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kill-the-teen-memories · 5 years ago

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365 So Fresh Part 3

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Humor

Word Count: 2,397

Warnings: Curse words, smoking, poly, 2 seconds of smut

Pairings: Triple H x Reader

Summary: You just wanted to take a nap while waiting for your friends, never did you expect the car you were sleeping in to get stolen and you would end up going for a road trip with a guy who had a gambling problem, a girl who committed a murder, and a guy who seems to just hate his life. You especially didn’t expect to have feelings for them??

“So Hyojong, what’s your fucking deal?” Hui asked after a period of silence. Hyojong sent a glare Hui’s way but didn’t say anything. “Where are we going now?” Hyuna tried breaking the tension. “Motel,” mumbled Hui as he made a right turn into a rundown motel’s parking lot. He parked the car near the entrance and got out. Hyuna and I followed. After taking a few steps we realized Hyojong never came out. Hyuna turned around and motioned for him to get out of the car. To which he just rolled his eyes before dragging himself over to us. We all walked into the lobby. The women working the front desk took in our disheveled appearances and a look of concern flashed across her face before she regained her composure and smiled. “Hi,” I spoke out and took a step forward. “How may I help you?” she questioned. “We’d uh like a room?” I looked back at Hui for help. “Yes, we’d like a room,” Hui answered and stepped forward. “Sure.” she replied, “How many beds?” “Whatever’s the cheapest.” Hui scratched the back of his head. She nodded. “Here.” she handed us a keycard, “Room A213.” I took the keycard, thanked her and walked away with the rest of the group. I swiped the card through the handle and unlocked the door, we all walked in. For the cheapest room, it sure was better than I expected. There was a small living room, a couch on one end, across the couch there was a long drawer with a small TV on top, a mini-fridge in the corner and a small table in the middle on top of an equally small rug. Towards the end of the couch, there was a door to which I assumed was the bedroom. I saw Hyuna wander into the room and I turned over to Hui, “So how are we going to do this?” he shrugged. “I’ll take the couch.” Hyojong raised his hand. Hyuna walked back into the living room, “The bed looks big enough for the three of us.” she spoke. “Perfect,” Hyojong said as he shrugged. He then plopped himself down on the couch. “Goodnight, I guess,” I said and made my way to the bedroom. I didn’t realize it before but I was exhausted. I couldn't even begin to imagine how Hui felt. Hyuna came in, knocking me out of my thoughts “You okay?” she asked. I nodded “Just tired.” She nodded back and slipped her shirt off. I couldn’t help but stare at the shape of her chest, how it rose and fell with every breath, I looked from her collar bones down to the waistline of her shorts. I shook my head Y/N what are you doing? I asked myself. I heard Hyuna laugh “Like what you see?” she teased. “Haha.” I cracked a smile as I rolled my eyes. Hui then took a step inside. “Woah I didn’t know we were stripping.” he laughed. Hyuna spun in a circle while waving her shirt in the air “Why don’t you join in.” she giggled. Hui shrugged and unbuttoned his silk shirt before pulling it off. I gaped, my eyes raking over his toned chest. I cleared my throat before I had time to say anything I was going to regret later. “Sorry,” Hyuna spoke “I really can’t sleep in clothes.” she slid off her black shorts leaving her in deep red panties and bra. Both Hui and I looked at each other. Hyuna slipped under the covers of the bed “Coming?” she asked. I decided I would just take my skirt off and sleep in my shirt. Hui turned the lights off and was the last to lay down. The only light now was the moonlight spilling in from the windows. Before I knew it I had lulled off to sleep.

It was an ear-piercing scream that woke the three of us that night. Hyuna had her arms wrapped around my waist. She pulled her arms away and the three of us looked at each other in panic. “NO!” the voice yelled. Wait, it was coming from the living room…? Hyojong! It seemed like the realization dawned on all of us because we were all up and running towards the living room. Hyojong was still on the couch, his eyes scrunched up, and his body sweaty. He was tossing and turning. It was a nightmare. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder softly. Nothing. I gripped him harder and lightly shook up. His eyes shot open and he let out another scream. He sat up quickly and pushed me away. I backed up, his knees flew up to his chest and he held them closely. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were darting around everywhere. “Hey hey it’s okay,” I whispered and kneeled by him while gingerly reaching my hand out again. He eyed it before he slowly reached out to touch it. I grasped his hand, as an attempt to comfort him. “Hey man, you okay?” Hui asked. Hyojong nodded “Yea sorry, I have nightmares..” he mumbled. “Will you be okay?” Hyuna asked. He nodded again, “Sorry for waking you up…you guys can go back to sleep.” Hui and Hyuna nodded “I think I’m gonna stay here for a bit.” I yelled at them as they turned into the room. I squinted towards the DVR on the drawer for the time. It read 4:57 a.m. It had been about 8 hours since we arrived at the motel. “Why are you here?” Hyojong asked. He was getting defensive. I shrugged. “Just want to get to know you I guess.” He scoffed “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you.”

“Everyone does.”

“I’m not everyone.”

“Right.”

“Trust me I grew up with people pitying me, It’s not a nice feeling.”

“Why…?”

“My dad left when I was little, my mom was a drunk.”

“I grew up in the foster system, but no one would ever keep me. I left when I turned 18 and I’ve been on my own ever since.”

I hadn’t realized it but Hyojong and I were still holding hands. I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. I smiled. He must’ve noticed I was still tired because he spoke up “You can sleep you know.” I shook my head “Not tired.” but my voice dripped with sleepiness. He let go of my hand and released his knees from his chest. He opened his legs and patted his thighs. I smiled. I got up from my kneeling position and laid down in-between his legs, my head on his chest. I could feel how tense he was. I made an attempt to sit up but he just grabbed my shoulder and reassured me he was okay. I laid back down and finally felt his body relax. We laid there in silence but it wasn’t an awkward silence it was a comfortable one. I played with his hand while his other one slowly stroked my hair. And just like that, I fell asleep again, to the low sound of his breathing.

I felt Hyojong shift me around. “Hyojong?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes. “It hurts” I heard him whine. I tried to move around to face him but his groan stopped me. “Don’t move.” he breathed out. I smirked when I realized what was happening and I moved again. The boy under me grabbed my hips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” he groaned. “Who said I can’t finish?” I challenged. His breath hitched. In a second I was under him, he had us flipped over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his face down, inches away from my own. His breath tickled my lips. I lifted my head up and met his lips. “Y/N?” “Y/N!” I opened my eyes. “Are you okay? You were moving around and making noises in your sleep.” Hyojong spoke. Oh god, it was a dream. Who knows where the dream would’ve gone if he let me sleep. I covered my face in embarrassment. I had a dream of Hyojong because he was the last person I talked too, yes, that’s why. “Y/N?” I looked up at Hyojong “No, yea I’m good…” I said. “Did you sleep?” I tried changing the subject. “Actually yeah, it’s the first time in years I slept soundly…” he replied. Before I could say anything else Hui walked out now fully clothed while rubbing his eyes. Hyojong sat up to lean against the armrest, pulling me with him. “Hey, we’re gonna go get some breakfast, Hyuna’s changing,” He looked at me “ you need pants, and I’ll be in the car.” He spoke as he grabbed the keys on the coffee table. Both Hyojong and I nodded as Hui disappeared behind the front door. I made the attempt to get up from my position in between Hyojong’s legs but his arm stopped me. He came up behind me and whispered in my ear “I heard you moaning my name.” My eyes grew wide. Hyojong let me go and laid back down, a laugh coming out of his mouth. I quickly got up and ran into the bedroom to get my shoes and skirt. Hyuna was on the bed slipping on her sandals “Good morning.” she smiled. For someone who killed someone, she was extremely cheery. She seemed to want to be friends with everyone, she didn’t deserve to be here. She probably had a future ahead of her and now because of some freak accident, she couldn’t do anything. To be fair I don’t think any of them should be here. Yet for some reason, we’re all here together. “Good morning,” I answered as I put on my skirt. “Guys get in here!” Hyojong yelled from the living room. I grabbed my boots and followed Hyuna out. He was watching the news channel. The reporter on the TV was standing in front of a hair salon with caution tape all over it. Hyuna’s eyes widened. The reporter spoke “Today we are standing in front of ‘KH’s Hairsalon’ where there seems to have been a murder. The male is someone in his early 30s who has been laying on their floor for at least a day, the salon belongs to a Kim Hyuna who is a female in her early 20s” Hyuna’s picture flashed across the screen. “There are no witnesses and her security cameras were not yet turned on that fateful morning. Here is the man that found him.” The camera panned over to a rather young male. The name in the corner of the screen read “Jang Hyunseung” he then spoke “I came in for my 9:30 a.m appointment and he was just there a pool of blood surrounding him. I don’t think Hyuna did it, she’s amazing, she’s caring and she wouldn’t hurt a fly.” The reporter nodded. The TV turned black. Hyuna had turned it off. She was breathing heavily. “You killed a man??” Hyojong asked. “It was self-defense!” She yelled back. “Come on, Hui’s waiting for us.” I grabbed Hyuna’s hand and led her out into the parking lot while Hyojong trailed behind us. Hui was sitting in the driver’s seat, window rolled down while smoking another cigarette. I sat in the passenger’s seat. Hyuna and Hyojong climbed into the back seats. “I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” she said as she laid her head in Hyojong’s lap. Hyojong looked taken aback but didn’t push her off. “You guys took forever,” Hui spoke as he flicked his cigarette out the window before rolling it back up. “We were watching the news.” I said, “Hyuna was on the news, you know about the man she killed…” Hyuna groaned in the back. Hui turned to me like I had just spoken another language. “What?” he demanded. “They know Hui! They know!” Hyuna yelled out. “I need a cigarette.” Hyojong rubbed his head. Hui tossed his pack at Hyojong along with a lighter. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” Hui tried reassuring us as Hyojong ignited his cigarette. “How can it be fine!” Hyuna shouted. “It’s fine, they don’t know where you are nor do they know it was you.” Hui replied. “He has a point.” I agreed. Hyuna nodded. “Now, let’s go get something to eat.” Hui spoke as he pulled out of the parking lot.

We ended up finding a little diner nearby. We were currently sitting in a booth waiting for our food. Hyuna and Hui sat on one side while Hyojong and I sat on the other. I had to constantly swat Hyojong’s hand away from putting it on my thigh until I gave up and now one hand was on my thigh, his thumb slowly moving back and forth while his other hand was scrolling through something on his phone. An elderly woman made her way over to us with various plates of food, I hadn’t realized then but I was really hungry. After we all ate we sent there talking about our next move. “So, what now?” I asked. “I think I should turn myself in…” Hyuna spoke quietly causing Hui to choke on his coffee. “What! Are you crazy!?” he yelled. “Don’t you think we should talk about this quietly?” Hyojong mumbled. “I’m not crazy...you guys said it yourselves, it was self-defense.” Hyuna countered. “You ran Hyuna, you should’ve gone immediately to the police.” I pointed out. As they continued to talk I zoned into the little TV in the corner. They were talking about another missing person, I was about to turn away when my face was shown on the screen. No. My eyes widened, “Guys-” They all turned their attention to the TV, the reporter spoke, “Y/N L/N has been missing for about 3 days, she was last seen at Club Solar with two of her friends. They said they tried messaging her but no response except for one message telling them to forget about her. We believe she’s in danger. If anyone has any information please contact this number” We all looked at each other. “Okay, what the fuck,” Hui spoke first. “We need to get out of here.” We all threw some money on the table and rushed out. This couldn’t be happening.

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floralseokjin · 8 years ago

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;grey zone (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings— angst, smut, fluff words— 10,481

summary— you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…?

inspired by— grey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too.

“You heard her and Hyojong broke up, right?” Namjoon asked Jin, his words hesitant. It was a touchy subject, he knew that.

Jin froze up for a second, caught reaching for the tv remote that was on the coffee table, before he nodded his head, making sure not to look over at Namjoon while he answered, a quick yeah leaving his lips before he grabbed the remote and turned the sound up.

He had gone over his to watch the football game, but he should have known it was going to turn into some counselling session. It was always the same; Namjoon thinking he was some sort of love doctor, reeling of ideas on how to win you back again. The truth was it was never going to happen. You’d had your chance and it didn’t work. End of. No matter how much Jin missed you — it was over.

“It’s the best decision all round in my opinion,” Namjoon carried on after a couple of minutes, and Jin sighed quietly, purposely trying to concentrate on the game, trying his best to ignore him. “He treated her like shit and they were never meant for each other…”

Jin hummed in passive agreement, Namjoon’s words blurring together, but it was no use, he still carried on.

“Maybe — you know… you could see if she’s alright… She’d like that — I think.”

Jin scoffed, finally giving up as he muted the tv, his full attention on his friend now, “that’s not true and you know it.” He replied, and Namjoon averted eye contact quickly, nervously scratching the back of his neck as Jin carried on. “We haven’t spoken in two months.”

“Yeah, but that’s because of Hyojong. He’s gone now…” Namjoon shrugged.

It was true. You’d actually been on speaking terms before he came on the scene. Even if things still were a bit awkward between the two of you, you still hung around together. It was kind of difficult not to; you all had the same group of friends — hanging around together was a must, otherwise it would have just gotten messy.

And messy it got once Hyojong appeared. Jin never liked the guy and even more so when you told him you couldn’t be around him anymore. You had tried to play it off and say you just found it awkward being around him after you’d dated so intimately, but he called bullshit, he knew it was because of him. You must have told him you’d dated and he’d obviously gotten jealous. He’d tried to tell you it wasn’t right, that no man should tell you what to do and what not to do, but you didn’t listen, insisting it was you that didn’t want to hang around with Jin anymore.

Things got increasingly awkward from there on in, until he just gave up all together and stopped going to hang out with his friends, opting to just have Namjoon or Hoseok or whoever, come over his. It was easier than making you stop seeing everyone, he didn’t want Hyojong to have any more reason to alienate you — and besides, seeing you suck face with him whenever you were together made him feel sick; his slimy hands all over your body… It was disgusting.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea,” he shrugged in response. “She’d probably think I was telling her I told you so, or something.”

“She’ll be at Junah’s birthday party Friday night…” Namjoon slid in, trying to act nonchalant. “It would just be a coincidence if you two saw each other – Just two people at their friend’s party…”

Namjoon may have seemed pushy at this point, but the whole situation infuriated him. Imagine having to watch your two friends be miserable without each other — when if you weren’t both so stubborn, you could be happy together. He knew that’s what you both secretly wanted, no matter how much you protested about how little you had in common. If anything, Namjoon thought you had tons in common; you were both stubborn, stupid idiots that couldn’t see what was right in front of you; you, opting to date a guy that had less in common with you than Jin ever did. Treating you poorly and in the end cheating on you, and Jin opting to be a miserable hermit, taking refuge on his sofa instead of being a man and fighting for the girl he cared for.

“I wasn’t planning on going.” Jin flat lined, his concentration back on the tv, but he wasn’t fooling anybody, Namjoon knew he was hanging off his every word.

“Oh, for god’s sake!” He groaned. “Can’t you just man up and tell her you want her back!”

“I don’t want her back.” Jin insisted, his head shooting back to Namjoon now, eyes wide in frustration, feeling his pulse quicken. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen, and he heard Namjoon sigh, his hands coming up to rub his face in defeat.

“Namjoon, we have nothing in common. All we did was argue — it wasn’t right. Couples are supposed to enjoy the same things, otherwise it just becomes shitty. What’s the point?” Jin tried to explain, even though he sounded like a broken record. He’d explained this so many times it was painful.

“Oh god, no wonder you’ve never had a proper relationship before. Do you really think all couples are meant to have exactly the same interests? That’s just fucking stupid!” Namjoon argued, practically pulling at his hair. “If that was true, Junah and I would have split long ago. That girl has zero interest in anything I like!”

Jin looked up at this, chewing the inside of his cheek, obviously deep in thought. “I don’t know…” he started, shaking his head. “You weren’t there, we bickered all the time. We weren’t happy together.”

“What, and she was happy with Hyojong?!” Namjoon blanched, and when Jin didn’t answer, he carried on. “I mean, at least she tried to move on, getting a boyfriend, even if the guy was a total bag of dicks — but you! What have you been doing these past few months? Besides camping out on your sofa?”

“Hey! I have not!” Jin tried to defend himself, but it was too no avail; he knew it was practically true.

“Oh, no wait!” Namjoon exclaimed, pointing his finger. “There was that one time when you dicked Minah at Hoseok’s house but couldn’t bust a nut and lost your boner…” Namjoon shot sarcastically and Jin felt his cheeks redden. He’d told him that in confidence — to never be spoken about again.

“For your information, I was drunk! It was because I was wasted…”

“It was because she wasn’t Y/N.” Namjoon replied point blank and Jin just sat there, the game well and truly forgotten about and the muted cheers filled his ears.

He knew Namjoon was right. Minah wasn’t you, that’s why he couldn’t have sex with her, being drunk was just an easy excuse to get out of the embarrassment.

“You’re coming to Junah’s party on Friday and that’s final.” Namjoon spoke defiantly, not giving any room for him to refuse. “And your speaking to Y/N, even if it’s just hello — It’s a step in the right direction.”

This was a bad idea. Jin knew it from the moment he walked into the venue and took one look at you. You looked beautiful, sat by Junah the party girl and your girlfriends, watching her gossip excitedly about something. It had been a long time since he’d seen you last, and his chest began to ache as he saw you smile, your hair falling into your face before you pushed it behind your ear. He loved your hair. He remembered how when you’d first began dating, he’d always play with the locks as you’d watch a movie.

That was in the good days, before you stared bickering and realised you were bad for each other. You had differing interests and you were both too stubborn to give into one another, not wanting to do something for one, if the other didn’t want to do it for you. It was a game of pull and tug, both wanting different things, pulling on the rope, until it snapped — your relationship over.

Thinking about it, maybe you were both too similar, just like Namjoon had said. The only thing different was your past times and the way you looked at life. Personality traits and characteristics being too similar, maybe. He’d never really thought about it much until now, just writing it off as one of those things. Maybe Namjoon was rubbing off on him and he didn’t want to admit it…

It was hard to believe that nearly five months had passed since you’d ended things. A drunken fight you’d had, that whilst trying to get to sleep that night Jin had believed would blow over. Of course, you had both said some terrible things in the heat of the moment, but he didn’t really expect you to break up over it. However, after that night you didn’t speak for four days. Again — both too stubborn to give in and apologise. It was only when you turned up at his door, a box of his things in your arms, that he knew it wasn’t going to blow over.

So, he’d had to stand there, while you explained all the reasons you were bad for each, why you weren’t suited — a match; that ranged from things like, we have no similar interests — you like extreme sports and I can’t even swim, to our star signs aren’t compatible. Jin would have laughed at that if maybe a sad part of him hadn’t thought — oh, that’s why. It all makes sense now. Which was stupid, because that’s another thing you didn’t have in common — astrology, or anything to do with the paranormal. You believed in the weirdest stuff, and he didn’t. You shared no interests. You were right.

You’d both been thinking it all this time, and, like him, hadn’t voiced your concerns. There was nothing he could do but think you were right. You weren’t meant to be a couple. It wasn’t supposed to last the long term, even though, when he’d met you, he definitely thought he’d found his soulmate. He’d never been in a serious relationship before, never called someone his girlfriend, either. He had never wanted it, but you had been the first one to make him change his mind. All those months ago, when Namjoon had introduced you as Junah’s best friend. It was like a lightbulb turned on in his head, and then he couldn’t see anything but you.

Dating had come natural to you guys at first, but he realised, whilst you handed him back his things and said your awkward goodbyes, you couldn’t base a relationship off sex and laughter. You were always joking about and obviously, the sex was great, but in the end, that didn’t mean true love. It meant something else, and that’s when he’d got it in to his head that you were never meant to be. It was always meant to be fleeting. You tried something, and it didn’t work out, but that was okay, because that was life.

He hadn’t cried when you broke up, and he was pretty sure you hadn’t either. It was just one of those things. You lived and learned. You just reverted back to how things were before, when you had been acquaintances. Nods of your head and small talk, but Jin didn’t miss the way you gave him longing glances from across the room, because he did the same too. He told himself it was okay to miss someone, especially after all the memories you had together, but nothing could have prepared him for the feeling that hit when he found out you were dating someone new.

It hadn’t even been six weeks since your break up, and there you were, hand in hand with another guy. It was worse when he’d overheard Junah tell Namjoon how much you had been gushing over Hyojong. Apparently, you guys had so much in common it was out of this world. You liked the same music, the same films — he even believed in ghosts! How pathetic, Jin thought. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to take interest in the music you liked, it just wasn’t his style, same went for the films you watched and don’t even get him started on your fascination with ghosts! How could you believe in something that was scientifically impossible?

It was even worse when you’d told him you couldn’t hang around with him anymore. Whatever the reason, be it because Hyojong was just insecure and jealous of your past relationship, or if he was actually a creep who wanted you all to himself; it didn’t matter. It was still wrong. However, Jin couldn’t work out whether it was because he wanted to fight for your friendship, or if he would just miss seeing your face — and he did miss your face. A lot. The past two months had been horrendous. Even worse than the two months prior to that when you had first broken up. At least he actually got to see you and speak to you during that time. Now, you just felt like a distant memory, and he often found himself wondering what your smile looked like again, and how your laugh sounded? It was the little things he missed, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could still see the way your nose used to crinkle up in discomfort at one of his shit jokes.

However, here you were. After two months, here you were — sitting just a couple of feet away from him. He hadn’t imagined it to hurt this much to see you, and he felt it like a punch to the gut, and just as he was feeling sorry for himself, in some sort of twisted fate, you looked up and found him, staring directly into his eyes, before you smiled coyly. You had caught him staring, and he silently cursed himself, before smiling back, his eyes dropping to the floor quickly. When had you become such strangers? When had it become so awkward between the two of you? But he knew deep down, it didn’t have to be…

“Are you just going to stand here all night, or are you actually going to go over there and say hi?” Namjoon pressed, coming from nowhere and nudging Jin’s shoulder.

“I’m not here to say hi,” he replied adamantly, to which Namjoon scoffed, making Jin’s eyes roll.

“Why else are you here then? You don’t leave your house for weeks, and then as soon as Y/N’s single again you’re out as fast as your legs can carry you.”

Jin turned to face his friend, his eyes wide in anger. “You’re the one who made me come to this party!”

“No, I didn’t! Did I come to your place and drag you here?” Namjoon asked, the beginnings of a smug smirk on his face, just as Jin became more furious. “Well, did I?” He pressed further, eyebrow raised cockily, and Jin had no other option but to shake his head in defeat.

Namjoon was right, he hasn’t force him here physically, but mentally he had gotten inside his head. However, he supposed deep down there was a part itching him to talk to you. It had been so long, and he missed you so much his heart physically ached. It was as if he had been pushing it away, all this time, until finally seeing you in person, brought it back again.

“See!” Namjoon exclaimed. “Now, you drove yourself here, so now you’re gonna say hi!”

Jin grimaced, feeling — and he didn’t want to admit it out loud — but he felt scared. What if you didn’t want to speak to him? Even though you had just smiled at him… what if that was just out of civility?

“Now’s your chance,” Namjoon motioned with his head, and Jin followed to see Junah and the rest of your friends depart for the dance floor. They tried to drag you there too, but you declined, shaking your head with a tiny laugh, urging them to go for it as you pushed them in the right direction, telling them you’d watch. That’s how sad he was, even after all this time, he could lip read you.

“Junah said she’s miserable,” Namjoon said after a while, realising that Jin didn’t have the confidence to go over there without a few more words of encouragement. Instead, he watched Jin look over at your table, a fond smile on his face as you sipped on your drink and looked over at your friends, smiling at them when they looked over, but Namjoon could see it never made it to your eyes.

Geez, what was with his friends that made it so hard for them to be honest with one another, and as if right on cue, and just further confirming his thoughts, Jin shrugged him off.

“Obviously,” he deadpanned. “She’s just broken up with her boyfriend who cheated on her. The last person she’d want to see would be her ex.”

Namjoon should his head, sighing to himself as he practically gave up. There wasn’t much more he could do, other than physically drag him over there, so instead, he pulled out his last hope.

“Maybe she isn’t miserable over Hyodick,” he replied cryptically, and Jin looked over at him, eyebrows raised quizzically, as if to silently ask, what do you mean?

“All I’m saying is, you’ve been just as miserable…” Namjoon said, beginning to walk away and join Junah.

“Wha…” Jin began, turning to stop him, but the question fell dead on his tongue as he watched Namjoon point over to you once again, encouragement in his eyes as he urged him to go and speak to you.

Jin paused, turning back to look at you one last time. Is this really what he should do? He should go over and talk to you — make small talk, as if he’d never missed you, not one bit? It was probably a bad idea, but he found his feet moving anyway. Curiosity getting the better of him, and the longing finally becoming too much…

You knew he would probably be here tonight. Junah had said, that Namjoon had said, that he would make him come. Hearsay and Chinese whispers really. A message from one to another. Childish. Summing up your relationship with Jin all over again. However, what did you expect when you had been the one to ignore him and cut him out of your life so abruptly, just because of some other guy. Some other guy you told yourself was perfect for you, but in return, ended up even more disastrous than your relationship with Jin.

Jin. He looked so good tonight. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks. White had always been your favourite colour on him. He knew that, and part of you thought maybe he’d worn the colour just for you. A stupid, egotistical side of yourself. After everything you had done to him, you didn’t deserve his attention. You had ignored his warnings about Hyojong, gladly accepting his demand at first. Not seeing and not speaking to Jin seemed like a blessing in disguise at first. No longer would your heart hurt every time he sat across from you at a table, or said an awkward hello to you. It would all be better, and at first it was.

But then you had begun to miss him. Even more so than straight after the break up. At least then you could see his face, feel his presence. Having nothing — no contact, made your heart break even more. Which was stupid because you had only been together for four months. You had been smitten with each other, yes, but you knew deep down you weren’t meant for each other. You were too different, and obviously Jin agreed. He never fought for you when you appeared at his door with his things. Not that you wanted him too… It just further cemented your doubts that you weren’t meant to be — Jin agreed, and that’s what hurt the most.

You had thrown yourself into a new relationship, letting the first guy you met sweep you off your feet, and for a while it was great. You liked the same music (obviously — you met at a gig and you took that as a sign of destiny,) you liked the same movies and he listened to everything you had to say without scoffing and disregarding your ‘nonsense ideas.’ Hyojong was everything you thought you wanted, but then why couldn’t you stop thinking about Jin…?

It was everything; the way Hyojong laughed reminded you of how Jin laughed, that annoying wind wiper screech, that hurt your ears, but you loved so much. The way Hyojong laid on your sofa just made you miss the way Jin used to fall asleep there when you made him watch a film that bored him to death, lightly snoring as you were forced to turn the volume up. The way Hyojong kissed you made you remember the feel of Jin’s lips against yours, cushioned and soft, even when he was ravishing you with a passion that left you breathless.

Sometimes you couldn’t bear to see Hyojong in your apartment, on your sofa — in your bed, because it felt like you were irradiating every memory of Jin you had left, and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want that at all. You had so little memories already and you didn’t want them to disappear. It wasn’t fair — How was it that you were pining for someone that you weren’t even meant to be with?

Hyojong noticed after a while. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? No wonder he ended up having sex with somebody else. He knew you weren’t over Jin, and you couldn’t blame him for cheating. Hyojong had proved a good distraction for a while, but it only made things worse in the end. You didn’t even feel anything when he told you, that’s how little you cared, and a part of you knew you were responsible for the mess.

Now, you were even more miserable than before. You’d done everything you could to push your feelings away for Jin and now they had all risen back to the surface. It was overwhelming, but there was nothing you could do. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he never wanted to talk to you again. You’d stopped seeing him, and then you’d alienated him from his own friends. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him out with Namjoon and Hoseok, and it was all your fault. You’d listened to Hyojong because you thought it was the right thing to do. No one wanted their new girlfriend to still hang around with their ex, but now it had backfired. At least he was here now though…

And all you had done was give him the weakest smile in the world, before he returned it and looked at the floor. He had been looking at you though… It had to mean something, right? Maybe he felt the same as you. Junah had been dropping enough hints to make you guess he still thought about you. However, what did it matter? If you weren’t right for each other, no amount of pining would help. It would never work out, because some people weren’t meant to be…

“Hey, you.”

The voice burst you out of your bubble of thought. The voice you had been missing for two months. You looked up to see Jin smiling down at you. It was small, and it made his cheeks round by his eyes; perfect rosy apples that had coloured through nerves. You could tell by the way a red rash had appeared on his neck. It was always there when he was anxious about something.

“Hey,” you smiled back, your voice gentle, feeling the same nervousness probably.

“Can I sit here? Or are you busy?” You weren’t busy at all, obviously. Why did he say that? Dammit, Jin, he thought. Keep it together for once in your life.

“Oh — sure, you nodded, feeling your heart begin to race, and you shuffled over so he could fit in the booth next to you. “Of course I’m not busy,” you teased, after you watched him sit down, trying to ease the tension, and he laughed awkwardly, his eyes big as he looked anywhere but your face, and then the tension became real.

It was probably close to ten seconds by the time he spoke again, pointing a finger to your drink, that sat on the table, but it felt like ten minutes, and you breathed in a sigh of relief, happy that he was making conversation. “Do you want another drink?”

“Oh! No, I’m okay, thank you. To be honest, I think I had way more cola in there than vodka anyway — I’m not in the mood to get drunk tonight,” you laughed weakly, shaking your head and Jin nodded, the slight smile he had upturned, disappearing slightly, and you stuttered for something to say. “What about you? Where’s your drink?”

“I took my car,” he replied, shrugging you off. “I just came here to say happy birthday to Junah, and then I’m just gonna go.”

Oh. You couldn’t explain the heaviness in your chest at his words, but then… why was he here talking to you, instead of wishing Junah her birthday greetings? The silence began again, and you both sat there staring down at the table. You were very nearly sure he was just about to get up and leave when he made a sound, similar to a sigh and a groan, and you panicked, not wanting him to go.

“You —

“How —

You both giggled, feeling flustered as you tried to speak at the same time, and he motioned for you to go first. You bowed your head, feeling a blush creep up on your face, “I just wanted to say, you’re looking good — I mean — it’s been a while since I last saw you…” you faltered, not wanting it to come out wrong, and you looked up at him in time to see him try to hide a cute grin.

“You too.”

For you, it was harder to hide your grin, and you looked down again, playing with the edge of your dress. “What was it you were going to say?” You asked after a while, your words slow, as if you weren’t curious… but you were — of course you were.

“I-I… just wanted to ask how you were after your break up?” He asked quietly, rushing the last part of the question. “Junah said you were feeling miserable.”

You laughed bitterly, unable to stop it. Did he really think you were miserable because of that? “I’m not feeling miserable because I’m heart broken or anything… just with life in general I guess.”

“Good — I mean not the life part,” he quickly recovered. “Just, you shouldn’t feel miserable over someone who cheated on you. No one deserves that.”

“It’s okay… I’m over it. It was… complicated. Jong didn’t do anything wrong… not really. It was my fault too.”

Jin couldn’t explain the way Jong hurt his heart. A nickname, but what did he expect, you had been in a relationship. It was the same when you called him Jin — or Jinnie, he preferred better. But what did you mean when you said it was your fault too? It was no one’s fault if they got cheated on.

“What do you mean?” He asked, unable to keep it in, frowning slightly.

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head, not wanting to explain it to him. You had already said too much. You didn’t want to lumber it on him, when he probably didn’t want to hear it. Especially after everything.

“No, come on!” He pressed, his voice sounding stern. Did he know what you wanted to say? “I thought you were perfect for each other?”

His phrase sounded bitter, and you looked at him in shock. It also sounded familiar… How did he know you’d said that? You shook your head, binding your time slightly, “I don’t think we were. I mean, I thought we were at first, but maybe when it comes to love, everything I believe in is wrong.”

Your voice was small as you spoke, embarrassed. To say it hadn’t been playing on your mind all this time was an understatement. You thought you needed to have everything in common with a partner, but even when you did — it didn’t work out. What did that mean? That you had to be single forever? That there was no one out there for you? Or just you had to work harder to make it work? With the person that made you the happiest in the world? The one who made you feel most alive? The one who made you laugh, and the one who made you cry?

Jin didn’t say anything after that, just nodded his head, his face serious, and the silence washed over you once again, but this time it was oddly calming. Just having him next to you was a comfort, so close your shoulders were nearly touching, and you could feel the make-believe vibrations between you, zapping your nerve endings and filling you with a warmth, and you found your eyes closing slightly, enjoying his presence.

“What was his star sign?”

“Huh?” You asked, confused, his question muddling your brain. What did that even mean?

“Were you compatible or not?” He asked again, as if it was the most normal question to ask, and you were reminded of the time you had used it as an insult; a reason to end your relationship with Jin, instant regret washing through you.

“Yes,” you nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek. “We were compatible.”

He made a noise, sucking air through his teeth as he rolled his eyes, “that’s why I said don’t believe in astrology,” and then he smiled, and you couldn’t help but break into a giggle, in which he joined, both your shoulders jiggling up and and down as you tried to control yourselves.

There it was. What you had missed. It was as if you had never been away from each other. Even in awkwardness, Jin could make you laugh, and you wanted it to be him. You wanted it to be him so bad. You wanted him. Period. But you were scared.

“Didn’t take you long to move on, did it?”

The voice jolted you from your little bubble, and you looked up in shock, finding Hyojong there, a bitter smile on his face, and instantly you stiffened your back, feeling as if you had been caught doing something wrong. You hadn’t realised he would be here, and you went to speak, but Jin cut you off.

“Why don’t you just go away. Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough already?”

You wanted to tell him to be quiet. It wasn’t as it seemed. You didn’t blame Hyojong for sleeping with someone else. It wasn’t a big deal, because you had never cared enough in the first place, and Hyojong knew that. Horrible to think, even more so to say out loud and you reached for Jin’s arm, silently asking him to stop.

“How could I hurt her if she never cared in the first place?”

Okay… well he said it anyway, and you felt Jin turn to face you, speechless a little, his mouth open in confusion. Hyojong was drunk, you could tell. He was slurring his words and probably, was about to say something you didn’t want him to.

“Jong, let’s go and talk somewhere more privately,” you tried, letting go off Jin and standing up. If he said something in front of Jin, it would make things incredibly awkward. Jin didn’t need to know how you felt. He was probably over you already, and he didn’t need to know you regretted ever letting him go.

“And ruin your cosy reunion? Come on, Y/N — that would just be rude of me.”

“Hyo—

“Look, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but we’re just talking. Quit upsetting her.” Jin interrupted, standing up too and stepping in front of you, blocking your sight of Hyojong.

“Well, I’m happy for you.” He called to you, drunk and loud. “Do you know what it’s like trying to be with someone who’s still hung up on their ex?” He turned his attention to Jin now, his eyes wide, and you silently cursed. He’d done it, and now you were going to look stupid.

“What do you mean?” Jin questioned, clueless like always, and you fluttered your eyes closed in defeat, feeling embarrassment wash over you.

Before Hyojong could explain anymore, you scarpered like a coward, wanting the world to cave in and crush you, ignoring Jin’s shocked protests and you ran from the building before you could even grab your bag. It was okay — you’d just text Junah to pick it up for you. You had your phone in your bra — your only saving grace, and hurriedly, you tried to call for a cab. You needed to get out of here, feeling the humiliation was over you.

Jin stood there in shock, confused as to what had just happened. One minute you were there and then the next you were gone. He didn’t even have time to let Hyojong’s words sink in, before he was speaking again, “Aren’t you going to check if your girlfriend is okay?”

His voice was bitter, and Jin had no time to identify the word girlfriend before he watched him walk off. What the hell was going on?

He looked up, meeting the gaze of Namjoon who was looking at him with wide eyes, nudging his head to the entrance you had just run off out of, as if he was encouraging him to follow, and then they fell to Junah, texting on her phone rapidly — to you, no doubt. Now was his chance, right?

What did all this mean? What did everything Hyojong had said, mean? What did you running out mean? He turned around suddenly, realising you’d left your bag on the booth and he grabbed it, following hot on your heels. This was his chance. Every doubt and regret he’d had about your break up. This was his time to put everything right.

He found you outside, back against a wall, head huddled over your phone screen, bashing in numbers harshly before holding it up to your ear.

“Y/N!” He called, running up to you, and you turned, eyes wide, cancelling who ever you had been calling to give him your full attention. “What was that?” He asked, looking as confused as he sounded. “Here, you forgot your bag.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, taking it from him and putting it around your shoulder, turning your attention back to the phone.

“Are you leaving?” He asked, trying a new approach now that you had ignored his other question.

“Yes,” you huffed. “If I can get through to any taxi services! Why is everywhere engaged right now?” You shouted in frustration, hitting the phone against your leg.

“I can take you,” and you turned to stare at him, eyes hesitant. You were going to say no, he could tell. “I have my car, right? I wanted to go home anyway… it’s on the way, right? So come on! It beats standing out here in the cold.”

His tactic must have worked, because you gave in, smiling sweetly as you nodded, shyly placing your phone back in your bag as he smiled back, leading the way to his car.

On the way, he turned the radio up, feeling awkward once again. He needed sound to keep himself occupied, because if there was silence, Hyojong’s words would just linger in his brain, and he couldn’t deal with that right now. The more time went on, he began to wonder if he could ever deal with it? Maybe he would be a chicken for life, and as he was lost in his own thoughts, he heard you giggle. It was muted, but he heard it, and he turned to look at you questioningly, eyebrows raised.

“The song,” was all you said, and he squinted, pushing his ear closer to the dashboard in hopes he’d hear the hum of the tune more, and he scoffed a little in surprise when he finally realised, his eyes opening in shock as he watched your reaction.

“It’s the song that was on while we… when we went on our first date.” You carried on, changing the direction of the conversation quickly, as a light blush appeared on your cheeks.

Jin knew what you were about to say. It was the song that had been playing when you’d first had sex — in his car, after your first date. It was all but a memory now, but if he shut his eyes and concentrated really hard, he could still feel your body against his, cramped in his small car, as it was filled with moans and giggles, absolute disbelief with what you were doing, but it had been so perfect at the time…

He giggled along with you for a while, the silence becoming less awkward now, but in turn, that meant that Hyojong’s words came back to him. Do you know what it’s like trying to be with someone who’s still hung up on their ex? Aren’t you going to check if your girlfriend is okay? Okay, granted, those could just be the words of a very bitter ex-boyfriend, but somewhere, in Jin’s heart, he knew that wasn’t so. Why else would you have run away, and why else would you bring up such an intimate moment right now?

Jin was quiet as he pulled up outside your apartment, clenching his fists around the steering wheel as he tried to force himself to say something to you. This was his chance… but as luck would have it, you were thinking the same thing.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” You asked slowly, looking straight at him while you undid your seatbelt. “We should probably talk,” and Jin nodded, his heart racing.

Jin being back inside your apartment was strange. All this time you had been wishing and remembering back, and now he was sat on your sofa. It was too much to handle. You thought you’d had it all planned. You thought you could talk and confess everything you had been holding in all this time, but as the seconds ticked by, it became harder and harder.

He must have known something was up. He heard everything Hyojong had said, and what he probably said after you left too… but he still insisted on giving you a ride back home. He wasn’t stupid. You knew he had guessed everything by now, and even more so after you had brought up your first date… and as if on cue, he spoke.

“What did you mean when you said, when it came to love, maybe you don’t know anything?”

There was a deafening silence. Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that, and you gawped, lost for words, trying to clear your mind as you blinked a couple of times.

“I-I just…,” you began, clearing your throat, “I just thought if you had everything in common with a person, a relationship would come easy… I was wrong.” You finished. “You need more.”

Jin was quiet then, mulling over your words, guessing what you meant by them, and you prayed he had the confidence to carry this on. You were too scared to take this further. You were too scared to explain what you really meant.

“What did Hyojong mean when he said you were still hung up on your ex?”

There. He’d finally said it, and now the reality seemed scarier than it had before, but you needed to be honest. If you weren’t, you would never be able to live with the what ifs.

“It means, I missed you.”

By Jin’s reaction it showed that he guessed that was the case. He didn’t look shocked and he didn’t shift uncomfortably. Instead he nodded, turning to face you, his back not against the sofa, but leant over, his elbows on his knees as he linked his fingers.

“I miss you too,” and your heart stopped, the words you wanted to hear, “but…”

The but was something you did not however, and as he carried your world crashed around you.

“We don’t work. We tried, and it didn’t work out.”

We didn’t try hard enough, though.

“We’re so different, Y/N, the only thing we have in common is our stubbornness. It’s a recipe for disaster.”

I was only stubborn because you were. I don’t have to be. I can give you anything you want. If I want you that bad — I swear to god I will.

“It may seem like the end of the world now, but trust me — we’ll find other people soon enough, and then we’ll laugh about this in years to come.”

But I don’t want anyone else but you. I won’t laugh, I will cry. Forever and ever. Until I’m an old woman and miserable, with my house filled with cats.

That’s what you wanted to say, but something made you bite your tongue. Just like Jin had when you’d ended things with him on his doorstep — you kept quiet too. Though for you, it was in fear of crying. He wasn’t willing to fight for you guys? He was willing to ignore months of frustration and longing? He didn’t want you anymore?

Instead of disregarding everything he said — you agreed. You nodded, and smiled, biting back your tears as you spoke, a short “you’re right,” falling from your lips.

You willed yourself to keep strong until he was out the door, following him out into the hallway as you watched him turn around and smile gently at you. “I’ll see you around, okay? Friends is what we’re supposed to be. We work better that way.”

You internally scoffed. How was it possible to hurt anymore? You didn’t want this, but what choice did you have? Instead, you nodded, waving him off and closing the door, the defiant bang ringing in your ears and you pressed your back against the wood, finally letting your heart break into pieces.

It was as if you had been keeping it together all this time, in hopes it would be repaired, but now; all hope was gone. It was broken, and you felt the tell-tale signs of hot tears fall down your cheeks. That was it. It was over, and you didn’t want it to be…

Jin wanted to scream as he trudged back to his car. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn’t he get passed the reservations he had, and just tell you everything he really wanted to say? He didn’t believe all the nonsense he had spouted just now. He may have done in the past, yes, but now — now he wanted to give things a second chance. He wanted you. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, laugh with you… he wanted everything, but he was a coward. Stuck in a grey zone with no escape.

You couldn’t have agreed with everything he’d just said, he could tell by your crestfallen face as you waved him off… but then why had you let him leave? Why hadn’t you fought for him? He guessed you were just like him when you had turned up at his house all those months ago. You were scared. Scared he didn’t want you anymore, but that wasn’t the case — of course it wasn’t! He wanted you — no, he needed you, like he needed air in his lungs. Your needed to know it. He needed to tell you. He didn’t care if you didn’t have one damn thing in common! It didn’t matter anymore — your feelings were enough.

You don’t know why you opened the door. Maybe your subconscious was making you chase after Jin. Tell him to stop, and that he was wrong. That you wanted to be with him. You wanted to try again — properly this time. You wanted to give it another chance, and as you opened the door, you gasped in shock.

Jin was there, his fist in midair as if he was about knock, and you faltered, rocking back and forth on your feet. He was here. He hadn’t gone. He hadn’t left you, and before you could utter a word, he was flying towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks, “you’re crying,” he stated softly, wiping your tear streaked face and you nodded, unsure of what to do. He was so close his nose was touching yours and you could feel his breath against you, loud, as if he was living off adrenaline.

“I lied. I don’t want to be friends. We work horribly as friends. I’m always wishing I could kiss you.” He confessed, his voice rushed as your furrowed your eyebrows, overwhelmed by everything he was saying, but you managed to get the most important thing out.

“K-Kiss me, then.”

And then he did, his plush lips pecking long, languid kisses against yours, that tasted salty because of your tears, but oh, so good. It has been so long since you’d kissed him, and your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

“I want to try harder,” he said in between kisses. “I don’t want anybody else. No one else is good enough,” he kissed you harder this time, the sound echoing around the hallway. “I only want you.”

You giggled, fresh tears falling from your eyes, but this time it was from happiness. He wanted you. He really did, like you wanted him, and you kissed him back, humming in content as you cupped his face, pushing him against the door, and closing it in the process, not realising it was still half way open.

You clung to him as he carried on, not being able to stop now that he had began. “I’ll listen to any music you want me too, I’ll watch any film you like. I’ll even read you your horoscope every morning.”

You giggled harder, kissing him one, twice, a third time, before pulling away to look at him. “That isn’t fair — what should I do for you?”

“Just being by my side is enough for me.”

If your heart hadn’t been throbbing already, now it was actually about to explode, and you flew into him, knocking the air out of him as your lips smashed against his, hungry for something now, the passion taking over, and you moaned against him, feeling his hands creep down to your sides, finding home at your hips, gripping you to him as he deepened the kiss, words finally failing him; now he wanted to show you with actions.

His tongue slid past the seam of your lips and after months, it finally felt like you were home. Every touch, every kiss — every taste was where you were supposed to be, and he groaned as you let him snake the muscle in further, lapping at and trying to reach every crevice he had missed so much.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, managing to pull away long enough for each word, and you hummed in agreement, your hands finding their way to his chest, finding the top buttons of his shirt, your brain not really comprehending what you were doing until you had three of them unbuttoned, your kiss turning frenzied as you felt his hands run up your sides and begin to cup your breasts.

“I want you,” you panted slowly, once Jin had parted from you to look at what he was feeling, his eyes blown out and his mouth open, and at your words, his irises flashed, his face darkening in lust, as you tugged at his hand, beginning to drag him up the stairs, a woman on a mission.

He wasted no time in kissing you again as soon as you made it to your room, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt fully, as your tongues danced together, steady moans leaving the both of you as you finally stripped him off, pulling the white fabric over his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, the palm of your hands rubbing across his tanned chest and shoulders as he pulled away, watching your face as you drank him in, and then you were squealing as he pushed you up against the door, ruching up the skirt of your dress as he got his hands on your skin, his mouth kissing and licking strips up your neck as he rubbed at your bare skin, claiming back what was his, his palms finding the swell of your breasts as his fingers began to tweak your nipples, pinching the skin until you were keening against his stiff body, your head pressed against his face as you tried to weaken the overstimulation of his neck kisses, his tongue now at your ear as he licked inside, causing you to shudder.

You could feel the visible strain of his erection against your bare thighs and you rubbed them together in anticipation, the heat in your core making you feel heavy with need, and thankfully, as if he had read your mind, he pulled you away from the door, twisting you around as he pulled off your dress, straight over your head and onto the floor, leaving you in your underwear, as his hands found the buckle of his belt, undoing it at a lightning speed, his pants found their way onto the floor too, kicking them from under his feet as he pressed his half clothed body up against yours, the only thing separating you being your underwear as his arm slinked around your waist and he began to walk you to the edge of the bed, pushing you down gently, and climbing over you as your head hit the pillow.

He wasted no time in kissing you again, his mouth trailing down your chin and throat, before his wet kisses found their way to your breasts, kissing the soft skin above, before his hands reached around your back, freeing you from the black confines as his tongue found a nipple, kissing as if it was your mouth and nibbling the sensitive nub, making you cry out, feeling his large hand press down on your stomach as you panted loudly underneath it, fidgeting under him, as the wetness between your legs began to grow and grow.

You wanted him so bad it was beginning to get painful, but as his mouth ran south, his tongue swirling down your stomach and dipping into your navel, your mouth got the better of you. It was beginning to feel like a dream, you had imagined this for so long, and you needed to make sure this was for real.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You asked, your hands coming out to round his elbows, stopping him, and he lifted his head, watching you with curious eyes.

“Of course it is — don’t be silly. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You smiled weakly, his words warming you, but you needed further validation, just to ease the guilt. “You don’t hate me for trying to move on? You don’t hate me for what I did with Hyojong?”

He frowned then, lifting himself on his knees, sensing your worry, his hands rubbing your sides. “Where is this all coming from? I don’t hold anything against you. I never would, and I never will.”

He sounded so sincere you had a hard time not believing him, and relief washed over you, melting into his touch as he fell back down, kissing your hip bones lovingly as he felt you relax.

“What matters is us now — and how much I missed you, how much I want you right now,” and as he spoke, he let his tongue glide over your clothed centre, making you shiver. “How much I want to taste you…”

Well, you couldn’t say no to that, and your thighs were practically vibrating in excitement as he stripped you of the last bit of clothing you had on, laying you out bare to him as his mouth finally touched your core, kissing right against you, before the tip of his tongue came out and snaked upwards, catching your clit and making you whine out, your legs already shuffling around on the bed, trying to expel any impatience.

His hands wrapped around the underside of your thighs, pinning you into place as his tongue began to lap against you, flicking against you as his nose rubbed side to side, causing a delicious friction that had you murmuring his name, your fingers weaving into his hair, pinning him into place.

“You taste the same as I remember,” he pulled away, “say my name again — I missed it.”

You waited until he was back against your core, sucking gently on your bud, as his name fell from your tongue again, involuntarily, and he groaned, the vibrations shooting up your body, as one of his hands reached up your body and began massaging your breast, his eyes watching your every move from between your legs.

You groaned when you felt the fingers of his other hand prod at your entrance, feeling how wet you were, and he rubbed, before pushing one digit in, wriggling it around before curling it upwards, moving in a come hither motion as he swirled his tongue against your clit, making your head move from side to side on the bed, your feet sliding on the sheets as you tried to anchor yourself down, his name getting louder as it slipped from your mouth.

The feeling was building, it was burning in the pit of your stomach with each flick of his wrist, lick of his tongue, and squeeze of his hand, your nerve endings going into overdrive as he gave his all into pleasing you, moaning into your centre as you began to buck your hips into him, realising you were close from the way your walls clenched and your clit twitched

against his tongue and he hastened the speed of his finger, slipping a second into there at the last moment, as your panting grew louder and suddenly your release was happening, your body feeling weightless as if you were floating on clouds. The comedown euphoric as he lapped at you slowly, letting himself taste every last bit of you, before sliding his fingers out of you, your flesh rosy and swollen.

He kissed up your body before he found your lips again, and you hummed, tasting yourself as you held him to you, feeling even more sentimental post-orgasm — never wanting to let him go. That was until he rubbed his still clothed erection against your sensitive mound, pulling away and looking at you with hopeful eyes, the need still strong in his pupils. “Do you want to?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly, a croaky, “of course,” leaving you as you watched him kneel again and practically rip of his boxers, awkwardly lifting up each leg in turn to kick them off his foot, and then he was naked, his dick bouncing in mid-air as leant lower on his knees to kiss your nose, and you watched the head, angry and red, leak the invisible liquid as you took him in your hand, squeezing it and watching it drop out. He hissed, watching you as you began to move, his jaw slack.

You couldn’t help but tease him, it had been so long since you last had, and you wanted to see his face heat up as you giggled at him. “Let’s hope you don’t go limp on me.”

He looked at you, confused at first, forehead furrowed as he tried to understand what you meant, before realisation washed over his features, and he dipped his head, groaning loudly as he fell between the crook of your neck. “I’m never telling Namjoon anything ever again — I’m going to kill him next time I see him.”

You giggled softly, still running your hands up and down his length, before he pulled away to look at you through coy eyes, a teasing smile turning up the edges of his mouth. “I would never go soft on you.”

You laughed loudly then, letting go off him and pushing him away, cringing at his phony pick up line. “Grosssss,” you whined, and he shrugged you off, propping himself up with one hand, his fringe falling in his eyes as he leaned in closer, your lips practically touching.

“It’s the truth though, baby.”

Baby, oh, how you had missed that, and you smiled at he caught your bottom lip between the two of his, kissing you slowly as he pressed his length against your slit, letting your arousal run over him as he pressed against you, teasing you, until you were jutting your hips out, wanting him to quit it and have sex with you already. You told him as much, and he giggled again, before giving in and letting his hand fall between you both, gripping himself as he ran up and down your folds a couple of times, watching you carefully with bated breath, trying to keep his reaction tame.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” He asked, and you nodded, gulping a little as you felt him push the tip in slightly, feeling your entrance swallow him shallowly, the burn painfully pleasurable as he stretched you open. “You trust me, right?” He carried on and you let out a small yes, a silent understanding between the both of you. You knew he wasn’t stupid enough to carry any diseases — especially if he wasn’t even able to get it up, and you would have giggled at your own joke if he hadn’t pushed all the way in at that exact moment — one fluid push that had you moaning, and clenching around him tightly, your body getting used to him again and never wanting to let him go at the same time.

“Oh god — oh god,” he spoke under his breath, feeling you squeeze around him, biting down on his lip as he tried to reign it in, building up the courage to move as he was buried to the hilt. “I’ve missed you so much,” he gritted out, finally moving at you let out a breath, feeling his dick slid out of you and push back in, knocking the breath out of you as you dug your nails into your shoulders, meeting him in his steady rhythm, your bodies bouncing together as his breathing got quicker.

Jin was becoming overwhelmed. It was all too much for him. The realisation hit him as soon as he entered you, feeling this close to you, as if you were one entity and now all he could think was you, and everything he felt for you. It clouded his brain and made him feel like he was drowning. How had he been so stupid? — It was so obvious now. He could see it, feel it, taste it, and he needed to tell you.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you, I think I love you?”

His words left you flabbergasted, the shock flowing through your body as you tried to piece together his words. His voice small and questioning, strained by the way he was still moving in and out of you, both hands pressed against the bed as he tried to ease his movements, giving you time to get your words out.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his appearance, his sweaty hair, his blown out yes, laced with a passion and sincerity at the same time, and the way his chest heaved with every push. He loved you? Was it true, that time made the heart grow fonder? Or had you wasted all that time apart when you could have been happily in love all along? You didn’t know, but what you did, was that there was no need to feel bitter about the past. All that mattered was the here and now, like Jin had said, and in the here and now, your heart was exploding with love. That’s why you had been so miserable all along. You loved him? You loved him.

“It’s definitely okay,” you got out, your voice filled with sweet disbelief, “because I think I love you too.”

You were both in shock, gigging in astonishment at what had just happened, and then he was kissing you again, sloppy kisses that didn’t move in sync because you were so het up, and his movements got quicker, chasing his own high as he became overcome with everything around him.

“I missed you,” he repeated, pecking against your mouth, “and I love you.”

The way he said it again made him sound more sure of himself, and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought him closer to you, skin on skin, breath on breath, hearing Jin whine as he came inside of you, feeling the warmth of his arousal fill you as you whispered back, “I love you too.”

It took you a long time to recover, feeling Jin reluctantly pull out of you as he continued to kiss you, his hands everywhere as he caressed your goose-pimpled skin, making up for lost time — as if he never wanted to let you go.

“I’m not giving up this time,” he murmured against your hair as you finally broke apart long enough to lay your head on his chest, feeling the hum of his heartbeat as you cuddled under your duvet.

“You’re stuck with me forever. You’re gonna have to suck it up and learn to love my annoying ass hobbies.”

You lifted your head up to look at him, pretending to pout, “does this mean I have to learn to swim?”

“You betcha,” he grinned. “I’ll take you to the swimming baths tomorrow.”

The beginnings of an overdramatic groan leaving your throat was cut off as Jin kissed you again, pulling you flush against his chest as he pulled away quickly and giggled — you quickly joining him, overcome with happiness and love.

It was all going to be okay. You didn’t need astrology to tell you that Jin and you were perfect for each other — you already knew it.

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