#dilf!jin

[bearr02]

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My love - Coming soon

My darling - Coming soon

My baby - Coming soon

My princess - Coming soon

My angel - Coming soon

My precious - Coming soon

My sweet - Coming soon

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I had to…BTS as dads is just-

Mmmmmh

[citrustan]

Can you please do a rich seokjin x reader wherein he grovels for oc 🙏😭 Like he did not defend oc when his parents were being mean to her and even defended them something like that hahaha I live for angst fics so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Thank you in advance btw! I really really enjoy your fics!)

hii thanks! love it when requests are specific!! please send in more of these :D

'm dividing this into two parts because it's too long for me to call it a drabble

please, please, please [1/2] (ksj)

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: sugar daddy turned boyfriend!seokjin x middle-class, unemployed!reader ALSO dilf!seokjin. angst, fluff, and barely-there smut (in the next part) yet again because i'm taking tiny baby steps towards the big girl stuff.

warnings: there's an ex-wife, unkind parents, and typical rich people behaviour: take that as you may!

The evening had started on a high note.

The birds were chirping, the breeze was gentle. Yada yada. You centred yourself with your boyfriend's son, Sehun's, giggles, to distract slash calm yourself. At the same time, Seokjin's entire family and friends (and you) gathered under the warm glow of temporary lamps installed specifically for the occasion in his backyard.

Admittedly, it's borderline disrespectful to call it a backyard when it was easily over an acre of lush grassland, adorned with flower fields, and a horse farm. With champagne-equipped golf carts, decorated with wisterias and vines, used to transport the party goers from one place to another, and well-dressed staff to guide everyone. And you kept seeing the fairest doves. You wonder if that was natural or of they were introduced to the area for the party.

You knew your boyfriend slash sugar daddy was rich, but you had no idea just how rich.

As the evening progressed, the mood, specifically yours, began to shift---bit by bit, for the worse. Your once nervous yet lively aura had grown strained.

It was such a shit-show.

Starting with Seokjin's parents who couldn't pretend to be nice for the life of them, or was that intentional? Perhaps to scare you off or something. Because it worked.

They were distant, awkward, and nothing like Seokjin had described them to be. You were under the impression that you'd be meeting your second family, an extension of your own.

Boy, were you mistaken.

You were met with so much... inhospitality and indifference.

It was so bad you had to walk away from your table a few times just to stop your tears from falling and ruining your makeup.

They kept talking about Sehun's mother and Seokjin's perfect ex-wife, as if you weren't sitting right across them. Speaking of their relationship in present tense--- 'Oh, you're so beautiful together.' 'The perfect family.' 'She's the best daughter-in-law anyone could ask for.'

All the while, you're the one with a promise ring on your finger.

Seokjin, obviously, interrupted them everytime. But even he eventually tired himself out too.

Every time you attempted to make conversation with the pair, you were met with blank stares.

You couldn't even escape them because Sehun was off with his caretaker, being his 6 year old self, uncaring of where he is. You had nobody to go to except the man you were already seated next to.

"Seokjin," his mother began, "When you mentioned planning a soirée, I assumed you were getting back with Yewon."

His father added, "Your mother and I were so happy."

Were.

Seokjin exchanged an uneasy look with you.

You expected him to defend you. Maybe just give them a little scolding. Or a simple yet stern 'be normal.'

But instead, he just scoffs and laughs.

That was it.

Shakily sighing, you excused yourself for the seventh time that night to lick your wounds in privacy.

This time, when you didn't return after ten minutes, Seokjin comes looking for you, immediately finding you stood near his favourite Magnolia tree.

You looked like you were in deep thought and a little tipsy. And you were thinking up a storm. How was this going to play out? Would you be made to break up with each other? Would Seokjin leave you?

He paused to your right, "_____, I know this isn't enough but I really am sorry. I had no idea they'd react this way."

Defeated, you whisper, "I don't even know how to act. I mean... it doesn't matter because it's not like they'd even notice."

You add, "And you're right. It's not enough." Angry, you rapidly turn to face him, "You keep letting them treat me like I'm invisible. And they keep talking about Yewon and your, oh, so perfect marriage as if she didn't cheat on you. I mean, you technically cheated on each other later anyway, right?"

Seokjin's expression darkened. He tilted his head in disbelief, "_____. I can't believe you'd bring that up."

"Is that why they don't like me? Because they know I'm your mistress?"

Seokjin's scowl deepens, "Don't talk about yourself like that, _____."

Oh!

Mockingly raising your brow at him, you laugh, "Oh, but it's okay for mommy and daddy to talk about me 'like that'?" You make air quotations at 'like that.'

"Of course, it isn't! But, that's just how they are. They're horrible people, _____." He exasperates, "And I know there's no changing their mind. So do yourself a favour and just... don't bother about what they think or say. It's not important." He's breathing heavy when he finishes.

You painstakingly digest each of his words.

Now, there are two possible meanings of his advice.

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you and I are the only ones who matter!

OR

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you're disposable anyway!

But, you're not sober enough to decide yet.

Seokjin caresses your naked, cold, arm with a warm hand. His fingers travel up to your décolletage, grazing against it, then further upwards to gently fix the diamond necklace he bought you on your last birthday.

He then takes his blazer off to drape it over your shivering shoulders.

Seokjin looks at you, carefully choosing his tone to reflect his state of mind: apologetic, "I promise we can leave after Yewon gets here. My parents invited her too. And, she'll be taking Sehun to her place today."

You wait for him to continue because you know there's more.

"We'll greet her. Cordially. Bid goodbye immediately after. And see Sehun once before we head to your place. Is that... Would you be okay with that?"

The fact that Seokjin, as the host, was going to leave his own party for you makes you feel guilty. But you knew you would not be able to deal with Seokjin's relatives any longer.

So you nod once, "Ok."

He links your arms together and walks you back to the main event where they serve the good stuff. Yay for you!

*

"Seokie! You look great. _____, you too! Your hair looks amazing." Yewon grins at you.

"Thank you, Yewon. You look beautiful as well." Seokjin answers for the two of you as you drunkenly smile at her.

(Two) hours had passed since Seokjin promised you you could leave after Yewon arrived. Which meant you had two too many hours to down the seemingly bottomless Champagne flutes.

Yewon observes you with concern and raises a brow at your boyfriend. Seokjin simply nodded in response, with his arm still wrapped around you, supporting your weight.

Not oblivious to the silent conversation going on in front of you, you nuzzle your face directly into his chest.

Yewon is lovely. She's the best ex-wife any girlfriend could've asked for. Respectful, friendly even, and... normal.

Still, you've always been jealous of their relationship.

They still had chemistry, and were great co-parents.

There was nothing stopping Seokjin from going back to her. Well, there's you, but had you not been in his life, you wonder if they'd have gotten back together.

"There you are! Kim Yewon, my favourite daughter." Holding Yewon by her waist, Seokjin's mother feigns anger, "Now, why did it take you so long to get here?"

Was she 12? You hate her. So much. All you want is for Seokjin to make her... stop.

"In all honesty, I overslept." Yewon smiles, embarrassed.

Mrs. Kim sighs dramatically, "Well, you are a doctor. You deserve to rest. You work too hard."

"Ah, yes... Maybe... Why don't we go find Sehun? _____ and Seokjin are leaving soon." Yewon is evidently aware of how his family is reacting to you, and wants to minimize all of her interactions and words exchanged with the Kims.

At that Mrs. Kim looks at her son bewildered, "You're going to leave your own party? That's just rude."

THAT'S rude?

"I'm sorry, mom. We," Seokjin raises your clasped hands up, "have important plans."

"Well... What could be more important than family? You're just going to leave your son and his mother to fend for themselves?"

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>:(

.

Hm.

Now... what happens in the next few minutes, you blame slash credit the alcohol.

You don't understand why he had to lie because you certainly had no issue with telling the real reason you were leaving.

"That's right, Mrs. Kim, Seokjin chose me. We don't have," you make air quotes when you say this, "important plans, we, my boyfriend and I, we, just want to get as far away from you as possible because you have a chip up your ass and you walk around with a stick on your shoulder."

Seokjin and Yewon froze.

"And Seokjin hates you." You spat. "He hates you so much he planned a gigantic party just so he wouldn't have to spend more than a few minutes with you at once."

You want to stop but your mouth works faster than your brain.

"Seokjin hates you so much he always needs other people around you to cut the tension."

At this point you were word vomiting.

"He hates you so much he keeps himself busy with work. And when he's not at work, he's with me. And my family," - "_____, stop talking," Seokjin sternly scolds.

But you don't hear him, "- because he loves me. And Sehun, and he loves my mother because she isn't a narcissistic bitch who treats her son like-" You stop.

Seokjin squeezes your hand as if he were begging you to shut the fuck up as Mrs. Kim stares at you in contempt; her face red, nose flared, jaw, and fists clenched.

But you don't budge, "His marriage is over. Understand that. It's like you don't even care about what he's been through."

"_____, please."

Seokjin's request has fallen to deaf ears once again.

You continue, "All you do is criticize his choices and decisions. You don't even care that Yewon cheated on your son because you're just as up her ass as you are up your own."

At that, Seokjin instantly drags you away from the two women. Both Mrs. Kims.

He takes you back to the tree.

You half expect him to make out with you because he looked... somewhat worked up.

The pins in your hair are starting to feel a little too tight and you feel sweaty even though it's freezing.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?"

You drunkenly stare at him, eyes widened in genuine confusion. You place a hand on your chest, "Me?"

"You had no right to cause a scene like that. I told you we were leaving. I was handling it."

But he was, in fact, not handling it. You helped him!

Seokjin needed someone to back him up. If he couldn't stand up for himself, you didn't expect him to stand up for you.

You owlishly blink up at him.

"_____, this isn't high school. You're not a child. You can't go around yelling at adults about how mean they are."

"I was just trying to hel-"

"This isn't a movie, _____. This is real life. My life. And Yewon's. My mother didn't know the real reason we broke up. And you had no right to tell her."

Now, that's news to you. And what the hell? Do you even exist in this picture?

"Well, obviously, I didn't fucking know that. And, thanks a lot. Now I know just how much I mean to you." You begin pulling your hair pins out as you turn to leave his premises.

"_____." Seokjin gently grabs your wrist, "We're not done here."

You rip yourself away from his grip, "I think we are! Obviously, you have no space for me in your life. And Yewon's!" Your lips quiver contrasting the accusatory words that just slipped through your tongue.

He rolls his eyes, "_____, that's not what I meant. You know that's not what I was saying."

You resembled an angry kitten with your hair a little wild from pulling all those clips out, and eyes red and puffy as if you'd start tearing up any time now.

"I don't want to be your fuckdoll anymore! I'm done!" With a shaky yet final sigh, you turn back around, lift your gown so you don't trip, and storm off.

While you didn't want him to stop you because you were in no mood to fight a grown man, you were more upset that he just let you walk away from him.

You didn't want to end your relationship like this. Although you know this isn't permanent, you can't help but wonder if he'd even try with you anymore.

note: so tumblr ate up part of this story and the other note i had added, so this is me rewriting it. i can't make asks private so here we are. i'm upset my writing didn't get saved. i don't know if this version is better or worse.

either way, please tell me what you think.

[jjungkookislife]

The Nanny [Ch. 4]

pairing: lawyer!seokjin x nanny!f.reader

genre: established relationship, parents au, fluff, 18+

summary: Jin needs a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more.

wc: 7.9k

warnings: pet names (baby, love), implied smut, angst, miscommunication (this was the scene I was stuck on for years), self-doubt, make-up sex, unprotected sex, creampie

date: May 4, 2024

The holidays come and go in your new home, ecstatic to decorate with Dae and Jin. Your family and his get along so well, and everyone dotes over Dae-Hyun, who shies away from so much attention. 

With his birthday coming up soon, he’s due to enroll in pre-school and it leaves your heart feeling heavy. You weren’t ready to part with Dae just yet, your life had been nothing but him for almost 2 years, and the idea of sending him off, even if it was just half a day—left you sad. 

Seokjin was faring much better though, he was used to leaving Dae at home when he had to go to work, and even though it was rough, he was having to come to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t get updates as often from his new preschool teachers. However, Dae needed to socialize with his peers, make new friends, and learn in a school setting to prepare him for Kindergarten in the fall. Seokjin wasn’t looking forward to that either, the thought had anxiety brewing in his belly. 

“What if I homeschool him?” You asked as you stroked Dae’s hair while he slept between you and Seokjin. 

Seokjin sighed, shaking his head. “He needs to go to school, baby. We can’t be his only friends.”

“But he’s my little buddy,” you pout.

“We’ll meet his teacher tomorrow and see how it goes. Nothing is set in stone just yet but he should at least go to get acclimated before school starts in the fall. We won’t be there to hold his hand and guide him,” Seokjin reasons as he places his hand over yours. 

“I guess you’re right,” you acquiesce, biting your lip before you settle into bed. 

“It’s gonna suck,” Seokjin chuckles and your frown deepens. “But it’ll be good for him, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you say, muffling a yawn but Seokjin notices it. 

“Go to bed, baby. We'll handle this tomorrow,” you nod, yawning as you pull the covers over you, making sure Dae isn’t covered from the shoulders up. 

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

“I don’t like it,” is the first thing you say when you step into the large brick-stone building with Dae clutching your hand. Seokjin shakes his head, trying to hide a disbelieving smile. 

“It’s been two seconds,” he giggles as he places his large palm on your lower back. He grins when you reach the front desk and your heels click against the marble floor. Portraits litter the wall and a giant bouquet of fresh flowers sits on a table in the middle of the foyer. Chairs that must cost a fortune line the walls in the sitting area, and Dae clings to your side as a few adults walk from one end of the hall to the next. 

“It’s so big,” Dae whispers as he looks around. He squirms at your side and you hope he’ll be okay coming here in a few weeks without you. The thought sours your mood further. 

“Hello, I’m Kim Seokjin. We have an appointment to tour the grounds and meet my son’s new teacher,” Seokjin says to the secretary as you debate carrying Dae-Hyun and making a run for it. You take a step back and Seokjin turns to face you, raising a dark brow, jaw taut as he eyes you with a firm glance almost daring you to even try it. He lifts the car keys with one long finger and you huff. 

“Of course, Mr. Kim. Your family can have a seat, and I will page the teacher up front. It’ll just be a moment,” the secretary informs him and motions for the chairs lining the wall. Seokjin thanks her before he tilts his head in the direction of the chairs. 

Ruefully, you lead Dae to the chairs and pull him onto your lap. You squeeze him in a hug for a second as Seokjin sits beside you. 

“Baby,” he starts, sighing heavily before licking his lips. “It’s an excellent school with great reviews, and I did background checks on everyone. He’ll love it here.”

“I have to come here?” Dae asks his dad with wide eyes. 

“This is gonna be your school, buddy. We’re gonna meet your teacher in a second, okay?” Seokjin asks and Dae nods but looks at you for assurance. You plaster on a smile and thankfully don’t have to say anything as a woman walks up to the three of you, introducing herself as Mrs. Hart. 

Dae-Hyun shyly introduces himself, his manners overcoming his shyness, and you couldn’t be prouder. You set him on the floor before rising, linking your hand with Jin’s as you follow Mrs. Hart. 

The tour starts with a history of the school, but you don’t pay too much attention as you walk down the hall. You skimmed the brochure on your way here and stuffed it in the crease of your seat before getting out of the car. 

Dae-Hyun holds his father’s hand as he walks, marveling over the art that litters the walls on the way to the classroom. The four of you come to a stop at room A-1, and Mrs. Hart opens the door, allowing you inside before she follows. 

The classroom is rather large, with three tables separated by bookshelves stuffed with books, coloring boxes, and art supplies. On the opposite end of the room is a large rug, a few bean bags, and more shelves containing toys and books. There’s a play kitchen and a science center with a giant fish tank that immediately gets Dae’s attention.  

Mrs. Hart is happy to show him around the room while you stay back with your boyfriend. 

“What do you think?” Seokjin asks you in a soft tone, to not get the teacher’s attention. You take in the room, there is nothing too extravagant that stands out. It was a typical classroom, more modern than any you had ever taught in before but it was nice and it appeared clean. 

“Where are the kids?” You muse as you see the names of children written on the cubbies. 

“They’re out in the playground with my assistant, Miss Daisy. We can go out and meet them if you’d like?” Mrs. Hart chimes in and Dae-Hyun nods before asking his father if it’s okay. 

“Sure, Dae,” With Seokjin’s consent, the four of you go out the back door and down the steps that lead right to the playground. There are a lot of children running around but Miss Daisy is accompanied by two other assistants to watch the children as they run and climb on the playground. A few kids look over curiously and two come over to say hi. 

“Do you wanna play?” One of them asks and Dae looks at Seokjin, who nods. Dae smiles as he runs off with the kids and Mrs. Hart introduces the staff. 

“He seems like a wonderful child,” Miss Daisy comments as she sees Dae already laughing and playing with more children. 

“He’s a little shy but he seems to like the playground.” you keep a watchful eye on Dae-Hyun, never losing him in the array of children. 

“Is this his first time at school?” Miss Daisy asks and Seokjin nods. Mrs. Hart explains the transition process, going into great detail about their rules and policies and the assessments to see where he’s at. 

As much as you don’t like the thought of being away from Dae-Hyun, it eases your heart to see him having so much fun already. He pouts when it’s time to go back inside, talking your ear off as Seokjin handles the paperwork. 

“Can I come back soon?” Dae-Hyun asks you as Seokjin shakes Mrs. Hart’s hand once they’re done. 

“Of course,” Mrs. Hart smiles at Dae. She motions for him to join her, taking his hand and leading him to a cubbie. “This will be yours when you come back and see me. We’ll have your name right here and we’ll have all your stuff ready for you, Dae-Hyun. After your birthday, we’ll have you here with us!”

“Yay!” Dae-Hyun cheers before returning to Seokjin, who picks him up in his arms. He was getting a little too tall to keep doing so but Seokjin would carry his son until he couldn’t anymore. 

“We’ll see you in a few weeks,” Seokjin says as he starts to say his goodbye. 

“We look forward to it!” Mrs. Hart exclaims, clapping her hands together. 

“Bye!” Dae waves at his teacher, who waves back. Seokjin heads into the hallway as you take one last look around, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. 

“We look forward to seeing you soon. You have such a lovely family, Mrs. Kim,” Mrs. Hart says with a wave. You thank her before following Seokjin, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

Mrs. Kim.

“What did you think?” Seokjin asks you that night when he gets into bed beside you. He’s already sleepy but still wants your opinion on the school. You couldn’t talk freely until Dae had gone to bed and showers were taken before bed.

“It’s a nice school,” you say. “I think Dae will like it. It’s just hard to let him go.”

“Trust me, I know. But it’ll get a little easier,” Seokjin assures you. After all, he is his son so of course, he’d know. You just weren’t used to leaving Dae, much less after moving in with them.

“It’ll take me a bit to get used to. What am I supposed to do while he’s gone? Mrs. Jenkins already does the cleaning and packs his lunch,” you frown.

“You could go to the spa, or maybe meet up with your friends,” Seokjin suggests as he wraps you in his arms. “You’ll have more time for yourself. I know you haven’t had much lately.”

“But I like caring for Dae. That’s why you hired me in the first place,” you look at him over your shoulder.

“And now things have changed, baby. You’re still just as important as you were, just with more free time. How about we open a joint account tomorrow so you have some more spending money?”

“Seokjin,” you sigh. “I don’t want more money.”

“Okay, a car?” Seokjin suggests and you huff. You know he’s just teasing you, you’d denied every attempt of him buying you a new car. Yours worked perfectly fine and it’s not like you did a lot of driving now that you lived with him. Seokjin preferred to drive and you loathed it, so it didn’t matter much to you.

“Don’t stress about it too much, baby. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m sure you’ll find ways to occupy yourself. Besides, we need to plan Dae’s party starting tomorrow, and if you want,” Seokjin grins mischievously. “We can work on making another baby.”

“That’s a big decision, baby. Are you sure?” you ask, sitting up to look at your boyfriend. He sits up as well, taking your hand in his.

“I’m sure, love. You’re the only one I’d even consider as the mother of my children. I don’t want anyone else,” he leans in, capturing your lips with his, guiding you to the bed where he kisses you until you’re crying out his name.

The next morning is filled with ruckus. You’ve got the kitchen island in disarray as you look over notebooks and business cards, a tablet opened to a party planner, a laptop displaying your idea outlines, and Dae-Hyun on your lap telling you about all the things he wants for his party this year. 

Mrs. Jenkins hovers nearby, knowing it’s no easy feat to plan a party, especially with a child on your lap. She offers to take Dae from you but your sweet boy will have none of it. 

“And a bounce house,” Dae-Hyun finishes as he places his head on your shoulder. “We need one of those.”

“So you want dinosaurs,” you pause as Dae roars with his arms high in the air, hopping off your lap to stomp around the kitchen. “And a dinosaur cake?” 

“Please,” Dae smiles as he gets back on your lap with your help. 

“Sure, baby,” you kiss his cheek as you show him a few pictures on the tablet, liking anything he shows excitement over. Seokjin has given you a budget with promises to help here and there but he knows you enjoy planning events and schedules, so this is your domain. 

Last year, Seokjin had thrown a small Paw Patrol party with cake and goodie bags before calling it a day. This time, there would be more children attending, including the ones Dae met at school. 

Dae-Hyun loses interest after a while and you continue to plan his party and take notes while Mrs. Jenkins gets Dae-Hyun his lunch. 

Slightly overwhelmed by all the options, you decide to bookmark your favorites before setting your tablet aside and having your lunch. Soon it’ll be time to put Dae down for a nap and Seokjin had promised to get off work after lunch. He should be home any moment now. 

Just as lunch is wrapping up, the front door opens and Seokjin sings, “I’m home!”

Dae-Hyun grins giddily as he dances in his chair when his father walks into the kitchen. Seokjin greets Dae then you with a kiss on the top of your head. 

“You’re home!” Dae claps in excitement and Seokjin nods. 

“I left early to see you,” he states as Mrs. Jenkins finishes washing the dishes. Seokjin allows her to end her day then if she’d like and she thanks him before rushing out the door with a see you later. 

Seokjin shoots you a confused look and you chuckle. “Dae’s been excited over his p-a-r-t-y.”

“Oh,” Seokjin laughs. “What’s the theme this year?”

“Dinosaurs!” Dae shouts as he roars, and Seokjin pretends to be terrified. 

“This little Dino needs a nap,” you state as you pick him up in your arms, and a pout forms on his lips. 

“But Daddy,” he cries softly. 

“I’ll be up in a second, bud. I’m just getting a drink,” Seokjin assures his son as you head up the stairs to Dae’s room. 

He yawns, rubbing his eyes as he goes to grab his pajamas, heading to his bathroom to change and potty before coming to his bedroom. 

“Daddy and I will be here when you wake up,” you say as you pat his bed. Dae nods as he steps closer to you, rubbing his eyes. 

“Nap time!” You sing as you scoop Dae up in your arms. He finally squeals, laughing as you press several kisses to his cheek. His mood lifted. 

“Mommy! Stop!” he squeals, kicking his little feet. You pause, eyes wide as your heart races. You weren’t a stranger to being called mom, mommy, or any variation of it in your field. After all, it was easy for kids to get confused and when they trusted you as much as their parents.

However, this was the first time Dae had called you mommy, and you weren’t sure how to feel. You simply smiled, kissing his head as you asked him what story he wanted you to read. Seokjin lingered by the doorway, a frown on his lips.

“And they lived happily ever after,” you read, closing the book shortly after only to see Dae-Hyun fast asleep clutching his teddy bear. You plant a kiss on his forehead and wish him sweet dreams.

Seokjin is waiting for you in the hallway, with the baby monitor in your hand as he motions for you to join him in his office.

When you enter the office, Seokjin is already in his chair, his face hidden in his large palms, and your heart immediately sinks to your stomach. You haven’t seen Seokjin this distraught since his failed blind dates set up by Namjoon.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, setting the baby monitor on the desk before going around to your boyfriend. He sighs heavily before raising his head.

“He called you mom,” he spits the word like it’s vile. 

“Jin, this happens often with children. I’ll talk to him when he wakes up,” you assure him, but Seokjin shakes his head.

“You’re not his mom and he’s calling you mom. This isn’t right,” Seokjin huffs, a hand carding through his hair. 

You step back.

“I may not be his mother, but I love him as if he were my own. Seokjin, what is going on?!” You can’t help but be hurt. Hadn’t he said he wanted a family with you? Shouldn’t this be a good thing? You weren’t trying to replace his mom, nor would you ever abandon Dae, so what was going on?

“I just don’t want Dae to get confused,” Seokjin says sharply.

“I thought you wanted us to be a family? Wouldn’t you want him to see me as a mother figure?”

“Baby-”

“No, you obviously don’t know what you want. You can’t tell me you want me to have your kids and then get all out of sorts when your son calls me Mommy. What is it you want? Because I can’t take your mixed signals, Jin! Either you want us to be a family or you don’t! I already said I’d talk to him, but what’s so wrong with him calling me his mom? I’ve been here for him for half his life now and I don’t plan on going anywhere! What’s wrong with you?” You can’t help but hiss, stepping out of his office.

“Baby!” Jin calls after you, but you ignore him, heading to Dae’s room to cuddle him. He may not be your biological child, but that didn’t mean you loved him any less. 

It’s awkward.

It’s been two days since your discussion with Seokjin. Your feelings are still hurt by his harsh words and tone. You’d tried your best to be normal around Dae, but you could tell he was noting the tense atmosphere.

You’d taken to sleeping with Dae or in the guest room, something Seokjin had protested the first night, but let it go when you glared at him. 

Seokjin felt bad, and he apologized when Dae had gone to bed that night, but you couldn’t forgive him just yet. He’d hurt you and you needed some space. You tried your best to plan Dae-Hyun’s birthday party, spending your days planning and calling businesses to book them for the day of his party.

“We’re going to my mom’s for a bit,” Seokjin announces when he walks into the kitchen with Dae-Hyun in his arms. For a few seconds, Dae wiggles in his father’s arms before Seokjin sets him down. His son doesn’t hesitate to run to you, your arms open and ready to welcome him in. 

“Come here, baby.” You press a kiss on his head. “Are you gonna have fun tonight?”

“Can you come too?” Dae asks as he hugs you close. 

“Not this time, buddy. I got secret birthday stuff to do,” you whisper, kissing his cheek as he giggles. 

“It’s almost my birthday, right? We’re having a party!” He exclaims as he runs back to Seokjin. He takes his dad’s hand, waving as he talks about his party and the cake.

Seokjin gives you one last look before he heads out of the kitchen with his son. You watch them go, sighing as you shake your head in a poor attempt to clear it.

Papers lay scattered on the kitchen island, most of them were the final decisions for the party. You’d chosen invitations with Dae, showing them to Seokjin for approval, but he had said he’d love whatever you chose for the party.

The little T-Rex on the sample invitation stared back at you, Five-a-Saurus. 

Cute.

Sighing, you hope you can have a serious discussion with Seokjin to find out where you both stand. You had honestly believed you were heading toward marriage and what about all that talk about being a family and expanding it? How would that work if he didn’t want Dae to see you as his mom? Had you done something to make him think you weren’t up to par? 

You needed to get this cleared up as soon as possible.

Seokjin’s been at his parent's home for an hour now, making small talk and whatnot until his father takes Dae to the backyard to play. Seokjin waits until his son is completely distracted before turning to his mother. 

“I don’t know what to do, Mom,” Seokjin sighs, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he watches his son through the glass door playing with his dad. He had explained the entire conversation with his mother over text this morning, nearly in tears as he asked to come over to see her.

“You can’t let one bad experience haunt you for the rest of your life, Jin. So what if Lena didn’t want to be a mom? It’s her loss. She can’t keep you from loving someone else. Has Y/n ever given you a reason not to trust her?” Seokjin’s mom asks. 

“Well… no?”

“She loves you and Dae so much. Anyone could see that. She loves both of you so much, and that’s all I could ever ask for. It broke my heart when Lena walked out. She left Dae without a mother and then Y/n walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. There’s no doubt about it, son, she’s in it for the long haul. She treats Dae like her own, and she loves you immensely. Even I can see that,” she chuckles, placing her hand over her son’s. 

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Seokjin asks, feeling remorseful.

“Language!” His mother exclaims but nods. “You fucked up.”

Seokjin knows it must be true. This is the first time he’s ever heard his mother cuss, so he knows he totally fucked up, and now he’s got to fix it. 

“Can you keep Dae for tonight? I’ve got a lot of groveling to do.” Seokjin rises from his stool, the stool screeches against the floor. 

“Sure, call when you can,” his mother calls after him as he rushes out to the backyard, kissing his son’s forehead and promising to get him in the morning. 

Dae is ecstatic to be spending the night with his grandma and grandpa, knowing he’s in for a day of being spoiled and maybe ice cream for dinner.   

“Baby, I’m home!” Seokjin calls as he shuts the door after him, careful with the bouquet he had picked up on his way home.

“In the kitchen!” you call back, sending the last email you needed for Dae’s party. Dates were confirmed with the bakery, the party supply store, and the caterer. You felt lighter now that most of the party is taken care of and despite your fight with Seokjin, you’re hoping he’ll like everything you’ve picked out for Dae.

Seokjin is timid as he steps into the kitchen. You glance up from your laptop, raising a brow when you see the bouquet in his hands.

“What’s up?” you ask cautiously.

Seokjin bites his lips. “I wanted to apologize for how I reacted the other day and for what I said. I was out of line, and you’re right, I was sending mixed signals.”

You remain silent, shutting your laptop to give your boyfriend your undivided attention. 

“The truth is, I got scared.” Seokjin pauses, licking his lips as he crosses the room. He lays the flowers on the kitchen island. “Dae’s never called anyone mommy, and I got scared you’d leave like she did.”

“Seokjin,” you start, but he stops you. He shakes his hair out of his eyes as he inhales deeply. You rise from your seat, going around the island to take his face in your hands, his eyes locked on yours.

“I’m not her, Seokjin. I love you and I love Dae. I’m here to stay, but I need you to be in this with me. You and Dae can decide what he calls me. He can call me mom or he can call me by my name. I love him as my own and I want to give him siblings someday, but I need you to be sure of what you want, Seokjin. I know I’m not Dae’s mom, I know. I’m here to be your partner, to be there for Dae, and to build a life with you if you’ll have me. But we need to be on the same page, Jin.” you say as you stroke his cheeks.

Seokjin nods, a hard feat when you’re cradling his face in your hands. “I’ll talk to him, baby. I’ll do what he says and I am sorry for what I said and for the way I reacted. I do want us to be a family and you’ve done nothing but love us from the get-go. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jin.”

Seokjin hadn’t taken your fight lightly. That same day, he had scheduled an appointment with a therapist to work through his issues. He didn’t want to start a marriage (in the future) with doubts and insecurities hanging over his head.

He’d allowed Dae to stay the night at his parent’s house while the two of you went over his birthday party timeline. You were excited to show off everything, giggling when Seokjin would say he liked what you picked out.

That night, Seokjin takes you out to dinner, apologizing again as he holds your hand in his. He delicately strokes your ring finger, imagining what it would be like with an engagement ring. He flushes. He truly was lucky to have you in his life, and he wouldn’t let this relationship fizzle because of him.

“Tomorrow we’ll pick up Dae and ask what he wants to call you,” Seokjin whispers as he leads you to your bedroom, his hand in yours as he loosens his tie.

“I think that’s a great idea,” you agree as you take your earrings off and place them on the dresser along with your pearl necklace. 

Seokjin approaches you, looking at your reflection in the mirror as his arms wind around your waist. His lips press a kiss on your shoulder and you move your hair out of the way to allow him more room. 

“I love you,” he murmurs against your soft skin. His large hands grip your hips and squeeze. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to us. You know that, right?”

You smile. “You know I feel the same way, right?”

Slowly, Seokjin kisses his way to your neck. His hands move over your body to your zipper, where he pulls it down enough for your dress to fall forward. He’s pleasantly surprised to see you’re not wearing a bra when he meets your eyes in the mirror.

“Oh?” he raises a brow as his fingertips brush your skin. 

“Figured there would be make-up sex,” you shrug with a smirk as you turn to face him. Seokjin wastes no time in kissing you, his hands cradling your face as your fingers work on taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.

Fiery kisses meet your neck as his hands grip the back of your thighs to lift you onto the dresser. Your fingers run through his hair, tugging on it to pull him into a kiss that leaves you vibrating. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips and you moan softly against him.

You want to savor him, take things slowly but you’re also in need of a rough, quick fuck that makes your eyes roll back. 

Panting, Seokjin presses his forehead to yours, almost as if reading your mind when you get off the dresser.

Turning you quickly, your palms grip the edge of the dresser as Seokjin hikes your dress up to bunch at your hips. With a lightning-like quickness, Seokjin is undressed and the head of his cock is pressed to your wet folds.

“Oh, fuck,” he curses. Seokjin’s forehead rests on your shoulder. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he stares intently at you for a moment before he turns your head and his lips capture yours in a deep kiss that leaves you breathless when it ends. 

Seokjin grips your hips, moaning into your skin as you tighten around him, his hand between your thighs rubbing your clit. 

You tremble beneath him, his name escaping you repeatedly until you’re falling apart for him. 

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he grunts, moaning your name as he cums right after you. 

“Fuck,” you groan as you try to hold yourself up on shaky hands. Seokjin chuckles, kissing your shoulder before he pulls out. 

“I love you,” he states as he looks at your reflection in the mirror. You lace your fingers with him, squeezing them. “I love you too.”

You were running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off, a weird expression but it seemed to fit the mood. 

Dae-Hyun was at his grandparents' home. He had spent the night so he wouldn’t see the preparations for his birthday party in a few short hours.  

Seokjin had a therapy appointment in the morning but he would be back in plenty of time to help set up and welcome the caterer and decorator. You were handling the cake delivery, moving everything in the fridge to make room for the three-layer cake you had ordered. 

You hadn’t slept much last night, too stressed about everything going right today. You wanted everything to be perfect for Dae-Hyun. 

“Baby, I’m home!” Seokjin calls as he shuts the front door and you inform him you’re in the kitchen. 

He appears moments later with a grin and a large bouquet. “I knew you’d be freaking out over the party so I got you these.”

Your heart melts, thanking him with a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you, babe. It’s my first party for Dae and I need everything to be perfect for him,” you pout. 

“It will be. Relax,” Jin chuckles. “Just let me know what you need me to do.”

“Have a look at the cake,” You tell him as you grab a vase and fill it with water for your flowers. Seokjin does as he’s told, grinning when he sees the dinosaur cake sitting on a shelf. 

“Oh, he’s gonna love it! Hell, I love it! That’s the coolest birthday cake I’ve ever seen!” Seokjin is smiling from ear to ear. He knew you’d throw an amazing party for Dae and he hopes as the day goes on, you’ll be able to enjoy it. 

“Guests will be here in three hours and Dae in one. Your mom will get him dressed and he’ll have time on the bounce house before everyone shows up,” you inform Seokjin. 

“Awesome,” Seokjin nods. The doorbell rings and the decorator shows up with her team. They get to work and in less than two hours, your home is decorated to the brim, the main focus being the backyard and kitchen. 

The caterer shows up shortly after and Seokjin finishes preparing the last of the goody bags. 

Dae-Hyun comes running straight to your arms and you cover his eyes with a laugh. 

“You little Rugrat,” you scolded playfully. “You weren’t supposed to come in here yet.”

“He’s a quick one,” Mrs. Kim chuckles as she enters the kitchen with her husband. A gift bag is looped on her wrist and she sets it on the gift table at the opposite end of the kitchen. 

“I wanna see,” Dae whines and you exchange a look with Seokjin as you both head out into the backyard. Excitement fills your body as you count down from three and move your hand off Dae’s eyes. 

“Wow!” Dae is in awe as he looks around the backyard. There’s a giant bounce house and decorations all around. There’s an area where the kids can dig for “fossils” and another where they can learn about dinosaurs and make their dinosaur masks. And of course, Dae’s playground where kids can run around all day. 

Dae grabs your hand, pulling you to the bounce house. Seokjin follows the two of you, laughing when Dae urges you into the bounce house with him. You hold his hand and jump with him for a bit. 

“Mom!” He squeals and you grin. After your talk with Seokjin. The two of you had sat down with Dae-Hyun and allowed him to choose what he’d call you. Dae had immediately wanted to call you mom, and that was that. Seokjin was grateful he hadn’t ruined your relationship with his panicked outburst and he was working on his issues with his therapist. He was doing well and he knew someday he’d want you to be his wife. To spend the rest of your lives together. 

“Come on, Dae, Mommy has to go change!” Seokjin exclaims and Dae pouts. 

“Do you want Daddy in here while I change?” You ask Dae as you stop jumping. Dae nods and Seokjin looks at the bounce house entrance. 

“Babe, I don’t think my shoulders will make it through,” he states with worry.

You cackle, dropping to your knees to open the entrance a little more for your boyfriend’s wide-ass shoulders. He thanks you as he slithers in with a grunt from the struggle. 

“I don’t think this was made for adults,” he comments as he tries to stand and ends up falling and bouncing Dae in the process. You shake your head, scooping up Dae-Hyun. 

“You watch out for Daddy, okay?” You press a kiss on Dae’s forehead before heading out. Dae stomps to his father, who is struggling to stand before giving up and sitting in the middle while Dae hops from one end to the other, his laughter filling the bounce house.  

By the time the party is in full swing, you’re busy playing host while Seokjin tries to get you to enjoy yourself. His parents have taken the time to help out and yours have arrived shortly after. They both dote on Dae-Hyun, and he hugs them tightly before he runs off with children from his preschool. 

You’ve met a few of the parents, speaking more to the ones whose children have taken an interest in Dae. A few of the mothers eye Seokjin longer than necessary and you bite back your jealousy knowing he’s yours. Nobody would take your little family away from you. You wouldn’t allow it and neither would Seokjin.  

When it’s time to cut the cake, Dae-Hyun is speechless as he sees Seokjin carefully carrying it outside to the table. Dae stares at it with huge eyes, fingertip gently touching one of the dinosaurs. He claps his hands when Seokjin lights the candles and you make sure none of the kids are close enough to ruin your son’s moment. You guard him, and Seokjin bites back a smile as he stands beside you. Mrs. Kim is taking picture after picture while her husband films on his phone. 

“Make a wish,” you whisper to Dae, who closes his eyes and makes his wish before blowing out the candles. Cheers and applause fill the backyard as Seokjin cuts the cake, handing the first slice to his son before the caterer whisks the cake back into the kitchen to cut it and her staff serve it to the guests. 

Dae-Hyun takes off running with his friends after he’s had cake and you're wary as he enters the bounce house. 

“That seems like a bad idea,” you whisper. Seokjin agrees as he scoops his son out of the bounce house with his friends. They protest but are soon occupied with Mr. Kim in a T-Rex inflatable costume as he chases the kids around the yard. 

You laugh as you watch from the sidelines with Seokjin at your side, his hand on your lower back. He kisses the top of your head, “Thank you for doing this. It’s the most I’ve seen him smile.”

“I’ve got bigger plans for next year,” you admit with a shy smile. Seokjin shakes his head, smiling. “I knew you would. Care to share?”

“Nope,” you stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Ever the tease,” he snickers, kissing your cheek. 

“I think it’s time we handed out the goody bags and sent everyone home,” you state as the kids start falling asleep on their parents' lap after a while. 

“I think you’re right, baby,” Seokjin agrees as he steps away to thank everyone for coming. A lot of the parents are grateful, taking their children who are worn out from all the fun and sugar to go straight to bed. 

Your parents and Seokjin’s are the last to leave, offering to help clean up but you’ve got a cleaning service stopping by tomorrow to take care of it. Dae comes straight to you, his head on your shoulder and his eyes barely open. 

Seokjin kisses his cheek, smiling when he wipes some frosting off his son’s face. “Well, he’ll be sleeping through the night.”

“Definitely,” you agree as you take him upstairs to bed. You change him into his pajamas, promising to open his presents in the morning when he’s more alert. He dozed off within minutes and soon you’re back downstairs with Seokjin. 

“Is he asleep?” He asks as he places the leftover food in the fridge. He had encouraged the guests to take home plates of food and cake but there was still a bit left over. 

“Passed out. He ran around a lot today. He can use the bounce house tomorrow for a bit before they come to pick it up,” you inform Seokjin.  

“He loves that thing. Me? Not so much,” Seokjin grimaces as he rubs his shoulder. 

You walk closer to him, your arms draped over his shoulders. “Does it hurt?”

“Nothing you can’t fix with those pretty lips of yours,” Seokjin teases. You smack his back lightly and his laughter fills the kitchen before he turns to face you. 

“Thank you for today. Dae-Hyun had the time of his life,” Seokjin says seriously. His hands grip your hips as he holds you close. 

“You don’t have to thank me, babe. I would have done it regardless. I love him,” You respond as you take his hands in yours. “I love you too.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

“But I’m not tired,” you protest. 

Seokjin smirks. “Neither am I.”

“Nope! I h-a-t-e it!” You cross your arms over your chest as the car stops. 

“Baby, come on,” Seokjin whines as he unclips his seatbelt. “He’s gonna know you’re nervous.”

You sigh, sucking it up as you get out of the car with a frown. You allow Seokjin to get Dae-Hyun out of the car, taking his hand to lead him into the school. 

You stomp your way up the front steps after them, not wanting to leave Dae-Hyun alone all day. 

“He’ll be fine,” Seokjin assures you as you walk down the hallway to room A-1. Dae is bouncing with excitement, eager to see his friends again after his party. 

Once you reach his classroom, Mrs. Hart welcomes you with a bright smile as she greets Dae. Shyly, Dae greets her before she walks him to one of the tables where his friends sit, all of them waving and greeting him cheerfully. They're having breakfast at the moment and you wish you could stay by his side all day. 

“Come on, love. We can’t stay,” Seokjin reads your mind and you sigh. You blink back the tears that burn at the corner of your eyes and wave gently at Dae. Seokjin is faring slightly better but he clears his throat and takes your hand in his before leaving at Mrs. Hart’s suggestion. 

“We’ll call if we need to,” she promises as she sends the two of you off. 

In the hallway you lose it, stopping near the entrance to cry. Seokjin holds you to his chest, rubbing your back. 

“It’s okay, baby. You can come get him at 2. He’s gonna be okay,” he assured you and you cry until you can’t anymore. Seokjin leads you to the car, grabbing some tissues from the glove box to dab at your eyes. You blow your nose and sanitize your hands after. 

“I miss him already,” You pout. 

“It gets easier,” Seokjin promises. “I miss him too but he can’t be isolated. Me, you, and Mrs. Jenkins can’t be the only ones he sees, baby. He needs his friends.”

“I know you’re right but that doesn’t change the fact that I miss my little buddy,” you sniffle as Seokjin pulls out of his parking spot. He’d taken the morning off for Dae’s first day of school but he’d be back in the office in an hour or so. 

“You know,” Seokjin muses as he drives further and further from the school. “I always thought when this day came, I’d be the one sobbing my eyes out.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whine pitifully and he smiles. 

“I’m not, baby. I just think it’s sweet you care so much about him,” he states as he brings your hand to his lips. “But no, you can’t take him out early on his first day.”

“How did you-?”

“I can read your thoughts, baby,” he laughs as he drives you home. You use the ride home to calm yourself but you’re frowning the moment you walk through the door and realize you’re on your own. 

“It’ll be okay. It’s just a change in routine,” Seokjin assures you before he’s heading out for the office. You sit on the couch after he leaves, turning the TV on and placing your phone on your lap.

You count the hours until you can pick Dae up.

“Mommy!” Dae squeals when he sees you at pick-up. You hug him tight as you take his backpack and carry him out of the classroom. 

“Did you have fun?” You ask as you take him to your car. Now that Dae was in school, Seokjin had suggested he get you a new car and the more you thought about it, the more you considered it. Besides, if Seokjin had plans of making you a (biological) mother, you’d need more space. Which was why you’d be going car shopping this weekend. 

“Luke and Max are my friends!” Dae exclaims as he tells you about his day while you situate him in his car seat. You place his backpack in the footwell and get in the driver's seat. You immediately lock the doors once you’re inside the car, looking in the rearview mirror before you pull out of your spot to head home. 

“And tomorrow we get to play outside!” Dae cheered.

“That sounds fun!” You exclaim as you turn into your neighborhood. “Do you want a snack when we get home?”

“I ate at school,” he assures you as he tells you what his snack was as you pull into the driveway. You listen intently, helping him out of his seat before grabbing his backpack and leading him inside the home. He greets Mrs. Jenkins, filling her in about his day at school. She listens intently, asking questions about all his friends while you sit on a stool and text Seokjin. 

[You]: got my little buddy back!

[Seokjin 🥵]: good! I’m wrapping things up here so I’ll be home soon. We can get dinner later

You agree before placing your phone down. Mrs. Jenkins ruffles Dae’s hair before he runs off to the living room to play. 

Mrs. Jenkins gives you a warm smile. “It gets easier.”

And it does get easier as the days turn into weeks and months. You still get sad when you drop him off and you’ve been picking up new hobbies now that you’ve got the time but none of them seem to stick. 

Pilates and yoga weren’t for you. You tried jogging, archery and badminton. Tennis, soccer, volleyball, and hockey. Jujitsu, Karate, and kickboxing, that one was Jin’s least favorite. He hated seeing you bruised after a few sessions. 

You then switched to knitting, embroidery, painting, and pottery but you quickly realized you weren’t good with your hands outside the bedroom. So you turned to baking and decorating but that proved to be a challenge and you soon ended up back on your tablet and TV, binge-watching every show you could find to keep yourself occupied. 

Seokjin tried his best to help find something you’d enjoy that wouldn’t put you in harm's way but everything seemed to be challenging and you quickly lost interest. 

“What about party planning?” Seokjin suggested one night while Dae was asleep on your chest. 

“Party planning?” You asked, puzzled. 

“Yeah,” Seokjin nodded. “You did a fantastic job with Dae’s. What if you did it part-time on the side? Start small with friends and family and build yourself up from there if you’d like.”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “I wouldn’t have a lot of time for Dae.”

Seokjin blinks before laughing, stopping when his son stirs in your hold. 

“My parents' anniversary is coming up. I’m sure my mom would love some help,” Jin offers, and you give in. 

“I’ll give it a chance,” you agree hesitantly. 

And slowly you build your little business. It starts with a few parties, but soon word of mouth gets you booked and busy. You only work when Dae’s in school, and limit the amount of weekends you can attend the parties you plan to make sure they run smoothly. You’re not sure if it’s a career you want to do long term, but you enjoy it when Dae’s at school.

“We’re going away for the weekend,” Seokjin announces on a Friday evening. 

“Last minute?” You ask as you grab a duffel bag. Seokjin nods.

“I think we should go to the beach house. My parents have one nearby and Dae can stay with us or them if he chooses.”

“Hmmm?” You muse as you pack your bag. “Suspicious.”

Seokjin laughs. “How is that suspicious? You said you wanted to go back with Dae?”

“I do, but It’s out of nowhere,” you reply as you grab your toiletries.

“Work has been a bitch,” Seokjin admits. “I just want to relax at the beach with my girl and my son.”

“Fair enough,” you give in as you finish packing your bag. Seokjin has his ready to go along with Dae’s and he’s soon carrying them down the stairs and into the car. 

Your new car is a shiny black SUV with 3 rows of seats that you insisted were too many. Seokjin, however, had pulled you aside and promised to fill every single one with one of your babies. You bit your lip and met his smoldering gaze, thighs pressed together as heat flushed over your body. 

Seokjin smirked knowingly, licking his lips as he stepped away to talk to the salesman. And that had been that.

“Do we have everything?” You ask as you get into the passenger seat. Seokjin straps Dae into his car seat, nodding as he finishes and gets in the driver’s seat. 

“Yes, baby. I got the sunblock and all his toys and extra clothes, just in case. Anything else we can buy,” Jin assures you as he starts the car. “My parents left this morning so they’ll be there already.”

“Okay.” you yawn as you lean against the window. You try your best to stay awake, but soon you and Dae-Hyun are asleep.

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[vexomn]

Stop I know 499 was depressing and OBVIOUSLY Im sad but Vins dad????? sir please 🙏

The fact that Vins dad also wears sunglasses also does it for me sob father like son im crying

IMAGINE VIN AND HIS DAD SHOPPING FOR NICE SUNGLASSES TOGETHER SSTTTTOOOPP waiting for the happy ending ptj

[heeheeehaw]

I'm glad that Nie Mingjue gave us the hot dilf energy we needed considering it wasn't looking too good with Jin guangshan, lan qiren and jiang fengmian as our other competitors

[downbad4yoongi]

Love Blooms | KSJxJHS

🌸Fic Pairing: Jin x Hoseok

🌸Rating: MA

🌸Genre: divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut

🌸Summary: Divorced and lost, Jin grapples with self-discovery and single fatherhood. Then, sunshine arrives in the form of Hoseok, helping him explore his desires and build a found family. Their love faces challenges - ex-wife drama, societal disapproval - but together they prove love and acceptance can bloom even in unexpected gardens. 

⚠️eventual smut, homophobia, custody battle, gay sex, divorce

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (coming soon)

Chapter Six (coming soon)

Chapter Seven (coming soon)

Chapter Eight (coming soon)

Chapter Nine (coming soon)

This work is a part of @btsfests Daddy's Home fest.

Special thanks to @colormepurplex2 for brainstorming this idea with me and creating my banner.

Check out my beta readers: @lunarelle1013, @colormepurplex2, @mrsparkjimin18

Check out my Masterlist.

As always this is crossposted to AO3.

[unfortunatelycake]

Thinking of blorbos again.

Didn’t include LQR or LWJ because adoptive daddy LWJ would win too easily. And if I don’t include him on grounds that he’s not a biological father, I can’t include LQR either.

Of course adoptive & foster fathers are 10000% valid dads, and sometimes better than the kid’s biological one. So definitely not knocking adoption or fostering. Just don’t want poll results massively skewed in favour of one of the main characters! I just wanna run this poll focusing on some of the other dad characters lol

Reblog for bigger sample size, to support your fave DILF, and because that’s what we do on tunglr dot com

Will be making a MILF version too of course :3

[barbiehobi]

[🐿️🐹🐱]

hobi and his new shorts

twt post: here

[gothsuguru]

Friend the yuuji/sukuna twin allegations aren’t true anymore it’s over…. it’s so over

OMFG??? THIS IS CRAZY BC WHAT DO THEY MEAN THAT JIN ITADORI IS SUKUNA’S TWIN?:&:!/&/&! EVERYONE WAS SO HYPED ABOUT THE YUJI/SUKUNA TWIN THEORY OMFG WHAT DO WE DO NOW 😭

[danieyells]

the best part of the hotarubi chapter was seeing Dante shirtless (the chapter wasn't bad but…look at this man)

i loved the chapter because I love worldbuilding and character stuff hahaha but yeah getting shirtless dante was a very welcome surprise.

poor thirsty anon. we are so far off from getting the professors as units and being able to text them or something

would you like to kiss his booboos better? sadly dante would discourage you from your feelings, but that wouldn't stop you.

(But yeah I did give a little cheer at the sight of his chest--I was a little disappointed it wasn't more gruesome considering how strong Alan's supposed to be and how he made it sound like he really demolished the guy like c'mon you really could've had him looking a mess!! but i guess that'd make whatever's going on more obvious or dubious or something. . . .)

[nako-doodles]

every month of 2022 🎉

Link a creation from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some creators you love!

i was tagged by truly some of the best cc's on this hellsite @anpanmann @astronautjin @avizou @kithtaehyung @rumue @sopekooks to do this lil tag so make sure to check theirs out 💜 thank you for making my 2022 so amazing and heres to an even better 2023 ✨🎊😚

wow uh this year was surprisingly productive, learning a new animation software, making an insta for my pixelly creations, fulfilling my new years resolution of making sthing for everyones bday 🥺🥰✨ thank you for writing such cute tags under my posts and supporting me for this past year! ive truly adored reading every single one of them and have been making heart eyes at yall from my lil blanket cave 💜🥰🥺

jinuary: jin the vogue

sopebruary: hobchwita | skirtgi

minch: tangyoonrine | flower cryoon

jinpril: dilf i mean ptdos seokjin

junebut day: gotta catch em all boyscouts

jhopely: hobipalooza

auggukst: vampire kookie

joontember: sunflowers and namtitties

chimtober: chaos chimmon

tearsvember: asjinaut TT

moretearscember: our eggie touchstone | tvrnip head | jinnies room

i know im very late but i wanna see @heybaetae @hobeah @jung-koook @namchyoon @rkivedfiles @rosebowl @taee @usertae @userjungkook97 @yooboobies 2022 in review bc i am a simply a simp. what can i say? 💜✨

i cant wait to see what everyone creates in 2023 labyuuuu💖✨😚

[hanakihan]

cracked NSFW idea in comedic way though because me and friends were drunk

So anyway jinwoo gets his own yt channel where he reviews good and bad hentai manga either in aesthetic appreciation of straight up losing his mind of how bad it is (he doesn’t openly say what’s happens of shows too nsfw panels but he does it in comedic way with completely straight face while wearing a face mask and overall having his own aesthetic)

and like channel becomes a niche and very few actually connect that cool cold handsome hunter sung and this energetic full of humor and existential crisis hentai reviewer

and then there’s jinchul just accidentally starting to watch one of the videos because he had it in background and it started to play automatically and he doesn’t really care about hentai even though it’s interesting to hear how reviewer talks about it and progressively loses his mind at trashy ones and this channel becomes jinchul’s guilty pleasure because you can turn off your brain and appreciate a reviewer and their jokes

and then memes arise and imagine that awkward absolutely weird moment when jinwoo and jinchul are in same room and then jinchul references one of the channel memes with others not understanding context but finding it funny and jinwoo choking on his drink while sweating nervously

and with knowledge that jinchul is watching his channel jinwoo also starts to review stuff that either references it or straight up trolls jinchul’s work (like you know those office hentai doujinshi and stuff)

/and then they have sex and jinwoo does or says something and jinchul goes full nerd way like ‘oh did you just referenced that quote from your 37th review?’ and jinwoo just stops like ‘are you fucking seriously—‘

[tavina-writes]

HERE I have thoughts about Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong and Huang Rong's childhood because I am ALWAYS brainrotting about how like, HYS had SO MUCH trauma re: the death of his wife Feng Heng. But he has never once blamed his daughter OR traumatized her in any way. Huang Rong is quite literally the last (1) shred of his sanity and the only reason he's still alive! (The narrator even tells us this at one point.)

Originally, Huang Rong was the Peach Blossom Island Master Huang Yaoshi's only daughter. Before giving birth to her, her mother had a turn for the worse, which caused her to be physically and mentally exhausted, leading to her death soon after a difficult labor. Huang Yaoshi had a fit afterwards, expelling all his disciples from the island, leaving only the father and the daughter alone there. Huang Yaoshi was called the Eastern Heretic because of his peculiarity of conduct. He often said that the etiquette and customs of the world were all nonsense. His love for his daughter was excessive and he naturally did nothing to control her, thus allowing her to become arrogant and willful. Although she was intelligent, she was not willing to focus her mind on learning martial arts. Her father was actually very proficient in the ying yang five lines, learning these methods from several classics. She was able to learn when still very young but even though her father had already reached a divine level, she was nevertheless unable to go beyond the Peach Blossom Island martial arts basics. One day, she was playing in the island when she came upon her father's enemy imprisoned in the cave. Feeling lonely, she conversed with that person, talking for almost half a day. The person's words were interesting to her so that she often returned, seeking him out only to speak with him, finding relief in that exercise. Afterwards, Huang Yaoshi found out and reproached her severely. Huang Rong had never been beaten or scolded by her father so she reacted with anger and self-pity. Her cunning and unreasonable temperament manifested itself suddenly and she took the boat to escape Peach Blossom Island, thinking that no one cared for her there. Thus, she cut all wish for it and disguised herself as a poor, miserable youth, going in all directions, dissolute, though in her heart she was still with her father. She thought angrily, Since you don't love me, then I will make the world feel most pitiful for a young beggar!" However, she did not expect to meet Guo Jing in Zhangjiakou. At first, she went to the wine shop with him to spend his money and cause a disturbance, intending to lay on him her resentment towards her father. Who would have thought that he would be so dumb with no idea at all, talking with her as though they were old friends and even giving her his horse, showing his concern? She was bitter and lonely, thinking about how she deceived him but he continued to treat her honestly. She was touched. Since then, the two of them became good friends.

When we DO see HYS on page for the first time Huang Rong's internal thoughts go "oh no, I haven't seen dad in a few months but he looks like he aged a decade worrying for me 😭." NOW, HYS had been mad for like maybe (2) days that Rong'er ran away, but then he'd been searching for her for the entire rest of the time. (This also builds on my theory that this man is good at everything in the world except asking for directions bc Rong'er had been running around in the same region as their home (Jiangnan) with a giant painted sign "HI I AM HUANG YAOSHI'S SPOILED CONWOMAN DAUGHTER" for months on end as well.)

At a completely different point in this book, the narrator tells us that HYS built a suicide boat to sink himself and his wife's jade coffin to the bottom of the ocean and he repainted this boat every year, but could neither bear to leave Rong'er to be raised by servants OR take her onto the boat with her parents so he kept putting off his suicide boating and vowed to go boating only after Rong'er was grown up and married and didn't need a dad anymore. (At one point during the novel he is lied to and told that Rong'er died at sea and this man has a full on hysterical mental breakdown while screaming at the sky.)

There are SO MANY lines in this book where it's like "because he was looking at his beloved daughter, he could not help but be happy anyway!" and "oh the huangs are hugging again" and "Guo Jing (erroneously) thinks that Rong'er's dad must be the best guy on the planet bc Rong'er is so wonderful."

(also lolsob uh, in HSDS we learn that he finally DID go suicide boating after hearing that his daughter's entire family died at Xiangyang. Guo Xiang comes to her grandfather's house on Peach Blossom Island and there's a line of "and the docks were empty, all of the boats had gone.")

[theinfinitedivides]

anyway if you wouldn't let daddy cop throw you around on that roof you're either 1. a liar or 2. a lesbian. in the latter's case we love sapphics in this house, kisses to all of you, go your merry way. in the former i need you to see the vision

[downbad4yoongi]

Love Blooms | Chapter Three

🌸Fic Pairing: Jin x Hoseok 🌸Rating: MA 🌸Genre: divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut 🌸WC: 8854

⚠implied homophobia, smut

Jin was sorting through Eun-Ji's colorful array of drawing pencils when the soft chime of the doorbell interrupted the tranquility of the afternoon. He glanced at the clock, wondering who could be visiting unannounced in the middle of the day. With a pencil still in hand, he strode to the door and opened it to reveal Soo-Min standing on his doorstep, her arms crossed and her brows knitted in an all-too-familiar disapproving furrow.

"May I come in?" she asked without preamble, her voice carrying an edge that hinted at the storm brewing behind her eyes.

"Of course," Jin replied, stepping aside to allow her entry. The light-heartedness that had been floating through the apartment seemed to condense into a thick tension as Soo-Min entered.

As they settled in the living room, the soft cushions of the couch contrasted with the hardness of the conversation that was about to unfold. Soo-Min wasted no time. "I heard about your... friend," she said, the pause before 'friend' loaded with disapproval. "Hoseok, is it?"

Jin nodded, his grip tightening around the forgotten pencils, the rainbow hues now gripped in a white-knuckled hand. "Yes, Hoseok."

"I don't think it's appropriate for Eun-Ji to be around that," Soo-Min continued sharply. "I want you to keep him away from our daughter."

Jin's throat tightened. This was the moment he had feared, the confrontation he had hoped to avoid. He studied the rug's pattern underfoot, tracing the woven threads as if they could guide him to the right words. He wanted to stand up for Hoseok, for himself, but the thought of Eun-Ji being caught in the middle pulled at him like an anchor.

"Look, Soo-Min," Jin began, his voice measured, though the slight tremor betrayed his inner turmoil. "Hoseok is a good person. He cares about Eun-Ji, and she likes him. I wouldn't let anyone near her if I thought they'd do her harm."

Soo-Min pursed her lips, her gaze sharp enough to slice through his defenses. Jin felt the weight of her stare pressing down on him with all the gravity of their shared past. Yet, despite the pressure, something within him refused to bend completely—a newfound resolve inspired by Hoseok's own unyielding authenticity.

"Jin, I'm not questioning his character," Soo-Min retorted. "But think about the kind of influences—"

"Isn't it more important to teach Eun-Ji about love and acceptance?" Jin cut in, the heat of his conviction rising to his cheeks. He could feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against his ribcage, yet he held her gaze, his own firm and unwavering.

“Love, yes,” Soo-Min countered, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. “But there’s a societal norm—”

“A norm that’s changing, Soo-Min,” Jin interjected, his voice gaining strength. “Eun-Ji will grow up in a world where love comes in all shapes and sizes. Shouldn’t we prepare her for that reality instead of clinging to outdated ideas?”

Soo-Min’s mouth thinned into a line, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her eyes. The air grew thick with tension. The only sound was their ragged breaths. Jin watched her closely, a silent plea in his gaze.

“It’s not about outdated ideas, Jin,” Soo-Min finally said, her voice quieter now. “It’s about what I think is best for Eun-Ji.”

Jin leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “And what’s best for Eun-Ji is to have happy, accepting parents. What message does it send her if we can’t celebrate love, even if it’s different from what we expected?”

Soo-Min remained silent, her gaze dropping to the coffee table for a moment. They sat there, locked in silent contention, the air between them thick with unsaid words and unacknowledged fears. Jin's fingers relaxed around the pencils, a patchwork of color now etched onto his palm. He watched Soo-Min closely, noting the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, the slight quiver in her perspective.

The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of unresolved emotions. Jin watched Soo-Min, hoping to see a crack in her disapproval, a flicker of understanding. Finally, she sighed, a long, weary exhale.

“Look, Jin,” she said, her voice tight, “I won’t pretend to be happy about this. It’s…difficult for me to wrap my head around.”

Jin softened slightly. He knew change, especially regarding deeply held beliefs, could be a slow process. “I understand,” he admitted. “This is new for both of us. But can we at least agree on one thing?”

Soo-Min raised an eyebrow, a silent question.

“Eun-Ji’s happiness is our top priority,” Jin pressed on. “Regardless of who I’m dating, wouldn’t you want them to feel comfortable and accepted?”

Soo-Min hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Of course. But there’s a difference between accepting someone and exposing Eun-Ji to… a lifestyle that might confuse her.”

Jin chose his words carefully. “Maybe it wouldn’t confuse her. Maybe it would just be normal. Kids are more accepting than we give them credit for. What if, by seeing a healthy, loving relationship between Hoseok and me, she learns that love is love, no matter what?”

Soo-Min didn’t respond immediately, worry etching lines on her forehead. “Maybe,” she conceded finally, the word laced with doubt.

Jin saw an opening. “How about this? Before you jump to conclusions, why don’t you meet Hoseok? Get to know him as a person, not just my partner. Maybe then you’ll see there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Soo-Min’s lips pressed into a thin line. The suggestion hung in the air, a challenge and an olive branch all at once. The conversation wouldn’t change her mind overnight, but Jin had planted a seed. Now, he had to wait and see if it would take root.

“Jin,” she finally began, her voice low, “you know I can’t guarantee anything. But…” she paused, taking a deep breath. “For Eun-Ji’s sake, I’m willing to try. But,” her voice hardened slightly, “don’t expect miracles.”

A flicker of relief washed over Jin. It wasn’t acceptance, but it was a concession, a willingness to consider. “That’s all I ask. Just an open mind.”

“When?” she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“How about next weekend?” Jin suggested, hoping to capitalize on the tentative truce. “We could all grab lunch together. Casual, no pressure.”

Soo-Min considered this for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her eyes. Finally, she nodded curtly. “Fine. Next weekend.”

The agreement lay between them, fragile and uncertain. Jin knew this was just the beginning, a small step towards a future that remained unclear. But for now, the possibility of acceptance, for both Hoseok and Eun-Ji’s sake, was enough to spark a flicker of hope within him.

The door clicked softly behind Soo-Min as she left, her parting words echoing in Jin's mind like the fading resonance of a struck bell. He sank back against the kitchen counter, the cool tile somehow grounding him amidst the storm of emotions brewing within. His gaze drifted over to Eun-Ji's crayon masterpieces on the refrigerator—an array of vibrant expressions of joy and innocence.

"Love and acceptance," Jin murmured again, but this time the mantra seemed to crumble under the weight of Soo-Min's disapproval. The air felt heavier, tinged with self-doubt that crept into his thoughts, clouding his once-clear conviction. What if she was right? What if his choices were selfish? What if Hoseok's presence did more harm than good?

"Damn it," he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. It wasn't just anger that furrowed his brow, but an acute sadness too—sadness for the struggle that had become a tightrope walk between personal happiness and parental responsibility.

Clutching his phone, Jin hesitated a moment before dialing Jimin's number. He needed a friend, a confidant—a lifeline. The call connected, and hearing the familiar click signified more than just a connection; it was an opening to a sanctuary.

"Hey, Jimin," Jin began, the words tumbling out in a torrent. "I need... I just need someone to talk to."

"Spill it," came Jimin's immediate response, his voice a warm embrace in the chill of Jin's doubts.

So Jin did. He recounted every detail of Soo-Min's unexpected visit, each word of her disapproval, how it made him feel like a small boat caught in a squall, unmoored and directionless.

"Jin, you're overthinking this," Jimin interjected gently after a lengthy pause, his calmness a stark contrast to the tempest in Jin's mind. "You know your heart. You know Eun-Ji. That's what matters."

"Is it enough, though?" Jin's voice was barely above a whisper as he confessed his deepest insecurities.

"More than enough," Jimin affirmed, with the confidence of someone who had faced his own battles and emerged stronger. "Eun-Ji is lucky to have you. And as for Hoseok, if he makes you happy, then that's a happiness Eun-Ji will see—and learn from. Isn't that the kind of influence we want for our kids?"

Jin let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, feeling the knot of tension in his chest begin to unravel. Jimin's words weren't just comforting—they were a reminder of the power of authenticity, of the courage it took to live one's truth.

"Thanks, Jimin," Jin said, a smile creeping onto his lips despite the lingering echo of Soo-Min's words. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably grow a mustache and start wearing socks with sandals," Jimin teased, his dry wit a welcome lighthearted jab that punctured the gloom hanging over Jin.

"Never," Jin chuckled, feeling a sense of normalcy return. The conversation with Jimin had acted as a balm, soothing the raw edges of his worries. Love and acceptance—it wasn't just a mantra. It was a path forward, one Jin resolved to walk with his head held high.

The fairy lights strung across the patio twinkled like fallen stars, casting a warm glow over the bistro table. Hoseok pulled out Jin’s chair with a flourish, the smile on his face as bright as the lights overhead.

“Thanks for suggesting this place,” Jin said, settling into the seat. The quaint Italian restaurant boasted a cozy atmosphere and even cozier seating, perfect for a quiet date night.

“My pleasure,” Hoseok replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Though, the real thanks should go to me for scoring a reservation.” He winked, a playful glint in his eye.

Jin chuckled, a blush creeping up his neck. “Smooth, Hoseok. Very smooth.”

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, broken only by the soft murmur of conversation and clinking silverware from nearby tables. Jin picked up the menu but found himself more interested in studying Hoseok from under his lashes. The way the fairy lights danced in his hair, the soft smile that never quite seemed to leave his lips - Jin felt a warmth bloom in his chest.

“Having second thoughts about your date?” Hoseok asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Jin snapped his gaze back to the menu, a flustered laugh escaping his lips. “Definitely not. Just, admiring the… ambiance.”

Hoseok’s smile widened. “Well, the ambiance is definitely improved by the company,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But seriously, what catches your eye?”

Jin relaxed a little, the playful banter easing his nerves. They spent the next few minutes discussing the menu, their laughter mingling with the music playing softly in the background. Finally, they placed their orders, a comfortable ease settling between them.

As they waited for their food, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

“So, Hoseok,” Jin began, “tell me about your passion for dance. You mentioned you’re a dancer, right?”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! I’ve been dancing since I was a kid. Mostly street dance and hip hop, but I love exploring different styles too.”

“That’s amazing,” Jin said, genuinely impressed. “Eun-Ji’s been wanting to learn creative skills lately. Maybe dance could be an option.”

Hoseok’s smile widened. “Really? That’s great! I’d be happy to teach her some basic moves sometime. Kids seem to have a natural rhythm, you know.”

They continued talking about dance for a while, Jin sharing stories of his favorite dance movies from his youth, Hoseok explaining the appeal of different dance styles. The conversation then shifted to their dreams.

“So, what about you, Jin?” Hoseok asked. “What are your biggest dreams?”

Jin took a thoughtful sip of his water. “Honestly? My biggest dream right now is to be a good dad to Eun-Ji. But,” he laughed, “there’s another secret I’ve been harboring for a while. I’ve always dreamt of stepping onto the stage and becoming part of a local theater production. The idea of inhabiting a different character and bringing a story to life in front of a live audience is incredibly thrilling to me. Maybe someday I could even take an acting class and see where that journey leads.”

Hoseok’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “That’s amazing, Jin! I could totally see you as a thespian. You should totally go for it. Imagine the look on Eun-Ji’s face if she saw her dad up on stage!”

Jin ducks his head. “Well, would she be the only one watching me on stage?”

“No, she’d definitely have to compete with me for the best seats in the house.”

“I’m sure I can afford two VIP tickets.” Jin laughed, a warm feeling spreading through him. He was enjoying his time with Hoseok, the way they could talk about anything and everything.

When the food arrived, they dug in with gusto, stolen glances, and lingering touches, adding a layer of unspoken intimacy to the meal. With each passing moment, Jin felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Here, bathed in the warm glow of the fairy lights, with Hoseok across from him, everything felt perfect, uncomplicated.

As they finished their dessert, a slow, soulful melody began to play. Hoseok looked at Jin, his gaze warm and inviting. “This song is beautiful,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “I actually have a great sound system at my place. We could listen to the rest of the album there if you’d like.”

Jin felt a blush creep up his neck. The invitation was clear, yet Hoseok had phrased it casually, leaving the decision entirely in Jin’s hands. He met Hoseok’s gaze, a flicker of desire sparking in his chest. “That sounds lovely,” he finally replied, a smile playing on his lips.

Stepping out of the warm glow of the restaurant, the cool night air washed over them. Jin shivered slightly, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. Hoseok, ever observant, noticed the gesture and slipped his own arm around Jin’s shoulders, the warmth of his touch sending a welcome jolt through Jin.

“Here,” Hoseok offered, pulling a beanie out of his pocket. “Looks like you could use this.”

Jin took the hat, the soft knit, a stark contrast to the calloused hands that offered it. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he inhaled the faint scent of citrus and something uniquely Hoseok that made his heart skip a beat.

They walked in a comfortable silence, the rhythmic click of their shoes against the pavement the only sound in the otherwise quiet street. The city lights twinkled above, casting an ethereal glow on their path.

Hoseok’s apartment turned out to be a haven of warm lighting and curated chaos. Records lined the shelves, vibrant paintings and sculptures decorated the space, and a collection of dance trophies sat proudly on a small side table.

Soon, the music from the restaurant started to play softly in the background. Jin turned around, catching Hoseok moving away from the record player. Hoseok poured them each a glass of wine, the clinking of the glasses echoing in the quiet room. They settled onto the worn leather couch, the atmosphere more intimate than the crowded restaurant from earlier.

Jin took a sip, the liquid smooth and warming his throat. He glanced over at Hoseok, who was watching him with a smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken questions.

“This is your space,” Jin finally said, gesturing around the room. “It tells a lot about you.”

Hoseok chuckled, a warm, inviting sound. “It definitely does. A little messy, a little chaotic, but it’s me.”

“I like it.” Jin looks around, slightly confused. “Where’s that cute dog of yours?”

“Oh, Mickey? He’s with my brother, Yoongi. He’ll drop him off sometime tonight or in the morning.”

They sipped on their wine for a while, the music weaving its magic between them. Slowly, the conversation picked up again, this time taking a more personal turn.

“So, Jin,” he began, his voice soft, “tell me about your love life. You mentioned you were married before, but have there been any relationships since then?”

Jin chuckled, a touch of nervousness in his voice. “Honestly, not really. It’s been a bit of an adjustment, you know, getting back into the dating scene after marriage and also coming to terms with the fact that I’m gay.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his expression quickly softened into understanding. “Jin,” he said gently, “it takes a lot of courage to come to terms with your sexuality, especially later in life. I admire your honesty.”

Jin offered a humorless laugh. “Truth is, Soo-Min and I drifted apart long before the divorce. There was just… a disconnect. Maybe because I never truly admitted to myself, or her, that I was only attracted to men.”

“That sounds tough,” Hoseok said sympathetically. “It takes a lot of strength to walk away from a marriage, especially when there’s a child involved.”

Jin appreciated the sentiment. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy. All the fighting was really starting to upset Eun-Ji, and she was walking on eggshells around us.  But Eun-Ji is happy now, and Soo-Min and I are working on co-parenting. That’s the most important thing.”

Hoseok nodded. “So, what are you looking for now in a relationship?”

Jin thought for a moment. “Honestly, I’m just looking for someone who understands me, you know? Someone who I can connect with on a deeper level and who will be a good role model for Eun-Ji. Someone like you, maybe.”

A smile spread across Hoseok’s face, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “I like the sound of that.”

Suddenly, the music shifted to a slow, soulful ballad. Hoseok’s gaze met Jin’s, a silent question hanging in the air. Jin felt his heart skip a beat. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for a physical step forward, but the emotional connection he felt with Hoseok was undeniable.

Hoseok stood up, his eyes searching Jin’s. “May I?” he asked, extending a hand.

Jin hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand in Hoseok’s. The touch sent a jolt through him, a spark of electricity that ignited a dormant fire within. Hoseok pulled him gently to his feet, their bodies close but not touching. He could feel the warmth radiating from Hoseok and smell the faint citrus scent of his cologne.

For a moment, they simply stood there, lost in each other’s gaze. The unspoken tension vibrated between them, a silent question hanging in the air. Then, slowly, Hoseok leaned in, his lips brushing against Jin’s ear.

“This feels right, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down Jin’s spine.

Jin closed his eyes, a single word escaping his lips. “Yes.”

The kiss that followed was slow and tender, a gentle exploration that spoke volumes. Jin’s heart raced as he wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s neck, pulling him closer. The warmth of Hoseok's body against his own felt comforting and familiar despite it being their first real physical contact.

As they broke apart, Jin couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Hoseok’s flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. He had never felt such an intense connection with someone before.

Hoseok took a step back, his hand still lingering on Jin’s waist. “I’m sorry if I overstepped,” he said apologetically.

Jin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “No, it’s okay. I wanted this too.”

A relieved expression crossed Hoseok’s face before he leaned in for another kiss. This one was more urgent and passionate than the last, each movement filled with a desire that had been building between them since the moment they met. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync as they kissed, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. Jin could feel himself getting lost in the sensations, his mind consumed by Hoseok's touch.

When they finally pulled away to catch their breaths, Jin couldn’t help but chuckle at how disheveled they both looked. His hair was mussed up, and a pink flush spread across Hoseok’s cheeks. “This is starting to feel like a teenage make-out session,” Jin said jokingly.

Hoseok laughed along with him before pulling Jin into a tight hug. “I don’t care how old we are,” he mumbled into Jin’s shoulder. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”

Jin smiled against Hoseok's neck before pulling away to look at him. “Me too,” he admitted honestly.

The playful banter died down as their gazes locked again. There was a newfound intensity in the air, the lingering taste of the kiss hanging heavy between them. Jin's hand instinctively reached out, tracing a soft line down Hoseok's cheek.

"Let's go back to the couch," Hoseok murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Jin followed him willingly, the plush cushions sinking beneath their weight. Hoseok settled them in, his body warm and inviting against Jin's side.

This time, the kiss was different. It started slow and deliberate, exploring every corner of each other's lips. Tongues danced, a silent conversation spoken in heated touches. Jin felt a spark ignite within him, a yearning he hadn't known existed.

Hoseok's hands trailed down Jin's back, sending shivers erupting across his skin. His touch was a delicious combination of gentle and firm, igniting a fire that spread through Jin's body. Jin reciprocated, his fingers finding purchase in Hoseok's hair, deepening the kiss further. They explored each other with a newfound urgency, their inhibitions melting away with each touch.

As the heat intensified, Hoseok pulled away slightly, his chest heaving. His eyes, a dark smolder, met Jin's. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "we should slow down a bit."

Jin, breathless and slightly dazed, nodded in agreement. He knew Hoseok was right. This was all so new, so exhilarating, and he didn't want to rush anything. Still, he couldn't help but let out a soft moan of protest when Hoseok's lips migrated down his neck, sending shivers cascading down his spine.

Hoseok chuckled, the sound warm and intimate. "Don't worry," he whispered, placing a feather-light kiss on Jin's collarbone. "There's plenty of time to explore later." He nuzzled closer, wrapping his arm around Jin's waist and pulling him into a comforting embrace.

Jin sighed contentedly, a deep sense of peace settling over him. The physical intimacy had been electrifying, but the feeling of being held close by Hoseok, feeling safe and desired, was just as intoxicating.

"So," Hoseok said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, "it's getting late. How about you stay the night? We can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie."

Jin felt a warmth blossom in his chest. It wasn't just about the physical attraction; there was a genuine connection here, something he craved. "Yeah," he replied with a smile, "that sounds perfect."

The last pancake landed on the plate with a satisfying plop, Jin's practiced wrist flick earning him a silent victory. Sunlight, a warm intruder, spilled through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in a golden glow. A new day dawned, carrying with it a newfound resolve. The echo of his friend's unwavering support still resonated within him. Soo-Min's disapproval wouldn't be the captain of his heart's course any longer. Choosing joy, the kind that bloomed with Hoseok by his side, felt like shedding a heavy cloak. A lighter version of Jin, ready to face the day, stood there, a smile playing on his lips.

"Smells amazing," Hoseok commented as he sauntered into the kitchen, his tousled brown hair catching the light, the corners of his mouth lifting into an easy smile that reached his eyes.

"Thanks," Jin replied, placing the golden-brown pancakes onto a plate. "I hope they taste as good as they smell."

"I’m sure anything you make is delicious," Hoseok assured him, reaching out to steal a piece of pancake, only to have his hand playfully swatted away.

"Patience," Jin teased, his heart swelling at the simple domesticity of their morning. They both lingered, enjoying this novel moment, savoring the slow-paced comfort of sharing smiles and light banter.

As they settled back on the couch for breakfast, their bodies naturally gravitated closer. Thighs brushed, shoulders grazed, a comfortable silence settling between them before morphing into easy conversation. Light chatter about everything and nothing morphed as Jin pivoted the conversation.

“So,” Jin began, “tell me more about this mischievous dog of yours.”

Hoseok chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe the trouble he is in. Just yesterday—”

Hoseok launched into a story with such enthusiasm Jin could practically picture the tiny culprit in action. "...and there he was, nose buried in a flowerbed, completely oblivious to the trail of uprooted tulips he'd left in his wake!"

Jin laughed, shaking his head. "Sounds like a character, that Mickey of yours."

"He is," Hoseok agreed, a fond smile gracing his lips. "But he's also a cuddle monster and the best alarm clock a guy could ask for."

"Speaking of Mickey," Jin began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "maybe we should give him a chance to stretch his legs before I head home?"

Hoseok's smile widened. "You up for a walk in the park? I know a great spot not far from here."

"Absolutely," Jin said, already pushing himself up from the couch. "Fresh air sounds perfect."

Hoseok disappeared for a moment, returning with a leash and a bright orange ball clutched in his hand. A tiny, white, and brown blur shot past his legs, a joyful bark erupting from its throat.

"There he is," Hoseok chuckled, scooping the excited Shih Tzu into his arms. "Mickey, meet Jin. Jin, meet the master of mayhem himself."

Mickey, all fluffy fur and boundless energy, licked Hoseok's face with abandon before turning his attention to Jin. He wagged his tail furiously, a happy whine escaping his tiny body.

Jin knelt down, offering Mickey a tentative hand. The dog sniffed it cautiously before giving it a couple of enthusiastic licks. Jin felt a smile bloom on his face. Maybe, just maybe, this little guy wouldn't be so bad to have around.

"Alright, Mickey," Hoseok announced, clipping the leash onto his collar, "let's go show Jin your favorite digging spot!"

Mickey barked again, his entire body wiggling with excitement as they headed out the door, ready to greet the day with sunshine, laughter, and maybe a few uprooted flowers along the way.

They strolled through the park, hands brushing against each other until fingers tentatively intertwined—a silent acknowledgment of the bond forming between them. Trees overhead whispered in the breeze, leaves rustling like the fluttering of hearts open to possibility.

"Look at that," Hoseok pointed towards a group of kids chasing each other around the playground, laughter filling the air. "Pure, uninhibited joy."

"Reminds me of someone," Jin remarked, nudging Hoseok gently with his shoulder. It wasn't just the children who reminded Jin of unbridled happiness; it was Hoseok himself, with his vivacity and charm.

"Guilty as charged," Hoseok grinned, squeezing Jin's hand.

When the conversation shifted to more serious matters—the challenges of past relationships and the complexities of navigating life as a single parent—they found solace in each other's understanding. Hoseok listened intently as Jin opened up about Eun-Ji, his love for her evident in every word.

"Thank you," Jin said after a pause, his voice soft as a whisper of leaves. "For being here, for listening, for... just being you."

"Where else would I be?" Hoseok replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Besides, you're stuck with me now, Jin."

"Stuck, huh?" Jin teased back, but the warmth in his chest told him that 'stuck' was exactly where he wanted to be.

Several days later, Jin watched with a fond smile as Hoseok chased the giggling children around the park, his tousled brown hair catching the sunlight. The laughter seemed to dance on the breeze, weaving through the air like a song of pure joy. Jimin sat beside Jin on the bench, their eyes following the playful scene before them. Every now and then, a dry quip would escape from Jimin's lips, and Jin would chuckle, shaking his head at his friend's wit.

"Look at them," Jin murmured, gesturing toward Hoseok, who had just been 'tagged' and was now pretending to be it, much to the kids' delight. "They're so... free."

"Freedom looks good on you, too, Jin," Jimin replied, nudging him gently with an elbow. "I'm telling you, happiness suits you."

“You’re right,” Jin said finally, his voice filled with a quiet contentment.” There’s a lightness to me I haven’t felt in years.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “The power of a good first date, or maybe a good few after that?”

Jin chuckled as the memory of their many kisses radiated through him. “Both, maybe. But it’s more than that. It’s feeling accepted for who I am, not just by Hoseok but by myself, too.”

Jimin nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a powerful thing, Jin. It takes courage to face yourself, to accept your own truth. And it seems like you’re doing a damn good job of it.”

The day carried on like that, with bursts of laughter punctuating the gentle hum of the world around them. Outings with Hoseok had become frequent, each bringing a new layer of closeness, a shared look here, an intertwined hand there.

Back at Jin's apartment, the sun began its descent, painting the sky in soft pinks and lavenders. It was time for dinner, and Jin moved around the kitchen with ease, a rhythm to his movements that felt like a dance. The table was set with his best dishes, each place arranged with deliberate care. He added a vase of fresh flowers in the center, their scent mingling with the aromas of the cooking food.

Hoseok entered the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, and wrapped his arms around Jin from behind, resting his chin on Jin's shoulder. "Need any help?" he asked, his voice a warm whisper against Jin's ear.

"Just your presence is enough," Jin replied, leaning back into the embrace for a moment before turning to face Hoseok. Their eyes met, and everything else fell away—the clatter of dishes, the simmering pots, the outside world—none of it mattered.

"I can't believe this is real," Jin confessed, his words soft but filled with wonder.

"Believe it," Hoseok said, pressing a quick kiss to Jin's forehead. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

Together, they finished the preparations, Hoseok setting out the silverware while Jin checked on the bubbling stew. It was a simple act, creating a meal together, but it was imbued with significance.

Jin took a step back, surveying the scene: the table bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, Hoseok's easy smile, the sound of children's voices drifting in from the other room being entertained by Jimin. It was more than he could have hoped for, a sense of belonging that was palpable, comforting, and above all, real.

"Everything looks perfect," Hoseok said, joining Jin in his contemplation.

"It does, doesn't it?" Jin agreed, feeling a contentment that ran deep. Tonight, they would gather at this table, share food and stories, and solidify the bonds that had already begun to take root.

"Let's eat," Jin announced, calling everyone to the table, ready to fill the room with the sounds of clinking glasses, shared laughter, and the quiet warmth of love in its many forms.

Eun-Ji's small hands fluttered like butterflies as she arranged the napkins beside each plate, her movements meticulous yet imbued with the carefree energy of a child. Jin watched his daughter from across the kitchen, a tender smile on his lips. The sound of her humming a tune they had danced to just days before filled the space between them, intertwining with the savory scent of the meal simmering on the stove.

"Appa, do you think Hoseokie will like the flowers?" Eun-Ji asked, her voice tinged with hope and the faintest quiver of uncertainty.

"Of course he will," Jin assured her, his heart swelling with pride at her thoughtfulness. "You picked them out yourself, didn't you? They're beautiful."

Beaming, Eun-Ji returned to her task, adding a final flourish to the table setting with a cluster of wildflowers she had insisted on picking during their afternoon walk. Each blossom stood vibrant against the soft cream of the tablecloth, a testament to the new life they were cultivating together—bright, bold, and full of promise.

The anticipation in the apartment was palpable, an electric current that buzzed through the air, charged with the excitement of shared moments yet to come. Jin glanced at the clock, noting the minutes ticking by, each second a step closer to the arrival that would complete their little assembly.

And then, the moment arrived. The unmistakable sound of a firm knock at the door sent Eun-Ji scampering toward the entrance, her giggles trailing behind her like a melody. Jin wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and followed, his own pulse quickening with every footstep.

Eun-Ji's squeals reached a crescendo as Hoseok is shown standing in the now open doorway, tousled brown hair framing his face, that infectious smile already in place. "Hoseokie!" she exclaimed, throwing herself into his open arms.

"Hey there, superstar," Hoseok chuckled, lifting Eun-Ji into a hug that lifted her feet off the ground and spun her around in a gentle whirl. "I've missed you, too."

Their laughter mingled, a sweet melody to Jin's ears. As he approached, Hoseok set Eun-Ji down, and she immediately began tugging at his hand, eager to show off the evening's preparations. But first, Hoseok's gaze met Jin's, and the world seemed to soften around the edges.

"Hi," Jin said softly, the words carrying more weight than the simple greeting implied.

Eun-Ji pulled Hoseok towards the table, her excitement palpable as she pointed out all the dishes she had helped make. Her chatter filled the space, but Jin found himself lost in Hoseok's gaze, his breath catching in his throat.

It was this feeling, the one that settled over Jin whenever Hoseok was near. It was warm and familiar, like slipping into a well-worn sweater on a cold day. But it was also new and exhilarating, like discovering a hidden gem in the midst of a crowded city.

"Jin-hyung," Hoseok said softly, breaking through Jin's thoughts with his gentle voice. "Everything looks amazing."

"Thank you," Jin replied, feeling his cheeks flush under Hoseok's praise. He couldn't help but feel proud of their little family and the home they were creating together.

As they sat down to eat, Eun-Ji chattered on about her day at school and asked Hoseok about his work at the dance studio. Jin watched Hoseok's eyes light up when he talked about his students and their progress. It reminded him of how passionate and dedicated Hoseok was to his craft.

After dinner, Eun-Ji begged them to have a dance party in the living room. With a quick glance at Hoseok, who nodded eagerly, Jin agreed. The three of them pushed back the furniture and turned up the music as they danced around together in joyful abandon. In that moment, surrounded by laughter and love, Jin felt more alive than he ever had before. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy or content.

As they twirled around to an upbeat song, Eun-Ji accidentally tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground with a thud. She let out a little cry before bursting into tears.

Hoseok immediately dropped down next to her, scooping her into his arms. "It's okay, Eun-Ji," he soothed. "You're okay. It just looked like a big fall."

"My knee hurts," Eun-Ji whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Hoseok gently checked her knee for any visible signs of injury but couldn't see any cuts or scrapes. "It's probably just a bruise," he reassured her.

Eun-Ji nodded but continued to sniffle as she snuggled closer to Hoseok, seeking comfort. Seeing the scene before him, Jin's heart swelled with warmth and protectiveness. He loved the way Hoseok effortlessly comforted Eun-Ji, offering a tenderness he had never seen in her mother.

"Let's get her cleaned up and put on some ice," Jin suggested. He gently took Eun-Ji from Hoseok's arms and carried her toward the bathroom.

As he cleaned her knee and applied a cold compress, Eun-Ji continued to sob intermittently, but eventually, her cries subsided into hiccups. Jin held her close, whispering soothing words until her eyes finally fluttered closed sleepily.

He carried her back to the living room, pausing only to let Hoseok know he was going to get her ready for bed, but he’d be back momentarily. Hoseok studied the portraits sporadically decorating the living space as he listened to Jin’s gentle voice guide Eun-Ji through her bedtime routine.

He turned on his heel as he heard a throat being cleared behind him. Observing Jin’s still slightly worried expression, Hoseok closed the distance between them, cupping the older man’s cheek.

"She'll be okay," Hoseok whispered, his eyes meeting Jin's.

"Thank you," Jin said sincerely. He meant it on so many levels: for comforting Eun-Ji when she fell, for being there for her, and for making Jin's life brighter.

Hoseok's smile softened. "It's no problem. I care about both of you."

Jin felt his own smile tugging at his lips. He couldn't imagine his life without Hoseok now. He was everything Jin had never known he needed, a partner, a confidante, a friend. And maybe, just maybe, something more.

The soft glow of the lamp cast long shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and warmth. Jin reached out and gently took Hoseok's hand, their fingers intertwining. The warmth of Hoseok’s hand sent a tingle through Jin that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. He squeezed back gently, their eyes meeting across the space between them. There was a question in Hoseok’s gaze, a hesitant vulnerability that mirrored Jin’s own feelings.

“Can I…?” Hoseok began, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down Jin’s spine.

Jin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Yes,” he breathed, the word barely audible but laced with a desire he couldn’t deny any longer.

Hoseok’s smile turned into a slow, seductive grin. He leaned in slowly, his eyes never leaving Jin’s. As their lips met, the kiss was different from their previous encounters. This one was charged with a newfound intensity, a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. They explored each other’s mouths with a deeper urgency, their bodies pressing close, seeking warmth and connection.

Jin’s hand traveled up Hoseok’s arm, sending sparks flying where his fingers brushed against bare skin. Hoseok responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing with Jin’s in a silent conversation. Long shadows stretched and danced, their own silent ballet. Their clothes became an encumbrance rather than a comfort.

With a shared gasp, they pulled apart, chests heaving with exertion. Jin’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Hoseok’s gaze, which burned with a desire that mirrored his own. In that unspoken moment, a silent agreement passed between them.

“My bedroom’s down the hall,” Jin murmured, his voice husky with desire despite the nervous excitement bubbling in his stomach. This was unchartered territory, but the thought of exploring it further with Hoseok was exhilarating.

Without another word, they stumbled down the hallway, hands entwined like they’d always been meant to be together. The door to Jin’s bedroom closed with a soft click behind them, sealing them in their own private world.

The room was awash in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through sheer curtains, casting everything in a silver hue. Hesitantly, Jin reached out once more for Hoseok, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm in his chest. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to undress Hoseok, letting each article of clothing drop to the floor with a confidence that Jin had never known himself capable of.

Hoseok’s eyes never left his as he let Jin explore him, every touch and caress imprinting on his memory banks. He felt more alive than he had in years as Hoseok’s hands now traveled up his shirt, unbuttoning it with practiced ease. They both knew this was right, that this connection was something special.

As the last piece of fabric fell away, they stood nearly bare before each other. Every flaw and imperfection laid bare under the moonlight. But instead of retreating, they moved closer, drawn to one another like magnets. Hesitant but eager kisses soon turned passionate. Hands roamed over each other's bodies, memorizing every curve and dip. Moans escaped their lips as their arousals pressed together inside their boxers; the desire for more was nearly suffocating.

With shaking hands, they removed the final barrier between them before their bodies met in a hot rush of skin-on-skin contact that left them both gasping for air. Jin moaned into Hoseok’s mouth as their hips rocked together in a primal rhythm, their bodies finding effortless synchronicity. Heat pooled low in his stomach, with a building pressure threatening to consume him whole.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Hoseok murmured, his lips mouthing down the side of Jin’s neck as he backed them toward the bed.

Jin wanted to touch Hoseok everywhere, not even knowing where to start — the pressure of his hard dick against his own felt so good. Jin’s knees buckled as he felt the back of the mattress pressed to his legs. Hoseok followed him down, reconnecting their mouths in a wild, messy kiss.

Hoseok settled on Jin’s lap, arms slipping around the broad shoulders of his hyung. Moans echoed between parted lips as their lengths came back in contact. Hoseok slowly, deliberately rocked his hips, dragging their cocks against each other.

Jin’s fingers dug into the curve of Hoseok’s waist. “Please,” he breathed desperately.

“Please, what?” Hoseok continued to tease their cocks together. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Jin worried at his kiss-bitten lip before blurting out his desire. “Will you fuck me?”

The motion of Hoseok’s hips stilled, his hand cupping Jin’s nape. “Are you sure? We can, but we don’t have to do anything—”

“I’m positive,” Jin cut Hoseok off, hands sliding down to grip his hips.

“Okay, baby, I got you.” Hoseok sealed their lips together again, resuming the rocking of his hips.

“Condom,” Jin managed to gasp out between heated kisses, motioning toward his nightstand. As Hoseok reached for the foil packet and lube in the nightstand, he couldn’t help but marvel at how natural this felt. This was right, like puzzle pieces clicking into place after years of being misplaced.

Jin scooted back on the bed, resting his head on the pillows. Hoseok slipped back between Jin’s spread legs, soothing a hand down the older man’s thigh as he settled between them.

Hoseok sheathed himself in the condom before warming a generous amount of lube on his fingers. Hoseok leaned over Jin, pressing open-mouth kisses along Jin’s hipbone as he began to tease a single digit at Jin’s entrance.

“Relax, baby,” Hoseok murmured. Hoseok continued to gently rub at the furled muscle before slowly easing his finger inside. Jin pressed his head back into the pillow, a moan escaping.

Hoseok watched Jin intently as he gently but efficiently prepped him. Soon Hoseok had Jin a writhing mess, three fingers pressed deep and the other hand wrapped around his weeping cock.

“Please, please, please,” Jin begged, his chest and neck flushed with want.

“Okay, okay,” Hoseok soothed as he slowly withdrew and positioned himself between Jin’s spread thighs.

They stared into each other’s eyes as Hoseok slowly pressed inside of him. Jin gasped at the breached feeling, unfamiliar and yet strangely exhilarating. He had never known this kind of intimacy was possible with a man before tonight.

As Hoseok began to rock his hips, picking up speed, Jin moaned loudly, his head tilted back in ecstasy. His nails dug crescents into Hoseok’s back as white-hot pleasure coursed through him. He'd never felt so alive, so free.

“Slow down,” Jin panted, “I don’t want this to end.”

But Hoseok either didn't hear him or chose to ignore the plea because he continued to move faster, thrusting deep within him until they were both moaning loudly — consumed by passion. Jin tried to muffle his moans in the crook of Hoseok’s neck, but it was nearly pointless as he was stretched so full that it was almost too much. But the pleasure that seared through his body, he didn’t ever want it to stop.

Finally, unable to take any more, Jin arched his back and came with a muffled shout into his fist. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, centering him in a way nothing else ever had before. Hoseok followed suit moments later with a hoarse cry of his own that seemed to reverberate through the room, their bodies intertwined together in their shared euphoria.

As their bodies came down from the high of their releases, Hoseok collapsed onto top of Jin, both of them breathing heavily. They lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow until Hoseok finally rolled off and pulled Jin into his arms.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked, concern lacing his voice as he pressed a kiss to Jin’s temple.

Jin nodded, a small smile on his face as he snuggled closer to Hoseok. “I’m more than okay,” he replied softly. A comfortable silence settled over the two before Hoseok murmured that he would be right back and slipped out of bed.

Hoseok padded quickly to the en suite bathroom, disposing of the used condom and grabbing a warm rag. He quickly returned and knelt next to the still-prone Jin and proceeded to gently clean him up. A small smile played along Jin’s kiss-swollen lips, enjoying the aftercare.

Tossing the rag, Hoseok slipped them both under the sheets, pulling Jin into his arms. They cuddled close, whispering to each other until they both drifted off to sleep.

Jin awoke to the sound of Eun-Ji's giggles and Hoseok's soft laughter. Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he sat up in bed, the events of last night rushing back to him. His body ached in a good way as he recalled his first time with Hoseok, and a slow blush crept up his neck.

Slipping out of bed, he quickly changed the sheets and slipped into a pair of joggers and a shirt before padding into the living room. The sight that greeted him warmed his heart. Eun-Ji was perched at the breakfast bar next to Hoseok as they munched on cereal. Jin could hear Eun-Ji chatter away about what would happen at school that week.

"Morning," Hoseok greeted briefly, resting his eyes on Jin before returning his attention to Eun-Ji.

"Morn," Jin mumbled, rubbing at his disheveled hair before yawning widely.

"Sleep well?" Hoseok asked with a grin after Eun-Ji finished her story, knowing full well the answer.

"What time is it?" he asked, realizing he'd slept much later than usual.

"Just past eight," Hoseok replied, finally looking up at him. "I let you sleep in since you seemed...tired." His eyes twinkled with mischief as they raked over Jin's lithe frame.

Jin felt the heat rise to his cheeks once more as he walked over to the coffeemaker in the kitchen area. "Thanks for getting her breakfast," he mumbled into his mug, unable to meet Hoseok's gaze.

“It’s no problem at all,” Hoseok replied, his voice warm and inviting. “I enjoy spending time with her.”

Jin couldn’t help but smile, feeling the truth of Hoseok’s words.

“Appa, can we go to the library today?” Eun-Ji asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Of course, sweetie,” Jin replied, ruffling her hair affectionately. “But we have to get dressed first.”

Eun-Ji bounced in her seat, quickly devouring the rest of her breakfast. Jin watched as she slipped off the stool, placed her bowl in the sink, and rushed to her room to get ready.

Hoseok slipped around the counter and into Jin’s arms. “Good morning,” he said, nuzzling into Jin’s neck.

“You already said that,” Jin reminded Hoseok, his own hands resting on Hoseok’s hips.

Hoseok kissed his way up Jin’s neck to his lips. “I know. I thought it bore repeating,” he whispered right against Jin’s mouth before pressing them together in a sweet kiss.

Jin pulled away from the kiss, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright, you win. Best morning kiss ever awarded."

Hoseok chuckled, wrapping his arms around Jin's waist. "Just making sure you start your day off right."

The playful mood faded slightly as Jin cleared his throat. "Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about."

Hoseok's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Remember how I mentioned Soo-Min wanting to meet you?" Jin began, his voice hesitant.

Hoseok nodded, his smile fading completely. "Yeah. You never did tell me exactly why."

Taking a deep breath, Jin explained, "Well, the truth is, she's...not exactly thrilled about me dating someone new. Especially someone..." Jin hesitated, searching for the right words.

"Someone like me," Hoseok finished, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

"Exactly," Jin admitted. "She doesn't understand, doesn't approve of our lifestyle." He reached out and squeezed Hoseok's hand reassuringly. "But I'm hoping that maybe if she could meet you, get to know the kind of person you are – "

"That maybe she'll change her mind?" Hoseok finished, a flicker of hope battling the lingering hurt in his eyes.

"Honestly? Yes," Jin admitted. "Eun-Ji's happiness is the most important thing to me, and that includes having a healthy relationship with both of her parents. If Soo-Min can see that you're a good influence, someone who cares about both me and Eun-Ji, then maybe, just maybe, things can work out for all of us."

Hoseok considered this in silence for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. "So, what's the plan?"

"She wants to meet for lunch next weekend," Jin said. "Just the three of us, to get to know each other better. It'll be...awkward, for sure. But, I really think it's important."

Hoseok squeezed Jin's hand back, a determined glint in his eyes. "Alright. I'm in. If this helps things with Eun-Ji, then I'm happy to do it."

Jin let out a relieved sigh, a wave of gratitude washing over him. "Thank you, Hoseok. This means a lot."

Just then, Eun-Ji's voice piped up from the hallway. "Appa! Hoseok! I'm ready!"

The promise lingered thick in the air as Eun-Ji's cheerful voice cut through the tension. The weight of the conversation was momentarily pushed aside. "Alright, sweetie! I’m almost ready."

He turned back to Hoseok, a silent understanding in his eyes. "I'll call you later, okay?"

Hoseok nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "Sounds good. Have a good time at the library."

Gathering his things, Hoseok cast a quick glance around the kitchen, a hint of lingering awkwardness clinging to him. "Is there anything I can do before I head out?"

Jin appreciated the offer. "Actually, there is. Eun-Ji spilled some juice on the counter this morning. Could you grab a paper towel for me?"

As Hoseok wiped down the counter, Jin returned to his room to quickly dress for the day. Jin returned after getting cleaned up and walked up behind Hoseok, resting his chin on Hoseok’s shoulder. “Thanks for doing that and for last– you know, last night.”

Hoseok's smiled and twisted in Jin’s arms to face him. "Trust me. It was my pleasure.” Hoseok pressed a quick peck to Jin’s lips. “I’ll see you later. Have a fun time at the library.” Hoseok gave Jin one last squeeze before stepping out the front door.

Jin gazed at the closed door for several beats before calling for Eun-Ji. “Sweetie, are you ready to go?”

Eun-Ji emerged from her room, clutching her favorite stuffed dinosaur, Mr. Rex. "Can we get some new books about dinosaurs?"

Jin chuckled. "Of course, sweetie. We can always find some new dinosaur adventures."

Jin quickly packed a small bag with snacks and water bottles. The upcoming lunch with Soo-Min loomed large in his mind, but he pushed those worries aside for now. He wouldn't let them ruin his day with Eun-Ji.

"Are you ready to go yet, Appa?" Eun-Ji chirped.

Jin smiled, the warmth spreading through him genuine this time. "Absolutely, sweetie. Let's go explore some prehistoric worlds!"

With that, they locked the door behind them and headed out to the car, ready for a fun-filled afternoon at the library, a new adventure waiting to be had.

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Day 4 and Nanami and Toji are tied in poll 1 ;w;