to own this apartment is gone, except the confirmation email but then again there must’ve been some mistake — a big one to say the least. 

“Do you honestly believe that?” His tone indicates he’s irritated and the water droplets on his skin have almost dried out — the fact that you notice scares you more than the situation you’re currently met with. 

“I mean, clearly, you’ve been scammed.” The words swallow you whole, your composure losing against you and your head drops with your heart. Of course, it was too good to be true, because again since when have you ever been lucky when you’re on your own? 

“Fuck.”

It seems as if you’ve lost, but you’re not willing to give up just yet. You spent all of your savings on the deposit and the last thing you’ll do is ask your strict parents for money, which isn’t only super hard but exasperating as well. 

“Well now that this whole problem is settled, get out.” The tone is harsh and you flinch, tears threatening to spill as you slowly walk to the entrance. 

“Wait—” You hold your hands up, your feet freezing down on the tiled floor and the stranger’s expression turns into pure disgust yet confusion. You aren’t really sure, your mind is basically clouded; reasons being your lack of sleep. Which currently isn’t helping the situation you’re currently standing in. If only you could snatch it like Margot Robbie snatches bags and watches in ‘Focus’. This reminds you, you should probably watch it again, it was really good and—

“Hello?!” The sound catches you off guard, your eyes roaming back onto the half-naked stranger whose name still stays unknown. 

“Just. Please.” 

You’re fucking tired and this was the last thing that needed to be added onto your plate yet you’re still standing, except you’re hopeless and homeless. 

“Please?! Get. Out.” 

You drop down to your knees, your tears falling freely, and you plead. 

“I have nowhere to go. My old roommate is finally starting a new life with her partner, my parents are fucking strict and are the last I’m calling for help. I’m basically fucking homeless and I just wanted to lay down in my apartment after moving out last minute, and sleep.” You’re rambling all kinds of nonsense, throwing a whole scene in front of a guy who’s stepped out of the shower. You feel bad but you’re lost. 

You have nowhere to go. 

“Seriously, I’m fucked. Help me out, just—just for six months and I’ll be out of your sight.” Your voice cracks, every limb that has managed to withhold your posture, collapsing all together into one. 

You’re done. 

A deep sigh catches your attention, your glossy eyes looking up to see a semi-smile resting on the guy’s face. 

“Six months.” He repeats as he traces his fingers on the patterned ink, decorating his arm. “Fine. Just don’t make me regret this. I’m Jeongguk by the way.”

Finally, you discover the name of the pretty stranger. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You’re holding yourself back from hugging him, mostly because of his naked chest and the last thing you need is to feel warm skin on your own. 

Instead, you introduce yourself and he smiles awkwardly making you reconsider your awful ruckus from before. You basically admitted how fucked your life is at the moment, bringing along the strict parents into the mix and we all know, this won’t end well. 

A sudden cry snatches every ounce of your attention, coming from one of the rooms. Has someone been here all this time? 

“Shit. I think we might’ve woken her up.” 

Her. Great, you’re gonna live with a clingy couple, after having no mercy in showing you were checking him out — multiple times. This is going to be absolute hell. 

All while you’re imagining the messy and mostly awkward encounters you’re going to face while living with a couple, you don’t notice Jeongguk walking back out accompanied by a certain someone. 

“A baby?!” 

Great. Not only are you going to live with a couple, but their newborn baby too. 

“You sound… surprised.” He decides to sit down, the baby’s head resting on his bare and tatted shoulder, doe-eyed and mouth agape. 

“Where’s… where’s your girlfriend?” 

Shit. Are you even listening to yourself? You met this guy not even an hour ago and you’re already invading his private life with intense questions. 

“Don’t have one. It’s just me and So-ah here.” He taps her back, a few burps escaping her as you stay quiet. 

The scenery in front of you causes a faint smile to appear on the brim of your lips. If you weren’t determined to own the apartment yourself, you’d let every ounce of you swoon over how careful Jeongguk is with his daughter. 

Jeongguk takes a hold of her, changing positions as she faces him, her eyes as big as his. It’s crazy how alike they look. 

Your heart melts into a thick puddle when Jeongguk rubs his nose against So-ah’s, a soft giggle sounding like a lullaby escaping her right after. 

“Oh my god.” Jeongguk’s mouth drops and before confusion seeps through you he continues. “So-ah, you just laughed for the first time.” 

Fuck. You’re so screwed. 

“She’s adorable.” You smile fondly, Jeongguk breaking eye contact with his daughter at your comment. 

His eyebrows frown, clearing his throat as he shifts in his seat. “Thanks.”

Okay, there were exactly two things that fumed you over his flat-toned answer. 

One was that he was still a complete stranger and you’ve always felt somewhat threatened and uncomfortable when people you didn’t know made or said anything that clicked an icky feeling at the pit of your stomach, which quickly turns to irritation. Because here you are being fucking nice and you get this in return? What a fucking asshole. 

Second, it’s probably an ego thing, thinking he’s hot enough to get away with being quite literally rude. If it weren’t for his sudden act of rudeness towards your very tired Yeti-looking state you might’ve actually grown fond of him, but that is all forgotten now. 

You’re getting that fucking apartment.

Working as a kindergarten teacher meant a lot of things. 

Patience, energy, and consistency. 

For you to reach there before showing up at work, you’ll need to fuel your body with a smoothie. 

The clock hasn’t even turned six when you push the mixer’s button, a loud noise erupting in the quiet apartment. 

Did you do this on purpose knowing Jeongguk isn’t starting work yet? Maybe. Did he notice, is fucking angry and walking up to you at this moment? Very much so. 

“Seriously? What the fuck?!” 

The shouting from your roommate pleases your early morning state and you force an annoying smile as you greet him with a cheerful good morning.  

“It’s for work!” You push the button for a little longer, his eyes rolling back when So-ah starts crying in the room next to you. 

The daughter does make you feel an ounce of regret but that’s mostly because you love babies and she’s made a good impression on you already. 

Jeongguk groans in frustration, his grumpy state returning back to his daughter to soothe her while you hurriedly get to work. Your colleague is probably already there, having a different schedule than you. 

Traffic isn’t terrible and you’ve caught onto the lack of sleep that vanished during your moving week. 

As you reach work, Taehyung waves excitedly to you from the entrance, while holding a cup of coffee. 

“You look awfully happy.” Taehyung remarks when you walk past him and inside, re-adjusting a few things before the parents begin to arrive with their sunshine of kids. 

“I am.” 

Your mood definitely has something to do with nailing to piss Jeongguk off early in the morning. That’s what he gets for being a complete ass after you’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times, and just trying to be kind. 

“Care to tell me?” Taehyung moves his eyebrows, suggesting you got lucky and you quickly shut down the idea, shaking your head no along with you explaining it was an early win for you. 

“I basically pissed off my roommate this morning. He’s an asshole so he deserved it.” You shrug your shoulders, Taehyung following behind you as you both make the place ready, the clock ticking loudly behind you. 

“Roommate? I thought you had the place all to yourself?” Taehyung hadn’t gotten any updates from you since your stressful week, so it made sense for him to be completely lost when you mention Jeongguk in the context of your cheerful mood this morning. 

“I got scammed. But I’m not surprised. I’ve carried bad luck all my life and I blame it on my strict parents.” You joke, Taehyung chuckling nervously unsure if you’re completely kidding or deadly serious. It’s hard to tell.  

“Scammed, meaning the apartment you thought you had was already occupied?” Taehyung has lived in the city all his life, has been familiar with the scammers roaming in between others, and cheating the system who carries a blind eye. 

“Exactly, and here I was thinking shit like that only happens in the movies.” You scoff at the ridiculousness of the overall situation. 

How come you ended here? Not only with a scam, but a buff tatted guy and his baby daughter? Truly fucking wild. 

“Oh babe, you’d be surprised. So who’s the roommate? An old cranky guy?” Taehyung jokes once again, the sounds of chairs clinging against each other roaming in the air, the both of you settling in the common room ready for the children. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say that…” Taehyung’s interest quirks an ounce higher, his movements stopping to a halt, waiting for you to spill. 

“His name is Jeongguk and he has a baby daughter named So-ah.” Taehyung’s face drops, eyes wide as his mouth hangs wide because clearly, no old cranky guy is named Jeongguk. 

“If you tell me right now he’s hot, I’m gonna think you’re outliving everyone’s fantasy.” Taehyung holds up his pointy finger, eyebrow intact with his overall movement and you cringe because you really don’t want to admit Jeongguk is hot — even though you totally ogled his abs for a good twenty minutes the first time you met him. 

“He’s—” You try to form it into words while your mind flashing images of Jeongguk with wet hair, droplets of water covering his abs that tensed whenever he chuckled at your ridiculousness the day you got scammed. 

“Oh my god… You’re living with a DILF.” The term Taehyung uses makes you wheeze, losing composure as you move your body along with the laughter that escapes you. 

Taehyung doesn’t get more of a word before the first pair of parents walk in, hand in hand with their child. 

The day has just begun. 

Meanwhile, Jeongguk is currently taking care of So-ah. She hasn’t stopped crying since you decided to be annoying, and flush down the good morning that Jeongguk had anticipated down the drain. 

Maybe he should kick you out, because right now? His left ear hasn’t stopped ringing while his daughter’s face is almost purely red due to her countless cries. 

“So-ah, please.” Jeongguk places her down on his chest, her face rubbing on it, wetting it along, the discomforting sound continuing. Jeongguk feels lost and he wants to avenge himself on you because you’re probably dancing at work while he’s here, with dark eye bags and a crying baby under his arm. 

Sometimes it makes him wonder if it would be different if So-ah’s mother were still around. Maybe she wouldn’t cry as much. 

Afterall, a mother’s touch is important for babies at her age, and Jeongguk feels guilty. 

In reality, he just wants So-ah to be okay, to feel understood, and frankly, at the moment understanding her is difficult. He continues to pat her back, rocking her back and forth in his gaming chair, set up by the computer that has an awaiting meeting for him in two hours. 

He can do this, he’ll just freshen up as soon as she goes back to sleep. 

The day spins around faster than possible, the sun already setting behind the building in an orange glow and Taehyung is currently wiping down the mess that was left on the tables since lunch. 

“So, regarding your DILF, is he single?” You’re close to spilling the scene where you asked Jeongguk where his partner was only to get a no, which only made you more curious than before. It isn’t likely for you in the span of living to have met a single father. In most cases it’s single mothers, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“He—Yes, apparently he is.” You’re uncertain and Taehyung casually nods at the response, making you reconsider if you’re even allowed to be curious regarding Jeongguk’s living situation. 

“Well, this is the start of a beautiful love story.” 

You stick your tongue out in offense to Taehyung’s joke while he cracks himself up, boxy smile on display as well. 

“You’re the worst.” He trails right behind you as you close down the place, and leave it behind for tomorrow. 

“Right, but if anyone were to ask you’d still point at me for being the best colleague you’ve ever had.” He’s not entirely wrong and you get to prove it to him by remaining silent. 

After you and Taehyung part ways, you hurry home in desperation to see if the grumpy expression is still remaining on Jeongguk’s face from this morning. 

To your surprise, it isn’t. 

You find Jeongguk sprawled on the couch, his chest exposed and his baby daughter laying on top of him, both of them breathing in sync. 

If Jeon Jeongguk didn’t open his mouth from time to time you’d start to like him, because seeing him sleep in complete silence makes him seem…not so bad as you had thought. 

But then again he was rude even though he certainly helped you out after your scam episode. 

You decide to make dinner, leaving the both of them to rest while listening to soothing jazz music. Somehow with time passing by and the smell filtering through the apartment as it cooks, Jeongguk stirs awake, So-ah along with him. He manages to push himself upwards, holding onto So-ah and finds you swaying as you cook in the open kitchen. 

Memories cloud Jeongguk’s mind back when he was still with— 

“Oh! You’re awake.” 

You had felt a pair of eyes boring at your back, so when you turn to see Jeongguk spacing out you make yourself noticeable. 

“Yeah, it smells great by the way.” 

It’s then Jeongguk realizes he’s yet to wear a shirt and it’s become an accidental habit of being shirtless in front of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get the wrong signal. 

“Thank you.” You take the compliment lightly, letting it pass by your head so your focus remains on the main goal; having Jeongguk willingly move out. 

Jeongguk is completely oblivious to your plan, although it would make sense if he slowly started to catch on to your smoothie early morning surprise. But for now, you’re hungry and there’s still a good five months left before you leave each other’s sight. 

The dinner turns out successful, So-ah doesn’t cry once and both you and Jeongguk groan afterward, bloated from overeating. He thanks you before returning back to his room, leaving you to do all the dishes. 

Great.

Living with Jeongguk had run smoothly, your hopes in gaining the apartment fading the more time went by with him being extremely kind. It hadn’t offended you but you were certain he was rude and didn’t like you. 

But early Monday morning, Jeongguk proved to you exactly how much that apartment means to you. 

You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night, the walls a lot thinner than you had anticipated, and So-ah had cried most of the night, not only waking her dad but you as well. 

Babies are wonderful creatures, but at night it surely paints a different motive than the one you’re being met with during the day. 

Blaming Jeongguk for your lack of sleep would be rude on your part, so you accept it by making a cup of coffee early in the morning. It was the next best solution, and as you’re sitting on the counter waiting for the water to boil, Jeongguk walks in dressed in black joggers and a white t-shirt. 

“Morning.” 

You’re holding back from laughing at how alike the both of you look. So-ah really destroyed you for the better. Jeongguk joins in on the coffee solution, making his mug ready right next to you in silence. 

When the water is ready, you jump down, pouring the warm water after adding a few teaspoons of instant coffee. Jeongguk follows you right after, stirring it with his spoon. As you walk towards the refrigerator, Jeongguk is quicker than you, pulling the milk out and pouring it into his mug. 

“Could you pass me the milk?” 

Jeongguk grins at your question and it’s then you notice he’s poured the remaining drops, leaving no milk for you. 

Fucking marvelous. 

“Better luck next time.” He winks at you, slowly walking back to his room as you flick him off without him noticing. 

Yeah, you definitely spoke too soon when you even let yourself think Jeongguk might be a nice guy. 

He’s not and he just started a war. 

Taehyung notices how different your state is today, the flatlined smile throwing him off guard. Being the good colleague that he is, he makes you sit down as he prepares everything. 

“I’m not doing this for free, spill.” 

You groan out of tiredness and anger, holding your face that can barely keep up with everything around you. 

“Fucking…Jeongguk.” You squint your eyes, already plotting how you’ll manage to rip every part of him apart. Taehyung would lie if he admitted that you in your current state aren't scaring the shit out of him. 

“I was beginning to think he was remotely nice, until this morning.”

Taehyung hums along, uncertain where exactly you’re heading with this conversation. It’s something Taehyung has learned about you in the past years you’ve worked alongside, your conversations always turn in a different direction no matter how precisely you start them.  

“Taehyung, would you get pissed if someone took the rest of the milk when you’ve already prepared a cup of coffee?”

“He didn’t—”

Everything makes sense for Taehyung. 

Jeongguk has practically started a war with you because one thing everyone should know when it comes to you is to never mess with your morning coffee. Specifically when you desperately need one. 

“He surely fucking did.” You scoff out of disbelief. “He even laughed when he emptied it.” The images flash through your brain once more, a betrayal that has caused a lot of damage to your already ruined morning state due to So-ah. 

“Go make yourself some coffee, and don’t let him get to your head for now. It’s not worth it.” 

Taehyung was right, it would stupid to hold milk accountable for Jeongguk and your reasons for despising him. Hopefully, it was a mistake and you’ll return home with a better state of mind, Jeongguk leaving you rather at peace.

You follow Taehyung’s instructions, walking inside the semi-small kitchen for staff, and begin making your fuel for the day. 

Work turns out easier after you get coffee in your system. Taehyung takes most of the tasks throughout the day to ease down any forms of headaches that might come along due to your lack of sleep. Small moments and gestures like these, remind you how truly lucky you are to have a colleague like Taehyung. He has never made things more difficult, always managing to make everything easy and simple. 

As soon as the clock strikes, parents fill up the entrance awaiting their children who are too busy playing outside, enjoying their free time. The sun has already moved down further, creating a beautiful sunset, whose golden rays move along the filled playground that’s messy due to every toy in sight being used throughout the day. The parents were kind enough to teach their kids to always clean up after themselves, leaving the entrance the remaining spot to clean. 

When you’re about to reach for a broom, Taehyung catches it before you. 

“Go home. I got this.” His voice is stern as if he already knows you’re about to plead to do it yourself. 

You let out a sigh, thanking him as many times as you can in the span of you dressing yourself up to go outside. Taehyung brushes you off, a semi-smile resting nicely on his framed face. 

The apartment is empty, silent, and dark when you enter. You wonder where Jeongguk must’ve gone, the sky from outside already an ounce darker than when you stepped out from work. You’re not too worried, your petty self still being remotely annoyed with the morning incident. 

When you walk past the living room, you feel yourself crash down, wanting to watch a movie. 

It’s much needed after today and maybe it’ll slowly lull you to sleep. Since you were little, sleeping at night had always been a difficulty so a distraction in the background could likely push you towards the sleep you’ve been craving. 

You settle on watching a crime film that piques your interest on Netflix. You’ve managed to add a bit more lighting inside the apartment, a few lamps surrounding the couch.

The plot starts to reveal itself, leaving you speechless as you bite down on the blanket, eyes fully open, trailing along whenever someone moves on screen. You’re just about to catch a big lead to why the certain murder occurred when Jeongguk walks in with So-ah drinking from a bottle.  

“Oh, hey.” You quickly say before averting your attention back on the screen. Jeongguk squints his eyes, having trouble seeing the big screen but as soon as he catches on, he tsks. 

“Wait— Isn’t that the film where the protagonist is actually the killer?” The moment Jeongguk speaks, a clue leads to having the protagonist on the list of who might’ve done it and now Jeon Jeongguk just asked for a ticket to hell. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim loudly, throwing both hands and arms in the air, frustration seeping through every vein coursing through your body. You’re seeing absolute red. 

“Oh shit, my bad.” You aren’t even glancing towards him, but you can hear the shit eating grin he’s trying to suppress. You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, remembering Taehyung’s words from earlier. It’s not worth it. He’s right, it truly isn’t and you’re being weak by letting small annoying things set you off like a grenade. 

You’re not letting him win. Things have only just begun.

Returning the favor with annoying gestures had only turned the next two months into a living hell. The apartment went from walking on a dream to walking on eggshells. 

It had started with a minor mistake in the early morning with the dreadful lack of sleep and constant bickering. Your dreams of owning the apartment slowly crashing as you’ve been looking for new apartments, wanting to get furthest away from Jeon Jeongguk and his annoying behavior. 

If it weren’t for your colleague you would’ve handled the situation differently, but Taehyung has always assured you to stand your ground and not let him get to you. 

Jeongguk has already been kind enough for you to stay, so to make it easier, it’d be best not to mess it up by revenging yourself. But you badly wanted to. Just once. To see Jeongguk’s face twist to annoyance in a mere second, while you try your best not to sing happily right after. 

Although, the only thing keeping both you and Jeongguk on the ground from ripping one's hair out, was So-ah. Her magical baby powers overrule the both of you, and her eyes are wide and full of hope for what’s to come. 

When you had first moved in, Jeongguk wasn’t exactly fond of you being near his daughter but with time and his suddenly busy schedule, he had you keep an eye out for So-ah who was distracting him too much with her cuteness. So-ah quickly loved your company, your small jokes, and countless attempts in making her giggle. Jeongguk couldn’t keep you two away from one another, so he accepted it. 

The weekend had finally rolled around and after a week of none other than small bickering and disagreements between you and Jeongguk, you were finally at ease in your bedroom. The discussions between you were ridiculous — Taehyung’s words not yours. It could go from a minor detail, like the temperature in the apartment to a full-on debate on whether the film he wants to watch is better than your own choice. 

As you’re laying in your bed, you look up at the painted dark blue ceiling, your curtains open, accepting the outside light to shine in. You’ve always loved the natural darkness and how it covers every room differently than if everything is covered, turning to full darkness. You turn constantly, your mind being more awake than you had anticipated. It humors you that you always feel exhausted after speaking with Jeongguk, yet here you are alone full of energy. 

Tossing and turning continue for what feels like an hour and you decide to give up. Rather than reading a book, you walk out to grab a glass of water, your throat feeling a bit dry. You figure Jeongguk isn’t awake at three in the morning, which explains why you don’t put on pants, walking out in nothing but a satin white t-shirt paired with black lace underwear. 

Even though you don’t like Jeongguk, you still show respect to him and his daughter by carefully walking to the kitchen to not make any sounds. 

The living room has the same light as your bedroom, and as you’re about to turn, you bump into Jeongguk. His skin feels warm, but you quickly pull away and Jeongguk blinks at you with tired eyes. 

“M’ sorry.” His voice is deep, groggy even and you collect the dots that Jeon Jeongguk just woke up. 

“All good.” 

Thankfully, Jeongguk is too busy going to the bathroom to notice your sleeping attire that exposes half of your body. You sigh in relief, accidentally catching a glimpse of Jeongguk’s ass, being hugged by his boxers as he walks further away from you. 

You shake your head, ignoring what your eyes caught onto, focusing solemnly on getting water as planned. 

You’re just about to drink your last cup when Jeongguk walks past you once again. 

You’re not in the mood to talk to him, so you chug your water wanting to leave the kitchen as quickly as possible. It doesn’t exactly go as planned, the water trickling by the corners of your lips, further down your shirt. 

“Fuck.” You groan, realizing how much you’ve accidentally spilled. The fabric clings onto your breasts and as you’re about to pull on it, you catch Jeongguk turning his head quickly from your direction. The action doesn’t throw itself in your head, instead, you become annoyed. 

“What?” 

Why is he still standing here? Shouldn’t he already be back in his room by now? 

“J-just grabbing some water.” Jeongguk mumbles, his voice becoming an ounce lower, and somehow it catches your attention that he sounds nervous? 

“Be my guest.” You move further away, trying to cover your lower half that’s exposing too much to your roommate who has managed to piss you off for two months straight with absolutely no reason. 

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on the sink, although you throw a glance at him and you really wish you hadn’t. His arms are flexing as they hold onto the counter, and the prominent veins and lines of his definite muscles are showcased. You begin to notice each small detail of his tattoos that have managed to flow into one big art piece on his arm. 

You’ve been too annoyed with Jeongguk to notice the minor details of him. The Adam's apple bops in the rhythm of the gulps he takes, almost inhaling the water quickly. Somehow your body reacts quicker than your mind, shivers coursing through your body the longer you stand and watch Jeongguk. The staring gets cut off when Jeongguk places the empty cup down on the counter. 

He throws a glance your way, your skin already feeling hot by the close space. 

“Well, goodnight.” Jeongguk walks past you, your faces inches apart for a split second before he’s gone from your sight. 

When you lay back down in your bed, your heart is beating incredibly fast and your body doesn’t stop growing hotter. 

What is wrong with you? This is Jeongguk. As in your roommate, who’s made it his life’s mission in pissing you off and almost made you explode like a grenade for the whole world to see and the neighborhood to hear. 

All while you’re wondering why exactly your brain feels fuzzy, Jeongguk is freaking out in his own room. 

His dick has managed to betray him. He blames it on his lack of hookups, but deep down he knows it was because of you. His mind had fogged for a minute when he caught a glimpse of what was hiding underneath your t-shirt, but as soon as the water dripped down he didn’t even have to try, and guess. He’s angry and frustrated at himself and if it were possible to have a one-on-one fight with his dick, he would’ve. His body had only betrayed him and that made him certain that he had to stay far away from you. 

Although, whenever Jeongguk closed his eyes he could see your naked thighs, and the black lace seeping through the material of your shirt. He could see the water dripping down your neck, rolling further down your chest and creating a wet patch on your— 

This has to stop. Jeongguk begins to think of everything that turns him off until his state finally gives in, letting him sleep. 

It takes longer for you. Your mind has always loved to play tricks, letting you imagine the what if’s of every situation you’re met with. They’re simple at first, only showcasing what you had seen earlier when your eyes didn’t stop studying every minor detail on Jeongguk. 

But then they turn an ounce wilder. 

You’re tracing your fingers on the ink, while his arm is holding onto your waist, keeping you close and letting you feel his warm breath against your cheek. 

Fuck. 

Do you…do you want Jeongguk? 

Taehyung notices it the moment you step into work; how quiet you are, not daring to meet his eyes when he cheerfully greets you. 

Something happened and you’re not exactly proud of it. 

“So…am I gonna have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes pop open, gulping down as you mumble out a weak ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ and quickly move on with your tasks for the day. 

Taehyung isn't letting that slide so easily and sooner or later he’ll either find out for himself or you’ll tell him out of panic. 

It takes Kim Taehyung exactly four hours to find out exactly what has been bothering you, and just as you’re about to leave the kindergarten, he decides to bring it up. 

“You want to fuck him.” 

You stop in your tracks. 

Okay, now is the time to use your fifth grade theater skills, and act as if Taehyung didn’t speak your thoughts out in the open. 

“Fuck Jeongguk? As in Jeon Jeongguk, my annoying roommate who’s made my living situation a living hell the past two months? Oh please.”

“Y/N, you know that doesn’t work on me.” 

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine…fine!” You throw your hands in the air, giving up and Taehyung just shakes his head over your dramatic antics. 

“I thought you, ‘hated his guts’.” Taehyung quotes you from the past hundred conversations you’ve had regarding your roommate, and the new banter you’ve yet shared before you left for work. 

“I still do! This will fade, do not worry.” 

Not only are you trying to convince Taehyung, but yourself as well. 

Taehyung doesn’t argue with you. You have enough on your plate already and he knows you’re very much conscious of the mess you’ve brought upon yourself. 

When you leave work and Taehyung, your phone starts to ring in your pocket and you’re thrilled to see Ash’s name displayed. 

“Hi!” Your friend cheerfully greets you and the conversation immediately flows. 

She tells you how amazing it’s been living with Lucca and how they’re currently making her favorite dish. 

“That’s great, Ash.” 

When she’s about to ask you how your new apartment is, Lucca cuts her off, talking on the phone instead. 

“Y/N, come over! We have your favorite wine.” 

The offer tempts and you agree, taking transportation towards your old apartment. It doesn’t even faze you to text Jeongguk that you’ll come home a bit later, too excited to see your friends again after so long. 

Jeongguk has just finished changing So-ah’s diaper, when he realizes it’s dark outside, and you haven’t come home yet. Just as he begins to worry, he scolds himself internally for worrying about you as if he even cares about you in the first place. You’re doing fine without him. Right? 

So-ah grabs Jeongguk’s attention when she manages to roll over for the first time and Jeongguk cheers her on, grabbing her face to give her kisses everywhere, her small arms flapping excitedly. 

“Wait, you have a roommate?” Lucca asks, as they pour a glass of wine in your almost empty glass. You find yourself sighing whenever Jeongguk is mentioned and you quickly see the images of his body against the natural darkness in the kitchen. 

“Yes, two actually.”

You spend the following thirty minutes explaining your scam situation, Jeongguk and his baby daughter now being your roommates for the next six months. You mention your irritation towards Jeongguk due to his annoying antics, and the kitchen encounter. 

“Woah.” Ash’s mouth has gone dry from keeping it open for a while, and Lucca doesn’t hesitate to drink up the rest of the wine in their glass. 

The situation is indeed complicated and overwhelming, and you chug along with Lucca on the wine while Ash starts coughing. 

“But listen, just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I would.” 

Excuses, that’s all you can bring to the table and Ash rolls her eyes at your ridiculousness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? You haven’t had sex for almost a year. Babe, sorry but you’re gonna cave.”

Your mouth drops in offense and you turn to get Lucca on your side, but they stay quiet which indicates they agree with every word. 

“S-seriously? You’re gonna pick Ash’s side over mine?” You point at your ex-roommate who smirks, knowing she’s won. 

“Y/N, you need a distraction.” Ash speaks first, holding onto both of your hands for comfort because she’s worried, you can see it in her eyes that slightly crinkle when she speaks. 

“A distraction?”

“Yes, someone who isn’t Jeongguk.” 

Lucca winces at the idea, watching Ash explain an idea that’s nothing but awful and stupid. 

“Um, maybe this isn’t—” Lucca tries to butt in, but Ash is stubborn. 

“Nonsense. Isn’t your friend Han-bin still single?” 

“Well, yes but—”

“Perfect. Y/N, you should go on a date with Han-bin. Not only is he a very sweet guy, but he’s an excellent cook.” Ash tries her hardest to sell Han-bin as best as possible for you, and at this point you’re desperate to try anything. 

Anything to get Jeongguk and his beautiful body out of your mind. 

“Okay, you can give him my number.” 

Lucca is about to throw a fight with Ash, but you’ve already agreed so there’s no point. 

“You’re not going to regret this babe.” Ash convinces you but deep down your gut feeling shifts uncomfortably at the idea. 

Two and a half weeks.

That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head.

Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head. 

Step one to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a clubbing partner. 

“Taehyung, shut up you haven’t done anything other than complain about the lack of sex you’ve been experiencing lately.” You reason, as you look through your closet for eye-catching clothes that surely will get you laid. 

“Fuck you, you always know what to say to get me to agree.” 

With a groan Taehyung finally says the magic word, telling you he’ll see you later. This was easier than you had expected. 

Step two to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a club loaded with hot people. 

Thankfully, Taehyung knows his way around town and the club he’s picked out is perfect. As soon as you both step in, the neon lights catch you off guard along with the hard base and the moving dance floor. 

Going out with Taehyung is fun, until he’s shoving his tongue down a guy’s throat. Apparently they met by the bar, and Taehyung being the flirt, persuaded the stranger easily. 

Sipping on your straw, you keep your eyes on a lookout for a potential hookup. Most are occupied, either sexting someone or having someone close by. The bartender in front of you notices the wearing frown that covers your face. 

“You okay?” 

The unrecognizable voice catches you off guard and when you set eyes on the bartender, your mouth tries not to drop. 

The bartender is wearing a tight black t-shirt, showcasing his pecs and built shoulders. His hair is long, pulled behind a snapback. He looks at you with a worried expression, holding onto the counter. 

“I’m okay.” You force a smile. 

“Come on, I can tell something is bothering you. I’m all ears.”

The offer is kind and just as you’re about to say no, he continues. 

“Listen, I couldn’t help but notice your friend making out with that guy for the past thirty minutes.” You turn around, Taehyung still going at it, and you roll your eyes over your colleague being better than you at getting some. 

“Yeah, he’s got more luck than myself.” You sigh, folding your arms over the counter, and the bartender cracks a laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get lucky.” He winks and your body grows hot. 

“I’m giving it an hour, or else I’m leaving.” You crack, and the bartender raises his eyebrows. 

You watch as he walks to the far side of the bar and comes out front to stand right in front of you. He towers over you, and you have to lift your head to look into his eyes, watching as they darken. One of his hands snakes around to the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. Your chest is flushed against his own and now you can really feel the hardness of his pecs, and your mouth waters. He places his other hand around to the side of your neck, lowering himself closer to your face. His lips ghost over your ear, the skin making the slightest contact as he speaks.

“You don't need an hour.”

A shiver rakes through your body at the proposition.

“I don't even know your name,” you say with a hint of a giggle laced in your tone.

“The name's Namjoon.” You nod, tracing your finger on his broad shoulder while his eyes continue to explore every inch of you. 

“Y/N.”

His grip tightens on you, and before you get a chance to speak Namjoon beats you to it. 

“Wanna get out of here?”

It takes nothing more than for you to drag Namjoon home with you, leaving Taehyung and his hookup behind. 

Namjoon is so bold that you’re completely blown away by his confidence. He’s managed to make you wet before even reaching your apartment. His words only build up the intensity of the situation and when you finally reach the front door, you look back, Namjoon biting on his lip as he patiently waits. 

When the key is turned, you grab Namjoon by the collar of his bomber jacket as you push inside the apartment, until you reach your room. 

Namjoon doesn’t waste another minute, grabbing you once again by the waist to connect your lips in a needy and passionate kiss. It’s full of tongue, along with lip bites. You whine against them when the tip of his tongue coats your bottom lip as he mischievously smirks. 

Your hands tug on his neck, pulling him as close as you can, all while his hands slip under your shirt, and roam on your naked back. His hands are slightly cold, sending a shiver. With enough pulling on each other’s clothes in desperation, Namjoon is the first to pull away trying to catch his breath. 

“Take off your shirt.” You don’t hesitate to obey, tugging on your top in a hurry before it lands on your bedroom floor. 

Jeongguk had just finished a last minute task at work, realizing he had enough time for a game of Overwatch. He’s focused on aiming, fingers moving at a speed on the controller. Just as he’s about to reach a win, he hears the front door close. 

He removes his headset, in doubt if he should walk out and greet you, ask you about your night with Taehyung or stay, and play stubborn. The decision gets made for him, when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from your room. 

Wait. 

Namjoon hovers over you, his hands wandering over your upper body, not missing one inch. His warm breath almost swallows you whole as you slowly spread your legs further beneath him. 

He catches the signal quickly, moving more downwards, letting his mouth trail wildly on your naked skin. He nips at it softly, before replacing it with a wet kiss. 

As he’s reached further down, Namjoon locks eyes with you, supporting both hands on your waist. 

“Can I eat you out?”

When Jeongguk hears the first moan from your room, he feels instant irritation. In reality, it’s not anything he can actually get mad about when not even twenty four hours ago, he was knees deep in a stranger. But something ticks in Jeongguk when he hears how someone else is making you moan like that. 

“Ah—Fuck!” Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s long dark hair, his tongue rolling over your clit in circles. 

Namjoon is making sure you feel every inch of pleasure, taking his time with his mouth and fingers. You’ve forgotten how great it feels, and Namjoon was definitely the right guy to bring home.

His mouth pushes further against your core, lapping his tongue wherever it can reach and your legs begin to shake under his touch. It’s been a while for you, so your body doesn’t hold you back any further from reaching climax.

Jeongguk has blocked out the sounds from your room with his headphones. The sounds from Overwatch are helping him hear only the gunshots and effects the game carries, yet the sounds don’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. He doesn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to do so. 

But the thought of someone making you come undone this second, settles itself as an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, and he grabs his controller more aggressively, frustration coursing through his veins. 

What are you doing to him?  

Time passes quickly, both you and Jeongguk distancing each other from one another. 

You barely throw a glance at one another. 

For example, yesterday when Jeongguk passed by the living room, you were sitting in silence as New Girl rolled in the background. He knows you could hear him passing, but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. 

Jeongguk wishes deep down that the action didn’t hurt him, but somehow it did and now he can’t be around you for his own well being. 

Which results in one month of barely any contact. 

Although, it changes the day Jeongguk has to go to a meeting. His boss was okay with him bringing So-ah as Ji-eun didn’t have time to pick her up for a few hours — and he surely didn’t want to ask you. 

So-ah behaves, zero disturbance caused to the meeting and Jeongguk lets her hold his pinky while his boss throws in the plan for the upcoming year. 

When the meeting ends, Jeongguk gets a lot of praise from his boss which flusters him as he leaves the building. 

“Ready to go home So-ah?” She responds with her mouth doing all kinds of noises. She’s slowly growing more, and Jeongguk is touched by how beautiful his daughter is becoming with each passing day. 

Going home doesn’t go as planned. You see, Jeongguk had always worked from home, due to his job consisting mostly of online work. So he barely leaves the apartment except for grocery shopping or to meet Jimin. Which is the reason behind his big mistake; forgetting his keys. 

It was a new system. The code for opening doors had been dropped after scam episodes had increased. Last month the whole residency got new locks along with a pair of keys. 

Jeongguk hates himself, because now there’s only one solution and he really doesn’t want to go there. 

When he pulls up by the kindergarten, Jeongguk mentally prays the interaction won’t be awkward. Not that it hasn’t been awkward the last month, but this is different. He’s about to enter your workplace for a goddamn key because his ass rushed out the apartment instead of being smart and double checking that he had everything before leaving in a hurry. 

You’re gonna hate him for this. 

He can already imagine the slight frown you’ll have, trying your best not to scold him harshly. 

It’s empty when Jeongguk walks in, So-ah sitting comfortably in the infant car seat, which Jeongguk holds onto tightly. 

“Hello?” He calls out, the hallway completely deserted. That’s until a man peeks his head out, raising both eyebrows. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He walks towards him, drying his hands in what seems to be a cloth. 

“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Y/N.” 

The man in front of him drops his mouth before it turns to a boxy grin. 

“Oh my god. Are you Jeongguk?” The face Jeongguk makes, proves the man’s assumption. 

“Taehyung? Could you come help me with—Jeongguk?” He turns to see you, your brows in a frown as he suspected. 

“Oh, you’re Taehyung?” Jeongguk completely ignores your confused state, too excited to meet the Kim Taehyung that his roommate is very fond of. 

“An honor.” Taehyung bows comically, and Jeongguk cracks a laugh from the action. Just as Taehyung is about to crouch down to say hello to the little one, you step further, meeting Jeongguk eye to eye. 

“Jeongguk? What are you doing here?” You ask. 

Taehyung ignores your question, greeting So-ah gently as Jeongguk explains to you the situation. He tries to make himself sound less stupid than he was in the situation, but you don’t seem to buy it. 

You sigh, crossing your arms. “How do you even forget a key?” 

Great, you’re starting a fight. 

“It just happened, now can I borrow yours so I can go home?” Jeongguk’s tone is a bit snappy, and you notice, quickly fuming on the inside. 

Taehyung notices the tension, sending a glance to So-ah that screams ‘am I seeing this too?’ So-ah starts giggling and Taehyung knows internally that she agrees with him. He loves her already. 

“Fine, just—Don’t let this happen again.” You say sternly, before walking away to grab your keys. 

“Trust me, it won’t.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes when your back turns. 

You aggressively shove the keys in Jeongguk’s hand, Taehyung still having a conversation with So-ah throwing funny glances, but neither you nor Jeongguk notice, too busy staring each other down. 

“Great.”

“Great!” Jeongguk responds more aggressively, saying a calm goodbye to Taehyung who excitedly waves to So-ah. 

And then he’s out of there faster than lighting. 

“Jesus, what crawled up your asses?” Taehyung asks, scoffing in disbelief. 

“Nothing. Now come help me with the outdoor tables.”

He doesn’t ask any further, seeing you really don’t want to talk about it at this moment. 

Jeongguk has already started to cook when you ring the doorbell. He opens, greeting you with the expression he left you with at work. 

You return the same energy, not speaking to him as you remove your coat. 

You’re about to walk into your bedroom to avoid Jeongguk when So-ah catches your attention in the living room, rolling around on her own and chewing on a toy. She’s too cute to ignore, so you decide to join her, sitting beside her as you squish her cheeks in a playful manner. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much.” 

You can’t believe you’ve been a witness to So-ah’s growth. She’s already able to grab onto things, rolling around and rocking back and forth which is a sign she’ll be able to crawl soon. 

As you continue to play with her, letting her explore and sing as she babbles all kinds of nonsense, Jeongguk turns to watch the scene. 

You’ve always been careful with So-ah, grasping her as your own and caring a lot for her. He’s noticed how So-ah barely cries anymore, being more calm in your presence. He could get used to this, watching you play with his daughter as he cooks for all three of you. He’s at peace, comfortable with everything in front of him and—

The realization hits Jeongguk. 

He doesn’t hate you.

You don’t remember the exact moment you realized you didn’t hate Jeongguk. It just… happened. 

One day you were in the kitchen and he walked past you, minding his own business and you didn’t have any urge to throw a remark. No, you felt at ease, letting your eyes admire him rather than watch him out of spite. 

Panic seeped through you when you looked at the overall situation. 

You don’t hate Jeongguk, you’ve thought about fucking h—shit. What does this mean? Do you… do you like him? 

That’s crazy, there’s no way you possibly like Jeongguk or even starting too, which is how you find yourself agreeing to go on yet another date with Han-bin. 

Last time hadn’t turned out that bad. The company was nice, you felt comfortable and yet something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the gross experiences Han-bin wasn’t so afraid to share with you, or maybe… because he isn’t a certain someone. 

No. 

You’re going on that date. 

The moment you leave the apartment, Jeongguk is taking his afternoon nap with So-ah so you don’t bother notifying him where you’re going. There’s a certain ache in your heart the closer you are to the location picked out by Han-bin. 

Once again, it’s too fancy for your liking but Han-bin makes the environment comfortable with the company of his wild stories. They’re less gross this time and you find yourself laughing at a few of them. 

Time flies rather quickly with Han-bin’s company. 

If this weren’t a date, you’d be more at ease because Han-bin is a kind person. But dating him might be a stretch for yourself, seeing your mind keeps tracing back to your roommate who probably still hates your guts. 

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Han-bin throws you off guard with his question, but you nod regardless. 

“I’ve had a great time hanging out with you but,” Han-bin looks at you with a genuine and soft smile, “I don’t really think there’s that spark you know?” 

“Spark?” 

Sure, you’ve dated a few people in the past but no one threw the word spark in the conversation. 

You’ve always found it to be a cliché, like every romantic comedy who makes the spark obvious from the beginning. The spark that messes with the main character and their love interest, them tumbling against it until they get in a fight or have to share the same bed, which results in them sharing a passionate kiss, and one of them magically proclaims the love they’ve always had for that person. 

That surely doesn’t exist in real life. 

“You know, the spark where you know that this person is much more to you. Someone who isn’t just a friend.” Han-bin says, his tone laced with hopefulness. 

It’s then you realize that Han-bin is a romantic, a person who believes in finding that special someone.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll find that Han-bin. You’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you’re not angry?” 

It’s cute how scared he is to offend you. 

“No, no of course not. I see where you’re coming from.” 

Han-bin’s shoulders loosen at your words, feeling more at ease since he’s decided to throw it in the conversation. 

Before you depart your ways, you both come to an agreement of keeping in touch as friends.

Arriving late at the apartment, you move quietly by the entrance. 

As you’re reaching your bedroom, Jeongguk catches you off guard. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “You’re all good.’’ He doesn’t deny it and you feel a tinge of guilt, seeing the time is past midnight once again. 

You’re about to enter your bedroom door with a simple goodnight when Jeongguk catches you off guard with a question. 

“Hey, where were you?” Jeongguk is leaning against the wall, arms crossed which only showcase more of his prominent chest and his sleeve sneaking out of his loose t-shirt. 

“On a date.” You respond coldly, letting go of the handle. 

Jeongguk hums, mumbling something along the lines of, "Figured.’’ 

It throws you off, in a not so cute way. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

It’s almost as if he spoke in a tone for you to hear on purpose, and you’re falling into his trap. 

He shrugs lightly. "Nothing.’’ 

He’s about to turn around, wearing a smug smile when you continue, setting yourself up for whatever he’s trying to do. 

“Clearly it was something.”

“Not really.” His unbothered attitude sets you off like a grenade, and you’ve finally lost your cool with Jeon Jeongguk. 

“You know what? You drive me fucking nuts!” You don’t bother to care how much you’ve raised your voice. “You’re always pissing me off for no fucking reason!” Your face feels hot, the anger spilling out of you. 

Jeongguk scoffs, unfolding his arms and moving closer to you. 

“I pissed you off because you started this! With your fucking morning smoothie.” He isn’t helping with the noise, raising his voice as much as you. 

“That was one time. Do you need me to quote every time you’ve managed to throw me off?!” Your veins are straining against your neck, giving everything you have into your shouting. 

“Go ahead!”

“You took the rest of the milk. You spoiled the movie I was currently watching. You threw remarks whenever I did the slightest thing, and now? Now you’re commenting on my date!”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at your comment, not bothering to answer you. 

Yet you continue, because you’re fueling on the inside. 

“You have no rights, when you were fucking someone else!” 

You’ve given the signal that you were somehow affected by it, and Jeongguk quickly catches it. 

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not.” You cross your arms, determined to not let him think otherwise. 

“Just admit it!” 

Your faces are mere inches apart, both panting at a rapid pace. The whole room is heated and you feel yourself sweat underneath your shirt from all the shouting. 

“Fuck you.” 

It’s barely a whisper. 

Neither of you move. Eyes are wandering on each other’s faces and that’s when you notice Jeongguk’s gaze dropping down to your lips. 

You’re seeing red, although your body feels heated as you move closer, Jeongguk’s breath melting into yours. 

Jeongguk studies your gaze before he moves closer, lips about to brush against yours. 

As you’re about to lean in yourself, So-ah starts crying next door, snapping the both of you out of your trance. 

“I– I better…” Jeongguk starts. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You stutter, moving further away and when Jeongguk leaves the hallway, you breathe out. 

What the actual fuck.

The following days you avoid Jeongguk like the plague. You’ve never been more confused and irritated before. And yet, you can’t stop thinking about it. How close his face was, how his lips were about to seek yours until So-ah started to cry. 

Decisions need to be made. You can’t continue on like this. You need to talk to Jeongguk, without screaming at him and wanting to rip his face off. 

As you’re laying under the covers, your thoughts are spiraling around you. You’re contemplating if you should ask him to talk now because your mind won’t let you rest if you don’t. 

Fuck it. 

You get up in a hurry, walking in a straight line directly to Jeongguk’s room. After a few minutes of just staring Jeongguk’s door down, your body gives in, knocking on his door calmly. 

When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, can we talk? No fighting, just talk.”

Jeongguk nods, grabbing a hoodie by his desk. 

Jeongguk doesn’t want to wake up So-ah, so you sit outside, with a cup of tea. It was your idea. Somehow tea always managed to calm down your nerves, and if you wanted to withhold your promise to not fight, you needed to drink some of it along the way. 

“What did you wanna talk about?” He sounds nervous, and your mind re-directs you back to when the both of you were about to kiss in the heat of the moment. 

Instead of bringing that onto the table, you want to ask Jeongguk some things that have never left your mind since you moved in. 

“It’s more of a question.” You make it clear and Jeongguk turns his head, nodding for you to continue. 

“What happened? Why is it only you and So-ah?”

Jeongguk lets your question sink in. He’s uncertain if he wants to talk about it, or rather with you. It has somehow been easier for him to distance himself, push you away as much as he could, but that isn’t enough. 

You’re still here, sitting next to him as you admire the stars while awaiting his answer. 

The silence overflows, the wind curving itself as a comfort blanket around you both as you admire the small lights peaking out in the city. 

Jeongguk has always been scared of your curious gaze, yet now, it makes sense for him to tell you everything, let his shield down and give you everything that’s needed for you to understand him completely. 

It’s what is needed for you to stop fighting and stepping on each other for no reason. 

“Her name was Seul-ki.” 

You turn, surprised he’s answering your question but you stay quiet, letting Jeongguk speak. 

“She was always selfish. I should’ve known better.” Jeongguk trails his finger against the mug, images of her flooding his mind. 

He looks up, meeting your eyes and you smile softly at him. The smile brings an unwanted comfort, but it helps Jeongguk to go through with answering your question fully.

“So-ah was around one month old when Seul-ki got a huge opportunity for her career. She didn’t hesitate to take the chance. But with So-ah, it made it difficult for her to go through with it, so she wanted to give So-ah up for adoption and I just—” Jeongguk takes a deep breath, slightly beginning to tremble. 

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her do it.” Jeongguk’s hand trembles against the mug, keeping his emotions locked in, even though they’re close to breaking out. 

“So, she left us.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you.” You’re trying your best not to hold him for comfort, knowing he isn’t exactly fond of you. But something aches in you when you see the tremble he’s currently carrying and how his voice has turned broken. 

“Yeah.” He’s in doubt of what to say. But something in him continues, letting his inner thoughts win him over. Every frustration, pain and heartbreaking moments he’s felt since Seul-ki left. 

“Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. In the beginning So-ah would cry constantly, she’d be distressed and I couldn’t help because I’m not her mother. Sometimes you just need both of your parents and she—she hasn’t…” 

“Jeongguk.” 

Your warm hand lands on his, catching him off guard. 

“You’re an amazing dad. So-ah doesn’t need anyone else. You’re all she needs.” Your voice is soothing, melting him softly. He believes every word, trusting you much more than he had anticipated, and with the hopeful eyes you’re giving him, he knows he’ll be okay. 

So-ah and him will be okay, without Seul-ki. 

“Thank you.” Jeongguk smiles, the first genuine smile he’s given you since you moved in. 

You stay in place, letting the silence sink in between you as the cold wind flows. 

The starry night is beautiful, alive even. Sparkling and twinkling above you, reminding you of the beauty behind this earth. As you admire the details, Jeongguk looks at you, his heart healing the longer he does and he never wants to let go of this moment.

Everything becomes easier. 

You and Jeongguk don’t fight anymore, instead you talk and grow closer as time passes. 

You’re still looking for a new apartment, even though the tension has eased down. 

A plan is a plan. 

Whenever you bring up the apartment search into a conversation between Jeongguk and you, his demeanor changes quickly and he immediately shuts himself off. Here you were, thinking he’d be happy that you’re withholding your deal, not irritated. 

Instead of letting it get to you, you continue to hang out with Ash and Lucca. 

“So, Han-bin was a bad idea.” Ash repeats as you’ve told her how the two dates went. 

“I already called it the moment you recommended that idea. Like it was the best plan you’ve ever had.” Lucca intervenes, crossing their arms. Ash rolls her eyes at her partner, too embarrassed that they might’ve been right. 

“But, Ash was right. Han-bin is a sweet guy.” You say to hopefully cheer up your friend who’s about to mop in a corner. “We even decided to stay friends.” 

With that, Ash excitedly cheers, and it’s probably because she’s a firm believer in friends to lovers and that it’s the most realistic trope there is out there, meaning she thinks in two three months you’ll finally have a spark with Han-bin. 

“How’s the apartment search going?” Lucca directs the conversation somewhere else, mostly to cool down Ash who’s probably planning a Pinterest wedding board for you and Han-bin in the future. 

“It’s going, I think I found a place.”

The supermarket isn’t as crowded as Jeongguk anticipated when he came to the conclusion at the last minute that groceries were needed.  

So-ah is clutched tightly onto him, due to the baby sling that Jeongguk had mastered the older So-ah got. With her head squished under his chin, Jeongguk walks freely, collecting the products at a slow pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His eyes avert to the sound, catching Taehyung waving at him. 

As Taehyung moves closer, Jeongguk places down the item to greet him properly. 

“Hi, So-ah.” 

Jeongguk turns so Taehyung can get a better look at her, her eyes turning wide when she sees him. 

“She likes you.” Jeongguk notices, and Taehyung squishes her cheek carefully. 

“The feeling is mutual.” He cracks a smile. “How’ve you been? Last time I saw you, you and Y/N were about to bite each other’s faces off.” 

The tone indicates he’s joking, although still curious as to how the relationship stands between the two. 

“It’s… It’s better.” 

It actually is, and Jeongguk’s lips curl into a smile with the memory of your conversation. 

“That’s great to hear. She’s been super stressed with finding an apartment.” 

The information throws Jeongguk off guard. Are you that desperate to leave? Right after he opened up to you? 

Taehyung quickly catches how Jeongguk’s eyes turn downward, his jaw clenching. He’s uncertain if he should point it out, or leave it as it is. 

Thankfully, he gets saved by a call. 

“Hey, sorry my brother’s calling me. I’ll see you around?” Jeongguk nods, and Taehyung softly says goodbye to So-ah before leaving with his phone by the ear. 

The uncomfortable pit never leaves Jeongguk’s stomach after his run-in with Taehyung. He knows that there isn’t much time left, and you had made him the promise to leave the moment it hits six months but now? Now Jeongguk isn’t so sure if he even wants you to leave.

The last few weeks are spent on apartment hunting. You’re barely home, too busy with open houses after work and on the weekends. It’s an easy distraction from your repressed feelings towards Jeongguk, and it’s exactly what you need. Sooner or later you’ll leave your roommates and start over on your own. 

Jeongguk has an urge to tell you how he feels, how angry he is that you’re leaving but you keep missing each other. 

Whenever he passes by your room, he’s close to doing it but then you’re in a hurry to reach the next open house. 

If he hadn’t felt anything for you, he’d be extremely grateful that you’re doing all of this. You actually kept your promise and made yourself trustworthy. 

But, the clock is ticking and Jeongguk is running out of time. He needs to do something, fast.  

The weekend rolls around, and Jimin comes to pick up So-ah for the night. 

“I owe you big time. Thank you.” He hands Jimin an overnight bag, with everything he needs to take care of So-ah. 

“Don’t mess this up Jeongguk.” He gives a warning and Jeongguk’s palms start to sweat. 

“I won’t.” Jimin leaves quickly after, leaving Jeongguk alone with his thoughts. 

Work runs smoothly, Taehyung and you having fun with the children throughout the day but as soon as the golden sunset comes to view, you’re excited to go home. 

Home. 

Soon that home will turn into a different place and it makes your heart drop by the thought. You’ll miss Jeongguk, with his crazy and annoying remarks. You’ll miss So-ah, her galaxy eyes and her curiosity. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

The apartment feels empty when you walk in. 

You don’t hear So-ah or Jeongguk’s Overwatch that he always forgets to turn off. 

When you move to the living room, Jeongguk is sitting on the couch, his leg bouncing at a quick pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His head snaps up. 

“Y/N, hi.” He gets up, moving closer to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hasn’t stopped rubbing his palm on his neck, a nervous habit you’ve quickly caught onto while living with Jeongguk. 

“I’m fine. I need to say something.” His voice is stern and you quickly step back, nodding. 

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

Your heart stops at his words. 

“What? Why?” 

Jeongguk steps closer, his breathing uneven as he studies your face. “B-because…” 

The nervous stuttering doesn’t stop and Jeongguk closes his eyes for a moment. 

“Because I–”

Jeongguk doesn’t continue his sentence, pulling you closer by the waist before he lets his lips glide above yours. His lips feel soft, and your breath hitches subtly right as he presses them down to yours. 

The kiss is short, Jeongguk pulling away just before you have a chance to act upon it yourself. 

“That’s why.” Jeongguk doesn’t let his arm fall from your waist, still holding onto you tight. 

You don’t respond, instead your hand moves upwards, resting it by his cheek. Jeongguk gulps by your action, leaning into your hand for more comfort and you smile softly at him. 

“I won’t leave.” You confirm and Jeongguk’s body loosens, melting against yours as he reconnects your lips in yet another kiss. 

You clutch yourself to him, as your lips move in sync, giving each other every comfort needed. 

Neither of you move away, letting the kiss grow heated. When Jeongguk slips his tongue past your lips, you’re almost drowning in his touch. He’s careful, teasing you along the way while giving you a taste of himself. You’re just about to pull him further in when he stops, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Do you want to—”

“Stop? No.” You hover your lips above his, before you whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

You’ve waited too long for this, and now that you finally have Jeongguk you don’t ever want this moment to end. 

Jeongguk’s demeanor changes completely, his softness somehow disappearing and an ache begins to grow between your legs on what’s to come. 

He turns you both around, pushing you down on the sofa. Jeongguk continues to kiss you, his hand wandering on your breasts, before it drags further down, grabbing your thigh softly. 

You offer to touch him everywhere, starting by his back. Your hands slip through his t-shirt to roam on the naked skin. It feels delicate against your palm the further you drag it upwards to his nape. 

Jeongguk’s breathing changes due to your touch, his lips moving further down, reaching your neck. His tongue traces patterns, letting you feel the wet sensation while your hold on Jeongguk tightens. 

It doesn’t exactly click for you that Jeongguk is hovering above you, giving you his time with his tongue on your neck. And it only excites you more that it’s finally happening. 

“Jeongguk.” You murmur under your breath, bucking your hips forward in hopes of grazing yourself against his bulge. 

He groans against your neck at your neediness, giving you a small bite which makes you gasp. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” He says softly, his words trail gently on your skin, and you smile from the confirmation he just gave you. 

When he reaches your waistband, you grab ahold of his cheek. 

“What are you doing?” It’s not that you don’t want to, of course you do. You haven’t thought about anything else for the past three months of living with Jeongguk but you’re nervous. 

“Let me make you feel good. Can I?”

You gulp, nodding nervously, letting him have his way with you. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even struggle when he takes off your pants, removing them perfectly and it almost makes you crack up at how ideal it was. 

Your grin is exchanged with a frown of pleasure when Jeongguk traces his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He’s making you work for it and frankly, you don’t mind. 

The pad of his fingers press down on your clit, making your breath hitch by the sensation. You feel everything yet nothing and it makes your body buck into his hand. Jeongguk smirks by the sudden action, continuing to tease you with his fingers until you’ll plead. 

The touching continues, a few presses once in a while making you hiss. He hasn’t dared to move beneath the fabric and your patience is running on a thin thread. 

Without thinking further, you grab ahold of his wrist. You’re done with his teasing. It’s unfair that he’s here, taking his time with you when you’ve both been longing for this exact moment. 

“Jeon Jeongguk.” He grins at the use of his full name and you want to throw a fit. 

“I’ll stop, I promise.” He pecks your lips, and considering you trust him, you let go of his wrist. 

Some things truly never change. 

He keeps his word, removing the fabric instead of teasing you further. The cool air hits your core, making you shudder before Jeongguk can continue. His palm keeps itself rested on your thigh, while his tattooed hand comes in contact with your slit. 

The first few strokes are slow, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it all over. Jeongguk’s mouth is agape, eyes heavy as he watches your exposed heat and his fingers decorating it with slow movements. 

“Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk breathes out, stunned to have you like this. 

The pet name causes your cheeks to heat up, flustered by such. 

No warnings, and Jeongguk inserts both fingers slowly, stretching you with ease. The feeling causes you to moan, as you’re too entranced by the pleasure. 

There’s something about the way Jeongguk works with his fingers that almost sends you into orbit. The way he gently curls them, making them pet on your g-spot whenever he manages to get his fingers all the way inside. The way his thumb traces circles on your clit, increasing the feelings evoking. 

When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you grab onto Jeongguk’s forearm, pressing down. Jeongguk is even more determined to make you come, maintaining the same pace. 

You feel the familiar pit in your stomach, forming as time passes. Although, Jeongguk has a lot more on his sleeve than just touching you. 

Being too focused on the thrill of the situation, you don’t notice Jeongguk crouching down. It’s first when he replaces his thumb with his tongue that you’re aware of what he’s doing. Your legs are shaking beside him, feeling yourself get much closer and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to taste you. 

To his luck, your body shudders followed by a high pitched moan as you finish. Jeongguk pecks your clit, before moving upwards to face you. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body warm and you’re smiling softly at him.  

When Jeongguk pecks your lips, you take him by surprise, grabbing onto his cock through the material. He groans against your lips, astonished by your bold move. You don’t stop, pumping him while your tongues consume one another. 

Jeongguk is already hard. He’s been ever since you laid beneath him, spreading your legs out for him. Even though Jeongguk is enjoying your touch, he’s impatient. 

“Stay here.” Before you can even question anything, Jeongguk runs out directly to his room. He quickly returns, with a condom in hand. When he’s about to lay down, you push both of his shoulders, making him land in an upright position. 

You straddle him, wrapping both arms around his neck. “Come on big boy, show me what you got.” Maybe you’re saying this because you know Jeongguk will absolutely fall into your trap and amaze you. 

“I’ll show you.” His gaze is intense, yet he’s already fiddling with his pants, desperate to get them off. You aren’t exactly helping, grinding down on the material of his pants, which gets him distracted. 

“Y/N, please.” You’re suppressing a smile, commanding either way and lifting your hips to help him get his pants off quicker. You aren’t exactly better yourself, wanting nothing more than for Jeongguk to fuck you. 

Jeongguk is quick on his feet, rolling the condom with ease before gently pressing into you. Your knees sink further down, inviting more of him in and the unfamiliar stretch feels pleasant. When your knees have sunk fully down, you take a moment to adapt. 

“Shit.” Jeongguk moans, mind spinning at how nicely you wrap around him. 

You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 

“Fucking hell,” Jeongguk curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes the chance of grabbing your ass tightly, making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jeongguk is regaining. 

His eyes avert downwards, watching how your bodies dissolve and how he disappears inside of you. 

The movement of your hips slow down, your body still processing your orgasm from earlier which had somewhat made you exhausted. 

Jeongguk helps you, grabbing onto your hips, leaving you to sit still while he bucks his hips at a much faster pace. Your moans are clogged, too stunned to process the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Fuck—” You breathe out, clutching yourself onto Jeongguk who isn’t slowing down. He’s surely showing you everything he’s got and you’re already close. 

With no warning, you tense above him, your orgasm washing over you, filling your body with warmth. Jeongguk follows soon after, giving one last thrust as he moans against your neck. 

The both of you stay put, trying to regulate your breathing. “Was that good enough for you?” Jeongguk asks between pants and you slap him lightly on the shoulder, because he knows it was better than good enough.

“Oh my god! Jeongguk hurry!” You scream excitedly, still holding onto So-ah who’s standing on two feet, ready to take her first step. 

“Don’t let her walk!” Jeongguk screams from the bathroom, finishing up his shower after his workout from earlier. You roll your eyes, holding tightly onto So-ah who’s trying to move out of your grasp to walk. 

Jeongguk runs out quickly not long after, in only a towel because moments like these are rare and there’s no way he’s about to miss out on his daughter walking for the first time. 

“Okay, come here So-ah.” Jeongguk kneels, spreading his arms open for his daughter and she screams softly, wobbling towards her dad but managing two steps in before Jeongguk has to sweep her in. 

You clap excitedly at So-ah having taken her first step and you catch Jeongguk’s eyes watering. 

“So-ah, you did it.” Jeongguk kisses her on the cheek. 

Moments like these are only the beginning for the three of you, and you’re thrilled. 

[jjkeverlast]

holy shitballz #needthat

[jjkeverlast]

unexpected lovers | myg

✧ pairing fem!reader x yoongi

✧ rating explicit (+18)

✧ summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

✧ warnings & tags modern setting AU, strangers to lovers, fake dating AU, weddings, family issues (related to reader), romantic comedy, fluff, humor, angst with a happy ending, smut, soft dom yoongi, exhibitionism, fingering in front of a painting (and they say romance is dead), oral (m. receiving).

✧ word count 19.8k

✧ author's note this is a re-upload. if you've seen it before, this is why. :)

Lights flicked from each corner making the atmosphere more alive; the base booming so hard you could feel it in your feet. Swinging your hips back and forth to 'Work' by Rihanna, while your friend Amanda was hyping you up, making you laugh in the process but continuing letting yourself let loose for once.

Your family has definitely gone to your head.

About the whole, 'isn't it time you settle down and find yourself a handsome young man?' talk which mostly consisted of your Mom, but your Dad was clearly on her side, agreeing with each point she had thrown at you.

You tried Tinder, but let's be honest, most guys on that app are just looking for a quick fuck, which yes sometimes might be fun, but it gets very boring in the end.

It's not that you 'don't believe in love'. No, you just didn't understand the point in seeking it. Growing up — romance novels, cliché movies filled a lot in your daily life. Your mother wanted you to create a romantic yet hopeful side of you when it came to love. But as soon as you entered college, that side of you, which your mother wished from you, were crushed. You fell into the hook-up culture at your college — you had your fun for a while, yet your mother maintained herself around your neck throughout your college years.

But now, it has gotten so out of control, resulting in you stepping out and go clubbing with your colleague Amanda. Both of you are working for  'Fashlance', a clothing designer firm. Mostly consisting of having to design clothes for certain celebrities. One of them being Kim Namjoon, owner of the art gallery 'Stigma' which had gained a lot of attention in the span of a few months. He was one of the kindest people you designed for. He occasionally, still dropped by the firm to thank you and Amanda for the help.

''Let's get one more drink!'' Amanda suggests, before dragging you towards the slightly crowded bar.

Most people were sitting in booths in groups, others like yourself sitting by the bar countertop.

''Two vodka red bull,'' Amanda orders to the somewhat cute bartender. She had quickly caught onto his good looks, her flirting button now being on — you, quickly catching on to it.

You grabbed your drink, letting Amanda flirt with the cute bartender. Now strutting your way back to the dance floor, drink in your hand.

Downing your drink in almost one go, made you slightly gag from the bitter taste, yet you remained on the dance floor, shaking away the bitter feeling on your tongue.

Two hands were suddenly placed onto your hips, guiding you.

You turn around being met with a tall stranger, with nothing but a smirk on his face.

''Sorry, not interested,'' you poke him in the chest, making him surrender his hands from you, mocking you lightly at your rejection.

''Calm down, just wanted to dance," he retorts, making you roll your eyes at his best way to cover up the fact he wants a piece of you.

''Yeah? Well, dance with someone else,'' you snap back, wanting him to go back to where he came from. He shrugs you off, turning his back to you, before disappearing in the crowd of dancing bodies.

You caught a glimpse over at the bar, seeing the bartender now caressing Amanda's face with his fingers. You couldn't go back there, so you continued dancing alone.

''Hey, can I buy you a drink?'' A deep voice behind you asked, confronted with yet another total stranger who again was looking for a quick fuck.

Okay, yes, you are at a club where most people just want to hook up, yet you don't want that. You've had your absolute fun — especially since that conversation with your parents about you needing to settle down has gotten to your head.

Which is why you politely decline any offers that could lead to meaningless sex, which you've had your fair share of.

''No, I'm okay,'' you decline politely, smiling a bit to not seem rude.

The stranger doesn't get a hint of you turning him down, making him move a bit closer to you.

''Come on beautiful, one drink,'' he asks once again, semi-pressuring you when you've clearly said no.

What a fucking jerk.

Not wanting to have to pull up with any guys' bullshit in this club, you come up with one stupid lie.

"I can't. I have a boyfriend," you reason yet laced with slight discomfort and awkwardness.

You expect the guy to leave you alone once you've thrown the 'I have a boyfriend card' but it didn't seem to work.

''Well, is he here?'' He continues, now with a tight smirk plastered onto his face.

Shrugging at his disgusting behavior, you went along with your lie, not thinking of the consequences that can be caused because of this.

''In a matter of fact, yes he is.'' You were now arms crossed. Not wanting to be put up with his bullshit any longer. ''Point me in his direction — need to see who I'm up against," he challenges you, now making the same movement as you, arms crossed over his chest.

You sigh before turning around, trying to get a good look at the people around you. Most of them were either in groups or already with a girl under the arm.

Shit, this seemed absolutely hopeless, but you weren't going to give up just yet.

Scanning around the bar, you catch a glimpse of a very handsome gentleman, sitting at the bar countertop, looking down at his drink. 

Perfect.

''There he is,'' you point towards the gentleman, the guy quickly catching on making him sigh in defeat.

''Well, I'm gonna head back to him. I think he's starting to miss me-"

''I'll come with you. My friends already left like 20 minutes ago, could really use some company.''

You were just about to decline but he had already made his way towards the handsome stranger you had pointed at.

That's embarrassing.

''I- give me just one minute alone with my boyfriend. He's uh- been feeling a bit down lately because of work," you explain as you had grabbed the stranger in the arm, not wanting him near your 'fake boyfriend'. You had to make him know about your stupid lie first.

The stranger nods, standing still near the dance floor, you excuse yourself walking towards the handsome stranger by the bar.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for tonight,'' you confess through gritted teeth, afraid the guy behind you would hear, ruining your uttermost plan to get rid of him.

He finally looked up from his almost empty glass of liquor. Fuck. He's really pretty. ''Your- wait what?'' He was obviously confused; you had just come out of nowhere asking for such a favor. It felt pathetic.

''Yeah- I- well, this creep won't leave me alone.'' You rubbed your hand on your right arm. 

He sighed, tilting his head to the side, trying to see the creep that has been bothering you. His gaze returned to you, adding a sympathetic smile, nodding his head. ''He's coming over-''

Before he could continue, the stranger had sat down next to the both of you. Fuck.

''Wassup man'' the bastard greeted your 'so-called boyfriend' who's name you didn't even know. Well, this is definitely gonna end badly.

''Sup'' he answered short, keeping his cool as the stranger had now approached you, not wanting to leave you alone.

''So, you're the boyfriend?''

Fuck.

This is where you die of embarrassment.

''Yeah.'' He kept his gaze on him, intimidating the fuck out of him. It seemed to work for a bit, until the rat decided to speak again.

''You guys don't look like a couple.'' He comments adding it with a slight scoff, trying to embarrass the both of you.

''Well we didn't ask for your opinion.'' You bite back with a bitter tone, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger.

''That's my girl," He praises you, both of your cheeks growing hot at the sudden praise and the fact he called you 'my girl', but it was just an act. You had to keep reminding yourself that.

You smile, resting your arm around his shoulders while nuzzling him in the nuke of his neck, side eyeing the creep who was actually looking like someone who wants to leave.

Thank god.

''Well, you two have fun.'' He excuses himself, before finally getting out of your sight. A big sigh had released from you, needed after trying to get rid of him since he set his eyes on you.

''Thank you.''

He nods, taking the last sip of his drink, making you notice the silver rings wrapped around his fingers. He slightly coughed, making your head turn upward, not noticing you had lost your gaze on his hands.

''You can remove yourself from me now,'' he adds. You had forgotten how your arm was still resting above his shoulders.

''I'm so sorry about that- he just walked up to me, asked if I wanted a drink, I declined, no shit. And then this man had the audacity to continue after I declined? What a fucking jerk am I right? So yeah — had to come up with some sort of lie to get out of that one. So I looked around the club and you were the only good looking guy, well, not good looking. Wait, you're not ugly! You’re just-" You paused, catching your breath before continuing, ''the first person I laid my eyes on and I didn’t really think about it so I just pointed at you aaaaand I can tell you didn’t even listen to a word I just said.”

The handsome stranger didn’t spare you a glance and had walked away, leaving his drink on the counter. He had ignored you.

Great. You had tried your best to not embarrass yourself in front of that pig earlier and now you had, in front of the beautiful stranger instead.

You decide to run after him, as he had walked out of the bar not bothering to continue your conversation, okay so maybe you talked the most but hey! He could've just cut you off.

''Hey! Excuse you," you shout, finally gaining his attention which was needed much earlier. You just wanted to explain yourself and this idiot just left.

''Hm?'' He hums, tilting his head, chewing on what seemed to be a piece of gum. He was so unbothered that not only did it piss you off, but it made him even more attractive.

''What kind of person leaves mid-conversation?'' You ask in disbelief, still in a loud tone to indicate that his behavior had pissed you off.

You expected him to answer you but no. He just scoffed before turning his back to you, disappearing through the dark alley.

Running late was not your forte. It was ridiculous how your car found it hilarious to not start the minute you turned on the engine. You had to act quickly and decide to take the bus nearest you. Not expecting it to run ten minutes late which only made things worse.

Today was a very important day. Amanda had notified you that a new guest was arriving at Fashlance. You mentally cursed the entire route to work, disappointed in yourself for arriving late.

''I'm here!'' You shout, arriving at the main lobby where Amanda was standing with a male, his back turned to you.

Amanda quickly caught your stressed gaze and sighs in relief.

''Thank god Y/N!'' She exclaims, slowly walking over to you. The guest's back still turned, admiring the art piece hanging on the wall.

''Don't freak out! But our guest is very attractive.'' She whispers while hugging you, making it less suspicious that you were talking about him.

You grin while shaking your head.

''Hi! I'm Y/N,'' you introduce yourself to the guest.

He turns and your face immediately freezes.

It can't be-

''You,'' you mutter under your breath, him being able to hear and smirking a bit.

''Min Yoongi. I don't think we've met.'' He greets you, as a stranger, which sets a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You decide to swallow that anger and smile bitterly while shaking his firm hand.

Motherfucker.

Amanda slapped you in the arm, glaring you down with wide eyes. Shit- did you just say that out loud?

''Do you two know each other?'' Amanda blurts, causing you and Yoongi to turn your attention towards her.

''No!''

''Yes!''

Min Yoongi looks at you with confusion written all over his face.

You roll your eyes at his childish act.

''Okay, well we should think of some designs," Amanda suggests,  easing the clear tension between Yoongi and you.

You nod not wanting 'whatever the fuck is going on' to continue.

Amanda had already made her way towards the main office, you trail behind her, before a firm grip grabs your wrist, making you turn to see Yoongi with a yet relaxed expression plastered onto his face.

Amanda doesn't notice you and Yoongi and continues strolling towards the office.

When she's out of your gaze, Yoongi decides to speak.

''So, this is where my fake girlfriend works.''

You widen your eyes at his comment. He didn't forget.

''You-'' You whisper-yell out of frustration, stopping yourself not wanting to cause a scene in front of your guest. Just stay professional, you kept telling yourself, mostly to remain calm and to act cold instead of bothered. Yet you were stunned because of how calm he suddenly was.

After all, you were at work, and yes, he's the last person you'd want to assist, but you had no choice.

He grins at your speechless response, retrieving his firm grip around your wrist, you don't even bother to wait for him, fleeting towards the office, before you lost your cool with him. This was going to be a long day.

''Ah! There you are,'' Amanda comments, already looking at a few designs you had sprawled around on the table.

The next twenty minutes were spent on trying to find the design Yoongi wanted for his suit. Kim Namjoon, owner of Stigma had eyed his work for some time, and had finally reached out to him, requesting him to showcase his paintings at his art gallery.

Namjoon had then recommended your firm, for his suit design, which he will be wearing for the exhibition.

It was mostly Amanda and Yoongi discussing each design. You just stayed quiet, keeping your anger hidden in a deep cave within you.

You felt a sudden buzz in your pocket, getting a hold of your phone, curious as to who might call you in the middle of the day.

It was your mother. Weird. She never calls, normally not in the middle of the day. Mostly when you already were off work. This seemed to be important.

You excused yourself, walking out of the office before answering.

''Mom?'' You ask out of confusion, maybe it was just a pocket dial.

''Darling! Why didn't you tell me?'' She questions, with a tint of excitement.

''I- Mom what is this about?''

''Your boyfriend!''

The spit from the back of your throat had now become a clump, causing you to suddenly choke.

''Sweetheart! Everything alright?''

You clear your throat before responding to the last thing you had expected to hear from your own mother.

''Where is this coming from?''

Was she dreaming? Did she dream that you had a boyfriend and thought it was real? This must be a joke right?

''Your cousin Marco! His friend saw you at the club, cuddling with a guy, and overheard a conversation about you two being a couple! This is great news. News I'd like to hear from you instead, young lady.''

What are the odds that someone who is in touch with your family is at the same club as you? Yes, absolutely zero. Well maybe like one percent. So why? Why did this have to land on you? Your life was already going down the drain, being single and having your parents poke you on and on about it.

''Mom-'' You start, wanting to explain yourself.

''But I can say that I'm very proud of you. For once, you've finally decided to take upon your father and I's advice.''

It wasn't often that your parents would praise you for something you've done. It felt somewhat comforting. A feeling you'd wish you could hold onto for much longer. But you couldn't. It's worse lying to your parents about a relationship which is very nonexistent, than having them poke at you more than once a week about your love life. You had to continue living with this, until you eventually found someone.

''But-'' You start once again, your mom is much quicker than you, as if she's planned the whole conversation already.

''No buts! I would love to meet the gentleman at your aunt's wedding next week,'' she insists, which caused a nausea to appear at the idea of having to bring someone, who well, isn't really a 'someone'. This was absolute hell. Your mother had always been very stubborn, causing this situation to worsen and your voice having absolutely no role in this whatsoever. As if you were having a strip of duct tape tightly sealed on your lips.

''Mom I don't have a-'' You were so close, yet again your mother was quick to interrupt, a habit she had which was stepping your buttons way too often for you to keep count.

''No excuses. I'll see you next week. Your father is calling me, bye.''

And with that the phone call ended. You froze. Not being able to move as if all your problems had crashed from the ceiling of the office onto you.

You were fucked. Utterly fucked.

''Y/N?'' the voice behind you woke you from your spacing out state.

You turned around being met with Yoongi, his eyes were set directly onto yours.

''You okay?''

The question startled you.

Min fucking Yoongi wants to know if you’re okay?

You clear your throat before giving a quick nod, entering the office again.

''There you are!'' Amanda shouts in relief, as if you were gone for 3 hours.

''I'm sorry! My mom called- you know how she is," you excuse, not noticing Yoongi staring at you since you've both entered the office.

''Your mom? She called you? At this hour?'' Amanda questions, as if all the information you had put out was never said. You knew she was in shock; she knew your mother would never call you at this time of day and neither for some casual chit chat.

''Yes, yes and yes." You mutter, still swallowing the phone call you had.

She hums, not continuing it further, seeing your drowned out state. ''I'm gonna get you something to eat. You look like someone who's about to throw up their 9 am coffee.''

With that, she got up from her seat, speeding out of the office, leaving you alone with Yoongi.

''I'm fucked," you curse to yourself, covering your face with your hands, wanting to shut yourself out from the real world. The world where a 'rumor' has started in your family, about you. Fuck- that sound's terrifying, and it is. Very.

''What?''

''I'm fucked, Yoongi,'' you exclaimed once again, pulling the roots from your hair out of frustration.

''Oh- did that rat from the club contact you?'' He grins, clearly joking with you to either cheer you up, or piss you off more than you already are.

You give him a dead glare, him quickly losing his smile. ''Okay, not the time for jokes, got it," he murmurs, looking down, showing his regret for whatever kind of joke that was.

''I need your help.'' Was the last sentence you wanted to throw at him.

''Aren't I the one who's supposed to get help?'' He smirks, lifting both his brows, stating his obvious point that yes, he's the one getting help from Amanda and you. But this was a different type of help, unfortunately.

''Just shut up and listen,'' you grew tired. Yoongi's sarcasm, you and your mother's conversation, and now this awful idea which you were hiding from not only Yoongi, but also a big part of yourself. You didn't want this. You needed this.

To your surprise, Yoongi kept himself quiet, eyes fixated on you, indicating that you have his undivided attention.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.''

There it was.

That sentence once again.

Yoongi's eyes widened at your request.

''Again?!'' He shouts in confusion.

Okay, maybe this actually was a bad idea. But it was the 'only' solution. No, okay, maybe the second-best solution to the whole thing. Of course, the first solution would be to tell your mom that it was all an act, but she never lets you speak.

You take a deep breath before nodding to Yoongi, yes, this was going to happen whether the both of you liked it or not.

''It's once,'' you respond with a sharp tone. You had to win this.

''Where is this coming from? Did the rat track you down?'' He asks, his tone laced with uncertainty. Now supporting his hands onto the table. Your eyes set on his hands for a split second remembering back to the night where you gawked at the sight of them. Now, was not the time-

''I don't even know where to start!'' You exclaim, throwing your hands around in despair. Everything seemed pointless.

''From the beginning.''

You nod.

''A friend of my cousin Marco saw us, that night.''

Yoongi closed his eyes, maybe it was his way of receiving such unpleasant information. He hums, signaling you to continue.

''So, now, my whole family thinks I'm dating you.'' You finish off, well this was just the beginning, but Yoongi needed to swallow that information first before you could allow yourself to proceed.

''Fuck.''

''Yeah- that's just the beginning.''

Yoongi freezes at your words, not knowing where this leads and you can clearly see the discomfort he feels about the whole situation. You wish yourself that this never happened. You should've never pulled that stunt in the first place.

''You- um, might want to sit down for this one,'' you propose, in which he does.

And so, you tell him, from you and your parents' often weird relationship to the conversation about your dating life involving your parents and ending it with the phone call from your mom.

''Wow.''

''Yeah, would be great if you could help me out!'' You pleaded, needing this a lot more than you thought.

''What's in it for me?''

You chuckle, setting your eyes on his, ''An adventure you'll never forget.''

''So cliché.'' He retorts as if he didn't just use a cliché sentence himself. Asshole.

''Please. I'll do anything.'' Now you were almost begging.

''Anything?'' He parrots.

''Anything.''

''Fine. Get on your knees.''

Your eyes widen at his order. Did this man really want head from you to play your fake boyfriend for one fucking weekend? This has to be a joke.

''I'm not sucking your dick Yoongi,'' you blurt out.

Yoongi's lips start to tremble — is he really about to cry?

His mouth opens wide and he's laughing. Wow.

His laughter quiets down, ''Just do as I say.''

You carefully get on your knees, a bit far from Yoongi, still skeptical over what he precisely wants from you. You look up, indicating you are ready for new 'orders'. God that sounded wrong.

''Now, beg for it.''

Oh.

''Please, please, please!'' You beg, still down on your knees.

''Please, what?''

''Please be my fake boyfriend again! I can't do this without you Yoongi.'' This had to be enough. You hope.

He sighs before revealing his answer, ''okay.''

You squeal out of happiness, before the door opens and Amanda walks in with a transparent white bag, the smell of fries erupts in the room.

''Why are you on your knees?'' You tilt your head in Amanda's direction, seeing a bewildered Amanda.

''I dropped something! Did you bring Popeyes?''

She nods, as you stand up to look through the bag of fried chicken and fries. You gave her a small kiss to her cheek and thanked her for the gesture.

''Sit.'' you demand, while opening your laptop.

''Why are we here?'' Yoongi asks, noticing the small space you were sitting in.

You had invited Yoongi to come to your local library, as you wanted to clear the air about the whole fake dating thing. It had absolutely stressed you out, the thought of Yoongi certainly not knowing anything about your family. And if you had an actual boyfriend, he had to know every single detail, because you sure as hell ramble a lot about them.

''Do I need to remind you that the wedding is in two days?''

He scoffs, before sitting down in front of you. You turn the computer around showing him your handmade PowerPoint. You came prepared.

The title for the PowerPoint was, 'Everything you need to know about my shitty family,' Yoongi snickered at your ridiculous PowerPoint.

''You're kidding?''

''Shut it.''

First slide was an introduction to your parents, even though you've already made it clear that no, your relationship with your parents has been far from perfect. Ever since you moved out, your mother has given you certain advice, mostly involving men. You were her only child, so it wasn't hard to figure out why she was so uptight about the whole 'dating thing'. You were her one-way ticket for her to become a grandma.

Next is, your aunts and uncles.

''Let's start with Aunt Jennie, she can be a lot.'' You pointed out the slide showing a picture from your 18th birthday, where she had gotten so drunk, she started singing loudly 'Gangnam Style'. Everybody's attention had turned to her when that day should've been all about you.

''She's uh- well a bitch.'' You say in all honesty.

''Oh, do explain,'' Yoongi pressures, seeing your angry and pissed off face at the mention of her.

''You're not gonna believe me.''

''Try me.''

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for a family secret to be revealed. ''She, how do I say this, well, I had a childhood crush, and she fucked his mother.'' You blurt out, Yoongi's eyes growing wide at the confession.

''That, I did not expect.''

You didn't want to go into detail, revealing how uncomfortable the situation made you feel. So, you moved on.

''Next is Aunt Pamela, she's very quiet. Don't expect much from her, but she is very kind. Probably my favorite aunt if I had to choose.'' You had picked a picture from her 30th birthday, where she had received her puppy, now named based on her favorite food. Kimchi.

''Kimchi is adorable!'' You didn't expect Yoongi to be a dog person. Well now you know more about him too.

''Moving on, Aunt Bridget. Let me just say this, stay away from her. That woman was born without a filter and will make you uncomfortable in a milli fucking second.'' You indicate, trying to show how serious you were about it, but all you earned from Yoongi was a stupid grin.

''Ohh, I'm so scared!'' He spoke in a terrified ironic tone. He can't seem to take you seriously, and you were about to lose your patience.

''Min Yoongi. I'm serious!'' You whisper yell, not wanting to cause attention around you, as you were situated in a public library.

He nods his head once or twice, motioning for you to continue. You press onto the keyboard, revealing your uncles.

''This is Uncle Sam and his husband Philip. If I had to give out an award for best couple, it would be to them. They have the best humor, and I would not mind if you spend more time talking to them than me.'' You explain in a cheerful tone. They always had your back no matter what. Always telling you the family gossip and being honest with you. Which made you guys grow closer over the years. Sam was your mother's brother, and he had scolded her once or twice for being so harsh towards you.

“Finally, two decent people.” He comments. You had a shitty family mostly, which is probably why Yoongi was surprised by the sudden compliment you had thrown.

“Ha ha ha. Okay, finally, Uncle Seokjin.” A slide showing a few posters from the k-dramas and movies he starred in. He was the definition of the cool uncle.

“Your Uncle is THE Kim Seokjin?” Yoongi’s doe eyes had become more prominent, indicating he had not expected that. You had no idea that Yoongi was a k-drama fan.

“Y-yeah?”

“Wow, might just date you for real to see more of him.” He throws in the open, making you gulp. Something about him mentioning you two dating for real, sent a few unexpected shivers down your spine. You decided to brush it off, instead throwing a comeback to his confession.

“So, you’d use me as your pawn?” You scoff.

Yoongi can’t help but laugh at your awful comeback.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one using me as your pawn, instead of coming clean to your family.” A smirk now plastered onto his face, because he was right, and you both knew it.

“Touché.”

You were patiently waiting at the airport for Min Yoongi, or should you say boyfriend? Fake boyfriend? Pawn? No. Okay.

Let's just get this over with.

You sigh, still not catching a glance of Yoongi. Even after you had told him everything he needed to know, you still felt nervous. It was probably the fact that you're lying to your whole family. But you wanted to prove yourself to them, that you are capable of dating and don't just fuck guys from an app anymore.

You finally caught sight of Yoongi. He was wearing an oversized white tee, tucked into oversized black pants, added with a black cap. He looked good. ''And the adventure begins,'' you spoke first, gaining a grin from Yoongi as you both started walking towards security.

The plane ride was mostly silent, just as you were about to doze off, Yoongi decided to speak. ''Y/N?''

You shift in your seat, turning your face towards Yoongi, seeing a worried expression. You hum a yes, still a bit sleepy.

''We should set some ground rules.''

''Ground rules?'' You question, not knowing what kind of 'rules' should be set. You just have to act like a couple, it can't be that hard.

''Yeah, just like in every cliché fake dating movie, they set rules.'' Yoongi explains to you.

''Ohh- like in 'To all the boys I've loved before'?''

Yoongi nods. You didn't hesitate, asking the red-haired stewardess for a pen and a piece of paper — not long after she returned with it, you thanked her afterwards.

''Seriously?'' Yoongi comments, you are already scribbling 'Ground Rules' onto the piece of paper.

''Okay Min Yoongi, what is the first rule?'' You expect Yoongi to exclude disgusting pet names, or just plainly ask you to never call him something else than Yoongi — but that wasn't exactly the case.

''No kissing.'' He blurts out, his cheeks now a light shade of pink.

''No kissing?! How is my family gonna believe that we're together?'' You whisper yell, annoyed by such a rule. It's not because you wanted to kiss Yoongi — absolutely not. You just didn't want any suspicion to grow onto you and Yoongi this weekend. By not kissing or showing affection, it would be very hard to convince — especially your mother — that you are indeed dating.

''Hey, just not on the lips.'' He defends. Okay, that was at least better than nothing — if Yoongi and yourself just gave each other small pecks on the cheek, it might sell.

''Fine, no kissing on the lips.'' You repeat, writing it down under rule number one. Yoongi smiles in satisfaction.

As soon as you finish writing it down, Yoongi adds yet another rule.

''No matter what happens, after this weekend, the deal is off.'' Yoongi says sternly, as if something was bound to bring you in this situation again. You brush him off, not wanting him to worry.

''Second rule, deal is off after the wedding, no matter what.'' You parrot, while writing it down. Yoongi watched attentively, the pen leaving and submitting itself back onto the paper.

''Anything else?''

''No crazy pet names. I will gag on your shoes if you throw one at me.'' Yoongi threatens. You chuckled, before writing it down under rule number three.

''I knew you would say that.'' Yoongi laughed in the process, yet you knew he was dead serious.

''We should have a safe word.'' Yoongi suggests, you nod in agreement. For a minute, no words were exchanged, Yoongi and you were too focused to think of the perfect safe word.

Deep in your thoughts, the stewardess passed by the both of you, holding a tray with toast and avocado.

Yoongi noticed the tray too, looking at you before blurting, ''Avocado! That should be the safe word.'' You nodded in excitement before writing it down onto the paper.

''Okay, we're definitely ready now.'' You confirmed, Yoongi giving you a small smile.

The hotel was bigger than expected. For a minute you had forgotten how rich Aunt Jennie and her soon to be husband were. Okay, maybe not like 'Crazy Rich Asians' type rich, but definitely a close second.

Yoongi admired the details in the lobby where you two were standing, waiting for someone to assist you.

''I'm so sorry. How may I help you?'' A middle-aged man finally spoke.

''Hi, we're here for the wedding of Jennie Wong.'' you correspond, Yoongi still admiring the lobby ceiling being covered in ancient paintings.

''Name please?''

''Y/N L/N.''

Yoongi trying to hide a smile, now knowing your full name.

''Ah, room 206.'' The man checked you both in, handing you each a key card for your room. You both thank him, grabbing your suitcases, and now walking towards the elevators.

It didn't take long before you were standing in front of room 206, the numbers engraved in gold. You swiped the key card, opened the door, letting Yoongi in after you.

Just as you had closed the door, Yoongi shouted your name.

You don't waste another second, walking towards the bedroom.

''Fuck.'' you let out, seeing only a king-sized bed. How could you forget that your mother, who is quite invested in this 'very real relationship' would of course book a room, with only one bed. Now you felt like you were living in every book who included the 'there's only one bed trope'. You snicker at the comical scene in front of you. Yoongi's ears turn red at the idea of sleeping next to you. To your disadvantage, there wasn't even a couch to save you from this.

''Off to a great start!'' You declare in an ironic tone, placing your suitcase by the window. You started unpacking, not really having anything else to do — the rehearsal dinner first being tomorrow.

You unfolded your two dresses, not wanting them to be wrinkled, when you finally wore them. You turned around, seeing Yoongi place most of the pillows into some sort of barrier between the two sides of the bed. You scoff at his ridiculous act. ''Calm down, I'm not going to throw myself at you.'' You try to defend yourself, although Yoongi doesn't stop. ''Well, you never know what might happen if alcohol is involved.'' He points out, leaving you stunned that he even thinks you can't control yourself because of alcohol.

You don't think for another second when you pull one of the pillows away from Yoongi's grasp.

''Yoongi, for this whole thing to go as planned, you're gonna have to trust me.'' Yoongi's grasp on the pillow slowly softened. You took it as a sign that he gave you right. Almost sighing gracefully, Yoongi's grasp yet again tightened, you falling over onto the bed, landing face flat onto the sheets. ''Ow!''

''The barrier stays.'' Yoongi insists.

You lift yourself up from the covers, seeing a stable Yoongi, not daring to move.

You grunt in annoyance, your one arm swings, catching onto the pillow. ''Yoongi. Let go of the pillow.'' You demand.

Yoongi shakes his head, yanking the pillow towards himself, almost causing you to fall once again. ''Yoongi!'' You scream, still holding onto the pillow for dear life. He still doesn't bother, causing the both of you to yank the pillow back and forth, until one of you decides to give up.

And that isn't exactly what happens, instead the pillow rips into two, the feathers spreading all over the bed. You sigh in defeat, finally letting go.

''Okay, okay! Fine. The barrier stays.'' You exclaim, Yoongi cheering at the victory. ''Now clean this mess up.'' You add, before going to the bathroom to take a warm bath.

Yoongi grunts in annoyance, instantly regretting pulling the pillow too hard.

The night ends on a somewhat positive note. Still, as you laid in your shared bed, you could feel one or two feathers, which itched you throughout your sleep — you mentally threw a tantrum to Yoongi in your head, before finally drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to the sun shining in through the window, blinding your eyes as you slowly opened them — now rubbing them to finally adjust to the light. You turn to see a sleepy Yoongi, mouth a bit agape, small snores escaping his lips in the process. You smiled at the sight, stretching right after, letting out a small moan from the pleasure of your morning stretch, hitting you just right. Yoongi doesn't notice the small moan escaping your lips — thank god.

You don't wake up Yoongi, letting him sleep in while you get ready. As you brush your teeth in the mirror, it clicks for you that today you're gonna have to push through all your family members. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

You lightly slapped both of your cheeks, hyping yourself in the mirror. ''Y/N, you got this. No one is going to suspect a thing.'' You kept reassuring yourself. You pulled yourself out of the bathroom, seeing Yoongi trying to comb his messy morning hair with his fingers.

''Morning.'' you spoke, Yoongi turning his head towards you, repeating your words.

You check your phone, once you've sat back down on your shared bed.

mom remember, rehearsal dinner at 5:30 p.m. [11:56 AM]

You don't bother answering, instead turning your head to tell Yoongi the information from your mother's text.

''The rehearsal dinner is-'' you pause, noticing the prominent bulge through Yoongi's boxers, as he stands to stretch his arms. Morning wood. Shit — don't look Y/N. You try your best to not look down at his boxers, making you look confused as your gaze searched everything else in the room than him, ''-it's... at 5:30.'' You finally finish, your gaze still trying to regain onto everything but Yoongi's boner.

Yoongi acted way to chill for your liking, did he know you could see his boner? Did he want you to see his boner? Okay, no. That's crazy. He's the one who came up with the no kissing rule and the barrier in the bed, so for him to want you to see his boner, would not make sense. You got so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't notice how Yoongi had left the room to get himself ready.

You face palmed yourself, letting your brain even reach the idea of Yoongi wanting you sexually — you didn't want him sexually so why even bother thinking that?

Up until the rehearsal dinner, you decided to start the crime novel you had brought from home, if ever you needed to pass time — or to stop yourself from thinking about the fact you've seen Yoongi's boner.

Ah yes, the rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi and you finally reached the main floor, your hands now clammy the closer you reached the doors, leading to the room or more so the arena where the wedding would be held. Yoongi must have noticed your sudden nervousness, his hand reaching down to yours, squeezing it lightly to reassure you. The gesture itself was sweet, but your mind was too occupied with what might happen as soon as you walked through those doors.

''Relax. It's gonna be okay.'' Now Yoongi was trying to reassure you with words, yet you remained the opposite of calm. You tried to recollect your hyped-up words to yourself, you've got this.

''Okay, let's go.''

And with that you both entered the dining arena, the first person that caught your eye was your mother. She quickly notices you, making you gulp from nervousness. ''Y/N! You came.'' She excitedly spoke to you, while Yoongi's hand was still intertwined with yours. You gave her a small peck to the cheek, her returning back to where she stood, getting a good look at Min Yoongi, your fake boyfriend for the rest of this weekend — you had to remind yourself.

''So, you're the fine gentleman my daughter has been hiding from me.'' She comments, side eyeing you in the process to scold you for it, without Yoongi having to notice.

''I'm Yoongi. Nice to meet you.'' Giving her a small smile, to show politeness and kindness as well.

''Honey! Come meet Yoongi.'' Your mother called out to your dad, a glass of champagne in his hand, talking with what seemed to be Aunt Bridget.

He excuses himself, walking over to greet Yoongi and you. ‘’Hi, I’m the dad.’’ He introduces in a silly tone, maybe to ease the clear tension between your mother and you. It doesn’t work that well, not until Yoongi cracks a light joke about the tables being ‘too’ round, you didn’t really hear as much, your mind being anywhere but at this rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi took quick notice of your behavior, squeezing your hand occasionally to make sure you’re here. You always brushed him off with a smile, not wanting to go into detail about how much your mother’s behavior affects you.

‘’Oh! I think Aunt Bridget would like to speak with the both of you, go on.’’ Your mother spoke, lightly giving you a push on your back, encouraging you.

When you reached Aunt Bridget, Yoongi side eyes you, knowing she is that one person you should stay the fuck away from.

''Y/N, how good to see you again!'' And now the official show begins. You put on a smile, pressing onto Yoongi's arm for more support.

''How are you?'' You decided to ask first, trying your best for Aunt Bridget to keep talking about herself, so she wouldn't throw an uncomfortable comment at you or even worse Yoongi.

She couldn't help but laugh, as if your question was said by a comedian at a stand up show.

''No, how are you my dear?'' Aunt Bridget, was of course smart about this, turning the conversation towards you. She wiggled her eyebrows when she caught onto Yoongi, with a half crooked smile not knowing what to say, as your words from earlier this week had gotten to his head.

You fake a smile, wanting this to end as quickly as it could, in reality that was 2 hours and 3 minutes from now; but you weren't counting.

''I'm fine, this is Yoongi, my boyfriend.'' The word boyfriend came out a bit too natural for your liking, you only took it as a good sign. It showed you were warming up to Yoongi and this whole fucked up plan you cooked up in your brain.

Aunt Bridget's eyes slowly moved from Yoongi's face to his feet, but shortly stopping at his crotch. You refrain yourself from letting out a loud sigh at her behavior; knowing this was indeed not new.

''Yoongi was it?'' Aunt Bridget let out, letting her hand roam on his arm, Yoongi only threw you a side eye, internally panicking over her behavior. You wanted to let out a laugh, especially since Yoongi didn't take your words seriously when you told him about Aunt Bridget.

''How good is it?'' She turned to you, with a smirk on her face. You knew what she indicated and Yoongi's sudden laugh quickly turned to a cough to cover up the fact that you were indeed embarrassed.

''Aunt Bridget! How much champagne did you drink?'' Quickly saving the both of you from more embarrassment, she only scoffs in response, looking down at her glass merely filled, eyes full of guilt.

You quickly apologize, taking Yoongi by the hand leading the both of you elsewhere. ''I'm so sorry about that-''

''No, don't be. You warned me. I just didn't think it would be that bad.''

Normally, you would say the classic 'told you so' but seeing how uncomfortable Yoongi was because of Aunt Bridget, you held yourself back.

''Oh, there's Aunt Pamela.'' Hastily you changed the subject, catching onto Aunt Pamela sitting by her table, not chatting with anyone.

While walking towards her, Yoongi's hand squeezed yours a little tighter for a second, as if he was afraid you would let go. You didn't dwell on the thought for too long, focusing on your Aunt in front of you.

''Y/N, my beautiful niece! How are you?'' Her eyes, smiling towards you as well as her pearly white teeth.

''I'm doing great! I want you to meet my boyfriend, Yoongi.'' Yoongi stepped forward, shaking her hand lightly with a bright gummy smile.

''Oh my! What a fine gentleman.'' Adding a grin, seeing Yoongi blush at her comment to his appearance.

''I've heard you have a dog named Kimchi!'' Yoongi excitedly mentions, remembering your PowerPoint, which made you smile at the thought.

You've never seen Aunt Pamela talk as much as she just did with Yoongi, them talking from Kimchi to art in a millisecond.

''Y/N, you've hit the jackpot.''

''I really did.'' You look up, being met with Yoongi's eyes already set on yours. It was a short moment of eye contact, but the longest you've had, noticing how brown his eyes were and the length of his eyelashes.

''Seokjin! I was wondering where you'd go.'' That made Yoongi immediately turn his head, seeing the one and only Kim Seokjin standing next to Aunt Pamela.

''I couldn't find the bathroom, have you seen the size of this hotel? It's like the Maze Runner.''

Yoongi grinned at Seokjin's joke, his eyes filled with hearts. Okay, yes he freaked out when you told him you were in family with Kim Seokjin; you just didn't peg him for a big fan.

''I'm glad my joke is appreciated. Kim Seokjin, it's my pleasure.'' Reaching his hand towards Yoongi's, giving him a firm handshake. Yoongi's mouth was agape, still processing when he touched Kim Seokjin's hand.

''Min Yoongi. It's an honor.'' You had never seen this day coming; Min Yoongi fangirling hard over your uncle.

''I'm sensing you're a fan of my work.'' Seokjin chuckling over Yoongi wildly nodding his head.

Yoongi starts rambling about every k-drama your uncle was in. Seokjin grinning, amazed how Yoongi remembered by heart every k-drama he starred in.

''At least someone is a fan.'' Seokjin's side glaring at you, to showcase that you'd want to get on Yoongi's level if you wanted to meet the hot k-drama actors.

The rehearsal dinner turns out better than expected. Yoongi and you were seated next to Aunt Pamela and Seokjin, grinning over Aunt Bridget's drunken state, her mumbling far too much TMI information to the whole family.

''Yoongi, what do you do for work?'' Seokjin asks, casually sipping on his white wine, being disgusted by the sweet champagne which Aunt Bridget seemed to like a bit much.

''I'm an artist, well a painter.'' He corrects himself, to be more precise.

''Impressive!'' Seokjin adds, raising both brows in the process.

''I'm having an exhibition next month, you should come!'' Yoongi spoke too quickly. In a month, your deal would be done for good and having Seokjin come to it would be difficult having to either explain a complete disaster of a story or just stretch out the deal for one more evening.

''I'll make sure to be there.''

Yoongi nervously chuckled, sensing your glare next to him. Giving you a 'I panicked, okay?' look, making you roll your eyes.

''Pumpkin is such a good artist.'' You were bitter, Yoongi had just broken one of his own rules so he needed a taste of his own medicine; cringe pet names is the way to go.

Yoongi choked on his rosé, when the nickname reached his ears.

''But nothing beats your designs, Muffin.'' Now Yoongi's hand landed on your thigh, giving it a firm grip which made you lightly gasp. He was too good at this.

''Stop it Poopsie! We've been over this.'' You rolled your eyes, seeing Pamela and Seokjin awkwardly chuckle at your act.

Yoongi fake grinned, leaning towards your ear, ''If you call me one more pet name, I'm taking the first flight home.'' You gulped, it was a clear threat and knowing you overstepped did give you a sense of victory over this little war, but now Yoongi warned you and you immediately stopped the silly act.

As the rehearsal dinner reached its end, Yoongi got more exhausted than he intended, wanting nothing more than a warm shower before bed.

''Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can stay if you want.'' He whispers casually, while you were sitting with Seokjin chatting over his latest drama. You nod, before he disappears through the big entrance.

You continue your conversation with Seokjin. Him telling you all about his female co-star Park Min-young. They apparently had to film a love scene, the boom operator accidentally dropping the boom stick on Seokjin's head, making him fall flat onto Park Min-young. He processed to show you the deleted scene, you laughing till tears started forming.

''Y/N.'' Your laughter quickly dimmed, seeing your mother in a very stressed state. What does she want now?

''Take Aunt Bridget to her room. She's too drunk.'' Your mother ordered. You caught a glimpse of Aunt Bridget trying to force Aunt Jennie to take a sip of her champagne, Aunt Jennie quickly refusing with a red covered face.

You excuse Seokjin for having to leave, him nodding and smiling in understanding.

''Aunt Bridget! Let me take you to your room.'' She quickly agrees, locking herself to you, stumbling a bit on the way out. Aunt Jennie mumbles a low thank you to you, seeing as if Aunt Bridget had been a huge embarrassment for everyone.

''So how good was that champagne?'' You snicker at your own joke, seeing Aunt Bridget mimic your sentence in a high pitch tone with a lot of blurted words. Thankfully, the elevator was quick and you were already walking towards her room.

Her room was right next to yours, 206. The familiar letters engraved in the door in gold details. Aunt Bridget doesn't hesitate before trying to open, not even bothering to detect her room key. You decide to help, rummaging through her green velour handbag. You instantly lose all your patience, walking towards your room before you go back down to the rehearsal dinner and look for the lost room key.

So, the next best thing to do is take her to your room. You had forgotten all about Yoongi taking a shower and leaving earlier — until now. 

Aunt Bridget was the first one to catch sight of a naked Yoongi once you opened the door for the both of you. Her being already drunk off her mind, didn’t exactly help the awkward encounter. 

‘’Oh, so it is good.’’ A smirk grew on her face, after she’d caught sight of Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi looked like a deer caught in headlights, quickly covering his private area with his hands. You smacked Aunt Bridget’s shoulder, still stunned from catching a glimpse of it. 

‘’I couldn’t find the towels.’’ He explained, while you covered Aunt Bridget’s sight with your hand. You pointed in the direction of the towels, almost catching a sight of his butt when he slightly turned to reach for the drawers with towels. Until he found a towel, you remained with your eyes set on the ceiling. 

‘’Okay, all clear.’’ 

Aunt Bridget removed your hand, slurring mostly her words, ‘’I can’t believe you found a man with a good face and a long di-’’ 

‘’I think that’s enough!’’ You cut her off, not wanting her to say such a thing in front of Yoongi who’s probably still very embarrassed over not only you but your Aunt as well seeing him naked. 

To your luck, Seokjin had found Aunt Bridget’s key card, helping her quickly to her room. It left an awkward tension between Yoongi and you, and for the first time you were glad that the pillow barrier was between you. 

You were laying in silence, the only sound in the room being the AC and your breathing. You wanted to say something, anything. But you didn’t and it resolved into a night with almost no sleep and awkward silence. 

Thankfully it was the wedding today, which meant one more day of this fake dating and you’d both be out of your merry way. The morning was as awkward as expected, only a good morning being exchanged between you. It was all quiet until Yoongi suddenly threw a tantrum. 

"Of course! Of course I forget a second suit!’’ He exclaims and you feel as if he’s talking to himself and not you – due to it still being awkward between the both of you. It’s first when Yoongi sits down and turns to you, his gaze begging for help that you speak up.

"Maybe Uncle Seokjin can borrow you a suit! Last I remember he overpacked three too many." You had accidentally overheard Aunt Jennie gossiping to her soon-to-be husband about Kim Seokjin’s tendency of overpacking. He might just be the only solution for Yoongi's suit emergency. 

Yoongi looks at you blankly, his eyes blinking way too much, not knowing if you’re serious or not. 

‘’I’ll be back.’’ With that you walked out of your shared room and directly to Seokjin’s. Seokjin’s room wasn’t far away, just longer down the hall and you were surprised to see that Seokjin wasn’t standing alone. Aunt Jennie was there as well. 

‘’Ah, my favorite niece!’’ Seokjin caressed your back, seeing your uncomfortable state near Aunt Jennie. She looked stressed and it seemed she tried to find support through Seokjin. 

‘’Seokjin? Do you have a suit for Yoongi, he apparently forgot his second suit back home.’’ You explained and Aunt Jennie only looked down to her feet, trying not to laugh. You ignored her for now, not wanting to cause a bicker for nothing. It was her wedding day after all. 

‘’Of course! I’ll drop by your room in a minute.’’ You thanked him before returning to your room. Yoongi was reading your crime novel and seemed more invested than you’d imagine, him reading a crime novel was the last thing you imagined happening on this trip; yet again you don’t really know much about him. 

‘’Do you like it so far?’’ Yoongi swiftly turns his head up, his brown hair covering a bit of his eyes and he only shakes it, closing the book in an instant. ‘’I’ve already read it.’’ 

‘’You like crime novels?’’ 

‘’I would rather say love than like.’’ You only hum in surprise not expecting Yoongi to love crime novels as much as you do. 

‘’Oh! Seokjin will drop by with his suits.’’ That makes Yoongi finally relax as his shoulders slump and he finally exhales a long awaited sigh of relief. 

After a few time passing conversations, a knock is heard and it reveals Seokjin, standing with as said three suits too much. Yoongi becomes nervous whenever Seokjin is in his presence – his inner fanboy is screaming right now. 

‘’All right Yoongi. Strip.’’ Seokjin lays out the suit on the bed and Yoongi looks at you worried, while slowly unzipping his pants. He obeyed Seokjin too fast and you instantly got sent back to the night where you caught onto the sight of Yoongi wet and naked – with Aunt Bridget being drunk out of her mind. 

‘’I’m– I’m gonna go get ready in the bathroom! I’ll leave you to it.’’ You only heard a soft mumbled ‘okay’ from Seokjin before you grabbed your dress and scurried hurriedly to the bathroom. Your heart was pounding – quicker than it should. You were just scared for the actual wedding; not anything else at all. Your thoughts drifted off as soon as the warm water made contact with your skin. 

‘’You look great!’’ You heard Seokjin shout out of excitement, right after you were done getting ready. Unlocking the door you almost choked at the sight. Yoongi was wearing a classic black suit, his brown hair slightly parted. He looked good, like, really fucking good. You had maybe noticed for a bit too long, Seokjin laughing at your gawking expression towards your fake boyfriend. 

‘’You’re gonna have to wait till later to jump his bones, not now.’’ It was a lame joke by Seokjin and normally you would laugh but hearing Seokjin throwing a comment about you having sex with Yoongi, sent a rush to your heat and your cheeks grew hot. Yoongi on the other hand, laughed lightly at Seokjin’s joke, thanking him once again for the suit, all while you were focusing on not to drool over Yoongi in a black suit. Focus Y/N, just focus. 

Seokjin left the room not long after, sending a wink your way which you turned down with a slap to his shoulder making him grin before being out of sight. 

‘’Can’t believe I’m wearing Kim Seokjin’s suit! Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming.’’ You rolled your eyes, pinching him in the arm making Yoongi wince yet smile knowing he was indeed not dreaming. 

‘’You ready to go?’’ He nods in approval and you both step out, walking towards the wedding ceremony. 

It was more crowded, seeming as if over a hundred people were invited, excluding you and Yoongi. To make sure you wouldn’t lose sight of one another, you held onto him firmly, his cheeks turning pink and you figured it was probably because of the heat in the room; although the AC was on full blast. 

‘’You look great Yoongi.’’ You turn, seeing he’s already looking at you. ‘’Thank you. You look beautiful.’’ His eyes roam your body, taking in the sight of you in a beautiful dress. You thank him and that’s when you see it, a tiny little sparkle in the corner of Yoongi’s right eye. You keep looking at it, being too mesmerized by it until you’re interrupted by your cousin, Marco. 

‘’Oh wow.’’ He comments, making you turn quickly and lose sight of Yoongi’s sparkling eyes. 

‘’Marco!’’ You remove yourself from Yoongi’s embrace, hugging Marco tightly knowing you haven’t seen him for over a year; due to him getting married himself and now awaiting a child. 

‘’Wow! You look great!’’ He notices your dress and you smile at the compliment. 

‘’This is Yoongi, my boyfriend.’’ You move aside as Yoongi and Marco share a firm handshake, both smiling gently towards each other. 

‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’s cousin, Marco. But you already knew that.’’ He smirks, knowing you too well. 

‘’I’m gonna have to say it. You two complement each other really well.’’ 

You take a hold of Yoongi’s hand in yours; to play along, ‘’We sure do.’’ You agree, smiling towards Yoongi who’s blushing – wow, he can really act well. 

‘’Seems like the ceremony is about to start, I’ll catch you at the bar later.’’ With a received nod from you, Marco is slowly disappearing between the big crowd in the hotel arena. You and Yoongi find your seats not long after, the violins begin to play and the wedding ceremony is officially in motion. 

Everything was beautiful, the dress Aunt Jennie wore, their vows to each other and mostly the details decorating the arena, mostly white and sage green colors. 

‘’Drink?’’ Yoongi asks beside you, when people are starting to move towards the tables to eat. You nod, taking his hand in yours; liking the warm feeling it gave you against your own palm. At the bar you catch onto the sight of your two favorite uncles, Sam and Philip. They wave excitedly at you and Yoongi is quick to notice your favorite uncles. You embrace them together, them hugging you firmly and Yoongi stands with a small distance, admiring the interaction, seeing you shine brightly by being in the presence of Philip and Sam. 

‘’Who’s this gentleman? He’s cute!’’ Phillip whispers in your ear and you laugh lightly while removing yourself. 

‘’This is Yoongi,’’ you pause, looking at him before continuing, ‘’my boyfriend.’’ Somehow your smile grew at the words and so did Yoongi’s. You were doing much better than expected at this fake dating act, you took a mental note to tell Yoongi later. 

‘’I’ve heard great things about you from Y/N. You guys mean a lot to her.’’ Yoongi tells naturally to Philip and Sam who seem in awe of this information, as well as yourself. Yoongi shakes both of their hands and they seem delighted to stand with him. 

‘’Y/N means a lot to us as well, which means you better not break her heart. If you do…’’ Philip starts off, Yoongi immediately feeling threatened by the change of tone in Philip’s words, but Sam finishes off, ‘’Just don’t.’’ With a pleasant smile, yet bitter to send a threatening warning. It doesn’t surprise you for your uncles to be overprotective. They know how hard it’s been for you in this family, especially your relationship with your mother, who’s always been troubling and difficult to handle on your own. She was your first heartbreak. Which does explain you not being able to date someone seriously, afraid of the hurt if they do decide to leave you. 

Yoongi only chuckles dryly, not knowing what to say, knowing the deal will be off after the wedding. The closer Yoongi has gotten to your family, the worse it gets. He's clicked with all your family members, especially Seokjin and Pamela. So for it to end so suddenly after, sends an unwanted rush and you immediately lose your smile. You’ve become anxious again. How do you break the news to them? Will they be disappointed in you? Will your mother step you down – more than she already has? 

‘’Hey. You okay?’’ Yoongi hands you your drink, noticing the smile from your face fade so quickly. You nod, drinking your drink in one go. Sam and Phillip look worriedly at you, asking you if you were okay once again. 

‘’I’m fine! Seriously, I’m okay.’’ You grunt in annoyance of them asking. You didn’t like bringing attention to yourself – even though they only asked because they care. 

‘’Let’s dance.’’ You don’t think for long, taking Yoongi by the hand leading him to the dance floor. Couples are dancing to the slow song playing in the background, you notice it, it’s one of your favorites, Pluto Projector. The version was slowed, making it soothe under your skin and create a slow ambiance on the dance floor. 

You saw Aunt Jennie and her husband dancing, with admiration in both their eyes, full of love. Your heart fluttered at the sight, although it sank right after, seeing this might never be you. Someone falling in love with you, your true self, it was… hard to believe. It was reality. You were never more than a one night stand, a fuck buddy –  if lucky. You were nothing – except the body you carry. You don’t know where all these thoughts came from, it was probably because of the song and the fact that this lie you brought upon yourself was slowly eating you up by the minute. 

‘’Hey, I know I already asked but are you sure you’re okay?’’ Yoongi was worried, anyone could see that. He saw how empty you suddenly looked, all the fun in you had disappeared and he was now met with someone who wasn’t you. Not the Y/N he’s been spending so much time with, laughing, bickering over stupid pillows. No, this was different. As if you realized a lot of things and it all came crashing down unto you. 

‘’I– I don’t know.’’ You wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck, both of you swaying slowly to the song in the background. 

‘’Tell me.’’ 

‘’I’m sorry.’’ 

Yoongi pulls you closer, noticing the watery sparkles in your eyes. You look away, trying to push back your tears, not wanting attention to gain upon you and especially not from your mother. 

‘’Y/N, why are you sorry?’’ 

‘’For bringing you into this mess. I’m sorry Yoongi.’’ 

‘’Hey, hey it’s not all your fault. I agreed to this remember?’’ Yoongi tries to remind you of when the deal first started. He didn’t only agree because you semi-pressured him. He could see how much you needed help and some part of him just couldn’t help but say yes. 

‘’Y-yeah.’’ You look up now meeting his brown eyes, the sparkle reappearing. It made you want to look forever into Yoongi’s eyes, never seeing yourself grow tired of that beautiful sparkle that filled them. 

As the song continues on playing, Yoongi and you find yourselves moving closer to each other. Noses almost touching and his lips so close to yours. Yoongi leans in a bit closer, your lips slightly brush and that makes you pull away slowly. 

"Thank you for everything. Your acting is really good, I’m surprised."

Yoongi tightly smiles, "It’s- it’s no problem."

Yoongi’s expression made you shiver out of discomfort. He looked hurt and embarrassed. Shouldn’t he feel relieved that you didn’t break one of his rules? He was clear on the no-kissing-rule, so it only surprised you when Yoongi excused himself and left you alone on the dance floor, your heart slowly sinking as he walked out of your view. 

The rest of the evening is a blur.

You see Yoongi maybe once or twice, chatting with Aunt Pamela, her showing pictures of what you guess is Kimchi. Why did it suddenly feel stuffy between you? Whenever he found you staring at him, he turned his eyes elsewhere as if looking at you would cause damage.

You decide to distract yourself from the aching pain in your chest – mostly your heart. Seokjin is a great company for a few hours and so is Sam and Philip. It cheered you up more until they brought in Yoongi’s name, asking where he was. You brush them off, internally wanting to find Yoongi but what could you say? It’s not like he liked you, no, maybe he was just too into playing the role of your boyfriend. It’s a thing right? These things always happen when two people decide to fake date. 

The arena was slowly becoming emptier by the hours passing and Yoongi was still not in sight. You couldn’t help but feel worried. Hurriedly you walked to the hotel room and the room was empty, emptier than before. Yoongi’s suitcase was gone, only a note on the bed was left. 

Sorry, work called. 

It hurt. Yoongi left without saying goodbye, although it seemed as if he already did when he left you stranded on the dance floor after your lips slightly brushed.

Was that why he left?

You took the note, crumbling it into pieces, growing angry at his act. He had no right to just walk away. With no warning, no, nothing. You heard a knock on the door and some part of you hoped deep down it was Yoongi. He probably regrets leaving and now he’s come back to apologize. Oh did you wish that were true, but instead it was Marco. 

‘’Oh, hi Marco.’’ Your greeting must’ve given the wrong signal because you only received a weird and slightly offended reaction from him. 

‘’Were you expecting someone else?’’ Yes. Of course you did. For whatever reason you wished Yoongi was still here, maybe you just got used to having him around. 

‘’No, come on in.’’ Marco didn’t hesitate, walking in sync with you to the bedroom. 

‘’Weren’t you sharing a room with Mr. Min?’’ Marco is trying to joke with you seeing your less happy state than earlier and it does not work. 

‘’Work called, so he left.’’ The words stung leaving your mouth and Marco, knowing you well, noticed.

‘’Fucking asshole.’’ Marco muttered under his breath but truth be told, you were the asshole. You somehow hurt Yoongi and the worst part was you didn’t even know what did it. 

At least you were seeing him again on Monday for the suit design, maybe then you’ll have a decent talk about what happened back on the dance floor and you for sure hoped he would cooperate. 

You were early, for once in your life. The reason behind that being you barely slept.

The morning after Yoongi had left, you were stormed with questions about Yoongi’s whereabouts. It was killing you and on the flight home you ended up puking, your lie breaking you completely.

Amanda didn’t question your worn out state, seeing you were the last one in the mood to speak.

Instead you heard about Amanda’s pleasant weekend which she spent with the cute bartender, who’s actually her boyfriend now. 

‘’And then Hoseok took me out for a romantic picnic.’’ Hearing all the sappy cliché shit Amanda experienced made you happy for her but somehow also wanting to gag out of jealousy. You only kept humming in response and Amanda didn’t stop. 

‘’This might be a big TMI… but he’s really good with his hands. Explains how he’s so good at making drinks.’’ 

‘’Amanda! That was a big TMI!’’ 

‘’What was?’’ You see Yoongi lean onto the doorframe, him wearing an oversized green flannel, a white t-shirt and denim oversized washed jeans. His choice of fashion, of course, has to be killer and kill you in the process. 

‘’Yoongi! Ugh it’s just stupid girl talk about men… I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about it.’’

Amanda is the queen of letting things slide, so it didn’t surprise you when Yoongi didn’t ask further, instead standing with Amanda going over the last details of the suit.

The suit was soon done and Yoongi thanked you both, sending butterflies directly your way.

You couldn’t help but smile but got reminded of the hurt you felt when he left.

He seems surprisingly fine for someone who looked hurt not even two days ago. It bugged you. Not because you wanted Yoongi to feel hurt, it just showed it was all in your head. He was never hurt in the first place. He got clearly uncomfortable about the almost kiss.

You interrupt your thoughts seeing Yoongi left, he left without a warning towards you, only Amanda. Something is still off between you, and you rush to catch him before he leaves for good. 

‘’Yoongs!’’

Fuck, maybe calling him his nickname is a bad timing. But the nickname just slipped out as soon as you saw his figure exciting the building. To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t turn, he continues his route home and you immediately get thrown back to the night he left you after saving you at the club. No, you’re not going to let him leave this time. 

Running in heels is hard, but you sacrifice the aching pain in your feet and run to catch up to Yoongi. Finally grabbing him in the arm making him flinch but finally turning to see you. 

‘’Yoongi.’’ You’re panting right after, holding up a finger to catch your breath, firmly holding onto Yoongi so he doesn’t walk away. He patiently waits for you and when you can form your words you look at him.

‘’You left.’’ 

Yoongi doesn’t respond and you take it as a sign to continue. 

‘’Why, why did you leave?’’ You seem to lose eye contact, looking down onto the sidewalk instead. 

‘’Y/N, you know why.’’ His words shock you, did you really know? You have an idea of what he could be referring to, but still this is Yoongi, you want to be sure. 

‘’I.. I have an idea.’’ You feel small all of a sudden. You don’t want to hurt Yoongi or even worse yourself, and it’s not going as well as you were hoping. 

‘’Then you know why I left.’’ Yoongi is about to walk away again, but you stop him, grabbing onto him yet again. 

‘’Wait… just tell me. Please just tell me why you left.’’ You are still confused, especially since Yoongi is hiding the very obvious fact, which you seem to not know. 

‘’Are you really gonna make me say it?’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s irritated. But you need to know. So, you nod in response, finally gaining enough courage to look at him again. 

‘’I like you Y/N, thought it was pretty obvious when I tried to kiss you.’’ Your mouth can’t help but drop, his words sending a heat wave through your body. Yoongi likes you… Why is that so hard for you to believe? Oh right. You’re incapable of love. Once Yoongi finds out who you truly are he’s going to leave and you can’t let that happen. You wish your words turned into a reciprocation of his own, but the little voice in the back of your head tells you to run. 

‘’I–’’ You choke on your own words and again, the familiar hurt in Yoongi’s eyes return. His lips don’t move, remaining in a straight line. 

‘’That’s why I left Y/N. You clearly don’t feel the same way. I’m such an idiot for thinking you did.’’ He shakes his head and before you can stop him, he turns and leaves, just like he did back at the wedding. 

You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. 

Since the suit got delivered to Yoongi there wasn’t any contact between you.

A day didn’t pass where you didn’t mentally slap yourself for not admitting your feelings to him. Of course you like him. Yoongi is such a kind soul and so beautiful; how could someone not fall for him? You try to distract yourself by going clubbing with Amanda, and of course it’s the club where you first met Yoongi – or well Hoseok’s workplace.

You feel uneasy, sitting so close to the stools where Yoongi and you sat not long ago. His rings on full display and you couldn’t help but gawk at them. The way he called you ‘my girl’ gave you instant butterflies and you tried your best to keep your cool. You smile, while thinking back to it and Amanda is too busy to notice, by admiring her boyfriend shaking the cups together.

You want to work on yourself, work on this ideal image you have of love and find your worth. Some part of you knew that your worth had been ruined by your mother’s words for as long as you remember. Even Amanda knew how much your mother had an impact on the way you see yourself. 

‘’Y/N?’’ You look up seeing Amanda with a concerned expression. Hoseok was nowhere to be seen – probably taking orders from the corner of the bar. 

‘’You don’t look okay.’’ Amanda could read you like a book.You are far from okay and she can see it. You don’t really feel like telling her this instant of what’s been going on, instead you tell her you’re tired since your last project and you just need to rest. Amanda is quick to let you go, also because she is very busy with her handsome boyfriend. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get home, the club is placed pretty close to your apartment. Sitting in your apartment in complete silence doesn’t help the hurt you’re going through. In all honesty you were just scared. Growing up love and affection wasn’t shown as much as you’d wished. It later affected your love life, finding random hookups on apps to just feel something, anything.

At some point you accepted that this was your fate. Your fate was that you’ll never get chosen, you’ll be the person on the sideline helping people realize they’re in love with someone else. You were like the second female lead in every k-drama you’d watched. You wanted to feel love, actual decent love but again, is someone even capable of liking you, loving you? Your mother pushed you too much, to the point where love seemed unrealistic. Like an image popping up in your brain but quickly fading into something else.

That’s how you perceive love and it’ll remain as a scar on your body. You never felt butterflies, or a rush sent directly to your cheeks until… until you met him. Min Yoongi.

It was so unexpected. Suddenly you were pulled together and it remained like this, almost as if your souls were connected since you pointed at him randomly to a stranger. Weird.

You never saw that in a romantic comedy, normally the first encounters of the two strangers are so cliché. Yours and Yoongi feel that way too but you’re not mad about it. On the other hand you find yourself smiling a bit, reminiscing back to when you and Yoongi had an accidental pillow fight or when you and Aunt Bridget caught him naked and her comment about his… Oh god.

Fuck, how could your small internal voice mess up something that was so good? Every part of you wanted Yoongi, you know that, you knew that since he was the first you caught onto in a full crowded club.

When the three words left his lips you felt dizzy, your head couldn’t comprehend that someone and especially someone you wanted deep down to like you, did. It hurt, it hurt so badly that your heart wasn’t even beating as much. You felt empty, guilty and overall hopeless.

You fucked up for good. Yoongi will never just as much look at you again, now you are gaining butterflies thinking back to the sparkle that kept reappearing in his eyes. The sparkle you found yourself growing so fond of. You’ll never see it again.

The night ends with you falling asleep, fully dressed on your couch, too tired to get up and do something about your appearance. 

Yoongi’s exhibition was nearing, you wish you could go but it would be wrong to ruin his day by showing up, reminding him of the hurt you caused by simply not responding to his confession. He doesn’t need that. 

You’ve been stuck in your apartment since you went out clubbing with Amanda, your phone kept blowing up with texts from her, her clearly being worried over you calling sick for work. You love to work and now you suddenly don’t. You’re so consumed into reflecting that working is the last thing you can do.

But, the cons of staying home for so long is running out of food very quickly. Well, the local supermarket is not far away and it’s almost night. You don’t bother changing into something more presentable, instead keeping your oversized not-at-all stained t-shirt and sweats. With headphones on, you walk out after writing a small list of items you’re missing. 

The supermarket is almost stranded, it looks like every supermarket in zombie films or the world has ended and one person survived, in this case you. The man at the cashier looks tired and he’s almost falling asleep on his palm. Poor guy, you can’t help but think, so for his sake you decide to be quick. You’re strolling through each aisle, picking one or two items calmly with your headphones on, playing your favorite songs on shuffle. 

You look down on your list, seeing you’re missing vegetables and fruit, so you walk towards the greens. The first fruit that catches your eye is avocado. Huh. That’s really funny universe, you can stop the ‘you need to be reminded of him constantly’ bullshit. You look up giving direct contact to the ceiling and inwardly scolding the universe for this sappy bullshit. Enough is enough. Oh how did you speak too soon…

You see him, Yoongi, checking if the eggs are cracked further away from you. You're surprised that you find yourself at the same place and time as Yoongi, once again. Only this time, he’s not a so-called stranger anymore.

But seeing him from a distance, it feels as if you two never knew each other and that stings a bit but what really cracks for you is the woman coming up to him with a cart.

You don’t really catch on to their conversation but Yoongi seems more relaxed than last time you saw him. His smile, for once, is visible. His gummy smile, you gulp at the sight and you remember how you can’t let him see you, not in this state and especially not when he’s with his new girlfriend!

You’re quick to grab the missing vegetables on the list and the almost sleepy man is quicker than you expected. You keep looking back, praying Yoongi and his girlfriend aren’t done with the groceries yet. To your luck they aren’t and you leave with no trouble.

The only trouble that accumulates are your feelings. You’ve officially lost him. There was no hope for the both of you and it was your fault. You were so scared to the point you pushed the one good thing you had in your life and now he’s found someone. Someone who likes him for him and he likes her for her, good for him. He deserves this. 

You smile, yet tears stain your cheeks as you unpack the groceries. You’re fine Y/N, it’ll pass, these things always happen to people like us, it’s okay. You keep reassuring yourself until you're wrapped under your warm duvet, your eyes resting. 

It’s today. Yoongi is having his exhibition and you just want to distract yourself from that. Knowing how he already looks in a suit, you imagine him in the suit you personally designed for him, his girlfriend will be pleased with that sight.

It’s weird how bitter you feel when the thought of ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ pops up. Amanda is quick to catch unto your weird behavior, she knew it all started since you came back from the wedding, what the fuck happened? Of course Amanda can’t help but think your mother got to your head again and this time you really took her words to heart. This explains Amanda inviting you over to her place for some wine, or her way of saying ‘you need to speak up or I will.’ 

Which is why you’re currently at Amanda’s apartment, sitting comfortably on her white couch while she pours two glasses. 

‘’How are you and Hoseok?’’ You’re curious as well, Amanda babbles non stop about him but it distracts you from your pain, knowing a person you care for is happy. 

‘’We’re doing well. He really makes me happy.’’ 

‘’You deserve it. I’m happy for you.’’ Amanda smiles as she sits next to you, handing a glass to you. 

‘’Y/N, I need you to speak up.’’ She looks extremely worried and at this point you feel bad. You hid this huge secret from a loyal and beautiful friend who’s been there for you ever since you two became colleagues. 

‘’Okay, but I just want to start off by saying I had a reason for not telling you any sooner, okay?’’ She nods, sipping casually on her wine and you let out a deep breath starting from the beginning. Talking about how it all started caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, the images flashing in your brain over every small moment you shared with Yoongi the week before the wedding. Amanda giggles when you tell her about the PowerPoint you specifically made for Yoongi. 

‘’That is such a you thing to do!’’ 

She’s right, it’s always been in you to make silly PowerPoints who turn out super helpful. Hearing Amanda saying it’s a you thing made you slowly begin to realize that you’ve truly been yourself around Yoongi. Before you can reflect further, you continue telling what happened, from the plane scene and you making rules to finding out there was only bed for you two to share. 

‘’Y/N, I’m gonna have to stop you for a moment. You’re telling me you’ve experienced the ‘there’s only bed’ trope? What are you, living in some sort of romance novel?’’ It only makes you laugh, because it’s indeed silly how you and Yoongi experienced such a cliché thing on the trip and Amanda really made you realize that. 

‘’He was so scared, like to the point he made a pillow barrier between us.’’ 

‘’What? You’re kidding!’’ She throws her head back laughing and it becomes uncontrollable when you tell her the pillow ripped in two. 

‘’You guys had a lot of fun.’’ You nod in agreement. You really did have fun, the both of you. 

She encourages you to continue and you explain the rehearsal dinner and your mother’s behavior, but that Yoongi was comforting you in the best way so it didn’t affect you as much. Amanda smiles kindly when you go in depth of how well Yoongi communicated with your family members and especially Aunt Pamela. 

‘’Amanda you should’ve seen it, never in my life have I seen Pamela talk as much!’’ Your eyes light up, you becoming overly joyful at the interaction between them. It really made your heart flutter. 

‘’Oh and then, Aunt Bridget and I, we, um, caught… Yoongi naked.’’ Amanda ends up choking on her wine, her eyes becoming more visible. 

‘’W-what!?’’ She’s in shock. Your lips move to a straight line not knowing what to say. 

‘’Was he…’’ She quirks her eyebrows and you stop her before she can continue.

‘’Amanda!’’ She only snorts in return and you continue afterwards, reaching to the not-so-good part of the adventure. It’s hard to formulate that intimate moment you shared on the dance floor but once it’s out you have Amanda almost screaming in front of you.

‘’You almost kissed?! And you fucking pulled away?! What the fuck!!!’’ You stare at her blankly, didn’t really peg her for the shipper kind of person but she seemed way too invested in this. 

‘’I– I was scared, okay? Remember we set rules and one of them was no kissing!’’ You argue your way out of your scaredy cat moment but Amanda only rolls her eyes at your stupid comeback. 

‘’You’re ridiculous Y/N, clearly that moment was real between you. No fake dating, just you and Yoongi.’’ You lose all your words, aware of Amanda’s reason. She was absolutely right. Yoongi wouldn’t have tried to kiss you if it weren’t real. 

‘’You’re right.’’ You let your head fall backwards, letting out a long awaited sigh. ‘’Amanda, that day in the office? When the suit was done?’’ You turn to look at her and her face screams like a puzzle, not knowing where you’re going with this.

‘’What about it?’’

‘’He told me he likes me.’’ Your heartbeat increases with your words. He likes you, or well, liked past tense. 

‘’What the fuck are you doing here then? Go after him!’’ Amanda encourages you and you wish deeply it was that easy. 

‘’Amanda… it’s not that easy.’’ Amanda again looks like a lost puppy and you continue to fill her confused mind. ‘’I saw him with someone two days ago, a woman.’’ 

Amanda grunts in annoyance and you only hum in response, knowing it’s too late. 

‘’Are you sure they’re dating?’’ 

‘’I mean, he was smiling a lot.’’ 

‘’You’re telling me that just because Yoongi smiled, that they’re dating? Y/N you sound ridiculous!’’ 

‘’Well, they- they might?’’ You’re careful with your words, cause you sure as hell sound dumb right now and the look of Amanda proves it. 

‘’Y/N, you can never be sure, seriously if I were you I’d run to the exhibition right now and confess. Please, everyone can tell you like Yoongi just stop being an idiot and go!’’ Amanda’s encouragement definitely helps you. You nod, grabbing all your things and rushing out towards the exhibition. You look at the time and see that Yoongi is about to start his exhibition, shit you can’t miss it. Taking an Uber will certainly get you late although your legs might save you. So you run, run as fast as your body can, with only one thing on your mind, Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the unexpected stranger and fake boyfriend who makes you smile, gain butterflies and is a king at annoying you. 

Running to the exhibition feels like hours on end, but when you finally arrive and see Yoongi standing next to a painting, covered with a white sheet, the pain in your feet was all worth it. Yoongi looks amazing, mesmerizing even. His brown hair is pushed back and he’s wearing… glasses. You don’t even know how long you’re standing outside the art gallery before stepping in, because Yoongi’s presence so near you, made your heart almost full even though you haven’t confessed to him yet. 

You finally enter the art gallery and sneak behind the very full crowd, standing in a half circle around Yoongi. He doesn’t notice you, which is why you hide yourself behind two tall men in the first place. It’s his night and you don’t want to ruin it. 

‘’Thank you so much for attending my ever first exhibition!’’ Yoongi exclaims and people around him start clapping and cheering him on, his gummy smile on full display. You can’t help but feel proud of him, so many people are here to see his work, his art. 

‘’I’d personally also like to thank Kim Namjoon, for being the first to ever set eye on my art and making this exhibition possible.’’ Everyone turns and Namjoon bows with a smile, while people cheer – you included. 

‘’The painting I’m about to show you is called Fake Love. It’s a very personal piece and I’m very excited for you to see it!’’ With that, Yoongi pulls on the white sheet and the painting is now on full display. People are quick to cheer and nod in awe of Yoongi’s art. 

Everyone starts to part ways and explore his other paintings, set out around the art gallery. He greets a few of them as they pass and compliment his work. You see Seokjin praising Yoongi for his art with a pat on the back. Yoongi is blushing and is probably not believing his favorite actor is commenting on his work. 

It takes a lot of courage for you to step closer to Yoongi. Seokjin just left to look around further and now was the perfect opportunity to confess. 

‘’Hi.’’ You stand a few meters away to keep a fair distance. Yoongi sets eyes on you and his mouth drops.

‘’Y-Y/N… What are you doing here?’’ He seems nervous all of a sudden, so you decide to smile to ease the intense atmosphere around you. 

‘’I couldn’t miss it.’’ You reason and Yoongi seems relieved by your answer but also a bit disappointed. He looks away, his brown eyes now looking at the hardwood floor. 

‘’That’s not the only reason I came.’’ That surely catches Yoongi’s attention and you’re met with hopeful eyes. 

‘’It’s not?’’ You shake your head no before continuing.

‘’I came to tell you that, I like you Min Yoongi.’’ 

‘’But you… At Fashlance..’’ Yoongi is mumbling all sorts of commission, not believing you like him too. 

‘’I was scared, a part of me still is but I’m willing to go all in.’’ You move a bit closer, him not moving an inch in response. 

‘’Scared?’’ 

‘’I… well I always thought I was incapable of love so that’s why it seemed unbelievable that you liked me too. I fleeted to avoid the hurt.’’ This time Yoongi steps closer to you, his thumb pressing onto your cheek, saving your tear from falling further. You didn’t even notice you were crying. 

‘’Hey, I like you for you and I’m scared too! Dating is so fucking scary, trust me! But it’s worth it, if it means I get to experience it with you.’’ The sparkle you so dearly missed is back in Yoongi’s eyes and you smile at the sight. 

‘’I would love that.’’ Yoongi is pulling further in and as your lips brush against each other, you pull away. 

‘’Is this a weird timing to ask if you’re seeing someone?’’ Yoongi looks at you dumbfounded and you mentally scold yourself for ruining such a perfect moment. 

‘’I saw you with someone… at the supermarket.’’ 

‘’Oh, you mean my sister?’’ You really are dumb. Instead you both laugh it off, Yoongi’s hands each resting on your cheeks. ‘’Can I kiss you now?’’ You nod and his lips land on yours. They feel soft and plumb against your own. Yoongi’s smile is prominent as his lips as they rest on yours. The kiss is tender and you finally feel whole. You both move in sync before pulling away. His forehead is resting against yours and you’re met with his smile that causes butterflies. 

‘’Finally!’’ 

You see Seokjin clapping cheerfully. Did he just see you and Yoongi kiss? Your cheeks grow hot out of embarrassment and you hide in Yoongi’s chest. 

‘’Oh, Y/N, calm down I didn’t see everything.’’ Seokjin throws in, knowing you always try to hide when you grow embarrassed. Yoongi’s chest vibrates as he laughs at your silly act. 

‘’I told him everything, he knows.’’ That makes you shoot your head up quickly, Seokjin waving jazz hands at you. You stare at him blankly not knowing what’s more embarrassing, him knowing you made Yoongi your fake boyfriend or the fact he saw the two of you kiss. 

‘’I mean, your acting was so great you two fell for each other!’’ Seokjin jokes and you all three giggle at it. The ambiance is much more comfortable and even lighter than before. 

‘’Yoongi, I think there’s something you need to tell Ms. Y/N.’’ With a smirk Seokjin leaves you standing next to his painting.

‘’I.. um, made this.’’ He points to the ‘Fake Love’ painting and seeing it up close makes you realize how talented Yoongi really is as an artist. The coats of painting melting all together creating a unique image. 

‘’When I left, I was hurt and to cope with it, I painted this.’’ The title immediately makes sense to you, he was referring to the fake dating and the hurt you caused him. You can’t help but tear up as the guilt eats you but Yoongi is quick to reassure you.

‘’Hey, I’m okay now. I’m glad you came and told me, really.’’ A small peck is given by him and you smile softly. 

Yoongi and you walk through his exhibition, Yoongi explains the meaning behind his paintings with love and admiration and you notice the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at his art. 

‘’I’ve noticed something.’’ He turns looking at you, the sparkle as bright as ever.

‘’You have this sparkle in your eyes, it’s beautiful.’’ You move closer, looking at it and Yoongi smiles with care.

‘’It appears when I look at something I admire.’’ He reasons and your cheeks grow hot, knowing it appears when he looks at you.

‘’That means you…’’ You bite back a smile, not knowing how to take in such words from him. You were overly giddy and you couldn’t believe Yoongi was finally yours. 

‘’I admire you Y/N. I have from the very beginning.’’ You don’t answer, instead you let your lips touch once more. Somehow the kiss turns heated and Yoongi nibbles on your bottom lip with his tongue. You can feel yourself growing hot over having Yoongi so close to you but again, you were at an exhibition. His to be exact. 

‘’Mmm– we’re in public.’’ You whisper as you pull back and Yoongi looks around, noticing some guests have already left. 

‘’I know, I know…’’ He leans in again, capturing your lips with his and you laugh but punch him lightly in the shoulder, making him pull away in an instant. 

‘’Min Yoongi! I am serious!’’ 

‘’Okay, just, wait here.’’ You’re confused when he leaves you mid in front of one of his paintings. You instead take the time to really admire his work, noticing the very small details and before you know it, Yoongi is back with a smirk on his face. 

‘’Everyone left.’’ He gets all giddy and you notice the now very empty art gallery. 

‘’Oh.’’ You're at a loss for words, the smirk on Yoongi’s face not disappearing, instead he leads you back to the Fake Love painting. 

‘’What now?’’ The lights have dimmed and you notice that Stigma is closed. You expect Yoongi to grab his things so you both can leave and celebrate him somewhere else, but that’s not exactly what he has in mind. 

‘’I want you to keep looking at the painting.’’ Your brows grow closer but obeying either way. Yoongi moves behind you, his arms wrapping around your figure and his chin resting on your shoulder. The warmth of Yoongi’s body so close to yours makes all your fears and insecurities vanish slowly the longer he holds onto you. His intentions clear as a blue sky that he’ll never let you go. 

‘’This feels nice.’’ Your hands rest on his, noticing his rings and fiddling with them. 

He hums in agreement and you turn your head a bit noticing the blush and yet again smirk on Yoongi’s face. He’s up to something and you suddenly grow nervous. 

‘’Keep looking.’’ You keep your eyes settled on the painting. Yoongi’s hand moves towards the waistband of your jeans, you’re quick to notice turning your head down. 

‘’Y/N. What did I tell you?’’ 

‘’But what are you–’’

‘’Just trust me. Keep looking at it.’’ Your head moves slowly up, eyes fixated on the painting once again. Yoongi lifts your shirt a bit, his cold fingers tracing small circles onto your stomach. You bite your lip, trying your best to remain focused on his art rather than his hand going further down and reaching your zipper. You swallow the forming clump in your throat, not believing Yoongi is touching you so sensually at an art gallery. But somehow, you don’t stop him, letting your body and mind trust him completely.

‘’Tell me what you see.’’ He whispers, his lips trailing on your ear, biting your earlobe softly. You inhale deeply, ‘’I see a heart, it’s almost fading, as if it’s transparent.’’ With that your zipper goes undone and Yoongi’s hand caresses your underwear. To make it even worse for you, his lips leave trails of kisses along your exposed neck, you can’t help but tilt your head out of reflex making him lightly chuckle. 

‘’Continue, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?’’ Yoongi’s tone immediately sends a rush in your body and you obey. ‘’There’s a shadow, it looks like a couple. They’re dancing in the middle of–’’ Your voice gets startled by Yoongi dragging his finger across your folds, his lips never leaving your neck. 

‘’Yoongs–’’ You try your best to keep your eyes on the painting but the contact of Yoongi’s slick fingers on your wet cunt, doesn’t help you to remain ‘focused’. 

‘’Mmm.’’ Yoongi keeps teasing you, his fingers only tracing against your wet folds, as if they didn’t dare enter. You were guessing you had to keep describing the painting for him to continue pleasuring you, using only his fingers. The fingers you’ve found yourself thirsting over since the beginning. ‘’They’re dancing, just like we did at the wedding.’’ Yoongi hums in response as if you’re correct and when you really catch on that he painted the both of you while his heart was hurting? You realize how true Yoongi’s feelings are towards you. It was never fake and surely his fingers caressing you are very real. So fucking real.

‘’You’re doing so well Y/N.’’ As his breath lands hot on the nape of your neck, his middle finger slides in with ease, filling you up nicely. Your mouth agape, a moan daring to leave your mouth but you swallow it with pride, trying your best to continue. 

‘’I like, I like what you did with the strokes of the brush.’’ 

‘’Thank you. Want me to show you how I did it?’’ You nod hesitantly, scared your focus will disappear in an instant as soon as he will show you just how he did it. 

‘’First I lightly stroked the brush against the canvas.’’ His finger goes back to stroking on your wet folds, now in a delicate gentle way, a muffled moan escaping you, your eyes about to close to fully enjoy the pleasure his fingers are giving you. 

‘’Then I dragged it all around, covering the whole canvas in paint.’’ Two fingers insert themselves and your head leans back, the stretch making you lose all focus of the art in front of you. The cold metal from his rings makes contact with your heat, which sends an unexpected shiver. Yoongi’s pace is slow but hypnotic. Your brain is all blurred yet your eyes capture all that he’s doing to you at this moment. He’s too focused to notice how you’ve leaned on him, not setting your eyes on what’s in front of you. 

‘’Fuck–’’ Followed by a moan from you, angelic, Yoongi would call it. His fingers are causing you so much pleasure and he can’t believe how well you’re taking them. Letting him do whatever he pleases. 

‘’Y/N,’’ with his other hand, he grabs the nape of your neck, pushing it upwards to face it, ‘’keep looking at it. Don’t ever stop looking at it.’’ You breathlessly respond with a low okay, his fingers never slowing down. His palm rubs itself onto your clit adding friction making you whimper, knowing if he keeps this up you’ll come undone over his fingers and coat him with your arousal. 

‘’Fuck Y/N, hear how wet you are.’’ The room goes quiet, the only noise filling it is Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of you, hearing clearly how wet you are and the sounds following right after. 

‘’Mmm–’’ The familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach and you clung onto Yoongi’s moving arm, warning him that if he indeed continues you won’t be able to hold back. 

‘’I want you to. Please, fuck, come all over them.’’ His pace continues, the friction on your clit building up your orgasm wanting to unleash. Your eyes almost go blurry, a whimper escaping your lips as you finally coat Yoongi’s awaiting fingers with every drop of your arousal. He lets them rest inside of you, pleased by how warm you feel. 

‘’You did so well.’’ You receive a small kiss to the temple by Yoongi and he removes his fingers guiding them towards his mouth and savoring up your coated arousal. 

You’re speechless over how much Yoongi is loving every single drop of you. You’re still trying to comprehend how you let Yoongi finger fuck you in the middle of Kim Namjoon’s art gallery. 

‘’Now, I’m gonna take you home.’’ His gummy smile reappears and you are astounded by the duality of Min Yoongi. As if everything he just said now was a completely different person, the Yoongi you remember is a soft soul and that was not Yoongi. 

‘’O-okay.’’ He grabs your hand and you both finally walk out of Stigma. 

The ride home is pleasant, exchanged with ongoing conversations from what you both missed out on. ‘’I can’t believe you thought my sister was my girlfriend.’’ You grow embarrassed, remembering how you were so scared you’d look like a fool if they caught you in that state at the local supermarket. ‘’Don’t remind me!’’ You pout, crossing your arms trying your best to act offended. Yoongi only admires your attempt, caressing your cheek with his hand. ‘’You’re so cute.’’ 

Yoongi’s apartment is bigger than you expected. It’s a clean space and art pieces hanging on the white walls in the hallway. There’s a certain comfort to his apartment and you already feel much at home – also because you’re in the company of Yoongi. He leads you to his room after you’ve taken your coat off. As he takes the suit off, you notice the outline of his back muscles as he places it in his closet. You know that everything between you is good now, but then again, you want to show just how sorry you are for not speaking up sooner to Yoongi. 

‘’Yoongs?’’ You call out shyly, scared of how he’ll react to what you’re about to do. He turns, being met with your hands landing unto his chest, rubbing it softly. He blushes from your touches and how your palm feels hot against his skin, even though the fabric of the shirt stands in between. 

‘’Can I show you?’’  You start out by asking, taking in his expressions to your words. 

‘’Show me?’’ He repeats your words, indicating he’s uncertain of where this is leading. 

‘’Yes, let me show you just how sorry I am.’’ Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to respond because you drop down to your knees, looking up to make sure he’s approving of this. 

‘’Fuck Y/N–’’ You smile at his instant reaction at your sudden act. You couldn’t stop thinking about making him feel so good after you saw the painting on full display at the art gallery. Now you’ve finally got him above you, waiting for your mouth to give him an unforgivable pleasure. You’re in such a hurry, not wanting to slow down in the process of removing his clothes. You’ve waited all afternoon to finally feel him in your mouth and get a taste of him. But the zipper becomes your worst enemy, staying put not daring to get pulled. ‘’Hey, Y/N, it’s okay.’’ Yoongi reassures you, seeing your clear struggle with his zipper. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve been waiting all afternoon.’’ You let out your struggles and when it finally comes undone you’re surprised to see Yoongi’s already hardened cock. 

‘’How’d you get hard so fast?’’ You look up, cupping his cock in your palm through the fabric and he hisses from the contact before giving you a response, ‘’The way you just couldn’t wait to get me in your mouth.’’ 

‘’I really can’t.’’

You pull his underwear down, being met with his cock, a sight that’s not unfamiliar. Only this time it’s on purpose for you to see him.

You spit on your palm, dragging it over his cock, now glistening in your spit before you guide it towards your mouth. Yoongi’s hands are gently holding your hair, forming a messy bun so it doesn’t get in the way.

He lets you explore his cock, your tongue running flatly from his base till his tip, coating him with more of your spit. You look up to see Yoongi already looking down at you, a half smirk on his face as his mouth is slightly agape from the pleasure which your tongue caused him.

You notice the pre-cum on his tip, smearing it on your lips, finally taking the tip into your mouth. Yoongi moans, not believing how you are so willing to make him feel good. He can’t stop looking at you taking him almost all the way, using your hand for what you can’t reach.

You try your best for him, inviting him all the way in and hollowing your cheeks as you suck him nicely, your lips running on the veins of his cock. 

‘’Ah– you look so fucking pretty.’’ You look up at him, his eyes still looking at every movement. Your mouth moves back to his tip, your tongue circling around it making Yoongi grab tightly onto your hair. Moving your hand towards his balls, gently playing with them. Yoongi loses all his words, the pleasure completely overcoming him and as his orgasm builds up his mind starts seeing you sprawled all over the bed, your heat desperately wanting him to fill you up. You’re still sucking Yoongi, wanting him to finish in your mouth but Yoongi abruptly stops you. 

‘’I’m begging you Y/N, please let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.’’ You slowly take him out of your mouth, some spit slides down to your chin but you look up to see Yoongi’s cheeks crimson red and the roots of his hair somewhat wet. He looks so beautiful and you stand to meet him eye to eye again. 

‘’Take me. I’m all yours.’’ He smiles shyly, cupping your face and kissing you with all that he’ve got. His lips mold gently against your own and you grow dizzy from his kisses. You follow his lead, letting him guide you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours. 

‘��Be good for me and lay down.’’ You lay mildly, wanting to be good for Yoongi. He bites his lip seeing you obey so quickly. You look so mesmerizing and he’s so captured by you, the sparkle never disappearing once when he really looks at you. His hands are touching every part of you, admiring every single reaction that you give off by simply him touching you, caressing your warm skin as he takes off your clothes. He doesn’t remove another piece of clothing before giving you a small kiss on the body part that gets exposed. 

‘’This?’’ He places a kiss to your collarbone, ‘’all mine.’’ He moves down towards your breasts, ‘’these?’’ his lips latch onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around one at the time making you whimper out of disbelief over how good his tongue feels. ‘’All mine.’’ Your cheeks grow hot over how much he reassures you that you’re all his. No one else's. Just his. 

His mouth runs further down, almost reaching your heat until he looks up, seeing you so worn out with a smile and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. ‘’And lastly,’’ he places a kiss to your clit, making you gasp from the contact, ‘’your pussy, all mine.’’ He comes back up, caressing your hair with a smile on his face. ‘’Say it, say it’s all mine.’’ He whispers his words to you and you’re growing more hot by the minute, your arousal almost dripping down your thighs at Yoongi’s words. 

‘’It’s yours. All of it, yours.’’ Your fingers run through his hair, making him groan in satisfaction of feeling your fingers, touching him so sensually. 

Yoongi looks down, pumping his dick once or twice and looks back up to make sure you’re okay. You nod, spreading your legs wider for him. He presses his forehead against yours, the tip of his cock smearing itself in your arousal before pushing in with ease. As his cock finally buries itself in you, you both gasp in tact from the contact. He stretches you out so good you feel as if you’ll come again. He stays nestled in you, biting back a moan of how good you’re taking him, your walls squeezing nicely around him. You latch your lips onto his lips, peppering him with small kisses. Yoongi finally gains courage to move his hips, grinding deeper into you, retrieving and continuing on, creating an effective pace that sends your mind completely off this planet. Your eyes begin to close, fully letting go of your thoughts and focusing on the satisfaction Yoongi is giving you. 

‘’Y/N, look down.’’ Your eyes re-open, looking down, seeing Yoongi’s cock disappearing into your body. The sight itself makes you moan softly, your hand landing on Yoongi’s forearm, pressing as he picks up a quicker pace, hitting your g-spot in the process. 

‘’Shit!’’ Your grip tightens and Yoongi doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, small pants escaping his mouth. Yoongi swears for a minute he saw stars as he felt you convulse around his cock, signaling you were indeed already close. 

‘’Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this. Me being inside of you, being the reason behind your moans, ah fuck!’’ Your nails dig into his back, the overstimulation soon takes you over and your skin burns at Yoongi’s words. He’s dreamt of fucking you, of feeling you, showing you just how much he wants you. 

‘’You feel so fucking good Yoongs– mmm.’’ Your praise causes Yoongi to curse against your lips. His hair turns more wet as well as your bodies are almost burning hot against each other. Your breath hitches as your orgasm reaches, begging to be freed. Yoongi notices the way you’ve tightened around him, your body about to let go of the awaiting orgasm. ‘’Let go for me baby.’’ You pull Yoongi’s lips down to yours, kissing him tenderly as you climax. 

‘’That’s my girl.’’ He continues, himself about to reach his high and your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him much closer. ‘’Give me all of it, Yoongi.’’ You’re begging to get your walls painted by his cum. He tightens his grip on your hip, thrusting until his hips start to stutter and with a last stroke, he does as you asked, painting your walls nicely with his cum. 

‘’Wow.’’ You both grin afterwards not believing what just happened, being too caught in the act itself. ‘’Let’s shower, hmm?’’ You follow him to the bathroom, both of you now standing under the shower head, getting yourselves wet with the warm water landing on your skins. 

Yoongi takes his shampoo, pressing the almost finished bottle and grabbing your head, applying the shampoo in your hair. His fingers caress your scalp and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. ‘’Thank you.’’ 

You might’ve thanked Yoongi too fast because he fills his mouth up with the warm water, spitting it on your face. You shriek out of response, pushing him away, completely disgusted by his behavior. ‘’What the fuck!’’ 

‘’What? I thought you were into that stuff?’’ He’s clearly joking with you and you only roll your eyes in response, washing your hair out yourself. So much for having a romantic moment after sex… 

3 months later

‘’Relax, it’s just a barbecue with your family. You’ll be fine.’’

You look from outside the window of Yoongi’s car, your legs trembling over Marco’s sudden invitation to a barbecue. It was going to be the first family reunion with Min Yoongi as your actual boyfriend. Scary.

You push through your fears, following Yoongi to the front door, your hand intertwined with his.

So far your relationship with Yoongi has been a never ending ride of feeling happy and loved.

Yoongi has visited your office multiple times with Namjoon, all of you grabbing lunch with Amanda and Hoseok as well.

That’s where you finally introduced him as your boyfriend, for real this time.

Not long after, Yoongi got invited on the set of Seokjin’s newest drama and Yoongi was a replication of a child at an amusement park for the very first time. 

‘’You came!’’ Marco cheerfully exclaimed as he opened the door, his other arm occupied by your niece, Sierra. You come up to her, giving her a peck on the forehead. ‘’Hi Marco.’’ You carefully hug him to not squish his daughter in between you. 

Yoongi walks by right after you, giving the mainstream bro hug. You finally get to the outside garden, everyone already gathered. You were only late because you were scared of seeing your mother after you haven’t talked to her since the wedding. Yoongi reminded you that just because she was your mother, does not mean she has a right to stay in your life if she’s affecting you this badly. You’ve grown up, basically without her, you can do that again. Which explains no contact since you started dating Yoongi. He was your family, along with Philip and Sam, Uncle Seokjin, Marco, Aunt Pamela and Amanda. They were your family. They made you feel so good about yourself, making you see every good quality of yourself. Those are the people you want in your life. Although, today you’re gonna have to face her. 

It’s funny, she expects you to talk and greet her but instead you walk straight to Marco’s wife, greeting her kindly and going around, Yoongi holding onto your pinky from behind, smiling at everyone. 

‘’Y/N.’’ Your mother calls and Yoongi sees you flinch, rubbing your hand for comfort to show you that no matter what happens, he’s here and many others are as well. 

You stand in front of her, holding onto your strong words. 

‘’Mom, listen, I–’’ 

‘’You haven’t contacted me since the wedding!’’ 

‘’Please, just listen to me for once.’’ Your tone makes her halt, shutting her mouth in surprise letting you speak freely, for once in your life. ‘’I am so tired of not being heard, I am your daughter. If you want to have me in your life, you’re gonna have to work on how to properly be there for me.’’ You look behind you, Yoongi nodding his head in approval of your words, being proud out of his mind. You finally stood against your mother and already, you feel so much better. 

Your mother lets out a puff, not answering which you don’t mind. You got to say what you needed to and can now enjoy the rest of the evening with none other than your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. 

‘’Oh! Y/N, you look happy.’’ Aunt Bridget comments, spotting the big smile easily. 

‘’I am very happy, indeed.’’ You look up to meet Yoongi’s eyes, the sparkle reminding you of the love he has for you. 

‘’I bet you are darling!’’ Aunt Bridget smirks, meaning something completely off-putting. 

You and Yoongi catch on, laughing in sync over Aunt Bridget’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. 

‘’Good one.’’ You wink at her, Yoongi and you continue to mingle, not a single worry in sight.

You were finally at peace with yourself.

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✨jungkook recs recs vol. VI✨(the spicy version)

compilation of some of my fav jungkook smut fics (vol. VI)!!! enjoy!!!

🌷͙gunplay by @borathae

🌷the alpha omega series by @borathae

🌷office hours by @borathae

🌷͙craddle robbers by @wintrbears

🌷hurts so good by @jjkeverlast

🌷strictly bussiness by @adonis-koo

🌷a thousand reasons why by @taegularities

🌷hit pause by @jiminsafairy

🌷hit record by @jiminsafairy

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✨the smuttiest smut vol.III✨

this are (my) crown jewels (in smut terms) vol III !

✨seokjin✨

🌷love me and leave me (seokjin x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷fixate Inc. (seokjin x reader) by @untaemedqueen

✨yoongi✨

🌷dirty (yoongi x reader) by @dawnagustd

🌷riding with style (yoongi x reader) by @jiminsafairy

✨hoseok✨

🌷NDA (hoseok x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷stick shift (hoseok x reader) by @mrsvante

✨namjoon✨

🌷sunset (namjoon x reader) by @4joonkookie

🌷juicy (namjoon x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷bad guy (namjoon x reader) by @joonberriess

✨jimin✨

🌷cockwarming with jimin (jimin x reader) by @here2bbtstrash

🌷all I need (jimin x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷safer in your arms (jimin x reader) by @jiminsafairy

✨taehyung✨

🌷free use (taehyung x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷insomnia (taehyung x reader) by @hobiwonder

🌷a little help from my friend (taehyung x reader and a bit of jungkook x reader) by @ldolbybts

🌷shebon (taehyung x reader) by @httpjeon

✨jungkook✨

🌷first class (jungkook x reader) by @girlygguk

🌷magic stick (jungkook x reader) by @badbtssmut

🌷just this once (jungkook x reader) by @ggukivrse

🌷͙gunplay (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

🌷hit pause (jungkook x reader) by @jiminsafairy

🌷closer to you (jungkook x reader) by @agustdtown1

🌷the alpha omega series (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

🌷see you like that (jungkook x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷hurts so good (jungkook x reader) by @jjkeverlast

🌷office hours (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

✨multiple✨

🌷 experiment 21 (jimin x reader x jin ) by @untamedqueen

🌷two in one (hoseok x reader x jimin) by @here2bbtstrash

🌷she, by proxy (yoongi x reader x taehyung) by @100vern

🌷 sharing is caring (jimin x reader x jin ) by @littlemisskookie

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[jjkeverlast]

Missed your incredible writing!

Glad I found you, love JK Seven series!

But what happened to the Yoongi fic? 🥺

that’s sweet 😭😭 i can re-upload unexpected lovers, don’t worry!

[jjkeverlast]

I’ve been reading your seven days week of jk. Each days got me holy water to spray on it it’s so good and hot sometime. I’ve been calms but inside I’m burning inside 🤣

😭😭😭 that’s hilarioussssss i’m glad you enjoyed it michaela:) also LOVE the gif you used fkjfkfkf that’s so funny

[jjkeverlast]

omggg im so surprised to see you pop up on my tl again!! i saw accidental roommates on my tl and was surprised to see that you are back i was just thinking abt your fic the other day!!! and i rmbr back then when i saw that you deactivated 😔 im happy that you are active again 💜

heyyy that’s really sweet! i’m not really active again, i’m just here to create an archive for the fics that received the most love back then to those that do want to re-read them. but this is very sweet of you! 💛

[jjkeverlast]

archive | jjkeverlast

— hurts so good [4.3k] ; hung!jk, f2l, smut, pwp, open but happy ending.

— seven days a week (series) [14.4k]; fwb!jk, fwb2l, pwp series, happy ending.

— accidental roommates [14.7k] ; dilf!jk, hate to love, semi angst, happy ending.

— unexpected lovers [19.8k] ; fake boyfriend!myg, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, romantic comedy, happy ending.

[jjkeverlast]

Reporting you :)

that’s not really gonna do anything but okay :3

[jjkeverlast]

Ofc your writing ship fics about the members you weird bitch

it’s F I C T I O N just as much as reader fics babe, get off my dick.

[jjkeverlast]

I’m so sick of reading fwb fics and no feelings are being talked about at all

i wrote this years ago and i’d agree lmfao