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How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! || Ch.1 — jjk.
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Day 0
“Y/N, can I see you in my office?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the ambient buzz of the office as he appeared at your cubicle. You blinked up at him, his request causing a ripple of curiosity among your surrounding coworkers, though no one dared to show it openly.
You hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind. Was I in trouble? Did he hate my last research project? Your mind raced through the possibilities. Yoongi had praised your work just last week, but what if he’d changed his mind? The thought of him taking back his compliments made your stomach twist. With a sigh, you saved your work and rose to follow him. The walk to his office felt unnervingly like being summoned to the principal’s office in high school.
Though your colleagues barely glanced in your direction, the nerves still had your palms sweating. You tried to wipe them discreetly on your pants as you stepped inside his office.
Yoongi moved behind his desk with casual ease, sinking into his chair as though he hadn’t just rattled your nerves with his sudden appearance. You stood awkwardly for a moment until he waved you toward the chair in front of his desk.
“You can relax, Y/N. You’re not in trouble,” he said, his tone gentle but amused. It was clear he could feel the tension radiating off you.
“I know, I know. I’m just a worrywart. You know that,” you laughed softly, though it came out more anxious than you’d intended. “So… why did you want to see me?”
Yoongi leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the desk as he watched you. “I’ve have an assignment for you. Something better than your usual research work.”
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he began rifling through the disorganized pile of files and papers littering his desk. You’d been at Composure for a while, mostly doing background research for other writers’ articles. But you’d been hoping for an opportunity to step out of the shadows, to prove yourself as more than just a behind-the-scenes contributor. Maybe this is it?
When Yoongi finally found what he was looking for, he pulled out an old magazine and dropped it in front of you with a soft thud. You glanced down at the cover, your eyes widening as you saw the issue was from 2003.
“How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days,” Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair with a knowing glint in his eyes.
You picked up the magazine and began flipping through it, skimming the pages until you found the article. A sense of familiarity washed over you—this was one of those interesting pieces people still whispered about around the office. “I’m confused.”
“This piece was a massive hit when it came out,” he explained, lacing his fingers together as he leaned back. “Lana, one of the higher-ups, was the editor at the time this particular piece came out. She brought it up recently, said she thinks it’s time for something like this to make a comeback.”
“You want me to do this?” you asked, still reeling from the audacity of the concept. You skimmed through the details, noting the original author, Andy. She had gone to extreme lengths to sabotage a relationship for the sake of the article. You couldn’t help but cringe at some of the tactics she’d employed.
“Not exactly,” Yoongi replied with a small chuckle. “The feedback back then was that the whole experiment felt a bit too unrealistic. Readers loved it and it was a funny read, but many thought they don’t do things this intense. Lana’s idea was to take the same concept, but… stretch it out.”
“Stretch it out?” you echoed, still trying to wrap your head around the idea.
“Yeah. Ten days is too quick for something like this. We want to make it feel more genuine. Instead of a mad dash to drive the guy away, we want to see what happens over a longer period. A month, maybe two. Let the tension build naturally.”
You leaned back in your chair, letting the idea swirl around in your head. It was ambitious, maybe even a bit reckless, but there was no denying it would be a challenge.. “So… you want me to date someone and—what? Subtly sabotage it over time?”
“Exactly. Actually date but do all the classic early relationship mistakes,” Yoongi explained, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the concept. “It’s an experiment in human behavior, relationships, and how much people are willing to overlook.”
“So like talking about something personal way too fast, or inviting yourself into their life way too quickly and then write about it?” you prattled on a bit, it was picking at the ideas in your brain in the right way.
Yoongi smiled, clearly pleased with your interest. “I brought this to you because you have more than proven yourself here. You’ve been doing excellent research, and I want to see how you handle something of this scale. Especially because this would be a feature piece.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment, but there was still a question gnawing at you. “I’m glad you are trusting me with something like this, especially with such a high-profile piece. But… I have to ask, sir—why do you think I’m the right person for this?”
Yoongi leaned forward slightly, his expression more thoughtful. “Because I want to challenge you. I like your research and I like how you write, you understand the people who read our columns on a deeper level. I think you have more in you. I want to see if you can handle something outside of your comfort zone.” His voice softened, but the weight of his words wasn’t lost on you. “And after something like this, I’d be more than happy to move you on to bigger and better pieces.”
The subtle hint of a promotion sent a jolt of excitement through you. “Really?”
“Really,” Yoongi confirmed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
It was all you could do to keep the excitement from bubbling over. An actual writing assignment, something that could elevate your standing in the magazine, was exactly what you had been waiting for.
“I don’t even know what to say other than thank you.” 
You fidget with the magazine in your hands, resisting the urge to curl the edges. Your mind raced, trying to think of what a realistic timeline for the piece could look like—something ambitious, but doable.
“How about… How to Lose a Guy in Thirty Days? A longer timeline, more idealistic. A month in is usually when new relationships start to fall apart. It’s after the initial getting-to-know-someone phase,” you suggest, throwing the idea out there, hoping Yoongi would take the bait.
“Thirty days, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You sure you’re up for it?”
“Yes, sir.” You nod, your confidence building as you think about the possibilities.
“Good,” Yoongi replies, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied look. “Let’s start on Monday, after we get through this print run. That gives you a few days to find the poor guy.”
“Right. Thank you, Mr. Min.” You stand up, your heart racing as you try to play it cool. But as soon as you exit his office, you can barely contain your excitement.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” you mutter under your breath as you rush to your desk. Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you start jotting down notes, pulling out sticky notes and scribbling ideas, trying to organize your thoughts.
Ronnie, sitting in the neighboring cubicle, leans back to peer around the divider, noticing your frenzied state. She rolls her chair into your space, sliding up next to you with a curious look.
“What’s got you in such a hurry?” she asks, raising an eyebrow as she watches you type furiously. A laugh escapes her when she sees the pen stuck in your mouth and the growing pile of sticky notes attached to the old magazine.
“I gob a columb,” you mumble through the pen, barely pausing your typing.
Ronnie plucks the pen from your mouth. “Try that again.”
“I’m writing my first column.” You repeat, finally turning to face her, your excitement breaking through.
“No way!” Ronnie stands, her voice a little too loud, drawing a few glances from nearby desks. She sits back down and grabs your shoulders. “That’s so awesome! Your first column! What’s it going to be about?”
You hand her the magazine, pointing to the title. “This.”
“How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days?” She raises her eyebrows in surprise, flipping through the article. “You’re seriously going to do this?”
“Well, not exactly the same,” you say with a grin, watching as she reads through the outlandish tactics in the original piece. “Just similar.”
Ronnie’s eyes widen as she reaches some of the more extreme parts of the article. “Okay, this is crazy, all the things this girl did to this guy. Oh my god.” She rocked in disbelief, continuing the read through. “Awe, ends bittersweet though.” 
“It’s going to be How to Lose A Guy in Thirty Days this time.” 
“A month?” She laughs and shakes her head, you give her a confused look. 
“What? I can do this!” You bump her shoulder. 
“Do what?” Namjoon strolls into your cubical looking between the both of you.
“Kid got her first column.” Ronnie sings she has a proud grin on her face. You spin around to look at Namjoon. 
His face lights up at the news, “That’s so awesome! Congrats!” He rubs your hair messing it up, you bat his hands away smoothing out your hair. 
“Thanks Joon.” 
“What’s it on?” Namjoon leans against your desk along side Ronnie. 
Ronnie hands him the magazine flipped open to the article. He takes it and examines it for a moment, he reads along and his eyes widen at times. You continue scribbling down some thoughts while he does this. Namjoon was a silent reader but would always share his full thoughts when he was done. 
“Woah, this is wild.” Namjoon flips back to the beginning of the article, like he had to read it over again. 
“I know the original one is a little insane but we are doing it differently this time.” You explain, Namjoon had concern written all over his face reading through the article again. 
“Quote, ‘after five days I decided to go ahead and take things to the next level between us. I completely redecorate his apartment with pink attire and stuffed animals everywhere.” Namjoon reads the section out loud. “She only knew him for five days?” 
You nod, “I don’t know how she was so brave to do all of that. Luckily Yoongi said I don’t have to be as extreme as this. Just more casually clingy and needy, do small things that most people think are normal but seem to send guys running before anything serious can begin.” 
“Yeah, I definitely hope you don’t end up ‘photoshopping your baby pictures together.’” Ronnie adds with a grin.
You laugh, shaking your head. “God, no. I’d sooner die of embarrassment. I don’t have the energy for that level of crazy.”
Namjoon leans back in his chair, one eyebrow raised in slight  concern. “So, what is the plan then? You’ve got something in mind, right?”
You sigh dramatically. “Not sure yet. I’ve got until Monday to find a guy and come up with some sort of idea of how I want to do this.”
“Oh, can we help?” Ronnie’s eyes light up as she bounces in her chair, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Help find the guy?”
“Obviously, and with the torture,” she adds, looking way too enthusiastic.
“I’m not torturing him,” you chuckle, “just… irritating him a little. You know, for research purposes.”
“Uh-huh.” Namjoon’s teasing grin softens as he looks at you, a hint of doubt creeping in. “But are you really sure you can do this, like… casually?”
You blink at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, come on,” Namjoon says with a snort, gesturing vaguely at you. “You wear your heart in a pink, sparkly basket for everyone to see. Are you sure you won’t fall for the poor guy instead?”
“I don’t do that! And I will not!” You protest, but Namjoon and Ronnie exchange a look that screams they definitely think you do.
“I’ve never seen you not get your hopes up after a date or two,” Ronnie says, shrugging sympathetically.
“Well, this time will be different,” you say, folding your arms defiantly. “It’s just business. I have to get the guy to break up with me anyway.”
They weren’t wrong, though, and you know it. You’ve always been one of those people who swoon at love songs and daydream about movie-perfect endings. You were the exact type of person this article was written for in the first place. You did get attached too quickly and were getting hurt too often. But this? This was just an assignment. A game. You wouldn’t get hurt if you knew it had to end from the start.
“You’ll see.” You add with more confidence, determined to prove them wrong.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Ronnie teases, rolling her chair back toward her desk. It was well past time for her to get to her own work. 
Namjoon shakes his head with a chuckle. “Good luck to this guy, I guess,” he mutters, though there’s warmth in his voice. He’s seen you get your hopes up too many times to believe you could really keep things casual.
But this time, you were determined. No expectations. No daydreaming. It was all just work.
Across town, though, someone else was perfectly content with his easygoing, no-strings-attached lifestyle. Jungkook, waking up in someone else’s bed was just another morning for him. He opened his eyes but was blinded by the morning light. He rolled over and looked around, he had no idea where he was. Memories of last night vaguely coming back to the front of his mind. 
He looks over to see a sleeping girl in the same bed. He stands from the bed and manages to find his phone. Seeing the time. 
“Shit.” He rushes to find his scattered items and puts his clothes back on. Tip toeing his way around the room and manages to get out the front door without a fuss. 
Getting out of the building, Jungkook blinked as the morning sun hit him square in the face. He rubbed his eyes, still groggy from a less-than-restful sleep. Scanning the unfamiliar streets, he had no idea what neighborhood he was in, but that was par for the course these days. He pulled out his phone and called for an Uber, slipping his sunglasses on as he waited.
Another late night, another random bed. This wasn’t exactly new territory, but he couldn’t help feeling off. Normally, Thursdays were a quiet night in, but when Jimin and Taehyung wanted to go out, Jungkook wasn’t about to turn them down. And, as always, the night had ended the way it usually did for him—blurry and chaotic.
By the time Jungkook made it to the office, it was later than he would normally prefer to arrive. Slipping through the doors, he did his best to avoid attention although Hoseok’s keen eyes were already tracking him. Jungkook tried to get settled quietly, but it was pointless. Hoseok’s desk, conveniently right next to his, made stealth impossible.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Hoseok sang, swiveling in his chair to grin at Jungkook. He tapped a few keys on his keyboard, then gave Jungkook an exaggerated once-over. “Did you lose a bet, or is that last night’s shirt?”
Jungkook smirked as he slid into his seat. “Hey, I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, but in yesterday’s clothes. What’d you do? Roll straight from the bar to your desk?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow, clicking away on his mouse as he pulled up their latest coding project.
“Pretty much,” Jungkook admitted, booting up his own computer. “I’ll head home at lunch and change. No one cares what I wear to debug.”
Hoseok shook his head with a laugh. “You’re gonna blind the clients with your wrinkled t-shirts one of these days.”
“Fair enough,” Jungkook chuckled, typing in his password. “But I’m still better at the code reviews, so they can’t complain too much.”
Hoseok conceded with a nod, leaning back in his chair. “Rough night?”
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “You could say that. Taehyung and Jimin were relentless. Didn’t stop until the bar kicked us out.”
“Ah, classic,” Hoseok said with a grin. “They never know when to quit.”
Jungkook smirked, though he felt the exhaustion settling in his bones. “They’ve got energy for days, man. But, hey, what about tonight? You in?”
Hoseok hesitated, glancing at the lines of code on his screen before looking back at Jungkook. “Again? You don’t look like you’re dying to go out tonight.”
Jungkook chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I mean, I’m wrecked, but you know I’m down. Someone’s gotta keep Taehyung from getting us banned from another bar.”
Hoseok shook his head, clearly amused. “I dunno, man. I might actually take it easy tonight. Jimin’s been texting like he’s planning another big one, and I don’t know if I’ve got the energy to babysit.”
“You? Too tired to party?” Jungkook teased, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you just complaining last week that we only go out when you’re drowning in deadlines?”
“I didn’t say I’m backing out,” Hoseok defended, though his reluctance was obvious. “I’m just... thinking about it.”
“Thinking about it, my ass. You’ll be there. I’ll text Jimin, tell him to go easy on the plans.” Jungkook turned back to his monitor, his fingers flying over the keys as he opened the project files for their current assignment.
Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, alright. But if I show up and Taehyung’s dancing on tables again, I’m leaving early.”
“Deal,” Jungkook said with a grin.
 Then Hoseok’s smirk deepened, and he shot a glance at Jungkook. “By the way, has she called you yet?”
Jungkook frowned, glancing sideways. “Who?”
“Channel. She’s been texting me. Again.” Hoseok’s grin turned into a mock look of annoyance. “Seriously, bro, how is she still hitting me up to ask about you? You need to fix that.”
Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I made it clear we’re done.”
“Well, apparently she didn’t get the memo. She asked me yesterday if you were ‘okay,’ like I’m your personal messenger or something.”
Jungkook sighed, his fingers stilling on his keyboard. “I haven’t heard from her in weeks. She’s probably fishing for info, trying to get back in touch. She wanted something serious, and I was always upfront about keeping it casual.”
Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “And she didn’t take that well?”
“She acted like she understood, but... yeah, not really. I broke it off before things got messy.” Jungkook sighed. “Now she’s bugging you instead.”
“Lucky me,” Hoseok muttered. “She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. But seriously, dude, she’s asking me if you’re, like, in a dark place or something. I think she’s hoping for a window to swoop back in.”
Jungkook groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Tell her I’ve joined a monastery.”
Hoseok laughed. “Sure, I’ll let her know you’ve taken a vow of silence and reflection.”
The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of coding and testing modules. By the time lunch rolled around, Jungkook had managed to convince Jimin to keep the plans for the night low-key—just a few drinks at a bar they liked. Hoseok seemed more on board with the promise of a relaxed evening, and Jungkook was glad. As much as he loved the chaos, even he was feeling the need for something calmer.
When they arrived at the bar that evening, it was more crowded than they’d expected. The hum of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses filled the air, and the warmth of bodies packed in tight hit them as they wove their way through the crowd.
“So much for a quiet night,” Hoseok muttered, dodging a couple who were clearly several drinks in.
Jungkook grinned, nudging him. “Come on, it’s Friday. What did you expect?”
“Less people and more chairs,” Hoseok replied, though the grin on his face said he wasn’t too upset about it.
Jungkook laughed, scanning the bar for a spot to settle in. Despite his earlier exhaustion, he could feel the pull of another night out with his friends, the familiar buzz of energy creeping in. There was something about the chaos of it all that he couldn’t resist.
“Over here!” Jimin’s voice cut through the noise, his arm waving above the sea of people as he flagged them down. He and Taehyung had already secured a table in the corner.
Jungkook and Hoseok exchanged a glance before making their way over, dodging elbows and weaving past groups of friends clustered around the bar. As they reached the table and took their seats, Hoseok let out a deep sigh.
“Jesus, there are so many people here tonight,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe I should have stayed home.”
Jimin smirked, leaning back in his chair with his drink in hand. “Aww, come on. It’s been forever since we’ve been out together.”
Jungkook chuckled, patting Hoseok on the shoulder. “It was definitely a struggle convincing him to come tonight.”
Hoseok held up his hands in surrender, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Hey, I was promised a chill night with some drinks. That’s my kind of Friday night.”
Before anyone could say more, Taehyung appeared at the table, balancing a tray of drinks with ease. “Here you go, gentlemen,” he said, passing them around with a flourish.
A round of thank-yous followed as each of the guys took their drinks. Jungkook took a long sip, letting the cool, bitter taste of his beer settle on his tongue as he leaned back in his chair, finally starting to relax.
“So,” Taehyung said after a moment, turning to Jungkook with a curious smile, “where did you disappear last night, man?”
Jungkook barely had time to respond before Jimin interjected, his tone teasing. “Where do you think he ran off to?” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows in fake suspicion.
The grin on his face made it clear he was referring to Jungkook’s extracurricular activities.
Taehyung snickered, shaking his head. “Oh, I see. Anything to tell? Did you find the love of your life?” His voice was full of amusement as he took another sip of his drink.
Hoseok snorted, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, right.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes playfully, tipping his head in Hoseok’s direction. “Hey, you never know.”
“Sure,” Hoseok said with a laugh, bumping Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’m sure she felt some kind of deep connection.”
Jimin waved a hand in Hoseok’s direction, dismissing him with a grin. “Leave him alone.”
But Hoseok wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. He shrugged, glancing around the table. “I mean, as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him be serious with someone.”
Jungkook felt the familiar twist in his gut at the comment but didn’t let it show. It wasn’t that he didn’t want something serious—it just hadn’t happened in years. He took another sip of his beer, trying to brush off the remark. He had become somewhat comfortable in his solace and easy hook ups. Last thing he had to something serious was what he had with Channel, and that wasn’t even hardly serious.
Broke it off because she changed her mind about what she was wanting from him, Jungkook just really didn’t see a future with her and had always made his feelings about their relationship clear. He really came off looking like a dick but he didn’t want to drag her along. He didn’t want to drag anyone along. 
“I can be serious when I want to be.” Jungkook took another sip of his beer. 
“Yeah for like a day.” Taehyung teases. 
“Not even, more like an afternoon.” Jimin jumps on him with a laugh. 
“Try thirty minutes!” Hoseok adds on to the end before Jungkook waves them all of. 
“Thirty minutes?” he raised an eyebrow, “Give me more credit than that.”
“Fine, thirty-one.” Taehyung added on with another laugh. 
“Whatever,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Make your jokes but I don’t see any of you pulling in any serious relationships these days.” Jungkook points the top of his bottle around the group. 
“Hey, I have a date next week I’ll have you know!” Hoseok protests.
“This isn’t about us though, this is about you.” Jimin sits back in his chair. 
“What about me?”
“You’re not a relationship guy.” Taehyung sipped his beer. 
“I’m comfortable by myself.” Jungkook crossed his arms. 
“Nothing wrong with it, I just doubt you could ever be serious with someone.” Jimin shrugs. 
“I’d be a better boyfriend than you.” Jungkook kicks Jimin's leg under the table. 
“Yeah maybe when you’re fifty and decide it’s time to settle down.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a smirk. 
“No way, I bet I could be a better boyfriend than all three of you.” Jungkook was getting too serious and Jimin and Taehyug smelt a challenge in the air. 
“Wanna bet on it?” Jimin cocks his head to the side. It wasn’t unlike the three of them to make bets and they were always stupid.
“Aren’t we a little too old for bets?” Hoseok looks between the guys but he could already tell once Jimin raised the question, Jungkook was already locked into the idea. 
“What are you thinking?” Jungkook leans his elbows on the table. 
“I will bet a hundred dollars, that you couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than two weeks.” Jimin states and Jungkook almost feels insulted. 
“Come on, I can do better than that.” Jungkook goats Jimin, Jimin looks at Taehyung. 
“I’ll buy in. 200 bucks.” Tahyung jumps on it. 
“You guys are morons.” Hoseok shakes his head, Jungkook was up for the challenge but two weeks was insulting. 
“No, I can keep a partner around for way longer than two weeks. Come on.”
“Okay, how about a month. We’ll make it 300 bucks if you can stay with the same girl for one month.” Jimin jumps on it, between him and Taehyung they would only be out one fifty each. 
“But we get to pick who it is.” Taehyung quickly tacts on that little stipulation. 
“What? No fair.” Jungkook pouts. 
“Totally fair. Hobi weigh in on this.” Jimin nods his head to Hoseok who was hoping to stay invisible but it seems he has been brought on as the referee. 
“I guess it makes sense, if you pick the girl it makes it too easy for you to win.” Hoseok logics it out but this definitely wasn’t starting to feel fair.
“Ugh fine.” Jungkook groaned, Jimin had extended his hand for a shake, Jungkook took it and they shook on the deal. 
“Again, idiots.” Hoseok knew this was probably going to crash and burn and Jungkook would be out three hundred bucks. Jungkook was feeling very confident though and perhaps a little too competitive. He felt sure he could sucker these two out of three hundred bucks. As well as get to hang out with a pretty girl for a while. Putting on all of his best charm. 
“So when do we start?” Jungkook looks between them. 
“How about right now?” Jimin taps his glass.
While that played out, across the same bar, you were sitting at a booth with your friends.
Catching Jin up on your new promotion at work and your upcoming column to be. The bar was buzzing with life, the noise blending into a background hum as you spoke, but you could feel the excitement rising between you all.
“No way,” Jin’s face lit up as he scanned the photos of the old magazine article on your phone. You had snapped a few pictures to give him the full story, and now he was reading it with wide eyes, barely containing his amusement.
“Crazy, isn’t it?” Ronnie took a long sip of her cocktail, her expression still skeptical. She shook her head as if she still couldn’t wrap her mind around what you were planning. “I mean, I seriously can’t believe you’re going to go through with this.”
“Look,” you began defensively, though a smile tugged at your lips, “I know it’s a little out there, but Yoongi really thinks I can do this. He has his full faith in me.”
It was true. Despite the fact that this assignment would push you far outside of your comfort zone, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and determination. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you were confident you could handle it.
Jin, still holding your phone, read aloud with a dramatic flair: “A friend of mine made a good point that I shouldn’t allow him to have a boys’ night, so I decided to get a key from his landlord to interrupt their game night!” He glanced up with an incredulous look. “She really got a key from his landlord? That’s insane!”
You snatched your phone back, eyes wide. “Okay, I’m not doing that!” you exclaimed, shaking your head. “I’m just going to be clingy, needy. I’m not breaking into anyone’s house!”
“Good for her, honestly,” Namjoon chimed in, cracking open a peanut from the bowl in front of him. “The guy she picked probably deserved it.”
Ronnie nudged him with her elbow. “Didn’t you read the end? She ended up falling in love with him! Realized she was wrong and that he didn’t deserve all that treatment.” Ronnie leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Classic.”
“Of course, she did,” Jin chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes flicked back to you, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “That’s totally going to be you.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I will not.”
“Please,” Jin said, laughing. “You’re such a gooey romantic. You fall in love so easily.”
Namjoon and Ronnie exchanged knowing glances, both trying—and failing—not to laugh. They knew better than anyone how quickly you could get swept up in a whirlwind of emotions. It wasn’t that you were naive, just hopelessly, undeniably romantic. And they were somewhat concerned about how this whole assignment might play out.
“Look, this is a professional column,” you said, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s not like I’m actually looking for anything serious. I just have to scare him off. That’s it.”
“Either that or he will be on bended knee by the end of it.” Namjoon teased. 
“Very funny. That’s why I have you guys here though, help me pick someone.” You really did want some help on this part. If you got help picking the guy then maybe you could pick someone who it would be easy to let go of.
“How so?” Ronnie tilted her head at your request.
“Well knowing my luck I would accidentally pick a guy who is totally perfect for me and I really won’t be able to go through with it. If you guys pick then you could objectively find someone who is someone I would never go for.” You clap your hands together, hoping your explanation is enough. 
“Oh I’m so in.” Jin rests his chin on his hands. “Plus this bar is packed, we could easily find someone tonight.”
“Well we won’t find him sitting here. Let’s go fish.” Ronnie stands from her seat offering a hand to you, Jin following close behind. The three of you taking a turn about the bar, making observations at some of the different groups that were here. 
“Let’s see.” Ronnie taps her lips with her pointer finger and glances about the room as the three of you search from person to person. “Okay, guy at the bar. Sweater, cheesy and obviously cheap silver necklace.”
You and Jin both take a glance over to him, he seemed to be here alone. Looked nice enough, maybe a good choice. He seemed like a jock type, looked like he was trying with his looks a little too hard. You were considering it before Jin shook his head. 
“Not him, hes rubbed his ring finger like four times.” Jin points, just at that moment the guy does it again, “He’s either married or just got divorced and looking for another wife. Next!” 
“Touche.” You agree and the three of you glance around again. “Okay, how about that guy?”
You point to a small group of guys who seemed way deep into a game of pool. One of the guys sinks a cool shot into one of the pockets and he and another guy cheer too loudly, you were far away and you could still hear them. He looked like he was about to break his pool stick from excitement. 
“Nevermind. Way too intense.” It would have been a good choice but you would probably end up dumping him before you could get any work done. 
The three of you run through a few more guys as you walk around, all three of you seemed to find some reason to veto them again and again. Some were too close to your type and some were just too annoying for you to be able to stand them long enough to keep this ruse up. 
“God slim pickings tonight.” You were getting exhausted. You were considering heading back to Namjoon at the table and coneiding for the night. Maybe sleep it off and try again at another bar tomorrow. 
“We can do this.” Ronnie cheers trying to keep your spirits high. “This guy is here, I just know it.” She had had more to drink at this point, she's a pretty energetic drunk. 
“I agree. No throwing in the towel yet.” Jin scans the room again, you guys had moved to many different spots and more people had moved in and out of the bar at this point. 
Jin looked around from guy to guy. Jin frequented this bar often so he had a general sense of the people who were new and the people who frequented here often. He wasn’t sure himself who would work for this, they had to be the perfect combination of nice enough to stick it out but still a playboy or asshole enough that you wouldn’t fall for them. Someone who maybe deserved a little bit of torture. Someone who needed a little due karma. 
He waited for a moment, maybe all three of you just needed to let the guy reveal himself. Before Jin thought it was hopeless was just when he got exactly what he asked for. 
Jungkook was making his way over to the bar.
“Bingo.” Jin whispered. Jungkook had left the table with his friends, the booth was tucked away in the corner so it was no wonder he didn't notice them before. “That’s the guy.” 
“Who?” You ask and then Jin points his finger, tracking Jungkook to the end of the bar. You watched him order from the bartender and then casually wait for a moment. 
“He’s perfect.” Jin was confident. 
“He’s cute?” Ronnie nods, Jin rolling his eyes at her. “What am I wrong?” 
He was very cute you thought, he sported this leather jacket and dark jean look. Large boots, it wasn’t your usually clean cut look that you enjoyed but you understood the appeal of it. 
“Okay why him?” You ask looking at Jin. 
“I’ve seen him here a lot. Always comes with a group of friends, but he never leaves alone. Never the same girl twice. I thought he stopped coming around, but nope. Looks like he’s still at it. His name’s something like Jungkook.” Jin places both hands on your shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. “Total Casanova. Leaves behind a trail of broken hearts.”
Ronnie raises an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that make it harder to keep him around for thirty days?” 
“Not necessarily,” you say, the wheels turning in your head. “I just need him to dump me within thirty days. He doesn’t have to stick around for all thirty.”
“Longest I saw him entertain a girl for was maybe two weeks? That’s exactly what you need.” Jin shakes your shoulders and you laugh at the movement, almost dizzy after your two drinks. 
A playboy type who can’t commit for more than two weeks. It was exactly what you needed, and lucky for you you wouldn’t need to feel bad about maybe annoying him too much. You needed him to dump you no matter what. Could be fun after all, messing with a guy who is a fuckboy that Jin has seen around could be almost a perfect karma for this guy. 
“Perfect.” You say with a sly smile as you watch him walk back to his group balancing a few drinks in his arms along the way. 
Jungkook managed to set the drinks down gently, “Here you go boys.”
He passed the drinks outs but Jimin and Taehyung were deliberating about something. Jungkook looked between them and looked to Hobi for confirmation. Hoseok wasn’t totally sure what their hushed conversation was about. 
“I don’t know, seems like he could make that work too well.” Jungkook could barely make out the sentence coming from Tae. 
“No it has to be someone like that.” Jimin adds on and then they both seem to come to some silent agreement. Both sitting up straight in their spots. 
“What are you two whispering about?” Jungkook breaks the silence and they both have big grins on their faces, Taehyung is looking over the back of the booth to the bar. 
“Okay we have made a decision.” Jimin puts on an announcer voice, holding his glass like a microphone.
“You picked someone? Already?” Jungkook was surprised they had come to an agreement on this so quickly. 
Taehyung looks back to Jungkook and nods, “Over there, short maroon dress. Waiting at the bar. Has a tall guy and another girl, dark hair and black dress with her.” Taehyung points and Jungkook looks. 
It takes him a moment, but then he spots you, mid-laugh about something with your friends. A small smile tugs at his lips—you were undeniably cute. There’s something polished about the way you’ve styled yourself, striking a balance between playful and sophisticated. To Jungkook, though, you scream commitment. Your look isn’t meant to turn heads; it’s just confident. It’s a stark contrast to the more overtly flirty, bold style he usually goes for. That makes him curious—why would Jimin and Taehyung pick someone who seems so... relationship-minded?
“Her really?” He looked back at both of them. “Do you want to just hand me the three hundred dollars now?”
“I know you think it will be easy, but that is the type of girl who wants marriage. I think her need for a commitment is going to send you running.” Jimin rubs his hands together evilly. 
Jungkook looks back to you again, thinking. Jungkook felt like he could very well be committed, he could do it probably better than most people. He just hasn’t wanted to or hasn’t had the time too.
“I will be Mr. Marriage Material from here on out.” Jungkook downs the rest of his beer, “Be ready to put your money where your mouth is.” 
Jungkook stands up and leaves the table, they watch him go to work. Taehyung was now nervous and Hoseok was not even sure what he was watching anymore. Also confused by Jimin's choice. 
“Okay, I gotta say he has a point.” Hoseok leans back to Jimin. 
“Yeah now I’m kind of nervous.” Taehyung rubbed his neck, watching Jungkook who was waiting for an opportunity to maybe get a chance encounter with you. The two friends hovering around you weren’t making it easy. 
“Trust me. I’ve seen that girl here before.” Jimin smiles. 
“Do you know her?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow to him, now even more curious. 
“Not at all, but I tried hitting on her once. Very sweet, turned me down though. Seriously, the moment I walked up she read me like an open book.” This was earlier this year and Jimin didn’t care, he had some personal things going on and did it on a whim. You immediately saw through his tactics and called him out on it. 
“What did she do?” Taehyung became nervous. 
“I tried hitting her with a line, and she just looked at me and laughed. Honestly, I might’ve been offended if she hadn’t been so sweet about it. She even apologized! Said she could tell I wasn’t serious. Sent me on my way before I could even react. I swear, I was a little dizzy afterward.”
“Oh wow.” Hoseok is putting the pieces together now. “Okay, I see, so she is going to see through Jungkook right away.”
“Exactly,” Jimin raises his glass, “If he gives off even a whiff of insincerity. She won’t give him the time of day. She very clearly wants someone who is into the long term relationship game and Jungkook… never will be.”
“So you’re not concerned, not even a little bit?” Taehyung asks one more time. 
“Not even slightly.” Jimin clinked his glass against Taehyungs.
“So how is this going to work?” Ronnie looks between you and Jin.
“I’m not sure. What else do you know about him?” You look to Jin for advice on this. You came here sometimes but you weren’t as much of a frequent flier as Jin. 
“Hmm, unfortunately I usually see him hit on girls who are more… obviously here for something casual.” He gestures towards another girl at the bar, she was dressed very differently than you were. More revealing, nothing wrong with that but it was starkly different to your look. 
“So maybe it's a lost cause?” You frown.
“Absolutely not.” Ronnie protested waving her hand back and forth.
“Just means you might have to be the bold one. Instead of him coming to you, you go after him.” Jin nodded and rubbed his chin. 
You stifled a laugh, “Yeah right.” Not like you couldn’t approach someone but it was still nerve racking. “I can’t do that.” 
“It’ll be so easy. Looks he’s already coming over to the bar.” Ronnie nodded her head in his direction very subtly. You take a look from the corner of your eye and it was true. You turned your head pretending to see something else but catching a glance at him standing at the end of the bar, waiting. 
Jungkook sees you look his direction and pretends to be occupied with something else.
“Okay well if this is going to work, shew.” You wave your hands for the both of them to head back to the table, you take an empty spot in front of the bar. 
“Do you really think she can go up to him?” Ronnie nudged Jin, both of them push their way back to the table where Namjoon had been waiting. 
“Definitely. Well… normally I’d say no but she’s so determined I think she can pull it off.” Jin looks back at you ordering another drink. 
Once they both make it back to the table Namjoon takes notice, “Did she find someone?” 
“Yes, he’s so cute.” Ronnie gushes. 
“Too bad she has to get rid of him.” Jin shrugs as they all take their places and watch you from afar. 
“I know.” Ronnie sighs.
“So what’s the plan?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow. 
“She’s working up the courage to go up to him. I’ve seen the guy around before and he’s not really into her type. So she has to be bold.” Jin explains again, he looks over to Jungkook. 
Jin takes notice that Jungkook has already noticed you. He finds it odd for a moment before he sees Jungkook start to move. 
“Unless…” Jin starts. 
“Oh looks like he’s making a move.” Hoseok gestures over to Jungkook. He pushes himself off the end of the bar to start moving to you but gets cut off by a group moving close to the bar. 
“Let the games begin.” Jimin raises his glass. “We might make our money tonight.” 
“Cross our fingers.” Taehyung chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. 
“If he doesn’t blow smoke out of his ass you guys might be in for a long month.” Hoseok tilts his head watching Jungkook try to maneuver his way over to you. You were just barely getting a drink from the bartender. 
From their end of the bar, your friends could see it happening in real time—Jungkook making his way toward you, not without some difficulty from the proximity of other people. They couldn’t help but laugh at his struggle. 
“God, he’s like a moth to a flame,” Jin chuckled, crossing his arms. “Poor guy doesn’t even know what's going to happen.”
“Doubt it,” Ronnie added, leaning forward. “Y/N’s got this in the bag. He won’t know what hit him.”
Meanwhile, you weren’t so convinced that Jungkook was actually coming for you. After all, the girl beside you fit the typical type he seemed to gravitate toward—flirty, dressed to kill, and definitely giving him the look. Still, you had a plan brewing in your mind. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, you’d force his hand.
With a slight pivot on your heel right as he came up, you forced your shoulder into his chest. Just enough to stumble.
“Oh my god.” You gasp, steadying your drink that had split on your hand, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t spill on you did I?” 
Jungkook’s initial reaction was a mix of surprise and awkward laughter. “Hey, no problem,” he said, chuckling. “Just missed the splash zone.”
“I swear I have two left feet these days.” You tuck some of your hair behind your ear. Faking your embarrassment, setting your drink down and getting a napkin.
“Well it’s a good thing I have two right feet.” Jungkook easing the tension and you laugh under your breath. 
“You always this quick on your feet?” You tilted your head, offering him your hand—the one free of any cocktail spillage. “I’m Y/N.”
“Jungkook.” He took your hand with a grin, his gaze flickering over you like he was sizing up a challenge. He didn’t let go right away.
Now that he was closer, you could really take him in. He was infuriatingly attractive—the type you’d usually avoid for your own good. The type who knew he had an edge and knew how to use it. 
Now that Jungkook could get a closer look at you, he just thought that you were pretty. Pretty hair, eyes, lips. All of you was just pretty and sweet. Could see that pink glowing heart of yours on your sleeve. 
“What brings you here?” He leaned an arm against the bar, his stance casual yet deliberate, like he was marking his territory. His gaze pinned you down, leaving you no room to escape.
“Just out with friends, a celebration of sorts.” You turn and point to them, the three of them suddenly acting like their drinks were so interesting to look at. 
“What’s the occasion?” He didn’t even glance at them; his focus was still fully on you. The intense eye contact actually makes you nervous.
“My promotion,” Smiling like it was the full truth. Or rather, the promotion standing right in front of you.
He nodded, flashing a grin. “Congrats. Big deal?”
“Very big.” You rested your hand on the bar near his, just brushing the surface between you. “What about you? Out celebrating something too?”
“Just out with friends.” Jungkook gestured back to his own group at the other end of the bar. You followed his gaze, recognizing one of the guys, though you couldn’t place from where.
“I should let you get back to them.” you teased lightly, leaning ever so slightly away from him.
He tilted his head with a grin, clearly not interested in letting you go that easily. “Why rush? I wasn’t planning to be gone long, but then I got the wind knocked out of me.”
You smirked, feeling the heat of his gaze on you as you playfully patted your shoulder. “Just practicing for my football career.”
“Not a football fan but I’d watch those games.” Jungkook was going to make some form of physical contact, which is what he would have done by now but he held back. He could tell that’s not something you would appreciate.“Let me buy you another one. Since you lost half of the that one because of me.”
“That’s very sweet.” You wanted to test the limits you had with him here, would he chase you? “But I should get back. My friends may think I ran off.” 
“So soon?” He tilted his head at your sudden retreat. 
“You seem nice,” You start and lean close, “I think I’m just looking for something… more serious.” 
“Who's to say I’m not serious?” He gives you a puzzled expression. Jungkook had done so good with women lately that it felt strange to see such a sudden retraction.
You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing at your lips. “I’ve seen you around. I know your type.”
A lie. Considering you hadn’t seen him before tonight, you wanted to see if he would bite.
“So you’ve noticed me?” He stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek. 
“I’m just saying I know your type.”
“What if I am serious? You’d be running away before you could find out.” He flirted, a boyish grin on his face that dripped confidence. He was actually nervous, and the three hundred dollar bill hanging over his head was adding some pressure.
You giggled, leaning back slightly as you took a slow sip of your drink, eyes locked on his over the rim. “You don’t strike me to be serious about much of anything.”
His gaze flicked to your lips before returning to your eyes, his voice softer now, “What if I want to prove you wrong?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Prove me wrong? You barely know me.”
He smirked, stepping a little closer, just enough to make the air between you crackle with tension. “Isn’t that half the fun? Getting to know someone new?”
“What makes you think I want to get to know you?”
“Call it intuition.”
Any other time, a guy like this coming up to you would have meant an immediate shut down from you. They were never serious, and they only ever wanted to hook up and never speak again. Tonight though Jungkook needed to be the bug caught in your web.
You pretended to mull it over, tapping the rim of your glass with your finger. “Hmm... cute line.”
“Not a line,” he shot back, more serious now. “But seriously, let me buy you a new drink?”
You were about to decline, but his eyes held yours, that quiet confidence making you hesitate just a second too long.
“Fine,” you said, sighing like you were giving in, but the small smirk tugging at your lips told him otherwise. “But you’re still going to have to work for it.”
“I plan to.” Jungkook leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping. “Let me get your number. I’ll take you out, show you what I mean by serious.” 
You fake contemplation and act like you really needed time to think about it, sucker. You tap the rim of your glass for a moment before you reach your free hand out to him, gesturing for his phone. Jungkook takes the silent victory and pulls his phone out, opening it for you. With a few quick taps and your contact information solidified in his phone.
The deed had been done.
“Don’t disappoint me,” you said, handing it back, your tone playful but carrying an edge of warning.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Have a goodnight Jungkook.” Turning on your heel leaving him there and just letting him watch you go. You b-line straight back to your table.
Jungkook was feeling good and felt like this was going to be a breeze of a month. He had to make sure that first date went well first. He would put on his best boyfriend face forward, it’s not that he couldn’t do it like everyone thought. It’s just been a long time since he last had the chance too. 
He made his way back over to his own table, he put on a fake sad face as he took his seat back next to Taehyung. 
“Strike out did you?” Hoseok patted him on the shoulder in comfort. 
“Yeah… struck off the first day of the month.” Jungkook raised his phone, revealing your phone number. Jungkook, a smug grin on his face. 
“I’m surprised.” Jimin sat in quiet contemplation, “But it won’t last.” 
“She’s cute. You guys should have picked more carefully.” Jungkook sighed, looking back into the bar in the direction of your friends and your table. Your back was to him so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of you. 
He then remembered he still owed you a drink.
Across the bar you settled back in with your friends. 
“I caught the whale boys.” You take a small bow and small cheers round around the table. 
“Congratulations.” Namjoon cheers you, hitting his glass with yours. 
Your friends leaned in, eager for the play-by-play of your encounter. You gave them the rundown. Ronnie, the first to break the silence, grinned and raised his glass in admiration.
“That was smooth, Y/N. You had him wrapped around your finger.”
You chuckled, taking a slow sip of your drink. “It’s even better that he thinks he’s in control. There's no way he was actually serious but a fun flirt.”
Jin shook his head, a mixture of amusement and awe on his face. “You’re scary when you’re confident. I’m glad I’m on your side.”
“So what’s the next step in this little experiment of yours?” Ronnie asked, clearly invested in the unfolding drama.
“Well,” you began, swirling your drink in thought, “I wait for him to reach out. Then I’ll play it cool on the first date, get him comfortable.”
“Why play it cool?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows raised.
“Because,” you smirked, “if I’m too much, too fast, he’ll bolt. But if I ease him in, I’ll have time to start slowly being weird.”
Just then, a waitress appeared, sliding a pretty pink drink in front of you. “This one’s from the guy across the bar,” she said, nodding toward Jungkook, who was leaning against the counter, already watching you. “He said you’d know him.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the boldness. Lifting the glass slightly, you gave him a small, acknowledging wave, your friends immediately picking up on the gesture.
“What’s it called?” you asked, eyes still locked on Jungkook.
The waitress grinned. “It’s a Cosmic Encounter.”
“How pretty.” you muttered, a playful smirk forming. You brought the glass to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Jungkook as you took a sip. The sweetness of the drink contrasted sharply with the building tension between the two of you.
If the circumstances were different you may let yourself swoon at the gesture. Picking a cute drink for you. You may try to see if you really could get him to be serious. This was not that though, this was all business and you would have to continue to remind yourself.
Ronnie was the first to speak up again, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’ll admit, he’s got moves.”
“Just don’t forget this is what he does.” Jin knowing how you are, felt the reminder needed to be put out there. That this is all temporary.
Just as you were about to continue, your phone buzzed softly in your hand. A text. Your eyes drifted down to the screen, and sure enough, it was Jungkook.
Jungkook: Hope you like it… when are you free next?
You couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your lips. “Speak of the devil.”
Namjoon leaned over. “Already? He really wasted no time.”
“Faster than I thought,” you admitted, typing a quick reply. 
:We’ll see, Jungkook. Maybe I’m busy.
The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, and as you sent the message, you could feel the game picking up speed. Both of you were circling each other, waiting for the right moment to strike.
You had no doubt, you were going to eat Jungkook alive.
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cravetive · 7 months ago
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𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂
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☾ ⋆*・ Pairings: Meteorologist! Jin x Fem!reader
☾ ⋆*・ Synopsis: after many failed relationships you find yourself struggling to open up to new connections but once you overhear that your timid colleague Seokjin has a crush on you, you set out to play a game of temptation where somewhere in the process, you come face to face with the sudden realization that the weather is not the only unpredictable thing.
☾ ⋆*・ Warnings: SMUT! workplace/office au, Jin is quiet and innocent until he's not, fingering, oral sex! ( M! receiving ), dirty talk, creampie ( hehe) , teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hardcore, a bit angsty ( im an angst slut leave me alone ) , foreplay , slight dom/sub dynamics, kissing, biting/marking, we will pray Y/n gets her life together.
☾ ⋆*・ Authors note: I wish I could tell you what I've done but this is what my brain produces when I'm on 5 hours of sleep.
☾ ⋆*・゚ Word count: 10 K ( for what reason?)
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Ever since you were conscious you would often find yourself lost in the sky - entrained on the sun, the moon, and the stars but most importantly on the weather. Even before you could walk You wondered what caused thunders to ripple through the clouds, worried over the sun that disappeared during rainfall. You were fixated, overly obsessed and it is what had led you to become a research meteorologist and whilst some found the profession to be boring and fruitless (your parents), there was nothing in the world that you loved most then to predict cloudy skies and cold nights. Being able to observe, understand, and therefore explain the earth's atmospheric phenomenons offers you a sense of gratification.
On the other hand you couldn’t say you ran with the same luck when it came to love and relationships, your long list of exes and failed talking stages were enough scientific evidence to prove that. Things just never ended well between you and whoever fate decided to send your way. you could never decipher if it was due to the lack of communication, lack of interest, or a little bit of both that prevented you from harvesting anything solid with those you fell in love with but it always left you high and dry. It wasn’t like you were a hopeless romantic either, yet the instincts you had when it came to forecasting sunny skies were just not there when it came to romance.
To put it bluntly, your relationships just didn’t last and it had brought you to a point where you questioned all your romantic interactions.
How long will this one last? How long until this one ends? Will we see each other in public and turn the other way?
It's why you struggled to get your feelings across most times, it's why you found it almost impossible to tell that certain person who sat across from you at work how he made you feel.
The timid and reserved Junior meteorologist didn’t catch your attention at first, always keeping to himself and rarely participating in any after work activities with your co-workers, which had made it almost impossible for you to even notice him. that was until 3 weeks ago during a mandatory work dinner. Whilst on a small bathroom break you had unintentionally walked into a game of truth and dare between your colleagues where by perhaps fate you had eavesdropped on the confession of that very same drunken man.
You had opted to feign ignorance, slipping back into the table as if nothing had happened all whilst deciding to commence a cruel game against the meek man. You would find yourself teasing him, subtly flirting until his cheeks turned red and his words turned into stutters. At first it was a childish fun ruse but as time progressed you found yourself looking in his direction more often, entranced by his smile and quiet charisma.
You were doomed and yet, it didn’t stop you from taunting him. small winks and little comments of how good he looked in his baseball caps and soft sweaters, causing him to often jolt as a response. It was harmless until it wasn’t, until you started imagining him between your legs, his large and skillful hands wrapped around your neck.
“for fucks sake” Daiyu, your best friend and colleague huffed as she ran towards the entrance, her freshly styled copper hair drenched with rain that poured from the sunny sky. You giggled, closing your umbrella and entering the building, your heels squeaking against the marbled floors. Daiyu followed after you, a trail of curses falling from her mouth whilst her hands frantically wiped at her wet clothes.
“I always tell you to carry an umbrella and you never listen” you sighed.
“It was a 30% chance!” she exclaimed, reaching to frantically press on the elevator button.
“I should sue you guys” Daiyu groaned.
You looked back at her, taking in her flustered and soaked appearance, deciding not to pass further judgment. Daiyu was as stubborn as a bull and anything that you chose to say would just  go  through one ear and out the other anyways. you reached into your purse and grabbed a napkin, extending it out for her to take. She snatched it urgently and dabbed on her face, emitting a groan of frustration at the inconvenience the sky had caused her.
“It was so sunny and warm outside” she complained, which caused you to laugh loudly, both of you stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.
“Looks can be deceiving Daiyu” you noted, watching as the doors closed in front of you.
Daiyu smirked, disregarding your statement and focusing on the current situation you were in. her mind going back to the late-night conversation you both had shared 2 days ago over wine and expensive cheese. She leaned over closer to you, her eyebrows teasingly raising while you shared a bewildered expression on your face.
“what?” you asked, concerned with her inquisitive glances.
“I guess the same thing can be said about Jin,” Daiyu winked, a hint of excitement in her tone. She goaded you to speak on the subject, but you rolled your eyes in response.
“I bet he is a real beast in the sheets” Daiyu raised her eyebrows.
“Daiyu please, this is not the time or place to have this conversation” you scolded - eyes fixed on the numbers that flashed on the small screen above the elevator panel. 
“I guess you are deceiving - look at you all serious now like you aren't torturing that poor man.”
“Daiyu” your eyes widened and she was lucky you were both alone in the elevator - out of hearing range of any nosy employee’s. 
“I didn’t share that with you so that you can hold it over my head” you snapped, making a quick escape as soon as the elevator doors opened.
“oh come on!” she shouted after you, the sound of her heels echoing inside the office as she chased after you, her arm interlinking with yours when she caught up. you didn’t intend to avoid the topic, in fact you found it relieving to be able to speak to someone freely about it but what Daiyu was trying to indicate with her previous statements were by far completely illogical. 
Jin was but a shy and reserved guy, not the kind that tried to deceive by putting on appearances. 
How else was he able to contain himself by your constant teasing and flirting, if he wasn’t.
“we will talk about this later” you declared, giving her a soft shove towards her desk. Daiyu pouted, providing you a saddened glance whilst reluctantly dragging herself to her desk where she threw herself into her chair in rather dramatic defeat. You giggled at the scene she produced and walked across the room, reaching your own desk.
Seokjin was already there, too focused on the screen in front of him to notice your arrival. You took this time to take in his appearance. the sweater he wore accentuating his biceps and broad shoulders, the pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose causing a pulsation between your thighs - lured by the image of him crawling over you with them on. You cleared your throat quickly, grabbing his attention and interrupting your perverted train of thought.
He glanced up at you, cheeks already turning pink as he took in your presence.
“Good Morning Mr. Kim” you whispered, offering him a smug smile whilst sliding into your chair. It took a moment for him to respond, his eyes briefly falling on the low v neck blouse you decided to wear today (one of your many little tricks of course). His lips parted, a gulp traveling down his throat. He quickly removed his eyes from your accentuated breasts, dragging his attention back to his screen.
“G-good Morning” he stumbled on the phrase, his tone quiet and faint.
you smiled out of satisfaction, unable to suppress the butterflies in your stomach that only he managed to make flutter. Seokjin is sexy in the most subtle ways; he doesn’t even try and yet he could make you squirm in your seat like a schoolgirl. His full lips, his deep intense eyes, and dorky smile kindled a pressure in your lower abdomen that you often tried to conceal by crossing your legs. 
“I like that color on you, you look good” you complimented, offering Jin a small smirk.
Jin glanced down at his sweater, his hands smoothing out the cashmere deep blue material. He had liked the color, had even thought it was a nice sweater when he first picked it out at the store but having its tincture complimented by you now, gave it a new feeling - it felt softer against his skin.
“thank you” he almost muttered.
You nodded happily, bringing your hair into a ponytail as you always did when beginning the day. Jin’s eyes hesitantly trailed your exposed neck, carving out the smoothness of your skin and studying each detail of the necklace that hung there - soon halting at the sight of your lips, a breath hitching in his throat. 
“You like what you see, Mr. Kim?” you asked, your eyes sparking with the realization of his discreet stare.
Jin sat up,your voice startling him out of his daze - his eyes now looking in every direction but yours.
“cause you can see more if you want, you just have to ask” your voice was a mere whisper and Jin could feel every hair in his body stand up from your tone alone. There was a long silence, your eyes intensively studying his composure. He moved his attention back on his computer screen, deciding it would be best to ignore the comment that made his heart run laps inside his chest all together.
“Hey Jin” you called, his eyes quickly moving back to you with hesitation.
“I'm only joking” you lied.
You would've allowed him to see your entire soul if he had just asked.
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The day had turned sour rather quickly, the entire office thrown into a frenzy by the threat of an incoming spring storm and it had left you running in circles all throughout the building, your heels beginning to jab into your feet painfully- leaving your soles red and sore. You groaned, stepping into the cafeteria for the first time in the day, finally allowing yourself a small break amidst the hysteria. You needed coffee and you needed it fast. Your heavy eyes scanned the cabinet in search for your favorite mug - propping yourself on your toes for a better view. 
“Where the hell did I put you?” you muttered under your breath, your hands pushing away various mugs in an attempt to find the deep emerald one you always used. Your shoulders ached, weighed down by the tumultuous day and your eyes burned, the result of staring at your computer screen for 4 hours straight. Not finding your mug would be the last straw, the drop of water that would make you spill over. You groaned loudly and leaned against the counter, your hand flying to cover your face in frustration while you balanced from one foot to the other, trying to ease the ache shooting up your legs.
“Are you looking for this?” a quiet and familiar voice asked.
You raised your head slowly, capturing a view of the man standing in front of you, your mug held comfortably in his hand. Exhaustion creeped through your body, leading you to bubble with irrational anger but as you prepared to berate the individual who had seized your precious mug, you took a moment to study their fingers, soon realizing they were the hands you melted over ever so often, concluding who the culprit behind the theft was.
Jin offered you a concerned glance, his profound sepia eyes blinking slowly as if expecting a response. You remained silent, losing yourself in his stare. the ache on your limbs suddenly evaporating for those short seconds, a wave of serenity settling deep inside of you. you shook your head slowly, unable to break eye contact as he made time stop around you.
All urgency to resume your pending tasks halted whilst you stood in front of him - The buzzling in the office growing quiet as your eyes slowly traced his features.
“I can wash it out if you want, I’m done anyways” Jin offered, a small smile forming on his face.
Your attention crawled to his mouth, inspecting his plump and soft lips, lips you wanted to press yours against, lips that were smeared with the cold foam of his coffee, foam you imagined on other parts of his body for you to lick.
“n-no, it's okay” this time it was you who stuttered; it was you who grew flustered.
The room fell silent as you remained stunned by his intense stare, your mind flowing with ideas that were neither appropriate nor sane. You were in deep shit, and you knew it, your heart pressed against your chest begging to jump into the hands of the man standing before you whilst your mind yelled that he was like everyone else, like every guy you had ever met. The one with the soft eyes and quick lies.
“You uh have something” you gestured to his mouth, making him aware of the leftover foam on his lips.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, his hand quickly flying to wipe away at his face. his eyes trailed away from yours, causing you to inhale sharply.
“Did I get it?” he asked, turning back to you. His cheeks still flushed with shame.
You inspected his lips once again, taking in their smoothness and soft pink color, pictured them gracing your skin softly - leaving their imprint on your skin.
“Here I’ll-” you offered, reaching forward and closing the gap between you both. you leisurely wiped away at the top of his lip with your thumb, removing all the residual foam left there. His lips were warm under your touch, your breaths growing short and unruly due to the sensation.
You could feel his stare fixed on you as you aided him, your cheeks becoming rogue at the sudden intimacy of the situation. Jin’s mouth parted as if he had wanted to say something but even if he had you doubted you would have been able to hear him over the hammering of your heart. The euphoric feeling dazed you out of all self restraint - luring you to act upon your intrusive thoughts .
you found yourself losing yourself in the sea of brown that were his eyes again, knowing you could drown and subsequently, dipped your foam covered thumb into your mouth without a second thought.
You collected the sugar that had once rested on his lips on your tongue and allowed it to rest there. A pleasure filled hum echoing from within your chest - your eyes fluttering shut at the satisfaction the fulfillment of your craving caused. You remained stuck there, your brain unable to generate anything but utter bliss. 
“hey! Is there any creamer lef…”
The voice of the intern entering the cafeteria was like cracking thunder, your body jerking as a life vest was being thrown at you, aiding you from going under. Your eyes shot open in realization, body tensing at the action you had just mindlessly committed but Jin didn’t appear to be as startled as you, his eyes firmly held on your lips. It felt like your whole body was on fire and it was only then when you noted the damp fabric of your panties pressed against your clit. 
Both you and Jin turned your heads quickly, eyes landing on the intern who stood shocked by the door, his mouth held ajar. You blinked quickly; your brain unable to register what had just taken place. it was as if everything inside you had been electrocuted and you couldn’t even find the strength to defend yourself against the silent accusation the interns eyes made.
You dreadfully took a step back from Jin, lowering your gaze once he looked back at you - you cleared your throat quickly before stumbling out of the shared space. The sound of your heels leaving echoes inside of Jin’s head.
You had deduced 2 things from that brief encounter. The first being you and Jin were beyond screwed - interns liked to talk, liked to share and gossip didn't take long to spread within the office and secondly, that being alone in a room with Jin was dangerous, far more than you had anticipated.
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“Yup, it's been sent to the group chat” Daiyu nodded, pushing a spoon full of yogurt into her mouth.
You sighed, covering your face in agony.
As expected the details of your little encounter with Jin had been shared all throughout the office with the intern taking quite the creative liberty of disclosing details you were sure never happened. You groaned loudly, pushing your food away. 
“Oh god” you whispered, “we work together, you know I can lose my job right?” you stared at her, wide eyed but your friend didn’t join your panic, instead a small giggle escaped her lips and your eyebrows intertwined in confusion.
“Do you find this funny?” you yelled, throwing a balled-up napkin at her head.
“Hey! Let’s use our words” she laughed, causing you to throw your head back in defeat.
“What did you think was going to happen Y/n? Jin is a man and you are a woman - i'm surprised you haven't humped in the janitors closet yet” she mused. 
You pressed your hands against your temples, trying to stop yourself from imagining the both of you doing the mentioned act. 
“Relax, it’s not that bad” she responded, “besides their just rumors, okay?” you knew she was trying to calm you, trying to bring you back from the trepidation you had been succumbing to during the last few days but her words didn’t offer any relief, anxiety running through your entire body quickly and mercilessly.
“you know I almost believed it but then he added that Jin had his hands wrapped around your waist and I had to debunk it” Daiyu shared, swallowing the yogurt in her mouth “cause we both know that boy would simply combust if he even graced his finger tips against your skin.”
You shot bullets in her direction, how was she able to make a joke out of all of this when you were literally falling apart? your job on the line, your reputation. Everything you had worked so hard to get and maintain all down the gutter for a man and Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of regret in your thoughts, in fact the only reason why you were so stressed out in the first place was for the simple fact that you were caught,caught doing something so frivolous and yet the whole office was in an uproar about it.
If you knew you would be at the brink of getting fired over lingering stares and kinship, you would’ve at least given yourself the liberty of kissing him.
“Hey, you are in your head again” Daiyu yelled, snapping her fingers in your face. you blinked in her direction and sighed, turning away once again.
“Can this get any worse?” you complained.
“I think it just might,” Daiyu winced.
You glanced back at her and turned your head in the direction of her widened eyes. The director had stepped into the cafeteria, and he was walking straight to you. you felt your body tremble, your brain preparing for the worst. You quickly stood up, your entire nervous system beginning to shut down.
“Ms. Y/n” he greeted, you stood completely still, unable to bring any air into your lungs as your knees threatened to collapse.
“Mr. Han,” your voice trembled.
Daiyu stood up quickly, putting down her yogurt and offering your boss a 90 degree bow before standing up straight, giving you a panicked glance.
“Ms. Y/n do you have a moment? I would like to go over some things in my office” your heart dropped, your palms clammy. You soon became very aware of every vein in your body, pulsating strongly against your skin.
your throat went dry, sandpaper rubbing against the other as you tried to form a coherent response.
“I uh I – yeah”
He turned quickly without another word, his steps firm and demanding, you followed behind him like a lost puppy, glancing back at Daiyu; your eyes brimmed with tears. she attempted to give you a smile through her concerned expression but even her movements faltered when she offered you a thumbs up. You were screwed, you had gone too far in your little game and now you were facing the consequences.
The walk back to Mr. Han’s office felt eternal, passing coworkers who stared and mumbled amongst each other. You were dragging your feet at this point, your heart plummeting into despair the closer you got to his office. In retrospect you didn’t feel contrition towards the event that had taken place, one does not lament over things they enjoyed but now was not the time for you to ponder on the things you did or didn't regret.
one word from your boss and you would be sent packing with all of your hopes and dreams.
You entered his office quietly, brain swarmed with negative thoughts - predicting the words that would soon empty from his mouth.
‘YOU’RE FIRED’ 
The unspoken yet inevitable words rang inside your ears - tears swelling in your eyes out of mere anticipation. 
You let out a long breath, hoping that for a second it could appease your mind but it was no use, you were a nervous wreck and it was evident by the way your boss stared at you whilst he sat behind his desk. You decided to solve math problems in your head, a method that most times distracted you from distressing situations but as you began to find the answer to your first algebra problem you felt a presence next to you and when you glanced over, your legs buckled.
“please take a seat guys” your boss requested.
You tried to move your limbs, but your feet were stuck to the ground, eyes fixed on Jin whilst he avoided your gaze and pushed out his chair taking a seat as instructed. He didn't greet you as he tended to do nor did he give you one of his famous small introverted smiles you often looked forward to. It was as if you weren’t even there but you were and it was as if he couldn’t care less. 
Ouch…
he was tense, you could see it and It was all your fault. you were fucked, royally fucked. Your shaky hands reached for your own chair, hesitantly slipping next to him.
“I can assume you know why I’ve asked the both of you here” Mr. Han began, your stomach somersaulting painfully. You glanced over at Jin who remained silent, not a speck of anxiousness in his demeanor. Why was he so relaxed? Had he just accepted his fate? Your face contorted with conflict and then turned to face your boss, a long weighed sigh leaving your body.
“I want to apologize, I know that it wasn’t ethical and I assume full responsibility-“ you began rambling, your mouth going painfully dry. your boss stared back at you like you had 3 heads and your voice faded into thin air, further apprehension spreading inside of you.
“Y/n, I can attest you are really good at your job but why are you apologizing for the weather?” Mr. Han chuckled. you blinked slowly, unable to understand his words.
“huh?”
“look, we might be facing a storm soon and I want to send a group of you over to our headquarters in Yeosu, they will be hit the hardest and in all honesty they need all the help they can get”
Relief and embarrassment flow through you as his intentions are made clear. you let out a small nervous giggle struggling with the intrusive desire to slap yourself across the face.
“I can go on my own,” Jin interrupted, and you quickly turned to him. his face cold and expressionless, your stomach dropping once again and all those bad feelings that had previously  swallowed you, began eating at you all over again.
“I'm sure Ms. Y/n  here has a lot of work on her plate and I'm sure I can do most of the work myself.”
His words were rational, made sense even but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking this was just the aftermath of the rumors that had been spreading. You understood him, being spoken about and stared at when most times all he wanted to do was go about undetected must’ve been uncomfortable, albeit it made your insides twist.
“oh i'm sure you are more than capable but there will be a lot to cover and I just don’t think you’ll be able to manage.”
“Then give me a team, Ms. Y/n can stay here with the others - I'm sure we will need coverage here too” Jin insisted. you couldn’t bring yourself to protest. It was probably the best idea. You didn’t want any more rumors to spread about the two of you, not when it made Jin treat you like this. The game was over - no longer did you find amusement in your actions, instead you started to regret toying with him in the first place. it was immature on your part and you wanted nothing more than to apologize for your childish ways.
“I can understand your consideration of Ms. Y/n but it wasn’t a request” Mr. Han stated, causing chills to go down your spine.
“the train tickets have been purchased, you will be departing tomorrow morning” your boss concluded.
Jin stood up first, walking out of the room without another word. You followed behind quickly, your head spinning in circles as you tried catching up to him. 
“Jin” you called, but he kept his pace - not bothering to look back at you.
“Jin” you repeated, your voice much louder this time. 
His steps slowed, a sigh falling from his lips before he turned to look at you - you couldn't make out the stare he held once his eyes met with yours but it made you feel like shit. This entire ordeal was making you question the kind of person you were and for the first time since you had begun playing mind games with the man, you had realized how fucked this entire thing was. 
“How can i help you Ms. Y/n” his tone had always been reserved but this time it was different - you could feel the chill from a mile away. 
“I just wanted to say I'm sorry” you breathed. 
“Okay” he answered. 
“Okay?” you questioned, taken aback by his response. 
“Okay” Jin reaffirmed before he spun around and left you standing alone and confused in the empty hallway. 
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The train ride had been 3 long painful hours and even though all your colleagues had slept peacefully, including Daiyu who snored into your ear the entire trip you hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Jin. He avoided you like the plague the entire way to Yeosu. Putting on his headphones when it was only the two of you awake, making sure he was the first to exit the train once it arrived, and when you entered the shared home you and your colleagues would be staying in for the longevity of the trip, he intentionally chose the room furthest away from yours.
You decided to just let the situation be, there wasn’t anything you could do now and besides, it didn’t appear like he even wanted an apology. Maybe, seeking him out would only make things worse.
“Have you talked to him?” Daiyu asked, setting up a small satellite on the ground to assist the tracking of the storm.
“no” you muttered, writing down notes in your notepad “and quite frankly I don’t intend to Daiyu.”
“oh come on, we will be here for 2 more days and you guys are just gonna what? Pretend the other is not there? It's making me and everyone else uncomfortable” she complained.
“And what other options do I have? I tried to apologize but he just said okay, like what even is that? okay?!” you huffed with frustration.
“he even stayed in when we said we would go out for drinks” you whisper, the topic alone distracting you from the data you were collecting. The memory caused an ache in your chest, an ache that you didn’t like. It was a faint soreness that had accompanied you many times before, during nights of heartache and rejection, so imperceptible yet debilitating.
“The kid likes you, we know he likes you, you know he likes you, and you like him” Daiyu shrugs “why are you dragging this?” her tone was annoyed but she held a smile on her face.
“it's more complicated than that and you know that” you responded, rolling your eyes.
“ugh whatever keep eye fucking him for all I care” Daiyu groaned.
“Are you all done here? I'll wait in the car” you yelled, taking quick steps away from Daiyu.
“hey! We need to make sure it's stable!” Daiyu yelled out but you ignored her, pretending to be too far to hear her curses.
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As predicted the storm had arrived ferociously. Wind ripping through the city, rain pouring harshly - turning the sky opaque. Your dry and pained eyes stared at the computer screen in front of you as you wrote yet another report, racing against mother nature in an attempt to keep up with the current weather. You hadn’t slept in the last 24 hours and the toll it had left was visible. The only thing keeping you awake being the loud crackles of thunder tearing into the sky. 
You had been locked in your room all day and you had no intentions on stepping out.
The rest of the group with the exception of Jin had left to track the storm, giving you hourly updates on the current situation and the damage the storm was leaving in its path. Knowing you were alone with him in the same house left an anxious haze in your system.
You allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds, giving them some moisture but your mind wandered to another place, drifting deeper into your consciousness - within the darkness of your tightly shut eyes you envisioned Jin’s capable hands. touching, roaming, rubbing. You retracted the image of his mouth, of his tongue. Sliding, licking, pulling. And then there it was, the pooling between your thighs, the pressure under your navel.
Your eyes opened quickly as another thunder rolled through the sky, bright lights seeping through your half-opened blinds, dragging you away from your salacious contemplations.
You needed to clear your mind, to provide your brain another task to focus on before it began to rot. An impulse surged through you, your body rising from the chair it had made a home out of and stepping out into the dark house. What was the worst that could happen? For Jin to ignore you? He was already doing that anyway.
Your steps were soft as you made your way to the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea sounding delicious at the moment, it would help you fall asleep and above all it would shake away the anxiousness that gripped you. your mouth watered with the idea. 
Aside from the small creaks the foundation of the old home made against the strong wind outside- everything else was completely silent. The gray evening sky offering the only source of light throughout the space.
You reached into the coverts and pulled out a kettle, which you filled with water and set on the stove to boil. Your eyes wandered out the window, concerned with the raging weather that apparently had no intentions on stopping. You were worried for your team, hoping they had found shelter, and you were also worried about running into Jin. all the bravery you had suddenly found in those short seconds when you first decided to leave your room quickly fading away. you blinked slowly, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion pressing on your body.
 You made mental plans of a warm shower and then finally some rest, if the thunder allowed it.
If your Jin ridened brain would allow it.
There was another crackle in the sky and then the sliding door in the dining room opened and slammed shut, your whole nervous system jolting as a loud scream escaped your mouth. you turned your head to access the damage the wind had probably caused but your made out a figure standing by the door. A drenched, heaving figure. You blinked rapidly, ensuring it wasn’t your imagination and once your brain awakened from its internal slumber you realized that the person standing there, dripping wet from head to toe was Jin.
“Jin?” you exclaimed “are you okay?”
Your feet moved quickly towards him, mind racing with weariness at the sight of him. His presence left a puddle on the floor, his rain slicked black hair stuck to his forehead. He nodded slightly, wanting to avoid further questioning. You reached into the closet nearby and pulled out a clean towel. 
He was shivering, mouth trembling as he stood there in complete silence.
“What were you doing outside? It's dangerous out there” your voice was stern, but you weren’t trying to reprimand him. Jin was a grown man, and you were sure he was aware of the current climate.
“I had forgotten my camera” he simply explained, holding up the canon T7 camera for you to see.
“Gosh, let me help you” you sighed, taking fast steps towards him. your mind was racing with ways you could help him, concerned with his well-being however once you were closer, all those thoughts stopped – paused by the view in front of you. Jin’s black t-shirt was glued to his body, the imprint of his torso visible through the wet material. His face dripped droplets of water as he stared at you with those eyes that you habitually melted over and you weren’t sure if it was due to the rain outside, but his skin appeared to glisten, accentuating the veins that crawled down his forearms and down his hands.
This wasn’t the time to look, to peer like you often did, not a moment to tease but your eyes couldn’t help trail down to his sweats that now due to the weight of the water they had absorbed sat just below his waist, his underwear peeking above them.
You cleared your throat, attempting to remain focused whilst your hands tended to the shivering man in front of you but once the towel touched his skin, his hand came up to grip yours. You looked up at him quickly, your brows knitting with concern. His eyes pierced through you and you recalled the reason why the both of you hadn’t spoken this entire time, remembered the way he had avoided you at all costs.
“don’t do that” his tone was low, a heaviness within it that you had never heard him use before.
“do what?” yours quivered, a crack forming at the last word.
“don’t provoke me,” Jin stated.
The ache returned inside your chest, the one that you hated so much and you felt weak. Your eyes faltered, blinking away from his gaze with a heavy sigh.
“Jin, I want to apologize again, I shouldn’t have-“ you began, unable to recognize the softness in your words - a knot embedding itself in your trachea.
“What are you apologizing for?” his expression was that of confusion and you felt intimidated. The question leaves you disoriented.
“what?” you asked.
“you shouldn’t apologize if you aren’t sorry.”
“but I am” you stood on those words, truly feeling culpable of the situation you had created due to your lack of self control, due to your habit of complicating things but Jin’s words held different meaning which you had missed due to your lack of sleep,or perhaps it was because you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the bulge that pressed against his drenched sweats.
 Jin was teasing you.
He stepped closer, his chest now mere inches from yours. His towering build caused you to become very aware of how tall he really was, you didn’t speak another word as the room suddenly shrunk 3 sizes, your breath trapped inside of your rib cages.
“I take pride in the kind of man that I am” he muttered, leaning his face towards yours. “im respectful – a well mannered man” Jin’s eyes trailed down to your lips and he watched them intently as they parted slightly. 
“I am a civil man” he whispered, his hand rising to caress the skin of your cheek softly - erupting goosebumps everywhere inside of you. the shy and concealed man you had come to know had disappeared, leaving no traces of innocence – his stare flickering with lust. His thumb smoothed over your mouth and you could feel your heart rumble within your chest, your body trembling with each outlet of air.
“but you continue to toy with me, you appear in my dreams where I find myself doing the most indecent things to you” the confession made you lean into his touch, the realization of how good his hand felt pressed against your cheek eliminating all hesitation “it makes me question what a gracious man like me can do.”
“Jin” you trembled, body running feverishly warm as you bore into his eyes.
His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with strands of your hair and he pulled, firmly but yet not hard enough to cause pain – your mouth opened as a whine traveled through your throat but before it could escape; his lips landed on yours.
 his tongue twisting away the small complaint.
It felt like a dream, like it wasn't real and for a second you wanted to pinch yourself – you wanted your alarm to go off so that you could wake up because it felt too real and dreams like these often brought you utter disappointment. Jin ran his hands against your body, his cold touch leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
You could feel your arousal dripping against your panties, the exhilaration of his mouth and hands on you leaving your mind hazed. Jin’s hand trailed under your tank top, his fingers gracing your stomach as they dragged themselves towards your breast, your small whimpers pouring into his ravenous mouth. His hand went under your bra where his fingers found your nipples, rubbing them lightly. your body leaning into his as a consequence. You both stood so close now and yet, it didn’t feel like enough.
You wanted to melt into him, wanted to feel him everywhere all at once – until you couldn't breath, until you were louder than the storm outside.
Small moans left your lips, urging him to lose all control and you could tell he was reaching his breaking point when his hips jerked forward, his erection pressing against your thigh. You leaned away from his lips, eyes meeting at the sudden action. You tugged at his drenched t-shirt and he allowed you to remove it, lifting his arms up in the air. Your eyes trailed his skin as you exposed it, inch by inch.
He was gorgeous, not a trace of imperfections on his soft pale skin – his shoulders were so broad and you pictured your legs stretched over them, giving him full access to the part that pulsed sorely in-between your thighs.
His hand reached for your hair once again, pulling your head back - his tongue traveling up the valley of your neck. your eyes fluttered shut, mouth releasing short sighs as he bit and nibbled on the tender skin. You felt like your skin was on fire, cheeks burning due to the lack of oxygen his mouth was causing. It was a  high you wanted to be in at all times.
 you had misread Jin entirely. This man was capable of destroying you, the evidence in the way your body trembled under his attention.
His hand slipped from under your shirt, finding the hem of your pajama pants and guiding his hand inside. Your mouth falling completely open once his slender fingers reach your clit, quivering in anticipation. He palmed you through your panties slowly, allowing your wetness to spread across the crutch of your panties.
“mhmm so warm” Jin groaned almost painfully.
He licked his lips as he stared into your eyes, darkness enveloping them the longer his hand remained inside of your pants, you knew you were completely fucked, he had you right where he wanted you.
 a thought arises from within the deepest part of your mind that perhaps, he was the one toying with you all this time. testing how far you would go to bring him to this point.
“Jin” you moaned “I want to uh.”
“What do you want to do?” he asked, arching his brow at your broken request.
You couldn’t concentrate but you were sure of what you wanted, of what you wanted to do to him. you reached forward, your hand finding his rock hard dick - giving it a slow pump. It quivered under your touch, urging you for more. Small groans fell out Jin’s mouth, the hand intertwined with your hair pulling back a bit harder.
Your eyes pleaded out to him -  slowly sinking on your knees. your stare never breaks with Jin. You wanted to look at him while you snatched his soul away, you had imagined this moment so many times and now that it was finally here, presented to you in a silver platter your mouth salivated. You slowly pushed down his sweats and then his boxers, his erection springing out, standing tall in front of you.
Your willing tongue unraveled from your mouth, holding his delicate length in your hand as you slid your tongue up his shaft, spreading your saliva against the pulsing vein there. Your deep breaths cascades over his tip, his cock twitching against your tongue in anticipation. Jin watched  through hooded eyes, unable to blink away from your position under him.
“Ah fuck” he groaned. 
You looked so pretty, so dirty – he could cum from the sight alone.
Your tongue glided towards his tip, your damp muscle collecting all the pre-cum that sat on his slit, the salty taste making your clit pulsate. Your tongue slipped back and forth and then you felt it, his whole body trembling at the pleasure you were drawing out with just your mouth and you let out a moan, one that you couldn’t withhold because god did he look ethereal from this angle.
You eased his head into your mouth, eyes wide open looking up at him – your cheeks hollowing as you began to slowly bob your head, allowing him to catch his breath whilst your tongue glided around his thickness. Hisses streamed out of him, the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him leading him to throw his head back in pleasure.
Your saliva allowed you to take in more of him – feeling his cock reach the back of your throat, tickling your tonsils. you began moving your head faster, your hand reaching to pump the length that your mouth couldn’t take, the other slipping inside of your pajamas, your fingers rubbing against your folds and dipping inside of your warm walls.
His hand reached down, gripping your hair again and you noticed it was something he liked to do but you didn’t mind – the small pang of discomfort causing moans to vibrate against his dick. Jin’s hips started to move into your willing mouth, drool dripping down your chin as you continued your quick tempo – the sound of his drenched cock dipping in and out of your mouth echoing inside of the dining area along with the sound of your gagging. 
Your eyes burned, tears brimming at the corners but you didn’t dare to look away as he looked down at you, he appeared so sexy whilst in heat, the thought that it was you doing this to him causing your fingers to move quicker inside of you, your arousal gliding down your hands. 
“Y/n” Jin moaned.
You removed your hand from his shaft and took in the rest of him, you could feel your throat begin to burn but you didn’t care – your need to have his entire length in your mouth overpowering even your need for air. Your head bobbed up and down, waiting for him to come undone in your mouth but his hand pulled back on your head, causing his cock to slide out of your mouth with a loud pop.
“That's not where I want to come,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. 
He glided his thumb against your pulsing red lips, collecting the drool that remained on your chin. You whimpered, your own thumb pressing against your clit - fucking yourself to the sight of him. He carried a dark ardor, a look in his eyes that you had never witnessed before or perhaps never noticed. 
In one swift movement you were off the floor, Jin placed you on the kitchen counter - his tongue once again sliding down the nape of your neck dragging out small moans from your mouth. He was experienced, his mouth and hands knowing where to touch and tug as if he had studied your entire anatomy and you let him, falling into the bliss of all your lust filled dreams. 
His mouth found yours, his lips blending against your own with rapid appetite. His hands traveled to your waist, moving his fingers in between the skin and the hem of your pants and with one pull - he brought down your pajamas and dampened panties. You yelped as the cold air hit your hot clit - begging for his touch. He pulled away from your kiss - bringing his pointer and index finger into his mouth and coating the digits with his saliva - his eyes fixed on yours. 
Your body shivered, as you watched him preparing himself to completely wreck you and not a word of objection leaves your mouth, entranced with how sexy he makes it all look. He’s a professional and you had been too cocky to ever realize that. He pressed his fingers against your throbbing pussy, your hips jerking forward at the sensation. His fingers are long and warm against your cunt and you want nothing more than to have them inside of you. 
“Shhh relax” Jin hummed, rubbing your clit in small slow circles. 
Your breath trembled, mouth falling open as he teased your needy cunt - a smirk forming on his lips. Your touch deprivation didn't go unnoticed to the man standing in front of you. Your back arching into his teasing contact. He leaned forward and left wet kisses on your chest, trails of love bites and saliva as  he reached your breast and then his fingers began to move faster - his mouth taking one of your nipples into his mouth with ease. 
“Jin” you whimpered. He was everywhere all at once and your body shook, he was too much and yet you were capable of taking it all. 
His tongue went flat against your hardened nub, gliding it up and down and then sucking on the nipple softly, your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your legs shaking as he slid one finger into your welcoming cunt and then another, and then another and soon he began pumping them quickly, holding no mercy. 
Your hips matched his tempo and your breast begin to bounce as fucked yourself into his hand. Jin pulled away from your breast - not wanting to miss how much of a slut you had become for him. Your eyes were completely shut - allowing the feeling to take over you completely and you were a wreck but you couldn’t control your hips as they rolled against his appendages. Jin groaned at the sight of you, of your Pretty cunt taking all 3 of his fingers. 
“Look at you, you love this don’t you” he muttered into your ears, his forehead pressed into your cheek as he looked down at his fingers disappearing into your cunt, glistening with your juices - leaving a small puddle on the counter. 
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked but you remained silent, whimpers replacing the answer you wanted to give. 
“Mhm?” Jin urged you, wanting to hear you beg for him. 
“Y-yes” you stuttered. 
“Look who's stuttering now” he mocked and your eyes open, gleaming with lust. 
Jin slowly retracted his fingers from where they had remained, embedded inside of you, the action making you whine in desperation which made Jin smile in response - you were needy, no longer in control and Jin felt his dick quiver at the realization. He looked deep into eyes as he stood in front of you. he raised his hand and spit into his palm proceeding to lather up your already dripping cunt. You could feel his saliva coat your clit, the feeling causing your whole body to tremble. 
He leaned back in for a kiss, slowly pressing you back into the counter until you could only see the ceiling above you. His hands slid up your thighs and with one swift movement he brought your ass to the end of the counter, your legs now placed exactly where you had wanted them to be for so long, where you thought they would look their best, thrown over his shoulders. 
“You look so good like this” he groaned, his eyes scanning your half naked body. 
You could hear the loud whistling of the tea kettle on the stove consume the entire room, creating a symphony with the moans that rattled from your lungs and then Jin sank into you, with so much ease, so smoothly that for the next few seconds you couldn't breath. 
Jin’s hands rubbed along your legs, his hips starting to roll into you with swift and disposed movements. You could feel all of him, the pulsations of his cock as he slowly retracted and then easily slipped back inside. The way the tip of his cock reached your ovaries, your legs quivering out of reflex. 
“Jin” you cried out and you lost it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he snapped his waist, pounding into you with so much speed that the counter underneath you began to shake, Jin’s hand flied to your tank top, gripping it in his hand -  pulling at the fabric with each thrust that he gave you. 
“Is this what you wanted me to do all this time?” he questioned, bringing his thumb against your clit. 
“Y-yes” you yelped. 
“Fuck Y/n” he moaned breathlessly and the thunder outside was no match for the sound of your greedy wet cunt taking his entire length, your loud yelps and moans masking the natural disaster taking place. 
Your ass bounced against his thighs each time he slammed into you and he was frantic, your warm walls smothering his aching cock as he plunged into you with so much need and desire you could feel your clit swell around him. As you peered down at him there wasn’t a trace left of the shy boy you once knew. His eyes darkened, glazed over as he stared at his dick stretching out your walls. His teeth biting down onto his lip harshly in a foolish attempt to refrain from the grunts that vibrated from his chest. 
His fingers rubbed quickly over your flustered clit, it was as if he already knew what you needed before you said it, he had you down to a science and you couldn’t stop your body from convulsing, your cunt squeezing around him as a signal of your incoming orgasm. 
“Jin i’m gonna-” you yelp out, this orgasm was different from the ones you would give yourself to the thought of him, pressure beginning to form dangerously in your core. 
“Shhhh i know princess relax” he hummed like an expert only would. 
Your legs fell from his shoulders and his hands received them quickly, holding them wide open. The view of your pussy taking him to the hilt  urging him to flutter in pleasure but he didn’t want to look away - he didn’t want to miss a beat, not when it had been everything he’s dreamed of and more. 
You looked so perfect, felt so perfect and whilst he fought the utter pleasure surging through him, that left him completely spent he could feel your cunt constricting around his cock, his hips faltering at the sudden tightness that enveloped him. 
“Ahh ahh” Jin yelped. 
 With loud moans you came undone, your body tensing and muscle restricting - eyes brimming with tears and just as fast, you felt every cell inside of you ease, like a shot of anesthesia, body and mind going completely blank. Moments later Jin shoots streams of his warm nectar into your walls, filling up every ridge, his milk oozing out as he retracts his hips slowly, careful as to not disturb your high. 
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By the time the morning crept into the city of Yeosu, the storm had subsided - superseded by the bright sun that now shined directly in your face. You concluded that the sky had made it its goal to not allow you peaceful slumber these past few days. Denying you the pleasures of rest. You had been awake for a few minutes now but you had been reluctant to open your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the soft comforter wrapped around your nude body. 
Perhaps you were just really tired but the truth was that you just didn’t want to recognize the body that laid next to you, soft snores flowing past their lips, their face nestled into the crook of your neck. 
If you opened your eyes then it would all come to an end, the feeling of his arm wrapped around your waist, the feeling of his weight besides you. Yet, you knew it couldn't last forever and although neither of you had shared any words regarding the events that took place last evening, or the other things that happened after that, you concluded it would all end the same way it usually did. 
You weren’t unfamiliar to awkward goodbyes when the sexual tension dissipated and though inside you wanted to hold onto the hope that maybe this time it would be different, that Jin wasn't like that - you were aware of the inevitable. 
Your eyes blinked open with a soft hiss and for a moment you were blinded by a ray of sunshine gleaming on your face - you raised one of your arms, blocking away the light and carefully turned to glance over at the sleeping man beside you. Jin was sound asleep and you could tell how completely at ease he was in contrast to your nerves that rattled you out of your very needed and desired slumber. 
You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to wake up to an empty bed but you knew it would only be harder if you were to leave whilst he was awake, you knew he would attempt to sooth the rejection that was approaching. 
You carefully lifted his arm from around your waist, sliding inch by inch out of the comforter you both shared. Your eyes remained on his resting form, his lips slightly parted and his disheveled silky black locks sprawled on the pillow underneath his head - he looked angelic and your heart lurched at the sight. 
You contemplated if you should’ve stayed, if you could allow yourself a bit of cruelty in exchange for comfort but you had been down that road many times before and at last you made up your mind. Your eyes moved to scan the floor, trying to find the article of clothing you wore the day before but they are nowhere to be found. 
“Shit” you whispered. 
Scenes of the previous day flashed through your mind like a silent film, replaying the lust filled moments you both shared - your bodies intertwining in nearly every room of the vacant home until you found shelter under his bed sheets. His moans and whimpers forever embedded into your memory causing your legs to quiver as you stood disoriented in his room. 
You had left your clothing sprawled in different corners of the house - evidence left for your colleagues to find upon their arrival. 
Jin’s body twists and turns and grumbles fall from his lips, shifting you into overdrive. your hands quickly picked up one of his t-shirts that had been thrown across the floor. You slipped the fabric over your head - being suddenly hit with his scent, guilty adrenaline soaring through you. 
You slowly moved towards the door, your steps careful and calculated as you attempted to escape the room like a foolish thief. Your hands reached for the doorknob, wincing as the door creaked under your touch, cursing at the old house for exposing you in such a dire situation. 
“I thought i had at least 5 more minutes” Jin’s raspy voice echoed inside of the silence you so badly tried to keep. 
Your body froze - heart thumping inside of your chest at a faster rate than before. You shut your eyes as a grimace took over your expression - you had been caught, red handed. You tried to come up with an excuse, in order to lessen the blow but nothing came to mind and as you turned you gave him the words you had heard oh so many times before. 
“Sorry, i didn't want to wake you” the words left a pungent aftertaste in your mouth as you spoke them. 
Jin was sitting amongst the mess of comforter and sheets you both had made, his bare chest gleaming with the light that ripped through the windows - his hand reaching to rub his puffy eyes, a long exhausted sigh leaving his lips. 
“It's too early for you to lie and honestly, I'm too tired to believe it.”
You blinked quickly, his statement throwing you off balance. His tone did not hold any anger or frustration - he sounded disappointed. He was a reflection of you this time and now you were the one having to seek for poor excuses regarding your sudden departure. 
“Jin I-” you tried to speak but your words were cut off by silence, a boulder sitting comfortably against your throat. 
Jin shifted from his sitting position - his eyes focused on your messy hair and on his favorite t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. 
“You are always close but yet, so out of reach Y/n” Jin states “as open as you appear to be you hold your doors so tightly that your hands grow blisters.” he didn’t intend to be harsh - in fact his words are only a demonstration of how deeply he had come to know you but you couldn’t control the bitter sensation they left inside of you. 
“I didn't mean to- '' you began but couldn’t finish, swallowing down your justifications. 
“I can predict the weather for the next 2 weeks but not what you will do next” he chuckled and your lips quivered at the reality of what he was saying, of the truths that he knew and threw at you without hesitation. 
“I just don't want to mess things up - not this time around Jin, not with you” your mouth grew dry, your eyes glistening with tears that you didn’t want to let out. 
“That’s not a decision you can make on your own,” Jin retorted. 
“Jin, i've been here before so many times - i don't want it to be you running out of my life this time, the thought alone is unbearable and i know we don't know each other like that but i don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, you are a really nice guy” you don’t breath between your words, your lungs constricting as you give him your reasons in fear that he won't understand. 
“Well I'm not the one sneaking out of the room, am i?” 
Jin’s stare was sharp and you fidgeted under it - your mind attempting to find other logical reasons why whatever it is you both shared ultimately would come crashing down in the most vile kind of way. 
“What if you grow tired of me?” you whispered, eyes looking away from his. 
“I like coffee” he jokes and this time you smile. 
“I'm being serious!” you whine, your brows knitting with the conflicting debate that expands in your head. 
“Y/n, i am a grown man” Jin smirks “and not the kind that plays silly little games.”
Your eyes snap in his direction - a pang of guilt shooting through you. 
“Yeah i’m sorry about that too” you mutter, your cheeks growing flushed in embarrassment. 
“Are you?” Jin raises his eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his cheeks.
“Stop apologizing and come here.”
It doesn't take a second longer before you swiftly remove his t-shirt from your body - making a mental note to remind him that it belongs to you now. the insignificant object becoming one of the first things he will let you keep without hesitation because this man, the one who you decorate with kisses - the one that has entered your atmosphere at high speeds and at an unknown trajectory will never be like the others.
© 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.
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itssunshinetoday · 5 months ago
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❁ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, seokjin
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livingformintyoongi · 6 months ago
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Get to know the life of the members of Bring On The Night! The pop/rock band of the moment that has a whole generation addicted to their music, lyrics and performers.
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| Kim Seokjin: The Bassist
You were Jin's childhood friend, the one who always went to all his bass practices, the one who went to all his mini concerts, the one who tested the songs before he played them live, you were even the first person he ran to tell the news that his band had been dominated to his first award.
The problem with this? You were always just that to Jin, the typical childhood friend he wouldn't give up for anything in the world, but would never see as anything more.
A few months ago Jin started dating yet another girl, a certain Yeji, whom he had met in college.
You were starting to feel how awful it was to be just another friend, and you wanted to give it your last try before giving up forever with Jin and moving on with your life.
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| Min Yoongi: The Producer
You had been in a fully sexual relationship with Yoongi for over 5 years. Yes, you went out on the occasional date in secret, but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make the public think you were a couple, or sex partners.
You had never had a problem with this, until little by little you noticed how you started to feel things for him that definitely had nothing to do with your fully sexual relationship, so you did what you did best.
You ran away.
-> Drabble 1 [Request]: How did they meet?
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| Jung Hoseok: The Composer
You met Hoseok in a dance class you had during your last years in college. The two of you hit it off perfectly and decided to stay in touch.
You talked to him when he won his first award, he talked to you when he heard you got a permanent contract at your current company. You called him when you found out he had landed a fairly well known girlfriend in the middle, he congratulated you on finding your fiancé.
Now, 2 years after that, you had no idea how to tell him that your husband and his fiancée were fucking in your bed.
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| Kim Namjoon: The Drummer
You were Bring On The Night's manager since their debut. You had taken good care of them, always tried to give them a reasonable schedule, always talked to interviewers before interviews, always tried to keep them safe without asking for anything in return. That's exactly what made Namjoon fall at your feet.
From the beginning he always had eyes for you, he always drowned in his feelings thinking about how annoying it might be for you to stay on the job knowing that he had feelings for you.
However, this same attitude not only attracted to him, but to other guys who worked in the same industry. It was this very thing that made Namjoon decide to fight for you, even if it would destroy your working relationship and friendship.
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| Park Jimin: The Keyboardist
You were Jimin's girlfriend during his pre-debut era. You would go to support him at practice, bring him food, water, sometimes even a change of clothes. You loved the way he loved his job, but love wasn't always enough to overcome the adversities that made life as a star. That was made clear to you by the Ceo of Bring on the night's discography.
You broke up with him shortly after his debut, you didn't give him any explanation, you simply told him that you didn't want to be with him anymore and you left.
Years later, in the present day, Jimin had become a world star, famous for his talent on the keyboard, and you, for your part, had achieved your goal of becoming a critically acclaimed actress.
What you never thought was that, as you were both on the same level, you would inevitably meet at events such as awards shows, and, to be honest, you didn't think you could ever say no to Jimin again.
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| Kim Taehyung: The Guitarist
For the first time in your entire career as an artist you had gotten into a scandal, and one of the worst scandals there could have been. A rapper whose name you didn't even know had told hundreds of gossip channels that the two of you were in a solely sexual relationship.
Now, with no excuse to give because no one would believe you without proof, you and your manager decided to make a completely risky bet; talk to Kim Taehyung, the guitarist of BOTN and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate to accept.
The deal was clear: neither would have feelings for the other, neither would meddle in the other's relationships, and neither owed the other any explanations.
At first you thought it would be simple, just another performance, just like you did for your music videos.
How wrong you were.
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| Jeon Jungkook: The Vocalist
Jungkook considered himself a very tolerant person. He tolerated Jin with his horrible jokes, he tolerated Namjoon breaking his stuff by accident from time to time, he even tolerated Jimin stealing his stuff, but there was one specific point where he would never tolerate any bullshit.
That point was you.
The day he found out the idiot you were dating, he almost broke his phone from how hard he smashed it against the wall. He believed you deserved better, no, he knew you deserved better, no doubt about it, and he was more than willing to show you what would be the minimum point you should accept in a man.
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citrustan · 3 months ago
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Can you please do a rich seokjin x reader wherein he grovels for oc 🙏😭 Like he did not defend oc when his parents were being mean to her and even defended them something like that hahaha I live for angst fics so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Thank you in advance btw! I really really enjoy your fics!)
hii thanks! love it when requests are specific!! please send in more of these :D
'm dividing this into two parts because it's too long for me to call it a drabble
please, please, please [1/2] (ksj)
pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: sugar daddy turned boyfriend!seokjin x middle-class, unemployed!reader ALSO dilf!seokjin. angst, fluff, and barely-there smut (in the next part) yet again because i'm taking tiny baby steps towards the big girl stuff.
warnings: there's an ex-wife, unkind parents, and typical rich people behaviour: take that as you may!
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The evening had started on a high note.
The birds were chirping, the breeze was gentle. Yada yada. You centred yourself with your boyfriend's son, Sehun's, giggles, to distract slash calm yourself. At the same time, Seokjin's entire family and friends (and you) gathered under the warm glow of temporary lamps installed specifically for the occasion in his backyard.
Admittedly, it's borderline disrespectful to call it a backyard when it was easily over an acre of lush grassland, adorned with flower fields, and a horse farm. With champagne-equipped golf carts, decorated with wisterias and vines, used to transport the party goers from one place to another, and well-dressed staff to guide everyone. And you kept seeing the fairest doves. You wonder if that was natural or of they were introduced to the area for the party.
You knew your boyfriend slash sugar daddy was rich, but you had no idea just how rich.
As the evening progressed, the mood, specifically yours, began to shift---bit by bit, for the worse. Your once nervous yet lively aura had grown strained.
It was such a shit-show.
Starting with Seokjin's parents who couldn't pretend to be nice for the life of them, or was that intentional? Perhaps to scare you off or something. Because it worked.
They were distant, awkward, and nothing like Seokjin had described them to be. You were under the impression that you'd be meeting your second family, an extension of your own.
Boy, were you mistaken.
You were met with so much... inhospitality and indifference.
It was so bad you had to walk away from your table a few times just to stop your tears from falling and ruining your makeup.
They kept talking about Sehun's mother and Seokjin's perfect ex-wife, as if you weren't sitting right across them. Speaking of their relationship in present tense--- 'Oh, you're so beautiful together.' 'The perfect family.' 'She's the best daughter-in-law anyone could ask for.'
All the while, you're the one with a promise ring on your finger.
Seokjin, obviously, interrupted them everytime. But even he eventually tired himself out too.
Every time you attempted to make conversation with the pair, you were met with blank stares.
You couldn't even escape them because Sehun was off with his caretaker, being his 6 year old self, uncaring of where he is. You had nobody to go to except the man you were already seated next to.
"Seokjin," his mother began, "When you mentioned planning a soirée, I assumed you were getting back with Yewon."
His father added, "Your mother and I were so happy."
Were.
Seokjin exchanged an uneasy look with you.
You expected him to defend you. Maybe just give them a little scolding. Or a simple yet stern 'be normal.'
But instead, he just scoffs and laughs.
That was it.
Shakily sighing, you excused yourself for the seventh time that night to lick your wounds in privacy.
This time, when you didn't return after ten minutes, Seokjin comes looking for you, immediately finding you stood near his favourite Magnolia tree.
You looked like you were in deep thought and a little tipsy. And you were thinking up a storm. How was this going to play out? Would you be made to break up with each other? Would Seokjin leave you?
He paused to your right, "_____, I know this isn't enough but I really am sorry. I had no idea they'd react this way."
Defeated, you whisper, "I don't even know how to act. I mean... it doesn't matter because it's not like they'd even notice."
You add, "And you're right. It's not enough." Angry, you rapidly turn to face him, "You keep letting them treat me like I'm invisible. And they keep talking about Yewon and your, oh, so perfect marriage as if she didn't cheat on you. I mean, you technically cheated on each other later anyway, right?"
Seokjin's expression darkened. He tilted his head in disbelief, "_____. I can't believe you'd bring that up."
"Is that why they don't like me? Because they know I'm your mistress?"
Seokjin's scowl deepens, "Don't talk about yourself like that, _____."
Oh!
Mockingly raising your brow at him, you laugh, "Oh, but it's okay for mommy and daddy to talk about me 'like that'?" You make air quotations at 'like that.'
"Of course, it isn't! But, that's just how they are. They're horrible people, _____." He exasperates, "And I know there's no changing their mind. So do yourself a favour and just... don't bother about what they think or say. It's not important." He's breathing heavy when he finishes.
You painstakingly digest each of his words.
Now, there are two possible meanings of his advice.
Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you and I are the only ones who matter!
OR
Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you're disposable anyway!
But, you're not sober enough to decide yet.
Seokjin caresses your naked, cold, arm with a warm hand. His fingers travel up to your décolletage, grazing against it, then further upwards to gently fix the diamond necklace he bought you on your last birthday.
He then takes his blazer off to drape it over your shivering shoulders.
Seokjin looks at you, carefully choosing his tone to reflect his state of mind: apologetic, "I promise we can leave after Yewon gets here. My parents invited her too. And, she'll be taking Sehun to her place today."
You wait for him to continue because you know there's more.
"We'll greet her. Cordially. Bid goodbye immediately after. And see Sehun once before we head to your place. Is that... Would you be okay with that?"
The fact that Seokjin, as the host, was going to leave his own party for you makes you feel guilty. But you knew you would not be able to deal with Seokjin's relatives any longer.
So you nod once, "Ok."
He links your arms together and walks you back to the main event where they serve the good stuff. Yay for you!
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"Seokie! You look great. _____, you too! Your hair looks amazing." Yewon grins at you.
"Thank you, Yewon. You look beautiful as well." Seokjin answers for the two of you as you drunkenly smile at her.
(Two) hours had passed since Seokjin promised you you could leave after Yewon arrived. Which meant you had two too many hours to down the seemingly bottomless Champagne flutes.
Yewon observes you with concern and raises a brow at your boyfriend. Seokjin simply nodded in response, with his arm still wrapped around you, supporting your weight.
Not oblivious to the silent conversation going on in front of you, you nuzzle your face directly into his chest.
Yewon is lovely. She's the best ex-wife any girlfriend could've asked for. Respectful, friendly even, and... normal.
Still, you've always been jealous of their relationship.
They still had chemistry, and were great co-parents.
There was nothing stopping Seokjin from going back to her. Well, there's you, but had you not been in his life, you wonder if they'd have gotten back together.
"There you are! Kim Yewon, my favourite daughter." Holding Yewon by her waist, Seokjin's mother feigns anger, "Now, why did it take you so long to get here?"
Was she 12? You hate her. So much. All you want is for Seokjin to make her... stop.
"In all honesty, I overslept." Yewon smiles, embarrassed.
Mrs. Kim sighs dramatically, "Well, you are a doctor. You deserve to rest. You work too hard."
"Ah, yes... Maybe... Why don't we go find Sehun? _____ and Seokjin are leaving soon." Yewon is evidently aware of how his family is reacting to you, and wants to minimize all of her interactions and words exchanged with the Kims.
At that Mrs. Kim looks at her son bewildered, "You're going to leave your own party? That's just rude."
THAT'S rude?
"I'm sorry, mom. We," Seokjin raises your clasped hands up, "have important plans."
"Well... What could be more important than family? You're just going to leave your son and his mother to fend for themselves?"
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>:(
.
Hm.
Now... what happens in the next few minutes, you blame slash credit the alcohol.
You don't understand why he had to lie because you certainly had no issue with telling the real reason you were leaving.
"That's right, Mrs. Kim, Seokjin chose me. We don't have," you make air quotes when you say this, "important plans, we, my boyfriend and I, we, just want to get as far away from you as possible because you have a chip up your ass and you walk around with a stick on your shoulder."
Seokjin and Yewon froze.
"And Seokjin hates you." You spat. "He hates you so much he planned a gigantic party just so he wouldn't have to spend more than a few minutes with you at once."
You want to stop but your mouth works faster than your brain.
"Seokjin hates you so much he always needs other people around you to cut the tension."
At this point you were word vomiting.
"He hates you so much he keeps himself busy with work. And when he's not at work, he's with me. And my family," - "_____, stop talking," Seokjin sternly scolds.
But you don't hear him, "- because he loves me. And Sehun, and he loves my mother because she isn't a narcissistic bitch who treats her son like-" You stop.
Seokjin squeezes your hand as if he were begging you to shut the fuck up as Mrs. Kim stares at you in contempt; her face red, nose flared, jaw, and fists clenched.
But you don't budge, "His marriage is over. Understand that. It's like you don't even care about what he's been through."
"_____, please."
Seokjin's request has fallen to deaf ears once again.
You continue, "All you do is criticize his choices and decisions. You don't even care that Yewon cheated on your son because you're just as up her ass as you are up your own."
At that, Seokjin instantly drags you away from the two women. Both Mrs. Kims.
He takes you back to the tree.
You half expect him to make out with you because he looked... somewhat worked up.
The pins in your hair are starting to feel a little too tight and you feel sweaty even though it's freezing.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
You drunkenly stare at him, eyes widened in genuine confusion. You place a hand on your chest, "Me?"
"You had no right to cause a scene like that. I told you we were leaving. I was handling it."
But he was, in fact, not handling it. You helped him!
Seokjin needed someone to back him up. If he couldn't stand up for himself, you didn't expect him to stand up for you.
You owlishly blink up at him.
"_____, this isn't high school. You're not a child. You can't go around yelling at adults about how mean they are."
"I was just trying to hel-"
"This isn't a movie, _____. This is real life. My life. And Yewon's. My mother didn't know the real reason we broke up. And you had no right to tell her."
Now, that's news to you. And what the hell? Do you even exist in this picture?
"Well, obviously, I didn't fucking know that. And, thanks a lot. Now I know just how much I mean to you." You begin pulling your hair pins out as you turn to leave his premises.
"_____." Seokjin gently grabs your wrist, "We're not done here."
You rip yourself away from his grip, "I think we are! Obviously, you have no space for me in your life. And Yewon's!" Your lips quiver contrasting the accusatory words that just slipped through your tongue.
He rolls his eyes, "_____, that's not what I meant. You know that's not what I was saying."
You resembled an angry kitten with your hair a little wild from pulling all those clips out, and eyes red and puffy as if you'd start tearing up any time now.
"I don't want to be your fuckdoll anymore! I'm done!" With a shaky yet final sigh, you turn back around, lift your gown so you don't trip, and storm off.
While you didn't want him to stop you because you were in no mood to fight a grown man, you were more upset that he just let you walk away from him.
You didn't want to end your relationship like this. Although you know this isn't permanent, you can't help but wonder if he'd even try with you anymore.
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note: so tumblr ate up part of this story and the other note i had added, so this is me rewriting it. i can't make asks private so here we are. i'm upset my writing didn't get saved. i don't know if this version is better or worse.
either way, please tell me what you think.
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evillemons · 6 months ago
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Which BTS members are most likely to be the best at oral
This one is pretty self explanatory. Check out the masterlist for other fun content.
*NSFW CONTENT* (obviously)
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1. SUGA - This should come as no surprise to anyone. He says so himself - his tongue will send you to Hong Kong, man or woman. Even though his mouth is tiny and delicate, he can move his tongue quickly and with excellent control. He would utilize her entire space and alternate his methods during the act, and would not shy away from her wetness.
2. RM - He really enjoys pleasing his woman, and would have no problem eating her out for a long period of time. He would be excellent at licking and fingering her simultaneously, easily finding her clit and g-spot. Would probably also moan a lot throughout it.
3. V - I see V being good at sex in general, and oral would be no exception. Like RM, he would be skilled at giving her stimulation in multiple areas at once. He might also be a little aggressive and over-enthusiastic when pleasing her and make her cum quickly (and maybe even squirt).
4. Jungkook - Probably has a very strong jaw and good stamina, and the perfectionist in him would make him eat her out persistently until she finishes. He would be good at it, I just feel he wouldn’t initiate oral often or enjoy it quite as much as the members above him, mostly because he's just too eager to fuck.
5. Jin - Doesn't go down on his girl too often, and is overall average. I think he would enjoy seeing the pleasure his girlfriend gets out of him eating her out, but he wouldn’t be particularly enthusiastic or skilled at it. I see him preferring to use his hands instead so he can still kiss her and keep his face close to hers.
6. j-hope - I don’t think he would necessarily be bad at oral, he just wouldn't initiate it or get much satisfaction out of it. He’s very energetic and wouldn’t have the patience to eat her out until she finishes. When he does go down on his girl, it would be fast-paced and sloppy.
7. Jimin - The daintiest and lightest when it comes to oral. Instead of burying his face in her like our top ranked members, he would mainly just use the tip of his tongue and kiss her lightly. And despite wanting to please her, he would get bored rather quickly.
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smoothlikealikeasnake · 12 days ago
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Strawberry Princess Chapter Eleven “Live a Little More”
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Pairing - OT7!BTS x Reader, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader
Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Warnings - Angst (depressive thoughts?, questions about self-worth, loneliness, anxiety, wants to change), Very angst based for the first half x , fluff, suggestive comments and moments, intimate dancing, Lmk if there’s any more! 💖
Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.
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Just do it, live a little more
Life had started to become a cycle before Y/n met Jungkook and his mates. A cycle she had tried to break by accompanying her friend to the gym but she found it didn’t help, life seemed to fly by around her, all of these brilliant interesting opportunities and stories unfolding infront of her while she was frozen in time, in a time loop. A loop of loneliness, of emptiness, feeling a lack of worth or purpose.
It was scary really, how a few people could change all of that.
Some things couldn’t change though, the overthinking, the anxiety, that pit of loneliness that creeps back up your spine after it’s been sated. Those things will always come back, once the bliss of the day has worn off or the morning after, it lead Y/n to live a life almost afraid of most things around her. Of new opportunity, of surprise and of change, no matter how much she wanted to get out of that dreadful cycle something would hold her back. Maybe it was the fear that if she fell too deep with the pack, they could easily break her heart and she would be in a far worse position than before. But that fear hadn’t done much to stop her, it had already happened, now she was just left with that lingering anxiety under her skin about when she would slip up, when they would stop liking her.
It didn’t mean she didn’t want to change that. She did, oh she did. She wanted something some permanent or atleast semi permanent change that she had made that would silently reassure her of that.
There’s times where schedules will get busy and you won’t be able to meet with who you want too as often or even talk as often because you simply don’t have the time. Those are also the times when those feelings that are sated by glorious company will snake back up your spine and fill your head. Y/n never notices it happening until she’s already buried in them and it’s never something she shares with anyone, no matter how close of a friend they may be. The light drains from her eyes, light circles forming under them and cheeks becoming a duller pink, it feels straining to smile or to keep up with that joy she feels when she’s with the boys. She’d visit her mother at these times, they’d sit in the vast fields outside her home no matter the season and talk, sometimes watch the stars, sometimes even in the rain.
It’s a temporary solution really, she’d feel that warmth again but eventually it would come back and she couldn’t visit everyday so a longing would become present with all of the other feelings. All of that had seemed to disappear when she met the boys, she finally felt warm again, but all good things come with the bad. It had started before she had her day with Namjoon, waking up feeling like she couldn’t drag herself out of bed, tired in a different way. She did feel better for a while after but then schedules got busy and she could see the boys less than before, not that it was anyone’s fault and not that she ever believed it was.
You’d think it would of helped when she noticed they made it all better but it didn’t, she felt shameful, guilty that she had become dependent on them for happiness for a while and all of the negativity that was her life become consumed her again. Depending on someone knowingly is hard after teaching yourself to be independent for so long. Y/n knew she wanted nothing but to be with them all the time but, that shame is often stronger, it meant she tried to push those feelings down but the second she would stop speaking to them she would be reminded that once she left, it was all going to go back to before.
Maybe something new will make it a bit better?
“Hey Kook, do you know if Yoongi has any slots open for a piercing anytime soon?”
“He had a cancellation for tomorrow morning princess, did you want to get a piercing?”
“Yeah I just saw one that looked pretty and want to try something new”
“I’ll take you to the studio with me after the gym tmrw, you should get some sleep princess it’s late 💕”
“Thank you Kook, I’ll see you tmrw, goodnight 💕”
Even small change is scary sometimes, because it can mean your mind is changing, or atleast trying too. It kept Y/n up, it kept her from sleeping until late into the morning hours. She liked to believe it was excitement that kept her awake but was it really?
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“I missed you princess, how did you sleep?” - Jungkook embraced her as soon as she came in, wrapping her up tight and not taking her in before he had done so. She wasn’t as warm as usual, her hair was in a somewhat messy ponytail and her eyes were dull, scent dull too, it did sweeten when he took her in his arms but only a little.
“Good” Liar “How about you Kook?” - Y/n’s voice was slightly raspy and quieter than usual, Jungkook worried she might have been sick but something was telling him she wasn’t. He took her in, she was in some thermal leggings and one of the boys hoodies that she had taken home one time and he would have been flattered and full of pride if it wasn’t for the way she was gripping onto the sleeves harshly. As if it was some sort of lifeline and for the tip of her head, the float of her body and lack of scent she was emitting. He’d seen it before, a few times, on his mates but never on his princess, never even once but maybe he hadn’t been looking hard enough, maybe it had been there and he just didn’t see it.
“Yeah good, you excited to get your piercing?” - Jungkook gave her a gentle smile hoping he’d get one in return but the one Y/n gave wasn’t half as sincere, even though he knew she was trying. He just wanted to scoop her up and take her home, to make it all better and he knew his mates would only want the same. Y/n’s eyes were unfocused and drifting when she replied, it was short and reserved he watched as she sat down, wrapping her arms around herself and looking like she was trying to sink into the hoodie she wore. Y/n looked exhausted, tired in more than one way, she looked like she was barely grasping onto the joy she had before.
Jungkook shot a worried text to Yoongi, who was more knowledgeable in this type of situation, as he had been through it multiple times himself. He’d assured him that he’d see if he could help, but that she may not want their help, she may want to deal with it on her own. Jungkook’s eyes continuously flicked over to Y/n’s small form in the corner throughout his workout, the way she wasn’t fidgeting or watching him at all like usual, and when they left, the way her hand felt limp in his and how she hadn’t fallen asleep in the car.
He felt helpless, and Y/n felt numb. She was just having a really low day, she was sure of it and being with him was making it slightly better even if it didn’t seem like it.
“So what piercing are we doing today kitten” - Time seemed to have blurred together until she was back in the moment, she was at the gym and now she was infront of Yoongi? She knew she had to of been responding but it all felt out of place, she felt out of her own body and she almost looked at him confused, mouth open to respond but nothing falling out for a moment, eyebrows furrowing.
“My bellybutton” - Yoongi was observing her with soft eyes, everything in him screaming to protect her from anything and everything, to just wrap her up and tell her he has her that it’s going to be okay. But instead, he just hummed and pulled out the jewellery options.
“Do you just have your first set on your lobes done? Or anywhere else?” - Y/n shook her head, only having the one pair on her ears, skimming over the options for jewellery infront of her. A pretty silver bar with a crystal on each end was the most appealing to her, Yoongi knew she’d pick that one too.
“When did you decide you wanted it kitten?” - Yoongi kept looking over as he was setting up, getting out the needle and such.
“A few days ago, I thought a change might be nice” - Yoongi hummed in response, getting out a pen for mark-up. While maybe he didn’t agree at this being the best form of change for her to seek out, he didn’t want to interfere because unlike a tattoo, this would heal and disappear if she really wanted it too. Y/n felt disappointed that she hadn’t even taken in the studio when she was coming in, she’d never been here before but Yoongi’s room seemed to fit him, simple and dark but with touches of him everywhere. There was a door to a small balcony as his room was upstairs too.
“Are you busy later?” - Yoongi’s question caught her by surprise, looking at him curiously before shaking her head no
“Come over, I’ve only got 2 appointments after this, I can come pick you up or you can wait here if you’d like” - Y/n’s expression lit up even just a little bit and Yoongi knew he was on the right track.
“I’d like that, I can wait here” - Yoongi gave her a gummy smile before standing up, pen in hand.
“Lift this up for me kitten” - Y/n obliged a bit more life in her eyes at the comforting prospect of spending time with anyone from the pack later, feeling already a bit better. She lifted up enough to see her bellybutton and nearly jumped out of her skin when Yoongi’s cold fingers gently traced over her bellybutton to see about placement. He only chuckled at her, letting her relax again before making the marking with the pen and asking her to check in the mirror.
“Lay down kitten, keep your hoodie up” - Yoongi moved his hands over Y/n’s stomach and maybe let them linger just a second longer than necessary before warning her that the clamp was cold and probably uncomfortable, Y/n didn’t mind much it wasn’t really that bad. It was only when the needle went through that she scrunched up her face, biting her lip from the slight pain while Yoongi shushed her small angry complaint with a laugh. He quickly finished up, pulling the jewellery through and fastening the ball on before reaching behind him and handing Y/n a lollipop he unwrapped for her. She looked at him in confusion but took it, purring at the sweet taste, her ears perking up just a little more. She loved how it looked in the mirror and it really did make her feel a change, maybe it was that or maybe it was going to their home later but she was feeling a bit better.
“It looks really pretty kitten, come on I’ll take you to our break room while you wait hm?” -Y/n followed him with a nod, having to hold herself back from touching the sore spot on her belly. He talked her through the aftercare and healing process until they were there and immediately Y/n found a corner with a beanbag that looked all too appealing. Yoongi didn’t wait long to catch her attention again though, putting a gentle hand on her back.
“I shouldn’t be too long okay? Help yourself to anything in here, me and kook are here if you need us” - And somehow, Y/n knew his last words had more than one meaning, one that made her feel understood and suddenly she found herself throwing herself at Yoongi, wrapping her arms around Yoongi and burying her face in his chest, he quickly reciprocated before thinking this would maybe be time for a little laugh
“Where’s my brat gone hm? Bring that attitude back kitten” - He got a sweet giggle in return and a bunch of muffled protests about how his brat was right here and he never wanted to let her go. Unfortunately he had to go and prepare for the next appointment so he let go, putting a kiss to Y/n’s head and lecturing her about not irritating her bellybutton, purposely trying to annoy her and succeeding as she rolled her eyes. When he was gone Y/n still felt happier than she had before, taking in the beanbag, her tiredness seemed to catch up with her, body telling her she can finally rest so she sunk into the comfy chair and pulled over the blanket she found ontop, nuzzling in until she was burrowed in the soft materials all around her and sinking into a sleep, surrounded by Jungkook and Yoongi’s scent.
Her sleep was sweet, it was how she slept when the bliss of being with them followed her into her sleep and she only wanted to feel like that forever. It hurt more to feel the way she had before now that she had something that took her away from that, that pain was unimaginable now. She savoured that small nap, purring away and her scent finally returning back to its full sweetness even just for a while, the dull ache in her bellybutton completely forgotten.
“I’ll take her home Kook, it’ll be okay” - Yoongi could feel the calm radiating off Y/n from his studio room, it was perfect but he knew that wasn’t the end of her sadness, all he did know was that a solution to it was them, his mates and he knew they’d give themselves, him included, to her forever if only she accepted it.
It wasn’t anything they’d seen on her before, it wasn’t anything they wanted to see on her again and if anyone knew how to turn that feeling into bliss even if only for a short while to go from low to high, it was Yoongi.
He made quick efforts to get Y/n into the car, only letting her get half awake before lulling her back into calm bliss with his scent, hand wrapped around her waist to help her to the car. He wanted her to sleep for a while so he just kept her in that half-asleep state until she was in his car, sending out another burst of his scent to push her into sleep, doing up her seatbelt for her and gently pushing the hair in her face behind her ears with a coo.
He repeated the process when they got to the apartment complex, settling her comfortably on the couch and letting her sleep as long as she needed. He didn’t know how long she had been struggling to sleep, if it was new or not but whether it was one time or continuous he wanted her to sleep as long as she wanted and needed. He settled her head over his thigh, throwing his favourite blanket over her and draping a hand over her head, gently pushing the hair out of her face again and looking at her with a sigh, wishing she never felt like she did.
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Waking up was sweeter than it had been in a while, Y/n had slept without a single nightmare or waking up inbetween. In fact she didn’t want to wake up, she nuzzled back into the pillow under her head and brought her arms up to hold onto it too but somehow said pillow started to vibrate under her head and a laugh was heard above her, a hand gently petting her head. She subconsciously started to purr and opened her eyes with furrowed brows to find the pillow she was currently kneading, wasn’t exactly a pillow, she looked around sleepily and found Yoongi watching the tv and her breath caught in her throat. She had been kneading his thigh like a pillow and purring so loud against him and actually felt embarrassed, heat rising across her cheeks and she nearly shot up, her bliss cut off and a slight shame rising up in her as she tried to settle further away despite her hybrid screaming at her to stay close to stay put, making her ears, tail and hand twitch in his direction.
Yoongi couldn’t hold back his sad look at how she was restraining herself from comfort, from his care, she wouldn’t meet his eyes as she mumbled an apology. Oh how he wanted his little brat back. Her behaviour made something in him snap, his hybrid taking over and making him act purely out of instinct. Before he knew it, he was reaching over, wrapping firm hands around Y/n’s waist and placing her on his lap, holding her close and running his hands through her hair. His chest was rumbling In a soothing manner and his hand were firm, holding her as close as he could but being careful not to nudge her fresh piercing that he couldn’t wait to appreciate more.
Y/n’s breath and thoughts were caught in her throat before Yoongi’s scent and vibrating chest coursed over her and spoke millions of words. His cool body embraced her warm one and something in her flipped.
It’s okay. Safe here. Better here
And like that, her breathing started to rapidly increase, her hands that had fallen onto Yoongi’s chest gripped handfuls of his shirt and she pressed herself into him, a sudden sob coursing through her, followed by many more that had her crumbling into him while he held and soothed her, not saying a word, not forcing her to say a single thing. Those feelings she had been carrying for so long built up to now, she had only cried about it a few times before and never like this but Yoongi only held her tighter, he surrounded her in his scent and pulled the blanket around her, crowding her in safety and comfort.
When she started to calm down to silent tears and sniffles, she pulled back enough to look up at him in the eye, she found him already looking and his eyes spoke for him, it was okay, she didn’t have to speak didn’t have to think didn’t have to tell him a word, he understood, just let him comfort you, it’s okay now
One cold hand moved to meet Y/n’s face, gently wiping the tears off her face as the pair held their eye contact, Y/n’s own hands moved up, letting her instincts act for her as they trailed up and into Yoongi’s soft long hair, calming down just slightly and watching his expression as her fingers got closer to his ears just wanting to feel how soft they were and when he let her, her body melted against him, falling forward into his chest, head in the crook of his neck taking in his strong scent, the masculine and sharp tones soothing her mind.
Silence was appreciated for a while as Yoongi held Y/n close, stroking over her hair while Y/n stroked his ears. Her breathing had returned to normal when he picked up the remote next to him, finally deciding it was okay to try something.
“What was your favourite movie when you were younger kitten?” - Yoongi’s voice remained low and whispered into Y/n’s ear as he waited until her confused and quiet voice responded, not making any effort to move from his lap at all.
“The Aristocats” - That made Yoongi laugh, stroking over her scalp with one hand while the other found her childhood favourite movie. He dimmed the lights on his phone to make it better to watch and to ignore the light of the day, to hide the outside world
“Of course it was princess, my little kitten, let me guess, your favourite was the little white one with the pink bow and all the sass” - His tone was entirely teasing and while he couldn’t remember the cats name that he was describing he could remember her features and how she was strikingly similar to Y/n
“Marie! How did you know?” - Her voice had perked up and Y/n looked up at him from her position on his chest, her eyes were swollen and red, lips pouty and cheeks flushed, slightly stained by her tears but she looked as beautiful as ever. He gently pushed her hair behind her ear and got ready to press play on the movie, pulling the blanket back over her shoulders again and leaning back, getting them both comfortable before he answered.
“Just a hunch, maybe she reminds me of a certain brat” - Yoongi started to movie to cut off her offended protests, ignoring her punches against his chest and he just continued with “You know your sounding awfully similar right now” and that got her speechless, angrily huffing and all her feelings of the fast few days completely forgotten as she stubbornly settled back against his chest.
Y/n knew a lot of the lines by heart, especially Marie’s and some of her other favourite lines, quoting them as they came on and making Yoongi smile and laugh, sometimes disagreeing as he argued that she did indeed start fights. She sang along to some of the songs, kept making comments and silly comparisons to the boys with Yoongi who happily obliged with her thoughts and comments, even making a few starts of his own that had Y/n giggling.
“Kook was 100% Thomas O’Malley and you were Duchess when you first met” - Y/n’s laughter to that was infectious, resonating around the room as she agreed and they both knew their jokes about each of the boys and their correlation to the characters in different parts of the movie would 100% be something they’d bring up at random times while everyone else sat confused.
Yoongi found it so endearing how Y/n would make little comments to herself too, mumbling about how she wanted it to go even though she knew how it would turn out, pressing herself closer when she wanted something to go a certain way and when she was happy, kneading into his hair, she was warm against him again and seemed so happy it made his chest rumble, entirely pleased.
When the movie was coming to an end they had a short break to talk, a small gap while they came down from the giggles that the movie brought out.
“You should be here more often you know, it doesn’t feel right without you here” - Yoongi couldn’t hold back his longing any more so he just decided it was time to get it out, especially after today
“Your just saying that” - Y/n couldn’t help the doubt that came as she leant back to look into Yoongi’s eyes with uncertainty swirling through them
“No, you know it’s true kitten, you know that’s how we feel” - Yoongi had a hand placed on her cheek, stroking over it with love in his eyes, he had played nonchalant for all too long and right now he wanted to express how he really felt
“But-“
“Don’t but me, if you were here everyday we’d be so much happier you know” - The assurance in Yoongi’s voice was tempting and made Y/n shy as he shut down her doubts quicker than she could think.
“I am here often” - She did want to be here more often, her hybrid was screaming for her to be here all the time but she didn’t want to seem pushy.
“Not often enough” - Yoongi was adamant on that, certain as he held her gaze despite Y/n’s eyes trying to fleet away
“If I was here anymore I’d live here” - Y/n tried to add a bit of a laughs and humour to it, to make it seem like she wasn’t all that bothered but it didn’t help at Yoongi’s next words
“See that’s more like it, I like that idea better” - Y/n’s jaw dropped slightly before she shook herself out of it, trying to get over the purr that started to build at his words but he heard it, oh he heard it
“Don’t be silly Yoongi” - She pushed him lightly
“Do I seem like I’m joking?” - Yoongi’s face was serious, in a way that really made Y/n think, could it all really be true, could it all be so amazing and could I live in bliss everyday?
There was a few moments of silence where Yoongi could read her thoughts and took a breath in before continuing, crossing his fingers in his mind in hopes that she’d agree, he sounded breathless as he spoke, tail rigid behind him in anticipation and ears stiff
“Stay tonight” - Y/n’s eyes shot up to meet his, desperately wanting it but-
“You all have work tomorrow” - she tried to look away, to deny but Young could see her fighting herself
“And if you lived here we’d still have work tomorrow but it would just make our night and morning better”
“Yoongi don’t lie to me” - The pain in her voice was breaking Yoongi’s heart, where all this insecurity had come from was a mystery but he couldn’t sit with ir
“Have I done something to make you think I’m lying?”
“No but…” - Y/n couldn’t meet his eyes knowing the insecurity was entirely her own fault and the softness of his voice was making her melt
“Let us love you kitten” - Y/n’s breath hitched, tears threatening to well up again as he was practically giving all she ever wanted, she still wanted to be sure though
“But do you all really want that” - Y/n’s voice was so quiet it made Yoongi’s heart melt, holding her close for his next words
“More than anything and we won’t ever want anything else” - He didn’t let her interrupt before he carried on
“Let us be here, let us take care of you” - The tears that were threatening to well up had broken past their seal, Y/n’s hands holding onto Yoongi’s shirt again, gripping it as she wanted exactly that and though it was hard to admit, she wanted this loop to be over, for a new stone to be turned and they could give her that, and as Yoongi is so adamant, she could resist accepting
“I’d really like that”
“So would we, stay here for a few nights, feel it out” - Yoongi couldn’t hold back his gummy smile, his excitement as the prospect was just a dream coming true to him and it would be for his mates too,
“Okay, but only if I’m not disturbing anyone”
“You would never” - Yoongi held her close before continuing “Let us make you feel alive kitten”
And like that her dimming spark seemed to come back because there’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood and Yoongi’s gaze told her he did, they understood.
And maybe her new piercing today really had marked that change as one of Y/ns hand sought it out with a smile she couldn’t hold back, silently thanking everyone and everything before she threw herself back into Yoongi’s arms, close and buried her face in his neck taking a deep inhale and giggling happily. Sitting back for a moment she watched the happiness take over Yoongi’s eyes and knew the same was in her own and she’d learnt today that maybe it was better to let her instincts take over.
So that’s exactly what she did, letting her hybrid take over, her gaze caught onto Yoongi’s soft lips and she didn’t even think before leaning forward, hands embedding back in Yoongi’s hair and placing a soft kiss to Yoongi’s lips, it took him a split second to process, the taste invading his mouth, the gloriously soft lips against his and Y/n’s warmth, it was all so much but his hands pulled her in close by her waist, revelling in her sweet taste and actions and trying to hold back a proud growl, a happy growl but his efforts went to waste when Y/n began to purr and made a small sound against his lips, coercing his own noises to leave him. He’d worried she would perhaps move away at the sound but instead she shuddered, tightening her hands in his scalp and melted into his embrace, happily purring as she let him take the dominating role easily.
The kiss was short and sweet, not even enough to have either of their lips swollen or the slightest bit redder but they were both almost panting as they pulled away purely from the intensity of the moment; currents were flowing through them rapidly and without giving them a second to breath, it was electrifying and new. They were speaking millions of words between them with only their eyes while Yoongi adjusted them to sit more comfortably, more relaxed and pulling Y/n to sit sideways making sure Y/ns thighs weren’t hurting, he was surprised how long she’d sat straddling him, it made some less than appropriate thoughts fill his head about ridin- that’s for another time.
“Can we watch the rescuers? It was my second favourite” - Y/n’s voice was sweet and low and Yoongi immediately obliged, pulling a blanket over the two and dimming the lights on his phone again. It was once they got comfy and the intro had began that the front door opened and closed. Signalling someone’s arrival, a combination of wood, vanilla and citrus followed by a fresh, fig and wood scent filling up the home, clearly two people but Y/n would of had to lean over Yoongi’s shoulder to look at who it was and she was far too comfortable for that, so she simply relaxed, wiggling to snuggle herself closer and sighing happily when she felt something cold and metal on the side of her face.
Y/n completely forgot about the arrival of other people when her hand reached up, wrapping around Yoongi’s chain that was dangling in her face and tracing it with awe, her head filling with less than innocent thoughts about how much it suited him and how much she liked it on him. It was hanging in her face and felt so nice against her warm skin, it was heavy too, definitely expensive and ontop of Yoongi’s black shirt it stood out making him look ridiculously handsome and attractive. He really looked like the human embodiment of a black panther, even if he didn’t have the long tail and sleek ears, it made Y/n shudder and purr, subconsciously submitting to him and leaning in close loving how much bigger he was than her. Her staring was interrupted by Yoongi’s whispers into her ear, moving and making the chain hit her hand more
“If you like it I’ll get you one to match” - unfortunately before she could respond after having her breath hitch and skin flood with warmth, the new arrivals began speaking to Yoongi, not seeing her and realising she was even here yet.
“Yoongi you got to see Y/n today? Kook said she got a piercing” - Jin’s smooth voice got closer as he looked at the man with his back facing him, unaware of Y/n on his lap.
“What piercing did she get? I thought she only had her firsts on her ears done?” - Hoseoks voice followed, both slowly getting closer and when Yoongi turned to look at them with an amused expression, he nudged Y/n in his arms up to look at them
“Why don’t you ask her yourself” - Something about his tone made Y/n curl back into his chest, suddenly shy and burying her face into his neck to hide herself despite the two men slowly getting closer in awe and cooing at her.
“What a nice surprise, beautiful” - Jin made sure she could hear he meant it as he got closer enough, planting a kiss to Yoongi’s head and gently stroking through Y/ns hair, his hands were cold from being outside and made her shiver, still refusing to move out of Yoongi’s comforting strong scent, just wrapping herself in it and squirming to be as close as possible, eyes and mind growing hazy in a scent high.
“Hi pretty kitty, why don’t you show us your new piercing?” - Hoseok dressed her this time, tone soft and relaxing, his hand moving to gently stroke her back and coercing her out of Yoongi’s neck. Y/n’s slowly moved back and got off Yoongi’s lap, sporting a small pout when she no longer felt surrounded in his scent. The two men looked at her with admiration and watched as she refused to meet their eyes and lifted her hoodie up above her bellybutton and listened to the two men’s gasping awes and coos.
“It suits you so much beautiful, I hope it didn’t hurt too much hm?” - Jin gently walked closer to get a better look, leaning down to get more level with her. It just made her feel smaller but she wasn’t opposed to the feeling, having him so close and taking him in made her stutter, he was too handsome for his own good and she stumbled over her words, shifting from leg to leg as she didn’t know how to answer.
“Don’t get all shy on us now, you’ve been cuddling into my lap for the past few hours kitten” - And with that, Y/n was spinning her body back to Yoongi with an angry hiss, offended that he’d reveal such a thing. While she was entirely focused on Yoongi again, she failed to notice that her challenging action also made Hoseok tense, eyes hardening for a moment as he watched the exchange, trying to hold back his own growl in retaliation.
“And the little brats back, go on then kitten” - Yoongi watched her with a relaxed expression, leaning back into the couch, happy to have the playful Y/n back and letting her act as he wanted too. His methods of putting her into place were for another time, they were slow but unexpected and entirely different from, say, Hoseok. The other two just stood amused and waiting for Y/n’s action; of course they’d heard the stories of how she’d act around Yoongi but hadn’t been around as much to actually experience it first hand. All three men looked at the way Y/n’s fists balled up and her eyebrows furrowed as he challenged her to act, she should have stood down but she couldn’t.
Somehow he always knew how to make her wound up, her fangs and claws feeling all too sharp for her again, itching to bite and grip and she fidgeted uncomfortably before taking a deep breath and huffing out, looking away and finally deciding to try and just give up, key word try.
“Wow, have you finally decided you can’t take me kitten?” - Yoongi was teasing and chuckling as he leant forward, observing her just to see if she’d still react but he saw her eyebrows furrow again as she resumed to look his way, huffing and crossing her arms stubbornly before she started to mutter under her breath thinking he couldn’t hear
“I could totally take you if I wanted to…” - Y/n’s voice was low and she was certain no one heard until she realised the two men who had most recently joined them were a whole lot closer than Yoongi was, both of them bursting out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
“Honey- He’s like twice the size of you- you couldn’t take him if you tried” - Hoseok found it quite amusing and watched Y/n’s face drop and growing slightly red at the possible implication behind the words even though she was talking about fighting before she tried to push away her inappropriate thoughts and turned her face into an angry scowl suddenly feeling very hostile overall and just as she was about to send a hiss Hoseoks way, Yoongi pretty much saved her.
“Come over here kitten” - His words caught her attention and without thinking she walked right up to him where he sat, toe to toe and suddenly he was standing up, nearly touching her with his front but what got her attention was that as he stood she kept having to look up and up until he was at his full height, suddenly shrinking in on herself, ears pulling back just slightly as their words seemed all too true now, he really did seem twice her size even if it was an exaggeration.
“Still agree that you’d win?” - his voice was husky and made Y/n shiver and threaten to let out a purr at the same time, she reluctantly shook her head no, seeming to fight it before she did so, she refused to look into his eyes again. But she wasn’t done because being so close she could see all the unmarked skin of Yoongi’s arms and it looked all too appealing to her. Unfortunately for her, her tail gave her away quicker than she could act and as soon as it started to swing and her eyes dilated on her focus, Yoongi just watched as Hoseok stepped forward, quickly grabbing Y/n and trapping her in his arms, unable to lean in to bite nor to scratch and she simply squirmed and stomped her feet trying to get out of his grasp.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you kitty, didn’t Jimin tell you something about asking nicely?” - Hoseok whispered into her ear and had her stilling, ears flattening for a moment as she finally looked up to Yoongi, his eyes were predatory, taking in her every action and watching as Y/n open and closed her mouth, swallowing as saliva built up from the need to bite down on something, on him and he could see the frustration building on her face from her need.
“Please” - Y/n pleaded, voice quiet as she kept having to swallow and run her tongue over the sharp tips of her fangs as they grew sensitive and her instincts desperate. Yoongi cooed at her for finally giving in, reaching forward and pulling her from Hoseoks grip into his own chest and in the process, twisting one arm up, putting his wrist infront of Y/n’s lips and holding her in tight, almost shielding her from anyone around.
“Go on, it’s okay kitten” - So she did, she bit down on the scent gland in his wrists and instantly his scent flooded her mouth, turning into taste even though she hadn’t bit down hard enough to break skin, just enough to scratch and leave imprints, she was certain had she not have been stopped she would have sunk in her teeth as much as possible but this was all she needed. The taste made her feel weak, knees wobbling to the point where she would have fell if Yoongi didn’t have such a tight hold on her, he was praising and shushing her small whimpers, cooing at her softly when she licked over the imprints to soothe them. Her eyes were nearly closed, head heavy as she purred and let Yoongi love her around until she was sitting on his lap again, this time facing outwards to face the other two men who had watched the exchange with a variety of emotions.
“How about you show Hobi your piercing now, he didn’t get to see before” - Yoongi’s words were all she needed to grab at the bottom of her hoodie again, leaning back into his chest to make it visible and holding the hoodie above her bellybutton showing off the shiny bar amongst her soft skin.
“Now that’s pretty isn’t it, I’ll have to find you lots of pretty jewellery for when it’s healed” - Hobi crouched infront of her, getting close to the area, enough that she could very lightly feel his breath over her middle and it made her skin shoot up in goosebumps. For some reason, she could feel herself subconsciously arch her back just a little to get a little closer and it had Hoseok smiling at her before putting one hand on her lower stomach, covering a large chunk of it and pressing her back down, the touch making her shudder and she was partially satisfied at the touch.
“Aish- Look at what you two are doing to her, come here beautiful before they taint you forever” - Jin called her over to the different couch and she happily came over giggling to herself and leaning into his side while the other two protested.
“Now. What are we watching?” - The three men sat down and watched the movie with her happily, not questioning her choice for even a second doing the same thing her and Yoongi had done throughout the artisocats, making silly comments and comparisons throughout. Y/n had gotten progressively more comfortable the movie, practically on Jin’s lap as she cuddled up to him so close. He held her just as close, running his hands through her hair and making little jokes to her. Yoongi had fallen asleep at some point and Y/n found herself laughing wanting to tease him in his sleep like letting her tail tickle him and brushing her hands over his ears but Jin held her in place so unfortunately she couldn’t do so.
When it came to an end, it seemed Yoongi had told Hoseok that Y/n would be staying for a while because he turned to her and started to speak.
“How about one of us take you to get some clothes to bring back here? And anything else you need of course” - Hoseok asked the happy hybrid curled up to Jin so she turned over to him, nodding happily before following up with a few words
“If it isn’t too much trouble?” - both awake men just shushed her as they tell her it wasn’t at all and Jin decided he’d take her. They got ready and Jin helped her into his car, doing her seatbelt and being careful of her new piercing, making their way to her apartment before they got to the door and Jin was hit with the full force of Y/n’s sweet and dizzying scent again. Having to take a moment before Y/n started to rapidly move around mumbling about not wanting to take too long.
“Do you need any help, beautiful?” - Jin gently slowed Y/n by putting his hands on her shoulders and keeping her in place for a moment
“Could you maybe get the fluffy white blanket from the couch and then I’m going to get some bags- and then do my clothes-“ - Y/n started to let her mind race again before Jin nodded and quickly gathered the blanket, following behind her to her bedroom where she pulled out a large bag, gently taking the blanket from Jin and putting it inside. Her gentleness only lasted for a moment before she started to rush around again, she struggled though as her mind worked faster than her body and lead her to still, eyes fleeting around to wonder where to go first. Jin came up, hands on her waist grounding her and speaking gently again.
“Let’s start with pajamas, how about 3 sets of pajamas for now?” - Y/n nodded and went towards her pajama drawer, still so many options
“One Long set and one short set and then whatever your pick is for the third beautiful” - So she did as he told her, picking up a shorts and tank top set and a t-shirt and long bottoms set and finally a nightdress that was soft and loose, silk and soothing on her skin, it was her favourite thing to sleep in even if it was a bit short, she might be sleeping on her own and she’d 100% wear it if that was the case. She handed them to Jin who folded and packed before ordering her to pick up 4 outfits, two lounge and two incase she goes out, a sweater even though she could steal any of the boys’ and her slippers. He made sure she picked up any toiletries she needed and let her pack her own bras and panties which she did with a blush, regularly checking he wasn’t looking but of course he wouldn’t.
“Is that everything beautiful?” - Y/n nodded and zipped up the bag, it was enough for a few days and as she was about to pick up the bag it was snatched out of reach by Jin and she was ushered to the door. Maybe she was just anxious about staying for so long or maybe it was excitement, no, it was definitely excitement and it was leading her to overthink about all her outfit choices a little bit.
“Would you prefer to sleep in your own room beautiful?” - Jin asked while they walked out of her apartment and Y/n bit her lip because her night with the 3 youngest had been the best sleep she ever had and she wanted that forever but didn’t want to seem pushy.
“I know 7 clingy hybrids who would be more than happy to be considered to be with you if not” - Jin laughed and gently nudged her to encourage her to speak, seeing her internal battle.
“Jinnie? Can- Can I maybe stay with you tonight?” - Jin’s reaction to her was to initially stand frozen for a moment but he picked up his expression quickly; reassuring her hesitant expression
“You can stay with me anytime beautiful but sometimes one or two of the boys decide to join me, I can tell them not tonight though”
“Nono- that’s okay I don’t mind, just like being with you” - In Y/n’s eyes, Jin had always had this gentle, soft look to him but upon first meeting he was entirely intimidatingly godlike. That didn’t really change but the way he looked at her always screamed something entirely different to intimidating, it was comforting. But then Y/n thought back to Namjoons words about their hierarchy, how Jin was just below him, their pack leader. That made it make sense a bit more when Y/n captured Jin’s eyes flash to something darker, more in tune with how Hoseok always seemed to her, they flickered back to that soft look but just a glance of that hard, domineering gaze had Y/n shuddering and going pink.
From that moment on, Jin felt a strong need to be close to Y/n, the way she admitted wanting to be with him, requesting it specifically, made something deep in him rise with pride. His arm wrapped around her waist in a way that allowed her to move away if she’d wanted to but instead, Y/n leant into his warm embrace, purring quietly as they walked to the car, she even brought her hands up to rest on his chest, glueing herself close.
The two were glued to eachother for a while even after they got back to the packs home, it felt natural to watch everyone eventually come home and move around like Y/n was always there, it put an ease in her body. Time seemed to move fast and she moved with it, enjoying every second and savouring it all. She was sat with an almost lovestruck look on her face for hours, the men around her looked at her with curiosity before checking in just to find she was perfectly happy.
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Y/n hadn’t seen Jimin in a while and everyone else was in the living room so she made it her mission to find him and drag him back, with that she teetered off to his room and through the door could hear some music playing, not overly loud but enough so that it resonated around the room. Y/n could hear shuffling and Jimins voice going along with the song so she knocked on the door, getting no answer, knocking 3 more times before slightly opening the door, peeking in just a little incase she needed to retreat fast. Jimin was folding clothes and dancing to the music playing, singing along gently and seemingly having the time of his life so Y/n deemed it okay to come in, simply admiring him from the door for a while before he noticed she was there.
When he did notice, it was Y/n who spoke first with a look of admiration
“I didn’t know you could dance” - his dance wasn’t choreographed but it was smooth and he embedded moves that showed experience, truthfully it was mesmerising, he looked unreal, like an angel.
“Just a hobby when I get the chance” - Jimin was slightly pink with embarrassment at being caught but his euphoric look didn’t go away, he was still happy as ever, body softly swaying to the music still.
“I wish I could dance like that” - Y/n just looked at him with adoration, thinking about all his talents
“Everyone can dance baby” - Jimin was certain of that, brushing away her comment
“Not everyone and definitely not like that” - Y/n said it with a playful smile, wiggling her eyebrows at him to further show her compliments
“You’ll have to prove it, dance with me” - Jimin quickly grabbed a remote, making the music slightly louder, the lights dimmer and strode confidently towards her.
“I really can’t d- Jimin!-“ - Y/n was cut off as Jimin grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into the middle of the room, a cheeky smile over his face
“Stop thinking so much, just listen” - He’d shushed her and started to move his body, his hips gracefully swaying as the hands on Y/n’s hips encouraged her to do the same. She was stiff, definitely awkward and clumsy, hyper aware of her every move. She was internally cringing at her awkward movements and trying to protest consistently but kept being shushed by Jimin until she gave up.
“Just feel it, stop all those thoughts” - Jimin grabbed one of her hands, draping it over his chest and encouraging her to move it, getting closer and moving more insistently himself. It felt silly to try to dance like this when Y/n was wearing her pajamas that she’d changed into while Jimin was in an all white, top and baggy trousers that made him look like an angel, the way he wanted her to dance is how you imagine too in a club. That didn’t stop him from keeping her dancing though.
Getting more confident seemed to get easier after a minute, the twos joint giggling and jokes pushing away the awkwardness Y/n initially felt until she was confident enough to push further. Her hand pushed firmer onto Jimins chest, looking into his eyes for reassurance before she dragged them up and down, exploring the toned torso over his clothes and Jimin did the same, trailing his hands up her sides and back.
Looking up made Y/n’s thoughts stop, staring deep into Jimins eyes while he did the same; all their giggling had stopped, their smiles hadn’t however, breathing heavier than before and slowly leaning in subconsciously. The atmosphere grew thick and intoxicating, music seeming to get louder and surroundings drowning out as all they could focus on was eachother. Y/n started to copy Jimins movements, less hesitant than before, rolling her body with his and swaying her hips until they were chest to chest and Jimin was leaning down, face close and body still rolling.
It was euphoric, the way they felt free and in their own world, dancing with eachother and letting their thoughts leave. Their hands trailed all over eachother, electricity coursing through them as their fronts kept connecting. As a more upbeat song came on Jimin pulled away slightly, bouncing with his previous movements and encouraging Y/n to do the same, they moved from close to further away, hands all over eachother to spinning out from eachother. Jimin occasionally spun Y/n on the spot or spun her until she was dancing with her back towards him and her head turned to look at him.
Y/n had never ever been one to think she could dance or even be comfortable just doing that jumping kind of dancing but in this moment she was having the time of her life, jumping around, swaying her hips, running her hands up herself and flipping her hair as she moved her head.
It was fun, she was spinning out from laughing and twirling in Jimins hold to pulling out until just their hands were touching. Going from being flush against eachother with their arms around eachother to feeling too far and pulling Jimin in by his shirt, leaning her head to the ceiling in laughter and letting him guide her movements or feeling herself and throwing her hands in her hair.
Every breath got heavier, smile got wider and touches got more daring, following along with the music. How is Jimin so perfect. When Y/n’s eyes weren’t closed she was taking in the beautiful man infront of her, that smelled amazing and had his hands all over her waist, who was looking at her like she was the only girl in the world.
Every time Jimin pulled Y/n in by her waist had her giggling, moving her just infront of him or up against him wether it was her front of her back, him doing the same at her pulling him by his shirt, it built up Y/n’s comfortability and confidence more than he’d ever know, even such a simple thing.
It gave Y/n the confidence to be more daring as an instrumental part of a song came on, just adding to that closed atmosphere they were embedded in. Y/n felt her eyes dilate, grabbing Jimins shirt and pulling him close until she could wrap her one of her arms around his neck, pulling him against her while he tilted his head down to her face, feeling her roll and grind her body against him. It made Jimins breath hitch and mouth dry as Y/n trailed her hands up his chest, lightly tugging on his hair and teasing as his ears all while grinding her body against him, even as he reciprocated. His hands trailed all over her tight pyjama tank top, keeping her in close until his nose was pressed against her cheek and vice versa. Their breathing was heavy, bodies hot and electric with every touch.
But Jimin would always be a tease, and while Y/n had the upper hand of surprise in that moment, he wouldn’t let that go for a second longer so while he kept dancing against her, he trailed his whole body down, dragging his nose and heavy warm breathing from Y/n’s cheek down her neck, down her chest while she rolled her body and gasped in surprise, right down to her waist where her top ended, nosing at the slither of skin exposed on her lower stomach, his hot breath making her shudder as she could feel it through the low band of her pyjama pants. Y/n was twitching with pleasure at the light but clear touches, gripping at his soft hair while Jimin’s eyes were trying not to roll back into his head from Y/n scent right at his nose, trailing back up until he was standing again, leaning down to rest against Y/n’s cheeks again.
They were intoxicated by eachother, high off the feeling, euphoric from the atmosphere, laughing at nothing and leaning their noses on eachother, barely breaking eye contact, dancing through each song. Time moved without their knowledge, Y/n initial task completely forgotten and suddenly, Jimins scent seemed all too appealing. His tongue slipping over his plump lips finally making Y/n break eye contact before she let her body act, leaning in and connecting their lips eagerly, bodies hot and moving against each other. Despite being hot and moving their bodies feverishly, their kiss was gentle, slowly moving from a soft peck to a battle of tongues, hands still roaming each others body, Y/n’s pulling at Jimins hair and Jimins squeezing all Y/n’s sides, thighs to hips to waist.
They only pulled away at an amused chuckle from the door, speaking distantly about them coming for dinner but it barely registered as the two starred into each others eyes with wide smiles, panting and gripping onto each other.
Living a little does feel so good
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eternaltae7 · 17 days ago
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Hani & Wonwoo Moments That Cause Fans To Speculate
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The MAMA Awards Glances:
During a major award show like MAMA, cameras caught Hani smiling and subtly glancing toward Wonwoo while Seventeen performed. Fans noticed that her gaze lingered on him more than once, sparking speculation about whether there was something more going on between them. BTS was seated near Seventeen, and Hani’s fond looks didn’t go unnoticed by eagle-eyed fans.
Matching Accessories:
During separate promotions, both Hani and Wonwoo were seen wearing what appeared to be matching bracelets. While it’s possible this was a coincidence, fans couldn’t help but speculate that the matching accessories were a sign of their closeness. Social media went wild with side-by-side comparisons of their jewelry, with fans asking if the bracelets were “couple items.”
Coordinated Social Media Posts:
Fans have pointed out that Hani and Wonwoo sometimes post on social media at suspiciously similar times. Whether it’s photos from the same location or cryptic captions that seem to mirror each other, fans have theorized that the two could be spending time together behind the scenes. One particular post where Hani uploaded a sunset photo followed by Wonwoo posting a similar one not long after had fans buzzing with excitement.
The “Accidental” Livestream Moment:
During a casual BTS livestream, Hani was talking to fans when she mentioned Seventeen’s recent comeback. When a fan commented about Wonwoo, Hani’s reaction was subtle but noticeable. Her smile grew wider, and she quickly moved on to the next question. Fans caught this and wondered whether her reaction indicated something more between them.
Behind-the-Scenes Chemistry:
During a behind-the-scenes video of a variety show collaboration between BTS and Seventeen, Hani and Wonwoo were seen playfully interacting. At one point, Wonwoo helped Hani adjust her mic pack, and the brief but intimate moment had fans speculating about the nature of their relationship. The soft smiles and comfortable energy between them were undeniable.
Subtle Teasing from Seungkwan and Hoshi:
During one of Seungkwan and Hoshi’s usual playful interactions with Hani, fans picked up on their teasing comments and speculate that they were about Wonwoo. In a TikTok video where the trio was doing a dance challenge, Hoshi jokingly asked Hani, “Are you going to send this to him?” Fans were quick to link the comment to Wonwoo, especially after Seungkwan smirked and added, “Yeah, he’s going to love this.”
Wonwoo’s Reaction to Hani’s Stage Performances:
Fans have noted that Wonwoo often reacts to Hani’s performances in a way that seems more than just friendly support. During one award show, when BTS performed, cameras cut to Seventeen’s table, and Wonwoo was seen watching intently, with a soft smile. The speculation grew when fans noticed he clapped more enthusiastically during Hani’s solo moments.
“Accidentally” Calling Him Out:
During a BTS fan meeting, a fan asked Hani to describe her ideal type. While she gave a generic answer, saying she liked someone thoughtful and kind, she added a small detail about enjoying someone who reads a lot, something fans quickly linked to Wonwoo, who is known for his love of books. The fans screamed in excitement, and Hani’s slightly flustered reaction didn’t help dispel the rumors.
Group Hangouts with Seventeen:
Fans noticed that Hani has been spotted hanging out with Seventeen members outside of official schedules. Whether it’s during group dinners, variety show tapings, or casual hangouts with the Seventeen members, fans have speculated that Wonwoo’s presence at these events is more than coincidental. Seungkwan and Hoshi, being the obvious intermediaries, seem to make the most of teasing Hani and Wonwoo during these get-togethers.
Subtle Body Language:
Fans have analyzed numerous interactions between Hani and Wonwoo, noting that their body language suggests a deeper connection. Whether it’s the way Wonwoo stands a little closer to her than necessary during group photos or how they always seem to be positioned near each other in public settings, fans believe the small, almost imperceptible moments point to something more.
“Accidental” Instagram Story:
Hani once posted an Instagram story of her enjoying a cup of coffee at a cafe. A few minutes later, Wonwoo posted a similar story from what looked like the same cafe, sparking rumors that they were together at the time. Though they didn’t appear in each other’s posts, fans couldn’t help but notice the matching table settings and atmosphere, leading many to believe that they were enjoying a quiet date.
Their Similar Playlist Choices:
During separate interviews, both Hani and Wonwoo mentioned having similar favorite songs. On one occasion, Hani shared a playlist for fans, which included songs that Wonwoo had also recommended during a recent Vlive. Fans were quick to notice the overlap, and the shared taste in music became another piece of “evidence” that the two were connected beyond friendship.
Special Shoutout at Seventeen’s Concert:
During one of Seventeen’s concerts, Hani was spotted in the audience cheering them on. What made fans even more excited was when Seungkwan and Hoshi playfully mentioned a “special friend” in the crowd, making sure to look in Hani’s direction. Although they didn’t directly mention her name, fans quickly assumed they were talking about her, especially with Wonwoo giving a shy smile on stage after the remark.
The Suspicious Gift Exchange:
During one of BTS’s Vlive sessions, Hani was seen opening a gift that she said was from a “friend.” She didn’t reveal who it was from, but fans quickly linked it to Wonwoo after noticing that the bracelet inside matched one he had been seen wearing during Seventeen’s promotions. The exchange of gifts and their matching jewelry further fueled dating rumors.
Caught in the Same Area Abroad:
During BTS and Seventeen’s overlapping international schedules, fans spotted both groups vacationing in the same city at the same time. While there was no official confirmation that Hani and Wonwoo were together, fans speculated that they might have coordinated their free time to spend it together, especially after a fan account posted about seeing them in the same neighborhood in Paris.
Subtle Mentions of Each Other:
In separate interviews, both Hani and Wonwoo have made subtle mentions of qualities they admire in others that seem to describe each other. Wonwoo once mentioned admiring someone who is “calm but passionate,” which fans thought perfectly described Hani. Meanwhile, Hani once said she likes people who “balance intellect and humor,” which many believe points to Wonwoo’s personality.
Wonwoo’s Reaction to Hani’s Solo Performance:
During a BTS concert where Hani had a solo stage, fans noticed that Wonwoo, who was in the audience with Seventeen, had an unusually focused expression while she performed. Seventeen members were all cheering on BTS, but Wonwoo’s intense concentration on Hani’s performance stood out. Fans captured the moment, adding it to the growing list of “evidence” that he has deeper feelings for her.
Wonwoo’s Appearance on Hani’s TikTok:
During a TikTok dance challenge that Hani filmed with Seungkwan and Hoshi, Wonwoo made a surprise cameo in the background. Although he was quiet and didn’t participate, fans couldn’t help but notice his lingering presence, which seemed out of character for someone as private as Wonwoo. The light teasing from Hoshi and Seungkwan about his cameo only fueled speculation.
Fan Theories Based on Their Lyrics:
Some fans have analyzed the lyrics of BTS and Seventeen songs, trying to find hidden messages that could hint at Hani and Wonwoo’s relationship. While there’s no direct evidence, many believe that certain Seventeen ballads and BTS’s love songs could have been inspired by their connection, especially given that both groups have collaborated on music and have shared moments of artistic inspiration.
Accidental Livestream Glance:
During a Seventeen Vlive, fans caught a brief moment where Wonwoo’s phone buzzed, and his screen lit up with a message. Though the message wasn’t visible, eagle-eyed fans noticed that the contact name started with an “H” and immediately theorized it was Hani texting him. His shy smile and quick movement to turn off the phone only added to the speculation.
The Seungkwan and Hoshi Teasing Game:
Fans have noted that Seungkwan and Hoshi love to tease both Hani and Wonwoo whenever they are all in the same space. During one joint live stream, Seungkwan joked about how “someone” blushes whenever a certain someone is around, while Hoshi chimed in, saying, “We all know who it is.” Though neither of them directly named Hani or Wonwoo, fans were quick to make the connection based on their history of playful teasing.
Wonwoo’s Shyness Around Hani:
During award show appearances, fans have pointed out that Wonwoo often appears shyer or more reserved when Hani is around. While he’s normally quiet, his subtle reactions, such as avoiding eye contact or nervously laughing when she’s mentioned, have led fans to believe that he has a crush on her, and he’s struggling to hide it.
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magicshopaholic · 2 months ago
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Teaser: A Rainy Day (OT7)
(Set a few weeks after Fever Dream)
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November in Seoul rolls around unexpectedly soon and occupies its usual position: a harbinger of the cold and white winter months, making the heat and humidity of summer a distant memory.
With BTS’s world tour officially at an end, followed by its normal uptick in concert clips and dance challenges floating around the internet while the company celebrates amidst figurative piles of cash, the members finally have the luxury of a few weeks off work where seeing them off stage and in casuals is the new novelty.
This includes Namjoon as well. After a tumultuous year of heartbreak and pain and longing, along with the real and genuine fear that he may have to give up the girl of his dreams due to extenuating circumstances, he and Kaya mutually decide that they need time away to reconnect with each other. Leaving behind their homes in Seoul and Amsterdam respectively, they reunite at Hamburg Airport from where they take a cab in relative anonymity to begin their vacation.
With Namjoon gone, the company automatically takes it easy on the group as well. With Namjoon gone, the members manage to relax, able to keep an additional distance between them and the company before work inevitably starts again and the nomadic life of sleepless nights, dance practices and event appearances resurface.
Perhaps they underestimate their leader’s role in their lives, or it simply does not occur to them just how dependent they all are on each other after a decade of working, living and breathing in synchronicity. Namjoon is only gone for three weeks in total - but with Namjoon gone, all hell breaks loose.
With Namjoon gone, one member crosses a line.
With Namjoon gone, one member unintentionally makes a mess.
With Namjoon gone, one member does something he’s ashamed of.
With Namjoon gone, one member makes a joke without realising its consequences.
And with Namjoon gone, two members kiss someone they shouldn’t.
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sweetlyskz · 1 year ago
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐨𝐭𝟕 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬)
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭||𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭
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𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗
The orphanage was warm and cozy. While people were getting ready to spend time with their family, you were handwriting letters, thanking all of the women in the orphanage that cared for you. The orphanage was pretty small, but it was homely, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled it. In the living quarters was a stone fireplace, a large furry rug laid in front of it. That’s where you slept most of the time.
It’s where you met Jin for the first time.
“Hey, what are you doing? It’s past curfew!” Those are the words he first said to you.
You rolled your eyes. “Calm down. I’m almost done.” You gathered up all of your letters and put them in envelopes. One of the letters you handed to him.
“Here”, you said. “Give this to Miss Jang in the morning. I put your name on it.”
“Why? I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“Well, Miss Jang has been good to you. It’s only fair.”
Jin was about to walk away until he saw you were still sitting there, staring up at him.
“What? Everyone else is asleep.”
“I can't,” you whispered.
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t sleep, not tired.” you rubbed your eyes.
He sighed. He knew you were sleepy but he didn’t try to fight you on it. Instead, he came and sat down next to you. You laid your head on his lap, letting him run his hands through your hair.
“What’s on your mind?” He’d ask, and you would vent to him about your thoughts. You fell asleep that way every night. The nuns in the orphanage knew that you two would fall asleep by the fireplace but they didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to do a better job at getting you to sleep than they did.
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
Christmas was coming up. Everybody stayed busy in the orphanage, making decorations and putting presents by the big tree in the dining room. Children were getting adopted left and right, families wanting a change for the new year. Jin’s birthday was last week. You and the nuns made you a cake with 12 candles. You sang a song for him and made him a birthday card, with the help of Miss Jang.
𝐓𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞,
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞
When Jin turned 16, he was given a phone. Since he was the oldest and most responsible child in the orphanage, they wanted to make sure he could contact someone if something happened. He only used it once, the time when you broke your arm on your birthday.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗
“Be careful, princess!” Jin shouted from the ground below you.
You were on the roof of the orphanage, a piece of cake in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. The roof was your special spot, a spot where you could watch the sunrise and sunset. It felt like freedom.
“Calm down, I’m about to get down”, you rolled your eyes, finishing your last piece of cake and drinking your last drop of soda.
Wearing socks on the roof was not the best idea. On your way down, your sock slipped off your foot, causing you to fall on your left shoulder. When you got to the hospital they had to pop your shoulder back in place and give you seven stitches.
But Jin was there for every second, never leaving the side of the hospital bed.
Until you got back to the orphanage, two strange people were standing in the living room.
“Jin! Your back!” Miss Jang greeted him. “This lovely family is here to see you. I’ll show __ to her bed.”
And that was the moment when your world crashed. That was the moment when your life lost its meaning.
That was the moment when you were left alone.
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After Jin’s talk with the guys, the room went silent. It was too much information to process all at once, but he had to get it off of his chest.
“She was my best friend," he whispered. “It was hard to leave her. I really didn’t want to, but the family that adopted me didn’t want a daughter.”
“Why won’t she talk to you then?” Namjoon asked. It seemed like you had a good relationship before. “What changed?”
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎
“Waiting again Miss Kim?” One of the nuns walked past you. You smiled.
“Today is the day ma'am!” You sat out by the window, looking out at the front yard.
“What's today Y/n?”
“It’s Jinnies birthday! He said he was gonna stop by today”, you told her, pointing to the cake you left in the kitchen with a do not touch label on it. “ I made it for him, just like old times.”
You looked at the clock. 2:00 pm. He should’ve been here by now.
So you called. No answer. Then you called again an hour later. No answer. At the end of the night you left him a voicemail while giving the cake to the younger kids in the orphanage.
“Hey, happy birthday Jinnie. Hope you’re okay and uh– I miss you.”
Then you left another one the next year.
“Hey Seok, not sure if you still have this number but… happy birthday! Uhm, I hope your new family is treating you well. Love you.”
Then you left the last one in 2013.
“Seokie”, you sniffled, trying to calm down. “M-miss Jang is gone… everyone is gone. Please h-help.”
If only he had come to help you that day. Maybe things would’ve been different.
Maybe.
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The next meeting with the boys was practically pointless. You were supposed to be talking about what concept they wanted for their clothing line but all you were met with was silence.
“I was thinking”, you started. “We should do an all pink line. It would go great with the concept of your new album. What do you think?”
More silence. They all just sat there, looking at each other.
“Did I miss something?” You raised an eyebrow. It seemed like everyone had this secret meeting and left you out of it.
Jin stood up first. The others followed his example. “We’ve decided as a team that we can no longer continue with this partnership.” His managers looked at them in shock. you guess they didn’t inform anyone else of their careless decision.
You laughed. “Did you decide this before or after your boyfriend showed up at my house unannounced?”
“That was an error in judgment on my part. I apologize, but this is for another reason.”
“Oh, so He finally told you?” You scoffed. “So what? Leave the past in the past and focus on the present. What you're doing is foolish.”
Jin slammed his hand on the table, all of the rage that was building up inside him finally spilling over. “No, what you’re doing is foolish! Acting like above it all?”
“Please”, He laughed. “You’re fooling no one. Just get it over with!”
“Get what over with?” You gave him a blank stare.
“Hit me”, he said. The others looked at him as if she had just lost his mind. “Scream at me, hit me, do something! You, staring at me like I’m some stranger– that’s why I can’t do this!”
“Get over it already”, You told him plainly. “This–this isn’t about you and me! This is about my future and I only have one if we go through with this deal!”
Your manager stepped in. “She’s right. Without this deal Kim & Clothes will not be successful. We need this deal to get other deals, hopefully from overseas.” Namjoon huffed, slamming his hands on the desk out of anger.
“Jin.”
He looked up at you. “Y-yeah?”
“Please do this for me. If you still love me, you will help.”
“Okay”, He whispered.
“Okay?”
“Y-yes, I– we’ll help.”
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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
@scuzmunkie @moon-cupcakes @quillan-pie @uarmyhore
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eleni-cherie · 1 month ago
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agents at first sight ✨ || bts • ksj [ONE-SHOT]
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"you're Squirtle?" "you're Charmander?"
about two interpol agents falling at first sight, literally, thanks to a master thief on the run.
© 2024 | eleni_cherie
[one-shot in 'the thieves collection' series - can be read independently!!]
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— word count: 5.1k
— genre: interpol agent au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, strangers to lover s2l
— song recommendations/inspirations:
the last shadow puppets - the element of surprise
solar - honey
frank sinatra - strangers in the night
keri hilson - i like
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COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS STORIES: "A THIEF'S ORIGIN" , "AMONG THIEVES" AND "A THIEF'S END".
this one-shot aims to give the backstory of how seokjin and yongsun met, as mentioned in the other parts of the series.
if you want the full context and also know what happens with with them afterwards, check out the other stories as well!
PROTAGONISTS:
KIM SEOKJIN AS HIMSELF; LEADER OF THE ROBBERY DEPARTMENT / "CHARMANDER"
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KIM YONGSUN AS HERSELF; AGENT IN THE ORGANISED CRIME DEPARTMENT / "SQUIRTLE"
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ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.
DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))
DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC!
CHECK OUT MY OTHER BTS STORIES AS WELL: HERE
-Elenixx
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[set after the final chapter of the main story but before its epilogue]
Straits of Singapore, 30km off Singapore
"Sir, are you sure he'll show up tonight? It's been hours and still no sign from Park, Kim or Min."
Seokjin studied the piece of paper between his fingers. It was crinkled from having been stored in his jacket all evening.
A dry laugh left his lips then. "Don't worry, Blake," he said into the radio, "When Park Jimin says he's showing up, he will."
"Roger."
A muffled chuckle was heqrd beside him as he put the device down and he glanced at Hoseok resting his folded arms on the desk. "But only if you cracked his riddle correctly," his former team mate and friend pointed out with a raised brow, "I mean, you sure about time and place?"
"Pretty sure, yes. He sent that with a postmark from Singapore," the leader of the robbery department nodded and held the paper out for him. Hoseok grabbed it with curiosity, reading over the scribbled note with a hum.
'Meet me at the deck with no cards,
when the sun comes home.
Don't forget to wear a bow tie!
I'll bring the bow, not the arrows though.
See ya!'
"'Deck', 'bow' and the 'see', which is a homophone of 'sea' - it all hints to a ship. And this cruise ship with a bunch of loaded people is the only kind our thieves would be interested in."
"Yeah, I see - no pun intended," the leader of the organised crime department said and slid the note back, "And 'when the sun comes home' means when it's the closest to earth, which was today. Summer solstice."
"Exactly."
"Okay, fine," Hoseok sat back and let his eyes wander around the security room. Eventually adding with a sigh, "But I'm still bummed he had to pick the same time and place my team's got to perform an undercover operation at. Too many cooks spoil the broth, you know. There're so many other places or dates."
"You forget the CEO's wife owns this highly valuable black pearl. I bet everything I have that this is what they're after."
"Probably."
"The better question is, why does that mob boss you're after have to attend the same party."
"What do you think.." Hoseok propped his jaw on the palm of his hand, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. "He's acquaintance with Lee, that CEO."
A short laugh left Seokjin's lips and he averted his gaze from the security screens. "Of course, criminals and CEOs are not that different from each other after all."
His younger colleague showed his agreement with an amused chuckle when his radio transmitter beeped.
"Sunflora here, what do you have for me Squirtle?" he answered, causing Seokjin's brows to furrow.
'Squirtle' and 'Sunflora' were the names of Pokémons after all. So he gave Hoseok a wondering look which the latter only dismissed by waving his hand.
"Purugly is heading to the restrooms. S-should I follow?"
'Purugly'. Another Pokémon.
"No, but keep an eye on him nonetheless and wait in a good distance. If he doesn't come out in five, report."
"Understood."
He put the device back down, meeting Seokjin's questioning face. "So?"
"What?"
"You got Pokémon codenames? Never knew you were so into it."
Hoseok shook his head though. "Wasn't my idea," he explained with a laugh under his breath, "Squirtle is her favourite one and she claims she looks like it, that's why she always uses it. So I thought why not using these names for all of us? Makes the whole undercover thing a bit more fun."
"Huh, that's clever. I should do that, too, from now on." The older agent paused but only for dramatic effects as he added with a sigh, "Disappointed I didn't come up with that myself."
"Be my guest. Have you any in mind already?"
"Charmander, of course!" he exclaimed full of enthusiasm ans picked his own radio device. "Blake, Jeon? From now on only call me 'Charmander' over the radio. Got it?"
Jungkook's chuckle was heard on the other line. He was rather amused than irritated, but even Skylar wasn't questioning her supervisor's quirks anymore. Both replying with: "Roger that, Charmander." 
"You really do with them whatever you want, huh?" Hoseok wondered with a laugh while scanning over the security screens from the ballroom where the birthday party happened. 
Considering they were on a cruise ship, it was impressive how grand it was. Opulent decorations like crystal chandeliers hanging above the heads of guests, adding to the ambiance of the ballroom. People dressed in their most expensive and fashionable gowns and suits while enjoying conversations and litres of flowing champagne and wine. 
Seokjin only shrugged with a smile. "The kids are alright and they're able to see a joke. But I do sometimes miss you and Namjoonie. Remember when we first started out together?"
Hoseok huffed out a laugh, reminiscing the past when the three of them started out in the robbery department together. "Don't remind me, I'm glad I don't have to deal with the shenanigans of these thieves anymore." He patted Seokjin's shoulder than. "But it was surely fun with you guys, I miss that, too."
He was about to add more when his transmitter beeped once again, interrupting his train of thoughts.
"Squirtle here, he hasn't come out yet."
With a groan, Hoseok's face hardened and he got closer to the screens. His eyes narrowing as he switched through the cameras. It always astonished and in some way also scared Seokjin how he could go from cheery to professional within a second.
"Squirtle, you hear me?"
"Yes, Sunflora."
"There hasn't been any records of him leaving through the other side of the corridor. Are you sure he hasn't returned to the party?"
"Positive. Is there a different way out?"
Seokjin's eyes widened at this and he grabbed the blueprint they'd got from security, eyes searching for any possible vents or openings. He gestured to Hoseok to pass him the radio over.
"Here's Charmander. According to -"
"Sorry, who's there?"
Remembering he'd literally only just come up with his new codename and had never directly spoken with this 'Squirtle' before, he laughed a little embarrassed to himself. "Sorry, agent Kim from the robbery department here," he spoke firmly, "The blueprint doesn't show any other means of escape, unless he decided to swim back to shore. So he must be still in there. Wait another five."
"Okay, got it."
"Is that Squirtle good?" he questioned his friend while sinking back into his seat, observing the monitors.
"She's my best agent actually," Hoseok answered truthfully, "You should've seen her shooting her way through and bending a whole gang boss to his knees. It was beautiful."
The older agent whistled lowly, quite impressed by the thought of that. Or at least how he imagined it. "Sounds like a feisty one."
"Depends. She's surely a lively person, but once you get to know her, she's an easy-going homebody. Similar to you."
A scoff passed Seokjin's lips, pretending being offended by his words. "So you wanna say I'm not unique?"
"Well, I wouldn't subscribe to that," Hoseok said with a teasing grin, "Both of you also get upset in the same hilarious way actually."
"Ouch, that hurts my pride you know."
The two shared a laugh when a sudden commotion on the monitors caught their attention. The guests seemed to be agitated and scattering around the area.
"Jeon, Blake, what's going on there?"
"The black pearl, it fell from Mrs Lee's brooch."
"There's multiple pearls on the floor now! It created a turmoil."
"I can imagine," Seokjin muttered before speaking louder into the radio, "Keep your eyes closely to the guests. Surely that's a distraction by Jimin and the like."
"Of course."
He stood up then, sliding on his black suit jacket. "I'm heading out for support. See, told you he'd show up."
"You need my help? I could tell my agents -"
"Nah, don't worry. I'm sure you guys have your hands full with this commotion, too."
"Sunflora?" Indeed, Hoseok's own agent tried getting in touch with him. And he gave Seokjin a thumbs up, wishing him good luck as he headed out, before grabbing his radio device then.
"Sunflora here."
"I spotted Purugly. He's rushing out with a group of people due to some uproar, I'm following him."
"Roger, Squirtle. Be careful in the chaos, it's a distraction from the thieves. The robbery team will handle it though. You focus on our guy."
"Got it."
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Seokjin squeezed through the noisy and fidgety mass, people hunching and picking up any black pearls they could find - or at least the fake ones Jimin had spread around to cause this uproar.
It was impossible to draw his gun with so many civilians around, so he just continued with careful steps and sharp eyes. Soon spotting something that rose enough suspicion in him to follow it. A rather calm man was galantly making his way among the rambling crowd.
The main reason this man rose his suspicion was rather intuitive though. He recognised him being one of the bodyguards close to the Lee's, he'd stood beside them all evening. Of course his agents had already checked all stuff members for possible disguised criminals before boarding the ship, but they hadn't been observing them nonstop ever since. And this bodyguard now was clearl heading to the exit instead of being on the other side of the ballroom with his boss who was panicked and shouting at his men to find his wife's pearl.
With a confident smirk, he neared the man until he was close enough to grab him by the shoulder. "And I thought you'd never make your appearance, Park Jimin. You had me waiting for quite some time," he sighed in fake-annoyance.
The man visibly flinched at Seokjin's words, glancing over his shoulder then with a lopsided grin.
"Sorry, pops! Got a date with a pearl!"
He abruptly crouched, disappearing from his sight and Seokjin spotted him a few seconds later further away. He'd got rid of his disguise by now and promptly continued his way among the people. But Seokjin wouldn't let Jimin throw him off so easily.
He was close on his heels and Jimin could feel it. His eyes quickly scanning the area for any possible distraction when seeing the interpol agent almost having reached him again. But then he realised that he was literally in the middle of possible distractions and smirked as soon as he spotted a suitable one.
As he continued pushing threw the mass of people, he grabbed someone's wrist and abruptly tucked the person backwards. Right in front of Seokjin, blocking his way. It was a young woman with dyed dirty-blond hair and in the pushing and shoving, stumbled and fell against the agent's chest who caught her out of reflex.
"My apologies, Miss, but -" Seokjin was about to politely shove her away when their eyes met. And any further words got stuck in his throat instead. 
He swallowed hard. 
She was the most mesmerizing woman he'd ever seen in his life. Full cheeks, cute nose, pillowy lips and soft brown eyes which were staring back at him intensely, placed so perfectly that it completely disarmed him and took his breath away.
For a moment he wasn't in the middle of the ballroom anymore, he was in the abyss of her wondering orbs.
The woman seemed just as stunned, her expression mirroring his.
However, soon he was washed back to the shore of reality and his memory returned, recalling his initial task of chasing after Jimin.
"S-sorry."
The woman's eyes turned into a dazed scowl, as if she herself had just snapped back into reality and wouldn't recognise the place she found herself in. She stepped back, at least as much as she could in the crowded space, his hands sliding off from the warm skin of her arms. And without a single word, she simply turned and disappeared back into the sea of people. Like a siren who had lured him into her world only to release him again after growing bored.
Someone in his work field and position shouldn't get that easily distracted and usually he didn't. But something in this mysterious woman completely enchanted him and it was more than unfortunate they had to meet under such circumstances.
Perhaps, in a different profession, in a different life, he could've met her differently. Could've spoken to her more.
By the look in her almond eyes, she might've felt the same sugar-rush shooting through her chest. But it didn't matter anyway, he wouldn't see her again. And he had to focus on more important things right now.
He began running through the now less dense becoming crowd, out of the ballroom. The double doors closed behind him with a dull sound, drowning out the jarring voices from inside. The corridor was long and he'd seen Jimin running towards it so it was his best shot right now. 
Eventually reaching outside the deck, he was met with the strong night wind of the open sea tousling his dark waves. It was sparsely lit, only a simple lamp every few metres illuminating the broad area. And there at its end, on the very edge, he found the masterthief standing and laughing as soon as he noticed Seokjin nearing him. As if he'd been waiting for him all along.
"Oh damn, didn't expect you back so soon. Really thought I made a good choice there, could swear she'd be your type."
The agent laughed under his breath, biting down his lip. It wasn't surprising to him anymore, knowing his opponent well enough in all those years to know his little mind games. So he chose to ignore his comment, not giving him the satisfaction of a retort. Although Jimin already knew the truth by the brief look that passed Seokjin's eyes.
"Hands up," the agent said instead with a confident smirk, now able to draw his gun, "Unless you wanna fall into the cold sea."
The thief, however, only met him with an unfazed glance. His arms slowly going up before one of his hands turned, revealing something between his fingers. And under the light of the full moon he could see it sparkling dark. The black pearl.
Seokjin could tell it was the real one.
"Hm, maybe I'll do just that. You know, return the pearl to its natural habitat on the way, too. Thanks for the great idea, pops!" His lips curled further into a beaming grin and before Seokjin could react, Jimin let himself fall backwards.
Perplexed, the agent rushed to the railing. The harsh wind hitting his face as he looked over it, making out the outlines of a motorboat in the darkness. Diverging from the ship and driving towards the coast. 
"Dammit." He sighed and hit the cold metal of the railing, letting it echo get swallowed by the waves. With a dragged sigh, he couldn't help but laugh shortly before pulling out his radio device.
"Jungkook, Skylar?"
Jungkook was faster to answer this time."Yes, sir?"
"Find a radio unit and alert coastguards and agents on the mainland to keep an eye on a motorboat coming from our direction."
"I assume it's about our thieves?"
"Correct, Jeon."
"Roger, I'm on my way."
Returning inside, he caught sight of security guards and staff members who had managed taking back control over the situation and calmed people down.
He came across one of the other agents of Hoseok's team and asked him where his supervisor was. The agent told him in the manager's office and their suspect and Seokjin thanked him before making his way there. As he passed by with hasty steps, walking to the other end where another door led to the offices and security room, he spotted the CEO and his distraught wife being questioned by Skylar in a corner.
Soon he reached a cheerywood door, giving it a few knocks and watching it open at the third knock, revealing his friend behind it. And Hoseok stepped out.
"Heard you got your man, that must be him I assume?" he motioned to the handcuffed guy at the armchair behind Hoseok's shoulders.
Hoseok grinned. "Yup, our 'Purugly' aka Mr San Shinjuk. Isn't that right?"
The criminal kept an desinterested and bored expression, unimpressed by his enthusiasm. "You got nothing on me anyway."
"I wouldn't call a wad of 100,000 won notes and exposing documents, nothing," Hoseok countered with a raised brow, making the man scoff and grow back quiet. Making Hoseok grin widen before joining Seokjin outside in the corridor, closing the door behind him.
"What happened with Park?"
Seokjin only let out a dry laugh. "Well, let's say at least you got your guy.."
Hoseok's eyes widened. "You mean he -"
"Yeah, yeah," Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair, "They got away again."
"Well, next time then."
"Of course next time!"
"I gotta say though. Thanks to the little panic he created, San couldn't complete his restroom deal," Hoseok chuckled.
The irony that his friend was thankful to his nemesis wasn't missed on him. "So that's what took him so long in there.."
"Exactly."
"But I surely won't thank Jimin," Seokjin huffen then, "Would only get into his already big head."
"Sir!"
The yell coming from the end of the corridor, cut their laughing off. The person audibly churned up as they came closer.
"Sir, I'm sorry I lost San. Someone pushed me and there was an idiot blocking my way. Otherwi-"
"Don't worry, Kim," Hoseok interrupted her with a reassuring smile, "You did a good job. We got him."
The woman sighed in relief and her tense shoulders relaxed. A weight seemingly being lifted from her shoulders. "I'm glad, I was worried we wasted our chance."
She was about to leave again when her eyes landed on the person beside her supervisor
Seokjin had turned around to see who Hoseok was talking to behind his back.
And both grew stiff.
There she was, the woman with the full cheeks and dazzling eyes. Her waves pushed to one side, cascading down her shoulder softly as silk. Their bright shade contrasting the black fabric of her tight dress. Now without endless people surrounding them, he had a clearer view on her, seeing it reached only half her thighs, leaving a handwidth of skin between its hem and her overknee boots who added height to her rather petite physique. And he noticed the grip of a 9mm peaking out from one of them.
He watched her burgundy lips part then in shock, unable to avert her eyes from him either.
"The idiot," she eventually breathed, causing the sudden tension to dissolve abrubtly. And Seokjin scoffed amused. "Excuse me?"
She dismissed his question and instead glanced at Hoseok behind him. Only earning a confused glance back. "You two know each other?"
"This is the idiot who blocked my way!"
"Hey, wait a sec, I didn't do it on purpose!" Seokjin quickly defended himself, "Jimin pushed you onto me, so if someone blocked anyone's way it was you blocking mine."
Flustered at the unknown to her details on the incident, she folded her arms and looked away. "That- that wasn't my intention," she mumbled then with a small embarrassed huff.
The taller man sighed and mimicked her in a less serious manner. "Neither mine."
"Well," Hoseok began then in an attempt to change topics, "Agent Kim, how about you let me introduce you to the other agent Kim then?"
She frowned, looking Seokjin up and down. "You're an agent?"
He ignored her judging glare and flashed her a charming smile instead. In a way, he found her even more intriguing now than before. "Nice to meet you. And you are?"
Hoseok nudged his arm as he stepped beside him. "She's the one you talked to earlier. Agent Kim Yongsun."
"You-" His eyes grew, facing her again with a stunned expression. "You're 'Squirtle'?"
Yongsun unintentionally backed off, equally astonished. "You are 'Charmander'?"
This was the guy who also used Pokémon codenames like her? No way.
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"Hey."
Yongsun averted her gaze from the waves beneath her, the wind brushing rather harshly against her bare skin. The ship was heading back to the harbour, all guests having been gathered back inside until arrival and she used the short length of time to enjoy the city lights in the distance sparkling like watercolour on its dark surface.
"H-hey."
She straightened herself when seeing Seokjin approaching her on the deck. He emerged from under the sparsely lit canopy with a timid smile on his lips. His dark brown hair pushed back by now, his forehead peaking behind a few loose strands. His tall figure came to an halt beside her then and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket that was casually left unbuttoned. 
"I didn't think I'd find anyone here. You alright?"
"Yeah."
Oh, he did look like a deity – exuding the perfect balance of authority and charm.
Her breath hitched and she managed to give him a nod along with a hum through her folded lips. Focusing back at the crashing waves underneath. 
Truth was, she was uncertain of how to face him again after the previous hour and perhaps also tried avoiding him by staying out there. After all, she'd called a department leader an idiot. It didn't matter that she'd found out - after asking around her team mates - that he was actually a year, almost two, younger than her. In the agency, he remained a senior agent to her.
Sure, she hadn't been aware of who he was in that moment and he'd also seemed taking the whole story with humour. Yet, she couldn't help feeling awkward and mortified in his vicinity. She couldn't even look him straight in the eyes anymore. Even if it didn't cause her trouble at work, it still remained an embarrassing memory and she felt her face heat up.
"Sorry again for earlier," she mumbled while grabbing onto the metal pole of the railing, in search for the right approach, "For.. for blocking your way and.. and also calling you an idiot."
He hummed and contemplated for a moment by tapping his finger against his chin. "Hm, thinking about it now.. I should probably get compensation for personal suffering. That 'idiot' really hurt, you know," he deadpanned, earning a quiet gasp from Yongsun.
She faced him with wide eyes, ready to argue when instead she met his amused grin. He was only joking. She relaxed and tucked away some streaks of hair the wind had swept in front of her eyes.
"You totally should," she laughed softly then.
"You wouldn't mind paying me compensation?"
"Who says that I'd be the one paying?"
"You were the one making me suffer after all," he countered.
She could only laugh out at his teasing smirk. "But wasn't it all the thief's fault in the end?"
"Hey, he wasn't the one calling me an idiot," he countered with raised brows. The fake upsetness on his face made her laugh even more. It was a loud, squeaky laugh and her eyes disappeared.
He smiled. She was cute and not intimidating at all. Hoseok had been right.
The friendly banter had calmed her previous nervousness. It was easy to get along with him which shouldn't be surprising considering he was friends with Hoseok, one of the nicest persons she knew.
But she remained firm in her stance. Arms folding in front of her chest then. "He was the one pushing me to you, though, so it's his fault really," she said. An almost cartoonish grin on her painted lips.
Much to her surprise, however, Seokjin's demeanor visibly softened at this. Eyes flickering over her round face before settling back to the illuminated skyline of Singapore. "Ah, but I don't mind that part so I can't hold it against him."
Her brows furrowed, feeling like she'd lost the thread. "Why not? I thought it prevented you from catching him."
He simply shrugged his broad shoulders. "I got to meet you this way, didn't I? So it wasn't all too bad."
The night was rather brisk out there on the open sea and yet Yongsun felt like standing at 32°C in the midday sun.
He was most definitely flirting with her, even if it was in a smooth subtle way. And the worst part was that she didn't mind.
Still, she decided not to make a big deal over a hot flush because literally anyone, even furniture, would get butterflies with this guy.
His eyes left the lights in the distance then, a timid smile dancing on his lips. "Sorry, was that inappropriate?" he asked bashfully considering her silence, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
She hadn't noticed how flustered she'd been and swallowed, clearing her throat when finding her composure again. "I'll let it slide," she said with as much nonchalance as she could fake in that moment, glancing briefly at him and noticing his blushing ears, "But only because we're in different departments and I won't have to fear favouritism."
"That's true. Although your teamlead is one of my best friends, so who knows.."
"Well, I'll trust that he won't do any."
He laughed lightly. "True, he wouldn't."
"You should be extra nice to the thief next time," she continued then, "You know, to thank him."
"Not that bad of an idea actually. I could crack less jokes when arresting him."
Propping her jaw on the palm of her hand, she glanced at him amused, the distant lights dancing in her eyes. And when she smiled in a way her teeth peeked a little through her lips, he could swear that he died, just a little bit, when she looked at him like that. Like he was the only man in the world. "You're a funny guy, aren't you?"
He breathed. "I try to at least."
Her gentle eyes wandered down to the sea again. The harbour shining clearer now as they drew closer. "You know," she spoke up, mischieviousness returning to her features, "I'm only apologising for the 'idiot', nothing more."
His brows knitted together. "Didn't you also apologise for blocking my way through?"
"Hm, I take it back since you said you didn't mind that."
Humming, he folded his hands and propped his elbows onto the railing. Neither one was a big deal for him and he'd found it rather funny how flustered she'd been once Hoseok had told her who he was. But he couldn't help it, he enjoyed teasing her over it.
"Mh, fair enough. I still forgive you for both though."
"Maybe I should've called you something worse then. Like douchebag or jerk," she mused with an arched brow only for her laugh to die down as soon as Seokjin leaned in. Narrowing the gap between them.
All of her pretend-confidence fell apart at the sudden proximity of their faces. Heaving a shaky breath, her eyes flickered to his plump lips which he noticed. And it took everything in him not to close the gap completely.
"You can call me whatever you like." His voice was deep and feathery, brushing over her flushed cheeks like a whisper only for her to hear. "But obviously not during work," he added with a laugh as he retreated, "That'd appear highly unprofessional. For both of us."
Taken aback, Yongsun watched him walking away, heading back inside without even giving her time to properly ponder over his words and their meaning.
"Wait!" She turned around abruptly. There was a lovely innocence in her round eyes. "What do you mean?"
Seokjin, however, only shrugged with an ambiguous smile. "Who knows." He opened the door then but before entering, he paused and faced her again. "You should also come inside. As beautiful as this dress is on you, it won't prevent you from catching a cold."
She frowned and looked down on her shirt dress. Only then she sensed the cool breeze surrounding them again. In all the time he'd been around she'd completely forgotten about the chillness out there.
"Uh, yeah. In a minute," she said, feeling her cheeks blushing over his, once again, subtle way of complimenting her.
He gave her a nod and disappeared through the door. Leaving Yongsun back on the dim-lit deck.
She couldn't quite figure out if the beauty of his lips was more their softness or their association with the words he spoke.
Scrunching her nose, she folded her arms on the railing, letting the wind gently tousle her blond waves. It was a pity that she began shivering now considering the beautiful view. Perhaps she should indeed get back inside before catching a cold, despite the urge to clear her mind even more after that anew intense accounter with him.
And she wondered, was it alright flirting with him like that? He might not even be in her department, but he was still another agent. And a higher-ranked one, too. Then again, he had done most of the work, really. She'd simply played along.
Shaking her head, a dry laugh left her tinted lips. 
Either way, it wasn't like this would lead anywhere. They worked at different departments, on differents floors. Their paths most likely wouldn't cross again unless another joint operation happened.
And for some reason that realisation filled her with disappointment.
She wasn't usually the type of woman to feel easily attracted to men or even cared enough to give a second thought to them. But his kind eyes and enticing face did sparkle something in her. And the fact his male ego didn't seem hurt but rather took her earlier blunder with humour, was definitely a bonus point. Besides, he generally didn't seem to take himself too serious either. Both fatally opposite traits in most other men.
Yongsun was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't pay attention to the sound of the door opening again and someone stepping out. Only when fabric met her skin, wrapping around her shoulders and back, she realised she wasn't alone anymore and was ready to draw her gun when a soft laugh was heard.
"What a scaredy-cat," Seokjin teased and her eyes widened when seeing him standing there in nothing but his black button-up shirt. Her glance fell and she realised his suit jacket was drapped over her, instinctively grabbing its collar. She about to reject his offer, when meeting his warm smile.
"Thought it's better than nothing."
"T-thanks."
He gave her nod and turned around, returning to the door when he glanced at her over the shoulder. "You can return it next time we meet. I'll make sure it's soon, this is my favourite suit after all." And Yongsun's eyes widened when seeing a wink follow his words before he returned inside.
Stunned, her thoughts raced and tripped over each other.
They'd eventually meet again. Soon.
Her fingers unconsciously curled more, tightening their grip on the suit jacket.
She only hoped he was sincere. After all, she could tell he wasn't the kind of man a woman got a simple crush on. He was the kind of man you fell hard for, and the thought of that terrified her. She didn't want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially not a superior agent or someone who might not mean any of his words. 
But she had always been a curious cat. And Seokjin definitely triggered her curiosity.
With a small huff, she slid her arms into the jacket. It was still warm from his body and it made her shudder. Burying her hands deep into its pockets.
Great, she thought. 
Now she had a crush on her supervisor's best friend.
THE END
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- "the thieves collection" is completed (for now)!
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smartkookiee · 2 months ago
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How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! (OUT NOW) || jjk.
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❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader
❥genre/rating: strangers to lovers, 18+
❥description: How to Lose A Guy in 30 Days! A guide of what you shouldn't do in the first 30 days of a relationship if you don't want him running for the hills! You get to see my experiment with the things I did wrong in the first 30 days of a brand new relationship.
You have just received your first opportunity to write your own column at Composure Magazine. This is everything that you have ever dreamed of and should be simple enough, drive a guy away in 30 days. Across town Jungkook, who hasn't committed to anyone in years, is issued a bet that he can stay with the same person for one month. Both of you being so head strong to achieve your goals cause a myriad of hilariously disastrous dates, unexpected sparks, and a countdown that neither is ready for. 30 days to fall in love or fall apart. After all, all is fair in love and war.
❥warnings: set in the universe of How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days, comedy, sort of a crack fic???, drinking, swearing, dirty talk, eventual smut, some angst, Y/N is a love girl (sigh), Jungkook used to be a playboy (heavier sigh), fluff, Y/N basically torturing Jungkook, Jungkook will never surrender lmao, I watched the movie recently and I haven't been able to get this idea out of my head (like seriously I plotted out the entire fic in like three hours), you don't have to have seen the movie to get this fic.
❥disclaimer: Might be a bit before I start this fic, I want to get Wounds We Never Show a little further along before I decide to juggle two Jungkook fics (sigh). (Also sort of want to get an interest check on this fic hehe)
CHAPTER ONE
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jung-shook-iieee · 2 years ago
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Hot Wheels | KNJ
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➳Pairings: idol Namjoon x reader (f)
➳ rating: M ( obviously minors dni!)
➳ genre: idol verse, relationship au.
➳ warnings: namjoon is filthy hot here, super angry dom, sexy namjoon, use of degrading words, humiliation, teasing, y/n was literally walking on thin ice, until joonie breaks it, super meany joon, mmhh y/n playing with herself ( does that count as masturbation? Becoz joonie didn't let her finish?) Risky, joon was live y'all, Armies being very suspicious lol, joon flashes his bulge * mistakenly, joon cursing on live??????? and super dirty talking. ( I dunno what to add more lmao.)
➳ summary: teasing namjoon when he goes live could never get you in serious trouble, right?
➳ word count: 1.6k
➳ a/n: I actually..... Can someone just tell me what in the world do i have to do to get fucked by joon? I mean seriously... I can not take this anymore. I'm going FERAL for him. Xxxxxxxxxxxx
➳ a/n2: I live for mean joonie, I just can not stop myself from writing this. And I have no shame. No regrets. Do reblog tho, if you like it. Feedbacks are always welcomed. <333
" Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You've been a very bad, bad girl according to him, but you knew what you were doing.
It will easily piss Namjoon off, But you can't help it, can you?  you love to see when he struggled.......Struggled because of you, it was rare tho. It's always the other way around, you struggling for him and him being a sadist enjoyed your misery every single time.
So even if he punished you afterwards, you will willingly take your punishments. You totally loved the messier and clumsier side of him, usually Kim Namjoon carried himself as a wolf. Strong, powerful, and dominant but behind those cameras and people he's the clumsiest person you've ever seen.
Tease him about his mistakes and he will not think twice before railing you against the nearest wall so you could remember your place.
He loves you of course he does, but he loves you even more when you cry for him, from the pleasures he gives you. When you beg, squirm and cum for him.
So when he told you he is going live for armies and asked you to behave you don't why but your inner bitch told you other wise.
When he was setting up the things for his live , you simply stood up and walked towards the cupboard, the lower section was filled with different toys. You took out a simple black mini rabbit vibrator.
Namjoon didn't looked at you he was busy in his live by now. You walked back, discarded your clothes and threw your bra at his feet, which made him look at you.
He was speechless, he clearly told you to not make any sounds and here you were throwing your bra at him. Irony. He looked back at the tab and ignored your presence completely.
You started playing with yourself. You massaged your breast slowly, taking all the time in the world making yourself ready to play with, fondling your perky breast, twisting and pinching your soft nipples. You sensually snaked your hands on your stomach then slowly you reached at your lower part.
You were a dripping mess, so wet just by the mere thought of seducing Namjoon while he was on air, interacting with millions of armies.
Namjoon could see what you were doing, it was driving him crazy. He loved when you act as a brat, a bold person in front of him. Because after that he could punishment you all like he wants.
You turned around, ass in air and pussy all spread out for him to watch. The mini vibrator caused the shaking of your legs, namjoon sweared at the sight. You looked so tempting, so inviting like a sex goddess indeed.
He forced himself to tear his graze from you and focus on the live, sure by now all people would be curious and he knew that.
He just couldn't help himself but grab his aching bulge between his legs. You really made his cock rock hard, he was struggling keeping his posture straight.
He drank water frequently, paused while giving answers and he just sweared on live. What else can he do to get more troubles?
" Is someone with you oppa? " Namjoon repeated a comment and narrowed his eyes then replied, " Ohh aniyo... It's just the... Curtains. Haha. They keep disturbing me. " He struggled answering their question, which only made your lips twitch upward slightly and you turned around and pulled out the toy which was deep inside you.
You stood up and took out a hitachi wand from your cupboard. Namjoon bought it for you as a gift. You still remember the first time he used that thing on you, the orgasms from this thing were  really strong and powerful.
You switched on the toy and placed the settings at one.
The vibrations were killing you, if you continued longer you didn't know if you would be able to keep your moans suppressed. You muffled your moans by placing your small hand above your mouth.
It was really tough for Namjoon to keep his sanity intact. The mere sight of you was driving him crazy, your legs were wide spread, your boobs looked so soft, a toy was stimulating your throbbing clit , you were so wet he could easily see your slick all over your thighs and bedsheet.
You mouthed PLEASE asking him to fuck you, Namjoon forcefully dragged his eyes from you to the tab he pretended like he's interested in the live but no he wasn't. All of his attention was on you now, you did got his attention.
It was getting impossible for him to remain collected so he asked, " Just a second people I'll be back, I need to use restroom hehe. I'll be quick. " And he muted his live, he forgot that the people might see his aching big buldge but he do not give two fucks about that now.
When he marched towards you, to say you were scared will be a understatement. His jaw was clenched and he fisted his hands. You quickly closed your legs and tried to sit up but he dragged you up by your neck, " What do you think you're doing huh?" That voice. That fucking voice sent chills down your spine, you Whimpered from the way he was squeezing your neck tight, cutting the supply of air.
" Do you FUCKING THINK this shit is FUNNY huh?? " He whispered yelled and slammed your head against the headboard and slapped your wet cunt, throwing the expensive wand on floor, making you whimper.
" Don't... Don't fucking close your legs on me now baby, you were spreading your legs like a whore just a minute ago. " He whispered in your ear, his voice could easily make you cum let his hands and dick alone.
" M'sorr-yyyy joon" You gasped sang, barely audible but he heard you, " Now, now, now don't say that okay? I know your not FUCKING SORRY." You but your lower lips knowingly, you knew this was coming, you asked for it. Actually no you begged for it so you can do nothing but to take his punishments like a big girl.
He stuffed his big and thick fingers inside your little cunt making you arch your back and he rammed his fingers so fast and deep inside you making you out of breath.
He pulled away after a minute or two, he needs to get back to the live and may be end it properly. You quickly held his hands and dragged his fingers on your needy cunt for more but he pulled away his hands " Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You only nodded and waited for him.
You obeyed him because you don't want to piss him any more, you knew after this he would be leaving you with a numb and sore pussy anyway.
He sucked his fingers clean, closed his eyes tasting your essence. He growled, you tasted so good he just couldn't wait. You immediately shut your legs close feeling more wet at his lewd action.
He adjusted his crotch and went back on his chair. He unmuted the live and again started answering their questions and laughing with them.
They did asked questions because they were suspicious but he made excuses and cleared there doubts. After 5-10 mins he bid goodbye and turned off the tab.
He closed his eyes, and sighed. You could see how tense he was, the fear of getting caught by army was exciting but scary also. It could've lead him to some serious trouble.
He opened his eyes and looked at you, silently. His breath was slow, his dragon eyes covered in lust and anger. He looked so intimidating to you. You were scared, so scared. Neither you nor he was speaking anything but his gaze was sending you over the edge. You stared at your legs, you just couldn't look at him in his eyes.
Your breath hitched when he stood up and started taking slow steps towards you, you didn't dared to raise your eyes but you could feel him standing next to you.
He grabbed your jaw harshly making you whimper, " Explain. " He demanded. You couldn't speak the words out from your mouth. His grip was becoming harsher.
" Pl-easeee-" , " Please what?? Huh? Did I fucking stuttered baby? Or did I gave you the permission to touch yourself? Or to touch the toys? " He questioned but you were in a deep haze from the pain and pleasure that you couldn't make yourself to speak.
" You're just a dumb whore right? You can't speak unless I force you? " He was speaking with so much anger and authority that even his degradation was sending direct waves of pleasure to your core.
He took off his sweatshirt and his chest looked so good, so tempting . Your palms were itching to  touch him you slowly raised your hands towards him but he gripped it harshly making you groan in displeasure," After the stunt you've pulled y/n do you think I'm letting you touch me.?" The tone of his voice was cold, like a warning to you, bet any other person would run away but you, you begged him to treat you this way.
he stood beside you with his naked broad chest. The pecs really looked yummy tho, namjoon's muscles only got thicker after he started doing gym.
He climbed up in the bed, stood on his knees and spoke in your ears, " You really put me in a bad position today baby, now I'll exactly give you what you've been craving for. "
Well, you couldn't deny him can you!? You just gotta take what he gives.
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Masterlist.
@yellabella77 @screamertannie @sweetwolfcupcake @bri-mal @hoseokteardrop @kooookie @favfanfictsbts @ciennnthia @yopjm @sunny-favs @heyyymin
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demonshauntingthedoves · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2
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Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.
Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)
Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.
Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].
Word Count : 3865+
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You woke up feeling groggy and lazy after a lethargic noon nap.
Minsu and Seokjin had flown to Paris for their so-called honeymoon.
You had to hide your irritation when she had excitedly waved the package tickets on your face. She was beyond ecstatic.
You had slumped and shrinked in your room after they left. Your house filled with silence and gloom.
You missed her already. You missed both of them.
The trail of your hopeless thoughts was cut off when you heard something drop on the floor downstairs. It would be your mother. She purposely clank the cutlery to make noises, to annoy you, a telltale sound when she wanted you down.
Reluctantly, you jumped out of bed and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen.
And there she was throwing away all the ramen packets you had bought to satiate your hunger pangs.
You were livid, the ramen was one of your favourite quick meals, something you relied on when you were too lazy to cook. And not like your mother fed you well when Minsu was away.
"What are you doing?" You shreeched in anger.
She turned to look at you with a blank and unbothered face as if she wasn't throwing your food.
"I don't want this trash in my house."
She said, as she moved to throw another packet in the bin. She didn't make any dinner last night, the poor noodles came handy, and now she had the audacity to throw them.
You ran to her with heavy stamps and tried to snatch the pack which led to a bit of scuffle.
"What is your problem?" You shouted in pure frustration.
"My problem is that I don't want this trash in my kitchen.You need to eat healthy and not this junk." She shouted suddenly, making you flinch.
You backed away and chuckled in mirth and disbelief.
"Like you ever worried about my health. You starved me yesterday and now you care!!!"
" You should know how to feed yourself. You're not a toddler to be pampered. You can't rely on me or Minsu all the time! " Her heated words did little to cool your boiling rage.
" I did. I did cook the ramen and fed myself." You said through gritted teeth, so tempted to spew out curses.
You were so furious, towards yourself. You had promised yourself that you would control and not be a part of this pointless wordmatch. But here you were.
"I said healthy food!" She clarified. Looking at you as if you were a dumb cow.
You gulped all the molten rage you wanted to fire at her. You're learning to cook healthy. You know how to. It's just once or a few times that you eat packaged food.
You sighed. If you continue, you'd never hear the end of it.
" So you care about me? " You changed the subject but didn't back down before hitting a nerve. You already knew the answer. You directed the fragile question in a mocking way.
One thing you were thankful for was that your mother never put her hands on you. Even though she seemed like she could beat you nuts, she didn't. She didn't cross that line.
But her sharp tongue would always do all the job her hands couldn't.
" If I didn't care about you, you'd be on the road today, thrown like this trash."
You just stared at her with an incredulous face. Wondering how she always managed to prick a needle in your heart.
She threw the ramen in the dustbin with a loud thud and purposely slided the spoon holder off the counter, all the spoon clattering on the floor with a disturbing sound. She walked past you muttering bitter,
"Useless trash…."
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You thought you could deal with it.
A stomach ache. It lasted for three days including today, only change being your periods joining the pain party.
You could take care of it, deal with these unwanted cramps. Spurs of pain shooting in your lower tummy. But you weren't able to focus much in the lectures.
During break, you drank water and began to eat lunch, thinking you'd feel better. But it got worse when your head started to spiral, heart palpilated and vision distorted.
You were about to faint.
Ari rushed you to the infirmary, supporting your hobbling body.
Tears clung to your lashes, as you limplessly fell on the ward bed. Ari remained beside you with concerned eyes. Cheeks flushed with sweat and embarrassment, you answered the nurse. The woman put you on saline, asking you to rest. Ari rung Minsu, quickly informing of your condition. She disappeared to bring your backpack.
The white walls of the infirmary screamed "You are weak!" in a hundred ways. You were beyond disappointment. You were going to be eighteen soon. Step into adulthood. Like this, like a weakling. Miserable. Good for nothing. Trash. Your mother was right.
Amidst the blaming noises, you heard Seokjin's voice, your heart plummeting with cold terror.
No. No. No.
You didn't want him to witness you like this- in a sorry state.
You clutch your eyes shut in humiliation, turning your head to the wall on the other end.You wanted to disappear, wanted to sink into the ground.
You felt his presence, rosewood scent diffusion in the antiseptic room. He squeezed your hand, his warm fingers touching your sweaty forehead and neck to check the temperature.
"Rae…?"
You couldn't escape this. You hesitantly faced him with droopy eyes- casted down to his hand which caressed yours. You couldn't look in his eyes- definitely full of pity. He'd think how pathetic and vulnerable you were. Couldn't handle a stomach ache.
"Are you feeling better now?" He asked softly.
Not at all. Why did he come instead of Minsu? You didn't want him here. Didn't want him to see your sickened swollen face.
You nodded. Gazing at his Rolex. You were bothered by a very different reason to care about your stomach anymore.
"Her BP is very low. It can happen due to blood loss during menstruation. The dose will work for now but she needs to stay more hydrated and eat well."
The nurse checked on you again. Passing a sympathetic smile which did little to ease your mortification. Your eyes shifted to Seokjin's. Sweetly staring soft appeals.
He had rushed all the way here. Decided to invest his precious time for your silly inconvenience. You instantly felt guilty for wasting his time.
"I'm sorry." You apologised, tears welling up. You didn't want to cry but you couldn't help it. " I know I wasted your time with all this."
"No, Rae. You didn't disrupt any of my time.It's fine. Minsu had an urgent meeting, so she couldn't come."
"I'm just s-sorry!" You sobbed, covering your mouth. You felt horrible.
"Rae, I know how you feel."
You looked at him. His honey molten eyes softened with genuine worry and empathy.
"It's alright.You're alright. Illness just comes and goes." He understood your plight.
" You don't need to blame yourself for it. It's alright to feel weak in such moments, you're only human. Sweet little human at that."
He booped your red nose and wiped your tears, offering you his angelic smile.
" But from now on, you need to take more care of yourself. Got it? "
You nodded again, no more self conscious, too consumed by his aisling presence.
Seokjin took you home. You glared at all the girls who ogled at him while walking out of school.
Once home, your drained self refused to eat anything but Seokjin stubbornly spoon fed you before taking medicine. It all felt so casual, too natural. As if you had known each other for a long time. And not just two months.
" Always remember that we are there for you, Rae. It's not wrong to need someone, to seek help. You shouldn't think that you're a burden or bother to us or anyone. You're not. Okay? " He said whilst handing you the prescribed pills.
"And you can always count on me. I'll be there for you." His voice, like a gentle candace, assured you. He was so considerate.
You smiled gratefully.You just wanted to hug him and you did. Awkwardly so.The moment your body brushed his, the tender symphonies played in your heart yet again. They grew louder every time you were close to him.
"Thankyou." you murmured against his chest.
His warm body felt millennial times better than the cold pillow you snuggled in at night. He felt like home. Warm and cosy. You clung to him like a homesick fool.
Reluctantly, you retracted your arms from his back, looking up at him. You'd love to be a stargazer and peer into Seokjin's eyes. For all the twinkles hid in there.
This wasn't the first time you were close to him. The first time was when you had bumped into him and fell down. He had offered you his hand and tugged you up, but you had again clumsily stumbled over him.Your noses brushed. Breaths fluttered. Eyes locked. You had never been that close to a man before. The lub dubs of your heart had quickened.
And you knew. From then on, every vault and crevice of your mind would be filled with his and his thoughts only.
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She was smiling.
Your mother was smiling. Not the one she feigned and faked outdoors to show her charms and courtesy. This was a genuine one. It reached her eyes.
Even the walls of your cramped house would be flabbergasted to hear her laughs. And so were you and Minsu. Your mother seemed too happy. Her face beamed as she spoke to Seokjin.
She had invited them for dinner.
You had seen the shift in her. She was so engrossed in cooking, humming and smiling dreamily. It was uncanny.
You'd never seen her being so affectionate, never thought she ever could be. All directed towards Seokjin, the man in the spotlight. You were confused at first but then it became clear.
She saw in Seokjin the son she never had.
It had stung, this was the part you always longed for, her affection and attention. Minsu was happy with this little change.
Even after finishing his, Seokjin wanted another piece of cake and to his surprise, he received three. Mother's, Minsu's and Yours too. Ending up eating the whole cake.
Ofcourse, God had favourites. So did your mother.
She was always soft spoken to him. Brought him a specially woven traditional coat. Prepared his favourite dishes and sent them to his office.
But she had wicked favours too.
She'd complain how the furniture was broken and coax him to buy new ones. Months later, your house looked like a complete renovation. All thanks to Seokjin's wallet.
Seokjin was too nice for his own good.
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You watched the delicate butterflies dance on flower petals, heart fluttering in synchrony.
It was your birthday.
Like every night, you were busy indulging in your fruitless thoughts. Fantasising about certain someone .
Only to see him in your room. You yelped in utter horror. His smiley face appeared out of nowhere, glowing in the candle light.
"Ta-da!"
Minsu switched on the lights, running to hug you with a wide smile.
"Happy Birthday Rae!"
You cut the cake. Wishing for the wellbeing of the two favourite people in your life.
You fed the cake to Minsu. You were so grateful to have her. You both had bonded strongly, sharing mutual hatred towards your mother. Offered each other a shoulder to lean on.
Unexpectedly, Seokjin smeared the icing, staining yours and Minsu's cheeks each.
You were going to pounce on him. But Minsu beat you to it, running to him like a wildcat. Their infectious laughter slowly seeped into every corner of the room, making it lively and joyous.
Your heart sank when you saw them kiss, cake forgotten, bitter taste on your sweet tongue, eyes on Seokjin's hand wrapped around Minsu's waist.
You shouldn't feel this way.
You couldn't let this crush get to your head.
He was your sister's husband.
You needed to stay away from him.
Your special morning started with a visit to the butterfly sanctuary. A colourful start. You were amazed to see the tiny butterflies, erratically fluttering here and there. Golden monarchs flaunting. Gracefully kissing sweet scenting flowers they pass by.
You walked in wonder. Eyes darted away from the couple beside you. Clicking pictures of butterflies. Most of them flying freely in the garden but some were kept in glass boxes. The rare ones. You gazed at the poised pink butterfly. So big and beautiful. You smiled at it.
Your lashes fluttered up at the man on the other side of the box, eyes fixated on the same butterfly. Through the glass, his eyes met yours, the moment suspended, they flashed with something for a fleeting second. But they turned into slits.soon after, as he passed you a smile.
The symphonies started to blare in your heart. Louder. Butterflies erupting in your stomach.
No. You had told yourself that you would avoid Seokjin at all cost. You forced a smile and walked away.
Despite him arranging everything for your birthday, you ignored him all the time, it made your insides twinge with a little guilt.
But you could'nt deny that this was your bestest birthday.
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"You should write a song." Ari babbled our of no where. You pinched your brows, a questioning look on your face. " On hopeless romance." She joked, busy swiping your birthday pictures.
You rolled your eyes, knowing she is spewing nonsense, going back to playing your guitar.
Seokjin gifted it. You wanted to jump on him and hug him tightly but you knew better. You loved music and always wanted a guitar of your own. You were so happy.
" A butterfly sanctuary, then the folk music museum, then the aquarium and then the lavish restaurant with jazz music. Fuck! Didn't he tick off all the places you wanted to visit just in a single day! " Ari spoke with widened eyes, amused.
"So what? I didn't even look at him the whole time." You said with furrowed brows. Plucking the strings, checking the tune.
Ari smirked, zooming in a picture where you and Seokjin were closest. Seokjin was looking at you, as you smile at the camera. " I can see that. But really you just fussed all day for no reason then!"
"He kissed her. Right in front of me. That too on my birthday night!" You let out, anger veiling your sadness.
" But he did all this. Took a leave, spend a whole fucking day off for you. Maybe he wanted to make it up to you." Why was she defending him? And why she being so delusional?
" He just did it all for Minsu. Because she'll be happy if I'm happy." You said, fingers stroking the strings aimlessly.
"You're being illogical. I have a brother in law too but he never did all this things for me."
" He treats me like a child. That day they both were pamparing me like I'm their daughter. And I absolutely hated it."
" Look you should see it in this way, if they see you like their child, they won't think of having one."
" Shut up!!" You face twisted in a weird expression. Mouth twitching into disgust. You detested the thought. "You are talking absolute nonsense! " She was being ridiculous.
Ari sat up nicely, hearing the door creak open, Minsu walked in.
"Hello girlies!" She greeted you both, placing her purse on the bed. She directly came here from work, looking at her working attire.
"Glued to the guitar already. I knew you would love this gift." She settled on the bed, scrambling through her bag. "Talking about gift, mine was pending. Here it is."
You opened the envelope, staring at the document. It was something related to ownership of a house.
"You bou…." She cut you off "Yes, we bought a house. We're moving to the house next door. Right beside yours." The moment her words reached you, your lips stretched into the widest smile. You were beyond elated. All the previous thoughts thrown out the window.
You snuggled in her neck, hugging her tightly. "I'm so happy" You looked at Ari across Minsu's neck. Her smiled mirrored yours, witnessing the soft moment of both sisters. " Thankyou so much. This is the best gift ever. We'll be close now." You hated to live alone, with your mom at that.
"I have another news, Rae." You nodded on her shoulder, asking her to continue, still not ready to detach.
" I think I'm pregnant."
And just like that your blissful smile dimed.
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(Present)
"When are you coming back?" He asked. You chewed the inside of your cheek, clutching the phone to your ear with quivering fingers.
" I-I'm not sure, Jin. The therapy will take more time." You sighed. "When I start to think it's getting better, the ache returns and it only gets worse." You explained to him.
You're not sure, not specific enough about which ache were you talking about. The ache in your stomach which had been tormenting you for months now. Or the ache in your…Nevermind.
"I hope the therapy works. I've been loaded with this project right now or I would have come to see you myself." He grumbled in slight frustration.
You shook your head vigorously and tried to silence your rushing breath.
"No- no Jin, don't worry about me. I'm better than before and Grandma is taking good care of me." That was the last thing you wanted. Him visiting here.
" Fine. But you know Minsu is worried sick and so am I. Good that she told me how you were doing when you weren't picking up my calls but hers." He said calmly letting you know that he obviously knew- you were avoiding him.
You stayed mute raking your mind for some excuse but he continued.
"Soojin had her recitation but no one was there to prepare her so she didn't go. Since then, she has been upset with us and more upset with you-that her aunt wasn't there."
"I know." You said sadly. Her pouting face flashed in your mind.
" And work is waiting, it's been two months now. I've managed till now but I cannot always cover up." He tried to control his tone.
"I know." You furrowed your brows and said in an inaudible voice.
He could. He could always cover up for you. But he was casting reasons to get you back home. To him.
" You don't. You don't know, Rae. Everyone misses you here." He sighed, digging yet another soft spot.
" I miss you all too, Jin. You need to un-" You voice cracked, feeling guilty and weak.
" No, you don't!" He sternly claimed." You didn't even tell me when you left. Am I that insignificant to you?" Your eyes welled up.
"No-" He cut you off yet again.
" Am I forcing you to talk to me? Tell me? I'll not call you from now on if you don't want me to." His words were snappy, tone upset.
A long pause dragged, he, waiting for your answer.
Your throat constricted. You couldn't speak a single word.
You didn't like how he spoke. He never used such a harsh tone with you. You were one minute away from breaking down.
You withdrew your phone and cut the call. You couldn't exchange any more words with him without crying your eyes out. And that's the last thing you wanted to do.
You thought that if you distanced yourself from him, he would just let go, forget about you and focus on his family. But that wasn't the case.
He was there, waiting for you.
To come back to him.
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You clutched your head with both hands, feeling your head spiral again.Your body felt fatigued after throwing up so much.
This unusual dizziness had clung to you for so long.You assumed it was a passing illness due to emotional stress but it remained for several days. Months now.
When it didn't get better from local clinic medicines, you decided to visit your Grandma and take her treatment instead of the city hospital.
You grandma patted your hair as you plopped on the dining chair lethargically. You quickly gulped the bitter liquid she gave you for your upset stomach. You rested your elbows on the table and covered your teary eyes.
"It will get better Rae. Have faith."
"It's been months now, grams." You sobbed.
"Do you want to visit the hospital?"
You shook your head,
"No, I'll get better with your treatment." You rubbed your red eyes and nose before putting on a smile to convince her.
Three months had gone in thin air.
You looked in the mirror, your body had fattened. You lightly slapped the plush of your cheeks and turned to find the outline of your breast and butt look more rounder.
Despite you throwing up all the food, you managed to gain weight. How was that even possible?
You removed your top to put on something lighter, but as you glanced in the mirror again, your eyes fell on it.
And you ignored it. Stubbornly ignored it.
You knew exactly what was happening to your body. You had lied to your Grandma that you were on birth control. You had also lied that you were getting your periods.
You were already on edge. There was so much going on in your mind, that you didn't allow much space for this thought. You had brushed it off in denial. Ignored it. Knowing well, that if you let this situation get to your head, you were finally going to lose it.
Third month, you came to accept it. You were horrified when you realised it.It couldn't be more obvious. All the signs were so clear. You wondered why hadn't your Grandma kicked you out already.
Your heart was filled with absolute dread and wonder at the same time.
There was a life growing inside you.
And you couldn't keep it.
You had scurried to the small pharmacy in the further corner of the town. Asked for abortion pills. You took it at night, lights switched off, in darkness, too afraid, too unwilling to witness another of your sins. Killing a life.
You had been taking the pills for a few days. You needed to get rid of it.
Maybe you had sensed it from the start. Your intuitions gnawing. Like the silence before a storm. A disaster. Your body had hinted. That's why you had run away from home and hidden. But what you didn't know was that the cause of the disaster was within you. Growing inside you.
" Please don't tell mom. Not now. Please!" You begged your Grandma, hysterically crying. She got to know. Your bump had grown. The pills didn't work. You had chugged the whole bottle in your mouth.
If your mother got to know, she'd kill you. You cannot imagine the mortification you'll be in when you face Minsu. What will you tell her? What will you tell Jin?
A new splash of cold terror poured on you.
What will you tell him?
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A/N - Finally done! I've kinda dragged this chapter a bit. Wanted to show the (very slow) dynamic between Jin and Rae. The last scene is my favourite. I wrote this whole thingy just to get to that one part. Also, I personally love Ari more than all the Mcs in this. Lol.
Let me know which part you liked.
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jikook-yoonmin-trash · 6 months ago
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Kim Seokjin Head Cannon~ ***
Genre: Smut (18+)
Warning: Mild
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Jin is big on foreplay, enough said.
He's not the kinkiest guy in the world, but he knows how to gethis partner riled up.
He's big on kissing, anywhere and everywhere. There's nowhere on your body his tongue hasn't tasted.
He's a bit perverted in a boyish sense. He still gets excited seeing you in shorts with your butt peeking out, or when you bend over and your top exposes too much. He loves your body and gets off on the idea that it's only for him.
Even though he isn't the kinky BDSM type, that doesn't mean he's Vanilla. Like any man, he has his fantasy and he'd love nothing more than to fulfill yours. You guys fuck wearing all sorts of costumes, cosplays, and the roleplay is the best part. You never know which character he's going to bring out and the sex always ends up with you spent and sweaty.
He's big on oral, I think the entire Hyung line likes having their cock sucked.
He's extra needy when you're giving him head. He's pulling your hair, pushing your head and he's not afraid to let you know that he feels good.
On some days, his moans are all you can think about. Just the image of his giant body, worn out on the couch with his cock out and chest heaving is enough to have you going for days. No one should look that good cumming, but he does.
Despite his perfect BTS persona, he's actually pretty rough, but in a gentle type of way. He's also big on discipline and making sure that you are for his eyes only. Sometimes you like to play a little game called 'How long would it take for Jin to get jealous'.
His anger and jealousy are the most attractive part about him. He's well-read and communicates his feelings so calmly. The way he handles both you and his feelings makes you want him even more.
Missionary
MISSIONARY WITH VIBRATOR
Missionary with your knees behind your head
Missionary with his thumb rubbing your clit
MISSIONARY under the influence of red wine and lots of nasty, dirty talk.
Phone sex
Phone sex with him instructing you on how to make yourself come
Sexting with him sending a video jerking off in Hybe's practice room with mirrors all around.
Kissing
LOTS OF KISSING
Handcuffs
cockring + MISSIONARY
He'd hit it from the back and then flip you over because he wants to see you laid out in front of him.
Personally, I think he is freaky in an unexpected way. There's no way this man is any shade of vanilla. He'd definitely try anything once and I just know he likes to dominate...
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evillemons · 8 months ago
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MASTERLIST
Obligatory (but seemingly necessary) disclaimer: Obviously we have no idea what the boys’ personal lives are really like, this is just for fun and not intended to be taken seriously. But we can have fun imagining :,)
BTS ideal types and relationships
Each girlfriend is intended to be somewhat of an original character and part of a headcanon universe, but all sections can also be read on their own from the reader's perspective.
Namjoon
NAMJOON'S IDEAL TYPE (RM pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH NAMJOON WOULD BE LIKE (RM pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH NAMJOON WOULD BE LIKE (RM pt. 3)
Yoongi
YOONGI'S IDEAL TYPE (SUGA pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOONGI WOULD BE LIKE (SUGA pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH YOONGI WOULD BE LIKE (SUGA pt. 3)
Taehyung
TAEHYUNG'S IDEAL TYPE (V pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH TAEHYUNG WOULD BE LIKE (V pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH TAEHYUNG WOULD BE LIKE (V pt. 3)
Hoseok
HOSEOK'S IDEAL TYPE (j-hope pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH HOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE (j-hope pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH HOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE (j-hope pt. 3)
Jungkook
JUNGKOOK'S IDEAL TYPE (JK pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH JUNGKOOK WOULD BE LIKE (JK pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH JUNGKOOK WOULD BE LIKE (JK pt. 3)
Jimin
JIMIN'S IDEAL TYPE (JM pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH JIMIN WOULD BE LIKE (JM pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH JIMIN WOULD BE LIKE (JM pt. 3)
Seokjin
SEOKJIN'S IDEAL TYPE (Jin pt. 1)
WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH SEOKJIN WOULD BE LIKE (Jin pt. 2)
WHAT SEX WITH SEOKJIN WOULD BE LIKE (Jin pt. 3)
BTS most likely to’s, reactions, and other fun lists:
Which members would fall for the same woman
BTS MBTI types
MBTI types of BTS's girlfriends
Most likely to be the best at oral
How they would react to their girlfriend being a former escort or sexy content creator (request)
What BTS would smell like
Most likely to be experienced in relationships/sex
How they would react to another man trying to kiss you
How BTS would propose (request)
Most likely to cum prematurely/without being touched
How BTS would court someone (request)
Most likely to initiate makeup sex (request)
How the members would react to their partner faking an orgasm (request)
How BTS would feel about thigh riding
Age ranges the members would date (request)
Dick size from largest to smallest
Which members would last the longest in bed
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