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the misadventures list; 5 (m)

➜ the night shift can be very wild at times. you’ve witnessed so many strange, concerning and absurd situations happen inside the tiny convenience store that you could make a long list with everything that got you stunned - and the situation that takes the prize of being the weirdest of your list is the night a desperate millionaire, for the sake of saving his fortune, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

pairing: playboy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut, comedy (?), fluff • fake dating au

warnings: toxic parents. brief mentions of homofobia. alcohol consumption. explicit sexual content (semi-public sex, oral m&f receiving, throat fucking, unprotected sex, praise kink kinda, cum play, dirty talk). made-up celebrities. me trying to be funny i guess

rating: 18+

word count: 20k

A/N: i can't thank you guys enough for waiting for this update! i know it's been a while but i hope you enjoy this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it!! as always, feedback is MUCH appreciated <3

➜  Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

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It’s almost 6PM.

Jimin is not happy about it.

The change in his expression as he checks the hour on his phone is subtle, but you see it as clear as day. The smile that remained on his lips and vanished from his eyes. He sighs, putting the phone inside his back pocket, and goes back to saying his goodbyes to everyone at the pier.

It makes you forget for a second that you were in the process of saving your own number on Jane’s phone.

You look down once again, fingers hesitating over the keyboard. Damn. You weren’t supposed to be making friends. Jane is the lesser problem right here - she doesn’t know anyone from Jimin’s family except Jimin himself. The problem is that many of Jungkook’s friends are Jimin’s, too, and they asked for your number or your Instagram. Which, sure, isn’t that big of a deal and isn’t something unpredictable either, but hey, your purpose here is to pretend for just three days. You’re supposed to vanish from Jimin’s life right after it’s over. “Vanishing” doesn’t include making friends with his friends.

“What? You forgot your number?” Jane asks, eyeing you. She’s so drunk that it’s obvious that she’s not seeing you really. 

“Yeah, I’m… a little dizzy.” You chuckle awkwardly. That’s a lie, though - you’re not drunk in the slightest. As soon as you noticed that alcohol was making you act weird, you stopped with the cocktails and drank as much water as possible to dissipate it from your system (so much pee). Going to the Park’s private concert drunk is out of question.

Giving in, you type your real number on her phone and hand it back to her. Jane smiles.

“I’m so glad that we met, Y/N! You’re such a great person! For real, like, you have a nice vibe!” Jane says excitedly. Yeah, definitely drunk. “We should meet again before the trip is over!”

It won’t be possible, of course. You’re not free to do whatever you want. But you nod anyway, hoping she won’t remember anything later. “Sure, let’s go out!”

Your little chat is interrupted by Jungkook calling everyone for a group photo. As soon as everyone starts gathering in a spot, you feel Jimin’s hand resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His grip is warm and gentle and heat spreads from the spot he touches. His hair is kind of a mess right now, yet he still manages to look cute. Jimin doesn’t say anything, just sends you a small smile before posing for the camera.

A few clicks later, he leans over to say quietly in your ear: “We really have to go now.”

You nod. Both of you still have to get ready for the concert in a few hours. As Jimin explained, up until now, only his parents’ closest friends arrived; tonight, though, is when the real people will arrive. Not causing a good impression on them is not an option.

You start to make your way out of there, in the midst of saying goodbye to the people you walk past (consciously ignoring the vultures that were around Jimin, though. You ain’t acting nice to them at all). As you both walk past Jungkook, Jimin puts his hand over the younger’s shoulder and sends him a warning gaze. 

“You better sober up,” he says. Jungkook only opens a carefree smirk in response.

“C’mon, I’m not even that drunk yet. Don’t worry.” You’re not so sure about that, though; there’s something kind of psychotic about his silly smile. “See you guys later!”

Instead of arguing, Jimin just sighs.

And finally, you’re walking away from the pier.

It’s quieter now, which honestly is such a relief. The temperature started to cool down a bit. The sun has already disappeared behind the horizon line, yet the sky is still clear, painted in beautiful shades of orange, yellow and pink. You just walk in silence, hands behind your back, feeling a little funny. Since you stayed a long time in the water, it feels as if your body is still floating. It’s been a while since you felt this way.

“Jimin, I wanted to ask you a question…” you say quietly after a while.

After not getting a response, you frown and look around. Jimin isn’t beside you.

He’s a few steps behind, holding his phone to eye level.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin smiles. “Registering the moment.”

You quirk one eyebrow up and walk back to where he stands, a little bit confused. Jimin lets you see his phone for a second.

Your jaw drops.

You stand at the very center of the photo he took, your back turned to him, hair swaying with the wind. The beautiful sight of the evening sky serves as an astonishing background, the last beams of sunlight framing your figure beautifully. It’s breathtaking. He made such a trivial moment become something incredible with a single shot.

“What the hell?!” You exclaim, astonished, making Jimin chuckle. “You’ll send me this, right? This has to go on my Instagram feed!”

“Nope.” He says in a cocky manner, sticking his phone to his chest so you can't see it anymore. “I’m gatekeeping this one.”

“Aw, come on! That’s not fair!” You cross your arms and frown at him. "What are you going to do with this photo anyway?"

"It's my lockscreen already." His eyebrows shoot up in a playful expression. "What makes me remember, you should change yours, too. Why didn't we change it before? Such an amateur mistake!" He swiftly takes your phone from your hand and opens the front camera.

"What are you doing-?"

You gasp softly when Jimin pulls you by the waist, sticking your body to his. "Smile, pretty!"

His act was so sudden that you, indeed, end up cracking a genuine smile - at the same moment his lips touch your cheek tenderly. 

Click.

Jimin steps away and smiles proudly at the photo. "We look like a real couple here. Come on, set it as your lockscreen."

You take the phone back from his hand, feeling a little dizzy.

Oh well.

You literally made out with him in front of everyone just a few hours ago, in the middle of the ocean. Why does the chaste kiss he planted on your cheek still makes your face burn? Is it because now you're alone, not having to pretend to be a couple anymore, that his act felt much more intimate? But… there was no one else around during your first kiss at the beach, either.

It's because you're head over heels for him already.

You shake your head frantically as if to yank these thoughts away from your head. No no no. I'm not falling that easily. I'm a cold hearted bitch. I'm just flattered because he's cute and hot and rich, but it'll go away. Right?

"Yeah, right." You mumble.

"What?" Jimin quirks one eyebrow up.

"What?" You freeze, realizing that you voiced your thoughts out loud. "I-I mean- I want to ask you something."

"Oh." He puts his hands behind his back and starts walking again. You follow him shortly. "What is it?"

You munch the inside of your cheek nervously. "You can not tell me if you don't want to. But… what happened earlier today? That family meeting, I mean. Is there anything I need to know?"

The carefree glint in his eyes immediately disappears. Jimin looks down at his feet. "Oh."

An uncomfortable silence settles between you, only the sounds of the ocean and voices from the other people at the pier lingering. It makes you regret making that question as soon as the words leave your mouth. "You really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." You say hesitantly after a few seconds. 

"No, it's alright." Jimin reassures, but he's still staring at his feet. He sighs and shakes his head. It's so painful to see him sulking this way whenever his family is mentioned… "Basically, they called me to say that Eunbi's parents are pissed about us."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" You came prepared to be hated by Jimin's parents, but Eunbi's as well? Shit. As if one billionaire middle aged couple of enemies wasn't enough.

"Really." Jimin nods. You have finally reached the stairs that lead to the street level. This pier is within the resort's property, actually, so you're not that far from the bungalows, and the main building is just a few streets ahead. "They came thinking that the engagement was already settled. Without asking for our opinions, you know. They think that bringing you here is disrespectful to their daughter."

"Oh." You knit your eyebrows. "So… they don't care if you're in an actual relationship. They'd want you to break up so you can get married to someone you barely know… even if you weren't aware of the engagement?"

"Yep. That's exactly how they think." He sighs heavily. 

You go up the stairs in silence. Your brain is working furiously. "This won't put you into real trouble, right?"

Jimin chuckles. "Y/N, the whole point of bringing you here was to put me in trouble. I want to stress them. Just don't worry too much, okay? Worrying will give you wrinkles, and you have to look wonderful tonight."

You're finally standing on the sidewalk, where one of the Park family butlers already waits to take you both back to the bungalow (he's wearing a short sleeved dress shirt, at least. Poor butlers, having to wear suits in the summer!). Your stomach twirls in nervousness. Spending the afternoon so freely made you forget for a bit your actual purpose here.

"You go without me, pretty. I'll get ready at Jungkook's place." 

You turn to him, frowning in a confused expression. "What? Why?"

The happy gleam in his eyes comes back slowly as he steps closer. "I already explained that today is a little more serious, right? More guests arrived, we have to impress people… so I hired a team to take care of you. Hairstylist, makeup artist and stuff. They're already waiting for you."

"Oh." You feel your face burning for some reason. It should be expected of him to do something like that - even obvious, since all the socialites attending are probably getting the same treatment - but still, you can't help but feel a little flustered. "Okay." You change the weight of your body from one leg to another nervously. "So… see you later, I guess?"

Jesus Christ.

He's doing it again.

Standing directly in front of you with his hands behind his back, a mysterious lip tightened smile and mischief in his eyes, watching your every movement with amusement. If your face was hot a few seconds ago, now your entire body is feverish. Will you ever get used to this? The things Jimin makes you feel without even touching you are kind of amazing. Imagine when he actually touch you the way you want the most-

Hey, pervert. Stop.

"I think I've said this a hundred times already… but it's kinda rude to just stand and stare at people." You say, eyebrows knitted - but you can't manage to sound annoyed at all.

Jimin smirks.

"I want to kiss you."

You're so taken aback that your eyes widen.

"Huh?"

"Don't huh at me." He steps even closer - so close that you feel the heat emanating from his body. He rests his hand in the junction of your jaw and your neck, spreading even more heat from that spot. You don't push him away. All this heat is going to make you melt like a popsicle. "Don't try to look innocent right now. You shoved your tongue in my throat not long ago, missy." 

You giggle, avoiding his gaze for a moment. "I already said… I was just method acting."

"Hmm." Jimin nods slowly, biting his bottom lip. The sight makes you weak on the knees. "Sure. So, me kissing you right now means I'm method acting because one of the butlers is watching and we can't look suspicious around them, okay? Because they're my parents' eyes and ears, okay? Not because I want to kiss you." His voice gets lower as he leans in, a faked innocent expression that has you smiling and melting at the same time. "Just to make it clear so there's no misunderstanding. Okay?"

"Okay." You nod.

"Good. I'd hate if you got it all wrong."

Your giggle is muffled by his lips on yours.

Your hands instinctively rest on each side of his waist, while he cups your face with both hands. Oh God… his plump lips are addicting. This kiss is slower and somehow more peaceful than the one you shared in the sea, but it makes your heart race and your senses go crazy nevertheless. Your lips move slowly, in sync with his. You can feel him smiling within the kiss, which causes your knees to feel even weaker. 

He breaks the kiss not too long after, aware that you're standing in the middle of the sidewalk, but not taking his hands off of you. Yet again, he bites his bottom lip, analyzing your features carefully. "Hari will be there. You'll have a lot of territory to mark. Be ready."

You throw your head back, laughing. "Sure. You really are enjoying this way too much, huh?"

"I am. Why wouldn't I?" He confesses cheekily, shrugging. He pecks your lips one last time, lingering for a little longer, before finally letting you go. "See you later, pretty."

"See you."

You hope that Jimin doesn't notice that your legs kind of forgot how to walk as you distance yourself from him towards the butler. Because yes, you feel like a poor popsicle melting under the scorching Hawaiian sun. The sun has Jimin's face, which makes you remember the Teletubbies for some reason, earning a quiet giggle from you. The butler eyes you as if you're crazy.

Maybe you are getting crazy.

But to be honest - this insanity is sweeter than any popsicle you could ever taste.

As a kid, you always fantasized about being Mia from The Princess Diaries. Call it escapism if you want - fantasizing about a perfect life while yours was awful - but it was a dream of yours. Imagine: finding out your grandmother is a queen? Going from a regular loser to a crown princess? Who wouldn't want that? 

You haven't thought of that movie in years. Now, as you stand in front of the mirror, it suddenly pops up in your head. Yes, Mia's iconic "transformation" scene.

Except you didn't think you were ugly before, which means right now, you're feeling like a literal goddess.

Maybe that's why God didn't make me rich, you think. Maybe he knew if I looked like this on a daily basis, I would be the most unbearable human being in this world.

"Did you like it?" The hairstylist, Christine, asks, eyeing you expectantly. 

If I liked it?! I look like the hottest bitch you'll ever see in your life! 

But instead of letting everyone see your God complex, you just nod and smile politely. "I loved it!"

Your eyes focus on the mirror again.

Jimin suggested you'd both wear black tonight as an evil joke. Traditionally, the dinner followed by the private concert is a more "informal" event, so everyone should dress accordingly with colorful outfits (you're in Hawaii, after all). Let's wear black. It represents me grieving my freedom, he said jokingly at the mall. You chuckled and thought he was being dramatic back then, but after everything you've witnessed for the past 48 hours, you realize that Jimin wasn't really joking when he said that.

The Yves Saint Lauren dress you two picked is quite simple: a short, strapless and sleeveless dress with a straight neckline. It's perfectly balanced between sexy and elegant: it enhances your curves the right amount, not enough to be considered vulgar by the aunties. Although it's strapless, it doesn't squeeze your boobies up so the uncles won't get "distracted" (ew). It's so simple but fits your body so well that you can't help but stare at your own reflection in awe. Simple black Givenchy sandals complete the outfit. 

Being a (poor) fashion enthusiast, this whole experience is like heaven to you. One thing is to see new collections and judge new trends; another completely different thing is to get to wear a piece from a high fashion house. It's not only about prices and status. This dress is so well cut and woven that it seems to be alive, as if it knows where to be tight and where to be loose. 

Doing your own makeup and hair was never a problem and you could do a pretty good job by yourself, but professionals doing it is on another level. Christine styled your hair back, carefully parting it and tucking it behind your ears, so your face is highlighted. Marco (the makeup artist) made your skin look impeccable, as smooth as baby butt cheeks (it's crazy how makeup can lie, huh?); the winged eyeliner, albeit simple, enhances the natural shape of your eyes. The lashes are subtle and make your eyes appear bigger. He completed the look by placing tiny little glitter dots under the waterline, one for each eye, so they kinda look like shiny tears (you suggested it, by the way, being carried away by the whole "grieving" concept. Talk about drama). He chose a lipstick color close to the natural color of your lips, making them appear shiny, plump and healthy.

And finally - the jewelry.

Mr. Zhou arrived at the bungalow a few minutes ago, carrying a leather, medium sized suitcase. You greet each other politely. Jimin texted saying that he would bring the jewelry you'd wear tonight - and you were anxious all along, because while you planned the outfits, he had already said you'd wear jewelry, but he didn't tell which jewelry; didn't show a single photo of what you'd wear, simply asked you to trust him. Although you learned to trust his fashion sense pretty fast, you don't like surprises at all. What if it's something extravagant that would ruin the look?

"Mr. Jimin picked those pieces from the Park jewelry collection himself," Mr. Zhou explains as he puts white gloves on (oh shit - this is so expensive that he has to wear gloves to touch it?!). "He said they would suit you fine - and I agree."

The chief butler opens the suitcase and takes the biggest black velvet case from inside, opening it.

It takes all of your self control not to gasp.

It's a gorgeous diamond necklace (yes, diamonds, fucking real diamonds!); it looks like a thick chain, actually, and at the center of it, sits a bigger emerald (yes, an emerald, a fucking real emerald!). Inside the box there are also subtle emerald earrings framed by tiny diamonds; since the necklace is already too much, the earrings have to be subtle to accompany them.

“I present you The Serpent’s Eye.” Mr. Zhou explains eloquently. “Tiffany & Co., designed by Paloma Picasso and acquired by the Park family in 2006.” He takes the necklace from the velvet case carefully. "If you'll allow me…" 

"Of course." You say, turning around and facing the mirror again - but you do so hesitantly, because being the fashion enthusiast you are, you recognize the name Paloma Picasso, and the fact that you’re about to have one of her original designs around your neck scares you. You’ve been very well aware that every piece of clothing you wear is worth thousands, but these pieces must be worth much more than everything else combined.

Mr. Zhou stands behind you and places the necklace around your neck, the cool touch of metal and diamonds making you shiver. The necklace sits just above your collarbones. The name of the design is understandable - it indeed resembles a small snake tangled around your neck. He also helps you put the small earrings on.

Finally, Mr. Zhou steps aside. 

"You look astonishing, Miss. Y/N," he says, and honestly, he sounds like he means it.

Yeah, I do, it’s what you want to say - but instead, you say “Thank you.”

It’s exactly what Jimin intended: elegance. If you’re too extravagant, his parents would hate it, and it’d make you look cheap no matter how expensive your clothes actually are. If it’s too simple, it’d look like you have no fashion sense. This look is the perfect balance. Your natural beauty is the focus, everything else just meant to highlight you. 

You look like a celebrity.

You look like them. Like someone’s rich daughter. And yes, it’s conflicting, because you never wanted to look like them - but you can’t deny that you like what you see in the mirror. 

You understand Jimin better now. Of course - he's an old money child, he doesn't know any lifestyle other than this. You're just having a little taste of what this life is. Yet, you can understand why he's so desperate to not lose his portion of the Park family fortune. Who wouldn't want to live such a lavish life? Who wouldn't want to look their absolute best at any opportunity, to wear clothes worth thousands just because they can?

Mr. Zhou looks at the watch on his wrist. “Now that you’re ready, I should take you to the event hall as soon as possible.” 

“Am I late?” You ask in a worried tone.

“Fashionably late. I’m sure everyone will understand. It takes time to look your best.” Mr. Zhou reassures. Why is he being so nice today? “I will wait for you outside, Miss Y/N.”

You nod. As Christine and Marco pack their things, you don’t forget to thank them over and over again for their wonderful job. They seem like pretty nice people, actually, and you'd like to get to know them better, but you have no time to. Two other butlers will assist their exit. You take the small black clutch that literally can only fit your phone and a small lipgloss before walking out of the bungalow where Mr. Zhou already waits.

No golf car today. Instead, that same Mercedes Maybach from yesterday is parked outside. Mr. Zhou politely opens the door for you and helps you get inside the car before taking his place on the driver's seat.

Another wave of nervousness hits your stomach as he turns the car on and finally starts making his way towards the hall - a separate building within the hotel's property, sitting in front of the ocean, not far from the pier. The ride will take probably 5 minutes. You exhale heavily, checking yourself again with the front camera, before tapping Jimin's contact.

you: i'm coming

He replies almost instantly:

jimin: waiting for you outside

Oh. You didn't think he'd already be there. You put the phone inside the clutch again and look out the window, chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Are you nervous, Miss Y/N?" Mr. Zhou asks out of sudden, snapping you back to reality. He keeps the formal tone; his voice is soothing.

"A little bit, I'll admit." You say with a lip tightened smile.

"Tonight, you'll be meeting Jimin's parents' close friends and allies from other companies." He continues. He always speaks as if he's picking his words carefully. "It's quite important to them. It's not just a celebratory event, you see… they reassure their place within society and business today."

You frown slightly. 

Mr. Zhou never talked this much. Although he keeps that formal persona, you see that he's trying to tell you something very specific, just avoiding the direct words to do so.

And yes, you get the message.

"You don’t need to worry, Mr. Zhou.” You say, crossing your arms, your expression hardening like stone in seconds. “I won’t embarrass the Park family in front of their friends.”

You see the butler nodding. “You’re smart.” He remarks. “Intelligence is important if you want to be accepted in the family.”

I would never in a million years want to be part of this family, you think. Instead, you just gulp and grip your arms, trying to ease the growing anger.

Finally, he parks in front of the events building. Yet, instead of immediately going out - and stopping you from opening the door yourself, since you’re already annoyed, Mr. Zhou turns around on his seat to look at you directly.

His expression is serious.

“I don’t want you to take my words badly, Miss Y/N.” He says in a quiet, yet stern voice. “I have been watching over this family even before Jimin was born. I know each of them very well, and I know how dysfunctional they are. When I say you have to be smart around them and watch yourself very carefully, I don’t say it to belittle you; I say it because I know what they would be capable of doing if you offend them somehow.”

“Are you trying to scare me?” You lean forward a bit, getting defensive. “Did they tell you to threaten me?”

“No.” His voice and expression don’t change despite your obvious outrage. “I am warning you because I see that you’re not quite aware of the type of people you’re dealing with. And because you seem like a respectable young lady.” Mr. Zhou’s eyes soften a bit. “I see that Jimin likes you a lot. I’m not quite sure of what your relationship with him really is, and I’d be happy if it’s genuine, because he really needs it in his life. But I know Jimin very well…” Mr. Zhou tilts his head to the side, frowning a bit. “...and I’d hate it if you're somehow harmed because of his immaturity.”

He sends a last significant gaze before finally opening the door.

You just have these short seconds to recover your breath before he opens the door for you. Shit. What he said actually gets you. Call it naivety or whatnot - but you didn’t stop to consider that Jimin’s parents are actually powerful people that could mess up your life if you annoy them enough. But… Jimin wouldn’t have asked for your help if he knew his parents would try anything serious against you, right?

Mr. Zhou knows Jimin better than you do and he just called him immature.

Oh shit.

The butler opens the door and offers his hand for you to walk out of the car. Now, you’re not just nervous - you’re worried. 

Thankfully, the temperature dropped - it's still considerably hot, but much more comfortable than hours ago. You stand up, inhaling the fresh nightly air, and look at the gigantic building in front of you. Important events happen here quite frequently. Large marble stairs lead to the entrance of the hall. There is a gathering of women and men dressed elegantly slowly making their ways inside, greeting each other politely as they walk in, as well as many security guards. You stand on the sidewalk and nervously look around, searching for Jimin.

You spot him before he spots you.

He's standing at the corner, kind of hidden, close to the first steps, absently checking his phone. You already knew what he would be wearing tonight, but to see him in the outfit makes your brain malfunction. 

Obviously, Jimin wears all black: a silk turtleneck under a black glitter Louis Vuitton blazer that fits him marvelously. The turtleneck is tucked into the dress pants. On his feet, leather black boots. His hair is pushed back, a single strand falling on his forehead, and he uses a pair of shades to complete the look. Instead of the usual dangly earrings, he wears small hoops tonight that match the outfit very well. Once again, you're left astonished at how this man is doing basically nothing - just standing there with one of his hands tucked inside the front pocket of his pants, checking his phone with a blank expression - but Gosh, he's gorgeous. His posture is perfect: he has the elegance of a swan, the grandeur of an eagle, and the confident gaze of a tiger about to slash you to pieces. In fact, he looks so good that you even forget the short talk you had with Mr. Zhou a minute ago.

It takes him around three seconds to lift his gaze from the phone and spot you.

It's funny, because you see the exact moment he freezes.

The shades slide down the bridge of his nose. He looks at you with slightly widened eyes and parted lips. It's like he's in shock.

Then, a smile breaks its way and lightens his face.

Jimin shoves the phone inside the pocket of his pants and rushes to you in a second. Nervousness bubbles within your stomach at every step he takes. It doesn’t help that he walks with the stance of a model - he’s definitely doing this on purpose. Handsome men that know they are handsome are the most dangerous type. Jimin is not only very well aware of his appearance, he uses it to his advantage all the time. 

And when he stops in front of you, checking you out from head to toe - it’s like you can’t even breathe.

It’s a different feeling from yesterday. There’s no playfulness in his eyes at all. Only that same electricity hanging in the air you felt earlier today at the yacht - when you sat on his lap, when you kissed. This electricity is getting more and more intense, it’s like you’ll start seeing sparks around you at any moment. Fuck, he didn’t even touch you yet. You don’t know how much longer you can resist…

Honestly, you’re not sure if you want to keep resisting at this point.

Jimin takes your hand and makes you twirl around, earning a soft giggle from you. He bites his bottom lip, that mischievous smirk making you feel weak on the knees.

“Just so you know,” he says in a low voice, putting his hand on your waist, “If I make a fool of myself in front of everyone, I’m blaming you. Because I won’t be paying attention to anything else tonight.”

You giggle again, tentatively touching the lapel of his blazer. It’s beautifully embroidered with circular patterns; you can only see them if you stand close enough, though. Your sight lingers on his lips (for long seconds; they’re so plump and glossy and delicious) before you look into his eyes again. “I could say the same thing, Mr. Park.”

Jimin’s smirk widens and he tilts his head to the side. “I knew The Serpent’s Eye would suit you.” He touches the necklace with his fingertips. The action makes you gulp - this necklace seems to weigh tons and you’ve been painfully aware of it all the time, your anxious brain already making up scenarios of you losing the millionaire design and Jimin’s parents making you pay with your life. 

“Why did you choose it, by the way?” You quirk one eyebrow up in a teasing expression. “Are you calling me a snake? Should I be offended?”

Jimin chuckles. “Of course not. Serpents are astute and smart animals… just like you.” Sir, the actual smooth person here is you, not me. “Not everyone can pull off such an aggressive design. I knew none of my mother’s friends would dare to choose it.”

Jimin hooks your arm around his and slowly starts to guide you towards the stairs. “So your mom lets her friends borrow her jewelry?” You ask. 

“From the family collection, yes.” Jimin nods in a gracious movement. “The most expensive pieces, only to the closest and most important guests. It’s a sign of trust and respect.”

“But your mother surely doesn’t respect me.” You say between gritted teeth, aware of the people around you. 

“Don’t worry, she won’t say a word about it. It’d be weird if the guests noticed that her daughter-in-law isn’t wearing one of the pieces. Like I told you… this event is about appearances. She’d rather die than let people think her family isn’t perfect.”

Daughter-in-law. This makes you shiver. You've been her fake in law for barely 48 hours and it already feels like hell. Imagine being her real in law… Jieun must’ve done some awful things in her past life to deserve this, honestly.

You’re forced to pay attention to your real surroundings before you can overthink more, though, when you realize you’re the center of attention.

This is probably the closest you’ll ever feel to being a celebrity. It’s not unusual to be the center of attention when it’s your birthday, for example. But this… this feels different. You don’t know most of these people, just some familiar faces from earlier today - yet, it seems that they already know you, they measure you up and down, they smile and greet you before you can. Sure… your arm is hooked with one of this event’s hosts, the Park’s youngest son. Yet, you see that people are also actually seeing you. You’re not just Jimin’s accessory.

Is this good? You’re not sure. This means they’ve heard from you somehow. In the span of less than 48 hours, these unknown people have been talking about you.

They approach you with curious smiles; they greet you and Jimin, make some shallow - almost diplomatic - comment about the weather or how long they haven’t seen Jimin or about the outfits or I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N! (how the hell did they hear a lot about you in such a short time, though?) or you make a gorgeous couple! (you know they’re not lying about this bit; you do look gorgeous). They do not look at you disapprovingly, so you can confirm that the outfit choice was indeed appropriate for the event, albeit dramatic.

“You’re great at this, did you know that?” Jimin compliments after yet another middle aged couple walks away, leaning a bit closer to your ear so only you can hear. “You even remember their names.”

“I have a good memory,” you say between a gritted-teeth smile. “Also, working on customer service teaches you a few things.”

“Really? You weren’t this charming when we met at that convenience store.” He says in a teasing way, cocking an eyebrow up.

“First of all, I met you sitting on the floor behind a fridge. You looked like a freak.” He lets a giggle at that. “Second, I’ve moonlighted as a waitress many times. And event hostess. Never any event of this level, of course.” 

The last sentence was spoken in a quieter tone. Once again, you’re a bit scared of how Jimin - and everyone else - don’t seem to be bothered by the absolutely luxurious environment around. The immense hall is decorated in similar white and cream tones from the dinner yesterday (there’s a reason for that; Jimin’s parents are celebrating their 30th anniversary, the Pearl anniversary, apparently). Even waiters and waitresses, walking around with silver platters in hands and pretty smiles on their faces, wear cream uniforms. There are literal cascades of white lilies and roses so beautifully entangled that you’re intrigued at how they managed to arrange that. The round dinner tables are also decorated with white flowers at the center. There is a massive ice sculpture of an open oyster with a pearl in it at the entrance of the hall; the presence of pearls and oysters is almost everywhere in the decoration. The hostesses and waitresses even have small oyster shaped pins on their hair. At the very front, there is a stage; it’s barely lit yet, but you can see musicians discreetly preparing their instruments for the concert later. Professional photographers walk around the hall, recording and taking pictures of anything remarkable.

It’s jaw-dropping.

You feel weird inside.

It doesn’t matter that you look like them; you don’t feel like them. You don’t belong in this place, and it feels that everyone will notice it too if you do the slightest thing wrong. It’s clear in the way you’re astonished (outraged) at how someone can spend so much money on flowers (do you even know how much a single bouquet costs? Can you imagine thousands of flowers?!) while these people walk around with hundreds of thousands of dollars hanging from their ears or around their necks, and to them it’s just another weekend.

Oh boy. Mr. Zhou was kinda right. You will have to be very careful not to embarrass Jimin or his family in front of these people.

You walk around with your arm hooked around Jimin’s for a while, making silly small talk with the guests. Jimin quietly whispers who they are and their importance as they approach. It’s always some over the top shit like Biggest LG Shareholder or Co-Founder of This Very Famous Car Brand or CEO of This Very Rich Food Company and it makes your stomach drop every time. It seems that half of the country’s GDP is hanging around in this hall. A bunch of old guys with their (1) same age, but full of obvious cosmetic procedure wives or (2) much younger wives that of course married them out of true love.

Jimin complimented you earlier, but it’s him who deserves the most compliments. He’s really good at this. It’s so easy for him to engage in a superficial but polite conversation. Hello! I acknowledge your presence here! I am thankful that you came but I do not care enough to talk more than two minutes with you! Yes the weather is nice! See you later! All that with the prettiest smile and most genuine fake laughter you’ve ever seen (sounds contradictory but that’s exactly that). And they all fall for that. He’s so unbearably charming.

Which makes you wonder.

Jimin said that the whole purpose of bringing you to Hawaii was to upset his parents. But… he’s not really acting like someone willing to do that. Of course - maybe he knows that if he goes too far, his parents might really cut him off of their sweet sweet money fountain. Yet, it doesn’t match with what he stated earlier. Does he really want to piss his parents off? Or does he want to play the good boy so his parents leave him alone with this engagement thing? Those are opposites, he can’t want both.

Does he even know what he wants?

You’re unsure.

Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have accepted this insanity, the little anxious voice in your head says. Maybe he really is too immature and is about to fuck me up. 

Jimin gives a little pat on the hand that holds his arm and smiles. 

“We’re doing really well, pretty. I’m relieved that you’re here.” He says quietly. “This kind of event always stresses me out, but you’re making this easier.”

Don’t go around saying cute shit like that while I doubt you!

You avoid his gaze and sip a little bit more of the champagne you picked earlier from a waiter. “It doesn’t look like you’re stressed at all.” He shrugs.

“I’m method acting, too. Kinda used to it at this point.”

And there it is. That quiet sadness in his eyes.

Goddamnit.

All the questions in your head crumble to the ground, and you immediately want to comfort him like a baby.

That’s not a baby. It’s a grown ass man. Get yourself together. 

The voice in your head is angrier now - and she’s kinda right, to be honest.

Jimin sighs and pats your hand again. 

“Okay, we’ve wandered around enough. Food will be served soon… so we have to get seated.” He doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t despise the idea of having to sit with his family for another torturously long dinner. 

“Okay.” You nod, placing the now empty champagne glass on another waiter’s platter. You inhale, trying to gather more confidence. “Let’s go.”

So, you start walking towards the table at the front of the stage - the most important one where everyone can see from all directions. 

They’re already there, surrounded by their closest friends.

At every step, you try to gather more and more anger within yourself - this anger will fuel your confidence and muffle the nervousness (in theory). Fuck this middle aged billionaire couple. Fuck their matching cream outfits - Mr. Park Hyunjun wears a very traditional (read: boring) cream suit, while Mrs. Park Eunji wears a long, flowy dress with blue details in it and beautifully embroidered with silver patterns that seem to remember a soft breeze. A beautiful pearl necklace adorns her neck and modest cleavage. Their outfits are very “age appropriate” and posh, indeed, and they are an attractive couple, but everything about them is so painfully traditional.

Also fuck the way they look at you two with disapproval.

Another nauseatingly fake scene unfolds in front of your eyes - Mrs. Eunji giggles and side hugs Jimin, gushing over how handsome he looks (she can’t hide the obvious distaste for his black outfit, though). 

“What an… interesting choice,” she says, touching the embroidery on his blazer with her fingertips. “Rather dramatic, I’d say.”

Jimin smiles. “Everyone looks good in black, you know. Also, I didn’t want to stand out.” 

Bullshit. No one else is wearing black because it goes against the dress code. The way he said it so innocently would make any unsuspecting ears believe him, but his mom is certainly not one of those - neither are you. 

“Of course, black can make anyone look presentable at least. Y/N is live proof, isn’t she?”

She eyes you from head to toe and smiles sweetly.

Holy fucking shit. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

Her tone. The way she looks at you. Her awful Tom Ford perfume that makes you want to vomit as she approaches and - gasp - side hugs you too, like a good and loving mother-in-law. You smile and give her some soft pats on her back, but God, you can’t act as well as her at all - although you force yourself to do your best, well aware that all eyes and ears are focused on the Park family.

“You look astonishing tonight, Mrs. Park,” you say between gritted teeth. “This color really suits you.” Cream is boring. Like old paper. You almost smell like mold, too, rattlesnake.

“I’m glad you think so.” She’s not glad you think so. “See, me and Elie spent a long time choosing the color palette for this dress… he did such a wonderful job in the end.” She widens her eyes slightly. “Oh! My apologies, you can’t possibly know who I’m talking about…”

“Elie Saab.” You promptly say. Of course Elie Saab himself designed a dress for her. “Yes, I know his work.”

“Really?” She raises one eyebrow and this small movement spreads anger through your system. So much disdain, and she just said a word. “I didn’t think you’d know such a highly regarded fashion house, since you seem so… humble.” She has the audacity to eye you up and down with disgust again. “A wonderful trait to have, you see! Our Jimin definitely needs someone in his life to teach him some humility.”

In all honesty, you don’t even know how to respond to this.

Your wanted reaction is to reach for the nearest fork and stab her face with it. Which is, unfortunately, socially inappropriate. You also think of calling her by the ugliest names in existence, which, unfortunately is also socially inappropriate (won’t take you to jail, at least).

But all you can do is keep that smile plastered on your face and anger in your eyes.

This level of contempt is not unusual. 

Alpha High taught you to get used to it. The giggles, side glances, or straight up offenses spoken out loud so everyone could laugh at your expense, too. It taught you to accept it silently, because you knew no one would stand up for you; you didn’t have enough money or a heavy surname to back you up. You weren’t important enough. Who cared if you had an excellent academic performance? It wasn’t as cool as having a summer manor in Greece anyway.

You hate that no clever response comes to your mind. You hate that you can just stand there and awkwardly look at her - this woman that made you feel cheap even though you have diamonds sitting around your neck. You hate that, deep down, you’re feeling as cornered as you were as a defenseless fifteen year old standing on the school hallway.

Not a fun feeling at all.

And things just start getting progressively worse.

Before even Jimin gets time to say something, another couple approaches - and your blood freezes. You’ve seen them yesterday at the reception dinner and earlier today, now feeling a little stupid that you didn’t make the simple connection. They’re followed shortly by another person, a much familiar and hated face. 

Eunbi’s parents, apparently; Mr. and Mrs. Jeong.

Now that you look at the three of them, the silly part of your brain wonders who Eunbi inherited her beauty from, because they don’t share much of it with her, let’s say. They’re impeccably well dressed, of course, but their daughter’s beauty steals all the attention. She wears a rosé pink minidress (is it MiuMiu?) with a straight neckline and thin straps. On her ears, diamond earrings that seem to resemble raindrops; around her neck, a diamond choker necklace. Everything combed with the subtle makeup gives her a young, cute look.

You measure each other up and down like two rival lions about to fight. Complete opposites, black and pink. 

The tension is so extreme that it’s almost visible - like some kind of fog.

Jimin is the one to break the ice, stepping closer to greet the couple, and you do the same, glad that you don’t have to look at Mrs. Rattlesnake even for five seconds - though this other lady also hates you, apparently. It’s kind of amazing how Jimin can act like the heavy tension isn’t there at all.

The seven of you stand there smiling for long and silent five seconds. It looks like a smiling contest. You can’t tell who’s angrier.

“So… Y/N, right?” Mrs. Jeong says. She looks like an eggplant, some part of your brain remarks silently, almost making you (very inappropriately) giggle. “It’s such a surprise that you and our Eunbi were classmates. We would’ve never guessed.”

If that’s even possible - your anger levels increase. It might’ve sounded like a pretty normal thing to say, but her tone and the way she measured you up and down makes it clear that what she really meant was we would’ve never guessed that a nobody like you also studied in Alpha High.

“We were surprised, too.” Eunbi says before you can, smiling sweetly. “We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“This is a great excuse for you to come with us to a day at the Spa tomorrow, isn’t it, Mrs. Park?” Eunbi’s mom says, eyeing the other woman knowingly.

“Of course! Y/N and Eunbi must have a lot to catch up after all these years, right? Y/N, you have to come with us tomorrow.” Rattlesnake hisses- (oops) says.

You look at the two other women with uneasiness.

First of all, this doesn’t sound like an invite, but a summon. You simply know you can’t say no. Second of all - these three despise you, they wouldn’t want you there if they didn’t have second intentions. What do they actually want?

You want to say no thanks, but it feels like you’re handcuffed in this situation.

“Sure. It sounds refreshing,” you finally agree with a painful smile. It didn’t even happen yet, but you know tomorrow is already ruined. Don’t let these bastards get to your head, your inner voice advises; don’t show weakness. You can deal with them.

Yeah, right.

You notice that, surprisingly, Eunbi looks very uncomfortable with the whole idea; she avoids her mother’s gaze and looks down, smile faltering a bit. She doesn’t want to be around you as much as you don’t want to be around her, apparently. At least you can agree on something.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mr. Park stepping closer once again, placing his hand on his wife’s back. “Dear, dinner’s ready and about to be served. We should take our places.” 

“Of course. I’m sure all of us are hungry enough.” She turns around to the other guests to announce it loudly, and somehow all the nearly one hundred people manage to hear it, walking to their respective seats.

Respective seats.

The seats are all charted - something you only saw in movies before, but you should’ve expected it at this point. Coming closer to the round table, you notice that over every beautiful white and blue porcelain plate, there is an elegant tag name in golden lettering on top of it. Mr. and Mrs. Park; Hyungsik and his wife sit by Mr. Park’s seat, while Jimin’s place is by his mother…

And by Jimin’s seat…

You freeze. Jimin freezes, too.

Jeong Eunbi’s name tag.

Feeling your stomach drop, you look around, searching for your own name tag - but there’s none to be seen, and it’s getting increasingly embarrassing as everyone else sits down while you and Jimin remain standing.

Your throat gets dry.

“She’d rather die than let people think her family isn’t perfect,” Jimin said as you walked inside the hall. This made you think she wouldn’t want to embarrass you.

Oh, Jimin. How wrong you were.

“Hm, there must be a mistake.” Jimin speaks up. The smile is still there, but his eyes hardened and his breath gets deeper as the visible anger fills him. “Where is Y/N’s seat?”

“Oh! Jimin, dear… this is a bit unpleasant,” his mother says, stepping closer with clasped hands and (fake) apologetic eyes. “You know that we planned this event months prior… the charting was already made long ago. We didn’t know Y/N would be here today. Unfortunately, there was no time to tell the catering staff to provide one more seat at our table.”

Funny how your legs start feeling cold all of sudden.

It’s the second time you’re at a loss of words tonight, this time much worse than before. You grip Jimin’s arm just a little tighter, feeling how the situation is starting to get people’s attention. Mrs. Park isn’t trying to be quiet right now. Your legs are cold, but your neck and face suddenly warm up with embarrassment as the guests on the main table whisper among each other in confusion.

“We found a vacant seat, of course, right over there, Y/N,” Mrs. Park continues - for fuck’s sake, she just continues - pointing over to the other side of the hall. “With the Kim family. You’ll love them, I know it!”

Your brain can’t process a coherent sentence. 

With the corner of your eye, you notice Eunbi standing a few steps away awkwardly. She has the decency to look embarrassed, at least. Everyone else at the table is already seated.

You’re… you’re supposed to be their daughter-in-law. Their younger son’s girlfriend, the first girl he ever brought over. Yet… they refuse to let you sit by Jimin’s side on the main table, the hosts table, and want you to sit alone on the back so they can set up Jimin and Eunbi. And they’re doing it publicly.

This is the type of humiliation you wouldn’t expect from an adult, a mature person. But it’s happening nevertheless, and you want to sink and disappear. You can’t think of a quirky comeback, a way out that would make you feel less humiliated - even though Jimin isn’t even your real boyfriend and these people aren’t your real in-laws. This trip feels like a mistake, like a bad idea, like Mr. Zhou was absolutely right in his warning.

You’re so overwhelmed by this sour feeling that you don’t notice how Jimin’s smile disappears.

He sighs heavily, looking at his feet, jaw clenched.

“Okay.” He looks up at you - and you’re taken aback, because you’ve never seen Jimin angry before. “Y/N, let’s go back to our room.”

And he starts walking away, taking you along by the hand.

“What? Jimin- where’re you going?” Mrs. Park says, making Jimin stop. “Dinner’s about to be served.”

You see the warning in her eyes and gritted teeth and hardened smile, but for once, Jimin doesn’t play along. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak louder, but when he does speak, it’s in a hard and serious tone.

“If Y/N doesn’t have a place here, neither do I. I don’t see why we should stay in this situation.” He doesn’t bother to whisper, aware that he has the table’s attention. “Now, if you’ll excuse us...” 

Oh shit. He’s angry and offended. Jimin turns around again, holding your hand tightly. 

In the midst of all the bad feelings, this is so satisfying. You’re simply happy that Jimin didn’t leave you on your own, didn’t lower his head to his parents. He stood up for you and is genuinely pissed! His mother is still babbling - she for sure didn’t expect Jimin to want to leave like this - and even Mr. Park got up from his seat; Eunbi is pale, her parents watch in disapproval, similar to Jimin’s older brother, who glares at him as if he did something wrong.

“Wait, Jimin, please,” someone else says, which catches both yours and Jimin’s attention: Mr. Hwang. He’s gotten up and looks between you and Mrs. Park cautiously. “I am sure we can solve this situation very easily. There’s no need to miss this amazing night.”

Mrs. Hwang also gets up; her eyes are widened with worry and an uneasy smile. “I am sure everyone at this table can move a little so Y/N can sit with us.” Murmurs of agreement echo around, much to the Park’s displeasure. “Waiter, please? Could you assist us?”

You and Jimin eye each other as Mrs. Hwang politely asks a nearby waiter to bring another chair, while the guests start getting up with no protest to open a little spot by Jimin’s side. In no time, there is one more chair at the table; another waitress hushes to bring a new set of plates and cutlery. 

“See? It’s done! Not a big problem at all.” Mr. Hwang says happily; the guests at the table also seem content. 

“I guess we can all sit now, right, Jimin?” His wife says. “We all would hate it if this lovely young lady missed the concert.” And to your surprise - the table agrees.

You look at Jimin again. He doesn’t look happy - not at all - but it seems that he softened up a bit because of the Hwang couple; same goes for you. If this was a competition for Best Middle Aged Couple, the Hwangs would’ve won it by far.

He raises an eyebrow at you - a question. You shrug and nod in small movements. Although you’d rather not be here, at least Mrs. Park looks infuriated that her silly little plan didn’t work and she in fact caused a ridiculous scene. Her attempt at embarrassing you completely backfired.

Jimin sighs heavily and, instead of saying anything, walks back to the table once again. The guests sigh in relief; Eunbi looks even more awkward; the Parks are fuming. Jimin pushes the chair for you to sit, and as you do, a little spark of victory fills your chest. 

“I’m glad this is solved,” Mrs. Park says, glaring at you as if she wants to stab you with the nearest knife, a lip tightened smile. “I hate unforeseen events.”

You are the unforeseen event. About to be the worst she could ever imagine.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Park. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.” You say sweetly. Jimin does his best not to laugh; she definitely wants to stab you. 

Me 1 x 0 Rattlesnake

A win, at last.

Everyone at the table does their best to forget The Seat Incident for the sake of a good mood. 

Lighthearted conversations. Good (amazing) food. The band plays soft background music. Understandably so, neither you and Jimin talk much - he is still visibly upset; chooses to just respond whenever someone mentions him or makes quiet comments in your ear from time to time. You, on the other hand, don’t talk much because the person sitting by your left side is Eunbi and you’d honestly rather swallow nails than willingly have a conversation with her.

All things considered, everything is going alright. They’re asking fewer questions than yesterday, which is great, so you can focus on whatever the name of this thing you’re eating is - taking small bites and chewing slowly so you don’t look impolite and desperate for food. Your stomach twirls every time you hear Jimin’s parents' voices, though, which makes you enjoy the taste less.

You’re doing great, you mentally pat yourself on the back. A few more hours and you’ll be back in your room. Just get this over with. 

After pretty much everyone is done eating - your stomach is so full that the dress becomes uncomfortably tight -, Mr. Park gets up from the chair and softly clicks the side of a knife on a crystal glass, enough to call everyone’s attention. You notice when a waiter swiftly places a mic on the table for him.

The band stops. Everyone goes silent. Mr. Park Hyunjun takes the mic, a soft smile adorning his features, as the spotlight focuses on him.

“Good evening once again, my friends.” His deep and elegant voice echoes softly through the speakers. The whole hall greets him back. “I hope everyone enjoyed this amazing dinner prepared by Chef Mauro Bianchi. Mr. Mauro, it is a pleasure to have you with us once again.”

A round of applause. An aggressively Italian man with a cook outfit politely bows and smiles as the spotlight focuses on him in the back of the hall, close to the kitchen doors. Of course Mr. Park only acknowledges the worldwide famous, I-don’t-know-how-many-Michelin-stars holder Chef, but not the entirety of the staff that helped organize and serve everyone. 

“As most of the friends present here already know, me and my dear wife prepare this event every year not only as a celebration of our union, but also as a celebration of all the many achievements and challenges we win throughout the year.” He makes a dramatic pause, his eyes scanning the crowd to make sure everyone is paying attention - and everyone indeed is; despite your hatred for the man, you can’t deny that with this level of oratory, he could’ve easily been a news anchor.

He offers his hand to help his wife get up from the chair as another round of applause echoes. Mrs. Rattlesnake has a pretty smile, you have to admit. Once again - yeah, they do look great together, and otherwise you’d think this is all too sweet, but there’s just something inherently wrong with this scene… too poised, robotic - trained to detail.

“And past year was indeed one of the most significant of our lives. After much work, Aurum ranked fifth place as one of the biggest steel companies in the world. We’ve achieved heights my parents would’ve never imagined.” He continues. More applause. What does it even have to do with his marriage? “Unity. This is the word for our 30th anniversary. Everything we’ve made and built, we did together - and I’m sure we wouldn’t have gotten this far if we were apart.” Oh, so your fortune was “achieved” because of your wife? I thought it was because of the already rich company your dad left on your hands. 

“And the oyster, my friends, is the perfect symbol of unity; it summons up our life as a couple very well.” He looks at his wife sweetly. You have trouble telling if Mrs. Rattlesnake’s glossy eyes are fake or not. “An oyster. Two shells, pressed together - working together to create the most beautiful pearl. And our pearls, our jewels - the biggest gift this marriage brought us both - is our two sons.”

My God.

You want to vomit.

The applause is a bit louder now as the spotlight focuses on both Jimin and Hyungsik. Both of them smile and wave to the public. If you hadn’t spent the most uncomfortable hours of your life around this family, you would’ve fallen for Mr. Park’s sweet words - but hell no. I mean, it might be true about Hyungsik - but Jimin? The dear son they very publicly disrespected only barely an hour ago, by ignoring his partner? The dear son they mock constantly, scold, disrespect, and want to force into an arranged marriage against his will?

These people genuinely make you sick.

You’re a bit surprised as Jimin grabs your hand under the tablecloth, where no one can see. You take it and squeeze softly. He wants to vomit as much as you do.

“You two are live proof of our love, and we are so proud to know you’re our children.” The applause continues as Mr. Park speaks this time. Kind of funny how he says that while Jimin himself stated that he sees his parents once a year. That’s not the behavior of someone that cares this much. 

“Unity. Family. Love. Friendship. It’s what we’ve been harvesting together for the past 30 years, and I couldn’t be more happy and grateful.” He squeezes his wife’s hand sweetly. “Now, let us celebrate together, my dear friends.”

The lights go off while the hall applauds; the band starts playing again, way louder this time - a melody you’re familiar with - and when all the spotlights focus on the stage-

You gasp loudly.

“What the-?!” You whisper in utter shock. Jimin chuckles.

The woman standing on the stage is… is Kim Gain.

Like, why are you even surprised at this point? What, you thought the Parks would’ve hired a bar singer for their super expensive wedding anniversary? But even so, you didn’t expect to be seeing the 90s love songs’ legend Kim fucking Gain standing a few meters away from you, wearing a gorgeous long silver dress, her beautiful and powerful voice filling the hall as she sings her all-time smash hit Flower Hill. This woman doesn’t even do concerts anymore! You can’t even imagine the insane amount of money they must’ve paid her to do a private concert. 

She sings looking directly at the main couple, and God- despite the age, her voice sounds even better live than recorded. It makes you forget for a while all of tonight’s awful events. You quietly hum along to the lyrics of Flower Hill word by word - it’s impossible to not know this song, not only because it’s a classic, but because it’s your mother’s favorite song and she hammered it into your head.

Your memories are as clear as the blue sky; your mother played her CD over and over again - this song specifically - while she prepared lunch. You helped her peel the boiled eggs, standing on a stool so you’d get tall enough to reach the sink, while she cut cabbage swiftly. You both sang along to Flower Hill. Even your father would hum along eventually as he put the dried bowls on their respective cabinets.

It’s a good childhood memory. One of the few. You remember thinking that your mother looked so beautiful when she wasn’t frowning and angry at you.

And all of sudden - sadness hits you like a truck.

Funny how being humiliated in front of these people didn’t even get close to making you cry the way just thinking of your mother does.

You sigh and look down, that familiar heavy thing growing in your chest, stubborn tears that you blink away before they can even come. Shit shit shit. Don’t you dare to cry here, Y/N, you scold yourself harshly. But goddammit- Mrs. Kim Gain sings really well, and when the chorus hits, you always melt away.

It’s moments like this that remind you that you are, in fact, not indifferent. And you are, in fact, far more hurt that you can put into words.

It’s your turn to squeeze Jimin’s hand for comfort.

He eyes you quietly, confused - but chooses to not make any comment.

You elbow Jimin’s side, eyes squinted, as if unsure of what you’re seeing.

“What?” He asks, relaxing on the chair next to yours, now sitting on a table at the external part of the hall. Finally some cool night air; from the external part, you have a wonderful view of the immense garden that goes down the hill directly to the sea. You can see the pier down there; it’s full of parked yachts - much more than during the day - but there’s some in the distance as well, shining against the otherwise pitch black sea like little stars.

“Am I crazy,” you say after sipping more champagne from the glass, “or that’s Kim Minju?”

You discreetly point to a certain girl standing inside the hall. She’s tall and gorgeous, wearing a green sundress. You’re not really into idols - you don’t have time to keep up with celebrities at all - but even someone like you can recognize Kim Minju, the new “it” girl from the new “it” group everyone’s been talking about lately.

Jimin squints his eyes as well, and when he sees who you’re pointing at, he nods. “Yep, it’s her.”

You raise one eyebrow up. “Why are your parents friends with teenage celebrities?”

“They’re friends with her mother.” Jimin sips from his own glass of champagne. He took his blazer off and rolled the shirt up to his elbows, looking much more relaxed now that he can finally stay away from his family. 

Kim Gain finished her concert, which meant people were allowed to just hang around and talk again, while the band kept playing background music. You decided to leave the main table as soon as you could, finding this almost-hidden table at the external balcony (you’re glad it’s this hidden, because it’s getting hard to sit all lady-like with your feet hurting like this. These Givenchy sandals were way too expensive to be this uncomfortable to wear).  Jungkook was hanging out with you two minutes ago, but suddenly something “very important” happened and he had to leave (in other words: some hot girl passed by and he went after her).

“And her mother is…?”

“One of MNET’s biggest shareholders, basically. Why do you think Minju is the most popular member? Her mother pays for her to be the center, to have the best clothes… this kind of thing.” He speaks in a low voice, aware of the people around. “Most popular idols are only popular because their families pay for their popularity.”

“Oh.” Makes sense. You look him up and down, the hint of a playful smile on your lips. “You could’ve asked your parents for help in this area, Jimin. You would’ve made a great idol.”

Jimin chuckles and pushes his hair back. “I know, right? But I don’t think I would survive a day in this life. I mean- a dating ban?” He scowls. “Just no.”

You chuckle too, resting your chin on your palm. You’ve only been sipping champagne - though they’re serving other interesting drinks, too -, afraid to get even slightly intoxicated and embarrass yourself (and Jimin) in front of these people. Even so, this champagne is starting to make you feel a little funny inside. Maybe I should stop.

“How do you even know this dating ban thing is real?” You raise one eyebrow at him. Jimin huffs.

“I had a thing with this idol girl for a while.” He says nonchalantly - then interrupts himself, as if he just realized he said something he shouldn’t. He eyes you apologetically.

“I don’t care if you talk about other girls.” You assure, rolling your eyes. And you actually don’t. It’s not like you have anything real going on for you to care. (You’re quietly blaming your rage fit against Hari earlier today on the alcohol).

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why would I?”

Jimin looks at you in silence.

“Kinda hoped you’d be jealous.”

You laugh it off, furiously ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. “Just tell the story, Jimin.”

He seems dramatically disappointed, which makes you giggle again. Jimin sips more champagne and tilts his head.

 “So… me and this girl. Whenever we went out together, we had to literally - I mean literally - hide. Wearing masks, sunglasses, hoodies, all this stuff. At the beginning it was kind of fun, but then it got unbearable. Her manager kept calling her all the time to know where she was. One time, a paparazzi caught us and I had to pay them a shitton of money to not release the photos.”

“Why didn’t she pay for it? Or her company?” You ask, genuinely curious. 

“Because her company didn’t know. She didn’t tell them, scared of getting punished or whatever. And she didn’t have the amount they asked for. So I paid for it.” He shrugs. “Then I broke up with her. I mean, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, why did I have to hide?”

“Yeah, sounds like a strict life. I don’t think I could take it, either.”

You notice the way Jimin’s eyes glint with playfulness again; a mischievous smirk adorns his lips. He comes even closer to you and looks around, making sure the people aren’t paying attention to the conversation. 

“Back on the topic of Kim Minju,” he says in that quiet tone that means gossip. “Her mother is lesbian.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Really? How do you know?”

“I know a lot of things about a lot of people.” He discreetly points to an elegant woman standing near Kim Minju - maybe just a bit younger than Mrs. Park. “That one.” You squint your eyes to analyze her. “She’s been ‘single’ for around ten years, since her divorce with Minju’s father. She’s, like… the most famous closeted lesbian I’ve ever seen. In terms of how much people I know she fucked, she must be only behind Mr. Junghoon.”

Your eyes widen even more. “Jungkook’s dad?!”

Jimin nods vehemently. “Yep. He must’ve fucked at least half of this hall. All those pretty younger wives.”

You eye Junghoon - standing in the middle of the hall, laughing at something someone said. “Like father, like son, I guess.” Jimin chuckles at this. “I mean, he is very hot for his age.”

“That’s not even the craziest person here.” Jimin narrows his eyes, looking for someone into the crowd. You find yourself entertained by his sudden will to spill people’s lives on you - it even makes you forget how much your feet hurt for a while. When he finds them, he elbows your side lightly. “That couple over there? The Kwons?”

You take around three seconds to find them- a middle aged couple, a bit older than Jimin’s parents, perhaps. They seemed very polite (considering you talked for less than two minutes).

“Yeah?”

“They host massive orgies.” You look at Jimin in pure shock. He looks back at you with his eyebrows raised in that I know, girl expression. “They have a mansion in Malibu only for this purpose. They invite dozens of people to participate.”

You sip more champagne. That conservative looking couple host orgies? They look like the type of people that think women showing their ankles is a sin. Appearances really mean nothing around here! “Were you ever invited?”

“Thank God no. And I wouldn’t go anyway. Not into voyeurism.” Jimin makes a disgusted scowl. “But I know some people that went there. They’re pretty creepy, actually. Just… stay away from them, okay?”

“Noted.” You’ve watched enough documentaries about how rich people can be creepy to know Jimin isn’t kidding.

“There’s also, let’s see… oh! Jinwoo, over there.” He points to a man in his early thirties that you briefly greeted earlier today. “His marriage was arranged, too. I heard he has a severe humiliation kink. He likes to be treated like shit by women.” You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide the bubbling giggle. Not to kinkshame anyone, but wow. “But his wife is not into it at all. From what I’ve heard, they even live in separate houses. So Jinwoo has to pay women to satisfy him.”

“I wouldn’t think that of him… he looks like the type that calls women females.” You remark. 

“People around here look nothing like they actually are.” Jimin sips more champagne. You expectantly wait for him to tell you more - (1) because you like gossiping (2) because this is the most fun you’ve had the entire night. “Oh! Minho and Krystal. Over there.”

Said couple is standing quite far, talking to Jimin’s brother and his wife. They must be in their early thirties, too; an attractive couple that haven’t stepped away from each other the whole time. You briefly remember thinking they looked cute together.

“Yeah?”

“They’re in a forced marriage, too. Minho is gay.”

You pause. “They look genuine.”

“They’re not.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I met him in a bar last year in Berlin. He hit on me. Insistently. He’s friends with my brother, so I turned him down. But yeah, I saw him with other guys there.”

You look back at Minho in silence.

Oh.

This one’s kinda sad.

“So… he was forced into marrying a woman even though he’s gay.” You reason out loud. “Does his family know?”

“Probably not. At least, they pretend they don’t.” Jimin sips more champagne with a sour expression.

“That’s fucked up in so many levels.” You’re starting to get angry just talking about it. “He’s trapped with this woman, having to pretend his entire life? All for the sake of appearances? What, are we stuck in the XVIII century and nobody told me?”

“I told you that’s how things work around here.” He says, staring at the bubbles in his champagne glass.

And he actually told you. In your third encounter, back at the convenience store. But you didn’t believe him. It felt too far from your reality to be taken seriously. Now, though - after finding out that most of these pristine looking people, the “role models” of society are in secret what they most demonize - you truly realize how awful everything is. This much hypocrisy feels repulsive, overwhelming.

Is this how Jimin has been feeling his entire life?

“What about you, Jimin?” you ask quietly, any hint of playfulness gone from your face and voice.

“What about me?”

“What if you’re stuck in this situation? I mean, I remember what you told me back then. What if you want to marry a guy? Your parents would be against it… are you going to end like Minho? Having to pretend for the rest of your life? Can you accept this?”

Jimin sighs and hangs his head back, closing his eyes. You hate it because for a moment all you can look at is his half parted plump lips and your brain malfunctions for a sec.

“Let’s not talk about me, please?” He asks in a whiny, raspy voice.

“Why not? I’m worried about you. Can’t I be worried?” You put one hand on your hip, somehow starting to feel offended.

“No, you can’t.” He still hasn’t opened his eyes.

Yeah, you’re offended now. “Okay, then. I’m sorry for caring.”

Jimin looks at you with half opened eyes.

His voice drops.

“Don’t do this to me.”

“What?” You raise one eyebrow up.

“Act like you actually care.”

“Why do you think I’m acting?” You slightly push the empty champagne glass away, so nothing is between you two. Because he’s quieter, you unconsciously drop your voice, too.

“You said so. Method acting.” 

You’re getting tired of this “method acting” thing. You inhale heavily. “Well, I’m not acting right now.”

Jimin drops his eyes to his own empty champagne glass, drumming his fingers on the table softly. He makes a small pout. His lips are so damn attractive. “You know, I’m conflicted about you.”

“Please elaborate.”

“I know I shouldn’t be expecting anything real from you at all, since I hired you to be here. But why do I feel that something real is going on?” He looks up at you again. “But then, sometimes, I feel like it’s not? I don’t know what to think of you.”

Holy Shit.

He went straight to the point.

You feel goosebumps on your spine (though you try to blame it on the cool breeze hitting your back, not on Jimin’s piercing gaze, of course). It’s kind of creepy how Jimin can balance being silly and cute in a moment and then boom - painfully straightforward a second later. He didn’t beat around the bush at all.

And yeah, you get what he meant.

You can’t tell if something real is going on. It’s way too early to say something “real” - whatever it is - is happening; you barely even know Jimin. At the same time he doesn’t know if you’re serious, you don’t know if he is being serious; many times, it feels like he’s acting, putting up a character around you. The way you’re rapidly getting attached to him is scary - what if you’re getting attached to a character? What if you’re surprised by Jimin’s real persona in the worst way possible?

You have no idea about any of that.

What you know, though - something that is very real, is almost visible - is the undeniable attraction you feel for each other.

This isn’t deep. You don’t have to think much about it.

And right now - with the alcohol subtly fogging your judgment and making you feel hot inside; the accumulated tension - you don’t really want to fight back anymore. You don’t want to think of consequences. All you can think of is his pretty plump lips.

You smirk, resting your face on your palm again. You see how this single look of yours affects him. You’re not the only one that can do this, Jimin.

“You know,” your voice is very quiet right now; half lidded eyes that stare back at him with the same intensity. “Knowing everything isn’t fun. I think it’s better this way.”

You’re still in public, but it’s like everyone else becomes distant. 

Jimin smirks, too.

“Let’s play a game, then.” He says all of sudden, getting even closer to you, on the edge of his seat. “I’ll ask a few questions. You can answer them or not.”

You feel his hand on your leg, under the tablecloth.

This makes you widen your eyes, surprised, looking around discreetly. “What are you doing?”

“You said your feet hurt, pretty.” Oh shit. That mischievous tone, playful smile, glinting eyes. You’re a popsicle melting under his heat. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to giggle, as Jimin rests your left leg over his own legs. “Free massage.”

You’re kind of hidden - your leg is fully under the tablecloth - but you still look around frantically, trying not to make any weird face. “Jimin- they’ll see us.”

Jimin clicks his tongue at the same time he swiftly unbuckles your sandal and places it on the floor. Your heart beats faster with adrenaline - if any auntie sees this, they might want to arrest me! “They’re not paying attention to us.”

Indeed, no one is. Mr. and Mrs. Park are having a dance in the center of the hall; most of the crowd surrounds them. The place became dimly lit as the spotlight focuses only on the couple as they sway to a romantic tune and everyone watches them.

You’re about to make another complaint, but as both of his hands hold your aching foot, pressing it - you have to fight back what would be an obscene moan. It feels too good. Jimin chuckles.

“So, back on the game.” It’s criminal how he acts like he’s doing nothing wrong as his hands massage your foot. “Did you want to hook up with Hoseok?”

This comes so out of the blue that you freeze. “What made you think that?”

“I saw the way you looked at each other.”

Well. It’s not like Hoseok tried to pretend when he first saw you. “No. He’s hot, but no.”

Jimin nods. He seems satisfied with the answer. His hands work around your feet miraculously, pressing on the right spots, easing the pain. 

They go a bit up. On your ankles now.

Oh God.

“Did you want to hook up with Jungkook?” Still not looking at you.

“No.” You chuckle. “What got into you? Are you jealous?”

“I don’t know, am I?” He raises his eyebrows and shrugs, making you smile. “I’d only be jealous if something real was going on between us, right?”

His hands are traveling up your leg, still massaging as they do. You gulp heavily. Your heart beats faster.

“Right.”

Your thigh.

You gasp quietly as, in a sudden movement, he pushes you even closer to his body. The chair scratches on the floor. You’re glad the music is loud enough to mask the noise. 

His hands are warm. His smirk widens.

Jimin massages your thigh slowly. You don’t make any attempt to stop him. His hands are resting just a little distant from the hem of your dress. 

You want them to be under it. 

Yes, you are very much aware of all the people standing around, the things they’d think if they notice what is going on. But Jimin’s hands are on your thigh and you feel hotter inside every minute and his delicious lips are right there and holy fuck he’s enjoying torturing you as much as you enjoy being tortured and- you don’t even remember what you were worrying about a second ago.

“You’re so soft.” He says in a quiet, sultry voice that makes your insides quiver. “Are you feeling better now, pretty?”

“Mmmh-hmm” you say quietly as your breath gets deeper - which makes Jimin smile even more. “You’re good at this, did you know that? You have a hidden talent.”

He chuckles darkly, lifting his eyes to meet yours. “I could show you what else I can do with this talent of mine.”

His fingers - slowly, hesitantly - travel just a bit upwards, while he eyes you tentatively. He sees no disapproval or discomfort in your expression, which only ignites his excitement. He smirks and shakes his head slightly. 

“I’m actually going insane because of you, Y/N.” The smirk in his voice makes yet another goosebump run through your system. In response, you tilt your head to the side, eyeing him innocently.

“Why? I’m not doing anything.” You bite the tip of your tongue while smiling, which makes Jimin gulp.

Oh, the electricity. It almost sparks in the air with the power of a lightning. And to think you were trying to act all chaste not long ago, gaslighting yourself into thinking that doing anything with him would be equivalent as “selling yourself”.

Who fucking cares?

“Last question.” He says quietly, leaning even closer to you until his lips are right by your ear, sending shivers of excitement down your body. 

“Will you let finally let me fuck you?”

The words get stuck in your throat.

Jimin hasn’t been this obscenely straightforward up until now. It makes your mouth water, your heart beat faster. His voice wasn’t demanding. It was pleading. Like he was desperate for you and couldn’t take it anymore.

And that’s your last straw.

You lean away just enough to look at him. Fuck, he’s got pleading eyes, too. Your panties feel humid, you remember the last time you had sex was three months ago, you feel his warm hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your intimacy. 

You smile and, in a swift movement, move your leg away from his hand.

Jimin looks confused for a moment, his smile faltering, as you take the sandal and put it on your foot once again. He looks even more confused - maybe thinking you got offended? - when you get up and adjust your dress.

Then you look at him.

“Excuse me. I need to go to the toilet.”

Without looking back, you take the clutch from the table and make your way inside the hall.

The main couple is still having their moment in the middle of the hall - and for the first time you’re thankful to them, because no one even bats an eye as you discreetly make your way to the restroom. The dim lights hide you, not even waiters or security guards or photographers notice you. 

As you get into the black marble restroom - completely empty - you have around five seconds to look at your reflection in the mirror before Jimin walks in and shuts the door.

His lips on yours shut you mid-giggle.

Jimin grabs the back of your neck and glues his body on yours with the other hand as he hungrily kisses you - the kiss tastes like the cherry from your lipgloss and expensive champagne. You grab both sides of his neck as Jimin and you stumble to one of the stalls and you close the door clumsily. Holy fucking shit, it’s getting hot. The kiss is deep and desperate and full of desire. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says in a breathy voice that makes you smile seductively. “Why you gotta do this to me?”

You unconsciously squeeze your thighs on one another as he leaves a wet kiss on your neck; you grab his shoulders for support. “I’m not doing anything yet.”

He chuckles darkly against your skin, his hot breath increases your temperature even more. His hand travels down your back to squeeze your ass, making you gasp lightly. He leaves one more wet kiss, and another, and another.

Jimin leans away so he can look at you. His lips are reddish, wet and a bit swollen. 

“You don’t need to.” He parts your legs with his own. Your insides bubble with excitement. “Look at you… all dolled up. The prettiest of all of them out there.” He licks his lips slowly. “I want to make a mess of you, Y/N. I want to see how pretty you look with your hair and makeup ruined by me.”

His knee presses on your intimacy, making you involuntarily sigh; the pressure is still too soft, not even close to satisfying the raging fire inside your body, but it already makes you gulp and breath heavier. God, you want this man inside of you. You need him. 

Jimin notices your change in expression and his smirk widens as he moves his knee against you, making you sigh again. You kiss him eagerly. There’s still music out there, but all you can hear is the kissing sounds and breaths and Jimin’s deep humm of approval.

“This is the face I wanted to see the most.” He whispers on your lips, his leg pressed against you, his hands caressing your waist and hips. “Let me make you feel good, pretty… please?” He pecks your lips. “Hmm?” He bites your bottom lip lightly, passing his tongue on it right after. “Can I fuck you now?”

Shit shit shit. It’s embarrassing how you already feel this wet while you barely even started. Were you this much touch starved? Or is it because you’ve been wanting this as much as him since the beginning?

You kiss him again.

“Not here.” you whisper in a breathy voice.

Jimin nods. It’s obvious. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

Back to your shared bungalow? It’s too far from here - only five minutes by car, yes, but you don’t think you can wait this long. Not to mention Mr. Zhou would be the one to drive you both back and you don’t want to look at that old man’s face before having sex.

Inside some car? But which car? This place is full of butlers and security guards, anyone would notice what’s going on. Just no.

As you’re about to ask where you could head to - Jimin’s eyes glint in that way that tells you he had an idea. 

His smirk widens.

He steps back and grabs your hand with a boyish, playful expression.

“Let’s go.”

You have time to grab the forgotten clutch from over the sink before Jimin drags you out of the restroom - luckily, the hall is still dimly lit and there aren’t many people back here. Discreetly, you two make your way towards the back exit - avoiding butlers and photographers at the main entrance - stepping out of the hall towards the stairs.

You finally realize where Jimin is heading to when you get to the sidewalk and he takes a turn to the left.

The pier.

Dozens of parked and empty yachts just around the corner.

You’re both laughing childishly as you run towards the pier - stopping only so you can yank those sandals off; who the hell could run in stilettos? - not caring to look back, feeling excitement and just the sheer joy of doing something you know you shouldn’t. The pier is quiet, there aren’t many people around; most yachts are dark. Jimin doesn’t drop your hand as he squints his eyes trying to find a specific one. When he does, he sprints towards it, dragging you along.

Jungkook’s yacht.

Completely dark. Cleaners, bartenders, all the staff are long gone, having finished their shifts long ago. 

There is a security guard standing in front of the entrance stairs, though.

He frowns as you two approach.

“Hey!” Jimin says in a happy voice. “You’re… Steven, right? Remember me? We were here earlier today.”

By the looks of it, his name is Steven, and he looks shocked that Jimin remembers it. “Good evening, sir. Did you need something?”

“You see, Steven, I might have forgotten something very important in the yacht.” Jimin says. You want to laugh. “I’d like to go check it out.”

“Of course, sir. Tell me what it is, I can ask another guard to check it for you-“

Jimin steps closer.

“No, Steven. I need to check it out. It’s kind of personal, you know?”

Steven eyes you and Jimin back and forth. 

The penny drops. His frown deepens. You’re not even embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t let you in.” He says in a mix of hesitance and annoyance. “This is private property.”

“I know, Steven, and I’m glad my friend hired such a diligent security guard. You’re very professional.” Jimin is a bastard, isn’t he? “I promise I won’t get you in trouble. Just let me check, okay?”

Steven looks around. “I’m sorry, sir… I really can’t.” 

Jimin nods.

He drops your hand for the first time, reaching for the inside of his back pocket. 

You watch with your jaw dropped as he opens his wallet and puts a stack of money on Steven’s hand.

Jimin casually walks around with stacks of money in his wallet.

The security guard’s eyes are as widened as yours. That much money must be double - shit, triple - of what he’ll get for this shift. You see as his annoyance dissolves and his resolve to not let you in disappears.

“It’s a really tiny thing I’m looking for, so it’ll take, I don’t know… an hour?” Jimin looks back at you up and down and reaches for his wallet again. He takes another stack just as big and puts it on Steven’s hand. “Two hours, actually, to check the whole place.”

Steven gulps. It seems he’s furiously fighting against his work ethic - but the money on his hand is heavier. 

Steven steps aside, finally giving up. “Okay, sir.”

Jimin smiles and grabs your hand again. “Make sure to keep the other guards away, okay? Thank you so much!”

You two sprint up the stairs - you have time to mumble an embarrassed “thank you” - towards the deck.

The yacht is completely dark, except for some emergency lights. Jimin guides you around it. You know there are actual bedrooms here, but both of you are way too impatient to go up one more flight of stairs - so before you can even process what’s happening, Jimin has thrown you against the bar counter and is kissing you again.

You drop the sandals and the clutch on the wooden floor before entangling your arms around Jimin’s neck. He presses his body on yours so hard that you lean back, your back hits the counter. And to think you were right here a few hours ago, surrounded by a bunch of people; it’s a completely different vibe with the lights off, silent, the darkness of the sea around you. 

It’s your turn to squeeze Jimin’s ass, which makes him chuckle against your lips. He leans away for a moment and seems to be searching for something; with a click of his, the glass top of the counter lits up - there are red led lights under it. Both him and you are painted red. 

Jimin looks at you with hungry eyes, out of breath. That damn smirk.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this, pretty.” He pushes you closer again, grabbing your hair and leaving noisy kisses on your neck.

“I think I do.” You say cockily. You’ve been aching for him all this time - and it’ even embarrassing to admit it to yourself -; it’s embarrassing that Jimin is everything you learned to hate (filthy rich, arrogant, a fuck boy) from your past experiences, but shit, you’ve been wondering how he would feel inside of you all this time, you’ve been craving him since that night in your tiny apartment… and you’ve been wondering if he fucks as good as he talks.

Your hand bravely travels to his front. You rest your palm on his crotch, gently pressing it - earning a soft sigh from him. He’s stone hard. It makes you chuckle cockily against his ear, and the sensual sound sends shivers down Jimin’s spine. 

“No, no, no… you don’t really know.” His lips are on your ear as he speaks quietly and deeply. While one of his hands are still tightly entangled in your hair, the other travels down your back - which already almost makes you melt - to rest on your ass; in a slow but unhesitant movement, he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it up to your hips, fully exposing your ass. “Ever since that time at the store…” he massages your asscheeks with both palms and squeezes it gently. You lick his neck in response. “When you looked at me with such disdain… you were reading a fucking text book behind that counter, looking at me as if you were so much better than me… I imagined fucking you over that same counter, pretty.” Goosebumps. He grabs one of your thighs and you instinctively wrap it around his waist; when he humps his clothed core against yours, you can’t fight back a soft moan. “I imagined fucking you over and over again. Such a hard-working girl…” He humps again, stronger this time. “So pretty…”

Your impatient fingers search for the lapel of his blazer, and you help him take it off, dropping it on the floor; you grab his face with both hands and your lips are pressed again in a hot dance, while he still humps slowly and sensually; each rub on your clothed clit sends electricity and heat through your veins. Your lower part is almost totally uncovered, except for the black lace thong you wear, and the cool ocean breeze makes the tiny hairs on your body raise. Everything is red and hot. Some sane part of your brain registers that if there’s anyone inside the neighbor yachts, they will totally see what’s happening - and it only adds to the excitement.

Jimin breaks the kiss and leans back slightly with half lidded eyes. His lips are shiny and stained with your lipgloss. He’s so sexy that the vision itself makes you feel pleasure.

He grips your ass tightly and watches intently as his movements make your breath get deeper each time, makes you sigh and moan softly. His breathing is deeper, too; his Adam’s apple moves when he gulps. He licks his bottom lip sensually, feeling the taste of your sweet lipgloss. He keeps you glued to his body as both of you move your hips against each other, rubbing your clothed intimacies to a more urgent pace; there are already droplets of sweat starting to cover his forehead. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” He whispers, watching you whimper. 

“Touch me.” Your voice sounds strangled and slightly out of breath, which makes Jimin smile darkly. “Please.”

“Baby, you don’t need to beg.” He’s so visibly proud of himself and excited that he’s almost glowing more than the red led lights. The hand that supported your leg swiftly travels to your front and he unashamedly presses it on your clothed core, feeling the lace with his fingertips and the wetness underneath. The smile widens. “I’m going to give you anything you want tonight. Anything.”

Your head drops back when he starts to move his fingers in circular movements over your clit. He watches your every reaction intently with that same darkened gaze and smile. With the other hand, he grabs the back of your neck and once again glues his lips to your ear: 

“I want to hear you moan for me, baby.”

He says as his fingers slip under the fabric of the thong.

You shiver and an obscene whimper leaves your lips when his cool fingers make contact with your warm, wet intimacy. He hums in approval - and the deep sound makes your legs shake -, feeling your arousal, before once again putting pressure on your clit and moving his fingers in provocative circles. That’s a man that knows what to do with a clit, by the way. You entrance tightens around nothing.

“You like that?” He whispers. You nod, eyes closed, lips half parted. “Hmmm…” is all you can say. His smile widens.

Instinctively, you start to buck your hips, following the movement of his hand. He increases the speed of his movements, noticing your eagerness. You feel the fire spreading from your core down your legs and stomach.

With a quiet chuckle, he suddenly wraps his other arm around your waist. You let a surprised gasp as Jimin lifts you from the ground with ease and makes you sit over the counter (you hadn’t realized that Jimin is that strong, which is kind of hot).

He stands between your legs and kisses you again. Your fingers run through his smooth hair; he massages your thighs, back and ass. You softly bite his delicious bottom lip, and it’s sick how you know he’s smiling before even opening your eyes.

“You want me so bad, baby. It’s kind of cute.” He breathes amidst a quiet chuckle. 

“You’re talking too much.” 

He chuckles again as his fingers search for the zipper on the back of your dress. “I can’t shut up when you’re around.” The quiet sound of the zipper somehow sounds loud right now. “I want you to pay attention to me and only me.”

“You have all of my attention now. Let’s see if you deserve it.” Jimin finds it sickening how you sound innocent and sweet as you say this, gazing at him with the most daring eyes he’s ever seen. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, let’s see.”

Usually, you’d worry about taking the dress off, scared to damage it somehow, but as Jimin helps you lift it and put it over your head, you couldn’t care less. You’re not wearing a bra. Your chest is fully exposed; you rest your hands back on the counter, gazing at Jimin sweetly, as he almost drools over your body. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathes heavily, mesmerized. Without wasting a second, he cups your breasts with both hands and squeezes them gently, earning a hum of approval from you. He kisses your neck, making his way down - slow, wet, loud kisses -, tasting you; you grip and massage his smooth hair, pulling it softly in ways that make him shiver.

When he hungrily mouths one of your hardened nipples, you bite your bottom lip and a soft moan escapes. Just the vision of his plump lips wrapped around your nipple makes you wetter. He swirls his warm, wet tongue around it, while his hand still works on your other breast, massaging it in delicious movements. He sucks your nipple, making a loud noise, before biting it gently - earning a hiss from you.

“I like that sound.” He says against your skin, looking up at you with a smile. “God, you’re delicious.” He kisses a spot on your stomach, under your breast. “You smell so good…” Another kiss. Lower this time. “I want to eat you.”

You giggle, biting your lip provocatively - as if his actions aren’t making you go insane. “Then do it.”

It’s his turn to laugh as he shakes his head; his smile is angelical - even though, right now, with the red light painting his face as he helps you position your feet on the counter - your hands supporting the weight of your body as you lean back slightly, totally spread and exposed for him -, he looks like a hungry demon.

God. You never had sex in such an open place before. The ocean breeze hits your body, making you shiver, at the same time that you’re burning from the inside, trembling in expectation. Jimin takes the hem of your thong and helps you take it off slowly, well aware of how painful making you wait is. He drops the last piece of clothing to the floor before grabbing the insides of your thighs, spreading you even more.

You’re naked and open over a bar counter, where anyone from the neighboring yachts can see you, with a million dollar necklace around your neck - and you’ve never been so aroused before.

Jimin licks his lips, eyes locked on your cunt. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” You bite your bottom lip hard when his fingers press on your clit in circular movements again for some moments before spreading your pussy lips with his index and pointed finger. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

He wraps his lips on your clit.

You throw your head back and actually moan this time.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - his plump lips around your clit feel like heaven, much better than what your dirty mind could think of. He sucks softly and licks you, from your entrance to your clit again, flicking his tongue over it (once again - that’s a man that knows what to do with a clit). His warm, wet muscle moving against your most sensitive part makes waves of heat and raw pleasure run through your body, completely clouding your mind, as your fingers grip his hair and moans and hisses escape through your lips. Your sounds of pleasure, the wet noises he makes as he sucks you and the ocean waves create the most obscene and beautiful symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck-“ you manage to breathe out somehow. If he weren’t busy sucking your clit, he would’ve smirked cockily. “Feel so good, baby…”

He leans away for a moment, actually smirking this time. His lips are so wet that the sight makes you more wet. “Shit, if you call me like that again, I will cum in my pants.”

This makes you smile - but your smile goes away quickly as he carefully introduces two fingers inside of you, making you moan and bite your bottom lip. You’re so wet that they slide in easily - but you’re also very tight due to not being penetrated in a while, which makes Jimin move slowly. He watches your cunt with the attention of a professional. Fuck, he might be a pro at this, actually.

He curls his fingers inside of you slowly, making you lose your breath; Jimin pays attention to your every reaction. “You like that, pretty?”

“Y-Yeah,” you moan, nodding, still biting your bottom lip. Jimin looks up at you with a fog in his eyes.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N.” Somehow, the way he calls your name in that low tone instead of pretty sends goosebumps down your spine. He keeps eye contact while his fingers keep moving inside of you. He starts pulling them in and out, and you close your eyes for a moment, feeling shockwaves of pleasure every time he does so. Your breath gets shallow and quick, and out of instinct, you start bucking your hips, following his movements.

He mouths your clit once again while his fingers are still busy, making you moan louder. “R-Right there, Jimin-“ you stutter in a breathless voice. “Just like that…”

You don’t need to ask twice - he keeps hitting the same spot as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it, slurping all of your juices. You grip his hair for dear life, incapable of doing anything but moan and hiss and sweat, feeling your legs shake. You also think Jimin looks so fucking hot right now - head between your legs, hair an absolute mess (your fault), wet lips and the hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.

It might be because you’ve been touch starved for a while, or because Jimin eats pussy too well, or because you’ve been dreaming of this moment with him - but you already feel the orgasm building up. “Don’t fucking stop,” you beg him - and he obeys, sucking and licking mercilessly; maybe even Steven down there can hear the squelching noise your pussy makes every time his fingers move, or your moans that make Jimin feel the hardest he’s ever been. A small pool of your juices forms on the glass under you, dripping from your entrance. Jimin works on your cunt like his life depends on it. You feel the overwhelming heat building up in your stomach, your body shaking, your lungs failing-

You grip Jimin’s hair hard and yank him away from your pussy as the orgasm hits (you pulled so hard that it hurt his scalp - and he loved it); he also loved how tight you clenched his fingers as the orgasm made you convulse, just imagining how it would feel to be inside you. He watches you with pride, all covered in sweat and helpless, your face contorted in pleasure. 

He takes his fingers out of you slowly, standing straight again to press his lips on yours - and you don’t care to taste yourself on his lips. Your legs are still weak and trembling when one of his arms once again wraps around your waist and he helps you stand up on the floor, never breaking apart.

“Baby, I need you around me.” He whispers between kisses - and it almost sounds like a whimper, which makes your legs even weaker. “Will you get on your knees for me? Hmm?”

It’s your turn to obey promptly - Jimin ate you out so good that he deserves it. Without saying anything, and still keeping eye contact, you get on your knees, batting your lashes prettily at him while your fingers work on his belt. Jimin takes some strands of hair away from your face, mesmerized; ever since you first met, he always looked at you in a way that made you feel attractive, and right now it has just increased tenfold.

Jimin unzips his pants and frees his cock from his black boxers. You gulp at the sight of his girthy, veiny cock; he’s stone hard, pulsating, and you wonder exactly how long he’s been hard already. He pumps himself slowly, while you once again lock eyes. 

“Shit- you look even better than I imagined.” He says in a low, breathy tone. Just the fact that your usually fierce and unbashful persona is obediently kneeled down in front of his dick, looking up at him with sweet round eyes (you’re too good at this), eyes clouded still recovering from your high, almost sends him over the edge. 

You stick your tongue out and lick his pink tip, immediately earning a hiss of pleasure. Your lips wrap around the tip and you suck gently at first, teasing him, never breaking eye contact, while he still pumps himself. Jimin gulps, licking his wet lips; the sight itself makes you tighten your pussy around nothing. 

“Open your mouth for me.” He says - and this time it doesn’t sound like he’s asking, meaning he’s more desperate. You promptly do so, sticking your tongue out again. He slaps his cock against your tongue, hissing - and it’s fucking evil how you’re smiling right now, he thinks - while his other hand grips the hair at the top of your head firmly.

He pushes in. Fuck - he’s big and fat and you gag around him, but at the same time, he tastes delicious, if it even makes sense. Jimin closes his eyes and throws his head back, starting to roll his hips against your face, as his hand still keeps your head in place and your lips tighten around his cock. 

“Shit– you look so good with my cock stuffed down your throat,” he hisses, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Drool and spit drip from the corners of your mouth, you gag and whimper, but it’s the daring gaze locked on his that tells Jimin he can just keep going. “So obedient, baby, taking me like a big girl… fuck– I want to cum all over your face.”

You hum with his dick in your mouth, sending vibrations that make him groan with pleasure. His balls slap on your chin every time he thrusts, and you keep your lips tightened around him, trying to give him the pressure he needs. There’s something sensual about you being naked while he’s still fully clothed - and you never thought you’d feel this way for anyone. He looks so hot with sweat covering his forehead, strands of hair falling over eyes, half lidded eyes and parted lips in a face of pure pleasure; fuck, you’d let him fuck your throat whenever he wanted, you’d suck him forever if it meant you would have this sight every time you did it.

His grunts and moans and hisses make you melt every time, even though his movements become more and more uncomfortable as he stuffs himself in your throat in quick thrusts that make you whimper and feel tears grow in your eyes. As if sensing this, Jimin yanks you off his cock and you gasp for air. He smiles at how messy you look right now, with drool dripping from your mouth and a thin layer of sweat over your forehead. 

“C’mere,” he breathes out, helping you get up and hurriedly guiding you towards a nearby sun lounger. Closer to the yacht’s balcony, the ocean breeze hits your body harder, making you shiver. “How do you want me to fuck you, hm?”

Without saying a word, you smile devilishly before getting on your fours for him; you arch your back and purr like a cat, ass up, chest touching the lounger. You're still smiling and biting your lip when you look at him from over your shoulder, mesmerized by the sight of your stretched pussy.

Jimin steps closer and massages your asscheek before slapping hard, earning you a soft hiss. “You’re amazing. Can’t stop saying that. You’re perfect, baby.” He grips your hip with one hand while the other guides his cock to your entrance, getting the tip wetter with your juices. “You’re so good that you make me wanna fuck you raw, baby.”

Truth is - you didn’t even think of protection, and you couldn’t care less in this moment, as wrong as it is - but God, when Jimin finally pushes in, stretching your pussy as both of you moan in pleasure, you couldn’t be more thankful that his cock is uncovered so you can feel his skin purely.

Your breathing fails and you grip the fabric of the lounger tight, adjusting to the pressure and the slight pain it causes. Jimin pushes balls deep in, slowly at first, throwing his head back in delight. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, pretty…”

He starts to thrust in and out, making you moan each time with the glorious friction you desired so much. “Fuck– f-feel so good, Jimin…” you purr, arching your back even more. He grips both sides of your hips firmly, increasing speed with each thrust; the sound of skin hitting skin repeatedly is everything you can hear beside yours and Jimin’s moans and grunts.

Every nerve in your body seems to be on fire. His cock punches deep into your pussy, pushing you closer and closer to actual insanity as your mind becomes incapable of noticing anything but the feeling of him hammering inside of you over and over again, his strong grip on your hips, stuffing you even better than you had fantasized. Sweat covers all of your body now, and the necklace hurts your collarbones since you’re pressed against the lounger, but you couldn’t care less right now. 

“I love hearing you moan, pretty.” He sounds out of breath and sexy. You gasp in surprise when, suddenly, he grips your hair and pulls it, forcing your head back. It burns your scalp; you hiss in pain, but the pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure and somehow doubles it. “Fuck– this pussy’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

You never thought Jimin was the possessive type, but people babble whatever comes to their minds when they fuck, right? That’s why, mindlessly, you have the audacity to agree: “Y-Yeah, baby, I’m all yours– ah!”

He pulls your hair even harder at the same time he takes it all out just to slam himself balls deep in again in a way that lets you see stars and drool. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck– he’s merciless, relentless in his quick pace, ruthless in the way he grips you and spanks your ass - but, at the same time, his mouth is full of praises, grunting how good you feel or how pretty you are.

You whine in protest when he pulls out entirely without warning. “Turn around, I want to watch you getting fucked.”

Once again, you do as he said without complaints - but instead of immediately laying back again, your hurried fingers unbutton his shirt and you make him take it off, which Jimin does gladly, since the fabric was already glued to his body due to how much he was sweating. You lay back; Jimin grabs your legs and puts both knees over his shoulders.

He takes his cock with one hand while the other holds one of your thighs, slapping it on your clit a few times. You watch his face distort with pleasure when he pushes inside of you again. Jimin picks a fast pace from the beginning, holding both of your thighs, focused as if he’s on a mission; all you can do is moan and whimper helplessly, massaging your own breasts while Jimin drives both of you closer to your highs.

He watches the way your tits bounce with each thrust, your face covered with sweat, the way not even the ruined makeup makes you look ugly - and the fact that you’re wearing anything but diamonds somehow arouses him even more. You clench around him, pushing Jimin closer and closer to the edge. Neither of you are worrying about being quiet right now, and you can only hope that the ocean will be your ally in muffling your desperate moans.

But you’re suddenly forced to worry about it.

The sound of voices and steps yank both of you back to reality at the same time. 

Jimin stops moving. You and him look to the stairs barely five meters away at the same time.

Two voices coming closer.

“Sir, please-” you hear. It’s Steven’s voice - worried, almost freaked out.

And the second voice-

“B-But I’m sure I left it here somewhere…”

You both recognize it instantly.

A very drunk Jungkook.

You look back at Jimin with horror, eyes open wide, as he lets go of your legs and lays on top of you instead, shushing you. 

“Sir, please,” Steven’s panicked voice echoes again. “As I told you, the upper floors were waxed… you can’t go upstairs, it’ll ruin your shoes,” yeah, he came up with a smart excuse. But Jungkook keeps babbling about losing something, too drunk to understand.

If he comes upstairs, he’ll immediately see you. You’re not in a hidden spot at all. You want to get up and hurry away-

But then you look at Jimin again and he’s smirking devilishly.

He thrusts again, sending bolts of pleasure through your body.

Before you can moan - he covers your mouth with his hand.

Your eyes talk. Are you seriously doing this?

His eyes talk back. Yeah.

He thrusts again.

And again.

Your eyes roll back, you entangle your legs around his waist. Fuck, these men down there could come upstairs at any moment. They can hear you if you’re loud enough. If they come upstairs and see you in this situation, you don’t know if you’ll get over the embarrassment. But Jimin’s cock is stuffing you so deep and so good. He hits your spot again, and again, and again, and his dick is thick and heavy, and he could tear you open that you wouldn’t mind - so you don’t push Jimin away. No, you tighten your legs around him because don’t he dare stop; you grip his back, you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet, but the fact that Jimin can still hear your muffled moans against his hand makes it hard for him to endure this much longer.

He hides his face on your neck in an attempt to muffle his own moans, biting your shoulder in a torturous slower pace now - if he goes too hard, the sound of skin hitting skin will be heard from the floor below. A part of your mind registers that Steven is desperately trying to lead Jungkook out of the yacht, while all the other parts are focused on Jimin’s member inside of you, his weight over your body, his teeth sinked on your shoulder. You can’t stop, neither does he. It’s like you’re in some type of trance.

After long, torturous minutes, you hear the voices going away.

Jimin is ruthless.

He lets go of your mouth and supports his body with his forearms on both sides of your face, pounding in despair; neither of you can take this much longer, it’s getting painful.

“F-Fuck, pretty, you did so well-” he somehow manages to breathe out, smirking in boyish excitement. “Such an obedient girl, hmpf, keeping quiet while I fuck you good…”

“Oh my God–” you whimper, feeling the second - and more intense - orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. “D-Don’t fucking stop, Jimin–”

“Yes, baby, I’ll make you cum again–” he swiftly leans away and places one leg over his shoulder again, spreading you in an even better angle. “You deserve it, baby- shit, shit, shit–”

He punches inside of you over and over and over again until your walls are clenched and convulsing and your toes curl and your eyes roll and you grip the fabric of the lounger tight and your whole body shakes in an explosive orgasm. You’re breathless, weak; it was an almost out of body experience. Did you ever cum this hard before? You don’t think so.

And it’s not time to think of yourself, actually, because when your brain starts recovering from the high, you realize that Jimin had pulled out and is pumping his cock desperately, trying to reach his high. You grab his wrist, stopping him, and - Jimin almost loses it - you meow: “C’mere, come in my mouth.”

You sit up and he kneels over you until his member is on your face and, without wasting a second, you put it all into your mouth until you feel him in your throat, sucking him eagerly. Jimin moans and grips your hair while you pump your head over his length, producing loud suction noises. You just want him to cum as hard and good as he made you.

“Fuck– fuck, Y/N, I’m coming–” he warns in pant, pulling his cock out of your mouth.

You still keep it open, though, sticking your tongue out, as Jimin blows his load on you. You feel his hot seed dripping on your face, feel it on your lips and tongue. You patiently wait until he’s milked dry. Then, you open your eyes.

Jimin’s hair is an absolute mess. He’s all sweaty, panting heavily, face flushed, shaking slightly; you’ve never seen him look so glorious.

He opens a tired smirk.

And, with your gaze locked with his, you lick your lips and swallow.

It’s like he came again just seeing you do this.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

It is your turn to chuckle.

Yeah.

Maybe you will.

You let cum drip on a million dollar necklace.

[chateautae]

Before I start barking,

I'm so excited for everything that's gonna be up, but THE CHOKEHOLD THIS DEMON-DAMN FIC HAS ON ME IS SO TIGHT I JUST CANT F-ING BREATHE-

Like, just, JUST, have a look at this:

I'VE LOST COUNT.

Like the way I SCREAMED SO LOUD AFTER I SCROLLED DOWN ANS SAW THIS:

and then got yelled at even louder by mum

LIKEEEEEEEEE DO YOU EVEN REALISE-

I NEVER GO SO GAGA OVER ANYTHING, NOT EVEN WHEN I GOT INTO UNI, then WHY DID THIS ✎ EMOTICON MAKE ME SCREAM SO loud -

And finally came up with this.

AND HERES A FEW EDITS THAT REMIND ME OF THIS FIC A LOT THAN IT PROBABLY SHOULD.MAKES ME HORNY TOO BUT THATS JUST TMI THAT I'VE JUST GIVEN OUT.

https://pin.it/3JEdhmX

(IK IT ISNT THE ALL BLACK OUTFIT BUT-)

https://pin.it/BA70OaC

THE SONG JUST SETS UP THE MOOD-

https://pin.it/4NIJBiq

THIS ONE IS JUST-

Like imagine if the SONG WAS IN HIS VOICE TOO THEN I'D JUST-

But also, the amount of talent he has to choreograph this song with those steps. Like god HIS ABILITIES ARE UNMATCHED. AND YOU SAMMY CAUGHT UP REAL GOOD WITH HOW HE WANTED TO COME OFF AND GAVE MY BRAIN A SHORT CIRCUIT-

I just love it when it's either ppl talking about this fic, because it still has so much to convey but the characters are so well written SOMEONE MIGHT AS WELL MAKE A NETFLIX SERIES-

I'm so so looking forward to this, but DONT RUSH ANYTHING, LIKE YOU DONT HAVE TO FOR ANYONE LMAO. I'M JUST HERE TO SCREAM THE REMAINING CRIES I COULDN'T BARK OUT LOUD COZ OF MY MUM.

LOVE YOU SAMMY💗💖💗 Muah Muah. Take care and STAY HYDRATED.

AHAHHHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE HOTTER THAN HELL MY LOVES!! And whew yes that banner is just so sexy and it's all thanks to sol @jamaisjoons the wonderful talent 😌 Hehe yes i'm starting to work on the second part because in my opinion it's got such good plot I can't wait to write out!! WAHH TYSM FOR YOUR EXCITEMENT AND ENTHUSIASM IT REALLY MAKES ME FEEL MOTIVATED TO WRITE i'm glad lucifer jk can make you feel this way. You take care as well loves and OFC I SHALL KEEP YOU BARKING WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! 💓💓💓

[lavienjin]

How do astronomers organize a party?

They planet.

(Yeah. I saturn one of their meetings, so I know)

It's so shitty but i cant stop myself.

SADFJALSDJK I LOVE THIS!!! these jokes are GOOD!!!!! also what's a good nickname i should use for u bud

[borathae]

OMFG, I JUST BINGE READ AAOL AND PLEASE, I OWE YOU AND THE STORY SO MUCH. ALSO, ITS 5PM HERE AND MY DUMBASS INSTANTLY OPENED TUMBLR TO SEE IF YOU POSTED-

I'm so stupid but soo sooo excited.

I CANT EVEN BREATHE TILL THEN.

I just finished all of my work to be free by 5 but couldn't decipher our time zones are different🤡

I'm probably going to submerge in work again😭🥲

AGAIN, HOLY FUCK THAT STORY.

This Jungkook is gonna live with me forever. Not a long time, forever.

Also, please add me to the taglist😭

I am literally so happy right now :( listen you are like the sweetest bean ever :( omfg ily :(

Also of course, I added you right away 🥺💜

[taeescript]

GUESS WHICH MF'S BINGING THRU YOUR MASTERLIST AND FALLING INTO DEPTHS OF BLINDING LOVE AND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WRITING ?

Yes, it's me.....

(if you really couldn't guess)

Ahahaha I feel like my masterlist is so tame compared to other writers. But glad you're enjoying it!

Thanks for reading though 🥰🥰🥰

[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (Nineteen-FINAL)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of one sided love, crying from several characters, messy make outs, fingering, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, intense orgasms (?) lol and ummm feelings.

Notes: THE END IS HERE!!! (Despite tags not working for me I am posting anyway) It’s the last chapter…wow. Thanks to everyone who has stayed with me on this journey. I know you guys worried a lot but well, here’s the ending. PLEASE let me know what you’ve enjoyed! Hearing from you guys is one of the best parts. <3 also pls don't think I am evil. hehe.

Tag list: @ggukkieland @707sblog @peacedreamer14 @dopedreamfireparty @taebae19 @typicalgenzworld @mooniyooni @helenazbmrskai @main-bangtansmauyeondan @jpeachytaev @marplest @calling-dips-on-j-hope @lecavivien @fancycollectormoon @mawwnsterr @siredsong @happyhrsme @storms-and-stars-blog @mingi-banana @soeur-de-ame @ladycubes0t7 @heavenmyg

© taestefully-in-luv

Previous

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Okay, it’s not that it’s weird…you know, he’s not weirding you out or anything but it is a little…strange. Taehyung has looked at you a million times before and there has been a million different emotions behind his eyes. Lately, his emotional eyes have heavily expressed skepticism…the dark brown swirling with hesitance. Sure, it hurt having to gaze into those honest eyes of his and know what they are saying but it’s not like that was the only thing they said. Love and adoration could be seen as well, they were just being mixed around with whatever was holding him back.

But you are sitting here at the table, eating breakfast with your family when you keep feeling Taehyung’s eyes bore into you. You’d look over at him and swat his knee and tell him to pay attention to the plate of food in front of him but you’ve never been good at tearing your eyes off his intense gaze. You’d be stuck, feeling the thrill of his stare. And well, you’re eating breakfast with your family so…

You know how intense and intimidating his gaze can be, you are well aware of the affect he has on you. Glancing over at him to see what his deal is could be dangerous but dear god, you can’t focus on this piece of toast with his eyes on the side of your head.

“Tae—” You snap your head towards him and when you lock eyes you freeze. You expected to be met with heat but you are left feeling a little confused. There is no intensity or intimidation. The air around you is light and comforting and his eyes are full of innocence.

“W-What?” You are cautious to ask…yeah, he’s being a little weird.

Taehyung only grins for you, bringing his fork to his mouth and stuffs it with eggs. With his mouth full he smiles wider and shakes his head playfully.

“No, nothing.” He sings, his eyes turning to crescents from his grin.

“Anyway…” You say slowly, narrowing your eyes at him before turning your head to speak to your mom. “I was googling some stuff and the internet says a good way to try and regain memories is to try and do or say things until you might recognize…I was thinking—”

“I’m sure they will come back, y/n.” Ellie cuts you off as she chews on some pancakes, “We don’t want to overdo it. Rest is sure to help.”

“I think we should be a little more proactive.” You snap, “Mom doesn’t even remember…It doesn’t matter, I don’t know why you guys,” You gesture towards your family, “Are so chill about everything? Oh, I get it. You two have it easy with mom but I—”

Suddenly, you feel Taehyung’s hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. You turn to face him and his eyes are now expressing his pity. They also say you should calm down.

“Honey…” Your mom catches your attention now, “It’s going to be fine…” Your mother has an unreadable expression on her face as she exchanges strange glances with your father and sister. “One day at a time.”

“Fine.” You breathe out, “Whatever.”

But it’s not fine and not “whatever”…something fishy is going on, you can tell. Your mom and sister look suspicious and your dad constantly looks uncomfortable. Are they keeping something from you? Oh god…what if her condition is worse than they are leading on? What if her memories never return?

“Well,” Your father clears his throat awkwardly, “It looks like everyone’s about done…how about we clean up and—”

“Yeah, I’ll do the dishes.” You mutter, already standing and gathering your plate and Taehyung’s plate…his mouth hangs open in disappointment because apparently he wasn’t actually finished with his breakfast.

“I can help.” Your mother offers, gathering some dishes of her own.

“Ellie shouldn’t you offer too?” Your dad grins at your sister and she immediately shakes her head.

“Oh no, no. y/n seems eager enough, I don’t think she needs any more helping hands.”

Well, she’s right actually. You are eager enough…you are actually looking forward to washing some dishes for a while—anything to keep you busy and your mind off everything for a minute.

The situation with your mother is to put it simply—stressful. And you’re a bit caught off guard still since earlier this morning…waking up to Taehyung crying and wanting to take you on a trip? Everything is all just a bit much right now.

“No one has to help me, to be honest.” You glance up at your mother who already has her hands full.

“Oh, nonsense.” She brushes you off. “Everyone needs a little help sometimes.”

~

The water is hotter than you’d actually like, your skin slightly burning every time your hands go under the quick stream of water with some dirty plate. But you welcome the burn…steam rising into your face. To be honest, you haven’t even processed the whole Taehyung thing…you don’t even know where to begin and you have decided now is not the time to delve into it. He said something about “when things get better here” and you’re growing frustrated because you are wondering if that’s even going to happen.

“Everything okay?” You hear your mother ask from beside you, her hands busy with drying dishes with a towel. “You seem…” she trails off unknowingly, silently waiting for you to respond to her.

“Fine.” You mumble, your hand stinging from the fiery water. “Just tired…didn’t sleep the most comfortable.”

“Ah, that’s right. You and Taehyung fell asleep on the porch bench.” Your mom giggles, “I’m sure your butt is sore from the wood.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t the best place I’ve fallen asleep.” You chuckle quietly, rubbing the sponge over the plate in your hand. “It was nice though.” Your small smile appears on your face just in time for your mother to catch it when she glances at you.

“Yes, stargazing on a cold night. Pretty romantic.” She bumps your hip with hers, “Reminds me of my show. When Paula and Bill are out stargazing and everything is just so…” You mom does a little happy dance, “Of course,” She starts laughing, “The romance kind of died down when Bill admitted he’s the one who killed Arthur.”

“Hold on!” You whip your head in your mom’s direction. “Bill is the one who killed Arthur?! I was so sure it was Ollie…” You stare at her in disbelief. “Talk about plot twist.”

“What? You didn’t know?!” Your mother gasps at you, “I told you to watch that episode!!! It was so good! You always make fun of my soap operas but you binge it too.”

“I meant to watch it! Oh my god, you really spoiled this for me.” You start laughing as well, “I wonder how Paula reacted…” You ponder out loud. You shake your head, putting your focus on this cup you’re washing until you’re hit with a sudden realization.

“Wait.” You drop the cup in the sink, your hand moving from under the water, the sudden coolness hitting your skin, soothing the burn.

“Didn’t that episode air only a couple of months ago? Even less…I remember you told me to watch it and…” you turn to face your mom who is blinking at you repeatedly. “Mom…you remember that?”

“Um…oh, I guess…I do…” Her eyes slide to the side, “So weird.”

“You…” Then your eyes begin getting watery, “Oh my god, you remembered something.” You say, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “Do you—do you remember anything else?”

Your mom feels her heart sink at the sight of you…you look so hopeful yet so desperate. This is a bit harder than she thought it would be…

“Are you…are your memories back?” Your voice cracks as you manage a smile. “Try to think…maybe you can remember something else.”

“Umm…” Your mom is at a loss for what to do…”I uh, remember the doctor saying that random bursts of memory can occur…I don’t think I really remember anything else…”

The sudden look of devastation on your face has your mother gulping. Maybe your father was right…maybe this wasn’t actually the greatest of ideas. She didn’t think of the consequences…how you would feel. It seemed harmless at the time when Ellie brought it up…

“Oh.” Is all you say. Then you are turning back towards the sink and thrusting your hands into the hot water again.

~~~~~~~~

“What is taking them so long?” Your father wonders, his hands digging into a bucket full of home video tapes. “I told your mother exactly where the chord was…”

“You know her and Ellie,” You mutter, picking at your nails as you and Taehyung sit side by side on one of the couches. “Probably found something more interesting in that old drawer.”

“Only thing interesting in there is a variation of batteries.” He rolls his eyes, trying to find the right tape he is looking for.

“I wish they would hurry.” Taehyung grins, gripping your thigh. “I would love to see videos of you when you were a kid.”

“Honestly, Ellie was the funny child. I mostly glared at everyone and didn’t eat anything—”

“—anything but chicken nuggets. Trust me, I am fully expecting bratty y/n.” Taehyung chuckles, squeezing your thigh before letting go and bringing his hand back to his lap.

“I wasn’t a brat!” You pout, “I was just…particular.”

“She was a brat.” Your father chimes in, lighting up when he finally spots the tape he was looking for. “Found it!” he cheers.

“They are kind of taking a while…” You point out, your head looking towards the hall. “I’ll go see what’s up.” You say while standing from the couch, you hear a grunt of approval from your father before heading towards the back room you know your mom and sister are in.

You’re approaching the cracked open door when you hear soft words being exchanged, you pause because you’re certain you heard your name. You lean into the door, not giving yourself away, trying to listen in.

“Oh, come on.” You hear Ellie drag out the words, “y/n doesn’t suspect a thing.”

Of course, this catches your attention. Suspect what? “You should have seen her face, El.”

“The plan is working!” Ellie whisper shouts, “I can tell.”

“And how can you even tell?” You hear your mom sounding tired, “We got him to stay…true, but she’s so worried over this whole memory thing that…”

“Let’s just keep it going a little longer, mom. It would be awkward to say the truth no—”

“And what truth is that?” You swing the door open, your unimpressed face giving away your knowledge of their conversation.

“Oh shit.” Ellie bites her bottom lip, “Well, I guess this was one way for things to happen.”

“What truth?” You repeat, your face morphing into something a little more angry.

“Before you get mad—”

“Already there.” You spit out, “What plan is working?”

Of course, you are kind of getting an idea. But you are not about to accuse your mother of faking her amnesia because…because that would be crazy, right?

“Hello?” You grit out, your hand on your hip, your fingers digging into your side.

“Okay.” Your mom says calmly, her eyes going between you all. “It’s going to sound ridiculous…”

“But our intentions are good.” Ellie butts in, “So remember that before you decide to commit murder.” She raises her hands up, trying to lighten the mood but it doesn’t really work.

“Don’t tell me…” You shake your head, “No.”

“Maybe I didn’t really lose my memories.” Your mom says a little quieter now. “We uh,” She glances over at your sister, “We wanted to find a way to get Taehyung to stay…”

“To stay?” You repeat, disbelief written all over your face. “And this was your?! Your idea to get…?!” You stare at your mother and sister incredulously. “This is literally insane. Oh my god…insane.” You mutter out, your eyes falling to the floor. “This is…does dad…family meeting.” You bring your eyes back up to meet your moms, “Family meeting!” You yell out before storming out of the room.

“She doesn’t seem too happy obviously but I feel like if we were going to die at her hands it would have happened already.” Ellie shrugs, “Right?”

Your mother rolls her eyes, nodding her head towards the door. “Come on.” She says.

~

You stand in the middle of the living room while your mom, sister and dad sit on one couch while Taehyung occupies the other. You are livid, to say the least. Taehyung thinks he can see steam leave your ears as you look at your family members with a hardened gaze. What the hell is happening, Taehyung thinks. You look pissed, that’s for sure. Maybe a little cute too, the way your shoulders are risen towards your ears and your nose is all scrunched up.

“I called for this family meeting because…” You glance at your mom and sister, your mother who seems to shrink in her seat while Ellie looks off to the side. “Because I have just unlocked some crazy secret!” You throw your hands up. “Dad,” Your eyes find your fathers now, “Mom and Ellie have something to tell you.”

“Oh, please.” Your mom shakes her head, looking guilty as she eyes your dad. “He knows, obviously.”

“Y-You know?” You furrow your brows as you concentrate on your father who looks uncomfortable all over again. Then you are releasing a long breath. “Of course you knew. It’s why you’ve been so..” You give him your best look of disappointment.

“It wasn’t my idea though!” Your father points out, “I was against it!”

“It wasn’t your…” You repeat quietly, “But still! Guilty by association!” You point at him, “You’re all guilty and weird! Very weird! This is literally insane!”

“I tried telling them that!” Your dad shifts uncomfortably in his spot, his arms crossing over his chest. “They’re the weird ones!”

“While I agree with you, you’re still guilty.” You cross your own arms over your chest, “Mom.” You look back at your mother, “This is proof that your soap operas are no good. Like what episode of your show did this scenario happen on?!”

“Oh don’t blame her.” Ellie says, bored. “It was my idea.”

“Obviously I know it was your idea, Ellie. The fact it’s so stupid totally gives away who came up with it!” You shout at your sister, “No one else would have thought of something so dumb! The dumbassery of it all really suits you!”

“Ouch.” Ellie says, but she’s not actually hurt by your words.

“Umm…” You are so caught up in all of this you kind of forgot about Taehyung who sits here awkwardly, looking between all of you. “What exactly….are you guys even talking about?” He asks, his genuine confusion making you snort. Right, you think. He has no idea what is even going on. This is so embarrassing.

“Mom…” You begin, feeling yourself grow warmer with how humiliating this all is. “She lied to us.”

“I wouldn’t call it a lie—”

“You shush.” You snap, “She and Ellie came up with some insane plan thinking it would get you to stay longer.”

“Me?” Taehyung points at himself, his innocent eyes boring into yours. “Stay? For what? What was the lie?”

“She didn’t lose her memories.” You say bluntly, “In fact, I don’t think anything is even wrong with her.” You pause…”Well, besides the fact she might be crazy.”

Taehyung’s eyes expand comically. He wasn’t expecting this…he admits…this is uh, pretty fucked up, he thinks. Really fucked up actually.

“Can you just…” Your mom stands up now, “Can you just hear us out?”

“This should be good.” You roll your eyes, “Yes, please.” You gesture towards her sarcastically, “Please tell us how this was some great plan!”

“Listen.” She hesitates to get closer to you, deciding maybe some distance is a good idea. “When I woke up…my first thought was you.”

“Thanks mom.” Ellie deadpans, but snorts when your father swats her arm.

“I was so worried about you dear…” She says honestly, you pinch your brows together in slight confusion. “You really grew up so much, you know?” She looks down at her feet, “You finally had courage to go to Korea to find Taehyung.” Your mom glances at Taehyung who looks just as confused as you.

“And?” You whisper, needing her to go on.

“And…well, Ellie said you had returned and Taehyung was with you.” She continues, “I thought this was a good sign but when I asked Ellie about it she said you had been…unsuccessful, to put it lightly.” She finds your eyes, pity pooling inside them. “I just…I wanted to help anyway I could. I figured all you two needed was to put everything bad that has happened behind you guys and just focus on what brought you together in the first place.” She takes a breath before finishing, “We thought if we got Taehyung to remember why he fell in love with you then he would…stay in love with you…and you guys would…I don’t know, we thought it could work…”

“I…” You shake your head, at a loss for words.

“I know it wasn’t the …smartest thing we’ve come up with. But y/n…I just…”

“Your mother was willing to throw away her shame and dignity to do this for you, honey.” Your father butts in lightly, earning a glare from your mom towards him. “What? It’s true…”

“What he means is…a parent is willing to do just about anything for their child’s happiness.” Your mom glances back at you. “I know it was…”

“Insane.” You mutter for the hundredth time. “But I am sorry…for worrying you so much.” You feel your throat burn, “I feel so selfish. Having you worry about my pathetic love life.” You say and Taehyung winces at this.

“I just want you to be happy.” She takes a step towards you now but you back away, you lift your head and make it obvious you are still pissed.

“y/n…” Ellie stands too, “I’m sorry we lied to you, seriously. But—”

“No buts!” You point at her, “You made me think….and made me worry…I…”

“Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive us?” Ellie smiles at you, “Your heart is just so pretty and big and forgiving…”

“If you don’t stop talking I swear I will throw hands with you.” You say with a straight face, “And dad, you are not off the hook either—” Suddenly, Taehyung is standing up, startling you as he faces your family. He looks at everyone before bowing towards your mother and staying like that for a few seconds before straightening his back.

“Thank you.” He says, the sincerity in his voice making you upset all over again.

“Thank you?!” You shout towards him now and he chuckles, “Why are you laughing?!”

“Because you are so worked up and it’s a little entertaining.” He teases you honestly. “But although it was a bit…uh, unconventional. I think they did a good thing.”

“A goo—you realize this is borderline traumatizing, right?” You ask him incredulously.

“Okay, maybe, yeah.” He agrees, “But it worked.”

“What worked?” You stutter, “Getting you to stay?”

“We had to get him to stay! You told me that once mom wakes up he was going to go back to Korea!” Ellie quickly yells out, “We needed to come up with something—”

“Why didn’t you just, I don’t know, communicate?! This was so extreme! Oh my god, I think it’s you all who needs therapy. You should really see someone.” You nod your head quickly. “Yup—”

“y/n.” Taehyung turns to you, walking closer and closer making your pulse quicken. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He tells you, trying his best to reassure you. “I’m on your side, this was fucked up.” He glances back at your parents, “Sorry, for the language.” He quickly apologies before looking back at you. “But hey, it worked. They wanted me to have a breakthrough and I did.”

“What are you talking about?” You question him. “I—” Then you notice all eyes on you both, “They’re staring.” You whisper.

“I know.” He whispers back, stifling a chuckle. “Maybe we should talk somewhere more private.”

“No, no.” Ellie says nonchalantly, “You aren’t bothering us. You can continue.” She gestures towards you both with a smirk and you roll your eyes.

“Eat a dick.” You tell her and she tries to hold in her laughter.

“y/n!” Your mother scolds with a shocked expression while your father just looks disturbed. You just shrug while Taehyung reaches for your hand and takes you down the hall to a bedroom—the same one he is staying in.

“I’m so mad, Taehyung.” You blurt out as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

“I know…it’s a little crazy, I’m not going to lie to you.” He walks towards the bed and sits on the edge.

“Exactly! And that’s why I’m mad honestly. I’m mad because this is so freaking embarrassing!” You throw your hands up before walking towards the bed as well and taking a seat next to him. “Like who the hell does that?!”

Taehyung starts laughing, “So you’re upset because you’re embarrassed not because they…lied?”

“Well, yeah the lie is something to be pissed about but of course I am embarrassed! You probably think my family is crazy now and that maybe I’m crazy too!”

“Oh.” Taehyung nods his head subtly, “I knew you were crazy since way before though—ow.” He’s laughing to himself as he rubs his arm on the spot you just hit. “It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed. It was uh, not the way most people would have done things but maybe it was worth it.”

“Worth it? How the hell…can you please explain it to me.” You drag your eyes up to meet his, they speak to you again. His honest eyes full of light.

“Not here.” He tells you softly and this just confuses you further.

“Where then? I—” You’re cut off by the sound and feel of your phone vibrating against your right ass cheek. “Someone’s calling me.” You point out the obvious.

“I gathered that.” Taehyung tells you, his smug smile making you roll your eyes before you’re reaching behind you to get your phone from your pocket.

“Oh. It’s Jimin.” You say before sliding your finger across the screen to answer the call, “Hello. You’re on speaker.” You tell him.

“You answered!” Jimin cheers loudly, “I—”

“Hey!” Taehyung cuts him off, “I texted you like an hour ago and haven’t heard from you at all and here you are calling y/n?!”

“Priorities, I guess.” Jimin shrugs on the other line, “Anyway, I haven’t heard from you in a while…wanted to see how things were going.”

“Oh god.” You’re groaning, realizing you are only going to continue to feel embarrassed knowing you have to share this story with your friends.

“Things are fine.” Taehyung says for you, “Uh, her mom is okay.”

“My mom is insane.” You deadpan, relaxing your shoulders as you huff out. “She faked the whole thing.”

“Huh?” Jimin says after a moment of silence. “I don’t get it.”

“I don’t think any of us really…”get”…it.” You sigh out, “Anyway, things are okay. No more worries on my end. How are things over there?”

“Okay…” Jimin says slowly, hesitating to continue. “If you’re sure….well, things here are fine. Jungkook won’t go back to his own damn place—”

“You love it when I’m here!” You hear Jungkook shout in the distance and finally for the first time since the craziness of the day you crack a smile.

“Hi Jungkook.” You sing into the phone, “Keeping our Jiminie company?”

“He acts like he doesn’t want to have company but you know he lives off it.” You hear Jungkook say, a lot closer to the phone now. “So what’s up with you guys? Taehyung, when are you coming back?”

“Tomorrow.” He says, surprising you. Tomorrow? He’s leaving so soon? Well, that makes sense you guess…what were you expecting? Your mother is fine. Which is something you are obviously happy about—and equally embarrassed about.

“Oh wow,” Jimin is speaking into the phone now. “That’s good…we’ve really missed you.”

“He means he’s really missed you.” Jungkook corrects with a sly smile you can only imagine.

“We’ve all missed him.” Jimin retorts.

“Yeah, but Jimin has missed you the most.” Jungkook teases and you’re all laughing.

“And of course we have missed you just as much y/n.” Jimin says softly, “When’s the next time we’ll see you?”

“Well,” You sigh, trying your best to smile. “I don’t know…”

“The same time you guys see me.” Taehyung leans into your hand that holds your phone, “She’s coming with me.”

“What?! You’re coming back so soon, y/n? That’s amazing! Will you be staying with me again? I still have that candle you like—”

“No, weirdo. She’s staying with me…but we won’t be in town very long though.” Taehyung keeps his eyes on your phone screen as you stare at the side of his face. What? Wait what?

“Oh?” Jungkook questions cutely, “Where are you guys going?”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat, knocking out of the little daze you were in. “Yeah, where are we going?”

“Secret.” He tells you, still only looking at your phone but you can see the side of his face, how his cheek is burning a bright red.

“Secret?” Jimin asks, “Well, all that matters is that you two are coming here!”

“I’m …confused.” You admit quietly, your eyes staying on Taehyung as he grins down at your phone and quickly says bye to the boys before touching the end button. You slowly lower your hand into your lap as you continue to gaze at the boy next to you.

“Taehyung?”

“I asked you earlier….” Taehyung lifts his eyes to find your confused gaze, “If that when this all gets better here…that you would go on a trip with me?”

“Oh.” You blink at him, your confusion only growing. “I guess?”

“Well, things are better here now. So, uh, that trip.”

“Taehyung, my job—”

“They already gave you permission for a couple of weeks right? Because of your mom? Just…take advantage of this time off.” He shrugs with a smirk. “I really think you should go on this trip with me.”

“What trip? To Korea?”

“No. Somewhere else. But I need to go home first, sort some things out.” He tells you, his hand finding your thigh. “Do you trust me?”

“I…” You stare into Taehyung’s eyes. The eyes that never lie. He looks nervous, hopeful, desperate and innocent all at once. “I do trust you.” You breathe out, the words tumbling out of your mouth without you even having to think about it.

“Then just follow my lead for the next few days. Things will make sense soon, I promise. There’s something I want to do for you. For us.” His voice is soft and low, almost like his melodic hum that soothes you.

“Okay.” You find yourself agreeing, your eyes stuck on his. “I’ll go where you want me to.”

Taehyung pulls his brows together as he forms a smile for you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He nods slowly and caresses your skin as you lean into his touch. He wants to melt because he’s touching you but you’ve beat him to it. Your own form turning into a puddle as you soak in his warm touch.

“Let’s buy our tickets.” He whispers and then you get a cute little devious look in your eyes, “What?” He asks.

“I’m telling my parents to buy our tickets.” You grin, “I think they owe me.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Korea is as beautiful as ever. The scenery has really become your favorite…the way the sky is lit up with a variety of warm colors, the sun threatening to set soon. The cool breeze is nice and chilly and makes you feel like you can breathe easier—it helps you aren’t on a plane anymore. You and Taehyung landed not too long ago, you both wait outside with your luggage, noticing Jungkook’s car come into view. You can see Jimin’s face break out into his beautiful smile, his eyes disappearing in the process and you start waving.

The ride to Taehyung’s place takes around 30 minutes, Jimin and Jungkook chatting in the front seats while you and Taehyung sit in the back, your head leaning against the car window as you watch the busy streets zoom by. It feels nice to be in Jimin and Jungkook’s company, it feels nice to be in Korea and it feels nice that Taehyung is also next to you. You love it here. It feels more like home the more and more you come.

“Bro your mom sounds fucking crazy.” Jungkook blurts out, his head bobbing around before he makes a right turn. “No offense, of course.”

“None taken.” You shrug. “So, we’re all hanging out tonight, right? My phone died on the plane, fucking sucked, by the way, but I have no idea what the group chat looks like right now!”

“Yeah, everyone’s coming over tonight.” Taehyung glances over at you with a smile, “Jimin and Jungkook will keep you company for a while before everyone gets there though.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean? Why does it sound like you won’t be around?”

“Because I won’t be.” Taehyung grins at you, “Have to go to my parent’s for a bit. Shouldn’t take too long though.”

“Oh?” You look towards the review mirror and your eyes meet Jungkook’s, you can see how he’s smiling himself. “Okay…”

“Suddenly don’t love being with us, y/n?” Jimin teases, “That’s too bad, because you’re stuck with us. In this situation and you know, in life.”

“No one else I’d rather be stuck with than you two.” You laugh, “As long as you both agree on whatever movie I want…unlike every other time.”

“I want action packed!” Jungkook whines, “Not whatever mushy shit you want to watch.”

“You literally cried when we watched The Notebook…” You point out, “You fucking love the mushy shit.”

“Uh, you think The Notebook isn’t action packed?” Jungkook giggles, “I’m sure Ryan Reynolds would disagree with how hard he worked on that house.”

“Gosling. Not Reynolds.” You blink, unenthused. “Anyway, Jimin how about you decide on what movie?”

“Not sure if there is even enough time for a movie…” Jimin murmurs, too busy on his phone, “It’s already past 6 and everyone will get there around 8.”

“Oh.” You nod your head. “Fine, Jungkook you got lucky this time.”

“I’m always getting lucky.” He says cockily, “Yoongi thinks—”

“—Ew, we don’t need to know.” You fake gag, making all the boys laugh. “Jimin?”

“Hm?” He finally lifts his head and turns around in his seat to see you, “What’s up?” He asks, his soft smile spreading across his face.

“I know you wanted to binge Disney movies.” You reach forward and poke his nose, “Next time, I promise.”

“You promised! She promised, Jungkook!” Jimin faces forward in his seat again, “We have to hold her to it.”

“It’s not like any of us don’t want to watch Disney movies.” Jungkook murmurs with a soft chuckle, “We always can agree on like Toy Story or something.”

“Is watching a lot of movies something you guys do often?” Taehyung asks you all, his smile on his face genuine.

“Oh yeah.” Jimin nods enthusiastically. “When y/n is back at home we would all video chat and watch the same movie at the same time. Kind of became our thing, I guess.” Jimin shrugs cutely, his smile wide.

“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

“We’re good at keep one another company.” You giggle to yourself before turning your head to face Taehyung who just looks at you with an odd smile.

“I’m glad.” He whispers, “You weren’t lonely.”

It’s hard to hear with how quietly he whispered but you think you caught what he was saying. You just nod and go back towards the car window, leaning your head against it again…instead of noticing the scenery outside you just focus on the smile you see in your own reflection.

~

“She’s going to love it, Taehyungie.” Jimin reassures Taehyung for the hundredth time. “It’s seriously so perfect. I don’t know why you are so nervous!”

“Jimin’s right!” Jungkook agrees quickly, “She hasn’t shown you any sign of not wanting to be with you so?”

“It just…” Taehyung pauses, glances behind him to make sure you’re still in the bathroom showering, “It holds a lot of meaning, you know?”

“Exactly…that’s why it’s so perfect.” Jimin reaches for Taehyung’s hand, he squeezes it tightly, trying to transfer his confidence over to him. “Would I…the person who loves you most in this whole world, steer you wrong?” Jimin teases, letting go of Taehyung’s hand. “She is the best person possible for you.”

“I know.” Taehyung gulps, “Anyway, I got to head to my parents. You know, pathetically ask for one last favor and all.” He scratches the back of his neck with a chuckle. “I’ll be back. Let y/n know, please.”

“Course.” Jungkook nods, “See you in a while, man.”

~

Being with everyone feels surreal. Sure, Korea is beautiful and you love the scenery so much but this? Being with everyone? That’s the part that feels most like home. Hearing Hobi laugh loudly at something Jin had said is making you giggle yourself, hearing Yoongi complain that he didn’t even his Jin’s joke because Namjoon kept mumbling something about some badass lyrics he just came up with on the spot also makes you giggle even harder.

Yuna is attached to your side, her little hands surprisingly strong as she holds on to you tightly. You continue to laugh as you notice Jiwoo trying to drag her off of you, an apologetic look in her eyes. Instead of encouraging Jiwoo to successfully get Yuna off of you, you instead pull Jiwoo in as well and you hug the girls. Yuna chanting ‘group hug’ over and over as you giggle, Jiwoo turning red from embarrassment.

Jungkook and Jimin both lean against the bar top in Taehyung’s kitchen and sip their beers with pleased smiles on their faces. You finally let go of the girls before making your way over to the two guys. They tip their beers towards you in cheers, you walk past them to grab your own drink and then stand in front of them.

“Obviously you two know something I don’t.” You give them the side eye and Jimin cracks into a loving smile.

“Maybe?” He laughs again, “You don’t have to know everything though.”

“No fun.” You pout, but bring your drink to your lips and chug it back some. “I don’t know why I’m here.” You admit, lowering your drink along with your voice. “But I’m happy I am. But I feel a little on edge too.”

“Oh.” Jimin breathes out, his eyes darting towards Jungkook who looks as panicked as Jimin. “Um, don’t feel on edge y/n.”

“Easy for you to say!” You roll your eyes playfully, “Well, Tae told me to trust him…so I am going to do that.”

“Good.” Jungkook says, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. “Speaking of Taehyung…wonder what’s taking so long?” He glances over at the front door.

“I’ll call him.” Jimin offers, as if it wasn’t obvious that it was going to be him. “Be back.”

Jimin walks towards Taehyung’s room, pulling out his phone in the process. You watch as Jimin disappears into the bedroom, your eyes trailing along the room now. Happy to see everyone’s happy faces.

“I’m back!” You hear Taehyung’s deep voice as he enters the apartment, you spin around in your spot and see him. He’s as handsome as ever, a cute boxy grin on his face as he lights up when he sees you. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You say, “Jimin was just calling you.”

“Huh?” Taehyung pulls out his phone and shows you his blank screen. “Nothing yet.” He shrugs, “Are you guys drunk yet?” Taehyung walks further into his place, greeting everyone with smiles.

You glance over to Taehyung’s room and wonder what Jimin is doing. Jungkook notices your fixed gaze before he’s putting a hand on your shoulder.

“He’s probably just tired. He didn’t really sleep last night.” Jungkook informs you, “I’ll go get him!”

You watch as Jungkook wanders into Taehyung’s room as well, only a minute passes by before Jungkook and Jimin are exiting the room, laughing at something Jungkook said. You turn to focus your gaze on everyone else, the apartment filling with everyone’s loud voices and laughter. It really is a wonderful feeling, being here.

Hours have passed, everyone is a bit drunk at this point…somehow you guys have managed to not receive any type of noise complaint from neighbors. You are pretty sober though and you notice Taehyung is as well, he hasn’t touched his drink for some time now. You are both sitting on his living room floor along with everyone else, his shoulder keeps bumping yours and you feel so tempted to lean into him but is that okay?

“I know you guys are drunk now but I’ll ask again tomorrow,” Taehyung chuckles, “But you do mind taking me and y/n to the airport tomorrow afternoon?” He asks, his question directed at Jimin and Jungkook.

“The afternoon?” Jungkook slurs, “That’s so early.”

“It’s…the afternoon…” Taehyung tries to keep his laughter in, “But I guess with the hangover you guys might have, I could see why you think it’s early.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.” Jimin shoves Jungkook lightly. “Of course, we can take you.”

“Airport?” You look up at Taehyung and he just grins at you. “We’re already leaving?”

“Told you we weren’t going to be here long.” He reminds you, “It’s only for the weekend.”

“And then what?” You blink up at him and Taehyung’s face goes from smiling, to frowning back to smiling.

“I guess that depends.” He whispers, “Who’s turn is it now?” He shouts towards your friends, leaving your conversation at that.

~

The drive to the airport goes by way too quickly, you wanted some extra time with your friends before you and Taehyung go to—well, you have no idea where. You’re nervous as hell. But it’s a different type of nervous. Like, you kind of want to puke, yes but also you feel waves of excitement as well. You trust Taehyung but you also don’t know what is going on in his mind.

“You guys don’t have to get out, seriously!” You tell Jimin and Jungkook as they decide to not to listen to you. They make their way towards you and Taehyung, helping you both with your luggage. “Well, fine. Hugs would be nice.” You admit, extending your arms out for the guys to accept your invitation.

Jungkook giggles with his bunny teeth on display, he quickly goes to you, wrapping his arms around you for a tight embrace. You notice Jimin and Taehyung hugging as well, sharing words with one another you can’t hear. You smile at Jungkook when he loosens his grip around you and pats your head lovingly.

“Have a good time.” He tells you, “Hmm, I think you will.” Jungkook teases before bringing his hands to himself completely.

“See you.” You shake your head with a smile.

Jungkook nods and makes his way over to Taehyung while Jimin comes to you now, he’s fast pulling you into his arms. You feel comforted immediately being hugged by Jimin, you don’t even know why you feel the need to be comforted. You laugh into his shoulder as you hug him tight.

“y/n.” Jimin says close to your ear, “Promise me something.”

Your smile drops a little when you hear how serious he sounds, his embrace only getting tighter.

“Anything.” You tell him softly.

“Always take care of my Taehyungie.”

You pull away from Jimin slightly, his smile so pretty and so sincere as he gazes at you. You nod your head slowly before smiling yourself.

“If he lets me, I will.” Is what you decide to say.

“Love you.” Jimin tells you, going in for another quick hug before letting go altogether.

Jungkook is finishing up his goodbye with Taehyung as well when he turns to Jimin and grins.

“Feels like we are sending off our kids to college.” Jungkook teases, making Jimin laugh.

“Go you two!” Jimin shouts. “Don’t party too much! Pass all your tests! Make good decisions!” He continues shouting as you and Taehyung giggle to yourselves, grabbing your luggage and making your way through the doors of the airport.

Jimin laughs, keeping his eyes on you two until you’ve completely disappeared from his sight. Jungkook glances over at Jimin and his smile falters just a bit before he’s grabbing Jimin’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, a genuine concern laced in his voice. Jimin is still laughing, turning his head towards Jungkook before tilting his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” Jimin smiles, “Of course I’m okay?”

“Oh, Jiminie. Jiminie. Jiminie.” Jungkook squeezes his shoulder a little, his eyes looking all too knowing.

“What?” Jimin asks, genuinely confused. His smile dropping by the second thanks to his puzzled state.

“You know,” Jungkook looks into Jimin’s eyes, “You’re really good at not making it obvious. Like, scary good.”

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” Jimin’s voice has dropped lower now.

“Even if you were someone being watched with a camera, I don’t think any audience would have picked up on it.”

“What—”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook says, his voice much softer now. “I think I’m the only one who knows.”

“I—”

“You really are the most selfless person I’ve ever met.” Jungkook continues to hold on to Jimin’s shoulder and for some reason Jimin lets him. “You are the definition of putting someone else’s needs before your own.”

“Jungkook.” Jimin’s voice shakes a little with the only word he can manage at the moment.

“I know.” Jungkook nods, “No one suspects a thing, don’t worry. I just happen to know you best.” He gives him a soft smile, “So, I’ll ask again…you okay?”

Jimin is speechless. He knows his face has probably lost all color as he feels his heart going a million miles a minute in his chest. Jimin blinks at Jungkook repeatedly, his eyes traveling all across Jungkook’s face. It’s been years and no one has said anything…what gave him away now?

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jimin gulps, his eyes dart around now. “Let’s just go.” But before Jimin can walk towards the car, Jungkook is stopping him with the hand that’s on his shoulder.

“You love him, Jimin.” Jungkook whispers but Jimin hears it loud and clear. “It’s okay…”

Jimin’s eyes immediately fall to the ground, he blinks rapidly now and shakes his head. He hates how it feels like his chest is closing in on him, his breaths shallow now. He stays with his head down for a few minutes, his sharp breaths making his chest heave.

“You always have.”

“I…” Jimin finally looks up to look up at Jungkook and Jungkook feels his stomach drop at the sight. Jimin’s cheeks are tear streaked, and his bottom lip quivers. “I do, don’t I?” He questions softly, his lips forming into a devastating smile as more tears fall. “I really do, don’t I?” He chokes on his words now, his smile still on his face and a quiet laughter shaking his body.

Jungkook stares down at Jimin and feels his heart ache, did…did Jimin not know? When Taehyung first disappeared Jimin took it the hardest, sure, all the guys were pretty messed up about it. But Jimin…was a little more concerning. He realized his feelings for Taehyung were a little passed something platonic but Jimin never actually made it obvious. Jungkook is just super fucking observant and happens to know Jimin really well.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks again, this time knowing he may actually get an answer.

“I don’t know.” Jimin admits truthfully, he wipes at his face, trying to rid himself of his tears. “Actually…I do know.” Jimin stares at the ground now, a small smile spreading on his lips. “I am okay, really. I just want Taehyung to be happy and that’s y/n. She is his soulmate. I’m sure of it.” He nods his head. “The company was right. They are the perfect match and I want them to be together. It’s what they both want. You know?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook reaches his other hand forward and grabs Jimin’s other shoulder, “But doesn’t mean you can’t feel a little sad too.” He tells him, “You…are selfless. And I agree that Taehyung has found his person—romantically. But you’re always going to be his person too.”

“I know that, stupid.” Jimin chuckles, still looking down.

“You’re strong, Jimin.” At this, Jimin looks up and gazes into Jungkook’s eyes, a grateful smile on his face. “Were you going to go your whole life without telling literally anyone?”

“I wasn’t even going to tell myself. It was…always a thought in the back of my head but I never verbalized it. I couldn’t. There would be no use.” Jimin whispers, “Loving someone who would never love you back. Why put yourself through that?” He laughs, but his eyes betray him when more tears slip past and slide down his cheeks. “I’m okay. Because I have no other choice but to be.”

“With me…” Jungkook pulls Jimin into his chest, “You don’t have to be.”

And for the first time Jimin closes his eyes and feels everything at once. How is it possible that something that was never his is slipping between his fingers? Jimin’s slow to return Jungkook’s hug but once he’s embracing his friend he finally feels it’s okay. It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be sad and it’s okay to move on.

“They’re lucky to have you.” Jungkook says and this only makes Jimin cry harder.

After several minutes, Jimin has calmed down enough to pull away from Jungkook and smile sincerely towards him.

“Thanks.” He says quietly before reaching his arms above him in a stretch, “Ah, let’s hope these kids have a successful trip or I’ll scold them for life.”

Jungkook grins at his friend before nodding along.

“I’ll join you in scolding them!” He yells out excitedly, he walks towards the driver’s side of the car while Jimin opens the passenger side and gets in.

“An island, huh?” Jungkook turns the car on once inside, “A nice one though.” He giggles, looking over at Jimin who looks just as happy.

“Yeah,” Jimin smiles thinking about you and Taehyung. “An island.”

~~~~~~~~

“Greece?!?!” You basically shout, Taehyung laughing at you while covering your mouth with his large hands.

“People are staring now.” Taehyung playfully pouts, his laughter still audible. “But yup, Greece. You’ve never been, right?”

“No, but I mean is it a dream vacation? Hell yeah!” You look up at the board that tells you your departure time and also you know, destination.

“We’re going to Crete, specifically. It’s an island.”

“An island?” You tilt your head, “Oh. Déjà vu.”

Crete is…breathtaking. At least it looks that way in photos…you wouldn’t actually know because it’s like 11 o’clock at night and you can’t see any beautiful scenery. You do hear the ocean though, the way the waves crash into the rocks on shore. It really triggers memories for you, just the sound of water alone. You’re taken back to your time on the island…but that island is not this island. No, this island has people, has buildings and houses and restaurants.

“We’re staying…here?” Your eyes fill with awe as you eye the place you’ll be staying in. “Like, it’s all ours? Our closest neighbors are…them?” You point at another beach house a good ways away.

“Mhm.” Taehyung nods, grabbing yours and his luggage and lugging them up the stairs on the beach houses front porch towards the door. “Do you like it?” He asks cheekily, knowing you are starstruck right now.

“Like it? Taehyung, I love it! What the hell!!!” You quickly follow him up and wait impatiently for him to unlock the front door. “Hurry I want to see inside!” You jump up and down excitedly, Taehyung purposely taking his time to reach for the keys, earning him a punch to the arm.

“Be nice.” He scolds you, his gaze looking playful.

Taehyung gets the door unlocked and you breeze past him to turn the lights on and get a look inside your little home for the next few days. Taehyung shakes his head with a chuckle as he gets your things inside and shuts the door behind him.

“It’s small but nice, right?” He sets your suit cases down beside the bed. “The view from the windows is insane! Well, you’ll get a better look when it’s daytime.”

“Taehyung…” You walk towards him after checking out the kitchen and bathroom, “How did you uh, score this place?”

“My parents helped out.” He says with an awkward grin. “I’ll repay them later but they wanted to help…even got us this place when I originally wanted something cheaper.”

“Oh wow…” You feel guilty now, “That’s really nice of them but…”

“No but’s. Just enjoy, y/n.” Taehyung comes closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. You feel yourself go crazy when his fingers caress your fingers, his warm skin touching you so softly. You want to pull him even closer to you, you want to feel his arms around you, you want to feel his breath on your skin, you want to feel his beating heart pounding against yours. But you don’t know if that’s okay.

“Taehyung.” You say a bit breathlessly.

“Hm?” He hums, his fingers traveling up your arm now. His touch is so soft, so delicate, you almost don’t feel it as it works its way up.

“Why did you bring me here?” You whisper, your eyes finding his. His gaze is one of those dangerous ones, the kind you cannot escape.

“Because I want to offer you something.” He says just as hushed, his fingers now at your shoulder, skidding across your collarbone, and delicately traveling up your throat. You feel yourself shudder underneath his touch, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He swallows hard, his fingers at your cheek now.

“W-What do you want to offer me?” You breathe out, your body reacting so shamelessly to his touch.

Taehyung just gazes into your eyes, his dark and lustful gaze pierces into you and makes you feel breathless.

“Taehyung?” You manage to say his name, your quiet voice almost sounded like a whine.

“Hm?” Taehyung’s fingers go into your hair at the back of your neck, he massages your scalp while you both continue to stare at the other.

“What’s your offer?” You repeat, your chest is pushed up against his now, neither of you have realized the lack of space between you.

“A choice.” He whispers out, his fingers halt their movements before he is bringing his hand back to his side and he takes a step away from you.

“A choice?” You ask, clearly confused. You feel yourself grow cold at the little bit of distance between you both now.

“Yeah.” Taehyung smiles at you now, his lips curved into it so softly. “You’re tired, right?” He asks, nodding towards the bed. “Let’s sleep. Tomorrow is a new start for us.”

“A new?” You repeat some of his words, feeling confused still but you remember he asked you to trust him. “Okay…” you agree quietly, “Let’s sleep.”

~~~~~~~~

Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Wait—this isn’t your room. Your heart immediately relaxes when you remember where you are.

Across from the bed is a giant flat screen TV with some pretty paintings on either side on the wall. To the right are some huge windows that only have sheer curtains covering them, so the sun is quite bright in this room. To the left is a door to the bathroom and up ahead to the left as well is a small kitchenette. But the most important thing in this room is what’s right next to you. His dark, ruffled hair sticking out between the sheets and pillow below his head. And his quiet little snores muffled by the blanket.

This is all too familiar, you think. But you can’t help but smile. You slide back down into the sheets and gaze at Taehyung who sleeps peacefully next to you. Watching him look so at ease, makes you feel even more relaxed. You could spend your life just gazing at him, nothing competes with this moment.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but Taehyung seems to finally be waking up. His sleepy eyes opening and they immediately catch your gaze. He rubs at his face until he can finally open his eyes all the way, making you giggle.

“Good morning.” He breathes out, his voice so deep and husky.

“Hi.” You respond, “Sleep good?”

“Mm.” He closes his eyes again, “I think maybe 5 more minutes.” He jokes before cracking open an eye to look at you. “How long have you been staring at me?”

“I…I wasn’t.” You grumble, your cheeks showing an obvious blush.

“It’s okay. It’s only fair. I did it to you before too.” He chuckles and you pinch your brows together.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” He smiles, “So.”

“So.”

“We are here. Waking up together. On an island.” He points out the obvious, “How does it feel?”

“How does it…?” You grow a little confused, giggling a bit before answering. “Good?”

“Different than the first time?” He asks, his question genuine.

“Well, yeah.” You snort, “The first time I was terrified.” You tell him honestly, but it’s not like he didn’t know. “The first time I was sure I was kidnapped…well, I guess I kind of was.” You trail off, your smile fading.

“The first time…” Taehyung’s eyes slide to the side, “There’s something we didn’t have. There’s something we weren’t…given.”

“What’s that?” You ask in a whisper. His eyes finding yours again.

“A choice.” He tells you, “You weren’t given a choice. Neither was I. We didn’t have any options…we couldn’t leave if we wanted to, we couldn’t choose our own path…just whatever the company gave to us.”

“Oh.” You nod your head in understanding, the atmosphere gone cold and serious. Your body feeling rigid. “That’s true. We didn’t have a way out.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung agrees. You feel startled when his hand goes to your cheek, his warmth instantly relaxing you some when he gazes into your eyes as intensely as he ever has. “y/n…” He whispers your name, his thumb rubbing your skin so smoothly. “I am giving you a choice.”

“Huh?” You blink at him, “What do you mean?”

“You can leave if you want to. You can go home. You can go back to your life. Or…” Taehyung clears his throat, his eyes continue to bore into yours as he pushes the next words out. “You can stay. With me.” His voice is almost inaudible by the time he says ‘with me’. “You can choose to start this new life…with me. No one is forcing you…or me.” He continues to caress your cheek. His voice cracking when he feels himself grow emotional.

“Taehyung…” You say his name so softly that he fears to hear it any other way now.

“The company brought us together but it’s up to us if we want to actually make this work.” He swallows, “So, like that day we met…we can get up and start this new journey that is me and you. Or—”

“Taehyung.” You say a little louder now, your voice shaking but you don’t care. You feel like your world is shining in a million different bright colors. Your eyes are already filling with tears but you pay no mind when you stare at the man next to you.

“This island…can be ours too.” He gulps, “If you w—”

“I love you.” You blurt out, “You know this already why are you even asking me?” You smile as tears slowly fall down your cheeks.

“Because I want you to be sure. And I wanted to do this properly.” He smiles, his own eyes wetting.

“You’re dramatic.” You laugh, sniffling to yourself. “Taehyung. You know…I would do the island all over again.”

“We are. But this time it’s on our terms. It’s the right way.” He inches closer and nudges his nose with yours. “Only a weekend though, not 8 months.” He chuckles, his warm breath hitting your lips.

“Taehyung…” You say his name, the word escaping you and dancing across his skin. “Is this what you want? Me? Even though I…and we…” Your words grow quieter and quieter, losing confidence in yourself.

“Baby,” Taehyung rasps out, your eyes shooting open and staring into his at the pet name. “I’m okay.” He reassures you. “We’re okay.” He nudges his nose with yours again, “I want nothing more than for us to move past everything we’ve been through, moving forward and have a good relationship.”

“You…” Your voice cracks with just the one word. “Shit, sorry.” You laugh pathetically, trying to calm yourself as you cry harder now. “I’m just…”

“I love you y/n.” Taehyung’s lips ghost over yours as he says these words, you feel your heart hammering in your chest when his hands travel to your waist and pull you into him.

“I love you so much. Holy fuck.” Taehyung breathes out, his own heart pounding when he feels you return his embrace. “Be mine…” he commands you softly and you melt for him all over again like it’s the first time.

“I am yours.”

Taehyung finally connects his lips with yours. He presses against you with the kind of passion you only read about in books, he holds you like it’s the last time and you can sigh in relief because it’s not. His hands grip at your waist, while your hands snake up into his hair while you pull him down so he can kiss you harder.

His lips move against yours now, there’s nothing slow and sensual about this kiss. Everything is rushed and sloppy, and you both cry out in satisfaction. Hands move all across your bodies, tongues dancing and slipping into the other’s mouth with desperate moans for more. More, more, more. You need to feel his love through every kiss, every touch, every moan. You are desperate for his love. You are just desperate for anything Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung is worse than you though. His needy hands find every inch of your body like he’s never touched you before. His fingers leaving a hot, burning trail of fire on your skin and god, you are soaking up the fire like it’s lava melting into you. Your chest is heaving, your erratic breaths making you light headed. Or is it Taehyung making you lightheaded?

You break from his kiss, your lips attaching themselves to his neck and he moans out for you, saying your name and making you even more lightheaded than before. Your hands go to his chest, your fingers dragging down the material of his shirt before you feel what you are looking for.

“God…” You breathe out against his skin, “I’ve been dying to touch you like this.” Your hand wraps around his clothed length, gripping on to it making him groan.

“Yeah, baby?” Taehyung sighs out when he feels you dip your hand into his sweatpants and feel his hard cock, skin to skin. “Fuck, y/n.” He slams his eyes shut, bucking into your palm. You go back to kissing his neck, sucking bruises into his soft skin and he releases a long breath in approval.

“Baby…” he grunts when you tug on his head, feeling his precum dribble out. “I will seriously come in less than a minute if you—”

“You want to save your cum?” Your tongue licks at his throat, “Save it for my pussy?”

Taehyung’s eyes roll around his head at your words, his cock throbbing and aching for release already and you’re barely even getting him off.

Taehyung is losing his control…he’s never been so willing to let you have your way with him. He’s literally so desperate because he’s so, so in love with you. But he needs to have some control or else he really will fucking come in your hand.

“No more, my love.” Taehyung tears your hand away from him, his cock on the verge of spilling his seed. “Can’t come yet, we aren’t even naked yet.” His dark chuckle makes you feel an intense shiver run all the way down your spine.

“Then we better take off our clothes.” You smirk and Taehyung leans in to kiss you again, his lips crashing into yours and moving against them so sloppily. His hands get busy, your shirt is off and thrown across the room and now he’s trying to slide your shorts down your legs.

“Fuck, please hurry.” You whine, the ache between your legs making you feel so pathetic. You’re so weak and useless, the ache so powerful that you think you might die if you aren’t touched soon.

“I’m working on it, baby.” Taehyung tells you, struggling to get your shorts off fast enough, he’s praying to every god that’s ever existed that your panties went down with them.

“Need you, Taehyung. Fuck, I need you so fucking badly.” Your hips grind into nothing, looking for any type of friction at this point. Your hands scramble at the waistband of Taehyung’s sweats and you’re rushing to drag them off him while he works on getting his shirt off. Finally, fucking finally you two lay naked in the bed. Heavy breaths and dark gazes on the other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Taehyung tells you, his voice low and deep and raspy and holy fuck you could come to listening to him. “I love your face…I love your body…I love you.” He says, leaning down to kiss you. He kisses you slower this time, his hand making its way between your legs and you almost cry out in pleasure when his long fingers slip between your folds.

“You’re so wet baby.” Taehyung tells you between kisses, “You’ve been waiting to get touched, haven’t you?”

He swallows your answer, his fingers continue to slide around your wetness and you whimper when his fingers find your clit and he puts pressure on it before rubbing it nice and slow. Your body reacts exactly the way he wants it to…feeling satisfied with how quickly you succumb to his every movement.

“My baby…” He says against your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth and you suck on it making him groan. His fingers slide lower and he’s finally got one finger circling your hole and then another…sinking both fingers into you at once. He feels the way you tense at the sudden intrusion, his lips staying on yours as you moan for him.

“Three?” He asks, you’re already nodding your head, your eyes staying closed as he enters a third finger. “So fucking tight. Gonna fit my whole cock in this pussy, right? You’re gonna swallow it whole? Gonna squeeze my cock with your tight pussy? Huh baby?” Taehyung asks, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he ruts against your thigh. He’s getting lost in his own words, imagining your pussy wrapped around him before you’re reaching down and grabbing his rock hard cock.

“Taehyung.” You gasp out, his fingers never slowing down. “Fuck me baby. Fuck me, please fuck me.” You pant, guiding his body over yours. He pulls his fingers out of you and hovers above your body now.

“You need to get fucked?” He asks, breathless now. “Need my cock?”

“I need—” You’re interrupted when Taehyung’s fingers push past your lips and he has you sucking off your own arousal off his fingers.

“It’s a shame you got to taste yourself before I got to.” Taehyung pouts, “But I promise after I fuck you, I will eat your pussy until you’re shaking. Gonna lick your pussy until you are dripping, fuck, until all your cum is leaking out of you and you’re creating a wet spot on these sheets.”

“Taehyung.” You whimper, your pussy aching all over again and making you feel like if you aren’t getting filled with his cock then you might die.

“I know baby.” Taehyung places himself between your legs and comes closer to you, his face falling into the crook of your neck. “I need you just as badly…if not more.” He admits before taking his cock into his hand and lining himself up with your entrance.

You’ve never felt anticipation like this before…you’ve never felt so needy, so desperate. You have never experienced the feeling of needing a man’s cock to survive. But here you are, on the verge of tears because you need Taehyung to fill you to the brim.

Taehyung shutters above you as he starts to push his tip inside you…you immediately react, throwing your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back, forcing him to push into you further.

“Fuck, hold on…shit…I’m so…” Taehyung breathes out roughly.

He pauses, lifts his head up just so his face is hovering right above yours and he locks his gaze with you. He sees the lust filling your eyes and he sees how your face contorts into a look of pure love and pure desperation. He finally moves his hips forward, pushing into you deeper now. The tip is fully inside you, engulfed and embraced by your warm walls. He bites down on to his bottom lip the further he goes, the further his cock disappears into you.

You are seeing every individual star in the entire solar system the more you feel his hard length brush against your insides. You can’t even begin to describe the feeling of having his dick buried inside you…his hips stuttering as he finally bottoms out.

“Oh my god.” He gasps, “You’re so tight baby.”

“Your cock is so big.” You tell him, your sultry voice making his cock twitch inside you. “You make me feel so full.” Your eyes start closing in pleasure, just his cock inside you is almost enough to make you see your end.

“You’re hugging me so tightly.” Taehyung grits out, “I need you to relax a little for me baby.”

“I’m trying. You’re just so…ah….” You try your hardest to relax your body, your muscles and Taehyung leans down to kiss your lips before locking eyes with you again.

“I’m going to move now…” He warns, his voice strained.

Taehyung slowly moves his hips back, his cock sliding out of you, brushing sensitive spots along the way making you moan out. He keeps his eyes on you before he’s pushing back in again, his body trembling in pleasure.

“That’s good babe.” You moan, “You can really start fucking me now…” You tell him, letting him know you’ve adjusted.

“Thank fuck.” Taehyung growls before pulling out faster now and snapping his hips into yours. Your moans are constant, the sound filling the room, your only competition is the sound of his skin slapping your skin. He’s really fucking you now. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders and you cry out when he’s able to fuck you deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you with no remorse.

“Want you closer to me when we come.” You manage to moan out, your fingers playing at your clit. Taehyung grunts in approval before lowering your legs and laying on top of you without putting all his weight. He fucks you with so much purpose, so much feeling and so much desperation that you begin to crumble beneath him.

“Tae…” You cry out, “I’m so close.”

“Close for me, my love?” Taehyung doesn’t stop his thrusts, his hand going down to play with your clit himself. “You ready to come? You ready to clench around my cock and have it soaked in your cum?” Taehyung’s forehead is shiny with a layer of sweat, his body beginning to grow tired and his thrusts sloppy as he gets close himself.

“Want you to come too. Come inside me. Fuck I…” Your tits bounce with every hard thrust Taehyung gives you, his cock pounding inside you without rest. “Fuck…please come in me. I want your cum so badly…” You squeeze your eyes shut and moan his name.

“Yeah?” Taehyung’s face stays concentrated as he reaches his climax, “You gonna let me fuck my cum so deep inside you? Hm?”

“Yes,” You moan. His fingers rub your good spot over and over making you feel the most intense buildup of your life. Your whole body is going tense, your back arches and your toes curl. And finally, every ounce of pleasure you have ever felt in your life washes over you all at once. The feeling is so euphoric as Taehyung continues to hit you so deep with his cock, his length hitting a certain spot over and over that you can’t control the amount of pleasure you are feeling.

“Holy fuck,” You chant, your walls clenching around him so tightly that he gets so overwhelmed and feels his own orgasm hit him as well. He stills his hips and moans out your name as he release every last drop of cum inside you. You’re both left completely breathless at the feeling of coming for the other, you’ve soaked his cock and he’s filled you to the brim with his cum.

“Oh my god.” Taehyung’s erratic breaths are hard to calm after coming that hard, “You feel so incredible.” He says, kissing all of your face. “I have never felt this fucking good.”

“Me either.” You tell him honestly, your own breaths are quick and heavy. “That was amazing.”

Taehyung hates it but he knows he needs to slide out of you now, his cock is beginning to soften and he knows there’s a huge mess to clean.

“I love you.” He whispers, rolling to your side, “In case it wasn’t clear. I’ve been in love with you since the island and I’m still in love with you. I never stopped loving you either.”

You turn to face him and smile so genuinely that you are sure no other smile in your life has ever been real until this one.

“I love you too.” You lean forward and peck his lips, “Always have and always will.”

“I think a shower and some clean sheets are in order.” Taehyung laughs and you join him, nothing has ever felt more perfect.

After showering and changing your bed sheets, you and Taehyung sit on the edge of the bed and share sweet kiss after sweet kiss. He holds you close, whispering every little thing he loves about you. You giggle and return his kind words with your own. Your hands explore his body as he sucks pretty bruises into your neck. You feel yourself grow warmer and warmer, your head thrown back as he leaves bruise after bruise. It feels good, it all feels so good.

You’re on the brink of closing your eyes at the growing pleasure when the TV catches your attention. Your body goes absolutely rigid. Taehyung notices the change in atmosphere and looks at you, confused until he whips his head in the direction you are staring at. You’re sure all of the blood in your body has run cold. The only thing you can hear in the room is your loud racing heart, along with Taehyung’s. What…what the fuck? Your eyes bore into the TV screen and you gulp. White screen with black letters.

“PASS”

-End-

[dntaewithluv]

Fall With Me | kth

Taehyung was never yours to love, but that doesn’t stop you from loving him anyway. He always leaves, goes home to someone else, and still you always wait. Wait for him to come back. Just hoping and praying for the day that he stays. Or the day that he leaves for good. The arrival of fall brings forth a chill, and you notice it’s in more than just the air.

🍁 Pairing: engaged!taehyung x reader

🍁 Word Count: 3k

🍁 Rating: 18+

🍁 Genre: Heavy angst, drama, infidelity, fluff, smut

🍁 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit mentions of infidelity/cheating (Taehyung is engaged to someone else), oc cries a lot, mention and description of oc digging nails into hands as a reaction to anxiety, mention of self hatred and feeling shame, there’s a lot of angst, explicit sexual content, making out, hair pulling, fingering, praise, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (pls be safe), emotional love making, more crying, probably the softest smut I have ever written lol

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A/N: This is part 1 of my Illicit Affairs two part mini series 💜 I hope you enjoy and please look forward to part 2 titled Forever Winter coming soon!! Thank you for loving and supporting me and my writing, and special thank you to my possums as always for everything you do for me 🥰🥺

Taglist: @lavienjin @nglmrk @todorokiskitten @jpeachytaev @jeontier

"It's you. It's always been you. And it'll always be you."

Words that you've heard from Taehyung over and over again. He whispers them into your ear as he makes love to you. Sears them across your skin with his lips. Imprints them into your flesh with his touches. Promises them to you with everything he has and everything he is. And you, you love him, are consumed by him, and so of course, you believe him. Even after he leaves every time, and you're left in an empty bed desperately longing and yearning for the day that he finally stays.

You knew he wasn't yours, even though it genuinely felt like it when you were together. Taehyung would look at you like you were his entire universe, like he would move heaven and hell just to be with you. You, on the other hand, were without a doubt wholly his. Which was why it broke you apart from the inside out when he always went home to her. The woman who would soon be his wife, his forever. While you stayed behind, holding onto the memories like they were your only lifeline.

A spark in the spring had led to a blazing inferno by summer, one that threatened to engulf you both. But flames can’t burn that hot and bright forever, and the chill of autumn had seemed to seep into your relationship as the date of Taehyung’s wedding grew ever closer. You could feel it when you were together, the man you loved so dearly and wanted so desperately, slipping further away from you bit by bit. You and Taehyung would have an ugly end, and you knew it in your heart of hearts. Afterall, you never should’ve had a beginning in the first place.

You glanced over at Taehyung’s sleeping figure next to you, the rise and fall of his breathing the only thing permeating the silence of your bedroom. He grumbled in his sleep at the loss of your body cuddled against him, reaching out to hug a pillow against his chest before he finally settled again. You grabbed for your phone on the nightstand, the screen dimly displayed a time of 4:17 a.m.

The light just barely illuminated the metallic circular band next to your phone. Taehyung’s engagement ring. Your fingers closed around it before you could stop yourself, the metal cold to the touch since the ring’s owner had taken it off hours ago when he'd first arrived at your apartment. You dropped it carefully into your palm, and were surprised at how impossibly heavy it felt. Tears pricked at your eyes as you ran your finger over it.

This was gonna end. You both knew it. But you didn’t want it to, weren’t ready for it to. Why couldn’t you have found each other first, it just wasn’t fair. It had never been your intention to get involved with an engaged man, but you had never met anyone else quite like Taehyung either.

He was remarkable in a surprisingly reserved way, never letting you see too much of him until he was ready to reveal it to you. Little by little, you had gotten to know his kind heart, his love and appreciation for all of life’s small moments, his beautiful and creative mind, his endearing curiosity about the world around him, and his truly captivating soul. The deep and passionate way he loved, to the point where it literally stole your breath every single time he kissed you.  Knocked the world out from under your feet the first time you had felt him inside of you.

The two of you just fit together. Like two pieces of a puzzle that had been lost to time, looking for one another’s perfect match. But it was still wrong. It always had been, and always would be. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hate yourself for sleeping with Taehyung. But falling in love with him? That was something that made you loathe yourself. It was a careless and reckless leap, and you knew Taehyung wouldn’t be waiting at the bottom to catch you. No, at the end of it all, you would shatter into a million pieces from the impact, and somehow have to find the strength to pick up all the little sharp and jagged edges.

Your shoulders shook with the force of the silent sobs that wracked your body, your hand once again closing around the ring in your hand. Your nails dug harshly into your palm, and you used the pain to anchor yourself in the moment. The feeling. The dread of impending heartbreak.

“Darling?”

Panic seized you at the sound of Taehyung’s groggy and half asleep voice from beside you.

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep.” you tried to coax gently, but you could hear the brokenness in your own voice.

You knew Taehyung would be able to hear it too. A light was switched on from his side, followed by the rustling of sheets as he moved to sit up.

“Hey,” he said softly, and your heart clenched tight in your chest, “what’s going on?”

“Oh, it’s uh, it’s nothing. I just had a bad dream is all. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” you lied without bothering to look at him.

If he saw you, really saw you, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from crumbling underneath the warmth and worry in his gaze.

“Darling, look at me.” Taehyung practically begged, and your hands were shaking as you turned to finally meet his eyes.

Concern flooded his features, big, sad, brown eyes taking in your tear streaked face before traveling down to your still trembling hands that were both closed into fists. Taehyung hesitantly reached out to pull one of your hands toward him before carefully uncurling your fingers little by little.

“Oh, my love…” his voice trailed off as he took in the sight of the marks left behind by your nails.

Wordlessly, he lifted your palm higher, and pressed featherlight kisses against the indents you had created. A sob caught in your throat as he took hold of your other hand, and began slowly pulling your fingers back. His eyes grew wide at seeing his engagement ring resting in your palm as well as the much deeper and darker marks that marred your flesh. Shame washed over you. You hesitantly met Taehyung’s eyes and the sorrow you found in them had you on the verge of breaking.

“I’m sorry, Tae, I’m so sorry.” you said in a hushed whisper as fresh tears began to slide down your cheeks.

His fingers gingerly grasped the ring before setting it down on the nightstand on his side, and then he was immediately tending to the angry red crescents on your palm, lips dragging over them with loving care.

“Tae…” you started, but your breath hitched as his mouth trailed higher up to your wrist and then continued along your arm, pushing up your sleeve as he did so.

Heat was radiating from his body, and you melted under his touch, like always, while simultaneously shivering under the sensation of his lips on your skin. When he pulled the material to the side to kiss your bare shoulder, you turned your head to lean into him, sighing out as the pressure of his mouth increased slightly.

“I love you.” Taehyung murmured against you.

“I love you, Taehyung.” you breathed out, head falling back at the feeling of his mouth traveling over your neck.

There was purpose behind each press of his lips. Each graze of teeth and swipe of tongue was filled with passionate intent.

“And I’m yours. Only yours.”

He punctuated his words with searing kisses across your jawline, and a broken moan escaped you. You felt one of Taehyung’s large hands sliding up your thigh under the covers, knuckles just barely brushing over your panty clad core.

“Tae.” you gasped, and he pressed his hand a little harder against you.

Taehyung knew just how to touch you. How to pleasure you. He knew just how to take you apart and put you back together again. And you always wanted him. Could never get enough of him.

Your moans grew needier, whinier, as he tortured you with kisses all over your face. Everywhere but where you wanted and needed him the most. Taehyung let out a chuckle, “You’re getting so worked up, darling. Is there something you want?”

“You. It’s always you.” you replied without hesitating, and Taehyung finally connected your mouths at the same time that his digits pushed your panties to the side to meet your slick folds.

Your lips worked desperately against each other, Taehyung wasting no time as his tongue dipped inside to taste you. Your hands grasped at his raven locks, fingers tugging at the ruffled strands as he slid two of his fingers inside your waiting heat. He gently massaged your walls, and you whimpered into his mouth as each kiss sent your mind reeling.

You felt his free hand pulling at the bottom of the sweater you were wearing. His sweater. You broke away briefly to slide the garment up and over your head, Taehyung's lips immediately seeking out your newly exposed skin. You groaned softly at the warmth of his mouth wrapping around your nipple, his tongue gently laving over it and making you start to squirm. He trailed a path of adoring kisses across your chest as he moved to give attention to your other breast, his hand between your legs remaining unhurried, but still leading you towards your undoing all the same.

"Can you do something for me, darling?"

Taehyung whispered the words right over your heart, and your answer, just like always, was, "Anything."

He pulled back from you, one large hand coming up to cradle the side of your face.

"Want you to lay back for me."

You nodded, and Taehyung helped you carefully lean back against the pillows, propping himself up with his elbow by your head so he could still hover over you. He focused intently on your face, watching as your mouth parted when his fingers that were still buried inside you came back to life. He slid in a third digit, and you hissed as your back raised off the bed slightly. His motions grew more urgent, fingers fucking into you rougher and making you start to writhe underneath him as your hands clutched frantically at the sheets below.

Taehyung’s gaze never left your face, the intensity in his chestnut irises making your body feel that much more electrified. His thumb brushed across your clit, and you cried out, chest heaving as he pushed you ever closer to the edge. He leaned down, lips just barely brushing against your own. You waited for him to kiss you, but instead he just chased the movement of your mouth, and breathed in all the desperate little sounds escaping you.

“Tae, please.” you begged him, “Need to feel you.”

His face filled your vision again, and your chest tightened at the way he looked down at you with nothing but pure affection.

“It’s alright, darling. I promise I’ll give you what you want. For right now, though, I just wanna watch you.” Taehyung voiced, desire lacing his tone, and making you clench around his fingers.

Everything felt more heightened with his eyes on you like this. His thumb stroked harder against your bundle of nerves, and you fought against the urge to look away from him as the coil inside of you wound tighter and tighter.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Watching you fall apart for me like this."

You threw your head back against the pillows as his long, slender digits crooked just right inside of you, a series of high pitched whines filling the air between you.

"That's it, darling." Taehyung praised, his voice like velvet, "Always so perfect, my love."

Warmth started in your chest, and spread to the rest of your body as your orgasm reached its crest, Taehyung's name dying on your lips and dissipating into a drawn out sigh. He helped you ride out the rest of the wave on his fingers, carefully pulling them from you once your body had finally gone still against the sheets.

You smiled up at him tiredly as he sucked his fingers clean of you, and his eyes were soft when they found yours again. He bent down to press a gentle kiss into your hairline, "I love you."

"To the moon?" you queried back, dopey grin still present on your face.

Taehyung chuckled before drawing back to hover over you once more.

"And to Saturn." he answered, fingertips mindlessly tracing patterns across your thigh.

It was a common phrase between the two of you, created during a friendly competition of who loved who more. Sometimes you found yourself wondering if he also said it to her, or if they had their own unique version. Without thinking, your gaze drifted to the ring on the nightstand, and Taehyung's eyes were immediately following your line of sight.

"It's just a ring, Y/N." he said just barely above a whisper.

"Come on, Tae. You and I both know that's not true." you pressed before moving to sit up.

You felt too naked. Too bare. Too vulnerable. You reached beside you to retrieve Taehyung's sweater before slipping it back over your figure, the added layer making you feel like you had a sliver of protection from what you knew was about to happen.

Taehyung took your face into his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"It is when I'm with you."

Weakness clawed at your insides, and you allowed yourself a few seconds to just drown in the moment, in his words, in the way he was looking at you.

Surfacing back to reality had you shaking your head sadly as you gently pulled Taehyung's hands away from your face. You both tried to speak at the same time.

"Tae, I-"

"I'm ending it."

The rest of your sentence evaporated into the air after hearing the words that had left his mouth.

"Taehyung," you started again, voice quiet, unsure, "what are you talking about?"

The man next to you let out a shaky sigh, "I don't want to keep living two different lives anymore. I can't."

Out of habit, you found yourself reaching for one of his hands to grip tightly in your own, Taehyung's other hand covering both of them a moment later. You were terrified, but it was the kind of fear that bordered on excitement.

"Tae, what are you saying?" you questioned him further, each word tugging you that much closer to tumbling off of that ledge.

Was Taehyung going over with you into an exhilarating freefall, or were you plummeting alone in the dark?

"What I'm saying is, there's only one life I want to live. And it's with you."

"Oh my God." you breathed, words barely above a whisper.

He finally looked at you, and the tiniest little shy smile adorned his handsome features.

"Yeah, I know." he said gently before leaning his forehead against your own.

You turned into him and exhaled as you let your eyes slip closed. Taehyung grabbed your free hand to intertwine it with his as he echoed a sigh back to you.

The moment felt so fragile. So precious. Like it would fracture and shatter at the smallest intrusion or interruption. But you still had one more question. No matter how badly you didn't want to ask it.

"Taehyung. Are you sure?"

You felt the warmth of his reply on your face more than you heard it, "It's you. It's always been you. And it'll always be you."

No more words were exchanged. You were past the need for them. All that was left was the need for each other as you desperately sought out the other's lips. You couldn't even tell if the whimpers and pants were coming from you, or Taehyung, or both.

Your back met the sheets once more, with Taehyung's weight pressing down on you. Your hands frantically scrambled to pull your panties down your legs, and you could feel Taehyung trying to shed his boxers just as hastily. You left the sweater because it was his. You were his.

You could feel it in the way he buried himself inside you, hands wrapped around your back to hold you as close as possible. You met him movement for movement, your gasps and moans melding together as his cock found its home between your walls again. And again. And again.

He made love to you like it was simultaneously the first and last time. Like he never wanted you to forget how it felt to have him inside you. As if you ever could. Taehyung was permanently burned into you, mind, body, and soul.

When he kissed you, you tasted tears. You weren't sure who had started crying first, or when exactly. But both of your faces were wet, a tinge of saltiness on both of your tongues.

Your soft cries turned to sobs as you reached your climax, with Taehyung's own release following shortly after. He breathed heavily against your neck as your hands threaded through his messy curls. This was you and Taehyung. This was home.

You lost count of how many orgasms he drew out of you over the next few hours, your bedroom full of passionate whispers between lovers and the sound of skin on skin. The morning sun was starting to peek in through your window as Taehyung brought you up into the clouds one last time. He told you those same words again as you fell to pieces beneath him.

"It's you. It's always been you. And it'll always be you."

You laid there, completely spent, but just enough energy to conjure a weak and tired smile. Because, for once, you really, truly, believed him.

[lavienjin]

What if earth had a ring like saturn?

It wouldn't be single. 😔

................ i feel called out (but in a hilarious best friend way). i love this. i love puns. thank u for brightening my day

[chateautae]

You just made me fall harder for him. Never thought was possible but turns out your writing made it. I'm crying. My wallpaper for a few days.

NOOOO the most wonderful time of the year 🥺 really poured my all into that fic because HELLO taehyung and the christmas season?? SO PERFECT i'm glad you really loved this part bubs 💓💓

[lavienjin]

Well, you will break it now.

ALSO I NEED MORE JIN GIFS WTF TUMBLR

if you want more jin gifs, i have a loml tag for him because.... i mean... have you seen him??? AND I CANT BELIEVE THIS. JIIIIIIIIIINNNNN

[lavienjin]

I JUST GOT TO KNOW BRIGHTSIDE IS CUE ON 3RD DECEMBER?;"!$!#)#)!#;"

AND YOU KNOW WHAT-

The best BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER LIKEEEEEEE

Bonus points coz I got a teaser;)

ALSO HUSBAND NAMJOON? WHO COMES WITH HEAVY ANGST?? AND PAIR IT WITH YOUR WRITING???

¿Who isn't a bitch for joon, angst and you?

HAAAAAAAAA!!!! the snort i just let out!!!! this is so heckin ADORABLE <3 thank you so much for being excited and sending so much love about my writing SKDJFLKJSDF it's been a while since i wrote an sfw work!!! it's honestly my favourite thing i've writen so far (and i've written PLENTY this year).

HAPPY (EARLY) BIRTHDAY, wonderful!!!!! i hope you get to celebrate it with love, cake, and a wHOLE lotta namjoon

[chateautae]

'HOTTER THAN HELL' IS SUCH A GOD- NO, DEMONDAMN HOT ASF FIC I CANT PHYSICALLY HANDLE ITWEUHUIFHRF-I WAS ALREADY COLLECTING SCREENSHOTS OF MY FAV PARTS BUT-

There ARE MORE THAN 47🧍🏻‍♀️

So here I AM TO JUST HERE WOOF WOOF BARK BARK GRRRR bout how hot asf LUCIFER IS and also THE DEMON IN YOU, SAMMY, MAKING ME SWEAT LIKE THAT🥵

But the characterisation of both the leads is just SO SO GOOD, I was instantly drawn into it, there isn't literally a line I would skip if I re-read it. I can't believe I got to read this for free-

I'M SO INTRIGUED AND SO SO EXCITED FOR THE UPCOMING ONES!

Let's just go with my favourite one:

THIS HAUNTS ME WHEN I'M ASLEEP.

OMFG THIS single PIECE OF STATEMENT IS GONNA LIVE IN MY HEAD AS LONG AS I WOULD.

TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, I'd probably think of this even in my last seconds.

Let daddy handle it! I mean, demon-

THE ✨EYESHADOW✨ and the ✨RED✨ reminded me of Lucifer😩

(like that eyeshadow represents his red eyes in human form, uk where I'm gng wid this)

ILY SAMMY💖 muah💋

{also people, she'll post those next chapters when she's ready to, don't you dare send impolite asks under anon, I'll be glad to teach you some manners🥰}

ANYTHING RED REMINDS ME OF THIS FIC SHIT IM RUINED-

OH NOOO BABY I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED HOTTER THAN HELL!! Seriously this is so so sweet of you I'm nearly sOBBING at all this love tysm for taking the time to read!! AND PLEASE LUCI JK IS A CHEEKY GODDAMN BASTARD AND I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF HIM I FEEL YA. You're so ADORABLE omg I'm genuinely blown away by this lovely lovely feedback, I LOVE YOU MOREEE and I look forward to your support for future parts 🥺heart

[borathae]

Part two of my bark

PLEASE.

Like that's how I literally felt. TELL HER JUNGKOOK. WE CRIED ENOUGH. WE FOUGHT OURSELVES ENOUGH.

Us rn:

L.I.T.E.R.A.L.L.Y

IF MY FUTURE FIANCÉ DOESN'T TELL ME THESE WORDS, HE'D BE MY FIANCÉ WITH AN EX.

"You. You have everything You to offer. It's all I need. You."

But I find it too all to relatable to Jungkook. Been there. Said things. Got a best frnd for life. It's so hard to convince people who think they have nothing valuable to offer as compared to us when all we want is you, my precious. Every and any relationship is a give & take, some inclined to materialistic things and others to emotions.

We were business. I know saying that must've HURT her like labour. She's been reminding herself every fucking time she blurred or crossed those lines to get it together.

I don't want y'all to be one dimensional and think of how Jungkook's the only one hurting as bad. No, you're wrong.

Yes, she hurted him. Yes, he cried. Yes, we all blamed for doing that to him. But do we know the guilt on top of the heart break she's facing? The feeling of not being enough for someone who's just as into you as you are? And confessing it and masking every emotion to with hold her decision?

Please I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER. HER POV IS GOING TO BE GUT WRENCHING IF IT EVER COMES OUT.

This reminds me so much of her, Sibi. I wish she was here. I was there. With her. Stop her from putting that mask on until she suffocated and decided to give up. I wish she opened up like this and told me how much she hurted when it was at peak. If only I ever heard her silent cries I would've had my best friend by my side.

JUNGKOOK YOU-

THE WAY SHE SAID JUNGKOOK THEN CORRECTED HERSELF TO BUNNY-

Sis, it's okay, take your shot💜

The first read was all about me and Jungkook in our crying train of emotions but now did I get to experience ___. Omg she's been through a lot, isn't she?😭😭😭😭

The way she only wanted him to wait irrespective of everything that's been on her and his mind, the way she accepted it through pain, the way she gave in although not completely, the way she's rather reminding herself not him that she does have a chance out of this, the way she laughs, chokes and agrees, everything HAS ME FUCKED.😭

I'm so excited FOR THE DATE SJSJSJS also low-key terrified but who cares until the date is on right? Hahaha I'm anxious though, please don't

BUT IM SO HAPPY AND SAD AND EXCITED AND ANXIOUS AT THE SAME TIME! I can't wait for the next chapter! COME ON BE THE POSTING DAY ALREADY😫

Also whenever she says 'fuck bunny' my mind flashes this:

I'm done lmao.

Thank you for the SIBI-LEVEL chapter.

Had me 😀😆😶😳🤫😧😮😯😲🤯😩😫🤤🥴😵🥵🤑🤠😈😭😭😭😭😭😭

Not you coming at me with my greatest weakness aka screenshotting your fave parts and showing them to me 😔🥺😭💜 lisTEN I WILL SMOOCH YOU ON YOUR LIPS 💕

Also:

Yes, she hurted him. Yes, he cried. Yes, we all blamed for doing that to him. But do we know the guilt on top of the heart break she's facing? The feeling of not being enough for someone who's just as into you as you are? And confessing it and masking every emotion to with hold her decision?

Catch me crying in the club with a second glass of alcohol free mimosa in my hands 💔 I love it so much that you can understand her so well :( seriously it means so much to me. Like Lucky really doesn't want to hurt Kook but she is just so scared to admit to herself that she is ready to love again and I just want to fucking sOB

Also lmaooao the last meme senT me because honestly? Same bestie HAHAHHAHA 🤧😂😂

Thank you for barking at me, seriously I love you so much and I also feel so honoured that you shared something so personal with me. Truly it will stay safe with me 💜💜

[borathae]

YOO BOI DID THAT CHAPTER GET ME IN MY FEELS-

I felt every FUCKING EMOTION I could and I'm here to bark about it.

I AM NOT IN A STATE TO CHOSE A FAVOURITE PART FROM THE (love making) ROLEPLAY SO Y'ALL READ THAT AGAIN.

First of all, personally, I NEVER EXPECTED MYSELF TO BE A DOM TO JUNGKOOK, EVEN THOUGH I'M A DOM BY DEFAULT (lmao is that right? idk, I just know y'all would get me anyways) BUT WHAT IN THE NAME OF MONA LISA'S EYEBROW DID THIS OC AND JUNGKOOK DO TO ME-

I CAN'T GET MYSELF TO EVEN THINK OF SUBBING FOR HIM ANYMORE WHEN I CAN JUST MAKE HIM BEG WHILE I PEG HIM🧍🏻‍♀️😔😫😏 BUT IF WE GET A DOM AAOL JUNGKOOK THEN WHAT-

Me to my now 'I'M NEVER SUBBING FOR HIM' mindset:

THE WHOLE STORY IS TOO HOT FOR ME TO SAY ANYTHING EXCEPT I'D LIKE TO REQUEST AN AFTER 8 SESSION OF JUNGKOOK AND OC IN HIS OFFICE🧍🏻‍♀️🚶‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨

Coming to the actual REASON I wanted to bark, THE AFTER MATH of it.

WHY IS LUCKY DOING THAT TO HERSELF AND TO BUNNY?"?*?#)@#;"... AND ALL OF US!!!

But I don't blame her cause Jungkook's romantic self is impossible to not fall for.

Also, Jungkook went from being alone and not wanting to wake up the next day to wanting a life with her.

We love to see it, though we know it's not going to be that easy, atleast he's trying to find a reason to wake up the next day.

It's obvious for them to fall but a safe landing is what seems to be very impractical to Lucky,.....actually, she doesn't even want to imagine one, as she knows she'd to be drawn too much into it to figure out things.

NEXT COMES A PART THAT MADE ME SO PROUD?"!$?$)#! Like damn, I DIDNT EVEN WRITE THAT-

A very very important issue: NO IS A NO NOT MATTER WHAT GENDER IT IS OR IF THEY WERE CONSENSUAL BEFORE AND AREN'T ATM. SICK HOMOSAPIENS DONT TAKE A HINT, I GET IT, bitch ATLEAST GET SHIT THATS TOLD TO YOU TO YOUR BRAIN AND USE THAT ORGAN.

Also Ryujin, I get it that your boss is too hot to handle and has given you consent before, but HE said NO and you play the GUILT TRIPPING CARD?

Then comes THE FIRST (?) JUNGKOOK AND OC MEET! OMFG freaking finally! But I'm glad it wasn't rushed. I, for the first time ever, got trapped lmao. I BELIEVED IT WAS LUCKY THEN NOT AND THEN THAT SHE WAS HER AND THEN NOT AND-

SIBI CONVINCED ME ENOUGH TO MAKE MY BRAINCELLS SHUT.

WHY DID YOU EVEN STOP BESTIE😭

SHE GAVE HERSELF AWAY WITH A FEW PARTICULAR things and I'M HAPPY JUNGKOOK ISNT DUMB.

ALSO "IT'S ME. BUNNY." DID THINGS TO ME I DARE NOT DISCUSS COZ-

Then comes the part where JUNGKOOK'S AND MY HEART SHATTERED TO PIECES ONLY LUCKY (SIBI) COULD FIND AND FIX. MY EYES WERE TEARING UP.

Also, I genuinely want people to not hate Happy here, even though she was harsh with her words, she did the right thing. Imagine being her, having a guy at your sex club trying to be someone your frnd doesn't want. He'd potentially seem like those obsessive ones that should be got ridden off for OCs security and privacy.

(Don't come @ me, y'all I'm just giving a potential scenario. I know he isn't. )

Then came the tsunami of heart wreck for me and Jungkook that had my eyes peeing for way too long.

Every freaking line had its impact right in my heart and YALL NEED TO READ THAT AGAIN TOO.😗🥲✌🏻

Also, I'm not done.

First of all I am loving the fact that you are yelling for the majority of this becAUSE YES OMFG YELL YOUR EMOTIONS AT ME 🤧🤧 second of all afjdsjjf the MEMES JSJJS you know that I am a sucker for a good meme and those memes are just 10/10 😂💜

Also:

Also, Jungkook went from being alone and not wanting to wake up the next day to wanting a life with her.

please catch me crying in the club with my alcohol free mimosa in my hand because this shit breaks me, fuck I love him 😭😭 (i'm acting as if I didn't write this character but lisTEN I LOVE HIM ALRIGHT)

Also I am all for loving Happy, she was just a good friend and we all need a real one like her in our life 😔😔😔

Now I am off to answer part two of you barking at me and I am loving it and you 🥺😭💜

[chateautae]

The audacity of that ridiculously stupid anon(🤡) to have even thought of sending you that ask with such brusque and abrasive sense to it.

The 🦆 means "WE DIDNT ASK FOR A JIMIN FIC"(?) Shut up you assdump, WE DIDNT ASK FOR YOUR IMPUDENT REMARKS.

"WE WANT MID." Oh woah there kid, you're asking your mum to buy you a candy? No tantrums baby. Bad. Bad Anon. You seem to lack some basic manners that I'd like to point out makes you a true 🤡. If you really wanted to make your point of wanting an update on mid, you could've used your brain rather than just finger tips alone.

"YOU'RE DOING EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO NOT UPDATE MID FOR WHAT." Well, umm, you got one thing right, Sammy is the one with power here. It's her blog. Her work. Her magic. You're just free audience. Enjoy it, Give her credits, critic it if the author allows (in a way you don't seem to know). Also, remind you, she wrote and published MID herself, not on your demand. As clear it should be, she has all the power to update it whenever she would want to. If she had no intentions of finishing it, which also is completely upto her, she would've obviously told us. Not update for what(?). Not everything goes like you plan. It's commendable how she's managing things, the blog, writing, thought process, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY her life outside of all of it, especially during this pandemic shit. She's still doing everything in her power to serve us well and you have a problem with that?

Even though every reader is close to a writer's heart, people like you are not welcomed. This is unacceptable.

"itS LiTeRaLLy OnLy 2 cHaPtErS LeFt HuRRy uP"💩💩💩you honestly sound like you're full of shit, Idk whether to offer a mint or a toilet paper.

Advice: practise kind words or silence. I'd personally suggest the second one.

SAMMY, MY 💖, ILY MUAH MUAH, I'M JUST GONNA GO READ IT NOW. YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW YOU'RE THE QUEEN HERE SO I AINT SAYING NO MORE.Also, I'm not gonna go anon mode just to piss that anon off.

PLEASEE i admire you for not going anon, thank you so much for backing me up my love, I really really readers love yourself!! It's always important to remember the author has power, I could be finished entirety of mid without your knowledge and not upload if I don't want to or can't. It takes me time to upload mid because it's a work i pour my absolute heart and soul into. I meticulously check each sentence, change words I don't want anymore or even end up adding in small scenes or bits to improve the way it reads. And each update isn't a measly 4-10k I can check within a few hours, my updates are 30k worth of content and words I need to very carefully check. The process is very vigorous and mentally draining and can take up to 14 hours (which I acc have spent once, 14 hours just sitting on my laptop trying to write/edit an mid chapter) and I can assure you, treating authors with disrespect will not get you an update faster. You'll only make the author want to sit on the update more which is then counterproductive.

I'm definitely not abandoning this series and plan to finish it, i've worked too hard on it to just suddenly drop the whole thing. Thank you for being so understanding my love, it really makes authors feel so validated!!! 💓

[borathae]

Here's my try at sketching and I don't why I really wanted to share it with you coz this tae is soft, like our ihyily sir. I suck bal- lollipops*(oh to be that one in tae's mouth-) me knows but I think I did pretty good for my standards since all I ever drew were those set of 3 hills and a sun, oh a few clouds and crowd too, so I was shook how satisfactory it turned out lmao.

lmoaoaoa those first few sentences were such a rollercoast of mOODS hahahah 🤧😂💜

BUT OAMFMGMA THAT IS AN AMAZING DRAWING OMGFMGM BYEEE I AM LOVING IT 🥺😍 gaaah I'm so soft for Tae and gosh this is such a lovely drawing of him 🥺😔💜💕