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Home for the Holidays Pt. 2 (M)

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog

summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

wc: 14.3k

warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!

read part one here

date: January 12, 2024

The moment you set foot in Jungkook’s family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.

Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wall—there are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.

A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.

The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.

“Jungkook!” Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.

Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.

“Never leave me,” she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.

“Mom,” Jungkook wheezed. “You’re scaring my girlfriend. She doesn’t know you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.

“Mom!”

Jungkook’s mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.

“Hello,” you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.

“I’m Aera,” Jungkook’s mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear he’s so in love!”

“Mom!” Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.

You giggle, linking arms with Aera. “Is that so?”

Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.

“Oh, Jungkook,” his mom says as she has you sit at the table. “You’re in Seojun’s old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.”

Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.

“Here,” Aera hands you a small dessert. “Seojun made these just for you. You’ll meet him tomorrow along with his fiancée, Saraí.”

“Ooh, chocolate,” you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.

Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.

By the time Jungkook joins you, you’re on your third dessert.

“Mom,” he sighs. “Please don’t force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.”

Aera frowns at her son. “Fine. You open up.”

Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.

“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes. “I told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.”

“Hello,” a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkook’s father has arrived home.

“Dad!” Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.

You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.

You introduce yourself to Jungkook’s dad, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, honey. I’m Dae.”

“We’re gonna go get settled in,” Jungkook says as he takes your hand. “We’ll be down for dinner.”

“When am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?” Aera asks her son. “It’s bad enough that Hoseok won’t join us this year.”

“He had plans, Mom,” Jungkook explained.

“Love, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,” Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jimin’s mom across the street to chat about their boys.

Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. “I thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Your mom is just excited.”

“I’ll say,” Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!”

Jungkook chuckles. “There’s plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.”

Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. There’s another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.

The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. It’s all pretty simple to memorize. You’ll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.

By the time you’re back in the kitchen, Jimin’s sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.

“Got enough to share, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.

“No,” Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.

“Jimin,” Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.

“So,” Dae smiles at you. “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“School.”

“Jimin.” You say, cringing at Jungkook’s answer being different from yours.

His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.

“I met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,” Jimin jokes.

Jungkook turns red. “I didn’t steal her! You said you were just friends!”

You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.

“I always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,” you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.

Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet?! True love!” Aera sings as she clasps her hands.

“Mom!” Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.

“I hear wedding bells!” Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.

“Come on, let’s go get their pajamas.”

The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.

Jimin exhales dramatically. “You couldn’t even get the first lie correct?”

“We tried!” Jungkook hisses in response.

“Yeah,” you nod vehemently. “We got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.”

“The group chat isn’t gonna like this,” Jimin sighs. “Are you sure you can pull this off without us here?”

“It was just a little mishap,” Jungkook waved his hand. “We’ve got this.”

Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.

“Okay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.”

You laugh as you hug him after he’s set his glass in the dishwasher.

“Come around whenever,” Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.

“What’s up next?” You ask your boyfriend.

“Probably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,” Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.

“Here they come.”

The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.

The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.

Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.

Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.

“I don’t know, Dae. Something seems fishy,” Aera said softly.

“You’re overthinking this, love. Maybe they’re just respectful or shy.” Dae countered.

“Well, Saraí and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.” Aera states.

Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.

“Maybe they’re not as comfortable with PDA. That’s fine by me,” Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.

Aera does so reluctantly.

Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.

Once you’re on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.

“I suppose we need to be more hands-on,” he states nervously.

“How about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,” you suggest.

Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Do you need anything before I go?”

You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.

“A goodnight kiss?”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.

“Good night,” Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.

“Good night,” you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.

You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.

The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. “Come on, darling.”

“Mmh,” you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.

Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.

“Baby,” he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. “Or I’d bop you on that cute nose of yours.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, babe. My parents will be up soon.”

“I’m sleepy,” you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. He’s already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.

You try not to squeal in excitement when you see he’s poured yours into a snowman mug.

By the time Jungkook’s parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkook’s got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.

Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.

Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.

“Seojun and Saraí will be here for dinner,” she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.

You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.

“I think we’re doing pretty well,” you muse as you hold Jungkook’s hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.

He chuckles. “Seojun might mess it up.”

You giggle, shaking your head.

“I think we’ve got this,” you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.

Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so now.

You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.

“Kook,” you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.

Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.

His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.

“Shit!” A voice startles you.

You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.

“Sorry, we should have knocked.” A woman apologizes. She’s shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.

“We did knock,” the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.

“We’ll be downstairs,” she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.

Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. “That was Seojun and Saraí.”

“Oh!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “Fuck.”

“Well,” Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. “At least Seojun will believe us now.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“To be continued?” You’re not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.

“Tonight?” He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.

Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and you’d gladly let it for another taste of his lips.

“Tonight,” you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.

Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and Saraí in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Sarai exclaims. “Seojun thought you were imaginary.”

“Babe,” Seojun protests.

“¿Que no?” Sarai asks him with a raised brow. “Didn’t you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?”

Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolph’s nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the men’s expense.

“I like you,” you said with a bright smile. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”

Sarai smiled, “We have to stick together.”

“Saraí,” Seojun whines. “We just got here. You can’t recruit my little brother’s girlfriend against me already.”

“Why not?” Saraí asks with a mischievous grin.

Seojun groans as he shakes his head, but his smile never dims as he looks at his fiancée. You cuddle up to Jungkook, and his arm drapes around you before he kisses the top of your head, almost second nature.

A few hours later, Saraí and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.

Saraí follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, you’re glad she’s easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joon’s PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.

“So then he takes me to the very top of the building,” Saraí gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. “You know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! He’s terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!”

“I almost threw up,” Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, he’s no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesn’t stick.

Saraí laughs. “I turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!”

You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.

“And that’s when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!” Saraí wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.

Seojun smiles at Saraí, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. “It’ll be you two before you know it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. “We’ve only been together for a bit.”

“Four months?” Seojun asks.

“Five!” You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.

You clear your throat. “Almost six.”

“Nowhere near you guys time together,” Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.

Saraí waves her hand. “You’ll hear wedding bells before you know it.”

“Yeah,” Seojun chuckles. “Ours.”

The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.

How far would you take this?

Dinner passes without incident. Aera and Saraí are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with Saraí’s mom before the evening ends.

You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.

Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.

“How’s it going?” Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkook’s phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.

“Yeah,” Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. “Jimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook hisses.

“The first one?” Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Babe, I would have done better.”

“I’m the one who needed to date someone!” Jungkook hisses louder.

Seokjin shrugs. “I said what I said.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.

“His parents thought we weren’t all over each other like Saraí and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,” you state, your lip caught between your teeth.

“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. “If they see through it, your grandmother won’t fall for it, Kook.”

“Don’t give up now,” Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. “We’ve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kook’s new place.”

“Give me that,” Jungkook rips the paper from Jimin’s hands and crumples it.

“I have copies,” Jimin smirks.

“Look,” Taehyung speaks up. “We’ve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.”

Namjoon nods. “Tae’s right. We all did what we said we’d do, even Hobi. He’ll be in town before the new year, and we can’t tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Let’s see it out.”

“I’m in,” Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.

“Same,” Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.

Joon and Tae look at the two of you.

Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.

“Alright, we’re in,” Jungkook states ruefully.

“Don’t worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. It’ll be a piece of cake!” Jimin grins.

It was not a piece of cake.

And if it was, it was a shit cake.

Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.

“Mother,” Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Jungkook’s grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.

Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.

“First, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldn’t stop barking!” Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.

“Oh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones aren’t what they used to be,” she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.

“Mother,” Dae said as he sat beside her. “Why didn’t you call?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to be a bother!” She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.

“You’re never a bother, Mom,” Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.

“Good,” Grandmother Jeon states firmly. “Because Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.”

Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. “What?”

Dae sends a glare at his son. “Of course, you can stay with us. What happened?”

“Dang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,” Grandmother Jeon huffed. “Dang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!”

Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.

“Oh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?” Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.

“Always! We're so glad you’re staying with us,” Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.

“Ooh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,” Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.

“And who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?”

Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.

“Grandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.

“I’m Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,” she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.

“You’re beautiful,” Minji grins widely.

“Thank you,” you smile shyly.

“And you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. They’ll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,” Minji shakes her head.

“Mom!”

“Grandmother!”

“What?” Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. “Am I lying?”

“No,” Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.

“Thought so,” Minji laughs. “Don’t worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!”

“But-!”

“Jeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!” Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.

“Mother,” Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions.”

Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. “You stick to driving while I’m here, sweetie. I don’t think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.”

“I promise,” Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.

“Good boy,” she states before releasing him. “Now who’s gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?”

“Mother, you’re only-” Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.

“Get my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,” Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. “She’s your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.”

“Mother,” Dae sighs heavily, but he knows it’s a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.

“Jungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,” Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.

“She’s not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?” You ask Jungkook’s mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.

Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. “Expect the unexpected.”

Jungkook knows you’re trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.

Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.

Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you can’t help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.

Seojun sits across from you with Saraí on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.

You’re sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on Saraí’s finger.

“So, sweetheart,” Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. “How did you meet our Kookie?”

“Mother,” Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.

“I’m merely curious,” Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. There’s not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.

“We met through Jimin,” Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.

“We met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,” you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.

“So, who broke first?” Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his “aunt” as she chews on her steak.

“Jungkook,” you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. “We went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and we’ve been dating ever since.”

“We went to the beach for our first date,” Jungkook adds. “Shared a milkshake on the boardwalk.”

“My Kookie finally found someone!” Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.

“Do you have pictures?” Aera questions as she rises from the table.

Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, “You’ve got this.”

“Let’s head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,” Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.

Saraí goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.

“I don’t know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,” Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.

“Ah, there’s my boy,” Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.

“He looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,” Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.

Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.

“I hope we didn’t miss anything,” Saraí sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.

Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.

“I hope we did,” Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.

“I saw a few photos on Instagram this week,” Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. “You both look cute.”

Saraí helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.

“The two of you are adorable,” Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.

For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that it’s real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like Saraí does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.

Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.

“Oh, dear,” Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. “We gave Grandmother Jeon Seojun’s old room.”

You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“You don’t mind sharing Jungkook’s old room, do you?” Aera asked as she and Saraí cleared up the drinks and cookies. “It’ll be just like at home.”

“Um… yeah,” you cough as you look at your feet. “Just like home.”

“Perfect,” Dae says as he helps clean up. “Why don’t the two of you unpack in Jungkook’s room, and we’ll see you in the morning?”

“Sure, Dad,” Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.

On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.

Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.

You’re careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. You’ve been following Hoseok’s strict clothing schedule and you’ve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. “I never thought this would happen.”

“What do we do?”

“I’ll sleep upstairs in the game room,” Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.

“Your parents will know something’s up,” you hissed in response.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, then,” Jungkook shrugs. “Problem solved.”

“But it’s your room. Your bed.”

“And I got you into this mess,” Jungkook frowns. “It’s only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.”

You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again.

Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.

He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor.

The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.

“Well, this is awkward,” Jungkook chuckles.

You throw a stuffed animal at him.

“Jungkook!”

“What? You were thinking about it!”

“You didn’t have to say it,” you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didn’t care too much about your sleeping clothes.

“Goodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,” Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.

“Goodnight,” you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.

Wednesday greeted you with Luna’s obnoxious barking.

You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.

“Koo,” you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.

“I hear it too,” he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but it’s useless.

Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.

With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasn’t any time for any practice.

Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you don’t have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You can’t let Jungkook see you like this!

“Close your eyes!” You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.

Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why?!”

“Just do it! Don’t look at me!” You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.

Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkook’s mother stands there with wide eyes.

“Um, breakfast will be ready in a bit,” she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time she’ll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.

“Great,” Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.

What a great way to start his morning.

Jungkook’s parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky… or did she say she was gonna get lucky?

“Luna Patrice Jeon,” you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkook’s beefy arms.

The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook had managed to put Luna’s booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.

His dog-aunt.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.

Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.

“There we go, Luna. That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.

“God, he’s a dog whisperer,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.

“I can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.

“Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!”

“Better keep her close, JK!” Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.

Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseok’s dog that he may have snatched for this outing.

“Who knew we’d end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,” Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.

“Almost seems like we’re growing up,” Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.

“Who do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?” Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.

“Jungkook,” the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.

“Pfft, why me? I’m the baby,” Jungkook protests.

“Aren’t you the one with the breeding kink?” Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.

Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomato’s as he feels his ears burn just as bright.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“Whoops!” Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin.

Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.

You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.

“Sucks for you!” You call over your shoulder. “I’m on the pill!”

Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.

Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.

“You’re an evil little man,” Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.

Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.

Seojun and Saraí have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they weren’t as necessary now as they thought they would be.

Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasn’t anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasn’t a whole lot to worry about.

Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He can’t seem to get rid of the soreness he’s gotten from sleeping on the floor.

You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.

“Sleep with me tonight,” you said as you held Jungkook’s hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.

“W-what?” He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.

“Sleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. You’re obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.” You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.

“It’s only for a few more days,” you shrug. “Grandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?”

Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.

He nods. “If you’re sure.”

“Definitely,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.

You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.

Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.

His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.

“Tonight,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.

“Tonight,” you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.

“You’ll pay for that, baby,” he groans when you do it again.

“I can’t wait, Koo.”

Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.

You’re nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, it’s a nice feeling.

By the time you’re climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.

He’s made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.

A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but he’s already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.

You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almost

immediately as he sets the towel down.

“Mind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,” he explains as he tongues his ring.

“That’s fine,” you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldn’t give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if he’d ever get them pierced.

“Need anything while I’m up, babe?” Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.

You’re nearly salivating by the time he’s finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.

“Hmm?” You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.

“You’re adorable,” he whispers as he pecks your nose.

You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.

“I’m glad I’m here too, Kook. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.

“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids.

“Jungkook,” you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. You’d love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, you’ll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.

Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.

You nod.

“I need words, baby,” he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. “I need to hear it.”

“Please,” you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. “I want it. Want you.”

Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.

Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.

“Please,” you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

“No panties, darling?” He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.

“Didn’t think I needed them,” you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. He’s teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.

Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “You were right.”

Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.

“Keep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?” He raises a brow, and you nod.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.

“Can I take these off?” Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.

When he doesn’t make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snail’s pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.

You don’t get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if he’s in love with you.

The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.

“You’ve soaked my sweatpants,” he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like it’s burning, but from lust or embarrassment, you’re not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.

“S-sorry,” you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest.

Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.

“Can you take them off?” You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.

Fuck, he’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. You’re the first girl he’s had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after you’re back home.

Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.

Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.

“Do as you wish, my love,” Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.

Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until it’s cupping his erection.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.

Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.

“Wish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. I’d make you scream even louder,” he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as he kisses you deeply. It’s hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.

“Koo!” You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until they’re soaked beyond his wrist.

Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until he’s well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.

“Shit!” He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.

You’re warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.

He doesn’t like the way they cling to him and he’ll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.

Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.

“I really do like you, ya know,” he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.

You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. “I really like you too.”

Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you he’ll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.

Once you’re both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.

Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.

Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and Saraí.

Though you and Jungkook haven’t done more than fool around that one night, you’ve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.

Seojun, Saraí, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.

“Where are Joon and Seokjin?” You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.

“They went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseok’s parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,” Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn.

“Sounds serious,” Yoongi comments with a sly grin.

“My parents keep asking when I’ll bring someone home,” Jimin sighs. “Are you free next Christmas?”

Jungkook scoffs. “As if.”

“Not you.” Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.

Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.

“I don’t think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,” you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.

Jimin shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.

“Wanna go again?” Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.

“I’m good,” you laugh. “Once was enough.”

The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Despite admitting to liking each other, you haven’t talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo you’re in where you’re not not together but also not truly faking either.

At one point or another, you’ll have to have that conversation, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.

Oh, no.

He’s heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction.

Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, “Come get your Christmas gift, Park!”

Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when she’s ready for bed.

Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.

Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.

“Goodnight, honey,” Minji kisses Jungkook’s cheek and then yours.

You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and you’re grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, you’re still a little scared of the dark.

“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.

You face him, your fingers laced with his.

“I’m just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. It’s been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.” you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.

“I’m glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.” Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.

Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.

“Kiss me,” you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. They’re soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.

Instead, you whisper, “Kiss me again.”

Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.

His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. “Eager?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.

Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon you’re left topless and horny on top of him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.

As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.

However, he won’t pass up the chance to have you. You’ve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.

If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only he’d make you his from the get-go. But that’s a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.

“Jungkook,” his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.

His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.

Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.

Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he’s quick to remove it.

With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until he’s kissing your palm and moving upwards.

Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows you’ll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, more…

Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.

Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.

Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.

Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.

You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.

Jungkook’s had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.

“Kook,” you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. “Fuck me.”

You’re tired of waiting. You’ve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. You’ve dreamed of this time and time again and it’s about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.

You’ll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.

“Please,” you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. You’re quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.

You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until you’re getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.

He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.

“Don’t be scared,” you giggle. “I won’t break.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before he’s guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.

“Just like that. Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.

He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. You’re breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.

Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.

It’s not too long before you’re back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.

“So needy,” Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.

“Please,” you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that he’ll just slide right in. “Fuck.”

Jungkook bites his lip. He’s never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.

“Don’t make me find someone else,” you huff.

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

“They can’t fuck you as good as I will,” he laughs cockily.

You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkook’s lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.

The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop,” Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, please don’t stop. Koo,” you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.

Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.

Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.

“So tight,” Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.

You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.

Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.

The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like you’re about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.

Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“Can you go for one more?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, wanting more of him.

Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his.

“Let me get you on your hands and knees, darling,” Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.

Jungkook chuckles. “Easy, doll. You’ll have my ego growing bigger.”

You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.

Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.

Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldn’t lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.

“Kook,” you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.

Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.

His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.

You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. You’re soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. You’re the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts he’d only shared with Yoongi.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.

“Just like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.

Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before he’s slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.

“Fuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.

The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook can’t be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.

“Want to fuck you full of my cum, baby,” Jungkook can’t help himself as he thrusts in deeper. He’s so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.

“Please, do it,” you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.

“Baby!”

“Jungkook!”

“Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.” Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.

“Come on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.

Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. He’s tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.

But you’re spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.

Jungkook kisses you gently. “Gotta clean you up, babe.”

You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.

Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time you’re back, he’s in a pair of boxers.

“Get in bed, babe,” he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.

You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you don’t care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.

“Sleep well, darling.”

Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkook’s childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.

It’s not until after dinner that you’re all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.

“Come here, dear,” Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.

Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.

One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.

You’re confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.

“The two of you are so good together,” Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I had this same talk with Saraí and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.”

Minji places a hand on yours. “I first met Jungkook’s grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldn’t stand each other one bit!”

Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.

“We were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said he’d be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!” Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkook’s grandfather as Santa.

“I arm wrestled him for it!” Minji exclaims proudly. “In front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.”

You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.

“I thought he’d be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed that’s when he knew I was the one for him,” Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.

Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like he’s about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.

“That man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldn’t get through together.” Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.

“Anyway,” she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.

“I wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you haven’t been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.” Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkook’s. “Be good to each other.”

You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.

You can’t do this.

Not anymore.

The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all you’ve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.

You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.

“We lied,” you state, wringing your hands in front of you.

Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.

“We aren’t a couple,” Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. “We lied to you all.”

Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.

Minji shakes her head.

“I lied,” Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. “She had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. I’m so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.”

Seojun stares with furrowed brows as Saraí places her hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t fathom why his little brother would lie.

“I thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.” Jungkook hangs his head in shame. “The lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I agreed to help. You’ve all been so welcoming, and I didn’t have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. We’re both so sorry.”

Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.

“I know all about your little scheme,” Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. “Jimin’s grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. I’ve known since I arrived, honey.”

“Jungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!” Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.

“I just felt pressured,” Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. “I hadn’t dated in a while, and I know you’d like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.”

“Son,” Dae approaches him, hugging him. “We know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and Saraí do.”

“Your father’s right,” Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. “Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.”

“I’m fine, mom. I’ve got friends, and now I have her.” Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.

Aera hugs you. “I’m so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. You’ve made our son and family so happy with your presence. It’s been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy you’ve made our Kookie.”

You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.

“That’s yours to do as you please,” she states as she hands you your envelope.

You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort you’ve wanted to go to. They’re dated for Spring Break.

“I’ve got a place down there that you’re welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jimin’s grandmother and I will be busy partying.”

“Mother!” Dae exclaims in shock.

“What? I’m old enough to drink! I’ve been old enough to drink.” she shakes her head with a laugh.

“I can’t accept this.” you try to return it, but Minji won’t take it.

“No takebacks!” She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.

“Should we go see the Christmas lights?” Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps Saraí.

The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.

“How’d it go?” Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.

“Yeah,” Seokjin grins. “Did you get the apartment?”

“Did the plan work?” Taehyung questions.

“Yes,” you say with a wry smile.

“And no.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Huh?” Yoongi furrows his brows.

“Jimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!” Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.

Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.

“Yeah, Min!” You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.

“I thought she’d forget!” Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.

“Oh no,” you giggle. “Jimin’s grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.”

“And she knew the moment she stepped into the house,” Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.

“Whoops!” Jimin laughs.

“So much for ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma, huh?” Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.

“Shut up!” Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.

Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.

Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.

Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.

You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.

Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.

You’re pressed to his chest, peeking to see if you’ve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.

The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. You’re wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.

Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.

“You know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” Jungkook whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper as you hold his gaze.

“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” Jungkook smiles softly.

“And what’s that?” You ask as you bite your bottom lip.

“If you were mine,” Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. “For real this time.”

“I think I can make that happen,” you tease with a coquette smile. “But only with a kiss.”

Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. “As you wish, baby.”

Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.

There’s nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.

Jungkook can’t help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyes—a home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.

There’s nothing more he could ever want.

When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, “What?”

Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.”

“Oh, will I be back?” You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.

“Definitely.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.

“Come on, lovebirds,” Namjoon huffs. “Momma Jeon’s got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.”

You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeon’s porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.

Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, “Merry Christmas.” before he kisses you.

<< part one

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bts + make up a guy pt.2 | for @cordiallyfuturedwight

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christmas time 🧣☃️🎄

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my soft, soft boy 💜 cr. namuspromised

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#daniel roebuck #david howard thornton #art the clown #terrifier 3 #christmas horror #bts #behind the scenes #damien leone

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eclipsethemagic · 6 months ago

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Snowed in |KNJ| |M|

Summary: Being roommates with Namjoon has always had it's ups and downs, but being snowed in with him? Well maybe it will be fun

Paring: Nonidol! Namjoon xf!reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, lil bit of angus

sw: unprotected sex ( don't do- be safe), soft Dom Joon ( we love gentle Joon), spit, ( you'll figure it out when you see it ), praise kink, choking (f.rec), semi rough sex, expedition kink?, breeding kink ( more so reader then Joon), hand kink ( you'll see)

Song of the day: worth it by: avant + railway by: stray kids

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w.c: 3,268

a/n: I’m sorry! This was been supposed to come out, and I got so back tracked from work and then school that I just am now posting it. Don’t worry the rest of the Christmas oneshots will be posted, and if there’s any mistakes in here I’m sorry :(

Namjoon has to be an idiot if he thought that it wouldn't snow. Namjoon has to be an idiot to book a vacation with all of his friends in the middle of the mountain in the middle of December and didn't think it wouldn't snow.

He's an idiot.

He felt like the universe was laughing at him, telling him that he is indeed an idiot. And it wouldn't have been bad if he wasn't stuck with you. His roommate, one of his very best friends. But you and Namjoon weren't on talking terms at the moment, and it wasn't like he hated you. Oh no, he actually enjoyed your company throughout the whole vacation. It was just- you hated him. And it wasn't like it was a good reason too.

You and him had a disagreement about one of your good friends that Namjoon hated and he didn't want them there. Which you invited the person anyway and it sent Namjoon into a spiral. He stopped talking to you for a week, and then the week turned into a month before your trip. Yoongi, Namjoon other best friend, suggested that you two should talk before the trip, which you did on your ride there to the cabin. Namjoon and you had agreement that you two would be civil, and that you should keep your friend away from him during the trip.

Which you did.

But that was until the night before. Namjoon had just got out of the shower, he had on his sweatpants and a hoodie as he walked downstairs to the living room. Everyone was doing their own thing, Yoongi, and his boyfriend Jimin was packing their things up to leave that night leaving just you, Namjoon and that annoying ass friend of yours May. Namjoon didn't see that May was on the couch waiting for you to come downstairs, maybe it was the simple fact that any time he seen her he would just ignore her existence. "Oh it's you." Namjoon hears her voice from the bottom of the steps. A groan escapes his lips, he had two options. One was just going straight back upstairs and going to his room until she left or two go in the kitchen, hope she doesn't say anything to him and then go back upstairs. Before he could even pick any of those options the small girl walks up to him.

She smiles, flashing her pretty white teeth. May always tried to get Namjoon's attention whenever she could. And he hated it. Namjoon had a type, and May didn't check those boxes off. You know what else he hated? Was when he kissed her on new year's eve the year before. And he told her, he was drunk out of his mind when he seen her but nope. May just couldn't let him go. "Hi." It was simple enough to let her get the hint that he didn't want to talk to her. But knowing the girl in front of him, it didn't click in that tiny brain of hers. Namjoon walks past her, walking into the kitchen like planned. He then goes to grab a cup from the cabinet and opens the fridge to get some juice.

"You know, we been here for two whole weeks and haven't said a word to me." Namjoon mentally wants to shoot himself. He doesn't respond as the girl continues talking to him. "Did I do something wrong?" She ask. "Because if I did you a can tell me.." she whispers. Namjoon turns around to see her near the kitchen door, her hand playing with one of the ringers on her finger. She's not even looking at him and deep down Namjoon feels bad. I mean, she's right. He hasn't said a word to her the whole trip, but he also didn't even talk to her friend who just so happens to walk in the kitchen as well looking at them both.

"What's going on..?" You say, "is he being a dick again?" May doesn't say anything at first, her eyes still looking at the floor. Namjoon continues to pour his juice, before he hears May's voice. "I just asked him why he's been ignoring me all week." She smiles at you, it was a weak one, But she still tried to smile. You could hear the sadness in her voice as she spoke and it made you feel bad. "Joon stop being an asshole."

Dick? Asshole?

"Asshole? You're calling me an asshole?" He repeats back to you, his eyes widen and his long pointy fingers digs into his chest as he points to himself and then back at you. May's mouth goes to open before she's cut off by you. "Yes. You. You're being a dick and asshole, stop being an asshole." Namjoon lets out a little laugh, you see his jaw moves a bit before he slams the fridge close when he puts the juice back. With his glass in his hand he walks past you both, and the kitchen door slams causing May to flitch a little.

And after that, Namjoon hasn't said a word to you. Even when May left early the next morning Joon didn't even say bye to the girl, even now as the snow leaves you two stuck in, he hasn't left his room and it started to worry you. Maybe calling him an asshole and a dick was too much, but if felt right at the time. It needed to be said, because truth be told Namjoon was indeed being a dick, a bitch and everything above, over a girl who did nothing to him. Deep down his and May's relationship was never like that. Even since high school they always been somewhat cordial. But if you think about it too much, your brain starts to hurt. You knock twice on your best friend's door, nothing, so you knock again. "Hey Joon? I made you a grilled cheese and some soup. I haven't seen you all day, or have you left that room. Joonie I'm starting to worry." With a sigh you place the tray near his door. "I'll leave it by your door..please eat." And with those words you leave, going to your own room and shutting the door softy.

Namjoon doesn't open the door until he hears your door shut. Looking down he notices the food, smiling softy. Even if he was still mad at you, somehow you knew how to make his heart hurt less. He shuts the door after grabbing the food and setting it on the desk near his bed. The snow was still falling, hitting the trees and covering the ground. Growing up Namjoon loved the snow, he loved looking at it, playing with it and he loved being in it. If his parents would have gave him a chance he'll probably live in it if he could. But that's what the thing was about Namjoon, snow reminded him of you oddly enough. You were beautiful just like snow, he could look at you and not get tired of looking at you, just like snow. His heart grew 10 times more when he was near you like snow, and his mood would get 10 times better being with you like snow. And if you would give me a chance like the snow does, he'll make your life worthwhile.

Namjoon doesn't know when his fascination about you came about, but he knew that you were the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes on. His junior year in high school was the first time you came over to his house, it was the first time he seen his mom be so friendly with a girl he ever brought over. In fact it was the first time he seen his mom so excited that you'll come over the next day, and you did, you came over the next day, and the day after that and the day after that until his mom passed away. He remembers the day before she died, and the words she spoke. "Keep her son, she's a keeper. Do it for mama hm?" And ever since then Joon hasn't left your side.

It had to be 5 in the morning when Namjoon finally came out of his room. His dishes in his hand as he walks down the stairs slowly, trying to not fall. He noticed the Christmas tree lights where still on when he walks in the kitchen, setting his dishes in the sink, he walks back in the living room to turn them off, that's before he noticed you on the couch, curled up under the covers. You look so peaceful, and as much as he wants to look at you, he's questioning why you're down here in the first place. Namjoon walks over to you, he bends down and shakes you gently. "Petal." He mumbles, and he does it again when you don't wake up. You let out a groan, your eyes squeezes shut. "Petal, you have to get off the couch come on." He says and you open your eyes just a bit to look at him. He smiles softly when you shake your head, the sleep crowning your brain and Namjoon does the next best option. He picks you up, one arm underneath you as he walks back up the stairs. Your head is against his chest, falling back to sleep without a care in the world.

The few days after that, you and namjoon's relationship got better. And the first time since you two been snowed in, you actually went outside with him to play in the snow. It was the first in a very long time that he seen you smile. And that's all he ever wanted for you, was to smile. "So Christmas is tomorrow and we're stuck here." You pout as you flop on the couch next to him. "Is it that bad that you're stuck here with me?" Namjoon says as he looks up from his book. His glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he turns his head at you. "I'm not saying that it's bad that I'm with you, I'm just saying that it's bad that we're stuck here and not at home. Don't you miss your bed? I miss my bed." You still pout and it's hard for Namjoon to not smile at you.

"Technically speaking you haven't even been in your bed, you been in mines. And yes, I do I miss home, but with you? I can make a home out of anything petal." Normally his flirting wouldn't make you feel all hot, and your cheeks burn. But it did, in fact the water you were drinking made you choke after hearing those words leave his mouth. Who was he to tell you that? And why did his words have such an affect on you? And what made matters worse, is that Namjoon knew how to use his words for use- he's smart like that. And his words made your cunt throb. Yeah maybe you do need to get laid.

"Shut up." Is all you could say, Namjoon lets out a deep chuckle. his dimples on full display as he continues to look at the book he was reading. "Aw, did I make you shy?" He questions as he grabs a sticky note from the coffee table and puts it in between the part he was reading and shuts the book. "No."

"No?" He questions again as he looks at you. He notices that you quickly look away, a small smile forming on your lips that makes him want to laugh. "Okay maybe. But who just says that?"

"Say what?"

"That- are you trying to trick me right now?" Namjoon sees you tilt your head. "No, I'm being serious." He laughs and shakes his head. "Use your big girl words." Fuck, did your pussy get wetter? "Do you mean it? That you can make a home out of anything if I'm by your side?" You see Namjoon nod his head and smile. He shoots closer, and you feel like your heart is beating out of your chest. "Yeah, I mean it petal." He stares in your eyes, his dragon shaped eyes staring back at you. "Can I kiss you?"

What?

Your eyes widen as you hear your own words leave your mouth. And it doesn't make it better when Namjoon blinks, his eyes widen just like yours. "Kiss me?" He switches from English to Korean so fast that it makes you nervous. "I mean- sure?" It was a question, and that made you more nervous than before. "We don't have to-" you're cut off when you feel his plumped lips on yours. You could taste his strawberry chapstick, and a groans leaves your lips when he pulls you closer. His lips moves against yours, it was like his lips were meant for yours. Namjoon feels your hands grip his shirt, his own hands moving from the back of your neck to your waist, squeezing the fat just a bit. You don't know when you two pull away, but he looks at you, a small smile forms on his lips as he grins at you. "I'm so glad I wanted to do this." And you don't comment on it, as you pulls his face to yours to kiss you again.

Everything happened so fast, at first you two were just kissing, but then you crawled in his lap, and then you started grinding on him, and the next thing he knows is that he's on top of you, rubbing his dick against your wet folds. He's mesmerized. His dragon like eyes glued on your cunt, the way it feels so warm against him. And the sounds it makes, the sounds you make, his brain is spinning. And what makes matters worse is that he thinks your pussy is so pretty, he actually mumbles it when he first seen it. And that made you feel all warm inside. "Joon? Please? Can you fuck me please?" He hears you say, a whine leaves your throat when he groans, a fat glob of spit lands on your cunt and Namjoon rubs his dick again against you for good measure before he slides into you.

It's uncomfortable at first, since he didn't prep you and he's so big. You felt like he would split you in half, thick and big, and you should have known the stretch would burn. You feel him stop at first, your eyes fluttering close. "Do you want me to stop baby?" God the pet name. You let out a low hum opening your eyes just a bit. "No, you can keep going." He nods, and continues to slide in. When he bottoms out you feel namjoon big hand bring your legs up against your chest before he moves his hips. The couch was smaller than him, and he really tried his best not to hurt you. The last thing he wanted for yalls first time was to hurt you and for you to never let him touch you again.

Once he got the rhythm just right, a loud moan is heard from your lips. Your hand grips his arm to sturdy yourself and you feel namjoon go deeper if that was possible and his hand presses down the bottom of your stomach. "Fuck you're so tight petal." He grunts, and you're so fucked out that you don't even notice Namjoon slowing down his movements. A whine leaves your lips, and Namjoon looks down at you, he leans down to pull you in a kiss, taking your breath away before he slams his hips against yours. "S-Sorry, I thought I seen someone outside." Oh, that's right, Namjoon left the curtains wide open when he came down after he left his room in the morning. Usually it would turn you off to know someone could see you getting dicked down by your best friend but for some reason the thought of someone seeing you like this, so fucked out of your mind, being your best friend flush light, his little sex toy, that it made you even more wetter then before. "Shit- baby did you get tighter?" Namjoon lets your legs go for a moment, you feel his thumb rub against your puffy clit and your eyes roll back.

"There you go, go ahead and cream on my cock baby, that's it good fucking girl." You don't know when your orgasm hit, but you felt like you were floating. A white ring of your cum coats his dick as he goes harder, he could feel his orgasm in the bottom of his stomach. You bring namjoon's free hand to your throat, and he tilts his head for a moment. When it finally clicks, he nods and squeezes your throat and you moan. "F-Fuck baby I'm going to cum, where you want it?" In you. Is the first thought that comes to your mind. The thought of Namjoon hot seed filling you up makes your brain shut down in the best way. "In me, please baby? I want your babies, don't you want to mark me as yours? I'll be yours forever."

Fuck, Namjoon wanted that. He lets go of your throat and goes faster, with a few thrust later Namjoon cums inside you and a moan leaves his throat. After riding out his high he pulls out slowly, and he goes to kiss you again.

After you two finish cleaning up and showering you end up laying down in his bed. Your head on his chest as he rubs circles against your back. "What now?" He hears you say against him. Namjoon doesn't say anything at first, afraid of saying the wrong thing. "You..I mean do you like me?" He ask, and it makes you think. Do you like him? I mean the signs were there. You hated him when he kissed May that night, you actually hated any female he ended up dating because it wasn't you. So do you like him?

"Yeah.. do you like me?"

"I thought it was obvious." He snorts and you look up at him. "The fuck do you mean you thought it was obvious? I ain't know shit Namjoon." He bites the bottom of his lip, a laugh threatening to leave his lips. "Pay attention more?" He says and you hit his chest playfully. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He laughs. "Yes petal, I like you, I like you a lot actually. Why you think I turn down May every chance I get?" Well, you always thought it was because he was playing hard to get, or just being a dick. "Because you're a dick, why else?"

"Don't piss me off." He mumbles and rolls his eyes and it makes you giggle just a bit. "Well if that's the case, I like you too." You smile and peck his lips before laying back down. "Well that was easy enough." You hear him mumble and it makes you laugh. "Yeah, yeah."

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day 381/547 until joon returns

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dumpywrites · 7 months ago

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Nomenclature - Kim Taehyung / V

Prompt: “Tell me your name.” “No.”

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, strangers to lovers, simp! Taehyung, christmas cliche, some mentions of Yeontan passing (RIP Yeontan 🪽)

Pairing: Taehyung x she/her reader

Word count: 5.3k

a/n: I was again inspired by their song, winter ahead's music video is just truly beautiful :') Happy holidays everyone!

“Tell me your name.”

“No.”

“But, why???”

You rolled your eyes, simply walked past the guy who had been pestering you for weeks now.

Allegedly, his name was Kim Taehyung. Ever since he moved to the town and bumped into you that one time at an art exhibition, this was all he ever did. You found out he was a sculptor, and that a few of his pieces were in fact shown that time. No one was supposed to know about this information because he was using an alias called “Vante”, but your friend Namjoon who was the art curator was a bit nosey. That was also probably how this Taehyung guy found out about your workplace.

To be quite honest, you didn’t know why someone like him would want to move in a small town. He had looks, money, and supposedly fame too. He looked more like a Los Angeles or Paris kind of person. With those wavy black hair, perfect sculpted by the gods face, you would assume he was a model. But instead here he was, disturbing your cleanup duty.

“Namjoon said that you’re the same age as me.”

“Namjoon needs to shut the fuck up sometimes.”

“Wow, easy.” He chuckled, slumping down on the table. “I never ask him for your name though. I want to achieve it myself!”

You looked around your donut shop and sighed. You still needed to clean the tables and it was already half an hour past closing time.

“I’ll help.” He stood up with a boxy grin, pointing his finger up.

“You can help me by going home.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come on… I have no friends here.” He whined.

“Namjoon is your friend, no?”

“He’s barely in town.”

“I’m sure you can make friends elsewhere.” You said as you wiped the counter.

He hummed, puffing his cheeks. “Why don’t you hire me? I can work part time. I’m mostly free! It seems like a lot of work just by yourself here…”

“It’s only busy on holidays, usually I can manage it very well. And I do have a staff with me, he’s just currently not here since his dad is sick.”

He chewed the inner part of his cheeks, seemingly in thoughts again. He didn’t say anything but you saw him started cleaning the mess from the tables and throwing them to the trash.

“So, how long have you been running this place?”

“It’ll be two full years this December.” You said, your voice slowly going far as you moved to the kitchen.

The man quickly followed you, clearly still wanted the conversation to keep going. You didn’t even bother to tell him away at this point. Maybe the company wasn’t so bad.

“That’s cool.” He nodded, looking around the kitchen. “Have you always loved baking?”

“What is this, an interview?” You glared.

“Maybe?” He giggled.

“As a kid I used to want to study fashion and tailoring, but money was tight and I ended up just going for a normal and boring degree which is, accountancy.”

He voiced an “ah” and nodded. “If you have the chance, would you still do it? Pursuing fashion and all…”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, hands full with the dishes. “The shop needs me. She doesn’t have anyone else.”

“She?” He looked at you in amuse.

“Yeah, it’s a she.” You held down a chuckle.

He quietly helped you dry the plates and put them on the rack.

Finally finished with the chores, you turned off the lights and grabbed your jacket. As you moved to the door, the man just followed you around like a puppy.

“See ya, Taehyung.” You waved blankly and turned away, walking to the opposite direction.

“Wait!” He called, making you stop in tracks. “Do you want me to drive you home?”

“My home is just a ten minute walk.”

“Then I’ll walk you!” He smiled happily.

“I’m not giving away my address to you.” You folded your arms.

“Uh… text me when you get back home then?”

“I do not have your number.”

“That’s why we need to change that now.”

“It’s fine.” You turned your back again, the disappointed expression in his face went unseen to you. “Thank you for the offer though.”

He sighed with a smile, but waved his goodbyes to you anyway. There was always a next day, he thought.

You didn’t see him again until the next three days. This time he dropped by for a coffee, that you had recently noticed was bought for the sake of buying something, and a chocolate donut along with it. It seemed like this time instead of bugging you, he just sat there, sketching on his small sketch book, looking like he was shooting an advertisement for your cafe.

He never greeted you nor had he said anything to you and he had been sitting there for four hours now. Your staff had offered to talk to him, but it just did not feel right to disturb him while looked so passionate. The shop wasn’t too busy at the moment anyway.

“You sure he’s not a creep?” Jungkook, your staff said to you in a whisper.

“Can’t exactly say he’s not one, but he’s harmless.” You told him.

“He hasn’t touched his coffee.”

“I don’t think he even likes coffee.”

“Then why even order one?! What a weirdo…” Jungkook looked at the guy with side eye.

You heard the entrance door opened and saw a costumer. “Kook, handle the register for me, I’ll talk to the guy.”

Jungkook nodded and you went inside the kitchen. Grabbing an empty cup, you filled it with water before heading to the man sitting prettily at the corner.

Taehyung was quick to put down his pencil and book as soon as he saw you placing down a glass of water. “Oh, hello!” He gave you a warm smile.

“You need to drink something.” You told him, pointing at the water with your eyes.

“Thanks, I already have the coffee though…”

“You haven’t even taken a single sip from it, Taehyung.” You folded your arms, leaning slightly at the table. “Why order one when you don’t like it?”

His eyes beamed. “You noticed???”

“You’ve been here for hours and the cup’s still full.”

“Sorry,” He chuckled and then took a full sip from the glass of water. “I wanted to look cool.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t like coffee either. Not by choice cause I have acid reflux.” You told him.

“We’re bonding already, I see… miss, uh…?” He eyed you.

“Nice try.” You turned, walking away from him. You hoped he didn’t see the corners of your lips curled up ever so slightly.

In the next few days he continued to visit your cafe to seemingly work on his sketch, but he did not get any coffee anymore. Instead, he now ordered some lemon tea alongside the chocolate donut.

Usually, your shop would be closed on Sundays. You needed some time for yourself in order to prioritize your mental and physical health. But with the Christmas and New Year just around the corner, the place had been extra busy so you decided to open half day on Sundays just until the holiday season was over.

That was why Taehyung looked so excited when he walked past the cafe and saw the lights on.

“Welcome to Adore, what— oh.” You dropped your greetings as soon as your eyes met.

“You’re open on Sundays now?”

“Only during the holidays.” You simply said. “What can I get you?”

“Cherry jam filled donut?” He asked, pointing at the glass display.

“Yup. It’s a holiday special.”

“Interesting.” He hummed. “I’ll get one.”

“Alright. Anything else?”

“Nope. Please do print the bill with the cashier name on it this time…”

“You’re never gonna give it up, huh?”

“You’re so dramatic. We’re basically friends at this point, why can’t I have your name?” He chuckled.

You shook your head in disbelief. “If there’s nothing else, that would be two—“

“Boba-eyed boy isn’t here today?” He asked while looking around.

“Jungkook’s shift doesn’t include Sundays.” You sighed. “Can we please proceed? There’s a line behind you.”

“Right, sorry…” He grinned awkwardly and paid the order. He waved you goodbye in a goofy way before exiting through the door.

A lady who was a returning costumer was next in line. She smiled at you and spoke, “I’ve never seen him around before.”

“He just moved here around a month or so.” You told her. “What can I get you today?”

“Oh, the usual would be great, darling.” She smiled and you quickly typed matcha latte into the order. “I’d like the holiday hamper too, they look adorable.”

You immediately went to get the donut set. “I know, right?” You smiled at her.

You quickly typed and tally her order. After she was done with the payment, she spoke up again. “That boy seems nice… and seems into you.” She snickered.

“Please don’t mind him.” You smiled at her and sighed. “He just has a lot of time in his hands.”

“Don’t be so negative, sweetheart. It’s almost Christmas.”

She smiled before waving you goodbye, as you did the same to her.

After the half day, you decided to spend your free time at the mall, window shopping and some actual light shopping too since you were looking for small gifts to give to your friends. On the way home, you were surprised to see Taehyung in front of your shop. He was tiptoeing in cold, hands in his pocket, trying to take a peek inside the closed store.

“You’re here!” He waved cheerfully. “I didn’t know you closed early?”

“I only open until three on Sundays.” You said, feeling a little nervous seeing him outside work. “Did you wait for me…?”

“I want to give you this!” He quickly handed you a piece of paper, what appeared to be a ticket. “There’s a small art pop up at the town park next week. I have some of my works there and I was wondering if you want to come and see them with me?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You looked at the ticket and at him back and forth. A small art exhibition wouldn’t hurt anybody. The lady’s words somehow flashed through your mind. Maybe you needed to loosen it up a bit with the negativity.

“It won’t clash with your work! It’s on Sun—“

“Sure.”

“Aww, man… I was hoping— wait, did you just say yes???” He widened his eyes at you. It was funny how he was already expecting you to reject him.

“I mean, I’ll probably go either way so…” You shrugged. “I’m surprised Namjoon hasn’t told me anything about it.”

“I told him not to.” He smirked.

“Well, that explains it.” You broke into a small smile.

“Wow.” He gasped. “I just made you smile.”

Your expression dropped when you realized. “You’re crazy.”

He giggled, appeared to be very happy with himself. “Wanna take a stroll?”

Both of you ended up sitting down on a random bench across the river. The cold winter air was making you shiver and Taehyung being Taehyung, he quickly removed his coat and draped it across both of you. So now you were sitting shoulder to shoulder, under the moonlight.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, the cherry donut tasted great! You should keep it on the menu.” He showed you his thumbs up.

“Really? I wasn’t so sure with the jam since I made them from scratch…” You thought. “It’s not overly sweet? I was worried the powdered sugar would be too much.”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Why?” He turned to look at you with a mischievous grin. “You don’t trust my opinion?”

“N-No! I’m just making sure…” You looked away.

Never knew looking at him in such close range would be this… nerve wracking. You never noticed his beautiful lashes, nor how unique his eyes were, one eye with monolid and the other had double.

You cleared your throat, backing away slightly. You wondered why it suddenly felt hot even though you were out in the cold winter weather.

“Is there a reason why I can’t know your name?” He suddenly asked.

You looked around, fidgeting the hem of your sweater. “You’re too positive, too eager… It scares me.”

You were smiling, but Taehyung didn’t like the way your expression looked. The smile looked like it was laced with sadness behind it.

“What made you decide to move here?” You asked, changing the topic suddenly.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but chose not to. “I can’t stand the big city. Always thought I was born to live that life, but turns out I hate the crowd.”

“Did you not have your alias before?”

“I used to star in movies.”

“Damn, didn’t know you’re THAT famous.” You pouted your lips, impressed.

“I’m no Ryan Gosling or anything, my thing was only on small movies or series.” He chuckled.

“Wait, so you quit just like that???”

“My company kept pushing me on projects that don’t represent me. I was so fed up of putting on a facade in front of everyone, including behind cameras when meeting people in parties and whatnot…” He sighed. “And with my dog passing away recently, I thought a fresh start might be good for me. Cutting off all the toxic branches, you know?”

“I’m so sorry for your loss…” You couldn’t help but to feel sad hearing his story.

“It’s okay. He’s been sick for so long, so he’s happier now somewhere.” He smiled. “Do you wanna see his pictures?”

You widened your eyes in surprise. “I can?”

“Sure. Just a sec…”

He took out his phone and showed you a few photos from a dedicated album. Your heart melted upon seeing the images of the adorable Pomeranian. There was a few photos showing the dog wearing costumes, some he took with his friends, and even some selfies of him with the late dog.

“His name was Yeontan.” He said, fingers still scrolling through the phone, letting you see more pictures.

“I’m sure he was a good boy…” You gave him a smile.

“The best.” He smiled back, almost teary eyed.

Maybe it was the festivities around you, making your heart softened, but you finally agreed to him walking you back home. It was almost awkward to say goodbye as deep down you wanted to hug him. Not only as a farewell, but you wanted to comfort him after hearing his story. You were fighting with your inner morals and self respect, then ended up with a simple fist bump. To be fair, that was more you coded anyway.

He was very sweet, waiting in front of your house, making sure you entered the door before leaving. You had to shoo him away through the window to make him leave. The sound of his laughter as he waved at you, sounded like a soft Christmas song.

You did not get to see him until the day before the exhibition. You and Jungkook were busy cleaning up the place, and you could hear your staff’s growl when the sound of the door bell could be heard, thinking it was a costumer coming on closing time.

“Oh, it’s the creep.”

“Hello, boba boy.” Taehyung greeted playfully at the guy.

“I do not like this guy.” Jungkook pointed to him and looked at you.

You gave Tae a small smile before patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “I don’t either.” You chuckled.

“Oh, yeah sure!” The younger guy protested, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll be done in ten minutes.” You looked at the guy who was waiting next to the door.

“Take your time.” He smiled at you, but earned another glare from the staff boy.

After you were done and Jungkook went home, subsequent to giving the waiting man a few death stares. You heard Taehyung huffing and puffing, hands inside his pocket, while you were locking your entrance door.

“What do you wanna talk about?” You asked him.

“The exhibition is tomorrow…”

“I know.” You giggled. “And?”

“Hey, I don’t have your phone number to just text this thing, okay?” He said in defense, making you laugh. “I have something to give you though…”

“Oh? You don’t have to!”

You backed away one step from him but that did not stop him from taking out something from his pants pocket. He took out a small maroon colored jewelry box, and your heart was racing out because, to random people this might look like he wanted to propose to you.

He opened the box and showed it to you. A beautiful silver-plated Vivienne Westwood necklace was inside of it, you could notice it right away with the iconic Saturn orb.

“Taehyung, I can’t accept this! I don’t even have anything to give you…”

“I just think it’d look great with formal looks, for the exhibition and all…” He looked away shyly. “Just take it, please.”

Your hands were slightly trembling as you reached out for the box. “Thank you. It’s really beautiful.”

“Uh huh.” He grinned, rocking back and forth playfully. “So uh… can I finally have your phone number? I kinda need to know when to pick you up…” He looked at you with hopeful looks.

“Sure.” You chuckled.

“Yes!” He threw his fist up, before quickly recollecting himself and cleared his throat. “Uh, here…” He handed you his phone.

As you typed your number in, he suddenly stopped you.

“Don’t type your name in!”

You looked at him with crooked head, wondering if he had lost his mind. The fact you were about to do it too.

“Just tell me tomorrow, if you want to.” He grinned.

“Okay…?” You chuckled and handed him back the phone. “What’s this all about?”

“Where’s the fun if I tell you.” You could see his cheeks turning a rosy color despite the low light.

“Suspicious.” You eyed him, couldn’t help a smile. “But I’m intrigued.”

He flashed you his usual boxy grin, hands inside the pocket as he blew a cold smoke. “I’ll take you home?”

You might not realized it, but Taehyung had slowly but surely began to tear down the barrier you built one by one. Whether it was the constant affection, random jokes, or the small details that he would always noticed, whatever it was, his presence made you felt safe.

Came next day, you had texted Taehyung when to pick you up at your home after work. The struggle and anxiety of choosing the right outfit really joined late. The whole day you thought you had figured it out, but when you finished putting it all together, you started overthinking. Does Taehyung like woman in skirts? Does he prefer woman with hair up or down? Would it be too much if you wear a little bit of makeup?

The choices landed on a simple black mini dress with a white shirt under it. It was the most formal-but-not-try-hard-but-also-still-cute kinda outfit you had. Your red plaid patterned pumps matched the whole theme of the Vivienne necklace that was gifted to you days prior.

As you take a look at your reflection in the mirror, your phone rang. Expecting it to be Taehyung, you looked up the caller name revealing your friend Namjoon instead.

“Hello?”

“You’re coming to the exhibition, right?”

“I am. Why?”

“Tae’s picking you up?”

“Yeah, I think he’ll be here in fifteen.”

“I’m assuming things are well between you and him?” There was a hint of sneaky teasing in his tone of voice.

“Didn’t know you were trying to make something happen between us.” You said as you looked at the mirror, applying lipgloss.

“Wasn’t suppose to, I don’t think that was his initial intention either.” The guy chuckled from the other line. “But I don’t know man… I just think it’s good to see you with someone again, no? You’ve been through so much and I think Taehyung is a good person.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, we don’t even know if he’s even thinking that way.”

“Well, I know.” He emphasized. “Dude wouldn’t even make a move without my permission.”

You broke into a smile. “I didn’t know you’re that protective of me.”

“Hey, ever since what happened with that sick bastard, you had been shutting yourself down. You kept yourself busy with work, you don’t even socialize that much anymore…” He sighed. “And I know you are scared. I know you’re afraid of people that show you so much interest so fast, people who are all sunshine and happiness. But don’t you think it’s about time you try to trust again?”

“I don’t know Joon… to be honest with you, I feel safe with him. He seems like he has the purest intention, and even if he doesn’t even think about this romantically, I still want a friend like him. But…” You paused. “That’s why it’s even scarier. He’s broken all the walls I’ve built. If he hurt me, I’ll be back to ground zero again.”

“It’s always worth the risk.” Your friend said sternly, assuring you. “And don’t worry, I’ll personally punch him in his goddamn top five most handsome men face if he ever tries to hurt you.”

You laughed. “Thank you, Joon.”

“Go get dolled up. I want jaws on the floor when you arrive.”

“That’s not gonna happen, but whatever.” You laughed again. “See ya.”

“See you, lover girl.”

You had your fair share of Christmas movies. You were also never much of a romantic person yourself, so the Christmas movies dreamy golden retriever boy coming to sweep you off your feet cliche was never your cup of tea. But never say never, people said.

The sleek back hair, the preppy white button up, the black suit. Who were you kidding, did this person steal his outfit from a movie set or something? You were sure you were getting picked up by a friend, not the prince himself.

“Hi.” He said, a bit breathless.

“Hi there.” You said bashfully. “You look great.”

“Don’t steal my line.” He laughed, pulling his collar slightly. “Oh shit, I forgot.”

“What is it?”

You saw the man quickly ran to his car and picked up something from the back seat.

Lord saves us all. He came back with a bouquet.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“It’s too much, is it?” He eyed you with a smirk.

“I like them though.” You smiled as he handed you the flowers. “Although I must admit, red rose is a bit overrated.”

“It matches your shoes though.” He pointed out.

“I guess you’re right.” You giggled. “Wait just a sec, I’ll vase them.” You came back a few minutes later after quickly finding a jar for the roses. “Ready?”

“After you.” He playfully said.

You had the opportunity to bond over music taste through the car ride. You shared your playlist and so did he. You tried your best to not sneak in looks but you caught him doing the same thing a few times, in which both of you just laughed it off.

“Wow, she’s finally out and about, folks!” Namjoon greeted you as soon as both of you were in sight.

“I do go out sometimes, you’re exaggerating.” You slapped your friend’s arm jokingly.

“Buying groceries doesn’t count.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just leave this guy.”

Taehyung laughed. “Wasn’t planning on letting him trail us anyway.”

“You guys are disgusting. I am busy too, excuse you.” Namjoon shook his head playfully. “Enjoy the show, don’t forget to see the main piece!” He eyed Taehyung, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We get it. Now shoo.” Taehyung gestured with his hand at the tall guy. Namjoon laughed once again before leaving the two of you. “Shall we?” He asked, gesturing his arm in hopes you would link yours over.

You nodded and happily obliged.

He cleared his throat as both of you start walking. “I’m supposed to be your tour guide and I rehearsed my whole opening speech, but now I’m nervous as hell with you being this close to me.”

Your cheeks flushed and you giggled. “It’s okay, let’s just both be visitors today.”

“Alright…” He breathed out. “You can ask questions if you’d like. Not everything here is mine but I know a thing or two about them too.”

Soon your eyes landed on a grayscale painting with random splashes of shapes decorating it. You let go your hand from his arm, stepping closer to the artwork, admiring it from close range. The amount of small details made up for the lack of vibrant colors, the visible brush strokes and different textures made it look very unreal to you.

“Caught your eye?”

“It must took a lot of time and effort doing all the different textures and details.”

“Yeah, it took me months. Made this while thinking about the last time I fell in love.” He smiled at you.

You were taken aback. Your eyes went down to the small signature done by the man himself. “One would’ve think being in love involves more bright colors…”

“It was more complicated than that.” He stepped closer and stood next to you, eyes on the painting as well. “There was a mix of emotions in there. Happiness, sadness, the in betweens… But all of that memories belong to my past, hence the gray palette.”

You were debating if you should ask more about the said past.

“You could ask, you know. If you’re curious…” He said, as if he could read your mind. “It’s okay, we ended on good terms. She just fell out of love. I guess I just bore her.”

“That’s awful. How could someone find you boring?”

You froze when you realized what you had just said.

The man chuckled as soon as he heard. “Thank you for the compliment.”

You turned away, blushing. “Let’s move on.” You walked ahead.

He followed your pace and walked aside you. “What about you? What’s your past like? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“I don’t really have that much experience.” You said with eyes still roaming the area. “Namjoon didn’t tell you anything?”

“He loves to gossip but he also cares about you very much, so no.”

You smiled and puffed a sigh. “It might not sound like that much of a big deal, but the last person I dated lovebombed me at the lowest point of my life. I was dealing with the loss of my grandma, moving back to this town to continue her bakery, and he came to me just like that only to leave me for another woman like I was nothing.”

“Hey, that is a big deal what are you even talking about.” He stopped and looked at you, seemingly a bit pissed too after hearing your story.

“I try not to let it get to me anymore, I guess.” You pulled the hem of his sleeves, signaling him to continue walking further. “It’s getting better now, thank you.”

“Thank you?” He eyed you.

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled.

He chose not to question it and just continue the tour with a big grin decorating his face. The two of you continued the tour before Taehyung suddenly stopped you from making a turn to the last room to see.

“Uh, before you go I need to tell you something… I want you to know that this didn’t happen on purpose.” He plastered a nervous smile.

“What are you talking about?”

“The inspiration didn’t quite reach me until the very last few days… I was supposed to sculpt a whole different thing, but I ended up with a bust.”

“Oh? Then I can’t wait to see—“

“Wait,” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “I want to let you know that I made this because it’s all that’s been occupying my mind the past few weeks and I don’t mean it in a creepy way… in case you’re offended.” He chuckled nervously again.

“Why would I get offended?” You looked at him suspiciously.

He took a deep breath and breathed out heavily. “Let’s go see it.”

Once you were inside, the first thing that caught your eye was a huge bust sculpture facing back. There was somewhat of a drip effect coming from the neck downwards, huge mess of concrete pooling at the bottom, creating the illusion of an unfinished raw work. From the looks of it, the statue seemed to be of a woman, but you couldn’t judge for sure. As you stepped closer, circling to get a better view, Taehyung quietly followed you from behind.

You began to notice the ear, the side profile and how oddly familiar looking it was. Once you finally see the full front view, it all made sense to you.

The sculpture was in fact made to look like you. It had your eyes, nose, lips, everything. It was you, with your hair up like how you would during work hours.

“T-Tae… is this…”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you with reddened cheeks. “What do you think?”

You were still in awe, speechless of seeing a literal art piece of yourself, most importantly, presented to the public eye. You weren’t sure if screaming or crying would be the appropriate way to react.

Seeing you stunned silent, Taehyung began to panic a little. “It’s creepy, isn’t it? I’m sorry…”

“No!” You quickly voiced out. “It’s just… I’m just loss of words. I can’t exactly believe what I see.”

“I can’t either.” He said, looking uneasy still. “It just happened out of nowhere. I only realized when I was already halfway done with your nose.”

“I…” You took a good look at the piece again, before continuing. “It’s really beautiful. I wasn’t even sure it’s me until I see the full view.”

“Well, that’s how you look in my eyes.” He giggled.

You blushed. Clearly you didn’t have any comeback ready in you for this.

“If you look closely, this piece doesn’t have a name yet.”

You looked down to see the name plate empty, as told. Then something just connected in your head. This cheeky smart bastard.

“Wanna name it?” He looked at you with a big contagious smile on his lips.

You nodded, mirroring the smile he had on. Instead of immediately saying your name, you stepped closer and hugged him, in which he instantly returned, resting his head on top of yours. In his embrace you looked up and finally told him your name.

The expression he had was mixture of joy and surprise. Both of you bursted into laughter in unison. For a moment, the world seemed to have stopped just for you. You even forgot the existence of other visitors wandering around. It was just you and him.

Taehyung took out something from his side pocket, a black marker, which he wiggled playfully in front of you. He looked left and right, making sure no one would notice, before he quickly wrote something on the golden plate.

“What if someone sees you?!” You whispered.

“Don’t worry, Namjoon already knows.”

He chuckled and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together as he led you through the exit. You didn’t get to see exactly what he wrote on the plate, safe to assume it was probably just your name.

Little did you know, Namjoon had reached the room, examining the new named sculpture, with the word “Love” now scribbled on top of its name plate. He couldn’t help but to be happy for his dear friends.

Thank you for reading! 🎨

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christmas warfare | ksj

You will win the neighborhood’s “Best Christmas Decorations” contest and rub it in your ex-boyfriend’s face, by any means necessary. Seokjin will win your heart back, even if it means surrendering his crown as King of Christmas Decorations.

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Exes to lovers, Christmas, small town, smut, fluff, humor, light angst

Word Count: 14,487

Content Warning: References past parental death, alcohol (everyone is drunk for like the entire fic), drunk driving (DO NOT DO THIS), drunk sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, tsundere vibes

A/N: Please enjoy some Christmas in May. Part of A Hyung Holiday Collaboration, banner credit @sailorsoons

Soundtrack: Action Figure - WayV

The only thing fun about freezing your ass off at the annual winter market is the mulled wine. You’re wearing leggings under your pants, a thermal shirt under your hoodie, and a thick parka on top of everything, yet the decorative mug of hot mulled wine in your gloved hands is what’s keeping you warm. You can feel the heat of the cup through your gloves, and the alcohol is doing a great job warming up your face and chest.

It’s been over three years since you last went to the winter market in your hometown. Standing in the middle of downtown, shivering despite the layers as some lady rams into your ankle with her kid’s stroller, reminds you why you always hated going.

“Do you think dad would like this?” Malik holds up a wooden clock. It’s hand-carved by a local artist, the intricate designs creating the image of a lush forest across the clock’s face.

Malik is your stepbrother, but you’ve loved him as though he’d always been a part of your family, despite only joining when your mother married Reggie during your sophomore year of college.

“Yeah, I think so.” You take a small sip of your wine, trying to make it last the rest of your time at the market so you don’t have to spend money on a refill. “Might inspire him to carve something like it.”

Between starting your new job and settling into your new house, buying Christmas gifts has been at the bottom of your to-do list. Quite frankly, you don’t have the time, not to mention it’s hard. What can you possibly buy that your parents can’t just get themselves? Or that they don’t already own? At least Malik is a teenage boy. You can’t go wrong buying him video games and crew socks with marijuana leaves printed on them.

He patiently waits while you slip your credit card from the little pocket on the back of your phone case. It’s funny being the adult in this relationship. You’re twenty-seven and still needed your mom to go with you to buy your house, but Malik stares at you with appreciative eyes because you’re the one with a salary to pay for all the gifts.

“So, are we gonna do it?” His round, innocent eyes narrow into slits. He’s barely got the clock tucked away in his shopping bag before he gets hyper again.

“No.”

Malik’s slitted eyes remain, this time accompanied by a pout. “But you said-”

“I lied to you.” You hold your cup above your head, and you both pretend Malik isn’t tall enough to reach it without even trying. Being the oldest, yet shortest, sibling is bullshit.

“But they’re gonna come back soon!”

“Didn’t mom say they want us to go find them?”

Text messages in the family group chat are reminders that the two of you are supposed to find your mom and Reggie inside the bookstore. It’s family-owned, like most of the shops downtown. Your hometown isn’t tiny, but it’s a somewhat secluded suburb located about an hour outside of the city. Even calling the center of your town’s “downtown” area doesn’t feel right; it’s far too small to be a true “downtown”. There are no skyscrapers or busy city streets, just local shops and a large outdoor music venue that doubles as the location for the winter market and the Christmas lights showcase when it’s too cold for concerts. It’s a stark difference from living in California for the past three years.

Malik lets out a few more huffs and juts his bottom lip out even further. He knows you’ll give in, and you do.

“Fine, you little shithead.”

You hold out your mulled wine, and he grabs it with eager fingers. Though, his squeal of glee is abruptly cut off by a scowl. You press one gloved hand to your mouth to suppress your laughter and snatch your mug from Malik with the other. His face is twisted in disgust as he follows you through the crowd of equally-bundled-up market visitors.

“I told you you’d think it’s disgusting.”

Malik grumbles at that, unwilling to admit that you were right. Instead, he adjusts his earmuffs and pouts some more.

You’re not worried about Malik’s attitude. By the time you reach the bookstore, he’s already forgotten that he’s supposed to be mad at you. No, there’s something else you should be worried about as you push open the door.

A light ring of a bell indicates that the two of you are entering the store, making the woman at the register lift her head.

“Happy Holidays!” She says with a bright smile. “If you’re here to sign up for the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest, it’s in the back, near the children’s section.”

You have no intention of competing against your neighbors to win some stupid prize for having the gaudiest decorations draped over your roof and across your front yard. On the other hand, your parents live for this type of shit. That is why you and Malik weave through the aisles of books until you’re met with a small group crowded around a long table. Sign-up sheets are already overflowing with names. It’s all the wealthy stay-at-home moms in their too-tight yoga pants and $2,000 Canada Goose parkas, sipping mulled wine and plotting how they’ll destroy their competition because they have nothing better to do with themselves while their husbands fuck their secretaries.

Well, maybe you’re being a bit dramatic, but you’ve got your fucking MFA degree, so can anyone blame you? Besides, these are the people you went to high school with. You think you know at least a little bit about what’s going on in this stupid town.

Although some things have changed in the three years you’ve been gone, most things feel normal. And some things feel normal when they shouldn’t.

“Seokjin!”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Malik betrays you. You did call him a shithead not even five minutes ago, but it still stings to watch your little brother launch himself at your ex-boyfriend. The teen’s gangly arms wrap around Seokjin in a sideways hug. The force of the hug nearly spills Seokjin’s wine, but the mug is quickly taken from his hands by none other than your mother.

It’s rather insulting, actually, seeing your parents crowded around Seokjin. Your mom is holding his mug like it’s a newborn child. The movement is quick, but you think Reggie lifts his hand from gripping Seokjin’s shoulder once he notices you’ve arrived.

Ridiculous.

“Hey, bud!” Seokjin beams down at Malik. He murmurs something to the teen before gingerly picking a few pieces of white fuzz that had nestled in his hair, making his hi-top fade look like it had snowflakes dusting it. “Were you rolling around in the fake snow?”

Malik ducks his head at Seokjin’s teasing. “Nuh-uh.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were. It looks pretty comfy, doesn’t it?”

You know you’re staring at him. You know it, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from his crinkled eyes as he looks down at Malik with an adoration that never disappeared, even once you were hundreds of miles away from here. It takes you a moment to recognize what he’s wearing wrapped around his neck. The scarf has a pattern of various shades of blue and silver snaking around each other like the swirls in marble. It’s handmade. You know this because you’re the one who knitted it. Seeing Seokjin wearing a gift you made for him nearly five Christmases ago makes the air you breathe in stall in your lungs as though you don’t remember how to exhale.

Hands that you know are soft rub Malik’s upper back in soothing circles. Seokjin is the only person you’ve seen calm Malik down. No matter how hyper or sassy the kid is, there’s something about Seokjin that neutralizes him.

It’s because he’s so sweet and gentle, you think to yourself.

You blink, and the thought is gone.

Malik finally lets go of the death grip he has on Seokjin; Reggie is the next victim, which is no surprise. With his newfound freedom, Seokjin does exactly what you don’t want him to do. He looks at you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

The utterance is breathy and soft, clearly only meant for you despite the cheerful crowd around you. It’s the first time you’ve heard him speak despite having seen him twice already since arriving. Seokjin’s eyes still crinkle, his perfectly-straight teeth shining in a smile that somehow manages to meet his eyes. He has always been kind and attentive, as though he was put on this earth to make sure life is a bit more bearable for everyone he meets.

You’ve known Seokjin since the two of you were twelve years old, and you’ve never seen him run out of that energy — not even at the end. On the other hand, no one expects that level of sweetness from you, and you’re thankful for that. It’s not because you’re a mean person, but because you’ve had a hard time establishing yourself. Being back home makes you feel like a kid again. San Diego allowed you to develop yourself as an adult separate from your family. Without that separation, it seems as though you’re regressing. It feels like someone else is standing in front of Seokjin now. You’re sure your face is devoid of emotion; the thousand-yard stare he used to tease, no matter how many times you told him the phrase was about going into battle. Right now, though, a battle doesn’t feel too far off from whatever the fuck is going on inside you. Or maybe indigestion.

Whatever it is, you tell yourself it’s not adoration.

“Y/N! Just in time for the contest sign-up.”

It’s a blessing and a curse when your mom yanks you by the wrist toward the crowded table. She doesn’t allow you to respond to Seokjin, but you’re not sure if you would have said anything anyway. The action pulls you away from staring at Seokjin’s plump lips, the feral part of your brain frantically remembering the shape his lips make when he says your name. It’s a dangerous slope you’ve clawed yourself up twice already since being back in town.

The first time was at the grocery store. Your dramatic ass swears you could have caught pneumonia from hiding in the frozen section to avoid your ex-boyfriend, but there was no way you were going to confront him with no makeup and wearing three-day-old sweatpants. You were lucky at the grocery store; he hadn’t seen you (or, at least, you don’t think he did).

The auto repair shop was another story. It’s impossible to avoid your ex when you’re both stuck in a tiny room waiting for the mechanics to finish up with your cars. You spent most of your time in the bathroom which, now that you’ve had time to think about it, was a terrible idea. Thankfully, the receptionist is an old friend of your parents. The old woman was kind enough to let you know when you could come out of the bathroom once Seokjin left. You could cry some other time over the fact that Seokjin probably thought you had some kind of gastrointestinal malfunction. Lovely, right?

“Mom, I’m not signing up for this,” you groan and try to twist your wrist out of her grasp. It’s called boundary setting. You highly recommend it.

“Oh yes, you are. This is your first year with your own home!” She screeches louder than Mariah Carey singing Christmas songs over the bookstore’s speakers. “It would be silly not to.”

“I’m pretty silly. A real hoot.” You earn a glare for that one.

You love your mom, you really do. It’s her incessant need to shape you into a miniature version of herself that you struggle with. For nearly thirty years she has been unsuccessful, but nothing has stopped that woman from trying her best. You have to give her some credit, though. She’s got determination and grit.

You tell yourself it’s your love for her that guides your hand toward the sign-up sheet. The only pen available is shaped like a candy cane, and the plastic is warm from whoever was using it before you. That realization makes you shudder. You wish you had a bucket of hand sanitizer to dive into. Where’s a mall Santa when you need one?

“See, even Yoongi signed up.” Your mother points to a signature higher up on the page.

The bastard.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You’re already reaching for your phone to send your best friend a scathing text message when an arm is slung across your shoulders.

Yoongi has his dark bangs brushed forward so they peek out from beneath the floppy Santa hat snug on his head. The hat goes well with his ugly sweater. “Merry Elfin’ Christmas!” the sparkly text on the front of the sweater demands. He doesn’t even care about Christmas, but he loves to dress up for the occasion.

“Yup, I did. And I hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked ‘cause I’m pulling out alllll the stops this year.”

The guy buys a townhouse with the tiniest front yard and he suddenly thinks he’s the Christmas King.

“Nah, not the Christmas King. That’s Seokjin hyung.”

With a grimace, you shove Yoongi’s arm off your shoulder and try not to think about the fact that you’d voiced your frustrations out loud without realizing it. “Seokjin is the Christmas King? What the fuck does that mean?”

“Y/N, can you please stop cursing so much? We’re in the children’s section, for Christ’s sake.”

Yoongi clucks his tongue while waggling a finger at your mother. “Tsk, tsk Mrs. L/N, you’re the one cursing now.”

Whatever weird shit your mother and Yoongi are going on about is none of your business, so you take a slow step backward, ready to escape. The opportunity never comes, though, because another person slips into the conversation faster than you can get away.

“Ah, the King himself,” Yoongi deepens his voice to sound more dramatic than you know he already is. For a guy who works in tech, he’s always had a larger-than-life personality. With the candy cane pen in hand, Yoongi shoves it near Seokjin’s face, the hooked part standing in as a microphone. “Tell us, Seokjin hyung, how does it feel to be the winner of the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest for three consecutive years?”

Seokjin quietly laughs at the sudden attention, but you know he’s uncomfortable by the way the tips of his ears turn bright red. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he’s quickly looking away.

“Oh, Yoongi-yah, leave me alone.” He rubs the back of his neck, but his grin never falters.

“Since when did you like decorating for Christmas?” You immediately regret how you spit out the question with venom you didn’t know you had in you. If Seokjin’s ears can get any redder, you swear they do.

“I, um—”

“Mr. Kim got super into decorating one year, and Seokjin helped him out.” Yoongi comes to Seokjin’s rescue. He nods his head at Seokjin and they share a look that makes your stomach twist.

You have another question: when did your best friend and your ex-boyfriend start sharing looks?

“Mhm,” Seokjin confirms. “After he… Um, well, I guess I’ve just kept it going.”

At the mention of Seokjin’s father, the twisting in your stomach morphs into nausea. You feel like utter shit and the silence that follows makes you feel even worse. Not only have you killed the Christmas cheer by making everyone remember the recent passing of Mr. Kim, but the reality that you’ve missed a lot in the three years you’ve been gone hits you in the gut. At one point, you’d have laughed at the ludicrous idea of there being things about Seokjin’s life that you wouldn’t know. Now? He has entire traditions, and a reputation behind them, that you aren’t even aware of. It hurts. It hurts because you’ve always been the one who knows Seokjin the best.

Of course, rather than apologize or do something comforting to fix the situation, you listen to the impulsive, angry part of you that’s still hurt.

“Well, don’t get your hopes up for a fourth year,” you say with your arms crossed against your chest. “‘Cause I’m winning this.”

Yoongi lets out a loud snort that you remind yourself to fight him for later. “You? Do you even own Christmas decorations? I thought California city life was too good for that. What did you decorate with? Palm trees instead of wreaths? Leave sunblock and sugar-free, reduced-fat cookies for Santa?”

His snickering would continue if your mom didn’t intervene.

“When we visited Y/N last Christmas, it was funny to see Santas on the beach!” Your mother’s winter wonder and innocence can never be trampled. You’re impressed, even if it’s annoying sometimes.

“I’m sure it was fun,” Seokjin agrees with her softly, but he’s still looking at you.

You want to tell yourself that you don’t feel shy under his gaze, but you can’t lie, even to yourself. So you look away before further emotions threaten to bloom in your chest.

“Y/N will have to get used to a real winter again,” your mother continues. She’s not wrong, but the comment feels like just as much of a jab as Yoongi’s. “Speaking of that! Reggie needs to check your car’s tires before the snowstorm hits. We should probably head back home.”

Yoongi and Seokjin say their goodbyes to your family, and thankfully Seokjin cuts his gaze from yours. Your mug of mulled wine is still halfway full, so you thrust it into Yoongi’s hands before following your parents and Malik into the maze of bookshelves. It’s not the worst way to run into your ex, but that knowledge doesn’t make you feel any less like shit on the car ride to your parents’ house.

Despite previously agreeing to spend the rest of the evening with them, you work on your boundary-setting and decide to go home. It might be the wrong decision, but you stick with it because your pride has already been hurt once today. Returning to an empty house (quite literally empty, since you barely have any furniture to fill it) seemed a lot more appealing before you stood in the middle of your living room, alone and in the dark. Your apartment in California had been tiny. A two-bedroom house in the suburbs feels like a castle in comparison, and you’re not sure what to do with the space. It’s not like you have anyone to share it with.

With a sigh, you toss your coat onto the couch and kick off your shoes. Your socks are slippery against the wood floors as you shuffle to the bathroom, nearly running into the wall on the way because it’s dark and you don’t know the layout like you knew the layout of your apartment. You feel like you’re having a sleepover with no one, like this is a stranger’s house. The lack of furniture and decor makes you feel like you’re merely a guest. If you’re just a guest, though, you’re not sure where home is.

Gradually, you fill the space and your mood improves without you realizing it.

The spare bedroom turns into a craft room packed with shelves whose cabinets hold color-coded yarn and knitting needles. Knitting patterns and fantasy books practically burst from the bookshelf. A loveseat with blankets piled on top sits in the corner. It’s your “reading nook” when you want alone time, and doubles as the location for your bi-weekly “stitch and bitch” — a knitting group you created to make an effort to reconnect with members of your community. It’s mostly all your old lady neighbors and a few teens who have old souls, but the bitching is good nonetheless. Any gossip is fun gossip, in your opinion. As long as it’s not about you.

Your bedroom is less chaotic, only decorated with photos of family and friends, as well as a few music posters. The wall where your desk sits is reserved for your college friends — most of them moved out of your hometown after graduation. There are a few photos of your friends from graduate school, but those two years were less about fun and more about surviving your master’s thesis. Your graduate school friends are also scattered around the world. It’s a bit sad, not to have your closest friendships nearby, but Yoongi makes up for that. He has always nurtured the parts of your soul that needed comfort when parents failed to do so. When your parents got a divorce, Yoongi was there for you — even before Seokjin.

So it’s natural that you call your best friend in a panic on a Sunday morning when you realize it’s less than a week before Christmas and the outside of your house is bare. You’ve spent all your time decorating the inside.

It’s not that you forgot about the outside; no one can shut up about the stupid contest. Your neighbors already have their decorations up. Some are simple while others are more involved. You try not to think about the “King of Christmas Decorations”, but it’s hard not to check on his progress when he lives across the street from you.

No one told you that Kim SeokSeokjin had also recently bought a house… literally across the street from the house you bought less than a month ago.

“I thought you knew!” Your mother had clucked her tongue at you to hide the smirk you knew she wanted to throw in your face. She, Reggie, and Malik helped you move into the one-story house nestled in the quietest suburb just outside the city limits. You want to be offended, but there’s a tiny part of you that’s curious. About what? You’re not quite sure.

Yoongi was right that evening at the bookstore; you don’t own any Christmas decorations. That doesn’t stop you, though. Your town is small, but there are plenty of stores around to get everything you need.

When Yoongi arrives at your house, you have boxes and shopping bags full of decorations scattered around your kitchen and living room. It was hard to decide if you wanted to go cute or gaudy because you didn’t know the preference of the judges. Did they want something creative? Or something that truly screamed Christmas? Using your neighbors as references was impossible. The varying aesthetics were too chaotic to find a pattern in. And you couldn’t just copy Mr. King of Christmas.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little bit unreasonable?”

“Unreasonable, Yoongi? Unreasonable? You think I’m being unreasonable?” You watch your friend lean back in his chair with his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the kitchen table.

“I just meant—”

“What else do you think?” You shake the string of multicolored Christmas lights in your fists. The twisted wiring had taken you nearly twenty minutes to untangle. “That I’m being hysterical? Is my uterus floating around in my fucking body, Min Yoongi?!”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow and he lets the front legs of his chair slam back onto the kitchen tile. The thud echoes against the bare kitchen walls and down the empty hallway.

“That’s not fair, and you know it.”

Your best friend is probably the most caring person you’ve ever met in your life, but he sure knows how to strike fear into your heart. It’s that deep voice, you figure. The finality of his tone leaves little room for argument, so you choose to hang your head in shame instead.

He’s right; it wasn’t fair for you to yell at him. You both know your frustrations are misplaced. And maybe, maybe, you are being a little bit unreasonable.

Not that it’s your fault.

Buying a new house was the next on the list of adult milestones you were meant to accomplish before you hit thirty, according to your mother. You tried to tell her that being thirty in the 90s was very different than now, but her expectations never shifted. Thus, neither had yours. It all worked out fine, though; the path was practically laid out for you from birth. Graduate from high school, then college, then graduate school to get your MFA (that one put a slight wrinkle in your mother’s plans, but she couldn’t deny that the job you scored as a lead editor for a well-known fashion magazine wasn’t impressive). In the midst of all that, buy a new car. Get a dog (Muffin, the two-year-old corgi).

Albeit, those milestones were manageable. You’d always loved school, so the degrees were a given. Cars were a necessity in your town; the public transportation was so shitty it was nearly nonexistent. And who didn’t want to get a pet?

But now it’s time for The Big Three, the ones you dread the most.

Get married.

Buy a house.

Have a kid.

The Big Three are the most important milestones after getting a degree and are meant to be completed in that order. One, two, three. The end. No questions asked, no negotiation. Your mother has spent her entire adult life on this, setting you up for success. No millennial nonsense! No avocado toast instead of a house! No pets and succulents instead of human babies!

And, to be perfectly honest, you’d been okay with that. At least, for a little while. The Big Three didn’t seem too scary or unrealistic for a little bit because you had someone you planned to share those future milestones with.

Keyword: had.

Now that person is standing on a metal ladder propped against his house to give him the additional height he needs to string up the most beautiful Christmas lights you’ve ever seen. Even with the bulky winter coat, you can see how broad and lean his back is, shoulders shifting beneath the material when he lifts his arm to secure the string of lights. You can’t see his face, but you know his cute button nose is probably bright red, just like his plump lips probably are from the strawberry chapstick he always wears when it gets windy and cold.

And here you are clutching your less-impressive Christmas lights in your fists in a house you were supposed to have bought after getting married to him.

“What’s winning the contest going to do for you?” Yoongi’s previously strict tone softens as he reaches over to cover your hand with his much larger one. “If you want to talk to Seokjin hyung, just walk over there and talk to him. He’s quite literally a stone’s throw away.”

“I have nothing to say to him.” You jut out your chin, and Yoongi is all too familiar with the unhinged look of defiance in your eyes. “I’m going to win the damn contest because I win at everything, not because of him or anything that has to do with him, thank you very much.”

The dark-haired man lets out a long, overly-dramatic sigh. You both know you’re in denial, but Yoongi has learned that he needs to let you crash and burn so you can learn life lessons the hard way.

“Fine.”

“Great! Now help me put up these stupid fucking lights.”

As was true for his entire life, Yoongi swallows any further protests and does whatever you want him to do because he loves you. He’s the older brother you never had and you are not above taking advantage of the soft spot he has for you. It’s all for good! But still.

“What are your decoration plans?” You stomp into your snow boots while Yoongi wrestles his hand into a glove that is entirely too small for him.

“Can’t tell you.”

“Are you for real?”

“The realest.”

With a huff, you fling the front door open. If Yoongi wants to be difficult, he can shove his freakishly large man hands into those little gloves all day without getting any help from you. You’ve got lights to put up.

The snow is fresh; it’s the only time you’re somewhat willing to put up with it. There’s something about the crunch of undisturbed snow beneath your feet that makes you feel all tingly inside. Perhaps it’s because the rest of the world is muted. The sky and ground meet with their color drained out of them, turning into an expanse of white only interrupted by the reddish-brown bricks of houses peeking out of the snow.

And the reddish-brown color of a certain neighbor’s jacket that you fail to see makes his way across the street.

You’re laying out the multi-colored lights on the bushes lining your front yard when you hear the crunch. You know it’s not Yoongi because the poor guy is still inside struggling with his gloves.

“Good morning.” Seokjin clears his throat. It must be the first time he’s spoken to someone today because his voice comes out gruff and strained. It’s his old man voice, you used to joke.

You clutch the lights in your gloved hands to have something to hold onto as you turn to face him. You were right — his cute little nose is bright red and his lips shine with chapstick. You wonder if it’s the same chapstick he’s always used. All it would take is a kiss to find out.

Banishing that thought is harder than you expect.

“Good morning.” You sound more confident than you are.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to join in on the contest after all,” he says with a small smile that makes you melt despite the cold. What are you, Frosty the Snowman?

If only he wasn’t so nice. It would make this so much easier.

“I’ve been busy.”

Seokjin hums at that, a small nod of his head. You’re both probably recalling how Seokjin spent college making sure you ate in between study sessions and slept enough to feel rested for exams. You couldn’t have survived college without him, even though the school the two of you attended was in the city — only an hour away from home.

“Editorial work, right?” The question may seem like meaningless small talk, but Seokjin’s leaning forward with an eagerness you’re shocked by. You shouldn’t be, though. Everything about your ex-boyfriend has always been genuine.

“Mhm, a fashion magazine.” You look down at your baggy, dingy gray sweatpants shoved into your dirty snow boots. “Makes a lot of sense, right?” You say with a small laugh.

Seokjin joins in, those pretty eyes crinkling once again. “If I remember correctly, you certainly had an eye for a good outfit when you forced me to go to those fraternity parties.”

“Ughh, don’t remind me of that,” you groan. Memories of little black dresses that barely covered your ass and see-through tops flash before your mind’s eye. You hardly know who that person was.

His comment also drudges up memories of your bodies sweaty and pressed against each other as the two of you danced to the trashy music college kids play at house parties. You remember the way Seokjin’s hands cradled your waist, how strong and big he felt when you leaned your head back against his chest so he could bend down to kiss you while you continued to grind into his crotch.

Fuck, you’re going to lose your goddamn mind if this man doesn’t stay away from you.

“You looked really good,” he compliments, and you assume it’s to make you feel more confident in your new job. But then he continues, “You still do.”

You don’t know what to say to that, but your mouth usually makes decisions before your brain can. “So do you.”

Seokjin seems shocked even though he was the one to lead the route this conversation is taking. You’re not lying, though. Seokjin looks different, but not by much. He looks bigger now. He’s more filled out as he grew into his adult body. It makes sense. The last time you had a real conversation with him was when the two of you broke up halfway into your first year of graduate school.

It was mutual, supposedly. You wanted to stay in California; he wanted to stay home to be with his father. Long distance wasn’t working, so you offered to take a break. You thought he’d fight for you, but he’d simply… agreed.

“Okay.”

Your relationship must not have meant much if he could agree to end it with one word.

Later, Yoongi would point out that you were the one to initiate the end of the relationship. You probably confused Seokjin, Yoongi insisted. But you can’t get over the fact that you weren’t worth fighting for.

You and Seokjin stare at each other in the silence of the winter wonderland surrounding you. He looks so cozy and warm, buddled up much better than you are. You got rid of all your winter clothes when you decided to stay in California after you graduated from your master’s program. You’d genuinely believed you would never move back to your hometown.

And here you are, after accepting a job with better pay and the opportunity to spend time with Malik before he goes off on his own, too.

Standing in front of Seokjin with rosy cheeks and a look that feels familiar, a lot like affection and… maybe something else, painting his face. You’re tired of trying to figure out how you fit in this community again without regressing. And how Seokjin is meant to fit in, too.

Without thinking, you reach out to touch the edge of his scarf. The yarn is warm from his body heat, but you can’t feel it through your gloves.

“You kept it?” You don’t want to ever admit that you locked away everything that reminded you of Seokjin. You couldn’t get rid of any of it, but you couldn’t bear to look at photos or wear the jewelry he bought you.

“Of course.” He reaches up to catch your wrist before you pull away. “You made it for me to wear, didn’t you?” You swear you can see the sparkle of the morning sun shining on the snow in his eyes.

You wish the two of you weren’t wearing gloves.

“I couldn’t find the ladder, but I found this step stool that we could probably— Oh, hey hyung.” Yoongi stops a few feet away from you with a stool in hand. You can see his eyes lock onto Seokjin’s hand wrapped around your wrist, but neither of you pulls away.

“I was, um, just checking on Y/N’s progress.” Seokjin finally lets go of you and shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“Trying to cheat?” Yoongi teases, placing the step stool in front of the lone tree in your yard. You don’t think it’s going to be tall enough for him to drape the strings of lights around the lower branches, but you’ll let him figure that out on his own.

“I would never,” Seokjin scoffs. “Besides, it might be nice for someone else to take the crown.” He shoots you a wink and you feel your chest constrict.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Yoongi’s attention is on the tree now, so Seokjin turns back to you.

“I don’t want to keep you out in the cold any longer than you need to be,” he admits softly. “I’d love to find a time to catch up if you’d like.”

You’re nodding your head before you can stop yourself, and the grin that lights up Seokjin’s face makes standing in the cold feel much more bearable. He ducks his head in a silent goodbye and crosses the street. As Yoongi said, Seokjin is a stone’s throw away, but it feels like that side of the street is worlds away.

You should have known “catching up” would be a complete disaster.

As usual, your mother decides to meddle in your business without your consent. It leads to an extremely uncomfortable Christmas “party” that ends up just being your family, Yoongi, Yoongi’s boyfriend, Hoseok, and Seokjin.

You spend most of your time in the kitchen hovering near the sugar cookies Malik. You and Hoseok take turns mixing each other experimental cocktails with whatever alcohol your parents have in the fridge because you both get nervous at parties, even one thrown by people you trust. The kitchen is the safest place for introverts.

“Looks like the mad scientists got a little too enthusiastic about their experiments,” Reggie calls you and Hoseok out with a chuckle. Malik appears around him with a smirk, always looking forward to teasing you, too.

You wrap your arm around Hoseok’s waist and squeeze him close, shooting Reggie a pout.

“Hey, we’re not as bad as Yoongi,” Hoseok insists.

Yoongi is in the living room clutching a red solo cup of straight whiskey. The longer you watch him talk to Seokjin, the further left you can see Yoongi lean.

Spending a night like this, with drinks and snacks and cheer, is nothing new for your little group. Well, Hoseok is a new addition, but otherwise, there’s nothing unusual about your family and friends getting drunk together and having a good time. Your mom was always “the cool mom” (her words, not yours). She was okay with you having your friends over. Once Reggie came into the picture, your house became even more of a safe space for your college friends to hang out without feeling like your parents were going to kill the vibe.

But things are different now.

Alcohol in your system makes you more social, but you stick to Hoseok until your mother is beckoning you toward the record player halfway through the night.

“Do you know how to fix this?” The record is skipping. You don’t mind Nat King Cole, but he’s not great when his music is stunted like this.

“Mom, you know I don’t have any idea how this works.”

You’re drunk and whiny; it’s nothing she shouldn’t expect. You wish you knew what was going on because suddenly Seokjin is flanking your right. The first thing you notice is that he’s very sober. For some reason, it bothers you.

“Oh, Seokjin, sweetie.” Why is your mom calling Seokjin sweetie? “You have a record player. Please, can you fiddle around with this?”

Seokjin is obediently nodding his head because your mother has always adored him. She likes him more than you; you’ve always been convinced of that. But you have little time to think about it when your mother starts to walk away. Right before she’s out of earshot, she stops in her tracks to look at you over her shoulder.

“Oh, would you look at that?”

You follow her gaze to see something red and green hanging from the ceiling. It takes you a while to figure out what it is because you’re more curious about how your mother managed to get something to hang from the ceiling. Your thoughts are disrupted by Seokjin clearing his throat.

“Do you think your mother is trying to tell us something?” he muses.

And then it hits you.

“Oh fuck, that’s mistletoe.”

Seokjin full-on laughs this time, but you’re mortified because you think you might do it. You really might lean in just a little bit further, stand just a bit taller on your tiptoes, and part your lips with a swipe of your tongue…

“Y/N…”

The raspiness of Seokjin’s voice makes you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they were even closed, but you also hadn’t realized you were posed to kiss Seokjin under the mistletoe, just as you’d imagined. Your brain was thinking, but your body was acting without you knowing. What is wrong with you?

You jump back as though Seokjin is a live wire you’ve managed to zap yourself with. Without a word, you turn on your heel and frantically search the room for the one person who can save you from trying to drunkenly kiss your ex-boyfriend.

“Yoongi, you need to take me home,” you slur into his ear. You’re both clutching each other like Jack and Rose debating death.

“I’m drunk,” he says plainly.

“Yoongi, Yoongs, the precious love of my life, soulmate, please.” By this point, you’re about to lose your mind because you catch Seokjin’s eye. He’s standing frozen in place at the record player and you want to die. “I just tried to kiss Seokjin, I need to get out of here.”

Now it’s time for Yoongi’s eyes to bug out of his head. He’s lucky Hoseok is swept up in a game of dominos with Malik so he can slip out the front door without hearing his boyfriend flip out on him for agreeing to do something very irresponsible and dangerous.

“I really don’t feel comfortable doing this,” Yoongi grumbles as he inserts his key into the ignition. The pickup truck sputters, so he has to restart it a few times before the engine fully rumbles to life.

It’s a terrible idea, but you tell yourself home is only a few miles away. What can happen in a few miles? The answer is a lot, but common sense slipped out the door after your fourth glass of wine.

“You’re fine, Yoongs! You’re the safest driver I know.” You want to think you sound convincing, but the few hiccups that disrupted your otherwise smooth sentence make a facade of sobriety a bit hard to swing. “If we get pulled over I’ll just show the cops my tits.”

“Jackson is not going to appreciate that.”

Jackson, the preacher’s kid who grew up to be a cop. It’s hard to bribe the cops when everyone knows everyone in this stupid town. But that also means you know that Jackson saw his fair share of tits when the two of you were in college, preacher’s kid or not.

Yoongi crosses his arms over the steering wheel and leans forward. It takes him backing out of the driveway and nearly hitting the old lady who owns the bookstore and her dog before you both realize he’s forgotten to turn on the headlights.

You hope he’s wearing his contacts.

The air inside the truck is hot and stuffy and reeks of whiskey. As you rush to leave the party, Yoongi accidentally brings his red solo cup with him. It’s nestled between your thighs because there’s already a water bottle and a stack of empty Starbucks coffee cups in the middle console cup holder. It’s so painfully bisexual of him. The smart thing would have been to dump the whiskey out, but neither of you is very smart.

“You need to clean out your car. This is so gross.” You’re pretty positive you’re sitting on something sticky, but you don’t want to investigate for fear of freaking yourself out. “Aren’t you rich? Why do you live like this?”

“Shut up,” he hisses with a heavy breath. “I’m trying to focus.”

Yoongi parks in front of your house with no issues (not counting the bookstore lady). The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, collecting yourselves. A lot goes unsaid, but it’s Yoongi and you know you don’t have to verbalize how to feel for him to know that you feel like shit.

“Sooo…” he starts slowly, bloodshot eyes staring down the street.

“Yeah.”

You look out the window, the twinkling of Christmas lights attracting your attention. Seokjin’s house is a beacon of light shining through the darkness. A little sign in the yard prompts visitors to tune into a specific radio station. Your curiosity overpowers your desire to just jump out of the car and sabotage the whole setup. You reach over to adjust the radio, switching over to the channel the sign calls for.

Yoongi gives you a strange look, but he’s too tired to question you, and would rather wait a few seconds to find out what’s going on.

Christmas music filters through the speakers and you’re almost disappointed. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but this channel is just like any other station. It’s the holidays, after all. Christmas music is expected. Any hint of disappointment melts away, though, when you hear Yoongi gasp.

“Holy shit, look at that.” He gestures to Seokjin’s house. “Am I fucked up or are the lights going to the beat?”

Yoongi’s fucked up, but he’s not wrong about the lights. As the music plays, the lights draped across Seokjin’s house change color to the beat. It almost looks like the lights are singing the songs themselves. It’s a beautiful light show and unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“How the fuck did he do that?” you whisper.

Yoongi shrugs. He’s back to crossing his arms over the steering wheel with his chin resting on top. The angle gives him a better view of Seokjin’s house around your shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna beat him,” Yoongi puts bluntly. You don’t have it in you to argue. Part of you knows Seokjin deserves to win for this. It’s creative, cute, and interactive. Never would you have come up with something this cool.

The peaceful moment is interrupted by blinding white headlights as another car pulls up behind Yoongi’s truck.

“Fuck, is that Jackson?” Yoongi breathes into his palm to attempt to smell his breath.

You roll your eyes and try to make out what type of car it is through the mirrors. “The entire truck reeks of alcohol, bro. There is no hope for you.” Not to mention there’s a whole open cup of alcohol in your lap that you’ve nearly forgotten about.

“Or you,” he challenges you through a pout. “You’re the accomplice. You made me do this.”

Luckily, it’s not Jackson who approaches your window. You lower it despite the cold so Seokjin can speak.

“Glad to see the two of you are alive,” he smirks.

“How did you know we were here?” You can’t help but stare at him, this time because you’re envisioning him coming up with such a cool fucking decoration.

“You left without Hoseok, so I assumed that meant Yoongi was coming back,” Seokjin begins, flashing Yoongi a smile that your friend tries to ignore out of embarrassment for getting caught. “And you seemed pretty intent on getting out of there after trying to woo me under the mistletoe.”

This time it’s your turn to internally panic with embarrassment. Seokjin doesn’t give you any time to recover before he’s opening the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” You question him, but you still follow. You’re a little wobbly on your feet. You bring your weight down on a patch of ice and nearly bust your ass, and Seokjin holds your elbow to right you again.

“First, I’m getting you inside. And then I’m driving Yoongi back to your parents’ house to pick up Hoseok, so I can drop them off at home too.” Seokjin was always the designated driver when you went out with your friends. He wasn’t against drinking, but he preferred to suffer through parties sober if it mean he could take care of his friends when they had no one else to watch over them.

Yoongi reluctantly exits the truck and slides into the passenger seat of Seokjin’s car with plenty of grumbles to express his annoyance. He doesn’t even bother telling you goodnight, but you’re not worried about that.

“Keys, please.”

With his arm wrapped around your waist, Seokjin leads you through your front door. You try not to think about how strong he feels pressed against your side. So maybe you lean in a little more than you need to and let your body go slack a little more than necessary, but who needs to know that?

Seokjin has never been in your house (why would he have?), so you mumble out directions to arrive at your bedroom. You’re too drunk to worry or care about the state of your house. Did you have bras thrown all over the place? Was your vibrator put away? You have no fucking idea. Whatever Seokjin sees won’t be anything he’s never seen before, you decide.

He gathers some medicine for the headache you’ll inevitably have in the morning, as well as fetches you a glass of water, while you change into your pajamas. It’s a routine you’re familiar with, even if you haven’t engaged in it in years.

“I put medicine and water on your nightstand,” Seokjin explains softly, even though you saw him set everything down. “You can call me if you need anything, you know that, right? If you need anything at all. I’m here.”

“Yuuuuuup, you are here, in my house.” You blink up at him but your eyes have a hard time focusing on his face.

“Mhm, I am,” Seokjin confirms, and his smile makes your chest feel weird. “But I meant, I’m here for you.”

“It’s nice.” You know exactly what you’re saying, but it’s like your brain can’t figure out how to tell you that it’s bad. “We were supposed to be here together.”

He chews on his bottom lip and you want to bite him. Instead, you twist beneath the covers to get comfortable and tell yourself to behave. It’s just the alcohol, right? That’s it.

You’re not sure if he understands what you’re trying to say. And if he has a response, you don’t hear it. You’re already floating off to dreamland with a nasty hangover to follow you once you wake up again.

In the morning, the medicine and water are greatly appreciated, and you find yourself feeling more taken care of than you have for the past three years.

Still, you’re terrified of walking outside and seeing your ex-boyfriend-turned-neighbor after he was forced to tuck you into bed the night before. It’s embarrassing, to say the least, no matter how caring Seokjin is and how familiar the two of you are with each other. So you’re thankful that you manage to slip out of the house without running into anyone, and you hope that your shopping spree is equally as uneventful.

Silly of you to forget that Target is a dangerous place.

The bright lights are hypnotizing. That has to be the reason why you always walk in with the plan of buying one thing and end up spending a hundred dollars on what? You don’t even know. Not this time, though. You’re determined to stick to your shopping list. No wiggle room allowed. It helps that your shopping list is short; all you need is a package of white string lights. They’re the final touch to the candy cane-themed decoration for the tree in your yard. The judging is in two days and you’re determined to have something presentable, even if you already know Seokjin’s display is going to kick your ass.

Likely due to the stupid contest and how small your town is, the aisle with all the outdoor decorations is surprisingly bare. There’s only one package of white lights left, and it’s currently being eyed by the last person you want to see.

“No, you cannot have those.” You march over to Seokjin with confidence that you’re pulling out of your ass. “I need these more than you.”

He looks up at you with the same sparkles in his eyes that you saw outside your front yard, so you know it wasn’t because of the fresh snow. “Do you?” He asks with a grin, shifting the package from one hand to the other.

Without answering him, you reach out to grab it, thinking you’ll catch him off guard. But Seokjin has a firm hold on it, so you end up tugging without getting much slack.

“SeokSeokjin, let it go,” you grumble, trying to yank on it. Seokjin doesn’t budge and the sparkles remain.

“No.” He’s beaming at you and it makes you furious. This time Seokjin tugs on the package. He’s much stronger than you, so his movement sends you stumbling forward. You crash into his chest, head tilted upward to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t even say please,” he murmurs, and fuck you’re getting that feeling you had at your mom’s phony Christmas party. But now it’s Seokjin who leans forward and you’re the one frozen in place.

You can feel yourself getting lightheaded from a lack of oxygen, but you can’t bring yourself to breathe when Seokjin’s lips ghost over yours. The touch is so light you almost can’t feel it, but then you feel his breath on your cheeks and you can smell the fake strawberry scent of his chapstick, and, fuck, his lips are slick enough with the chapstick that his bottom lip sticks to yours for half a second when he leans a bit too close.

You pull away with your eyes even wider than they had been under the mistletoe.

Seokjin lets go of the package with a chuckle. “You can have it.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his coat and grins as you hurry down the aisle. “Hope you’re feeling better, by the way!”

You don’t bother looking back.

Needless to say, you give up.

The White Light Fiasco was enough of a sign that the crown was never going to be yours and you should have seen it all along. By the time you’re hovering over the spiked punch bowl at the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest party, you have made peace with the fact that you are positive the president of the Home Owner’s Association is going to announce that Kim SeokSeokjin wins this year’s contest. You are fine. It’s fine. Clearly, this decorating thing is not for you and that is fine.

You haven’t seen Seokjin since the White Light Fiasco and that is also fine. It’s not like you’ve been stressing out over it or anything. It’s not like you keep having recurring dreams about his warm body pressed into yours as he tucked you into bed or anything.

“So, are you ready to take the cake?” The way your body involuntarily tingles at the sound of his voice is honestly pathetic.

Seokjin pours himself a cup of punch and smirks as he lifts it to his lips. You give him a roll of your eyes, but the amusement in his expression never fades.

“It’s obviously going to be you again, radio boy.” You don’t have time to say anything more because the Association’s president takes over the mic. He stands holding a rather ridiculous trophy on the stage of the auditorium. It’s a golden Santa Claus about the size of a baby.

“Seriously? That is the prize?”

“It was a golden gingerbread man last year.” Seokjin chuckles beside you. “You also get a hundred dollars cash, so that’s nice.”

You’re pretty sure you spent more than that on all the stupid fucking decorations. Now you really aren’t interested in winning. (And not just because you know you’re not going to. Obviously.)

“Thank you, everyone, for participating in the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest!” The Association’s president drones on about whatever nonsense homeowners are supposed to care about, but you’re not ready to be that type of an adult just yet, so you don’t pay attention until it’s time for the winner announcement.

“Better get your game face on, radio boy,” you whisper out of the corner of your mouth. You don’t see Seokjin’s reaction because, again, the president interrupts you.

“And this year’s winner is…” Cue cheesy drumroll. “Min Yoongi!”

“What?!” You whip your head around to look at Seokjin, but his eyes are on the stage. “What?!”

And sure enough, there’s your best friend in his stupid “Merry Elfin’ Christmas!” sweater making his way up the stairs to stand on the stage with his new golden Santa and one hundred bucks. On the screen behind them, a photo of Yoongi’s townhouse is projected for everyone to see the winning decoration.

“You mean to tell me that Yoongi fucking won this contest because he had a twelve-foot-tall skeleton left over from Halloween, so he sat it on his front yard with a giant Santa hat on it. And that’s it? That’s all it took?”

Seokjin just looks at you with a shrug. “I guess so.”

“You should have fucking won!” You throw your hands up, nearly knocking Seokjin’s punch out of his gasp. Noticing his jostled cup reminds you that you’ve left yours somewhere. “You had the cool radio thing and the dancing lights. Who else could have figured out how to do that?”

“I’m sure lots of people…” Seokjin mumbles, but you cut him off.

“No, no, that was dope and Yoongi is just, he’s just,” you huff, words escaping you.

“Your best friend?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t deserve to win!”

Quite honestly, you’re shocked by how intensely you feel about this turn of events. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you think you’re valid! It doesn’t help that Seokjin breaks out in full laughter now, windshield wiper sounds galore. Maybe he’s a little bit drunk, too.

“What’s up, party animals!” Yoongi brandishes his golden Santa and red envelope that you assume holds his prize money.

“You’re stupid,” you say with a pout.

“You’re jealous,” Yoongi quips and sticks out his tongue. “Maybe if you stopped complaining about Seokjin so much, you’d have time to befriend all the cool kids in the neighborhood and they could have voted for your decorations instead.”

You shoot a quick look at Seokjin with a bit of fear in your heart, but he’s all smiles, his teeth bright white against perfect pink lips. Of course, he is. You’re the cranky one here.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. Looks like you might be replaced as the best friend by a bunch of teenagers,” Seokjin teases.

“I mean, Yoongi’s got the maturity level of one, so it makes sense.”

“Hm, he does, doesn’t he? Still playing with dolls and everything.” Seokjin gestures to the golden Santa and the two of you wheeze through laughter.

A petty, selfish part of you is thriving; it feels good to gang up on Yoongi with Seokjin. It feels the way it used to feel. It feels normal.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Yoongi huffs while tucking the Santa under his arm. “Let’s get out of here before they try to take a picture of me and put it in the monthly newsletter.”

It’s Christmas Eve, but you still question why the Association made the punch so strong. Sure, it’s after five o’clock, but it feels too early to be drinking. Your first step outside is onto a patch of black ice. In a panic, you squeeze onto Yoongi’s hand to steady yourself, fully expecting a grumbled protest in response from your touch-averse friend. But the grumbles never come. Yoongi is already halfway to his truck and you’re squeezing the life out of Seokjin.

“Please be careful.” You watch his breath turn smokey white in the air. It’s an attempt to not stare at his lips, but you’re failing at that, too. “Malik has told me many times that he’ll murder me if I hurt you. I’d guess you getting hurt on my watch would count, even if it’s not my fault you’re clumsy.”

You’re thankful half your face is wrapped in a scarf. Hopefully, it masks your embarrassment because you want to tell him that he’s already hurt you. With a nod, you carefully slide into Yoongi’s truck and make a mental note to talk to Malik about toxic masculinity.

“Why did we ask you to drive?”

You try to angle your legs so Yoongi can reach the gear stick without sticking his hand between your knees. You’re sitting in the middle console, in place of water bottles and coffee cups smashed between Yoongi in the driver’s seat and Seokjin in the passenger’s seat. If there wasn’t half a foot of snow in the back, you would have just ridden in the bed of the truck, like you used to do.

Yoongi doesn’t bother sparing you a glance, too focused on safely navigating the snowy parking lot. “Because your car is in the shop and Seokjin refused to drive.”

“It’s a Porsche,” Seokjin says with a sheepish look, not fully meeting your eyes. “I don’t want it to get dirty.”

Yoongi launches into a heated lecture about why it doesn’t make sense to own a car in the Midwest if Seokjin’s not prepared to face the elements with it, but you’re only paying attention to how close Seokjin is. You’re practically sitting in his lap. The weird angle has your legs half-draped across his knees and your torso twisted so his arm is looped around yours to hold you in place when the truck jostles down the icy road.

You’re not sure who moves first, and later you’ll decide that it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it happens.

It’s not as cute as your first kiss with Seokjin. That one had been picture-perfect and so cliche it kind of hurt, in a good way. It was an ice cream date at the shop in town that Seokjin’s aunt owns. It was cold and sweet, maybe a little bit sticky but you didn’t mind. You remember the way Seokjin held your face with shaking hands, not because he thought you were fragile, but because he was nervous.

This time you’re both shaking, but you think it’s probably because the shocks on Yoongi’s truck are shot.

Seokjin’s lips are just as soft and plump as you remember, and you remind yourself that it hasn’t been that long. In a whole life, three years is nothing. But it certainly felt like forever.

He tastes sweet like the spiked punch; you’re sure you do, too. You hope it makes him think of that ice cream date so many years ago. You expect this kiss to be just as chaste, but then Seokjin is pressing his palm against the nape of your neck to pull you closer and you’ve got your fingers digging into his thigh to steady yourself. You may have made a sound, or maybe it’s just incredibly obvious that you’re making out with your ex-boyfriend in a truck that technically only fits two people.

“Get out! Get out get out get out!” Yoongi bellows. He slams on the brakes, making all three of you lurch forward. “I hate you both!”

You swear you hear a dog start barking in the distance as a response. Only a small part of you feels bad.

Seokjin practically falls through the truck door once he figures out how to use the handle, which sends you tumbling after him. You both collapse into a fit of hysterical laughter as Yoongi speeds away, holding out his middle finger through the window as he drives.

“We’re never going to hear the end of that,” Seokjin wheezes, dropping his keys multiple times before finally unlocking his door. You don’t question why you follow him into his home when yours is only across the street, and he technically hasn’t verbally invited you over.

You both barely have your outerwear off before you’re shoving Seokjin against the wall with a strength you didn’t know you had. You find that it’s easy to kiss him again, and there’s no hesitation as he kisses you back. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling back and enjoying how he chases after you by leaning forward.

“We should,” Seokjin pauses to groan into your mouth. You’ve got your leg in between his and you’re pressing your thigh directly against his cock which you now know is already fully hard. That knowledge makes you feel irrationally smug. “We should talk.”

“Later.” You want to sound commanding, but your voice comes out as a breathy whine when Seokjin presses back against you, bringing his thigh between your legs. He grinds into you, his fingers bruising your skin when he squeezes your hips to hold you in place.

You’ve only slept with one person since breaking up with Seokjin, and it wasn’t anything worth noting. The sex was bad, and it made you realize you needed an emotional connection with the person you were sleeping with if you wanted it to be any good. So you can barely keep it together when Seokjin flips your positions, and now you’re the one pressed against the wall.

“Later will be too late,” he breathes into your skin before running his tongue along your throat. “We. Need. To. Talk. Now.” He punctuates each word with a sloppy kiss along your neck, eventually reaching your shoulder.

You try to respond, but every time you open your mouth you moan. Seokjin sucks your skin so hard it’s almost painful. You already know you’ll have dark hickeys scattered across your neck, shoulders, and chest by the night’s end. You want to decorate him, too.

You make quick work of removing Seokjin’s shirt, nearly popping the buttons off as you frantically undo them. Shirtless, his skin is hot and flushed. You run your fingers down his sternum, letting your thumb drag against one of his nipples on the way down. The action has him tensing against you, and the alcohol in you makes you giggle.

“Still sensitive,” you muse.

Seokjin groans a response, something that sounds like a mix of arousal and annoyance. It’s cute. It’s familiar. You’ve played this game before, just under different circumstances. It feels good to know that you still know how to rile him up, even when so many other things have changed.

“What do you want?” Seokjin pulls your shirt over your head and slides his hands behind your back to tweak the clasps of your bra. He doesn’t undo the hooks — just plays and waits.

You tilt your head to capture his lips, sucking them so aggressively that they’re puffy and pink, and shine with your spit when you pull away.

The look he gives you isn’t what you expect, and it catches you off guard so much so that your mouth falls open. It’s something in his eyes. They’re gentle and bright despite the heaviness of alcohol that should be weighing them down. No, there’s a sober clarity to them that practically sobers you up, too. It’s not the lustful, carnal gaze you were expecting. The softness of his expression makes the floodgates open up, as much as you internally scramble to hold yourself together.

“I want you to love me,” you answer truthfully through weak tears. “I still love you and I fucking hate it because you… you…” With anyone else, it would feel pathetic to beg someone to care about you, but Seokjin is different. He feels like home, no matter how complicated home is to you. No matter how angry you were, you never stopped trusting him.

Seokjin practically melts in your arms. Removing his hands from your bra, he chooses to cup your face instead. Your tears trickle in between his fingers. You’re sure it feels gross, and probably looks gross, because your makeup is getting washed away, too. But Seokjin doesn’t flinch when he holds you; he merely watches you with wide eyes.

“I do love you,” he speaks softly, but loud enough to hear over your sniffles. “I never stopped loving you, baby.”

The term of endearment makes your eyes flood with even more tears. This is the most unsexy you’ve ever felt in your life, and yet Seokjin leans forward to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and your lips until every inch of your face is covered in his kisses.

“But you said okay.” You’re squeezing his biceps, digging your nails into him so deeply you know you’ll leave marks. You don’t mean to hurt him, but you need to keep it together. You need him here. And even though you’re not making any sense, Seokjin understands. You can tell by the way he holds you against his chest and how fast his heart is beating against yours.

“I shouldn’t have ever let you go.” He shakes his head solemnly, and you think you feel his own tears when he presses his face into the crook of your neck. “I thought it was what you wanted, but I should have tried harder. I didn’t, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not trying.”

There’s a part of you that wants to remain angry. The hurt became familiar; it was dull and ever-present. But Seokjin’s love is familiar, too.

“I love you,” Seokjin repeats. He says it again and again, planting kisses down your shoulders. He tips your chin up, forcing your head backward so he can kiss along your throat and across your collarbones. “I wanted to give you space, but it was hard. It was really hard.”

You slide your hands up until your arms are around his shoulders, forcing him to lift his head and look at you. He wipes away your tears once the two of you realize more aren’t coming.

“I’m sorry you’re dealing with a boner and I’m over here sobbing,” you say with a stuffy laugh.

Seokjin looks down at his crotch before returning his gaze to your face. He gives you a shrug and a goofy grin. “It’s not the first time I’ve made you cry during sex.”

“Kim SeokSeokjin,” you gasp and give him a light slap against his shoulder. “I can’t believe you’d say something like that. We aren’t even having sex.” Even though it’s tactless, his jokes have always managed to ease any tension that builds inside of you.

“But we could be,” he says with a smirk. He receives another slap, but there’s nothing in his expression that tells you he feels any ounce of remorse. If anything, you’re unintentionally instigating him.

“I thought you said we needed to talk.”

Another shrug, and then you’re being tossed over the same shoulder you were just slapping in annoyance. “I decided later is okay.”

You can’t be mad when Seokjin gently places you on his bed, nor when he eases you out of your remaining clothes. You definitely can’t be mad when he pushes your thighs forward and gets comfortable between your legs to press a kiss against your pussy.

“Since you forgot that I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, and you already can tell from the tone of his voice that you’re in trouble.

“Seokjin, that isn’t—”

“Oh, but it is what happened,” he stares at you from between your thighs with a raised eyebrow. “And I’m wondering if there’s anything else you forgot about me.”

You shudder as he drags his tongue up your lips, dipping slightly to push through to your clit. He flicks at it a few times and your leg involuntarily kicks his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you groan into the arm you have draped over your face. You’re fucked if the twitching has already started and all he did was flick the tip of his tongue for half a second.

“Don’t apologize.”

It’s spoken so softly that you have to lift your arm to look at him again, but he’s now focused on spreading your lips apart. With you opened up, even more, he leans in to suck your clit with those strawberry-red plush lips. Every flick of his tongue makes your leg jiggle, but he keeps a strong grip on your thighs to prevent another kick from flying his way.

It’s messy; Seokjin always liked it messy. He lets saliva mix with your arousal and uses it to lubricate his fingers before he eases two inside of you.

“This okay?” He lifts his head for a moment and you feel bad because you did forget how caring he is. It used to confuse you as to why he checked in on you while you fucked, but after sleeping with someone else who was far less thoughtful, you were unbelievably grateful.

“Mhm.” You can’t trust yourself to speak in a coherent sentence as Seokjin goes back to sucking your clit.

He alternates between swirling his tongue around you with his mouth closed, maintaining the suction that sends tingles throughout your body, with open-mouth licks that cause him to breathe heavily against your pussy, allowing you to hear his moans and experience just how affected he is by you.

You moan his name as he drags his fingers against your g-spot repeatedly, easily building up the fire that burns beneath his mouth until you’re digging your nails into his hair and cumming so hard you feel like sobbing again.

You don’t, thank god, because you can’t bear to see the smug look on his face when you prove him right. But that doesn’t mean your eyes don’t prickle at the corners with the threat of tears.

In true SeokSeokjin fashion, he doesn’t let up until you are crying, though, because he wants to be right. No one has ever made you writhe from overstimulation the way Seokjin does. You know you’ll have bruises on your thighs from how hard he has to hold you down, and you accidentally pull his sheets from his mattress with how tightly you squeeze them, just to have something to grab onto that isn’t his hair.

He props himself up on one arm as he hovers over you, using his free hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You don’t want to know what you look like, but Seokjin will say you’re beautiful regardless.

“How do you want me?” He asks against the shell of your ear. If the goosebumps down your arms mean anything, it’s that you don’t care one way or another.

“I don’t care,” you admit, turning your head to the side to grant him access to your neck for more kisses. Kisses, so many kisses. You’re greedy for them. Three years’ worth is missing and you’re demanding them. “Just fuck me, please.”

It’s not sweet or romantic by either of your standards, the way Seokjin sits back to strip off his remaining clothes. It’s honestly not even carnal when he kneels between your legs. The only thing you can think of as he slowly slides himself inside of you is that this — the sex, Seokjin, all of it — feels reassuring.

If Seokjin has always felt like home, then having his body, sweaty and hot, stick to yours as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts feels like some kind of validation. It’s validation, affirmation, a statement that tells you, yes, it was the right decision for you to come home.

You want to slap yourself in the face because how corny is it to think, this is where I belong, while your ex-boyfriend is balls deep inside of you?

“You’re doing that thing.”

Seokjin tries to speak with a level voice, but his words come out with a gasp as you clench around him. It’s not your fault your body is reacting this way. He should be blamed since he’s the one who decided to suck on his thumb before bringing it down to circle your clit while he fucks you.

“Wha-what, fuck, what thing?”

“That thing where you look at me like you’re in love with me.” Seokjin props one of your legs over his shoulder to angle your hips better. “Like under the mistletoe and at Target.”

You want to tell him to shut up so badly, but you’re all moans and that’s it.

His cheeks are dusted pink, his sweaty bangs are brushed off of his forehead, and his eyes are bright with mischief. Too many parts of you are at war with each other when you drag your nails down his forearms. It’s hard to use your brain to sort through it all when you feel your orgasm knock the air out of you. You desperately reach for Seokjin, pulling him forward to squeeze him as you shudder through the remaining waves.

“I am in love with you,” you finally choke out.

If Seokjin cums because of your confession, that’s no one else’s business.

When it’s all over, you keep your legs wrapped around his waist, preventing him from getting up. Cockwarming isn’t something you’ve ever been interested in, but right now you can’t bear the idea of him separating himself from you. It’s been too long since you’ve held him, and even though the two of you have a lot you need to talk about, you need this more right now.

“Need to clean you up,” Seokjin murmurs into the crook of your neck. When he tries to untangle himself from you, you squeeze your legs around him even tighter.

“Later,” you repeat your earlier sentiment.

Seokjin lets out a weak laugh. The warm puff of his breath makes your already hot skin prickle.

“I’m going to crush you.”

“Crush me then.”

“Kinky.”

Despite your spike of annoyance at his teasing, you agree to a compromise by allowing Seokjin to roll the two of you onto your sides. It’s impossible not to melt into his embrace when he leaves gentle kisses just below your ear and along your jaw.

You already know you’re doing “the thing” again, though Seokjin’s eyes are closed as he nuzzles you, so he doesn’t notice this time. It has nothing to do with what happened under the mistletoe or at Target. If you’d known what your expression looked like the morning after he tucked you into bed, as you swallowed the ibuprofen he’d left you on your nightstand — that is what “the thing” looked like. Yes, you’re in love with Seokjin, but it’s not because his gaze makes you shy or your body yearns to be close to him. It’s the little ways he cares about you, even when you’ve been too stubborn to let him in.

“I missed you so much,” he murmurs against your skin and his hold on you tightens. You attempt to mumble a response, but the soft praises he’s cooing are a soothing lullaby.

When you eventually wake up to the winter sun weakly shining through the gaps in Seokjin’s bedroom curtains, the headache pounding against your skull is the only regrettable consequence of the night before. That fact should be more surprising than it is, but you remind yourself that this is how it should have always been — with you waking up to the tickle of Seokjin’s hair as he snuggles against your chest.

“Merry Christmas.” Seokjin must have felt you stir because he lifts his head to give you a chaste kiss.

“Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

Seokjin snorts and dips down to rest against your chest again. “Yes, that’s what I said.”

“What time is it? Oh fuck, my parents expected me to come over.”

You try to scoot out from beneath him, but Seokjin holds you down. It’s then that you realize you’re wearing clothes. You’ve got on a t-shirt you’ve never seen before, soft and so large you’re swimming in it, and a pair of boxers that have been folded a few times at the waistband to keep the clothing around your hips. You must have slept deeply if Seokjin could clean you up without you knowing, although you vaguely remember soft words of encouragement as you tossed and turned.

“It’s okay. I told them you’re with me.” Seokjin nuzzles against your neck and you swear you can’t breathe.

“You told them…”

“That I invited you over this morning to exchange friendly neighbor gifts.”

More like exchanging bodily fluids, but you decide not to say that. It’s Christmas, after all.

“But we both know your mom is going to see through that,” Seokjin admits with a grin. You can’t see it, but you can feel his teeth against your skin. She probably will see through Seokjin’s lie; it’s an uncanny mom ability, it seems. It makes life more difficult to navigate, as far as you’re concerned.

“What in the hell is wrong with her?” You can’t really be mad at her desire to meddle, but you won’t give her the satisfaction of thinking she’s the reason why you and Seokjin are back together. Well, if you’re back together. That’s probably one of the agenda items for the “talk” you’ll eventually need to have.

“I would have told you that she’s been plotting our reunion for literal years, but you’ve spent the last two months running away from me.” You know the way he says it is all in jest, but you feel a pang of guilt stab your stomach anyway. He’s right; you never gave him the chance to even attempt to reconnect.

In your silence, Seokjin forces himself out of bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him sort through dresser drawers.

“Seokjin,” you blurt out when he pulls out a fresh pair of briefs. “Who do you spend Christmas with?”

He gives you a small smile and an even smaller shrug. “No one. It was always just me and dad.” You’re sure the look on your face isn’t as controlled as you originally thought because Seokjin’s ears burn bright red. “It’s okay. I don’t mind, honestly. It’s nice to just have some time to myself.”

You know he’s lying. You didn’t date him for five years and be his friend for longer to not be able to tell when he’s lying. It’s a lie because his ears are red and he doesn’t look you in the eyes when he talks.

You let out a hum and push yourself up to sit on the edge of his bed. Hopefully, you’re subtle when you bury yourself deeper into the t-shirt swamping your form just to breathe in more of the laundry detergent you remember once washing your clothes with.

“Will you come with me? To my parents’ place?” You force yourself not to cave under Seokjin’s intense gaze. “And then maybe we can… talk…”

It takes only a few steps for him to stand before you, his index finger tilting up your chin. Seokjin leans down to slot his lips against yours, still just as smooth and chaste, but longer and deeper than the one before. The closeness makes you shudder, and you do your best not to make a noise when he finally pulls away. Comfort. He’s always brought you comfort.

“Only if Yoongi’s willing to drive us there.”

You scowl and swat Seokjin out of the way. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope,” Seokjin says with a laugh, letting the “P” pop as he slings a towel over his shoulder. “I was so serious, I don’t want my Porche to get dirty.”

He’s clearly about to shower — something you need to do, as well — but you feel too shy to ask him if you can, too. The man just had his tongue shoved in your pussy and you can’t ask him for a shower. What was all that, about comfort? You’re being ridiculous.

“What do you do when you have to go to work?” You take a look around his bedroom for the first time. Your clothes are neatly folded on top of the dresser; it doesn’t surprise you how orderly everything is. Seokjin’s house looked like it was plucked straight out of HGTV.

“Make Hoseok drive me. Here—” Seokjin tosses you a towel. You catch it and give him an appreciative smile, but he’s rifling through his dresser again. “You can join me if you want,” he says without looking you in the eyes. His ears are still red. “But I want to give you something first.”

You shift on the bed to give Seokjin room to sit down beside you. He looks silly with a towel around his neck, shirtless in a pair of boxers that you just realize match the ones you’re wearing. In his hand is a small pouch. It’s velvet, the ones that typically hold earrings or other jewelry if not in a box. You wouldn’t be able to describe how you feel with butterflies somersaulting in your stomach even if you wanted to.

“Um.” Seokjin can barely get his words out and he’s only just started. “This was dad’s. I don’t really wear, well, I guess it’s just that, hmm…” He drops the pouch in your hand and clamps his mouth shut. “Can you just open it?”

It seems that silence is a good option, so you undo the drawstring at the top and slowly let the object inside fall into your hand. It’s a ring. A thin, silver band. The color is dark enough that it almost looks deep charcoal.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Seokjin whispers hoarsely like he’s afraid to use his voice. “I wanted to give it to you before… Well, before. And now that dad’s not here, I kind of thought, I don’t know.” Seokjin purses his lips as he lets out an exhale that sounds like a hiss.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful, Seokjin.” It’s the simplest response, but you know it’s what Seokjin needs to hear. Simple, straightforward, and nothing difficult to interpret. The two of you have always balanced each other out. When Seokjin blabbers, you know how to rein him in. You’d like to think that it’s similar to how Seokjin can calm Malik down. You hope so, at least.

As corny as it is, the urge to kiss him floods your senses. Despite the pressures around you, you’ve never been one to limit yourself. Self-control is self-sacrifice, but there is nothing sacrificial about bringing your lips to Seokjin’s. No, it’s quite the opposite. You feel life bloom inside of you when you press hard against his mouth at the same time you slip the ring on. Just your middle finger because Seokjin said it doesn’t have to mean anything.

But it does. You want it to.

His fingers press into the nape of your neck and you try to hold back a moan because it’s Christmas and you’re supposed to be giving Malik video games and marijuana crew socks right now.

“We should shower.” Seokjin is the voice of reason that murmurs softly against your lips. It’s been three years, yet you fall in place with him so easily.

You nod, making your noses rub against each other. It’s without protest that you allow him to lead you into the bathroom. It’s cute, the way he shows you around, pointing out where his skincare products are and showing you how to turn on the shower even though he’s going to be there to do it for you. And when the shower doesn’t turn into a carnal mess but instead is an opportunity for Seokjin to wash you, you realize he’s putting you together rather than taking you apart. You don’t need it; you’ve always been whole, even without him. But it feels good to be touched with care. It feels good to let Seokjin wash the hurt away.

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