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byuljoonie · 1 year ago

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Cozy // Ksj

You hate me, because you want me…

pairing: seokjin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, coworkers to lovers, slice of life, fluff, slow burn, boyfriend material, smut, desperation, fierce seokjin

word count: 6.7k

warnings: size kink, slight age gap, smut, extreme dirty talk, unsafe sẽx (oopsie), spit play, fingers, missionary, stomach bulge (he’s huge), begging, slight exhibitionism (in office), dom!seokjin sub!reader, degradation, dumbification, a little gaslighting, masochism, fake business mumbo jumbo

note: surprise shawty !!! I didn’t know when I was coming back but boom here I am…with the gift of a seokjin smut that I worked hard on for y’all♡. Yes this is another Beyoncé inspired one shot and definitely not the last lol. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. I hope everyone is doing alright, especially with what’s going on these days. Playlists in bio, masterlist in bio, and have a great week ily! -dubu

You walked into the small coffee shop, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping your nose as you approached the counter. You flashed a warm smile at your favorite barista, Jimin, he was busy preparing drinks.

"Hey, Y/N! How's your day going love?" Jimin asked sweetly. He was writing names on cups near the cash register, preparing them for their awaiting owners. You smiled, happy to hear his cheerful voice on this hectic morning.

"Well, it's my first day at the new job, and I'm feeling a bit anxious,” you said nervously fiddling with the coin pouch in your wallet.

"I wouldn’t be too worried, Y/N. You know how long I could ramble about you. You're going to do an amazing job, just be yourself!"

“Thanks, Jimin. I really needed the pep talk and maybe a shot,” you said teasingly, grabbing your latte from his delicate hand. As you turned to head towards the door, Jimin suddenly stopped you.

"Wait, Y/N, before you go, I have to say that your outfit today is on point. You look fantastic,” Jimin said giving your body another unapologetic once over.

You blushed and thanked him again before continuing your exit. But your attention was momentarily diverted, and you accidentally bumped into a tall and incredibly handsome man, Seokjin. He was staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. Are you okay?" He asked charmingly.

You froze briefly, bracing yourself as his large hand rested on your waist. "It's okay, I'm fine. And, um, yes, I'm okay. Thank you,” you stuttered out anxiously, skin igniting at his touch.

"You have a captivating smile, beautiful. I hope your day gets better, though I think mine has unexpectedly reached its peak,” he flirted shamelessly. You couldn't help but blush even more, feeling a rush of mixed emotions as you realized you needed to leave.

“I’m sorry I have to go!” You said hurriedly, pushing past the gorgeous stranger. Unfortunately for Seokjin, his quick wit was no match for your hasty fleet. His phone sat idle in his hand, waiting for the entry of your name and number.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, the sound distracting you the entire 20-minute walk to work. The massive HYYH sign greeted you as you approached the tall building. The sleek silver letters glistened in the sunlight.

You sipped the rest of your drink, his face flashing through your mind as the lukewarm liquid made you wince in distaste. You wondered if the coffee shop was a symbol of unrecognized opportunity, maybe he would go back tomorrow.

It was your first time seeing Seokjin, he had the kind of smile that felt like the universe was sharing a secret with you. You set in your mind to frequent the coffee shop until you met again.

As you walked into the building, you were greeted by a towering, skyscraper that seemed to touch the clouds. The lobby was a bustling hub of activity, with professionals in sharp suits and clean attire briskly moving about. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the subtle smell of fresh flowers placed strategically around the space.

The gentle hum of conversation and the soft clicking of heels against polished marble floors filled the air. You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement as you took in the sight of the place. The glass walls offered an impressive view of the city skyline and the bustling streets below.

You approached the secretary's desk, where a well-dressed woman with a warm smile was multitasking like a pro. Her computer screen displayed a meticulously organized calendar, while she coolly juggled incoming calls and managed appointments.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, then stepped forward with a smile. “Good morning, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, the new hire. I'm here to meet Mr. Min, it’s nice to meet you."

“Oh hello, I'm Sara Mr. Min’s secretary. He's been looking forward to your arrival. Just give me a moment to let him know you're here."

You nodded and glanced around at everyone going about their work. You felt a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Sara excused herself, holding up a finger as she made a call. You turned to have a seat across from her desk, your bag lightly tapping your hip as you walked.

“Good Morning! My name is Jung Hoseok and you’ll be shadowing me this morning. I assume you’re Y/N?” He smiled nicely.

You stood up quickly, almost toppling over to the floor. Hoseok let out an airy chuckle, grabbing your hand to help. He wore a black suit, no tie, with a crisp white button-down beneath his pressed blazer.

A colorful Murakami pin sat on his left collar, the shiny gold plating complimenting his tan skin. He towered over you, seeming no taller than 5’10. You shook his hand awkwardly, embarrassed at your primary school behavior.

“Hi, yes I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you,” You said softly, handing him a homemade muffin neatly wrapped from your bag. “I made a small batch of Blueberry muffins for my colleagues, I hope you’re not allergic,” you said smiling gracefully.

His face lit up with delight. He happily took the muffin from your waiting hands, walking you over to his desk to set it down. He thanked you once more before he began the tour. He briefed you on what a typical day at the office would entail for you.

Your primary responsibility is to enter and organize data into the company's systems. Hoseok provides you with detailed instructions on the specific data formats and procedures the company uses.

Due to your degree in philosophy, you will occasionally take on duties in the office library. This includes cataloging, organizing, and assisting workers in finding relevant resources for their research and projects.

Your new coworkers warmed up to you early, your soft smile and warm eyes captivating everyone. You passed out your muffins as you passed by desks, calmly introducing yourself in contrast to your shaking hands.

Hoseok completes the tour by leading you back to the outside of Mr.Min’s office. “Our boss is Min Yoongi, he inherited the company from his father a few years back. The corporate music world was ready to chew down another young bachelor, but Yoongi was different,” Hoseok said appreciatively.

You were intrigued at the mention of him. “He’s strict when it comes to his work and production, but the environment is so organic his predictions are always right,” Hoseok said gesturing for you to stand near the waiting area.

“The former COO and business partner of Mr.Min is also around today. He stepped down from his stressful position as COO, but Yoongi refused to let him leave the company completely.” Hoseok finished, stumbling over which name he should use to address the boss.

“I would warn you though he’s office eye candy, well alongside me,” Hoseok said cockily, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear like a prince. You giggled at his brazen behavior, loving the interactions so far.

Suddenly a deep laugh rumbled from your boss’s office, footsteps grew closer before the large door swung open. In his well-tailored suit, Yoongi looked sharp and polished. The suit, likely straight from the designer, fit him perfectly, draping smoothly over his slender frame. The color of the suit complimented his complexion.

His hair is parted slightly to the side and falls near his face. The jet-black shade is stylishly arranged. He locked eyes with Hoseok, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Good morning again Mr.Min, your new hire is here. This is Y/N,” Hoseok said lightly, smoothing a hand over his suit front. You approached Yoongi cautiously, trying not to trip over your heels.

“Ah, welcome to the company Y/N, I assume Hoseok has already shown you your duties and you’re ready to work?” Yoongi asked firmly, eyeing you suspiciously. Your hands began to perspire, his intense gaze made you uncomfortable.

He let out a dry laugh, his gummy smile peeking through slightly. Hoseok laughed along with him, urging you to do the same during your first impression. You forced out a soft laugh, almost choking on your saliva.

“Hey if my jokes aren’t funny you don’t have to laugh, but I know they are,” Yoongi stated playfully smirking at you. You let out a visible sigh of relief, finding his dry tone funnier than the joke itself.

“Thank you for the opportunity sir, I look forward to working for you,” you said reaching out to shake his hand. The handshake was firm and secure, his touch lingering on yours.

“Hurry the hell out of my office!” Yoongi said loudly, a few stifled laughs being heard from colleagues in earshot.

“I was tying my shoe, do you want me to trip and break my back Min Yoongi? Damn-“ Seokjin complained as he emerged from the office, locking eyes with you immediately.

You both froze in shock, Seokjin swallowing his sentence before he could finish another thought. You eyed him wearily, drinking in his dominant appearance.

“Yeah, this is Y/N. Today is her first day bird brain.” Yoongi said teasing his taller counterpart. Seokjin studied every ounce of you, staring at the way your skirt hugged your hips. He couldn’t pull his attention away from you, he felt his chest tighten.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir, I hope we can get along well,” you said monotonously, offering a small smile as you shook his large hand.

“Call me Seokjin, see you around,” Seokjin said to you dismissively. You were partially stunned but kept your composure. He turned back to Yoongi engaging in conversation like you’ve faded from existence.

Hoseok excused the two of you from the conversation, walking you over to your new desk by the far side of the office floor, unbeknownst to you right next to Seokjin’s office.

“Alright, this is your desk! It’s honestly the best spot in the office, near the restrooms and out of sight of Yoongi.” Hoseok said while peaking over the cubicles to see Yoongi walking out with Jin.

“He seems great, even Seokjin,” you said lying through your teeth. You felt betrayed by destiny, the handsome stranger you intended on meeting turned out to be a total jerk. Oh and best friends with your new boss!

“Mm yeah, Jin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, weird,” Hoseok said smirking coyly. You squinted your eyes at him, silently threatening him to not get any ideas. He raised his hands in mock surrender, bidding you a farewell to attend to his assignments for the day.

Your first day was going great, you finished your first assignment already, and time seemed to be passing expeditiously. A few of your coworkers stopped by your desk to chat and thank you for the delicious muffins.

Although, to your dismay, Seokjin’s office was in perfect view of your cubicle. You’d tense up anytime you passed each other, his cologne filling your senses. He barely paid you attention, though he’d look annoyed anytime a colleague would stop at your desk to speak.

After lunch Yoongi held a small conference for your division of the company, letting Seokjin highlight the main points of the meeting.

“Ms.Y/L/N, what do you think?” Yoongi asked politely, wanting to hear your honest feedback on Seokjin’s idea.

You chose your words carefully, not wanting to offend him in any way. You agreed with his idea but ultimately determined your way was the better route to take. Yoongi agreed, asking your colleagues if they had any questions.

Seokjin cocked an eyebrow at you, wondering where your sudden confidence to challenge him came from. He began to protest, telling Yoongi to think it over before he proceeded.

“I’ll think about it but don’t be surprised at the results tomorrow Seokjin,” Yoongi said patting Jin on the shoulder and walking out of the conference room.

Your team files out quickly chatting amongst themselves, some even congratulating you on your effort. You picked up your laptop and tea heading towards the door before anyone else could bother you.

“Good job Y/N,” Seokjin said sourly, softening his expression when he noticed how tired you looked. Your anxiety had dissipated as the day went on, but your brief importance in the meeting sent your nerves through the roof.

He hated how reactive you made him, he wiped the sweat from his brow. Staring you down in a trance, he wondered what things could have been if you stayed longer in the coffee shop this morning.

“Thank you, sir,” you said quietly turning back to walk out of the room. A disappointed sigh escaped Seokjin’s lips.

＊＊＊

The office rings with the steady rhythm of keyboards and the soft murmur of hushed conversations. A month has swept by, leaving in its wake the familiar aura of routine, yet within this unchanging space, friendships have blossomed.

As the youngest member of your team, bad jokes and unserious drama have become your daily life. Laughter usually echoes through the office as your colleagues playfully tease you.

However, you’re the one who calls the taxis for everyone and makes sure the tables are in one piece after a night out. Your motherly instincts are a drastic contrast to your underlying needs.

Amidst the chaos, a peculiar dynamic unfurls with Seokjin. A palpable, fiery tension simmers beneath the surface, not so lost on the perceptive eyes of Yoongi and a select few coworkers.

Meetings transform into arenas for silent battles, where staring contests serve as the unspoken language of competition. Projects become a canvas for rivalry, with each of you silently dying for the unspoken title of office princess.

You sat quietly in the library, deciding to stay behind and read on your lunch break. Nobody frequented the library besides you, Hoseok, and another colleague you’ve grown accustomed to, Taehyung.

The dim strip lights presented a low humming sound in the quiet space. The door opened and closed every so often, but you didn’t bother to look up from your novel.

The buzz of your phone pulled you from your haze. You had a message from Yoongi telling you to come to his office immediately. “Why?” You accidentally whine out loud. “Why me?”

You eventually pull yourself out of your chair, forcing a small smile on your face as you make your way to his office. You fixed your outfit in the reflection of a passing window before knocking on Yoongi’s door.

He promptly called you in, telling you to close the door behind you. You notice Seokjin sitting cross-legged in a perfectly fitted Dior suit. The grey color looked deliciously tight on his shoulders.

You could easily handle a meeting with Yoongi, but sitting next to the older man that makes your palms sweat is a different story. You pulled your skirt down a final time before sitting in the chair furthest from Jin. The both of you now facing Yoongi and his ceiling-to-floor windows.

“I’m sorry sir but may I ask why he’s here?” You say hesitantly, perspiring palms opposing your challenging question. Seokjin scoffed at your starting words.

“Believe me I’m just as confused as you sweetheart,” Seokjin said bitterly, grabbing a pen from his suit pocket to twirl in his nibble fingers. You narrowed your eyes at him, turning your attention back to a smirking Yoongi.

“Well, as you know Y/N there’s a new position opening and I know a few people are interested. I’ve been thinking of ways to go about filling the leadership position. You do seem to be qualified, but so is Mr.Kim.” Yoongi said trailing off his sentence, waiting for your reaction.

You sat there bamboozled, why would Seokjin go after the job when he already has a high-paying leadership position? You try to push the thoughts away, but you can’t help but think he was trying to outdo you.

“I‘ve decided to give you a project, but unfortunately for you two, you’ll be working on it together. That way I can determine who will get the leadership position. Disperse the roles yourself and try not to hurt each other.” Yoongi said cheerfully handing you both a thick, crème colored folder.

Your blood runs cold, and you begin to shift uncomfortably in your chair. “Sir, with all due respect, I think it would be best if we work separately. That way we can both prove our best efforts without stepping on each other's toes,” you said gritting your teeth firmly.

Seokjin sat quietly, Yoongi’s gaze unmoved by your attempts to sway him. He shook his head and muttered a “nonsense,” in your direction.

“Y/N clearly doesn’t want to work with me, she’s not a team player. I’d say I’m fit for the role Min.” Seokjin said smugly, piercing the dense air.

You shoot dangers in his direction, anger seething behind your once warm eyes. Yoongi cleared his throat, apprehensively looking between you both.

You took a deep breath and counted to 5 in your head. Your mild ego got the best of you, you refused to let the handsome asshole win.

“You know what, I’ll do it. I just think it’ll look bad on Mr.Kim’s part when I undoubtedly get the position,” you say letting out a benevolent sigh. Flipping through the folder in your manicured hands.

“That’s the attitude I like to see, good luck to you both,” Yoongi said dismissing you from his office.

You leave the office first, waiting behind to talk to Seokjin. He emerged from Yoongi’s office momentarily after you. He tensed at your presence, ready to rebuttal the words you had aimed at him.

“I’ll meet you near your office after work to exchange information, I have to go back to work in the library,” you said kindly, staring up into his brown eyes. He nodded in agreement, walking away without a word.

＊＊＊

You stood by your desk, waiting for Seokjin to leave his office for the evening. You were usually the last two in the building besides the friendly security officer Jungkook. He was around your age, boyish, and beyond strong.

He would walk you to the door at the end of every shift, comfortable silence filling the space between the two of you. You told him you’d be staying later tonight to work on something.

Seokjin’s door creaks open slightly, the light flickering off before his tall frame emerges from the shadows. He looked gorgeous, even tiredness looked good on him.

“Sorry if I took too long, I had to make some calls.” He said walking up to you with a few long strides. You unconsciously stumbled back until your ass touch the corner of your desk. He smirked at you knowingly.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asks, a small chuckle slipping from his pink lips. He reached into his pocket, presenting his open phone to you and cocking his head to the side.

“You gonna put your number in?” He said coolly, presenting his other hand awaiting your phone. You didn’t speak, afraid of how weak you’d sound at the moment.

You bite your bottom lip, covering the once-forming pout. You grabbed his phone and quickly put your number and full name in.

“Why so professional, princess? I thought our reign as quiet enemies was over since we’re partners now.” He said, a faux pout playing on his lips. You took your phone back laughing at the name he entered for himself.

“Mr.Handsome?” You questioned immediately, throwing your phone into your handbag. You shook your head at him, loving the lines near his smiling eyes.

“I think Hoseok would take offense to that. He said he’s office eye candy.” You said smirking up at Jin. He laughed loudly, filling the quiet office floor.

“Oh we’ll see about that,” he said rolling his eyes and putting his phone away. “Alright I’ll leave you alone, you want me to walk you down?” He asked politely, shocking you slightly.

“No it’s okay, I think I can manage. I’ll call a taxi right now since it’s too late to walk home.” You said pulling your phone out to call a cab.

“A taxi at this time of night? That’s dangerous, I’ll give you a ride home.” Seokjin said, staring down at you softly.

You nod and murmur a quick thank you. You trailed him as he called you with a soft “come on.” His long legs were no match for your slow walking. He turned around and waited for you to catch up to him, presenting his arm to you.

You latched on nervously, swallowing down a whimper at the feel of his muscles. The walk to the car was short, he had a special parking spot for his car near the elevators. The lights were red and the engine roaring as he walked around to open the door for you.

“Thank you, sir,” you said getting in so he could close the door. You heard him laugh as he walked around to get in his vehicle.

“Call me Jin, Y/N. I don’t bite unless you want me to.” He said winking at you and then pulling out of the parking garage.

“Are you flirting with me, Seokjin?” You asked playfully, telling him where you lived. He hummed, glancing over at you for a second.

The ride to your place was quiet but tense. You both kept secretly looking at each other, praying the other would say something first. The moonlight shined through the windows, illuminating his dewy skin.

“We’re here, Y/N.” He says staring at you intensely. You didn’t notice because of your obvious staring at him.

“Oh, thank you again Seokjin.” You said nervously, “I’ll contact you tomorrow for the assignment.” Before he could say anything else, you made your way inside your apartment building.

The next morning you wake up to a text from Seokjin. The message entails his suggestions for working together.

You planned to meet the following weekend at his place. Working separately and then coming together to mend the final results.

You spent the next week working vigorously to come out on top. You find yourself entangled in a web of conflicting emotions, grappling with the frustration of your lingering crush on Seokjin.

The week unfolds with a constant replay of his past insufferable behavior, each memory stoking the flames of anger within.

Questions swirl in your mind: Why is he suddenly trying to befriend you? Is it a ploy to manipulate the joint project? The uncertainty of his motives adds a layer of complexity to your thoughts.

You search through your clothes, silently cursing yourself for not doing laundry sooner. You had to settle on a thong that easily showed on your hips in your joggers.

An oversized black T-shirt is the only shirt available too. You prayed you didn’t look too casual for your work date. You called a cab to Seokjin’s place, grabbing your coat before running to your elevator.

The drive to his place was shorter than expected. He stayed 15 minutes from you, in a taller modern high-rise.

You tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but the closer you got to his door the more they persisted.

You knocked firmly, lifting your bag over your shoulder, not realizing it’s pulled your shirt up. Exposing your hip and panties peaking over your pants.

The door swung open a few minutes later, and a very handsome seokjin standing at attention with a warm smile.

He takes in your appearance, eyes widening at how beautiful you look. It took him a few seconds to finally meet your gaze again.

“Hi, princess come in.” He says motioning for you to walk in.

“Princess?” You question breathlessly, taking your shoes off upon entry to his apartment.

“Sorry, you look beautiful today. Couldn’t help myself.” He admits, guiding you over to his comfortable couch.

“Hmm, I like your place. It’s gorgeous.” You say switching the subject calmly.

“Thank you, I like classy but cute things.” He grabs his laptop from the coffee table, typing in a password to gain access.

“Let’s get started?” He asked nicely. Noticeably scooting closer to you on the couch. You nod in agreement ready to work and ignore your increasing heartbeat.

As you find yourself working together, observing the once confident demeanor now replaced by a sense of shared vulnerability, a silent revelation dawns upon you.

Seokjin heard your stomach growl and suggested he buy you guys lunch. You clapped happily at the thought of food causing Seokjin to smile at you.

“I’ve wanted to eat at this place for weeks. Now I’ve finally got a good reason!” He said excitedly placing your orders on his phone.

“It seems that I’m the reason for a lot of your happiness this week,” you say teasingly, poking at his cheek.

He tenses for a second, hoping you won’t notice his momentary lapse of judgment. You felt the shift in his demeanor and decided to back off.

“Hey, it’s okay. Come sit closer to me.” He said, patting the space next to him. You moved back next to him, staring down at your lap.

“Did I say something wrong, Jin?” You asked nervously. Glancing at him as he never moved his eyes from you.

“No, no of course not. Sometimes I just get nervous around you, Y/N.” He confessed truthfully. “Yes even at my age.” He playfully smiled at you, causing you to laugh.

“You’re only like 5 years my senior, but why are you nervous around me?” You asked confused, moving closer to him.

“Because you’re beautiful.” He crooned, closing the last gap between you on the couch.

“Jin, I-“Before you could finish your sentence a knock was heard on the door. The food had arrived.

The subtle shifts in his behavior, the intense stares, the conflicting emotions – it all aligns. Seokjin's suffering alongside you hints at something deeper.

Could it be that he harbors feelings for you, perhaps even more intense than your own? The realization unfolds within your mind, casting a new light on the complexities of your relationship and prompting a wave of thoughts.

You and Seokjin ate at his dining table, casual conversation flowing around. He told dad jokes that were beyond bad, but your sides hurt with laughter.

You finished your work quickly after lunch, ecstatic that you completed the project a few days before the deadline.

As you pack up, Seokjin surprises you by insisting on driving you home. The car ride is a mix of comfort and tension, his intense gaze leaving you both on edge.

In his eyes, there's a subtle shift, a hint of something more than annoyance—lust, perhaps? As you reach your destination, you hastily thank him, excusing yourself before your emotions escalate.

Once inside, you send a quick text expressing gratitude, hinting at a future meeting at the office. Seokjin's response is unexpectedly cool, almost as if he's retracted the emotions that briefly surfaced. You went to bed confused and slightly hurt at his reaction.

Presentation day arrives, and both of you excel. However, Seokjin abruptly leaves the office right after, claiming illness. You went on with your day, spending it mostly in the library. Trying to distract yourself from your probing thoughts.

The following day, he arrives late, a difference from his usual punctuality. To your surprise, Yoongi announces that you and Seokjin will share the lead position.

Nerves hang intensely between you and Seokjin. He mostly hides in his office, only emerging briefly, not even sparing you his once-secret glances. The atmosphere is charged, and the not-so-secret glances now make the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Despite the festive atmosphere, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Seokjin, the way he smiled, his laugh, everything about him.

Hoseok approached you with a mischievous grin. "Why so serious? It's YOUR party, Y/N! You need to loosen up a bit." He handed you a drink, urging you to take a sip.

The warmth of the liquid courage spread through you, emboldening your resolve. Feeling a surge of determination, you decided to act on your feelings for Seokjin. The office felt like a maze as you navigated through the lively crowd, making your way to the stairwell.

Two flights up, you stumbled slightly but pressed on. You couldn’t take the elevator you didn’t need any distractions. The door to Seokjin's office stood before you, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. Knocking lightly, you entered, finding him engrossed in his work.

“Y/N? Are you okay princess?” He questioned, turning off his computer and giving you his undivided attention.

"Seokjin," you began, your words slightly slurred. "I've been thinking...can we talk?” You asked finally, the nickname sending a chill down your spine.

He eyes you inquisitively before agreeing. He stands up to pull out the chair across from his desk, motioning for you to have a seat. You walk forward slowly loving the way his eyes follow your every movement.

In the dress you once hated to admit you wore for him, you felt beautiful in your tipsy state. Seokjin takes a few steps back, leaning on his desk. He crossed his legs pulling up his white button-down sleeves over his taut arms.

He coughs suddenly, raising an eyebrow at you for ogling him so freely.

“Well, um we worked great together on the assignment,” you began nervously.

As you delve into the details of the successful project collaboration, you pay close attention to his expressions. Seokjin, maintaining a professional demeanor, acknowledges your points but insists it was purely professional.

Frustration seeps through as you scoff at his denial, sensing the unspoken tension beneath the surface. Slowly, you rise from your chair, your eyes locked onto his, his bulge inches from your face for a few seconds too long.

A silent challenge was exchanged in the room. The towering presence of Seokjin adds an extra layer of intensity to the confrontation as you refuse to back down, daring him to acknowledge the unspoken truth that lingers between you two.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Jinnie. You hate me because you want me.” You say placing a hand on his chest, testing him.

Seokjin, a mix of shock and curiosity in his expression, puts his hand on your waist. "I want you?” He says staring down at you darkly.

He placed his hand under your chin, licking his lips in devilish delight. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N. The thought of you in my arms drives me wild. You feel this, baby?” He cooed, and he guided your hand down his body. Stopping your hand over his hardening cock.

“You see how you make me feel, hmm?” He began lowly, “You were all talking a minute ago, what happened?” He asked pressing his lips to your cheek.

You felt like putty in his hands, his warm breath fanning over your glowing skin. You felt his cock twitch in your hand, you swallowed a whimper in response.

“Please, sir,” you whispered pathetically. You squirm in his strong grip, clenching around nothing.

He pulled away from you looking down at you. “Use. Your. Words. Princess.” He said punctuating every word by pulling your face closer to his, leaving you mere inches apart.

“Want you to touch me please, Jin.” You begged breathing becoming erratic.

“Good girl,” he said, pulling you in for a long-awaited kiss. His pillow-soft lips felt like heaven. You moaned into the kiss, pushing up on the tips of your toes to deepen the kiss.

He turned you around, pushing your back against the desk. He leaned down putting all of his weight on you.

“Before we go any further, I want you to know I can’t control myself any longer Y/N. I can’t be decent, I’ve needed you far too long.” He confessed breathlessly.

“Well don’t be decent, sir.” You said tugging him by his collar to pull him into another passionate kiss.

You feel his hand sneak beneath your dress, searching for your panties. His fingers hover over your core, pulling away from your kiss.

“No panties? Such a dirty slut” He growls placing his hands on your hips and hoisting you up onto his large desk. He pushed you down, pulling your dress up to expose your already wet pussy to the cold office air.

You nod and mutter a quiet “just for you.”

He taps on your lips with his index and pointer fingering, humming at you to open up. You do as you’re told, parting your lips for him without hesitation.

“You’re so perfect for me, pretty girl. Got such a pretty pussy,” he said bracing his other hand beside your exposed hips.

He smiled down at you sweetly, pulling his fingers from your mouth and depositing them into his mouth.

“There’s not a single part of you that I wouldn’t taste, I’m gonna ruin you,” he murmurs around his fingers.

He unbuckled his belt in one swift motion, pulling his cock out in desperation. You looked at him in shock, his size making you grow afraid. You’ve had big, but never this girth.

He pumped himself slowly, moaning at the tight grip he had on his cock. The head was pink and leaking, you looked down the length of your body, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Can’t wait to stretch this tight cunt,” he said rubbing his palm along your pussy. “wanna make you limp to the car, baby.”

You whined at his touch, anticipation building as he runs his tip through your folds, then along your crying slit.

“Fuck—Jin,” you groaned out, enjoying the delicious pain of his tip probing your slit. He pushed your legs apart further.

“You’re so big, can’t take it,” you choked out pathetically, almost screaming as he slowly pushed into you.

“Gonna make you take it,” he grunts, stilling when he’s halfway inside you.

“Just breathe, princess. You’re being so good for me.” He groans into your neck, leaving sloppy wet love bites behind.

You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing heavily as he finally fills you up. You feel his hand sneaking its way down your body, rubbing small circles on your clit.

You clench around him in response, legs starting to ache as he weighs down on you.

“That’s it, hold on baby,” he croons, still not moving.

“P-please, Jinnie. Need you to fuck me so bad” you cry into his neck.

He lifts himself slightly, looking down to take in your thoroughly wrecked appearance. He groans at the sight before him.

“Fuck- you’re so tight,” he moans quietly trying to keep his composure. “We have to be quiet, baby. Don’t want you to lose your job now do we?” He asks smirking at you.

“Don’t care, just need you to move please,” you say breathlessly.

He pulls his hips back, not giving you a chance to react before he snaps forward again. Watching your face as he fills you up.

Your back arches off the desk, wet noises and grunts filling his office space as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Been wanting to defile you for so long. Need to fuck the brat out of you darling” he groans, desperate to feel you around him with every thrust.

“Look at you, so small and precious,” he moans in your ear. “You like taking my cock like this, hmm?” He coos, leaving a kiss on your earlobe before he rams back into you.

The desk shakes vigorously, your hips stuttering upwards as he presses down on your tummy. He growls at the feeling, loving how you trust him enough to let him invade you in such a professional setting.

“Gonna cum-fuck jinnie,” you moan loudly, a whimper slipping from his lips as you constrict around him.

He slows his pace, still fucking you roughly as tears begin to fall from your eyes.

“Such a good girl, cum for me princess” his hand slips down your front, rubbing your clit sloppily.

With a song of his name slipping from your lips, you feel your orgasm rip through you. Pussy pulsing around his cock continuously.

He moans loudly, feeling your cum coat his cock. He places a hand on both of your hips, squeezing as he fucks into you.

His eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, hips moving in a broken rhythm as he comes undone. He opens his eyes momentarily to watch your face as hot strips of his cum fill you.

“Fuck—you look sinful right now, Y/N.” He groans, hands leaving behind bruises as he squeezes your hips.

You feel his cum leaking from you as he fucks sloppily into your ruined cunt. Breathing heavily before he finally stops moving.

You shiver when he leaves you empty, feeling dirty as you lay on his desk. His work is completely forgotten, papers crumbled under your bodies and some even tossed to the floor.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.” He whispers, leaving a kiss on your lips. You wriggle beneath him, giggling into the kiss before pushing him away.

“We should go home..” you say pushing your dress down, your tipsy state completely dissipated. He nods in agreement, grabbing his handkerchief from his pocket to help clean you both up.

“Trying to take me home already? I want dinner first” he teases as he picks you up from his desk. Letting you hang on to him to steady yourself.

You laughed into his chest, wincing as you walked over to fix your reflection in his mirror.

“I’m sorry, princess. Was I too rough?” He asked concernedly, rushing over to hold you up by the waist.

“I’m perfect, Jinnie.” You said leaning into his touch, staring at your reflections in the mirror.

As you and Seokjin stealthily exit his office, trying to keep your composure, you inadvertently collide with two of your perceptive coworkers, Lisa and Taehyung.

They exchange knowing glances as you nervously explain, "Oh, hey! We were just leaving, I don’t feel good. I think I drank too much.”

Lisa smirks and teases, "You don’t feel good, huh? Seokjin offering to take you home seems awful NICE of him." Taehyung joins in, saying, "Yeah, we've seen the way you two look at each other. Just spill it already!"

You chuckle awkwardly, attempting to downplay the situation. "Nah, it's nothing like that. I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, and Seokjin insisted on being a good colleague, offering me a ride home."

Lisa raises an eyebrow, her expression saying she's not entirely convinced. "Sure, sure. Well, take care, both of you," she says with a sly grin, and they continue on their way.

Once out of earshot, Seokjin laughs opening the door to his sleek car, a low hum of the engine filling the air. You slide into the passenger seat, exchanging a glance with him.

“So much for being inconspicuous, huh?” He asks playfully, resting his large hand on your thigh as he turns into your building's parking lot.

“I blame you for just standing smugly behind me. Where’s your COO attitude?” You say laughing at his remarks.

“Hey! I’m an ex-COO. I’m merely an office worker infatuated with my junior.” Seokjin admits casually, stepping out of the vehicle to open the door for you.

Your heart fluttered at his words, a small smile now gracing your lips. The walk to your apartment is shortened due to your in-unit elevator.

You place your things down telling Seokjin to follow you to the room. You welcome him to get comfortable on your bed while you shower.

“Can’t I join you, beautiful?” He asks pulling you down onto his lap. You smile up at the older man, nodding in response.

“You know, Y/N.” He started lovingly, “I’ve been wanting to tell you how much I’ve wanted you for so long. The first night you stayed at my place, I already knew I wanted you to be mine.” He confessed to you.

“I would sit in the library on my breaks, just to spend quiet time with you. Mostly sneaking glances at you while you sat cutely absorbed in whatever novel you’re reading.”

“May I take you on a proper date, darling?” He questioned smoothly, running a hand down your cheek.

“Yes, if you promise to be mine.”

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[BAD DECISION #37] Faking It

warnings: pleased be seated for THE JANITORS CLOSET hehe, and iconic chapter in the bd universe. seokjin! pregnancy scares! tittie worship, thigh riding, semi-public, a lil self-pleasure, multiple orgasms, kissing <33, cum in panties??, idk, one of my fave bd smut scenes and they don't even shag! there's a lot of plot in there. all the fave characters!! and the biggest villains!!

a/n: i figured out the wrong headers!! this header was actually the og 36 header and the og 37 header is what I used for 36 lol

also also also i knew i said there would be more updates tonight buuuut I finished write #60 today so I'm editing that instead hehe. there's a direct reference to something said in this chapter in #60!

wc: 18k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

In the quiet bustle of Jeongguk's favourite downtown cafe, Yoongi frowns.

"Are you even listening to me, Gguk?"

On the table sits a half-drunk coffee, the bitter taste a little too much for Jeongguk at this time in the morning. Notebooks open, pens scattered on the driftwood table, Jeongguk has spent the morning earnestly scrawling down revisions to his business plan.

The centrepiece of the table - a single white rose in a thin vase has been put on an empty seat. Just would have been in the way.

Also kind of made Jeongguk's blood boil, but he knows he shouldn't be irrationally angry at a fucking flower. A nice one at that. An expensive one.

Just like Seokjin had made sure to remind you on his calling card.

Happy Birthday, Darling. Exquisite roses for an exquisite girl. You can pretend they're from your new guy if you like - I'm sure he agrees you deserve the best that money can buy. All my love x

Stupid prick hadn't signed his name, but he has set a precedent. There's only one person who'd send you white roses. Not just a dozen. Not two dozen. Three fucking dozen. Thirty-six.

36 identical, soulless roses destined to die within a week or so, already embarking on their demise.

Danbi had snorted. "What's that? A rose for each time he cheated?"

You had smiled. Shook your head. "Think four dozen would be needed for that."

Jeongguk had been with you when you'd redistributed the roses to your CU ajumma aunties, and had to deal with their scrutinising eyes. Had smiled, and played nicely, even when they called Seokjin the 'handsome one'. As much as he might hate that tall mother fucker, he's got a pair of eyes. Knows he's a bloody god.

And so Jeongguk had moved the rose on his table out of sight before he even realised that he would need to.

The display of his iPad, which is still covered in your small fingerprints from lazy days wasted in his bedroom, has dimmed. It obscures the last revision of the plan. Hides it away from prying eyes.

A work in progress for years, now, he started planning for the samgyeopsal restaurant during his first semester of university. Had been a hypothetical project that he just hasn't been able to let go of. Like a first love, it kept coming back to the forefront of his mind.

For a little while - he's not sure how long; three, maybe four minutes - Jeongguk has been watching the beads of condensation sweat down the side of his glass. The straw, given to him by a barista with a warm smile and nothing else remotely interesting about her, lays beside the glass, still encased in its plastic wrapper.

He hears your voice and its tone of concern each and every time he raises the now-wet glass to his lips.

Careful, Koo. It'll hurt your teeth.

With every fabricated iteration of your concern, his mile-a-minute heart temporarily eases. For those scarce moments, it doesn't feel as if it'll burst straight out of his chest from the sheer exhausting stress of the unknown; His future. Yours. The one that you may or may not have together.

Funny how you're the main source of his stresses right now, and yet are the only thing able to ease them.

And so the straw remains as it is - still, untouched - just so he can pretend you care.

Dazed and most definitely confused when he looks up, Jeongguk's vacant eyes land on Yoongi. There's a frown on the older mans face, but a softness to his eyes.

"Hm?" Jeongguk hums. "Sorry?"

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for the straw that Jeongguk has so purposefully left discarded. Snaps the thin plastic wrapper apart. Reaches over and pushes the straw through a cluster of stubborn ice that just refuses to melt. Helps his friend in a way that makes total sense, and yet Jeongguk's mind is so jumbled up that it almost feels an attack.

It's him who frowns, now. Dimples form in the creases between his lips and cheeks, a thick line making itself known in the ridge between his eyes. Yoongi pays it no notice. Simply says, "Coffee'll stain your teeth. You'll thank me when you're older."

Perhaps he will. For now, Jeongguk's teeth are still pearly white. He's no need to worry about them.

"What wrong with you, huh?" Yoongi presses. "Spent all of last week badgering me to help you out, and now that I am, you've been a world away all morning. What gives?"

For all of the words that he could use to rabbit on about you for hours upon hours, they all seem to be stuck in his throat, dryly swallowed down like bitter pills sticking against his oesophagus.

To mention you now would be to admit that you occupy all vacancies inside his brain, in each and every waking moment. You're there in the moments he doesn't spend awake, too. A constant. Just as permanent as the glitter that's trapped between the woven threads of his cotton comforter, and as deeply embedded into him as the tattoos on his skin.

Pressing his lips together, piercing flipping in the corner of his mouth like it so often does, Jeongguk shrugs. "Sorry. Think my brain is shutting down."

If Yoongi suspects anything other than this as a viable excuse, he doesn't mention it. Just nods. Accept the white lie, and Jeongguk hopes he knows there's a white flag tied around it, too.

It's not that he wants to lie to Yoongi. He just doesn't want to be honest with himself.

Phone face down on the table, Jeongguk's device holds a whole host of contradictory search terms in his browser history. Questions he could probably ask Yoongi, but won't. Questions he should ask you, but most definitely won't.

Girlfriend - cause he figures it will bring back more results than fwb, or whatever else he could equate you to - missed her period, what should I do? Do girls miss periods often? Missed period, meaning, what? Having a baby with fwb, what now? Abortions? What if an abortion doesn't work? Is adoption good for the baby? How to be a single dad? What if only one person wants to keep it? What the fuck oenejoiegohhfo e.

The final result is still open in his browser. Was about three in the morning. Jeongguk had been sweating beneath his duvet, skin just as clammy as the condensation rings that have soaked into the wooden table from his iced coffee glass.

Nothing is confirmed. No test has been done - and yet he's thinking about where a playmat would fit in the living room, but also knows the name of the clinic downtown that would quickly and effectively prevent that from ever being his reality.

"We've made good progress," Yoongi tells Jeongguk. "Can take a break, if you like? Got a couple weeks till your meeting with the bank. Still got time."

There's no place in Jeongguk's business plan for a baby. He half wonders if maybe he should ask Yoongi where to factor it in. Knows better.

So instead, Jeongguk nods. "Yeah. Think that might be good. Sorry."

Yoongi just dismisses it. Tells Jeongguk it's fine, and really means it. Knows that trying to straighten out the fine details of a hypothetical business is harder than it would first appear. They've been troubleshooting; thinking of problems just for the sake of it. Making sure that Jeongguk's application for a business loan is airtight.

Of all of his friends, Yoongi is the only one who's ever been through anything similar. Is a fountain of knowledge with a wealth of experience that he's lucky enough to have access to.

Jeongguk half-thinks he must be mad for jumping in head first with this restaurant idea of his. Isn't sure he's got what it takes. Just knows he has to at least try, so he can say he can. So that even if he suffers the lows of failure, he will have experienced the highs of hope. Maybe even the uncharted territory of success.

"Could be a good idea to talk some things through with other people," Yoongi offers. "Someone in hospitality. Maybe DB. Get different scenarios neither of us have thought of yet."

Jeongguk doesn't need any more make-believe scenarios where you're involved. Has already thought of far too many all by himself.

But Yoongi doesn't know that, and Jeongguk would like to keep it that way. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

It's this encouragement from Yoongi that has a text from Jeongguk pinging through to your phone a quarter of an hour later. Phone in your back pocket, you'll check the notification that buzzed quietly in a moment or so.

For now, you're locked in conversation with a woman who is both everything you fear and everything you want to be. Peachy-cheeked, with a crystal white smile and lips that are somehow perpetually glossed, Jina has been talking you through the upcoming event that Taehyung is showcasing for at the Ryu.

"I was really impressed - hold on," she huff a little through the strain of reaching across the desk for her file. You immediately get to your feet to help her out. Her peach cheeks are now pretty pink apples. She exhales a deep-rooted breath and plonks back into her own chair. Laughs at herself, and her inability to do even the simplest of tasks, then rests her hand adoringly over the incredibly large bump that protrudes from her stomach. Is appreciative as she says, "Thank you." Looks down to her bump, and laughs again. "Hurry up, now. Mummy has jobs to do."

The way Jina speaks to the little life that's growing inside of her makes you want to violently vomit. Not for disgust, or anything negative, but for the fact that you're terrified of a similar fate.

Well-put together, still in designer garments, Jina has her life together. Is the Lead Gallery Coordinator at the Ryu. Spent her twenties working her way up, only to land her spot at the top two weeks before she welcomed in her thirties. She's distinguished. Had worked damn hard to stay at the top, even when her assistant is consistently trying to fill the shoes she hasn't even taken off yet.

It's why she's still working, even when her due date is within touching distance. Will be damned if some jumped up twat that studied illustration at the expense of his wealthy parents, and has never actually produced an illustration worthy of any praise, ends up behind her desk. Perhaps she's jaded, and perhaps she's bitter that she never got an easy ride, but she did at least have passion - which is more than can be said for her assistant. The only reason she keeps him on is because his parents are benefactors of the gallery. Can't fire him, even if she wants to.

"Sorry," she smiles back up at you, then hums. Ponders. Pregnancy brain is not being kind to her these days. "Where was I?"

With a kind smile, you happily remind her. "You were saying you were impressed?"

"Ah, yes! I was. I am. With the both of you, actually. Kim Taehyung is producing art that actually entices people, which is a rarity these days. I'm surprised his portfolio wasn't passed onto me sooner."

Although when she considers her assistant, the surprise wanes.

"And you," she continues, then looks down to flick through the proposed show in the file you put together earlier that day. "You say you're just doing this part-time? As a favour?"

Nodding, you explain, "Taehyung's a friend, and this is my area of interest. Should have gone down this route straight after university, but you know what the industry is like."

With a pitiful smile, Jina nods. "No money in it unless you already have money."

It's no secret that the arts are a luxury for those who can afford them - not just the masterpieces themselves, but the time to indulge in them. Apprenticeships and internships pay poorly, so in order to get your foot on the ladder, you have to come from money. Have to be able to rely on parents, or aunts, or uncles to fund your living expenses while you live out your dreams.

Wasn't an option you'd had, so a compromise had been made in the form of the art cafe. It's minimum wage, but you do at least enjoy it and can pay the bills.

At such a point in her career where the money is good enough for her to never worry about finances, Jina's heart bleeds for you. From one creative to another, she wishes there was a way she could help.

"You've got everything I'd look for in an assistant," she tells you, and the compliment just serves to make you feel disappointed. Success has always been a goal of yours, and you regret not working harder towards it. The past year has taught you many things, but mainly it's reinforced the idea that you shouldn't spend time on things or people who don't enrich your heart.

And so you throw caution to the wind; chance a suggestion that you know is beyond your capabilities.

"Well, perhaps I could help out when you're on maternity leave?" You chance. Know that you don't have enough experience nor credentials to take on her role, but fuck it. What's the worst she could do? Say no? "Help keep things running smoothly?"

When Jina smiles, you know that rejection is coming your way - but at least you tried.

"No money in the job," she sighs. "The gallery director hasn't opened up a vacancy. My assistant is stepping up."

Even saying it out loud makes her blood boil - but she knows it's bad for the baby, so tries to cool it.

"I have a sneaky suspicion that they'll open up a vacancy in April. Maybe May. When it does, you'd be top of my list for recommendations," she offers. Knows that things are gonna fall apart without her there. The higher-ups won't realise what a fundamental error of judgement they've made until it's too late. "That if you'd be interested?"

You don't think you've ever been asked such a stupid question.

This is a lie.

You've spent time with the Dionysus boys. Have been asked a million questions than this one.

"Of course!" You enthuse. "I mean, I don't get me wrong, I love my job - but an opportunity like this would be... I don't even know," you laugh, unable to articulate yourself properly, so try simplicity. "Yes. Please. If that happens, please pass along my details."

She nods. Understands your excitement. Was in a very similar position, once upon a time. All it took was someone taking a chance on her. She'd like to do the same for you. Has seen your work ethic for an unpaid favour to a friend. Knows you wouldn't let her down.

"Now," she smiles, moving along the conversation as to not dwell on a situation that might never happen. "We're about a week out from the next show - has Taehyung finished the new piece? Any causes for concern?"

"Yes, and no," you assure her, even if it is a little lie.

Taehyung scrapped his piece last minute and has been in the studio ever since your birthday. Had a new wave of inspiration, apparently. Declared as such about twenty minutes after the knocking from Danbi's bedroom had eventually come to an end, so you dread to think of what this new piece could be like.

Still, you trust his creative process, so know that whatever he produces will be more than enough to satisfy the gallery execs.

The meeting runs smoothly; no hiccups to iron out. The subway ride back to the middle of town has to contemplate what life could be like had you met Taehyung earlier; if you could have a career to be proud of by now.

But there was no Taehyung without Jeongguk, and no Jeongguk without the devastating impact of Seokjin. Funny, how the entire time you were with Seokjin, he'd wished you had a better job. Lamented the minimum wage, and your irregular working hours. Would steer the direction away from what the pays the bills whenever you'd meet one of his friends, and they'd ask, 'what do you do for work?'. He'd never been proud, and so in turn, nor had you.

You wonder if he'd be proud now. It's bittersweet.

And as you arrive at Jeongguk's favourite cafe and spot him immediately - chin in his palm, a soft pout on his lips, papers scattered all over his table - you're the one who feels proud.

Seeing the ones you love chase their dreams is a special sort of pride. One that makes your heart swell. So much potential. So much hope.

Ordering up fresh drinks before you head over, there's a thick tension in the air. Jeongguk doesn't even realise you're here yet. Is too consumed with thoughts of you, like the idiot he is. Thoughts you, and his future, and how he doesn't know how to plan anything when he doesn't know what life will look like a year from now.

He clocks you as you're confirming the order with the barista. A hot flash of panic disrupts his body, but it cools just as quickly. Fucks with his body temperature regulation. Makes him feel all clammy and horrible despite the aircon in the cafe.

There's a smile on your lips, and Jeongguk finds one on his, too. There's a shine to his eyes that only glitters whenever you're nearby, and it's noticeable all the way from across the cafe.

Coffees in hand, clothes remarkably formal for a day off, Jeongguk narrows his eyes as you approach.

"What have you been up to?" he queries instead of greeting you properly, not caring for small-talk. Wants to know the big stuff. His brain has been cruel to him today. Hopes you can help remedy it slightly.

"Gallery," you simply say, taking the seat beside him.

There are four chairs at the table. Yoongi had been sitting opposite Jeongguk. You could have chosen to sit there, too.

He doesn't mention it.

"Everything going alright?" He asks, reaching over for his coffee with a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks."

"All good, I think," you say, sucking a little air between your teeth.

He cocks a brow. "You don't sound convinced."

With a bit of a defeated shrug, you purse your lips together. "I just..."

The way you trail off is all too familiar. Jeongguk's used to it. Has been a while since you struggled to find your words so badly.

"Big girl words," he teases softly, which earns him a small laugh from you.

"Fuck off," you smile, then shake your head to realign your thoughts. "No, I just... Sorry. Did it again. I just don't know how sustainable this all is, yanno?"

Jeongguk doesn't say a word. Knows that you aren't done formulating just yet - and when you sigh, before launching into a little ramble, he's proven right.

"I mean, I'm already a shift down this week to help with prep, and next week I've had to book two days off work. And like, honestly, it's fine," you stress. "I enjoy it so much, but long term? When Tae's shows get bigger and bigger? I just dunno, Gguk. Dunno."

You want it to be long-term. Never knew it was something you wanted until you realised maybe you can't have it. Seem unattainable now in a way that you knew before you started helping Taehyung out. The thing so wonderful about dreams is that you fool yourself into thinking they can come true. You neglect rational thinking.

Confronted with the restraints of the industry, it's hard to ignore. Hard to pretend like you could still have it, if you really want it. Things like that don't happen for people like you.

"Well just wait until I get the restaurant going," he smiles, knowing he doesn't have a solution for you - but that he does have the ability to talk about the future with you in a way that doesn't feel all that terrifying. "When I'm super successful and have queues out the door, I'll hire you. Will pay you above minimum wage and let you work with Tae on the side."

"Oh yeah?" You grin, enthused by the childlike excitement in his sparkly eyes. "Gonna be a big hot shot restaurant owner?"

"I'll have you know, I'll be the CEO," he nods his head smugly.

"Oh, that's sexy," you tell him.

"I know."

You hum a little and then decide that a little flirt is okay. "Would be kinda hot, fucking the boss, wouldn't it?"

He raises a brow. Swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, wetting his lip ring as he toys with it. "Would be a HR nightmare."

"Would give me a reason to call you Sir."

"Don't," he smiles, eyes closing, teeth showing. Sweetness encapsulates him despite the stickiness of the scenario that's playing out inside his head right now. Shakes his head. Slowly opens his eyes to find you again. Laughs. "You're fuckin' trouble, Byeol."

"S'why you like me."

"True," he admits rather shamelessly. Doesn't fancy denying it today. Not to himself. Not to you. Not to the world around him.

The air between you gets thinner. Feels like you can only keep breathing if you keep your eyes on one another. Up, and up you go into the atmosphere. Any higher, and you'll be in the fucking stars.

"I hate to ask..." Jeongguk murmurs and you immediately feel your floating soul crash back down to earth. The stars are off-limits today. Your feet must remain firmly on the ground.

"Then don't," you say sharply, not wanting the conversation to go in the direction you know he's steering it in.

"Byeol," he simply reprimands, knowing that it's a conversation that needs to be had. "You've not given me any updates."

"'Cause there's been nothing to report back," you say, as if it's no big deal; as if you haven't spent every waking moment thinking about it. As if your daydreams aren't getting more and more concerning. "I've skipped a month. That's all. It's not that uncommon."

"Well, according to WebMD, apparently some women get periods even when they are pregnant - like, certified, tested, proven true pregnant," Jeongguk states, his late-night research coming to the forefront of his mind. "That's not supposed to happen. Just like you're not supposed to miss your periods when you're not pregnant-"

"Gguk," you plead. "It's not that linear. All sorts of things affect periods."

"I know," he replies, and bless his heart, he really does think he knows. "Stress, eating habits, exercise, medical issues - I've read, like, 6 articles about PCOS in the last 24 hours. Didn't even know what it was last week."

You're fond as you smile over at him. "Why have you been reading PCOS articles?"

" Because ," he stresses, but gives no immediate follow up. Looks over to you with pleading eyes, like a puppy dog waiting for scraps. "Look B, I don't know what's going on. You won't tell me what's going on. The best I can do is try and understand."

"I've told you, Gguk. It's fine. Please. Just trust me."

It's a naive ask, for him to trust you, when you don't even trust yourself.

"Will you please just take a test?" He asks. "The longer it takes, the less options you'll have. We'll have."

You know he's right. Know that there's a test waiting in your bedroom, and that you've spent hours looking at because you're terrified of a result. A positive result, that is.

You won't admit to the way that the idea of a negative result makes you feel. Not to Jeongguk, nor to yourself. It's not what you want. You know that it wouldn't fit into your life. You know that the idea of being in Jina's position would wreck any goals or plans for your life.

And then you're feeling defensive. Pressured. Overwhelmed.

"Look, I said it's fine," you insist, trying to reassure not only him, but yourself too. "I know my body. It just does this sometimes. If anything, I'm probably less fertile than I should be."

"Yeah, but you don't know that-"

"And you don't know that I'm not."

"B, this affects us both," Jeongguk says, his patience waning, tone firming. He's right.

"I know that!" You snap back, 'cause it feels like he's backing you into a corner. "You think I'm not aware? Gguk, if I am-" you refuse to say the word, then quieten your voice. Look around. Get a little closer. "If I am , then I'm the one who has to deal with it. I'm the one who has to live with it. I'm the one who has to experience it."

"Oh what, so suddenly I play no part in this?" He argues right back, but keeps his voice quiet. Mirrors you. Is right there in the corner with you. If this is a boxing match, then he's not your opponent; he's the coach giving you water in the break and patching you up. There's no need to see him as the enemy. "I'm not just some random fucking guy, B. I'm not about to jump ship."

"Okay, hypothetical," you say, encouraging him to use his imagination a little. Try and see things how you see them. "It's positive. I don't want it, you do. Then what? What do we do?"

He's silent for a moment. Looks a little defeated as he shrugs. Doesn't look at you. "We'd get rid."

And even though it's what you think is the correct answer - putting priority on the carrier of the child - it still makes you a little sad. There are layers to such a decision. It's not straightforward. The complexities are beyond what you're capable of considering. There is no 'correct' answer. There are just choices; the one that you take, and the ones that you don't.

It's a curse how vivid your imagination can be; how you can imagine the rough skin by the tips of his fingers as he'd hold your hand in the waiting room, the look in his eyes as you turn to steal a glance at him before going through a pair of double doors that would ultimately change the outcome of your future, and the sterile scent of a medical facility that you'd really rather never visit.

You can picture his smile; pretty but ever so weak. Gorgeous little lies of 'it's okay' wrapped up with bows that could have maybe one day been tied in a child's hair instead.

Pull yourself together, you scold yourself. You don't even want a kid!

"If I were to get rid of it, while you wanted it... Gguk, you would resent me for what I took from you until the day you died," you say solemnly.

The gravity of it all is setting in. A positive result would ruin your lives regardless of whichever option you choose.

The pair of you have been gambling, and it seems like your luck is out.

"I wouldn't," Jeongguk frowns.

"How do you know?"

"Well how can you be certain that I would?" he counters. Is desperately trying see your point of view, but it's obscured by his own opinion on the matter. "Look, none of this is worth us getting worked up about until we know what the fuck we're dealing with. You might not even be pregnant."

He's right. You know he's right. The word makes your stomach lurch regardless.

So you nod, but plead, "Just give me a little time. Please."

He agrees. Knows that you do at least have a little more time before any certain decisions would need to be made. Walks you home. Tells you to keep him updated.

But then one day turns into two, then three, then four - and before you know it, you're ignoring one another, trying to pretend like all of this isn't happening; as if nothing has changed, and as if you haven't potentially fucked it all up just 'cause you couldn't stop messing about.

It's laughable, really. Your insatiable need to fuck one another has become its own form of birth control. Jeongguk isn't even waking up hard these days. Too stressed. No worry of fucking, now. Dick seems to be broken.

In all reality, he knows that it's nothing to do with his cock. He's not waking up hard, 'cause there's a lack of blood flow. Heart isn't pumping it like it normally does. Goes with the territory of not having you around.

But if he acknowledges that, he acknowledges everything he stands to lose before he's even had a chance to have it. Have you .

It's what he's thinking of now - cock limp, scowl hard - the night before Taehyung's art show. It's been five days. You've not kept him updated. He's not asked for updates.

You've both been pathetic - but he's attributing it to you. Thinks you're deliberately being childish so that he won't think having a kid is a good idea - as if he even wants them right now.

Sitting on the couches of Taehyung's studio space, the usual suspects are up to nothing much. Just having a few drinks the night before the show. It's a bit of ritual - nothing set in stone, just kind of what happens. The easing of Taehyung's nerves means he always wants to indulge.

Stewing in the corner like a little parasite, Jeongguk's face of thunder hasn't eased all evening. He never gives a straight answer when he's asked about these little moods of his, so no one has bothered to press too hard. He is at least in attendance - which is more than can be said for you.

"It really doesn't matter," Taehyung smiles, unphased by Jeongguk, stroking Danbi's back as she scrolls through her phone, looking for outfit inspiration.

"Yeah, no offence Danbi, but everyone's gonna be looking at the art," Jimin mumbles through a mouthful of overpriced breadsticks. "No one is gonna care what you wear."

Rolling her eyes, Danbi doesn't care for his opinion. "So? I want people to look at me, which is why my outfit needs to good."

Still stroking her back, Taehyung is so incredibly fond of her unwavering self-assured place in the world. "People will be looking at you," he supports her. "What's DB wearing?"

Flicking through to your message thread, which had ended earlier that afternoon with a very blatant bullshit excuse for your lack of attendance, Danbi scrolls up to find the picture you'd sent her earlier that day.

"Oh, it's nice," Taehyung downplays it. Knows exactly why Danbi is desperate to find something showstopping. Will never let her be aware of this, though. What he does do, is make sure it reaches the right people. "She shown you, Gguk?"

The grunt that Jeongguk makes is barely audible. If there's one thing he doesn't want to see right now, it's you. Especially you looking all fancy and shit.

He's still annoyed. You haven't spoken to him since your fight other than to send him dumb instagram reels. Rabbits hopping about. Shit like that. He smiles every damn time and it only serves to piss him off even more.

But, like the true nuisance she is, Danbi forwards the picture through to Jeongguk. She hasn't heard directly from you that you're fighting with Jeongguk, but anyone who has spent time with the both of you in the last few days will be able to figure it out.

Jeongguk knows better than to click through on the notification. Knows that if you wanted him to know what you're wearing, you would have shown him.

But he misses you.

Wants to see you, even if he knows it will only serve to annoy him even more.

He's proven right.

Standing in front of your mirror - the one used for your first selfie with the bird necklace on Christmas Eve, and also used for your own sadistic pleasure on that very first evening Jeongguk learned what it felt like to be yours - you're in a black dress.

Satin, he thinks. Something silky. It's short, like your dresses so often are, cutting off midway down your thighs. Fitted. Sweetheart neckline that blooms over the top of your chest, with sleeves that follow this same structured line. Shoulders fully exposed, there is a small tickle of satisfaction when Jeongguk notices your bird sitting prettily in place, right where it should be.

Even if you are annoyed, like he knows you are, you're keeping him close. It's more than can be said for last time. You've no intention of pushing him away or so it would seem. He takes comfort in this, a self-indulgent smile on his lips - until he realises and flattens them once more.

"S'fine," he just says as he locks his phone, as if his heart isn't beating all irregularly. "I'm sure she'll look nice."

Danbi glances over to Taehyung, who just rolls his eyes, and encourages her to show him more of her own options.

Jeongguk pretends to scroll through his phone. Is really just looking at that picture of you again. Hates the way it makes him feel. All fuzzy and out of sync. Perfectly safe and yet terrified all in the same fleeting moment.

Has him thinking about what he should wear, too, even if the other boys are telling Danbi that it really doesn't matter.

You look so well put together, he thinks. So intentionally gorgeous. He would say unintentionally , and knows you'd look just as gorgeous in one of his old shirts, but is well aware that you've put effort in. It should be appreciated.

It's decided - at two-thirty in the morning, all alone by himself, contents of his wardrobe piled onto the floor - that Jeongguk will also be wearing all black.

He will match you. It will be intentional. He will hope you notice.

'Cause even if he is a little pissed off with you, it doesn't matter. Had grown up with parents who'd bicker, but would always say 'there's no one else I'd rather argue with.'

He thinks the same could be said for the pair of you.

If your worst fears are confirmed, and you're forever tied to him, then it's something you'll need to learn to navigate. Neither of you are perfect, but neither of you are pretending to be. You're showing him exactly who you are by showing him nothing at all, right now.

And he adores you all the fucking same.

Jeongguk decides on black slacks, and will pair them with a thick belt. A satin shirt will be tucked in, unbuttoned just enough for a little bit of his chest to show. Nothing too indecent. Just wants to match your neckline.

The jacket he's chosen is red. Hopes it'll dare you to look at him, and prevent you from ever looking away. He's being bold, 'cause he stupidly thinks he needs to be, as if you won't be searching for solace in the form of him all night.

He also thinks he needs to consider the kind of man you want . The kind you need . You seem to go for the prim types. The proper. Well-dressed, well-groomed. He's got the outfit sorted. Knows he's being a little risky with the lack of a top button and tie, but he also knows he looks good - so fuck it.

Which is also what he says to his barber on the morning of the show.

"You've been growing it out for a while," she hums. Only re-permed it a couple of weeks ago. Hadn't been expecting him to come for a walk-in appointment so soon.

He shrugs. "Fuck it. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

She laughs, and tells him that he's right - but double-checks before she goes in with the clippers. He's not had anything so close to the scalp in about a year. Started growing it out around the same time you started showing up to the bar.

He braces himself. Grits his teeth. Don't let fear get the better of you.

"I'm sure."

Time stands still within the walls of the Ryu. Moments of life - fleeting expressions of biased emotions - are preserved for voyeuristic viewing pleasure. You're a guilty participant. Salivate over the mixed media, and equally mixed messages. Have a desire to understand. To decipher. To know.

The walls are dark. Slate grey when the floodlights are on, they look black under the diffused bulbs that focus solely on the works.

'Unplugged: The Lonely Hearts of the Digital Age' reads the exhibition branding on the front of the paper guide in your hand. There's an evocative nature to the pieces; an exploration of intimacy and isolation in the modern landscape of smartphones and high-speed internet.

"Oh, entirely," you smile pleasantly at the gentleman twice your age, who had come to stand beside you while you had been observing some of the work. He's been asking your thoughts, and you've been bullshitting spectacularly. "In a world where we're more connected than ever before, there somehow seems to be this... disconnect . A real lack of interpersonal relationships that stand the test of time."

He nods, half-moon glasses resting across the bridge of his short nose. "Too easy these days. Dating apps, and whatnot."

You cast your eyes down to the fingers he has wrapped around a champagne flute. He's without a ring. You wonder if he's a victim to them, too.

"The grass is greener mentality," you agree. Know all too well what it's like to be on the receiving end of such a dilemma. "Always searching for something... more."

A small chuckle emits from his thin lips as he continues to agree.

One of the serving staff, no older than a high school senior, offers their tray of champagne in your direction, but you decline. It's unusual of you - but it's no secret you've not been feeling exactly 'usual' lately.

From across the room, Jeongguk glances in your direction as you shake your hand and head, a polite smile on your lips as you refuse a drink. Your eyes don't flash to his, but he doesn't need them to.

When your gaze falls back to the artwork in front of you, he can easily see your perplexion.

He also notices how your skin doesn't sparkle like it usually does beneath gallery lights. A tight frown forms on his face to match yours.

The paintings you're looking at aren't Taehyung's. Jeongguk doesn't know the artist. Oil, he assumes from this distance. Hyperrealism. Enlarged. A matching pair with stark differences.

The first, to the left, is dark. Navy blues and deep purples depict the foils of condom wrappers, each with a name and date scrawled into them. They're scattered atop what looks like a legal document.

He can't work out the words from where he is. Doesn't realise they're divorce papers.

None of the wrappers match the name of the document, yet all of the wrappers are dated during the duration of the marriage.

On the right hand side, the other painting is clearly part of the same collection. A packet of oral contraception. 28 days worth. Includes the placebo days. Like the condoms, each empty window of the contraception has a name. Some repeating. Some not. There are no names written during the placebo week.

It begs the question; is the taker of the contraception just using the men when it's convenient for her? Or are they just using her when it's convenient for them, and leaving her in the dust when her body is unavailable?

You're not sure which scenario makes you sadder. Reminds you of this time last year. Reminds you of Seokjin. Reminds you of the people that you used to forget about him on the lonely nights.

If you were to think about your own pills, and the names that would inscribed, you know you'd have packet after packet with only one name. Everyday of the week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, every night. Over the placebo days, too.

Not because Jeongguk has been fucking you all day every day - although sometimes it does feel like that. No. It's not that all.

Instead, it would be because he gives you the intimacy you need to make those pills worth it. He doesn't have to constantly be in bed with you. Quite often isn't. It's just that you'll keep taking those pills 'cause you always want to be available for him in any capacity you can be. Those pills are his just as much as they are yours.

And you hate it.

Hate that you feel this way. Hate that indulging in such intimacy with the person you hold closest has resulted in such a clusterfuck of emotions. Hate that he isn't beside you right now, deciphering the names and making up ridiculous stories about the fictional people in front of you. Hate that when you glance over to his direction, you find him engaged in conversation with a group of people you consider friends, only to notice that Hayun is there, too.

Your arms fold a little tighter into your chest as your eyes fall back on the painting. You're alone, now, the man who had been chatting with you also now distracted by associates.

"Hey," a soft, feminine voice sounds next to you. Seoyeon. Hair loose, but with pretty little plaits running through it, she's wearing white trousers and a fitted blazer. Looks demure as ever. "You okay?"

A simple question that calls for a simple answer - yet it feels all rather complex.

You nod. Say you are. Return the question. She returns your answer.

"Gosh, that's depressing," she says of the artwork, and it makes you laugh. She's not wrong.

"Makes you feel something, at least," you offer, to which she hums in agreement.

"I suppose - but I was feeling perfectly happy before I saw it," she giggles, nudging your shoulder, seemingly aware of your less-than-stellar mood. "Watcha doing over here all alone?"

It's a great question. Fantastic question. Devastating answer.

Oh, so I've been fucking Jeongguk for months and he's convinced himself that I'm carrying his spawn and now he's mad at me because I haven't done the test to confirm nor deny. Oh why? Why I haven't done it? 'Cause it'll change the trajectory of my whole entire life and I'm fucking terrified. And I skip periods all the time. No biggie.

Now isn't the time for such honesties, though.

"Just wanted to read all the names," you say, nodding towards the art.

"See any you recognise?"

"Well, there is a Jimin on the first Wednesday," you grin.

"Why am I not surprised," Seoyeon laughs. "Our very own Casanova. Oh - speak of the devil!"

"Devil?" Jimin questions as he approaches you both with fresh champagne flutes in either hand. "Me? Please. You both know I'm an angel."

The way you incredulously both raise your eyebrows at him, bemused smirks on your faces, would suggest that no, you don't 'know' he's an angel.

"Oh, piss off," he laughs, standing between you both, offering you the champagne flutes. When you decline, he's curious. "Oh? Dry night?"

Nodding, you decide that you'll give as few answers as possible when it comes to your lack of drinking - not that it matters, given how much you've abused your body with star fuckers in recent weeks. Any damage is already, inevitably done.

"One of us needs to be the sensible one," you joke, and ignore the burning gaze you can feel from across the room.

His stare is sweltering, like early May heat after a freezing spring, regardless of the cool air that's currently circulating around the room.

It's stuffy, the way his eyes follow you. Suffocating.

And yet you love the warmth. Want evidence of him on your skin like the burn of a summer sun.

Turning your head as Seoyeon and Jimin natter, you're surprised to find his shamelessly dark eyes still on you.

Hair pushed back, he's wearing it shorter than usual. It takes you a moment to realise it's been cut. You think a part of you dies from such a devastating loss - but it's revitalised within the same millisecond. It's criminal how handsome he looks. How mature he seems. Jaw tense, bone structure highlighted, he's a vision. Heaven. Ethereal.

Matching your all black attire, there's one keen difference. One that throws you off entirely: his jacket. It's one you've never seen before. Red. A kaleidoscope of different tones. Dappled, they bleed into one another. You can tell it's expensive. Tell it's being worn with a purpose.

It's unusual for him, and yet he holds a beauty that can only be compared to that of Venus herself. The jacket was made for him.

But you don't like the idea that maybe actually it was made for him, by the only seamstress you know. See no other reason for him to own such an item.

Stupidly, it upsets you how good red looks on him. Pisses you off.

Across the circle of people he stands with is the seamstress herself.

Just as you match him with your silky black dress, she matches him with her scarlet nails and deep ruby cocktail number. Gorgeous in the way that her hair effortlessly waves over her shoulders, she pays your judgemental eyes no notice.

They look good together. Like they belong. A good girl. Upper class. Bad boy. Her bit of 'rough'. Jeongguk likes a good Romeo and Juliet type story. You're sure he loves the romanticisation of their coupling.

So caught up in your own head, you almost miss the way Jimin deliberately chooses to include you in on the conversation once more. Just asks your opinion on the piece, then asks if you know the artist. He wants to check that he's not the Jimin scrawled into the pill packet.

"I'll find out," you promise him - but you're certain he's not. Park Jimin isn't exactly the most unique of names, but you don't want to hurt his ego.

"Legend," he grins, before roping Namjoon in for his opinion on whether or not it's his name.

"It's nothing to be proud of," Namjoon assure him. "If it's you, you're being branded as a hit it and quit it kinda guy. You're only on there once. Most of them are on their a few times. You not good enough for round two?"

Scoffing, Jimin looks to you for defence.

You just smile. Make your excuses and leave. Bless him.

As beautiful as the show is, there's a sadness to it. It revives unpleasant memories. Provokes parts of your brain that have been well trained to not make a noise.

Schmoozing with some of the higher ups from Shilla finances, you're going for the hard sell. Telling them all about Taehyung, and how he's hotly tipped to be one of the most successful artists of this generation.

It's all bullshit, of course, but someone has to have that title. Why shouldn't it be him?

"He certainly does have a gift," one of the older men acknowledges. His name evades you now, but you remember him from networking events with Seokjin. Would always treat the serving staff with kindness, which is more than could be said for most of them. It's the only reason you're entertaining the conversation - the other men you recognise from those events have been avoided by you at all costs.

You're about to call Taehyung over, when the looming intrusion of a bowing gentleman makes itself known in your personal space. It's his presence you notice first. Aftershave second. Stoic, burly voice third.

"Director Choi," he interjects from behind you. "It's good to see you here."

Smiling, with just as much kindness as he shows to everyone, Choi nods back. "Kim Seokjin! I didn't realise you'd be here tonight."

"Ah, well," Seokjin smiles. You can hear it in his tone, even if you daren't turn to face him. Your skin suddenly chills as his large hands rest over the tops of your bare shoulders. "Was back in town, and couldn't miss it. You're speaking with the city's best curator."

The way he squeezes your shoulders, skin on skin, makes you want to be sick. It's as if you've had far too much of the champagne you've been turning down all evening - but your stomach is empty. All you'd be able to do is gag.

Yet your body is entirely frozen.

And neither of the men care enough to notice.

"It's quite the collection," Choi nods, but doesn't keep his focus on you. Like the serving staff, he's always polite to you, but will always see you as a second-class citizen. You're not a man. He doesn't respect you. As human? Yes, he does. But as a person? Why would he waste his time if he can't profit off of you? "Tell me Seokjin, how have you been? I hear your department is up by 3.7% this week?"

The conversation around you is stuffy, like that sticky summer heat clinging to your skin once more. It's unpleasant, but inescapable. There's nothing you can do, except let it ruin you.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

Repeat.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

There's a squeeze of Seokjin's hands; a silent instruction to not move your shoulders so much.

Half a breath in. Half a breath out.

You've an inability to focus on anything other than basic survival.

In the times you've seen Seokjin since the breakup, he's always been so good at acting as if it never happened. He touches you just the same. Speaks with just as much fondness that always made you think you actually meant something to him.

For so long, you wished he would be like that with you in public. Would proudly claim you as his own.

But now that he is, all you want is for him to look at you with remorse. Regret.

Sort of like Jeongguk is doing, as he spots you from across the room. Was just doing his quarter-of-an-hourly checks to make sure you're still okay - even if he is annoyed with you. Thinks that anyone who has ever spent even a smidgeon of time with you should know that the look in your eyes is far from okay.

They're downcast. To the floor. Your nostrils flare ever so gently as you inhale. Mouth forms a delicate pout as you exhale. Breathing exercises. He recognises them instantly. They're the same ones Jeongguk does when he's frustrated and trying his damn hardest to not break another display case.

It's been working lately. Not a permanent fix, no, but it's been going okay. Has finally been reading one of Namjoon's self-help books that's been on his bedside table for months. Fills the time that should be spent on you doing that, instead.

But Jeongguk thinks all of his hard work might just go down the fucking drain when he realises what's happening. When he notices exactly who has a possessive grip on you. When, from across the room, he hears Seokjin laughing at some vapid joke that he knows mustn't be even remotely funny.

"Hey, Dan," he calls over to your best friend, breaking her from her conversation with Taehyung. When she looks at Jeongguk, she follows the direction in which he nods.

She gasps. Drops her hold on Taehyung's forearm, and doesn't hesitate to beeline straight for you.

Jeongguk knows it should have been him - but he also knows you're stubborn. Knows you might have chosen to stay put just to spite him. Also knows that stress if bad for the body. Says so in another one of those webMD tabs open on his phone. You're stressed enough as it is. Don't need him causing a scene. Danbi is what you need right now.

Not him.

But he needs air - so heads out towards the stairwell and just keeps on going up. Up and up, until there's nowhere left to go. Closer and closer to the stars. Further and further away from his very own.

Elbows resting on the wall of the rooftop, Jeongguk lets a deep-rooted sigh exhale from his body. Lungs heavy in his chest, he's in need of respite - yet even that seems like an unattainable goal these days.

He wishes to be back in Busan; where the sun shines and so do you.

The darkness of the city envelopes him, now, much like it obscures his heart. Confuses it. Tells him all sorts of lies. She loves you. She loves you not. She loves you. She loves you not. He's not sure what's the truth, anymore.

He's not plucked at daisy petals since he was a kid, but he does occasionally pull glitter from his skin. That's when the rhyme repeats. That's how he knows he only has space in his heart for you.

And so when the bustling sound of the city is interrupted by a voice that isn't yours, he frowns.

"Watcha doing up here, buddy?"

The roll of Jeongguk's eyes is so damn weighted he's surprised it doesn't sound like stones are being turned. Of all the people he wants to be alone with right now, Hayun would be towards the bottom of the list. Likely beaten only by your shitbag of an ex.

"Needed some air," he lies. Doesn't look at her as she takes the space beside him, then shuffles over a little. Doesn't wanna touch her. The intrusion of her perfume is enough to make him feel sick. Has done ever since she approached him in the courtyard of Dionysus.

"Could have gone for a smoke with Tae," she says all rather pleasantly.

Jeongguk is well aware of this. Truth be told, he could do with a cigarette. Could do with many things right now.

Could do with a few shots, or even a high. MDMA, maybe. Something that'll have him thinking death is inevitable before he manages to reach his come up. Could spend the whole night pinging. Wouldn't have to think about you, or your ex, or the fact his heart already feels like it's got a little ecstasy running through it these days.

But you're not drinking, and so Jeongguk isn't smoking. Is finally actually trying to make some good decisions for a change, to atone for all of his questionable ones.

He shakes his head. Bunches his face up ever so slightly. Is dismissive as he simply says, "Didn't fancy it."

Just like he doesn't fancy engaging in this conversation.

She nods, pretending to care. Fabricating a persona that matches how awfully pretty she is. "You don't seem like yourself."

Mentally, Jeongguk sneers. Physically, he remains unchanged. Statuesque.

"You've been saying that ever since you came back," he eventually sighs. Looks over to her. Doesn't mean to be so cold, but frankly no longer has the patience. "You can't fuck people over and expect them to welcome you back with open arms. Doesn't work like that, Yun."

Hayun's laugh is parasitic. Gets under his skin. Crawls about. Makes him feel sick. His body rejects it.

"She's inside your head," is all she says. "Never used to be like this before she came around."

In the far distance, a police siren sounds. It's swallowed up by the fumes of rattling exhaust pipes and the posing arrival of planes from foreign lands. In a city that never rests, Jeongguk thinks it mad that Hayun expected him to remain exactly as he was.

Doesn't even register what she says about you. Pays it no attention.

"I don't wanna keep doing this, Hayun," Jeongguk says quietly.

It's strange, because he knows it's the 'right' thing to do, but it still doesn't feel entirely correct.

Years of knowing her - of loving her - have been reduced to nothing but resentment and wasted time. Everything he experienced with her equates to emptiness. The good - of which there was plenty - and the bad - of which there was marginally more.

"What do you mean?" she asks, as if she doesn't already know.

"I don't wanna pretend like we're still friends," he simply states. "It's doing nobody any favours."

It's something he should have said a long time ago. Something he's known for far longer than he's wanted to admit. Something Jimin has been telling him for years.

"Gguk," she tries, and reaches out for his hand - but Jeongguk tears it away from her.

"No," he reaffirms. Is setting boundaries. Is being as firm with her as he wishes you'd be with Seokjin. He keeps his voice measured. Sensible. Wastes no more energy than is needed. "I'll be perfectly cordial with you, but I'm not gonna act like we're anything more than strangers. Said it yourself, you don't know who I am these days. Please stop trying to find whoever you think I used to be."

"So I guess the marriage pact is vetoed?" She tries to joke. Thinks that making light of the situation will ease things. Make them less awkward.

He doesn't dignify her with a direct response to that. Instead, he stands a little straighter. Taps his ringed fingers against the wall so that a clunky pat sounds against the urethane coating that covers the entire roof area. Turns to face her. Looks down upon her. "I'm asking you nicely, Hayun - but if I have to ask again, I won't be."

There's nothing she can say to reel him back in. Not anymore. Not like she used to. She knows this. Hates this.

But one thing Hayun refuses to ever do is embarrass herself. Not for a man. Especially not for one she didn't even want that badly in the first place.

That's exactly the issue at hand, though. He was always the one chasing her. Always. Must have worn through a hundred pairs of shoes in pursuit of her - but he's stopped running now, and she can't quite wrap her head around it.

"Okay," she simply says. Smiles. It's insincere. Jeongguk doesn't realise this, 'cause it looks like every other fuckin' smile she's ever cast his way. "Look, emotions are high. I won't take this to heart. Whenever you're ready, you know where to find me."

Glancing over to the door, Hayun's ruby-red lips falter. Her smile almost cracks, but she holds herself well.

"Oh, goodie," Hayun hums. "Suppose I should leave you to it."

Jeongguk doesn't follow her gaze. Knows that there's only one person who could evoke such a reaction - and right now, he's annoyed with you, too.

He does, at least, say, "I suppose you should."

It's not until Hayun begins to strut away that Jeongguk turns to the door. Not to watch her walk away, no.

To watch you walk towards him, instead - but you don't.

You stay leant against the door frame. There's a sultry smile on your lips, and he's surprised to see they move a little as Hayun approaches. He can't hear you, but he knows your lips almost better than he knows his own. Can work out exactly what you're saying.

Lipstick's a little smudged.

Jeongguk knows that it absolutely is not - but the way Hayun's hand lifts to her lips suggests that she doesn't know this.

It's evident you're trying to evoke some sort of insecurity in her. Seems to have worked. Also seems to be incredibly mean-spirited - but he's not gonna hold it against you. Knows that it's the least Hayun deserves. It's not like he was exactly kind to Seokjin upon meeting him, either.

The sounds of the city echo out around you as a small breeze carries the scent of the trees that are finally starting to rebloom after a harsh winter. There's hope to be found in the darkness of this night. The promise of rebirth.

Or at least there is, until you begin to make excuses to leave.

"Just came up for some air," you explain, not looking to engage in conversation with him. If anything, you just feel like you're losing your breath.

He nods. Purses his lips. Turns away from you. Hopes you'll come to join him.

There's a you-sized spot right beside him. Hayun had tried forcing her way in, but the fit just wasn't right.

His broad shoulders widen as his elbows rest back upon the wall, body silhouetted in the skyline. Something about him today feels so new. So different. Maybe it's just the hair - but hair holds history. You feel like he's cut you out of his. Is starting afresh, maybe.

Whatever the case, he's clearly not concerned in inviting you into his current narrative. Is quite literally blocking you out.

You had arrived to find him locked in conversation with Hayun. Engaged. He'd watched her walk away, and the moment she was gone, couldn't stand the sight of you, or so it seems.

And so as Jeongguk waits - wishes - for you to walk towards him and slink your arm around his waist, you decide to cut your losses. Hadn't even come up to the roof to see him. Had been hoping to be alone after the whole Seokjin debacle.

It's not like you hadn't known Seokjin would be in attendance tonight.

He had messaged you to confirm the date. You just hadn't expected him to waltz in like a proud partner, parading you around in front of his colleagues.

So yeah, you had been shocked. Had been unable to respond in a way that accurately conveyed how you felt. Had panicked. Had cried in the storage room that Danbi had dragged you into while she gave you a pep talk and wiped away your stray tears, before suggesting you get some air.

You wonder if perhaps she knew Jeongguk would be here. Seems likely, knowing her.

Your lip trembles as you go to speak, unspoken words vibrating between them. There's no sound. Just the city. The cars, and the revellers from a bar a few blocks down. Jazz music echoing up the stairs to the rooftop, too.

And then there's Jeongguk's voice. Quiet. Controlled. Commanding.

"The first bird," he says. Looks down as he does so. Builds his confidence, then turns around to look at you. Is displeased to see your body facing away from him now, about to walk away - as if you hadn't instantly turned your head to look at him. "The first one. We went to the water park. Some guy looked at you in a way you didn't like, and you went straight on over and told him to stop being a perv. Remember?"

Of course you do.

But you say nothing. Do nothing. Just turn your body. Let him know you're listening. He continues.

"You know your limits, B. You know your boundaries."

You nod, now. Still stay silent.

Jeongguk's jaw grates, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. You're avoiding his confrontation, just like you've been avoiding all talks of anything serious since that day at the cafe.

And it's pissing him off.

"So why do you let him overstep them?" Jeongguk continues - and finally, this accusation gets a rise from you.

"I don't let him do anything," you scoff - and then you accuse. "You're the one I've just found hiding up on the rooftop with your ex. What about those boundaries, huh?"

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Turns away from you. Looks out over the city, and wishes it would swallow him whole. "You've got no fuckin' idea, B. No idea."

"So then tell me!" You say, as if it's as easy as reciting your ABC's. "I'm not a mind reader-"

"And nor am I!" He says sternly, but doesn't raise his voice any higher than yours. "You've spent half the week ignoring me, only for you to barely even look at me now. You're not even wearing any glitter -"

"Why does that even matter?" You interrupt, unsure exactly of what he's trying to say.

Is the lack of glitter intentional? Yes.

Is it for the reasons he assumes? Probably not.

"'Cause we both know he fuckin' hates it," he snaps, decidedly far more pissed off now that he's speaking his thoughts into existence. "We both know you didn't wear it because of him in the past. So for you to show up with no glitter? Let him leech all over you? After he sent you all those fucking roses, and you won't fucking talk to me? Tell me what I'm supposed to think, huh?"

"Why does it even matter to you?" You fight back. It takes two to tango, and he seems to know the steps pretty fucking well. "You've been ignoring me too-"

"It matters to me because you might be fucking pregnant, B!"

Silence shatters around you both. Steals any words that could be said in the wake of such a declaration.

You roll your eyes. Do a fantastic job at pretending as if you don't feel like your world is caving in on itself.

"No, you don't get to treat me like I'm being irrational when you've been drinking cranberry juice all evening," he scathes, the frustrated gestures of his hands letting you know just how upset he is - and rightly so. "You don't get to act like you've not been thinking about it too."

"We don't even know if I'm pregnant-"

"And who's fault is that?!

"Gguk-"

"No, you're being such an asshole about this, B. This doesn't affect just you. This affects me too, okay?

Shaking his head, Jeongguk turns away from you. The way you're behaving is so unlike you, or so he thought. Maybe he didn't know you as well as he thought. Maybe he did get wrapped up in fallacies of you; in the what if.

"I fucking defended you," he says quietly. Isn't even sure if you can hear him. Doesn't care. Shakes his head and lets it dip between his disappointed shoulders. You'd be forgiven for think he was giving his next words careful thought. In all reality, he just starts ranting. "When he was at the tennis club, and was chatting shit, I defended you. Me . And yet you're more concerned with keeping up appearances for him ."

"You did what ?"

Now that he's started, Jeongguk can't stop. Not when he turns around. Not when he looks at you. Not when he starts to walk towards you.

"I insinuated we were together to get him to shut the fuck up," Jeongguk scoffs, thinking about his former self. Is embarrassed, now. Is letting his frustrations show because fuck it . He's hurting . Feels like a deer bleeding out on the side of a road, left to rot by some asshole driver who rammed straight into him at a hundred miles per hour. "So he's out here, showing up to your event, putting moves on you - even though he thinks you're with someone else - and you're fucking giving him the green light. Real fuckin' nice of him. A stand up guy. Respect must be his middle name. You really know how to pick 'em, B."

"Literally, how was I supposed to know any of that?!" You ask, eyes wide, brows furrowed. These new revelations are just as devastating as they are infuriating. All you can do is repeat a previous sentiment. "I'm not a fucking mind reader!"

But Jeongguk's irate now. Comical, almost, in how he downplays his anger.

"Oh, well, forgive me for assuming that you wouldn't bend to your exes every fucking whim!" He exclaims, a sarcastic smile on his face that snaps to a scowl within an instant. "I didn't think it was important because I thought you were beyond that point-"

"You're being cruel," you interrupt him, because he is. He knows how hard you've worked. Has been with you every step of the way - but this is how he views you?

"Me?" He laughs. It's cold.

"Yes," you say. "You."

"Nah." He shakes his head. Casts his eyes to the floor, 'cause looking at you like this only makes him feel even more frustrated with the current state of affairs. "Cruel is what Seokjin's doing right now - but you're giving him a free pass."

"I'm not. I don't want him leeching all over me," you say quietly, ashamed, turning away from him as you walk across the roof. Crouching, you bundle yourself up protectively, as if it'll make a difference. As if you can shield yourself from your friendship with Jeongguk as it comes crashing down on you both.

The only thing that makes any fucking sense to either of you right now is that you'd do it all again.

He'd ruin the friendship a million times over.

Not because he doesn't care, or because he's okay with losing you. Quite the opposite.

He'd ruin the friendship because - fuck it - that isn't what this is. The friendship flew out the window months ago. Maybe he was too late to realise it. Maybe he should have tried to claw it back in - but what use would that have been? It would have been wounded. Scratched to smithereens. Damaged.

Standing up straight, you curse at the sky. Are saddened by how few stars are out. Feels like they're shying away. Maybe they're ashamed, too.

"I have to head back," you say. Are defeated as you turn to face Jeongguk. "Tae's doing his speech, soon."

Jeongguk nods. Looks to the floor. Doesn't want you to go. Knows he hasn't exactly done anything to make it worth staying.

Both struggling with the current state of affairs, there's no one to blame. Joint bad decisions have led you here.

But he wants you close. Wants things to feel normal. Is willing to do anything.

"Look, your ex is down there being a prick," Jeongguk sighs. He waits for a moment. Lets you work out what he's gonna say in your own head. Wants to see your reaction before any of his bias comes into play. "He thinks we're together.... The best way to get him off your back?"

Your lips part ever so slightly. A crease forms between your brows, but your eyes remain kind. "Gguk..."

Shrugging, he plays off the weight of a suggestion he hasn't even vocalised yet. "He thinks we're together. Makes sense for us to act like we are."

For reasons you can't explain, the idea of other people seeing you and Jeongguk act intimately towards one another fills you with fear. It's not like it's an abhorrent thing - but to see the way your friends look at you as you present yourselves as a couple is to see their genuine reaction to it. If they're disgusted, you'll know that you're not suited. If they're elated, it will only play into these weird feelings that you've been having and are so desperately trying to avoid.

Eyes scanning him, you try and work out what he thinks of it all. If he's disgusted, you could probably live with that.

If he's elated?

Makes you feel queasy. Scared.

He holds out his hand. Knocks his head to the side. "C'mon. Face those fears of yours. Hold my hand."

It's bizarre, how Jeongguk has quite literally licked your arse, and yet this feels like the most obscene thing he's ever asked of you.

When you arrive back in the main room, Jeongguk stands behind you, ever so slightly to the side. Loops his arm around your waist. It's unintentional, the way his hand comes to rest over your stomach. Fingers splayed, he pulls your back to his chest, and you pretend like you're able to stand up straight without his support. Pretend as if the world around you isn't caving in on itself.

It wouldn't matter, even if it was. You're safe here. Safe with him.

And yet you insist on pushing him away.

"I wouldn't stand like this with a boyfriend," you say. "Too overbearing."

"Well, I would stand with a girlfriend like this," he assures you. The fingers that aren't firmly keeping your stomach protected come to your chin. Encourage it to the side. Get you looking at him. "I'd stand with her like this," he whispers, glances behind you so briefly that you almost miss it. "And when her ex boyfriend is looking in our direction - of which he is now - I'd kiss her."

"That wouldn't be very professional," you whisper.

"No," he acknowledges. "I don't suppose it would be."

He pulls away.

"I'll let you get on," he says. "The second he even so much as breathes in your direction, you come to me."

"Gguk-"

"You make your excuses and you come to me."

"I can handle it."

"Fine then," he shrugs. Begins to turn away, but makes sure to say, "I'll come to you."

And despite the deep-rooted need for you to prove yourself, there's a stranger sitting next to your determination. She goes by the name of Desire. And all she does is fucking laugh.

As Jeongguk rejoins his usual crowd, he's met with silence.

"Hmm?" He hums, reaching over for the glass Jimin is holding. Doesn't know what he's drinking. Doesn't ask. Downs it. Hands it back. "What are we talking about?"

Mouths a little ajar, neither Taehyung nor Danbi quite know what to make of what's happening, nor the foul mood that so clearly has a grip on their friend.

"Riveting," Jeongguk says sarcastically, when the silence lasts for a little too long. "No, really. Please go on."

But then, right on cue, Seokjin is heading in your direction, and Jeongguk may as well be bleeding through his tear ducts, given how red his sight is.

Bolting for you, Jeongguk almost knocks into one of the waiting staff. Spends a short moment apologising, then makes sure to interact with the people standing behind you. Has never seen them before in his life. Has no idea who they are - yet he greets them like old friends. Wants Seokjin to question his place. Wants him to think that Jeongguk is so much more important than he actually is.

And when he arrives to find Seokjin already speaking with you?

Yeah. Ain't no way he's letting him win.

Jeongguk does not give a fuck. Does not care about the opinions of anyone else. The world around him is burning red, flames that refuse to flicker out - and you crash through them like a beam of white light. A shooting star that offers the promise of something better. Something new.

Imposing in his stance, Jeongguk comes to stand beside you. Offers his hand out to Seokjin.

"Ah! Seojoon," he says, deliberately getting the wrong name, and not caring that maybe it's indicative of the fact your former fling has also been on his mind. Fine! Maybe he's obsessed with the fact other people have more of a claim on your romantic history than he does. Sue him. "We met at the golf course, remember?"

Seokjin doesn't correct Jeongguk on the incorrect name, nor the incorrect location. Knows exactly what he's doing. Shakes his hand.

"Jeongguk, yes. You had to run off pretty quick, no? Didn't get a chance to rally."

Oh, but we did, Jeongguk thinks. Knows it's a good job he didn't stick around. Would have probably thrown a racquet at Seokjin's face. Accidentally.

"Mm," Jeongguk nods. Protectively grips the nape of your neck. "Had plans. Maybe next time."

Seokjin nods. "Maybe."

The tension between the men is getting thicker.

Soon, you won't be able to breathe.

So you smile towards your ex, and say, "Excuse us."

Which only serves to piss Jeongguk off. This is your shot. Your chance to show Seokjin how little you care - and instead, you want to run away. Un-fucking-believable.

Still he smiles at Seokjin, as if he knows something that he doesn't. Wants him questioning this interaction for weeks. Regretting. Lamenting.

"See you around," Jeongguk says pleasantly, as you lead him down the hallway, your pace getting angrier with each step. He rolls his eyes. Knows you're gonna wanna fight, and thinks fuck it. Will just let it happen this time. Can't be fucked with keeping the peace.

The janitor's closet you had visited with Danbi is down this hallway, and it's where you're headed. Want privacy. Need it.

Especially 'cause Jeongguk's spouting off like a facetious twat before you're even inside. "Worst fake girlfriend I've ever had."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to pretend to be your fucking girlfriend!" You hiss quietly once you're inside, as Jeongguk knocks across the latch on the door, as if anyone else would even think to be in a janitor's closet right now.

You only know the door passcode from when you had been setting up, and even that was a lucky guess. Had just tried the code that works for another door in the gallery when Danbi had dragged you here, too.

"Well, it's not that fucking hard!" He hisses back, trying the handle just to make sure it doesn't open.

"Apparently it is!" You reply childishly.

Turning to face you, Jeongguk is obscured by the lack of light coming in through the small window on the back wall. You can barely see one another, 'cause neither of you have flicked the light on - and quite frankly, you don't want to. It's easier to fight when you can't see how delicate he looks, or how handsome his jaw is when it flexes out of frustration.

"Oh fuck off," he laughs, but it isn't humorous. "Even the caricature artist in Busan had to ask if we were a couple. We are perfectly capable of looking like one."

"I'm sure she asks everyone that!"

"Oh, piss off-"

"Fine!" You say defiantly, barging past him. If he wants you to piss off, then you will. He's the one who got you into this mess. Frankly, you don't give a shit at this point - but the door won't budge. Lock won't move. You yank on the door, as if that will help.

For all of Jeongguk's internalised frustration, he smirks, now. Folds his arm. Perches his ass on the counter by the sink.

Trying to prize the latch open, you're stupidly worried about breaking a nail - but you refuse to ask for help. Look to the side for something you can use for leverage. Can only see mops. Half think about throwing one at Jeongguk.

He doesn't interrupt your struggle. Doesn't tell you that there's a second latch towards the top of the door.

"If you don't let me out, then God help me, Jeongguk, I will scream," you threaten. "I will scream so fucking loudly that everyone hears, and then I'll let you explain why you wouldn't let me out."

Jeongguk laughs. "Go on then."

But you don't. You won't. This is somewhere you hope to work, one day. You can't risk embarrassing yourself over something as pathetic as this.

If you do, then it means Seokjin has won.

Jeongguk is many things. He's frustrating, and confusing, and yet simple and straightforward. He's an oxymoron, and on occasion, just a moron. At the crux of his identity though, is a good human. There is one thing he is not, and that is cruel.

So he stands. Sighs. Walks towards you and leans up to the latch you've neglected to touch. Puts a hand on your waist to steady himself, not that he really needs to. Pulls the lock free. Doesn't let go of your waist, but he isn't keeping you trapped. You're free to fly.

And yet you stay put, breath hitched in your throat, time standing still for a moment.

"Go," Jeongguk says quietly, his raspy voice affecting you in ways that it shouldn't be right now.

But to go would be to give him what he wants - and you absolutely do not want to do that.

Most importantly, you don't want to leave. Would gladly fight with him right now, 'cause at least you're actually talking.

"You go," you reply childishly.

"Me?" He laughs. Comes a little closer. Practically whispers in your ear. "B, you're the one who wanted to go. So, go."

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

He scoffs. "Fine."

It's a childish back and forth. One of you needs to grow up, and take control of the situation - and as Jeongguk's hand grips your waist a little tighter and spins you round, it's evident who is taking that role.

There's a dominant assertion to the way he moves you. You've seen this side of him a few times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

Hands pinned above your head all rather suddenly, a single one of his palms can keep both of your wrists suspended. It's always driven you a little wild before - but he's pissing you off. Every little thing he does will annoy you, now. Even the sexy shit.

In fact, especially the sexy shit.

The hand of his that isn't clamped around your wrists comes to the base of your throat, and you can't help but gasp a little in surprise.

His voice is deep and low as he tells you to 'say chess.'

But you shake your head. Won't do a damn thing he tells you. "No."

He grips tighter. "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"Fine then," he husks. Presses his knee between your thighs. Spreads them. Drops the hand from your throat to your hips. Get you positioned just right. Pulls you further up his thigh. Encroaches on your personal space.

"Stop acting like you don't know how to fake things." His voice is dulcet. "Your ex should be pretty used to it."

"Hardly the same thing, is it?" You hiss back, but Jeongguk laughs, and presses a kiss to the side of your ear. Then the lobe. Then beneath your ear. Down your throat. Stops only once he reaches your collarbone. Raises his eyes. Looks directly at you.

"I'm gonna make you cum," he tells you with arrogant certainty. "For real. You're not gonna fake that. Gonna make you cum, and then you're gonna hold my hand in front of your ex-boyfriend and fake that like a good girl."

The energy he's radiating is electric; the right amount of jealousy and desire making you the only thing his brain can focus on for longer than a second at a time.

"Gguk-" you gasp as he pushes your hips down. The leverage is crappy, the angle not quite right, but the intention is there.

Jeongguk glances over his shoulder, to check he wasn't imagining the chair he swore he noticed earlier, and almost thanks the God he doesn't believe in when his eyes land on it.

He turns back to face you. Lets your hands drop from above your head. Cups your jaw. Brushes his lips against yours.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you, B?" He says, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Doesn't it let it linger. You don't get a chance to kiss him back, for he's moving you both to the chair. He sits, legs parted, and gets you straddled across his thigh. You're right where he wants you. "You're gonna ride my thigh and cum like a good fuckin' girl."

The satin of your panties rubs against his slacks without him even trying.

Hands beneath your dress, he squeezes at the flesh of your ass, spreading you. Pulls you up his thigh. Lets you build a motion. Encourages it.

He doesn't complain when your hands tangle in his hair. It surprises you at first, just how short it is. You've never experienced it like this. It almost distracts you from what's actually happening.

But then one of his hands comes to toy with your chest as you continue to ride his thigh. The neckline makes it so fucking easy for him. He gets you exposed, but doesn't keep it that way for long. Latches onto your nipple as soon as he fucking can. Groans against you, and then the sensation of his vibrating tongue forces the wetness to seep from your cunt.

Your rhythm against his thigh is well-established, now. Both of his hands are free to tug down on the top of your dress.

It's a pretty dress. Gorgeous, in fact, and you look incredible in it - but all he wants to do is take it off. Wants you naked.

For now, he'll settle with your satin-covered cunt rubbing up against him, and your tits nice and exposed for him to toy with. He's using you for his own gratification, and you're doing just the same.

His tongue flicks against your nipples, hands squeezing your tits firmly together. He sucks. Squeezes. Grazes his teeth. Makes you feel so fucking good. Part of you thinks he'll get you cumming just from the contact of his lips with your hardened nipples - but the way his strong thigh is acting as the perfect ridge? Fuck .

"I'm close," you promise as the pleasure trickles through your bloodstream like warm honey. Sweet, and delicate, there's something about orgasms earned by Jeongguk that always makes you feel like you've ascended. Heaven really is a place on earth. Remarkably, it appears to be in a janitor's closet with all of your closest friends just down the hallway.

Jeongguk nods. Slowly pulls away from your nipples, the suction so pleasurable you can't help but whine. "I won't stop you."

He means it. Keeps your nipples wet with his spit, tongue lapping against them, as your hips buck against him. Your whines get a little deeper. Friction stronger. Breaths needier.

And then, as soon as your body begins to shudder that tell-tale way, he lets his tongue loose.

"That's it, beautiful," he husks. Looks at you with stark adorned eyes. "Come on me like the pretty slut you are. What would they think, huh? If everyone here knew what you were doing? Be louder, baby. Let them know. Let them know how much you like to cum for me."

You whimper his name as your grind begins to ease - but Jeongguk doesn't let it. Uses both of his hands. Grabs your ass. Is intentional with the way he bounces his thigh up against you, forcing the sensation to jolt through you once more. Elbows on his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck, you're whining as he overstimulates you.

"God, I'll cum again," you tell him, teeth grazing his neck. He kinda likes the pain. Likes that he'll be waking up with a hickie, no doubt.

"Good," he grits. Is rough with your body. Wants that second orgasm, and he wants it now.

"Gguk-" you whimper, but can't manage to say anything more, the wave of pleasure taking over you so much faster. Chest heaving, you're unable to do anything other than languidly grind until your body stops. Hearts beating in sync, Jeongguk is so overwhelmed by how good it is to feel you come undone for him, he almost doesn't notice the way you begin to palm his incredibly hard crotch.

"Shit," he hisses. This was supposed to be about you. He shouldn't be letting you do this - and yet he's reaching for his belt. Is frantic as he unbuckles. Opens up his pants. Takes over from you. Dips his hands into his underwear. Wraps his hand around his hard, leaky cock. Smears the precum from his tip all over his head. Wants it in your mouth - but has other, more pressing ideas. "Can you stand for me, baby?"

Barely. Shaky on your legs, you do your best. Let him guide you - thankfully, to the door. Back pressed against it, Jeongguk gets you to hold the skirt of your dress up. Pushes your panties down, but only just enough to expose a small amount of your cunt. They're still around the top of your thighs, slick with evidence of your orgasm.

Jeongguk lines himself up. Rests the head of his cock against the edge of your underwear. Tells you, "I'm gonna cum in them. Gonna cum in your panties, and then you're gonna wear them all fuckin' evening."

"Please," is all you pathetically whimper.

It doesn't take long for him to get there. He's been worked up all week. He wanks himself off for you. Whines. Whispers shit about how hot you are. How much he likes doing shit like this.

Jeongguk grips onto your arm as his climax hits. Body doubling, he has no choice but to let his forehead rest on your shoulder.

"I'm cumming. Fuck. Fuck," Jeongguk curses. Tilts his head. Presses a wet kiss to the base of your neck as his body jolts and the first rope of cum spurts into your underwear. "Fuck, baby."

"That's it," you encourage, obsessed with the way he's whimpering, body all weak and feeble as it shakes for you.

He groans now. Grips his cock even tighter. Milks himself for all he's worth. Fucking ruins your underwear. Lets the top of his cock rub up against your clit. Massages your slick and his cum together. "Fuck."

When he finally pulls away, he says nothing. Immediately pulls his pants up as if he can't believe what he's just done, then pulls your panties up, too. Hooks the sides over your hips, pulling the mess he's made tightly to your soaked cunt. Cups his hand over your heat. Presses. Rubs. Teases little circles over your clit. Presses down more firmly. Builds speed.

"Gguk," you whine, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Again, baby," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Cum again for me."

"I can't," you whine, the overstimulation about to kick in - but he dismisses it. Knows that if you wanted him to stop, you'd say 'chess'.

"You can, baby," he promises. Uses the hand that isn't massaging your clit to angle your jaw. Doesn't even think as he steals a pretty little kiss from your lips. Doesn't realise it begins to send you over the edge. "You're gonna cum like you're mine."

And how can you do anything else but succumb to his demands?

Lips on his, brows furrowed together, he swallows all of your pretty little whines, as your body shudders for him. He keeps you steady. Keeps you supported. Keeps his tongue in your mouth, and his hand rubbing your panties. Doesn't ease up until you pull away from his lips.

"Gguk," you pant. "Please."

Nodding, he eases slowly. Doesn't wanna let go too quickly. Keeps kissing you. Won't stop that. Never wants to stop that. Is still annoyed with you, yes, but knows he has a duty of care, now. Also knows he'd never forgive himself if he didn't take every chance he gets to kiss you.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours, he's spent. You're both panting, both struggling to formulate any words in the wake of such a devastating orgasm.

Brushing a few strands of hair back from your face, Jeongguk closes his eyes. Nudges his nose against yours. Shows a little restraint. Whispers, "You've got a show to return to."

Nodding, you shake a little from his grip. Say nothing as you adjust your dress. Try your best to ignore the thick pool of his cum that's gathered in your panties. The tops of your thighs will end up smeared in the evidence of him, and, quite disgustingly, it only serves to make you even more turned on.

"I'll follow behind you," he promises as he begins to sort himself out, too.

Nodding, you're a little unsure of exactly what to do. You're scared that someone will know. That you'll leak.

"I'm scared," you admit. Explain your worry. He rolls his eyes, but smiles as he does, so.

He tugs on your hands, and props you up against the counter towards the back of the small room. Spreads your legs. Assesses fuckin' nothing, 'cause it's so dark in the room - but knows your pussy almost as well as he knows his own name. Licks to the left of your lips. To the right. Ends in one thick stripe up the centre. Sucks ever so gently once he reaches your clit. Knows that your cunt - your leaky, needy, hole that he loves to stretch out so much - must be going insane from the lack of attention it's getting.

"You'll be okay," he assures you. Stands, and gives your pussy a playful spank. "C'mon. You've got horny old dudes to schmooze."

"Is that gonna get you off?" you tease slightly, your annoyance with him a little subdued.

"Maybe," he shrugs, already knowing it mostly likely will. "You're gonna walk around that gallery covered in my cum, and no one else but us is gonna know it," he smirks, the gravity of what he's just done finally kicking in. Cups your jaw. Presses a kiss to your lips. Husks, "You're gonna go out there and act like you're mine - 'cause right now, you are."

You don't argue against it.

The pair of you meander down the corridor in near silence. His hand is on your back, but your arms are tentatively folded across your chest. Each step is accompanied by your keen ears checking for audible evidence of your sin.

So caught up in your own worries, you don't notice how quiet the gallery itself is. How few people seem to be milling about. How the main lights are on now, and how it only seems to be those wearing 'staff' lanyards within the main space.

Pursing his lips as he realises, Jeongguk tries not to laugh.

"Oh, shit," you whisper, pulling on his wrist so you can check the time on his watch. 10:13. The show was scheduled to finish at 10, but you're sure most people will have filtered out before then. Have no idea what the time was when Jeongguk had dragged you away from the main room.

"S'fine," he mumbles. Grips a little tighter on your waist. Doesn't let you pull away, like he fears you will now that appearances don't need to be kept up.

You don't. Instead, your arms drop from their position over your chest, and reach for his hand, guiding him the direction of the (now unmanned) cloak room.

There's little chatter as you grab your coats - the only ones left there.

"Need to show you something," you mumble, digging into your pockets, and pulling out half a dozen empty tubes.

Jeongguk looks at you with a sense of frayed confusion - but if he were to thread the strings together, he'd see the bigger picture.

Dusted in fine glitter of different colours, the tubes don't seem out of the ordinary for you. Is totally the kind of thing he'd expect to see in your pockets.

Quietly, you grit your teeth together. Suck in a little air. Are embarrassed to admit what you've done.

But the person in front of you is your best friend. Even with judgement will come acceptance. There always is. Honesty is the least you owe him.

"I know I'm not wearing any glitter," you start slowly. Hold the empty tubes up, then toss them into the bin beside the concierge table. Knock your head to the side and encourage him to start walking with you. He does.

He also reaches into his own pocket, and pulls out his car keys. Passes them over to you. "Might be above the limit. Can you drive?"

Glancing over to him, shocked by the request, you double check. "Are you sure?"

He nods. "You can crash at mine. It's fine."

Despite it all, there's still no one else he wants to end the night with. No girl he'd rather take home. Platonic or romantic.

"Sleep, I mean," he adds. "Not physically crash the car. Please don't crash my car."

You just smile. Nod. After the hideousness of the week spent barely talking to him, there's nothing you want more than to just feel like things are still normal.

"So the tubes?" he asks as you reach the car. He lets you unlock it, but adjusts the seat for you before letting you get in. Also puts his jacket down on the cushion, just in case your underwear gives up on protecting your decency.

"Thanks," you say, stroking the side of his waist tenderly as he makes way for you and waits for him to get in before you start the car up. You get onto the main road, and make sure you've got your bearings before finally explaining yourself. "It was plausible deniability. The lack of glitter, I mean. Was deliberate."

"What do you mean?" He asks, reaching for the gearstick. Doesn't care if your hand is on it. Wants to hold it. You ignore his actions. Just let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

"I mean, the less glitter on me, the less credibility Jin would have when it comes to arguing that I'm the person who's emptied half a dozen tubes of glitter into his incredibly expensive formal winter coat."

Jeongguk says nothing for a moment. Plays out the idea of you stealthily depositing millions of glitter specks into a jacket that costs more than his yearly rent. Is slow to ask, "...which pockets?"

And you're slow to reply, "... All the ones I could find. Outside, inside. Secret pocket in the lining."

And then Jeongguk is laughing. Really fucking laughing. Looks over to you, and your bunched up little face, and is overcome a sense of pride he usually only feels for these gallery shows, or when a bird of yours is completed. The kinda pride that is reserved for you, and for your accomplishments.

"Shut up," you giggle now, too. "I know it's childish but-"

"No," he shakes his head. Can't stop smiling. "It's brilliant. Dunno if you've heard, but apparently glitter is a bitch to get out."

"Yeah," you grin. "I've been told that a few times."

And suddenly the events of the evening seem to feel less burdensome. Warmer. More pleasant.

You don't bother with small talk, and nor does he. Are just happy to exist together, and this state of ease lasts right up until you're in his apartment, shoes off, standing a little awkwardly in his living room.

Jimin is out. Everyone is. There are a million messages in your group chat asking where you are. You'll just reply in the morning. Too busy, now.

"I need to shower," you say, a little timid.

Jeongguk nods. "Same."

"Join me?"

To your surprise, he hesitates.

"You're the reason I need one in the first place," you remind him. "Please."

He looks down. Shakes his head. "I don't trust us."

"Nor do I," you tell him. "But this whole thing has been hell on earth, Gguk. I've hated it."

"Me too."

"I don't think..." you sigh. Don't want to share your conclusion, but know you need to. "I don't think careless fucking around is worth it. It's definitely not worth losing you."

"So what are you saying?"

Gesturing towards yourself, you grimace a little. "I'm saying we sort out the current... mess. Get showered. Whatever. Head to the pharmacy in the morning for the emergency pill, just in case - and then a few days from now, I'll take an actual test. Just wanna make sure my system is settled, first. And then, providing it all goes well, we sort ourselves out. Stop fucking around."

Jeongguk says nothing. Just sort of looks at you as if you've just hung up a new star in the sky, or something absurd like that. Nods. "Alright."

You're well aware that you shouldn't look at Jeongguk in the way that you do; that you shouldn't stand in his living room, and let the dress that you've been hoping would keep him focused on you all night drop to the floor.

He's well aware that he shouldn't look at you in the way that he does; like you're some kind of star to wish upon.

And yet you both do. He wishes. You grant his wishes.

There's a mess to clean up in the morning. Jeongguk can't shake the look on the faces of his friends from his mind. Knows that you need to cover your tracks.

But for now, he doesn't care.

Your dress is on the floor, and his heart is yours.

Though he'll always define you as his best friend, he knows that the way he wants you goes beyond the scope of that. Knows that there's no going back.

"Byeol," he whispers.

"Koo," you whisper right back.

He smiles. Shakes his head. "I love it when you call me that."

You nod. smile, too. "I love the way you smile when I call you that."

He's right not to trust the pair of you together. Right to assume that a shower is a bad decision. Right to think that the second he has you naked, he won't care about the consequences.

Quite frankly, he couldn't give a fuck. Skin on skin, he indulges in you. The way you feel, the way you sound. Pretends like it's normal, holding your waist as he peppers kisses up your neck. Tells himself it's not unusual for friends to let their hands roam. It's all about trust. Mutual adoration. Desire. Want. Careful carelessness.

You don't kiss him, at least. Not in the shower.

No, you don't kiss him... until you're in his sheets.

Neither of you got dressed after the shower. Went to bed naked with the promise of sleep - and yet somehow you're straddled across his lap at two in the morning, hips slowly grinding to get the feeling of fullness you love so much from Jeongguk.

"After this-" you husk into his lips, but he breaks your sentence with yet another kiss. You don't mind. "After this, we've gotta start taking shit carefully."

He nods. "Mhmm. Whatever you say."

"Gguk-"

"Byeol, please," he smiles. "I'm literally inside you. Can you at least wait until we're done to give me ultimatums?"

Laughing, you cup his jaw. Kiss him again, just because you want to. Because you can. "Yeah. My bad."

Sitting back up, Jeongguk watches on in a state of adoration as your body moves for him. So often the one to take the lead, he's letting you have control, now. Letting you ride him. Letting himself succumb to everything you are.

"Shit," he whines, back arching, head pressing into his pillows. Fingers gripping your hips, he thrashes his own upwards. Thrusts up into you like a man possessed. Gets your body all weak and feeble from the overwhelming pleasure he's delivering - and when your hand dips to toy with your clit? Oh, it doubles. Trebles.

"You're so fucking hot," he tells you. "Yeah. Play with yourself for me. That's it, baby."

Panting, you tap on his chest with your spare hand. "Hips. Slow."

He does what he's told even if he absolutely doesn't want to. Let you bounce slowly. Reaches up to hold one of your tits as you do so. Wants them in his mouth. Finds himself grinning when he thinks of how much he's changed since you first started fucking around together.

"God, I fuckin' love this," he whines a little mindlessly. Doesn't bother clarifying what 'this' is.

The hand of yours that's wrapped around his wrist begins to tighten. Nails dig in. Tiny pretty whines of satisfaction escape your lips. Eyes close. Speed of the hand rubbing circles on your clit increases. Sitting on his cock, he's keeping you stretched. Full. Lets you do whatever the fuck you like, 'cause he knows you're working your way up. Loves to watch it more than anything. Gets himself off sometimes thinking about it.

Leaning forward a little, you reach for his phone. Slide it open to his camera.

He narrows his eyes. "Whatcha doing there?"

Whiney as you manage to speak, Jeongguk thinks you must be a direct descendant of Aphrodite. "Giving you permission," you hum, passing his phone back to him, already recording.

He looks to the screen, a little red button in the middle and a time running through on the top. Raises his brow. "Sure?"

You're putting on a show for him, yes, but none of it is faked. This is as real as it gets.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he husks as he can feel your walls tighten. "Like that. Like that. Fuck ." Pulses his hips ever so slightly. Sneaks his hand to join yours. Takes over. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Yeah. Yeah, that's it, babe."

"Gguk, I'm so close."

"I know," he coos. "Let yourself. I'm here."

"You're so big," you tell him, just so he has evidence of it. Know it will do his ego wonders. "Makes me feel so good."

"Show me how good it feels. Cum for me. Please. I need this. Need you ."

And when you finally do?

Oh, it's glorious.

"There she is," Jeongguk praises. Doesn't bother to stop recording. Tosses his phone to the side. Pulls you in for a million kisses. "God, you're so pretty when you cum. So fuckin' pretty."

His hips continue to gently rock, his orgasm far less violent than yours. You only really know it's happening cause he grunts. Gets a little breathless. Hugs around your back as his legs begin to shake, and eventually he manages to shakily whisper, "it's yours. All yours."

You just assume he means his cock, or cum, or something vulgar like that - and while it would be correct, it's not what he means. Not at all.

He holds you as you sleep that night. Has no interest in pretending like he wants to be less than what you are right now.

But come the morning, you're cracking jokes together like you've never nearly made declarations you'd never be able to take back. Hang out, as if he wouldn't rather eat you out. Make a to-do list. Laugh, as it's titled 'Fixing the Star-Fuckers Fuck-Up'.

You make a trip out of the list. Go to a pharmacy a few towns over. Grab a drive-thru Maccies breakfast. Get absolutely slated when you order a Shanghai Snack Wrap instead of a classic egg McMuffin.

"Can't believe we're friends," Jeongguk says, disgusted by the fact you're choosing to have something from the all-day menu. "Can't believe we fuck ."

"Fucked," you remind him, and remember that you've a pill you need to take. Pop it out of the foil, and swallow it down with a chug of Jeongguk's drink. "Past tense."

"Yeah, sorry," Jeongguk grins. It's easier to pretend like the idea of not fucking doesn't phase him. "My bad."

His pretty grin swiftly disappears three days later as he paces around your apartment living room, waiting on the result from a little pink stick that's sitting on top of your toilet. You're in the living room, too. Don't wanna check it. Nor does he.

So you play rock paper scissors.

Jeongguk loses.

And as you nervously await your fate, all you hear from your bathroom is a single word.

"Fuck."

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Imagine Jin e Namjoon

S/N sempre foi o tipo de pessoa que mantinha a vida sob controle. Com uma rotina impecável entre faculdade e estágio, ele jamais imaginava que algo ou alguém fosse desviá-lo de seu caminho. Isso, claro, mudou completamente quando conheceu Kim Seokjin e Kim Namjoon.

A primeira vez que S/N viu Seokjin foi em um final de tarde, enquanto tentava se desconectar dos estudos tomando um café na pequena cafeteria da esquina. Jin trabalhava como barista e chamava a atenção de todos por seu rosto angelical e seu humor cativante.

— Um cappuccino especial para a pessoa mais bonita deste café. — Jin sorriu, colocando a bebida na mesa de S/N.

S/N, surpreso, olhou ao redor antes de perceber que o comentário era para ele. — Ah… Obrigado. Você é sempre assim tão direto?

— Apenas quando vejo algo que vale a pena. — Jin piscou, antes de voltar ao balcão.

Mal sabia S/N que, na mesa ao lado, Namjoon estava observando tudo com curiosidade. Cliente habitual e amante de livros, ele era o oposto de Jin: quieto, introspectivo e mais confortável com palavras escritas do que faladas. Contudo, naquela tarde, ele sentiu uma necessidade estranha de se aproximar.

Quando Jin voltou para o balcão, Namjoon olhou para S/N, gesticulando para o livro aberto à sua frente. — Se você precisa de companhia para o café, posso sugerir um bom livro. — Ele disse, com um sorriso educado.

S/N riu, achando engraçada a diferença de abordagem. — Obrigado. Parece que hoje é meu dia de sorte: café especial e recomendações literárias.

Nas semanas seguintes, S/N voltou à cafeteria várias vezes, e foi aí que as coisas começaram a sair do controle. Jin, sempre animado e carismático, fazia de tudo para agradá-lo. Ele decorava os pedidos de S/N, escrevia bilhetes engraçados no copo e até fazia piadas para arrancar risadas dele.

— Aqui está o seu café. Sabe por que ele está tão quente? Porque combina com você. — Jin disse, com um sorriso presunçoso.

S/N balançava a cabeça, mas não conseguia evitar o riso. — Um dia você vai ser demitido por flertar com os clientes, Jin.

— Se for por sua causa, vale a pena. — Ele respondeu, piscando.

Namjoon, por outro lado, era mais sutil, mas não menos empenhado. Ele começou a reservar o assento ao lado de S/N sempre que o via na cafeteria, aproveitando cada oportunidade para conversar.

— Precisa de ajuda com isso? — Ele perguntou uma vez, ao perceber S/N lutando para entender um texto filosófico. — Por favor, estou prestes a desistir. — S/N respondeu, aliviado.

Enquanto Namjoon explicava com paciência, S/N percebeu que havia algo encantador nele. Namjoon era inteligente e atencioso, e seus olhos brilhavam sempre que ele falava sobre algo que amava.

Eventualmente, a disputa entre os dois ficou tão evidente que S/N não sabia o que fazer. Jin e Namjoon não apenas tentavam conquistá-lo, mas também implicavam um com o outro de forma constante.

— Não sabia que a cafeteria tinha virado uma biblioteca. — Jin provocou, ao ver Namjoon lendo ao lado de S/N. — E eu não sabia que precisava de um show de stand-up para tomar café. — Namjoon retrucou, sem tirar os olhos do livro.

S/N, no meio da tensão, decidiu tentar desviar a atenção dos dois. Ele riu, tentando aliviar o clima. — Vocês dois são hilários. Sabe, se estão tão interessados em mim, por que não resolvem isso juntos? Podem me namorar ao mesmo tempo. —

Ele disse em tom de brincadeira, achando que aquilo encerraria a discussão. No entanto, Jin e Namjoon ficaram em silêncio, trocando um olhar.

— Isso… Pode funcionar. — Jin foi o primeiro a quebrar o silêncio. — Concordo. Não vejo problema, desde que você esteja de acordo, S/N. — Namjoon completou, ajustando os óculos.

S/N piscou, chocado. — Espera… Vocês estão falando sério?

— É claro que sim. — Jin respondeu, cruzando os braços. — Você é incrível, e Namjoon… Bom, ele é suportável.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha. — E você é um pouco exagerado, mas acho que podemos fazer isso funcionar.

S/N, sem acreditar, começou a rir. O que era para ser uma piada havia se tornado uma proposta séria, e antes que ele percebesse, o trio estava oficializando um relacionamento que ninguém poderia prever.

Os dias que se seguiram foram repletos de caos e risadas. Jin e Namjoon continuaram com suas personalidades contrastantes, mas encontraram um equilíbrio ao perceberem que compartilhavam algo em comum: o amor por S/N. E, apesar de nunca ter imaginado que sua vida se tornaria tão bagunçada, S/N descobriu que aquele caos era exatamente o que ele precisava para ser verdadeiramente feliz.

Naquela manhã, S/N foi despertado por um barulho alto vindo da cozinha, algo entre uma panela caindo e Jin soltando uma exclamação de frustração. Ele estava deitado confortavelmente na cama, ainda envolto pelos braços de Namjoon, que dormia tranquilamente com o rosto encostado em sua nuca. No entanto, o lado oposto da cama, onde Jin deveria estar, estava vazio.

S/N suspirou, sentindo falta do peso reconfortante de Jin ao seu lado. Ele sabia que, se havia confusão na cozinha, Jin estava no meio dela.

— Deixa ele com as loucuras dele… — Namjoon murmurou com a voz rouca de sono, apertando S/N mais contra si. — Ele sabe o que está fazendo… ou pelo menos acha que sabe.

S/N riu baixinho, achando adorável como Namjoon sempre tentava adiar as responsabilidades pela manhã. Ele virou a cabeça para olhar o namorado sonolento. — Não posso deixar um dos meus namorados morrer sem ajuda, Joon. Vai que ele está tentando fazer uma receita nova?

Namjoon apenas resmungou algo incompreensível, mas seu aperto afrouxou quando S/N se mexeu para sair da cama. Antes de se levantar completamente, S/N inclinou-se e deixou um beijo suave na bochecha de Namjoon, que suspirou e abriu um dos olhos, preguiçoso.

— Volta logo… Ou traz comida. — Ele murmurou, com um sorriso pequeno.

S/N riu de novo e começou a se afastar, mas parou para observar Namjoon se remexer na cama, agarrando o travesseiro que S/N usava e abraçando-o firmemente. Namjoon enfiou o rosto no tecido, inalando o cheiro de S/N como uma tentativa de se consolar pela perda do calor do namorado. A cena fez o coração de S/N derreter.

— Você é tão fofo quando está com sono, Joonie. — Ele sussurrou, antes de sair do quarto.

Caminhando em direção à cozinha, S/N já imaginava o caos que o aguardava. E, ao entrar, não ficou nem um pouco surpreso ao encontrar Jin segurando uma tigela que transbordava de massa de panqueca, com farinha espalhada pelo balcão e algo queimando em uma frigideira.

— Jin, o que você está fazendo? — S/N perguntou, cruzando os braços e tentando conter o riso ao ver o namorado em um avental rosa com o desenho de um coração.

— Ah, bom dia, meu amor! — Jin respondeu, sem o menor constrangimento. — Estou tentando fazer panquecas perfeitas para o café da manhã, mas essa frigideira claramente tem algo contra mim.

S/N balançou a cabeça, rindo. — Ou talvez seja você que está tentando demais. Quer ajuda antes que queime a casa?

Jin fez uma expressão indignada, mas seus olhos brilhavam de diversão. — Ajuda? Eu sou Kim Seokjin, o chef do grupo! Não preciso de ajuda.

— Claro, claro. Mas você precisa de mim para limpar essa bagunça e salvar seu café da manhã. — S/N respondeu, pegando um pano para começar a arrumar a cozinha enquanto Jin fazia uma careta, mas não recusava a companhia.

Enquanto Jin tentava – com empenho duvidoso – fazer panquecas, S/N estava ocupado limpando e organizando a bagunça monumental que o namorado havia deixado na cozinha. Entre uma panqueca queimada e outra finalmente comestível, Jin não perdia a chance de provocar.

— Ei, não é justo você só limpar enquanto eu trabalho duro aqui. — Jin disse, fingindo estar exausto enquanto segurava uma espátula.

S/N riu, dobrando um pano de prato. — Trabalho duro? Você mal fez duas panquecas decentes até agora.

Jin fingiu uma expressão ofendida e se aproximou. — Está me subestimando, amor? Isso merece uma punição. — Ele rapidamente pegou um punhado de farinha e passou no nariz de S/N, que soltou um grito surpreso.

— Jin! — S/N reclamou, mas não conseguiu conter o riso.

— O que foi? Só estou decorando meu docinho favorito. — Jin sorriu presunçoso antes de inclinar-se para roubar um beijo rápido, o que arrancou mais risadas de S/N.

Entre risadas e brincadeiras, Jin passou os braços ao redor da cintura de S/N, puxando-o para um abraço apertado. Antes que S/N pudesse protestar, Jin aproveitou para morder levemente o pescoço dele, fazendo o outro rir alto e se contorcer.

— Para, Jin, isso faz cócegas! — S/N implorou, tentando se soltar.

— Só se você admitir que sou o melhor namorado. — Jin respondeu, sua voz cheia de diversão.

— Tá bom, tá bom! Você é incrível. Agora me solta! — S/N disse, rindo enquanto tentava empurrar Jin para longe.

O momento cômico foi interrompido quando S/N notou algo sobre a bancada. Um dos livros de Namjoon, que provavelmente havia sido deixado ali na noite anterior, estava agora com manchas de massa de panqueca e um pouco de farinha grudada na capa.

— Jin… Por favor, me diz que isso não é o livro do Namjoon. — S/N apontou, seu tom subitamente preocupado.

Jin olhou para o livro, arregalando os olhos em um misto de surpresa e culpa. — Ah, é só um livro… Namjoon nem vai perceber, certo?

S/N deu um olhar sério para o namorado. — Você sabe que ele vai perceber. Ele percebe até quando eu coloco o marcador na página errada!

Jin coçou a nuca, tentando disfarçar. — Ok, talvez ele perceba… Mas é só uma manchinha! Nada que uma boa desculpa e meu charme não resolvam.

S/N suspirou, já imaginando a reação de Namjoon. — Você vai precisar de muito mais do que charme pra sair dessa.

Jin deu de ombros, tentando aliviar o clima. — Relaxa, Joonie me ama. E, se ele ficar bravo, eu digo que foi tudo sua culpa.

— O quê?! — S/N exclamou, incrédulo, enquanto Jin apenas ria e aproveitava para roubar mais um beijo, tentando escapar de qualquer bronca antecipada.

Como se invocado pela simples menção de seu precioso livro, Namjoon entrou na cozinha. Ele estava com os cabelos levemente bagunçados, vestindo uma camiseta larga e shorts confortáveis, ainda piscando lentamente enquanto acordava. O jeito sonolento e fofo fazia S/N e Jin trocarem um olhar cúmplice, sabendo que ele parecia um filhotinho adorável nesse estado.

No entanto, S/N reagiu rápido ao perceber que os olhos de Namjoon estavam começando a vagar pela cozinha – e inevitavelmente acabariam no livro sujo. Ele rapidamente deu um passo à frente, posicionando-se de forma estratégica para esconder o livro atrás de si, enquanto pegava um pano qualquer para fingir que estava limpando a bancada.

— Bom dia, Joonie! — Jin falou, sua voz soando um pouco mais alta e nervosa do que o normal. Ele acenou com a mão, tentando parecer casual, mas a maneira como gaguejou denunciava o leve pânico. — Dormiu bem?

Namjoon bocejou, ignorando o tom suspeito de Jin enquanto passava a mão pelos cabelos. — Dormi, sim… O que vocês estão fazendo? — Ele perguntou, com a voz baixa e rouca de sono, caminhando lentamente até o balcão.

S/N apertou o pano entre os dedos, tentando parecer natural, mas sentia o suor frio nas costas. — Estamos, hã, fazendo panquecas! — Ele disse rápido demais, tentando manter o sorriso. — Jin queria testar umas receitas novas.

— Uhum… — Namjoon murmurou, estreitando os olhos ligeiramente, ainda meio sonolento, mas começando a notar algo estranho no comportamento dos dois. — Por que parece que vocês estão escondendo alguma coisa?

Jin soltou uma risada forçada e deu um passo à frente, tentando atrair a atenção de Namjoon. — Escondendo? A gente? Claro que não! É só… É só a confusão da manhã, sabe como é. — Ele gesticulou com as mãos, o sorriso um pouco nervoso demais.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha, mas antes que pudesse dizer mais alguma coisa, S/N tentou mudar o foco rapidamente.

— Por que você não senta, Joonie? Eu vou pegar uma xícara de café pra você. — Ele sugeriu, movendo-se ligeiramente para bloquear ainda mais o campo de visão de Namjoon em relação ao livro.

— Hm… Tá bom. — Namjoon respondeu, ainda desconfiado, mas aceitando o café como um prêmio de consolação. Ele se sentou em uma das cadeiras, apoiando o queixo na mão enquanto observava os dois com um olhar meio curioso, meio preguiçoso.

Enquanto Jin começava a empilhar panquecas em um prato e S/N preparava o café, ambos trocaram olhares rápidos e desesperados.

S/N rapidamente terminou de preparar o café e se aproximou de Namjoon, colocando a xícara fumegante à sua frente com um sorriso doce.

— Aqui está, amor. Do jeitinho que você gosta, com um pouco de açúcar e nada de creme. — S/N falou com a voz mais carinhosa que conseguiu, tentando manter a atenção de Namjoon longe do livro sujo atrás dele.

Namjoon olhou para S/N com um sorriso sonolento, aceitando o café. — Obrigado, meu anjo. — Ele murmurou, levando a xícara aos lábios para um gole, sem perceber a troca de olhares cúmplices entre S/N e Jin.

Nesse momento, Jin se aproximou com um prato cheio de panquecas empilhadas. Ele as colocou na frente de Namjoon com uma expressão quase teatral.

— E aqui está o café da manhã feito especialmente para o nosso intelectual mais lindo. — Jin disse, inclinando-se levemente e piscando para Namjoon. — As melhores panquecas que você vai comer hoje.

Namjoon arqueou uma sobrancelha, ainda com o olhar desconfiado, mas era difícil não sorrir com toda a bajulação. — Hoje? Vocês estão dizendo que tem outro café da manhã planejado?

— Talvez… — Jin respondeu com um sorriso enigmático. Ele rapidamente cortou um pedaço de panqueca com um garfo e aproximou a comida da boca de Namjoon. — Mas, primeiro, prove essa e diga que é a melhor coisa que já comeu.

Namjoon riu, aceitando o pedaço. Enquanto isso, S/N aproveitou o momento de distração para pegar um pano de prato e discretamente tentar esconder o livro sujo atrás de si.

— Hm, está boa. — Namjoon admitiu após engolir o pedaço, olhando para Jin com um sorriso satisfeito. — Isso foi feito com amor?

— Todo o amor do mundo! — Jin declarou, inclinando-se para beijar a bochecha de Namjoon. — Porque você merece, meu querido.

Enquanto Jin mantinha Namjoon ocupado com mais panquecas e carinhos, S/N deu alguns passos cuidadosos para o lado, segurando o livro contra o corpo e tentando agir casualmente. Ele só precisava encontrar uma chance para sair da cozinha sem levantar suspeitas.

Jin, percebendo o movimento, rapidamente aumentou a intensidade da bajulação. Ele se inclinou ainda mais perto de Namjoon, apoiando o queixo no ombro do namorado. — Você já sabe que é o homem mais lindo desse planeta, certo?

Namjoon riu, claramente achando graça da situação, mas ainda com um pouco de desconfiança. — Por que todo esse exagero hoje? Vocês dois estão estranhamente atenciosos…

— Não é exagero. — Jin disse, cutucando levemente o braço de Namjoon. — É a verdade. A gente só quer que você saiba o quanto te amamos. Não é, S/N?

S/N, que estava a um passo de sair da cozinha com o livro escondido, respondeu rápido demais: — Claro! A gente te ama muito, Joonie. — Ele sorriu, suando frio, mas já se dirigindo para o corredor.

Namjoon estreitou os olhos, mas antes que pudesse questionar algo, Jin enfiou mais uma garfada de panqueca na boca dele.

— Vamos, coma mais. Você precisa de energia para o dia! — Jin insistiu, tentando soar casual enquanto olhava de soslaio para S/N, que finalmente desapareceu pela porta com o livro.

Quando Namjoon terminou de mastigar, ele olhou para Jin com uma expressão desconfiada, mas também divertida. — Você acha que eu não percebo quando vocês dois estão aprontando?

— Aprontando? — Jin perguntou, fingindo indignação enquanto cortava mais um pedaço de panqueca. — Nós? Nunca!

Namjoon riu baixo, mas decidiu deixar pra lá… Por enquanto. Afinal, ele sabia que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, a verdade sempre vinha à tona – especialmente com esses dois.

Enquanto o clima na cozinha se acalmava, os três se sentaram juntos à mesa, aproveitando o café da manhã. Jin ainda brincava ocasionalmente, tentando alimentar Namjoon diretamente com o garfo, enquanto S/N sorria e organizava mentalmente o resto do dia.

— Então, o que você tem pra hoje, S/N? — Namjoon perguntou, tomando outro gole de café.

— Meu turno na clínica começa às duas. Antes disso, vou dar uma ajeitada em algumas coisas em casa e ver se consigo adiantar a documentação de um novo resgate. — S/N respondeu, esticando os braços com uma expressão satisfeita.

— Ah, aquele gatinho que trouxeram ontem? — Jin perguntou, cortando mais um pedaço de panqueca.

— Esse mesmo. Ele é tão pequeno que cabe na palma da mão. Acho que foi abandonado logo depois de nascer. — S/N suspirou, parecendo preocupado. — Mas ele é um lutador. Já está começando a reagir bem ao tratamento.

Namjoon sorriu com orgulho. — Você tem mesmo um talento pra cuidar dos bichos. Eu não sei como consegue ser tão paciente.

S/N deu de ombros, rindo baixinho. — Acho que ajuda quando você ama o que faz.

— Falando em amar o que faz… — Jin disse, virando-se para Namjoon. — Você vai passar o dia todo em casa lendo, é isso?

— É o plano. — Namjoon respondeu com um leve sorriso. — Tenho alguns textos de filosofia pra terminar, e talvez dê uma olhada em umas coisas de biologia.

— Biologia? — S/N perguntou, arqueando uma sobrancelha.

— É, me deu vontade de revisar umas coisas sobre comportamento animal. — Namjoon respondeu casualmente. Ele piscou para S/N. — Talvez eu passe na clínica qualquer dia pra aprender mais com você.

— Duvido que você passe. — Jin provocou, rindo. — Toda vez que você diz isso, acaba enterrado nos seus livros e não sai mais de casa.

Namjoon deu de ombros com um sorriso travesso. — Isso não é verdade. Eu saio, sim… Às vezes.

Os três riram, aproveitando o momento leve. Jin, então, olhou para o relógio e suspirou. — Falando nisso, preciso me arrumar. Meu turno no café começa em uma hora, e eu prometi levar um bolo de chocolate que fiz ontem.

— Ah, é aquele bolo que você não me deixou experimentar? — Namjoon perguntou, fingindo ofensa.

— Exato. — Jin sorriu, orgulhoso. — É pros clientes, não pra você.

S/N riu da troca, enquanto terminava de comer sua última panqueca. — Então, Joonie, aproveita bem o seu dia de folga, ok? Nada de ficar estudando até doer as costas.

— Sim, senhor. — Namjoon respondeu com um sorriso divertido.

Enquanto S/N tentava se organizar para sair, Jin parecia decidido a transformar cada segundo antes de partir em uma demonstração pública de afeto. Ele o abraçava por trás enquanto S/N arrumava a mochila, beijava sua bochecha enquanto ele tentava ajeitar os papéis da clínica e, a cada cinco minutos, dizia algo como:

— Amor, só mais um beijinho antes de eu ir…

S/N ria, mas era impossível esconder que aquilo complicava sua rotina. — Jin, sério, você já está atrasado. Vai logo antes que seu chefe te encha o saco.

— O que é um atraso comparado a passar tempo com você? — Jin respondeu, com aquele sorriso que sabia ser irresistível, antes de apertar mais S/N em um abraço.

Como se não bastasse, Namjoon, que deveria estar aproveitando a folga, decidiu se juntar à bagunça. Sentado na beirada do sofá, ele olhava para S/N com olhos de cachorrinho carente. — Você vai mesmo nos deixar sozinhos o dia todo? — perguntou, com uma voz mansa que fez S/N suspirar profundamente.

— Vocês dois são impossíveis. — S/N murmurou, tentando não rir.

— A gente só sente sua falta, é crime? — Jin disse, fingindo estar ofendido. Ele aproveitou para roubar mais um beijo rápido nos lábios de S/N, antes que ele pudesse escapar.

Namjoon, não querendo ficar para trás, se aproximou e o puxou para um abraço apertado. — O que o Jin disse. Não é crime, certo?

S/N balançou a cabeça, rindo. — Vocês me mimam demais, é isso.

A despedida, que deveria durar alguns minutos, se estendeu por quase meia hora. Jin ainda segurava S/N pela cintura, enquanto Namjoon fazia carinho no cabelo dele.

— Tá bom, chega! — S/N finalmente disse, com uma mistura de risos e desespero. — Eu amo vocês, mas se continuarem assim, vou me atrasar, e isso não é negociável.

Jin suspirou dramaticamente, mas finalmente o soltou. — Ok, ok, mas só porque você pediu com jeitinho.

Namjoon ainda não parecia convencido, mas cedeu depois de um último beijo na testa de S/N. — Boa sorte hoje, tá? E não esquece de mandar mensagem se precisar de alguma coisa.

— Pode deixar. — S/N respondeu, já saindo apressado pela porta.

Enquanto ele desaparecia no corredor, Jin e Namjoon ficaram parados na entrada, olhando um para o outro.

— Ele ainda não percebeu que a gente faz isso de propósito pra ele nunca se esquecer de como é amado, né? — Jin comentou, com um sorriso travesso.

— Nem desconfia. — Namjoon respondeu, rindo.

O dia seguiu como de costume, com cada um dos três mergulhado em suas responsabilidades, mas sem nunca deixar de pensar nos outros dois.

Na clínica veterinária, S/N estava ocupado com consultas, exames e rotinas de cuidado dos animais. Entre um atendimento e outro, ele checava o celular. Sempre havia mensagens de Jin ou Namjoon aparecendo para roubar um sorriso:

Namjoon: "Já comeu algo? Se não, posso pedir algo pra entregar aí." Jin: "Espero que aquele gatinho esteja melhor! Não esquece de comer e beber água, viu? ❤️"

Ele respondia rapidamente: S/N: "Eu comi sim, seus preocupados! Vou trazer novidades sobre o gatinho à noite ��."

Enquanto isso, no café, Jin trabalhava no turno da manhã, entregando cafés e doces aos clientes com sua simpatia característica. Mesmo no meio da correria, ele encontrava tempo para mandar mensagens carinhosas:

Jin: "Uma cliente disse que eu tenho o sorriso mais bonito que ela já viu. Será que conto pra ela que estou num trisal com dois dos caras mais lindos que existem? 😏"

Namjoon, que estava em casa, riu ao ler a mensagem enquanto lia um artigo de filosofia. Ele respondeu: Namjoon: "Melhor não. Vamos evitar mais corações partidos no mundo por enquanto 😂."

Mesmo em casa, Namjoon não estava parado. Ele revisava textos, fazia anotações e organizava sua semana de estudos. Mas sempre que se distraía, acabava pensando em S/N e Jin. Em um momento, ele tirou uma foto do livro de biologia que estava lendo e mandou no grupo:

Namjoon: "Sabia que os gatos dormem cerca de 70% da vida? Olha o que S/N e Jin poderiam aprender com eles!"

S/N: "Diz isso depois que você passar a noite inteira revisando um texto de filosofia, senhor 'não sei o que é dormir'. 😂"

Jin: "Ei! Eu durmo muito bem. Só que às vezes prefiro te acordar pra te dar carinho. 🤭"

As mensagens iam e vinham ao longo do dia, criando uma ponte que os mantinha conectados, mesmo separados fisicamente. Apesar de estarem ocupados, o cuidado e o carinho entre os três eram constantes, provando que, independentemente da distância ou da correria do dia, eles sempre faziam questão de se lembrar do quanto se amavam.

Quando o dia finalmente chegou ao fim, S/N estava exausto, mas satisfeito por ter dado o seu melhor. Ele se despediu dos colegas de trabalho com um sorriso cansado e saiu pela porta da clínica, apenas para ser recebido pela visão de Jin encostado em um poste, balançando levemente o corpo enquanto mexia no celular.

Assim que o viu, Jin abriu um sorriso radiante e guardou o celular no bolso, indo ao encontro de S/N com os braços abertos. — Amor! Achei que nunca ia te ver sair daquela clínica. — Ele exagerou, como sempre, fazendo drama.

S/N riu, mas o carinho nos olhos deixava claro o quanto ele gostava daquilo. — Jin, você é impossível. Eu já te disse que sei voltar pra casa sozinho.

— Claro que sabe, mas eu não vou deixar. — Jin respondeu, passando o braço pelos ombros de S/N enquanto começavam a caminhar. — E se algum maníaco resolvesse dar em cima do meu namorado perfeito? Não posso arriscar.

— E você acha que eu não saberia me defender? — S/N retrucou, arqueando uma sobrancelha.

— Ah, sei que sabe. — Jin disse, puxando-o mais para perto. — Mas aí quem ia ter que me consolar seria o maníaco, porque eu ia chorar de ciúmes.

S/N gargalhou, jogando a cabeça para trás. — Você é tão exagerado.

Jin sorriu satisfeito por conseguir arrancar o riso que ele adorava tanto. Durante o trajeto de volta para casa, ele se mostrava especialmente carente. A cada dois minutos, puxava S/N para um abraço rápido ou segurava sua mão, entrelaçando os dedos. Ele falava sobre como o dia dele tinha sido movimentado no café, mas sempre retornava ao tema principal: o quanto sentia falta de S/N quando não estava por perto.

— Sabe, trabalhar sem você por perto é um sacrifício. — Jin confessou, fazendo beicinho.

— Jin, você fica assim até quando só vai no mercado sozinho. — S/N brincou, apertando suavemente a mão dele.

— Exatamente! Como você espera que eu funcione sem você por perto? — Jin respondeu dramaticamente, fazendo S/N rir mais uma vez.

Quando chegaram em casa, Jin já tinha o plano claro na cabeça: mimar S/N pelo resto da noite. — Agora vai tomar um banho relaxante que eu e Namjoon cuidamos do jantar. Não aceito não como resposta.

— Tudo bem, senhor protetor. — S/N respondeu, rindo, antes de lhe dar um beijo na bochecha e entrar no apartamento.

Enquanto S/N tomava seu banho quente e relaxante, Jin e Namjoon estavam na cozinha, com uma energia completamente diferente da calmaria do banho. A cozinha estava repleta de ingredientes espalhados por toda parte, e o som da panela borbulhando ao fogo acompanhava as risadas e pequenas provocações entre os dois.

— Eu falei que deveria ter adicionado mais tempero, Namjoon! — Jin resmungou, já mexendo a panela de forma exagerada, com o típico sorriso travesso nos lábios. — Você não escuta minhas ideias, né?

Namjoon, que estava cortando os legumes com precisão, revirou os olhos, mas sem perder o foco. — Jin, eu já te disse que tempero demais estraga tudo. — Ele retrucou calmamente, mas Jin não estava satisfeito com isso.

— Ah, claro, o mestre da culinária, né? — Jin se aproximou, sussurrando no ouvido de Namjoon enquanto tentava roubar um beijo no pescoço dele. — Eu sabia que você gostava de me ver sempre pedindo sua ajuda, mas não sabia que seria tão formal no assunto.

Namjoon se afastou, rindo. — Ei, não faça isso enquanto estamos cozinhando. Você vai acabar queimando tudo. — Ele tentou se concentrar de novo no prato, mas a provocação de Jin o deixou distraído por um segundo.

Jin, não querendo perder a chance, passou a mão no cabelo de Namjoon e o puxou para um beijo rápido. — Vai, fica com raiva de mim. Só assim eu posso te fazer esquecer as instruções de culinária.

— Você acha que eu sou fácil? — Namjoon perguntou, um sorriso malicioso se formando. — Não vai me dominar assim tão fácil, Jin.

Jin apenas sorriu e, com um olhar provocante, começou a mexer mais intensamente a panela, como se estivesse ignorando a brincadeira. Mas não demorou muito para que ele pegasse um pouco de molho na colher e o passasse disfarçadamente na bochecha de Namjoon.

— Você é insuportável. — Namjoon deu um sorrisinho enquanto passava o dedo na bochecha, provando o molho com um olhar desafiador. — O que será que S/N vai achar disso, hein?

— Não sei. Talvez ele goste de ver a gente brigando por causa da comida. — Jin provocou, mais uma vez se aproximando para morder a orelha de Namjoon, que riu.

— Ei, cuidado com a comida! — Namjoon avisou, rindo, mas já deixando o clima descontraído entre eles. A tensão que havia entre provocações e risos indicava como ambos se divertiam com essa dinâmica.

O aroma da comida começou a se espalhar pela casa enquanto as brincadeiras e provocações continuavam, com cada um tentando ganhar a vantagem em piadinhas e olhares atrevidos. Jin já estava no limite de seus impulsos, tentando fazer com que Namjoon risse mais e se esquecesse de qualquer coisa séria.

Quando S/N finalmente saiu do banho, sentindo o cheiro delicioso vindo da cozinha, ele deu um sorriso ao ver a cena. — Eu vejo que vocês dois estão mais para brigando e se provocando do que realmente cozinhando, né?

— Claro que estamos! — Jin respondeu rápido, com os olhos brilhando. — Mas você ainda vai ter que me agradecer pela comida depois!

Namjoon riu, e os três logo se reuniram à mesa, com o jantar ainda quente e saboroso.

Depois de terminarem o jantar e arrumarem a cozinha, os três foram para a sala decidir o filme da noite. Claro, isso não foi uma tarefa fácil, pois Jin e Namjoon tinham opiniões muito diferentes.

— Vamos assistir aquela comédia romântica que eu falei ontem! — Jin sugeriu, já pegando o controle da TV com um sorriso triunfante.

— Nem pensar. — Namjoon retrucou, cruzando os braços. — Hoje é dia de um documentário interessante. Tem um sobre o universo que parece incrível.

— Documentário? Você quer dormir no meio do filme? — Jin rebateu, revirando os olhos dramaticamente.

S/N, sentado no meio do sofá, observava a discussão com um sorriso cansado, mas divertido. Ele sabia que isso podia durar horas se não interviesse. — Certo, chega. — S/N se pronunciou, erguendo as mãos. — Vamos escolher algo neutro, tipo uma aventura ou ação, pra agradar os dois.

Jin e Namjoon se olharam por alguns segundos antes de concordarem com um aceno relutante. — Tá bom. Mas só porque você pediu, S/N. — Jin disse, entregando o controle a Namjoon.

Depois de finalmente escolherem o filme, a próxima discussão foi sobre onde cada um ficaria no sofá.

— Ok, agora a pergunta mais importante da noite: no colo de quem você vai sentar, S/N? — Jin perguntou, já esticando os braços em direção a S/N com um sorriso travesso.

— Óbvio que no meu! — Namjoon retrucou, puxando S/N pelo braço de leve. — Eu mereço, fui o que mais trabalhou hoje, estudando o dia todo.

Jin colocou as mãos na cintura, fingindo estar ofendido. — Trabalhou mais que eu? Eu fiquei o dia todo em pé no café, lidando com gente difícil e ainda tive que salvar o dia na cozinha agora há pouco!

S/N, que já estava acostumado com as disputas entre os dois, revirou os olhos com um sorriso divertido. — Vocês dois em… — Ele cruzou os braços, assumindo uma expressão falsa de indignação. — Pra evitar briga, eu vou sentar no meio dos dois. Assim ninguém reclama.

— Hum… esperto demais. — Namjoon comentou, rindo, enquanto Jin bufava em falsa frustração.

— Tá bom, mas eu fico com a maior parte do espaço no sofá. — Jin disse, já ajeitando os cobertores ao redor deles.

Logo estavam todos acomodados, S/N no meio, com Namjoon de um lado e Jin do outro. Eles colocaram o filme. Porém, mal o filme tinha começado e os dois já estavam em ação. Jin apoiou a cabeça no ombro de S/N, puxando-o para mais perto e passando os braços ao redor da cintura dele.

— Você é tão quentinho… não tem como não te agarrar. — Jin murmurou com um sorriso satisfeito.

— Ei, calma aí. Ele é meu também. — Namjoon protestou, puxando S/N para perto de si, entrelaçando os dedos com os dele e deixando um beijo na mão. — Não vai monopolizar ele assim, Jin.

S/N deu uma risadinha. — Vocês dois são tão carentes… é só eu ficar quieto que vocês já querem me disputar.

— Quem disse que estamos disputando? — Jin rebateu, apertando ainda mais o abraço. — Isso é só carinho, e você adora.

Namjoon se inclinou e deu um beijo suave na bochecha de S/N, sussurrando com uma voz suave: — Pelo menos ele sabe que eu sou o preferido.

— Preferido?! — Jin se levantou parcialmente, encarando Namjoon com uma expressão de choque teatral. — Ah, isso não vai ficar assim.

Antes que uma discussão amigável começasse de verdade, S/N segurou o rosto dos dois, dando um beijo rápido em cada um. — Pronto, resolvido. Agora podemos assistir o filme em paz?

Enquanto o filme continuava esquecido ao fundo, Jin e Namjoon trocaram olhares cúmplices, ambos com a mesma ideia em mente: fazer S/N admitir quem era o preferido.

— Não dá mais para fugir dessa, amor. — Jin começou, com um sorriso travesso. Ele se aproximou, correndo os dedos pelos lados da cintura de S/N, que estava distraído. — Você vai ter que dizer.

— Concordo. — Namjoon afirmou, segurando o outro lado de S/N, já começando a apertá-lo levemente para provocar cócegas.

— Ei, parem com isso! — S/N exclamou, rindo e tentando se afastar, mas foi inútil. Jin e Namjoon começaram a atacar com cócegas sem piedade.

S/N se contorcia no sofá, rindo incontrolavelmente. — Tá bom! Tá bom! Eu desisto! — Ele gritou entre gargalhadas, com lágrimas nos olhos.

— Então? Quem é o preferido? — Jin perguntou, parando por um momento, mas mantendo a expressão esperançosa.

S/N tentou recuperar o fôlego. — Eu… eu amo vocês dois igual! Não dá pra escolher!

— Boa tentativa, mas não cola. — Namjoon provocou, rindo. No calor da brincadeira, ele se inclinou mais para cima de S/N, até que, sem perceber, acabou literalmente o prendendo sob seu corpo.

Namjoon ficou um instante imóvel, apenas olhando para S/N. Seus olhos percorreram o rosto bonito do namorado, os lábios entreabertos, o cabelo bagunçado pela confusão. Para Namjoon, não existia pessoa mais perfeita que S/N — e Jin também, claro. Aquele momento de proximidade fez algo acender dentro dele, um desejo tão grande que parecia impossível de segurar.

Antes que pudesse racionalizar, Namjoon se inclinou e capturou os lábios de S/N em um beijo intenso, cheio de desejo. S/N ficou surpreso no começo, mas rapidamente se entregou, os braços envolvendo o pescoço de Namjoon enquanto correspondia ao beijo, sentindo o calor daquele momento crescer em cada segundo.

Jin, que estava sentado ao lado, observava tudo com atenção. Ele conhecia bem Namjoon e sabia o quanto ele poderia ser incrivelmente sexy quando assumia o controle. Jin mordeu levemente o lábio, sentindo o corpo aquecer à medida que via a cena diante dele.

— Vocês dois… — Jin murmurou, sua voz rouca, quase como um suspiro, enquanto seus dedos tocavam distraidamente o braço de S/N.

Namjoon se afastou apenas o suficiente para encarar S/N nos olhos, seu sorriso carregado de carinho e algo mais profundo. — Eu amo você tanto… Vocês dois, na verdade. Não dá pra explicar o quanto.

Jin, sem conseguir resistir ao clima que Namjoon criava, se inclinou e deixou um beijo suave no pescoço de S/N, sussurrando próximo ao ouvido dele: — Não precisa explicar… Nós sabemos.

O pobre S/N, preso entre os dois, sentia o coração acelerar enquanto o calor do momento aumentava. Ele estava completamente à mercê do amor e do desejo que Jin e Namjoon compartilhavam com ele.

Namjoon, tomado pelo desejo, segura S/N pela cintura com firmeza e o puxa para o colo, posicionando-o de frente para ele. Seus lábios encontram os de S/N novamente em um beijo profundo e cheio de paixão, enquanto suas mãos exploram a cintura delicada, apertando-a suavemente. Cada toque arrancava suspiros e arfadas de S/N, sons que pareciam incendiar ainda mais os dois namorados.

Namjoon, visivelmente excitado, podia sentir seu corpo reagir aos pequenos gemidos de S/N. Jin, observando a cena, já estava completamente tomado pelo desejo. Ele se posicionou atrás de S/N, inclinando-se para beijar o pescoço dele, deixando marcas suaves enquanto murmurava provocações contra a pele sensível.

— Você gosta disso, não é? — Jin sussurrou, sua voz rouca e cheia de malícia. Ele deslizou as mãos habilidosas pela lateral do corpo de S/N, puxando sua blusa para cima lentamente. — Não tem como resistir a nós dois…

S/N, com os olhos semicerrados, sentia o corpo aquecer ainda mais a cada toque e palavra. Jin finalmente tirou a blusa de S/N, expondo sua pele, que rapidamente foi coberta por beijos e carícias de Jin. Enquanto isso, Namjoon continuava segurando a cintura de S/N com firmeza, movendo-o levemente sobre seu colo, intensificando a tensão entre os três.

— Vocês dois vão me matar… — S/N murmurou, ofegante, enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego entre os beijos e toques que recebia de ambos os lados.

Namjoon sorriu contra os lábios de S/N, deslizando as mãos pelas costas dele. — Vamos te mimar até você esquecer de qualquer coisa que não seja a gente.

Jin riu baixo, mordendo levemente a orelha de S/N enquanto suas mãos exploravam o abdômen do mais novo. — Ele fala bonito, mas a verdade é que a gente só não consegue tirar as mãos de você.

S/N mal teve tempo de reagir quando Namjoon, com a voz rouca e os olhos escurecidos pelo desejo, pediu quase suplicando:

— Por favor, S/N… me chupa…

Namjoon olhou para Jin, incentivando-o com um leve sorriso. — E você, hyung, acho que sabe o que fazer, não é? Deixa ele pronto pra gente.

Jin, com um brilho travesso nos olhos, deu um sorriso de canto. — Como se eu precisasse de um convite, Joonie.

S/N, tomado pelo calor e pela intensidade do momento, desceu do colo de Namjoon, ajoelhando-se entre as pernas dele. Com os dedos trêmulos de antecipação, desabotoou a calça de Namjoon e a puxou para baixo junto com a cueca, liberando o membro pulsante à sua frente. S/N lambeu os lábios, sentindo o corpo esquentar ainda mais. Ele segurou o membro com uma mão, começando a lamber devagar a ponta antes de abocanhá-lo, arrancando um gemido grave de Namjoon.

— Isso… assim, S/N… tão bom… — Namjoon arfava, jogando a cabeça para trás enquanto os dedos deslizavam pelos fios de cabelo de S/N, incentivando os movimentos dele.

Enquanto isso, Jin se ajoelhou atrás de S/N, segurando firme sua cintura e ajustando-o para que sua bunda ficasse bem alta, oferecendo a visão perfeita para ele. Jin deslizou as mãos pelas coxas de S/N, descendo as calças do mais novo lentamente, expondo sua entrada.

— Você fica tão bonito assim, S/N… tão perfeito pra gente… — Jin murmurou, inclinando-se para começar seu trabalho.

Sem hesitar, Jin passou a língua pela entrada sensível de S/N, provocando-o com movimentos circulares e lambidas longas. Ele segurava as coxas de S/N com firmeza, impedindo qualquer movimento, enquanto sua língua explorava cada centímetro com habilidade.

S/N, dividido entre o prazer que sentia na frente e atrás, soltou gemidos abafados ao redor do membro de Namjoon, o que arrancava novos sons roucos do namorado mais velho. Jin, percebendo a resposta de S/N, intensificou os movimentos, alternando entre lambidas e leves sucções enquanto murmurava elogios contra a pele sensível.

— Fica bem molhadinho pra gente, S/N… você merece ser mimado assim.

Namjoon, ofegante, abriu os olhos para observar a cena e não pôde evitar sorrir satisfeito. — Ele é tão perfeito, não é, hyung? — Namjoon disse entre suspiros. — Não consigo imaginar como conseguimos viver sem ele antes.

Jin sorriu contra a pele de S/N, dando uma última lambida antes de murmurar: — Agora ele é nosso… e nós nunca vamos deixar ele ir.

Enquanto S/N sugava o membro de Namjoon com uma habilidade que fazia o mais velho gemer alto e rouco, a sala parecia ser tomada por uma energia pulsante. Namjoon não conseguia conter os gemidos que escapavam, a visão de S/N de joelhos, sua boca molhada e os sons obscenos o levando à beira da loucura.

— Droga, S/N… Você é tão bom nisso… — Namjoon murmurou, os dedos se entrelaçando ainda mais firmemente nos cabelos de S/N, guiando seus movimentos.

Atrás de S/N, Jin continuava seu trabalho com uma precisão quase artística. Ele lambia a entrada sensível do mais novo de forma metódica, alternando entre movimentos lentos e lambidas rápidas que faziam o corpo de S/N tremer involuntariamente.

— Tão doce… Tão perfeito… — Jin sussurrou contra a pele de S/N, sua língua deslizando sem parar.

Quando Jin julgou que a entrada de S/N estava suficientemente molhada, ele ergueu um pouco mais os quadris dele, separando as nádegas suavemente. Ele trouxe seus dedos para o centro da atenção, deslizando um deles pela entrada escorregadia antes de pressionar delicadamente.

S/N arqueou as costas, gemendo em volta do membro de Namjoon ao sentir o dedo de Jin invadi-lo lentamente. A sensação o fazia estremecer, mas não o suficiente para fazê-lo parar de chupar Namjoon com ainda mais empenho.

— Isso… fica bem aberto pra mim, S/N… Quero te deixar pronto para o que vem depois — Jin murmurou, enquanto movia o dedo com delicadeza, esticando a entrada do namorado.

Namjoon observava a cena com olhos semicerrados, o prazer nublando sua mente. Ele mordeu o lábio, sentindo o calor subir ainda mais ao ouvir o som molhado vindo de Jin e os gemidos abafados de S/N.

— Hyung… você está sendo tão bom com ele… — Namjoon disse entre arfadas.

Jin, sem perder o ritmo, introduziu um segundo dedo, começando a trabalhar a entrada de S/N com movimentos precisos e habilidosos. Ele sorria de forma travessa, claramente aproveitando o efeito que causava nos dois.

— Claro que sim. Nosso S/N merece o melhor… E eu sempre faço questão de mimá-lo.

Jin, com sua habilidade experiente, mantinha seus dedos trabalhando habilmente na entrada de S/N, alargando-o com cuidado e precisão. Cada movimento parecia calculado para arrancar os sons mais doces e necessitados de seus lábios.

S/N, mesmo concentrado em chupar Namjoon, não conseguia segurar os gemidos que escapavam entre cada movimento de sua boca. Ele arfava contra o membro de Namjoon, enviando vibrações deliciosas que faziam o mais velho jogar a cabeça para trás e gemer alto.

— Ah… S/N, isso… engole tudo… Não para… — Namjoon ofegou, as mãos apertando os lençóis no sofá com força, tentando não perder o controle.

Jin, por outro lado, estava encantado com a visão de S/N tão entregue. Ele adicionou mais um dedo, deslizando-os com habilidade enquanto o preparava, mexendo e esticando a entrada de forma a fazê-lo gemer ainda mais alto.

— Que som bonito… Você fica tão sensível assim, não é, amor? — Jin provocou, curvando os dedos dentro de S/N para encontrar aquele ponto especial que o fazia ver estrelas.

S/N quase perdeu o ritmo ao redor de Namjoon, um gemido choroso escapando de seus lábios. Ele tremeu, o corpo respondendo automaticamente ao estímulo de Jin, que apenas sorriu satisfeito, sabendo exatamente o que estava fazendo.

— Isso… bem molhadinho, bebê. — Jin murmurou, movendo os dedos com mais intensidade, arrancando gemidos ainda mais desesperados de S/N.

Namjoon olhou para baixo, seus olhos escurecendo ainda mais ao ver a expressão de puro prazer no rosto de S/N, os gemidos abafados pelo membro que ele ainda sugava com dedicação.

— Hyung… acho que ele já está pronto. Não queremos fazer ele esperar demais, não é? — Namjoon murmurou, a voz rouca de desejo.

Jin riu suavemente, retirando os dedos devagar, o que fez S/N gemer em frustração. Ele deu um tapinha leve na bunda de S/N, ainda sorrindo travesso.

— Sim, Joonie, vou colocar…

Jin segurava firmemente a cintura de S/N enquanto alinhava seu membro à entrada já preparada e escorregadia. Ele empurrava lentamente, sentindo a resistência quente e apertada de S/N o envolver.

— Ah, S/N… Você sempre fica tão bem assim, levando meu pau… como se tivesse sido feito pra isso… — Jin sussurrou, a voz carregada de desejo e admiração, seus olhos fixos na visão de seu membro desaparecendo dentro daquelas curvas deliciosas.

S/N se arqueou em resposta, suas mãos tremendo enquanto se apoiava nas coxas de Namjoon. Ele gemia baixinho, os sons sendo abafados pelo calor crescente em seu corpo. Namjoon assistia tudo com olhos escuros de desejo, suas mãos deslizando pelos cabelos de S/N.

Sentindo o calor e o aperto de S/N, Jin começou a mover-se devagar, cada impulso arrancando suspiros mais altos do garoto. Ele segurava os quadris de S/N com firmeza, inclinando-se para beijar as costas dele enquanto se deliciava com a visão de cada movimento.

Namjoon, por sua vez, sentiu S/N morder de leve sua coxa, o que o fez soltar um gemido surpreso. Ele olhou para baixo e não conseguiu conter um sorriso travesso ao ver os olhos de S/N cheios de necessidade.

— Parece que você está bem ocupado, mas não quer esquecer de mim, não é? — Namjoon provocou, segurando a base de seu membro com firmeza.

Ele começou a bater levemente com o membro na bochecha de S/N, esfregando toda a extensão pelo rosto dele, deixando uma trilha úmida e obscena.

S/N virou a cabeça levemente, lambendo a ponta do membro de Namjoon com um olhar lascivo antes de abocanhá-lo novamente, sugando com dedicação. Ao mesmo tempo, Jin intensificava os movimentos, segurando S/N pelos quadris e guiando-o em uma dança de prazer que deixava o ambiente quente e cheio de suspiros e gemidos.

— Vocês dois… são minha perdição — Jin arfou, aumentando o ritmo e sentindo seu corpo esquentar ainda mais com os sons e reações deliciosas de S/N e Namjoon.

Jin segurava a cintura de S/N com mais firmeza, empurrando-se fundo dentro dele sem pausa, como se quisesse marcar cada centímetro do garoto para si.

— Olha pra ele Joon, porra… Eu amo tanto vocês… — Jin murmurava entre gemidos, sua voz grave e cheia de desejo, enquanto observava S/N inclinar a cabeça e continuar chupando Namjoon com dedicação.

Namjoon, por sua vez, estava completamente perdido na sensação da boca quente e úmida de S/N. Ele deslizou as mãos pelos cabelos do garoto, segurando-o no lugar enquanto S/N acomodava todo o comprimento dele na boca, os gemidos baixos escapando dos lábios de Namjoon conforme sentia cada movimento da língua de S/N.

— Isso mesmo, bom garoto… você está indo tão bem… — Namjoon elogiava, a voz arrastada e rouca, suas coxas tremendo levemente com o prazer.

Jin ajustou seus movimentos dentro de S/N, acertando a próstata dele com precisão a cada estocada. O garoto, já completamente sensível, deixou seu corpo se arquear ainda mais, gemidos desesperados escapando entre um suspiro e outro enquanto o prazer crescia, seus olhos brilhando de lágrimas de prazer enquanto era completamente consumido pelos dois.

S/N arfou alto quando Jin finalmente atingiu seu limite, suas últimas estocadas rápidas e precisas o fizeram gemer descontroladamente. Jin segurou sua cintura com força, empurrando-se fundo uma última vez enquanto seu calor preenchia S/N, arrancando gemidos longos e intensos do garoto.

Quando Jin se retirou, S/N caiu sobre o peito de Namjoon, respirando pesado e trêmulo, o corpo sensível e os olhos ainda marejados de prazer. Mas Namjoon não estava disposto a dar uma pausa para ele. Ele segurou S/N pelo quadril e o posicionou sobre seu colo.

— Amor, senta pra mim. Deixa eu cuidar de você agora… — Namjoon murmurou com a voz rouca, seus dedos firmes guiando S/N.

S/N protestou baixinho, o corpo ainda sensível e latejando após Jin.

— Namjoon, eu… não sei se aguento… — Ele choramingou, mas os olhos de Namjoon estavam cheios de desejo e carinho, como se prometessem que ele cuidaria de tudo.

— Você consegue, meu bom garoto. Me deixa orgulhoso, S/N. — Namjoon incentivou, segurando a base de seu próprio membro e guiando S/N lentamente.

S/N apertou os lábios, seu corpo estremecendo enquanto o comprimento de Namjoon deslizava para dentro dele, esticando-o ainda mais. Ele arqueou as costas e mordeu os lábios para abafar um gemido, seus olhos revirando quando Namjoon finalmente o preencheu por completo.

— Meu Deus, você é tão… apertado… porra… — Namjoon suspirou, segurando os quadris de S/N para ajudar nos movimentos enquanto o garoto se ajustava.

Jin, observando a cena, não resistiu e se aproximou. Ele segurou o rosto de Namjoon e o puxou para um beijo profundo, suas mãos passeando pelo peito e barriga de S/N. Jin desceu lentamente até os mamilos sensíveis de S/N, rolando-os entre os dedos e arrancando gemidos altos dele.

Namjoon começou a mover seus quadris contra S/N, guiando os movimentos dele enquanto sua outra mão deslizava para o membro de S/N, começando a acariciá-lo com firmeza.

S/N gemeu baixinho, seu corpo tremendo e sua respiração ofegante enquanto alcançava o ápice, seu prazer explodindo de maneira quase avassaladora. Ele sentiu seu próprio calor derramar-se entre seu corpo e a barriga de Namjoon, sujando as mãos dele no processo. Um gemido arrastado escapou de seus lábios, seus olhos semicerrados enquanto sua cabeça caía para trás, completamente rendido.

Namjoon, sentindo o aperto intenso ao redor de si, também não conseguiu resistir. Ele segurou os quadris de S/N com firmeza, enterrando-se fundo uma última vez enquanto liberava tudo dentro dele, sua respiração entrecortada por gemidos baixos e roucos. Ele apertou S/N contra si, seus corpos tremendo juntos enquanto sentia sua essência se misturar com a de Jin.

Jin, observando os dois, sorriu com carinho e satisfação. Ele estava sentado ao lado deles, seu olhar percorrendo os dois com um misto de orgulho e amor. — Vocês dois são perfeitos… — murmurou, sua voz suave enquanto acariciava os cabelos bagunçados de S/N e traçava círculos preguiçosos na pele de Namjoon.

Depois de algum tempo, os três se ajudaram a se limpar rapidamente, trocando risadas suaves e toques gentis. Quando finalmente estavam prontos, eles se aconchegaram juntos no sofá grande da sala. Jin se posicionou de um lado, Namjoon do outro, enquanto S/N ficou no meio, seus corpos entrelaçados de maneira protetora e reconfortante.

Entre sussurros de palavras doces e juras de amor, o cansaço venceu. O som de suas respirações tranquilas preencheu a sala, e os três adormeceram juntos, envoltos em calor e afeto, perfeitamente completos nos braços um do outro.

Na manhã seguinte, S/N despertou lentamente, sentindo o calor aconchegante dos corpos de Jin e Namjoon ao seu lado. Ele sorriu ao perceber como estava completamente envolto pelos dois, seus namorados, suas fontes de felicidade. O amor que sentia por aqueles dois parecia crescer a cada dia, mesmo com todas as brincadeiras, provocações e a dinâmica caótica que tinham juntos.

Ao virar a cabeça para o relógio, S/N notou que faltava apenas uma hora para Namjoon sair para o trabalho. Ele suspirou e começou a acordá-lo gentilmente, acariciando o rosto dele e murmurando:

— Joonie, hora de acordar… você não quer se atrasar.

Namjoon resmungou algo incompreensível antes de abrir os olhos lentamente, piscando para ajustar a visão. Jin, que estava do outro lado, também foi despertado pelo movimento. Ele bocejou e olhou para Namjoon, dizendo com um sorriso sonolento:

— Vai lá, amor… se arruma. A gente se cuida por aqui.

Jin puxou S/N mais para perto, envolvendo-o em um abraço apertado, enquanto Namjoon se sentava no sofá, ainda meio grogue. Antes de sair, ele se inclinou para beijar Jin e depois S/N, demorando um pouco mais com o segundo beijo, murmurando:

— Amo vocês dois.

— Nós também te amamos, Joonie. Tenha um bom dia no trabalho — respondeu S/N com um sorriso preguiçoso, enquanto Jin acenava com a mão antes de puxá-lo novamente para o sofá.

— Agora é nossa vez de aproveitar mais umas horinhas de descanso — Jin disse com um tom satisfeito, enterrando o rosto no pescoço de S/N.

Namjoon deu um último olhar carinhoso para os dois antes de sair do quarto para se arrumar, já sentindo saudades, mas com o coração cheio por saber que voltaria para eles no final do dia.

CENA BÔNUS

O cenário estava montado, e S/N estava completamente à mercê dos dois namorados. Tudo começou quando Jin, ardendo de ciúmes, viu S/N rindo e tocando casualmente no braço de um colega de trabalho na saída da clínica. Ele ficou em silêncio no caminho para casa, mas o olhar fulminante e a energia carregada denunciavam seu estado de espírito.

Assim que chegaram, Jin relatou tudo a Namjoon, ainda irritado, gesticulando enquanto descrevia como S/N parecia “próximo demais” daquele colega. Namjoon, apesar de menos ciumento, percebeu a tensão no namorado e, mesmo sem dar tanta importância ao evento, viu uma oportunidade para "reafirmar o domínio" deles de uma forma que S/N nunca iria esquecer.

Agora, S/N estava deitado entre os dois, ofegante, com os corpos quentes de Jin e Namjoon pressionados contra ele. Jin o segurava pela cintura, mantendo-o firme enquanto o penetrava profundamente, seus movimentos repletos de urgência e paixão. S/N se apoiava no peito dele, gemendo entrecortadamente, seus dedos agarrando os lençóis.

Atrás dele, Namjoon estava igualmente envolvido, entrando devagar e firme, sincronizando seus movimentos com os de Jin, como se os dois tivessem ensaiado aquilo. Namjoon segurava os quadris de S/N com força, seus dentes roçando a orelha dele enquanto murmurava com voz rouca:

— Você é nosso, só nosso, S/N… ninguém mais vai te tocar desse jeito.

Jin, por sua vez, erguia o rosto de S/N com uma mão, forçando-o a olhar em seus olhos enquanto sorria satisfeito:

— Diga pra gente, amor… diga que ninguém mais faz você se sentir assim.

S/N só conseguia gemer em resposta, o corpo sobrecarregado pelo prazer intenso. Cada estocada os fazia se mover em perfeita harmonia, os dois trabalhando juntos para arrancar todos os sons doces de S/N, que se entregava completamente.

A combinação de palavras, toques e os olhares possessivos de Jin e Namjoon só fazia S/N se sentir ainda mais deles, como se não houvesse espaço para mais ninguém em sua vida. O calor crescente entre os três era a prova do vínculo inquebrável que compartilhavam, e enquanto Jin e Namjoon continuavam com seus ritmos, S/N sabia que estava exatamente onde deveria estar.

CENA BÔNUS DOIS

S/N estava enfiado em uma pilha de cobertores no sofá, com o nariz levemente vermelho e os olhos meio fechados pela febre. Apesar de se sentir fraco, ele protestava contra toda a atenção excessiva de Jin e Namjoon, mas seus esforços eram inúteis. Jin, que parecia mais preocupado do que o necessário, não saia de perto nem por um segundo. Ele ajustava os travesseiros, verificava a temperatura de S/N com a palma da mão e insistia que ele tomasse goles de chá de tempos em tempos.

Namjoon, por outro lado, observava de longe, organizando remédios e separando o cronograma para garantir que tudo estivesse sob controle. Contudo, seu olhar não conseguia desviar de S/N, que, mesmo doente, parecia irresistivelmente adorável. As bochechas naturalmente rosadas pela febre o deixavam mais fofo do que o normal, e Namjoon se pegou pensando em como seria foder um S/N febril, e deixou escapar algo que deveria ter mantido apenas na cabeça:

— Será que lá dentro do cuzinho dele tá mais quentinho quando ele tá com febre?

Houve um silêncio constrangedor, seguido por S/N e Jin virando os rostos para encará-lo ao mesmo tempo. Jin arregalou os olhos, claramente chocado, antes de dar um leve tapa no ombro de Namjoon.

— Você não tem vergonha, Namjoon?! Ele tá doente, pelo amor de Deus!

S/N, por outro lado, começou a rir baixinho, o som levemente rouco pela febre, mas ainda tão doce quanto sempre.

— Namjoon, você é mesmo um pervertido…

O comentário deixou Namjoon embaraçado, coçando a nuca enquanto desviava o olhar. Jin, embora ainda aborrecido, acabou sorrindo diante da reação de S/N.

— Está vendo? Você tá fazendo ele rir enquanto deveria estar descansando, seu idiota — Jin disse, tentando manter o tom sério, mas falhando miseravelmente.

— Pelo menos consegui distrair ele um pouco, né? — Namjoon respondeu com um sorrisinho atrevido, se aproximando para ajeitar os cobertores ao redor de S/N.

S/N apenas balançou a cabeça, se acomodando mais fundo nos travesseiros enquanto ainda sorria, pensando que, apesar das brincadeiras e do ciúme bobo entre os dois, ele não poderia ter escolhido namorados melhores para cuidar dele.

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Tea and Olive (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: Seokjin's best friend and girlfriend run into each other.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Angst

Word count: 2.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: minor language

A/N: Another bonus drabble! A little nervous about it; it's another one with OCs at the forefront but I hope it works. It's set two days after A Night of Firsts.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @purpleseoul7 (lmk if you want to be added)

Listen to: "more than words" by extreme

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It’s too late in the day for another coffee, but Seulgi can’t help but crave some caffeine anyway. It’s not her best quality, but with the disturbed sleep she’s had the last two nights, she decides to cut herself some slack.

She scans the menu behind the barista and when it’s her turn, she makes a split second decision she hopes she won’t regret.

“Um, tea,” she murmurs, placing her credit card on the counter.

The barista, a young girl with green bangs and a diamond stud on the side of her nose, frowns. “Tea?”

The Starbucks logo all over the coffee shop seems to suddenly come into focus, but Seulgi rallies. “Uh, yeah. Tea. I like tea.”

The barista nods after a moment, reaching for a cup and asking Seulgi her name. “Not too many people order tea at a Starbucks. You’re probably… the second person all day.”

“Sounds about right,” she agrees, slightly self-conscious, but the barista doesn’t seem to be judging her. If anything, she looks vaguely impressed. She swipes the card and ushers Seulgi to the pick-up counter.

It’s been a busy Sunday but thankfully, it’s coming to a close. After a whole day of running errands and completing chores, all the way until her studio apartment is sparkling clean and organised to the T and all other loose ends like bank work, her gym membership and her car oil are up to date, Seulgi finds herself with a remarkable amount of mind space to think about things she’s been avoiding all weekend.

She realises she hasn’t been paying attention to the orders being called out and looks up to see a cup with steam rising from the hole in the lid. Even from a distance she can smell the familiar, comforting scent of tea and she reaches for the glass when a different barista stops her.

“This one isn’t yours, ma’am,” she says in a monotone, before gesturing to an empty glass near the espresso machine and cream with Seulgi’s name scrawled on it.

Seulgi frowns - did she accidentally order two teas? She turns the cup in front of her to read the name, not understanding instantly why she feels a jolt in her chest. Before she can try, though, someone reaches for the cup from behind her.

“Sorry, I think that’s -“

Nari stops abruptly, her face going slightly slack when she recognises Seulgi.

“… mine.”

It takes Seulgi a moment to realise she’s still holding the cup and she lets it go immediately.

“Sorry.”

Nari doesn’t answer, looking just as awkward, and simply takes the cup.

It’s been less than forty-eight hours since that horrific dinner at Seokjin’s apartment ended. Seulgi had said some things, tried to spend the weekend processing the rest and while she hasn’t spoken to Seokjin since, she wouldn’t have bet on running into Nari first.

Seulgi doesn’t realise how fast her heart is racing until Nari reaches for the wooden stirrers next to her, and she realises she’s holding her breath.

“Hey,” she blurts out, turning to face Nari.

Nari halts in front of the sugar sachets and frowns. “Hey?” she replies, sounding as though she’s guessing the correct answer.

It’s not the most encouraging response, but it’s better than nothing. Making peace with Nari wasn’t part of today’s schedule, but it’s necessary at some point so Seulgi decides to pencil it in anyway.

“Listen, I… I wanted to apologise for how I acted the other night,” she says steadily to Nari’s shoulder. “I was a bit…” Defensive? Irritated? Bitchy? “… curt.”

Nari doesn’t look up at her, but it’s clear she’s listening. Finally, she shrugs. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

Seulgi purses her lips and nods to herself. It’s not completely unexpected; she supposes if she were in Nari’s place, she might not want to outwardly acknowledge their mutual discomfort either.

Still, she could use some help. She steels herself, her gaze running over Nari’s casual and comfortable attire, her unstyled hair falling naturally down her shoulders. It makes her conscious of her own effortful appearance, including her decision to straighten her hair just to run a few errands.

“Oh. Well, anyway.” Seulgi exhales shakily. “I could’ve behaved better.” As could you, she thinks, but bites her tongue.

Nari nods noncommittally and says nothing, mixing the sugar into her tea.

Seulgi resists the urge to glare. This is Seokjin’s best friend, she tells herself. She’s his family. Not you.

The same words that have been swimming through her mind all weekend come into full focus now. Nari is his family, with a twenty year headstart over herself. Seokjin may not have said it in so many words, but Seulgi knows how to read subtext well enough to know that the onus of fixing this lies with her. She tries again.

“Look, I know that you and Seokjin are a little on the outs right now,” she ventures, “and I get it. But -“

“You do? Because that makes one of us.”

Fuck this. Seulgi knows when to admit defeat. “Fine,” she says, disappointed in everything but especially her own efforts. “I’ll leave you alone.”

Seulgi is out of the Starbucks when she realises she’s forgotten her drink. She considers going back for it for a moment but the humiliation just doesn’t feel worth it. Her hatchback is all the way down the row of parked cars so despite the low sun, she retrieves her sunglasses from her bag, proceeding to spill her wallet and keys in the process.

Swearing under breath, she bends to pick them up and when she straightens up, it’s to see Nari in front of her, one cup in each hand.

“You forgot your tea.” Her tone is as dry as ever, but she meets Seulgi’s eyes for the first time before her gaze flickers and she lowers it.

For a wild moment, Seulgi considers responding just as pettily as Nari did. But the moment passes and she takes the cup. “Thanks,” she mutters.

The awkwardness is physically painful, but neither of them moves.

“My car is this way,” says Seulgi eventually.

“Oh. So is my… hospital.” Nari takes a tentative step in the same direction and a second later, so does Seulgi.

“You’re working today?” she asks, mostly to avoid the silence.

“Mhm. People get sick on Sundays, too.”

Seulgi nods and resists the urge to roll her eyes, sipping at her hot tea and glancing at the street. It’s the golden hour; the sky is a baby pink and the lights inside the shops are starting to turn on. She looks ahead at the parking lot; her car is still at least three minutes away.

“I interrupted you,” says Nari, breaking the silence. “Before. You were saying something.”

Seulgi struggles to remember. Barely two minutes have passed since then but it feels like ages. “Can’t recall,” she says finally. “It’s fine.”

Nari only nods, saying nothing. Seulgi wonders with a mild frustration why she’s walking with her at all. So far, nothing Nari has said or done indicates that she thinks much of Seulgi at all and while a primitive, teenage part of her mind can guess why, she’d like to believe they’re all mature enough to look beyond that.

She glances at Nari out of the corner of her eye. Nari, Seokjin’s best friend. The best friend that slept with him, almost got pregnant with his child, and meant the world to him. Still does, no matter what seems to be going with them.

Seulgi feels the familiar clench of insecurity clamp around her heart. She swallows, hating how her eyes sting momentarily.

“I really like him,” she confesses in a low voice, tightening her fingers around the cup to stop them from shaking.

For a moment, it doesn’t seem as though Nari has heard her. They’re of the same height, and she smells faintly of lilies and sanitiser.

“He really likes you, too.” There’s a note of acceptance in her tone, as though she’s known it all along but hasn’t quite acknowledged it yet.

It’s unexpected. “Really?”

Nari nods. “He doesn’t get serious with girls too often.”

“I don’t know if I would call us serious,” she murmurs, thinking privately that she isn’t even sure if Seokjin wants to see her right now, especially after the way they’d parted that night.

“You’re hosting dinners with him,” points out Nari. “That’s reasonably serious in his book.” She gives Seulgi an awkward half-glance. “He’s busy… and his job is stressful.” She pauses. “He needs someone steady. Someone who understands his obligations.”

She elaborates no more and it takes Seulgi a moment to realise that she, apparently, is the someone in this scenario.

“It’s none of my business,” she begins slowly - bravely, for this line of conversation risks disturbing their precarious cordiality. “But… if you and Seokjin are fighting, why did you agree to come to dinner at his house?” With me?

But Nari shakes her head. “We’re not fighting. I wasn’t exaggerating before… I don’t know what’s going on with us.”

They reach Seulgi’s car and she halts, Nari following suit a moment later. It’s getting a bit chilly; loose strands of her hair whip around her face and neck until she tucks them back, her gaze fixed on her cup. Seulgi takes a sip from her own, noting a little regretfully that her drink is almost over.

“I’ve known Seokjin a long time,” she murmurs, frowning a little and running her thumb around the lid. “He’s been there for a lot of my… internal crises, if you can call them that. I’m not great at handling them,” she confesses, “but he’s the steady one, you know? I push him away sometimes - like when I was preparing for my residency, at that party in Hyeri’s house, then later when - um, after his brother’s wedding -”

Seulgi says nothing, guessing she’s referring to their pregnancy scare. Her stomach twists uncomfortably at yet another reminder of their shared, intimate history.

“Anyway.” Nari sighs heavily. “I push him away and he comes back every time. This time he didn’t.” She bites her lip. “He’s the most reliable person in my life. But maybe I pushed him too far, or… it doesn’t matter. But it’s not his fault. And it’s not yours either.”

For the first time, Seulgi wonders what it would be like if she’d met Seokjin while things were still good between him and Nari. Would they even have met? Would she and Nari have gotten along? Or would her fear of being second best have been worse, making her an ugly version of herself who asked her boyfriend to choose?

The answer comes surprisingly easily, for it’s not about what the choice would be - it’s whether there would even be a choice. She can’t compete with Nari and neither does she want to try.

“He hasn’t talked to me about… this. Not that he needs to,” she clarifies quickly. “But… he talks about you a lot. He misses you,” she admits after a moment.

Nari cracks a hint of a smile, and Seulgi can tell she’s grateful for that information. She shrugs weakly, however, looking up at Seulgi properly for the first time. “I think… if we want to have any chance of saving our friendship, I should probably stay away for a bit.”

That’s the worst idea, thinks Seulgi. But a small, selfish, anxious part of her that feels like she could be seriously falling for this man chooses not to say anything.

A beeping sound makes them both jump slightly and Nari winces, fishing out a pager from her pocket. “I should go,” she murmurs, glancing at the screen.

“Oh. Yeah.” Seulgi takes a step back, realising that they’ve been standing at her car for longer than she would’ve expected.

Nari moves to leave but turns after a moment. Now that she’s making genuine eye contact with her, Seulgi notices how troubled she looks. She wishes she could help; despite her underlying wariness about this woman who seems to have an undeniable connection with her boyfriend, Seulgi feels a stirring of sympathy for her.

She should want Nari to stay away. But she remembers Seokjin’s visibly growing disappointment at the dinner,how his face had fallen every time Nari had brushed him off, and knows that the distance between them would only make things worse.

Nari clears her throat. “He’s not… the best at being vulnerable. Or admitting when something is bothering him. He likes being the rock,” she says, and there’s a subtle note of exasperation there, “and he’s good at it. But sometimes that leaves him with no one in his corner.”

Seulgi bites her lip, trying to suppress the guilt that’s been clawing at her chest all weekend. She had left him with no one in his corner, after his best friend had rejected him, blaming him for things out of his control.

“He’s still my best friend.” Nari swallows and shrugs awkwardly. “Just… take care of him. He’ll be wonderful to you.” She raises a hand in farewell and walks away, her head lowered slightly.

Seulgi watches her leave, spotting Seoul National Hospital a few hundred metres away. She glances at her phone, noting the dozen messages in her notifications sans the only one she was hoping for.

It’s been two days since the dinner. Seulgi moves to take a sip from her cup but realises it’s empty, sighing when it occurs to her that she didn’t get to enjoy her tea at all. She walks back to the shop and orders another one, adding a caramel macchiato as well.

“Name?”

“Seulgi,” she says automatically, bringing out her card. “And… Seokjin.”

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i-am-baechu · 1 year ago

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Chapter Thirteen: The One About Exes Part Two

Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate.

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Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, barista reader!, slow burn (friends with benefits to lovers kind of), semi-short storyish format, friendships, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader

Side ships: Hoseok x OC

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, homophobia, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage

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“Y/N, I-”

“Taehyung, I need a few minutes of silence...please.”

Taehyung sighed and looked down at his hotel carpet in defeat. He had no idea this was going to happen, how could he? He was excited that Y/N was here with him, he missed her so much but he never imagined their reunion would turn out like this. Her sitting away from him mad/sad at what happened and him looking down at the ground with confusion. How was he supposed to know his ex-girlfriend was going to show up?

Eight hours ago

Y/N was waiting at the airport with her phone in her hand. Jungkook was the one that helped her plan all of this and she felt touched that he wanted to help her. They didn’t have many interactions but she was glad that he liked her. She was reading random news articles until she got a text from Jungkook, I’m in the private section. I’ll meet you at the entrance and then we can go : ).

She smiled at this and put her phone in her pocket as she stood up. She gathered her luggage and headed towards the area. This was her first time out of the country. She wanted to go to Ireland last year but things got complicated with the tickets. She's never missed someone so much that she would spend almost a thousand dollars to go see them but here she is.

She looked past all the people around her the best she could and saw Jungkook leaning behind the sign. She knew it was him because she bought him that hoodie before he left New York. She smiled to herself and ran towards him with joy in her step, “Kook.”

Jungkook looked up from his phone and she couldn’t see his face. He had a mask and sunglasses on but she could tell that he was smiling through the lens, “Y/N. How was your flight?”

“It was long, it was my first time flying outside of the country.”

“Oh, really? I hope it went well for you.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and let out a small laugh, “It was fine. Nothing great nor bad happened, that’s all you can ask for. How's Tae?”

Jungkook looked around before he tilted his head towards the exit and she nodded her head. The two walked through the area with Jungkook’s hand gently on her back, “Tae’s been...he’s been off.”

She looked at him and frowned at this, “Why? Is it because of the lack of sleep or something else?”

“I honestly think it's because he misses you. You know this is the first time he had someone on tour. I don’t think he knows how to act, he's a sensitive person who just hides it.”

“We-We’re not together.”

“Sureee....”

She nodded her head and made a mental note. She bit her lip because she wanted to know how Taehyung was doing with Namjoon but she didn’t know if it was appropriate for her to ask, “How have you been doing?”

Jungkook opened the door for her and they entered the parking lot. He took off his mask and sunglasses to give her his bunny smile, “I’ve been having fun. Hoseok has been taking me out to ramen almost every night.”

“That sounds fun, has he talked about Julia?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at this and let out a small groan, “Yes, he tells me everything. Why?”

Y/N sighed at this and looked at him, “Julia hasn’t really been talking to us all that much.”

“Oh, why?”

“Her cousin is in town. When he's in town, we don’t hear from her. At least Hoseok talks about her, makes me feel better.”

Jungkook opened the car door for her and nodded his head, “I’m sure she's okay. Let me put your luggage in the back.”

“Thank you, kook.”He sat next to her in the middle after doing that and it was clear he was excited. She raised her eyebrow at this and let out a small laugh, “You're really excited about this.”

“I never surprised Tae before. Well, not like this. I’m excited to see his face and maybe then he can be happy.”

Y/N frowned at this and looked down at her shoes, “Has he been sad?”

“He’s been more irritated. He hasn’t talked to Namjoon or Yoongi in a week or so.”

I know about Namjoon but Yoongi...that means something happened, “I’m sure it's stress too.”

“That’s true, he’s not really good at handling stress. I was thinking we should just go straight to his room.”

She nodded her head and smiled at him, “That sounds exciting. I missed him.”

“And trust me, he missed you.”

The ride there was short and the nerves started to come through. It’s been a while since she’s seen Taehyung. Yes, they talk on the phone almost every day and even Facetime but this was different. Would he act the same with her in person? She hoped so. She just recently figured out her feelings towards him and wanted him to feel the same way. She thought he did but you can never be so sure about people. Of course, he was different but you never know.

They walked in the long tan hallway and with each step she took, her steps got louder in her ears. It felt like the walls around her were sucking her up and she felt like she was going to get sick. Jungkook noticed this and gently rubbed her shoulders causing her to look up at him, “It's going to be okay. You shouldn’t feel nervous, he missed you.”

“I hope so...he’s told me so many times but I don’t know...it’s my brain being my enemy right now.”

“Well, listen to your heart then.”

She sighed and nodded her head, “You’re right...is this his room?”

Jungkook nodded his head and smiled at her, “Good luck.”

“What do you mean-” Jungkook knocked on the door and ran away leaving her standing with a confused look. She blinked twice and she registered what just happened. Jungkook left her and she was by herself now. That asshole.

“Jungkook, I swear- Y/N?”

She stared at him with a blank expression until she processed. It was Taehyung, it was really him looking at her with shock, “Tae, surprise.”

Taehyung didn’t even say anything and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her into a tight hug. She smiled to herself and wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt soft kisses on her neck, “I miss you so much, Y/N.”

“I miss you too.”

When they let go Taehyung smiled at her and pushed some hair behind her ear, “How did you get here?”

“Jungkook helped me.”

“That little brat. I should’ve known he was up to something.”

She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, “How?”

“He was acting weird. He’s not good at hiding things.”

She got on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his chin, “I’m glad he hid this. I missed you so much, Tae.”

“I missed you more. Did you pack that pink bra I like?”

She rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulders, “Shut the fuck up and get inside.” He grabbed her luggage and closed the door as she looked back at him with a small smirk, “Yes, yes I did.”

Taehyung bit his lip and set her luggage in the corner, “Are you wearing it?”

“I don’t know...I forgot. It was a long flight.”

“How about we found out together.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and sat on the bed with her legs slightly open, “I guess, I have nothing else to do.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh and took off the shirt, “Let’s investigate.”

She smiled to herself and shrugged her shoulders, “If you can. I don’t think you can solve the mystery.”

“Is that right? I guess I have to get to work.”

“Yes, you do...sir.”

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After four rounds, Y/N and Taehyung lay in the bed as they stared up at the ceiling together. She was cuddled into his side as his arm was wrapped around her shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “I missed you. Fuck, I missed this.”

She let out a small laugh and placed a kiss on his chest, “I can’t believe I lasted this long without you.”

“You sound dramatic.”

She moved to straddle his waist and shrugged her shoulders, “I have nothing else to do...hey can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.”

She looked away for a split second and then back at him with a frown, “Jungkook told me you haven’t been talking to Yoongi...is everything okay?”

Taehyung sighed, he needed to slap the shit out of Jungkook the next time he saw him, “Baby, it's nothing...I just found out something and I didn’t like it.”

“Tae, please tell me.”

He sighed and nodded his head, “I found out what happened with my ex...Namjoon and Yoongi lied to me about it.”

“Tell me.”

Taehyung told her everything and she was shocked, “I just don’t know what to do, baby.”

Y/N kissed his forehead and gave him a small smile, “You just need time...but you have to remember you work with them. You have to try and work with them, even though you're not happy about it. Once this tour is done, you can have a small break from them.”

He nodded his head and softly rubbed her thigh, “You're right...I just can’t help it.”

“I know babe but time will heal. Don’t rush it.”

Before he could say anything there was a knock at the door. She got off his waist and gave him a small smile, “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be waiting for you.”

He smiled at her and felt his heart flutter at her words. He watched her go into the bathroom and she gave him a small wave before she closed the door. He got up and put on random black shorts from his bag and a shirt as he made his way to the door. He opened the door and he frowned at what was in front of him, “Aria? What the hell are you doing here?”

Aria gave him a small smile, “I wanted to see you...I needed to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone, Yoongi told me everything. Why would you do that to me?”

Aria sighed and looked away from him, “I was being selfish...I was protecting myself.”

“You broke me and you didn’t care.”

Aria looked back and glared at him, “I did care!”

“No, you didn’t. If you cared then you would have never done that to me. Honestly, I want to say thank you for doing that. I met the girl of my dreams and it's not you.”

“That tweet then, it's true.”

Taehyung sighed and rolled his eyes, “Aria just leave.”

“Tae, is everything okay?”

Tae turned to see Y/N in a white robe and he couldn’t help a smile, “Is that her?”

Aria moved past him and looked at Y/N with a glare as Y/N returned the glare, “I have a name but you're not worth knowing it.”

Aria looked back at Taehyung and shook her head, “Your dream girl is this? She's average.”

“I may be average but at least I would never break Taehyung’s heart. You're embarrassing yourself...have some self-respect.”

She scoffed at this as she continued to stare at Taehyung, “You really think I’ll let this go.”

Taehyund nodded his head and made his way to Y/N. He wrapped his arm around her waist, “Yeah because I don’t want you and never will.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “You made the worst decision, remember I have pictures of us and I’ll find out who you are. I’ll make your life hell.”

“Then I’ll sue you.”

Aria didn’t say anything but she slammed the door. Y/N shook her head and walked towards the bed with her head hanging low. Taehyung followed her with a worried look, “Y/N, I-”

“Taehyung, I need a few minutes of silence...please.”

He was about to leave but she grabbed his wrist, “Tae...what are we?”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N looked away and then back with a shy gaze, “Are we together? I heard you call me your dream girl but we never clarified...”

Taehyung let out a laugh and shook his head, “A girl just threatened us together and you're worried about our status?”

“She can try it. I can take care of myself, what are we?”

“Well, you're my girlfriend.”

Y/N smiled at this and leaned forward placing a kiss on his forehead, “Let’s sue her together then.”

“That was really hot coming from you.”

She smirked at this and untied her robe, “Then show me how hot it was.”

Extended Ending:

Jungkook was eating ramen with Hoseok when his phone buzzed. Hoseok raised his eyebrow and put the bowl down, “Who is it?”

“It's Taehyung but he shouldn’t be texting me.”

Hoseok let out a small laugh and put down his chopsticks, “What did he say?”

“When you get back I’m going to kick your ass...Hyung! What did I do! I gave him the greatest gift!”

“Well...you're going to deal with it..”

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witchboyjimin · 9 months ago

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km blind date except they were meeting someone else but ended up sitting at the wrong (or right? hehe) table?

have a good night!!

jeongguk glances around the coffee shop, attempting to find the blond head of hair seokjin had told him to look out for. when he'd pointed out that any number of people could be blond and that that was a shit clue to find his blind date, seokjin had narrowed his eyes, very helpfully called him an ungrateful brat and harrumphed away.

now, jeongguk wishes he'd annoyed seokjin a little more and at least gotten a picture of this guy he's supposed to be seeing. jeongguk's not even sure he remembers the name but he blames that on how his brain feels like soup dripping out of his ears. he'd barely gotten out of having to put in another hour of overtime at work, his team lead grumbling about how today's generation simply did not want to work.

jeongguk did agree. he didn't dream of labour.

if he could, he'd lie in bed playing video games or reading manga all day, jerking off in between. the last thing he wants to do is complete financial audits and stare at balance sheets.

he sighs, failing to find anyone blond and decides to just get a drink and find an empty table. hopefully, seokjin had given a better description of jeongguk to whoever he was supposed to meet and they would find him.

as the line shortens, jeongguk notices that the coffee shop has a few tables tucked into the very back of the shop, hidden by some large potted plants. he spots a blond head of hair artfully styled back and parted to the left but the man is looking down at his phone.

jeongguk should really check to see what his date's name is supposed to be and he's just about to pull out his phone to check when the barista calls out a name: "a hot chocolate for jimin!"

the blond head perks up and jeongguk's brain short circuits, leaving behind nothing but white noise because holy shit.

there's no way seokjin knows someone so beautiful. there's no way seokjin hasn't introduced jeongguk to this, this jimin before.

jeongguk is transfixed, watching in wide eyed awe as jimin walks over to the counter to get his drink. he's the most gorgeous person jeongguk has ever seen before: pretty, expressive eyes, a plush mouth, a cute nose, a slim frame hidden under a fluffy green sweater. his nails are painted, silver hoops dangling from his ears, and when he turns around to head back to his table, jeongguk nearly groans outloud at the sight of his round, plump ass.

"uh, are you in line?"

"wha -- ?" jeongguk nearly jumps out of his skin, twisting around to see the person who's spoken to him. he blinks, unsure. is he in line?

the person looks annoyed and jeongguk doesn't have time for this.

he shakes his head and makes a beeline to jimin's table, his palms suddenly sweaty.

jeongguk clears his throat when he's close, catching jimin's attention. he's only just sat down, his drink untouched, and when he looks up at jeongguk, he swears he can hear wedding bells in his head.

"jimin?" jeongguk asks, praying to the universe that this is in fact his date.

"um, yes?" jimin blinks, hesitant but receptive.

jeongguk barrels on. "sorry, i -- i'm your date? our friend -- "

"oh my gosh! you -- i mean hyung said you were handsome but -- i, oh god, please, p-please have a seat!"

jeongguk laughs, the tips of his ears burning at jimin's slip up. he's endeared beyond belief by jimin's flustered chatter. his cheeks are flushed the prettiest shade of pink jeongguk has ever seen in his life and god, he's going to kiss seokjin on the mouth!

he takes the offered seat and grins. "so you think i'm handsome, jimin-ssi?"

jimin, already embarrassed, turns bright red, the blush sinking down down down until it disappears past his sweater's neckline. jeongguk, entirely too pleased, leans forward, resting his arms on the table. "if it makes you feel any better, i forgot where i was when i first spotted you."

"w-what?" jimin's eyes widen, his expression so sweetly innocent that jeongguk nearly groans in arousal.

"just that you're so breathtaking, i think my brain imploded back there. it's a miracle i'm still alive."

"ohmygod," jimin squeaks and jeongguk is so fucking done for, holy shit. how can a person be so cute!?

"sorry, i'm being a lot aren't i?"

"no!" jimin immediately assures, nearly reaching out for jeongguk's arms. he seems to flail for a split second, unsure what to do with himself and barely misses knocking his hot chocolate clean off the table. "i'm just -- usually -- that is, i. this is my first time on a blind date."

"mine, too," jeongguk smiles, wanting to put jimin at ease. he's clearly going to be very fun to tease but jeongguk wants this to go well. he's never wanted something more. "i'm sorry if my teasing was too much."

"you hardly teased me," jimin murmurs, his head ducking shyly. jeongguk squeezes his hands into fists to keep from squealing at how cute jimin is. then he adds, quieter, "thank you for the compliment..."

"jeongguk," he says, a little relieved that jimin hadn't known his name either. that made him feel a little better about his own forgetfulness.

"it's very nice to meet you, jeongguk-ssi," jimin smiles, his eyes turning into little crescents. jeongguk's heart skips a beat at the sight and maybe, just maybe his friends were right about this whole blind dating thing.

all he needed to do was see what was out there and what was out there was this stunning angel.

it's not until jeongguk gets home from the best date of his life, busy staring at the selfie jimin sent him so he could set it as jimin's profile picture in his contacts that seokjin shoots him a text demanding why jeongguk bailed on his date.

what do you mean bailed?

hyunjae said you never showed, asshole

who the fuck is hyunjae?

your date???????

oh.

#anon #replies #fic #kookmin #sorry this is late!! i am currently going down a bl reading spiral...and being forced to have a social life so time is limited #i will try and post another prompt tmrw! and there's 2 more after that #thank you to anyone who reads :3 #and i hope you like this anon!

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shuadotcom · 2 years ago

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Smile | KSJ

🎾 Summary: Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you. 🎾 Pairing: Pro Tennis Player!Seokjin x Barista Afab!Reader 🎾 Genre & AUs: Fluff, strangers to lovers au, cafe au (kinda), sports au 🎾 Rating: PG 🎾 Warnings: Like 3 curse words 🎾 Words: 2.8k 🎾 Note: This is for the Catch of the Century: Dirty 30 collab hosted by the amazing @joheunsaram! ❤️ This was supposed to be a completely different fic with a bunch of angst and whatnot but 1) it’s been missing Seokjin soft hours over here lately and 2) life sucks and I wanted some cute, lighthearted fluffy shit to get me through it lol. The songspo for this is You Don’t Know My Name by Alicia Keys and it's more a loose, roles reversed version of that kinda. This started as an oldddddd fic of mine that I rewrote. I’ll probably still write the other fic I had in mind in the future when I’m feeling angsty again.

A huge thank you to @hobipaint for being my first beta and helping me expand on a few details for the better of the premise and plot and thank you to @snoozeagustd for being my second beta and making sure my jumble of words made sense - thank you x500 both of you!! 🫶🏽 And thank you to the always iconic @kithtaehyung for this absolutely phenomenal banner!! ❤️ 🎾 Net tag: @kflixnet

Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

Kim Seokjin has all of these things and has done so many things and yet…for some reason, he’s unable to simply ask you for your number or get to know you.

It’s embarrassing for him really, yet the courage to do anything about it evades him at each opportunity. He’d never been a believer in love at first sight, that is until he first set his sights on you.

It’s close to sundown when he and his team arrive in the country for a week-long doubles match and everyone is in need of caffeine before meeting with some sports magazine for a last-minute but important interview. Seokjin, his match partner Taehyung, and the rest of his entourage bustle into the cafe that sits across from their hotel, thankful for its close proximity.

His manager Namjoon takes everyone's orders as they all occupy a few tables by the register and Seokjin accompanies him to place the order. He’s fumbling with his phone, not paying attention too much until he hears the sound of your voice in front of them.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

Seokjin’s eyes shoot up to look at you and he visibly falters, thankful that Namjoon is the one doing the talking.

You catch his eye immediately as you look at the two of them with what he would describe plainly as a bored expression on your beautiful face. He watches your perfect lips as they move, speaking with Namjoon and typing the orders into the register with delicate hands. He can’t help but eye your body as you shift over to the various coffee machines, noting the focused look on your face as you work.

Seokjin’s ears strain to listen as you hum while you work. It takes him a second, but he works out that you’re humming a Coldplay song - albeit off-key but he definitely recognizes it.

Once the drinks are made, you call out Namjoon’s name and Seokjin walks with him to collect them. You simply toss them a ‘have a good night’ and move to clean up your workstation.

The interaction is so normal and so casual he can hardly believe it. Seokjin can’t recall a time when he’s gone into a restaurant or other establishment and gotten recognized instantly by not only patrons but employees themselves. This is the first time in a long time that Seokjin hasn’t been hounded for a photo and autograph and it’s refreshing and a little exciting to be a stranger to someone again.

Especially someone as beautiful as you.

The next morning, Seokjin gets up early before he has to leave for the first match and crosses the street to the busy coffee shop. He goes simply on a whim, muttering a small prayer that you’ll be there. Luck is on his side when he looks behind the counter to see you fussing with the pastries by the register, not having noticed him come in.

He adjusts his tennis outfit and takes a breath as he makes his way to the register. You hold up a finger to him as you seem to put the finishing touches on a display of muffins. When you finally turn towards him, he holds his breath, wondering if now that it’s daytime, with the sun shining brightly into the cafe window if you’ll recognize him, especially in what’s essentially his work uniform.

And to his relief, you don’t.

“Hi, what can I get you?” Your tone is flat but your voice is still as melodic as it sounded last night - like a favorite song he hasn’t heard in so long. You look at him with an intense gaze, making Seokjin uncharacteristically squirm a little under your gaze. He clears his throat and smiles wide enough that it reaches his eyes.

“What do you think is best?” He asks in his best English. He can’t help but silently thank Namjoon for helping him brush up on the language before the trip.

You hum and turn to scan the menu. “The caramel latte is pretty good,” you suggest with a tiny shrug.

“I'd like that, please. A medium.” He watches as you type his order into the register before you direct him where to swipe his credit card.

“Name?” You question, poised to write on the cup in your hand.

“Jin,” he says quickly, not putting much thought into his answer. It’s the first time he hasn’t had to use a completely fake variation of his name while his face is concealed and it’s almost exhilarating. You simply scribble that on the cup in your hand and turn away to make his drink.

Seokjin watches you work from his seat, doing his best not to make it obvious he’s throwing glances your way. You’re humming again as you assemble his drink, this time it’s one of his favorite songs by The Fray. The tune sounds half a beat too fast, but he still catches it and he loves your rendition of it.

When you call his name and he approaches to retrieve his latte, your fingers brush as he takes his cup from you and Seokjin feels the tips of his ears turn bright red, but you don’t seem too phased, and instead, you go to wipe down the counter behind you, not paying him any more mind. Not even when the tv hanging behind the register shows a commercial for the televised match he’s playing shortly and a clip of him from a previous game shows up for a few seconds. No one seems to care, not even you, and Seokjin actually loves that.

Between how effortlessly beautiful you look in your jeans and black apron and the fact that he can approach you as just a normal guy, Seokjin realizes you’re still on his mind as the day drags on, which is how he finds himself back inside the cafe later that afternoon after winning his first match, and yet again that evening after he and the rest of his team come back from dinner.

That night, you’re not on shift alone, so before he walks into the coffee shop, he digs through his bag for a mask, donning it before heading inside.

“Welcome in!” Your co-worker behind the register greets him when he enters.

Your head turns to glance at him from your spot in front of a blender. If you recognize him from his earlier trips you don’t show it, going back to your task at hand.

“What can I get for you?” The bubbly girl asks, a megawatt smile beaming at him. Her name tag reads ‘Krystal’ and he notes how he’s never seen your nametag full on to read your name.

“Um, a medium caramel iced latte please.”

She nods, inputting his order. Once he pays and is waiting for his order, he observes you chatting with your co-worker so he doesn’t get to hear a tone-deaf version of a song he knows.

Instead, Seokjin is graced with something even more endearing: a smile from you.

Each time he’s seen you, you take orders and make drinks with a neutral, unchanging expression. Not once do you crack a real, carefree smile or even so much as a smirk. Your mouth is either in a straight line or turned down when you seem to be concentrating, but the corners of your mouth never find their way up.

Part of Seokjin thinks he’s staring too much while the other part of him doesn’t care and instead memorizes your smile. The perfect curve of the corners of your mouth, mirth twinkling in your eyes like stars. The shape of your velvety-looking lips as they stretch wide and the perfect roundness of the apples of your cheeks. It’s the kind of smile that feels like a warm ray of sun on cold skin or a freshly baked pie straight out of the oven. It’s the type of smile that makes Seokjin forget any other smile he’s ever had thrown at him, and the type he’ll never forget.

The way in which your face lit up still lingers when he collects his drink and long after you’ve dropped the expression, resorting back to your default look.

The need to see you smile again is mighty as Seokjin decides right then and there that he wants to be the reason you genuinely smile and yearns for you to direct it at him.

Seokjin isn’t trying to be creepy - really he’s not. You just so happen to be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he wants so badly to strike up a conversation with you and learn more. Your likes, dislikes, your favorite ice cream flavor, your favorite movies, and your least favorite genre of music.

It’s why he goes back to the cafe five more times during the week between matches and other schedules, hoping to approach you with more than his coffee order.

He doesn’t because whenever you turn to look at him, eyes trained on him, mouth moving to ask what he wants, all of a sudden, he forgets any of those things and instead it’s business as usual, except sometimes he throws in a small pastry, but that’s all the additional words he can get out.

It’s silly really, but here he is, at the age of thirty stumbling over words simply because a pretty girl is looking at him. He kicks himself each time he leaves the coffee shop, telling himself to try again next time.

Seokjin and Taehyung win the doubles match at the end of the week which puts Seokjin in the best mood he’s been in all week. He wakes up after a night of celebratory partying and shuffles across the street once more after getting ready for the day.

As has become his routine, he’s sitting at his usual table located to the left of the cash register, one table away from the front door. He sips on his latte and alternates between scrolling on his phone and keeping an eye on you as you peer down at your phone. The cafe is quiet, only two other people immersed in their personal bubbles with drinks already in hand. He sees the delicate quirk of your mouth as you type, the expression tugging his heartstrings.

It’s his last day in the country and he’s still riding high on his adrenaline from yesterday’s win. Today is the day he’ll talk to you - really talk to you.

“You do know that what you've been doing is creepy, right?” Seokjin nearly leaps out of his seat upon hearing the sudden voice from behind him. He turns to see Namjoon staring back at him.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Seokjin says, matter-of-factly.

Namjoon scoffs and slides into the seat across from him. “Oh, please, we all know you’ve been sneaking off. It wasn't until Taehyung decided to follow you that we knew you were here. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know." Namjoon turns slightly to glance at you while you take the orders of a few women in business suits. “She’s cute.”

Seokjin watches you effortlessly move behind the counter as another customer enters and approaches to order, ignoring the flash of jealousy he feels when Namjoon compliments you. “Okay, fine yeah, I’ve been here. I just…god she’s beautiful.”

“Have you talked to her?”

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he does, with a quiet groan. “No. She’s just…I don’t know. Whenever I get up there all I can stutter out is my stupid coffee order. I’ve never had trouble talking to attractive people before but she’s different and she gets me all flustered like a dumb teenage boy.”

Namjoon chuckles, giving his client and friend a sympathetic look. “That is very unlike you. Kim Seokjin? Speechless and unable to flirt with someone? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite self-absorbed hyung?”

Rolling his eyes, Seokjin chooses to ignore Namjoon’s teasing. “I just…I wish I could get to know her. She’s so beautiful and has the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen. Oh, and she also has such a similar taste in music to me. I can always tell what she’s humming to herself when she works. And her drinks are always perfect too. Always the right amount of ice to everything else ratio and never too much sweetener. And not once has she seemed to recognize me or lose her mind to talk to me - hell I don’t even think she knows who I am! Do you know how rare that is? To like someone who doesn’t know me as the sensational tennis player Kim Seokjin and simply Jin who orders iced lattes is…something I’ve missed so badly.”

Eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s confession, Namjoon lets him finish. “As sweet as that sounds, I don’t think being the strange man who's been watching her all week is a great look for you.” Namjoon jokes, giving Seokjin a look over his glasses. “Now, come on. We have to head out for the shoot in ten minutes.” Seokjin frowns but finishes his drink before getting up and following Namjoon out of the cafe, glancing at you once more over his shoulder.

By the time he and Taehyung finish their winners’ photoshoot, it’s late afternoon and Seokjin hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He and the team are set to be on a plane back to South Korea right after returning to the hotel to get their belongings, but Seokjin can’t just leave the country without one last visit and one last attempt at talking to you.

“Seokjin! We have to leave for the airport shortly!” His stylist calls to his retreating back as everyone piles out of the SUV dropping them off in front of the hotel.

“I know, just give me five minutes!” He holds up his hand as he crosses the street and beelines for the familiar cafe.

As usual, you’re there. There are only four other people in the shop, either typing away on their laptops or phones, but none of them look up when he enters. Seokjin makes eye contact with you as he approaches the counter, but before he can open his mouth, you beat him to it.

“Medium iced caramel latte, right?” You ask, already inputting his order into the register in front of you.

He simply blinks back at first. “Oh, yes please.” He smiles at you, waiting for his queue to swipe his card. You remember him. You remember his order. He’s acutely aware of the way his heart leaps in his chest and the desire to let out a loud cheer in the middle of the coffee shop is strong, but he contains himself.

This is the last time he very well may see you for the rest of his life. Seokjin is about to walk away from the most gorgeous human he’s ever laid eyes on and even until the end, he’s too chickenshit to even ask for your number. The mere thought of getting rejected by you makes him want to shrivel up and float away. Not that he hasn’t been rejected before, but if it’s you, the beautiful stranger from the coffee shop with the smile like a siren’s song that has unknowingly captured his heart? He’ll never be able to get that out of his head.

In the end, the best thing he can even think to do is to grab a napkin and a pen from his bag before he can talk himself out of it.

“Jin,” you call out his name and he has to force his legs to walk over to the pick-up counter.

“Thank you.” He bows slightly to you and slides the napkin across the counter. He wants to say so much and let you know just how much of an effect you have on him, but he can’t. He can only hope that this is enough.

You watch the man leave the cafe, almost afraid to see what he’s written. You aren’t oblivious to the fact that he’s been coming in two to three times a day for the past week, always seemingly when you were on shift. He always ordered the same drink, which you had recommended, and he'd sit at the same table. He pretended to play with his phone, but you could always feel his deep brown eyes on you as you worked. At least he was respectful each time, never making you feel uncomfortable or like you were in danger.

Sure he was cute, handsome even, but you’ve perfected your poker face around attractive people so as to not show when you are, in fact, looking at them as much as they’re looking at you.

You hold the napkin in your hand and glance out of the large glass window at the front of the shop, watching the man known to you only as Jin, look both ways before crossing the street. Sighing, you open the napkin to read his words.

Hi.

Please don’t think I have bad intentions. You’re the most breathtaking person I’ve ever seen. It’s why I’ve been too scared to talk to you. I’m not from here and am flying back home today. I may never see you again, but I’ll regret this for the rest of my life if I don’t try.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

I would love more than anything to get to know more about you, but I understand if you don’t want to text me. I’m just the guy that’s ordered the same drink from you all week.

I just want you to know that you’re beautiful. Smile and let the world see it. :)

-Kim Seokjin - the medium iced caramel latte guy

(You have great taste in music by the way)

These past few weeks for you have been one of the absolute worst. Life has been testing you in more ways than one, and anything that could go wrong for you, definitely has. The last thing you’ve wanted to do was show up to work, but here you are, day in and day out, extra shifts and all. Everything has been shitty and terrible and the urge to disappear has been strong.

The napkin in your hand with the sweet note from a kind stranger makes your stomach flutter though. You can’t remember the last time that someone who wasn’t a friend or a family member made you feel so warm. You don’t even mind that he’s probably heard the off-key humming you have a habit of doing while working if his last comment is any indication.

Your head whips up, looking out of the window at the front of the cafe and you can see Seokjin standing across the street, staring right at you. He raises his hand and gives a small wave before getting into the black SUV parked next to him and you watch as it pulls away.

Right on cue, the tv behind the counter catches your eye. The sports channel plays every day, per the request of your boss, and usually, you don’t pay it any mind since sports aren’t normally of any interest to you, but a familiar face comes on the screen at that moment. The face of the man who’s ordered the same drink you recommended to him all week pops up.

Kim Seokjin, an apparent champion in the tennis world and clearly a big deal, left you a hastily written note telling you he’s been too nervous to talk to you, the barista of a cafe he’s never been to. What is the universe even doing right now?

Seokjin stares out the window as the car takes everyone to the airport, doing his best to listen to Namjoon talk about the interviews he has once they arrive back home, but all he can think about is you. Did you throw out his note after you read it? Are you going to tell everyone what a weirdo he is? If Namjoon knew he wrote his number down for you and left it like that, he’ll never hear the end of it. Especially not if you sell his number online or give it to the press or something. Maybe he should have thought that through more. Maybe if he wasn’t such a wuss he-

His train of thought derails when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly fishes out the device, frantically going to his messages.

[Unknown] Hi Mr. Stalker. Do you go around leaving your number on random napkins for every person you think is pretty?? 😉

A rush of something unfamiliar yet warm fills Seokjin’s chest when he reads your texts.

[Seokjin] No. Only the prettiest ones I’ve ever had the fortune of seeing and that’s only ever happened once.

[Seokjin] And by once I mean right now. Just saying.

[Unknown] 😂 Well I’m honored.

[Seokjin] Hi honored, I’m Seokjin 😃

[Unknown] Wow. I should block you for that…

[Unknown] But it made me laugh so I won’t. I’m Y/n, by the way. Nice to meet you Seokjin 🙂

Maybe Namjoon won’t kill him after all, Seokjin thinks as he adds your name to his contacts. Giving his number to a stranger pays off as he gets absorbed in finally talking to you, images of your face and the memory of your voice quickly filling his head. If he’s lucky, maybe one day he’ll be able to see you again and if he’s even luckier, he’ll get to see you smile again, but this time for him.

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indndwnshead · 1 year ago

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Amalgamation: Interlude.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the bro, a little social media AU, fluff, Yoongi being a little flirt in the end

Series summary:

Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.

Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.

A/N:

A short interlude because I just want to insert this little SM AU 😆 + some background for the next chapters teehee.

Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜

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