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[baepsaesbae]

Taming Temerity

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader 

Genre— SMUT +18, incubus!Yoongi, demon au, Valentine’s Day au 

Warnings— Dom!Yoongi, brat!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hickies, shibari, tickling huehuehue, swearing, explicit unprotected sex (use protection when fucking a demon), ass slapping, creampie 

Word Count— 4.3k                                                                                    

 /təˈmerədē/: excessive confidence or boldness; audacity || You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything.  

A/N— This fic is part of the Valentine’s Day collab Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ppersonna @ughseoks @jinned @joontopia and @feliix​. Make sure to check out their stories too! 

“I never understood this holiday. You know it’s just a corporate scam for suckers like you, right?” Yoongi expressed his disdain as his gaze fell on the extravagant Valentine’s Day section in the grocery store. 

“So you’ve mentioned, Mr. Party Pooper,” you rolled your eyes, “Some people just like getting chocolates and flowers from their partners. I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Do you want chocolates and flowers? I can get them for you any time, just say the word,” Yoongi offered.

“That’s the point, it should be a little surprise. I wouldn’t have to ask you to do anything,” you tried to explain.

“At that point you’re already expecting something, doesn’t that just defeat the purpose?” your companion was genuinely confused.

“You know what? I don’t expect a demon like you to get it,” you were getting frustrated.

“No need to throw the ‘D’ word around like that. I’m an incubus sure, but we specialize in lust, not love. However, I’m always down to try new things. You of all people should know that,” he ended suggestively. 

You started to think about how your relationship started with Yoongi. Your body went on autopilot mode on the drive back home as flashbacks flooded your mind. 

It all started about six months ago when you randomly started to have sleep paralysis consistently. You’d foolishly open your eyes and see a dark figure in the corner of your room that gradually came closer before settling on top of you. The extra weight on your chest made it hard to breathe. Once it got to that point, your eyelids would close and you’d be whisked away to a sensual dream. You’d wake up refreshed and energized, completely forgetting about the terrifying events that led up to your wet dream. 

One night, you miraculously were able to break the cycle. As soon as the dark figure approached the bed, you threw a pillow at it. At that point, you weren’t sure if you were in a dream or not, but you dashed to turn on your bedroom lights. The light revealed a man standing frozen in place by your bed. You remember screaming for help and shouting things about a pervert stalker. 

“Help! Somebody help there’s an intruder! Someone please--” suddenly your mouth refused to open.

“Well this is awkward,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, “Let’s get a few things out of the way first. I’m not a pervert or a stalker. In fact, I’m not even human, I’m an incubus. A new one at that.”

Your eyes widened in horror at the mention of a demonic entity. You backed up into a wall trying to get away from him while muffled screams desperately tried to escape from your sealed lips. 

“I’m sure you have a few questions. Normally I would just put you to sleep but you’re wide awake now and honestly I don’t have the kind of mana to deal with all that. So we’ve found ourselves in quite the predicament,” the demon sighed as he sat on your bed. With a wave of his hand, your mouth was finally able to open again. 

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a demon? This must be a dream right?” you were bewildered.

“Come sit by me, I can show you that I’m real,” the demon patted the bed.

“Trusting a self proclaimed demon is probably a bad idea but this is just a weird dream anyway,” you reasoned out loud as you sat beside the intruder. 

The man raised one of his hands to cup your cheek; you shuddered at his cold touch. Something changed when you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, you felt like kissing this total stranger. In fact, you felt a lust that you’ve never felt before. Before you knew it, you were straddling the man, rubbing your crotch against his as you passionately made out.   

“Lay back and take off your pants, dear,” he commanded. You did as he said without hesitation.

The man licked his lips as he spread open your legs. He slowly dragged a finger along your covered slit. Pulling your panties aside, he dove in tongue first, causing you to shudder at the warm and wet sensation. His tongue flicked around between your folds as his thumb began to circle your clit. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. You felt two hard protruding bumps atop his head...horns?

“Reaching for my horns already? Naughty girl,” the man smirked as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. You squirmed at his action. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” he asked with fake innocence as he slowly finger fucked you, “Is one not enough? Do you need more?” You silently nodded in response.

“Nuh uh, I need to hear you say it,” he teased.

“Please, I need more,” you begged as you helplessly tried to grind against his one finger.

“Hm one finger isn’t enough huh? How about two?” he added in his middle finger as you moaned, “Or do you want three?”

His ring finger slid in with ease. Finally, you felt full; lewd sounds escaped from your lips. Your back arched as he picked up his pace, curling his fingers into you with every pump. Something tight wound up in you, indicating that you were close to your high.

“Keep going. Faster,” you panted as your legs began to shake.

“Your wish is my command,” he obliged. You cried out as your orgasm hit you. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body as he slammed his fingers into you a final time, leaving his fingers pressed up against your g-spot to prolong the event. 

You focused on catching your breath while the alleged demon smiled down at you. It wasn’t a creepy smile, it was one of triumph. His fingers were still inside of you.

“You can pull them out now,” you said weakly.

“I tried. Your tight little pussy is clamped onto them. See?” he showed you how your lips stayed gripped onto his fingers, “If I can’t pull them out, I might as well go back in.”

He pushed his fingers back in, making you gasp. You were still extremely sensitive, any movement of his would push you over the edge yet again. 

“If you do that-- fuck-- I’ll come again,” you warned him.

“Let’s see how many you can handle,” the man challenged as he picked up his speed yet again.

You came three times that night. All just to his hand and occasionally his mouth. The demon looked satisfied with his work as you laid blissed out before him. He slunk down beside you, laying on his side with his head propped up on his arm.

“These got bigger,” you observed as you reached for his horns. The tiny black stumps had grown longer and had a more defined horn shape. They felt cool to the touch and were ridged, similar to those of a ram. 

“They’re not the only things that got bigger,” he winked, “This is where my mana is stored. Essentially I get stronger when I consume energy.”

“Consume energy? Are you going to eat me?” you questioned with intrigue. You still believed you were in a strange dream. 

“Already did. I told you, I’m an incubus. We feed off of sexual energy. I rather enjoyed the meal. It’s too bad this will be the last time I can see you though,” he pouted.

“What? Why can’t you visit me in my dreams like you normally do?” you could get used to having dreams like this.

“Because you know that I exist. After tonight, you’ll forget all about me and I’ll get reassigned to a different human,” he answered nonchalantly.  

“Does that mean I’ll get another incubus demon?” 

“Not exactly. There are many different kinds of beings that dwell in the underworld. You could get any one of them. Most of them aren’t as fun or as handsome as me though,” he tried to lighten the conversation. 

“I don’t want to forget you, nor do I want this dream to end,” you admitted.

“Silly girl, you still think this is a dream? There actually might be a way to have me stay with you. All you have to do is make a contract with me. Interested?” the demon offered.

“A contract? Am I gonna be selling my soul to you or something? I would prefer to keep that if possible,” you tried to joke.

“I’m not that kind of demon. The contract would simply bind us together. You let me consume all of your sexual energy and I give you the best orgasms you’ll ever have. Seems like a fair deal to me,” he explained.

“So I’ll basically have a demon boyfriend? I don’t mind that, sign me up,” you nodded. You were groggy at this point and your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Boyfriend? I suppose you could put it that way. Let’s seal this deal with a kiss,” he suggested. He leaned in to your already puckered up lips. He paused mere centimeters from your face, “I’m Yoongi by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Hey Yoongi, I’m ___. I guess I’m your girlfriend now.” 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Yoongi interrupted your thoughts.

“About the night we met,” you answered as you pulled into your driveway.

“That was a good night. You were so cute when you called yourself my girlfriend,” he smiled.

“Shut up, I thought it was all a dream,” you said defensively as you unloaded the groceries.

“I was thinking about Valentine’s Day as you were driving in silence. I wanna give it a try. I don’t get the hype, but if it will make you happy then I’m willing to go along with it,” Yoongi stated. 

“Really?” your mouth opened with excitement, “Do I need to plan the date or are you taking the reins on this one?”

“I’ll start doing my research now,” Yoongi gave you a thumbs up. 

“Rise and shine gorgeous~” Yoongi sing songed as he opened the blinds.

You retreated back under the covers to shield yourself from the light. Yoongi tugged at the edge, making you even more aggravated. Curling up into a ball in the fetal position was your last line of defense. Once Yoongi flung off the blanket, you were done for.

“To start off your very best Valentine’s Day ever, I present you a bouquet,” Yoongi shoved a bundle of red roses in your face, causing you to sneeze. A few petals violently detached and fluttered helplessly onto the bed. 

“Thanks Yoongi, the flowers are pretty,” you managed to say with a stuffy nose, “I wish I could adore them more but flowers always trigger my allergies.”

“Hm, every romance film I watched always showed the girl loving roses,” Yoongi pondered, “Not to worry, my algorithm is flawless.”

“Are you a robot now?” you joked. The sweet smell of syrup and waffles caught your attention. Yoongi noticed this and excitedly yanked you out of bed. Normally you would bicker about the manhandling but you decided to let today be an exception. 

The living room was filled with pink and white heart shaped balloons. Yoongi dragged you to the breakfast table, where the usual placemats were replaced with red hearts and small metallic heart shaped confetti were sprinkled all across the surface. To top it off, the belgian waffles were heart shaped, outlined with whipped cream and topped with strawberries. The presentation rivaled that of an actual restaurant. 

Yoongi watched expectantly as you took the first bite. Your mouth turned into a smile as you tasted the fluffy waffle. The toppings complemented the dish perfectly, and you were hungry for more. 

“I made eggs and bacon too, though it was hard to get the eggs into a heart shape,” Yoongi sighed as he showed you his attempt to get heart sunny side eggs. The shape was wonky but it was impressive that the yolks were still well intact. 

“I don’t care what they look like, I’m sure they’ll taste great. Thank you, Yoongi, this is incredible,” you showered him with compliments as you continued to eat. Yoongi smiled with satisfaction as he took a sip of coffee, his favorite choice of sustenance from the human realm. 

“Enjoying your Valentine’s Day so far?” he asked from across the table.

“I’ve only been awake for about 5 minutes but it’s been pretty good so far,” you nodded.

“Well whenever you’re ready, go get ready for a day out,” Yoongi winked, “Dress however you want, it’ll be casual.”

You couldn’t help but wonder about what Yoongi had planned for the day. It was still a little chilly, so you put on a cute sweater paired with jeans. You accessorized with a beret and your favorite jewelry pieces. Yoongi waited for you in the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. It wasn’t the usual dark lustful look he normally gave you, but rather one of fondness and genuine adoration. 

“Where are we off to now?” you asked in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight. Yoongi didn’t like to drive, he always complained about how it would be easier to just teleport. You always had to remind him that humans do not simply ‘teleport’ places and you’d surely turn a lot of heads if you did. Regardless, you enjoyed watching Yoongi drive. You admired his delicate features as he concentrated on the road.

“Can’t tell you, that you ruin the surprise,” Yoongi chided. 

Your eyes widened as he pulled into the parking lot of the local aquarium. It had been years since you last visited, and you were thrilled that Yoongi picked this place as a date spot.

“The aquarium! Ah, I’m so excited! But they aren’t inherently romantic, what made you think of coming here?” you questioned.

“I remember you mentioned wanting to come back here someday. I figured today would be a good time,” he shrugged. Yoongi’s thoughtfulness made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

Once inside, you took the liberty of pointing out every fish you thought looked pretty to Yoongi. He was amused by how much you enjoyed something as simple as looking at fish. Colorful fish chased each other around their tanks, darting between corals and other underwater plants. You loved watching them go about their lives as they vibed within the aquarium. 

“It would be nice to be a fish,” you said to Yoongi as you stared in awe at jellyfish that were nearly transparent as they carelessly floated around.

“A fish? Why?” Yoongi scoffed.

“They seem happy, and free in a way. All they do is swim around and eat, that sounds like a good time to me,” you explained.

“And worry about getting eaten by a bigger fish. I’d rather be a cat if I had to be any animal,” Yoongi countered. 

  “Okay, that’s probably a better choice,” you laughed as you imagined Yoongi as a cat. It fit him surprisingly well. 

After leaving the aquarium, Yoongi suggested walking to a nearby gelato shop. You were never one to turn down dessert, so you agreed. The air was crisp and the cold made your cheeks go slightly numb, but you didn’t mind. You happily swung Yoongi’s hand back and forth in yours, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date that went this well.   

“___?” a voice called out to you. You looked around to see who called you. Out of nowhere, someone ran up and hugged you from behind. You let go of Yoongi’s hand in the commotion as you were spun around.

“What the--” you said in shock. Finally you were put down, and saw a familiar face grinning back at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” you exclaimed as you hugged him back. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been forever! I didn’t know you still lived here,” you said.

“I know right?! God, like 13 years or something? I’m here visiting some old pals. We’re all single so we’re celebrating this stupid holiday together,” Jungkook laughed. 

“Aww that's cute. I guess this holiday is pretty dumb, but I’m actually celebrating it with someone this year! This is Yoongi,” you introduced Jungkook to your boyfriend. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook,” the young boy extended a hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi replied curtly as he firmly shook Jungkook’s hand.

“Damn, where are you hiding all that muscle?” Jungkook joked as he clutched his hand.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“How long are you in town for? I’d love to catch up with you on another day,” you interrupted. 

“I’ll be here for a few more days. Is your number still the same? I can text you tomorrow?” Jungkook offered.

“That’s perfect, I’ll see you around!” you waved goodbye and returned your attention to Yoongi. 

You took a hold of his hand and continued walking to the gelato shop. Yoongi was noticeably quiet now, and his demeanor had completely changed. There was an awkward silence between you two as you ordered your favorite flavors. You both sat outside to eat the gelato.

“So who was he?” Yoongi finally spoke. 

“Jungkook used to be my neighbor when we were kids. We practically grew up together. He moved away sometime in middle school and I haven’t seen him since. He looks great, I almost didn’t recognize him. What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“I almost killed him when he kissed you,” Yoongi said in a tone that let you know that he was not kidding.

“Yoongi! People greet each other that way sometimes. Sure, it was a little forward, but we used to be best friends as kids,” you scolded him. 

“Ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, completely disregarding your explanation. 

“Okay let’s go back you big baby,” you sighed as you threw away your trash.

You hummed along with the radio all the way home. Yoongi didn’t say anything the whole ride. You were surprised by his behavior, you figured an incubus wouldn’t mind seeing affection in public. He had never given you the silent treatment before, so this was uncharted waters.

“Today was really nice, I think you did a good job planning out our Valentine’s day together,” you praised Yoongi as you returned home.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Yoongi said coldly.

“Why are you being so pouty? C’mere, let me give the big baby a hug,” you reached for him with outstretched arms. 

“You think I’d let you get away with that kind of behavior?” an annoyed Yoongi glared back at you.

“C’mon, it’s not like it really matters,” you teased, trying to push your luck.

“It matters to me. You’re mine,” Yoongi snarled, baring his fangs.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” you tilted your neck, revealing marks from his previous feedings, “I can’t leave the house without a crap ton of concealer to cover up your monstrous hickeys.”  

“You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my permanent lover,” Yoongi shrugged, his anger dissipating. 

“Who knew dating an incubus would be so tiresome,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“So that random guy kissing your cheeks doesn’t deserve to die?” he asked quietly.

“No! I told you, we’re childhood friends. I haven’t seen him in years. It’s okay to greet close friends with a friendly peck on the cheeks” you crossed your arms, “You’re being annoying. No dinner for you tonight,” you said confidently as you both entered the bedroom.

“Oh? Since when do you call the shots around here?” his voice lowered.

“Since now,” you replied defiantly. 

“Keep being cheeky, see where that gets you,” Yoongi challenged.

You smiled slyly as you pushed him onto the bed. Standing before him, you pulled off your sweater to reveal your bare chest. Yoongi instinctively reached out to grab them but you slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” you tsked as you slowly stripped off your bottoms. 

You turned to shake your ass at him. The gesture was meant to be playful, but Yoongi took it as a wage of war. He instantly pulled you onto his lap; your panties rubbed up against his hardened crotch.

“I’m hungry,” he growled in your ear as he firmly gripped your ass.

“Not my problem,” you snapped, doing your best to maintain your composure. 

“You’ll let me starve?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t eat me out until I begged for you to stop last night,” you admonished. 

“Enough,” Yoongi silenced you.

He roughly latched his soft lips onto your neck. His harsh suckling caused you to moan and tangle your fingers in his minty green hair. You cupped his chin in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled away. 

“You think you get to touch me now? Foolish,” he threw you further onto the bed.

With a snap of his fingers, your panties vanished. They were replaced with strict constraints as your hands and feet were bound by an intricate silk rope pattern. You’ve never been tied up like this before. You’ve dabbled in using handcuffs or fastening a belt around your wrists, but this was something else entirely. 

“You wanted to play. So let’s play,” Yoongi cooed in your ear as his fingers traced your sides.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi no,” your eyes widened.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he smiled deviously.

His fingers dug into your sides. You burst out into a fit of laughter. You wriggled around uncontrollably in a futile attempt to get away from him. Yoongi accidentally found out that you were extremely ticklish, and ever since that day he uses it as leverage against you. It wasn’t fair at all considering that demons aren’t ticklish. 

Tears welled in your eyes when he finally ceased his attack. Yoongi also knew that tickling was a turn on for you. Something about having another person’s hands all over you made you wet. 

“You look so helpless,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Maybe these ropes have something to do with that,” you retorted as you panted.

“Still talking back? You obviously haven’t learned your lesson,” Yoongi ran his fingers along your sides.

“No, please. I can’t take anymore,” you pleaded.

“I think you can,” he smirked before tickling you again.

This time he didn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out. The bondage made it even harder to catch your breath. Yoongi gingerly kissed your neck as you howled with laughter.

“Will you be a good girl now?” Yoongi asked as he flicked your nipples.

“Mhm,” you managed to whimper.

“I haven’t whipped out any shibari in ages, but I’m glad I did. I forgot how appetizing it makes humans look,” Yoongi licked his lips. 

“I can’t move,” you complained.

“That’s the point, my dear ___,” Yoongi kissed your forehead. 

His hand trailed down your stomach to your exposed pussy. He was pleased to find that you were already dripping wet. He rubbed circles around your clit as he licked your neck. He ferociously kissed over his previous marks as he started rubbing you faster. Your energy tasted exponentially better the more aroused you became. 

Being in such a vulnerable and powerless position turned you on so much. You found yourself at Yoongi’s mercy. Yoongi easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers to perfectly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan loudly. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Please. I need you, Yoongi,” you begged. 

“I know you do,” he kissed your lips gently.

With another snap of his fingers, the ropes moved their position. Now your wrists were bound to your chest, and your legs were already spread open. 

Yoongi dragged his dick along your wet pussy. He loved watching you squirm beneath him as you impatiently waited for him to dick you down. He relished the erotic scene that lay before him. Witnessing you at the pinnacle of your horniess was a blessing. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrusted his hips into you with inhuman force. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his thick cock; you didn’t deserve that tonight. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He grabbed your chin as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You automatically stuck your tongue out for him.

“Good fucking girl,” Yoongi growled as you began to suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it.

Yoongi tugged at the ropes, making them vanish instantly. Your freedom was short lived since he immediately flipped you onto your chest. He propped up your ass, giving each cheek a firm slap. 

This position was his favorite, and admittedly yours as well. He loved the backside view, and you loved how deep he got. You were sure to lose your mind every time he got behind you. This instance was no exception. 

You reached down between your thighs to maximize your pleasure as your fingers easily toyed with your clit. Usually Yoongi wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were too riled up from being all tied up. 

You came undone all over Yoongi’s cock. The warmth of your juices heightened Yoongi’s lust, causing him to thrust faster. He released his hot load into you, groaning as he climaxed. 

Your chest heaved as you struggled to stay awake. One of the side effects of being fucked by an incubus is that they literally can fuck you to sleep. After Yoongi cleaned you up, it was cuddle time. He ran his fingers through your hair, making it even harder not to succumb to slumber. 

“Full?” you asked with your eyes half shut.

“I’m never satiated, but I can’t complain for now,” he answered.

“Great. Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongi,” you yawned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ___. I hope I lived up to your expectations,” he patted your head.

“You surpassed them,” you nodded in approval.

“Go to bed,” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “I guess it’s not a pointless holiday after all.”

Published February 9, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[joontopia]

Forget Me Not | KNJ Oneshot

pairing: kim namjoon x female reader

genre: smut, slight angst, dashes of fluff, basically porn with a dollop of plot

au: exes to lovers, valentine’s day

rating: explicit, nsfw, 18+

word count: 20.3K

warnings: slight angst, assumed cheating, cursing, alcohol consumption, dry humping, some heavy petting, heated make out sessions, daddy kink, slightly bratty reader, dom namjoon, pet names, dirty name calling, slight degradation, cocksleeve kink, use of sex toys (vibrator), unprotected sex, condom got lost in the mail, cumshot, creampie, oral sex (m & f), blowjob, throat fucking, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, clit slapping, spit play, namjoon got a big ol’ cock, nipple biting, marking, biting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, wall sex, some gentle choking

banner made by: @kimtaehyunq​

a/n: My day for posting has finally come! This fic is twice as long as I thought it was going to be. Big, big hugs and smooches to Maggie and Tina for beta and editing this beast at the last minute for me. You two are a lifesaver and I love yall so much. And thank you again, Maggie, for recruiting me to be a part of this valentine’s day collab! I had such a great time!

Beta readers: @kimtaehyunq​ @escapingreality4now​

This is a part of the Be My Bangtanvine Collab - go check out the other fantastic writers and their stories!

“So what’s your name, anyway?” The once cute, bleach blonde male asks you as he leans in closer, his breath reeking of the IPA he is nursing. You lean away from him in your seat at the bar, rolling your eyes as you grab your drink. “What does it matter?” you say taking a big sip. “You’re not going to remember it anyways.”

“What makes you say that?” He slurs, leaning even closer to you. His eyes half closed from drunkenness and a lazy smile on his face. You push him away from you gently, a soft huff coming from his mouth as his back hits the bar.

“Because I’ve told it to you four times already?” Your tone doesn’t match the smile you give him as he lets out a laugh. You take another sip from your drink, your eyes roaming around the bar again looking for your best friend, Tina. She invited you out tonight, with the promise of some much needed girl time. Guilt tripped you with the fact that she hasn’t spent much time with you outside of work or your apartment after your breakup six months ago. You were four episodes deep into a new TV show when she came barreling through your door, taking full advantage of the spare key you had given her weeks earlier for ‘emergencies only.’ She dragged you off the couch, going on and on about how “Enough is enough. You need to get out and be around people. Not sitting here moping over some stupid guy.” 

Hauling you into your bedroom, she dolls you up in the black, sparkly bodycon dress you bought for your anniversary dinner with your ex but never got to wear. Promised that tonight was just going to be you two girls. No boys allowed. No worries of running into a certain someone because “it’s not like he ever had the time for things like this anyways.” It didn’t take long until she was whisked off to the dance floor by some silver-haired beautiful man with the plushest lips you have ever seen. You willingly let him sweep her away. You didn’t have the heart to say no, not with the absolute lovestruck look in Tina’s eyes. 

Unfortunately, it left you alone at a crowded bar top, susceptible to being bothered by drunken bar patrons looking for an easy score. You first didn’t mind when this one came up to you. He seemed charming, up until the point he was asking for your name thrice in five minutes. Your nose crinkles as he leans back in again, placing a hand on your shoulder to balance himself as he almost stumbles forward on to you. “Come on, tell me your name. I promise I’ll remember it this time.” 

Rolling your eyes, you finish your drink, readying yourself for the long back and forth once you tell him you’re not interested. You place your empty glass on the bar top and brush his hand off your shoulder. Your eyes widen as you see your drunk intruder start falling forward from his loss of balance, only then realizing you should’ve made sure you had supported his hand on something else. You brace for impact, eyes closing shut while your arms are out in front of you as you wait for him to come crashing down. Hoping you’d be able to push him off of you in time before he takes you crashing to the floor with him. But the body weight never comes, only replaced with a deep, honey rich voice that you haven’t heard in months causing your eyes to snap open. There the owner of the voice stood, his arm out in between you and your drunken company, pushing the latter back towards the bar top and away from you. “N-Namjoon?” you sputter, completely caught off guard to see your ex-boyfriend standing beside you.

“Excuse me, but I think it’s about time you left her alone,” Namjoon says, his eyes narrowing at the drunken gentleman as the sides of his mouth turn up into a tight, polite smile. He feels taller than what you remember, towering over the other bar patron by almost half a foot. 

The drunken man looks between you and Namjoon, puffing his chest as he crosses his arm, trying to make himself seem taller than he really is. “Chill, dude. We’re just talking, having a good time. What are you? Her boyfriend or something?”

You shift in your seat just slightly, Namjoon noticing out of the corner of his eye as he clears his throat, moving to place his hand on the back of your chair. “Or something…” he says, his cheeks rosy-ing just a bit as he side-eyes you again, waiting to see if you were going to interject. You stay quiet, looking at him with wide eyes as you’re still trying to process the fact that he’s here in this bar with you. What is he doing here?  

He takes your silence as permission to continue, turning his full attention back to the other man. “Thank you for keeping my friend company while I was away. Now if you excuse us, we’re going to try and enjoy the rest of our night.”

The drunken man hardens his gaze at Namjoon for a moment, slightly swaying back and forth and you wonder if he’s about to lose his balance again. He breathes out, rolling his eyes as he scoffs at Namjoon, turning to walk away from the bar. “Whatever man,” he mutters, walking away and disappearing into the crowd. 

“Everything okay, Joon?” The bartender asks, having walked up shortly after the drunken man took his leave. 

“Yeah, man. All cool. Can you get us another round?” The Bartender nods, turning to start a new round of drinks for the two of you. As soon as he walks away, Namjoon turns to you, his cheeks rosy-ing once again as he lifts one of his hands, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, hey Y/N. Interesting running in to you here.”

“What are you doing, Namjoon?” You feel your face warm up with annoyance. Never once in the year that you were together did he ever come out to a bar with you. Always too busy with work to make it out with you and your friends. But now here he is, in front of you being treated as if he’s come here his whole life.

He chuckles nervously, his feet shuffling just a bit as he clears his throat. “What do you mean?” His seemingly innocent question makes your annoyance and frustration grow even more, and you try hard to hold back the bite in your tone.

“What are you doing? Here, just now. You hate bars.”  

“I don’t hate bars. I just never had the time for them.” His voice trails off at the end, the ghost of arguments past flashing before his eyes.

You scoff at him, rolling your eyes as you cock your head to the side. “Oh, what? And you do now? Work finally not keeping you so busy anymore?” The resentment dripping from your tone makes Namjoon squirm just a bit in his spot. You’d feel good about it, knowing how uncomfortable he was feeling right now, if it wasn’t for the little fact that he just saved you from a potentially embarrassing incident. You briefly scold yourself, telling yourself to at least show him some level of gratitude before biting his head off again. 

“Sorry, that was rude--” You’re interrupted by the return of the bartender with your drinks, placing them on the bartop as Namjoon turns to grab them. You take the brief break in his attention as a chance to calm and compose yourself. Knowing his sudden appearance didn’t allow you to react the way you wanted to after seeing him again for the first time in months. You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders deflate just slightly, taking you out of your defensive mood. You allow yourself to take a better look at Namjoon, trailing your eyes from the floor up to his face. You can’t help but notice how good he looks. He looks like he just came from a work meeting, wearing dark grey slacks and a whilte long-sleeve button up. The form fitting sleeves rolled halfway up his arms, showing off the toneness of them. “Has he been working out?” you think to yourself. You look back up at his face, his dark brown hair pushed back out of it, giving you a nice view of his jawline as he’s turning back around from grabbing your drinks.

He holds out the drink to you, your eyes now on his hand as it’s holding the glass in front of you. The way his long fingers are wrapping around the glass stirs something inside your groin. Memories from long-heated nights of the two of you together coming forth in your mind. Memories of the very same hand creeping up your body and wrapping firmly around your -- “Y/N?”

Namjoon eyes you curiously, an eyebrow quickly shooting up as he looks at you and you hope he’s not able to easily read your face to know what you’re thinking about. “Jesus, Y/N. Calm yourself,” you think to yourself as you mentally facepalm.

You clear your throat, your cheeks warming as you grab the drink from his hand and take a sip. “Thanks,” you mutter, clearing your throat again as you regain your composure. “And thank you for a minute ago. I didn’t think I was ever going to get rid of that guy.” You both chuckle. Namjoon’s dimples poking out as he smiles, nodding his head as he murmurs a “you’re welcome.” Your eyes flicker to his cheeks, a ghost of a smile on your lips as you take in the sight of his adorable features. You feel a flutter in your stomach, realizing how much you missed just being able to look at him.

“So…” you start, pushing your hair behind your ear. “What are you doing here?” you ask him curiosity sinking back in as the possible reasons start popping up in your mind. Is it work related? Did he quit? Or get fired? Does he actually have time to go out now? Oh God, is he here to meet another girl?

“Actually, I’m kinda here because of work,” he says, taking a drink of his beer. 

“Of course he is,” you think, your eyes rolling involuntarily, causing Namjoon to jump quickly into further explanation. 

“I’m out with a few people from work,” he spits out quickly, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips at the end. “A couple of the guys asked if I wanted to go out with them a couple of weeks back and I thought it would be a nice change. That’s actually one of them over there, dancing with your friend.” He nods towards the dance floor and you turn just in time to see the silver haired dreamboat locking lips with your best friend. You turn back towards Namjoon as he continues, “I knew you liked going to places like this. Just wanted to see what I was missing.” 

You hum in response, taking a sip from your drink as you look at him. He’s staring right at you, eyes meeting yours as they glint with a deeper meaning. Could it be that he’s been just as miserable these last few months as you? “And how has that been going?” you ask him.

“Turns out what I’ve been missing is you.” You smile wide at his words, cheeks warming up as you look away. He looks down as you both let out a little laugh. 

“Well,” you say as you cross your legs in your chair, your foot now grazing the inside of his thigh. “Here I am.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker down to your foot, his eyes trailing up your leg and growing wide as if he’s finally taking in the form fitting dress that you’re wearing. “Here you are,” he says with a smirk. “You look amazing.”

You’re not sure how it happened exactly. The events leading up to right now, how you agreed to meet Namjoon for brunch the night after seeing him again for the first time. The multiple drinks and shots you took with him more than likely the sole perpetrator.

One minute you’re still at the bar, drinking and laughing with your ex-boyfriend. Catching up on the last few months spent apart. Next thing you know, you’re thrown up against the brick wall in the back alley behind the bar. Namjoon’s one hand on your ass as the other has both your wrists secured above your head. Your own legs wrapped tightly around his waist to help keep you from falling. The rough bricks scratch at your exposed skin, but you hardly notice, your attention stolen by Namjoon’s tongue down your throat. The definite bulge in his pants grinding against your core takes any feeling of discomfort away. You don’t remember how long you two were like that when Namjoon pulls his lips away from tours, allowing the two of you to catch a much needed breath.

After the burning in your lungs starts to subside, you lean in towards him, trying to capture his lips into another kiss, only for him to pull away again. A little pout forming on your face, causing him to chuckle. 

“Wait, wait,” he says, his chest still expanding rapidly from his heavy breaths.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as he lets go of your wrist, your hands dropping to his shoulders as he unwraps your legs from around him. Still holding on to you as he helps you balance yourself on the ground. 

“Nothing, uhh…” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his head as he looks away. “This, um, just wasn’t exactly the way I had planned for it to go.” He lets off a nervous chuckle as he looks back at you and you smile at him. “You see, I had this whole scenario planned in my head of what I would do if I saw you again.”

“And having me pinned up against a wall dry humping me wasn’t part of it, I’m guessing?” You cock a brow at him, smiling when you notice his cheeks growing scarlet. 

“No, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a nice surprise.” You both laugh as a cool breeze sweeps down the alleyway. You rub your arms, your body finally acknowledging the chilly temperature outside.

“I wanted to ask you out for coffee,” he says, his palms moving to rub your arms on instinct, trying to help keep you warm. “Wanted to get a chance to talk to you, ask for you to give me another chance.”

“Okay.”

He blinks at you, looking at you as if he was confused by your short answer before it hits him. “Okay?” he repeats, a smile growing on his face causing his dimples to reappear.

“To coffee,” you clarify. “There’s still a lot we need to talk about before I say yes to a second chance.”

And that’s how you found yourself here, walking into Namjoon’s favorite coffee place. The very one you avoided the last few months because you didn’t want to run into him. As you enter, you look around the cute little shop. Your face lights up with a smile when you see Namjoon already here, sitting in a corner booth with two cups of coffee on the table in front of him. As you approach, he looks over as if he sensed your presence, smiling as he stands up to greet you by giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m happy you’re here. Kinda was a little worried you’d change your mind,” he says, sitting down in the seat across from you.

“It crossed my mind.” Namjoon’s eyes grow wide and you giggle, letting him know it was just a joke. You grab the drink in front of you as Namjoon smiles shyly.

“Two scoops of sugar, a pump of caramel and toffee nut flavoring with creamer on the side, right?” He asks, the question rhetorical, as he pushes a few cups of creamer towards you.

“You remembered,” you whisper, smiling as you stirred in some creamer to your coffee. He smiles, taking a sip of his own Iced Americano. You both sit there for a few minutes, neither one of you talking. The silence being broken by the waitress coming over to take your food order. Namjoon, once again remembering your usual order and you smile wide, saying a thanks as the waitress walks away.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ve missed this,” he says suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. You knew this was why you were both here, but you didn’t expect him to start the conversation so suddenly. “I really want to get back together.”

You let you a soft sigh, pushing a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, Joonie.”

“Why not?” he asks softly, eyeing you intently as he gives you his full attention.

“We broke up for a reason, Joon,” you say as you look up to meet his eye. You see the adoration and the deep determination in his gaze. His deep, chestnut eyes pull you in as you get lost in them, almost making you forget the reasons why you broke up. Almost. 

You look away, the memory of your break up resurfacing. Your mind starts to wander to that early fall evening. Namjoon showing up to your apartment late from work. Too late for the dinner reservations you had made for your one year anniversary. You were already out of your dress, lying in bed in your pajamas when he came knocking on your front door. You had let him in, not wanting your neighbors to hear the argument that was sure to come. And came it did.

You had said something about being tired of coming second to everything with him. How he spent more time with work and not with you. Always going in early and staying late, never making time for you unless it was for sex. He countered with how important his work was to him, how you said you admire that about him when you first got together. How he was doing this to secure his future, a future that he saw with you. This was his passion, and he didn’t get how you couldn’t understand that. He didn’t get what the big deal was that night, simply forgetting what day it was. Told you that if it was that serious to you, if you really couldn’t put up with his shit anymore, to just break up with him.

So you did. The moment the words fell from your mouth, so did the tears. Namjoon just stood there in the middle of your living room staring at you. Tears still falling harder from your eyes as he turned, snatching his work bag from the floor and walking back out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him. No rebuttal, no attempt to fight for you back. He just left. No communication or to be seen again until last night.

“I know,” he says, his voice bringing you back to the present. ”I had a lot that I needed to work on. I neglected you, put more effort in my job than our relationship and I know it took a toll that night. I took you for granted.”

‘It wasn’t just that… That night was our --” you start softly before he interrupts you.

“Our one year anniversary, I know.” He lets out a huff and he rubs his face with his hands. You look up at him, blinking owlishly. “God, I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I realized it the moment I left and I should’ve turned back around. I should’ve fought harder to keep you.”

“You didn’t fight at all,” you state meekly, your tone just above a whisper. Namjoon looks down at the table softly nodding his head.

“I was an idiot. And too stubborn to know what I had.” You both sit there for a minute, staring at your own coffee drinks, not saying a word. You went over his words, happy to hear him admit the things he faulted in your relationship. A little flower of hope blossoming in your heart that just maybe you two could work things out.

“Why now?” you ask, breaking the silence. “What made you want to try again?”

“You remember the producer position at work that I wanted?” He looks up at you. You nod your head, remembering how he used to talk so passionately about that being his dream job. “Well, one of the producers left, allowing for a position to come available. I got it.” 

A huge smile grows on your face as you reach and grab his hand, not even realizing you had done it. “Congratulations, Joonie! That’s so awesome!” 

He smiles back at you, covering your hand with his other as he looks down where they are joined. “Thank you,” he says with a smile. “It was a bittersweet moment when I had gotten the news. Of course, I was happy when I got it, but I had no one to celebrate with. And the only person I wanted there was you.”

You feel your heart swell, your smile only growing bigger as you look at him. He gives your hand a squeeze, smiling back at you before continuing, “I realized that if I wanted you back, I was going to have to change. I want to be better for you.”

“It wasn’t just you who needed to change, Joonie.” You give his hands a squeeze back as he looks back up at you, his brow furrowing in confusion. “I could’ve been more understanding. Maybe we can work on it together.”

His eyes light up, growing wide for just a second as he sits up in his chair, leaning forward into the table towards you. “Yeah?” he asks, his tone dripping with hope and enthusiasm.

You giggle, smiling at his reaction. “Yeah. Let’s give it another shot.”

You spent the rest of the brunch date eating your own meals and talking. Outlining the issues you two needed to work on, setting rules and guidelines for trying again. The conversation carries over and continuing on your walk home Namjoon joins you on. Namjoon promises to make more time for you, you promise to be patient and a little more understanding. You also set the rule of no sex, at least until you both are confident that you two can make this work. The moment you state the rule, Namjoon lets out a whine, causing a giggle to escape your lips from his cute reaction.

“No sex?!” he exclaims, as you enter the door to your apartment complex causing an older couple to turn and give you two a scolding glare. “Not even fooling around?”

“No sex,” you say after shooshing him, giggling again as the older couple walk into their apartment. “Kissing is fine, but no sex. Not even fooling around.” 

“But if I recall, sex was never part of our problems.” Namjoon wiggles his eyebrows at you, leaning up against the wall as you make it to your front door.

“Namjoon!” You slap his arm, playfully glaring at him and scolding him as you dig for your keys out of your purse. 

“I’m just kidding! Kind off...:” he says, winking at you as you unlock your door. “Fine, no sex. I can do that. It’s worth it to prove to you that I’ve changed.” You flick on the lights to your apartment, placing your purse on the side table by the door as you turn to look back at Namjoon. He’s now standing in your doorway, leaning up on the door frame as he looks down at you, smiling. “So I guess I’ll call you later then.”

You give him a nod, once again finding yourself mesmerized by his presence and unable to speak. You never thought you’d be here with him again, having him drop you off at your doorstep after a date. He leans in towards you, his hand rising to cup your face as his lips meet yours for a soft kiss. Your body is electrified with the feel of his lips on yours and you feel yourself melt into his touch. He deepens the kiss just briefly before pulling away. You fall forward slightly, your lips still puckered as the chase after his, wanting more. Namjoon smiles, a knowing look in his eye as he walks backward away from you. “I’ll see you later, baby.” He doesn’t even wait for your response as he turns around, walking back down the hall and out into the street.

“Tease…” you mutter as you close the door behind you. Your fingers brushing your lips slightly as you smile, still feeling the softness of his lips on yours.

“You agreed to WHAT now?” Tina shouts as she follows you into the breakroom at work.  Eyes wide as she watches you pour yourself a cup of coffee before the Monday morning staff meeting, having just finished going over your weekend events after she had left you alone at the bar. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you agree to a second chance with him?” she asks, her loud tone causing passing coworkers to peak into the break room as they pass by.

“Can you chill out?” You say to her, walking past her and back out to the hallway. She follows you, walking side by side as you both make your way to the conference room. “He’s changed, Tina. He’s recognized the areas that he needs to work on and has promised to do so, together. Why shouldn’t I give him another chance?” 

You enter the conference room, finding two empty seats at the large oval table adjacent to each other and you both sit down. One by one, your fellow co-workers file in, filling up the table. “Fine,” Tina huffs, rolling her eyes as she leans back into her seat. “But I’m watching him. I won’t say I told you so, but I will be the first one to kick his ass if he breaks your heart again.” 

You give her a smile, taking a sip of your coffee as you wait for the meeting to get started, jumping just a bit when Tina sits up quickly and grabs your arm, smiling when she turns to you. “Oh! Remind me to fill you in on my weekend with Jimin. Over lunch. My treat.”

You snicker at her, wiping the little droplets of your coffee that fell on the table. “You owe me lunch for abandoning me on our girls night anyways. But not today. Namjoon is taking me to a cute little sushi spot near his office.”

“Wow, look at Mr. Work-a-holic finally taking a break from busy, busy schedule,” she mutters under her breath, followed up by a soft “Ow” from the light kick you give her under the table. 

“He’s trying, Tina,” you whisper to her as your boss walks in, seating himself at the head of the table and kicks off the meeting.

“Right, okay, sorry. I’ll give him another chance too.”

Lunch time sneaks up on you, too busy being nose deep into an article for the magazine you work for, putting in the finishing touches before sending it to your editors to get ready for the February Issue. Your phone buzzing on your desk alerts you to the time of day. You check it to find a text from Namjoon, announcing his arrival at the front of your office building. 12:30 PM on the dot. You lock your work laptop, waving bye to Tina as you place your phone into your purse and head to the elevator bay. Once down in the lobby you quickly walk outside, spotting Namjoon leaning up against a taxi waiting for you. You wrap your arms around his neck, greeting him with a kiss before he opens the car door for you, following you into the back of the cab.

The little sushi place he takes you to is delicious. Being your first time there, Namjoon orders a whole spread. Each roll consists of something you like, from tempura shrimp to avocado in the middle. Some rolls topped with eel. You eat your fill, feeling satisfyingly full once the two of you are walking out of the little restaurant. 

“What time do you need to be back?” Namjoon asks you, taking your hand into his as you walk down the street.

“Maybe not for another hour? I’m already done with my article, so I’m in no rush to need to get back.” You walk alongside him with a smile on your face, the feel of his hand in yours bringing you a comfort you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Would you want to stop by the studio with me then? I got something I want to show you.” You smile at him, nodding your head as he smiles back, quickening his steps as he pulls you toward his office building. 

Arriving at Namjoon’s work, you were excited to finally step into the world that had preoccupied so much of his time when you were together. You had been here multiple times in the year you were with him, coming here to drop off food for your overworking boyfriend. Never making it past the lobby desk until now. You follow him through the lobby, past the front desk and towards the elevator. You turn towards the long hallway you remember he would appear from during your prior visits when he instead guides you to the elevators, hopping on to an open cab and pressing the button for the 5th floor.

You pull your phone out of your purse, sending Tina a quick text saying that you might be late coming back to the office. After a few exchanges of where you were, she asks you to say hi to Jimin for her before you slip your phone back into your purse and turn towards Namjoon. “Since when did you move off the first floor?” You ask as the elevator continues to move upwards.

He smiles at you, a glint of excitement in his eye as the cab stops, the doors opening to the new floor. He leads you out of the elevator, his hand pushing gently on the small of your back. “That’s what I want to show you. Remember that promotion? It comes with some new perks.” He continues to lead you down the hallway and you look around, taking in the new scenery as Namjoon stops you in front of a closed door.

“Y/N!” You hear your name being called from the other end of the hall. You turn to look at the newcomer, a dark haired man jogging down the hall with his arms open towards you and Namjoon. His wide, heart shaped smile bringing an equally wide one to your face. 

“Hobi!” You giggle as he wraps you in a big bear hug, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

“It’s good to see you again,” you say as he steadies you back on the ground.

“Likewise! It's nice to see you and Joon together again. He’s been a real stick in the mud while you guys were apart.”

You let out another giggle as Namjoon glares at his co-worker, opening the door and guiding you in. “Thank you for that, Hoseok,” he mutters, following the two of you into the room.

You take a look around the room, various recording equipment litters the room. There’s a lone couch against the wall opposite a large desk fitted with mixing equipment and a computer. You watch as Hobi plops down on it, pulling out his phone as you continue to observe the room.  A guy around your age with mint colored hair sits in front of the computer and mixing equipment, headphones on as he’s bopping his head up and down to whatever is playing. You see the ‘Recording in progress’ sign lit up and realize he’s in the middle of recording someone. Namjoon closes the door behind him, walking over to pat the mint haired man on the back. The mint haired man looks up, his features growing into a gummy smile as he looks at Namjoon, taking his headphones off his head and pressing a button on the switchboard in front of him. 

“Ah, Joon. Just in time. Jimin’s finishing up one of his tracks for his debut,” the mint haired man says, standing to give Namjoon a quick hug before pressing another button on the switchboard and speaking into a mic, “Jimin, come on out.”

“Jimin’s in there?” You ask without thinking. Realizing you have yet to officially meet the man that swept your best friend away on your girl’s night out. The mint haired man and Namjoon look over at you and you realize you interrupted their conversation, causing your cheeks to flush slightly.

“Yeah, he is,” the mint haired man says to you. “Big fan?”

Hobi snorts from the couch, “Watch out, Joon. Might have some competition.”

You smile while you shake your head. “No, um, he’s kind of dating my best friend.” You watch as his eyebrows shoot up, nodding his head as Namjoon places his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Let me not be rude,” Namjoon says as he gestures between you two. “Yoongi, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Yoongi. My coworker and fellow producer.” 

Yoongi reaches out to shake your hand, giving you another gummy smile as he addresses you. “Nice to meet you, so you’re the girl Namjoon has been lovesick about. Heard all about you. Nice to finally put a face to a name.” He gives Namjoon a nudge with his shoulder, the both of you looking at each other with matching cheeks as a door on the other side of the room opens up. A familiar silver haired man walking out, his unforgettably plush lips spread wide into a smile.

“Sup guys. Ah, Y/N. Good to finally meet you,” he says, walking over to you and giving you a hug. It catches you by surprise for a minute before you return it. Jimin breaks away from you at the sound of Namjoon clearing his throat, giving you a wink as he moves to sit by Hoseok on the couch.

“Anyways,” Namjoon says as he walks over to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I just wanted to introduce you guys before I showed her my office.”

“You have an office now --” 

“Oh, Joojoo, I thought I heard you in here.” You were cut off by a tall, petite girl who just entered the room. The pencil skirt and blouse she was wearing a little too short and form fitting to be considered professional. You look at her, noticing how pretty she was and the way she was looking at Namjoon, all wide eyed and dreamy. You instantly become annoyed, too focused on the awful nickname she just used to notice the brief look of distaste on Namjoon’s face at the sound of it. You instinctively lean more into Namjoon, crossing your arms as the new girl continues to talk, barely aware of your presence. “Joojoo, I need help getting something down from the supply closet. Can you help me?” She coos while batting her eyelashes. Her eyes move from his face to the arm around your shoulder, clicking her tongue against her teeth as she looks you up and down. “Whose this?”

“Oh, Areum. This is Joon’s girl, Y/N. Y/N, this is our floor assistant, Areum,” Hobi jumps in, quick to the introductions with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Areum looks at you, eyebrow raised in confusion. “Y/N. Like, your ex-girlfriend, Y/N?”

“We’re working things out,” you snap, wrapping one of your arms around Namjoon’s waist as he looks down at you, raising an eyebrow of his own. A ghost of a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips. 

“Whatever,” the girl mutters before turning to Namjoon again, an annoyingly bright smile adorning her face. “Joojoo, could you help me?”

“I got it!” Yoongi shouts, already moving past the group of you and out the door. Areum lets out a soft “Oh” as she turns to follow, briefly looking back at you and Namjoon before exiting the room.

Your lips twitch up in a smirk as you turn to look up at Namjoon. “So, what’s this office you were talking about?” 

“Yeah, Joon. Why don’t you show Y/N your office,” Hobi teases as he gets up from the couch, following after Yoongi and the office assistant. Namjoon sputters and you let out a giggle, grabbing his hand and walking out of the recording room. 

Namjoon regains his composure, leading you back down the hallway, Jimin following closely behind, taking the chance to strike up conversation. “So what do you guys say to a double date this weekend? Give us a chance to get to know each other and have some fun. Tina talks very highly about you, Y/N.”

“That sounds great. What do you think, Joonie?” You ask just as Namjoon stops in front of another door, digging a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocking it. 

“Yeah, that sounds great,” he says, flicking on the lights to his office. The three of you barely enter into the little space when Hoseok shows up at the door, looking straight at Namjoon.

“Hey Joon, looks like we need your help after all. Yoongi severely underestimated how high up this box was.” Hobi lets out a laugh as he walks back down the hallway. Namjoon turns to you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead as he tells you he’ll be right back before slipping out the door way. 

You let out a little huff as soon as he’s out of sight. “Has she ever heard of a step ladder,” you mutter under your breath as you take a look around Namjoons office, his ever growing Kaws figurine collection decorating the shelves on his walls. 

You hear Jimin snicker and you jump just a bit as you had forgotten he was there. “We have a step ladder, actually. Areum, tends to misplace it a lot,” he says, air quoting around the words misplace it as he rolls his eyes. “She has the biggest crush on Namjoon. Tends to always need something from the top shelves just to have an excuse to talk to him.”

Your face contorts into a scowl, causing Jimin to laugh and throw his hands up in defense. “Don’t worry. Namjoon barely even notices. He’s always been wrapped up in his work. Or talking about you. Yoongi, however�� Well, he has it bad.”

You nod a little, taking comfort in Jimin’s reassurance. He gives you a small wave bye as he leaves you alone in Namjoon’s office. You sit down in the empty desk chair, noticing a picture frame by his laptop. You pick it up, recognizing the picture to be one of your favorites of you and Namjoon. A cute selfie you took in the comfort of his apartment a few months into you two dating. You place it back on the desk, humming gently in content as you push the brief incident with the office assistant to the back of your mind. Reminding yourself that you promised to be understanding and you try not to dwell on if there was anything there that you would need to worry about.

Your first week back with Namjoon was nothing short of amazing. You were amazed and surprised by how attentive he is to you, fully prepared to expect him to still be busy with work, especially with a recent promotion. But, alas, he is keeping true to his promise so far. The two of you spent more time together in the past week than you did in the last few months you were together. The both of you have been making great progress with the things you both promised to work on. Holding true to the rules and guidelines, you had set out, the no sex rule included.

You’d be lying if you said it hasn’t been hard to not break that rule. Namjoon being right when he said that sex was never a problem between the two of you. It didn’t help that the both of you gained pure enjoyment out of teasing the hell out of each other. Between the gentle brushes of his hand across your ass or the strategic placement of your hand on his thigh when you’re sitting next to him, it is easy to get one another flustered. It is equally just as hard to keep each other’s hormones at bay. 

No other time have you two come close to breaking that rule than you have tonight. Laid out on your back on your living room couch, Namjoon on top of you. The both of you in the middle of a heated makeout session. His hand up your shirt while yours is on his ass, pushing him closer into you as he grinds his clothed bulge into your core. You know you should stop. No fooling around being part of the rules you both had set, but it all just feels too damn good to stop. Your living room is filled with the soft sounds of your shared moans, the movie Namjoon brought over for your night in playing softly but forgotten in the background. You both had opted for a night in instead of going out to dinner. Your planned double date on Saturday and the fact that you had to work late helping your fellow writers finish their articles playing a big part in the decision making. Namjoon had picked up takeout and a movie for the two of you, waiting at your apartment for you to get home to spend as much time as possible with you tonight before he would have to leave to go to sleep. 

What started out as an innocent foot rub after your dinner has speedily turned into a tickle fight. That very tickle fight quickly escalated to the situation you find yourself in now; Namjoon’s tongue wrestling with yours as he cups your breast with his hand, finding your nipple hidden by your bra and giving it a quick pinch. You let out a muffled moan, one he quickly swallows with his lips still on yours. You slide your other hand down, reaching in between you two to grab a hold of the button on his jeans. You almost have it undone when Namjoon suddenly pulls away from you, grabbing your wrist as he breathlessly asks you to hold on. He pulls his hand from out under your shirt and lets go of your wrist as he sits back on the couch, running his hand through his disheveled hair to try and put some of it back in place.

“We should probably chill out a bit. Don’t want to get too ahead of ourselves,” he says, scooting just a bit away from you to give you room to sit up on your side of the couch. You stay as you are, looking at him with a pout on your lips as he chuckles at you. “Besides, I probably should head out soon. Need to run into the office tomorrow before our date.”

He stands from the couch, holding his hand out to help you up and you take it, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stand up in front of him. “Why don’t you just spend the night? Leave for work from here in the morning?” you ask in between kisses. He chuckles at you again, grabbing your hands from around his neck and walking you to the door. 

“And break the rules you clearly set out for us? I would never,” he teases you, laughing at you as you let out a whine. “I’ll see you tomorrow baby. I’ll let you know when I get home,” he reassures you as he slips his shoes on and opens your front door. He turns back to you, slinking an arm around your waist to catch your lips in a deep kiss as he pulls you towards him. He releases your lips, leaving you breathless once again as he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. “And we’ll continue this later.” He smiles at you, giving you a wink and another quick kiss before releasing you completely and closing the door behind him. 

You let out a little huff. “Tease…” you mutter as you smile, shaking your head as you lock up the door before turning back towards your living room, getting ready to clean up and go to bed.

The double date with Jimin and Tina went better than you expected. The whole mini argument you had with Tina in her apartment as the two of you got ready proving to be inane. Her plans of giving Namjoon the third degree to check to see if he’s really changed never came to fruition, much to your relief. The moment the two boys arrived at her doorstep to pick the both of you up, all thoughts of interrogation were forgotten, her attention solely on Jimin and Jimin alone.

The steakhouse you attend for dinner is delicious. The drinks you all share help keep the conversation light and entertaining. You are happy with the way work has stayed away as a topic for the evening. The only exception was the mention of Hoseok’s mixtape release party that is taking place the following Wednesday. When leaving the restaurant, talks about needing to do this again came up. You mention a new Italian restaurant that just opened up down the street that you all should try next, if you guys were ever lucky enough to get a hard to book reservation. 

Namjoon holds your hand the entire cab ride back to your apartment. Not much conversation taking place due to the numerous glasses of wine at dinner making you feel warm and sleepy while leaning up against him. You nearly doze off before you make it to your apartment, Namjoon nudging your shoulder slightly to let you know of your arrival. He’s still holding your hand as he walks you to your door, making sure you were safely inside before letting go. He stands in your doorway, smiling at you as you brace yourself against the wall to balance as you take off your heels.

“What are you smiling about?” You tease him, crossing your arms as you walk back towards him after removing your footwear.

“I’m just happy to be doing this with you again. Walking you home, making sure you get here safe.” You can’t help the smile that graces your face from his confession, leaning up on to your tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his lips.

“So,” he starts, still smiling at you as he hovers over you in your door frame. “Hobi’s release party is this Wednesday.”

“So I heard,” you cooed, your heart warming at the flash of his dimples from his smiling growing wider from your teasing.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go with me,” he asks you, pausing momentarily before continuing, “As my date.”

You smile wider, leaning up to give him another kiss. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few days flew by in a breeze. You weren’t able to see much of Namjoon other than lunch breaks or a quick dinner date as he was helping Hobi and the company prepare for the release party. You and Tina spent your free evenings shopping for the perfect dresses. Finding two cute matching bodycons with keyhole cut outs and heels to match. Wednesday evening comes before you know it. Namjoon had ordered a car to pick you and Tina up, him needing to be at the venue early to help get everything set up. Not wanting you to feel rushed, he arranges for your transportation to drop you off right at the venue doors, allowing you and Tina to enjoy a full red carpet experience for the release party.

The party venue is located at one of the nicest hotels in town, taking place in one of the ballrooms fitted with a DJ booth, a mini dance floor, and a well stocked open bar. Namjoon is there to greet you at the door, catching the eye of every woman (and man) walking by him with the way he’s fitted in his well-tailored suit. His hair is pushed back, styled out of his face. You can’t help the smile that grows on your face as you look him up and down, walking towards him. Knowing that this beautiful man is all yours. The moment he notices you walking towards the ballroom, his smile matches yours, if not, brighter. His mindset also matches yours as he shamelessly looks you up and down as you grow closer.

“Hey Handsome,” you say to him, throwing your arm around his neck as you give him a kiss.

“Good evening, baby. You’re looking exceptionally beautiful tonight.” He kisses you back, slipping his hand around your waist. 

“How nice of you to say, Joonie. I didn’t think you noticed,” Tina teases from beside you. Namjoon rolls his eyes, giving you another kiss before taking your hand in his. 

“You look exceptionally beautiful as well, Tina,” he says, gesturing his hand towards the inside of the ballroom. Tina gives him a thank you before winking at you and walking forwards into the ballroom, now on a mission to find Jimin. You giggle, following behind her and Namjoon as he leads you toward the bar.

After grabbing a round of drinks, Namjoon walks you and Tina over to your reserved table for the evening. Jimin is already sitting down, snacking on a small plate full of the various finger foods being served around the event. You barely sit down yourself when the petite office assistant, Areum, pops up out of nowhere, instantly clinging herself onto Namjoon’s arm. The dress she’s wearing contains too many cut outs and too much sheer covering to your liking, the lack of actual fabric barely classifying it as a dress instead of lingerie. Her heels, too tall to be considered comfortable to walk in, let alone stand in, you know we’re chosen to accentuate her barely covered (and annoyingly perky) ass. She doesn’t pay you or anyone other table occupant any mind, her focus only on Namjoon, much to your annoyance. Batting her eyelashes, she addresses Namjoon, her tone too high pitched to be tolerable, making the use of her god awful nickname for Namjoon sound even worse. “Joojoo, the DJ is having issues with connecting his equipment. Can you help us?”

He sighs, giving her a polite smile as he responds, “Sure.” She let’s go of his arm and you swear she gives you a smirk before turning and running off. You glare at her retreating backside. An involuntary scoff escaping past your lips. Namjoon hears it, turning to you with a questioning brow raised in your direction. A smirk, once again, dancing on the corner of his lips. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, trying to hide the smile threatening to break out on his face, always finding it cute when you show little signs of jealousy. 

“Nothing, she’s just very… touchy.” You take a sip of your champagne, trying to wash away the bitterness in your mouth. Namjoon chuckles at you as he leans down to hover over you, one hand braced on the table and the other on the back of your chair to steady himself.

“She’s just friendly, baby,” he says, leaning in closer to rub his nose on the tip of yours. 

“Yeah, to you,” you mumble, Namjoon’s shit-eating grin finally breaking loose on his face as he laughs. 

“You’re cute,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You got nothing to worry about, baby. I only have eyes for you.” He gives you a long, soft kiss on your lips before standing back up. Telling you he’ll be right back, he disappears into the growing crowd toward what you assume is the direction of the DJ booth. 

Feeling eyes on you, you look to your left to see Tina observing you, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she meets your gaze. You let out a sigh, jumping to a defensive tone as you try and predict what she’s thinking. “It’s a work party, Tina. It’s expected that he’s going to have to do some work.” 

She shakes her head slowly at you as she leans forward, placing her elbow on the table and propping her hand under her chin. “Oh no, I’m wondering when you’re going to put that in its place.” Her reference is vague, but you know exactly what, or rather who, she’s talking about. 

“I’m not. I don’t need to. Joonie says there’s nothing to worry about so there’s nothing to worry about,” you state matter-of-factly. Hoping your tone sounds convincing enough to end her “hoe-be-gone” plotting before it starts. You just don’t know who you were trying to convince more: Tina or You. 

“If you say so,” Tina sing-songs, leaning back into her seat and into Jimin. Jimin gives her a quick peck on her temple and smiles at her. 

“You little instigator,” you hear Jimin whisper to her before catching her lips in a real kiss. You roll your eyes slightly, smiling softly as you scan the now crowded ballroom, trying to spot Namjoon amongst the sea of people. 

You contemplate for a minute on whether you should actually say something to Areum. You know you’ll be able to control yourself and your tone. Know you’ll be able to conduct yourself as polite, but firm. She just seems like the type to you that would cause a scene when she doesn’t get her way and you don’t want to be involved in anything that might ruin Hobi’s special night. Besides, you promised to be more understanding and trusting Namjoon on this falls under that umbrella. So you take another sip of your drink, swallowing down the sweet tasting liquid, hoping the bitter taste of your growing anxiety goes down with it.

The rest of the night followed the common theme of Namjoon being swept away by various staff members seeking his help. It never failed that once he found his way back to you, someone else was there a few minutes later to take him again. He apologizes to you every time, his kisses growing harder and deeper with each departure. You reassure him each time that it is fine, and really it is. You are enjoying yourself, spending the majority of the night with Jimin, Tina, and various alcoholic drinks. Near the end of the night, Namjoon was finally able to spend a little more time with you. Grabbing you from your reserved table and walking you over to meet his boss and to say bye to Hoseok before you leave. 

As you approach the two gentlemen, Hobi’s eyes light up the moment he sees you. 

The second you reach him, he’s wrapping his arms around you in a big hug, placing a quick peck on your cheek. His heart shaped smile on full display as he addresses you, the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath as he talks. “Y/N! Thank you for coming tonight. What would I do without my favorite fan?” he slurs, his rosy cheeks pushing into his eyes as he continues to smile at you.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Hobi,” you coo, giggling as you back out of his hug. As you stand back in your place next to Namjoon, you turn to the other man, Hobi and Namjoon’s boss, and introduce yourself. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” he says. “Sorry, I’ve been pulling your boyfriend away from you most of the night.”

“He’s no--” you start before quickly redirecting your response. You feel Namjoon’s shoulders deflate just slightly beside you and you feel a twinge of guilt. He isn’t your boyfriend. Not yet, at least. But isn’t that exactly what you two are working back towards? “It’s okay,” you start again. “He’s been a hot commodity tonight and a hard worker. I wouldn’t want him any other way.”

Namjoon looks at you, a quick ‘blink-and-you'll-miss-it’ flash of surprise colors his features before the corners of his lips turn upwards into a smile.

“A hard worker he most certainly is. I’m going to have to also apologize in advance for the next week. We’re in the finishing stages of our next trainee’s debut and going to need all hands on deck for it.” The boss gives you a big smile, probably thinking it would lessen the blow of his news.

“Yeah, Jimin’s debut is next!” Hobi chimes in, his voice carrying a little too loud due to his intoxicated state.

“That’s right,” their boss confirms. “I promise to try and have him free by Valentine’s day.” The boss lets out a hearty laugh, slapping Namjoon on the shoulder before walking away. Excusing himself to thank the other guest for coming to the event.

“Valentine’s day…” you hear Namjoon mutter softly. You turn to look up at him, noticing his wide-eyed look as he stares into space. You grab his arm, looping your hand around it and lightly squeezing, bringing him back out of his head. His eyes focusing on you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’ve been busy and I forgot it was coming up, too. We got a week, we’ll figure something out,” you try to reassure him, forming a soft smile on his face to try and show that it was really okay. 

“Yeah,” Namjoon responds, his tone apprehensive as he rubs the back of his neck. Taking in his demeanor, the little seed of worry from earlier starts to blossom slowly in your mind. You open your mouth to say something, ask him if he’s okay when the call of your name breaks interrupts you. Looking behind you, you see Tina approaching you and Namjoon.

“Hey, you ready to go? Jimin had our car pulled around up front for us,” she asks, stifling a yawn behind her hand.

“Yeah, sure,” you say slowly, turning your head to look back at Namjoon. The unspoken question on whether you guys need to talk lingering between you. It goes unanswered and any signs of apprehension or anxiety are gone from his face. His prize-winning, charming smile is the only thing you see.

“Go ahead. I have to stay and help clean up anyways. I’ll call you later, yeah?” He gives you a quick kiss, waving bye to Tina as he walks away, disappearing into the thinning crowd. 

His departure doesn’t sit right with you. Something about his behavior seems off and it only adds to your growing anxiety, much to your annoyance. You try to shake it off, following Tina out of the ballroom and into the lobby. Stopping abruptly, you realize you’ve forgotten something, calling out to Tina as you turn back towards the ballroom. “Hey, I forgot my phone and purse on the table. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Running back in to grab your purse, you notice Namjoon standing over by the bar talking to an older gentleman. You take a step towards him, planning to ask him if everything was okay before heading back to the car, only to stop once the older man steps to the side out of the way of a server. Revealing the annoying little office assistant clinging to Namjoon’s arm. You freeze, watching as Namjoon shakes the older gentleman’s hand before the same man places a kiss on top of the little leech’s head and takes his departure from the group. Namjoon, smiles down at Areum, his dimples adorning his cheeks and you immediately feel sick. You turn around, walking swiftly out of the hotel before they’re able to see you, reaching the car and hopping quickly into the seat next to Tina. She glances over at you curiously before looking back at her phone. “Everything okay?” she asks you as she begins typing away, probably sending a text to Jimin.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Just… I thought it was about to rain.” You give her a forced chuckle, hoping she doesn’t sense the lie in your tone. She hums in response. The car starts to pull off into traffic. You turn, looking back at the hotel as it fades into the distance. Hoping fiercely that what you think you saw and what was actually going on is just a big misunderstanding.

You barely hear from Namjoon the rest of the week. The weekend being no different. The “all hands on deck” call to finish up Jimin’s mixtape for his debut is the only explanation you receive from Namjoon to excuse his absence. Majority of your communication is exchanged over text messages, but even those were slowly growing few and far in between. Your daily lunch dates are replaced with specially picked Uber eats orders sent to your office. The sentiment is there but you couldn’t help but feel like he is avoiding you. The scene of Areum clinging to Namjoon’s arm replaying over and over in your mind. “Who was that man?” and “Why was Namjoon smiling at her after meeting him?” were the main questions plaguing your mind. The constant thought of maybe you DO have something to worry about causes a big negative shift in your mood that you’re unable to hide the longer you go without talking to Namjoon.

Tina notices the change in your attitude at work on Monday. Not-so subtly mentioning how your negative energy was killing her vibe. You grumble an apology and she spends most of the day trying to help bring you out of your sour mood. 

“Maybe he really has been busy. His boss did say he was going to be taking up a lot of his time this week.” You let out a huff, knowing what she was saying was more than likely true, but it still didn’t make you feel any better. Noticing no change in your mood, she continues. “If it helps to know, I haven’t been able to see or talk to Jimin much, either. We can only hope that they’re making good progress and they’ll be done soon. That way we can get our men back,” she chirps, her voice going up at the end to try and drive the point of positivity with her words. 

You feel bad, but the news of her not hearing from Jimin just as much does make you feel better. At least you knew you weren’t the only one and made the idea that they’re both just really, really busy easier to accept as the truth. You look over at her and give her a small smile, “Thank you. For trying to help me feel better. It’s just… I can’t help but feel like this is all too familiar territory.” Among other things. You follow up in your head, not wanting to voice it out loud and carry on that conversation here at work.

“I thought you said you were going to try and be more understanding,” Tina states, her comment catching you by surprise.

“Wait, what?” you stammer, blinking owlishly at her as she rolls her eyes at you. She sits up straighter in her seat as if she was preparing to give you a presentation.

“You were right, Y/N. Namjoon’s changed. He’s trying. Even I’ve been able to see that,” she says to you, her voice taking on a reassuring tone. “You promised that you would be more patient and understanding. Now’s the time to show that you’re trying too.”

You let out a sigh. You knew she was right and didn’t really want to admit it. You did promise to be more understanding and you definitely weren’t doing that right now. That realization does nothing to fix your mood. Only changing the reason why it was still so sour.

Tina notices the change, knowing you swapped to beating yourself up. A smile breaks out on her face as an idea blooms in her mind, reaching over and grabbing your hand in excitement as she details it to you.

“Let’s have a Galentine’s Day this weekend. The boys will probably still be busy, and if they finish up early and are able to spend time with us again, we can cancel it. Easy peasy.” She looks at you, her eyes begging you to say yes as her excitement courses through her. As if her hold on your hand was a conduit, you feel her excitement transfer to you. The infectious happiness in her smile breaking through your negative demeanor and causing a smile to form on your face. You couldn’t find it in you to turn down her offer. Her squeal of excitement rings throughout the office the moment you tell her yes. 

The thought of not having to spend Valentine’s Day alone does perk you up a little. The background chatter of Tina planning out your Galentine’s day helping you get through the rest of the work day. Come clock out time, you head out of the office and make your way towards the train for home. You feel your phone buzz, alerting you of a new text message. Checking your notifications, you see that it’s from Namjoon. His name and the context of the tweet bring a smile to your face. His short text of “Miss you” with the kissy face emoji gives you a small burst of motivation to keep the promise that you had made a few weeks earlier. “Patience and understanding. You got nothing to worry about,” you tell yourself, sending back a matching message to Namjoon before slipping your phone back into your pocket.

The rest of the week drags. The still brief only-over-text conversations with Namjoon and Tina’s absence from the office due to a sinus infection being two things that have contributed to the week feeling like it’s taking forever and a day to move along. 

Friday morning comes and you already feel an instant boost of happiness when you see Tina at her desk as you walk into the office. You skip to your desk, placing your computer bag down and taking out your laptop as you strike up a conversation with your best friend.

“Good morning! And welcome back! So I was thinking… There’s this cute little candy shop over on Cherry Lane that we should order some sweets from for our Galentine’s day.” After not hearing a response, you look up from your desk. Tina’s brow furrowing in confusion as she looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t Namjoon tell you?” she asks, her question making the anxiety you’ve been pushing down all week start to instantly crawl back up your throat.

“Tell me what?” you respond slowly, pulling your phone out to see if you might have missed any phone calls or text messages from Namjoon. Nothing.

“Jimin said they finished everything up on Wednesday. The mixtape is done.” You feel the color drain from your face. Tina’s eyes grow wide as she notices and quickly adds on to her news. “But maybe he meant HE was finished with everything. Joon and Yoongi probably still have things to finish up on the production end.”

You nod your head meekly. Forcing yourself to breathe in and out as you try not to jump to conclusions and hope that her assumption is right. “Yeah, maybe.” Your voice comes out squeakier than you like. A brief flash of pity shows in Tina’s eyes as she gives you a soft smile. Clearing your throat, you straighten up in your chair, plastering a fake smile on your face as you start on your work. “No, you’re right. He’s probably just finishing up the rest of his part. I’ll probably hear from him later today.” 

Tina nods her head slowly, turning back to her computer as she gets back to work. You struggle to maintain your smile throughout the rest of the day, doing your best to not to show a break in your mask every time Tina snuck a quick glance your way.

The end of the workday finally arrives and still no word from Namjoon. You skip out of the office the first chance you get, waiting for Tina to have walked away from her desk so you could sneak out without her noticing. You knew she would ask about Namjoon and it wasn’t a conversation you were really wanting to have right now. Walking towards the subway, you decide to stop at the Chinese restaurant along the way to pick up some takeout, not really in the mood to try and fix something at home. After placing your to-go order, you take a seat in the lobby, scrolling through your phone when you hear someone call your name. Looking up from your phone, you’re surprised to see Yoongi standing in front of you, having just exited the bathroom on the other side of the lobby. “I thought that was you. Picking up some food for you and Joon?”

“Ah, no. Just me.” You smile back. “Are you heading back to the office? This was a long way for a dinner break. This mixtape must be working you two into the ground.”

Yoongi shakes his head, the slightest hint of confusion painting his features. “Actually, I live around here. Just grabbing a bite to eat with some friends. We actually finished up on Wednesday. Didn’t Namjoon tell you?”

Your eyes go wide for a second as you feel your heart drop straight to your stomach. You force a closed lip smile on your face, trying to fight back the anger and frustration rising in you. “Yeah, right. Sorry, must have slipped my mind.”

Yoongi goes to say something else, only to be cut off by the restaurant host calling out your name, announcing that your to-go order was ready. You jump up from your seat quickly, grabbing your food from the host and turn to rush out the door. “It was good to see you, Yoongi. Have a great night!” You run out the door before he can respond. Once again trying to avoid an uncomfortable conversation revolving around Namjoon.

The moment you make it around the block, you stop right above the subway entrance. Grabbing your phone out of your purse, you quickly dial Namjoon’s number, taking deep breaths in and out of your noise to try and calm the boiling anger inside of you. The phone rings twice before the call is picked up. You’re ready to start your onslaught of the many questions that you have the moment he speaks, but the voice you hear at the other end knocks the breath straight out of your lungs. The perky, high pitched voice unmistakably belonging to the one person you would have never thought to be answering Namjoon’s phone. Areum. “Hello, Joojoo’s phone.” Her sickening sweet tone makes your stomach churn and you take in another deep breath to keep yourself from vomiting.

“Where’s Namjoon?” You applaud yourself for how level you keep your tone, not wanting to let her know that the very fact that she answered his phone bothers you.

“He’s busy. Can I take a message?” God, you really don’t like her.

“Just let him know that his girlfriend called,” you say, emphasizing around the word girlfriend.

“Ex-girlfriend. But I’ll let him know. Bye bye now.” She hangs up before you could say anything else. The abrupt ending and her emphasis on the word Ex not helping your growing irritation. You toss your phone back into your bag and continue on your way home.

You don’t look at your phone the whole subway ride home. Not daring to take it out of your bag until after you make it home and finish eating your Chinese. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you finally retrieve your phone from your bag, noticing the one missed call and the three text messages from Namjoon. 

Namjoon: Hey, Areum said you called. Everything okay? Namjoon: Y/N? Baby, you okay? *Missed call from Namjoon* Namjoon: Call me back when you get a chance.

You take a deep breath before typing out your response, repeating “patience and understanding” like a mantra in your head. You tell yourself to give him the benefit of the doubt. Give him a chance to explain. He hasn’t given you any reason to doubt him. At least not until now.

You: Hey, sorry. Was eating dinner.  Namjoon: Hey, it’s cool. Everything okay? You: Yeah, I didn’t mean to worry you. Just hadn’t talked to you today. I miss you. Namjoon: I miss you too baby.

You pause for a moment. Contemplating how you want to continue the conversation. You wanted to call, not leave the interpretation of your tone through your text message to be misconstrued. But you feel like he wouldn’t give you a full explanation if he had anyone around him. 

You: Why did Areum answer your phone? Namjoon: She did? I don’t know. I had left it on the desk when I ran to the bathroom. What did she say? You: That you were busy. What was she doing with your phone? Namjoon: We were working on something in the recording studio. Guess I left my phone in there when I had run to the bathroom. Please don’t think too much into it.  You: I’m not. Just curious. Is she helping with Jimin’s Mixtape? How’s that going? Namjoon: Uh, yeah. It’s going well. Hoping to have it down by tomorrow night. I should probably get back to working on it. I’ll call you later, baby.

You read his last text over and over. Your body starts to shake as angry tears begin to spill from your eyes. He lied. He just told you a flat out lie. You don’t even respond back, throwing your phone on the coffee table as you fall onto the couch. You curse at yourself, feeling like such a fool for believing Namjoon had actually changed. He hasn’t changed at all. If anything he picked up more bad habits along the way. Adding a liar and a cheat to your list of reasons why you two won’t be able to work things out. “Well, not a cheat,” you think to yourself. “It’s not like we were back to being boyfriend and girlfriend.” The single thought makes more tears spill down your cheeks as bitterness coats like an undissolving film on your tongue. You turn to your side, curling up into yourself on the couch, the soft sniffles from your crying slowly lulling you to sleep.

Saturday goes by in a blur. You spent the whole day moping on your couch, ignoring every call or text that came your way. You once again cry yourself to sleep. The two glasses of wine and the Valentine’s themed rom coms playing on the TV helping contribute to your tearful state. You wake up Sunday morning after your crying session the night before. Determined to not waste another day moping over your failed relationship, you jump in the shower, giving yourself a quick pep talk as you refuse to let some stupid boy ruin the rest of your weekend. 

Getting dressed, you slip on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, forgoing a bra. You aren’t planning on leaving to go anywhere anytime soon. Perfectly content with spending your day alone in your apartment with trash tv and a bottle of wine. You continue to ignore Namjoon’s calls and texts throughout the day. Turning your ringer on silent and placing it face down on your kitchen countertop. The subtle buzzing noise from the vibrations is not as aggravating to your nerves like the noisy ringtone.

It’s just nearing 6PM when you open your fridge, pulling out the unfinished bottle of Moscato from the night before when you hear your phone buzz again. Your curiosity as to why he has called and texted you more in the last 24 hours than he has in the last week gets the best of you. Snatching your phone off the countertop, you see Namjoon’s name flashing on your screen. You swipe to answer the call and bring the phone up to your ear.

“What?” You bite into the phone, the current mood you’re in does not allow you to feign any sense of civility for the start of this conversation.

“Wow. Hello to you, too. Everything okay?” Namjoon speaks cautiously on the other end, worry and confusion evident in his tone.

“Everything’s peachy,” you say, popping your ‘p’ as you pour yourself a glass of wine and take a big gulp. “How’s the mixtape going?” You know Namjoon is able to feel the sarcastic bite to your words, but he doesn’t call you out on it. Continuing on as if he doesn’t notice.

“About that. I wanna show you something. Can you meet me at the studio? And, uh, wear something nice.” His easy tone and his blatant disregard for your obvious annoyance angers you. You take another big sip of your wine and decide to not hold back your frustration any longer.

“Why don’t you show Areum,” you respond, your voice doing a terrible mimic of hers when you say her name.

“What?” Joonie questions. “Y/N. What are you on?”

“You tell me, Joon,” you bark into the phone, your voice starting to raise in volume as you lean back against your kitchen counter. “She’s the one you’ve been spending all of your time with lately. Considering Jimin’s mixtape was finished Wednesday.”

You hear him curse underneath his breath, letting out a sigh before he speaks. “Who told you?”

“Does it matter?” You wait, allowing for time to see if he would at least speak up to try and defend himself. Throw out whatever random excuse to talk his way out of this. But you’re only met with his silence. Every wordless second from him pushes a dagger into your heart. Your chest constricts from the pain and it makes you want to hurry and end the phone call right then and there. “Anyways, I can’t come and meet you. I have company. For a Galentine’s Day.”

“Y/N, I know Tina is out with Jimin. Just please come and see me,” Namjoon says, his tone beginning to sound exasperated.

“I have other friends, Namjoon.” You don’t. Not really. At least not anyone that you’d be hanging out with outside of a work function, but he didn’t have to know that. Nor did he need to know about your canceled Galentine’s plan. 

“Come on, Y/N. You’re being ridiculous,” Namjoon huffs into the phone, his tone scolding. You can picture how he looks right now. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to control his simmering frustration with you. “Just please come meet me at the studio and I’ll explain everything.”

“No, but I agree. It was ridiculous of me to think you’ve changed. It was ridiculous of me to even try and give us another chance.” You pause your speech as your voice begins to crack. Taking a deep breath in and out of your mouth before continuing. “Now, I have to go. The very deliciously ripped male stripper has arrived. Have a fun life with Areum.”

“For the last time, nothing is going on… Wait did you say a fucking strip --” You end the call, cutting Namjoon off midsentence. A sly smile stretching across your face as you turn off your phone. The smile only lasts for a few seconds until the realization hits. The fact that you and Namjoon are once again ‘no more’ sinks in as quickly as your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest.

Grabbing the wine bottle off the counter, you pour yourself another glass as you walk to your living room, plopping down onto your couch.

You must have dozed off sometime after you finished your last glass of wine. The loud knocking on your door ripping you from your wine induced nap as you’re quickly sitting up on your couch. Your head starts to spin from the quick movement. You stand up, grumbling under your breath that you’re on your way as you walk to the door, unlocking and wrenching it open. “Can you cut it out?” You yell before even looking to see who the crazy visitor was. The moment your eyes focus on the obsessive knocker, they grow twice in size, your mouth dropping open just as wide. “Namjoon?!”

There in your doorway, dressed in the same button up and slacks from the bar weeks before, stands your ex boyfriend. Jaw clenched as he storms into your apartment, throwing the bag he is holding on to your couch as he takes a look around before letting out a scoff. “You cheeky little brat. You lied about the stripper just to make me angry, didn’t you?” 

Your face flushes with anger at his accusatory tone. You, the liar? He’s really going to point that finger at you? “Seriously?” you screech, slamming your front door in frustration before walking up to him. “YOU are going to scold ME for lying? How about you explain why you lied about you and Areum before you say ANYTHING to me about lying.”

“Nothing is going on between me and Areum!” He yells back, the growing frustration evident in his tone. The top two undone buttons of his shirt gives you a peek of the red flush growing up his chest and neck from his anger.

“I saw you at the release party with her. I saw the way you had smiled at her as she was clinging on to your arm,” you bark back, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” His questions coming out through a disbelief laugh.

“After you thought I left. I came back in to grab my purse and I saw the two of you all close and personal while talking to some man.” You cross your arms, waiting to see the “oh shit” look flash on to his face knowing that he’d been caught. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he lets out a sardonic laugh, shaking his head as his hands move to rub his face.

“That was Areum’s father. He owns that Italian restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. She was introducing me to him so I can secure us a Valentine’s Day reservation. You know, for tonight!”

Your mouth drops down into an ‘Oh’ before you quickly shut it. That explains the night of the release, but it doesn’t answer for his behavior this last week or the fact that she was with him Friday night. “Then why lie to me about the mixtape? Why have you been spending so much time with her at work?” Your voice is softer, but the underlying hurt is still evident in your tone. 

“I promised her father to help Areum create some demo tracks in exchange for him squeezing us in for a reservation,” he says, dropping his hands from his face to look at you. He takes in your teary expression, his shoulders deflating slightly as he softens his own town before continuing his response. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. And the pressure to try and get Jimin’s mixtape and her demo done before tonight made me tunnel vision on just that.”

You don’t say anything. You stand there just looking at him as he leans up against your couch, guilt creeping into the pit of your stomach. When you don’t say anything, he takes it as a chance to continue. “I thought I had shown you up until then that I’ve changed. I thought I could trust you to be patient with me. That you’d be more understanding.” He looks away from you at the end of his words, clenching his jaw as he looks down at his feet.

“Wow,” you breathe out, not able to think of anything else to say. You both stand there for a few minutes in silence, neither one of you looking at each other as you take in everything he said. It dawns on you that Namjoon wasn’t in the wrong here. Not really. Things could’ve been handled better by him but the same goes for you. 

Things were going so well. You had lost yourself in the comforting warmth that came with having him back in your life. The bliss and happiness from experiencing his instant change in attention to you and your relationship overshadowing any thoughts of doubt that existed in your mind, practically making them appear nonexistent. You start to wonder if, in the back of your mind, you were trying to look for something he was doing wrong. Your underlying fear of failure jumping into action the moment anything wrong exposed itself. Latching on to your subconscious and leaking negativity and doubt into you like a poison. Knowing it was your fault that the night he had planned for the two of you was ruined, you knew it was up to you to try to fix it. To try and turn it around. And you have a small inkling of just how you could do that.

“I’m sorry, Joonie,” you say to him as you take a step closer, leaning in with your hand on his chest to give him a quick kiss. He turns away from you just slightly, jaw still clenched as you place a small peck on his cheek. You feel terrible, knowing you should have given him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn’t reverting back to his old ways. That he was really trying to prove to you that he changed. You place another kiss on his cheek, following it up with a few quick kisses on his neck that you feel make him shiver. Your lips twitch up into a smile, knowing you’re breaking through his cold demeanor. 

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. A name he loved that you called him, one that you used to your favor to help get you out of trouble. You make your way up to his ear, nibbling on it just slightly before you whisper seductively, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

You feel his body stiffen as you trail your hand down his chest and to the front of his jeans. Your palm barely grazes his growing bulge when he grabs your wrist in his hand, snatching it away from him causing you to back away in surprise. He wraps his other arm around you, his palm pressing at the small of your back to keep you close to him. Your eyes flicker to his and you let out a small gasp as you meet his hooded gaze. The beautiful swirls of cinnamon and honey that paints his irises are gone, disappearing behind a dark, seductive shade of lust. Falling deep into the dark depths of his lustrous gaze, you barely notice the smirk he gives as he leans in towards your ear. 

“Oh, no baby. It seems like someone has forgotten her manners.” The deep timber of his voice sends shivers down your spine, straight to your core. You feel the wetness of your arousal leaking from you and you involuntarily rub your thighs together to try and find some relief as he continues the seductive assault on your ear. “Only good girls get to call me Daddy. Disobedient little brats call me Mr. Kim.” He pulls back just slightly away from you, his dark eyes meeting your gaze once again. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

You cock your head to the side, licking your lips before you give him the most innocent smile. “I am so, so sorry, Mr. Kim.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you. His dark orbs piercing into you as he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “You know,” he sneers, pushing himself off the back of your couch. Still holding on to you as he walks you a few steps backwards. “You’ve been acting like a real brat lately. I guess that’s something about you that will never change, hmm?” 

He lets go of you, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt as he steps away from you, turning to walk around your couch. You take a step forward to follow him, stopping in your tracks when he raises his finger at you. He wags it back and forth, making a tisk noise as he continues his way around the couch. “Nuh-uh. You stay right there until I call for you, brat.” 

The deep, domineering drawl to his voice has your knees weakening. A fresh gush of arousal seeps out of you, pooling in your panties as you continue to rub your thighs together. Still searching for some sort of relief. You know if you were to look right now, you’d bet your underwear would be almost completely soaked. The way the cotton fabric is sticking to your lips a clear indication that your guess is right. 

You watch as Namjoon finishes unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it on but open as he stands staring at you with the couch being the only thing between you. He reaches down, placing his hand on top of his growing bulge. He starts moving his arm back and forth, slowly palming himself as if to taunt you. Teasing you with every slow stroke he takes up and down his long, clothed length. His dark orbs scour your entire body. You feel your body tingle as your skin grows hot from his piercing stare. The feeling of hot flames of lust licking at your every nerve ending as his hungry eyes graze over your body. Slowly tracing every dip and curve of your standing figure. You bite your bottom lip, trying to stifle a needy whine that threatens to escape. The verbal reaction, betraying you, rumbling up your throat and slipping past your lips. His eyes flicker up to the subtle movement. His pupils dilating with want at your feral sound. The tension in the air thickens. Your hand twitches from the need to touch him; your mouth beginning to water from craving his taste. Your legs feel restless, the urge to close the distance between you two cause your knees to gently buckle. The need to wrap your legs around him, to push him deep inside you growing stronger by the second. 

Namjoon cocks his brow at you. Silently daring you to move before he calls for you. Testing your resolve, your patience, as he continues to stroke himself. You knew this game, loved it. It was one you two played many times before in the year you were together. You knew if you behave, play by his rules, there would be a pleasurable payoff for you in the near future. “Good girls get rewarded,” he once purred into your ear. The memory of past earnings sends a shiver down your spine. But with the way he was looking at you, the anger from your argument still fresh on his mind, you know you would have to work for your reward. Your punishment for misbehaving would come first. The idea of receiving a punishment from Namjoon for the first time in months excites you. The walls of your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing with just the thought of what he has planned for you. You would never admit it to him, but sometimes you enjoy the punishment a lot more than the reward. 

Satisfied with your obedience so far, Namjoon smirks at you. Turning his back to you as he sits down on the couch, digging into the bag he threw on to it just moments earlier, taking something out before pushing the bag off the cushion. The bag hits your living room floor, the remaining contents making a noise as they knock together. “Did he bring a bag of toys with him?” you think to yourself. Your thoughts are soon cut off by the sound of him calling out to you, “Come here, baby.” 

Your legs move on instinct, your body just a slave to his voice the moment he ignites your carnal desire. You move slowly around the couch, standing in front of where he sits as he continues to stroke himself through his pants. You don’t sit down, no matter how badly you want to straddle him. The position he’s in is the perfect one for you to be able to grind down onto his member. The command is only to come to him. You know doing anything more before he says will just add on to your punishment. The waking brat in you tells you to do it anyways, but you don’t listen to her. Not yet. 

Namjoon watches you through his hooded gaze, his eyes roaming over your body until they stop at your chest. Your perk nipples visibly straining through the thin fabric of your tank top. He licks his lips, his voice deep and raspy as delivers another command. “Strip, now.”

You do as you’re told, slowly slipping your sweat pants and panties off at the same time. You take your time standing back upright. Kicking your discarded clothing off to the side as you grab the bottom hem of your tank top. Slowly moving it up your torso inch by inch. “Don’t tease, baby,” Namjoon growls, his dark eyes shooting up to yours as your walls clench again from his warning. 

You smile innocently, pulling your tank top up just a little faster. You let the bottom hem catch under your breast, causing your tits to bounce free once you finally lift your tank top over your head, throwing the item up and over Namjoon’s head. You continue to stand, reveling in the way Namjoon devours your curves with his eyes. He meets your gaze once again, taking his hand off his length and placing on the arm of the couch. “On your knees. You understand what to do from there. Right, brat?” He punctuates his words. Eyes never leaving you as you sink to your knees, your hands rushing to free him from the confines of clothing. You grasp the top of his undone pants and boxers. Namjoon lifts his hips just slightly, allowing you to pull his clothes down. His long, thick dick breaking free and slapping against his abdomen. 

Your mouth instantly begins to water again. You forgot how big he was. Your eyes trailing up his impressive length, refamiliarizing yourself with the long veins that decorate his beautiful cock. The large mushroom tip, angrily colored red as drops of precum leak out. The need to taste him intensifies. You waste no time in taking him into your grasp. Your small hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingertips no where near touching due to the absurdity of his thickness. You slowly start pumping him, gathering each drop of precum as you reach the top to help lubricate your hand going back down. Namjoon lets out a humor content, eyes still hooded as he watches you stroke his dick. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you roll your tongue around his tip. You hear his breath hitch, not giving him a chance to catch his breath before you take him into your mouth. You move your head up and down, starting out with shallow bobs as you get accustomed to his length. Taking him in deeper with each pass until you feel his tip graze the back of your throat. 

Being out of practice, you gag slight on reflex the moment you feel him touch the back of your throat. A deep moan rumbles through Namjoons chest as his eyes flutter close. His hand moves to your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail as you start to move faster. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, his hips starting to rut up, matching your pace. His groans motivate you, urging you to take him in deeper, faster. Your throat relaxes as his tip moves past your gag reflex. Namjoon starts guiding you with the hand in your hair, slightly pulling up and pushing down rapidly to quicken his pace. You let him take control, bracing your hands on the couch as your apartment fills with the obscene sounds of Namjoon fucking his dick into your mouth. You feel a messy layer of spit forming around your mouth, mixtures of drool and precum dribbling down your chin as Namjoon continues to pump his length into you. You start to gag again, your lungs burning with the need for air.

Out of nowhere he slams his hips up into you, shoving half his length down your throat. Hand firm on the back of your head to keep you in place. Your eyes start to water. A single tear escaping down your cheek as you close your eyes, concentrating on breathing through your nose to try and catch a much needed breath. You feel Namjoon’s cock twitch deep in your throat. You swallow, the sounds of his appreciating deep groans shooting straight down to your core. Another gush of arousal leaking out of you and you feel it drip down your thigh and on to your floor. Namjoon asks you to do that again through a breathy moan and fulfill his command. Receiving a slurred, “that’s my good girl” as he starts moving your head up and down again. You preen under his praise. His words sparking a fire in you and you take back control of the pace in which you suck his dick. Moving faster and taking him in as deep as you can with each pass. A slew of curses fly past Namjoon’s lips as he clenches your makeshift ponytail tighter.

 “Slow down baby or you’re gunna make me cum. I’m not ready yet,” he moans trying to pull up on hair to take back control. You ignore him, bobbing your head faster before you hear a growl roll through his chest. Namjoon yanking you off his dick by your hair as you let out a whine. “I said slow down, you little brat,” he growls, his chest moving rapidly up and down as he tries to catch his breath. You look up at him, a smirk on your lip as you lick around your mouth, gathering up every drop of his salty taste that still lingers. Before you can swallow, Namjoon reaches for your face. Pulling down the corner of your mouth, causing a pool of your precum mixed spit to dribble back down your chin. “You’re just my filthy little cockwhore, aren’t you?” He chides and you hum in approval. 

He releases your hair and face, leaning back into the couch and taking his length back into his hand again as he passes out another command, “Turn around, come sit on my dick.” His abrasiveness only further turns you on, hopping up off the floor quickly and turning your back to him. He quickly removes the remainder of his clothing. Tossing his pants and shirt over the couch to join your previously thrown top. He grabs your waist with his free hand, guiding you down in his lap as he positions himself at your core. He pauses your descent, rubbing his tip teasingly between your slick lips as he holds you up. You let out another whine, trying to push yourself down onto him as you speak without thinking. “Don’t tease,” you whine. You feel him move his tip away from your entrance, not allowing you a second to try and figure out where he went when you feel a harsh slap land on your pussy. You cry out, the sensation a mixture of pain and pleasure. “You don’t get to give the orders tonight, brat,” he growls into your ear. 

Once again repositioning himself at your lips, resuming his teasing back and forth strokes. You whimper in need, trying so hard to be patient, not wanting to give him anymore reason to lengthen his teasing you. As if he heard your inner plea, he stops his tip right at your entrance, slowly lowering you down onto him. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, eyes closing shut as you feel the slight sting from the stretch of his large size. The hand you braced on the arm of the couch slips, causing you to fall slightly into Namjoon’s lap, taking more of him in. He lets out a deep moan, the vibrations from his chest rumble on your back, causing another wave of arousal to leak from you. Allowing the last few inches of Namjoon’s absurd length to slip in you until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. “Fuck, I’ve missed this tight little cunt,” he groans and you sigh in satisfaction. A small wave of relief flowing through you now that you have him inside you once again. 

A minute passes by as you both sit there not moving; Namjoon’s grip on your waist making it hard for you to move. Your frustration starts creeping up again and you feel your clit pulse with need. You grind down ever so subtly in his lap, trying to create some sort of friction. Your unapproved attempt doesn’t go unnoticed. Namjoon’s hand coming down on you once again, this time the harsh slap landing on your clit. You cry out again, the sting from the slap still lingering but it’s like your body doesn’t even notice, the action only making you grow more wet.

“Impatient little slut,” Namjoon huffs under his breath as he picks up a blue silicone object and slips it on to his finger. He presses a button near the bottom, a faint buzzing sound from the now vibrating silicone ring following shortly after. He presses his covered finger to your clit, still keeping his cock motionless inside of you. You let out a low moan as the low vibrations lick at your little bundle of nerves. Namjoon makes small, slow circles around your swollen bean as he leans your head back with his freehand. He nips at your earlobe. Sweat forming across your brow as he continues his slow circles. A subtle tension forms like a slow coil in your core. The burning need of your growing orgasm, faint but it’s there. It only adds to your frustration, the need to beg for more resting on the tip of your tongue. Namjoon nips at you once more before whispering into your ear, “This little thing has three settings. The more you behave, the higher it will go. Now, are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” 

You nod your head frantically, words escaping you as you try to focus on the low vibrations tickling your clit, trying to find a way to increase the pressure without moving. Namjoon moves the vibrator off you, quickly replacing it with another slap to your clit. You cry out again, your walls clenching around his length causing a low moan to crawl up his chest. Namjoon presses the vibrator back on your clit, still buzzing at the lowest setting. “Use your words, brat,”he commands through clenched teeth. “Now,” he asks again, “are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Kim,” you stammer, your body starting to shake for the need of just more. Namjoon’s free hand trails up your stomach and cups your breast. He takes your hardened nipple between two fingers, rolling it before giving it a pinch. You let out a choked moan as he chuckles in your ear. “That’s my good girl,” he purrs before clicking the button on the vibrator, bumping it up to the mid level as he presses steady circles into your sensitive bean. You can’t control the wanton moans that fall from your lips. Your thighs start shaking in pleasure as the coil in your pit grows tighter, more of your juices leaking onto Namjoon’s cock and down your thighs. You feel your insides start to flutter, the walls of your pussy clenching around his length ever so often. You hear him let out a soft moan each time, his cock twitching inside of you. You lean back against him, arching your back as he keeps up his steady circles on your clit; showing no signs of his finger growing tired. Your head drops back on his shoulder as your eyes flutter shut. You slowly start rolling your hips forward, pushing your clit harder into the vibrator on his hand. The coil in your pit grows tighter, rolling your hips faster as Namjoon kisses your neck. Sucking red welts into your skin as he twirls his fingers faster, pressing the button on the toy and putting it on its highest level. Both of your breaths start to quicken. You feel your impending orgasm right at the precipice of release, all thoughts leaving your head. The only thing barely pulling your focus off chasing your release is Namjoon’s breathy groan in your ear, his velvety baritone pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You gunna cum, baby?” he rasps, meeting each roll of your hips with his own. You nod your head, your mouth falling open as you feel your orgasm creeping up your body. You feel a rumble roll up his chest, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips as you feel his free hand wrap around your throat. “Well. that’s just too damn bad.” 

He rips the vibrator away from you as he stops the roll of his hips. You start to whine in protest only for no noise to slip past your lips from the hand around your throat tightening ever so slightly. You feel his breath on your ear, tears forming at the corner of your eyes from the pain of your orgasm slipping away. “Disobedient whores don’t get to cum,” he bites into your ear, releasing his hand from your throat as he grabs a hold of your waist. You barely regain your breath when he starts fucking up into you ferociously, selfishly chasing his own release. You feel your orgasm rapidly build back up, shutting your eyes as you concentrate on its warmth. You try to force the knot inside of you to snap, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your goal as Namjoon shifts his hips. The tip of his cock at just the right angle to hit repeated strikes to the rough patch inside of you. You can taste your release, Namjoon’s pace and precision bringing you right to the edge before he rips you off of him, falling back onto his stomach. You cry out from the sudden loss, your walls and clit pulsing painfully from the departure of another missed orgasm. Strings of his cum shoot up from his twitching length, coating your legs and stomach with his release.

He loosens the grip on your waist. You slid your body off of him and on to the vacant part of the couch. Your legs still quiver as your back meets the soft cushion. Namjoon looks over at you with hooded eyes, his chest heaving as his cock begins to soften to a semi-hard state. The corner of his lips twitches up into a smirk, causing his dimple to appear just briefly as he moves to crawl on top of you. He hovers over you, his face parallel with yours as he touches your face with his hand, wiping away the tears still clinging to your eyes. “You took your punishment well, baby,” he coos, closing his eyes as he places his forehead against yours, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, catching your lips in a slow, deep kiss. 

You move your lips in tandem. Namjoon lowers himself on to your body, grinding his rehardening cock against your core. He swallows your moans, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. Your movements become more frantic. Namjoon licking into your mouth as he continues to rut into your pelvis, your kissing turning into nothing but tongue and teeth. He pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips as you both come up for air. He sticks his tongue out, cutting the string as he wraps it around his wet appendage. Pulling it back into his mouth, his eyes darken with lust once more as he peers down at you. “Open,” he commands through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes widen slightly, sparkling with anticipation as you open your mouth wide. You stick your tongue out, waiting patiently for whatever he has to give you. After a quick suck in of his cheeks, he forms a ball of spit from his lips, pushing it out with his tongue. It’s slow in its descent down to you. It lands perfectly on your tongue and you quickly pull it into your mouth, swallowing it down before sticking your tongue back as if asking him for more. His eyes light up with mirth, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips, trailing more quick kisses down your neck and to your chest. He kisses each of your nipples before settling on one, rolling his tongue around the hardened bud before lightly sucking. You arch into him, his face being smothered by your ample bosom as he continues to suck. 

Sneaking his hand down in between you, he cups your heat. Tracing the outsides of your nether lips as you let out a light gasp. You ground down into his hand, silently begging for him to give your more. Your walls and clit are still throbbing, aching for the not one, but two denied orgasms. He releases your nipple with a pop, briefly grazing his teeth across the surface as he peers up at you. “Tell me what you want, baby.” 

“Please let me cum, Daddy,” you whine, your tone embarrassingly high from need. You don’t have to wait long for him to answer your plea. He gathers your neverending leaking arousal on two fingers. Slipping both inside of you at once, easily able to reach knuckle deep due to your level of wetness. He pumps them in and out of you slowly, taking your other nipple into his mouth as he starts to pick up his speed. It’s not long before the knot beings to reform inside of you, your hips starting to match his pace as you fuck yourself onto his fingers. You let out another whine as he bites on your nipple, taking the opportunity to also slip a third finger into your pussy. He pumps them into you faster, curling them ever so often as he finds the sensitive spot inside of you. Your thighs start to quiver as your toes curl as you reach the edge of your release. Your inner walls begin to flutter, warning Namjoon of your impending orgasm. He curls his fingers again, the well timed graze across your rough patch is enough to snap the knot inside of you. Namjoon’s name falls from your lips like a mantra. Your orgasm washes over you in waves as he slightly lessens his pace, helping you ride out your pleasure as long as possible.

At the first sign of you coming down for your high, Namjoon releases your nipple. He resumes his previous pace with his fingers, quickly moving further down your body and taking your swollen clit between his lips. Your hands shoot down into his hair as he begins to suck. You pull at him, overstimulation causing your body to react on it’s own and try to push him away. He releases your clit, leaning up just far enough to land another slap on your pussy. Another choked cry escaping from your throat. “Behave,” he snaps. The one word the only thing he says to you before taking your bud back into his mouth. Feeling your walls begin to tighten again, he fucks into you faster. He curls his fingers with every thrust into you, flicking his tongue against your bud between different pressured sucks. An unearthly screech rumbles up your throat as your second orgasm hits you fast, harder than the one you experienced just a few moments before. Your gushing release forces Namjoon’s hands out from inside of you. Your juices splashing onto his chest as he releases your clit, moving down just a little lower to your clenching hole. You let out a moan as he runs his tongue between your lips. Obscene slurping sounds ringing throughout your living room as he laps up your juices, drinking down every drop like a man starved. 

Oversensitivity kicks in again. You push at his head, your body barely able to put any force behind it as it still tries to recover from the back to back bliss. Namjoon releases you from his mouth, chuckling at you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Evidence of your release still dripping from his chin as he moves back up your body to kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, wrapping the muscle around your’s, painting it with the leftovers of your release. The taste of your arousal re energizes you, sucking his tongue between your lips to taste yourself even more. Still kissing you, Namjoon maneuvers your legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss, murmuring for you to hold on. He stands up off the couch, lifting you up at the same time. You let out a playful squeal as you throw your hands around your neck to keep you from falling. His hands are under your ass as he carries you towards the hallway leading to your bedroom. He kisses you as he walks, his hand groping your ass as he balances you with each step. His cock, nestled between your pussy and his abdomen, twitches with arousal from your continued moans.

He barely makes it to your closed bedroom door before pushing you up against it. You use the hard surface to support yourself, leaning back into as you grind your core on Namjoon’s cock. Your slick lips coating his length with your arousal as he ruts up into you, matching your movement. He leans in for a kiss and you catch him off guard. Catching his plump bottom lip between your teeth, biting it every so softly as you suck on it. Namjoon letting out a choked moan as you let it go. He pushes you further into the door, using the extra support to allow himself to position his dick at your entrance. “You think you can cum for me one more time, baby?” He asks you through a smirk, his slightly taunting tone poking at your inner brat, coaxing her to come out and finally play.

“Of course I do,” you state cockily. “The real question is can you make me cum one more time. Baby.” Namjoon lets out a deep growl and you feel the vibrations shoot straight to your cunt. Mixtures of adrenaline and excitement burning inside you as anger sparks like a flame in Namjoon’s eyes. He slams his thick rod to the hilt inside you. You let out a strangled moan from the sudden intrusion. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders as he pushes off your door. He starts fucking up into you. Gravity brings you down harder on him as he bounces you on his cock. 

“Next time, I’m gagging the little bratty mouth of yours,” he growls. He makes a quick grab for the doorknob, opening the door and stumbling into your room and towards your bed.

Namjoon is still speared inside you as he drops you both onto your bed, scooting you up the mattress until your head meets your pillow. He grabs you under your knee, lifting it up and into your chest, allowing him to fuck into you at a deeper, more delectable angle. “This pussy was fucking made for me,” he grunts. Sweat coloring his brow as he continues plowing into you. His balls slapping your ass each time he drives himself to the hilt inside of you. Your hands grasp at the sheets, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm growing once again. Wanton moans fall from your lips with every delicious stroke of his cock against your velvety walls. Your pussy is still sensitive from your previous two orgasms, slight oversensitivity kicking in but it only heightens the pleasure. You open your eyes, your lids fluttering from the pleasure as you blink to focus your vision on Namjoon. The street light peeking through the window falls on his face, allowing you to see him, eyes closed with his mouth dropped open, losing himself in the pleasure that is you. As if he feels your stare, he opens his eyes and peers down at you. His pupils are blown with lust yet his gaze brims with so much love and adoration as he continues to stare at you, causing a warm comfort of matching affection to start to bloom in your chest.

Dropping your knee, he slows his thrust. Changing to grinding deep into you as he moves his hands to cup your face. Kissing you deeply, he rests his forehead on yours again, speaking to you softly between labored breaths. “You know you’re the only one I want like this. Or like anything. I only want you.”

Your lips spread wide in a smile, your hands release their grip on the bed sheets, moving to the back of his head. You bring him in for another kiss before returning his sentiment. “I feel the same way, Joonie,” you huff out softly. “Now fuck me.”

Namjoon’s lips break into a quick smirk before pressing a rough kiss into yours. He pushes himself back up. A hand on your waist and his other pushed up against your head board as he starts deeply thrusting into you at an unrelenting pace. Your hands claw at his back as you arch up into him. The sensation of him striking your g-spot quickly brings another orgasm into fruition. A delicious warmth pooling in your core as you feel his movements start to stutter. “I’m close, baby,” he confesses through gritted teeth. His voice is strained as he tries to hold on just a bit longer to his release. Breathy whines asking him to ‘Don’t stop’ the only thing you're able to say in response as you creep closer and closer to the edge. He moves his hand on your waist between you, finding your clit with his thumb and rubbing it in quick circles. “Come with me, baby.” He only lasts a few more pumps into you before he’s driving into you deep, tip pressed firmly into your rough patch as he loses himself to his release. You’re quick to follow him, that last thrust the last push you need to send you over the edge. His seed spilling into you in never ending spurts, filling you up to the brim as your pussy clenches around him. He collapses on top of you, the rhythmic pulses of your walls continuing to milk him for all he’s worth, soaking up every last drop of his release.

You both lie there, chests moving rapidly up and down as you both try to catch your breaths. Namjoon's softening cock still nestled inside of you as you lightly trail your fingers up his spine. After a few minutes, he leans up, pulling himself out of you as you both wince from the loss. The mixture of your combined release starts to slowly leak out of you, dripping onto your bedsheets. He rolls to lay beside you, sliding his arm under your shoulders to pull you into him. The stickiness of your skin from your labored sweat feeling slightly uncomfortable on his, but you don’t care. Still wrapping your arms around him, your head on his chest as he rests his chin on you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that. Or lied about why I was staying late. I just really wanted to surprise you and I’m terrible at keeping secrets,” he says, nuzzling his face into your hair as you scoot in closer to him.

“I know, Joonie. And I’m sorry, too. I should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt. I promised to be more understanding and I didn’t do that.” He loosens his hold on you, allowing you to lie back on the bed, still facing him.

“Then let’s start over. Try working on things again. This time, as boyfriend and girlfriend,” he asks, smiling down at you as you smile back at him. Propping up on an elbow, you raise your head up and catch his lips in a deep kiss. His smile while kissing you back lets you know that this was an acceptable enough answer. Breaking apart, you lay back down as he moves to trail kisses across your shoulder. “I brought a whole bag of things to use on you, and I barely got to dive into it. Just another thing that didn’t really go as planned,” he says with a sigh, propping his head on his hand as he looks down on you. You glance at the clock on your bedside table before turning back to Namjoon. “The night’s still young,” you purr, trailing one of your fingers down his chest. “How about you spend the night, and I’ll let you use the whole bag on me twice.” 

Namjoon grins wide, mischief coloring his eyes as he maneuvers himself back on top of you. “Deal.”

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[ughseoks]

the art of pretend | jhs + ksj

PAIRING; hoseok x seokjin (2seok)

GENRE/AU; fluff, humor

RATING: 18+

WORD COUNT; 4.7k

WARNINGS; swearing, innuendos, a Smidge of angst, overall stupidity, secondhand embarrassment probably

SUMMARY; An AU in which Hoseok is embarrassingly bad at first dates and Seokjin takes it upon himself to fix it. 

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Jung Hoseok is horrible at first dates.

Seokjin likes to joke that the unfortunate souls his friend corrals into going on dates with him are his victims, but that joke usually results in a pouting Hoseok, so he keeps it to himself when he hears the all-too-familiar sound of his friend entering their shared apartment with a loud sigh.

“How’d it go tonight?” Seokjin calls out after a moment of silence. The only answer he gets is an alarmingly loud groan from the entryway, the sound followed by a pair of heavy footsteps shuffling their way toward the kitchen.

Hoseok appears around the corner only a few moments later, a pained expression tugging at his features as he collapses into the chair across the table from Seokjin with a huff. “Bad.”

“I don’t understand how you managed to fuck this one up,” Seokjin sighs in exasperation. “Literally everyone gets along with Namjoon. He’s, like, the nicest person on the planet. What did you even do?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Hoseok defends, pointing an accusing finger at Seokjin. “I’m offended that your first instinct is to blame me. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I was the one who rejected him?”

Seokjin levels him with a cool stare. Hoseok drops his gaze to the table before mumbling, “I accidentally set my sleeve on fire.”

“Jesus,” Seokjin groans, “Hobi, how the hell do you manage these things? What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, okay!” Hoseok cries out, “It’s not my fault that they put a candle right next to the basket of breadsticks! What kind of restaurant uses real candles anyway? This is the 21st century! Fake candles exist for a reason, you know!”

Seokjin sighs. “This is the last time I ever set you up on a date.”

“Aw, come on,” Hoseok pouts, “That’s not fair. I promise I won’t fuck up the next one; I think I’ve got the hang of dating now. Really!”

“Hobi, I literally have nobody else to offer. You’ve run through my entire collection of single acquaintances in the span of a few months.”

Hoseok blinks. “What? No way. You have to have at least one more single friend. You know, like, everyone.”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “Hoseok, you have a problem. It’s time to accept it.” He pauses. “But I think I have an idea on how to fix it.”

“No, no, I know what you’re thinking,” Hoseok interrupts. “I wear an earpiece. You sit at a table nearby, you speak into a mic, you tell me what to say on the date. It’s a great idea, Jin, but let me tell you something—it never works. Taehyung and I tried that a year or two ago and it didn’t end well.” He pauses. “At least, I don’t think it did. I’m not sure. I think my brain blocked out that memory for my own mental stability.”

“That’s…” Seokjin trails off before shaking his head. “Nevermind. My plan was for us to go on a few practice dates together so I could train you to be less nervous on your real dates.”

“Oh.” Hoseok’s face lights up. “That’s a way better idea! Good thinking, dude.”

“Please never call me dude again.”

“Would you prefer if I called you daddy?”

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. “Get out.”

“You can’t kick me out of our apartment,” Hoseok pouts, “I live here too, you know.”

“I reserve the right to kick you out when you’re acting like an idiot. It’s stated in section thirty-five of our friendship contract.”

Hoseok curses under his breath. “I knew I never should’ve signed that thing.”

“Well, you did. And you’re gonna have to live with the consequences if you do stupid things like calling me daddy when all I’m trying to do is help you out.”

“Alright, alright,” Hoseok frowns, “I’m sorry.” He pauses. “But you have to admit, it does kind of suit you—”

Seokjin groans. “Fucking hell.”

Their first date happens about a week later. Hoseok shows up at Seokjin’s doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, which isn’t saying much, because they already live together—but he thinks it’s the thought that counts.

“Will you hold my hand over the console?” Hoseok asks with twinkling eyes as he grins at Seokjin from the passenger seat.

“No,” Seokjin deadpans. “I don’t hold hands on the first date.”

“But this is a fake first date,” Hoseok pushes, giving his friend the biggest puppy-dog eyes he can muster. “Surely you can break a few rules here and there.”

“Hoseok, the very fact that this date is fake is only more reason for me to reject your hand-holding offer. I’m not in the business of sharing cooties with friends.”

Hoseok slides down in his seat with an irritated grumble. If Seokjin doesn’t want to hold his hand, that’s totally fine. He’s okay with that. He doesn’t mind at all.

Noticing the dark cloud that seems to have materialized over his friend’s head, Seokjin relents with an exasperated sigh, flopping his hand palm-up over the console in an offer to Hoseok. “Fine. But if I crash this car, I’m blaming it on you.”

Hoseok grins from ear to ear as he excitedly threads his fingers with Seokjin’s. He tries not to think too hard about how perfectly they fit together.

The evening has been… a struggle, to say the least. Hoseok managed to knock his chair over when they were being seated, which would have been fine, except when he tried to pick it up, he ended up tripping over the legs and falling face-first into the aisle beside their table.

Seokjin had been hopeful that the chair debacle would be the most eventful happening of the evening, but that hope had been squashed when Hoseok knocked over a vase of flowers with his elbow during an attempt to pull out a stack of notecards from his pocket. The water had gone everywhere—including his notecards—and the waitress had given Seokjin a pitiful look as she swept up the broken glass that decorated the floor.

(The stack of notecards was mostly blank, Seokjin eventually discovered. The ones that did have writing on them had subjects like ‘windmills’, ‘circuit boards’, and ‘wyoming’ scrawled in messy loops across the front. When Seokjin gave Hoseok a questioning look, he’d explained that they were possible topics of conversation, in case he ran out of things to say.)

And now, half an hour later, Hoseok is finishing up a very long and very boring speech about elephants, looking at Seokjin expectantly as the latter sits in stunned silence.

“Wow. That was… a very thorough explanation of the stages of elephant pregnancy.”

“Thank you,” Hoseok beams. “I did lots of research. Now, onto the history of the zipper—”

“Okay, you know what?” Seokjin interrupts his friend with a tight smile, “Just… ask me a question about myself. Try to get to know me.”

“Okay,” Hoseok nods, tossing the stack of notebook cards over his shoulder haphazardly. “Okay, I can do that. Easy.” He blinks. “Uh…. I…” He stares blankly for a few seconds before dropping his head into his hands, voice muffled as he mumbles dejectedly, “God, I can’t think of anything to ask you. My mind is blank. Where are my notecards?”

“Just—Just ask me the first thing that comes to mind,” Seokjin encourages with only a hint of exasperation, grabbing Hoseok’s attention before he can reach for the soggy lump of paper sitting on the corner of the table.

Hoseok lifts his head, staring blankly for a moment before his face lights up and he blurts out, “How big is it?”

Seokjin sighs. “Really?”

“Oh my god,” Hoseok wails, “This is hopeless.”

“It’s not hopeless,” Seokjin tries to comfort with a furrowed brow. “You just… need to learn how to calm down. That’s all.”

“It’s not like I’m trying to be a nervous wreck,” Hoseok laments, sullenly snacking on a breadstick. “I just… I get so nervous, you know? My mind starts to run through all the things that could possibly go wrong and I get so desperate trying not to do or say the wrong thing that I forget what the right thing is.”

Seokjin sighs, giving his friend a sympathetic look. “Try not to get too down about it, alright? We still have all the time in the world to go on these practice dates to help you get to the bottom of whatever this problem is. It’ll all work out okay, I promise.”

Hoseok perks up a bit at that. “Thank you, Jin,” he thanks, glancing between the elder and the breadstick in his hands for a few moments before tearing it in half and offering a piece to him with a big, goofy smile.

Seokjin takes it with twinkling eyes. It’s kind of pathetic, really, that as much as he teases Hoseok, there’s absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do to keep that heart-shaped smile on his face.

Seokjin takes a different approach on his second fake date with Hoseok.

After the disastrous first date, the elder had been left wracking his brain for reasons why Hoseok is the way he is. It’s a bit of an ambiguous question, and many people would simply shrug it off as Hoseok being more nervous in social situations than most—but Seokjin knew that there was something else at play.

Hoseok is a well-liked guy. So well-liked, in fact, that when Seokjin is out perusing the town with his best-friend-slash-roommate, he finds that they’re stopped at least twice a day by complete strangers on the street because of him. Granted, the strangers aren’t quite strangers to Hoseok—they’re usually acquaintances he met at the gym, the coffee shop or even the zoo—but the point is that Seokjin doesn’t think there’s a single living thing on this planet that Hoseok isn’t friends with.

Even their houseplants prefer the younger of the two. (Hoseok vehemently denies this, but Seokjin knows it’s true. He thinks it’s because they’re attracted to the sunshine that Hoseok seems to emit every time he flashes his heart-shaped smile their way.)

The point is that Hoseok is most definitely not a nervous person, at least when it comes to platonic human interaction. The younger man is bright and loud and happy all at once, his cheery aura serving as a welcoming beacon to everyone that crosses his path. He has the largest circle of friends Seokjin has ever witnessed, and he’s even been involved in a few long-term relationships over the years.

So why can’t Hoseok seem to just act normal on first dates?

After another conversation with the man himself and a bit of reflecting on their disastrous first date, Seokjin deduced that he still had absolutely no idea what was going on inside Hoseok’s brain. However, he did manage to come up with a new plan for their second date—one that Hoseok was most definitely going to hate.

Exposure therapy.

Of course, Seokjin wasn’t going to tell Hoseok about his plan before he enacted it. That would defeat the point of it all. So, when Hoseok shows up two minutes late to their fake date with a worried expression and a mouthful of apologies, Seokjin levels him with a disinterested stare.

“You’re late.”

Hoseok’s hair is sticking every which way, a few of the sandy-colored strands plastered to his forehead. His fancy dress shirt is one button off from being correctly centered, and his pants are a bit rumpled up from something, the crinkles standing out starkly against the dark material.

“I’m so sorry,” Hoseok apologizes profusely, eyes shining with genuine guilt as he takes a nervous seat across from Seokjin. “I, uh, had to… take my... niece... to.... badminton practice?"

Seokjin hums. “How lovely. Tell me, Hoseok—what’s your niece’s name?”

"Um......... Fuckson? No, no, that's not right... Chlorissa? Torple? America?" Hoseok gulps. Shakes his head. "That—that was a lie. I don't have a niece. Is it hot in here, or is that just me?" He loosens his already uneven tie, glancing nervously towards the bathrooms behind him. "I've gotta use the... the whiz palace. You know. That place. Where you go do your business. Yeah."

Before Seokjin can say another word, Hoseok is tripping out of his chair and making a mad dash for the restrooms, stumbling all the way there. Seokjin winces when his friend takes an accidental turn into the women's restroom rather than the men's, waiting for the accompanying shriek that usually comes alongside Hoseok's all-too-common accidents.

But instead of a terrified scream, Seokjin is met with the face of a nervous Hoseok peeking out of the doorway, his eyes wide and frantic as he makes eye contact with his fake date across the restaurant.

"Bathroom!" Hoseok shouts, ignoring the stares of the other patrons in the room. "It's called a bathroom! Hah!"

Seokjin throws the staff an apologetic smile before dropping his head onto the table dramatically. They have long, long ways to go.

“Hoseok is…. in worse shape than I thought,” Seokjin admits quietly, glancing over his shoulder when he hears the sound of familiar laughter echoing from the table a few feet behind him. Hoseok is sitting by himself, laughing at… nothing. Seokjin turns back to the bartender, a close friend named Jimin, with a look of disbelief. “Is he practice laughing?”

“Maybe you should take a different approach?” Jimin muses, eyes sparkling as he glances at Hoseok over Jin’s shoulder. “Try showing him what a bad date would feel like so he doesn’t psych himself out anymore?”

“I already did that,” Seokjin groans, “I don’t know what else to try. Seriously. He just… ran off to the bathroom. After lying about having a niece.”

Jimin hums. “Maybe try laying it on a bit thicker. You’re still being too nice; you’ve gotta channel your inner asshole. Think about all the shitty dates you’ve been on in your past.”

“Isn’t that a bit mean, though?” Seokjin asks. “I’ve been on some pretty bad dates; I don’t want to traumatize him.”

“Hoseok isn’t made of glass, Jin,” Jimin smiles. “He’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, he knows how much you care about him. He’s not gonna take anything you say or do to heart.”

Seokjin sighs in resignation. “You’re right.” He glances over at his friend once more. “I guess I should get back to him before he breaks anything else. Or has another conversation with an imaginary date.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Jimin grins cheekily, “Have fun bullying your fake date!’

Seokjin flips him off before making his way back to the table, already in character when Hoseok greets him with a warm smile and bright eyes. He finds it hard not to immediately melt at the sight—not for any reason in particular; Hoseok just has that effect on people—and when he takes his seat across from the younger man, Seokjin has to push down the urge to smile back.

“What did Jiminie have to say?” Hoseok asks cheerily, fingertips drumming nervously against the tablecloth. Seokjin ignores the question and reaches over to take a french fry off of Hoseok’s plate. The younger man blinks at him in confusion, the ever-present smile on his face slipping slightly. “Jin? Is everything al—”

“So,” Seokjin interrupts loudly and leans over to snatch another fry from Hoseok’s plate, still chewing on the first one he stole as he speaks. “How do you feel about sex on the first date?”

“Uhh…” Hoseok trails off uncomfortably, shifting a bit in his seat. “I’m sorry, w-what?”

Seokjin pauses in his chewing and stares at Hoseok silently for a few seconds before swallowing dramatically, eyebrows raised in slight annoyance. “I said,” he drawls, “How do you feel about sex on the first date? I need to know if tonight is gonna be worth my time.”

“That… that’s....” Hoseok murmurs in disbelief, “Um. Wow. Okay then.”

A few beats of silence pass, the two men staring at each other uncomfortably until Seokjin breaks the silence. “Another important question. How do you feel about full moons? I love them. Personally, I feel really connected to wolves. I’m pretty sure I was a wolf in my past life, actually.”

“Wolves are… cool, I guess?” Hoseok agrees, the end of his sentence twisting to sound more like a question than a response. “They look fluffy.”

“Fluffy?” Seokjin splutters, “You’re kidding me. They’re ruthless killing machines, Hongjoong. The epitome of what an alpha male should be. I was definitely an alpha wolf in my past life.”

“Hongjoong?” Hoseok asks, pointedly ignoring whatever the hell else Seokjin just said.

“Oh. My bad. I have a date with my boyfriend later tonight—his name is Hongjoong—and I got your names kinda mixed up.” He pauses. “Wait, what’s your name again?”

“Hoseok,” he grits out.

“Ohhh,” Seokjin grins lazily, “I remember now! You’re the dude with the flat ass. Your profile said you were a dancer, though, so I thought there was a good chance you’re good in bed. We all have to make sacrifices, I guess. You get it, right?”

Hoseok’s jaw drops to the floor. It’s going to be a long, long night.

“I can’t believe you’d say that, Seokjin,” Hoseok murmurs, his eyes widened in disbelief. “That dog was my best friend, it crushed me when we had to let him go—”

“Brring brring,” Seokjin interrupts, holding up his phone before pretending to talk to someone on the other end of the line. “Oh, hey Hongjoong. Yeah. No, I’m not busy. Just on a date with the flat ass guy I told you about.” He’s silent for a few moments, never once breaking eye contact with Hoseok as he speaks into the receiver. “Yeah. Hold on, I’ll ask him.” He covers the receiver with the palm of his hand. ��Hey, wanna watch a porno with me and my boyfriend tonight?”

Hoseok sits there in shocked silence for a few moments before a line of anger creases his brow, eyes narrowed in irritation as he sends a disgusted scowl Seokjin’s way. “No, Seokjin, because you’re disgusting. I am disgusted.”

Seokjin stares blankly for a few seconds. “So, it’s definitely a no?”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so horrible!” Hoseok raises his voice, gesturing wildly as he groans in frustration. “We’re just two people trying to go on a date. It’s supposed to be fun!”

“You’re right,” Seokjin grins, placing his phone down on the table. “It is just a date. Well done, my friend.”

Hoseok tilts his head, brow furrowing in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” he explains, “But now you see that even if everything goes wrong, you’ll survive. Dates are meant to be fun, Hoseok—there’s no need to put so much pressure on yourself.”

“Oh.” Hoseok blinks. “Ohhh,” a grin begins to stretch across his face as he leans back in his chair, “I see what you did there, you sneaky, sneaky smurf.”

Seokjin shakes his head, watching with a small smile as Hoseok immediately delves into his opinion on the newest Scooby-Doo live action movie. Some things never change, he thinks to himself, unable to keep the wave of fondness that washes over him at bay.

It’s on the third date that Seokjin realizes he loves Hoseok.

Now, in a normal situation, Seokjin would agree that the third date is a bit soon to be making such powerful declarations. But this isn’t a normal situation, and Seokjin is pretty sure that he’s actually been in love with his best friend for a long, long time.

He isn’t sure why it took him so long to figure it out, nor does he know why the sight of Hoseok laughing at a joke he made while sipping on a strawberry milkshake is The Moment™ that the realization dawned upon him—but that doesn’t matter; not really. Because Hoseok is smiling at him with crinkles by his eyes and dimples on full display and he thinks his heart is about to beat clear out of his chest.

Seokjin isn’t an absolute disaster on first dates like his friend tends to be, but he hasn’t had a long term relationship since moving in with Hoseok two years ago, either. He never really took the time to think about why that is—he always assumed he just hadn’t found “the one” yet—but looking at it in hindsight, it’s because nobody compared to Hoseok. Nobody compares to him now, sitting across the booth from Seokjin with his twinkling eyes and excited hand gestures.

Hoseok is doing far better than he did on their past two dates. Seokjin managed to convince him to leave the notecards with topics of conversation on them at their apartment, and while Hoseok was nervous that he’d run out of things to discuss without them by his side, he soon realized he had nothing to worry about.

He had nothing to worry about, because Seokjin is completely and utterly enamored by every little thing that Hoseok says, clinging to the words that fall from his lips no matter how silly they might be. Because Hoseok’s words have a warmth to them; they’re instilled with pure joy, spoken with a bright smile and sprinkled with love.

“Jin?” Hoseok’s voice breaks Seokjin out of his thoughts. He’s waving his hand haphazardly in front of his face, peppering in a snap of his fingers every so often for added effect. “Anyone home?”

“Cut it out.” Seokjin bats away Hoseok’s hands, fighting the smile creeping onto his face.

Hoseok pouts. “You weren’t paying attention to me.”

If only you knew, Seokjin thinks to himself. Instead, he says: “You haven’t done anything yet to grab my attention. By now, you’ve usually broken at least one inanimate object and offended at least two workers.”

“That means I’ve improved!” Hoseok points out with a grin, chomping down excitedly on a curly fry dipped in ranch. “I think I’m just about ready for a real date, Jin.”

Seokjin freezes. “You are,” he agrees slowly, trying to fight the sinking feeling in his chest.

“You know, there’s this cute boy who gave me his number the other day at the ice cream shop,” Hoseok babbles mindlessly as he scrolls through his contacts, “I could shoot him a text. He seemed nice enough, and it’d be a great way to test my improvement out in the real world, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin murmurs as he fidgets with the strings on his hoodie. “Yes. That sounds great, Hobi.”

The fake date carries on like normal. Seokjin rolls his eyes at Hoseok’s antics one too many times, and the younger man laughs a little too enthusiastically at his cheesy puns and dad jokes. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for their fake dates—except this time, Seokjin finds himself wishing it was real.

It’s been a long time since Seokjin has allowed himself to sulk, but he’s pretty sure that being hit with the realization that he’s in love with his best-friend-slash-roommate and knowing that his feelings aren’t returned are good enough reasons to dig into his emergency stash of ice cream.

Hoseok is out on a date tonight. A date that isn’t with Seokjin. He left about fifteen minutes ago, Sekojin notes as he glances at his watch in dismay. He’s probably out cracking jokes and knocking over chairs and breaking water glasses and embarrassing himself—all with a stranger.

Not Seokjin.

Never Seokjin; at least, never again.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of knuckles rapping clumsily at his front door. He sets his ice cream down on the coffee table with a huff, because he has a sinking feeling that his perfectly valid plans for a lonely night filled with self-pity are about to be interrupted. He just wants to eat his ice cream in peace, dammit—not to mention he hasn’t even had time to be sad about Hoseok’s date yet.

But when Seokjin opens the door to see Hoseok standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers, his heart can’t help but tremble.

“Hobi. This is literally our apartment, you don’t have to knock.”

Hoseok winks. “I know.”

“Did you forget your keys or something?” Seokjin asks, the hint of exhaustion tinging the edge of his words suddenly fading away to make room for confusion when the smattering of pink, yellow and white flowers in Hoseok’s arms suddenly registers in his mind. “Wait, why do you have flowers? I thought you were meeting that boy from the ice cream shop? Oh my god, did you already run him off, that has to be a new record for you—”

“I’m the one who called off the date,” Hoseok interrupts, his grin never fading as Seokjin continues to look at him with growing uncertainty.

“What? I thought you liked him?”

Hoseok shrugs. “I went to buy him flowers before we met up, but I realized that I didn’t really want to be buying flowers for him after all.”

“I… don’t think I’m quite following what you’re saying, Hobi,” Seokjin drawls, eyes wide and brows raised. “You called off the date because you didn’t feel like buying flowers?”

“I called off the date because I realized that I wanted to be buying flowers for you, not the cute ice cream guy,” Hoseok says cheerily, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “I wanted to be buying a bouquet of flowers for you. I wanted to be meeting you at that restaurant, for a real, actual date.”

Seokjin blinks. Hoseok carries on.

“You see, I was looking at all the different colored roses and I thought ‘Hey, these colors remind me of Seokjin’, and then it hit me that I’m kind of in love with you. Like, really in love with you. Head over heels. Absolutely bonkers. Unbelievably enamored, if you will. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you have really kissable lips? They’re, like, super soft and shiny and pretty. I really wanna kiss them. Can I? Is that too forward of me?”

Hoseok finally halts his rambling of words with an excited grin, completely oblivious to the way Seokjin stands flabbergasted just a few feet in front of him. His chest feels warm and fuzzy and he doesn’t think twice before reaching out and pulling Hoseok into a kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated and their teeth accidentally clash when Hoseok makes a loud noise of surprise, but it’s perfect, their bodies fitting together like two missing puzzle pieces as they sink into each other’s embrace.

And when Seokjin finally pulls away after an indiscernible amount of time, he finds that the only words he can manage to say are, “That was the least romantic confession I’ve ever heard.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok grins, not actually sorry at all. “Does this mean that you like me back, though?”

Seokjin throws him an incredulous look. “I literally just made out with you in our front doorway. Where all the neighbors can see us.”

“Bros kiss all the time, my dude. I just wanted to make sure that was an ‘i’m-in-love-with-you’ kiss, not an ‘i-know-we’re-bros-and-all-but-i-kinda-wanna-kiss-you-because-you’re-hot’ kiss.”

“Why would it ever be the second option?” Seokjin asks, dumbfounded. “Wait—which of your ‘bros’ have you been kissing? Why didn’t I ever know about this?”

“Jungkook. Only when we’re drunk, though.”

“Oh my god,” Seokjin groans, “Is that where the two of you would run off to every time we went to a house party together?”

Hoseok snickers. “Maybe.”

“I did not need to know that. Please, take it back. Wipe my memory away with one of those little Apple TV remotes from Men In Black.”

“Don’t worry, Jin,” Hoseok laughs, leaning forward to press a light kiss to his lips. “You’re the only person I wanna sneak off with now. Besides, Jungkook has his eyes on Taehyung these days.”

“Whatever,” Seokjin grumbles in a voice that the both of them know isn’t truly bothered. “And to be clear, that kiss earlier was actually a ‘you’re-an-idiot-but-for-some-reason-i-love-you-too kiss. Now get back over here and let me kiss you again.”

//

Seokjin and Hoseok’s dates still manage to end in disaster more often than not. But Hoseok always reacts with an embarrassed giggle and a smile on his face, and Seokjin wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

A/N; yes i’m alive. sorry 😳

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[ppersonna]

cherry flavored - pjm | teaser

written for be my bangtanvine collab , lead by the illustrious @kimtaehyunq​ (mywifee) and full of incredible writers who im so excited to work with.

i hope you enjoy this teaser and the cameo appearances by some special ladies ;)))

coming february 8th

“I came into work this morning and found a rose on my desk with a note,” you explain, pulling the note out of your purse. “And some cherry candies.”

Viola quickly grabs the note and looks it over while Yuna leans into her for a better look.

“Does it say from who?” Ana asks, curiously trying to peek over the note.

Viola shakes her head and hands it over to Ana to examine for herself.

“It just says ‘from your secret admirer’”, you lament. “I can’t figure out the handwriting! It's so pretty!”

“Damn, they’re good,” Ana states as she snacks on her lunch and reads through the note. “‘Do you think about me as much as I think about you?’ Wow, this man is sprung.”

“Clearly it’s someone who knows about your obsession with cherry candy,” Viola muses.

Yuna laughs and takes a bite of her lunch. 

“Honestly, Viola—at this point, the entire western hemisphere knows about that.”

“Hey,” you huff. “That’s not true.”

It is true. You keep a fully stocked jar of cherry flavored hard candies on your desk. So what? You’re human, aren’t you allowed one (or more) vice(s)?

Ever the detective, Viola presses you for more. “Has anyone acted differently towards you?” 

Thoughtfully, you muse over any change in behavior. It’s definitely someone you work with. No one else would know where your desk is. 

“Hm,” you think aloud. “Hoseok stopped to talk to me for like, five extra seconds this morning when I made coffee. Do you think it could be him?”

Ana nearly spits out her drink.

“It better not fucking be!” 

All three turn to look at her curiously.

“I mean, I--,” she tries to backpedal her outburst but falls short. “I just want that guy so bad. Please, let me have him.”

You can’t help but laugh as you wrap an arm around Ana.

“Don’t worry. I like Hoseok but not like that.”

“Plus, the eyes he makes at you tell me he wants you too,” Viola quips. 

Yuna stares at Viola for a moment, unblinking. “The way you know everything is actually terrifying sometimes.”

Viola simply smiles knowingly, then turns her gaze back to you. “So tell us, who do you want it to be?”

The nervous, blooming color on your cheeks gives you away.

“Ah, umm—I don’t know,” you murmur.

Your best friends eye you, all fully aware you definitely know who you want it to be.

“So you definitely wouldn’t care if it was from Jimin--,” Viola starts, but you’re quick to shush her as the blush on your face deepens.

“Viola! Not so loud!”

Yuna laughs and pats your hand. “It’s cute how you think you’re good at hiding anything from us.”

“Okay, maybe I have a crush on Jimin,” you whisper his name extra softly. “But he does not see me that way. He’s one of my best friends! He comes over to make me dinner once a week because he thinks I’ll set fire to my apartment if he doesn’t. He thinks I’m totally inept.”

Viola smiles her omniscient pearly-white smile. “Yes, a man who willingly gives up four hours a week to cook for a woman definitely has no ulterior motives. You’re right—silly me.”

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Cherry Topper [KSJ]

Cherry Topper [Seokjin x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Friends to Lovers | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: TA!seokjin, a handful of bickering, pining, valentine’s day themed, dom!seokjin, oral (m&f), food-play, unprotected sex, spanking, candy themes, etc,  ⟶ WC: 17.6k ⟶ Summary: Seokjin is a chaotically fun-loving guy who works long and hard hours at his successful, family owned candy store named Kim’s Sweet’s Shop, located on the corner of Cherry Lane. Being consistently busy with the labor of his work schedule and attending college to finish off his masters program, he has a very little social life and definitely does not have time for dating on this romantic, hectic holiday. But from right under his nose, one of his many admirers just so happens to be the sugar-coated treat that he’s been missing out on. ⟶ Banner Credit: @dee-ehn​ - my friend, thank you so much for creating this beautiful banner for me. you are the best editor and ily! ⟶ Beta: Thank you so very much @shadowsremedy​ for helping me through this fic! I really needed your input on a lot of things. Also thank you @ppersonna​ for taking the time to read through this before posting as well! You two both helped me so much! I can’t even describe how much you two mean to me! ⟶ Teaser: “Seokjin responds with a coy smile, flashing his near perfect set of beautiful teeth while his eyes are trained on his book. There’s a small tint of red touching the tip of his ears but you ignore it only because he regains your attention with the click of his pen.” ⟶ Author’s note: This fic is written for Be My Bangtanvine! collab - hosted by yours truly. Please show love! 

Your fingers twist around the faux display lollipop bouquet in the middle of the charming, oakwood table set in the center of Kim’s Sweets Shop. The wrappers of the sugary-hard candy crinkle under your ministrations, flicking the pieces that disobey your orders to fake an illusion of petals. A flow of people shuffle around your body, either seeking for boxes of chocolates or the clearance section of older gummies left in the basket in the backend of the establishment.

The watch on your wrist ticks the minutes away, as your eyes continue to monitor the device like a hawk. Any minute now. Your endless thoughts race rapidly inside that love-struck mind of yours – you hate it, but love it at the same time.

Just like how you hate the impatient feelings that bubble inside of you when you’re waiting to see the one person that’s been on your mind. How you can’t stand how unbelievably attractive and desirable the Kim’s youngest son is. The way he’s so effortlessly handsome even through the times of busy chocolate making and sending off sales of hungry customers. The strain of his muscles flex under his clothes whenever he carries boxes or bags back and forth which eventually dishevels his jet-black hair and causes beads of sweat to drip smoothly down the nape of his caramel skin neck. He is purely irresistible.

One more minute.

You tell yourself, now occupied by the assorted milk chocolates displayed under the glass counter, shifting each piece of tasty, succulent treats forward. That bell right above the door will jingle the moment your favorite co-worker shall walk in and then your mind will revert to another countdown – the one when you nervously watch the clock to the end of your shift. Where you leave your duties as an associate of the town’s most famous candy shop and when you leave the area where your crush resigns.

Yes, you heard it here – your crush.

Kim Seokjin is the name that rings in your mind every time you hear one of those stupid love songs play on the radio. His face pops up at every sickly, sweet television drama romance between two love struck birds who know no better. Each time you pass by strangers, couples, partners sharing skinship or acts of public displays of affection – where your stomach inversely caves in on itself – you find yourself hoarding strong, obnoxious feelings that you cannot shake no matter how long you have known the man.

Kim Seokjin has branded himself inside your heart since day one and the feelings caused by him only grow day by day.

And you hate it. Also you love it.

You hate how it’s only him who occupies your current interests, but you can’t fully blame it at the same time. He’s tall. Lean and toned. His chestnut brown eyes crinkle with each smiling matter and his contagious, bubbly, absurd laugh makes you join him with each pretentious dad-joke he quips up from out of the blue. His pillow-plush lips upturn in the most sincere way, his pearly clean teeth never have any imperfections even when he scarfs down his meals in between his busy schedule. What really molds you into him though, is his soft-spoken demeanor – how easygoing he is just to talk to. One could think he’s a carefree individual, the way he carries himself and the way he handles situations. But deep down, after knowing him for as long as you have (going on the fourth year but who’s counting?), Seokjin speaks with kindness and selflessness. His heart is ready to help others before helping himself. Even throughout the countless times he has gone out of his way to assist ones in need, crippling himself to extra labor hours of college and family work, he seems to only focus on those who are around him.

And that’s where it hits you the most.

“Hello, hello,” a familiar, charming ‘silver voice’ sing-songs its way into your ears the moment the chime of the bell tunes.

Seokjin struts from the entrance all the way to the back of the shop with quick speed, giving his mother a quick hug in the process as she shoos him away. You only see him like a ray of glowing, sparkling light shining in your eyes and everything else around him is muted… muddled. Disorganized and blurry.

He looks rushed, his hair blown back a bit from running from the bus stop to the corner of Cherry Lane where this shop lays. His knitted cardigan hangs half-hazard off his broadened shoulders, a shiny black briefcase connected to his hand – lord knows how many notebooks and tablets are inside that conspicuous bag.

“Jin, can you help your old man out for a second when you’re ready?”

It isn’t even a moment later when Seokjin throws on his custom black apron, straps it snug around his slim waist that indirectly emphasizes his frame, and rushes to his father’s side to hold the first three boxes handed to him. They exchange quick small talk among another, enough for you to understand the dialog but nothing of importance.

A small tap to your shoulder brings your attention away from the stud of a man down to your side, realizing how you are in fact still on duty at work  and still need to help the customers around you. A small girl, no less than eight, holds one of the pink stuffed Teddy bears from the window.

“Are there any chocolate-colored bears left? All I see are pink and red,” the child talks in pout, distress written on her minuscule facial features.

“Oh! I’m sure ther –“

“Here you go!”

A large bear of various shades of deep browns with a pink silk ribboned tie makes its appearance in your peripheral view, outstretched towards the now astonished, wide-eyed girl. She grips it with haste, scampering herself back over to her father who seems to be struggling with the decision of which chocolate covered banana he should choose – courtesy of Mrs. Kim who insists that all of them are top tier and delicious.

Your head snaps in reflex to the male who stands besides you, a soft grin embellishing his face as he watches the scene unfold before him.

“Thanks,” you sigh with a whisper. Struck with the force of a train railing into your being, you’re shocked endlessly by the proximity of Seokjin.

His head tilts only slightly when he peers down at you, mirth in his sparkling clear eyes, “No problem!”

He has no clue what he does to you, how he affects you in such a way where your heart flutters at each beat. It’s crazy, it’s stupid, and dare you say… it’s love. And yet, Seokjin is completely blind to you.

The unfortunate number of times you have bent over backwards just to be near him, assist him when you thought he needed help, or just put yourself ‘out of the way’ just to possibly get noticed more than just another body at his family’s business is astonishing. Nonetheless, some attempts were not your fault, a slip from mopping the floors or a spill of carrying too many bagged candies at once – but your other endeavors such as purposely leaving your purse behind to come trudging back or requesting him to hold the dang door open for you to move stock back and forth from the back to the front were just as silly.

You do too much… or you are doing too little to catch his attention.

Seokjin squints at you momentarily, confused at how your stare seems to have zoned out after your response. “What? Do – do I have something on my face?”

With a shake of your head in a vigorous manner your words come out in a panic, “No! No, your face is great! Nothing wrong with it!”

Inadvertently, those words spill out just as fast as the speed of light. You mean them, even in your frenzied rush, and you’re let down softly by another blow to your feelings.

“Ah, good. I was worried for a second,” he chuckles, patting your shoulder in the friendliest of ways – and you loathe it entirely.

You’re drawn back to another customer who seeks assistance, an opportunity for you to recollect – or distract – your thoughts and allow the two of you to separate and proceed to work.

In the back of your mind you are already counting down the seconds to when you need to clock out.

It’s the middle of January and that means for you and every other hard working, educated labored student, that this week officially starts back up their spring semester at their university. You walk alongside your best friend, Mateo, on your way to your Statistics Lab class which is located in the center building of campus – right next to the science building and behind the library. Appreciatively, Mateo offers to wait for your commuting-butt every Friday afternoon this semester with a fresh basket of cheesy curly fries from the cafeteria and escorts you to your shared classroom – honestly he’s just happy he has somebody in the same class as him.

“The professor isn’t too bad with all this math shit,” he murmurs between bites. “I just hope the teaching assistant isn’t a drag. Labs are almost three hours long.”

“It’s usually just the material we learn from earlier in the week, then we do endless amounts of example problems. It’s free time basically.”

The two of you walk up the set of stairs to the third floor, away from the busy crowds of people, and to the very last classroom in one lonely hallway full. Already there are several students sitting inside, claiming their own territorial spots that probably will be their permanent seat for the rest of the days. Mateo and you find purchase in the second row of computer desks, favoring the seat next to the very large, clear window with drawn shades.

As you pop another curly fry into your mouth, quickly cleaning off the melted cheese that lands on your upper lip before it’s too noticeable, the two of you continue to converse until the allotted time the class should start.

While Mateo is too busy ranting and raving on and on about his schedule, you’re too busy losing your very last coherent brain cell over the character that walks in through the doorway. He rushes to the front with a similar, fancy black briefcase you’ve grown to know all too well. His feet pad fast against the tile floor with a sound of a small heel clicking, around the front of the classroom with stark black hair brushed back to reveal to your eyes – and many others – his noble forehead.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whisper to yourself, loud enough to catch Mateo’s ears as he turns to give you a puzzled look.

You stare, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights, like the only light in your life walks across your plane of view to the respective desk in the front of all the tables in the room. He gives no mind to the body of students sitting, watching his every move as he diligently types into the computer and uses a remote control to pull down the shades of the classroom and overhead screen.

“What’s the matter?” Mateo reaches for another fry from the basket, taking his nose out from his cellular device to glance up at the proctor of this course. “Oh damn! What kind of majestic element did this man walk out of? I’m about to offer him the rest of my student balance –“

You politely, actually aggressively, kick your foot into the side of Mateo’s leg. “Shush,” you threaten with your eyes. “I actually know him!”

“Do you have his number? Because if so I need those digits right now.”

Shaking your head you groan out your annoyance, “Mateo! That’s Jin.”

“Jin? Super, hunky, candy-coated sweetness down at the Kim’s shop, Jin? That Jin?”

You nod briefly with panic in your eyes, right before a beautiful voice alerts yours and everyone else’s ears in the room. It strikes your body frozen as you stare up at Kim Seokjin with all his glory, white button up tucked firm inside the waistband of his deep tan slacks, glasses adorning the bride of his nose and his everlasting, impressionable, good-looks.

“Good afternoon everyone! I’m Kim Seokjin, your TA for Stats Lab this semester. I apologize for not being able to show up to your normal classes with the head professor, however, I assure you all that I’m well acquainted in this subject so you can count on me for helping you out.”

Seokjin glances around the room with small eye contact, putting on his best face. He continues with his introduction, writing his name on the blank whiteboard beside him and pulling up his intel through the computer to project to the screen behind him. “I’m assuming you all are Psych majors as this is a required course for your major, so understandably you realize that passing this class is optimal, considering the next step after this one is Research Methods then your seminar. Here we experiment on hypothesis testing with z and t tests as we are introduced to descriptive and inferential statistical procedures commonly used in psychological research.”

He blinks, taking in the students before him looking back with dumbfounded expressions. To most normal people everything he just said probably discombobulated their brains. However, to you – you being not ‘most people’ – your brain completely fried and short circuited the moment his lips started to move. Before he speaks, his eye catches you off to the corner of the second row and tucked away near the window. Seokjin’s mouth hangs open with a pause, tilting his head before your name blurts out of it.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t hear him at first. Not even the force of a couple dozens of eyes landing on you as you sit unresponsive to the call of your name alerts your senses until Mateo nudges you in the side. All you can hear is the force of your blood flowing through your ears, pounding out of your heart.

“Hi.”

“Nice to see a familiar face,” his smile is clipped just before it fades from his face to go back to his teaching persona.

Seokjin begins to explain the course syllabus, revising his own steps and explanations to the terminology and techniques. His body glides comfortably across the front of the classroom and yours begins to rise in temperature. You blame the heater besides you, or even the sun piercing through the blinds of the window – but deep down you know your nerves are the cause of your sudden panic.

Since it’s only the first lab class of many in this semester, introductions and course outlines shorten the original timeframe of the scheduled class, resulting with Mr. Kim allowing the class to leave early.

“Until next time!” Seokjin bids his farewell to his students at the end of class with a nod, recollecting his supplies that scatter across his table.

You rush as fast as you can out the door in the back, Mateo close behind with a fumbling of his backpack. “Y/n, hold up! How are you so fast all of a sudden?”

“I need to go to registration.”

“Registration? For what?” Mateo is able to pace himself besides you the moment you hit the stairwell.

“I’m changing classes.”

“What? No! You have class with me!”

“And he’s there. I can’t do that.” Your quiet with your reasoning as your feet take you further out of the building, Mateo hot on your trail. “I already have a problem with work. I can’t handle a whole afternoon with him being my teacher.”

“Y/n!” Mateo grips your shoulders, rendering you in your place. “You have ‘handled’ working for the Kim’s for nearly four years. What’s another lazy Friday afternoon going to do to you?”

You roll your eyes, giving your best friend the most dumbfounded look. “Have you seen him?”

“Yes, I did. Clear as day. That man is fuckin’ fine as fuck. But here me out –“

“No.”

“Listen! Here’s more of an opportunity to actually get to talk to him.”

“This is school, this isn’t a hangout.” You maneuver away from Mateo, stepping past his frame.

“You are seizing up on a golden opportunity to get him to talk to you – even if it’s just schoolwork!”

Mateo stands, looking at you with annoyance. He’s your best friend after all, do you honestly think he’s going to steer you wrong? Into a pit of regrets and despair? Maybe.

Your mouth moves to rebuttal once again but instead of speaking you hear a small group of girls from your class walking down a different walkway but their giggles and snickering can be heard distinctly.

“He’s so gorgeous!”

“So handsome!”

“God, the things I’d do –“

You grimace at the words, a feeling of anger and spite boils inside of you. Really it’s just innocent girl chatter and it’s not the first time you’ve heard or witnessed things like this, but it doesn’t stop you from already knowing the answers. Seokjin is busy, too busy, and too unavailable to anybody – even you. So, before your heel spins you back in the direction of the building that registration is in you meet Mateo’s eyes again.

“Fine,” you huff. “I won’t switch classes.” 

Things are going fairly decently – so it seems. Time goes so fast between your busy schedule of classes and your part-time hours down at Kim’s Sweet’s Shop. What has not changed much at all is the distance between you and Seokjin; some days you feel the same – invisible to your entire being. Though other days you are reminded that of course he notices you, he does know you for crying out loud! Whether you are a simple co-worker of his family business or you are one of his younger students who diligently listen to his miniature lectures of how to take down research analysis, Seokjin still knows you.

And no matter what you try to do to attain his fleeting attention, it never works in your favor.

Two Fridays into the semester and you are already blasted with an ungodly amount of course work – though it is your fault after all. Who in their right state of mind would select three psychology courses in the same semester? Oh right – you.

Besides the other two classes you have, respectively you take one in communications and the other in diversity… psychology majors tend to be swamped with endless papers, mini assignments, and readings. Any and all your free time besides working and college would be dedicated to course material and eating. Lucky for you, you manage to maintain some movie nights of relaxation or take a small load off when it comes to caring too much for the best grade on an assignment.

That is until you see a questionable look on Kim Seokjin’s face when he hands you back your first Lab homework. The assignment was minuscular, somehow but you ended up forgetting there was a whole backside to the entire page.

You’re quick to cover up your sheet that displays a grade up in the top right corner, red ink marking your low numbered grade, and your eyes quiver as you stare at Mateo who shakes his head.

“Y/n, you can’t be slacking this early into the semester,” he gives a pointed look down at your paper which you tuck away under a binder. “But hey, maybe you can ask Mr. Hunk for some tips and tricks.”

“It’s just the first assignment. It’s no biggie!”

As soon as those words come out of your mouth, however, your current teacher finishes handing out the rest of the graded homework and recites a note of remembrance. “Just a reminder that labs, big and small, all count for twenty-five percent of your overall grade. Unlike a few professors, I do not drop your lowest grade as there are only twelve labs over the course of this semester. There’s plenty of room for adjustment and improvement but, no room or excuse to flunk an assignment.”

There’s an indescribable heat you feel, perhaps a sudden urge of guilt, rush over your body as you feel pinned against each word. Like a personal ‘call out’ directed to you though it is spoken to the group. You feel small in your chair besides the damned window, cornering yourself to the metal railing beside you. It’s only because of him that you feel this awkward, this upset at yourself, because your irrational thoughts merge into how big of a disappointment you must have looked like when he had his eyes on your homework.

You can’t fuck this up.

Sooner than later, the time for class runs up and your feet run out in a jiff. Mateo catches you before you leave completely from the room, pointing out the fact you left your entire binder besides the computer at your designated seating area thus making you turn back. That’s where you eye the suspicious female flock herding themselves closer to the front of the room, where Seokjin stands and continues to pack up his materials while answering questions.

You think for a moment that maybe you aren’t the only person who didn’t do so hot on your assignment, maybe other people did what you had done. But alas… that isn’t the case. Definitely not when you hear the bold words out of a woman’s mouth about his personal life, asking how old he is, what he does or aspires to be, and many other minor details that flood the group's minds.

Your fingers lock around your binder, picking the heavy piece up swiftly, as your name breaches the air and into your ears.

“Y/n!”

His warm, umber eyes greet yours as you look up to the source of calling. Seokjin angles his body towards your direction, looking past the flock stationing in his area and speaks out to you – yes you!

“You’re working tonight, correct?”

With a nod you answer his question, blinking oddly at the way he tilts his head like a curious puppy. You know he knows you have pretty much a firm, set schedule at his family’s business. Hardly ever changes. Yet, Seokjin is asking you?

“Yeah.”

Seokjin’s smile is warm, or you’re reading too far into it, “I’ll see you later then!”

Intentional or not – Seokjin unleashes a sudden batch of butterflies into your stomach while causing a flurry of jealous glares from the students surrounding him. They’ve been vying for his attention desperately, yet he directs his attention solely to you. Your throat feels tighter all of a sudden, mouth parted slightly while responding to him with a skeptical ‘uh huh’. 

The pad of your fingertip taps diligently across the touch screen attached to the register, plugging in the correct prices and selections of products for the customer you currently are ringing out. Sea salt caramel candy bars, peanut butter meltaway, chocolate pretzel candies, lava cake, custard – you name it and odds are that item is already scanned in and placed inside this person’s bag.

“Stocking up I see,” you giggle with a smile.

“Prepping. I’m not sure what she likes yet so… grabbing anything.” The customer, a young nervous blonde who shuffles foot to foot while chewing on the inside of his cheek, shyly speaking as his wide doe-shaped eyes scan for anything else he’s missing. He must be a bit younger than you, but you don’t doubt that this is his first celebration with Valentine’s Day – to this extent at least. With his sharp good looks and style alone, you’re positive he has had many ladies in his past.

“She must be special.” Before you know it, you’re squatting down behind the counter to reach for a hidden box, candy that hasn’t been placed out on the floor yet – specific to the upcoming holiday event. You gently place it in the top of the bag, making sure you don’t squish the package. “Red Velvet Petits. Not out yet, but they’re a hot seller.”

He eyes the suspicious box, looking more at the presentation than actually caring for the product inside. “Red Velvet? I can’t say I have tried these before.” His nose scrunches at the tempting idea, “Thank you!”

“They’re usually sold out within the weekend we put them out. I insist you try some with your lucky lady. She’ll be happy!” You gleam, giving him a positive thumbs up and gesturing him to insert his card to pay.

Gathering his belongings, he steps out of the shop with a heavy bag. You adore the idea of his actions, courting and going out of his way to give his girl whatever she may need. There’s not many examples of that you see these days, mainly many partners come inside the shop just to say their significant other already wrote out the list of things they want – flowers, chocolates, etc. It lacks excitement, it lacks effort, and most certainly it just feels like an obligation at that point.

You swing around to the floor, returning to dismantle a fixture to make room for a new one to promote the weekend sales until you hear Mr. Kim speak up from behind you. As he stirs the warm, fresh chocolate inside the pot near the small freezer containing the frozen fruits, the older man turns to address you.

“You’re selling a product that’s not even on the floor?”

Smirking, you blush as you were caught red-handed, “Yeah… but to be fair, the product will be out tomorrow! And he bought a lot!”

He chuckles, drawing his attention back to his custom baking but continues to talk. “Oh, I saw. You make business here great. Maybe you have a sweet spot for that young lad that you rung out?”

“If you’re asking me if I find him attractive, then my response is no, Mr. Kim. Just thought he was cute for getting someone basically one of everything because he didn’t know what they liked.”

Mr. Kim hums at your reply, clicking his tongue. “No more selling those until tomorrow,” he snickers, bringing a small ladle to the pan next to him and drizzles streaks of chocolate across powered crackers and fruits. “I have to tell Jin to watch out for you.”

“I won’t,” you murmur, quirking a brow at Mr. Kim’s back. “You don’t need to tell your son. I’ll behave.”

“Ah, Y/n. You know I just enjoy teasing you,” he turns around with squinting eyes, and a happy smile. Some days you’re pretty sure Mr. Kim sees right through you, understands that you may or may not have a thing for his son but he never directly comments on the topic.

If the taunting isn’t already enough for your night, you realize that it will become much worse the moment you see Seokjin walk through the entrance just as he always does. Tonight, you are scheduled to close up shop with him – not like you haven’t done before, but each time it throws you in a fritz of nerves.

Seokjin bee-lines himself to the back with a polite greeting to the two of you, shrugging off his jacket in the process. You inwardly sigh as your eyes practically form the shape of hearts, never missing a chance to glance at his unbelievable proportions. You shyly break your habit after noticing Mr. Kim smiling back at you, forcing those bubbling feelings down and pretending to go straight back to dismantling the fixture you were originally tasked to do.

You greet the next customer – now sudden customers – who hesitantly flood into the shop while scanning the perimeter. A group of girls give you a brief nod, too preoccupied with their devices or search to even acknowledge your full presence. However, you realize at least two females of the group were classmates of the same lab class. A bold one, the one most forward of the bunch, suddenly questions to you if a ‘handsome man just walked inside here’, where you rebuttal, bitterly, with a solid, “Nope.”

There is a deep boiling anger in the pit of your stomach when you realize what exactly seems to be happening, and you’re more worried about possibly shooing out the group than actually assisting them with any sales. That is until Mr. Kim steps to the front of the store, dusting off his hands on his apron, and taking the reins for himself.

“May I help you with anything?”

“We were sure he walked in here,” you hear one whisper to another just as she gives you a look over. “Sir, have you seen a really good-looking man come inside the shop recently? We’re pretty sure he’s our teacher.”

As if you weren’t already annoyed, now you find more of a reason to be pissed off at the pathetic way these girls happily followed a man – Seokjin – into another building which so happened to be his place of work. Not only that, but your skin starts to itch at the fact they bluntly ignored you and opted to speak to the owner and ask practically the same exact question.

Seeing as Mr. Kim decided to handle the situation, you double back to the counter with an excuse to use the bathroom. You hear him affirm something about Seokjin, only after making lighthearted jokes about his own handsomeness (you don’t question him considering he’s one half of the looks of Seokjin – the other thanks to Mrs. Kim).

Just as your hand places itself around the handle to the bathroom you hear the click of the backroom open, door swinging to reveal Seokjin in a more comfortable-fitting attire and his custom apron. You avoid his gaze while pushing urgently to step inside the bathroom, though his voice halts you in your tracks.

“Y/n! I wanted to speak to you –“

“Gotta go to… uh,” you gesture to the sign above the door. “Can it wait?”

He nods, but then his attention is drawn to the fuss in the front of the store. You see the curiosity spike in his facial features, glasses unable to shield his widening eyes from discovering there’s a large cluster of customers with Mr. Kim.

Before he steps further, you blurt out with a sharp tone, “They’re looking for you.”

Seokjin looks slightly caught off guard, blinking back at you while you close the door behind you – shaking the thoughts from your head and ridding the look of his clouded judgement. You didn’t even need to go to the bathroom, but you need a space to breathe and relax even if that means for just a few minutes.

Thankfully, for your sanity, by the time you return to the floor the obnoxious group of females have disappeared and ceased to exist in your space. You barely give mind to the other two men who wander around the store, talking among another, as you rush back to finish that damn fixture.

You hear Mr. Kim dismiss himself, ready to leave for the night and entrust his son and you to close up shop. He’s ecstatic to have planned out an early dinner date with Mrs. Kim, ready to celebrate the upcoming holiday to themselves.

“You two make some money!” He cheers, with a fist in the air. “Fighting!”

Since then, the air in the shop feels… stale. You serpentine around the mahogany furniture, using every excuse in the book to keep yourself busy with cleaning or attending to each customer that comes roaming in the store. Whatever it takes to make the time go by faster.

“Y/n!” You hear Seokjin shout from the back. 

Walking to his direction you see him carrying a large package through the backstock doorway. He requests for you to help him bring the box over to the counter, his grip nearly slipping from the corner while he’s using his foot to hold the door wide open. Quickly, you rush to his side and press against the box he’s holding, trying to snake your arms around one side of the box while he readjusts himself. Together, the two of you shuffle over to the counter, nearly jamming your finger between the two objects with a shriek.

The package lands with a thud while you rip your hands away, clutching your finger tightly to inspect the throbbing pain – redness immediately forming around the cuticle of your nail. From the force of the impact, your skin slightly has split open to release a drop of blood and agitation.

“Ow – shit!” You seethe between your teeth. One step ahead of you, Seokjin snatches your hand before you can shove the finger in your mouth out of reflex.

“Are you okay?” He inspects it closely, holding the digit up to his eyes as you freeze – heart ramming inside your ribcage. Seokjin’s hesitant to apply pressure to the area of pain but insists on grabbing you a small piece of ice from the freezer while he goes to search for a bandaid and ointment.

As he returns with supplies he’s unhappy to see you already trying to decline his assistance. He’s persistent – but you are more persistent.

“I’m fine! Thank you, but I’m fine.”

“Y/n, you can get an infection.”

“I don’t need it,” you huff.

Seokjin pins you with his eyes, “I’m partial owner of this store and you’re hurt on the job. I order you to stay put and let me put this on your finger.”

At that, you snort, “You order me because your last name is in the shop’s name?”

“Why are you being so insubordinate? Did I upset you or something?”

You sigh while leaning back on the counter. Of course he didn’t do anything, he’s just being nice and caring. Fuck – why does he have to be so kind?

“No, Jin. I just,” your voice lowers to more of a calming aura. There’s no reason to actually bicker about this anyways. “It’s not that big of a deal. My finger is fine.”

“Very well,” he concludes, turning back to the med kit he had pulled out. Seokjin is curt, even if his face doesn’t show his exasperation of the situation, you can definitely feel an odd tension raise off his shoulders. As if the air around you falls back into dryness.

Before going back to the front of the store to dust around another shelf or rearrange a display casing, you fidget in place while watching Seokjin proceed back to work. He gives you a quick look of uncertainty, more or so he’s confused how you are just standing there in the same place after the conversation seems over.

“You said you wanted to talk to me about something earlier?”

Nodding, Seokjin cuts open the box on the counter, digging his hands into the contents and placing new product off to the side – some being those red velvet petits. “Yeah, wanted to see if you’re taking the lab well. Was curious why your assignment was half done when you decided to hand it in.” His eyes never meet yours, too distracted with work to fully give his attention.

“About that,” you shrug, hands rubbing on your apron out of nervousness. “I honestly didn’t realize there was a back. It was a rough first week and I just started getting a hang of my assignment layouts.”

“I’d offer to help you with the coursework, but I’m sure you’ll figure that out too. Just don’t flunk on the rest of them.”

You stare at Seokjin who continues to move around, nearly struck like lightning zapping you to the floor at the way his words left his mouth. It’s like he bit straight into you and spat you back out with a cunning remark. Is there some sort of fury behind his clipped words?

Strangely, your hovering doesn’t seem to affect him – actually this doesn’t surprise you if you really think about it. And with a silent nod you twist your body away from the man who typically causes your knees to quiver. 

“I think I pissed him off,” your voice falls off while zoning into the paragraph as you scan through one of your many heavy textbooks.

“By the sound of it I wouldn’t doubt it. You denied his help. But I wouldn’t hold your breath. Probably not something you need to stress about,” Mateo speaks from the other line.

“That’s my problem. I am stressing about it!”

You sigh, shaking your head with agitation from the complex words printed out in front of your very eyes. They don’t make sense; they’re too compounded for your mind right now. All because you’re too preoccupied with worrying about Seokjin ever since the previous night.

After the small, simple altercation the two of you shared, the rest of your shift at Kim’s Sweet’s Shop went terribly slow – overall it seemed like the two of you avoided another until it came to counting the registers and doing the nightly paperwork before locking up. Even then the conversations were just small talk. You could feel the lingering sour tang in the air between the two of you and it caused your stomach to curdle.

“Just talk to him. Don’t you work with him again this weekend?”

“No, he’s busy with class work or something. I probably won’t see him until the lab on Friday.” The highlighter pen between your deft fingers fiddles in circles around your knuckles as you contemplate the possibilities through your head. You can contact him at any moment if you so wish, having his number in your phone gives you that opportunity. You can also wait it out, let it simmer in the pan and pretend the whole ordeal truly is no problem and act like everything is perfectly fine.

But how Seokjin left you with that comment, “I’d offer to help you with the coursework, but I’m sure you’ll figure that out too.” It stuck with you like sticky maple syrup, it bothered you like a constant thorn in your side.

You flip once more through your textbook, hoping, praying, that perhaps the words on the other side can clear up your confusion but to no avail you just become more bewildered at the endless line graph examples. With a groan you aggressively push the book away and turn your attention back to Mateo, “What do I even say?”

“That you need help with your assignment.”

“It’s not as simple as that –“

“Yes it is, Y/n. Shit. Like, if it’s really bothering you then talk to him or at least try!” Mateo finally raises his voice at your annoying stupidity – his words not yours – and demands for you to do something about your inner agony.

“Should I text or call him?”

“Call him. Good luck!” Mateo clicks the line off, leaving you to stare at the screen of your contacts.

What’s even more bizarre for you is the miraculous surprise that your phone buzzes with a new name, one you weren’t thinking about but the similar last name that beams in bright light has your heart jumping.

You answer, “Mrs. Kim? Hello?”

“Hello darling! I apologize for calling you so suddenly but I’m afraid this can’t wait until your shift later tonight. Is there any way you can come in earlier today? The sales are going out of the roof with the new product and I’m afraid it’s a bit hard to keep up with.”

“Of course! I was just finishing up some homework but I can be down there within the hour,” you did not hesitate to respond. More hours meant more money anyways.

Now, whatever you need to say or ask Seokjin has to go on pause, because you’re going to dedicate the rest of your Saturday to work with constant distractions and busy traffic. The most reasonable excuse for you not to talk to him – just in case Mateo tries to ask.

However, your finger hovers his name through your phone with thought. Deep down, you know this is something that will eat away at you until you address it. And for that, you find yourself typing a quick text message to him in regard to the class of how confused you are with a few terms and request his assistance. Basically going against his vinegary words of the previous night… how you’ll ‘figure it out’ on your own. 

The entire weekend flies by fast and yet you hear not a single word from Seokjin after you texted him. In the back of your mind you believe that it’s probably your fault on why he chose not to respond, especially all the times he just looks pass you as if you were invisible. But there’s always the small sliver of possibility that he truly is being a busy guy and didn’t have the time to reply just yet, so you wait on it. Day by day. Until it’s close to the middle of the week now, nearly two days before the next lab class – where your assignment you have yet to fully finish is due.

He’s a TA for crying out loud, don’t you think he would be checking up with his student’s questions? You, being one of those? Which only makes your mind revert to the other hand, the more logical possibility, that he’s avoiding you.

So you sulk.

You cross your arms over your chest while waiting in line to the bathroom on the second floor of the Humanities building on campus just before heading to your next class. It’s bothering you and you know it. No matter how many times you’ve scrolled through your socials, watched several movies, or drowned yourself with work, it’s still nagging you in the back of your mind that something is wrong.

And boy… Do you feel even more bitter the second you witness Seokjin walk up from the stairwell, side by side with another impressive lady-student who is consistently blabbering question after question. For a moment, you’re starstruck at him – per usual. Large shoulders outlining his frame that cut down to a tapered waistline where his shirt remains tucked in; black-rimmed glasses set comfortably on his face and hair swept back in a combed fashion. You’re positive he doesn’t notice you by how fast they breeze by the line, and you’re sure to keep your eyes forward and bored as you stare at the back of someone’s head.

Hearing the girl praise Seokjin’s smart mind only boils the blood under your skin more, and what really has you grinding your teeth against another is the thanks she gives for helping her out with the professor’s homework assignment. Then, if matters can’t get any worse, the lady stands two people behind you in the line you’re currently in after she departs from Seokjin.

The entire time you swear she’s on her phone or chatting freely with some other poor soul around her about how attractive her TA is, how she’s playing dumb just to be around him and grab every opportunity to discuss anything with him. The third week into the semester, where Seokjin is mainly present for two different lab classes, and she’s already planning on swooning over him as much as possible. Take her razor-like talons and sink them into anything to give her any excuse to chat with ‘the hot TA’.

You reflect on her actions though… she’s bolder than you and no doubt there are others who try the same tactics. What you realize is how you are not much different, how many times had you literally gone out of your way to just get Seokjin to look at you? To talk to you? With no apparent reason but just to talk to your crush of many years.

Mentally scolding yourself and biting hard on the inside of your cheek, you proceed to the restroom. After washing your hands voraciously fast, you strut out of the women’s bathroom and straight to the classroom where you know Seokjin must be.You push past bodies with haste, determination, and on your face you wear a scowl that screams ‘get out of my way’.

The impulsive nature you so rarely given in to washes over you quickly, all rational thoughts gone as you spring into action. You don’t even hesitate to rip open the door of Seokjin’s on-going class, stepping in firmly with intent to call him out on his passive behavior.

“Jin!” Your mouth rushes faster than your feet do, practically vomiting his name out. “Why haven’t you helped me out with the assignment when it’s due in two days? I’ve been waiting all weekend for your response but nothing?!”

His eyebrows raise to his hairline, perfect mouth parting open as he was in the middle of explaining a process of a synapsis diagram when he notices your forceful entry. His students match his questioning look, your abruptness definitely startlingly some.

“Excuse me Miss Y/L/N, but can’t you see I have just started my class?” His eyes seem sharp behind the shield of his glasses, and with the way his hips pivot with the shift in stance you know he’s being defensive. He’s maintaining his teaching persona, making him the teacher and everyone else classmen. “You’ll have to wait until I am free to assist you.”

“I messaged you Saturday afternoon!” You shout with an expectant look.

Seokjin inhales sharply, holding what little restraint he has before his composure cracks and apologizes to his awaiting class while he steps out for a minute. He insists for you to back away from the door a few feet, even with the wood dividing the classroom to the hallway he’s sure that the conversation can be heard.

“Y/n, what’s your problem?”

You sigh, realizing the predicament you placed the two of you now, understanding how you must look ridiculous to the point of disturbing his time. “I need help with the assignment and you refuse to help me. Is this about last Friday or?”

“What? About last Friday? No –“ he pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers, raising his glasses in the process. “Y/n, I was busy all weekend. That’s why I wasn’t down at the shop or why I haven’t replied to you. I still am busy,” his body gestures to the classroom door. “I’m sorry I haven’t answered you yet, I will get to your question when I have the time.”

“But you already helped another student, I heard her boast about it,” you snap with the reference of the annoying girl who continued to practically salivate over Seokjin with thirsty words. “It’s due in two days and I’m so confused.”

“She’s one of many!” He blinks, dumbfounded at your example. “It’s a part of my program, I help all students under me. She emailed me, along with a few others, before you have. I go down the line of who contacted me earliest and work from them. I’m sorry, Y/n. I promise you I’ll help you as soon as I free up.” Seokjin’s hand reaches for the handle to the door, quick to try and exit back to his class.

“Jin,” you press, desperation written in the creases of your face.

He responds with a pointed look, his cool façade finally slipping where he cannot handle the continuous bickering you plan to hold. “Y/n!” His chestnut brown eyes waiver away from your own pair, “Please. I’ll help you out later but I have to go. Okay? Now, goodbye.”

Seokjin shuts to the door behind him after re-greeting his class and apologizing once again for the disturbance. Your initial anger bubbles down enough for you to relax, mellow out, but not enough to relieve the new tension that holds your emotions hostage. Now you feel dread and guilt, for even pulling such a stunt like this.

The soles of your feet take you down the hallway of the Humanities building, down the flight of stairs and out into the cool afternoon air. A place where you think you can breathe evenly and clear your head just immobilizes you stiff and frigid.

In the morning of Friday, February fifth at approximately 9:54am, you receive a call from an unsuspecting individual. At first you assume, with good reason, that it’s Mateo asking what you’ll like from the cafeteria later today before lab. Unfortunately, that is not the case as you stare blankly down at the buzzing cellular device that rests in the pad of your comforter.

Kim Seokjin.

Even the name itself in digital format makes your heart race with anticipation. You allow the device to go to voicemail, perhaps he’ll just leave you a message. Afterall, Seokjin hasn’t even helped you with your assignment as you waited – disappointedly – for his assistance. Thankfully for you, the power of Google and several web searches, you are able to finish the assignment alongside Mateo.

Seokjin is right, you figured it out on your own.

But then, your phone continues to vibrate in the same annoying rhythmic pattern. He continues to call you until your patience runs thin and grip your phone with indignation.

“Hello?” Your tone of displeasure comes clear.

“Y/n – are you on campus right now?”

“No.”

“How fast can you come to campus?”

At the glance of the clock your face scrunches, it’s hours before you even need to show up for lab. Why is he asking you to come to campus?

“Why? I don’t have class until the afternoon,” you attempt to reject the idea. You’re looking over at yourself through a small mirror hung to the side of your bedroom door, you don’t even look presentable anyways. Still wearing the same damn clothes you wore to bed.

You can hear the shuffling of papers and small-talk in the background of the other line, presumably Seokjin is in a busy setting as he typically always is. “Can you show up to the library? I can help you with your assignment.”

With a snarky scoff you reply, “Are you serious? No. Like you said, I’d figure it out anyways, right?”

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I’m trying to wrap my hands around my own schedule. I know you understand that feeling. But I’m here on campus now, before lab, and I’m offering you this as a private office hour. Do you want the help?”

“It’s fine, Jin. I already finished the assignment anyway.”

Again, you hear more mixing of papers and a heavy object being set down causing a loud thud to resonate. Seokjin clicks his tongue, “If you finished it then tell me the answer to question five right now.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Flipping through the papers on your desk with your set of school supplies, you locate the pages inside a binder dedicated to the lab. A batch of loose-leaf papers with mathematical equations scattered on the page reveals your answer. “The answer is ‘Deviation’.”

“It’s ‘Error’,” he corrects you. “You’re looking at an observed value and the corresponding theoretical value.”

“Are you serious?” You turn the pages of your papers back and forth, thinking that doing so will change the answer to the one actually have written down. “I read through that problem three different times. You’re messing with me.”

“Do you want to pass this class? Cause if so – then get over to the library. I’ll be waiting in the cubical area,” Seokjin requests – or demands? You’re not sure yourself, but he ends the call without another chance of your rebuttal.

It takes you longer than expected to properly clean up and dress yourself in a presentable outfit for school. Even with the strange bickering between you and Seokjin, you find yourself still applying just a tad more makeup than usual to stand out. Again, you commute to campus, taking about thirty or so minutes to finally reach your destination, and search for a clear parking spot that isn’t terribly far away from the building you need to go to. Mateo receives your notification via text about how you’ll probably meet him earlier today, saying you won’t be needing him to pick up a side of curly fries before class.

You scamper yourself into the library, pass the array of polished wood bookshelf units and into the pit of the media center where individual cubicles are set up for a quieter setting. Descending down the small fraction of carpeted steps you see the familiar black hair of your crush facing inward between two small walls that grants him a secluded booth. You hesitate momentarily, pushing those unnerving feelings you have towards him down. Without a flicker of a smile you walk over to the handsome man, tilting your head while pulling a chair over to join his area.

“Explain to me what’s the difference between ‘error’ and ‘standard deviation’.”

He waits for you to sit down and shrug your coat and bag off your shoulders before proceeding with his mini lesson. Once deemed ready, he gestures for you to whip out your homework sheets as his textbook is on standby. “Standard deviation is an expression for standard error. Both describe the inherent inaccuracy of a calculated population value.” Seokjin uses one of his pens as a guide for your eye, underlining areas of his personal book that already has scribbles written in areas on the font encrypted pages. “The standard deviation measures the amount of vari –“

“What you just said supports my answer for deviation…?” You blink down at your assignment with furrowed brows.

“They’re different. Deviation has measurements from individual data values to the mean. Standard error of the mean measures the distance of the sample mean – or average of data which is most likely to be from the true population.” He stares at you to read your face, noticing the shift of confusion pattern over your features. Seokjin is quick to snag your lab work from you and crosses off your original answer to place the correct one while taking the time to search for other mistakes.

He crosses off six different answers and leaves them blank.

“Those are all wrong?” You gasp, spilling out your frustrations with subtle profanities. Frustrated and annoyed for not understanding the material initially, you’re irritated at how you may easily fail this class if you don’t get the proper support. “God,” you exasperate, “This is so dumb. I can’t even learn the stuff I’m majoring in.”

“Hey, it’s alright. We all struggle with something. I’ll get you through the confusing parts. By the time we leave here you’ll understand all the correct answers to the assignment, I promise.” Gently, Seokjin places a hand to your shoulder as a quick pat but allows it to linger there for a second too long. Enough time for you to side-eye him and his action.

Why… why didn’t that feel as it normally feels? Often, it’s just a friendly indication and now your deranged mind is set off to a place of delusion.

Seokjin’s head turns quickly, focusing back to the matter at hand – no, not the hand that promptly removes itself from your arm – but the homework assignment that needs better attention. “Now let’s start with this question and I’ll explain to you why it’s wrong after you tell me why you came up with the answer in the first place.”

“Jin, before anything,” you clear your throat with a thick swallow. “I’m sorry about interrupting your class the other day. And I’m sorry for last Friday, too.”

“Apology accepted, though I should apologize about Friday – not you.” Seokjin straightens up his posture before giving you a heartfelt look, “I know my remark bothered you. I acted out and stressed over something so small but it affected you for the rest of the night.”

He affects your entire life, god dammit. How can he only now notice a difference? Solemnly seeing that you were upset? Because your mood shifted?

Twisting your neck to look back into his eyes and ignoring the thumping of your nervous heart, you realize that Seokjin is actually looking at you – not through or past, but directly at you. He remains glowing in your eyes, soft skin and angular features. His cheeks puff up with a sweet, innocent smile, and you can’t help but notice the curve of his voluminous lips.

You glance over quickly at a noisy clunk from a cubical adjacent from the two of you, he too looks over. Miss ‘Blabbering-lady’ from the other day in the bathroom line stands with two cups of – what seems to be – warm coffee from the campus café. Her bag hangs from her elbow, the reason for the sudden banging noise against the desk.

“Mr. Kim! I was just thinking you might want some coffee?” Apparently, this bimbo has gone out of her way to buy probably the cheapest cup of coffee with her student dollars just to have yet another excuse to greet Seokjin. The audacity of doing such a stunt while he is with another student is on a whole other level. Her eyes flash over to you with a sharp glare until they equip back to Seokjin’s, your stomach caves in with anger and a strike of resentment.

“Unfortunately, I do not drink coffee,” Seokjin’s voice is clear, surprising both you and the women in front of you. “If you don’t mind, I am with another student in a personal session right now. You’ll have to contact me when my office hours are open or through email.”

Remaining silent, you watch the awkward interaction diminish before your eyes. The lady, displeased and taken aback, walks away with disorientation – as if she can’t understand what just happened. You don’t question Seokjin, not by the way he’s quick to draw back to your homework and definitely not the way he blatantly lied to his student. His dexterous fingers flicker through the pages of his statistics text full of equations and opens up to the most recent assignment, panning to the question you two shall be working on next.

Together.

You breathe unevenly from the weight on your chest, “But, you love coffee.”

Seokjin responds with a coy smile, flashing his near perfect set of beautiful teeth while his eyes are trained on his book. There’s a small tint of red touching the tip of his ears but you ignore it only because he regains your attention with the click of his pen.

“This chapter explains the differences of type I error and type II error. Let’s help you understand the different types of ways to reject the null hypothesis.”

Another week glides by at a detrimentally slow pace, classwork overloading the only mental capacity you have left as you run on autopilot while working down at the shop. You’re strained, overworked, but just like every other college student you are willing to feed yourself through the ruthless and relentless poundings that ‘adulting’ has to offer. What you really need at the end of this hellish week is relaxation, something to wind down with – preferably in a liquid format or stuffing your face full of discounted chocolates from your job. But you can’t.

Because it’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and besides doing homework you are working.

Though all has not been so bad actually. One professor of yours has canceled their classes due to a sickness, sending you and the rest of their students coursework through email and requesting just a summary of the chapters by next session. Another professor had a collective movie planned for this week, both classes being taken up by the lengthy film which allowed you to properly doze off if you were too tired for the time being. 

And then you have… well, there’s Seokjin. Who has given you so much undivided attention at your call that it has you second guessing everything. Even more concerning that you actually understood the given assignment – thanks to him, causing you to not actually need his assistance but he is still surely willing to attend to you. But you can’t say you are upset, no, you’re thrilled.

For the past three years you can’t help but to have a deep admiration for this man. He’s everything you ever dreamed of, even at such a young age you knew the type of man you are attracted to. Handsome. Easygoing. Confident, a deep thinker, and detail orientated. Seokjin checks off many of those boxes, the type of guy who you should take home to Mom, and the type of guy you can give your entire heart to if he’s lucky.

But as this week continues to move, you’re inching closer to the notorious holiday of Valentine’s, where down at the shop becomes much more demanding and you’re constantly reminded how you’re forever single. Haven’t received a single ask or gift ever since middle school years, unless it was hand-me-down candies through your friends, usually the treats they disliked. In your mind it’s a meaningless holiday anyways. Why have an infatuation, a celebration, of love and admiration between exchanges of goodies when you honestly could do this on any given day of the year?

Yet here you are. One single, lonely party who simply chooses to not even celebrate the event.

As Valentine’s Day falls on this upcoming Sunday, you are mentally preparing yourself for the busy weekend. Friday, you have lab – per usual – then a full night shift. Out of the goodness of your heart you have accepted Mrs. Kim’s proposal of more hours over the course of Saturday and Sunday in anticipation for engaging sales. Not like you have much of anything else to do.

Mateo, the kind soul he is, surprises you with a few small colored carnations instead of your typical gift of cheesy curly fries. The gesture is sweet, even though you belittle the sentiment initially, and Mateo smiles with pleasure because he knows at least something so small got you to smirk. It’s strongly platonic between the two of you, there is never that possibility one of you will slip up and catch feelings – plus Mateo knows your undying passion towards Seokjin. You’re basically, hopelessly, reserved.

As work calls for your presence, it also requests Seokjin’s attendance as well. Your lab class seems to go by fast, finally regulating those assignments to earn perfect or near-perfect grades, and also understanding the material much easier through Seokjin’s lectures. His detail-oriented notes, the slides he provides on the overhead projector, and also the highlights within the textbooks all serve as prime keys to help your brain wrap around the bliss of psychology statistics – and now you can confidently say you know what you are doing as you work along groups for a class exercise.

Strangely, you feel Seokjin invade your vicinity more often than usual. Earning a small comment by Mateo who insists something is fishy by the way he’s hovering over your shoulder. You nervously swallow, shaking your head at the foolish thoughts that flood your mind.

Someone calls your name when class is dismissed – dashing any hopes of catching the earlier bus to work before the start of your shift. Seokjin beckons you over with a nod, shoving his materials inside that thick black briefcase and grabbing his coat off the back of a rolling chair. Mateo waits patiently outside of the room until he witnesses the way Seokjin walks with you toward the door, giving him the idea that the two of you will not be heading out together.

“I have a question,” Seokjin speaks. He holds the door open for you to pass through before walking out behind you. “Were the exercises too easy for the class?”

You’re struggling to zip up your jacket, trying not to squish your flowers in the process as you reply mindlessly. “No, I don’t think so. Some people were confused in some areas. Why?”

“It seemed like it was too easy for you,” he smirks.

“I have a decent teacher who helps me with the confusing areas.”

Upon zipping up your jacket, you feel your binder slide out from under your arm. It crashes against the tile below the two of you, scattering pieces of paper across the area. Seokjin is quick to bend down, gathering as much of your materials for you before you join him. As he hands your materials back to you, he seems to be suspiciously eyeing your right hand, in which you hold the handful of carnations together.He doesn’t say anything at first, letting you two recollect yourselves before walking down the flight of stairs. But something inside of Seokjin dares to speak up, questioning something that surfaces inside of him. “Have you always celebrated?”

Seokjin gestures with his eyes at the mini bouquet in your hand, confusing you even further. “The flowers? Celebrating?” You laugh at the thought, taking a minute to register the meaning. “No, this is just a nice gift Mateo gave me. I haven’t celebrated in forever,” you exaggerate. “Not really into the obligations of the holiday. Shouldn’t need this as an excuse to treat someone you like nicely, you know?”

“Ah.” He nods, adjusting himself to continue down the path you two trail. “Makes sense.”

Both of you exit the building, shielding yourself from the blast of cold wind that hits you upon opening the door. Together, the two of you make your way up to the closest bus stop. Undeniably, you find yourself clutching your arms as close as possible to your body as you sneak yourself closer to Seokjin. It’s chilly in February above all.

There is no question of the act, neither of you notice the nearness until it comes to Seokjin halting in his tracks and you bump into his body in the process. You saunter back a few steps with an apology and a shiver, but he reacts in a different manner than you had expected. Instead of the classic, confused look you’re so used to receiving from the man he instead purses his lips together with a controlled exhale.

“Are you cold?” His delightful voice tunes in your ears.

“Very.”

Promptly, and swiftly, Seokjin slides off the scarf that hangs loosely around his neck and equips it around your own. You stand frozen as he folds the garment around and adjusts the hood of your jacket over your head without waiting for your permission. It smells of fresh tonka bean, warm and sweet. It hits you with reminiscences of almonds and cinnamon, a mouthwatering aroma that clouds your sinuses.

You blush, enormously, at the gesture and spike of kindness he grants you. Seokjin settles himself inside the small glass space, leaving you enough room to scoot by him.

As one, you each wait for the bus on the way to Kim’s Sweet’s Shop. 

Ding.

Handfuls of paper money exchange between hands, coins dispensed, and simultaneous beeps of the electronic devices of the register resound.

Ding.

It’s constant. The flow of people, messes around the counters, customers asking ten billion different questions on this busy Sunday. You’re back and forth between the front and rear of the store, searching for more stock or helping your co-workers and bosses with any free time you have to spare. Your poor feet carry the constant weight of your walk, aching from standing on flat surfaces for too darn long.

Ding.

Another chime, one of many, tunes above all noise to signal another sale. Even overcomes the noise of the bells that jingle above the entrance door. Your hands fumble boxes of plastic sealed chocolates crafted in shapes of bitter hearts which probably taste like heaven. Mrs. Kim who runs the register for now notices the time closing in, where she and her husband will clock out and you’re left with Seokjin and one other part-time worker who leaves the last hour before closing.

Ding.

“Y/n, you should probably take your break now before you run out of time.” Mrs. Kim smiles as you approach her with a new stockpile to fill the small individual goodie bags that emptied around the counter. “I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed. Get some food in you.” You glance around briefly to make sure the store is good to lose a worker for thirty minutes but Mrs. Kim insists you haul yourself to the back office area for some well-earned rest.

You nod, stopping as you notice a woman standing off to the side who looks out of place. She holds a small box with a bow, a single rose in hand while examining the crowds. You follow her gaze to the back of Seokjin’s head and you feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“Is she being helped?” You turn to Mrs. Kim while loosening the tie around your apron.

In the middle of a sale she responds politely, “Ah, yes. She’s waiting for Jin.” Her warm cheeks raise a pink tone to them.

“One of his woman-suitors I’m guessing?”

“She’s been coming around recently. I’m not sure to be honest. None of my business unless it’s her buying goods from the store,” she smiles innocently, completely clueless to the way your face drains to disappointment.

You fake-laugh along with her chuckles, turning on your heel to step toward the back and out of view. Whatever type of appetite you thought you had diminished instantly, taking the food you had stored in a lunchbox and dumping the contents into a nearby garbage. You sit anxiously at the office table, alone. Tapping away at your phone with any game, any social media, any thing that could possibly distract your mind from where it continues to run to.

He’s seeing someone. Of course he is, you’re not blind – and neither is anyone else. Kim Seokjin is exactly the type of man every person needs in their life. It’s not the first time you’ve seen a lovely lady hanging around the shop, this isn’t news to you though this time it hits you harder. It reminds you of where you exactly stand.

You work for his parents. You’re acquainted. You are his student. And that never passed to anything more. Even when your mind trails into the odd possibility, the slim chance that maybe – just maybe – perhaps Seokjin was getting closer with you within these past weeks.

But now you know. I mean, you already knew… didn’t you?

So you return from your shortened break with a changed attitude. You still swiftly assist customers left and right, busying yourself to ignore the blow to your feelings and ego. But you maintain a safe distance away from Seokjin, especially when you notice how grumbly you become with any interaction you see once it concerns him with any other being. Logically, you know he’s just being that dazzling superhero that you know him to be. Amazing. Spectacular. Stupendous.

But irrationally, your feelings shift your frame of mind. Every little thing ends up causing you distress. You hate these sufferings; you dislike that he doesn’t see or choose you. And you dislike how after all this time, you still love him.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Kim leave the shop up to the rest of you. Thankfully it’s Sunday, so casual store hours are typically shorter than normal but for the holiday your store stays open only an extra two hours to accommodate the last-minute candy lovers. Sooner than later, your secondary co-worker also clocks out for the night. Leaving just you and Seokjin.

Your fingers hook around a pile of chocolate bars that were misplaced, seeking their correct homes next to the cotton candy stand near the entryway. You brush past Seokjin, minding to stay as distant as possible along the perimeter of the store layout. This day just needs to end, you need to go back home and mope about your bedroom or something.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Your name rings through the air. Any other time you wouldn’t mind hearing it from the charming voice out of your crush’s lips, but now it pains you. The wound is too fresh to handle.

So, you ignore him. Go about doing your associate duties, cleaning, assisting, whatever you need to do to not answer him back. You chew in the inside of your lip when his voice gets closer, his feet tapping away on the hardwood flooring below you.

“Y/n!”

Your head stays down trying to path yourself away from him but to your unfortunate luck, Seokjin’s hand comes out to grip your elbow. He reads your body language, how you refuse to look back to him when addressing you and now he’s even more confused at your act.

Shakily, you breathe out. “What do you want?”

“What’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“It’s nothing,” you cut, dryly.

Seokjin snaps his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “You wouldn’t be treating me like this if it were just ‘nothing’. You’ve been in a mood all night. Please tell me what’s going on.” He tugs on your arm enough to pull you to the side near the closest cabinet.

“Jin, really. It’s really nothing,” you lie through your teeth. You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, the pent-up anger raging deep inside of you.

Seokjin forces his face in your view, trying to connect your eyes to his. “Y/n, please look at me.” His hand slides down the length of your arm toward your wrist, not before you recoil fast from the touch. He’s shocked momentarily and glances around the shop for any remaining customers, but thankfully it’s empty. “Are you okay?”

“Just stop. Let me just do my work so I can go home.”

He doesn’t like the way you seem to be, detached and hidden. Seokjin is used to seeing your bright smile, the fits of giggles from something you find funny, a cheerful beauty. “Please tell me what happened,” he continues to prod, not realize that the problem is actually… him.

Finally, you snap after your pleas continue to get ignored. All the stupid number of times you’ve felt frustrated over something so silly, so pathetic, so unnecessary that deals with Seokjin finally falling down like a Jenga tower. “I’m a fucking idiot. That’s what the problem is. Ok! So, please, just stop asking me if I’m alright or what’s the matter. It’s nothing important!” You feel your hands start to shake, and your heart races inside your ribcage.

Seokjin blinks at you, strong brows furrowed. He sees the pain hidden behind the piercing stare you give him. “What are you talking about? You’re not –“

“Yes, unfortunately, I am. All this fucking time…” You begin to trail off into a fit. “From the constant flock of people begging to be at your side. To all the times where I just feel invisible. All this time. I just can’t shake it. Four fuckin’ years.” Curse words fall freely out of your mouth like it’s second nature. “I’m tired of liking you, Jin.”

Before Seokjin can even register everything you’re spilling, he’s reaching out to you once again to comfort you. His palm contacts your arm but this time you turn to him with frustration, the candy bars still held in your hand fly forward at Seokjin’s chest out of retaliation.

“You’re not listening to me,” you bark, tears stinging the brim of your eyes. “It hurts me every single time, Jin. You don’t see me! It’s always someone else!”

You realize too late the situation you have put both you and Seokjin in. Assaulting your higher up with plastic wrapped candies, swearing like a sailor, and openly confessing your feelings toward the one person you never wanted to tell. The moment you notice, your mouth is dropping “I’m sorry!” left and right.

Seokjin levels his stare from the scattered candies on the floor back to you, his body remains dangerously still for the amount of movement he was just doing minutes before. He glares at you; no apologetic look evident on his features what-so-ever. It startles you.

“Jin, I-I didn’t mean it. I am so sorry!”

He says nothing. Not one word as he turns on his feet, walking straight over to the entrance and flipping over the hanging sign in the window. You wait to call out for him, let alone even move from your spot in the empty store. Seokjin continues to pull down the shades of each window, securing the locks in place without even giving you a second glance.

His broad shoulders look tense from the way he shuffles about, closing up shop unaccompanied by your help. Seokjin’s entire demeanor shifts, the lack of his response back to your questions only makes you feel worse about yourself.

You hesitate to gather the candies around your feet after admitting defeat. You completely, and utterly, fucked up any chance you had.

“Don’t you dare pick those up.”

His dark voice forces a jolt from you. Wide eyes scan over to where he’s standing at the register, counting the drawer while paying you no attention. You remain frozen, confused what to even do. Is this your queue to just up and leave? He already has decided to close the store regardless of the time, clearly not needing your aid. But you refuse to stand in the same spot any longer.

“Jin,” you step forward. “I’m sorr –“

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe you are an idiot,” he chuckles to himself with a shake of his head.

You close your mouth at that. Feeling another twang to your heartstrings snap. There was no question what you want to do now; you strut forward toward the back to gather your supplies.

Seokjin continues to speak while finishing up the numbers for the system, “You’re an idiot for not realizing how I feel about you.”

Before entering the back office, hand latching around the handle, you pause in your tracks. Slowly you twist your head to look over your shoulder at Seokjin’s back. He knows you’re listening to him by the lack of movement.

“You’re also an idiot for throwing those chocolates at me, but I can forgive you for that.”

“What did you say?” You turn to him, confusion flooding your senses.

Seokjin turns to you with a sealed bag of money, plopping it to the counter. He gestures for you to come toward him. “For four years,” he twists your words. “For four years I have liked you.”

You roll your eyes, feeling like this is another poly of hurting you. “I don’t need you to make me sound like a fool,” you huff angrily.

He meets you halfway instead, sighing like a weight has fallen off his shoulders. “I’m not, Y/n. I genuinely like you. This entire time. I don’t care which people come knockin’ at my door, if they’re not you then I do not care.”

Your throat feels tight, face hot from the anger and blush – you honestly can’t decide what’s to blame. “This doesn’t make any sense. You’re messing with me.”

With an attempt of turning, Seokjin slides a hand around your waist to hold you still. The other palm reaches carefully for your cheek, thumbing along your jawline. “I like you, Y/n. I’m not lying.” He leans in closer to you, checking for any resistance before placing a kiss atop your forehead. He stares at your lips but waits for your response first.  

Your heart dances wildly inside your chest, eyes stare wide back at Seokjin who just smirks at your reaction. Unmoving, you feel like your soul has officially left your body.

“W-what?”

“Holy shit, I really have to spell this out for you.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re so infuriating sometimes, I swear.” Seokjin backs you up to the nearest wall, hands planting on each of your hips. “I didn’t want to do this until I knew I could give you everything. You couldn’t even give me the privilege to court you properly when I was ready for Christ’s sake. Y/n, all I do is school and work. My schedule is constantly packed, busy bettering my place in life. It’s necessary for me,” he pauses for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. “I didn’t want to pursue you knowing that it would only be a half-ass relationship where I couldn’t give you everything,” he exhales. “I didn’t want to prevent you from finding someone else either.”

“You… you could have told me at least,” you whisper softly.

“And what kind of person would that have made me? I couldn’t expect you to wait, to give you these high hopes! That’s so unfair to you, Y/n.” Seokjin stares at you dumbfounded.

You’re so clueless to what has been happening behind the scenes, even listening to the words from his own lips you still can’t believe it. “Jin, I –“

“And every day you continue to stare at me with those hopeless eyes. No. No more excuses. Listen to me.”

Your eyes trail down to his plump lips that glisten from the swipe of his tongue. You swallow thickly at the craning of your neck, as a consequence to Seokjin’s hand tilting your head up to meet him for a soft kiss. It’s sweet and warm, a feather-light peck as tangible as the first lick of ice cream. He hovers inches away from you, the two of you breathing slowly.

“You understand now?” He grins.

Automatically drunk on the first taste of Seokjin, you nod your head obediently. You connect your lips back to his, seizing this moment for as long as you can. Trying to register to feelings that come from it. Seokjin pushes you back against the wall with more force, pinning you between him and steadying you. His tongue dips out between his lips, swiping against yours for permission. You happily grant it, eagerly, and excitedly you reciprocate the action just as fast.

It doesn’t matter, right now, how there’s unanswered questions flooding your head. Concerns you want to quip up. All you can possibly fathom is the endless sparks blasting off in your mind, all the endorphins of excitement from finally having the man of your dreams.

Your hands grip firmly against his strong shoulders, deepening the kiss with fervor. Together you battle with the wet muscle of your mouths, easily forgetting the setting you each are in. Seokjin groans with the jut of his hips, pushing himself harder against you and more near your center.

The build up of pining and frustrations finally closes down on each of you, mentally, emotionally… physically. Your hands race through those luscious, thick dark locks of his with a tug. Seokjin nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, attaching his mouth to the column of your neck instead.

“No confusion?” He groans deep, hands snaking behind you to grip the knot of your customized apron.

“N-No,” you gasp at the wet stripe of saliva he leaves against your supple skin.

“Good girl.”

Seokjin reaches behind your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to the counter. The display of goodie bags knock over in the haste, sending the pieces to the floor to accommodate your body. He rids you of your dainty apron, throwing the material to the side after eliminating his own in the same manner. He finds the waistline of your jeans, popping open the button with the flick of his deft thumb and hooking the rest of his skillful fingers around the fabric.

“Lift,” he commands with a yank, shuffling down the pants to your thighs. He mumbles openly, more to himself but his aggravations with you are very evident. “This entire time you really thought there was nothing,” he huffs. “Like I didn’t do anything to help you or show you… Nothing at all? All the while I’m fuckin’ busy with other shit. Always dropping what I could when I had the time to help you.”

“How was I supposed to know with no clarification? I had no clue…” You muttered back, regret filling your stomach the moment his sharp eyes make contact with yours. “I have the hugest crush on you and you just… never gave me… never saw –“

“Everyone – and I do literally mean everyone – can see how much you like me, Y/n. And I promise you, they can tell you the same for me. Acting on it is a different situation.”

He’s fast bringing you back into a swift kiss, pushing your back down against the counter in the process. Seokjin peppers a trail of wet smooches down the expanse of your torso, rushing himself to a kneeling position. He flicks the strap of your underwear, smirking at the fussy string. “No wonder why you’ve been such a miserable person these days. Wearing thongs as thin as licorice wringing up between your ass like this is probably driving you nuts.”

Seokjin gives you no time to retaliate, taking the useless garment and the rest of your pants and sliding them down your legs. You want to shy away, especially from the heated stare Seokjin gives your core. His palms hold your legs open for him to give him full view, hunger taking over his cravings.

“We really shouldn’t be… it’s your families –“

“My shop. I do what I please.”

You moan from the curious prodding of his fingers, swiping them up your inner thigh. He greets your heated core, soft and wet to the touch. With a quick insert of a single digit he curls it up against the roof of your cunt. You automatically clamp down, chest heaving, and hands flying out to grip the cool edge of the counter.

He chuckles with a kiss to your thigh, his other hand quick to grab an item to his left and lifting it to your parting mouth. “Open. I don’t want to hear from your little mouth so suck on this until I’m finished with you.”

A lollipop makes its way past your teeth, the sweet tangy cherry flavor touches your taste buds and your tongue swirls around the hardened candy. Instant saliva circles the inners of your mouth, causing you to swallow anxiously with a moan.

“Attagirl,” Seokjin dips a second finger into your squeezing hole. “Suck on that while I make a mess of you down here. I bet you taste sweeter than any flavor in this shop. Want me to test that theory out?”

His soft lips push dangerously against your clit in an instant, pinching the bud between the two appendages that adorn his face. Your head bangs against the surface below you, a sharp inhale of surprise escapes your nose.

His fingers push hard against your walls, stroking you in a ‘come hither’ motion as his tongue dances around your clit and down to your clenching entrance. Your slick is like fresh caramel, sticky and buttery. Seokjin hums satisfaction, finger-fucking you more to increase the excitement of your lower region. By the soft exhales from above he acknowledges the way you must be feeling – your cunt already gluttonously sucks him in enough to tell.

“Squeeze me more,” he commands with a harsh suck to your clit. “Feels amazing having my fingers in you, doesn’t it?”

You nearly choke from the item in your mouth at the way you thrust your head to the side, legs welding around Seokjin’s head as he flicks his wrist into you. He’s relentless with his pace, the tips of his fingers probing into the squishiest part of your insides. Quivering under his ministrations your body acts on its own accord, directed by the man shifted between your thighs.

A sudden tingling sensation rushes with urgency, coming close to the edge of a desirable bliss… though he pulls away. Stripping you from his mouth and fingers, he smiles coyly down at the shake of your hips.

“You’re not going to cum that easily.” Seokjin’s hands slide you closer to him, slotting his pelvis against your center as he stands from the floor. A prominent bulge strains against the fabric of his pants, only cloth, a zipper, and a flimsy button holding it back. It’s stiff as he steadily pushes against you, soaking some of your leaking slick onto him. “How many times recently have you been a pain in my ass? Do you remember?”

You shrug, too preoccupied with the fading orgasm and now persistent pressure straight onto your cunt. Before you attempt to speak, even with an obstruction in your mouth, Seokjin flips you. Ass for display, right next to the array of chocolates behind a glass counter. Your knees bang against the drawers while finding your footing, jolting the moment a harsh palm finds it to the flesh of your cheek.

“That’s for your refusal of letting me assist you when you were hurt.”

You groan, slurping hard on your lollipop from the next slap to your butt.

“ – For interrupting my class and causing a scene.”

“How about for the countless times you’ve grilled a person for being too close to me? Yeah, you should get another one for that.”

His hand repeats it’s assault, reddening the skin even more. Your breathing becomes more erratic, shaky through your nose. Seokjin leans down closer to you, making the next words out of his mouth more detrimental… dark.

“Do you think you should get more for the times you sassed me? Ignored me? Disobeyed me?” He tsk’s at the look of your pleading eyes. His hand dips lower to touch your neglected clit, pushing the pad of his finger around it and smirking at the immediate arch of your back. “How about more just because you’re loving this too much?”

Your eyes widen with panic of him calling you out, but the excitement that comes with it sends shivers through your spine. He bites his luscious bottom lip with the tilt of his head, his eyes clouded with desire. Seokjin doesn’t delay the oncoming spanks to your awaiting ass, cheeks giggling with each blow. The lollipop from your mouth hits the counter, rolling off to the floor as you whine between your teeth.

He’s right you know. You do love this.

“F-fuck me,” you curse at the stinging sensations rippling on your backside.

You feel the support of his hands lifting you by your shoulders, forcing you to a stand. You feel a constant throb between your legs, a reminder of how turned on your body is. With the swiftness of a gazelle he has you down on your knees in no time, propped in front of him with a thirsty mouth.

“You’re not supposed to speak yet,” he reminds with a tap to your chin. “Now I have to shut you up another way. Go on, take it out for me.”

He gives you an expectant look; who are you to say no at a time like this?

You rush, yanking his pants down along with his briefs. You smile at the shiny tip of his cockhead, glistening from leaky precum and your stomach does somersaults with excitement. He’s well groomed, you didn’t expect any less. His entire length makes you blush, even the pop of the veins that dress the underside of his shaft has you electrified.

You want to lick it, taste it, touch it… gag on it.

Compliant to his next order, you open your mouth, flashing a bright cherry-tinted colored tongue. You’re too enraptured with the ideas stirring inside of you, you didn’t realize the sudden dark syrup liquid drizzling down on his dick at first. It drips slow like molasses, raspberry sweetness runs down his cock, waiting for you to lick it all up.

You glance up with wonder, eyeing the bottle Seokjin holds in his hand from the tray of ice cream toppings. “Don’t waste it,” his other hand comes in contact with the back of your head. “Clean it all up.”

His fingers grip at your roots, easing you closer to his pink bulbous head. You open wide, feeling the heavy drag of his warm, swollen cock diving into your mouth. He feeds you inch by inch, allowing your wet muscle to slurp around his dick like a jolly rancher – savoring the flavor of his natural essence and juicy raspberry.

A moan resonates through your throat feeling his tip slide further, threatening to cram deep into your mouth. The second Seokjin feels your resistance he chuckles, pulling back slowly to admire the shine of saliva covering his appendage. Your hands glide up the expanse of his thighs, feeling the smooth skin under your fingers. “You’re not finished, there’s more on the top.”

His hand brings you down, shoving his length back into you. The intrusion has you surprised. You choke out a moan, nearly gagging at the force while staring up at Seokjin’s approving smile. You feel the way he twitches inside of you, the way his face loses composure at the pleasure, and you find yourself wetter than before.

With the sudden burst of praise you conclude in your mind, you push forward, taking Seokjin in as much – as deep – as you can. You feel the flush of his pubes against the tip of your nose as your throat stretches to fit him in.

Seokjin coughs back a groan, his knees threatening to buckle from under him. “S-such a good girl now. Yeah?” He recedes his cock, giving you a second to breath before repeating the action. You taste the sugars and salts that coat his dick, a tangible flavor you greedily swallow.

Gradually he continues, giving you no choice but to eat him up and all he’s worth. Spit drools out the sides of your hallowing mouth, leaking down to your chin. After a partial hard thrust, forcing a delicious gag from you, he retracts once more while his fingers are quick to grip your jaw.

He checks in with you, speculates the shine of your eyes and erratic breathing. You nod with fluttering eyelashes, reaching out to take him back in.

“No, no. You’ve done great, stand back up.”

Your knees ache from the hardwood floor below you, stress finally releasing off of the weight you placed on them as you adjust yourself to a normal posture. Seokjin is quick to close the gap between the two of you, swiping his tongue at the corner of your lips.

“Jin,” you moan at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your backside, squeezing the flesh of your sore ass. “Jin, please fuck me.” You match his lips, reconnecting another with a heated kiss. Shoving your tongue as deep as possible against his only shows your power, the fire and emotion you have.

He shuffles himself closer, pants slinking further down his legs as he does. “Does my girl want that? Want me to fuck her, here, against this counter?”

“Please,” you whine, already raising your shirt above your head. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Seokjin unclasps the bra to assist your frantic need to strip, taking the article of clothing off your shoulders as fast as he can. “Come here,” he drags you further back into the shop beside the fudge station. He pushes aside the random utensils on the space in a rush, leading you to bend over the corner. “I want that ass up,” he taps your hips. “Show me that dripping pussy.”

You lean as far down as possible, arching your back with a wave of your backside. Your chest lands on the cold surface, but what surprises you more is the cool temperature running down your spine. It continues down the expanse of your back and over the hump of your ass.

He laughs at the curious look over your shoulder, noticing a container that says Marshmallow Fluff. The white substance sticks to you while Seokjin positions himself behind you. “You taste so sweet, what’s the harm of adding a few more things. I have unlimited choices,” he speaks with a wink. “Tell me, strawberry or cherries?”

Seokjin holds up the two fruits, succulent and red, and you find yourself favoring the rounder choice. He pulls the steam off a cherry, feeding you the food after swiping some fluff onto it. You hum at the flavor, smiling at Seokjin who does the same.

His face comes close to yours one last time, kissing you once on the lips and then placing a peck to your temple. “I want you to know now,” he whispers with a deep voice. His fingers probe your entrance excitedly, running the digits along your slit. “I’m going to have you. No matter how long it’ll take me. I’m going to make you remember everything about this.”

Your mind doesn’t realize what he’s referencing because it has turned into mush the moment his wet muscle licks against your skin to lap up the line of marshmallow fluff. He sucks, nips, and leaves streaks of saliva in his path. His fingers dip into you as a tease, collecting your slick to coat his cock with before lining up against your entrance.

You feel the smooth tip of his dick asking for permission against you, slipping between your lips in a juicy fashion. Eagerly, you’re already pushing back onto him. He grants you with what you desire, the sting of the first fresh stretch of his cock infiltrating past your walls.

Your mouth hangs with a gasp, sighing when he sinks himself in deeper. You clench immediately, pushing against him every time he threatens to pull back. He pants heavily while thrusting as time goes on, each snap of his swiveling hips has your legs ramming into the side of the counter. A hand grips your hip while the other latches around your shoulder for optimal support, using his strength and weight to fuck into you.

The coil in your lower stomach grew, a sensation opening your senses to an impending orgasm. Your voice threatens to break as you speak, “Jin… I’m close.”

With all the worked-up situations from all earlier activities, no wonder how fast your body is ready to cave the moment Seokjin’s cock fills you to the brim.

“You’re going to cum for me.”

It isn’t a question, definitely a demand that matched the wolfish grin he wears. He continues to snap into you, hearing the squelching noises from that delicious pussy of yours. You whine at a certain movement, the one where he arches himself down against your walls and has his balls slapping against your exposed clit. You bend at the chase of his stroke, opening your legs as wide and perking your ass as far up until you finally feel it.

The washing effect that has your body vibrating underneath Seokjin and limps reaching out to hold onto anything to stabilize yourself. Your breathless, smiling wickedly through your climax as your eyes screw shut.

“That’s my girl – fuck, you look amazing.” He grits through his teeth, never easing up. “You want my cum? My cream?” He chuckles, “I know exactly where I want to put it.”

You groan with a frantic nod, feeling the everlasting pulses of your walls fluttering around his cock. Anything, anywhere, you don’t care what he does with it – or you.

He’s faster now, using your body to knock him off the edge until he’s finally ready to release. He pulls out with a groan, resounding a grunt as he shoves his cock between your two ass cheeks and squeezes them against it. He milks himself, cockhead popping out to shoot ribbons of white, warm ropes onto your back. They vary in lengths and volumes, some stringy and others just large wads of his cum.

Still moments of silence pass by, only the breaths of another can be heard. Seokjin’s hands roam your sides, rubbing softly into your skin and curves. You take your time standing back up, watching the way your knees wobble briefly until you regain control of them. Seokjin is quick to protect your back from knocking into anything, holding you cautiously to the side until he gathers a few dispensable towels.

Slowly he helps clean up the mess between the two of you, making sure to rid any evidence that the two of you literally just had sex inside his family establishment. Together, you both help another with clothes and picking up the array of fallen objects – most definitely not forgetting the lollipop left on the floor.

Both of you smirk or giggle at another, shaking your heads shamelessly and hovering hands find another. You feel the heat present on your face, scarlet probably burnt into your skin by now.

“You feel alright?” He looks over to you as he’s fast away at whipping down the counter with a strong sanitizer.

“Mhm,” you smirk as you turn away. Walking to the trash to dispose of a few items, “I feel good. How about you?”

“I feel… better,” he nods with his declaration. “Yeah, much better.”

Curiously, Seokjin steps near you with arms open. He looks for the opportunity to hug you, holding you close to his body as you lean into him.

“Does this make us anything? Or… something?” You weren’t sure if this was the time or place to ask him, but you figured knowing now before leaving his side is the only opportunity you’ll have for a clear answer.

Seokjin pats your head slightly, brushes his lips against your cheek. “I’m still going to be very busy,” he starts. When he finally has your eyes on him he proceeds, “As much as I would love to give everything I have to you, I know I won’t be able to. Not until I’m finished with schooling at least. I’m not sure if you can accept me right now. I don’t want to put you through something like that, you deserve to have my full attention.”

You nod, befuddled. Trying your best to agree with what he’s saying. You can’t help but to want to be with him, through thick and thin. So when your eyebrows start to furrow and lips start to jut out in a pout, Seokjin is quick to hush your worries.

“Y/n, I don’t want to put an emotional toll on you. I can tell you this though,” he’s quick to link his fingers with yours and bring your hand up to his lips. “You’re the one I’ll be coming for. When I can properly court you and take you out. Tonight will be a great memento to reminisce on… and motivate me.”

“Ok…” You murmur. There is a feeling of relief that washes over you to help calm the unnerving motion of your stomach. “I can handle that. But I can’t guarantee anything. what’s to say this won’t happen again because I get emotional or something?”

Seokjin laughs after leaving a chaste kiss to your knuckles, “Then maybe that can be another thing I can look forward to.”

You playfully slap his arm, softly scolding him for the tinge of perverted-ness but you’re honestly not upset at all. “I can accept this. I understand that you’re just trying to get through everything first before having another commitment, especially a possible lengthy one…?” You eyed him suspiciously, referencing the potential future ‘relationship’ that floats around the two of you.

“Without a doubt it’ll be a strong commitment,” he smirks, squeezing you slightly for good measure. “Plus with the way you maintain a jealous bug and the way I’m so pleasantly helpful, I’m sure our combination will work great!”

“I was only jealous because I had no clue!” You whine, making Seokjin smile even wider.  

“Don’t worry, no need to get fussy with me. You know what happens at this point if you do,” he wiggles his eyebrows with a pointed look at the counter the two of you just defiled.

You can’t help but to shake your head at his ridiculousness. He’s right – and you know it. A grin stretches on your face at the roll of your eyes, huffing in defeat.

The two of you walk back to the office to collect your personal items and toss on your heavy coats. Seokjin finds the proper placement for the register money back inside the secured safe while you clean up the messy tabletop.

He watches you hesitantly hand over his scarf he had loaned you the other day, returning it to it’s rightful owner. With a swift movement he takes the garment and places it back around your neck, pulling taut to make a barricade from the cold outside air.

“Keep it,” he takes your hand in his and ushers you to the exit of the store. “It’ll remind you to never worry where my heart will be.” His words make you blush and you find yourself snuggling closer to the material while unlocking the door to the outside world.

Suddenly, Seokjin gasps before forcing the door shut and locking it back up as he beelines away from you. “Holy shit, where’s the video?”

You jump, observing Seokjin running over to the computer set up and clicking frantically away on the mouse. He’s cursing under his breath, eyes petrified and glued onto the screen.

“Video?” You look around, finally eyeing a device hanging from the ceiling with a blinking red dot. Your mouth drops, stomach caving in at the wretched thought of your escapade of indecency being recorded every single aching moment.

“There’s like seven cameras in the store,” Seokjin speaks. Clicking open file after file, searching for timestamps and marking the recordings with a checkmark. Each and every single one of them get deleted, vanished from the folders – yes even the recycle one. He’ll have to figure out how to explain how all the cameras mysteriously cut off all at the same time if the conversation happens.

“Did you delete them all? Are you sure?” You’re frantic with him, quadruple checking that everything has been removed.

Seokjin runs his hands down his face, chuckling to himself. “What was I thinking. God, I’m so idiotic for fucking in the store. If my parents saw that…”

“Thank heavens they will never,” you clarify with a nervous giggle.

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Forget Me Not Teaser | KNJ

pairing: kim namjoon x female reader

genre: smut, slight angst, some crack maybe?

au: exes to lovers, valentine’s day

rating: explicit, nsfw, 18+

teaser word count: 400ish (unedited)

final word count: TBD

warnings: slight angst, assumed cheating, alcohol consumption, dry humping, some heavy petting, heated make out sessions, daddy kink, bratty reader, dom namjoon, cocksleeve kink, use of sex toys (vibrator), unprotected sex, condom got lost in the mail, cream pie, oral sex (m & f), blowjob, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, namjoon got a big ol’ cock, nipple biting, marking, orgasm denial, orgasm control, some gently choking

Posting: Wednesday, February 10th —> read it here

a/n: this will be my first collab and my first official posted smut oneshot. banner made by @kimtaehyunq​ Thank you, Maggie, for recruiting me to be a part of this valentine’s day collab! I love you lots. *smooches*

this is a part of the be my bangtanvine collab!

excerpt:  “I’m sorry, Joonie,” you say to him as you take a step closer, leaning in with your hand on his chest to give him a quick kiss. He turns away from you just slightly, jaw still clenched as you place a small peck on his cheek. You feel terrible, knowing you should have given him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn’t reverting back to his old ways. That he was really trying to prove to you that he changed. You place another kiss on his cheek, following it up with a few quick kisses on his neck that you feel make him shiver. Your lips twitch up into a smile, knowing you’re breaking through his cold demeanor. 

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. A name he loved that you called him, one that you used to your favor to help get you out of trouble. You make your way up to his ear, nibbling on it just slightly before you whisper seductively,  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

You feel his body stiffen as you trail your hand down his chest and down to the front of his jeans. Your palm barely grazes his growing bulge when he grabs your wrist in his hand, snatching it away from him causing you to back away in surprise. He wraps his other arm around you, his other hand pressing at the small of your back to keep you close to him. Your eyes flicker to his and you let out a small gasp as you meet his hooded gaze. You barely notice the smirk he gives as he leans in towards your ear. 

“Oh, no baby. It seems like someone has forgotten her manners.” The deep timber of his voice sends shivers down your spine, straight to your core. You feel the wetness of your arousal leaking from you and you involuntarily rub your thighs together to try and find some relief as he continues the seductive assault on your ear. “Only good girls get to call me Daddy. Disobedient little brats call me Mr. Kim.” He pulls back just slightly away from you, his dark eyes meeting your gaze once again. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

You cock your head to the side, licking your lips before you give him the most innocent smile. “I am so, so sorry, Mr. Kim.”

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● finished  | ✎ WIP 

a - angst  | f - fluff  | s - smut  | v - violence

Forget Me Not  ●  a, s, f Namjoon x reader        ↳    exes to lovers, part of the Be My Bangtanvine Collab for Valentines 2021

Evolver  ✎ a, s, v  Namjoon x reader, Jin x reader        ↳    evolver!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au, superpower!au              ↳ Masterlist

Teach Me  ●  a, s, f Namjoon x reader        ↳    hybrid au, roommates to lovers, wolf hybrid!namjoon x human! reader, submission for Bangtan Sorciere writing games                ↳ House Jincubus presents: Room of Restraints (April 2021)

The Lonely Hearts Club  ✎ a, s, f  Namjoon x reader, Jin x reader, Taehyung x reader  [Coming soon]        ↳ bakery owner!reader, idiots to lovers               ↳ Teaser

Underneath the Ginkgo Tree  ✎ a, f  Namjoon x reader        ↳ photographer!reader, slight time travel!au, soulmate(if you squint)!au, strangers to lovers, influenced by the movie The Lake House              ↳ Teaser

Yours to Keep  ✎ a, s, Namjoon x reader       ↳ breakup!au, exes to lovers!au, idol!au             ↳ Teaser

No Room for Love ✎ a, f, s, v Jin x reader         ↳    ceo!au, enemies to lovers!au             ↳ Masterlist

The Lonely Hearts Club  ✎ a, s, f  Jin x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader  [Coming soon]       ↳ bakery owner!reader, idiots to lovers              ↳ Teaser 

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exile. ✎ a, s, v Jimin x reader [Coming soon]            ↳    mafia!au

Summer in December  ●  f  Taehyung x reader       ↳ hogwarts!au, friends to lovers, hufflepuff!taehyung, slytherin!reader

The Lonely Hearts Club  ✎ a, s, f  Taehyung x reader, Namjoon x reader, Jin x reader  [Coming soon]      ↳ bakery owner!reader, idiots to lovers             ↳ Teaser

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