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satan's sweetheart [ch. 1]

You’re a demon. One day, you’re summoned into a living room, and an exhausted woman quickly rambles about needing to get to work and being unable to find a sitter before flying out the door. Now, you stand in your summoning circle, a toddler staring wide eyed at you.

pairing: taehyung x female demon!reader genre: fluff, crack, smut (but in the other chapters) rating: pg-13 wc: 2.7k

warnings: mentions of the underworld, death (like the Reaper), pagan activities? i mean the woman literally summons a demon LOL

note: prompt is by @writing-prompt-s! i thought it was actually fcking hilarious and half the time i was writing i was like wtf is this LOL also thank you to @jtrbluv for beta reading! my d1 tumblr moot ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗

-> let me know if you want me to make a taglist for this fic or any other fics :)

There’s a tugging sensation at your stomach, and your lips curl into a smile.

A summoning. Finally.

Relaxing, you let the sorcery of the summoning whisk you away from your dwelling and hear the familiar pop in your ears as you enter the human realm. Dust setting, you open your eyes, hoping to feast your eyes on your next meal.

“Who dares to summon—” you boom in your demonic form, clouds of smoke entering the room and a glow of evil cloaking your figure. Of course, it’s all theatrics.

But…

“I’m so sorry, I tried calling for a babysitter but no one was free,” a frazzled-looking woman interrupts, “and I know, you’re probably like, well, can’t you ask family—”

The woman scrambles to find her keys and belongings, slowly lugging her bag to a door. You stand a few feet away in the middle of a summoning star adorned with a few candles and eerie-looking symbols. There’s an offering of fruits and leftover Halloween candy, along with an edition of the Grand Grimoire.

“—and I did! I asked Taehyung to come over, that brat, always shirking from his responsibilities, but he said he’s in the middle of a basketball game? Can you believe him? I had asked him to a month ago, and he still managed to forget! Ugh, younger brothers. Anyway, it’s not like I can ask my parents because they’re dead.”

Surprised, you cut the theatrics and unwind into your natural form. “I mean, Old Reaper spares no one,” you chuckle, shooing away the clouds and lightning. “He’s kind of a nasty fellow, that one. Always so grumpy.”

The woman freezes, one hand in the midst of putting on a shoe. She turns around, stunned. “You changed.”

You frown. “Did you expect me to stay in that form forever? It’s actually quite energy-draining— I much prefer this one.” You look down at yourself, confirming that you’re in the correct form. “I mean, I can turn myself into a cat if you would like. Or an elephant, if you’re really feeling up for it. I would be quite loud, though.”

You’re not quite sure what humans do or do not know. Usually, summonings are quick and short, usually ending with you feasting on the souls of the summoners or the immediate banishing. But this isn’t the usual summoning; there are no teenage kids screaming for their mothers, nor men wrapped in capes who think they’ve found their calling.

A clatter draws your attention away from the woman and you find a toddler tucked away in a high chair. The child couldn’t have been more than two years old, teething on a strawberry with the remnants of its breakfast laid out in front of her. An oatmeal-covered spoon is on the ground next to the chair.

Stepping out from the pentagram, you wave your hand and the spoon flies off the ground and lands on the high chair. The child gurgles in delight, grabbing the spoon and throwing it off yet again.

“This child seems to lack intelligence,” you observe, spinning back to the woman. “Why would it throw the spoon back down? I thought you humans liked using them.”

The woman unfreezes with a start and continues putting on her shoes. “W-well, you know how toddlers are, always doing something you don’t want them to.” She adjusts herself before putting a hand on the doorknob. “I’ll be back in a few hours, it will be a very quick grocery trip. I just need some…peace.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You want me to look after your offspring?”

“Just for a bit. I’ll be back in a jiffy, alright?” She opens the door and steps out. “There’s food in the fridge for her, diapers are in the drawer under her crib. Just keep her unharmed and alive.”

And just like that, she’s gone and you’re left with a human baby with a distaste for spoons. You look at the child again in curiosity. Tight, chestnut curls are tied up in two pigtails and her chubby cheeks are stained with strawberry juice. You gently pull at a curl, watching it bounce back into place after you release.

The child notices this and places your finger into her mouth, gently gnawing on it while cautiously measuring your response.

“Silly child,” you reprimand gently, pulling your finger back. “That’s not food; if you eat my hand, you’ll get dysentery.”

You snap your fingers and conjure a little black binky for her to gnaw on instead. “Here.” You stuff the binky into the child’s mouth and after a bit of confusion, the toddler starts chewing on it contentedly.

A smirk crosses your face. “How curious. I wonder what else I could do to you…”

You sense the presence of another soul before you hear the jingling of keys. They’re inserted into the door, and it opens with a swing.

“Addie? I’m here— sorry about the wait, the game ran a little long…”

You observe the new figure, a man, clumsily take off his shoes and shove them in the shoe rack. He stumbles towards the living room, dropping a bag off by the couch.

“Addie?”

“Are you looking for the child?” you murmur. The man freezes.

“She’s in her jail,” you continue, floating down from your perch on the ceiling. “I suppose you would call it a crib. The child seemed to grow tired of our games, so I put her to sleep. Temporarily of course— I’m not the reaper.”

Softly landing on the carpet, you stare at the man’s shocked features, seemingly frozen in time. You tilt your head in confusion. “Well, don’t be too worried. She’ll wake up whenever she feels the need to. I just…coerced her into a nap. It’s not like I can do much else.”

You extend a hand. “You must be Taehyung. The tired woman mentioned you.”

Taehyung glanced down at your hand and slowly reached for it. Shaking it, he gulps, “Wh-what? Who?”

He points from your perch on the ceiling to you. “What?”

“Oh, that,” you wave towards your previous spot. “I’m just more comfortable that way. It’s usually how I lounge in Erebus but I thought it would make you too uncomfortable to see me like that.”

“Erebus?” He whispers. “Is that like…the underworld?”

You shrug. “Yes and no. It’s more like another dimension, really,” you say, inspecting his face. “You seem to be sweating. I forgot how temperamental humans are.”

You chuckle. “It's a little hot in here for you, isn’t it? I tend to run a little warm and the heat might be radiating into the room.”

A bead of sweat drips off Taehyung’s temples and he swipes at it, unfreezing himself. “Oh, I-I guess? I mean, now that you mention it, it’s a little warm.” He shakily looks you up and down. “What are you even? A demon? Oh my God there’s a fucking demon in Adeline’s house…”

“Ah, so Lily is the child,” you muse. “So Addie— or Adeline, I suppose— must be the mother.” Swooping past Taehyung, you ignore his noises of disbelief. Landing on the kitchen counter, you pour him a glass of water. “She’s in her jail, like I said.”

You beckon a chair to follow you, instructing it to sweep Taehyung into it. He’s pale as a sheet, scrambling onto the chair as he lands in front of you. You hand him the water. “Sip.”

He obeys, gulping down the water. After he finishes, you take the glass back while he looks at you warily.

“Why are you here?” he asks, clearly uncomfortable. “You’re not from this world, are you?”

“No, I’m not. Adeline summoned me to become her babysitter around an hour ago, and she simply left me with her offspring,” you snort. “You humans always do the funniest things.”

“Wait, what?”

“I mean, hey, good for her for summoning a blank demon— class III nonetheless! Very baby-safe, I can assure you.”

Taehyung’s brows furrow. “Addie…summoned you?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You chuckle. “At first I was as confused as you are right now, but she quite literally said ‘care for my baby, demon! I will be back’ and left,” you air-quote with your hands. “Said something about being unable to find a babysitter, and I was curious enough about the little one to stay for a while.”

“So you’re not…stuck here?”

“Well, no,” you roll your eyes. “I can leave whenever I want. Just how you can leave and enter a door,” you gesture towards the hall, “I can leave and enter this dimension. The summoning just thrusts me here against my will. I can go back whenever I want.”

“Oh.”

There’s a bit of a silence as Taehyung collects his thoughts. You listen to the buzz of the refrigerator and the quiet ‘tick-tocks’ of the grandfather clock down the hall; you’re surprised how soothing the monotonous noises are. Maybe the humans are onto something.

Glancing back at Taehyung, he seemed to relax a little. He fiddles with his hoodie string, gnawing at the end. “Wait so, you won’t hurt us? You said something about being baby-safe.”

You chuckle. “Yes, I’m very baby-safe. I’m a blank, class III demon. Blank— as in I haven’t developed into a specialty yet— and class III— meaning I’m equipped with the bare minimum of demonic powers.” You shrug. “So yeah, I can do things like make you fly or summon existing objects, but not much else. I’m more of a spirit, really. At least for now.”

“Huh.”

Suddenly, you sense a shift in the air and you glance over to the baby monitor on the fridge. Taehyung follows your gaze and jumps up. “Oh, Lily’s awake!”

He looks over at you, albeit a little warily, and slowly starts walking towards Lily’s room. “Don’t move,” he instructs, pointing a finger at you. “Or else.”

You put your hands up. “Alright,” you giggle. “How scary!”

Ironic.

Taehyung glares at you and disappears into the hall. He comes back a few minutes later carrying little Lily in his arm, one hand wiping the drool off of her face. Her eyes light up when she sees you.

“Puff!” she squeals, reaching for you with two hands. Taehyung holds her back, confused. She’s squirming in his arms, trying to peel away. She whines in annoyance.

You smile. “Yes, child. Puff.”

A wave of your hand conjures little soot sprites out of the air, the dust bunnies blinking in surprise. The jingle of their movements delight Lily, making her clap as they float down towards her. They scatter around her as she makes attempts to snatch them with her chubby hands. Taehyung keeps her just shy of doing so, though, and it frustrates her.

“What are they?” he asks, concerned. “Are they your pets or something?”

“They’re soot sprites,” you say softly, waving your hand again and they disappear. Perhaps you should’ve warned Taehyung. “They’re quite harmless, really. Usually residing in abandoned country homes, they’re magical creatures made of soot. They don’t do much but work and exist.”

Lily wails in dismay as the creatures disappear. You smile apologetically. “I was using them to entertain the child before you got here,” you explain, “which is how she’s so familiar with them. It got her a little dirty, but she seemed to like them enough.”

“Huh. Cool, I guess.”

You look over at Taehyung, a little surprised at his reaction. It seems like he’s opening up to some of your antics, which makes you smile a little.

“Do you mind if I conjure them again?” you ask. “For…Lily.”

You’re trying to get used to calling the child by her name.

He nods and places the child on the couch, where you bring the little sprites back. Lily’s eyes widen and she instinctively reaches for them as they float around, surprised once again.

You and Taehyung both watch her in a comfortable silence, but you can still hear Taehyung’s wheels turning.

“You know, you can just ask,” you start.

“Hm?”

You shrug. “I dunno. It’s not like you see a demon every day, let alone have a demon babysit your niece.”

He chuckles softly. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m just trying to process it a little, but I’m just glad you aren’t sent here to hurt us.”

“It’s not like I could if I wanted to, anyway,” you add. “It’s kind of a development-slash-hierarchy thing. Kind of like your version of puberty? Long story.”

Taehyung’s lips quirk up. “What do you mean?”

Before you can answer, though, you hear a jingling of keys and the woman from before swings the door open, shuffling her bags in. She looks around, eyes landing on you and Taehyung.

“Tae!” she exclaims while shutting the door. She turns back to face you two, walking towards the living room. “And…the demon…-ess? Demoness?”

“Demon is fine,” you affirm.

She smiles warily and turns her attention to Taehyung and slaps him on the shoulder.

“Ow,” he winces, “what was that for?”

“That,” she starts, swatting away the sprites and picking up her child, “is for neglecting your babysitting duties which ultimately led me to summon a demon.”

She glances at you. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“But you summoned her yourself!” he splutters in defense. “Freedom of choice and everything—”

“Don’t even start,” she interrupts, glaring daggers.

You whistle. “This woman is scarier than me, Taehyung. I would watch out if I were you.” You glance at Adeline. “No offense.”

She winces. “None taken.”

“Well, it looks like my services here aren’t needed anymore,” you clap your hands and the soot sprites disappear. Lily frowns. “Not that it was something I expected, but it was kind of fun.”

Adeline turns to you and smiles softly. “Thank you for everything— I know it was a bit of an inconvenience, but I’m very glad that it turned out how it did. Please come back anytime you want.”

You laugh. “I’m not sure if I’ll take you up on your offer— I have a lot of training to do back in Erebus— but thank you anyway. Your offspring, Lily, was quite enjoyable.”

You wave to little Lily— who waves back— and you start walking towards the door for a more “natural” approach to leaving.

“Wait, hold on.”

You turn around and Taehyung catches up to you. “Are you never coming back?”

You shrug. “Unless there’s another summoning or if I have a personal reason to. Summonings are tricky, though, it’s a gamble on which demon you’ll get. It runs on an internal lottery system for all demons, so I wouldn’t bet on your chances.”

He deflates. “Ah.”

“Maybe you’ll see me, maybe you won’t.” You smile. “It was nice knowing you, though. I’ve learned more about humans today than I ever had at the academy.”

Taehyung furrows his brows in confusion, but before he has a chance to say anything, you’ve snapped your fingers and disappeared.

Like before, you let the winds whisk you back to Erebus and you enter with a pop, feet landing on the soft carpet of your room. Glancing at the window, you notice the blood moon starting to rise and your roommate stirs in her sleep.

Interesting, you think, shaking your head as your horns grow back. You touch them to make sure they’ve come out properly and your wings also make an appearance, the dainty gossamer erupting from your back as you stretch.

A sigh of relief leaves you as you settle into your own bed, thinking back at what happened. You’ll surely have to go to the Dean tomorrow to explain your absence, but it shouldn’t be something you’re punished for. These summonings are growing more common so quite a few students have been missing this week— but it’s not something the administration is worried about…yet.

You roll over to your side, remembering the look on the woman’s face. She was calm for a human— too calm maybe— when she summoned you. Grumbling in confusion, you think. Maybe they’re getting too comfortable with contacting the demonic dimension.

But you fondly remember how Taehyung’s reaction was much more standard, and you chuckle recalling his sheer fright at the concept of Erebus.

He almost reminded you of a puppy.

“How cute,” you murmur.

Yawning, you make a mental note to go to the mortal realm more often. It could do you some good.

Eyes heavy, you close them and everything goes black.

#bts fic #taehyung fic #taehyung ff #taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung crack #taehyung bts #friends to lovers #taehyung f2l #f2l #taehyung smut #bts au #w: ss

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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guys i lied it's gonna be a taehyung fic

satan's sweetheart [snip]

pairing: jungkook x demon!reader

genre: fluff, crack

rating: pg-13

note: prompt is by @writing-prompt-s! i thought it was hilarious and got my creative juices flowing for the first time in a while~

There’s a tugging sensation at your stomach, and your lips curl into a smile.

A summoning. Finally.

Except…

“I’m so sorry, I tried calling for a babysitter but no one was free,” a frazzled-looking woman starts, “and I know, you’re probably like, well, can’t you ask family—”

The woman scrambles to find her keys and belongings, slowly lugging her suitcase to a door. You stand a few feet away in the middle of a summoning star adorned with a few candles and eerie-looking symbols. There’s an offering of fruits and leftover Halloween candy, along with an edition of the Grand Grimoire.

“—and I did! I asked Jungkook to come over, that brat, always shirking from his responsibilities, but he said he’s in the middle of a basketball game? Can you believe him? I had asked him to a month ago, and he still managed to forget! Anyway, it’s not like I can ask my parents because they’re dead—”

“I mean, Old Reaper spares no one,” you chuckle. “He’s kind of a nasty fellow, that one. Always so grumpy.”

The woman freezes, one hand in the midst of putting on a shoe. She turns around, stunned. “You spoke.”

You frown. “Did you expect me to bark? Demons aren’t the same as dogs, you know.” You look down at yourself, confirming that you’re in the correct form. “And I don’t even look like one— at least, not now, anyway.”

#i came to my senses #juco made some very good points

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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Can you read more park jimin ffs which don't include smuts !!!

i suggest finding other peoples' recs if you don't like mine

#anon #bruh leave me alone LOL i'll read what i want to read #respectfully but also not #:skull:

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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Hi! hope you are doing well just want to check in on you! I read your dystopian jungkook fic and thought it was interesting then I haven't seen much of you so I hope you are doing well. Love lots!

i think (i KNOW) that i'm quite late to answering this ask...but hello! i've come back for a little bit and i'm so glad you enjoyed my dystopian fic! i was planning on re-writing it and continuing it sometime this year, so be on a look out for that!

thanks for checking in :)

#anon #i'm like a year late lmfao but thank you for checking in!

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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masterlist ִ°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

all rights reserved © softlysuga. all fics/AUs are my own work unless specified. please do not steal, translate, or modify my work in any way, nor post them on another site without my permission. this is currenly my only account! if you see my work anywhere else, please let me know! thank you ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

updated: 05.22.24 -> latest: satan's sweetheart (kth)

♡ = fluff; ☆ = angst; ꩜ = crack; ☾ = smut

kim namjoon

nothing yet!

kim seokjin

nothing yet!

min yoongi

nothing yet!

jung hoseok

nothing yet!

park jimin

[ one-shots + misc. ]

already gone (☆) -- infidelity au; ↪ he’s the love of your life, the light in the dark, the end of the tunnel. is? or was?

kim taehyung

satan's sweetheart (♡ ; ꩜ ; ☾ ) -- demon au + f2l au; ( ch.1 ) [in progress] ↪ You’re a demon. One day, you’re summoned into a living room, and an exhausted woman quickly rambles about needing to get to work and being unable to find a sitter before flying out the door. Now, you stand in your summoning circle, a toddler staring wide eyed at you.

jeon jungkook

[ series ]

facade of the heart ( ♡ ; ☆ ) -- future dystopia au + e2l au; ( ch. 1 ) [in progress] ↪ It’s 2145 A.D: technology is advancing at an unprecedented rate and lives are getting more convenient- but only for the rich. You’re fine with your job as a receptionist at the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly, but once the heir of said hotel business laid his eyes on you, he can’t seem to leave you alone. But as an unprecedented event halts you in your steps, putting both yours, his, and countless other lives in danger, will you be able to see through his wealthy exterior? Or will you succumb to the facade of his heart?

#masterlist

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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satan's sweetheart [snip]

pairing: jungkook x demon!reader

genre: fluff, crack

rating: pg-13

note: prompt is by @writing-prompt-s! i thought it was hilarious and got my creative juices flowing for the first time in a while~

There’s a tugging sensation at your stomach, and your lips curl into a smile.

A summoning. Finally.

Except…

“I’m so sorry, I tried calling for a babysitter but no one was free,” a frazzled-looking woman starts, “and I know, you’re probably like, well, can’t you ask family—”

“I mean, Old Reaper spares no one,” you chuckle. “He’s kind of a nasty fellow, that one. Always so grumpy.”

The woman freezes, one hand in the midst of putting on a shoe. She turns around, stunned. “You spoke.”

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The actual fic is linked here! (Chapter One is, anyway) I made a few changes but overall it should be the same :)

#jjk fic #pg-13 #w: sweetheart #jungkook fic #bts fic #jungkook ff #jungkook #crack #fluff #with potential for smut? perchance?#i did not edit this snippet yet oops #oh well

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softlysuga · 6 months ago

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#guys my juices are flowing #mei's comeback to tumblr?#mei talks

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softlysuga · 4 years ago

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sparkly boi

unlimited gifs of min yoongi ➔ 8/?

#myg #he's so pretty

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softlysuga · 4 years ago

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Already Gone

synopsis: He’s the love of your life, the light in the dark, the end of the tunnel. Is? Or was?

infidelity! au

genre: angst

pairing: pjm x reader

wc: 1.8k

rating: pg

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of drowning

a/n: lol hi I’m back with this mess :)) this hurt a bit to write bc I hate cheating and cheaters but I was like let’s do smth outta my comfort zone and whoop here we are :)) I personally can’t relate to cheating or being cheated on bc of the complete absence of anything related to it so if it’s not accurate I'm sorry :( anyway, grab ur tissues, listen to I love you by Billie Eilish, and enjoy!

tags: @jtrbluv eheheh here u go luv

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It’s like the universe is against you.

Cursing, you turn away from the broken elevator and open the door to the stairwell. After trudging up five flights, you take out your keys and fumble with it for a second before you shove it into the lock. The door to the apartment opens and you kick off your heels, sighing in relief and closing the door behind you.

You walk to the kitchen to put your purse on the counter, heart dropping when you see that Jimin isn’t back yet. He’d usually be lounging on the couch or out on the balcony when you return from work, but the sofa is vacant where his body should be. You were hoping that, since you returned early, the two of you could relax together— something that was rare these days. Sighing, you venture deeper into the apartment, shrugging off your cardigan and placing it on a chair.

Taking the remote control, you turn on the tv and let it play in the background as you walk back into the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of wine. Walking back to the sofa in your stocking-clad feet, you pace the glass on the coffee table in front of you and sink down on the leather chair, relaxing for the first time that day. Humming, you lazily change a few channels and settle for a rerun of The Office, smiling when you see Dwight start to fight with himself as a demonstration of self-defense.

You stay like this for around half an hour— watching tv and sipping wine. It was calming. Mind-numbing. Just what you needed after a long day at work.

Suddenly, you hear the jangle of keys and the front door opening. Standing up with a glass of wine in hand, you quickly walk toward the kitchen to greet who you assumed was your boyfriend. After all, he was the only other one with the key.

“Jimin,” you hum excitedly, “welcome home, baby—”

You look up to greet him and your feet stop moving.

Um.

That isn’t Jimin.

A petite woman stares back at you, a puzzled look on her face. She’s in the process of hanging up her coat on the hanger that’s tucked in the closet— which was weird because most guests you bring over for the first time don’t know that it's there.

“I-I’m sorry, I think you’re in the wrong apartment,” the said woman says. You stare at her in shock. “Unless, you are a burglar?”

The stranger is oddly calm in a situation like this.

“Excuse me?”

She smiles apologetically. “This is my boyfriend’s apartment? He says no one but him and his roommate live here, so unless you’re her, I would think that you’re in the wrong place, love. And I’m pretty sure she’s gone for the week, so…”

You’re absolutely confused and flabbergasted. “I— boyfriend?”

As if on cue, Jimin walks in behind her. He’s distracted, texting on his phone, and doesn’t notice you at first. A few moments later, though, he shoves it in his pocket and your own phone pings, notifying you that you’ve received a text.

The noise makes your boyfriend look up, and he freezes when your steady gaze meets his. “Baby?” he asks incredulously.

The woman is startled. “Excuse me, what?”

Jimin stares at the woman, as if realizing her presence, then looks back at you. He’s blinking rapidly and you can see the gears turning in his brain, the panic that’s setting in his eyes.

Oh.

You see now.

“Well, considering that you brought another woman to our apartment,” you observe, “I’m no longer your baby.” Holding your wine glass in one hand, you use the other to motion toward the door. “Out.”

The woman, who immediately realizes what’s going on, looks very uncomfortable and flees the scene immediately, practically sprinting out the door. She gives you an apologetic bow before she does, though, which you acknowledge with a lazy nod.

Jimin, though, does not.

“Wait— no, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Then tell me,” you scoff, slowly stalking toward your ex, “what is going on here? Why did you bring a woman home and claim that I’m just a roommate? Why did she call you her boyfriend?”

He can’t seem to find any words to say. “I— she—”

“And it seems that this wasn’t the first time you brought her home, either,” you continue, eyes sharp. “She knew where the coat rack was. How funny, don’t you think? Considering that, unless you come here often, you wouldn’t know where it is.”

If looks could kill, Jimin would have been dead the moment he walked through that door.

“Baby, please let me explain—” Jimin tries, eyes pleading.

You scoff. “Please. Go ahead. Explain.”

He hesitates, withholding his words.

“Go on,” you sneer, taking a sip from your wine glass. “Don’t keep a woman waiting.”

Jimin stressfully runs his hands through his hair and after a moment of tense silence, he caves. “It was never my intention to cheat on you,” he mutters softly, unable to meet your eyes. “It was a few weeks ago, on a Friday night. You had been on call again for the nth time that month and I know the hospital needs you, and I understand that, but I- I just got so lonely, Y/N.”

You’re leaning against the counter, absorbing his words. While on the outside it seemed that you were ready to drop him without a second glance, you were still heartbroken. You had given this man your soul, your mind, your spirit— and you feel like he just threw it all away.

“So I went to a club with Tae and Hobi that night,” he continues shakily, “and got quite drunk at the bar. Then Hobi-hyung pulled me onto the dance floor and I was just there, mindlessly moving my body around. Everything seemed like a blur up to that point because I was so wasted.”

“Get to the point,” you snap sharply, internally wincing at the harshness of your voice. You watch Jimin flinch and he swallows audibly.

“Right. So I was dancing in a haze, and this— that woman you saw, she came up to me and in my drunken mind, she looked exactly like you.”

He takes a step toward you, his eyes misty. “S-so I thought you were there, at the club, and I just kissed her. I-I kissed her and—”

Jimin pauses, guilt crowding his expression.

“I slept with her.”

Your heart promptly shatters in the cavern of your chest.

There’s a quiet ringing in your ears and all you can see is red and grey. Jimin’s voice, the rest of his explanation— it all fades out and you’re left with your own trembling thoughts, your own inner demons. They laugh at you, mock you, echoing the same phrases and questions over and over and over.

You’re not enough for him, they scoff. Look at him. He’s so beautiful. So kind. So loving, caring, generous— he’s the golden standard. And all you do is slave away for patients at a hospital every week. How pathetic.

Your breath comes in deep, shallow gasps, and you close your eyes, willing the demons to go away.

No wonder he went to some random girl at a club that night, they continue to sneer. When was the last time the two of you spent time together? When was the last time you two had sex? Think about it, Y/N. How stupid are you to think that a Jimin would wait for you to fulfill his needs? He’s a man, Y/N. Did you forget? Or are you just stupid?

Stupid.

Idiotic.

Foolish.

You feel as if you’re drowning in a lake— a deep, never ending lake, and the water is pulling you down. Your demons are pulling you down and you try to fight it, you really do, but the water’s so cold and you’re just so tired.

Wait.

No.

None of this was your fault.

The two of you knew it was going to be hard from the beginning. With you as a resident doctor and him as a shop owner, your schedules were bound to clash and overlap.

Both you and Jimin had to maintain respect and loyalty to the other, no matter how hard, how painful, how lonely it got through your journey together. It was a mutual understanding that the two of you had to maintain in order for this relationship to work.

No.

It wasn’t your fault at all.

You did your best. You spent as much time with him as you could, even though you had night shifts in the ICU and had emergency pages in the middle of sex. You gave your relationship the most that you could, loving Jimin with your entire heart, soul, body, and mind. You are not to blame.

He is.

Your head breaks through the surface of the water and you gasp for air, lungs burning. The cold air of the lake fills your lungs and cries in relief.

Suddenly, Jimin’s voice is brought back to focus.

“Baby? Y/N? Are you okay? You’re shaking a bit, did you eat something bad—”

In one swift movement, you splash the remaining wine in your glass on Jimin’s face, dripping onto his crisp white dress shirt.

“Don’t”you hiss through your teeth, “call me your baby.”

Your ex stares back at you, disbelief in his eyes. There’s wine dripping off the tips of his hair, the bitter smell of alcohol permeating through the air. He watches your gaze turn hard and his heart sinks in the growing pit of his stomach. “Y/N—”

“I want you out,” you growl. “I want you out of this apartment, now. You can come back for your shit later, when I’m at work. Leave the key under the mat when you leave, and it better be there by the time I’m home.”

Jimin opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off again.

“Jimin,” you breathe, pinching the bridge of your nose, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

His eyes flare.

“No. We aren’t going to end like this. I’m not going to let you push me away just because I made a mistake—”

“And you’re paying for that mistake, Park Jimin,” you nearly shriek, your head throbbing. You jab a finger onto his chest. “If you really cared, if you really cared— really loved me, Jimin, you would have waited for me. You wouldn’t have cheated. You wouldn’t have slept with a random woman at a club, then proceed to keep her as a side piece for a few weeks. No.”

The man in front of you looks defeated as more words spew out of your mouth.

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. “If you really loved me, respected me— you wouldn’t have done all the things you did. And if you knew me well enough, Jimin, you would’ve known that I don’t forgive cheaters that easily”

He meets your eyes.

“Besides,” you whisper, the aching in your chest growing more prominent, “you only lose the things you don’t care about.”

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Facade of the Heart [Ch.1]

synopsis: It’s 2145 A.D: technology is advancing at an unprecedented rate and lives are getting more convenient- but only for the rich. You’re fine with your job as a receptionist at the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly, but once the heir of said hotel business laid his eyes on you, he can’t seem to leave you alone. He’s an egotistical bastard who somehow convinces you to go on a date to a famous gala- promising a night that’s filled with glamor and romance. But as an unprecedented event halts you in your steps, putting both yours, his, and countless other lives in danger, will you be able to see through his wealthy exterior? Or will you succumb to the facade of his heart?

futuristic dystopia!au, enemies to lovers!au

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jjk x reader

wc: 5.4k

rating: pg

warnings: mild swearing, sexual innuendos (aka sex jokes lol), sexual tension

a/n: i'm back, bietches. ty to @jtrbluv for the banner and reading over my fic <3 ur amazing and i hereby dedicate this comeback chapter to u. also ty to @blsourlime bc she left very passive-aggressive comments on my doc but it’s ok bc she was right. as usual. >:( mmm that’s it. i hope y’all enjoy!

Chapter One

After sliding a pearl-studded barrette into your hair, you check yourself in the mirror one last time. Your reflection squints back at yourself, scrutinizing the slicked-back ponytail and fitted grey pantsuit. Nodding, you turn away from the mirror, put your heels on, sling your bag over your shoulder and walk out the door. You lock the apartment door behind you and tap the inside of your wristband, coaxing a hologram to appear in front of you.

Hmm.

The transportation expenses seem to have increased from yesterday by half a dollar. You frown, raising your other hand to tap on the cheapest option. GroupLyft will have to do, rather than your usual Hover.

Before you order the request though, you pause. Would it be better if you took the HyperLoop instead? After some mental calculations, you swipe down on the holographic screen and walk toward the elevator. While the HyperLoop would take more time, it would be cheaper, you decide, and you need to save money anyway.

After arriving at the lobby, you politely nod to the receptionist and make your way out of the door, into the bustling capital city. Tall, sleek buildings tower over you. Hover cars lightly hum as they zoom down the road, their metal exterior shining faintly in the morning sun. You spot one stopping near the entrance of a neighboring apartment building and watch as a man climbs into it, suitcase in hand. The hover buzzes away a few seconds later, presumably after the passenger has given his destination.

Walking through the city isn’t too bad, save the occasional cat caller. The clear dome surrounding the city always reflects the sun’s light so nicely in the mornings, bathing you in a warmth that you seldom get while you work. Granted, there are several windows near your desk, but the feeling of a light breeze on your skin always champs the indoors. You tuck a flyaway strand of hair back to its original place behind your ear and quicken the pace of your feet, wanting to get to the HyperLoop station as soon as possible.

You spot a station entrance a few minutes later, a few flights of stairs leading up to the rails. Heels clicking on the plexiglass steps, you eventually make it to the top where you swipe your wristband over a scanner and enter the platform.

Surprisingly, here weren’t a lot of people waiting for the train. A little odd, considering it was a Monday morning. You brush it off, though, as a coincidence.

A robotic voice echoes through the station, announcing the arrival of the HyperLoop and knocking you out of your thoughts. “The eastbound train is arriving at Newbury Station in t-minus 10 seconds. Please mind the gap.”

You mindlessly take a few steps back as you feel the ground start to rumble underneath you.

“Next stop on the purple line is...Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is...Carnegie Station. Please mind the gap.”

The train appears and quickly shudders to a stop as the boarding gate opens in front of you. After entering a car, you sit down on the white leather chair and strap yourself in after putting your purse in the box below your seat. The doors close and the robotic voice echoes through the train, just as you feel the HyperLoop start to pick up speed.

“Next stop on the purple line is...Jeon Station. Final stop on the purple line is...Carnegie Station. We will arrive at...Jeon Station...in t-minus eight minutes and twenty-three seconds. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”

Some ad for dog food plays after the announcement, but rather than paying attention to that, you double tap your earring studs, morphing them into earbuds. Then, you repeat the motion on your wristband, ordering your holographic screen to appear again so you can choose a song to listen to. After selecting the music, you swipe down to make your screen disappear, satisfied with the beats that are currently filling your ears.

After a few songs have played, a robotic voice booms through the compartment once again: “We will be arriving at...Jeon Station in...t-minus nineteen seconds. Please gather your belongings if you are getting off at this stop, and have a nice day. Thank you for riding the HyperLoop today.”

That was your cue to sling your purse over your shoulder and unstrap your seatbelt. After waiting for the train doors to open, you walk out of the compartment and the station, down the stairs and out to the city once again. After walking a block west, you arrive at your workplace: the Jeon Hotel between 54th and Holly.

Namjoon’s head snaps up as you enter the lobby. “Good morning,” he winces, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck.

You chuckle at his display of clumsiness. “Good morning,” you answer, arriving behind the receptionist counter. “I didn’t know all guests got that quick of a welcome. It would seem that we have very good customer service, then.”

Your coworker blushes. “No, I was just excited to see you, that’s all.” He tries to make himself look busy by clicking the computer mouse a couple times, which makes it emit distressed pings in response. Namjoon grimaces and gives up, turning to face you. “So uh, how are you?”

“I’m good— I took the HyperLoop to work today,” you hum, shoving your purse in a cubby under the desk. “It was unusually empty.” You straighten your blouse and turn to the tall man. “What about you?”

“I walked to work today, as usual,” Namjoon starts, fiddling with his suit jacket, “but I was kind of running late because my alarm didn’t go off, so I had to run and I almost fell into a puddle—”

“Kim!”

A shrill voice pinches through said man’s story and your head turns, spotting your stick-thin manager briskly hobbling toward the two of you with a few files in hand. As usual, the extravagant necklaces she’s wearing look like they’re straining her neck, which causes you to stifle a giggle. Namjoon looks down at you and suppresses a smile, too.

“Kim. L/N. I need the two of you to clear the lobby at 11. We have important guests coming and that require your sole attention.”

You will your face to maintain no emotion, although it’s quite hard. How you got through your interview with her, you have no clue. “Of course, Ms. Tejan. How long should we clear it for?”

The older woman dramatically waves a hand in the air, only to say, “Oh, just for half an hour or so. The Jeons are just dropping by to check into their penthouse, so it shouldn't be too long.”

You look up from the computer in surprise, eyes as wide as saucers. Namjoon, too.

The Jeon family is a big deal. No, not your friend Somi’s family, but a different family entirely. They say the Jeon family runs one of the largest monopolies in the city, maybe even in the country. They started off with hotels— very successful ones at that— but they recently expanded to different industries and made a name for themselves there as well. They seem to have roots almost everywhere, becoming one with the city.

While there’s a lot of civilian discontent around it, there’s really nothing the people could do. By now, monopolies are a way of life: transportation, construction, utilities, etc.— each industry is usually run by a single family who has paid their way to the top. They stay by paying politicians to pardon their activities, or becoming a politician themselves.

But by the time the majority of the population knew what was happening, it was too late. Democracy is only maintained through the thin facade of a “federal government,” which only occasionally gives out pensions and hires the elderly to run social security.

Needless to say, the majority of money and power are in the hands of a few people. The wealth gap increases every day, along with brewing feelings of discontent. The lower class are getting tired of sleeping hungry, getting stepped on, and being treated as nobodies without purpose. The rich blatantly ignore this, though, which only fuels the rage of the poor. While there are no visible rebellions happening now, no one can promise that it won’t happen in the future.

Which is why the Jeons are such a big deal. They have at least ten extended family members inside the federal government, along with a dozen insider politicians working for them. Their hotel business renders them as one of, if not the most, powerful family in the entire country.

“I’m sorry, did you say, the Jeons? As in—”

“Yes, yes, the Jeons. Jeon Jeonggyu and Jeon Jungkook, to be specific, along with their security team.” Ms. Tejan flips open one of her files and starts to look through it, oblivious of you and your coworker’s shell shocked expressions.

“Mr. Jeon’s secretary sent me an email this morning about it, as well as the details on how they want everything set up when they arrive. It’s all in here.” She places a file on the counter of the desk, along with the few others in her arms.

“The rest of the these are on how we should handle the press and paparazzi prior to their arrival, as well as during and after. Even though you were tasked to memorize these during your orientation, I believe that you’ll need them. After all, it’s been quite a while since the Jeon family has paid us a visit.”

Your boss clasps her hands together in excitement. “Well, any questions?”

Namjoon is still too surprised to speak, and all you can manage is a small shake of the head.

“Great! They’ll be arriving in…” she checks her watch, “about an hour and a half. I expect that you’ll be ready by then.”

And like that, you and Namjoon are left in the lobby with nothing but a stack of files to combat the immense amount of attention that is about to be thrown upon the hotel.

———

“It should be illegal to give us less than five hours notice that the Jeons are coming,” you growl while frantically jabbing numbers into the reception phone. You double tap your earrings to connect them to the hotel system and wait for someone to pick up. “Especially if we’re low on staff.”

After letting the information thrown at you process for a few minutes, you and Namjoon had immediately sprung into action, sending out hotel announcements to staff and customers alike, asking them to stay out of the lobby this morning. There had been a few questions as to why, as well as a few protests, but the two of you were handling it as well as you could.

The fact that numerous people called in sick today only made it worse— the bulk of the work had been left to the two of you. Needless to say, everything is being done a bit frantically, but to the best of your abilities.

Namjoon isn’t faring any better, furiously typing away at the computer and squinting when the holographic screen occasionally glitches. “Agreed. No one answers their emails within two hours goddammit, and I can’t seem to get ahold of Ms. Tejan again—”

Someone finally picks up at the other side of your line. “Hello?”

You hold a finger up to Namjoon and clear your throat. “Hi, this is Jeon Hotel receptionist A41 speaking, I would like to request a full security team at the lobby by 10:30 a.m today.”

The speaker on the other line scoffs. “By 10:30? Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, I am aware that this is very short notice, but it is imperative that your team arrives here by stated time,” you press, rolling your eyes. “The Jeon family is coming, and we were given orders to—”

“Fuck,” the other line curses, and you hear a faint crashing sound. “Y-yeah, yeah, we’ll get one there as soon as possible, just— hold on a second.”

“Alright,” you hum, pulling up the other computer screen. The hologram pops up and you start replying to emails regarding the lobby shut down as you wait for the other user to come back again.

A minute later, the other line appears again. “We’ve arranged teams K-7 and K-8 to secure the hotel lobby,” someone coughs,“and Team K-9 should arrive later to help with Mr. Jeon’s personal security with the press and curious bystanders.”

“Thank you so much— we’ll see you soon.” You hang up and tuck yet another stray hair back behind your ear, only for it to fall back down a few moments later.

Namjoon notices and snickers at your frustration. “You know, you should really invest in a hairband or something. Or a larger clip.”

You glare at the man. “Shut up,” you mutter, a blush crawling up your cheeks. “It’s whatever.”

———

After the arrival of the security team and a few more adjustments to the lobby decor, you and Namjoon stand ramrod straight as the two of you watch a few sleek black hovers slow near the entrance of the hotel. A significant number of people are also watching the procession come to a pause, most notably those with flashing cameras and giant microphones. The hotel security had managed to section the public a few feet away from the doors, but nothing is guaranteed when a large crowd is involved.

Suddenly, the doors open and a flurry of people block the entrance, both to protect and assault the men exiting the vehicles. Lots of shouting is heard and you visibly wince, not excited to deal with the mess afterwards. Namjoon sends you a reassuring smile which you return, but everything flies out of your mind when two tall men in suits start advancing toward the reception desk.

The older of the two men walks with a strong purpose, his oxfords gently tapping on the marble floor. He seems the more relaxed of the two, with both of his hands in his pockets, occasionally taking one out to point at a piece of decor or to get his son’s attention. The younger man, however, walks with an air of confidence around him— he seems more headstrong. His face is void of emotion as he takes notice of what his father is leading his attention to, only nodding to appease the older man.

They’re halfway across the lobby when your eyes clash with the younger man’s— in a split second, you hold your breath as his gaze possesses yours; a flicker of emotion crosses his face. Before you could analyze it, though, his eyes narrow, noticing Namjoon and the lack of space between your bodies.

Suddenly—

“Welcome to Jeon Hotel on 54th and Holly,” Namjoon softly calls out, leveling his gaze. “How can we help you?”

A grin breaks out on the older man’s face and he holds out his hand for your coworker to shake. Namjoon takes it, although a bit shakily. “Hello...Namjoon,” Jeonggyu booms after taking a moment to read his nametag. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking, sir,” the he responds. He gestures a hand to you. “This is my fellow receptionist, Miss L/N.”

You lightly bow, feeling a constant gaze on you.

“She and I will do our best to make sure that you and your son will have an excellent stay at the hotel,” Namjoon continues.

After nodding in agreement, you notice that the Jeon penthouse is ready for their arrival via a blue notice on your computer screen. Scanning the hologram, you look up and exchange a smile with Jeonggyu. “Speaking of excellent care, I believe your penthouse is ready, sir. Would you like some refreshments delivered up to your room beforehand? Sandwiches? Cocktails?”

Before Jeonggyu could reply, though, his son cuts him off. “Yes, please,” he murmurs, catching your gaze once again. You freeze.

He’s inches away from your face, way too close for comfort. You wince a bit, and Junggyu coughs to get his son’s attention.

Thankfully, professionalism is embedded into your blood so you gently smile, knocking yourself out of your stupor. “Of course, Mr. Jeon. Is there a refreshment you had—”

“Jungkook,” he interrupts again, gaze unwavering. “Please, call me Jungkook.”

You swallow. “Jungkook-ssi, was there a refreshment that you had in mind?”

Jungkook frowns at the formality. Noticing, your legs starting to tremble. Not only from embarrassment, but also from fear.

This man can snap his slender fingers and your life could be improved— or ruined. You could only hope that it was the former that might happen, not the latter. Everything is out of your hands.

The ball is always in his court.

Which is one thing you hate about him. You hate that he always has the upper hand, the final call, the power— you can’t deny him of anything without risking your job or, god forbid, your life. And he flaunts it, too. He gloats his wealth, his money, thinking that it makes him the most eligible bachelor in the world. And while he is undeniably good looking, that doesn’t mean you have an aching impulse to smack the side of his chiseled face.

You think he got the wrong message though, since Jungkook’s hazel eyes fill with amusement as he takes in your affected state, seemingly pleased with himself. Namjoon shoots you a concerned glance, though; his hand discreetly hovering above your waist in case you fall.

He wasn’t discreet enough, it seems, as Jungkook spots the movement and the amusement in his eyes flickers away, replaced with something hard and closed. Not one to be deterred, he continues. “Why don’t you surprise me, Miss L/N? I’m sure you can handle it.”

You nod, your head moving a bit jerkily. Clearing your throat, “Yes, I can. I’ll have it sent up right away.”

Jungkook hums. “No.”

You blink in surprise, hand wavering above the room service icon on your screen. “Excuse me, what?”

“I said no,” the taller man continues while inspecting a button on his suit. “I would like you to personally deliver it to my penthouse, instead of room service.”

Jaw dropping, you sneak a glance to Namjoon who seems equally as shocked. “I-”

“...If that’s alright with you,” Jeonggyu cuts in. You had almost forgotten he was there. The old man shoots you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, dear. My son can get carried away with, uh, his ambitions quite often. He doesn’t mean to be imposing.” He turns and pats Jungkook on the cheek. “Isn’t that right?”

The heir rolls his eyes and finally backs away from you, seemingly annoyed. He grumbles his apologies under his breath and shakes off his father’s hand, eyes narrowed.

You, on the other hand, are taking full advantage of the personal space that has been given back to you. After taking a few deep breaths, you put on your customer service smile and make it as genuine as you can. “It’s quite alright, Mr. Jeon. I’ll personally deliver the refreshments up to your penthouse, as Jungkook-ssi has requested.”

A brilliant grin appears on Jungkook’s face. “Great. I’ll see you in a few.”

That rich bastard has the audacity to give you a wink before sauntering away with a smug look on his face. His father slightly bows and, after you and Namjoon both return it, walks toward the elevator to where his son is standing, his oxfords echoing on the floor.

Once the men are out of earshot, you shudder. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. “I should be promoted with all the patience I have for Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon hums in agreement, looking a bit shaken as well. “That was probably one of the most life-threatening moments you will ever have,” he adds solemnly, running his hand through his hair. “But when he asked you to personally deliver his food? Christ, Y/N, I don’t know how you did it.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “I guess customer service is just really good at the Jeon Hotels,” you appeal, “especially the one between 54th and Holly.”

———

Ding.

The elevator doors open and you step in, swiping your wristband on the scanner and pressing the number 88. A few seconds later, the doors close and you feel the elevator pick up speed, zooming to your destination.

As you wait, you look down at the meal cart in front of you. Duck foie gras, Iberico ham, and caviar in a small dish stare back at you in their $10,000 glory, along with the small stack of raspberry macarons and plates of dark chocolate souffle.

“Rich people,” you mock under your breath, pursing your lips in annoyance. “Refreshments? Oh yeah, I’ll just have a few caviar on a cracker. $200 for a snack? Oh sure, why not.”

Without a second thought, you take one of the macarons and pop it into your mouth, just to be petty. After swallowing, you come to realize what you’ve done and a feeling akin to horror dawns upon you.

But then you realize that no one (except you) knows how many macarons were there in the first place.

So you laugh. Wiping your mouth, you check what floor you’re on.

Nearly there.

At last, the elevator doors open and you’re greeted with white leather couches and bearskin rugs; a wet bar sits in the corner and a gigantic kitchen peeks to your right. Stepping into the penthouse, you immediately feel uncomfortable and out of place.

Nevertheless, you have to do your job and deliver the damn food.

“Hello?” You call out, trying to find someone. “It’s Miss L/N from reception— I have the refreshments you’ve requested.”

“In the kitchen,” a voice calls out, “behind the sink.”

Pushing the cart around the corner, you see Jungkook at a counter next to the sink with a laptop and a pile of files beside it. He looks up and gives you a smile, spotting the cart. “Ah, the food is here.” The tall man stands up and stalks toward you, never taking his eyes off your chest. You inwardly scoff but maintain a smiling exterior, reminding yourself that this was your job— you had to do this.

“Yes, I’ve brought your refreshments,” you say through gritted teeth. “Is there anything else I can get for you before I leave?”

“Hmm, I think so,” the heir murmurs, sliding the cart away from you. You shiver as he stalks forward, maintaining eye contact. “I would like to get something else from you.”

You feel your legs turning into mush. Clearing your throat, you look away. “A-and what might that be?”

Your heart is beating at a million miles an hour.

You also feel your heart is tearing as he speaks, his soothing tenor voice flowing around your body like silk. To fight or fly, is the question.

Jungkook uses his hand to tilt yours back up, forcing you to regain eye contact. His eyes wander to your lips and you instinctively lick them, Jungkook’s eyes flashing back to yours. Slowly but surely, he lessens the space between you two until he’s so close that you can feel the heat of his mouth. You lean forward too, throwing your inhibitions into the wind and tasting his breath.

Your noses are touching; his gaze is unwavering.

Alarms go off in your head.

You jerkily step back, accidentally knocking his nose with your head in the process. The heir yelps in pain and winces in pain, officially ruining the moment. “Sorry,” you blurt out, heat rushing to your face.

Jungkook wipes his nose with his hand. “What the hell?” he grumbles, confused.

His hand comes off with a dot of red and you pale. “M-my apologies, sir,” you mutter, springing into action. You guide the man-child to the kitchen stool where you push him down, forcing him to sit on the white plush.

“What—”

Scanning the kitchen, you spot a roll of paper towels and rip a piece off then tear it into smaller squares. You take a small square and roll it up so it’s small enough to fit into Jungkook’s nostril.

Looking up to check on him, it seems that he’s finally discovered that there’s blood dripping from his nose. His eyes are wide as saucers as he looks at his bloodied hand in surprise.

By now, there’s a few drops of blood on his white dress shirt and you hiss in annoyance. You gently nudge the paper towel roll into his nose so that it absorbs the blood as it flows. Satisfied, you check his face for other injuries.

Other than his extreme expression of confusion and shock, he looks fine.

“You have a bloody nose,” you carefully explain, watching his face. “Blood spilled a bit on your shirt, but you’re fine.”

“Oh,” is all he says, softly. “I see.”

You heft yourself up on a neighboring stool, facing him. The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a bit, replaying the series of events that just went down in your. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat and touches the towel in his nose.

You take this opportunity to jump up and make your way to the door. You’ve done enough. Actually, you may have done too much. “I will send up some in-house doctors right away sir,” you assure him with a thin smile. “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you!”

And with that, you close the elevator door with a sigh of relief as you feel it move.

Did you just lose your job?

a/n: chapter two will (hopefully) come soon! i have a vague idea of what I want to happen but feel free to speculate in my inbox (if u want) :)) or u can also j use my inbox to tell me to hurry the fawk up- for motivation purposes. in the process of rewriting/re-editing this T^T

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