#kim going to court over A Tree

[obscurecurse]

concept. kim has some guy from a rival gang at gunpoint and he pushes him against a tree. he's making his threats, but he doesn't like this guy so he just shoots him and kills him instead. but now his blood/the bullet are lodged in the tree. kim leaves. he sends someone to come by at night to extract the bullet.

cutting the bullet out kills the tree. so the rival gang serves the theerapanyakuls papers because... they have footage of this guy killing the tree. and a week later it starts self-pruning and the biggest branch drops onto the roof of a ferrari. like it's not because they murdered someone from their ranks on the premises - they don't care about that - but the boss liked that tree.

and anyway there's a city ordinance about trees over a certain age.

[luvyeni]

THE HIGH LORD OF AUTUMN COURT; KIM SEUNGMIN

PAIRINGS. highfae!seungmin x fae!reader

WC. 3.5k+

WARNINGS. 18+, language, unprotected sex, choking, name calling, brat taming, miscommunication

SYNOPSIS. you and seungmin of autumn court have hated each other ever since you were little kids, you two are now adults and seungmin has to find a wife to help continue on his bloodline, and guess who it is?

DISCLAIMER! THIS IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE BOOK SERIES BUT IT WILL HAVE REFERENCES TO THE BOOK.

you still remember where your hatred for kim seungmin , the son of the high fae of autumn court – you were five years old , your father was second in command to the high fae , it was during a meeting , a meeting you’d soon find out was basically your pre-engagement.

you were playing with another child , when they suddenly stopped. “what’s wrong.” they pointed to the small boy across the fields. “that’s kim seungmin , he’s the son of the high lord.” he sat under a tree , just staring at you two. “should we ask him to play?” your new friend shook their head. “i heard he was mean.”

you flagged them off. “you shouldn’t listen to rumors.” you stood up , walking over to him – you should’ve just listened to your friend.

“hi!” you cheerfully greeted him , he just looked up at you. “do you want to play with us?” he stood , you thought he was gonna say yes , boy were you wrong. instead , the boy who you didn’t even know , pushed you to the ground , you fell with a thud , he just walked past you muttering a “go away.”

you stood up , pushing him back. “you can’t just push people.” he frowned , pushing you back. “i can do what i want , i’m gonna be the next high lord.” this then led to both of fighting out in the grass , tugging at each other’s hair , rolling around in the dirt – until you were pulled apart by your parents who noticed.

“what is going on?” your mother brushed off your dress. “look at your dress , you are a lady , you don’t fight around in the dirt.” you were too busy trying to get at the boy who was being held back by his mother. “he was being a meanie.” you exclaimed. “she was being annoying.” he fought back.

both your fathers stepped in , stopping both of you. “both of you , that’s enough.” your father shouted. “you two are to be the next in line , you should get along.” you looked at the boy who was eyeing you down. “i hate you kim seungmin , i will never marry you.”

that was years ago , you two were both adults , more mature , you would’ve thought you two would be past that , grown to get along – absolutely not , ever since that day , you’d fight every-time you were in the same vicinity you’d fight like cats and dogs , and that’s saying something since you’d basically see each other almost every day.

“both of you should at least try and get along.” lilly , your childhood friend , and lady and waiting said as she helped you into your dress. “i mean you both will have to be married soon , he’s at the age where he is soon to be crowned high lord , and he needs to be married in ordered for that to happen.” you scoffed , turning to face her. “then i guess autumn court will never have a new high lord , because i will never marry that asshole.”

you both made your way down to the dining hall where both of your parents where waiting. “good morning mother , father.” you sat down , the maids jumping to put food on your plate. “thank you.” you said , about to dig into your food , when your mother coughed. “sit up straight.” you sighed , obeying. “can i eat now?” she nodded.

it was a awkward silence , that you caught on to quickly , putting down your silverware. “why is everyone acting so weird today?” you questioned. “i take it lilly didn’t tell you?” lilly’s mother – who was your mothers lady in waiting said. “tell me what lilly?” you turned to your friend. “i tried , i really did , she’s not the easiest to talk to.” you were confused , turning to your dad. “what are they babbling about dad?”

“well honey – it’s time for you to be wed to seungmin.” you laughed. “like hell.” your mother gasped. “(y/n)!” you turned to lily , who weakly smiled at you. “that why you kept bringing seungmin up , traitor you knew this happening.” you scoffed. “she’s your lady in waiting dear , that’s her job.”

“whatever , i’m not doing it.” you said. “they’re many faeries out there , find one and get them to do it.” your father spoke up. “that’s not how that works , this has been in the world since you two were kids” you looked at him. “you don’t see how problematic that is?” lilly and her parents watched you fight back and forth about the subject – until your mother had enough. “there’s no discussing this , you both are adults , he is coming into the crown soon and it’s time for you to marry , no more fighting it , the engagement party is later this evening.”

you stood up , slamming your utensils down , stomping away from the table , lilly following behind you. “how long have you known this?” you pushed the doors to your room open. “a few weeks , i was supposed to tell you about the party a week ago , that’s why i came in that day to get your measurements.” you glared at her , she whined , grabbing your hand. “i’m sorry , but i was scared about what you would say.”

you flopped down on the bed , pouting. “you don’t know what this means , after the engagement party , we’ll have to move in with each other.” you said. “well i do have to move in with you , so.” you eyed her again. “sorry.” she said , realizing she wasn’t helping. “we’ll have to be seen in public together , and act like we like each other.” you shivered in disgust. “i mean , you could actually get along , it’s not hard , you aren’t five anymore.” you turned to your friend. “you’re just my lady in waiting , no longer my friend.”

after more fighting with your parents , which you lost everyone , you were dragged out of your room by lilly , forced into the carriage – literally forced into the carriage , and driven into the forest house castle , which would also be your new home after tonight.

“you do look beautiful though.” lilly tried to ease the mood as you sat and got your makeup down. “of course i do , i just wish it was under better circumstances.” you said. “like his funeral.” you heard a familiar scoff behind you. “very classy.” you rolled your eyes. “you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” you said. “that’s on the wedding day dumbass.” he rebutted , now standing behind you. “well then let’s pretend it’s our wedding day everyday for the rest of our lives.”

he smirked , putting his hand on your shoulder. “i agree , it is hard to look at you sometimes.” he was trying to get under your skin. “i will set your hand on fire if you don’t let me go.” you spat angrily because it was in fact was working. “okay , that’s enough both of you.” seungmins’ second in command , juhan said. “no need for all this.” lilly said trying to ease the tension.

“why are you in here seungmin?” you said. “you’ve been preparing all for this your entire life , you mean to tell me you don’t know that we have to walk in together.” you turned to lilly , who nodded. “it’s true.” you grumbled angrily , standing up straightening out your dress. “let’s get this over with.” you linked arms with him , his eyes widening. “why are you looking at me like that?” you said , he quickly changed his face. “nothing.” he awkwardly coughed. “it’s just that you actually look like a lady of the court , and not one of the creatures in the woods.

seungmin smirked as he watched your eyes twitched in anger , dragging him down the hall , cursing under your breath , he allowed you to drag him behind , still thinking about the moment in the room – why the hell did his heart skip a beat when you touched his arm?

you guys stood at the doors of the ballroom , waiting to be called in , he stared at your face that was twisted up in a frown , he was about to make a joke to piss you off , but he decided not to and it was right on time , because the door was opening. “future high lord and lady of autumn court kim seungmin , and (y/ln)(y/n).” they announced , everyone looking up to see the new couple.

you two walked through the doors , making your way over to the balcony standing over the people. he unlinked your arms , his arm wrapping around your waist. “smile you idiot , people are watching.” you put on your best fake smile. “unhand my waist before i burn you.” to everyone you both looked like a cute newly engaged couple – but the both of you , your parents and lily and juhan could see the tension as you stood next to him while seungmin gave his speech.

after he was done , you two made your way down the steps , where the party had began to start. “congratulations you two.” seungmins’ mother said , you nodded. “you both will make a fine lady and high lord.” you waited for them all to walk away , before you dropped his arm. “i need a drink.” you walked away.

you found the closest maid holding glasses of champagne , walking over to them , kindly taking a cup , downing back the drink – about to reach for another one , when seungmin ruined it , telling the maid to go serve elsewhere. “are you a heathen?” he said grabbing your arm. “you aren’t supposed to be drinking like you’re in a pub somewhere.” you tried to snatch your arm away , but he was much stronger. “let me go.”

he pulled you closer to him , your face pressed against his chest , it looked like you two were hugging. “you won’t ruin this for me.” he growled. “you can hate me all you want , but when we’re in front of a bunch of important people , you will behave.” you eyes widened , the way he was talking to you , his voice much deeper , it was kinda attractive…

what were you thinking , pushing him off of you. “i-i’ll kill you the next time you touch me like that.” you said bitterly , walking away to find lily , he smirked – he could hear how your heart started to race.

you managed to survive the night , putting on a smile to greet all the different fairies and lords from other realms who travel to see the next on the throne. as the night came to a end , and people began to leave , here came the part you dreaded the most – where you’ll basically be handed off to seungmin officially.

“we’ll be spending our retirement days in peace.” you stood listening to mrs.kim and your mom speak. “that’s great.” for them you thought. “you’ll make a fine lady of autumn court (y/n).” she said. “thank you mrs.kim.” you said , wanting the night to be over.

“this place is all yours now.” seungmin stood with his father and yours. “soon you’ll be wed and then crowned high lord.” he smiled , he didn’t mind that his life was planned out for him , sure the idea of having his wife picked out for him wasn’t ideal , giving that he didn’t necessarily care for his new wife , but he cared about being high lord more. “treat my daughter right , she’s still my little princess.” he wanted to snicker , more like devil in disguise. “i will sir.” he gave your father a firm handshake.

“the rest of your belongings will be brought tomorrow , lilly brought over a few things weeks ago in preparation.” you really should keep an eye out for that fairy. “of course she did.” your mother kissed your cheek , your father pulling you into a hug. “we’ll be going now.” you waved them off , they waved back leaving in the carriage you had arrived in , this time without you.

you waited for his family to leave , the doors shutting , you turned walking away. “where are you going?” seungmin followed behind you. “to bed , i can’t stand to look at you anymore.” you smirked to yourself , making your way to the main bedroom , only to be pushed by the jerk who was your fiancé. “what are you doing you asshole?” you barked. “that’s where i sleep , there are many other rooms , go find one.” You scoffed. “fuck you , you go find another room.”

this lead to you both pushing each other , slinging insults at each other until you got to the room , you quickly laid starfish on the bed. “what a classy fairy.” he scoffed , “move.” you didn’t budge. “no , fuck off , you go find another room.” he rolled his eyes easily pushing your body off the bed on to the floor , sitting down. “you can’t beat me.”

you stubbornly sat on the other side , folding your arms. “sit there then , you brat.” he got up. “but i won’t leave , this is my castle.” you scoffed. “it’s just as mines as it is yours.” you said. “oh really , i’m the high lord , you’re just supposed to stand there and look pretty.” that set you off. “you know what you sleep here.” you threw a pillow at him. “i’ll sleep out in the fields before i even sleep in this castle.” he scoffed. “that’s fine , hopefully you’re eaten.”

you stopped turning around. “that’s why everyone hates you , you’re such a egotistical jerk , and everyone would rather die than be around you.” you spat , he stood up off the bed. “shit the fuck up.” he said but you kept going. “the only person you have is juhan and that’s probably because he has no choice , you are such a miserable fae- hmph!” your voice was cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat. “you just keep running your mouth , i said shut up.”

his eyes were dark , his voice sending shockwaves in between your legs. “you been nothing but a fucking brat all night , didn’t i tell you to behave earlier?” he squeezed tighter , you gasped. “l-let me go.” you stuttered , he smirked. “why is it turning you on?” you scoffed , pushing him , but he didn’t budge. “you wish.” you said , but you were bluffing , and he could tell – letting you go , you gasped for air , glaring at him. “fucking asshole.”

“take your dress off.” he ordered. “fuck you , no.” he stared down at you , you were dripping now , panties soaked. “take it off , or i’ll burn it off.” couldn’t tell if he was joking or not , and you kinda wanted to find out , but deciding not to , you slowly undid the side zipper of the dress , letting it fall to the floor.

his eyes fixed on your body , you tried to shy away , but he grabbed your arm , pushing you down to your knees. “gotta train you little fairy.” he undid the button to his burnt orange slacks , letting them fall to the floor. “train you to be a good little fairy and not a brat.” he pulled his cock out , red tip dripping with pre-cum , slapping it on your face. “open your mouth.” he pressed his tip against your lips , you parted your lips slightly and he pushed himself inside.

he groaned , grabbing your hair , guiding you up and down on his cock. “suck my cock right.” the faerie pushed you head down fully on his cock. “fu-fuck!” he groaned , as you bobbed your head , hollowing cheeks sucking. “you’re not that bad , must be used to sucking cocks.” you rolled your eyes. “do-do that again and see what happens.” he growled. “sh-shit , keep sucking.”

he grabbed your head , keeping it still as he moved his hips , messily fucking your throat , gagging and gurgling on his cock making him smirk. “there you go , take my cock down your throat.” he groaned. “making such a mess on my cock , what a nasty faerie.” he held your head against his pubic bone. “fuck!” he pulled your head away , you gasped and coughed. “get it together i’m not done.”

he grabbed your arm , pulling you up , pushing you down on the huge bed , face down ass up. “look at that pussy , all wet.” he slapped your ass. “you’re supposed to hate me so much , but here you are , dripping just from sucking my cock.” he yanked your underwear down. “you’ve probably been wet since earlier on dance floor.” you yelp as he slapped your ass. “fucking answer me.” he said. “yes , fuck!” he chuckled. “fucking slut , is that what you wanted this entire time.” he got on the bed behind you , rubbing his cock against your folds. “for me to fuck you.” he pushed his tip in. “treat you like a slut.” he slammed inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed , he held your waist fucking into your cunt.

“sh-shit such a tight cunt.” he grunted. “claiming you hate me , but here you are clenching around my cock like a slut.” he slapped your ass. “is that all you wanted? Hmm , to be my little cock drunk faerie?” you nodded , he grabbed the back of your neck. “answer me slut.” you nodded , feeling your orgasm approaching. “ye-yes fuck , please i’m gonna cum.” you moaned. “hold it.” he slapped your ass. “c-c-can’t.” his thrust began to become unsteady , his balls hitting your clit urging your orgasm. “ngh fuck , cum now.” on his command you came , he pulled out of you painting your back with his warm cum.

he didn’t say anything , getting up walking into gigantic bathroom , you heard water running , then turning off. he returned back with a cloth , wiping you off. you watched him , his touch was much softer , he looked deep in thought as he cleaned you up. “the maids left this out for you , put this on.” he handed you a night gown , turning away from you , like he didn’t just see you naked while you got dressed.

he quietly helped you into bed , getting up about to leave. “where are you going?” you questioned. “you don’t want me in here , i won’t disrespect you anymore , i’ll leave you be.” he was about to make his way out when you stopped him. “come back to bed.” you said , he turned to you confused. “don’t make me say it.” you furrowed your eyebrows , folding your arms stubbornly. “say what?” he sat back down on the bed. you turned your head , but he grabbed your jaw , forcing you to look at him. “say what.” you whined. “i’m sorry.” he smirked letting your face go. “i guess i did go too far this time , it’s just that you sometimes make me so upset.” you said. “that’s only because you insult me first.” he said. “only because you’re rude to me , you’ve always been rude to me , ever since we were kids.”

“are you still on about from when we were five (y/n) , i was five , i didn’t know any better , i only treated you like this because you acted like you hated me.” he said , you pouted. “well now i just feel stupid.” you said. “that’s because you are stupid.” he said flicking your forehead. “come here.” he pulled you close to him. “you want me to apologize for what i did as a kid , will that make you feel better?” he squeezed you. “we’ll be married soon , and i don’t want this to be a problem anymore.” you nodded. “yes , yes i do.” he hummed , kissing your neck.

“i’m sorry.” his hand came up to your thigh , slowly creeping up to your night gown. “s-seungmin.” you moaned. “i’m so sorry for pushing down and hurting your feelings all those years ago.” he cupped your heat. “i’m gonna make it up to you okay.” he rubbed your folds.

“let me make it up to you.”

©️LUVYENI

[misunhye]

THE KANG-AHN FAMILY TREE

as of january 23, 2024

LEFT TO RIGHT Kang Misun, Kang Sumin, Ahn Jaesun, Ahn Jiho, Ahn Jaesuk, Kim Moonsun, Kang Wonhae, and Shin Yejin.

tw grooming, infidelity, power imbalance, illegal relationship, age gap, brief mention of miscarriage

In 1992, Kang Sumin was a freshly debuted idol when she met Ahn Jaesun. She was sixteen and he was twenty-three. He was one of YG’s music producers. In 1994, she was eighteen and pregnant with Ahn Jaesun’s first child. Shortly after, her pregnancy was announced and netizens were appalled that she was unwed and a teen mother.

This did not deter her. She wanted to continue her career as an idol, and she wouldn’t stop until she was able to. She went to far as to sending her newborn son, Ahn Jiho, to Texas with her parents. When YG dismissed her, putting her on an indefinite hiatus, she went back to Jaesun, leaving Jiho in Texas.

Sumin’s second son, Ahn Jaesuk, was born in 1997, and he, too, was sent to Texas.

Two years after Jaesuk’s birth in 1999, it was announced she’d be making a comeback. In a drunken high, she had an affair with one of her backup dancers.

One year later in 2000, she gave birth to her first daughter and final child, Kang Sunhye.

In 2009, it was widely accused across South Korea that Sumin’s daughter was the result of her affair and that her biological father being one of Sumin’s backup dancers. Anything she had left of a career was killed. Sumin and Jaesun battled in court over custody over their children, Jaesun even having Sunhye take a DNA test. The media was right, Sumin had an affair and it resulted in Sunhye. The court would rule in Sumin’s favor, saying a child should never be without their mother.

In 2011, Sumin and Jaesun divorced and their three children lived with Sumin, having visits to Jaesun ever so often until they all turned nineteen.

It is noted that Sumin and her children, especially her daughter, do not have the best relationship.

The rest of Sumin’s future is incomplete.

BIRTH NAME Kang Sumin

BIRTHDAY November 29, 1976

OCCUPATION Idol formerly Unemployed currently

FACECLAIM Yunjin Kim

Ahn Jaesun married eighteen-year-old pregnant Kang Sumin when he was twenty-five. As he worked at YG as one of their music producers, he met sweet Kang Sumin when she debuted. While he was overjoyed at their children’s birth, he noticed she wasn’t. He wanted their children to live with them, but her word was final.

Jaesun filed for divorce in 2009 and fought for custody over all three of his children— DNA be damned. The cases took two years to come to a ruling. When the court ruled in Sumin’s favor in 2011, giving him only a few visits per year, he was devastated and dived headfirst into his work. This in turn slightly damaged his relationships with his children but constantly tries to make up for it ever since 2019.

He is one of YG’s best producers, his most prominent works being for 2NE1, Big Bang, and Epik High. When his sons individually turned nineteen, they lived with him until they got settled on their feet. Misun was an idol by the time she turned nineteen.

In October 2019, he met model and crowned Miss Korea 2015 Shin Yejin, who was twenty-seven at the time. A month later in November, they were dating. They have been dating ever since, and many question when he will propose to her.

It is noted that even though he is constantly trying to be a better father, his children and him have a strained relationship.

The rest of Jaesun’s future is incomplete.

BIRTH NAME Ahn Jaesun

BIRTHDAY March 7, 1969

OCCUPATION Music producer currently

FACECLAIM Choi Wonyoung

Ahn Jiho is an actor and got his popularity from Reply 1988 in 2015. As a child, it was very obvious to him that he was the odd man out in the family. He was the only one to not go into music, his name wasn’t close to either of his parents’ like Sunhye and Jaesuk’s were. He felt rather ignored in the family, and that’s what he was. His father loved him, but he loved work and Sumin more.

Jiho was closed off from his siblings, preferring to be in his room alone. If he had the choice of riding home in the car with his family or walking home in the rain, he’d choose walking in the rain. He had a warped impression of them, thinking they thought he was strange for not liking the same things they all did.

Jiho was always interested in film and literature, finding the universes people could create fascinating. He found that while he couldn’t write a story for anything, he was rather strangely good at lying. The thought unsettled him, but he was determined to be apart of people’s versions of their favorite character. He put the lying to use, being in theater in school and begging his grandparents to put him in acting classes.

When his mother’s affair was revealed, he was relieved but then distraught. His mother had made a mistake, she wasn’t one of them. But Misun wasn’t one of them, either— not completely, anyway. Yet she also was one of them. And he wasn’t.

His first major acting role was in Reply 1988 as Jang Minki. His popularity and fans quickly grew, earning him more offered roles. He has won Best New Actor and Best Supporting Actor for his role in Reply 1988.

He has since starred in notable shows like While You Were Sleeping, Squid Games, Sweet Home, and recently known for his role as the main male lead in My Demon. He is currently filming for the American horror movie, The Name Game.

It is noted that Jiho is not as close to Misun as Jaesuk is, but he’s also not close to Jaesuk. Jiho thinks of himself as the black sheep in the family and avoids them.

BIRTH NAME Ahn Jiho

BIRTHDAY September 2, 1995

OCCUPATION Actor currently

FACECLAIM Yoon Dowoon

Ahn Jaesuk is a songwriter and has most likely taken part in writing the lyrics to your favorite song. He has notable achievements for both Korean and American music, such as multiple SHINee and The Weeknd and Harry Styles songs.

As the middle child, he’s always tried to maintain a balance with his siblings and parents and grandparents. He hated conflict, and always tried to avoid it. He tried protecting Misun as best as he could, until he could no longer bare Misun hurt at the hands of Sumin. He was rather relieved when Sumin’s affair was revealed and their parents were divorced, but never once thought differently of Misun.

Long before their divorce, he was twelve when he realized his parents weren’t the parents you see in movies. He was hurt, and angry, but soon that turned into emptiness. It was more of an expectation than anything. He felt nothing when they divorced.

Jaesuk started his career in 2018 with his father at YG Entertainment, his relationship to his father being a helping hand. He has since wrote songs for BLACKPINK, Big Bang, Winner, and TREASURE. He has also wrote songs for other groups such as SHINee, NCT, aespa, TXT, IVE, and more.

It is noted that Jaesuk and Misun are the closest within the family, as their other family are all estranged to one another.

BIRTH NAME Ahn Jaesuk

BIRTHDAY April 9, 1997

OCCUPATION Songwriter currently

FACECLAIM Yoo Taeyang

Kim Sunhee, better known as Moonsun, is a retired South Korean soprano opera actress. When she was twenty-one, she met Kang Wonhae and would later marry him in 1973. Three years later, after multiple attempts to have a child and having two miscarriages, she had her daughter, Sumin.

After having not slept for six days with various attempts to hurt herself or Sumin with Wonhae stopping her, she checked herself into a mental hospital where she was soon diagnosed with postpartum depression. She went on a three year hiatus with her career in order to get better and take care of her daughter. However, as she got back into her career, her relationship with her daughter worsened as she was always busy.

Sunhee is part of the reason Sumin was able to debut and have a comeback after her hiatus, as she knows ‘important people’. She was disappointed when she got pregnant the first time, swearing to cut her off but never did. She never understood why Sumin kept doing it to herself.

It feels like Sumin’s children are more of her own, especially considering she was the one who raised them. She has a strange, polite relationship with Jiho, a relationship where she knows she can trust Jaesuk, and Misun is the baby of the family. She’s much more coddled than the other two as she’s the youngest and only girl.

Besides a three year long hiatus, Sunhee is well known to older citizens for her voice and variety personality.

It is noted that Sunhee and Misun had a good relationship, but lately Misun’s backed away due to some realizations.

BIRTH NAME Kim Sunhee

BIRTHDAY November 1, 1950

OCCUPATION Opera Singer formerly

FACECLAIM Nam Giae

Kang Wonhae is a retired piano and music teacher. He met Kim Sunhee while teaching her youngest sister how to play the piano, and they would soon marry and have a daughter, Sumin.

Wonhae was disappointed Sumin had a child early, but he was the reason Sunhee never kicked her out or cut her off financially. He was the one who took care of his grandchildren first, he was the second person to hold Misun. He was polite with Ahn Jaesun, took him in like a son.

Wonhae always tried to involve Jiho, but he would always refuse. He’d always calm Sunhee down when she got too angry, but sometimes things were so damning, he’d lose his mind. Wonhae willingly took Jaesuk to his ball games, and was always there for each one. He encouraged Misun to audition for entertainment companies.

In 2002, he would retire early from his job as a teacher to focus taking care of his grandchildren. When they would move in with their mother after the divorce, he would soon pick up piano again and play the piano for their church.

It is noted that there is no dislike between Wonhae and Misun. She knows he is there for her.

BIRTH NAME Kang Wonhae

BIRTHDAY July 19, 1950

OCCUPATION Piano teacher formerly Music teacher formerly

FACECLAIM Kim Sunhee

Shin Yejin is a model and was crowned Miss Korea 2015. In 2019, she was twenty-seven when she met fifty-year-old Ahn Jaesun. He would ask her out and by the next month, they were dating.

Not much is known about Shin Yejin. She has been on the cover of Vogue Korea, W Korea, and more. She was one of the female love interest in Big Bang’s Let’s Not Fall In Love music video.

It is noted that Misun and Yejin don’t have much of a relationship, due to her busy schedule. Yejin tries to have a relationship, though.

BIRTH NAME Shin Yejin

BIRTHDAY February 26, 1992

OCCUPATION Model currently

FACECLAIM Jo Jihyun

[thotsofintrusion]

i’d love to read more of your epex work!!! what do you think the boys’ favorite dates consist of?

oooo i love this concept

ps. sorry this took so long i have no excuse

🔥kwak dawit: museum date

sweet boy wants to hold your hand and walk through the museum

wants to watch you look amazed at the art and exhibits

thinks you’re so beautiful

just wants to stare forever

🎸keum donghyun: dinner date

wants to spoil you with lavish fancy meals

orders the best wines

loves seeing you all dressed up

makes it weekly when they’re not busy

🌻suh kyungmin: picnic

loves the fresh air

gets super excited with you when you see dogs

loves feeding you and holding you and watching you freak out when the wind messes up your hair

his favorite part is napping under a tree with you when you’re good and full

🐣cho minwoo: shopping

he loves spoiling you with things

watching you try on different outfits and do fashion shows is everything to him

takes you for crappy food court food as a treat

really enjoys going into random stores and messing around

🍜kim hyunwoo: arcade date

beats you at all the games or at least that’s what he tells himself

collects so many tickets

then buys the most expensive thing he can for you

takes you for ice cream after

🫧kwon yejun: aquarium

you’d think he’d want to watch you get excited over the fishies

but no

it’s him getting excited over the fishies

he bounces from tank to tank with the biggest smile on his face

best day of his life

❄️seo yewang: home cooked dinner

just wants to stay in

cooks you your favorite meals and desserts

puts on your favorite movies

just wants to cuddle on the couch forever

🎮lee jeho: playdate coffee date

enjoys the cozy atmosphere of coffee shops

might even take you to a cat cafe if you’re lucky

you’re always lucky

may give the cats all of his attention tho so maybe not so lucky

who cares tho he’s cute

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

12 Steps of Christmas - Chapter 4/12

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator hgiel.

*Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Moon Hee joon, Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), An Seung Ho (Tony), Lee Jaewon, Jang Woohyuk, Kim Jong Il, Jong Min, Vanness Wu

Summary:

The 12 hours of an H.O.T Christmas.

Chapter 4 - 6:00AM-7:00AM:

Time: 6:06AM Location: Sejong Street

Jae Won walks aimlessly until someone yelling stops him.

“You there!” A man calls from over head. “Stop!”

Jae Won looks up to see a man leaning out of his window.

“Ya?” Jae Won calls back.

“I say, what day is it?”

“It’s...uh...Christmas.” Jae Won answers.

“Christmas?! Oh, goodness me.” Says the man, clutching his heart. “I’ve been given a second chance...Boy! I want you to go and buy a turkey, then bring it to a home for me. Tell them it’s from Ebenezer Kim!”

“......Kay.”

Time: 6:18AM Location: Hee Jun’s house Sub-Location: Hee Jun’s dream

Hee Jun lays on his back, legs pressed up against his sides while his feet are in stirrups.

“That’s it Hee Jun, push.” Urges the doctor with his head between Hee Jun’s thighs. “It’s crowning!”

The nurse bends down to help the doctor catch the ‘baby’ and hands it to Hee Jun. It’s a quarter pounder with cheese.

“It’s beautiful!” Hee Jun cries, clutching it to his chest. “I’ll name him Lunch.”

“Here comes the after birth.” The doctor announces.

“It’s french fries!” The nurse says, catching it.

Time 6:43AM Location: Military Base

Woo Hyuk runs from tree to tree, keeping cover. Whenever anyone would comes into view, he blasts them with his paint ball gun.

Snow starts to fall, making visibility a bit harder, but Woo Hyuk goes with it. If he couldn’t see clearly, he shot randomly, just in case.

Time: 7:01 AM Location: Military Base

Tony runs as if his ass was on fire, trying to avoid getting shot.

Time: 7:19AM Location: Kang Ta’s house

Kang Ta seats himself in front of his vanity and lines his make up in a single file line.

Looking at his age spots, he leans over and grabs for the foundation.

Time: 7:28AM Location: Military Base

Woo Hyuk runs some face less bed wetting solder down, holds his gun to the young man’s temple, and blows paint all over his head.

Time: 7:34AM Location: Military Base

Tony finds a cave, and throws himself inside.

Time: 7:37AM Location: Some women’s house

Jae Won sets his turkey down at his feet so he can knock on the door. Within moments, the door opens and he is face to face with a middle aged women.

“Who are you?” She asks, eyeing him.

“Hello Ma’am. Ebenezer Kim sent me to bring you this turkey.” Jae Won says, gesturing to the turkey at his feet.

The women has no reaction and Jae Won begins to wonder if he has the wrong house...suddenly, though, she begins screaming.

“Tell that son of a bitch that he owes me in child support for the last five fucking months! You think some God damned turkey is going to make up for this shit?!”

“Ma’am, I don’t really know him,” Jae Won says to calm her, but she isn’t listening.

“I’M NOT DONE TALKING YOU LITTLE LACKY FUCK!” She screams

Time: 7:53AM Location: That women’s house still

“And tell him if he want’s to see his fucking kids again, he can take me to court, because I’m not dropping them off at his skanky bitch ass girlfriend’s house anymore!” She screams, throwing anything handy at Jae Won.

[whatisonthemoon]

Bo Hi Pak - Did you join the Unification Church in February 1957 or February 1958?

From Bo Hi Pak’s “The Truth is My Sword Vol. 11″:

Before I met Professor Young Oon Kim in 1957, I had been a Christian for five years. But I must confess that even after I converted to Christianity, my heart was still empty and my religious fervor was not ignited. There were so many questions in the Bible which no minister was able to answer for me, such as: What is the meaning of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil? How could man’s eating of a fruit become a hereditary sin? Is Christ God or man? When would Christ return? And a thousand others.

One day in the cold month of February, Prof. Kim, working in the same military compound as I, wrote to me about a “new truth” which would answer all the questions that I had. She didn’t mention Father’s name; she didn’t even mention the Church’s name. She simply invited me to come one night to hear about this great truth. I was in such a thirsty condition for truth that I immediately accepted. I listened to the Divine Principle lectures for two nights. At that time, I didn’t even know that it was Divine Principle. But the important thing was that I learned more in two nights about the Bible than ever before and all my deeply held questions were answered. It was liberation and a joy. This was a powerful truth. I had absolutely no hesitation to say to Prof. Kim that, “I have found the truth. Please bring me to your leader. I want to become a teacher of this truth. I want to learn more.”

Dr. Young Oon Kim introduced me to Father two days later in a humble church where there were no chairs, and no stove in winter. But I was moved by the fervent devotion of the members. I automatically became a member without even questioning whether I should join or not. No such question ever came to me. I was only thankful to God that he had led me to the truth; my search was over. Now only the job was ahead of us. I thanked God a million times.

In ‘The Truth is my Sword,’ Pak claims he met Kim in February 1957, after she wrote to him about a “new truth.” He joined the Unification Church soon after. He also said that in 1957, when he joined the Unification Church, his wife and him had been "completely one." In a speech in this book, Pak said, “I came and mingled with the early pioneering church members in 1957.”

The 1957 date was cited in court by Pak in 2011 (Hyun Jin v. Bo Hi Pak).

And yet in ‘Messiah’, another testimonial memoir, Pak says that he joined in February 1958. 

From Bo Hi Pak's "Messiah: My Testimony to Rev. Sun Myung Moon":

Then, one day, a letter was delivered to me. The sender was someone with whom I was not directly acquainted, a Miss Young Oon Kim who worked as a secretary in the KMAG chaplain’s office, which was located in the same compound where I worked. The letter’s contents were quite short, saying only, “There is a place where they discuss matters that are important to human life. Would you like to go there with me sometime?”

I telephoned Miss Kim at her desk in the chaplain’s office and told her that I was willing to go with her to this place sometime when it would not interfere with my official duties. I checked General Matthews’ calendar and made an appointment to accompany Miss Kim in the evening two days later. It was my hope that this invitation would lead me further on the pathway to the truth.

At the appointed time, I went to the place where Miss Kim had asked me to meet her, a shop in the middle of Seoul named Tonghwa Dang. It specialized in herbal medicines used in traditional Korean healing practices.

Pak then went on to explain how Young Oon Kim gave him part 1 of the Divine Principle workshop, and they met again for part two. It was a few days after Kim’s lecture that Pak met Moon. 

The date was February 17, 1958—the day I first met Reverend Moon and the day I became a member of the Unification Church, known formally as the Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity.

Also revealed in this book was that it was on February 17, 1958, that he heard: "You have discovered the will that Heaven has set as its purpose to accomplish, so now you must dedicate your life to this." Though convinced of the authenticity of Young Oon Kim’s lectures, his meeting of Moon sealed the deal. He wrote, “This was the meaning that February 17, 1958, held for me. It was the birthday of my soul.”

During his testimony before U.S. Congress in 1978, Pak claimed, "I became a follower of Rev. Sun Myung Moon in 1958. Since then I have been a faithful disciple to him and a member of the Unification Church for over twenty years."

Surely these dates are important to Pak, as one’s date of joining the Unification Church (”the birthday of my soul”) is important to many believers. How could he get it wrong by a year? If it was by chance intentional, why?

In this text it is written that he received training at the U.S. Army Infantry School at Fort Benning, Georgia, future home of the School of the Americas, from 1956 to 1957. He also writes that soon after returning to Korea, in September 1957, he was invited into the staff of Maj. Gen. Willis S. Matthews, chief of the Korea Military Advisory Group.

According to Pak, from September ‘57 to ‘59, he worked as the Special Assistant to Chief of U.S. Military Advisory Group in Seoul.  

Though this mismatched timeline may seem like an innocent mistake, 1957-1958 was a huge year of development and growth for the Unification Church, and a pivotal time for Pak. If he had in fact joined the Unification Church in February 1957, a date he has often cited, including in court, he would have already been a member of the Unification Church by the time he was invited to work for KMAG. 

If he was mingling among church members in 1957, and joined in February that year, he would have joined the Unification Church while in the United States, which seems highly improbable, or during a brief trip back to Korea. But this is not the story Pak tells. 

Where was Pak throughout 1956-1957, and when did he actually join? Why would these dates be obscured?

Related articles listed below

1964-1965: Young Oon Kim’s Missing Year

The Unification Church and KCIA: Some Notes on Bud Han, Steve Kim, and Bo Hi Pak

On Young Oon Kim’s Relationship to Butterwick

Robert Parry’s investigations into Sun Myung Moon

“The Moonies: Government Files Trace Church from Sex Cult to Korean CIA”
 Chicago Tribune, Monday, March 27, 1978

Young Oon Kim and Bo Hi Pak were both employed by the Korean Military Advisory Group (KMAG)

On the UC links to intelligence - excerpted from “Cults, Anti-Cults, and the Cult of Intelligence” by Daniel Brandt, in the Alternative Press Review (Fall 1994)

[dewofdecember]

Prologue: 봄 (Spring)

[ ??'s POV ]

It was spring when we first met;

Though it wasn't my first time seeing her, she was just too nonchalant for a four-year-old.

"Ya!" 

This was the first time she called me, I would be lying if I said her high-pitched voice full of arrogance was not infuriating but my father told me that I shouldn't argue with the girl child of a noble. 

I was also a noble child and she didn't seem to be older than me, but I wasn't as important as her. Of course, I did not think all this as a child, it was the fact that I was with my two-year-old cousin that I just decided to ignore her and continue playing.

"Ya!! Didn't you hear me!?" I heard her once again behind my back.

"Dowoo-ya~ Let's play somewhere else," I told my cousin taking him under a near cherry blossom tree.

I can still reminisce the sweet, lilac-like rosy scent of the cherry blossoms, the delicious smell of rice candies she was eating, and her shiny silk lavender skirt. 

"Yaaa!!~ I'm speaking to you!" 

Dowoo sat down with me and started playing with the petals that had fallen underneath the tree.

"Ya! Kim Dowoo!!" I saw her rushing with anger toward me.

"What?" I stood up against her, even then she was so little. 

"Why do you keep running when I am talking to you?!"

"Why do you keep shouting?!"

"That's my choice! You don't get to shout at me!! why are you shouting now?!" 

"Because that's my choice!" I replied and went back to sit with Dowoo again.

"KIM DOWOO!!" she shouted again.

"Why are you shouting at my brother?!"

"Isn't that your name?" She asked with her big wide deer-like eyes while raising her eyebrows.

"No, my-" 

"It doesn't matter, " She cut me in between; "I want that too!" She said pointing at the petals on the ground.

"Then, pick some yourself." 

"I am not allowed to pick something that is on the ground with my own hands, so pick some for me and give me." I looked at her with disbelief, huh! as if she was a princess!

But then she looked at me in the eyes, closed her eyes tightly as if preparing herself for something scary, and said with all her strength,

"Please!"

All this for a simple word. 

I sighed and replied "Okay" 

But I had this key urge to disobey and annoy her, so I picked up a handful of the pink petals and showered them over her head.

"Woahhhhh~" Her eyes went wide open as if she has seen the most beautiful thing ever, and she started jumping happily going round and round while extending her arms to feel the soft petals on her tiny hands.

I still remember that moment clearly, the little girl smiling in front of me as if it was a portrait painted across the monotonous life of mine. I did not realize how precious she was, after all, I was also a child. 

She then looked at me and clapped with those tiny hands of her,

"You have made me so happy! I will ask Court Lady Choi to give you my favorite candies!"

C- court?!

And then I realized, she was a royal!

"Is he Dowoo?" She asked watching him curiously.

"Yes, he is Dowoo. He's my cousin from Joseon."

"Joseon?"

"Hmm, he is the crown prince of Joseon, he came here to Yoseon, to play with me!"

"Can I play with you too?" 

"N-"

"Princess Yi!"

"Oh! That is Court Lady Choi!"

"You- You are a-?!" I exclaimed and immediately fell to my knees bowing to her and keeping Dowoo close to me.

 I thought I would be flogged for my behavior with her! like the old man I saw last week!

The Court Lady rushed towards us, panting once she reached us, and started scolding Princess Yi while cleaning the petals from her clothes.

"Your mother is very ill and you are here playing, Princess! We've all been searching for you for an hour!" 

"Don't worry Aunt Choi, Mother will be completely fine! She promised me!" 

I was still keeping my head low while listening to them.

Lady Choi gasped and looked at me and then spoke to the Princess, "How many times have I told you not to call me Aunt?! I'm your servant, Your Highness." 

"No! You are my lovely aunt hehe." Princess Yi chuckled cutely while playing with her skirt.

Lady Choi looked at me embarrassingly and started dragging the Princess with her. I then stood up cleaning my clothes and Dowoo's.

"Aunt Choi, wait." She turned towards me and shouted at me,

" Ya! Let's meet again tomorrow! Bye!"

I just bowed and watched her go.

She didn't come the next day, I thought I won't care but I kept waiting for her.

The next day...

The next day...

And the next day...

Father even asked me why do I go to the same place every day.

But again, she didn't come.

A whole month passed away but she never came. Dowoo also returned to Joseon and I decided that I will just give up. 

But the next morning, I thought about waiting for one more day! Just one more! What if she came? I do not even have any friends, maybe I can play with her! And so I also brought some candies with me to pass the time...

This was my last, I was left with just one more rice candy.

"Let's just eat this and go home." I looked down and whispered to myself.

"YAAA!!!"

"AHHH!!"

"Why do you always shout?!"

It was her.

"Aunt Choi banned me from candies, so I brought you these!" She said handing me a bouquet.

 I bowed to her and said, "Thank you, Princess."

"Y/N"

"Hm?"

"My name, it's Y/N."

"But I can't call you by your name, Princess."

"I know." She said and evil laughed mocking me.

"By the way, My name is-"

"I don't wanna know."

"Oh..kay, want candy?" 

"YES!!"

This was the start of our friendship.

The start of my love. 

~

Months passed like this, we would meet every day, she would bring candies for me, and I would bring the toys, she will stay with me for a couple of hours until Lady Choi will come to take her back.

One day while playing Jegichagi I asked her, " Why do you never bring your toys?"

"Big mother does not like me playing with toys, she says that I should study hard and learn to fight." She replied while pouting looking down and kicking her legs.

"Okay, then I'll bring all the toys I can find in the market for us to play!" 

"Really?!" Her head shot up with excitement.

Every year Dowoo would visit us in the winter and I would invite Yi to our house.

Father was very conscious about inviting her but seems like Dowoo enjoyed playing with her too much that he would throw tantrums when she couldn't come.

"Dowoo-ya~ Noona came to see you!" I heard her coming in with loads of candies.

"Noonim!!" 4 year-old Dowoo ran to hug her!

 Apparently, she allowed Dowoo to call her elder sister (noonim) despite her royal title. Now I think it wasn't her arrogance but she just liked to mock me as much as I did.

"Princess Yi" I greeted her bowing. She enjoyed this too much, even after two years of our friendship.

~

It was when it was her 6th birthday that I received a letter from the palace.

"Ya!

You asked earlier what I want for my birthday, right?

I want to spend this New Year with you. 

I want to see the lanterns by the river.

This is an order!

- Your Highness Yi"

"Your Highness" I scoffed, she still enjoys this too much.

Since then, we always spent the New Year together.

 My father liked it too, he was able to meet and make connections with a lot of people from the palace because of our friendship. He was even gifted tons of gold for "taking care" of the Princess. Little did I know, it wasn't for taking care of her.

A story about her tenth birthday!, we were returning home from the market because she wanted to eat GukBap. She says people in the palace don't eat rice already put in the soup.

She was walking swaying happily while tying the norigae she bought.

Just then a child of a peasant came running and snatched the norigae and her purse from her hands and started running away.

I was trying to process the whole situation, when she started running behind that kid and I started running behind her. 

We ran for about 10 minutes and were not in the market anymore.

"Aish!! We lost him!!" She frowned.

"Princess, we should go back." I tried to calm her down while catching my breath.

"Go back?! That pathetic boy of a filthy peasant just stole my goods!!"

Pathetic? Filthy? Is this how she sees them? 

"Princess, it's okay, he's a poor kid, you have so much wealth already, just leave it to be."

"It's okay?! I would have forgiven him if it was a girl child but that son of a beggared father dared to disrespect a superior woman." 

Sigh, Royal Blood, they are all the same.

I was surprised, that was the first time I realized that she has changed, grown apart, she was one of them. 

Her face reflected pure hatred when she continued, "There he is!" and started chasing that kid again.

I followed her, I wanted to keep her safe.

That day when I ran across those muddy roads behind her, I was very confused, why was I following her? Why my first thought when she ran was to protect her? Why did I feel as if I had lost something when I saw the change in her eyes?

That was the first time I realized that I have developed some sort of feelings for her, it wasn't that of a friend and it wasn't that of a brother. I did not know what was it, but one thing that I knew was that I needed this person in my life. 

She made my life feel like the most beautiful melody of gayageum when it was just the crackling of the dry leaves under my feet.

I gained attention when she suddenly stopped running. There was a group of ten grown-up men in front of her. The kid went to one of those men and submitted what he has stolen. 

"You think you can win over us kids?" One man laughed mocking us.

"I am warning you if you don't want your head cut or your skin ripped apart, give me my goods and leave." She spoke in a very stern voice.

What was she even thinking?! It wasn't some peasants but a group of bandits!

"Prin- ugh Let's get out of here" I tried to whisper to her, but she was ignorant of my whole existence!

"Ya! Run!" She suddenly called me out and started running in the opposite direction of the men.

I knew it!

I ran fast while trying to match my pace with her, "Hey!! let's go together!" 

I finally caught up with her and looked towards her, "What did you think you were doing back there?!" 

"Go get that horse!" She said ignoring me while pointing towards a horse that was tied in the distance.

"I -"

"Go!!"

"I don't know how to ride a horse!"

"What?!" She looked at me surprised, sighed, and ran faster towards the horse.

I was in awe as I saw her getting on somebody else's horse in one try, she rushed towards me with the horse, looked down, and reached out her hands,

"Get on."

"What?"

"Get on, scaredy!"

"No, I don't-"

And then she just tried to pull me up forcefully, "Okay...okay"

I sighed and got on the horse behind her, she looks tiny but that pull was hella strong! Phew!

I was about to calm down but then I realized that she started riding towards the bandits.

"Prin- aish!! What are you doing?"

"SHUT UP." and I did holding her for my life.

She rushed into the bandits with the horse which led to some of them falling onto eachother. She took the chance and snatched her norigae and purse, and started going back immediately before they could react to any of the commotion but soon two of their men started following us with their horses.

"Just so you know they are following us!" I tried to tell in the most pleasant voice of mine.

"Just so you know they can never chase me." She replied, and damn...

 She was right because within the next twenty minutes after she rode through the busy streets of the capital startling everyone, I opened my eyes and we were by the river and there was no one behind us.

"Get down, or do you need help with that too?" I looked down at her and realized I was holding onto the horse.

Once I got down, we both started at each other and started laughing.

She stopped laughing and asked me,

"Didn't your father teach you how to ride a horse yet?"

"No."

"Why?! As a Nobel, you should at least know how to get on it by now." She chuckled mockingly.

I walked passed her and sat by the river bank, she came and joined me.

I looked up at the night sky and then looked at the river.

" I was born out of wedlock, Father is just keeping me, I will probably be kicked out of the house by my stepmother and disowned once I am of adult age." I laughed a little toward the end to hide my pathetic truth.

"It's okay if they disown you just come and work at the Princess Palace."

I laughed again, "You'll be the queen by then." I reminded her. 

"No, not me."

"Huh?"

"My sister will be."

"You have a sister?"

"Forget about that! I will teach you how to ride a horse!" She looked at me hopeful for me to accept the offer.

"Hmm, if I can look as cool as you did on the horse, then okay!"

She scoffed and continued, "Not as cool as me, but the coolest out of the men in Yoseon."

And did my heart flutter a bit? Yes.

She taught me how to ride a horse, and taught me how to fight too. Something I never thought I will be able to learn, by the next two years, I was exceptionally good at it among the other kids of my age, but I decided to keep it a secret from my family.

Dowoo who was now a ten year old was very fascinated and did find me very cool now.

I also grew up and understood my feelings toward the Princess, more like I understood what to call it, Love.

I wondered if she ever felt the same if she ever thought of me as more than just a friend. No one befriended me because of my biological mother, so I had left nothing but to daydream about her until I see her again.

It did feel like we were growing apart sometimes. The Princess Yi who I used to know as a sweet, loud, and a very curious person was now a rather quiet and a person full of mysteries. 

It was the New Year after her thirteenth birthday and again we were just strolling around the streets for the lantern festival.

We stopped by the bridge and she called me, She was gazing at the lanterns.

"Yes, Princess?" 

"Y/N"

"Hm?"

"My name, it's Y/N."

"Yes, but I can't call you by your name, Princess."

"I know, " She turned towards me and continued, "But I want you to call me by my name."

"Princess" I was hesitant to ask why, maybe because her desperate eyes spoke louder than her words.

"Y/N, it's Y/N for you."

"As your wish, " I bowed in my response to obey her request, "Y/N"

I remember when I asked her some years ago, "Don't you wanna know my name?"

"You are just an insignificant citizen and your name doesn't matter too, so no I don't." She replied

I asked her the same question some weeks ago, "Why don't you ever ask my name?"

She looked at me in the eyes and replied, "Because the moment I'll know your name, you'll be killed."

I was pulled out of my thoughts when;

"Do you understand what this means?" She asked me while picking up a lantern and writing something on it,

"No, Princess."

She looked at me with infuriating eyes.

"No, Y/N." I repeated.

"My birth did give me a heavy title, and that title is too heavy to bear with yet too weak to bear something so fragile as love."

It was the start of our love.

Our love was pure and innocent. Our love was a breezy afternoon under the cherry blossom. Our love was riding horses across the fields of lavender. Our love was playing in the snow after a warm hug. Our love was too young to be understood by lovers. Our love was too fragile to be painted by the painters. Our love was my savior. 

I spent the most beautiful years of my life with her. 

It was winter when we last met,

I was going to meet her with Dowoo who was here for the winters just like every year.

I had not expected her to call me today. It's her fourteenth birthday tomorrow and she told me earlier that she'll be busy at the palace. 

"Hyung-nim, Noonim!" Dowoo pointed to where she was standing.

She was standing there in the Court Lady's uniform, she sneaked out again. I smiled waving at her not knowing that this would be the last time I'm seeing her.

She seemed to be lost, staring into the distance.

"Y/N ah~"

"Oh! Did you come?" She turned towards me.

"Hmm"

"Me too!" Dowoo smiled widely.

"Hmm, Nice to see you again Dowoo-ya~" She smiled at him.

Her smile, her smile so pretty but her eyes, her eyes so empty.

"Take this." She said to me.

I grabbed the knife and looked at her confused,

"Protect yourself when I am not here." She continued, "Dowoo~ya this for you. I made this myself."

It was a lavender bracelet.

"Thank you noonim" Dowoo bowed to her gratefully.

"Y/N ah, what does this mean?" I asked, a shiver going through my body which was unknown exactly why, maybe I was scared of hearing something that will break me down. 

"You will not get to see me again." Her soulless voice and empty eyes hooded by her eyelids were killing me.

"Noonim!" Dowoo exclaimed.

"W...why?" I barely composed myself.

But she just kept quiet. Her silence was banging against my heart and my head.

"Will we ever...?"

"No, never." 

I can still clearly hear her voice in my ears, "No, never."

I wanted to deny, defy it.

Dowoo just stood still and I could see tears filling up his eyes.

"You will not see me again." This time she held her head high, her doe eyes were sharp as a dragon and her voice sliced through my ears like a dagger.

She just kept looking at me, she loved me in that moment. She confessed with her eyes.

"I brought a gift for you, It's your birthday tomorrow." 

I reached under my durumagi (overcoat) and brought out the Binyeo I bought for her.

It was a lilac jade hairpin. She always liked this color.

I reached out for her hands and held her tiny hands in mine, 

"Here, wear this when you miss me."

This time her tear-filled eyes met mine.

"Y/N ah~" I brought her close to me and held her hands tightly.

" Meet me when the flowers bloom again, 

Let us meet when the spring comes again."

Yowang: Her Seven Consorts | bts x reader

❝the unheard legend of a queen and her seven consorts…❞ 𓂃 여왕

여왕 ❝ The Queen ❞

Consort: ❝A consort is a loyal partner who is married/ accompanying to a monarch.❞ 

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Disclaimer!!»» This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This fanfiction in no way represents or showcases any real events or person.

This fanfiction does NOT promote any kind of practices shown in the story.

This is totally A WORK OF AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION.

!! "Yoseon" is a fictional name of a place.

I hope you enjoy reading. <3

- author

[English is not my first language, still unedited. ]

[kikisfuneralservice]

LEE JINKI BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee jinki is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

blushes REALLY bad whenever you say cute things to him 

always loves mornings with you because he gets to hold you close in his arms and likes to trace little shapes in stars onto your back and call them your own little constellations 

loves buying you little gifts. you get a new little bracelet or pair of earrings every single damn day

he always INSISTS that lunch is on him, so you probably owe him a thousand dollars by now but you can’t fight him on that. 

just learns how to cook for you

he’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance so he takes you with him and it’s annoying in the moment but when you’re alone at night under the stars outside ballroom dancing with each other on the patio it rlly is all worth it 

he is always permanently stuck in the honeymoon phase no matter how far along your relationship is bc he always feels it in his stomach when u smile at him proudly across the room even if it’s just for some stupid little thing

holds you in his hands like you’re his mother’s vase that’s worth millions of dollars because he couldn’t live a day more if he ever hurt you

always takes initiative first. he just wants you to know that he can handle it and be able to protect you

might as well just slap a superman cape on him bc he’s gonna be your superman and swear on it

you buy him a superman shirt to solidify this idea and he wears it to bed every day

holds you tight at the end of the day and always is like “superman did it again!! he’s saved the day!” and tickles you bc you know he always does save the day

even on your worst days he’s there as close or far away as you want him to be from you. everything is always all your call

likes going in picnics under the willow trees because the view from the hill is always so beautiful and he wants you to experience it with him

also loves to read to you :(

is the bitch that says i love you on the top of the ferris wheel

he makes everything cheesy because he only wants you to be happy at your fullest

the both of you love to go window shopping together. ikea is usually to go-to bc jinki loves the food court and likes to go around holding ur hand and telling u that that’s where u guys are gonna live and this is the living room u guys will have

game nights

you guys have multiple board games and card games. you don’t even invite friends over- you just compete against each other

always takes the family path on the game of life

“my daughter fell out of the car… and you did too…”

rlly likes shopping for you for some odd reason he just likes making outfits for you

“this would look stunning on you y/n!!!!” the outfit: a turtleneck and cargo pants

“this would make me look like kim possible”

“yea but she's pretty! just like you!” ok jinki

doesn’t wanna buy all the extraneous outdoor xmas decorations so he takes you on a whirlwind tour though the neighborhood to look at other people’s houses and their decorations 

insists to pay for everything bc he is so in love with u

will also buy things you do not need whatsoever but purely bc you cannot live without this peach smelling shampoo

on a related note, he loves resting his head on the top of your head and kissing it

loves just treating u like a prince/princess he rlly does he is your prince your knight in shining armor 

SMUT:

the both of you take turns in taking control but it’s mostly you because he just loves seeing you on top of him

he’s always seen you as empowering and just the mere thought of your strength on him turns him on

does not prefer ass or tits more - he loves both equally. loves all parts of your body and will always let you know that

he kinda researches in secret bc he thinks he lacks compared to you, so he always wants to find new things to try

one time he ordered a vibrator from amazon (like any bitch does ofc) and was immediately confused when he opened it

put the batteries in and got startled when it started moving and dropped it on the floor

will need a minute, but he’ll get the hang of it. he just wants you to feel good 

he tells you that but you tell him the same thing back, and of course, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s always excited at the idea of you up against him

also takes everything relatively slow so he can savor each moment 

likes when u have a sweet drink before kissing him bc it tastes so much better on your lips

one time you mentioned that you wanted to try giving him a lap dance and he thought it was only in the movies

sat him down in a chair and let the kid go wild 

he’s hesitant but once you move his hands on your body and grind against him, he gets the hang of it

tries to hide his noises bc he’s embarrassed but u let him know it’s ok 

“idk but it’s embarrassing…”

and ur like fine 

and u just moan and cry for him until he understands that it’s ok and that well,, it’s hot

his heart rate is 10 light years ahead of him

u buy lingerie that you think he would like bc he’s always so clipped about what he wants from u at least sex-wise, but u know that he goes bazonkers when u put on a pretty outfit for him

you go and tell him u bought a new outfit and he’s excited bc he likes ur little fashion shows, but when u come out and ur wearing a see-through flimsy piece, his face goes tomato red

u love teasing him too: “jinki… do u like my outfit? i got it just for you…”

he doesn’t know what to say or do first bc he doesn’t know if he should be looking away or looking right at you

“aren’t you cold…?”

just wanna pleasure him for all that he’s done for u

gets easily overstimulated, so he’s very nervous, and often finishes quicker than he intends to, but he can never control himself around u

you feel a little bad for the poor kid, but seeing him lose himself in your arms over and over and over…

he often reaches his bursting point, so u try to calm him down a little in the moment, but he’s blabbering all over the place and leaking everywhereeeee……. soooooo

you get a rush out of being sneaky, so you bring him to the movies and try to pull some shit

“why are we seeing this movie it came out 4 months ago? i bet no one will be there.”

thats the point, darling!

“i’m gonna get red vines!” jinki wait hold on

he gets the red vines

“why arent you paying attention to the movie?”

is flabbergasted that you’re even doing this, but screw it, you’re in the back of an empty movie theater and he gets the bj of his life

asks you to “wear that outfit again”

he’s a creature of habit, and what works for him works for him

is nervous about exploring but it’s ok as long as he has you <3

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surprise!!! i wanted to make it up to you all for all your support that you’ve given me over the past few months when i was MIA, so i pulled some headcanons out of the drafts i had (which i have for each member hehe). i figured i’d pull something out before i completed my jjong os... thank you all again for your support, and if you enjoy, then feel free to like or reblog or turn on my notifs for more future content-- or follow me on my twitter!

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La Douleur Part 2

Kim Lip x M!Reader

WC: 7900 Words

Just Fluff

“Pencils down! Please place your exams at the front desk and dispose of scratch paper in the bin beside the trash can.”

“Aw fuck!”

“I had one problem left.”

“That was so fucking hard.”

You look down at the test in your hands. I hope that I did okay on it. A sigh leaves your lips as you get up from your seat and stand in line at the front of the lecture hall.

“How was it?” A hand pinches your arm, and you look over to your left to see Jung Eun. She’s wearing a striped sweater and black jeans. “I thought it wasn’t too bad. Just that question about the court decision about the uncertainty principle. That was confusing.”

“It wasn’t too bad.”

“What!” She snatches your test from your hand and looks over your answers beside hers. “How the hell did you get that?”

You raise your eyebrow and peer over her shoulder. “This one?” Your finger points towards the fifth question about the concentration of the solution. “You had to calculate the molar and then use the enthalpy, but you couldn’t assume it was in ideal conditions since the temperature was -25 C.”

“Aish.” She scratches her head and tosses her test into the pile with yours. While you walk out of the lecture hall, Jung Eun calculates her score on her fingers. “So there were ten questions, and I got partial on that one. I should still get an A on the test.”

“You’re gonna be fine. Professor Davis will curve the final anyway. He always has.” You take a pack of gum from your backpack and offer a stick to her. “Want one?”

“Thank you.” She takes the stick of gum from you and opens the silver wrapper, folding it into thirds with one hand while opening the door before she puts it in her mouth. “Mint again?”

“Yeah. Why?”

She shakes her head as she steps through the door. “Strawberry is so much better.”

You step outside of the Chemistry hall to a bright sunny day. The trees are a vibrant green, white flowers bloom along the side of the brick walkways, and students scream to celebrate the end of finals. “Any plans for today?”

“Me?” Her finger taps on her chin. “I thought we were going to eat something today, no?” She grabs your hand and walks down the steps alongside you. “Are you calling your mom?”

“Mm.” You nod as you bring the phone up to your ear. “Ma. What are you doing?” A smile forms on your lips when you hear the sink's sound turning off in the background.

“I just finished having lunch with your father.”

“Father!” You say before hearing some grumbling in the background from your father and a quick shuffling sound as he takes the phone from your mother.

“What did you want?” There’s a cute giggle from Jung Eun beside you as she brings her ear against the other side of the phone.

“Hello, Sir!” she laughs and snatches the phone away from your hand before running away just far enough that their conversation is inaudible. You stay a few paces behind them and watch as she laughs with the phone against her right ear and occasionally looks back to see how close you are.

Since you didn't plan on catching up with her anyway, you stay behind and admire the beautiful girl you've been fortunate enough to be friends with since childhood. Jung Eun looks stunning in her black jeans and striped knit sweater with a coat tied around her waist. You can feel your heart threaten to beat out of your chest as the sunlight shines off her brownish hair before taking a deep breath and catching back up.

She stops at the steps leading down to the central courtyard of your school before she hands your phone back to you. “Here, he wants to talk to you.”

“Mm, Father?” Slowly, you descend the stairs before you feel Jung Eun’s hand clasp onto yours. Her fingers are thin and slightly colder than your’s and hoping to warm them up, you pull her closer and stuff her hand into your pocket. Once she’s right next to you, you take a whiff of her strawberry-scented shampoo.

“When are you planning on coming back home?” Your father’s stern voice draws your attention back to the call.

“Why did you tell him we were done with classes?” you mouth, shooting a glare towards Jung Eun, who averts her eyes and stifles a laugh. “I was planning on staying up here if you didn't need me back home.”

“Her father wants her home, so I expect you both home by tomorrow even—” Your father is interrupted by rustling in the background, and you can barely make out your mother's hushed voice whispering something.

You laugh and nestle your nose into her hair before your mom’s voice draws your attention back to your phone. “Mm. Yes, Mom.”

“Take care of yourselves on the way back home. Remember to keep an eye on her, okay?”

“I will. I will. Okay,  Mom. I’ll see you soon.” You wait for your mother to end the call before slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“So your dad wants us home?” Her eyes look out towards the central courtyard, now filled with students having lunch and relaxing under shady trees. “Well… we don’t have to leave right away, so let’s get lunch before heading back.”

“Hmm. Okay. Where did you want to go?”

“Do you still have dough in your fridge?” She waits for your nod before speeding up her steps down the stairs. “Perfect! Then we can make pizza at your place.” Her fingers tighten around your hand as she drags you up the hill to your apartment. Once you make it up to your door, she quickly enters your code.

Just as she’s about to push open your door, you realize you haven't cleaned your house yet and try to pull her back. “Wai—”

It’s too late. She shoves open your door to find your disastrous-looking apartment with clothes strewn over the floor, dishes filling the sink, and the trash completely full. “Yah! Why is your house such a mess?”

“Give me a break. It’s finals week, so I haven’t cleaned anything.” You push her aside and start picking up clothes off of the floor. “There’s some dough in the fridge for the pizza. Give me a minute to clean up.”

“I can help,” Jung Eun sighs, tossing her backpack beside the door and taking off her shoes. She walks to your sink and shakes her head at the pile of dirty dishes before grabbing a black apron from beside the fridge. Holding her hair tight, she ties her brown hair into a ponytail with her scrunchie before trying to tie the apron’s knot.

“Can’t do it?” you laugh and set your bag beside hers before walking over. “Aren’t you supposed to be flexible from dancing all the time?” Your hands grab both apron cords and pull them taut, but the unintentionally hard tug causes her to fall back against your chest. “Careful.”

“D-don’t pull so hard,” she stammers as her ears turn bright red and she covers her cheeks.

You chuckle and tug on her one more time before tying the knot. “Done.”

“Thank you.” She quickly pulls away from you and reaches into the fridge for a bowl of dough that you had left to rise. In a few moments, your countertop was filled with flour, tomato sauce, feta cheese, slices of bacon, spinach, baby tomatoes, and green peppers. Her hands expertly floured the surface of your counter and began rolling out the dough with her hands. “I’m gonna fade into dust if you keep staring at me so much.” She looks up from the flour and towards the messy living room, signally with a nod of her head that you need to start cleaning.

“Fine. Fine,” you grumble and toss a pillow onto the sofa before grabbing a broom to clean the floor.

Jung Eun scoffs and starts to knead the dough a little more aggressively. “I don’t get why I have to tell you to clean up the apartment all the time. It’s your place. You should take care of it.” You open your mouth to reply but choose to stay silent after she levels you with a glare.

“I’ll get back to cleaning.”

“Could you open the blinds while you’re at it? It’s really dark.” One hand moves to cover her eyes once you open the blinds, bathing the room in natural light. “Maybe a bit less.”

You slowly move the blinds back. “A little more. Just a tiny bit more. There! Perfect.” Your hand stops the blind about halfway.

“Saying halfway would’ve worked just fine,” you say sarcastically as you pick up the last piece of clothing on the floor and toss it into the hamper.

“I didn’t know what would be perfect till you started moving it. Now stop complaining and come help me knead this dough. My arms are tired.” She lets out an exaggerated breath and backs away from the dough, wiping her arm over her forehead.

You sigh and shake your head before rolling up your sleeves as you step up behind her. It was always fun to tease her, so you take a deep breath beside her ear and blow a bit of warm air, enjoying the spectacle of her ears turning a bright shade of red. “I told you to go to the gym with me, but you never want to.”

“I do go with you!” She turns back and looks at you, her cheeks a rosy red.

“Only on leg days!”

“Well! That still counts, doesn't it?” she grumbles before going back to trying to knead out the dough.

A chuckle leaves your lips as you place your hands over hers and guide her while she kneads the dough. The dough feels slightly cold in your hands, a stark contrast to Jung Eun’s warmth between your arms. “Your pulse is racing,” you breathe, letting your warm breath tickle her ear.

“N-no! It’s not!” She pushes her shoulders against your chest, causing you to lean back until you warm your arms around her waist. “Yah! Let go of me!”

“How about… No,” you laugh and take a whiff of her hair before taking your hands off of her’s. “Done. You can add the sauce now.”

“Yeah….” Jung Eun reaches for the red sauce, adding it in a few large globs before gently spreading it out in a thin layer. Next come the toppings, and she gives a generous serving of spinach and greens before taking only a few slices of bacon from the container.

You reach in to grab a few more before she slaps your hand away. “Aren’t you gonna add mo—”

She shakes her head and says, “Too many calories,” before dicing the strips into small pieces and sprinkling them over the vegetables. “Perfect. Doesn’t it look good?”

“It would be better with more bacon,” you grumble.

“Don’t be such a baby. Put it in the oven for me.” She moves to the side and grabs a bottle of water from your fridge as she watches you move the pan into the oven. You can hear the bottle squeeze as you dial in the temperature in the oven and look back just in time to see her toss the bottle across the kitchen into the recycling. “I’m too good,” she laughs and winks at you before sitting on the countertop, her dusty apron still over her clothes.

“Anyone could’ve made that.” Your hands hold onto the side of the countertop as you ease yourself up beside her.

She raises an eyebrow and holds out a water bottle. “Do it then.” Her eyes stare at you intently as you chug the entire bottle, making sure not to let it crumble before you spin the bottle into the recycling. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“What can I say? I’m too good.”

“I didn’t say that.” She looks down at her feet, kicking them back and forth. “Have you spoken to my dad recently?”

“Last week, maybe. Why?”

“No reason. He just asked about you last time I talked to him.” She gives you a smile and a cute laugh before weakly punching you in the shoulder. “You didn’t tell me that your parents wanted to see me. I would have agreed to leave right away if I knew that.”

You chuckle, putting your hands on your knees as you look towards the oven. “Well, they did just tell me today. So it’s really not my fault. And what are you so worried about them for? They’re not even your parents!”

“They love me more than you anyway,” she teases, pinching your cheek. “Look at how jealous you are. You’re so red.”

Yes. The jealousy. The jealousy was making you red in the face.

 It wasn’t her.

Not those beautiful brown eyes, plush red lips you wanted to kiss, or that delicate touch that never failed to make your heart race.

You let out a breath that barely resembles a laugh before climbing off the countertop and opening your fridge. Reaching inside, you take out a tall silver can, eerily reminiscent of a beer can. “Want one?”

“Is that the lychee juice?” You nod your head. “Then yes, please!” She opens the can and takes a big gulp of the drink before letting out a satisfied sigh. “Just the thing I was looking for.”

“I thought you liked the strawberry flavor the most.” You take a sip of the can in your hands and look over at her as she takes another sip.

“I've been craving lychee lately. I don't know why.” She takes another sip, only to look down, disappointed. “It’s already gone….”

You crumple your small can before tossing it into the trash. “Have fun with that. They’re out of season for another month.”

“The drink works well enough for me.” She crumples her drink and tosses it towards the recycling, only to have it hit the edge and fall onto the ground. You stifle a laugh and look towards her, expecting to see her getting off the counter to pick it up, only to find an expectant look on her face.

“You’re not gonna pick it up?”

“Why would I? I’m a guest here, and it would be so nice of the host to pick it up for me, right?” she smiles deviously and places her hand on your knee as she leans towards you.

Your heart speeds up rapidly, threatening to beat out of your chest as she gets closer. Her warm breath tickles your nose with her lips mere centimeters away from yours before you suddenly push her hand off your knee and practically leap off the countertop. “I’ll go pick it up,” you stammer, ignoring her gaze searing into your back and her cute giggle behind you.

A ding sounds from the oven. “I think the pizza is done.” She hops off the counter and opens the oven. Once she does, the smell of roasted vegetables and bacon wafts through your kitchen, and you turn back to see her placing the wooden pan onto the countertop. “Where did you put the pizza cutter?”

“It’s in the drawer with the knives.” You place the can into the recycling before pulling out the stools from underneath your counter and sitting down as you watch her rifle through your drawers. Your eyes are drawn to her cute patterned socks before they slowly run up her legs, eventually settling on the hem of her skirt.

“Found it!” She quickly turns around, perhaps a little too quickly, as she catches you staring at her back. “Yah!” Her eyes glare at the top of your head until you slowly look up to see her face flushed red with anger. “Perv!”

“No. No. Jung Eun I-I re—wasn’t looking at that!” You raise your hands and close your eyes as she angrily approaches you with a pizza cutter in hand. “I’m really so—” You grab onto her wrist, causing the pizza cutter to fall to the countertop.  A quick tug turns her around as she falls into your lap, allowing you to quickly wrap your arms around her.

She struggles but to no avail. “Let go of me!”

“Mmm. How about… No. I’d prefer to not get cut by a pizza cutter right now.” Your arms tighten around her as you rest your chin on her shoulder.

She stops struggling in your arms. “I promise I won’t cut you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll just fucking kill you.” She makes one final push to free herself but can’t make you budge. “Is this what you go to the gym for? Just to trap girls in your arms?”

You laugh and give her a quick peck on the cheek. “Not really. They all seem to fall into my arms anyway.”

She scoffs at your remark and rolls her eyes. “Can we eat now? I’m getting hungry.”

“Sure.” You slowly release your arms around her, getting an elbow to the stomach and a raspberry blown in your face. “Goddamn it.”

“That’s what you get for being a perv.” She grabs the pizza cutter and makes a show of spinning the blade with her finger before cutting the pie into fourths. Once she’s finished, she places a napkin underneath her pizza before taking a bite. There’s a soft crunch once she bites down, and she chews it slowly, setting the slice onto the counter.

“How is it?” You take a slice of pizza and take a bite, only to get a mouthful of greens and barely any bacon. “That’s very healthy tasting.”

Jung Eun shrugs her shoulders and takes another bite. “I think it tastes fine. The bacon is a nice touch.”

“You can finish it, then.” You set your half-eaten slice onto the counter and watch as she finishes her second and third slices.

“Are you trying to make me fat?” she asks, stuffing the final bit of crust in her mouth and turning around to get another can of lychee. “I'm taking the last one.” The can opens with a fizz, and Jung Eun takes a big gulp before sitting down. “That was delicious.”

“Really?” you say with mock surprise, staring at her empty plate. “I couldn't tell.” Then you notice her staring at your half-eaten slice and slide the pizza cutter over to cut away the bitten portion. “Here. It’s like you haven’t eaten in days.”

She waves her hand and weakly tries to push the slice away. “I’m fine. I don't want it.” You offer it to her again. Eventually, she relents and takes the slice before you get up and place the platter in your sink. “Thank you for the food.” Her tone is unnecessarily sarcastic, but she wolfs down your slice nonetheless.

You simply nod and turn on the hot water, waiting for it to slowly heat up before adding some soap to the sponge. Your hand moves the sponge in large circles as you lather the board with soap before placing it on the drying rack. “When are you planning on leaving?” you ask while you dry your hands on the cloth.

“We can get going in thirty minutes.” She finishes her can of juice and tosses it towards the recycling bin. “If you need to change or anything, just go do it. I'll wait on your couch.”

“I might go take a shower and change. Should only take me a bit.” You wait for her to sit down on your couch before heading into your bedroom. Once your bedroom door shuts, you peel off your shirt and open your closet for another simple stone-colored button-up and a pair of black slacks. You slide them off a hanger and then step into the bathroom. After you turn the shower knob, cold water begins to run down from the head, slowly heating up until it becomes just perfect as you step in. It’s relaxing. The sound of the water drowns out everything else, and your perception of time changes as you stand underneath the water. After turning off the water, you wrap a towel around your body and walk back into your bedroom. “What are you doing?”

Time slows as her hair swings across her shoulder, and her sparkling brown eyes look over towards you. “Me?” A playful smile rests on her lips while her arms hold onto two different shirts. “I’m just having some fun picking out shirts for you.” She sways the hanger of the color you had chosen. “Did you really plan on walking with me in this shirt?”

“I don’t see why not.” You step closer and take the shirt away from her. “Isn’t this nice?”

“It’s hideous.” She reaches into your closet and gets a midnight blue shirt. “Wear this one instead. It looks better with the white on my shirt.”

You’re skeptical but take the shirt anyway. Standing there, you wait for her to walk towards the door only to awkwardly realize that she’s fine with staying in your room. “Are you going to get out so I can change then?”

“Go change in the bathroom. You were there for half an hour anyway.”

“Fine.” You storm off into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind you, muffling the sound of Jung Eun giggling. As much as you hated to admit it. Jung Eun chose a nice shirt, a beautiful dark blue with dark buttons running down. You’d forgotten this shirt was in your closet.

“I told you it would look good on you.” Jung Eun sits on your bed as you step out of the bathroom, an expectant look on her face, barely able to contain her desire for a compliment. A compliment that never comes as you simply shake your head and step out of the bedroom without a word. “Yah, aren’t you going to say something!”

You chuckle as she follows you from your bedroom before blocking the doorway while she puts on her shoes. “Yes. Yes. It looks amazing. Happy now?” Your lips press against her cheek.

“Fine. Let's get going then.” She grumbles but lets your lips settle on her cheeks for a few moments, not pulling away.

“Sure.” You make a loud smooch noise before taking your keys from the hook and beginning the walk down.

From your apartment, it's a short stroll to the station. The station was nothing special, no giant multiplatform complex. Just a simple train station built next to the school with one platform. “Two tickets to Cheonju if you would please.” Jung Eun hands the ticketer her card with a smile on her face.

“Of course. Heading home?” The old man prints out two tickets and hands them to Jung Eun.

“Yes, sir. School just ended, so we’re going home to visit family now.”

“Just to visit family?”

“Well… I mean. It is the summertime, so it can’t just be to visit family.”

The old man’s eyes shift towards you before winking playfully. “Keep an eye on this one. She seems like she’ll get into trouble,” he chuckles.

“Of course, sir.”

Jung Eun can only listen before you wave goodbye to the ticketer and walk towards the platform. “You just had to make fun of me, didn’t you?” she grumbles and weakly punches you in the arm once you've walked out of earshot of the ticketer.

“He was the one who said it. Not me.”

“But you agreed with him.”

“Well, he wasn’t wrong, was he?” you tease while you wait on the platform as your train comes in.

Jung Eun mumbles something inaudibly but yelps when you pull her right next to you as people begin to file out of the train. She clings against your shirt while people push past, her strawberry scent wafting into your nose until she slowly pries away once the train is empty. “Let’s get on then.”

“Yeah, sure.” You feel her delicate fingers clasp around yours before she tugs you into the car and finds a seat. She drags you towards a pair of seats beside each other on the other side of the train that will give you a lovely view of the mountains and then promptly takes the window seat. “Let me get the window. You’re just gonna fall asleep anyways.”

“I am not!” she says defensively and tugs you down onto the seat beside her as people slowly file in, leaving only a few empty seats.

You look over to your left and watch her gaze out the window. Her eyes are affixed to the mountains far in the distance, patches of snow still present on their peaks even as spring begins. “Aren’t you excited to go back home?” she asks, her voice lacking any sense of excitement while her eyes remain locked outside.

“Mm. Get to see mom and dad aga—” You take out your phone and look over your messages. Boss. “Come talk to me once you get back. We need to talk about something.”

“Something the matter?” She turns towards you and looks down at your phone. Her eyes notice the blue text messages but can’t read them before you press the power button. “My dad?”

“Someone else,” you say, sliding your phone back into your pocket.

“You’re a terrible liar.” A slight smile forms on her lips when she looks down and notices the small tapping motion of your finger. “He’s so impatient. I told him that I would take you there after we visit your parents,” she sighs and takes a pair of earbuds from her bag. You move to choose the song, but she quickly takes away your phone. “I’m choosing this time.”

Shrugging your shoulder, you take the left earbud and place it into your ear, the sound of a flute starting once she chooses the track. “Sleeping now?” you ask as she leans against your shoulder.

“Just gonna rest my eyes for a bit.” Her eyelashes fluttered a few times before her breathing began to slow. The grip on your fingers began to slacken, and you then took her hand in yours, holding onto it as she slowly fell asleep.

You noticed a few eyes glancing at both of you from your fellow passengers, to which you responded with a weak smile before you leaned against her. The song that she chose was lovely. The soothing tone of the flute, the accompaniment's warmth, and the track's slow tempo made it very easy to fall asleep.

Soon enough, with Jung Eun’s soft hair brushing against your nose and her warmth pressed on your shoulder, you fall asleep right alongside her.

When you wake up, she‘s still snoring softly beside you, and you are already only one stop away from home. You take your phone from your pocket and text your mother. “We’ll be home in about thirty minutes. I have to take her back to her house after, though.”

Your mother’s text comes back right away. “Okay then. Love you.” A chuckle leaves your lips once you turn your phone off and place it between your legs as Jung Eun stirs beside you. “Wakey wakey.”

“I’m awake,” she grumbles and rubs her eyes. “We’re almost home?” You nod your head. “Nice. I can’t wait for some of your mom’s cooking. Do you know what she’s making?”

“You can ask her yourself when we get there.”

Jung Eun clasps her hands together jokingly. “I pray for there to be ramen. Haven’t had a good bowl of ramen in so long.”

“Well, not much longer till we find out,” you say as the train pulls into your station and people begin to get up out of their seats. They’re all clamoring to get home, some students heading home for break, and more adults ready to go home after a hectic day at work. Both you and Jung Eun stay seated until the train clears. “Let’s go then.” You pull her out of the train with you.

The station back home was even smaller than the one you had left from, just a small platform next to the streets. It was already dark outside, and the dim streetlamps had already begun to glow as you made your way back to your house.

Jung Eun shivered slightly in the cold, your hometown a little colder than where the school was, and she laced her arm in yours to be as close to you as possible. “I didn’t think it would be so cold.”

“We probably should’ve checked the weather before we left.” You hold her tighter as you walk up the hill to your house. Eventually, you make it to your metal gate and push it open, the sounds of your parents talking filtering through the open window and the smell of warm broth.

She could hardly contain her excitement as she snatched the keys from between your fingers and ran towards your house. Chuckling, you stayed a few paces back to watch her sprint to your front door and unlock it.

“Jung Eun!” Your mother’s excited voice comes from inside before Jung Eun runs inside, leaving the front door open for you to come in soon afterward.

“Mom.”

“There you are.” Your mother smiles once you come through the front door, the smell of the ramen filling the entire house. “Sit down. We made dinner already.”

You look over to see both your parents sitting beside one another with an empty seat left beside Jung Eun, who was very obviously glaring at you to walk faster so she could start eating. “Of course, mom.” Before you sit down beside Jung Eun, you come over to the other side of the table and give your mother a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Once you seat yourself, the sound of slurping from Jung Eun begins with a hearty laugh from both your parents coming soon after as they watch her eat.

“How were classes?” Your father asks, breaking apart his egg and watching the yolk run.

“They went well.”

“Confident about getting all A’s?” You simply nod your head. “Good. I wouldn't expect anything less.” He takes the first bite of his broth and stays silent for the rest of dinner.

You follow after your father, breaking the egg first and then taking a bite. “Your ramen is good as always, mom.”

“Oh. I'm glad. I didn't know what Jung Eun wanted, so ramen seemed like the best choice.” She smiles at the girl eating beside you. “It seems like I made the right choice. Do you like it, Jung Eun?”

“Mm,” she nods her head as a few noodles fall back down into the broth. “Your ramen is amazing as always.”

“That’s good to hear.” Your mother smiles and goes back to eating her broth.

The rest of dinner continues in pleasant silence, save for the loud sound of Jung Eun and your father slurping up their noodles beside you. It's lovely inside, though. The warm soup raises your temperature, making you feel pleasantly warm. You hear one final large slurp beside you that signals Jung Eun has finished before she gets up and leaves her bowl in the sink. You follow soon after, taking your father's empty bowl while they stay seated. “Let me go ahead and take her home now.”

“Be safe.” Your mother waves to you while your father simply gives a curt nod.

“We will be,” Jung Eun smiles and waves before she steps out the door. “That was really good,” she says as she grabs onto your hand.

“Look at you always getting what you want.” You hold her hand a little tighter while taking your phone out of your pocket—message from Mr. Kim. “I sent a car to pick you up already. It's in front of your house.” Looking up, you notice the black car that Jung Eun’s father always sent out with his designated driver, Figo.

The man gives you a slight nod before Jung Eun finally notices him. “Figo!” She lets go of your hand right away and runs up to the Italian man, pulling him into an embrace. “I missed you so much.” Her voice is muffled against his chest as she rocks him from side to side.

“I hope that you’ve been well, Ms. Kim.” He waits for her to pull away before running his fingers down her hair. “You’ve been doing well in school?”

“Yes. It hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be.” She waits for you to step up beside her. “How have you been? Father hasn’t been too hard on you, right?”

“Not at all. He’s always very generous to his employees.” Figo opens the door to the passenger seat for Jung Eun to climb in. He closes the door once she’s climbed in completely, leaving you and the Italian man standing outside. “The boss wants to speak to you once we’ve taken her home.” His tone is hushed, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

You just nod and wait for him to get into the driver’s seat before stepping in.

It would be a short drive to Jung Eun’s home on the city's outskirts. Figo always liked to keep the car radio turned off while he drove, but he did his best to keep her from being bored. “What did you have for dinner tonight, Miss?”

“We just had ramen today. It was delicious, or at least, I enjoyed it.” You chuckle while you go through your phone. The way Jung Eun interacted with her father’s men was always slightly amusing to you. She always had a way of disarming the group of stone-cold hitmen and making them laugh.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it then.” Figo slows down as he drives through into the family estate. It's a relatively quaint single home situated on a large plot of land with trees surrounding the property. “We’re here,” he says as he turns off the engine and steps out to open her door.

“Thank you, Figo.” She waits for you to step out of the car and holds onto your hand while she steps out.

“Anytime, young Miss.” The older man stands outside the car door until both of you step through the doors.

Once you step inside, another suited man is in the kitchen brewing another fresh cup of coffee. He doesn't notice you at first until Jung Eun clears her throat. “Hello.” His voice is deep, and he sets down the cup of coffee to give her a polite nod. “Your father is in the study,” he says, gesturing down the hallway.

“Thank you.” You politely nod and then tug Jung Eun towards her father.

The hallway is dimly lit, with a few lights hanging off the walls besides various paintings. Every painting was part of her father’s ukiyo-e collection. The subject varied from mountains and rivers to bustling cities.

Eventually, you stop at a large oaken door and rap on it with your knuckles three times. “Come in.” You open the door to reveal an older man standing behind a desk while a man is on his knees, crying into his hands. “Please, help me. I didn’t have any other cho—”

You look at her father. His face was different from Jung Eun’s, colder, sharper. They did share the same hair color, but that was their only resemblance. Everything else came from Jung Eun’s mother, especially those beautiful eyes that varied wildly from her father’s. “I’m afraid I can—Jung Eun.” His gaze softens once he sees her walk in.

“What's going on?”

“This man needs our help with a business venture, and we were just sorting out the details.” Her father crouches down and whispers something inaudible in the man’s ear that causes him to get up and walk out the door, but not before he gives Jung Eun a polite nod.

Once he steps out the door, Jung Eun walks over to her father and clasps his hands. “You should just help him if he needs it. He seemed like he really needed it,” she says, almost as if she were scolding her father.

“Of course. Of course. I will sort out the details with him later, okay?” You do your best to stifle your chuckle as you see an almost entirely new man. His voice is still deep, but now it's soft and gentle. “School today went well?”

“Oh yes. Grades should come out soon, but I’m sure I only missed one question on the final.”

“That's my girl.” He runs his hand through her hair. “Why don’t you go to bed. I still need to speak to someone.” His eyes glance towards you, and Jung Eun nods in understanding. “When you leave, would you please tell the man to come back inside? The three of us need to have a chat.” He kisses his daughter on the cheek before slipping his hand out of hers.

“Have a good night, father.” She kisses him on the cheek before slipping over to you and giving you a small peck on the cheek, to which her father raises an eyebrow. “Bye.” Her breath brushes against the side of your face as she whispers in your ear.

The room is silent once she leaves, both you and her father waiting to speak. “I hope you’ve been well, sir.” You give a polite nod of your head, which her father acknowledges. Then the door creaks open, and the man from before reenters.

“Mr. Kim ple—”

Jung Eun’s father raises his hand and quickly silences the man. “I’m tired of your prattling, Baek, but I’m feeling generous today. I’ll let you go. Just don’t ever let me see your face again.”

“T-thank you, sir. Truly tha—”

“That doesn’t mean that you can leave freely, though.” Just as Mr. Kim finishes his sentence, you throw a hook at the side of Baek’s head and knock him out cold. “You’re getting better. It only took you one shot this time.” Mr. Kim steps up beside you and grabs your shoulder while he looks at the body on the floor. “I’ll have someone else clean him up. How has your family been?”

“Mother’s hospital bills are almost all paid off, thankfully.”

“That's good to hear.” He places an envelope inside of your jacket. “This should be the last of it. Give it to her when you get home.”

You take the envelope out of your jacket and stare at it. “I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you, sir.”

“You're a good kid. Keep on taking care of your parents.” He holds onto your shoulder more tightly. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Someone stole something from me. Could you get it back?” You nod. “Perfect.” His hand squeezes your shoulder more tightly. “I’ll send you the details tomorrow. Get home safe.” He lets go of your shoulder and pats you on the back a few times.

You take your cue and clasp his hand, bringing your lips to the back of it. “I’ll speak to you soon, boss.” Once you draw your lips away, you leave the room as quietly as possible, closing the door slowly, so it doesn’t creak. You find Jung Eun waiting for you outside, arms crossed, and eyebrows raised.

“What did he say to you?”

“Nothing much. Just wanted to talk to me about school stuff,” you lie and start to walk back out to the car.

“I’ll take you back home,” Jung Eun stammers and grabs onto your hand, giving you a pleading look.

You shake your head. “It’s getting late. You should just stay home.”

“Awww. Come on. Pleaseeeeee,” she whines and tugs on your hand back and forth.

“Fine,” you sigh, letting her pull you out the front door while she texts Figo to grab the car. The eyes of her father’s men are drawn to you as she pulls you out, their expressions a mixture of amusement and confusion. You suddenly feel slightly awkward for letting yourself be so easily swayed, and you pull your hand back. “I can just go home alone.”

“You wish.” Jung Eun forms a vice grip on your wrist and drags you out the door.

You step outside to see the small fountain at the roundabout's center. It barely makes any sound as the water falls down each level before pooling at the bottom. Figo is already outside, a cigarette between his teeth and his lighter in his hand.

Just as soon as you hear the click of his lighter, you feel Jung Eun’s hand let go of yours before she runs down the steps to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth. “I thought you weren’t smoking anymore?” she asks once she tosses the cigarette onto the ground and grinds it underneath her shoe.

A flicker of sadness appeared in the aging man’s eyes as he looked down at the smashed cigarette on the floor and placed the lighter back in his pocket. “It’s too lovely of a night to not enjoy a smoke while looking at the moon.” His eyes glance up at the brilliant full moon in the sky before looking back down at the fuming Jung Eun. “I apologize nonetheless.”

“I think you meant that it’s such a lovely night that it would be a waste to not spend it with the two of us.” She looks at you once you walk up beside her. “And…” she fishes out a rolled cigar from her pocket and holds it between her fingers, just out of Figo’s reach. “I think it would be very nice if we could go on top of the mountain to look at the stars.”

The corners of the old man’s mouth curved into a faint smile as he took the cigar from Jung Eun. “You seem to know my tastes very well, young miss.” His right hand opens the door for her to climb into the car. You move to climb into the passenger seat beside him, but a hand on your chest stops you. “Go sit in the back. I can drive you both.”

Seating yourself beside Jung Eun, you watch her gazing out the window at the starless night sky. “There’s probably gonna be stars once we reach the top of the mountain.”

“You’re probably right,” she sighs and lowers her window just enough so that the wind blows through her hair. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Yeah, something came up with my mother, so I’ll have to stay home tomorrow,” you lie. “Why?”

“I didn’t want to be stuck at home alone, so I’ll probably go shopping or something.” Her hand lingers next to yours, millimeters away until she places her fingers on top of yours. You could’ve sworn you saw Figo smile through the rearview mirror, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Slowly, Jung Eun started to nod off while her grip on your fingers began to tighten before she eventually moved over to the center seat and leaned onto your shoulder. It wasn’t long before her breathing slowed, and she fell asleep. You let her stay on your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling her head onto your lap. Your hand stayed tightly held to hers, but you let it rest underneath her neck as a pillow. Her head slightly with every bump in the road, but it was dampened by you holding onto her.

Your eyes move from the pool of brownish hair that’s formed in your lap to your window as you near the top of the mountain, the bright streetlights slowly becoming rarer and rarer. Eventually, you reach the mountain's peak, where there’s a small park illuminated by only one dim light.

Figo parks underneath the streetlight and steps out to open your door. “She’s sleeping?”

“Yeah. After studying all last night for finals, she must be pretty tired,” you say and look down at the sleeping Jung Eun in your lap.

“Well… it’d be a waste to leave right after coming here tonight,” Figo whispers and gently lifts her head off your lap so you can climb out from underneath her after you pry your fingers from her grip. Once you’re freed from under her, he sets her head back down onto the seat and slowly closes the door, leaving it a bit open to avoid shutting it.

Both of you lean against the hood of the car and look down the mountain. It’s silent save for the occasional sound of Figo shuddering once a cold wind blows past. A loud click soon breaks this silence as he takes his lighter from his pocket. “You forgot to cut off the end,” you say, still looking at the tiny dots of light from the suburbs below.

“Damn it.” He takes the cigar from his mouth and closes his lighter.

“Here.” You reach into your pocket for a knife. Figo takes it and cuts off the end before returning the knife to your pocket. “You don’t carry a knife on you anymore?”

“I’m not in that line of work anymore.” His lighter clicks again and makes a quiet whooshing noise, the smell of tobacco perfuming the air soon after. “Ah.” He lets out a satisfied sigh and holds out the cigar.

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “You know I don’t smoke.”

“It’s always polite to offer,” the old man scoffs and returns the cigar to his mouth. “You’ve been well?”

“As well as can be expected.”

“Don’t give me that non—” he coughs. “nonsense. How have you really been? Training’s been going well?”

“Training?” you sigh and lean further back into the car. “It’s been getting easier. Fighting Pierre isn’t a challenge anymore.”

“That’s good,” Figo sighs and takes the cigar from his mouth, letting the butt rest against the car. “You’re Jung Eun’s only protector now, so it’s only for the best that you’re the most capable.”

“What happened to the others?”

“We lost them in a skirmish a few days back with the Jeong clan trying to take a port district.”

Silence returns as both of you stare down into the city below, Figo occasionally taking a breath of his cigar. “It's a shame she couldn't see the stars tonight. She really wanted to see them.”

“You can take her another time,” you say, pushing yourself off the car. “Let's get going.”

The old man wordlessly grabs a half-finished water bottle from beside the driver’s seat and puts out his cigar before getting back in. He waits for you to sit beside him to start the engine, the engine's rev failing to wake Jung Eun.

The rest of your car ride is silent, and you come to a rolling stop in front of your house. “Will I be seeing you tomorrow, Figo?” you ask before you close the door. Figo simply nods in response. “Drive home safe then.”

Once you slam the door shut, you're left alone in front of your house—the sound of your parents’ warm laughter coming through the open windows. You glance down at the text you received from Jung Eun’s father on the way home.

“We’ve found Dong Hyun. Handle him for me. Would you?”

You sigh and slip your phone back into your pocket. It was probably best to get some sleep before tomorrow.

Note: It's been a while hasn't it. As always I want to extend my thanks to the people that helped me write this fic. @midnightdancingsol, @cataboliac, @daejeonfairy, and @ggidolsmuts. All of you are so integral in helping me write and I can't thank you enough. Special thanks to Ddeun for telling me to grow some balls and just write something that I wanted to write. Anyways, I hope all of you liked the fic and hopefully the wait for another won't be as long as this time. Nonetheless, love you all. -Unsure

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 05

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7.6k [5/6]

notes: second to last installment of a fic that didn’t need to be as long as it is!!! really this entire thing can be summed up with last chapter’s warning, which was “reader is dumb and jungkook is slutty.” i stand by it, okay!!! 🤷🏻‍♀️

warnings: dumb banter, a couple brief smutty bits, oral (f receiving), listen to slow dancing in the dark by joji during the soft smut scene in the middle if u want 

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“No. No. God, no. Has your music taste always been this bad, or is this a recent development?”

“You will excuse yourself,” you retort sharply, wagging a finger at your brother. “Mr. Brightside is a classic and I will not hear this slander. Please feel free to permanently vacate the premises if you disagree.”

Jimin rolls his eyes from where he’s slouched on the couch beside you, one hand submerged in a bag of chips and his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m dramatic? Really? You wanna go there, Chim?” You raise your hand and begin ticking off on your fingers. “I’m not the one who threw a fit over a piece of cilantro in my taco. I’m not the one who refused to bathe when Mom couldn’t find the right bubble bath.”

“Oh my god, I was eight,” Jimin snorts. “Both times. And cilantro tastes like soap.”

You raise a third finger. “What about the time you hid all the Monopoly money because you kept losing? Or when yo—”

A knock on the door cuts you off mid-sentence, and you nudge Jimin’s shin with your big toe. “Go get the door,” you order, and you aren’t sure if he’s just tired of hearing your voice, but he stands up without complaint and wanders into the entryway to receive your unexpected guest.

“Hey,” you hear him say. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” a very familiar voice replies. “I need some help.”

It’s Jungkook. Of course it’s Jungkook. You haven’t seen him since he dropped you off and kissed you senseless in your driveway, but you’d have to be delusional to think that you could avoid him for the next week and a half before you leave to return to Seoul. And yet, you allowed yourself to indulge in your delusions for two full days, before he tears them apart with ten simple, innocent words.

“So, I think I might have done the laundry wrong.”

Jimin laughs out loud, covering his mouth with his hand. “That’s all you, Noona,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at you, and you don’t even have wherewithal to lecture him about the sexism of his remark because Jungkook is smirking like he’s just won the lottery and you’re his grand prize.

“Noona?” he begins, his voice syrupy sweet and thick with intent. “Can you come help me?”

You glance down at your pajamas—gray sweatpants and a pink Pusheen t-shirt that’s a couple sizes too big. It’s beyond obvious that you have no plans for the day, and therefore no excuse not to help. Heaving a resigned sigh, you clamber to your feet and roll your eyes when Jimin immediately flops down across the newly abandoned couch and lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Have fun,” he calls lazily as you walk out, and you do your best to ignore the wicked grin that flashes across Jungkook’s face.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it fun,” he says as he lets you pass by him to exit the house. “See you later, Jimin.”

As soon as the front door slams shut, you round on him with a glare. “Are you serious, Jungkook?” you hiss. “He’s totally going to catch on to… to whatever it is we’re doing.”

“You’re being paranoid,” Jungkook chides, clicking his tongue. He hops over the low bushes that divide your property, and waits patiently as you skirt around them. You follow him into his house—down the hallway and into a little side room that houses the washing machine and dryer—and as soon as the door swings shut, he’s grabbing you by the hips and pulling you close.

“This—this isn’t how you do laundry,” you stammer weakly, winded by his sudden proximity and the dark promise in his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I may have lied a little bit. Would you have come if I hadn’t?”

You don’t answer, because you know he’s right. If you had your way, you would have avoided him until it was time for you to leave again. But Jungkook just doesn’t seem to be willing to let that happen, as he tightens his grip on your hips and tugs until you’re flush against him.

“See, the truth of the matter is, I’m actually good at laundry.” He smirks and tilts his head, dark bangs flopping across his forehead. “I’m good at other things, too. Why don’t you let me show you?”

Attraction blooms in your belly, hot as molten lava, and it takes the last ounce of your wavering restraint to say what you say next. “We can’t take too long,” you whisper, letting him hoist you up onto the dryer and jab the start button. The machine rumbles to life beneath you, and you nearly lose your train of thought when the vibrations go straight to your clit. “Jimin!” you gasp. “Jimin—he’ll kill you if he finds out. He’ll fillet your dick with a dull knife and serve it over rice.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Why are you talking about your brother? Is this your idea of dirty talk, princess? Because I gotta tell you—it’s not doing it for me.”

“Jungkook!” you chide, and he grins and moves to tug off your shirt.

“That’s much better.”

///

In the days that follow your laundry room tryst with Jungkook, sneaking around becomes routine. Both of your parents work—as do his—so avoiding them is easy. Jimin, however, is a different story. The dance classes he teaches are irregular, and the schedule shifts often enough that you’ve come dangerously close to getting caught on more than one occasion.

And it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook has taken to texting you at all hours of the day, even when you’re eating a sandwich on the couch with Jimin half-sprawled across your lap in his effort to invade your personal space as much as possible.

[12:35pm] Jungkook: hey i just thought of something

[12:35pm] Jungkook: you know how i call you princess?

You nearly throw your phone across the room. Cautiously, you glance at your brother, who is glued to the television and doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

[12:36pm] You: yeah…

His response is instantaneous.

[12:36pm] Jungkook: well i’ve got a throne for you to sit on

You almost sigh out loud. Please don’t, you write back, and you practically hear Jungkook’s cackle in your head as the ellipses that indicate he’s typing pop up at the bottom of your screen.

[12:37pm] Jungkook: it’s my dick ;)

[12:37pm] Jungkook: get it?

I fucking hate you, you tell him, thumbs flying across the keyboard.

[12:38pm] Jungkook: and i love fucking you

[12:38pm] Jungkook: princess ;)

///

After nearly a week cooped up at your parents’ house, you’re getting restless. Without a car, you’re confined to the suburban neighborhood you grew up in, and the revelation that you’re bored somehow spills out to Jungkook during one of the many heated makeout sessions you’ve started having in the backseat of his sedan.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” he’d asked, tilting his head curiously, mussed hair falling across his eyes. “I can drive you, if you want.”

And that’s how you find yourself wandering around downtown Busan on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon. Jungkook drops you off at the curb after cumming down your throat, and now that he’s dashed off to work the lunch shift at the restaurant, you’re free to explore all of your old haunts. The shopping center that you and your friends used to frequent is right around the corner, so that’s where you decide to start. After all, you’re still in need of some professional attire, and as much as you love your mom, you’d rather avoid the unflattering dresses and itchy pantyhose she would be sure to seek out.

As soon as you step through the glass revolving doors, you find yourself in a familiar air-conditioned paradise of shops and restaurants. Stopping at your favorite coffee spot, you treat yourself to an iced mocha before heading to the first store.

Two hours and three full bags later, you decide to head to the food court for a quick snack. You’d promised Jungkook that you’d meet him at the restaurant once you were finished, but a glance at your phone tells you that you have more than enough time to stop by Kim’s Kitchen. Mrs. Kim makes the best cookies in the entire city, as far as you’re concerned, and you decide to order a dozen to take home and share with your family.

You’re lowering yourself into a seat at one of the many tables scattered around the tree-lined atrium when you spot a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair. The owner spots you a split second later, and you return her smile as she immediately swerves and heads your way. “{Name}, hey!”

“Hey, Chaeyoung,” you greet, gesturing for her to take the chair on the other side of the table. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, from the looks of it.” She grins and hefts her shopping bag. “I swear I’ve been to every shoe store and still haven’t found what I’m looking for, but somehow I’ve bought this much crap anyway. What about you? What are you on the hunt for?”

“Professional attire,” you say with a grimace. “Why are pants so hard to find? I swear, they’re all either too long or too short, and never fit properly in the waist and thighs.”

Chaeyoung pulls a face. “Ew, I know. Pantsuits are a nightmare unless you have a tailor. And who has money for that?”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “So what are you up to now? Mrs. Kim has cookies fresh out of the oven, if you’re interested. Cinnamon rolls too, I think.”

“Ooh, that’s tough,” she says thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Would it be bad if I got both?”

“Not even a little bit,” you assure, reaching into your box and pulling out a cookie. “But here, I’ll make it easier for you. Hope you like chocolate chip.”

Chaeyoung gratefully accepts the cookie you hand over. “Who doesn’t love chocolate chip?” she asks, taking a bite.

“Criminals and heathens,” you reply, snagging a cookie for yourself. “Among others.”

She tilts her head. “Doesn’t Jimin hate chocolate chip?”

“My point exactly.”

Chaeyoung giggles, hiding it behind a manicured hand, and you laugh right along with her. Together, you decide to grab some smoothies, and when you sit back down, the conversation turns to your trip up to the lake house. “Next time, we’ll have to do a girl’s trip,” Chaeyoung says, propping her chin in her palm. “Feels like it’s been ages since we’ve done one. You must’ve been exhausted with all those boys around.”

Unwillingly, your thoughts turn to Jungkook. “It wasn’t that bad,” you say slowly. “It was actually nice, being able to spend some time with them.”

“Who ended up going, anyway? Your brother, obviously. Taehyung? Yugyeom?”

You nod, raising a hand and ticking them off on your fingers. “Jimin, yeah. Taehyung, Yugyeom, Taemin, Minho. And Jungkook.”

If Chaeyoung notices the way you pause before saying the last name, she doesn’t comment on it. Her expression grows pensive, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head as she considers her next sentence. “You must be seeing a lot of him,” she says at last. “Jungkook, I mean.”

You take a massive sip of your smoothie and wonder if you’re imagining the lingering taste of him on your tongue. “Yeah, a bit,” you manage, your voice surprisingly steady. “He games with Jimin a lot.” After a pause, you decide to tell her the truth. “He dropped me off today, actually. Jimin’s working this summer, and I’ve been stuck at home, so he offered to take me downtown on his way to work.”

Chaeyoung hums thoughtfully. “He’s working at a restaurant or something, right?”

“Just a few streets away, yeah.”

Slowly, she nods. “We went out, you know.” Her voice is distant. “Just for a few weeks. He ended it after… well, after we slept together.”

There’s a pause, as Chaeyoung lets you digest this information, and a part of you wants to spill everything to her right then and there. Jisoo told me, you want to say, as acidic guilt begins to bubble up in your belly, every memory of the moments you’ve since shared with Jungkook rising unpleasantly in your throat. I’m sorry. I’m so,so sorry. You say it over and over again in your head, but the apology gets stuck in your throat when you try to voice it aloud.

Chaeyoung takes a sip of her smoothie and leans back in her chair with a sigh, oblivious to your internal struggle. “Maybe I should have seen it coming,” she says, gnawing on the end of the straw. “Everything changed our senior year, you know? It was like a switch had flipped—he started dating around, relationships that never lasted more than a week… I really should have known better when he asked me out. But I guess I thought I was different. We were already friends, after all. But whenever we were together, just the two of us, he was always… distant. Like he was somewhere else, mentally.”

Her words trail off, leaving only silence that you don’t know how to break. Chaeyoung sips at her smoothie again, before huffing out a laugh and waving a manicured hand in your direction. “God, sorry! I can’t believe I just started monologuing, ew. Jungkook this, Jungkook that—god. I’m not even mad at him anymore, you know? I just want him to figure his shit out.” Her eyes flit up to you briefly, before skittering back down to where a cookie crumb has landed on the tabletop. “It’s funny, though. Seeing him at Taehyung’s graduation party was probably the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. He almost seemed like himself again.”

You can’t help it—the singular word bubbles up before you can stop it. “Really?”

Chaeyoung nods, her gaze flickering up to meet yours again. “Really. And honestly? I think it was because of you.”

Your heart does a series of backflips in your chest, thudding against the slats of your ribs. You try to respond, try to find the words, but they stick in your dry throat and your smoothie is practically gone at this point. Chaeyoung shrugs, unfazed by your silence, and you watch as she swirls her straw around in the remainder of her own drink. “I don’t know—maybe I’m imagining things. But it always seemed like he had a bit of a thing for you. Didn’t he used to follow you around the playground?”

The memory draws a startled laugh from your lips. “Sure, yeah. But that was in elementary school.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, smiling around her straw. “Still. We never really forget our first crush, do we?”

///

You head over to the restaurant after bidding Chaeyoung goodbye, her words weighing heavy on your mind and your heart. Through the tall glass windows, you can just barely make out Jungkook—looking sharp in a black collared shirt and matching slacks as he greets a table of diners. His smile is warm and his stance is confident, and you’re reminded of just how much he’s grown from that gangly kid you knew back in grade school when you catch the edge of flirtation lingering in his gaze.

The boy who used to follow you around the playground is gone. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. And so, you take a deep breath and walk into the restaurant, doing your best to smile at the host who greets you and asks whether you’d like to sit at a table or the bar.

“Hey, you made it!”

Jungkook strides over with a grin, taking the menu off the host’s hands and leading you over to an empty seat at the bar. “It’s full service, so you can order food here, too,” he explains. “You hungry? Thirsty?”

You glance down at the menu he places on the counter, scanning the lines of text. “Not really, but it smells really good so I might get something to go. And this carbonara sounds really good, actually.”

“It is,” Jungkook confirms. “I’ll go put the order in. You want some water or anything to drink?”

“Water’s good,” you tell him, and he nods before trotting off to do his job. You watch him disappear to the back of the restaurant before reappearing with a tray of glasses, and follow his meandering path through the tables as he disperses drinks and checks on the guests. Somehow, his shoulders manage to look even broader in his black shirt, and you can’t ignore the way they taper into a narrow waist that’s only emphasized by the belt threaded through the loops of his dark slacks.

He’s stopping at the table you first saw him at now, leaning in close when one of the women seated there asks him a question about something on the menu. His smile oozes easy charm, and you can’t help the feeling that flares in your chest when she reaches for the menu and purposely lets her fingertips graze his hand. Frowning, you tear your gaze away and focus on the wood grain of the bar counter. Your eyes zero in on a smattering of water droplets near your left arm, and you’re just about to run a fingertip through them when a voice sounds to your right.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

Surprised, you look up and find yourself face-to-face with a man who appears to be in his early thirties. Dark hair is brushed away from his forehead, a stray lock falling into his eyes, and you find yourself momentarily at a loss for words when your brain registers just how handsome he is.

“I—uh. I think Jungkook is going to grab me some water,” you finally manage, wanting nothing more than to melt into the ground when you hear the stammer in your voice.

“Ah, you know Jungkook?” The man laughs—a sound that is distinctly reminiscent of a squeaky windshield wiper. “He’s been pretty busy today, so why don’t I grab you that water instead?”

You nod, watching as he fills up a glass from the nozzle below the bar, accepting it when he hands it over. “Thanks.”

“Name’s Seokjin,” the man replies with an easy grin. “What’s yours?”

You return his smile and tell him your name. “Seokjin—Jungkook’s mentioned you a few times, I think. This is your place then, isn’t it?”

Seokjin beams. “Yep! Opened just a few months ago, after we finally sorted out the rat infestation and the asbestos problem in the rafters, and—” He pauses at the dumbfounded look on your face, and several beats pass before another peal of squeaky laughter escapes him. “I’m kidding. One-hundred percent. I promise the whole place is up to snuff.”

“So, I see you’ve met Seokjin.” Jungkook materializes at your side with a glass of water, which he takes a sip out of upon realizing that you already have a drink. “Is he making jokes about the health code again?”

“I would never,” Seokjin sniffs, and you laugh, finding yourself completely at ease for the first time since you entered the restaurant.

Jungkook rolls his eyes good-naturedly and turns his attention back to you. “Your carbonara should be out in a few,” he says, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else?”

“Positive,” you assure him. “I’m full of chocolate chip cookies, anyway. Here, you want one? They’re still a little warm.”

Jungkook eyes the box you pull out of your bag hungrily. “Hell yes. I can smell them from here.” Laughing, you push the box toward him and watch as he pulls a cookie out and takes an enormous bite. “Thanks,” he says in between chews, his cheeks puffy. You can’t help but smile when he takes a sip of water to wash it all down, his eyes growing round.

Turning to Seokjin, you offer him a cookie as well, which he declines with a graceful wave. “I should be feeding you, not the other way around,” he remarks. “You got the carbonara, right? I’ll go see if it’s ready.”

With one last glance at the patrons sitting at the bar, Seokjin departs with a promise to be back in five minutes. Jungkook finishes off his cookie, and you’re considering offering him another when a familiar chirpy voice sounds from your left.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here! What do you think—should we sit at the bar?”

You whirl in the direction of the voice, your eyes immediately landing on a group of three girls standing near the entrance. Two of them you don’t recognize, but the third you’ve seen before. Mina, you’re pretty sure her name was, and you’d recognize her anywhere. The last time you’d seen her was at the restaurant on the night of Jimin’s and Jungkook’s graduation, and your face heats at the memory of everything else that transpired that night.

“Welcome!” Jungkook draws you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see that he’s wearing a bright, welcoming smile. “Were you looking to sit at the bar, or at a table? It looks like there are a few empty spots at the end of the bar, if you ladies would prefer that. Otherwise, I can take you to a table.”

Mina’s face lights up in recognition, and you’re forced to hide your scowl in your water glass. “Hey, we’ve met before, haven’t we?”

“You work at that place a few blocks down, right?” Jungkook jabs a thumb in the general direction of the street. “I’ve seen you around.”

She giggles and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “That’s right, yeah! I remember you now. Graduation, right? You were my best table of the night.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I bet you tell everyone that.”

“Not a chance,” Mina answers, looking him up and down before a coy smile curves her lips again. “I only say what I mean.”

“Honesty is the best policy,” Jungkook says agreeably. Then he turns to you, distractedly fiddling with his apron as he speaks. “Jin should probably be back with your food soon. Are you okay to sit here by yourself for a bit?”

You can only nod, still staring down into your water glass. “Yeah, sure. Go on, then.”

He smiles and gestures for Mina and the girls to follow after him, and you’re positive you don’t imagine the triumphant look that flashes across Mina’s face before she departs. Frowning, you grab a cookie from your box and break a piece off, grateful for the distraction. Seokjin drops off your carbonara a minute later, and you find yourself suddenly ravenous as you dig into the steaming bowl of spaghetti.

Jungkook returns to your side about five minutes later, raking a hand through his hair as he replaces his notebook back in his apron pocket. “Man, I’m beat,” he remarks. “Thank god Mina and her friends didn’t order anything complicated. My brain would’ve exploded.”

“Thank god for that,” you echo dully. Unwillingly, your gaze drifts over to where Mina is now sitting, chatting happily with her friends. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Seeing Mina here, of all places. I mean, what is she even doing here?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but most people go out and have fun on their days off,” Jungkook responds dryly, a grin breaking across his face when you roll your eyes at him. “Or wait… could it be that you’re jealous?”

You scowl. “Don’t be stupid.”

Jungkook just laughs, tilting your chin up with two fingers so he can look you in the eye. “It’s okay,” he says, his thumb brushing softly along the corner of your lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, princess.”

You don’t know how to respond to that, and thankfully you don’t have to. Seokjin returns with a takeout container for you to put your leftovers in, shrugging off your gratitude when you offer it.

“I’m discounting your food, too,” he says, leaving zero room for argument. “Any friend of Jeon’s is a friend of mine.”

Jungkook’s shift ends half an hour later. He turns on his roadtrip playlist on the drive home, and you are more than happy to let the music wash over you, eliminating any need for conversation and drowning out your thoughts.

“See you later, princess,” he says once he’s pulled into your driveway, following your every move as you climb out of the passenger seat.

It sounds like a promise coming from his lips, and you can only nod. “See you.”

///

You’re in the middle of buttering a piece of toast for breakfast the next morning when there’s a knock on the front door. Perturbed, you walk over to answer it, wondering if perhaps Jimin has forgotten his keys again, but when you peer through the peephole it isn’t Jimin who stares back at you.

“Jungkook—” you begin, swinging open the door, but he cuts you off before you can finish, taking your face in his hands and pressing his mouth to yours.

“Hey,” he whispers once he’s had his fill, pulling back just enough to mumble the greeting against your lips. “They’re all gone for the day, right?”

“Yes,” you confirm, still reeling from the suddenness of his appearance and the subsequent kiss. “But how did you—?”

“Jimin told me,” Jungkook answers shortly, before pulling you close and kissing you again. This time, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours, following his lead as he ushers you back upstairs and breaking the kiss only once in the process. He lays you down onto your bed, the mattress dipping under your combined weight, and you sigh when he moves down to nip at your neck.

“No marks, Jungkook,” you remind him breathily. “You can’t leave marks.”

A low whine escapes him. “Can’t you wear a scarf?”

“It’s the middle of summer!” you huff in amusement, smacking his arm when he whines again and stubbornly sucks at the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

Jungkook’s breath is hot against your skin. His fingers find the elastic waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them off your hips and down your legs, and you kick them off as soon as they’ve reached your ankles. Hungrily, his gaze traverses the newly revealed skin, and you shiver when he gently trails his fingertips up your calves and all the way to the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “Jungkook,” you sigh. “I haven’t shaved in days.”

“Ask me if I care,” he replies hoarsely, leaning down to press the flat of his tongue against the growing damp spot seeping through the cotton of your underwear. It’s far from your sexiest pair—you’d categorize them as granny panties, in all honesty—but Jungkook doesn’t seem the least bit fazed as he hooks them aside and licks a broad stripe all the way up to your clit. “Want you,” he groans, and the vibrations from his voice send a volt of tingling electricity straight up your spine. “Want you in every way I can have you.”

You don’t respond. You don’t have to, because Jungkook is diving in with the enthusiasm of a man starved, tossing your underwear aside carelessly before banding his arms around your legs to hold you open. His face disappears between your thighs until only the top of his hair is visible, the dark strands mussed. Lips parting in a moan, your fingers find their way to his head, tangling at his roots, and Jungkook parts from your cunt briefly to groan his approval. Then he’s eating you out again—alternating between broad licks and teasing flicks to your clit before his tongue delves into your entrance, inhaling deeply as if he just can’t get enough.

The sun rises higher into the sky, beaming through your window and illuminating Jungkook’s head and shoulders in warm, hazy gold. You chant his name as you reach your high, spurred on by his teasing tongue and whispered words of encouragement, and the grin he wears when he straightens back up is near blinding. Slowly, he peels off his shirt and shucks off his jeans until he’s completely bare before you, the sun painting him in warm strokes of color. Deliberately, he crawls up your body, hiking up the hem of your shirt as he does. He plants kisses into your newly bared skin, and when he reaches your lips he settles there as if that’s where he’s meant to be.

Jungkook kisses you slowly. He kisses you deliberately—sensually—and you melt into his gentle touch, relishing in the feel of his bare body pressed so intimately against yours. You don’t miss the way his cock hardens against your thigh, but Jungkook seems to be in no hurry to do anything about it. Instead, he cups your cheeks and licks into your mouth, and you’re all too willing to part beneath him like a flower in bloom.

The rest of the afternoon passes like this—hot kisses and slow fucking, the two of you meshing until you’re no longer sure where you end and he begins. You keep an eye on the time, though, and by the time your parents and Jimin return home, you and Jungkook are showered and dry, sitting on the living room floor embroiled in a Mario Kart tournament.

“No fair! You played without me?” Jimin whines, plopping down between you and trying to wrest the controller away from Jungkook. “C’mon, let me have a turn. You’ve been at it all day!”

Jungkook’s gaze flickers up past Jimin’s shoulder to meet yours, his lips twitching in barely suppressed mirth. “Yeah. We sure were.”

///

“God, I’m going to be sore for the next month.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” your brother snorts, squeezing your cheek between his thumb and index finger like you’re a small child. His three o’clock dance class has just wrapped up, and people are slowly filtering out of the studio. A few of the younger women glance back toward where you’re standing with Jimin, and you have no doubt they’re vying for one last look at your brother in his tight-fitting joggers and loose tank that keeps drooping off one shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you suppress the urge to loudly bring up the time he walked into a sliding glass door and nearly chipped his tooth. Instead, you pinch his cheek back, and laugh when he pouts.

“Ow, hey! What happened to giving me all your love and support?”

“Please, Mom made me come to your class,” you retort, batting his invasive hand away. “I think she just wanted me out of the house.”

Jimin laughs. “Can’t blame her. You’re a goddamn freeloader.”

“Seriously? Because in that case, I’m dying to hear what that makes you.”

Thoroughly nonplussed, Jimin pinches your other cheek before dancing away on light feet. “I’m an angel. Now go away, so I can get ready for my next class!”

Rolling your eyes again, you heft your bag over your shoulder and turn on your heel. “Fine, fine. Good luck, and all that. See you at dinner.”

Jimin doesn’t respond, and when you peer over your shoulder at him, he’s already sprawled on the floor and reaching for his toes in the unmistakable first step of his warm-up routine. He waves when he sees you watching, and you stick your tongue out at him playfully before exiting the studio and heading for the door. You’ve borrowed your dad’s car for the day, and hum cheerily as you climb into the driver’s seat.

You spend the rest of the afternoon running errands—stopping by both the post office and the bank before heading for the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for dinner. By the time you get back home, Jimin has finished teaching at the studio as well, and you fix him with a stare as you plop two full bags of groceries in front of him on the kitchen counter.

“Care to help me carry the rest in?”

“Not really,” he replies, but he stands up and follows you outside to the car nonetheless.

Once all the groceries are inside and unpacked, you begin prepping for dinner. Jimin, to his credit, offers his help without you even having to ask, and with his assistance you finish cooking in record time. Your parents join you in the dining room, and together you enjoy the meal over the evening news.

You retire to your room after dinner, cracking open your laptop to go over the details of your internship for the umpteenth time. You’ve read the emails and the attached documents so many times you practically have them memorized, but the anxiety gnawing at your belly refuses to be quelled. You’re returning to Seoul in less than a week, and your empty suitcase sits in the corner of your childhood bedroom like a taunt. You wonder, briefly, if you should start packing.

“Nah, it can wait,” you decide, muttering the words to your nonexistent audience. Standing up, you stretch lazily before exiting your room and heading down the hall to the bathroom that you and Jimin share, muffling a yawn behind your hand.

You’ve just finished brushing your teeth when your phone vibrates against the bathroom counter, a notification lighting up your screen. Spitting into the sink and rinsing off your toothbrush, you towel off your face before picking up your phone, blinking owlishly at the text.

[11:08pm] Jungkook: can you come over?

By itself, it’s not an unusual request. At this late an hour, though, you can’t help the unease that rises up in your belly. And as if sensing your apprehension, your phone vibrates again.

[11:09pm] Jungkook: my parents are out

[11:09pm] Jungkook: please? i could use some company

There’s an edge of desperation in his last message—something you haven’t seen in him since you returned home. It reminds you a bit of the Jungkook you used to know—the scrawny, gangly one with a nose too big for his face and an all-encompassing fear of the opposite sex. Give me ten minutes, you tell him.

Okay, Jungkook writes back. See you soon.

The next few minutes are a blur. You slather on some moisturizer and consider changing out of your pajamas and putting on a bra, but dismiss the thought immediately. Jungkook has seen you in far less, and you’re staunchly opposed to putting a bra back on after a certain hour of the night. Besides, he’s sure to dispose of your clothes at some point, so there’s little point in changing. With that thought in mind, you tiptoe out into the hall, past your parents’ bedroom and Jimin’s closed door. You carefully edge around the creakiest floorboards and hop over the two steps in the staircase that always groan when subjected to additional weight. Gingerly, you edge open the front door, just enough to slip out into the night.

The trek across the yard doesn’t take long, and Jungkook swings the door open before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey,” he says, and you can’t help but smile at the familiar round glasses perched on his nose. He’s in his pajamas as well—a blue and white checkered set that’s about two sizes too big—and when he ushers you inside, you catch a whiff of his floral laundry detergent.

“Hey,” you say. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Long day,” he sighs, raking a hand through his already tousled hair and mussing it further. “Come on in. You want anything to drink?”

You shake your head, stepping into the entryway and watching as he closes and locks the door again. Jungkook nods and shuffles to the kitchen, where he pours himself a glass of water from the faucet and downs half of it in one swig. His throat bobs as he swallows, his head tilted back to expose the long line of his neck, and you step a little closer as he turns to refill the glass.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll have some water too.”

“Mm. Okay.” Jungkook turns and fetches a second glass, filling it to the brim before handing it over. Then he takes your free hand and leads you upstairs, taking a left turn into his bedroom and nudging the door closed with his foot.

“So…” you begin slowly, putting your water down on the nightstand and reaching for the hem of your shirt. “We need to be quick. My mom’s a light sleeper, and I’m pretty sure I heard Jimin playing games in his room when I walked by.”

Jungkook chuckles and lays his hands over yours, stilling your attempt to take off your shirt. “When did you turn into such a horndog, Noona? Maybe I just want to hang out.”

You blink. “Did you just want to hang out?”

Jungkook plops onto his bed and grabs you by the waist, tugging you down and into his lap. “I mean, yeah—I thought that was obvious. Figured we could watch a movie or something.” Grabbing the tv remote, he switches on the television hanging on the opposite wall. “Any suggestions?”

You hesitate. You’ve been in Jungkook’s bedroom just once since you’ve come back, and the memory of the way he’d bent you over the desk in the corner sends a pulse of heat to your cheeks. Tearing your gaze away from the piece of wooden furniture, you instead focus on the television screen, watching as he navigates over to the Netflix menu.

“We can go old school too, if you want,” he remarks as he scrolls through the list of new arrivals. “I have a DVD player.”

That draws a laugh from your lips. “When was the last time you purchased a DVD? Last I checked, you only had Kung Fu Panda, Iron Man, and two copies of Titanic for some reason that you still won’t tell me.”

Jungkook laughs, his chest rumbling against your back. “Call it human error,” he says, looping his arms comfortably around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder. “How do you feel about going super old school? I can get the VHS player out of the basement and pop in one of the Pokémon movies.”

“I’m sure we won’t have to resort to that,” you assure him, grinning. “Here, why don’t we just watch Iron Man? Three’s your favorite, right?”

“Three is everyone’s favorite,” he says, scrolling over to the appropriate menu and clicking play. “It’s the best one, hands-down.”

“Won’t argue with you there.”

The movie starts, and you shift off Jungkook’s lap to switch off the lights. Darkness overtakes the room as the screen lights up with the opening credits, and when you return to the bed, Jungkook has sprawled comfortably against the pillows lining the headboard. His eyes remain glued to the screen even as he reaches for you, and you hesitate for only a second before joining him, laying down beside him and letting his arm find its way around your shoulders. The scent of floral laundry detergent fills your nostrils, and you subtly nestle a bit closer, resting your head on his chest.

This isn’t the first time Jungkook has seen this movie. You know this for a fact, yet that doesn’t change how raptly he watches the screen, the action sequences reflected perfectly in his glasses. He’s practically vibrating with excitement by the time of the final showdown, mouthing along to the lines, and you hide your smile in the blue-and-white squares of his pajama shirt as the music swells.

It’s well past midnight by the time the credits roll. Jungkook seems perfectly content to lie on his bed with his arm around you, and when you make to get up, his grip slides down to your waist to hold you in place. “You gotta watch the credits all the way through,” he says, blinking at you with bleary eyes now that the adrenaline from the final showdown has worn off. “There’s a post-credits scene, remember?”

You shake your head, but let him pull you back down onto the mattress regardless. “I’m sure you already know what it is. Why don’t you just tell me?”

“What’s the fun in that?” he asks with a grin.

The end credits continue—an endless stream of names scrolling down the screen. Your eyes begin to droop, the words blurring together, and it’s only when the music stops and the final scene begins that you jolt awake. Jungkook is faring no better than you are, suppressing a yawn behind his hand as he watches the last bit of the film through half-lidded eyes. Then the screen goes dark, and silence descends over the room once more. You glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand and see that it’s nearly two in the morning. A look back at Jungkook reveals that both his eyes have fallen shut, and you slowly begin wriggling free from his embrace in order to head home.

You’ve barely moved an inch when Jungkook’s arm tightens around your waist. “Stay,” he mumbles sleepily, one eye cracking open.

You should say no. You should head home to the safety of your own bed. But there’s something about Jungkook—something soft and fond in his tired gaze and something vulnerable in the way he’s holding you so tightly against his pajama-clad body with his hair in complete disarray and his round glasses askew. Heaving a sigh, you reach up to take them off his face, placing them neatly on his nightstand.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll stay.”

Jungkook smiles sleepily and shuts his eyes. “G’night, then, Noona.”

“Night, Jungkookie.”

Within seconds, his breathing evens out, and you know he’s off in dreamland. Twisting in his grasp, you tug your phone out of your pocket and set a quick alarm for six o’clock. Neither of your parents wake up until seven at the earliest, and Jimin would sleep until three in the afternoon if he could get away with it, so you’re certain that you’ll have plenty of time to sneak back into the house. Besides, Jungkook’s bed is comfortable, and his chest is practically a furnace against your back. You aren’t sure you could work up the energy to leave even if you tried.

So instead, you settle back into his embrace and let sleep whisk you away.

///

There are birds chirping outside the window when you open your eyes the next morning, blinking blearily against the sun shining through the curtains. The blanket is tangled around your legs and there’s an arm looped around your waist, and you sit bolt upright when realization dawns. Jungkook groans and mumbles something unintelligible, but you don’t pay him any mind as you twist out of his grasp, clutching for your phone on the nightstand.

7:03am.

Shit.

Throwing your legs over the side of the bed, you rise to your feet and shove your phone into the pocket of your pajama pants. Jungkook makes a sound that vaguely resembles your name, and you spare him a glance as you fumble for your shoes. He’s flat on his back, blinking hair out of his eyes as he fights to stay awake. “Hey,” he manages, his voice raspy.

“I gotta go,” you whisper urgently, successfully putting your shoes on the right feet and wrenching the door of his bedroom open. And then you turn and dash out, leaving a very sleepy, very disheveled Jungkook blinking after you.

Your house, when you carefully crack open the front door and poke your head inside, is quiet. Much to your relief, you don’t hear any of the telltale signs that your family is awake and downstairs yet—no drip of the coffee maker and no sizzle of bacon or eggs. From upstairs, however, you can distantly hear the sound of the shower, so you dart inside and toe off your shoes, padding into the kitchen to start the coffee maker. You check the alarm you’d set the night prior as you scoop coffee grounds into the filter, and curse under your breath when you realize you’d somehow managed to select six PM instead of AM.

You’re seated in the living room with a mug of fresh coffee when Jimin shuffles in with damp hair and a sleepy frown. “You’re up early,” you remark.

“I have a morning class to teach,” he replies, yawning widely as he grabs a fresh mug. “What’s your excuse?”

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Fair enough.”

Suppressing another yawn, your brother turns his attention to the refrigerator, rooting around for the milk. And you return yours to the window, where you can see the side of the Jeon’s house, and Jungkook’s bedroom window on the second floor. There are no signs of life from within, and you wonder if he’d gone back to sleep after your departure. Considering how tired he’d looked last night, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

Chaeyoung’s voice echoes in your mind then, soft and wistful. It always seemed like he had a bit of a thing for you. Happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. And honestly? I think it was because of you. We never really forget our first crush, do we?

And then Jisoo’s words rise up in your brain, just a bit louder. He’s a heartbreaker. He never, ever stays until the morning.

So why, then, did you wake up in his arms today?

[ppersonna]

thunder - ksj | m

your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. do you know you're unlike any other? you'll always be my thunder. - thunder, boys like girls

↳ summary- you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year.  apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

↳ word count- 6k

↳ genre- fluff, tiny angst, smut, comedy

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, light dom!jin, light sub!reader, fucking in tents haha ha ha ha, cum play, cum eating, possessive dirty talk

↳ a/n- wow hello! its been so long since i uploaded a fic i almost forgot how to do it! i would like to give you a fic that i’ve had in my storage since march, and one i’m excited to finally finish. i’d be nowhere without @taetaewonderland​ @xjoonchildx​ @ladyartemesia​ for hyping me up to post it in the first place.  thank u to @shadowsremedy​ for being my fav beta ily ily ily. enjoy my babes! pls feel free to message me!

 “Kim Seokjin, if you got us lost, I’m going to murder you,” you seethed as your pulled your booted foot out of a slick puddle of mud. 

“I didn’t get us lost, dear. The map is wrong,” he replied coolly as he twisted the crumpled map from portrait to landscape, and back again. “I’m an excellent navigator, but when the tools I have are faulty…”. 

You grumbled, stopping your walk to sit on a fallen log. You sighed audibly at your best friend, still maneuvering in the small clearing in the forest, trying to match the map to where you were. You chanced a look at the sky as you sought to catch your breath and sate your anger. Dark, heavy clouds were forming, the kind that didn’t just indicate a sprinkle but a torrential downpour. 

“Shit, Jin. It’s going to storm soon,” you warned.  

He stopped his map seeking and glanced at the sky, frown buried deep in his face. 

Instantly, as if it never changed, he returned to his bright and cheery demeanor. 

“Well! Looks like we should work faster to make it back to camp, huh?” 

Seokjin would be excited for an unexpected kink in your plans. The boy was obsessed with “roughing it”. You agreed to one weekend with minimal hiking. Camping, in your opinion, was meant to be spent drunk around a fire eating s’mores and telling scary stories, not walking for miles through nothing but trees, mud, and probably bears.

Camping had never been your favorite hobby, and you allowed Seokjin to take you off trail backpacking once per year. The man looked forward to it, planned it several months in advance, and counted down the days until he stuffed you in his Jeep down a deserted forest highway to the campsite. 

Only, Jin never took the “minimal hiking” thing too seriously. 

“It’s an easy hike,” he had promised you that morning as you set up camp. “More of a stroll than anything.” 

You kicked at the dirt beneath you now, upset you had listened to the dark-haired man’s empty promises. 

“How about we just go back the way we came from?” You suggested as you stood up and brushed the dirt off your backside from the log. 

“Nonsense,” he sniffed. “I’ve got it right here. We can take this trail,” he gestured at a clearing through the trees, “for about a mile, turn left at the open valley, and we’ll be back at camp two miles after that!”  He proclaimed his findings as if it were so easy, so obvious. 

“Great, three miles of hiking. After we’ve already done four, at least.”

“Yes, my ever-positive sunshine, you should be happy I found us a shortcut.” He patted your head and smiled at you as he adjusted your backpack strap that was sliding off your shoulders. He lingered, eyes on you and your lips for just a fraction too long, before he turned and began leading you through the forest. 

Your heart was racing, unrelated to the elevation or the hike. 

You gave in so easily to Jin not because he was your best friend since childhood, but also because he was the man you were hopelessly in love with. 

You’d been smitten with the older boy since your senior year of high school, when he jokingly asked you to prom and you realized you wanted Seokjin courting you to be a regular occurrence. 

You stayed by his side through it all, all girlfriends and breakups. It hurt to watch him with another, but maintaining his friendship was more important than anything else and you weren’t about to lose him to a crush that you could easily just avoid. 

Seokjin was attached to your hip, a fact your friends never let you live down. They were relentless in encouraging you two to be alone, and for you to admit your feelings to him. They told you they were sure he would reciprocate it.  

Unbeknownst to them, you had admitted it. 

You and Jin once got messy drunk on the floor of your apartment, where you slithered up into his lap and whispered your secret devotion to your best friend. Seokjin merely laughed and kissed your nose. You were so embarrassed and rejected you never brought it up again. Best to leave it be, rather than bring a 15 year friendship to a screeching halt. 

So—you valiantly stood by him as his best friend and confidante. You were there when he excitedly told you about his new girlfriend, or when he called you crying over their breakup. Your heart twinged at both; you wanted to be the reason for his excitement and the balm to his wounded heart. 

You allowed Seokjin to take you on all his wild adventures. Like now—traipsing through the forest with no direction in sight, because you would have done nearly anything for the boy.

A crack of thunder shook you from your thoughts and you jumped at the sudden sound. 

“Ah, so cute,” he smiled at you, “still afraid of thunder?”

You blushed and pouted. “It just surprised me, is all.”

He smirked as if to say he didn’t believe you and nodded. “We should get a move on, don’t want to get caught in the rain.” 

You shivered at the thought. It was already cool in the forest; the trees providing enough coverage it locked out any sun, if there had been any. You quickly moved in step behind your best friend. It only took a few minutes of silence before the telltale pitter patter of droplets on leaves began. A fat raindrop landed on your forehead. 

“Fuck,” you groaned. “It’s starting.”  

“I know,” Jin suddenly looked worried, his confident demeanor cracking. He looked back at you and tightened the straps on his backpack. 

“Let’s run?”

You were powerless to deny any request from him. Plus, you didn’t really feel like getting drenched. 

You adjusted your own backpack and took off, running through the quickly dampening forest beside Seokjin. 

The rain came in a downpour. It hit you hard, blurring your vision. Seokjin slipped his hand into yours, not wanting to lose you in the storm. You pushed your legs in time with his, jumping around fell logs and rocks and skipping large puddles. 

You were drenched as Seokjin pulled you into a makeshift canopy of rocks, a momentary pause from the storm to catch your breath. Your hair was soaking wet, as if freshly showered. Seokjin’s hair stuck to his face, and you smiled as he looked at you with concern. It only took a moment until you were both bursting with laughter, finding humor at the moment. 

It was something you loved about Seokjin. He always knew how to make you laugh in times it seemed impossible. 

“This sucks,” you spoke through your joyful laughter.  He nodded in agreement. 

“I think we’re almost back. We need to turn soon, and then we’ve got about two more miles. You ready?”

You agreed and pushed back the slick hair in your eyes, before doing the same for him. His eyes sparkled. You didn’t know what it meant. 

In an instant, you were running again. The backpack bounced against your back and rain pounded your body. The things you did for Kim Seokjin. You were whipped, and you knew it. 

The trail seemed like it went on forever. You both became so tired of running that you slowed and trudged slowly through mud as rain pelted you, accepting your fate of soaking to the bone. You were sure you had never been this drenched in your life.  Your clothes were stuck to your body and dripping down into your shoes and socks. Your teeth chattered in the breeze—it felt as if the wind whipped right through you.  The sky rumbled again, as if warning you to hurry lest it dump more rain on you.

Seokjin was always the caring companion. He rubbed your shoulders and arms to warm them up and promised a roaring fire. You hated how much it made your heart burst.

You were very much looking forward to your one-man tent, stocked with a sleeping bag and blankets. You could strip down and dry off and slip into the warmth of your own personal nest. 

Seokjin waxed poetic about his own spacious tent—a lofty family sized one, and how he made sure he brought his sleeping bag along with 8 thick blankets, and how he couldn’t wait to snuggle down into his own.  Seokjin was the picture of preparedness. He even kept a locking box full of snacks in his tent because the boy was a foodie and couldn’t survive without the treats. It came in handy. 

“What would you do if we were stuck out here forever?” You posed to your best friend, curious about his response and desperate to pass the time as you hiked. 

“Well,” he thought aloud. “I’d miss the guys. But I’d be happy to be stuck out here with you.”  

Your cheeks flushed. 

“You wouldn’t miss, ah—what’s her name? Miya?” 

Seokjin shrugged. “She’s fun. She’s not you, though.”

You couldn’t help but grumble internally. She was good enough to date, and you weren’t. She was different in some respect. 

“Are things not going well with her?” You asked, secretly hoping they weren’t.

“It’s fine. She’s nice and all,” he sighed.  “Just, there’s no spark there, you know?”  

You knew all too well. Any man you tried to date paled compared to your best friend, and the fireworks behind your every heartbeat when you were near him.

“What about you?” He was peering into your eyes and into what felt like your soul. “You and Jungkook sure seem cozy.” His tone sounded annoyed, sarcastic even.

You couldn’t help but bark a laugh. 

“Oh god, no,” you shook your soggy head.  “Not my type. We’re good friends and that’s it. Plus, I’m sure he’s into Jimin.”

Seokjin shrugged again. “You sit on his lap and cuddle up to him all the time…”

“Are you jealous?” You smirked, nudging the man.  Please, god, please be jealous.

“N-No!” He was sharp. “I’m not.”

Ouch.

You remained silent, eyes downcast at your muddy boots as you walked alongside the man.

“Sorry,” he mumbled after a beat of silence. 

“Don’t worry about it, Seokjin. I got it—loud and clear.”

Seokjin looked hurt, a wave of dissatisfaction crossing his features. He wanted to say something, mouth opening to continue his apology. You ignored it wholly. He knew your feelings. There was no way he couldn’t remember that night. You pushed ahead of the man, walking in front of him to avoid his pained gaze and likely hurried apology.  

The light of day was leaving. Everything around you was steadily getting darker, and the rain showed no sign of giving up. You silently begged to be back to the safety of your camp soon, lest you become walking mountain lion bait.

“There’s camp!” Seokjin finally pointed and ran through the rain ahead of you.

“Oh thank fuck,” you sighed, feeling as if it lifted a weight from your shoulders. You couldn’t wait to strip out of your soaking clothes and slither into your blankets.

“Oh shit,” Seokjin whispered, stopping where he stood.  You followed his gaze, concerned about what stopped the boy so quickly.   

Your tent was ripped open, the insides of it exposed to the wind and rain. Everything you owned was soaking wet. You had set it up in a clearing with not too many trees above it, and it appeared the lack of protection against the wind and rain tore the poor fabric to shreds.

A worn-out and distraught sob left your lips.

“No!”  

You ran to the tent and nearly cried. Fortunately, beyond just being soaking wet and useless for the night, everything was intact. There was only no warmth to be had. No warm clothes to change into. Nothing.  

“What the fuck am I going to do?!” 

Seokjin placed a hand on your shoulder.  

“You can share with me?” He sounded hopeful. “We can hang your clothes to dry and when the storm passes, we can build a fire and let your tent air out.  But you should probably sleep in my tent tonight.” 

You bit your lip. You had slept with Seokjin in more beds than you could count, always being forced to share a bed as the designated ‘best friends who don’t care’.  And it was never easy for you. You always woke up with the delicious scent of his cologne and shampoo, and your body curled around his. His hardness would always be pressed up against you, and it took all you had not to wrap your mouth around it to wake him up.

“Yeah, thanks Seokjin,” you breathed. “I’m fucking freezing. And I’m tired. I just want to get some sleep.”

Seokjin slipped his backpack off and pulled yours off your frame. He hung them from a sturdy branch, protected by layers of trees overhead, to let them dry.  

“I have some towels in my tent, go on in. You can get dry and hand me your wet clothes to hang. Then you can get in the blankets and I’ll make us something to eat.”

You blushed. Seokjin hadn’t seen you fully naked, ever; at least not since you were toddlers.

Slipping into his blankets while stark nude would be a dream. It was something you fantasized about more than you’d care to admit. But, in the current conditions, being naked and clammy in the blankets next to your best friend who didn’t return any feelings for you sounded more like an awkward moment waiting to happen.

If Seokjin noticed anything, he didn’t show it. He acted as if making you strip in his tent was a normal thing, nothing out of the ordinary. 

“I’ll wait out here,” he nodded dutifully. 

You slipped out of your muddy boots and socks, and into his tent. It was nice and spacious, and the blankets looked incredibly enticing. It was kind of Seokjin to let you stay with him, even kinder that he would remain soaking wet to make you something to eat. Your body felt so worn out and drained, and you were sure he did too. 

You peeled the wet clothing off of you, every bit, before sticking your head out the door and handing him the clothes.  

“Don’t worry about food, okay? You should get dry too.”  

He wrinkled his forehead. 

“You sure?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

“I’m sure. Plus, we have your snacks.”

“Ah, good thinking,” he shot his finger guns at you. “I’ll be there in a minute, then. Hand me a towel and I’ll get undressed out here.”

You shyly handed him a towel, now very aware that you and Seokjin would be in the same tent—naked. The thought thrilled you as much as it scared you. 

It didn’t take long to burrow yourself into his freshly made bed roll, sliding into the neat layers. Seokjin was nearly military in his routine and order.  Everything was always tucked, pressed, and laid down perfectly. 

Your body wracked with shivers and chills—the blankets and sleeping bag were cold from the ambient air outside. You folded yourself together in a fetal position to maintain some warmth. It felt good to lie down on the soft bed mat, but the blankets were doing nothing to provide warmth. 

The sound of the zipper opening the front door flap of the tent made you shake harder. You could feel the wind blow through the opening now. The sound of the storm was loud, and you were grateful for the heavy tarp covering Seokjin’s tent. It provided some respite from the wind and kept all water off the tent. At least Seokjin had been smart in his setup. You ignored the man’s suggestions to set up better, and you were fully regretting it now.

Seokjin had the towel wrapped around his waist and stepped about the tent easily. He dabbed at his upper body with a smaller towel from his suitcase and rubbed his hair dry. The normally perfectly coiffed head was now static-y and sticking up wildly. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so cold. 

Seokjin moved around you and slid into the blankets, leaving a large space between you, before he threw the towel around his waist onto the floor. He was naked now; you noted internally. You both were. A shiver ran down your spine, unrelated to the relentless chill.

It was silent. All you could hear was the beating of the rain on the tarp and your teeth chattering as you shivered. 

Seokjin stole a look at you, finally, and noticed your position, holding yourself to build warmth. 

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked. 

“I’m j-j-just col-l-ld,” you whispered. “And t-t-tired.”

Seokjin didn’t reply, but you heard the scratching sound of a moving sleeping bag and rustling of blankets and suddenly felt a very warm, very naked body pressed against you. It was blissful, and you moaned out loud at the feel of him spooning you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You didn’t know what for, and couldn’t bring yourself to reply. 

You burrowed yourself down into his warmth and felt his arms wrap around you, securing you against him. He radiated heat. He felt like heaven. Your eyes closed—he had you feeling like you had stepped into a delicious sauna.

Seokjin’s muscular arms hadn’t moved an inch since they wrapped around you, but now his hands slowly rubbed at your torso, warming you everywhere his hand dragged. It felt electrifying and your body relaxed easily under his delicate fingertips. 

It started out innocent, rubbing along your stomach and side to warm you further. But his hand began straying north, reaching the crest of your breasts. Your breath hitched as he rubbed over the cold swells. Your nipples were hard from the chill and pebbled even further with the touch of his hands. It made a gasp stick in your throat.

His lips touched your neck, lightly. They were warm too. It seemed his entire body was twenty degrees warmer than your own, and every touch felt like a raging flame. His hands continued rubbing along your breasts as he laved and sucked.

 at the column of your throat.  

As instantly as it began, Seokjin stopped. His hands hovered above your breasts. 

He pressed kisses to your neck and face. “We should sleep, babe,” he sighed.  

You wanted to protest, to push him further, to take care of what he started, but you couldn’t find the energy. Seokjin’s warmth matched with the comfort of his bedroll, and the soothing rise and fall of his breath was lulling you into sleep. Even though it was still early evening, the hike and the run back to safety took it all out of you.  

Seokjin’s arms felt like safety. He secured them around you, slipping just underneath your breasts where his thumb could trace alongside the bottom as you easily succumbed to sleep.

It was still dark when you woke.  

The rain was still coming down, light this time. It sounded relaxing, soothing. Seokjin was still spooning you, sleeping soundly behind you. You twisted in his grasp to gaze at him. 

His hair was dry now, sticking out randomly about his pillow. You were sure if he saw it he’d panic, normally so precise with his looks. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, none of his chaotic energy and dramatic charisma. 

You loved every facet of Seokjin. You loved the flamboyance, the sensitivity, the deep compassion for his friends.  

You turned around, as gently and quietly as you could, and pressed a hand to his cheek—rubbing at the warm and soft flesh. He sighed softly in his sleep, moving against his pillow. An eye cracked open, and he stared at you. 

“Why are you awake?” He whispered, his voice gentle. “It’s still dark.” 

He was confused, and the look that graced his features was adorable. You wanted to photograph it and frame it, make it the lock screen of your phone. 

You shook your head. 

“Don’t know.”

Seokjin’s hand rubbed at your shoulder, then up to your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled at you. 

“You look so cute in the moonlight.”

You closed your eyes, letting his compliment wash over you. You couldn’t find the words to reply. You let him continue caressing your cheek, feeling as if you were living a fantasy where Seokjin touched you like a lover. 

You were so close to him, chest pressing against his own. Something about the quiet storm, the dark tent, had you disregarding any embarrassment you should have felt pressing your naked tits to the man's chest, but the spell of the forest had you pressing closer. Your lips were inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your lips. 

The feel of Seokjin’s lips pressing against yours was light, but felt as if all the fireworks in the world exploded behind your eyes and within your belly. It started sweet, gentle. You kissed him like you always wanted to, full of unrequited love and unwavering desire. Your arms slithered around his neck, pulling him even closer against you.  

The kiss turned deeper, mouths opening to allow the passage of tongues. He sought into your mouth, caressing yours with his own, pouring what felt like his very spirit into you. His hand left your back and slid up your sides to press against your breast. 

“Seokjin,” you murmured, feeling your brain swirl headily. “Feels good.”

He didn’t reply, only kept kissing at your neck and pinching gently at your hardened nipples. It made you cry out, gaping at the slight pain.

“If you want me to stop, tell me.” 

His words were gentle. His hands stilled, stopping all ministrations against you.

Your breath was hard and shaky, matching the erratic beat of your heart in your ribcage. Your unrequited crush of years was now roaming your body, touching you as a lover rather than a friend.

“Please, don’t stop.”

He was on you again, now bloodthirsty for any part of your skin to touch. He tugged at your nipples, suckled up your neck to kiss and lick at the shell of your ears.  You pressed against him, gasping at the feel of his now stiff cock. He circled his hips, relishing in the feel of you against him. You wondered how he would feel inside you. He was thick and long—it would be a stretch, and a most delicious and welcome one.

He pressed you back against the pillow, hovering over your body as he kissed down your neck and sucked at the pressure points there. A pleasured sigh passed through your open lips, reveling in the feel of him on your skin. It was something you dreamed about often. It felt unreal to finally have it. 

You were on display for him, and his eyes raked over you as if you were a Dalí in the Louvre. His hands slid up to cup your breasts, and you tilted your head back to moan. You didn’t care at all about how you looked, how this might be awkward in the next few hours. You cared only about feeling Seokjin within you, getting him off, succumbing to your own pleasure wrought by his hands and his cock.

“Fuck, babe,” he sighed. “Wanted this for a while.”

“Me too,” you gasped as he slid a finger down to your core, circling faintly over your slick folds.

“Have you?”

“Seokjin, I’ve been in love with you since high school.”

Seokjin closed his eyes and smiled, breathing through his nose in contentment.

“You weren’t just saying that when you were drunk then.”

You shook your head, and Seokjin opened his eyes to peer at you.

“No, Seokjin,” you whispered needily, his finger still so torturously close to your clit. “I meant it.”

He leaned down with a smile and planted gentle kisses on your cheeks, adoring and gentle.  

“I’ve been in love with you too. I thought you were just drunk. I never acted on it because I didn’t want to get my heart broken.”

He pulled up and allowed his free hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” He asked. “Like, really fucking hard. You good with that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. A deep, hearty chuckle passed between both of you, enamored with each other and the situation of being naked and intertwined together, the warmth of your matched confessions surrounding you.  

“Fuck me, please,” you begged.

And Seokjin would be loath to deny you.

His teasing finger finally slid into your core, fucking into you with ease from your slick walls.  You gasped at the welcome intrusion, eyes fluttering closed as he began a slight pace and watched the way you fell apart.

“So pretty,” he whispered. “So fucking pretty.”

He slipped another finger in, scissoring them open as he worked at you.  Your legs trembled, and it made the older man smirk.  

“Look at you,” he praised. “So easily turned into a *gushing* puddle for me.”

You nodded pathetically, back arching as he added yet another finger and pressed at the spot inside you that had your mind spinning and thoughts erasing.

“Oh—God, Jin!”

As much as Jin wanted to see you get off around his fingers, he was desperate for more. You were finally all his—something he’s wanted since he could remember. All he’s wanted was for you to be his.

He pulled his fingers from inside you and smiled as they came out slicked up with your own essence.  He ensured you made eye contact with him, then popped them into his mouth one-by-one, to suck them clean.

It made your mouth nearly fall to the floor as you watched him suck his fingers clean of you. Your body trembled with a need you hadn’t felt before. It was stronger than anything you’d felt before. It was unadulterated desire for Seokjin.

“Mm,” he sighed happily as he pulled the final digit from his mouth. “Delicious, as I thought.”

“Oh, my god,” you gaped. “Jin…,”

The man merely shook his head and smiled, crowding you down and hovering over your lips.

“You’re mine now, you got that?” 

His eyes tracked yours, watching your every movement. It took you a moment to swallow your nerves, to regain any ounce of confidence.

“I’ve always been yours, Seokjin.”

He held you down, watching you with a gleam of wonder in his eye, before surging forward and planting his lips onto yours. His tongue dove in instantly, seeking solace in the warmth of your mouth. Allowing him passage was easy, almost natural. Jin’s tongue swirled around your own as your arms slithered around his neck to bring him closer. Kissing Jin felt like everything you’d imagine it would be, and yet like nothing you could have even dreamed.

Jin didn’t just kiss you—he consumed you. He lapped his tongue into your mouth like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His chest pressed against your body and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your perky breasts pushing into his own broad chest.

“Baby,” he whispered as he pulled away. 

It sounded like a dream—the pet name fell from Jin’s lips so easily, as if it were always meant to be spoken to you.

“You’ve always been the one I wanted,” he breathed as he pressed his lips down your neck. “Always the girl I wanted and could never have.”

“Jin,” you gasped as your fingers carded through his hair. “Jin, you’ve always had me.”

He lifted his head and peered deep into your eyes again, so deep it felt like he was glimpsing into your soul.

“I only want you. No one else.”

It knocked you breathless, and it took a moment for you to refill your lungs before nodding.  

“I’m all yours.”

There was acknowledgement in both your admissions. An understanding that there was no more separation of you, and of Jin. That after tonight, it would be a partnership, and the beginnings of something more, something you’ve only dreamt of with the older man.

“Mine,” he whispered, before pressing his lips back to yours.

The kiss was sweet, nearly cloyingly sweet, as his hands cupped your face. He kissed you with every intention, every desperate plea he’s held in his heart for you.

Jin’s length pressed against you—his hips rutting minutely as he kissed you.

“Jin,” you gasped as you pulled away from his lip locked embrace. “Please, I need you.”

Jin’s charming smile spread across his lips, blooming your heart along with it.

“As you wish,” he whispered as he pressed in for another soft kiss..

Instantly, Jin flipped around and switched positions, guiding you to sit atop his hips while he settled down into the mess of blankets and pillows.

“What?” He asked as he noticed your confusion at the sudden mood change, a smirk rising on his puffy lips. “You think I’m gonna let you lay back and make me do all the work?”

There he was, your Seokjin. Never able to keep a comment to himself, regardless of the situation—always working to make you laugh. It made your heart sing.

His hands slid to grip at your hips while you lifted yourself up to hover over his hardened length, lining up the tip to just graze the wetness there.

“You see what you do to me?” You asked with a coy smile. “You see how badly I want you?”

Jin bit his lip, mesmerized by the way your cunt slicked up the head of his cock, desperate to spear into you but holding back.

“Fuck—,” he breathed. “P-Prove it.”

A smirk crossed your features before you took the plunge and allowed his length to slip inside you as you sank to his hips.  The intrusion was welcome, and you gaped at the sensation of him plunging deep.

“Oh, my God!” Jin gasped as you had taken him to the hilt.  His eyes bulged for a moment before they closed in bliss.  “You feel so fucking good.”

You didn’t need to speak. The feeling of Jin’s thick length inside of you was more than enough agreement.  He felt so thick, so long, prodding at the spot inside you that had you weak and stretching you wide to make you gasp at the sizzle of pain.  After a moment of adjusting to his size, you let your hands fall to his chest as you began to slowly rise and fall and set a pace on his cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he whined—eyes wide open and watching you bounce on him. “Shit, this is where you belong.”

You eagerly pinched at your nipples as your pace quickened, nodding at Jin’s encouraging words. Your mouth felt dry, and you felt unable to even vocalize your pleasure beyond your loud sighs and moans.

“Jin,” you breathed.

He nodded, assisting your pace by gripping your hips.  He tugged you down, face to face, to rest on his chest while your hips kept their quick speed of enveloping his cock in your tight heat.  He let a hand cup the side of your face, the other moving to grip your ass.

“You’re all fucking mine,” he grunted as he thrusted his cock up into you, matching the rhythm of your rise and fall. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good every day, baby.”

You nodded quickly, heartbeat rising as you quickened each pound.  Jin’s lips pressed to yours again, this time messier, hotter.  He licked into your mouth, desperate for any more of you he could consume.

“Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy,” he said, cock still thrusting deep inside you. “Let me fuck you from behind?”

You didn’t bother replying, simply removing yourself from his body and assuming the position on your hands and knees.  Jin scrambled to line up behind you, hand pumping his slick cock as he marveled at the sight of you presented for him.

“Take me, please,” you whispered, turning your head to peer at him with a desperate smile. “Fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

Jin hissed an expletive, before lining himself up in your sodden folds and plunging in without a second thought.  Your eyes widened at the new angle, gasping as you felt it hit different areas inside of you that had you squeaking with each hard thrust of his cock.

Jin’s hands gripped your ass, your hips, anywhere he could leave his brutal fingerprints.

“God, you take my cock like a fucking queen,” he gasped as the sound of skin slapping echoed around the tent. “Look at your pussy, so fucking wet for me.”

He marveled at the way his cock plunged deep inside you, then came out covered in your creamy slick.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna let me claim this pussy with my cum?”

The pleasure was overwhelming—it felt like every nerve ending was lit on fire, and you were a burning fuse about to detonate into a thousand brilliant explosions.  Each thrust of Jin’s thickness had you crying for more, moans echoing off the trees outside.  You were suddenly thankful you were in the middle of nowhere, allowing you to be loud and needy.

Jin reveled in your desperate sighs and the way your body pushed back against his to match his pace.  He knew his end was coming, knew it was going to be short-lived from the start. He’s wanted your body for as long as he could remember, and wanted you in his life as his lover, his girlfriend, more than just what he had been relegated to for so long.  

“Mm, baby, you look so good on your knees for me, fuck,” he gasped as his speed increased. “I can’t wait to make you cum on my cock every fucking day, love. This is my pussy now.”

Jin’s possession of your body made you see stars, vision blurring as your cunt tightened its grip around his cock.  Jin gasped at the grip and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby, fuck. Cum for me, angel. Let me feel this tiny little cunt milk me.”

The coil inside you was tightening, pulling tight and making you gasp and scream at the oncoming rush.  Jin’s pounding was relentless, making your entire body shake with the anticipation.  

Your hand dipped to circle at your clit, the ultimate piece to your end. 

The coil snapped, and your cunt pulsated wildly around his cock, vice-grip tight.  It felt as if you had been catapulted off into space, vision blurring and all sound indiscernible from the blood rushing in your ears.

Jin’s climax quickly overtook him at the feeling of your delicious heat gripping at his cock.  With just a few strokes inside you, his cock pulsed hot stripes of cum within you and painted your channel.  Something primal in Seokjin loved that he was within you now, a piece of him deposited inside. 

He allowed a few moments to pass to catch his breath, before slowly easing his spent cock from your dripping walls.  He groaned as he watched a bit of his seed drip out, and he was careful to collect it on his fingers.

“Come here,” he whispered as he pressed his chest to your back and lifted you upright, sitting on your knees.  He presented his fingers to your lips, dripping with your combined slick, and wrapped his free arm around your stomach.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and allowed the man to swirl his cum-coated digits in your mouth. It made your stomach erupt in butterflies, the taste of you and the man you’ve only dreamt about for years now on your tongue.

A crack of thunder shook you from your silent reverie, and Jin removed his fingers from his mouth before wrapping both arms around you and tugging you down to lie face to face on the mused sleeping bags.

“Now, aren’t you glad we did this?” He asked with a chuckle and a kiss to your nose.

You wrinkled your brow and smiled coyly.

“I would have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t gotten us lost.”

Jin pouted and huffed.

“I didn’t get us lost,” he sniffed with indignation. “The map was wrong.”

[pffbts]

↬genre: slice of life ; fluff ; comfort ; angst ; hint of soft romance!

↬characters: kim mingyu x reader | cameo: choi seungcheol

↬w.c: 1.5K

↬author`s note: tonight we`re back with mingyu. his one came from a very close personal spot in my heart. happy reading!! i love u all very much :)

↬synopsis: there are 13 boys who lives in your town where each of them have each of their own colors. some you know in person & some from afar so one day you sat down deciding to describe each of their colors absorbing all of their goodness and all of their flaws. you wondered what if someone in some other town ever thought of questioning when they looked at these boys, that―what if we lived in the same town?

☍ seungcheol | jeonghan | joshua | junhui | soonyoung | wonwoo | jihoon | seokmin | mingyu | minghao | seungkwan | vernon | chan

[15:45 PM] [some days you wondered if he could touch the sky, literally.]

―while the basketball court reminded the people of the town of him, for you it was the smell of home cooked meals that would defeat every restaurant`s delicacy.

it wasn`t like you never appreciated his sport skills or his math skills but most days you were just simply envious how easy mingyu makes things look like whenever he`s in the kitchen doing whatever he does.

your mother might have always nagged you saying how you will never be able to do half of the things that he does and she might be also the reason you hate him half-heartedly but at the same time you couldn`t help but admire his strong back when he cooks while you just join your and his mother at the dinner table.

every two or three months, both of your mothers who were friends since their own younger days would join at each one`s place during weekends to have some calm and quiet dinner with some occasional reminiscing of their old days while mingyu every time would secretly take an extra piece of chicken to place it on your plate.

and when your eyes will shoot up to meet with his own, you`ll catch him mouthing a, “eat up well.” with a small smile that reaches his eyes.

maybe he`s trying to make up for every time he never intentionally made you feel bad about yourself through your mother. he knew how she always compared you with him. that`s why during such weekends like giving some extra piece of meat or giving you a spoonful of broth when you`re standing next to him watching him cook, he would give some extra attentions to you without both of your mothers` knowledge so that when you walk back home, even if your mother picks another bone with you, you`ll always know that mingyu just simply loves cooking and caring for people he loves. he never does it out of a place where he wants to showcase.

most of your friends and people around you didn`t have much of the knowledge of the kind of relationship you had with mingyu because meeting him would be so random that you would be most of the time taken aback.

one of those days was that one night when you were walking back to your home from having a study session with your best friend at her place and you heard a familiar laughter from the other side of the road behind you.

looking over your shoulder, you saw none other than mingyu along with one of his closest buddy seungcheol, walking side by side and laughing to some things you didn`t quite hear.

you had your hood up over head so it was easy to hide by without grabbing his attention but before you could turn your head away and look straight ahead, mingyu, within that split second caught you with his eyes. you thought whether it was his inhumane speed in catching people with his eyes or his heartstrings vibrating with the sensation that one of his loved ones is close by and he needed to quickly find them in any way possible.

but what made you taken aback by all this and suddenly look straight ahead and just walk faster while pretending as if you never saw him didn`t ever cross your mind. you wonder what made you so nervous, it wasn`t like he was going to jump on you or something.

as you continued walking faster towards your home, mingyu called you out by your name in his softest voice and bid his friend a goodbye along with a, ‘i`ll see you tomorrow, man!’

everything happened within some few seconds―mingyu crossed the streets jogging, caught up to you and put his strong, protective arm around your shoulder hanging his palm politely in front of your chest without letting it touch you anyway while at the same time pulling you a little closer to his chest.

he had no business giving you this sudden free envelope of warmth during this cold night for no reason but you let him do what he wanted to do as long he`s just being that one good old friend of yours for a lifetime with whom you shared a single childhood polaroid picture sitting in each of your study desks.

but before you could say that it was completely unnecessary for him to walk with you by abandoning what seemed like a very interesting conversation with seungcheol some while ago, mingyu, in his very casual tone stated, ‘here, let me walk you home.’

and walk you home is what he did that night. he even stayed back to see you switching on the lights in your room and waved you a silent goodbye when you opened the window of your room to let the air pass inside. he had this dreamy look where his eyes looked like it was slightly wet and his soft bangs did their little dance on his forehead.

till to this day, you always wondered why he did that. was it out of selflessness that runs in him or was he really delighted to see you that night and decided to walk you back home as an excuse to spend some time with you?

till to this day, you`ve not figured this out but that night became one of those nights which never came back again into your life yet.

although there would be some instances where he would walk you back home when it would be dinner nights during both of your mothers` weekend days but your mother would always be there with you so things were always different.

so that was just one night when both of you were alone and the night air only acted as the background score by flowing through the trees and fluttering the leaves giving some escape to the silence that prevailed in-between both of you.

in-between some of these countable memorable incidents, both of you had some good share of eye contacts and nodding of heads when you would see him from the bleachers of the basketball court while he`s playing a game.

but that was it.

like it was said, your relationship with him was borderline formal. there wasn`t much intimacy and not much words were exchanged in-between both of you. at the end of the day, you were unsure how you would want him in your life because knowing mingyu gives you all sorts of options and conflicts at the same time.

if you gave him a little bit of a chance he would have accepted himself in any position in your life but you decided that you really didn`t have anything to give him back. his selflessness, his way of winning people`s heart without even trying, his familiarity and yet his charismatic way of putting people in a good mood was something you can never give him back.

the little you inside your head didn`t know how to perceive mingyu and you, yourself knew that you would never get to be alone with him like that night ever again so it`s better that you kept him at the friendship pedestal considering that has been the easiest lock to open all the time.

but you wished for that one person, who`d get to have him in his life from another town or this town to give their relationship with him a proper name and not be so conflicted with relationships in real life and where people stand in their life like yourself because you were definitely not something mingyu should be having in his life.

and it didn`t matter what he thought. because even if he thought something otherwise, you would still choose the easiest lock to open.

fin.

[dangermousie]

I would like to order a salty no. 3! (tropes, authors, actors)

Mmmm, our kitchen is at your command. Here is my salt shaker and it’s BIG!

Actors - I used to love Xu Kai but after the triple horror of Court Lady, Ancient Love Poetry and that esports mess with Miss Wooden Tree with Boobs, my eye starts twitching when he's mentioned for a role or even when I see a promo picture of him. He might go back on my good list at some point (I mean, I used to dislike Zhang Zhehan only to fall like a ton of bricks after WoH - great timing!) but right now any time I see his face twitch twitch twitch.

Hu Yitian is like a male Cheng Xiao - cannot act. His face doesn't do it for me either so I am just happy he mainly does moderns.

Cheng Xiao is the worst actress I've ever seen in a cdrama, which is saying something. She must have a hell of a sponsor but maybe they should stick her on a runway instead and not make me want to spork myself. She also keeps getting cast with fave after fave, as if she's on a mission to prove these men, who normally have great chemistry with anyone, cannot be defeated by her woodeness. When I think of the fact that she is about to be on my screen opposite Luo Yunxi, I begin to comprehend the cruelty of the universe.

The only good thing about the utter destruction of Zhang Zhehan (a topic I am not going to get into unless I rage stroke) is that there are two less Ju Jingyi dramas circulating out there. The only reason, she’s not the worst is because Cheng Xiao exists.

Dylan Wang and his handsome sheep face and his wooden lack of acting and the insane fact that they keep insisting on casting that man with the ultimate handsome miquetoast vibe as some violent, powerful, scary antiheroes, makes me long for...I don’t know what, but not a Dylan Wang drama. To paraphrase Groucho Marx, “whatever he is in, I’m against it.”

Wu Lei - he’s a decent enough actor but whoever thought he had the vibe for a powerful, wild, death on the battlefield barbarian general in The Long Ballad is the same person who keeps casting Dylan Wang as a badass. It burns my brain!

OK, switching to Korea. Kim Jung Hyun should make a comeback. He’s mega talented and his agency clearly leaked stuff to punish him for wanting to leave. Also, I don’t care how unprofessional he was - he was clearly having a mental heath crisis and was in an abusive relationship. Also, I don’t care if an actor is a bad person - his ex is a dumpster fire but she’s a good actress so she should act. I’d rather have a terrible person who can act (Lee Byung Hun), then a sweet person who can’t act (Taec.)

I am not sure if it’s an actors thing but whatever - people who ship actors in real life are insane and one of the reasons China had an excuse to crack down on fandom. (I don’t mean fun banter but people who genuinely believe X x Y are secretly banging. It’s called ACTING, people!)

Tropes: I love wrist-grab, noncon, amnesia, noble idiot, fakecest etc - all the tropes fandom hates either because they are overused or because they are problematic. I want my life to be original, wholesome and conflict free. I want my fiction to be the opposite.

Whoever makes period stories where the characters are modern characters in period garb should be set on fire.

Authors: Meatbun is one of the best authors and probably in Top 3 novelists I’ve ever read and people who do not appreciate 2ha (unless they cannot read it due to literally being triggered) have bad taste. And before anyone jumps down my throat for being an illiterate, I have been reading all sorts of things for decades, and was reading Euripides and Livy by third grade, took whole classes on scholastic writing and 16th century English poetry, can and do read books in three languages, and read an insane amount of both Russian and English 18th and 19th century novels.

Also, while I don’t want to compare average danmei and average het web novel since I don’t think I’ve read enough of either (I probably read over 100 web novels total but I think I’d have to read way more), a good/well-regarded danmei is way better than a good/well-regarded het web novel. I’ve never found the latter that made me really emotionally invested or one that had a wow plot.

On non-web novel front, Victorian novels and novelists were amazing. Also the whole worship of Hemingway spare style is stupid - Hemingway could get away with it because he was Hemingway. Your average author would vastly benefit from adding color to their writing.

People look down on romance novels because they are for women. Nobody looks down on those stupid spy thrillers which are equivalent for men.

If you haven’t read Jorge Amado, you wasted your entire life.

The end.

[emma-what-son]

We have long lived in the age of paparazzi, yet the public in general is ignorant about the reality of how these images are created. Many people believe that freewheeling photographers happen to stumble across reality TV stars working out in full makeup, or musicians walking very slowly to their cars outside five-star hotels, or soap actors frolicking in the surf in Dubai. What the public does not see: the paparazzi who go on holiday with celebrities; the agents who have paparazzi on speed dial; the paparazzi who give a cut of their income to the people they photograph.

But recent months have seen the paparazzi thrust, blinking and unwilling, into the spotlight. In the recently concluded “Wagatha Christie” libel case, text messages were submitted to the court in which Rebekah Vardy and her former agent Caroline Watt discussed tipping off the photo agency Splash News about the arrest of the footballer Danny Drinkwater, as well as arranging for a paparazzo to photograph – without their consent – a group of footballers’ partners leaving a restaurant during the 2018 World Cup. (Splash News and Backgrid are the leading photo agencies in the industry, responsible for most of the images sold into newspapers and magazines.)

Meanwhile, the public mania for paparazzi shots continues to grow. In January, the pop star and beauty entrepreneur Rihanna announced her pregnancy with a set of staged photographs showing her walking with her boyfriend, the rapper A$AP Rocky, in Harlem, New York City. In March, the internet went into a paroxysm of nostalgia when Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck recreated a scene from Lopez’s 2002’s music video Jenny from the Block for the benefit of a conveniently positioned photographer with a long-lens camera. In June, Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling were snapped looking like a nightmare in neon while filming the much-awaited Barbie film on Venice Beach, Los Angeles.

“I think a lot of people are quite dumb to how it works,” says the Manchester-based paparazzo Aaron Parfitt. “People think we are scumbags hanging out of trees. But these celebrities are ringing us.” He estimates that 80% of his shots are set up in advance. “I’ve been on holiday with celebrities,” says Parfitt, 22. “Most of them are reality stars. We go to Spain, shoot six bikini sets and stick them out throughout the month.”

A culture of omertà prevails. “No one wants to talk about it,” says Malin Andersson, a 29-year-old influencer and mental health podcaster from Bedfordshire. “But I have done it. I openly admit to that.” After leaving Love Island in 2016, she routinely posed for arranged shots. “It was so fucking weird,” she says. “I’d pretend to be on my phone. I felt so awkward doing it. But then it became a norm.”

Fellow Love Island alumna Rachel Finni, 30, remembers the moment she was inculcated into this secret practice. She was having dinner with a minor celebrity, having just left the show. “He said: ‘I am going to text the pap guy.’” Finni was confused. “He said: ‘Honey, paps only come if you call them!” Over the next few months, she routinely let paparazzi know her plans. “Seeing yourself in the papers and magazines every other day is the most incredible feeling,” she says.

Finni and Andersson are not alone. “When you come off Love Island, you have a year to cash in until the next season,” says Jesal Parshotam, 32, a paparazzo who works in London and LA. “The people who make it are the ones who are regularly appearing on MailOnline. Love Islandpeople go out to be photographed. They have their guy.”

It is not only lower-tier stars who contact paparazzi routinely. “Kim Kardashian has a unique relationship with the paparazzi,” says Emily Rose, whose pop culture podcast It’s Become a Whole Thing dissects the relationship between celebrities and paparazzi. Kardashian has admitted to seeking out paparazzi when she was up-and-coming; she is understood to work with favoured photographers.

Rihanna has a close relationship with the paparazzo Miles Digg, who shot her pregnancy reveal photos. “He is trusted,” says Parshotam. “She’s worked with him for over 10 years. If we’re in a crowd of 10 photographers, I’ve seen her stop and hug him.”

Whether A-lister or otherwise, the reason that celebrities notify paparazzi of their whereabouts is the same. “It’s an exposure game,” says Chad Teixeira, the chairman of the celebrity PR firm Daddy the Agency. “It’s about keeping relevant.” Teixeira often contacts paparazzi on behalf of his clients. “What everyone has to remember is that everyone is just doing their job,” says Teixeira. “Celebrities need paps to promote their profiles. Papers need celebrities to earn an income. One can’t exist without the other.”

For lower-tier celebrities, being papped regularly helps them to increase their social media following and secure brand work. Higher-tier celebrities are papped while on promotional tours for their latest project. “A common trope is famous people who are usually fairly reclusive suddenly being photographed every day canoodling with their new love, who happens to be a co-star in their movie,” says Rose. Other times, paparazzi are used to rehabilitate a celebrity’s public image after a controversy. “I know one high-profile footballer who’d had an affair,” says Parshotam. “He organised pictures of him holding hands with his family, to take the heat off the story.”

If the public has a basic understanding of paparazzi, it goes something like this: paparazzi are the cruel men, usually bald, who hounded Britney Spears to a breakdown. “I was definitely a part of that,” says 53-year-old Giles Harrison, an industry veteran who lives in LA. “That was one of the darker times in the industry.” As such, paparazzi are commonly despised. “We’re hated more than traffic wardens,” says Jaimie Harris, 31, a paparazzo turned picture editor from Essex. “People used to shout at me: ‘You killed Princess Diana!’” In her decade-long career, Harris saw much reprehensible behaviour. “High-speed chases,” she says. “All of us would go through red lights.”

The period 2004 to 2016 was a “golden era”, Harrison says. “That’s when we were making more money than we knew what to do with.” His company generated about $1.5m annually in picture sales. In the UK, the Leveson inquiry heard evidence in 2011 from witnesses including Sienna Miller, who said she was spat at and verbally abused by photographers, and JK Rowling, who said that paparazzi targeted her daughter’s primary school. But most paparazzi insist that the bad old days of Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Charlotte Church et al being taunted and harassed are in the past. “When people think of paparazzi, they think of that Britney Spears gold rush era,” says Parshotam. “But that photography was disgusting and doesn’t exist any more. We are all against it.”

With the advent of social media, margins have been squeezed. Newspapers and magazines are less willing to pay for photographs when they can lift them from Instagram for free. Celebrities unhappy about being papped can upload an image of themselves on to social media, killing the value of a paparazzi photograph. While photo sets of rarely spotted A-listers still sell for tens of thousands of pounds, mostly paparazzi make no more than a few hundred pounds at a time. “I know so many people who are giving it up or struggling,” says Harris.

Because there is less money at stake, paparazzi have calmed down. “It’s not the feeding frenzy it once was,” says Harrison. “When people can get tens of thousands of dollars for a shot, it can make people bloodthirsty.” That is not to say that intrusive behaviour does not take place. While Parshotam says he wouldn’t take someone’s photo if they asked him not to, Parfitt and Harris have done so. “I think if you’re following someone, doing covert pictures out and about, that’s fair game, even if they don’t know you are there,” says Harris. “That’s what paps are there to do. We’re there to take pictures.”

Many A-listers have reached an accommodation with the people who take their images. “Celebrities understand the benefits of it now,” says Parshotam. Harrison agrees. “It’s a lot less adversarial. As much as people overtly seem to dislike the paparazzi and the product, behind the scenes, people like it and embrace it.” This is not to say that all A-listers call the paparazzi on themselves. As a rule of thumb, the more famous someone is, the less likely they are to do this, although there are high-profile exceptions.

But when celebrities are spotted in public, most don’t mind having their photos taken, says Parshotam. “The other day, I photographed [the American model] Hailey Bieber,” says Parshotam. “I asked if it was OK to take some pictures and she said: ‘Give me a minute.’ When she was ready, I took them. I made sure there were none of her looking bad, none with her eyes closed.”

The A-listers who aren’t OK with paparazzi? Adele. Prince Harry. David Beckham. Woman-of-the-moment Coleen Rooney varies, says Parfitt. “If you get her on a good day, she doesn’t mind,” he says. “On a bad day, she tells you to fuck off.” Those who want to avoid being papped know to avoid notorious celebrity hangouts such as Carbone in New York or Chiltern Firehouse in London. “The people who want to be seen will be seen,” says Harris.

By contrast, celebrities desperate to stay newsworthy may resort to degrading antics. In 2016, Parfitt photographed a former Big Brother contestant posing naked on Blackpool beach. “She messaged me on Twitter and said: ‘I have an idea. What if I go skinnydipping on Blackpool Beach?’” he says. “I picked her up and she went on the beach and started stripping off and rolling around in the sand.” The images went viral. “She loved them. It got her back in the press, put it that way.”

But other celebrities grow tired of the hamster wheel. “You’d be going to events just to get papped,” says Andersson. “That’s how sad it was. And so was everyone else. The next day, you’d look at the Mail to see if you were on there and you’d feel inadequate if you weren’t.” When flashes start to illuminate other, fresher talents, the sense of loss can be crushing. “Seeing myself in the Mail gave me validation, but it was empty validation. Because the article would drop down in five minutes and you’d want the next one. It becomes a bit of an addiction and you start chasing it more.”

The issue with inviting paparazzi to photograph your life, says Finni, is that you start to think of everyaspect of your life, even your darkest moments, as monetisable moments. “You see people who have gone through traumatic events who are in the Mail the next day,” she says. “You think: you’re going through something so disturbing, but you called someone to come to take a picture of you?Where do you lose the sense of value of your own privacy? What message are you giving out to people who follow in your footsteps, in terms of stepping into the spotlight?” Andersson and Finni no longer arrange paparazzi shots. “It doesn’t do anything for me, but to remind people I exist,” says Finni. “And how does it benefit me to remind people I exist? It’s so empty.”

Everyone in this ecosystem is required to perform a complicated charade. Celebrities pretend they haven’t contacted paparazzi; photographers accept the public’s dislike as a necessary price for doing their job. “I’ve had people walking past going: ‘Leave them alone!’” says Parfitt. “And I’m thinking: they rang me to shoot these pictures. But celebrities can’t be seen to be working with paps. So they have to say: ‘It’s fine – I’m used to it.’” They partake in this unholy dance because it is considered unforgivably gauche to seek fame, rather than to stumble upon it en route to another destination. “We hold our hands up and say: ‘It’s set up,’” says Harris. “It’s the celebrities themselves who are embarrassed about it.”

The public partakes in this collective denial, too. As much as we heckle paparazzi in the street and pontificate about the invasion of privacy, we consume these images voraciously. Indeed, the market wouldn’t exist without customers. Harris says: “People moan: ‘Leave them alone!’ but they’re the ones looking at the pictures.”

[joontier]

The King’s Guard | Chapter 7 

pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader

series rating: R(18+) | genre: angst, forbidden love, longing, immense pining 

warnings: none to note 

word count: 6.6k

g/n: HAHGFJFIE FINALLY!!!!!!!! that is all. ((also painfully and regrettably unedited)) thank you. THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ASJDFOAWJEFI SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE? 

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 7

“Hoseok.” 

Yoongi keeps his voice low as he attempts to poke the general awake, vigorously, yet with the right amount of caution so as not to wake the naked sleeping court lady in his arms. Chaeyoung, was it? The southern king ponders on wistfully as he pulls the blanket up again to maintain the modesty in the room - if there was any left, that is. 

The young king of the south had already sensed the tension between the pair when they were first acquainted with each other. Yoongi, not a stranger to the wants of the flesh, already knew this was coming. If it only weren’t for the places they hold in the palace, they would have made a great couple. 

Surely though, the two were old enough to know that clothes were still warranted even after what Yoongi could only assume to have been a steamy evening between the two. It wasn’t appropriate to just go sleeping in the nude especially when one could easily barge in at any time of the day, just as Yoongi had done. 

The blonde-haired king continues poking at the general by the ribs, cursing when the latter won’t respond and instead rolls over to the other side, pulling Chaeyoung closer in his arms. 

Good heavens. Why does this have to be so hard? 

For one, he’d already wasted time this morning trying to locate Hoseok, who he reckons no longer enjoys sleeping in his own quarters; finding more comfort in the danger that lies with sleeping in the court ladies’ quarters instead. He makes a mental note to address this to Hoseok later as this was going to be a major headache later on. 

Should this relationship of theirs proceed with its imminent direction, not only the general will be facing the grave consequences of their actions, but the poor court lady will have to take responsibility as well. 

“Hoseok.” The young king of the south nudges him once more, this time stronger than the last. Yoongi hears the general groan in response, and lets himself sit back against the wall in relief. At least this reaction was better than the log he was trying to wake just moments ago. 

That is, until he realizes he spoke too soon. 

Hoseok rolls over and proceeds to lie on his stomach. Yoongi cards his fingers through his temple, jaw clenched as he tries to figure out a more effective way to get the general up on his feet. 

He spots a vessel on top of Chaeyoung’s dresser, and Yoongi smirks as an unorthodox idea of waking up someone pops in his head. Quietly creeping up from the floor, he grabs the clay container by its neck and tilts the vessel, pouring the water onto Hoseok’s bare back. This ought to do the job. Just as expected, the liquid had the southern general scrambling to his feet. 

Squinting his eyes as he looks around, Hoseok comes face to face with his king, eyes trained on him like a tiger waiting on his prey. Hoseok immediately sits up, cowering under the king’s daunting gaze, “M-my king…”

Yoongi promptly gets up, not wanting to bother himself with another look at Hoseok’s naked form. “Get up. Meet me by the stables,” the king orders, sliding the door open, “and next time, please maintain some dignity and remember to put clothes on before sleeping.” 

The general clambers from the court lady’s yo, taking his discarded clothes by the corner of the room as the southern king heads to the stables first. 

“Did she really knock you out that bad that you were harder to wake than a sleeping cow?” 

Even at dawn when the sun hasn’t risen yet, Yoongi sees the general blush under the sky’s soft shade of purple. “If I could say so for myself, she was quite flexible, your Highness…” Hoseok whispers shyly as he chews on his lip. Yoongi’s mouth falls agape at his general’s confession, grimacing at the awful mental images it brought to his mind this early in the morning. 

“General.” Hoseok straightens himself atop his steed, knowing that the king meant business when he calls him by his official title. “You should know that what I had said was a question I needed not answered.” 

“My apologies, my King.” Hoseok says, expression unchanging when he whispers under his breath. “It’s not like I’m the only one who’s getting frisky with the women of the palace.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he glares at the general, guiding his horse nearer to Hoseok’s, seemingly taunting the latter to say more. “Ah yes,” the general gets the message and bows, but Yoongi doesn’t miss the small smirk playing on the younger man’s lips, “this is the part where I keep my mouth shut.” 

Bored out of his wits (and disrupted from his very lovely sleep), the general turns to his king, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, jeonha, but where exactly are we headed to at this time of the day?”

“We’re already here.” Hoseok, with his question answered in the most unexpected manner, gives an awkward nod as a reply to the southern king. He studies the place where Yoongi had led him to in this early morning and in recognition, his would seemingly winces at him as he remembers the day they’ve faced death in the eyes, and luckily got away with it.

In subconscious reminiscence, Yoongi flexes his shoulders, a short tinge of pain stings through the breadth of his back. Hoseok, in similar thought, does the same, reaching over to his side to feel the slowly healing wound.

The small clearing was not as ghastly as it had been when they had first arrived at this part of the forest.  The previously horrific scenery was no more; the doltap shrine, formerly made from dead bodies toppled over each other was now replaced by actual rocks and other mementos of the deceased.

Yoongi dismounts from his horse, a small cloud of dust appearing as he lands on the ground. Just like that, he’s taken back to the same night he’d met Seokjin – the same night he and Hoseok had narrowly escaped the hands of death. The southern king closes his eyes, reliving the scene like it was just yesterday.

“Forgive me, jeonha, but why are we here? If I should say so myself, my king, we we’re lucky enough to get away last time…if we stay here any longer, I’m not particularly sure what or who could be waiting for us this time.”

“We have to look for something.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not sure too. Just… I don’t think Seokjin is dead yet.”

Hoseok looks at him, worry painting all over his features. Yoongi had never concerned himself with the capitol, all the more with its king. The southern general couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet, but he is sure that there is a missing piece of the puzzle he has yet to discover. It won’t be long before he does.

Jungkook watches you from the shade of another nearby tree, indulging himself with an apple he picked earlier on the way to the gardens. You’ve just finished teaching five new characters to the class, and as a reward for their exemplary behavior, you decided to treat them with a story – one you’re telling with such animation right now.

He joins the children in laughter when you imitate a creature: an elephant, he reckons, though he’s never seen one in real life. Subsequently, you use your arm as a trunk and even start to make the strangest sounds to mimic the animal. Peels of the sound of amusement resonate throughout the open space. Even the court ladies you’d initially came with join soon afterwards, making their best impressions of different animals.

The sight was most endearing. You’re a natural when it comes to children, Jungkook attests to himself. You were patient, caring, and kind – all the traits of a good mother already inherent in you. It was no question that you child will grow up to be just as wonderful as you are.

Being a widow though? Not so much.

Despite the bountiful radiance brought about by these children, he could still see the sadness in your eyes. Gone are your usually bright orbs, mirth and brilliance swimming freely in your pupils.

It’s only been a week since the news of Seokjin’s passing and the announcement of your pregnancy. You’d maintained your cheeriness but Jungkook fears it all might have been just a façade because your smiles never reached your eyes unlike before.

Jungkook knew you were strong. Even the whole palace would agree on that fact. You were stronger than anyone could ever admit and you were far stronger than you think you were. It was a trait of yours that even only the bravest could only hope to be bestowed with. Your resilience was one of your many characteristics that Jungkook admired so much.

But at the same time, he fears this mask of courage you put on was going to be the same thing that was going to destroy you slowly from the inside.

Jungkook understood where you were coming from. Truly, he did. He’s dealt with enough royals all his life to know that a simple display of weakness could be perceived for something far greater than it is. Royals are groomed and nurtured to perfection from the moment they are born, and in their lifetime, they are only afforded a specific set of standards they had to live by strictly, else they lose the respect of the council and subsequently, their people.

It was madness at the least, to think that royals are supposed to be as stiff as their forefathers now commemorated by figures made of stone or some precious mineral. How strangely ironic.

Crown aside, you are but a human being, a woman, who had just lost her husband, and is now burdened with having to deal with your pregnancy alone. On top of all the responsibilities of a queen, including those of which Seokjin had left you.

Jungkook knew he was a mere soldier in your eyes, but he wanted to help you in the hopes to alleviate the pain you were going through; he wanted you to know that he feels your pain and he knows the suffering of one who has likewise lost a loved one.

He knows you’re constantly pre-occupying yourself with these things, always looking for a distraction to forget your personal sentiments. Jungkook could only imagine what struggles you’re going through right now and how badly he wishes he could hold you in his arms and tell you it’s going to be alright and he’s going to be there for you no matter what.

“Jungkook? Captain?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook scrambles to his feet as he sees you looking down on him as he rested by the bark of the tree. “Jungjeon-mama!”

Chuckling, you remove a stray leaf that stuck itself to his pants. Jungkook’s heart flutters at the small gesture. “Are you alright, captain? I’ve been calling for you but you seem busy staring off into the distance…” He gulps.

“Alright. Will you accompany me to the doltap shrine then?”

“Of course, Mama.”

Just like before, the two of you walk in comfortable silence, although the captain beside you looks more tense than ever. “Jungkook. Are you sure you’re alright? If you’re unwell, I can just go on my own. You can head back to your quarters.”

The captain quickly shakes his head, but when you meet his eyes, there’s a heavy weight in his stare that you wish to mention, but you don’t want to push his boundaries any further, especially when the two of you had been closer than any of you would have imagined.

You look away as you reach the top of the tiny slope, the dock finally in view. Jungkook immediately offers his elbow for your support, and you place a hand on the same with much gratitude.

He steps into the tiny boat first, readying the oars where he can reach them easily for later. Extending a hand out, he beckons you over to the canoe. Due to an unknown factor, you miss the gap between the boat and the dock, tripping slightly as you get inside. “Mama! Our– the baby!” You laugh at your own clumsiness before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine! I’m fine… stop acting like I’m a porcelain doll…” you joke, settling yourself on the seat.

“I’m just concerned about your well-being,” Jungkook mumbles, not meeting your eyes as he fixes the oars with a pout on his face. What a big baby. Gently, you put a hand on his knee, urging him to look at you, “I know,” you give him a warm smile, “and I’m very thankful to have you nearby all the time.”

It was the whole truth. Ever since Minho came barging in with your husband’s clothes and until the announcement of your pregnancy with the council, Jungkook has always been there. Since then, you’d opted to stay inside your hanok most of the day, unless you had to come out for your official duties.

He’d always be there, waiting outside your hanok as you’re about to leave for your responsibilities. You’d even suggested having Yunho come with you instead but the stubborn captain insisted, telling you it is his greatest honor to be your personal guard.

The boat pushes forward and you tilt your head back slightly, enjoying the cool, crisp air. “It’s a beautiful day today isn’t it?”. Jungkook smiles this time, “Certainly, wangbi.”

You decide to leave the shrine late in the afternoon as Jungkook wasn’t able to bring a lamp with him. The sky is becoming a lovely purple, and as the captain manages to safely bring you both back across the river, you make your final request of the day from him. “Why don’t we sit here a while longer? Enjoy the sunset perhaps?” You’re already patting the grass beside you, leaving Jungkook no choice.

Jungkook finally gathers up the courage to ask you this time, “How about you, Mama? Are you alright?” Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of response to expect but he hopes that you will be able to recognize the true depth of his sudden inquiry.

You don’t answer at first. It seemed as if you were trying to gather your thoughts before you reply. “I’m alright,” you retort with a smile. There it is again – the ingenuine grin. “Taehyung had just visited me yesterday to recommend meals I could have prepared that will give me and the baby enough nutrition.”

Right, you were also pregnant. He almost forgot that for a moment. That was another reason he couldn’t sleep at night – could he possibly be a fath-

“How I wish my child’s father was still here to witness him or her grow up.”

Oh. Right. Jungkook chokes back a sob.

This was only one of the many times he’d realized he’d been a fool all along, but this realization had been the most painful yet.

Just as if on cue, Jungkook feels something cold hit his cheek from above. There’s a grey cloud reigning over them, like it’s giving a warning signal of the storm that’s about to come.

He turns to you, worry apparent in his features once more. “Mama, we have to go back!” Just then, there’s a downpour of water, evidently drenching you both. He extends his arm out, even offering you a ride back home on his back. You stand up on your own though, but you don’t take his hand, nor did you follow him back to the palace.

“Mama?”

“Let’s stay for a little while longer.”

“But you might catch a cold, mama.”

“Since when was a cold fatal?” The smile on your face is almost devilish and Jungkook finds himself powerless to say no. “Come on!” you urge, clapping excitedly. “When was the last time you played under the rain?”

“When I was a kid?”

“All the more reason to have fun then!”

The last time he purposefully stayed under the rain was with you, and he promised himself that he would never do it again if you weren’t going to be with him.

You were both young and your rendezvous at the southern forest were nothing short of cherished moments. There were days when the downpour was ultimately unavoidable, especially when you’re playing in the middle of the forest. Rain hadn’t stopped you both from meeting nonetheless. There were also days when he just waited at your designated meeting place, only accompanied by the angry clouds while his body shivered from the cold.

When the years had passed by, Jungkook didn’t find anything enjoyable with staying under the rain so he stayed indoors most of the time, unless it was part of his official duties. Besides, everything else seemed to lose its purpose if you weren’t in it.

Life for him was a storm he was waiting to pass, but since he’d met you that day in the forest all muddy, he learned that life was about learning how to dance in the rain. Ironically enough, you were also the sun that brought light to his life, providing him with enough energy to last for centuries.

You feel something by your feet, prompting you to jump into Jungkook’s arms in fright. The captain gets surprised by your actions, causing him to almost lose his footing. Jungkook looks down to see any damage and sees a brown slimy creature camouflaging with the grass, “Mama, it’s just a frog…”

You frown adorably, giving him a hard time with an irresistible pout. How he wishes he could just kiss you right now. “I’m not particularly fond of these creatures…” You gasp when another one croaks, tightening your grip around the captain’s arms. Jungkook’s mouth twitches in silent celebration at your touch. He may or may not have flexed his muscles too on purpose – but that was most likely a primary instinct when the woman of your dreams encourages physical contact, albeit subconsciously.

Jungkook’s jubilation is cut short when more frogs start to appear out of nowhere, causing you to squeeze even tighter, your grip bordering on pain. For some unknown, you’ve managed to latch on his back with your constant avoidance of the tiny, slimy creatures. “Jung!” you shout, now relentlessly slapping his arm; Jungkook huffs - so much for his fantasies. “We have to get out of here Jungkook!!”

The quick-witted captain crouches low enough, telling you to jump on his back. He didn’t need to actually tell you though, because the moment he’d turned around you already had your hands hooked over his shoulders, trying to get him to hurry. Because of all the movements and the noise, the frogs share the same level of alarm as you – one even manages to fasten itself on your shoe. You flail your foot about, subsequently making it fly about a few feet away and thus, making Jungkook burst into laughter.

He remembers the time he’d surprised you with a frog inside a box in front of the whole class, and now you’d managed to get a whole army of frogs chasing you both. It was a living nightmare – for you at least, Jungkook on the contrary though, is positive that he’s having the time of his life watching frogs terrify you.

Just as expected, Jungkook loses his breath from laughter, setting you down gently as you go over the slope. You’re a little bit too hesitant to let go though, that even when Jungkook has turned to face you, you’re still clinging onto his jeogori as if your life depended on it. It’s a relief when he hears you giggle in his chest, assuring him that you were no longer frightened.  

Only silence remained as the laughter dies down. There’s the muted croaking of the frogs in the distance, but other than that, you’re left standing in his arms, quiet as ever. “Is it alright if I hold you like this for a while?”

Your sudden request throws the captain off guard. He’s powerless to say no, not when this is the moment he’d been waiting and imagining for years. “Can we just stay like this for a moment longer, Mama?” His voice almost breaks, pleading at the least.

“Of course, Jungkook.”

It seems like a hug is what you both just need.  

Just as the rain pours over them, Jungkook feels his own tears rolling down hotly against his cheeks, contrasting the cold droplets of rainwater. His heart hurts. He’s crying.

Actually, you both are.

You find Yoongi lounging extremely close by the doors of your hanok two days later.

The proximity of the southern king startles you and as a gust of wind blows by, some of his bright yellowish hair fly straight into your mouth, “Yoongi!” He fumbles as he pushes his hair back over his shoulder. “Apologies my queen.” There are at least two strands left in your face and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach out his hand, taking out the strands with such tenderness, shivering when you feel the cold pads of his fingers against your cheek.

It takes you a moment before you realize what’s happening and you pull away, turning on your heel. “What are you doing here anyways?” you ask, sliding your doors close. You’re meant to wake a lot earlier than you did today and if you don’t hurry, you might just miss your music class with the village kids.

Yoongi hurries after you, trying to keep up with your pace, “I was…um…wondering if I could come to your class today?”

“You?” you think out loud, not sparing him a glance. You don’t put much thought to it with your haste to make it in time, and you tell him he’s free to do whatever he wants. He doesn’t say anything else after that, so you quicken your pace towards the palace gardens.

You reach the reserved spot in no time, with the children already settled in, chatting and playing among themselves. Just as you’d requested the night prior, your gayageum has been assembled just underneath the oak tree.

“Jungjeon-mama, who is that ahjussi behind you?” Turning to see who the child was pertaining to, you come to see Yoongi standing behind you, seemingly offended at how he’d been perceived to be way older than he actually is.

“Ahjussi?!” Yoongi exclaims, face twisted into a grimace, “Who are you calling ahjussi, kid?”

The children are taken aback by the tone of his voice, unaware that he hadn’t taken any offense with the child’s question. The poor boy’s lips quiver in fear. You give the southern king a quick glare before calling the boy over and letting him sit on your lap. While Yoongi approaches the both of you with a softened gaze, the boy nuzzles his head by the crook of your neck, murmuring his fright over the man’s temper.

“Hey little bud,” Yoongi crouches, tapping the boy’s shoulder twice to get the latter to face him. The boy peeks slowly from your neck, eyeing the blonde-haired man warily. “I’m sorry about earlier son. I was just surprised because no one had ever called me that –“

He wasn’t actually going to explain it is he? You clear your throat, interrupting him. Yoongi’s mouth presses into a thin line.

“Right. Say, could you tell me your name?”

“It’s Jinseo.”

“Hello, Jinseo. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Yoongi. Could I make it up to you by playing a song?”

Jinseo paused, head titled slightly to the right as if in deep thought. “It isn’t mine to give you permission. You should ask Mama,” he says smartly, pointing at you. Kids are getting smarter these days.

“Jungjeon-mama?” Yoongi asks with an expectant look. With the other children following suit, you are left with no other choice but to say yes. Reluctantly, you lift yourself up together with Jinseo and taking a spot next to the other children.

“Let me just try to…” Yoongi adjusts himself on the seat, plucking the strings in an uncoordinated manner, “remember…” All of a sudden, he claps like he’d just produced gold from thin air, startling everyone around. “I got it! I got it now, don’t worry.”

You and Jinseo share a look.

If there was any discipline of the arts you could take pride for in yourself, it would have been music. Your father, King Daesin of the south, aside from occasionally practicing medicine, also had the ear for music. He had taught you how to play the gayageum, an instrument you’ve been acquainted with for as long as you could remember. Because of fair years of playing, you could freely boast to anyone that you’re quite exceptional at it, but now with Yoongi and his hands on your beloved instrument... Yoongi was tremendously better at it than you probably ever will be.

A smile creeps onto your face when you realize his acting earlier, pretending to be a beginner with the instrument when he could totally be mistaken for a musical prodigy. What a humble bragger. Yoongi had his eyes closed, pouring his emotion and soul onto the instrument, and even without having to enunciate lyrics to get the message across, it was clear to everyone that the song conveyed sadness in all forms. Each vibration of the string – every sound it made spoke in volumes, moving everyone present in class. By the time he’d finished, all the children were as silent as mice, rigid as statues. This was the first time you’ve seen them all well-behaved.

It also dawns on you that this was the first time any of you were deeply moved by music.

The rest of the class stay silent moments later, all in deep contemplation despite the differences in your ages. From your side, you hear a child sigh to the girl in front of her, “I came to class happy this morning. Now I’m sad.” All of a sudden, Jinseo scrambles out of your lap and rushes to Yoongi, hugging the older man’s side in an awkward manner. Yoongi is caught off guard by the gesture, patting the little boy’s head in a similarly awkward manner.

“Ahjussi,” Jinseo calls once more, maintaining his hold on Yoongi’s waist. The southern king heaves a deep sigh, knowing he’s going to have to deal with that a lot longer than he intended to be. “Why are you sad? You played sad music for us. Now we’re all sad too.” Yoongi is rendered speechless and looks at you with wide eyes, seeking for your help. “Uh...Jinseo, why don’t you ask your Yoongi-hyungnim to play us a happy song then?”

“A happy song!” Sheepishly, Yoongi cheers, clapping his hands in an attempt to get everyone back in high spirits. Thankfully, the children seem to enjoy the idea, so they goad the ahjussi on, wanting to see if he’s just as talented with cheery songs as he is with sorrowful ones.

With a small smile, Yoongi mouths a ‘thank you’ in your direction before placing his hands on the gayageum once more.

“Thank you for saving me a few times earlier during your class,” the southern king says, leaning towards you while he mimics your movements as you wave goodbye to the children. “You haven’t had much experience with children, haven’t you?” you raise a brow at him while a laugh escapes your lips.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Yoongi replies, chuckling to himself.

“It’s good practice though, what you did earlier. One day, you’re going to be a father as well.”

Yoongi eyes you slowly from the side, checking if you realize the gravity of your words. His eyes lower down to your stomach, imagining if the baby growing inside of it was his own blood. Perhaps it was? Perhaps it wasn’t?

He’d been especially concerned about your well-being since last week when shocking news had been continuously delivered right to your arms. He wanted to approach you badly during those rough days, but you were far too pre-occupied to even spare him a second glance. The young king wonders how much of a difficulty it might be for you, but all he wanted was to show you that he was willing to support you in any way that he can.

Yoongi sees Hoseok approach with the jumeoni he’d personally prepared early in the morning. He sees his brother trail not far behind, studying the silk bag in Hoseok’s hands. The southern king had been nervous since last night, continuously practicing his lines to the point where he’s not sure why he’s doing it in the first place. It’s now or never.

“Jungjeon-mama?”

Yoongi winces inwardly as he hears his own voice wavering. Heavens. Why was he so nervous around you? You turn to him with a warm smile. Ah yes – that’s why.

“May I invite you for a walk?” The southern king asks as he beckons his general over who hands him the silk bag. “And lunch perhaps?”

You pause for a moment, recalling your thoughts if you had anything else planned after your music class with the children. Yoongi tries hard to not show too much excitement when he hears your yes. Extending his arm out, he motions for you to walk with him. He feels Jungkook follow you both, and he leans to your side a little, whispering, “I was wondering if we could perhaps…go alone?”

You look at him, as if studying his facial expressions. Turning around, you tell Jungkook to stay put. The captain’s eyes dart back and forth, giving his own older brother a steely gaze before nodding his head and bowing to you. “Don’t worry captain. I’ll scream loudly if anything bad happens,” you tell him as a reassurance.

“In all seriousness, Mama…” Yoongi says, putting on a stern face, even though you are both experiencing clear difficulty with keeping a straight face after hearing Yoongi’s stories. “…do I seriously look like an ahjussi to you?”  

You place a hand over your mouth, ineffectively hiding your giggles. Yoongi grimaces, clutching his chest to express his hurt over your reaction. “We can’t blame the kids though. And besides, Jinseo had a valid point.” The young king gives you a playful glare.

Yoongi had been expressing his sentiments over the whole ‘ahjussi’ situation earlier, arguing that he didn’t have enough wrinkles on his face to be even considered one. In Jinseo’s earlier defense though, he stated that only old people had white hair, and if he wasn’t old – why would he even have white hair in the first place. To which, of course, an agitated Yoongi replies: “It’s not white. It’s yellow…ish. And it’s bleach! It’s something I discovered during an overseas travel! A lot of people have this kind of hair color…”

“How are you feeling? Is your pregnancy going well?”

“How did you know about my pregnancy?” Yoongi shrugs as he replies, “Walls are never thick enough to hide news like that.” “Oh.” ‘Oh’ is an appropriate reaction, Yoongi reckons, as he’s had the same sort of response when he’d heard of the news.

“Well, for one, our royal physician Taehyung had scheduled regular visits to keep my condition in check. So there’s that. He advises that as long as keep a stress-free environment, my pregnancy will be just fine.”

Using your chopsticks, you fiddle with the mandu he’s made hours prior, deep in thought as you stare into the distance.

Yoongi hopes that the apparent death of your husband isn’t conducive of stress of a stress-free environment. He makes an inward scoff – as if that’s most likely going to happen. If he’s already thorned by occurrences that seem insignificant to those of the capitol’s then he could only imagine the sort of struggle you have to go through, especially when the backbone of your government is composed of vile men who are strongly displeased by the thought of having a woman on the throne.

The young man lies on his back, stretching out his legs to get rid of the tingling on his soles due to their prolonged sitting. With a long exhale, he closes his eyes, letting his thoughts drift along with the steady breeze.

He knows he’s neglecting his duties as the king of the south by prolonging his stay here, but Seokjin’s death won't settle with him nicely. He has to get to the bottom of this. Even if he’s still holding a grudge against Seokjin for taking you away from the south (and had even secretly wished him dead at some point) he could never plunge a sword to another king, much more to the same one who had taken care of the woman he wanted to call his wife.

He hears rustling from your side, and Yoongi opens his eyes a little to check on you. He watches you clean the bowls and reorganize them back onto the bag he’d brought. You slowly start to turn to face him and Yoongi quickly shuts his eyes, solely relying on his other sense to figure out what’s happening.

“Oh? You must’ve fallen asleep huh?” Yoongi hears more rustling around. “Maybe you could still listen to me even during slumber…” You inhale deeply, “You know…Seokjin was always good with children.”

Yes. Of course, speaking of the spirit.

“Jinseo was one of his favorite students. Jinseo was actually really shy and quiet at first – yet for some inexplicable reason, Seokjin had successfully helped him to come out of his shell and the little boy has been brighter since. Seokjin was always so playful yet so gentle at the same time that whenever he’d visit our classes the children would go crazy over him.”

Well, that’s nice to hear, especially when he’d made a particularly bad first impression with the children earlier.

There’s momentary silence. Yoongi hears a sniff – and a shaky exhale afterwards.

“I miss him Yoongi.” Another sniff. “I miss him so much that it hurts every day. Everything reminds me of him.” The sound of your silent crying rings throughout his ears, yet he can't bring himself to get up and wipe them away, fearing it might cause you to stop pouring your heart out.

Mourning was part of healing. You’d feel lighter after crying. At least that’s what he’d learned from having lost his mother too.

At the same time, Yoongi feels his chest constrict at your words. While you pour your fears out to his sleeping form, he struggles with maintaining a stoic face to keep his act up. His empathy is fighting to register in his features, and when he can no longer hold it in, he turns his back to you, swallowing back his emotions that threaten to pour out after years of hiding.

“Jeonha, I can't seem to find any sign of him anywhere.”

Hoseok slowly and carefully gets back up from his crouching position, groaning in relief as he hears his joints cracking as he twists his torso from side to side. Yoongi does the same, shaking his legs one at a time to get rid of the numbness.

It’s been a few hours since they’ve arrived and Yoongi is getting more hopeless with every passing moment. They have searched everywhere for anything – any sign that he’s still alive.

He’d promised you he’d find your husband and bring him back. Even though you hadn’t exactly heard the silent vow of the southern king, he was a man of his word and he’ll be sure to do everything in his capacity to do it.

Yoongi couldn’t even find the reason why he was going to do it or why he should do it in the first place – whether it be for his own peace of mind, for your happiness, or for the future of the country.

He knew they’d left Seokjin that night and the chances that his fellow ruler was still alive was almost slim to none. He knows that trying to look for a clue and actually succeeding was going to be a long shot, especially when it has already been quite some time Yoongi had returned this morning to make sure but after hours of looking, the place was clean and empty, thus pushing down that gut feeling that maybe, just maybe, your husband was still alive.

Else he’d be forced to prolong his stay and resort to more meddling to protect you from harm.

They’ve already gone through this area, Yoongi thinks, recognizing the same stump he’d seen earlier. He settles himself on the tree remainder and picks up a fallen leaf. Just then, something glimmers from the ground and the curious king bends over once more, picking it up. It’s a bracelet.

Yoongi scoffs to himself: an even more shocking discovery. It’s not just any bracelet – it’s the kind of bracelet only royals can have. And if that isn’t the most astounding part of it yet, etched in the gold pendant is the emblem of the south.

Besides you, there could only be one other person who’d be wearing the same. If he’s still alive that is.

The man’s wife places a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, massaging them gently to ease the tension on his muscles. She’s never seen him his distraught since…since they left their previous home. Eunkyung is unsure how to give her husband the least solace, not when the circumstances only allow them to hope for the best.

For a moment, they stay like that, quiet and observant. In fact, they had been for almost a full moon, just watching the man they had taken into their home. The man had been looking for firewood that early morning, and he’d found this severely wounded man barely alive in the woods.

He’d carried the man on his back and hurried back home, his initial quest and the pains that came with old age completely forgotten. He had closed off one of his rooms reserved for his patients to tend to this not-so-stranger and had let his wife tend to his other patients while he carefully worked this man back to life for weeks.

“Do you think he will still wake?”

The man is unable to answer promptly as he tenderly takes the sick man’s hand in his and says a short prayer to his ancestors, as well as incorporating a lesson he’d learned back when he was still an apprentice – that human touch was an integral part of the art of medicinal healing.

The physician faces his wife and pulls her closer, likewise placing her hand on top of his and letting her join in his silent prayer. His thumb runs over the ring on the man’s finger, remembering a similar one of his own possession quite a few years back.

“He will. That is what I believe and that is what we are also praying for,” the man replies, checking the temperature of the cloth he’d laid on his patient’s forehead. It’s warm when he takes it, and he makes a mental note to cite this observation in his notes.

“Daesin,” Eunkyung calls, touching her husband’s now bare wrists, “your bracelet…where is it?”

The man sighs heavily, deflated as he rests his weight on his calves. “I…I don’t know, really. I must have lost it when I carried him home.”

It was the only thing reminding him of his past, of you, especially. Now it’s gone – but it really doesn’t matter anymore, not when something, or someone else rather had come into his life so easily. His patient was far more important than any bracelet that proved his previous rule over the southern city.

“I really hope he will get better soon.”

“He has to,” Daesin reiterates, hoping they’d eventually come true, “He has to get better because he’s my son-in-law.”

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           Strong wind makes her long wavy black hair go in different direction, the blazing sun that shines through her beautiful face making her eyes brighter than anything you will ever see, and when the rain showers her at times where she wants to be alone actually made her happy and alive again it’s like washing all her worries, pain and miseries and making them a lesson that thought her to be strong and beautiful on her own.

           Walking a long road on a sunny day is refreshing wearing a comfy shirt, jeans and some nice comfortable shoes unlike others who prefer dresses and high heels, having my hair braided left and right. The pathway I’m walking right now is the same pathway me and my friends always walk to, nothing changes there are still benches to sit to when you are tired the street food corner that is still within sight if you sit in one of the benches. laughing with them is one of the memories I have the most.

           “where already on our second year and we are also together in the same class right?” her friend asked her, they were around 14 years old and on their second year of high school around this time they are still careless, innocent and pure to know the difficulties the world have.

           Walking again on the never-ending corridor of her alma mater, the table they always passed by after greeting the kind guard who where always sitting there, the small basketball court that serves as a temporary court for every student, the canteen monitored by hot-tempered but still always smiling lady’s behind the counter and also the giant tree on the middle where you can eat and also a hangout place together with her friends because of the concrete table and benches.

           “Kim?” a manly voice calls out that momentarily cut-off her being nostalgic and reminiscence all the emotions that she let out in this place

           “Hi, Pastor? I’m glad to see you again” she said smiling at the now grey haired but still strong and resilient looking man who show and guide them all through their walk on the path that they choose.

           “Hello Kim, I see you haven’t really change, lets meet the principal?” she nods and let him walk ahead of her. Nothing really changes in this campus, Kim taught to herself all the stairs, railings, door rooms, and the paints also remains.

           Kim graduated on a nice and outstanding university she even reached her dreams. Having work to support her parents and that work is a part of what she dreamed to be that’s why she was being encouraged to give inspiration to the students who are currently attending her alma mater.

           “Ma’am Carina said there is someone who would accompany me on the day” she’s thinking about who it would be the principal is talking about. Kim was just wearing simple clothes she was comfortable with because it’s just a meeting. Going down to the same staircase she walked by earlier and onto the last step she bumps into someone.

           “Kim?” a voice she hardly hears after graduating on her high school days makes her eyes wider and urge her to look at the male who owns the usual comforting voice it’s warm and inviting, and she loves it the most. Looking up at him he doesn’t seems to change at all he is much taller just right for her to hear his heartbeat every time she would have the chance to lean on his wide shoulder, to hug her and can comfort her anytime. His Brown eyes are firm, steady and prepared to embrace Kim when she falls to take care of her and warm her with love. Smiling at her he really doesn’t change.

           “Paul!” Kim exclaimed her excitement is noticeable “how are you?” she added

           “I’m great, I’ve become who I want to be” he says still smiling at her “how about you?”

           “Still the same, but I also reach the one who I want to be am” Kim says smiling and looking up on him. “So, you are the one ma’am Carina was talking about I guess?”

           “Oh! So, you’re going to be a speaker also? That’s great!”

           Paul ask Kim if she have time and invited her to eat out also for them to have a little chat about what happened in their separate lives after graduating. So, Kim decided to sit on one of the benches in the new canteen that was made before they graduated because Paul is having a meeting with ma’am Carina like she did earlier.

           Blushing and talking to herself.

           “What did you just do!” she scream silently to herself. Ah! It is still refreshing to sit here, it’s a shame we didn’t get to eat and sit here for a long time.

           “Kim!? You’re also late? That’s new” Pamela one of her friend who has a perfect attendance on being late  

             “Yeah! I think my alarm broke” Kim sadly said

             Laughing silently “That’s alright, at least you get to see your crush first thing in the morning. Look!” Pamela teases her while patting her back

              Putting her chin on her hand she whispers “In front of him and even I just see a glimpse of him I’m always blushing, I’m such a Wimp”

 Taking a glance of the guy sitting two table from us but still I know who, I blush again. He looks like he wakes up late and because he lives far away, I think the traffic got him.

             “Kim! Come on I’m finished talking with ma’am” slowly walking to me his smile made me broke from remembering from past. “we should go now?” he asks sitting beside me.

           “Yes! Sure, Let’s go?” walking out and passing the things where I remember most of my happy, sad, exciting, and scarry moments of my life, I’m sure I’ll come back again.

           “You’re driving a car? That’s cool” I say while blushing Paul replied a “Yup” and open the passengers sit for me. I do also have a car but I’m glad I didn’t bring it here and just walk if ever I wouldn’t have a chance to see him this handsome.

           A beautiful place where we sit under a large and fertile tree grasses that you’ll feel on your heel there is also a stone passage you can walk, and yellow lights are spread around the place so when it’s already dark you can still be able to see the one you were with. Sitting across each other is a better way for the two of us to have a clear talk, and its way better for me if we are across each other, I can stealth a look and focus on him.

           “The place is really beautiful, where’d you know this place?” I ask smiling mischievously at him

           “Yeah? Thanks too google” Paul says making the two of us laugh, internet and social media really makes living easier and more convenient for everyone.

           “So, you’re already a Pilot?” I ask him after we calmed down and for us to have a conversation while waiting for the food

           “Unfortunately, but still I’m late at finishing my course” he said staring at me after he look at the stars who are present tonight

           “For 2 years, right? I admire you for continuing your studies. Well, you’re one of the brightest students in our batch” I said to him while also admiring him, he doesn’t really change at all

           “Your still the same, always giving me compliments.” He smiles at me that made me also smile at him.

           As our dinner arrives which is a creamy flavor white sauce pasta that tingle my taste buds and just perfectly creamy that I like, stake that is juicy, tender, and loaded with flavor and lastly a wine that is bright and has a youthful color that perfectly match for Paul while I choose to drink cucumber juice with lemon that I love the most.

           Looks like we made it

           Look how far we’ve come, my baby

             This place we are eating have a live Band not the rock one but the calming one that made this place even more perfect. Most of the guest who where also eating are slowly standing walking on the middle stage part to dance, there are married, teens which are only friends but also couples.

           We might a took the long way

           We knew we’d get there someday

           “Can I have this dance?” walking over me and offering his hands to me looking up at him and placing my hand on his hand and walking through to get on to the center his big, warm and comforting hand guide me all trough our walk

           They said, “I bet they’ll never make it”

But just look at us holding on

We’re still together, still going strong

 “I’m thinking are you always going to be my first dance?” I ask teasing him

He nods his head smile at me and says, “can’t I?” squinting my eyes I placed my hands on his neck and he pulls me close enough for the both of us and for the sake of my heart, I guess?

           You’re still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You’re still the one I want for life

             He places both his hands on my waist “The last time I held you like this you’re waist still have some fats, but now look at you, you really did change” he says to me I don’t know if his mocking me or complimenting me

You’re still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You’re still the one I kiss goodnight

           “I’ll take that as a compliment” and we laugh. Like we are young again still in our teenage year full of life, carelessness, innocence and being pure to have any Idea that we would become like this one day.

           I’m so glad we made it

Look how far we’ve come, my baby

 Our day ended with him bringing me home wishing for us to meet again, and for us to convey what we want to say to the current young ones our Alma Mater are protecting and guiding through their journey as an individual.

Casual short sleeve blue summer dress just above her knees and wearing a glass looking 2-inch ankle strap heals finish with a simple make-up and a single half side braided hair Kim walked down on the stage after she finished delivering her encouragement and for Paul to deliver his massage as Paul where speaking a calm and refreshing wind blows making him and her smiling admiringly at each other.

Kim sees again the younger version of herself and Paul that are on the process of making what they are together now has been fulfilled, how the way they see, cherished and care for each other.  

Kim sees the struggles, hardship, and obstacle that they experienced and experiencing up until now. Most especially appearing before her eyes how they manage to overcome their struggles, surpass all the hardship and be successful through all the obstacle laid out for them.

“I hope that all of you even though you struggle like Kim and stop studying for a while like me still dreams and achieve what we both of us have and will just be making.” Paul ends his message smiling at Kim.

Walking again up on the stage with Paul helping Kim by holding her hands. The event speaker congratulates all the student and give acknowledgements to both Paul and Kim.

Kim trusts Paul and Paul believes to Kim, he completes her the most and she fill’s him love that he believes no one could ever give to him. Paul is her longtime crush, and he loves Kim endlessly.

“Once again let’s give our thanks’ to Mr. and Mrs. Cruz for sharing such a wonderful and inspiring message”

- YellowStrawberry💛

June 13, 2021