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Dark Moon | Chapter Fourteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 4,5k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, slight panic attack at first, body worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, face riding, fingering, nipples licking, couch fucking, vaginal sex, intense orgasms and devastating emotions, soft yandere Jimin, mentions of ruined childhood

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰❤️

Hope you are happy with this update! This one is a bit longer than the others! Always let me know your thoughts, you make me very happy ❤️

PS: Forgive me for the mistakes, it was not an easy week for me and I did not have much time 😭❤️

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"I finally found you," huffed Seokjin in front of Choi Minhoo, the man had been tied to a wooden chair, only Minho, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon were present in that warehouse. The latter were just waiting for Jin's order to act; they were vibrating with fury.

"Be careful, Jin! My family members won't be happy about this!" he ranted with foam at his mouth, as frightened and rabid as a rat in a trap, Jungkook growled at those words, put his hand to his gun that he faithfully kept in his pocket, but a glance from Seokjin froze him in place.

"Uh, that's scary," put on a fake pout Jin with those beautiful rosy lips of his, "Now I'm going to shit my pants, look."

"Take the piss out of me, they're going to destroy you anyway," he growled, but that only made the man in charge of the Bangtans smile more broadly.

"That slut of a cousin of yours hurt Jimin when he was just a little boy, the result was that her body was dismembered by my dogs, and she was still alive while they ate her, you kidnapped and raped his woman, which amounts to another member of my family now," he began as he walked toward Minho, before grabbing the collar of his torn jacket, "I'm tired of having to pick up the pieces of what you and your damn family break, I will kill you all, child or adult, I will eradicate you from this world as the haughty and arrogant scum that you fucking are," he hissed, tightening his grip so tightly that the tendons in his wrists trembled before he pulled away.

Inhaling before recomposing himself, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with a smirk-that was Jin.

"Jin! Jin! Kim Seokjin, stop!" shouted Minho after him as the man walked away, giving way to his bodyguards, "You said you were interested in politics, right! I can introduce you to the prime minister!" he finally shouted desperately, but Seokjin ignored him expressionlessly.

Neither he nor Jimin would have soiled themselves for such a being. He had deliberately decided not to tell Jimin about Minho's capture, knowing him he would have wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he wanted him to spend more time with Y/N.

He knew that sooner or later Jimin would fall into the arms of a woman he would love with sincere passion, that was what was needed for a troubled soul like his.

They needed to be done with the Choi family forever, all of them.

For days there had been a tense air in the house, Jimin was not there-according to him he had vital research to do-and in his place Taehyung had arrived to keep her company. He did not even use the guest room, preferring the living room sofa to Y/N's dismay.

The living room was her favorite place to read and eat, with Taehyung having conquered that piece of the apartment by now she could always be found hanging around it and disappearing.

Taehyung on his part tiptoed around when she was present, feeling uncomfortable.

He had endangered her with his indifference, plus he had also seen her in an extremely delicate moment, where she was weak and naked in every way.

He always peered at the girl with a pout, undecided how to start a possible conversation, she was not helping him at all in this, she was always so quiet and on her own....

With a snort he saw her head for the kitchen for a snack. He had to do it now.

"Y/N" when he reached her the woman gasped slightly, she had not expected him to come and talk to her, they had ignored each other so peacefully until now, inside she regretted leaving her room.

"Yes?" she huffed slightly, turning away.

At first glance Taehyung looked like a man of integrity, serious and good at his job, but at that moment he was showing his face full of emotion. He seemed nervous about something.

"I ... would like to apologize to you," he said with a note of embarrassment, the girl's eyes widened.

"To me?"

"Yes, it was my fault that they managed to catch you that day. It was my responsibility to control and protect you, I broke my word and for that I apologize" Taehyung bowed respectfully, Y/N was simply stunned.

They had never treated her with that much respect, why now?

Something told her that Jimin's hand was present.

"It's not totally your fault, I attacked your friend and you were reasonably pissed off, I apologize for making you worry about Jimin's condition.... I lost my mind in that instant, I did the only thing I thought was right so I wouldn't suffer anymore," she explained with regret.

"You did what anyone would have done," Taehyung replied, "My anger aside, Jimin was not behaving well with you and you did what you thought was right, that doesn't mean I would allow you to do it again, but I can still understand and yes, it remains my responsibility what happened to you, there won't be a next time."

Y/N nodded a little embarrassed, the determined expression in those languidly slitted eyes put her slightly in awe.

"Um... would you like some strawberry tea? I've made too much for myself," she said turning slightly toward the full teapot, with a small smile Taehyung agreed.

"I love strawberries."

Jimin came home with such a serious look on his face that it made Y/N guess that it was better to turn away from him.

Taehyung had left ten minutes earlier and the idea of being alone with a Jimin in that state unnerved her, she did not want to think that the boy would attack her again for his frustrations, so it was best not to pull the cat's tail too much.

The boy in question noticed the girl's strange attitude, she was moving in a hurry to wash her dishes, she wanted to run to her room and this would have been clear even to the least empathetic person in the world.

"Y/N" the sound of his voice uttering her name so quietly made her freeze suddenly, the water continued to flow in the sink without any more purpose and she did not move to stop it, "Can you come here please?"

She closed her eyes with a soft, inaudible sigh, counted to three before turning away with a slight smile.

She left everything in the sink and turned off the water, then walked over to him who sat at the table staring at her with predatory, glittering eyes, one rings-decorated hand tapped on his thick, muscular thigh, the elastic fabric of his pants wrapped around it beautifully and she found herself swallowing, "Sit here."

She did as she was told and the boy's arms soon wrapped around her at hip level, Jimin buried his head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

Y/N felt herself flaring up, the sensation of Jimin's warm breath warmly caressing her made her heart, already swollen with unexpressed emotions, throb.

"Jimin?"

"I've missed you," he repeated the words with which he had returned her the day he found her, Y/N instantly relaxed noticing that Jimin did not mean to hurt her in any way.

"I missed you too," she returned the hug, sinking her face into the soft locks of the man who smiled broadly in response.

"It's been especially stressful to handle things today."

"Are you looking for Minho?"

She asked quietly, not giving away how much even mentioning his name destabilized her, but Jimin knew her well by now; in fact, he sent her a reproachful look.

"Don't ask things you don't want to know, baby," he softly stroked one cheek still marked by a light bruise.

"I just wish you would confide in me, you keep everything inside and then you get sick."

"I won't be sick if you're with me," he replied seriously, peering longingly at her, his eyes lowered to her sugary lips and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.

"Jimin...."

"Y/N." he stopped her by pronouncing her name firmly, "I want to make love to you."

A delicious twinge of pleasure made her intimacy throb, the arms she held tightly around the boy's neck trembled, "Jimin, I don't know if..." she felt so confused.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him with all her heart, but she didn't want to be reminded of Minho, or his henchman hitting her repeatedly as she and Jimin lost themselves in their moment.

"Let's try it," she narrowed her eyes at the man's pleading tone, it was a new side of Jimin she never thought she would see, perhaps he had never begged any woman to fuck, the idea that she was the first one he begged even for a kiss appealed to her, "If anything happens I will stop immediately."

After that reassurance she found herself nodding with soft legs, Jimin kissed her with transport, savoring those sweet lips that tasted of tea and strawberries, fuck, it could become his new favorite taste.

Y/N reciprocated more calmly, trying to keep up with the man's voraciousness that did not just stop at her lips, but sank into her mouth languidly seeking the woman's tongue, gently intertwining in a perfect dance for them.

In a way she found it touching how tender Jimin was in squeezing her hips without hurting her, she had never experienced such intimacy with a man before, she liked it, and she did not want it all to end and go back to the dry old normal.

When they parted a few tears escaped from the young woman's eyes, Jimin stepped back slightly wiping the path they traced along her tender cheeks.

"Should we stop?" he asked sympathetically, but Y/N denied it immediately.

"No, it's just... I liked it, I've never done it like that," she said.

"Like that?"

"So intimate, with someone who loves me" she pulled up with her nose crinkling her eyes.

Jimin's blood froze in his veins, not that he had been a saint, but those words punctuated how much the childhood of the girl he was holding in his arms had sucked.

He kissed her again, feeling in his mouth the salty, lukewarm taste of her small tears that broke his heart, yes, Park Jimin now felt sorry for a past that did not belong to him, but love did that and more, it changed people and Jimin fit perfectly into that category.

He loved her and would get anything that made her sad out of the way, he slid into the neckline of her blouse, kissing every available flap of skin before he himself pulled off every single button that separated him from that body that drove him crazy. From the first time he had seen her, he knew he would desire her every hour of every day, sometimes it hurt so much it was unbearable.

When he freed her from that restraint he found himself face to face with the young woman's bare breasts, he inhaled wordlessly at the sight, god how much he had missed this, even as Minho's now superficial footprints on that divine temple made him growl.

Then he frowned, "Were you bra-less the whole time with Taehyung around?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "It hurt..." she mumbled embarrassedly, referring to the bruises clearly, the bra pressed painfully against them.

Jimin inhaled softly, again bridging the distance between the two of them with yet another kiss of the evening, lulling her gently with his breath, his hand slipped over a rosy little button, teasing its tip, which rose turgidly under Jimin's expert touch, which descended to gently lick the areola before gently biting the tip of the sensitive nipple.

Y/N in response pushed her chest into Jimin's mouth, sighing in sweet waves of desire.

The man pulled away only long enough to effortlessly pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, Y/N held back a surprised sob, and she watched the man's playful smile.

"Will we do it here?" she asked curiously, Jimin chuckled.

"We'll do it everywhere, sweetheart," he sighed, attaching himself to the girl's neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing her soft neck to leave his personal mark; he wanted to remove Minho's presence everywhere from her, "And I'll make you feel sensations you never had a chance to experience."

"Mh..." she squeezed her eyes shut under the weight of Jimin descending lower and lower, marking a glowing trail of wet kisses and bites all along her belly, with his hand he passed the barrier of her panties and barely grazing her pubis he sank his hand into her intimacy, gathering between his fingers a large amount of transparent essence that had already left her throbbing slit. It was the first time he had felt her so soaked for him; it felt like a dream.

"Fuck," he cursed excitedly, quickly slipping off his pants with his free hand, giving his big, hard cock some relief.

He went back to sucking one of her turgid nipples as his fingers began to play between her folds, Y/N moved her hips willingly against his hand, in her mind the only thing present was the idea of Jimin taking her on that couch.

"How do you feel?" he asked blowing hot air on one nipple, Y/N's clit twitched seeking attention.

"It feels good... so good," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "And I want to feel you inside me, Jimin."

The latter smiled, amazed at the woman's stance, before a more wicked grin furrowed his cheeks.

He leaned closer to the girl's ear before murmuring, "And I'm going to come inside you with my cock and my fingers, soon my cock will be the only thing you'll feel between now and tomorrow, baby doll," he ignored the girl's faster breathing and continued licking her earlobe between his lips, "But first I want you to feel what my tongue can do, I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you'll cry for it," he took off his shirt as well, showing off his well-delineated and strong abs, a deep V went down to below the layer of his boxers that he hastened to carelessly throw on the floor, the sight of his swollen cock already moist with precum made her swallow without any more saliva.

She simply spread her legs for Jimin, but the position reminded her of the one they had forced her into and she stiffened.

"Jimin..." she closed her legs again shaking her head, Jimin immediately reached for her.

"Hey, hey...what's going on, baby?"

"I can't do it like this, I'm sorry" she still couldn't get over her trauma, she was about to have a panic attack and didn't want to disappoint Jimin, but the boy hugged her again.

"There are many ways to do it," he chuckled lightly trying to make her calm down, "Don't feel wrong, you're not."

"R-Really?" she looked at him curiously, wanting to have sex with him, but other than missionary and doggy style she had not tried anything else, ever.

The man nodded, "Give me some space, love."

She did as she was told and saw Jimin lie down in her place, she stood looking at him confused.

"What should I do now?" she asked innocently, Jimin gave her a smug look.

"Sit on my face."

The woman widened her eyes, what was she to do?

"I ... are you serious?"

"Trust me, we'll both like it," he replied biting his full lips, making Y/N's legs tighten.

She sighed slightly and listened to the boy, with some difficulty due to her inexperience she found herself with Jimin's face at the height of her soggy core, she found it incredibly awkward, but that feeling of imprisonment was gone.

From his side Jimin gazed in ecstasy at her wet intimacy, licking his lips he opened her folds with a gentle thrust of his fingers, before leaving a long, slow streak of saliva with his tongue, until he stopped at her swollen and needy clitoris, Y/N widened her eyes and collapsed onto the man who did not complain.

With her nose pressed against the young woman's pubis, she sucked conspicuously on that sweet trembling pearl, Y/N cried out in shock at those strange sensations she had never experienced before, Jimin's soft tongue enveloped her softly, but the pleasure was intense, it was all so terribly beautiful and hard at the same time that she began to shake her hips trying to escape from the continuous strokes of Jimin's fast tongue. The boy seemed to love eating her.

"Fuck, oh... oh! Jimin!" she shrieked breathlessly, the man held her thighs tightly preventing her from escaping, sinking his tongue into her hot and wet entrance, Jimin's eyes rolled back at that sweet taste, he could drink Y/N's essence all his life, she would never be enough for him, his cock trembled releasing thick whitish liquid, he could have easily come that way, his balls throbbing painfully with every moan or scream the girl let out without any more reins.

"Please, please stop!" she cried as she felt something coming, something powerful and devastating.

With the tip of his tongue Jimin again played with the shiny, quivering clitoris, finishing with a light bite that made the young woman stiffen, locking her in the grip of a powerful and strong orgasm, breathtaking in places, her first fucking orgasm.

She began to tremble and weep, no longer even able to bear the gentle caresses of the man adoringly wiping away all her pleasure that had soiled the inside of her thighs down to Jimin's chin.

She rolled to the side clutching her legs and wincing again, Jimin lying on his side wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders, gently brushed one thigh and invited her to raise one leg, "That's it, baby girl... let me feel how good I did," he chuckled as he aligned himself with her entrance, lightly pushed the massive tip of his cock already lubricated with his own cum against her ultra-sensitive slit, Y/N gasped slightly with blurred vision, but let him.

Jimin pushed himself into the sublime depths of her pussy with a delighted sigh, tried to be gentle and delicate, but her almost impossible to groove intimacy soon made him lose his mind, the girl's previous orgasm had made her walls more perceptive and consequently also tighter, each thrust was an immense rush of pleasure and stun for the boy, who pounded hard until his swollen balls popped against the girl's sweaty skin, who opened her mouth wide, feeling a stunning mix of enjoyment with a hint of pain that made her lose her mind, pressed her mouth against the back of the couch to keep from screaming, Jimin gasped against her ear.

It was different from all the other times, she was experiencing pleasure, those thrusts were delicious, not painful, Y/N was simply happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hold me so tight, my love," he sang lost in his daze, his swollen shaft began to quiver and tremble over and over again, he was coming, "Aaahh... Oh, my-! Fuck, Y/N!" he growled her name like a prayer, quickly sank his cock deeper, touching her cervix again and again, causing the woman to tremble wordlessly as she reached for the man's hand to clasp it between hers.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed without now a breath, the girl nodded.

"Me too, oh God, me too," she replied without any more concern for her moans, Jimin smiled proudly and taking the young woman's chin in his hands he forced her to look at him.

"Open your mouth" he grunted with dark eyes, Y/N obeyed already knowing what was about to happen and accepting it with pleasure, Jimin spit into her oral cavity and before giving her time to swallow he kissed her, mixing their flavors and tongues, that was enough to make the young man's cock throb, whose pleasure exploded in violent spurts of white liquid in the girl's lap, over and over again he pumped himself into her, who came in an orgasm more intense than the previous one, she could not even find the strength to scream, she just stood there taking the man's seed in spasms.

Jimin waited for her to calm down before leaving her with his now soft and satisfied cock, he lay down beside her more comfortably and kissed her many times, wiping her face of tears with his lips and and gifting her affectionate gestures that even he did not know he was capable of.

He was fucking in love with her.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in her ear.

Y/N turned to him with a joyful smile, it had been two weeks since that intense and wonderful evening, Jimin had woken her up the next morning with a series of sweet kisses and breakfast in bed, he was so different from the man who had kidnapped her and that helped her fall in love with the boy even more.

"Really?" she asked trying not to appear too excited, Jimin nodded softly.

"Close your eyes," he said, but the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Is this perhaps another one of your wild sessions that see your mouth eating me, Park Jimin?" she said with a raised eyebrow, Jimin at first had spent so much time telling her that he would never give her pleasure with his mouth, she still could not believe how much the boy liked to use his tongue to fuck her over and over again, he seemed almost obsessed. She obviously did not complain.

Jimin grinned slyly, "That one later, love," he chuckled, confirming the girl's thoughts, but Y/N stopped at that affectionate nickname, he always called her "love".

She smiled with a warmed heart once again and closed her eyes, when Jimin was satisfied he moved on to the next step.

"Now open your hands."

Y/N puffed slightly, but listened to him once more, something very light and rectangular was placed on her palms.

"Open your eyes."

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of an emerald-colored letter. It was beautiful, little gold leaves were drawn around the edge, intertwining, but still she did not understand what the boy was getting at.

"You wrote me a letter?" she laughed softly, but Jimin shook his head.

"Open it..." he said simply, and there Y/N could see all his nervousness.

She looked at it again, opening it slowly and pulling out a parchment-colored wrapper, she unwrapped it too and her breath caught.

She brought a hand to her mouth and sobs immediately escaped her control, Jimin held her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

In her hands were two photographs, the first depicted her sister smiling in the arms of a man with western features, it had been taken at a park well lit by green trees and sunlight, she looked so happy and healthy.

In the second she always had a big smile on her face, but in her arms she held a small bundle that she looked at with eyes full of love.

"She's alive," she sobbed against the chest of Jimin, who nodded relieved to have seen no negative reaction.

"Yes, she ... was bought by a wealthy american, he wanted to give her to his son as a birthday present, but he didn't expect that his son would fall in love with her and decide to marry her, she is fine and lacks absolutely nothing, Y/N."

Y/N lifted his flushed gaze into that of the boy, "Thank you, Jimin.... I know you shouldn't have investigated a client, but you did and I thank you," she hugged him as if he was her only pillar of support, which he really was.

But the boy did not look happy, shortly afterwards he sighed.

"There is also another thing in truth."

Y/N broke away slightly.

"I know everything, I know why you ran away from your family, I know why you changed your name, everything."

The woman froze.

She began to shake her head, trying to pull away, but Jimin held her back, "How did you… no, why?" she was lost, why would Jimin do such a thing? She wanted to forget her past!

"How long have you known?"

"Since you disappeared, the last words you said to me… I had to understand, Y/N."

"No! You shouldn't have done-"

"Your uncle met the end he deserved to meet," he said suddenly.

The implication was there, heavy in both their minds.

They looked at each other a few moments, then Jimin hugged her out of the blue.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he began to repeat like a mantra with his lips pressed to her temple, "He won't hurt you anymore, baby," he whispered, Y/N snuggled softly against him.

"Never again?" she made in a tiny little voice, as if the child self was asking for reassurance from the man who had become the center of her world.

"Y/N, I haven't changed," he said, the steel in his eyes confirmed to the girl what she had suspected. Jimin had not changed, he loved her and treated her well, but the killer behind those half-moon eyes that smiled at her was always there, ready to snap at Kim Seokjin's every command, and to tell the truth that realization calmed her, "I made him pay for every single disgusting thing he did to you and I made sure he will never do anything like that to anyone else ever again," he concluded, returning his mind to the moment of capture.

It had not been easy to track him down, it had turned out that he was a loan shark under the command of another Korean Mafia family, that was what got him a lot of money unlike his brother and sister-in-law.

"He played us, he said he was going to help our family," she trembled with her eyes glazed over and grainy, looking at Jimin with sadness and sorrow, "Instead it was just an excuse to..." a gasp of vomit blocked the words in her throat, Jimin brushed a light kiss against her forehead.

"That bastard got the punishment he deserved, now you're with me, that's what's important, okay?" Y/N nodded quickly, seeking comfort in his arms. Little Y/N cried bitterly in the mind of the now adult girl, seeing her mother giving in under her father's pressure, the man feared losing her brother's favor and ending up on the street.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than my own life," Jimin replied immediately, Y/N licked her lips.

"Good, because I love you too, Jimin," she whispered dimly, but the boy heard her anyway, smiling relieved he still cradled her with his chin resting on her head.

"I'll take care of you, I won't let you lack anything," he promised, Y/N closed her eyes letting him carry her to bed like a cute little doll.

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dollfacerecs · 1 year ago

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fic recs by clover. 🍀

♢ hi, i’m clover! i’m an author and my main account is @dollfaceksj. by popular demand, here is my fic recommendation blog!

♢ she // her ; 23 ; nsfw

♢ my own masterlist

♢ more about me here

most of these will be nsfw works so minors are NOT welcome here. please, do make sure to read the warnings on the original posts!

ps: all of these are member(s) x reader fics.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim namjoon.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim seokjin.

⋆⋆ ➳ min yoongi.

⋆⋆ ➳ jung hoseok.

⋆⋆ ➳ park jimin.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim taehyung.

⋆⋆ ➳ jeon jungkook.

⋆⋆ ➳ multiple members.

all credits to the authors.

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disclaimer: some of these i read a long time ago, some of these recently. ever since starting my own fanfic account in may 2023, i haven’t had much time to read so if some of the statuses/info are inaccurate, i apologize. some of these are from like 2017. 😭

much love to these authors. support them be reblogging and leaving feedback! ♡

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mrworldwideshoulders · 2 years ago

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on thin ice || part 1 || reader x ksj

Kim Seokjin is the image of the perfect figure skater – and he knows it. He’s got the skills, the talent, the looks – the only thing he’s missing is the matching gold medal. There’s nothing he can’t do. But when singles skating turns out to be too much for him to handle after an embarrassing mistake and a knee injury at the World Championship, his coach decides that his best chance at taking gold will be skating with a partner. That's where you come in. There’s only one problem: he’s damn near impossible to work with.

❅ Pairing: skater!reader x skater!Seokjin (feat. coach!Hoseok); dual pov ❅ Part 1 wc: 5.3k ❅ Rating: M (18+) ❅ Genre: figure skating au, enemies to lovers, slow-ish burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut ❅ Chapter warnings: knee injuries, cringe ice-related wordplay, tsundere!jin, alcohol consumption, foul language, angry!hobi, far too many descriptions of jin’s shoulders, at least one (1) mention of jin’s ass in spandex ❅ T/N: seonbae = used to refer to one’s superior

a/n: welcome to my very first collab fic! on thin ice is presented as part of the catch of the century collab to celebrate the one and only worldwide handsome jin’s 30th birthday! definitely go check out the other authors and their stories on the masterlist! i am very very late to posting T_T but it’s here now, yay! also i’d like to apologize in advance if i’ve gotten anything wrong about figure skating; i tried to do my research but it’s almost hard to describe in writing since it’s so visual. i was originally going to post this fic all at once but i decided that breaking it into three chunks would be easier for some reason. parts two and three will be coming out soon, but for now, here is part one, beta’d and bannered by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! thx! ly - robyn

PS. I do not own BTS or their likenesses; I just really love em a whole lot.

Present: “I like you,” Seokjin blurts.

His words come so suddenly you’re not sure if you’ve heard him right. Because if you did hear him right, that would mean that the Kim Seokjin, the same man who’s been making everything about your life difficult for the past six months, the man you thought, at one point, might even hate your guts – actually has feelings for you. And that’s only if he’s serious and not pulling your leg right now. “What did you just say?”

“I said I like you, all right?” He’s definitely being sincere. His cheeks are flushed and he can barely look you in the eye. “Really. I think I might even be in love with you. So…please don’t leave me, okay? I know you said we’d play it by ear, but I don’t want to anymore. Don’t make me look for another partner, because the only one I want to skate with is you. I’m asking you to stay. Forever, if you want.�� Seokjin trains his eyes downward while he picks at the side of his thumbnail. “Are you going to say something or are we just going to stand here in awkward silence until one of us takes the hint and leaves?”

“Sorry,” you manage finally. “It’s just…I don't know what to say." He likes you. He might even love you. How exactly were you supposed to react? In your wildest dreams you couldn’t have expected those words to come out of Kim Seokjin’s mouth.

“I know I’ve been an asshole.” he mutters under his breath. “Guess I couldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same way.” He sighs. “All right. I get it. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course you don’t feel the same way. You don’t like me anyway. It’s fine. I’ll go.”

"Wait," you say, catching one of his hands in yours as he turns to leave. You pull him back toward you, until the firm planes of his body are flush against you, your lips reaching up to meet his in a kiss, hoping to convey all of the words tumbling around inside your heart, everything you want to say but can’t seem to put into words. I forgive you. I won’t leave you. And I think I might love you too.

Seokjin seems startled, like he’s not the one who just told you he might be in love with you, but he doesn’t push you away; instead, he leans in further, deepening the kiss. God, he’s a great kisser. You’re the one who initiated, but he clearly knows how to seize the moment. You feel it all over, tingling down your back, in your fingers, in your ears, in your legs, until you tear yourself away, breathless. His face is inches away, shuddering breaths intermingling with yours. He exhales a chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining, but…what was that for?”

You cup his chin and turn his face toward you. "Actions speak louder than words, Ice Prince. Didn’t you know that?"

Six Months Ago: You didn’t have many regrets in your life. The ones you did have were boring, basic, like not being wilder in your teens and early twenties, or not confessing your feelings to the cute guy you used to train with before he quit skating and disappeared from your life. No. Those were nothing compared to the decisions that had brought Kim Seokjin, the biggest asshole in professional figure skating, into your life. Agreeing to skate with him – now that was regrettable. Maybe the most regrettable thing you’d done. The man was gorgeous, of course: tall, broad shouldered, a tiny, trim waist any woman would kill for, an ass that didn’t quit even in spandex, sparkling brown eyes, a head full of dark hair. His face looked like it belonged in a museum, for crying out loud, in a painting or gracing the head of some sculpture. By anyone’s standards, and especially his own, Kim Seokjin was perfect, if not a little wounded after his fall from grace – literally – at the World Championship in France almost half a year ago now, where he’d torn his ACL and blown his knee along with his chances at gold and the Olympics, the reason he supposedly needed a partner. To anyone with a passing interest in dramas this only made him more perfect: beautiful and slightly tormented, like their favorite male lead, or a fallen young demigod from a Greek epic. His horde of adoring (mostly female) fans even referred to him as “Worldwide Handsome Jin.” You had to wonder just how much of his public persona was real. You knew a thing or two about it; you used to be one of his fans, though more of a casual observer than anything. You’d seen firsthand how he interacted with them: all winks and smiles and air kisses and finger hearts. It had all seemed so believable then, that Kim Seokjin was not only a world-class figure skater, but a total sweetheart in addition to being the most attractive man in the sport. The complete package, as it were. It would be a dream come true – no, the chance of a lifetime – for someone like you to get to skate with the Kim Seokjin. But that was before you agreed to work with him.

They always say don’t meet your heroes, right?

Right from the start he’d been a pain in the ass, from the moment his coach, Jung Hoseok, had offered you the position as his partner. During your tryout you could hear him picking at you from the stands, but you’d come far enough to believe that you were something of a professional, and could work successfully with most people, even the difficult ones. Kim Seokjin was not most people. He took being difficult to an entirely new level. Within the first ten minutes of your practice together he’d knocked you over, then blamed it on you. Okay, fine – in his defense, not that he deserved it, it kind of had been your fault. You should have known better than to skate up behind him without saying anything. But did he have to be such an ass about it? You were willing to let it go for the first week or two, figuring he was just nursing his wounded pride from blowing his chance at Worlds gold, but it had been weeks, and he was still the same old jerk. You supposed it only made sense that he was a dick. No guy could be that attractive without also being a total jackass. The man hated you. You were convinced of it. Nothing came out of his mouth that wasn’t critical or dismissive. That same mouth always seemed to be etched in a permanent scowl. And you, who had been practicing for years, perfecting your signature moves, were suddenly an amateur again. In his eyes, anyway.

“First time on ice, huh, Twinkle Toes?” he mutters into your ear, hand on your waist as you both freeze in your ending positions. Twinkle Toes. Where did that nickname even come from?

“With all due respect,” you hiss, teeth gritted in a feigned smile, “kiss my ass.”

“Ooh. Feisty.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Who do you think I got it from? Shut up.”

"Cute," he says. "I'd love to see you try and make me."

You scoff irritably and yank your hand out of his grasp.

A short whistle blast brings you both to attention. “Well, that was fucking terrible.” Hoseok is glaring at the two of you with a withering expression and you wince internally. It only took a few weeks to find out that Hoseok never minces words when it comes to criticism. “Really. It’s ungodly how awful that was. You two need to get over yourselves, stat, because I’ve had enough of this shit. We've been running the same program for weeks and it hasn't gotten any better. In fact, I think it's gotten worse. You’re both barely making the lifts, you're sure as shit not sticking the landings, and your arms are all over the place, all because you can’t stop picking at each other long enough to focus, when neither of you are in any position to be complaining about the other. If you don’t put a lid on it and start acting like the professionals you’re supposed to be, then it’s suicides until the end of eternity for both of you. Is that clear?”

“Fine,” says Seokjin. He crosses his arms and gives you a sidelong glance. “I will if she does.”

The audacity of this guy. “I never wasn’t, Ice Prince. Check yourself, or I will do it for you.”

“Great idea, Hobi.” Seokjin looks pointedly at his coach. “I think it’s already working.”

“Don’t Hobi me!” Hoseok snaps. “I’ve had it up to here with your bullshit! Go get to know each other somewhere outside of this rink. Go get food or something. Talk about yourselves. Don’t you dare talk about skating. And try not to kill each other. Yeah? Awesome. Get out of here. If either one of you calls me to complain I’m blocking you.”

“How do you know that the second we get out of here we’re not both going to go our separate ways?” demands Seokjin.

“Because,” says Hoseok. “I’ll know. And I swear to God I will kill you. I will kill you, and no one will ever find your body. Don’t think I can’t make that happen.” The barely-concealed fury simmering in Hoseok’s eyes is enough to keep either of you from protesting any further.

That was how you’d wound up in a barbecue restaurant, with perhaps the most unlikely dinner guest you’d ever faced. Seokjin sat stoically across from you, scowling, saying nearly nothing, except to insist upon grilling the meat himself. “I’m sure your cooking is about as good as your skating, so I’d rather not take my chances,” he said, curling his upper lip. You sighed resignedly, and waved the waitstaff back over to order several bottles of soju. If you were going to get through dinner with him, you were going to need it, even though you weren’t supposed to since you were in training.

An awkward silence falls over your table like a blanket, almost heavy enough to fold. You watch him as he methodically turns the meat over on the grill. “Do you… like cooking?” you say, hesitantly, in an attempt to break the ice.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes laser-focused on the meat. “Hoseok keeps me on a pretty strict diet during training season, so I don’t get to do it very often, but it’s nice when I get the chance.” There’s a teasing grin on his face. “Let me guess. You’re a terrible cook?”

You scoff. “I get by just fine.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure.” One eyebrow quirks. “Is ramyeon and convenience store tteokbokki still as good as it used to be?”

“Bite me.” You scowl. “If you must know, I don’t have to cook for myself because my mom brings me food. Every week. So I can focus on training. Balanced meals every night, and all I have to do is wash the dishes.”

“Congrats,” says Seokjin sardonically. “Eat up. Those are done.” He points to a still sizzling batch of pork belly with his chopsticks.

You glare at him as you reach for the meat. It’s perfect. Damn him, you think angrily. Is he just good at everything? You down your glass of soju and pour yourself another, under Seokjin’s disapproving gaze. “What?” you demand.

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “Just thinking you might want to pace yourself a little.”

“Why don’t you stop judging me and loosen up?” You pour a fresh glass and push it toward him. “Come on, we’re supposed to be getting to know each other. And having fun? We can’t exactly do that if you’re just going to sit there and be a stick in the mud.” You nudge the glass closer.

“Yah, stop it! I don’t know why I’m even listening to you.” He picks it up and downs the whole thing in one gulp. “There. Happy? I can keep going.”

“How about a game of Truth or Dare? Only, if you don’t want to answer you have to drink. What do you think?” You lean on the table, resting your hands in your palms and looking up at him.

“No.” He turns over a piece of meat. “I have no interest in getting to know you. I’m only here because I’m trying to not give Hoseok an actual reason to murder me.”

“Isn’t he younger than you? Why are you so afraid of him?”

“I’m not afraid of him,” he says dismissively, “it’s Hoseok. He may threaten to murder me like twice a week, but he knows what he’s doing, most of the time. We’re contemporaries, sort of. Which makes him a better coach than some retiree who hasn’t skated in years and has no idea what it's like anymore.”

“Do you think you’ll coach after you retire?” You’ve thought a lot about it yourself, and it’s probably what you’ll do once you decide it’s time. You like the idea of molding the next generation of future potential Olympians and World Cup champions. It feels honorable. Rewarding. A way of paying the universe back, somehow.

Apparently Seokjin doesn’t think so. His eyes narrow and his jawline goes taut, like he’s gritting his teeth. “Who says I’m retiring anytime soon, Twinkle Toes?”

“No one, Ice Prince. It was a simple question. Just forget it.” So he’s not the coaching type. Certainly not surprising, based on what you know so far.

“I can’t imagine anything worse, anyway,” he grumbles. “I mean, anyone would be lucky to get to learn from me, but who has the patience for that? Who’d want to spend all of their free time with a bunch of people who don’t know what they’re doing?”

“Well, someone has to, don’t they?

“Sure, I guess, if you’re a sadist or something.”

You toss back another shot. Maybe that’s what gives you the courage to ask your next question. “Ice Prince, with all due respect, weren’t you an amateur once? What’s with this burning hatred for beginners?”

“Me? An amateur? Ha!” he scoffs. “Not once in my entire life have I ever been an amateur at anything. Do you know how I got to where I am? Talent. Raw talent. Not everybody has that.”

“Well, maybe that’s your problem, then.” You shrug. “You’ve been coasting on your looks and your talent your whole career, so you don’t know how to handle it when things actually get hard. Is that why you’re so insufferable? I mean, I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Seokjin demands.

“Nothing,” you say innocently. “Whatever could I possibly mean by that?”

“As if you’ve never wanted to quit when it’s gotten hard,” he mutters, returning his attention to the grill in front of him. “No, because Twinkle Toes is perfect, isn’t she?”

Oh yeah, Hoseok, this was a great idea, you think, rolling your eyes. We might just kill each other first and save you the trouble.

The evening wears on, and you debate pretending to go to the bathroom so you can sneak out of the restaurant and go home, where you could be eating one of your mom’s premade meals prepared with love, with a TV show or a movie for company, instead of eating barbecue prepared with loathing and waging verbal warfare with a man who’s made it his life’s purpose to test your limits. You blow out a breath and order yourself another few bottles of soju, determined to make it through this as painlessly as possible, and attempt to refrain from hurling any more insults in Seokjin’s direction.

Time slows and speeds as neither one of you speaks, and you slip further and further into your stupor, losing track of how many drinks you’ve had. You slam your empty cup down next to your mostly empty bottle of soju – the third one. Or is it the fourth one? His face swims before you, his features blurring into a big round blob, then back into Kim Seokjin. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” he demands. His voice sounds distant. “You know if you drink too much you’ll get us both in trouble. Your coach already hates me, and Hoseok will look for any excuse to smack me across the head.”

“Shut up,” you burst, jabbing a finger in his general direction. “You shut your beautiful mouth, Kim Seokjin. I wouldn’t be drinking if it weren’t for you. This is your fault.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault.” If your brain is still working the way it’s supposed to, you’d swear he sounds amused. “Okay. How is it my fault?”

You open and close your mouth a few times. “It just is, okay?”

“Nope.” He crosses his arms. “You can’t prove it’s my fault if you don’t have any solid evidence.”

“You’re annoying. That’s why.” You prop your head on your fist. “God, you’re so annoying. Ugh. Why did I ever agree to this? You obviously hate me. Nobody’s doing me any favors. I’m just suffering at this point having to deal with you every day.”

“Then why did you agree to it?”

“I don’t even remember anymore.” The memory seems so distant now. You sigh. “My coach said it would be good for my career. And I admired you. I always have. I really thought I could learn something from you, you know? That skating with you would make me a better skater. I wanted to get along with you. But I guess it was naïve of me to think we could be friends. I mean, I get it. You’re Kim Seokjin.” You’re rambling. “Years of experience, a bajillion gold medals, hordes of screaming fans. And you hate me. I know. You don’t have to like me. But of course you hate me. So why do I even feel bad for you? You’ve got everything you ever wanted, don’t you? What do you care about some little nobody like me?” You sniffle, allowing a few tears to plop onto the table. It’s the most honest you’ve been with him since you met, even if it is because you’re drunk.

Seokjin doesn’t say anything, just releases a heavy sigh. “You’re not a nobody, y/n.” A napkin appears in your line of sight, extended between two long fingers. You look up, and he smiles wryly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, but only because you’re so far gone I know you’ll probably forget it by tomorrow.” His voice softens. “It might look like I have it all. But I don’t. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve built in the past fifteen years, it’s all been for one thing. With one mistake, all of it could disappear in an instant, and I might never achieve what I set out to do. If I don’t have any of that…I have nothing. And that terrifies me.”

Kim Seokjin…is scared? You don’t know what to say. “What do you want?” you ask. “This thing you’ve been working for the whole time. What is it?”

“What everyone wants, obviously.” Seokjin avoids your eyes. “Greatness. Recognition.”

You prop your cheek on one hand and gaze at him. “There are things other than greatness, you know. Love. Contentment.” Your mind goes blank trying to think of something else. “Other stuff.”

“Yeah, I don’t think any of that’s in the cards for me.” He laughs, a goofy one that sounds sort of like a windshield wiper. It’s the first time you’ve heard a genuine laugh out of him. “Ah, why am I telling you this, anyway? It’s not like you care. Don’t you hate me? Didn’t you say I was insufferable or something like that?”

“Hmm.” You consider it. “No, I really don’t hate you. You’re a pain in the ass and I don’t particularly like you, but I don’t think I’d say I hate you.”

“So where does that leave us?"

"Wait." You hold up a hand. "You don't hate me?"

"Did I ever say I did?"

"How do you feel about me then?" You lean in, wobbling slightly. "You like me, don't you, Ice Prince?"

Seokjin scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I didn't say that either, Twinkle Toes.” He leans back and crosses his arms across that impossibly broad chest of his, gazing at you imperiously. “I tolerate you because I have to. There’s a difference.”

“Oh, come on. Humor me. We were having such a nice moment, y’know?”

"All right. Fine.” He huffs in mock seriousness. “You’re a little bit more than tolerable, and you’re actually decent when it comes down to it. There. Are you happy?”

“Hmm,” you hum, closing your eyes. “Kim Seokjin thinks I’m decent. That’s something, I guess.” A warm feeling washes over you. You rest your cheek against the surface of the table. It’s cool and flat. “Maybe I should call you seonbae now.”

“Whatever floats your boat, y/n.”

He doesn’t hate me. Kim Seokjin doesn’t hate me.

It’s your last thought before your mind goes blank.

Seokjin wasn’t betting on any of this. Blowing his knee in France, having to hit pause on singles skating to take on the entirely new challenge of skating with a partner: a partner he never wanted and had set his mind on hating – none of it. He’d returned from six months of rehab for the torn ACL, against both Hoseok and his physical therapist’s warnings that it was too soon, hoping against hope that he’d find that everything in his world was still as he’d left it. He’d been sorely disappointed to find that nothing was the same and would probably never be the same again. It was the most he could do to stay upright on the ice. Jumps were no man’s land. Spins weren’t much better. Fifteen years of training, conditioning, and careful practice, gold medals and world-class athleticism, all shot because he had to have his ten seconds of glory at Worlds, ten seconds that had turned into months of pain and embarrassment. It swelled when he used it too much, swelled when he didn’t use it at all, and went stiff overnight, making him limp like an old man in the mornings. Why did he bother, really, when he could barely swing any of the fundamentals anymore? Quitting and taking early retirement sounded more likely than taking home bronze at Worlds – or even placing at all.

Then Hoseok suggested he try skating with a partner. For some reason he seemed to think, since Seokjin couldn’t handle singles, at least for the time being, that somehow he’d be better off skating with someone else. It was a terrible idea, in his opinion – there was nobody even close enough to his level, especially before he’d fucked everything up, and not now, either. But Hoseok was his coach, even if he was two years younger than him, and the best course of action was usually for Seokjin to let these things play out until Hoseok realized for himself what a shitty plan it was and righted the course on his own.

He already knew you were going to be a problem, the second you arrived for practice that first day. Your coach, Coach Lim, also happened to be Hoseok’s old coach, hence how he’d managed to get a hold of you. Seokjin already knew she hated him. She was an old friend of Hoseok’s mother, who had medaled or at least gone to the Olympics for figure skating at some point years ago, had envisioned the same thing for Hoseok, and both had been particularly disappointed when Hoseok had decided to quit competing in favor of replacing Seokjin’s coach. But it wasn’t like he’d held a gun to his head; the timing was just right and Hoseok liked the idea of ordering someone older than him around, so that was Coach Lim’s problem, not Seokjin’s. He wasn’t sure how long you had been training with her, but she’d probably been shit-talking him for years. It would only make sense for you to hate him too. He couldn’t have asked for an easier way out of this if it had been handed to him. If you hated him, and your coach hated him, then there was no possible way that this could work out, right? It really was too bad. You weren’t the best by any means, but you had potential, just as he had all those years ago when someone had spotted him doing figure eights at the rink near his grandmother’s house and suggested he take lessons. With time, you could even be great. That, unfortunately, was exactly what he didn’t need: someone else who just needed time. That was all anyone had been telling him since he’d torn his ACL. One step at a time. Take it slow. These things take time. God, he couldn’t stand it any more. Clearly he was no longer the wunderkind he’d been fifteen years ago, when a fall like this would have set him back a month or two, not a whole damn season of competitions. He didn’t have time for that. He was a 24-year-old with a knee injury, for fuck’s sake, with 25 fast approaching in December. He didn’t exactly have time to waste on someone like you, someone who just needed time, when the average age of retirement for figure skaters was 26. He might as well have an expiration date stamped on his forehead. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that, once he reached that imaginary expiration date, someone, it didn’t matter who, would take one look at him and toss him out on his ass. He couldn't let that happen, not without something to show for it.

Unfortunately, you were going to be harder to get rid of than he thought. You hated him, he could tell. But you hadn’t quit yet. You were a formidable opponent, and he’d even come to enjoy picking at you. However, that was before. Before the two of you had been forced out to dinner together under the guise of getting to know each other. The dinner where you’d gotten three bottles deep in soju and practically started sobbing at the table, all because you were convinced he hated you, when the truth was that he didn’t. Seokjin didn’t even have to think about it that hard. He’d set out to hate you, and he did, at first. You were a representation of his failure at the one thing he was supposed to be the best at. It meant he no longer had what it took to make it on his own, meant that he should get comfortable waiting for nothing to happen. But he didn’t hate you anymore. Somewhere along the way, he’d done what he promised himself he wouldn’t: he’d come to like you. He liked having a partner – liked having you as a partner. Skating was already a solitary sport, especially for him, and the only person who’d ever wholly supported him in it had been his grandmother; his parents had been too busy complaining about him wasting time that he could be studying to come to any of his competitions. He hadn’t minded that at first. He preferred his own company to anyone else’s. But in working with you, he’d come to find that it was nice having someone else around – someone he didn’t necessarily have to consider competition – because he didn’t feel so alone anymore. Though he couldn’t have you knowing that. You would be even more insufferable than you already were. So he didn’t say so. He’d simply handed you a napkin to wipe your eyes.

You didn’t hate him either, though you didn’t particularly like him. He didn’t hate you, not anymore. So what did that mean? You hadn’t answered him when he asked, either too surprised by his response or too drunk to think of one. Seokjin ponders the question as he struggles down the dark, almost empty streets to the address he’d managed to squeeze out of you before you passed out for good, with you riding piggyback behind him, ignoring the shooting pains trying to creep back into his bum knee. At least he’d only really had to carry you to and from his car, he reminds himself. It could be worse. Which he’d found out was true when he realized he’d have to carry you up three flights of stairs. Seokjin sighs. You let out a groan and wrap your arms even tighter around his neck while he eyes the first set of stairs in front of him.

“Hey, knock it off,” he grumbles, jostling you roughly to see if it’ll loosen your grip. It doesn’t – but he starts up the stairs anyway, his knee throbbing painfully with each step. He’ll have to ice it later for sure. Why is he doing this, exactly? Really. He could have just left you sleeping on a bench somewhere near the restaurant. It’s cold, for one thing, so you probably would have gotten sick, then Hoseok and Coach Lim probably would have teamed up to kill him or something. There were certainly ways he could have gotten you up the stairs without further injuring himself. Simply dropping you on the ground, for one, and forcing you to walk on your own. That would definitely sober you up. As much as he would have liked to, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Generally speaking, Seokjin tried not to concern himself too much with what other people thought of him; it never ended well when he paid too much attention to what people were saying about him. This time, for some reason…he rather enjoyed the thought that you didn’t completely hate him, although even if he’d left you outside to sleep on a bench it probably wouldn’t change your opinion of him much.

He sighs in relief when he finally reaches the third floor and manages to finally pry you off his back, setting you on unsteady feet to steer you down the hall towards your apartment. You flop against the wall next to your door, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor while he unlocks the door with the keys he confiscated from you back at the restaurant. Seokjin crouches down in front of you. “Aish, what is this? What are you doing on the floor?”

“Mm,” you grumble sleepily, waving him off with a sloppy hand gesture. “I’m tired. You can just leave me here.”

“Yah! You want to sleep in the hall like some drunk? Get up and go inside.” Slipping his hands under your arms, he pulls you back upright and nudges you into your apartment, ignoring your protests.

Once he’s gotten you inside, you seem to realize where you are, and you stumble off down the narrow hallway, bumping noisily into corners and the edges of things. Seokjin watches from the doorway of your room as you finally collapse face-first into your bed, a muffled snore escaping from your mouth. He can’t help but chuckle looking at you, snoring, completely dead to the world.

“Shameless,” Seokjin mutters. “How can she be so shameless?”

I thought I could learn something from you. I thought, maybe, skating with you might make me a better skater. He considers what you said earlier as he drags a blanket over your sleeping form and lets himself out of your apartment, wondering if you really meant it. You really weren’t so bad, he thought, and maybe there was something to be gained from skating with you, too. Maybe gold wasn’t as unattainable as it seemed.

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The Final Countdown

pairing; non-idol!kim seokjin, student!kim seokjin x non-idol!reader, student!reader ft. ot7

genre; angst, fluff, s2l, college au, soulmate au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, a lot of college stereotyping, jin is a nerdy fuckboy in this one, but taehyung is worse, reader is very blunt and has no filter, has moments of narcissism, all the boys will make an appearance at some point and interact with reader in…various ways, some flirty, some not

rating; 18+

w/c; 7,125 oops they just keep getting longer

a/n; it’s been awhile since jin has seen some love, so let’s give him some, yeah? having fun with these soulmate au’s, not gonna lie! hope y’all like this one just as much as the others! like + reblog if you enjoyed, and feedback is always appreciated. <3 ps. this wasn't proofread and done through mobile so be kind pls + ty

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

Kim Seokjin. Certified campus playboy extraordinaire. Known to woo his fellow classmates not only with his good looks, but also his quick wit. His style always stayed on trend. He kept good repertoire with all his teachers, especially with the Dean. He did a lot of community work to add to his stellar college résumé, keeping up his 4.0 GPA despite his nightly and weekend activities with his frat boys, BTS, as they called themselves. No one knew what it stood for. They always seemed to travel in a group, or pairs. Rarely ever were they seen alone other than when partaking in their daily classes.

Kim Namjoon was the right hand man of the playboy, known to have a good head on his shoulders despite his choice of company. He also made sure to keep up with studies and extracurricular activities alike. Always there to bail out his best friend in times of need, and was actually good at keeping decent conversation. Unlike some of the other group members, he was the most pleasant one of the seven. Very respectful towards women, so you’ll have to give him a great mark for that fact.

Keeping up with the Kim’s, there’s Kim Taehyung. He was known as the ‘grandpa’ of the group. His clothes mainly consisted of sweater vests, corduroy pants, and shiny dress shoes. His signature was his various style hats he wore. From Fedora’s, Derby hats, Bowler hats, Newsboy hats, you name it, he’s probably worn it. With his suave charm to match, he always has some girl on his arm. Definitely one to watch out for, despite his nickname.

Jung Hoseok was the labeled ‘sunshine’ of the group. Always sporting a sparkling, white smile on his face whenever you see him. Majority of the time you would hear his loud voice, before seeing his figure literally skipping over to you. He was always on the move it seemed, being a lover of dancing. He always had headphones secured around his neck, when they weren’t positioned on his head. Wearing extremely vibrant colored clothes, it was easy to spot him from a mile away. He was the life of the party, and flirty to boot. If he beckons you with a pick up line that’s ready to fall from his lips at a moments notice, you better beware, cause that meant you were in his line of sight and he always gets what he wants.

Park Jimin shared the same sentiments as his fellow dancer, Hoseok, when it came to dancing. But other than that, they were the complete opposite. He didn’t wear vibrant clothes, but he wore a lot of designer. His grades were average, passable. Which is all he cared about when it came to doing homework. Though, if we’re being honest, a lot of the time it was someone else doing it for him. His charm knew no bounds when it came to the freshmen girls who were oblivious to his underlying motives of sudden attention towards them. But worry you not, he never slept with any of them. He had higher morals than that.

Min Yoongi was the ‘quiet’ one of the group. Like Hoseok, his own pair of headphones were basically attached to his body in some form. Everyone knew that if they were over his ears, you had no chance of getting his attention. So don’t even try. Opting to keep to himself, it was rare to see him in conversation with anyone other than his teachers when needed and his fellow group members. But he had high marks in all his classes, so not even the teachers bothered the reserved student too often. There was even a rumor going around that he must not have any teeth, cause he never smiled. Always wearing the same blank expression on his face, no matter the mood or atmosphere that hung around him.

And last, but not least, was Jeon Jungkook. He was labeled the ‘bad boy’ of the group. Piercings and tattoos alike could be seen on various parts of his pale skin. He always wore his signature leather jacket, never letting it out of his sight on the rare occasion that he took it off. Other than his jacket, his outfit always consisted of his shiny, platform, combat boots and various clothes only in the colors black and white. He carried an aura around him that was intimidating to those that didn’t know the male’s true nature. Which you would soon find out was the complete opposite of what everyone pictured him as, much to your amusement. Oh, and he had the literal voice of an angel.

So there they were, the OT7, as fans of the group called them. The ‘one true seven’. How did you get to know so much about them, and more importantly, why? Well, fortunately for you, it’s because you were assigned to the group to be a mentor of some sort, due to your higher marks and pristine reputation that even surpassed Kim Seokjin’s. Him being none the wiser, still believing that he was the best in his class or of the school itself. The Dean himself appointed you to the position in discretion, his secretary being the one to fill you in on each member, unbeknownst to the seven men. The only catch being, they could never find out what your true intentions were. So it’s like you were undercover. A spy, you thought with glee.

The mission? To survey and get close to Kim Seokjin specifically, and see if he’s truly worthy of receiving the same full ride scholarship that you are to a company only two students get accepted to every four years. Both his dream company, and yours. Luckily, that four years is during your shared senior year. The information you received of his group of friends was solely to help you get close to Seokjin through them. All becoming extremely valuable assets to your cause.

And what the Dean didn’t know, was that you had your own motives. Glancing down at the invisible counter on your wrist that only you could see, you saw the numbers decreasing rapidly. It made your once giddy smile fall flat from your face in humbling realization. You needed to find your soulmate, and you needed to find them, now. Before it was too late and both you and your soulmate would cease to exist, or in other words, you would die. And you couldn’t tell a single soul, which means neither could your soulmate. So no one could help you, but yourself. How fitting. And equally as cruel.

Thankfully, the universe had other plans for you. One being, you were able to receive one hint as to where your soulmate was located. But that one hint could only be revealed when you had 48hrs remaining on your time left. Which is exactly what you had left, give or take a few hours less. And the hint you received?

It wasn’t BTS, it wasn’t OT7, it was just Kim.

That’s all you had to go off, literally. The only way to find out if they truly were your soulmate? A kiss. A fucking kiss. Getting past the fact that it’s so cliche it physically makes your body cringe, you now had to potentially kiss three different guys who shared the same family name. And you weren’t the type of person to just go up to a random guy you never met and kiss them. That’s insane!

With no time to lose, you collected the pile of Manila envelopes that were on the Dean’s desk. Carrying the various confidential intel in your arms, you bowed to them respectfully, and made your way out of the office.

It was time to get to work.

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Your first victim? Kim Namjoon. The one that could hold a decent conversation and was respectful towards women. And with your luck? Hopefully he would be the only one you needed to kiss. Plus, having someone like him wouldn’t be so terrible as a soulmate. He could fit well with your ideals and future plans, you thought with a subtle nod of your head as you approached the unsuspecting male.

He was lost in his own world, reading a book on a bench that was shaded by the tall, full, tree that was located a few feet behind the bench. His legs were crossed, one hand holding the book open in front of his face that adorned his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and the other was casually leaning against the back of the bench. Your little bookworm heart swooned at the sight before you.

Looking down at your book of choice, ‘The Great Gatsby’, a classic, you walked towards the other side of the bench that was unoccupied and sat down. Sliding down your own reading glasses on the bridge of your nose that were haphazardly just resting on the top of your head previously, you pretended to start reading. And you waited.

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.’”

Grinning to yourself inwardly, your assumptions were correct. The male next to you took the bait you unknowingly dangled in front of him, and couldn’t help but quote the book you were currently ‘reading’. Perfect. Not the quote you would’ve personally went for, but it still works. Now, to turn on the oblivious charm, you thought rather maniacally.

“Excuse me? What was that?” You asked the male next to you with feigned confusion and just a hint of mock anger, making him believe that you thought he was judging you. He couldn’t help but find your expression cute. And your literature of choice made him all the more curious about you. He wanted to find out more.

“I was uh–I was quoting your,” he gestured with the hand that was settled a hair width away on the back of the bench from your shoulder, hand dangling from his wrist, he twisted it, pointing towards your book. “–book. I hope you didn’t think I was judging you.” his eyes went wide with sudden terror. Oh shit. You didn’t think that did you? Now becoming flustered, he tried backtracking his previous, seemingly rude, statement.

“I hope she'll be a fool–that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” You quoted perfectly to the still visibly semi panicking male next to you, deciding to end his torment. Placing a hand over your mouth, you let out a small laugh. You think he had enough for the day.

His panicked face turned into one of relief, body sagging as he let his head fall into the middle of his opened book. Shoulders shaking lightly as he let out a chuckle of his own. Straightening himself up, he doggy eared the page he was reading to mark his place. Shutting the book with a satisfying sound only true bookworms would enjoy.

Turning his body to face you, he let out a dimpled grin. Moving the arm that once rested on the bench, he held out his hand towards you to shake and gave you the luxury of his full name. You returned the sentiment in kind.

“Nice too meet you, y/n. Hopefully, we can see more of each other in the future?” He not so subtly suggested, still wearing the same dimpled grin. How could you say no to that face?

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Having secured a contact with Namjoon during your first successful mission yesterday, where you put your phone number in his phone. You used reverse psychology on him that put the ball solely in his court if he wanted to see you again. He will, you thought confidently. And you know for a fact that they’re having a party tonight he can use as an excuse to hang out with you. Perfecting timing, considering you now have less than 24hrs to find your soulmate, no big deal.

He then calls, or texts. You’ll act like you can’t make it on the facade of having plans with a friend. Then you’ll give false hope that maybe you can, if so and so cancels on you, which they just so happen to randomly get sick out of nowhere. And BOOM. You show up in all your glory, surprising him at the party.

Which is where you were currently at, now.

Your plan working to a T.

With several bodies gyrating next to each other in the cramped house the party was located, your eyes catch sight of your next eligible bachelor, Kim Taehyung. He was leaning with his back against the wall, a random girl you’ve never seen before already pushing her boobs shamelessly into the side of his arm. You could tell he was both aroused, yet unamused at the girl’s antics. He was probably used to girls throwing themselves on him. You were about to change that fact.

Maneuvering your way through the crowd, you hiked up your already short school girl style skirt, showing more of your thighs, leaving what was almost visible to the imagination of wandering eyes. Thigh length, white, long socks encompassed your legs. Feet were clad in your black, red bottom, stilettos. Contrary to your skirt, your boobs were safely tucked away, yet still perky and full, beneath the straining buttons of your white button up, long sleeved blouse. A beige colored sweater vest was worn on top of the long sleeved blouse. And a perfectly placed, black ribbon, was tied neatly in the middle of the vest. You were the epitome of every guys sinful, school girl uniform wearing, wet dreams.

A look that caught Taehyung’s attention the instant you walked right past him, and outside into the almost semi-fresh air, if it wasn’t for the smokers that littered the backyard in groups. If only there was a designated smoking section, you thought bitterly. Not that you weren’t whole pro ‘your body, your choice’. No, you were. And some of the best people you knew chose to smoke, you just hated the putrid smell they emitted once burned. Turning slightly to make your way to the various alcoholic drinks that lay neatly spaced out by type on a large table, courtesy of Namjoon, you have no doubt, him being the perfectionist that he is, you glanced sideways. Sure enough, you could see that he was following you. Success. God, you were good.

Mixing yourself a random concoction of the various alcoholic beverages supplied, you placed the red solo cup to your lips, and taking a swig, you yet again waited. Sure enough, only a few moments later, he sidled up next to you at the table and poured his own choice of drink, whiskey. It suited him, you thought. As soon as he was about to open his mouth and address you, a voice could be heard calling out your name from behind you. Ah, two birds with one stone, you inwardly smirked at your luck. You immediately turned towards the voice, completely ignoring the presence of Taehyung next to you.

“Hey, y/n! Glad to see you made it!” Namjoon gracefully walked up to you, his dimpled grin on full display, one you never got tired of seeing. A smile could be seen on your face as well as you looked at the welcomed intruder.

“Joonie!” You replied with the unsuspecting pet name, hoping it would make the male behind you jealous. Your own smile on full display, only growing wider, upon further realizing a second body appear from behind his figure, flanking him. Jeon Jungkook. Seriously, how good was your luck right now? You should get a lottery ticket!

Mildly amused by the pet name, he laughed. Then proceeded to engulf you in a hug, where you realized just how tall the guy was. Your head barely making it a little below his chest, where his abs surely were. Returning the hug just as enthusiastically, you both pulled away from each other. In that split second, you saw how his eyes traveled down your body, checking you out. He gave another grin of approval, but didn’t outwardly say why he smiled. But you knew. Oh, you knew.

Introducing you to his shadow, who you already knew the name of, you feigned ignorance.

“This is Jungkook, or JK, as we like to call him.” He pointed behind him, where Jungkook still stood, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but this party. That’s something you two could agree on. Surprisingly, he gave you a small smile in greeting, nodding his head at you.

You gave a polite smile back. Glimpsing at his outfit, you saw a small, barely noticeable charm stick out from the black of his leather jacket, what with it being the same color. It was a symbol you only ever saw within the confines of your dorm room, where you played your music loud in your ears so as not to wake your neighbors. So it made no sense why you saw it displayed on Jungkook’s beloved jacket of all places. But, you figured you could use it as a talking point to get the guy to open up to you more.

Stepping to the side of Namjoon, you leaned forward towards Jungkook, making him eye you warily, wondering what the heck you were doing. Namjoon turned his body sideways to watch you himself, curious. And Taehyung just took the divine opportunity to stare at your ass cheeks that were now out in view for him to admire due to you bending over the perfect amount to stare at Jungkook. Much to his disdain, Namjoon noticed him doing so and smacked the pervert upside the back of his head, glaring at him. Taehyung just gave a shrug of his shoulders and gestured to your ass in a silent way of saying ‘well what do you expect, it’s right there’.

Squinting at the upside down font of the artist in question, you had to make sure you were correct before continuing with your plan. You were right. Straightening yourself back up you gave Jungkook a smile.

“I like your charm.” You stated casually. His eyes narrowed in confusion for a second, before widening in disbelief. No one has ever acknowledged the charm on his jacket before. He was starting to like you now, even though you were acting weird just a second ago. He’d look past it though for a fellow Ariana Grande fan.

The comment made Namjoon smile knowingly, and Taehyung scoff from behind his red solo cup he was currently drinking out of. Swirling the cup of whiskey in his hand, he decided to finally join in on the conversation.

“Don’t tell me you’re also a fan of hers? That’s sorely disappointing.” He sighed in disdain, looking at you with half lidded eyes, clearly feeling the effects of his choice of drink already. A lightweight, you thought in amusement. You expected a guy like him to handle his liquor better.

Jungkook was about to speak up in the singer’s defense, like the black knight he is. Much to everyone’s surprise, including his, it was your voice that spoke up before he could. Yeah, he definitely liked you now. Especially after the jab you sent at Taehyung that had him keeling over with laughter that was a rare sight to see. Namjoon joining him in the raucous laughter, gaining the attention of the rest of group members, making them start to walk over to your group.

“Now I get why they call you grandpa!” You snapped your fingers, proceeding to point at Taehyung with your pointer finger, widening your eyes in mock shock. “Cause you nag like one, grandpa.” You emphasized on his nickname, crossing your arms over your chest and popping your hip out to the side in a sassy pose.

You expected Taehyung to get upset and stomp off in hysterics. Not what he did next. Sauntering over to you, unphased, he leaned extremely close to your face. Getting dangerously near your slightly parted lips, he then pivoted towards the side of your ear at the last second. He sultry whispered in your ear something that had you letting out a quiet gasp only he could hear. Your arms tightened underneath your breasts, pushing them up subconsciously into his chest. The cocky bastard smirked knowingly at you.

“That’s not the only reason they call me grandpa, y/n. It’s also because with age, comes experience. And I have tons of experience I wouldn’t mind showing you, all you have to do is ask. I’d love the opportunity to slide your purple thong you’re wearing down those beautiful legs of yours.”

With a kiss on your cheek, he clinked his red solo cup with yours. Taking a swig of his drink, he walked off into the crowd of party goers.

“Sorry about Taehyung, y/n. He means well, just has a funny way of showing it.” Namjoon came to his friend’s defense, as he stared at your still turned back.

“That, and he’s just a cocky asshole.” Jungkook chimed in after him. That one, you could agree with. Just as you were about to turn and face the two, yet another unexpected guest made themselves known. And not the good kind.

Apparently, you pissed off the girl from earlier that was shoving her boobs into his arm. Having witnessed your interaction with him, she probably thought that Taehyung had a genuine interest in you, which, she would be sorely mistaken, you’re sure. She strutted up to you, attempting to look intimidating. Your eyebrows raising to your hairline, you went to ask her what her problem was when she suddenly threw her drink on you, successfully getting your entire top soaked through with what smelled like straight Vodka, unfortunately. What a waste.

“Stay away from my man, you slut.” She sneered at you with her average looking face, you’ll admit. Not even giving you time to reply back, she wandered off in the direction she saw Taehyung go before her little act of vengeance.

Some party goers stopped to watch the show, but most just ignored it completely. They’re probably used to shit like this happening on a daily basis when it comes to these parties.

Without thinking, you grabbed the hem of your sweater vest and pulled it off and over your head, before turning around to face the boys again. With a look of disgust on your face, you flung the soaked material on the beach chair next to you as you spoke your thoughts out loud. You’d collect it later when it hopefully dried up.

“Who the hell just drinks straight up vodka?” All you got in return was silence, which made you confused, so you asked.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked oblivious to your now see through attire. Forgetting you only wore a long sleeved white blouse underneath your sweater vest. The only thought on your mind being to get out of what clothes you could that made your nostrils flare in disgust, and stomach turn from the onslaught of strong alcohol.

Jungkook wordlessly shrugged off his prized leather jacket, and walked towards you. He shuffled the jacket over your shoulders, gesturing for you to put your arms through the holes, which you complied just as wordlessly. He then proceeded to zip up the jacket with his tattoo clad hand, once again taking a step back from you and giving you your space, but still close enough to hear him whisper his reasoning to you.

“Your shirt turned see through when she threw her drink on you, and you took your vest off, so–,” he awkwardly raised one tattooed hand and gestured to his jacket. “You needed it more than I did.”

When you say that your heart just about burst from the warmth of his heartwarming action–

Not thinking clearly, you threw your arms around the so called ‘bad boy’ and gave him a gentle, but firm hug in thanks. He returned the hug politely, awkwardly patting your back. You could tell he wasn’t used to affection from the opposite sex. It was endearing. Who said chivalry was dead? A voice cut through your your moment with JK. One you’ve been waiting to hear all night. The last Kim on your list, Kim Seokjin.

“Does our JK finally have a girlfriend?” He asked to the embracing duo playfully.

Mutually pulling away from the hug at the same time, Jungkook turned to the older male with a roll of his eyes, just flipping him off with his ring clad finger in the air.

You don’t know why, but as soon as you made eye contact with the eldest member, your body felt like it wanted to turn to mush. You felt hot, and it was a decently cool autumn night. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth out of pure habit and bit down on it with little force. It’s just something you did when your anxiety started to go through the roof as a way to ground yourself again.

A pulsating feeling could be felt coming from your counter, and what felt like a bolt of lightning shot through your arm and straight to your heart, squeezing it painfully. Your counter being something you purposely haven’t looked at all day, in dread of seeing just how much the numbers are quickly changing as the day goes by. A shaky exhale made its way out of your mouth, and you suddenly felt lightheaded. Weird. Very weird.

Taking a small step forward in your heels towards Jin, your ankle decided it was the opportune moment for it to give out. Collectively, there was six pairs of hands out to catch your fall, which you were thankful for. And it was Jin’s that ultimately were connected to the arms that were currently holding the weight of your body up. Heavily leaning against the male, you breathily let out your worries.

“I think–I think something’s wrong?” Your statement came out more like a question when you were done, making all the male’s near you furrow their brows in worry at your sudden state.

“Is she okay?” Min Yoongi’s voice came from out of nowhere. Jung Hoseok’s chimed in voicing his concern as well. Jimin’s head popped up from behind Jin’s shoulder to look at your now dazed face.

Having already finished your drink of choice, you let it fall to the floor. So they couldn’t check to see if maybe someone spiked your drink. But Namjoon saw when you made your drink, and didn’t see anything suspicious happen. However, you made a mixed cocktail of various opened bottles that anyone could’ve slipped something into at some point during the party. Though, looking around, he didn’t see anyone else in the same state as you, so he was out of ideas. Then it hit him, like the genius he is.

Glancing down at his own invisible counter, seeing the numbers not changing much cause he still had a lot of time in finding his soulmate, it made him think of the different textbooks he read on the matter. All the symptoms you’re showing could very well occur due to a harrowing fact that your time was almost up, and your body was starting to shut down prematurely to your end time.

Namjoon cleared his throat loudly to gain the attention of the group of males that still hovered over you with worry on their faces. They looked to him instantly and watched as Namjoon subtly gestured to his wrist. All of their eyes now looking down at their own counters, except for Jin, whose arms were still occupied with holding your body upright. Even Taehyung, who came back to the group upon the whispers he heard inside of what was occurring outside with his friends. All of them shook their heads, silently letting Namjoon know that all of their counters were perfectly fine.

Now it was Jin who suddenly felt all hot and bothered as several pairs of eyes looked at him in wonder. It made him even more flustered, and equally as confused.

“Why are you all staring at me like that?” He asked nervously.

Surprisingly, it was the quiet one that spoke up first among the male’s. Yoongi.

“Jin, check your counter.” He remarked quietly so as not to gain the attention of party goers around him. Once again, he gave a look of confusion, and now frustration. Seriously? Of all things, they think it’s cause of the soulmate shit? Yeah, right. He scoffed inwardly. No way.

It was your pathetic sounding whimper that made Jin feel differently. He looked down at your now closed eyes and saw the visible sweat forming on your now pale face. His whole body reacting when Jungkook came forward to replace his arms with Jin’s in holding you up, stiffening before relaxing because it was just Jungkook, his brother. Except he opted for the ‘bride’ hold, with one arm secured underneath your legs, and the other behind your back. He grunted towards Jin in a ‘hurry the fuck up’ kind of way. You weren’t heavy by any means, no. And he wasn’t necessarily a weakling if the size of his biceps were any consolation. But he would rather not be the center of attention either, holding the now passed out girl in his arms. He didn’t want people to get the wrong idea.

Jin sighed anxiously and shoved the sleeve of the maroon sweater he was wearing up halfway to his elbow, letting him see his counter in full view. He involuntarily gasped in shock, making his friend’s around him stare at him with a look of equal shock. Cause–

“–no fucking way.” Taehyung stated bluntly. And loudly. Getting shushed by all six members and receiving a collective, scathing, ‘shut the fuck up, you idiot!’ said in various different ways. For once, he listened.

“You good man? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked his best friend calmly, but his face showed his true emotions to the matter at hand. If this was real? They needed to help you as soon as possible. Jin needed to help you as soon as possible.

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Not giving Jin the time to stutter out a response, already knowing the answer to his own question by the look Jin still wore plainly on his face, Namjoon realized they should probably take this elsewhere, and away from the million pairs of eyes that surrounded them. Nodding his head towards the direction of the house, they all followed him in a single file line inside. Walking up the stairs that were always off limits to guests, he figured this would be the best bet for some privacy with what little amount of time they apparently had. Jungkook making sure to tuck your head further into the crook of his neck to avoid you hitting your head on the wall as he walked up the stairs carefully with you in his arms.

Opening the door to his master bedroom that could easily fit ten more people, he knew it was more then enough room for all of them to stand or sit comfortably while they figure this out. Filing into the room, Jungkook hastily, but carefully, made his way to the california king sized bed located in the middle of the room and set your passed out body on top of the covers with your head landing on the fluffy pillows. Heaving out a sigh of relief as he felt the weight lift off his shoulders, he stood back up straight and stretched. He needed to start working out more, he vowed internally.

Jin cautiously sat on the bed near your feet, making the bed dip underneath his weight, and your body shift towards him unconsciously. This felt wrong, how his body seemed to naturally want to gravitate towards yours. He physically had to restrain himself from brushing the hair that fell in front of your seemingly peaceful sleeping face with his fingers. He decided it would be best to just sit on his hands to rid himself of the temptation.

Then he spoke the answer everyone was waiting for with bated breath. They stood in a semi circle around him, Namjoon laid a comforting hand on his shoulder in support. Jin gave him a small smile in response to his kind gesture.

“I think she’s my soulmate, my time is almost–,” Jin winced with a sudden pain in his chest, his hand coming up to clutch the area around his heart. His breaths came out in shallow pants. Right, he thought bitterly, you’re not supposed to talk with anyone about it until after you were officially connected to your soulmate. Stupid universal rules.

All the males threw up their hands towards their hyung in worry. Namjoon now opting to kneel next to the inwardly wounded figure in front of him.

“Jin, you know what you need to do, so do it.” He demanded, not going to take no for an answer. Now was not the time for the male to suddenly become shy around women.

“I can’t do it while she’s asleep!” He gestured wildly towards your form on the bed.

“Then wake her up.” Taehyung bluntly said, as if it were that easy. Well, maybe it was just that simple for the grandpa of the group. His antics with the opposite sex clearly impacting his way towards women, making him too abrasive to the situation.

They all collectively deadpanned at Taehyung.

You shifted your body on the bed closer towards Taehyung, your own body wanting to be closer to his. His hands twitched underneath his bottom half of their own accord, making him groan in frustration.

“Jungkook, you wake her up.” Jin announced suddenly, making the maknae’s eyes widen in fear.

“Wh–what?!” He sputtered nervously, eyes meeting his fellow group mates, wanting them to vehemently deny the suggestion for him as if he wasn’t the only one who thought it was a ridiculous thought.

“I literally just met her 20 minutes ago, like the rest of you! Why does it have to be me?!” He pointed to himself to further make his point.

“I was the one that invited her–,” Namjoon meekly tried to input into the conversation, and failed, being ignored.

“You did give her your jacket.” Jimin stated factually, not helping Jungkook in the slightest.

“It’s called being a gentleman! I was just being nice!” He yelled in sheer frustration. Just about ready to pull his hair out of his own head.

“Jesus, can you all just shut up for five seconds!” A voice could be heard coming from the bed, and it wasn’t Jin’s.

Now in a sit up position on the bed, you stared at the men surrounding you with a calm look. In doing so, it halted their previous conversation and at the same time, resolved it. Jungkook plopped into the desk chair next to him, head laying against the back of the chair in relief. Thank the fucking lord, he thought inwardly.

The next words that came out of your mouth had them all flabbergasted, especially the one closest to you, staring at you as if you were some alien.

“Jin, just kiss me for fuck’s sake so we can get this over with. Cause if it’s not you, I desperately need to figure out who it is. And you two,” you pointed aggressively at Namjoon and Taehyung, “are next if it isn’t him.” You said so matter of fact that all three men nearly fell over in sheer denial and nerves for potentially getting to kiss you.

It was Jungkook who snorted in laughter at their faces from his sitting position on the wheelie chair. Karma was a bitch.

“If you don’t want to kiss her first, I wouldn’t mind.” Taehyung raised his hand, cheekily volunteering on first dibs. Jin’s eye twitched in a random surge of anger that came over him at the mere idea of you two kissing. Fuck that.

“I’ll do it.” He said more confidently than he felt.

Namjoon stood back up straight from his kneeling position, backing away from the two figures who were about to share their first kiss, on his bed, no less. He cringed at the situation, but knew there was no other choice.

“Let’s uh,” Namjoon awkwardly cleared his throat. “Let’s give them a bit of privacy and turn around, yeah?” He looked at each member next to him who nodded in agreement. Even Jungkook wheeled around in his sitting position on the chair to give you both the needed time to yourselves.

Nodding your head in determination, eyes glancing down at the counter on your wrist, seeing the numbers plummet drastically, made your body vibrate in anticipation of what’s to come. It was now or never.

Shifting positions on the bed, Jin turned his body to now face you properly, before leaning forward on his now free hands that laid flat on the bed on either side of your closed legs supporting his weight. You leaned in, in kind, using your own hands as leverage to propel your body forward in your sitting position.

“Are you sure?” He quietly whispered, a millisecond away from touching your lips with his, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt.

“Positive.” You whispered back confidently. Looking directly into his eyes.

Being all he needed to hear to continue, he proceeded to kiss you, eyes closing. Yours soon doing the same. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t sloppy. It didn’t even feel like it was a first kiss, if you’re being honest. Lips molding in a way that felt like you’ve done it together countless times in the past. And maybe you did in your past lives. Who knew?

A burst of air emitted from your bodies in a tidal wave towards the unsuspecting victims that still had their backs turned. Said victims stumbling forward on their feet, Jungkook’s chair even wheeling forward on its own from the sheer force of impact it held before coming to an abrupt stop as the gust died down.

All of them slowly looking back toward you both at the same time, had them all witness a once bright glow that formed around the outline of your figures, now fade into nothing as you both pulled apart from each other.

Eyes opening at the same time, you stared at each other with the same knowing grin. Both of you not even bothering to look at your now bare wrists, knowing it no longer carries the same weight it once did prior to your shared kiss. Though yours held more than excitement for finding your soulmate in time. It also held a secret you were about to share not only with him, but with the six males that also resided in the room you were in.

And thus you proceeded to enlighten OT7 with the mission you received, giving Jin another kiss once telling him that you’ll both be going to work at the same company at the end of the year when you graduated. All six boys erupting with cheers, high fives, and fist bumps for your soulmate’s bright future.

And then you donned a cheeky, albeit slightly bashful grin and look on your face as you recounted the ways you met a few of the members. Even telling Namjoon how you baited him with ‘The Great Gatsby’ on purpose, making him chuckle at his own obliviousness to the situation, giving you a fist bump of your own as kudos for your brilliant plan.

Then you told your reasoning behind your outfit, shamefully admitting you only wore it to gain the attention of Taehyung. Which had said male grinning in utter delight, him clapping theatrically for your outfit, giving you two thumbs up. And causing Jin to scowl at him from his position underneath you. You now choosing to sit on his lap while his arms wrapped around your torso possessively. Hand flying up in the air to give Taehyung the middle finger.

Angling your body to Jungkook you once again thanked him for being such a gentleman and lending you his beloved jacket in your time of need. You going to take said jacket off to give back to him, before he vehemently denied you, telling you that your shirt is probably still see through and you should keep it on until you find something else to wear. Jin smiled warmly in response to Jungkook and his actions towards you, before letting go of your torso to shrug his maroon sweater he was wearing off, holding it up in front of you in a silent way of telling you to wear it instead.

You inwardly cringed at your display of a lovesick schoolgirl when he handed you his sweater, blushing profusely at the sentiment. Unzipping Jungkook’s jacket, you shrugged it off carefully, and extended your hand out to Jungkook who took it with a fondness only he would have for the jacket, before grinning softly at you in thanks.

Tugging the sweater on you that was two sizes too big for you, you could’ve worn it as a dress. The sleeves dangling off your arms, you clutched the ends with your fingers and brought them up to your nose, shamelessly inhaling the scent that was wholly Jin. He stared at you with a look of love that didn’t go unnoticed to anyone but you. Before he thought back to something you said during your long rant of your mission that had his eyes narrowing at you playfully.

“Wait. So you’re telling me that you have a better relationship with the Dean than me?!” He asked flabbergasted, causing you to scowl at the insinuation that you shouldn’t be the one with the better relationship.

“Excuse me?! And you should?” You narrowed your eyes back at him, challenging him.

The six males in the room looked at each other with the same ‘let’s get out of here’ face, and quietly walked out of the room the same way they came in, in single file. Jungkook being the last one out, he carefully shut the door behind him cutting off your voices successfully and followed his fellow hyung’s down the hallway and back to the party that was still raging on.

Smoothing out the jacket he now donned again, he stopped midway down the stairs. All of a sudden a certain song came blaring through the speakers, one he knew all too well. Taehyung whined in frustration, the others snickering in amusement as Jungkook loudly belted out the lyrics to his musical crush and muse, Ariana Grande.

“All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God. Don't you stop, boy–“

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mercurygguk · 4 years ago

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what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends.

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her.

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

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shina913 · 3 years ago

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Scale, Part 9.5 | KSJ

Scale, Part 9.5

✮ ✮ ✮ Scale Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader

Rating: Mature content (21+), no minors please!

Genre: Rich boy!AU; CEO!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Count: 3.3K+ words

Warnings: fluff; heavy cussing; SMUT; oral (f-receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

A/N: I realized that I put these two through the ringer so...here's a little gift for them.

PS - sorry if I'm totally botching the sailing/boating terms. I tried, y'all. Anyway, enjoy!

❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what everyone thinks.

You fidgeted with your clothes as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Were you too plain-looking? Too casual? Too…comfortable?

You tried to shake the memory of Miya’s voice echoing in your head. The thought of her wanting to dress like you sent a chill up your spine.

Then there was Jin’s voice–repeatedly assuring you that you were amazing and beautiful just the way you were…and that it wasn’t the way you looked or the way you dressed that made him fall for you. It was so much deeper than that. You had a connection that couldn’t be put into words but you both felt it.

“It just occurred to me that I have never taken you out on a proper date,” he remarked a few weeks after his kidnapping ordeal.

“I feel like we’re way past that, don’t you think,” you chuckled. It’s only been a few months into this relationship–though it felt longer than that given how eventful and complex things have been.

You were perfectly fine picking up where you left off in your relationship–eager to continue without further setbacks.

But Jin had an entirely different take.

He wanted a refresh…a “clean slate” of sorts. He was intent on making it up to you—he thought he owed you that much even though you made it clear to him that you weren’t collecting a “debt.”

“I mean–after everything, my feelings for you haven’t changed. Do I still look like I need to be wooed?”

“I would never, ever take romance out of the equation,” he says seriously. “Especially when it comes to you.”

And that’s how you ended up in front of your mirror, wearing a chunky-knit sweater, leggings, and sneakers. It didn’t scream “first date” but Jin insisted that you dress comfortably. The bottom showed comfort but you decided to make the top date-nice, at least. A compromise, you thought.

Since working on the Hwang books at the office, Hoseok has been so impressed with your contributions that he’s asked if you would be willing to take on more hands-on, accounting work and not just general clerical tasks…he lured you further by compensating you for the extra work–which made it difficult to turn down.

Agreeing to the extra work at the office meant scaling back on your schedule at the diner considerably. You pretty much eliminated weekday evening work and opted for part-time hours during the weekend–which freed you up to spend more time with your dad…and Jin.

“Never getting tired of this view.”

Your eyes dart up to your mirror from being downcast as you secure your hair with an elastic and brush it up into a ponytail.

He was leaning against your bedroom door frame, watching you intently. He was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt with slightly mussed up hair that you normally saw in the morning…usually after pulling on it the night before.

You laughed. “I’m literally just putting my hair up.”

He takes a few steps towards you. You finish up, put the hair brush down right in time for him to close in on you to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Doesn’t matter. I find any movement you make sexy,” he says in a low voice.

Your face began to heat up under his gaze. “Funny you say that–you should switch places with me,” you quipped as you swipe your thumb lightly against his lower lip.

He groans seductively. “You know…if I wasn’t so excited about today, I would drive us down to the apartment right now and have a moment with you, Miss YLN.” He places a warm, lingering kiss on your neck.

“I told you–we don’t need to go on this date,” you breathe into his ear, sinking your teeth to your bottom lip.

“Very tempting but we’ll have plenty of time for that, I promise,” he says as his lips grazes yours and applies a bit of pressure to your hips. “Today, I just want to sweep you off your feet,” he says with a boyish grin. It takes you aback for a moment when seconds ago, he looked like he was just about ready to devour you.

“Now, c’mon! Let’s get going while the weather's nice,” he says as he smacks you lightly on your ass.

******

Jin smiles with excitement as the waiter brings your order to your table.

Brows knitted, you grin at him playfully as you take a look at your lunch spread. As soon as you arrive at the Ferry Plaza Marketplace and read the restaurant’s sign, you glance at him curiously. He simply returns it with a wink–you know…the one that made you weak in the knees.

“Eat up,” he says invitingly before picking up a shell, bringing it up to his mouth and taking a quick slurp and tilting his head back to swallow.

“Hm. Oysters, huh?”

He hums in appreciation. “They’re fresh-caught, every day.”

You pick up a half-shell yourself and throw it back. It had a fresh, briny aftertaste with a slight sweetness and creamy finish that went down smoothly.

“Good?”

You nodded and proceeded to dig into a bowl of warm, comforting seafood chowder whose broth you sopped up with slices of fresh-baked sourdough bread.

After your early lunch, you strolled arm in arm further down the waterfront where the marina stretches in front of you. You see rows of boats–all shapes and sizes, bobbing up and down the calm waters.

You glance out on the bay, you already spot a few boats out in the water. It was a beautiful, sunny day with a soft breeze and gentle waves.

The boats get considerably larger the further you walk down the dock until you and Jin stop right next to a handsome, luxurious, multi-level boat. To you, it looked like a mini-yacht.

“Hyun!”

“Jin! Good to see you.” The man gives him a handshake.

“Everything check out well?”

“Oh yeah. She’s good to go–you picked a perfect day to take her out,” he says.

“By the way, this is my girlfriend, YN. YN, this is Hyun–the shipwright here at the marina. He takes care of most of the boats out here.”

“Especially Jin’s,” he says with a chuckle as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at him.

“Well–she’s got a full tank and ready to cast off when you are!”

Jin thanks Hyun, leaving you to ogle at this gorgeous piece of engineering in front of you.

“What do you think?”

“Uh–wow…it’s–fantastic!”

He shrugs, nonchalantly. “Yeah. It’s too bad I haven’t had time to take her out much these days. Every now and then, I’ll rent it out just so she can get her licks in.”

“I…I thought your boat was the one that you took me and my dad out to that time?”

“Ah, that’s my fishing boat. This…well…was a little treat for myself,” he said.

A treat? When you wanted to buy yourself a “treat,” you either got yourself a new pair of shoes or an indulgent slice of mille-crepe cake–which was a splurge in and of itself.

He helps you aboard and casts off shortly before boarding himself.

He leads you up to the expansive, shaded, cockpit level. The first thing that greets you is a plush, seating area with a small, wooden table in the center–perfect for entertaining or lounging around. Behind the seat facing the back of the boat is a small wet bar and beyond that are more plush loungers.

He takes you in further to the front of the boat.

“This is the helm, right here,” he says. “C’mon, have a seat,” he says as he pats the captain’s chair. You oblige as you were low-key excited, marveling at all of the controls and screens that you knew nothing about–but were no less impressed by them.

You stare at the steering wheel in front of you and give him a look as your fingers hovered over it.

He smiles. “Go ahead–put your hands on it.” And you do so, excitedly.

The helm included double seats and came equipped with flip-up bolsters and arm rests. As you glance at each feature on the console, you feel him rest his chin on the crook of your neck, pointing out and gently describing each dial, throttle, and joystick on the control panel.

Afterwards, he takes your hand to lead you down a set of stairs.

“There’s more?”

“Oh yeah–you haven’t seen anything yet!”

At the foot of the stairs, is a small kitchen with a cooktop and a microwave. You travel down a narrow hallway to where the staterooms are located. From the outside, it didn’t look like it had this much room below deck.

“It sleeps about 5-6 people comfortably,” he says as he shows you the smaller rooms. There’s a full bathroom at the end of the hall complete with a sink and shower.

“The master suite is right here–” he says as he pushes the second to last door, right before the bathroom.

You look inside and you are greeted by a plush bedroom with a king-size cabin bed. The interiors are covered in dark wood–like a hotel room–that floated on water.

“I haven’t been in here since I remodeled it,” he muses.

“Hmm–maybe we can christen it,” you suggested playfully.

A slow smile creeps across his lips. “Be careful what you wish for,” he says as his eyebrow quirks up slightly. “But that’ll have to wait–for now, do you want to take her for a quick spin?”

“Me?” you asked incredulously. “Do you have a death wish?”

He laughed heartily. “Ah–well…I’m sure it’s much safer than being out on the water with Namjoon and Jungkook.”

As he guides you back up to the cockpit, he tells you an anecdote of the first times he took out the boat shortly after he got his advanced sailing license, inviting Namjoon and Jungkook onboard to celebrate. He glosses over a few details but it ends with a distress call and the coast guard towing them back to the marina.

“Don’t worry–it’s been a few years since then,” he assures you as he takes the captain’s seat once more, prompting you to take the seat next to him.

He sits at the controls, presses a button, and the engines roar into life.

Slowly, Jin eases his boat out of her berth and toward the marina entrance.

He glances over to you and motions you to take his seat. He gets up as you settle behind the wheel and instructs you to grab on to it. Placing his hands snugly over yours, he continues to steer your course out of the marina, and within a few minutes, you are out on the bay.

You couldn’t help but squeal in elation. Jin smiles as he feeds off your excitement. “Just keep her on this course,” he instructs as he stays close to you, guiding you towards your destination.

Half an hour later, you are anchored in a small, secluded cove a short distance from the city. Shortly after, Jin grabs your hand and practically drags you down into the master cabin.

As soon as you arrive below deck, he smashes his lips onto yours as he fumbles with the door handle. He tasted absolutely intoxicating as his deft fingers make quick work pulling your sweater over your head. He tosses it to one side and gazes intently down at you, eyes dark, pupils dilated.

He raises a hand to cup your jaw. His fingers move down your chin, your throat, your sternum. Your mouth ran dry. His breath was dragging, the rise and fall beneath your chest becoming more pronounced.

Lifting your head, you stared back into his eyes, pouring all the invitation into your gaze that you knew how. His plush lips parted as his gaze dropped to your mouth. His fingers travel from your sternum to your already too-heavy breasts and he goes to palm them, eliciting a deep sigh from you.

It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. His lips sought yours, capturing them once more.

You closed your eyes, a whimper escaping your mouth as your arms snaked around his neck, urging him closer to you.

It felt like ages before his hand finally cupped the curve of your ass and it instantly sets your body aflame, coupled with the ache that had been pooling between your thighs ever since he asked you to take the wheel.

He urges you to lay on the mattress and once you were set down, he pulls off his hoodie and undershirt along with it before hovering over you. He dips down to lower himself to your lips again, his hand caressing your cheek and jawline gently.

But you wanted his hand in other places. You were an ounce of self-control away from shifting to try to coax it where you needed it most. Much to your delight, his hand slid down your body, stopping right on the waistband of your bottoms. You lift your hips to help him get them off you.

His fingertips drew back a few inches and slid just beneath the leg of your panties. You pressed closer and opened your mouth against his, dipping your tongue in to egg him on.

“I want you,” you begged.

Jin barely let you finish before he claimed your mouth again. He had your breath rasping through your lungs and your thighs shaking with need throbbing between them. You wanted to cry out in frustration when he moved his hand from your bottom, only to sigh when he brushed your right breast with the back of his knuckles. Your nipple hardened further, pushing against the lacy material. His other hand moved up into your hair, cupping your nape as his kiss turned ravenous.

Your bra strap slipped from your shoulder with a slow slide of his fingers, baring one breast that he wasted no time sinking his mouth onto. He was between your legs, his hard-on pressing against your crotch–a slow, torture that made you half-moan and half-growl with impatience.

He rolls his still-clothed cock against your clit until you thought you would push you over the edge right there. A couple of oh-so-easy adjustments and he could be inside you. Finally inside you. This was getting out of control. You were getting out of control.

You had to put a stop to this…or move it along quickly–you’re no longer sure.

“Too much?” he asked silkily, his voice a deep rumble at your back.

You groaned. “Not enough,” you breathed out candidly as you palmed his erection through his jeans.

He chuckles darkly as he pries your hand off his crotch. “I told you, we’ll have plenty of time for that.”

He hooked his fingers in your panties, sliding the delicate fabric down your bare legs.

He caught the back of your knee in one hand and pushed your legs open so wide your muscles trembled. He swipes a finger between your folds and you let out an audible gasp of pleasure.

“So wet and ready for me,“ he whispered, then he dipped his head until the warmth of his mouth covered you. His tongue lined you, licking deeply at your core.

The room spun. Your hands fly into his dark strands–fisting at his scalp.

“Fuck…yes,” you moaned as he kept up his oral assault, prompting you to shamelessly buck your hips into his mouth.

He applies gentle pressure on your clit with his thumb while he circled it with the tip of his tongue bringing you closer to your climax.

“You taste so good,” he whispers before darting his tongue back into your slick.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, jaw slackened as your breaths turn ragged.

“I’m close…don’t stop–fuck…don’t stop,” you drawled.

“Yeah? Let me hear you, baby,” he says before he wraps his lips around your aching bud and suckles on it gently–which was all you needed to push you over the edge.

Your orgasm slammed into you and you arched back, releasing a hoarse cry as you dug your nails into his shoulder, leaving small crescent shapes on his skin.

He gets up to pull his bottoms off then crawls up to you. As soon as you feel his weight on you, you pull his neck down to feast on his lips, tongues entwined–tasting traces of your arousal in the process.

Grasping your knee, he hitches your leg curling it around his waist. He then rolls you both over, making you gasp once you were on top of him.

You took him in your hand to line yourself up over him then slowly sank your hips lower, claiming him as yours.

He groans low in his throat, closing his eyes.

You draw out a deep moan at the the feel of him in you–stretching and filling you to the brim. He places his hands on your hips and moves you up, down, and pushes into me.

Oh…it feels so fucking good.

“Baby,” he whispers, and suddenly he sits up so you were nose to nose, and the sensation is…insane.

You gasped, grabbing his upper arms for support as he cups your face in his hands and gazes into your eyes.

“I love you, YN,” he murmurs and kisses me passionately, ardently. You kiss him back, dizzy with the feel of him so deep inside you.

“I love you…so much,” you murmured. He groans and rolls over once more without breaking contact, so that you lay beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist.

You reach up to caress his cheek and very slowly, he starts to move, closing his eyes as he does and moaning softly.

The gentle sway of the boat and the peace and quiet tranquility of the cabin are broken only by your labored breaths as he slowly fucks in and out of you. He puts his arm under your head, to tilt your neck up slightly and meets you in the middle to kiss you.

Your hands grasp his lower back before moving down to squeeze his cheeks, urging his hips to thrust deeper into you.

Your pulse starts to raise with his steady rhythm until your body starts to tremble with that all-too-familiar feeling.

“You’re getting so tight–gonna cum hard for me?”

“Yes, god, yes–” you whined as your hips sync up with his movements.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby…sooo fucking good,” he moans into your ear.

It doesn’t take long for you to come completely undone underneath him. Watching you writhe in pleasure makes him sharpen his movements further, burying himself more fully inside you. The gasps lodged in your throat broke out in quick bursts when you couldn’t draw enough breath to scream.

“Fuck, YN–” he rasped as your walls clenched around him.

You locked your legs tighter around him and held on as your final contractions milked him of all restraint. His hips slammed forward, growling as he felt his release. His hair fell forward around his face and the veins stood out in his neck.

He eased himself out of you, his chest heaving as he retrieves a towel from the closet, cleaning you up. He lays next to you, hand smoothing up your arm, making you nuzzle into his chest.

He inhales your scent deeply before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Do you want to head back?” He asks after a few minutes of laying in comfortable silence.

“Hmm–just a few more minutes, please?” You reply sleepily. You were spent, yes, but you just wanted to relish the peace and quiet. You’ve been through a lot in a short period of time–and truth be told, you hadn’t had many moments like this with him–not without having to look over your shoulder or waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It seemed like such a trivial thing–curling up to take a nap in the middle of the day with a significant other. But these were the type of things that you looked forward to experiencing more of…Ordinary experiences with an extraordinary person whom you loved and loved you back.

“Anything for you,” he utters as you both nod off to the gentle rocking of the vessel.

Part 10(finale)◥

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yoonia · 4 years ago

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➥ Title | Blurred Lines

➥ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➥ Genre | Smut, Sexual Tension!au, Teacher!Jin, Teacher!reader, Tattooed Biker!Jin

➥ Summary | A new place to live, a new job, a new beginning. Six months have passed and everything has been going well for you in starting over. The warm welcome from your students and peers have quickly made you feel at home, yet you still long to have one calm day where you wouldn’t have to walk into the school with a heavy weight on your shoulders and the air thick with tension. Blame it on him—the strict Math teacher who keeps giving you cold shoulders no matter how many times you try to play nice. One night out with your girls and a drunken dare ultimately lead you to uncover what he’s been trying to hide. People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret.

➥ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; Slow burn, mutual pinning, mention of alcohol consumption, hard dom!Jin, sexual tension, tattooed Jin.

➥ Word count | 9.5k words

➥ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt

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➬ Author’s Note | I’ve done it again. I have decided to split this story into a few chapters (hopefully only two) because it seems like I would be rushing it if I force to post this as a one-shot and I don’t want to have you waiting for much longer. I hope you’ll love this one as I have been extremely excited to share it :) | PS. Happy belated birthday, Seokjinnie!

“…His door was open, but I sort of knocked on it anyway, just to be polite and all. I could see where he was sitting. He was sitting in a big leather chair, all wrapped up in that blanket I just told you about. He looked over at me when I knocked. "Who's that?" he yelled. "Caulfield? Come in, boy." He was always yelling, outside class. It got on your nerves sometimes.”

Keen eyes looking straight at you as you read through the passages of Salinger’s book from the front of the class.

A rare sight that you wouldn’t normally find on a Friday, especially when it comes to presenting a book which would be a part of their upcoming essay assignment. It pleases you to have your students giving you their rapt attention while staying on their best behaviour instead of looking like they are wishing to have been somewhere else but here, enough to have your words flowing nicely as you continue on,

“…I don't much like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. Their bumpy old chests are always showing. And their legs. Old guys' legs, at beaches and places, always look so white and unhairy…”

You almost cringe in the middle of reading. You remember hating the nights you spent working an essay on this book many years ago. But looking at the various expressions your students are giving you now, you can already picture how exciting it would be to read their thoughts on this book or to have them talk about them on next week’s group discussion.

Except that the more you read through the bitter dialogues between the passages, pointing up some parts that you want your students to focus on in their essay, a face appears in your head to act as the main character. The familiar face that always looks daunting as he stares at you with so much disdain in his eyes it always put you in the corner, not completely sure just what to make of it. The face that welcomes you each morning when you arrive at school, and the one who is somehow always there despite the efforts you have made to avoid him.

Just then, the bell that announces the time for lunch break starts ringing through the hallways, cutting you off right before you could even finish reading through the rest of the paragraph and erasing the face in your mind to bring you back to the faces looking up at you in class. A collective sound of sighs and overly dramatic groans rumble through the classroom, distracting you from the shudder you have felt while reading with some form of normalcy. You know that your students do this just to fool around with you and you don’t even bother to hide it as you roll your eyes at them.

“Oh, boo-hoo—I know you’re half asleep while I was reading anyway. Remember that you are still going to have to read and finish this book all weekend. Write everything you know about Holden and his ‘glorious’ adventure and your personal thoughts about the book and the whole story. I expect you to drop those papers on my desk next Tuesday before class starts. No cheating. No copying from any random thesis you can find online.” This time, your students actually mean it when they let out another collective groan in a form of protest, making you shake your head and laugh at them.

“Don’t make me change the dateline to Monday morning. Now get out of here,” you chastise them with a sly smile, making at least half of them perk up and start moving faster to leave their seats.

One by one, your students begin to clear up the classroom, some of them taking their time greeting you as they pass by your desk with a simple, “See you Monday, Miss _____,” before joining their classmates outside and start running out through the hallway.

“Have a great weekend, guys,” you call back at the last group of female students walking out the door.

At times, a few students would take a moment lingering by your desk, playfully asking about what your weekend plans would be, and you are not surprised to find that today wouldn’t be any different when the troublemaker trio from the back of the class stop by at your desk on their way out. These three boys from the basketball team have always been the ones who are the loudest and the most active ones to ask you questions during class. More often than not, Jay, the outspoken and who is most probably the flirtiest one between them, would even lean over the desk just to get a bit closer to you as he chats you up.

Just like what he is doing now as he is trying to sneakily invite you to some sort of a senior class party happening this Saturday night. “Come on, Miss _______. It’s going to be fun,” he says, waggling his eyebrows while his buddies are chuckling behind him. “We can go together. I just got a new car so I can come and pick you up. What do you say?”

If this had happened many years ago, when you were much younger and long before you had become a high school teacher, you would have felt your cheeks flushing for catching the attention of one of the popular guys at school. Just like those girls you have seen blushing and flustering each time he throws a smile at them while passing them in the hallways. But this cute boy does nothing on you today, not when you can see through his cocky bad boy act and see him for the curious teenage boy that he is. Though he stills succeeds in drawing out your cheeky side to play along with him. “Mhmm—or perhaps I should put you into detention for flirting with your teacher?”

“Maybe I don’t mind it, as long as you’re the one watching over me at the detention room, Miss _______,” Jay teases you back with a wide smile, right before one of the boys smacks him on the head and pulls him away from your desk.

“Ignore this brat, Miss _____. I think he got knocked over too many times during practice,” says his friend, Jake, as he and Heesung start pulling Jay towards the door.

Shaking your head, you merely wave at them while laughing. “Have a great weekend, boys. Don’t party too hard.”

At this point, Jay is still struggling against his friends’ strong pull at the door, shouting back at you, “I’ll be missing you the whole weekend!” before he is finally dragged away, gone from your sight, leaving you shaking your head and chuckling on your own as you are left all alone in the empty classroom.

The short, yet playful interaction you had shared with Jay had you smiling and getting your mood boosted a bit more that you decided to stay a bit longer in your classroom and get some work done. You have been feeling exhausted from the back to back classes since morning, but there are still essays and quizzes to grade and lessons to plan.

It also helps that you have a free period after the lunch break that there is no need for you to worry about missing out on lunch and not having time to rest before going through the rest of the day. Though it is not until a few minutes away from the start of the next period when you finally leave the classroom and start heading out to enjoy some free, quiet time in the break room.

Most of the students are either in the middle of heading back from the lunchroom or already packing up their books from their lockers to find their next class, crowding the halls as you walk past them, while you could only guess that most of the teachers would have already gone back to their classrooms to prepare for their next lessons by now. Which would be a pity, since you have always enjoyed those moments shared with your co-workers between your tight schedule to trade in gossips and stories while having lunch and drinking coffee. Something that you would definitely need to be able to refresh your mind a little before the next lesson starts.

This had been a long week and you have yet to be done with it. Five days in a week can feel like ten when you have so many students to teach, with piles of assignments and essays to read and grade at the end of each day. But you have been doing everything with no complaints because you love every second of it. You have kept your workflow going well ever since day one, filling your lessons with interesting reading materials and exciting discussions to prevent any students from getting bored with your class.

But things had never been this easy for you at the beginning of your journey. Despite only been a couple of years off college, it had taken you a while before finding out what you wanted to do and what to do to get them. You had gotten lost in your path during the first year out of college, when you were too focused on pleasing others and living other people’s dreams instead of chasing your own. It took you failing at being a writer, then losing a corporate job, and failing in a relationship with a man who was hard to please, before you finally knew what you wanted to do. You had always wanted to become a teacher ever since you started college and it took you getting bruised and burned to finally remember what your dream had been.

You had never believed in fate before, but there has to be a reason why the opportunity came to you at the perfect time in your life, when your best friends had called you on one faithful day to let you know that there was a job opening in the town they have been working at.

Perhaps it is just as they all said, that good things happen when you least expect them.

It didn’t take a lot of convincing on their part before you left everything behind right away. It was not easy to start over, but you managed with the support of your close friends. The six months you spent adjusting with your new life as a teacher and adjusting to living in this new town had seemed to pass by faster than you realised it would.

These past months of teaching in the local high school had been quite a blast. For the first time after a long while, you feel elated that you are doing something good, something that you love doing and had spent all those years learning, that the time you had spent here no longer matter. You had initially thought you would be teaching younger students at some point, before you realised that this is where you belong. Having the opportunity to teach in this school has been a blessing, helping you to move on from the awful things you had left behind before coming here. It had also helped when you had immediately bonded with the other teachers, making new friends right on the spot when they all had been nothing but welcoming ever since you got here.

Well, all except for one.

Still, the fact that you have developed some sort of friendship with your peers have been helpful. Especially since, even though you have your best friends living in the same town, neither of them are working at the same place as you are that you could barely find the perfect time to hang out with them each month. But that is going to change tonight, as your friends have arranged for a night out after each and one of you had been dealing with an equally busy week.

The thought of finally having some time for yourself this weekend has your mood lifted further that you nearly hop all the way to the break room. While you would miss chatting with your new bestie, Mina, the sweet and bubbly Biology teacher who had befriended you since day one, you are determined to take all the free time you could to have a bit of reprieve to get through the day and before preparing yourself to spend your Friday night with your girls.

Yet, the moment you finally arrive at the break room, something unexpected has you stopping on your tracks before you could enter. You had been expecting to find the room unattended as the next period is about to start. Obviously, you were wrong. As you are standing in the doorway, you can see another teacher at the center of the room, busying himself on the coffee machine and has yet to notice you there.

You would have welcomed his presence there excitedly if it had been any one of your friendly peers who you had been spending a lot of time with. But right there in front of your eyes is Kim Seokjin, the Math teacher, the only person who you wouldn’t be able to include in the aforementioned group of new friends. And sadly, the one who suddenly came to mind earlier to have you nearly losing focus while reading to your class.

You cannot exactly sure how it even happened.

If there is anyone in the entire school that hasn’t been quite open to welcoming you, it would be him. So obviously, it makes no sense for you to even think about him at all.

There is not much on Kim Seokjin that you have come to know about, aside from all the things that people had told you about and all the things that you have noticed on your own during your previous encounters.

Kim Seokjin is mostly known as a strict teacher at school. Stern and stoic. A bit uncompromising whether he is dealing with other teachers or his students. It has been a rare sight for you to see him laughing and being playful with others the way you or Mina would normally do with the other teachers or students at the school.

But the one thing about him that has been bothering you the most is the way he acts around you. Even on your first day, when Principal Min had introduced you to the other teachers, he was the only one who barely gave you a proper welcome while the others had been curiously trying to get to know you better. He didn’t even give you a friendly smile when you met his eyes. You have grown apprehensive around him for how hard you have found it to simply start a conversation with the man, and how you would find him looking at you despite acting cold whenever you are around. He would always watch you closely with that straight up intense look he normally gives you, making you feel vulnerable under his gaze. As if he could easily see right through you.

Perhaps it would have been easier for you to despise him or even ignore his existence if only he had looked way less attractive than he actually is. Because the man is impossibly attractive, much too good looking for his own good that you cannot help yourself but turn to look his way whenever he is around. Your eyes had never had any trouble finding him easily through the crowd most of the times that avoiding him has been quite impossible to do.

And he seems to be doing the same to you whenever you are in the close proximity. Finding you through the crowd as if he has his own radar to find you, just so he could intimidate you with his lingering gaze.

Moments continue to pass by and you suddenly realise just how ridiculous you might seem to others, standing there right outside the teachers’ break room with your jaw dropping and not being able to move. So when he still shows no sign of noticing you there, you clear your throat and muster all the courage you could find to greet him first before invading his space.

“G-good afternoon, Teacher Kim.”

Your voice draws his attention and he turns to you. You are quite surprised to find that the usual stony look that he always wears is not there when he looks at you, which confirms that he didn’t notice you coming until you finally spoke. His beautiful eyes are the ones that betray him, opening wide and failing to hide his surprise when his gaze lands on you.

Within a blink of an eye, Seokjin gathers his composure once more, instantly wearing the cool look on his face when he greets you. “Afternoon, Miss _____. A bit late for a lunch break, isn’t it?”

You give him a smile, hoping that it wouldn’t look too forced, and walk around him to get over to the coffee machine. “I have a free hour after lunch so I used my time to grade some essays while my mind was still fresh.”

He barely reacts to your answer, or to the way you are avoiding his gaze when you step aside from him. He shows no change in his expression except for giving you the usual impassive look in his eyes and his lips turning into a flat line as he hums in response. “Hmm.”

The lack of response he is giving you nearly turns you off, but only before you remember that he is not exactly a man with many words in the first place. You had rarely seen him conversing in public that much with other teachers, and when he does, he would only do it briefly when necessary. The only time you managed to strike a conversation with him, he had ended up criticising the way you have been teaching your classes, commenting on how your students are taking you and your classes too lightly because you have been too laid back on handling them.

It had put you off into multiple accounts of insecurities, before you finally found out that you were not the only one he brought down with his comments. His offhand comments had often led students confiding in you on how hard he treats them, since a couple of his classes are scheduled right before yours. With the lack of positive interactions you have had with Seokjin, you have no other choice but to see him with a lot of aversion on your side, which had later caused you to keep your distance from him even more.

“I didn’t expect to still see you here at this time,” the words suddenly come out of you before you could stop it, your mouth betraying you by voicing out your thoughts to the last person you should be saying them to.

Thankfully, Seokjin says nothing to respond to your blunder, yet he keeps his eyes on you as he raises his mug, calmly taking his drink. His gaze feels so intense that it makes you feel small when you are near him like this. Even the ivory-rimmed glasses that he is wearing could not reduce the fierceness burning from his eyes. The air in the room suddenly feels so heavy with tension as he continues to drag on this silence. And it is making you even more self-conscious as he starts running his eyes down your body.

It makes you feel uneasy that standing there feels wrong somehow. The heat of his gaze makes you shiver, your skin growing goosebumps at a few spots. You resist the urge to look down on yourself and start checking on your clothes or the way you look, just because you refuse to let him win and overpower you with his cold attitude even further. Seokjin licks his lips, dragging his tongue slowly while he takes in the sight of you wordlessly, as if deliberately perusing you with his gaze without hiding it.

“Then may I ask—” he begins to speak, while using a low tone of voice and slowly dragging his words. “What were you expecting to find?”

Just when you turn to him again, you find him towering over you. You have no idea what it is—if it is the close proximity or the way he speaks, or the way he is looking at you—but your throat suddenly feels constricted that both your voice and the words you want to give him only fail you. The only thing you can say to him is—

“Coffee.”

A smirk slowly grows on his lips, while you feel your skin blanching with dread. You hate feeling powerless, and you hate knowing that he can easily pull one on you without you knowing it. The tension lingers for a few more seconds, as he finishes his drinks without looking away. Then the sound of the bell ringing through the hallways is heard, breaking the moment you are sharing with him, and he takes a few steps back, moving away from you.

“Enjoy your break, Miss _______,” he says, as he calmly walks out of the room, the sly smirk still plastered on his face as he leaves you behind in the break room, shaking as the chilling tension continues to run down your spine.

After having a brilliant time all through the earlier part of the day, your chance encounter with Kim Seokjin had all but rattled you that it had sent you into an off-kilter mode for the rest of the day. By the time the final bell rings through the hallways, you waste no more time and simply wave your students out of the class, then sit back with relief once nobody is no longer around to see you crumpling in exhaustion and defeat.

You are not exactly sure why that man has such an effect on you.

Never once in your life you have had someone affecting you this much, not even your ex, who had given you hell through your past relationship. You had sworn to yourself that you would never let a man do such a thing ever again, to torment you once you have gotten control of your life. So why are you feeling this way just for seeing him?

You cannot really say that you are attracted to the man. If any, you are intimidated by his presence, when you always feel him watching, as if waiting for you to make a mistake. There is no way you can ever be attracted to him, no matter how good looking he is. Not when he is completely insufferable, brooding, always acting like he has so much control of himself and everything else around him and looking overly confidence while looking down on others with his pretty face, his eloquent yet condescending speech, and his strong, broad shoulders that always take over the room to each time he enters your space, or the fact that no matter how rare for it to happen, his smile is too pretty to ignore.

Just as you are thinking about him, you glance out the window, as if there is something out there that is pulling your attention away. As you are looking out towards the parking lot which is growing vacant as most of the students and the teachers had left the area, you see him strolling down the lot without giving any bit of attention to his surroundings. Your eyes follow Seokjin as he walks towards the end of the parking lot, his velvet coat waving along with his long strides of footsteps as he heads on straight to his jeep.

You are completely entranced at the sight of him that you simply cannot look away. Then, without warning, he suddenly turns, as if he could feel your gaze following him the same way you had felt his presence there. Then he looks straight towards you through the open window. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he looks away, hopping onto his jeep and starts driving away from the school area while you are still shuddering to the lingering effect of his intense gaze.

One hour later, you find yourself sitting back in your small studio apartment, ready to pick up a full tub of ice cream to drown yourself in until you can start feeling cheered up a little before you could even think of anything else. The weight of Friday’s rush has finally dawned on you, and your double encounter with Kim Seokjin had only elevated things further that all you ever want to do now is to get yourself high in sugar heaven. But right before you ever have the chance to drag your butt all the way to the fridge, your cellphone rings to stop you.

“Are we still on for tonight?” You hear Holli’s voice through the speaker, bypassing any ‘hello’ and getting straight to the point the moment you answer the call, the very same way she had always done it since college.

“Of course,” you immediately answer her as you push away from the couch and head straight to the kitchen. Your eyes are locked on the fridge, even as you answer her with, “I’m going to need to get out and have a lot strong drinks tonight more than ever,” not giving her any further explanation why you need the escape while you grab the ice cream tub.

“Same here,” you hear her sighing into the phone just as you shut the fridge close. “You’re already home, right? We’ll be there in an hour.”

Her words make you halt just as you are reaching through your drawers to find a spoon and you glance towards the nearest clock to check the time. You were sure that you still have a lot of time to get ready and the clock across the room confirms it for you. “What do you mean? Isn’t it too early?”

Holli chuckles almost distractedly on the phone. The rustling sound happening behind her lets you know that she had put you on speaker, giving you a sign that she may be driving as she makes the call. “We’re going to need some extra girl bonding time before heading out. We should have some chance to have some serious girl talk while we’re still sober. Then we’re going to help you get ready to make sure you won’t be leaving home in sweatshirts and flip flops.”

You roll your eyes and scoff at her. “You sure you don’t mean that you just want to start drinking at my place?” you ask her before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. You suppress the need to moan at the sugary taste, already feeling slightly better with it.

You hear Holli laughing on the phone. “I’m not the one who said it, and you do keep all the good stuff,” she says, reminding you vaguely on the fact that you had splurged on some expensive liquors during your move to celebrate the new beginning. Only that the celebration has yet to happen. Until tonight. “And dinner. Jennie will be there with the pizza. The pizza place near her condo is way better than the crappy one we tried down your block last time. She also has the dress that would be perfect for you and I have the shoes.”

Of course, you wonder. Leave it to your best friends to do the most even without you asking them for it. You cannot exactly blame them, however, when they have been extremely concerned with your wellbeing ever since you moved here despite never putting it on words since you would always deny it. Sighing into the phone, you choose not to fight her on it and just give in. All while hoping that Jennie wouldn’t get too wild this time—the memory of her dressing you in a backless halter dress that was so short and tight that you couldn’t wear panties or move properly without flashing anyone during one of those college parties still haunts you—or you would start threatening them to simply go out in your sweatshirt after all. “Whatever. Just get here,” you finally answer her while digging into your ice cream, taking a massive spoonful of it.

Perhaps being high on sweets could help you deal with your girls before finally getting some of those numbing drinks.

“Coming, girl. I promise you, tonight we’re going to have so much fun,” you hear Holli speaks a bit too cheerfully for your concern right before ending the call.

“Finally. Our first stop of the night.”

Holli throws her arms up in the air the moment she steps out of the cab. It had taken both of your girls a few hours to get you ready, all while passing glasses of rum and coke—courtesy of your private collection—and sharing a few slices of pizza, which was undoubtedly the best pizza you have ever had.

You quickly join her on the sidewalk, looking up at the club you are about to be heading to. And this would be the first stop to start this long, adventurous night.

It was between finishing the last two slices of pizza and after pouring the second round of drinks when Jennie suddenly suggested on hopping between a few bars instead of going to just one. “I mean, come on. ______ is new in town and if we want to help her get to know the town better then we need to start with something fun. And it’ll serve the proper welcome party to celebrate her moving here with us,” she said eagerly through dinner as if the final glass of drink was giving her some sort of epiphany. “Let’s hop on all the hottest places in town and go through them until we won’t be able to walk straight.”

Whenever Jennie is determined to do something, your protest would normally fall on deaf ears. Thankfully, Holli was on your side this time, and you were able to convince her to simply choose three of the best places in town instead of going all around the town for her impromptu bar-hopping event.

The first place the girls are taking you to looks like a new hip club which seems to attract the younger crowd. There is a line right outside of the club, forming almost long enough to reach the next two buildings away from the club. Everyone is wearing bright, flashy clothes that you almost feel underdressed in your black bodycon dress with the extremely low neckline that generously shows your cleavage—courtesy to Jenny, which you had accepted since it still looks way better than the traumatic halter dress—and the pair of Louboutin heels that Holli made you wear. Fresh, young faces appear everywhere you look once you are inside. Not that you are way older than these people, judging from the look of it. It is just the fact that being a teacher who deals with teenagers has been making you feel like you are no longer a part of the crowd. That, and the exhaustion that still lingers in you is making you feel a few years older.

Jennie weaves through the floor with ease, as if she belongs to this place already. Then she easily finds the perfect seats for the three of you around the bar, allowing you to have the perfect view of the entire floor.

Despite the crowded bar and the busy dance floor, it doesn’t take long before the first round of drinks arrives on your table. The three of you make a toast with your drinks, clicking the glasses against one another, celebrating the first free time you have after weeks of labour, before tossing down the sweet drinks and ordering another round to your table immediately.

While you are not someone who enjoys dancing in public or mingling with the rough crowd in clubs like this one, you still let the girls drag you to the center of the dance floor. Instantly, all the weight you have been feeling the whole week dissipates as you move your hips, and you begin enjoying your moment more as you are lost in the moment with the girls around you.

But then, after your body is sweaty from all the dancing, and only after all three of you return to your seats, Holli decides to step things up a little bit more when she adds another suggestion onto the table. You should have remembered just how competitive these girls could be when you put them together, and it seems like they are trying to one-up the other in giving you the most unforgettable night of your life.

“Let’s make it more exciting. How about we go and see who between us can get strangers buying free drinks the fastest? Each of us can try to do the dare in each bar, since there are three of us and three places to go to. What do you say?” Holli challenges you and Jennie while leaning over the table to make sure you can hear her through the music. She already starts glancing around as she speaks, as if she is already looking for her prey for the night.

You open your mouth and begin to decline and try to suggest something else, when Jennie answers her first. “Hell, why not?” she says, hitting her palm on the table, making the drinks shake. “I don’t think we can go through the night just by drinking and dancing.”

“What happens if you get someone to buy you a drink? I don’t think going home with them would serve tonight’s purpose on getting me to places,” you try to ask her, though you can feel yourself swaying a little to agreeing to this challenge with how daring you suddenly feel.

Only for the free drinks. Not for talking to random men.

Jennie merely scoffs and waves her hand at you. “Nah, just take the drink and say thank you, then we can leave the place to go to a new one.”

“Huh,” you scoff in return, chuckling. You look around you, already feeling like this would lead into a bad idea at some point, but the booze you have been drinking is slowly making its way to switch the way your brain is working. And, just like how you always do when you are with them, you simply give in. After all, a new beginning should also mean a new you. “Fine, whatever.”

Holli squeals from across the table, clapping her hands excitedly. “Great. I’ll go first,” she says, tossing down her drink before stepping off from the stool chair. She doesn’t even waste any time to look around anymore and simply starts making her way through the crowd with only one destination in mind.

“Looks like it’s going to be a challenge,” you hear Jennie murmurs beside you as you watch your best friend sashaying her way to the crowded bar.

Taking a sip of your drink, you only chuckle as you watch Holli stealing the only unoccupied stool at the bar which is conveniently placed between two male patrons. “I’m sure she got this,” you tell her, and the both of you are left watching Holli making her move.

The girl tosses her hair over her shoulder, acting coy as she turns to her left. She must have noticed him glancing her way ever since she took the seat next to him, and had chosen him as her target. The guy she is talking to is wearing an all-black attire, looking as fancy as he could to blend in. Yet the way he dresses still doesn’t hide the fact that he looks a few years younger than you and your friends are that you begin to wonder if the bartender had carded him before ordering the amber coloured drink he is holding in his hand.

You watch them fall into a conversation while you and Jennie continue catching up, using the time together as you wait for Holli to return and claim her win. You glance at the bar just in time to see Holli brushing her hand up the man’s arm, laughing at his words, while the man keeps looking at her with wonder in his eyes, as if he is finding it hard to believe that a woman like Holli would talk to him.

Then, you watch both of them waving at the bartender, before two glasses of drinks are placed right before them. Holli stays a bit longer to enjoy her drink slowly while conversing with the man. Then she slides off the stool, brushing her hand up his arm one more time before she turns and makes her way back to your table, swaying her hips deliberately as she knows for sure that the man is still looking at her as she leaves.

“Well?” you ask her, raising your brow while Holli takes a dainty sip from her drink.

“This sweet daiquiri has been paid,” she says, winking at you while returning to her seat, while you only shake your head.

“You better hope that boy is at least legal. He’s looking at you like you’re his wet dream.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He was carded and I saw his ID. He just looks younger than he actually is,” Holli tells you, looking over her shoulder as she gives the man another flirty wave.

The second place they take you to is located only a few blocks away. This time, the place gives a completely different vibe than the previous one. While the first club was filled with all bright colours and flashy lights, this one looks a bit more sophisticated with its red and black tone spread all over its interiors. Leather seats and private booths fill the seating area instead of stool tables and high chairs. The dance floor is located one level below, allowing the patrons to look over them from the seating area above, while the spacious bar displays more imported bottles of liquor than the one you saw previously.

“This place looks interesting,” you muse as you look around. The drinks you have taken so far had only made you a bit tipsy, but you feel lightheaded enough to make the whole floor seem as if it is spinning and the music sound a bit louder.

“I have to admit, this is the first time for me to come to this place too,” Holli shouts to your ear, before turning to Jennie. “How did you manage to find out about this place?”

Jennie shrugs, the movement seems awkward while she is swaying her body from side to side, already in the mood to dance along to the music. “I came here with some co-workers when one of the girls at the office had her birthday last month. We celebrated here, and it looked really fancy, but I haven’t gone here again since.”

Taking a closer look at the patrons, you notice that the place is filled with men and women who dress way fancier than those at the other club did. Most of them look more like executives, businessmen, wearing tailored suits and expensive watches, and they all look way more mature and professional, making you a feel a bit more comfortable and laid back than before.

“Well, since it seems like you’re more familiar with this place, maybe you should do the challenge here,” you offer Jennie once the three of you are seated in one of the booths overlooking the dance floor.

“You think?” Jennie raises her brows and starts looking around, nodding her head as if she can sense her victory already. “Fine. Let’s order some shots before I do that and we can move on.”

A few glasses of shots and sweet liquors are set on the table in no time. It doesn’t seem hard to get your orders in with the waiters and waitresses moving around the floor methodically, making sure they will be able to see the patrons better and that they wouldn’t miss out on anyone ordering.

After spending some time enjoying the drinks, chatting through the music and confiding to the girls about things that have been happening at work—which includes telling them about the existence of your new nemesis, Kim Seokjin—then finally going down on the dance floor together, Jennie starts looking over to the bar excitedly and opening her eyes wide as though she has located her target. The sly grin she throws at you before downing her shot quickly confirms it. She is ready to do the dare.

“Wish me luck, girls,” she says, brushing her hands down her dress before making her way towards the bar.

You watch as Jennie goes up to a good looking businessman sitting alone at the bar. He seems put together, with his expensive suits and his hair combed back, his fancy watch glittering under the lights to each time he lifts his glass. Jennie seems to be able to strike a conversation with the man so easily, though she isn’t doing it as bold as Holli did before. Then you see him waving over to the bartender, and things begin to crumble from there.

The man looks smug as he orders drinks for the two of them, yet it is clear that he is not allowing Jennie to choose her own choice of drink. He seems like he is too demanding, insisting to choose the drink for her and making her stay with him when she tries to say thank you and leave. Within moments, she starts to look bored, looking over her shoulder to demand rescue with a pained look in her eyes that lets you know that whatever he is talking about is beginning to frustrate her. It finally comes to a point that you and Holli have no other choice but to come to the rescue.

Jennie doesn’t even bother to hide her relief upon seeing you making your way to her. “Thanks for the drink, but—I better go with my girls. Have a good evening,” she says to the man, not even giving him a second glance as she pulls you and Holli away from him and towards the exit.

“God, that man was infuriating,” she complains with a huff right the moment the three of you are outside the club.

Wrapping your arm around her shoulders, you pull her to your side, making you both almost stumble when both of you could barely walk straight now with all those drinks. “I could tell. Let’s get this over with and take me to the last bar.”

The third bar looks like a fancy old-school pub that would have fit more to your style compared to the others before. Except that the place is currently closed due to some renovation happening on its building.

“That’s too bad, I was excited for this place the most,” Holli mutters with a pout on her face as the three of you are standing on the sidewalk, staring at the empty building with the huge mark saying ‘CLOSED’ being pinned on its front door.

You try not to show the relief that you suddenly feel. As much as you enjoy spending the night with your girls, you find it hard to imagine yourself walking to some random man and talking him up until he likes you enough to buy you a drink. You would do anything to avoid that to the point that you would rather call it a night instead of refusing to do the dare so blatantly after you have watched your friends doing it before you.

But the hope for escaping your challenge fades when Jennie suddenly says, “Well, I guess we should move on to the next place then.”

“Wait, I thought this was the last stop?”

Jennie only shrugs. “It should’ve been, but now it’s closed and you won’t have a chance to do the dare. There’s another bar right down the block. It’s a bit different than the places we’ve gone to.” She suddenly stops, then a sly grin begins to grow on her face as if she had just realised something marvellous, while you grow even more agitated as she seems to be getting more excited about the prospect. “And I think that it’ll be the perfect place to go to so we can give you the absolute thrilling adventure tonight.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you mumble desperately as your best friends begin dragging you across the street.

And you had been right.

Not more than fifteen minutes later, despite having to walk with wobbly legs and on life-threatening heels, you are suddenly standing right in front of a bar that looks nothing like the ones you have gone to before. While it looks nowhere near a hole in the wall like any shady bar you have read in your books would, it still looks intimidating when you see the lines of big motorcycles filling up the small parking lot right outside and the rambunctious sounds coming from inside the bar. Not to mention, the men lingering around the doorway are not exactly as delicate or as sophisticated as the men you have encountered before.

There is no line flooding out the front entrance, and the man who looks like the bouncer only welcomes the three of you with his eyebrows raised.

“I’m not so sure about this,” you complain as your two friends barge in through the front entrance of the bar. Though you know that you are losing the fight when they keep pulling you along with them and you have no other choice but to give in when the drinks you had taken so far slowly begin to sink in their claws in you.

Holli wraps her arm around yours so she can drag you with her. “Oh, come on. Our goal tonight is to try on as many bars as we could get in one night and none that we’ve been into looks like this one.”

Of course, they haven’t, since none of the bars you went to had looked anything like a bikers’ bar. And even under the state of tipsiness, you can still recognise this place as the one that you would usually avoid whenever you walk past down this road.

Both of your girls seem like an expert as they weave through the crowd, heading straight to the seating area to find yourselves an available booth.

The bar is nearly packed wherever you look. Only a few empty seats seem to be available, even with many of the patrons standing up, either crowding the pool table, lining up at the bar counter, or gathering in groups on the dance floor. Except that nobody appears to be dancing.

God knows how Holli can manage to snatch a seat at all through all of this, but she does it with ease. Taking one last look around as you take your seat, you are glad to have gotten a few drinks in from the previous bars. You would have never been brave enough to step foot into this place if you had been sober when you came in. Wherever you look, you see big, burly men drinking beer and laughing. Their muscles stretching out from beneath their tops—some wearing tight black T-shirts, some wearing white sleeveless muscle tops, either one had made their bulging muscles look like they are about to burst out of them—while their ink works are peeking out from either their sleeves or their necklines, and they are all wearing matching leather vests with silver studs on the shoulders, with a logo resembling a girl sitting spread-legged on top of a motorcycle and the name “Howlers” embedded at the back of said vests. You can even see that some of the men are sporting matching tattoos on their skin, though not all of them have them on the same spots—some on their necks, their upper arms, or at the back of their hand that is holding a glass of beer.

There are a few girls hanging out with them, some are simply sitting or standing close, while others are practically clinging on their men’s muscled arms. They are all wearing matching leather vests as well, suggesting that they are either members of their motorcycle club or they are here as their lovers, though the vests look much smaller in size and are a bit tight around the chest.

Waitresses with crop tops and tight plaid miniskirts walk around the room with trays that are never empty. They are always filled with glasses of beer that are filled to the brim, almost spilling as they weave their way through the crowd, or bottles of various kind of liquors that you have rarely seen before. The waitresses would occasionally stop at the tables they are tending to in between trips, chatting along with the patrons as if they are all old friends. And even through your drunken haze, you are pleased to find that none of the men are acting like sleazy bastards that might be disrespectful around these working ladies. Nobody is trying to invade their space and everybody looks friendly, making the place look less concerning as you keep watching them all interact with each other.

Damn, even those strong drinks Holli gave you still couldn’t get you out of your proverbial teachers’ shoes, it seems?

You look up just as one of the waitresses comes to your table, all warm smile and polite greetings. The lack of judgement in her eyes as she looks between the three of you sort of eases you down a little, and the apprehension you have been feeling upon entering the foreign place slowly fades away.

“Welcome to Anchor Roadhouse, what can I get for you ladies?”

Jennie leans forward over the table to make the order. “Cold beer for three, please. Oh, and with double shots of tequila on the side for each?”

The waitress nods. “You got it. Be right back.”

“We’re going a bit over the top, aren’t we?” you ask the girls as the waitress turns to make her way towards the bar to retrieve your orders, and Jennie only shrugs. Perhaps the fact that this is the last place for the night had made her decide to order the strongest choices of drinks, when previously, you have been drinking sweet liquors that had taken quite a while to take effect on you.

“This place looks way more fun than the ones we’ve been before,” she says, looking around as she admires the sight she is seeing at all corners. You would have never thought that your best friend would have a liking to tattooed, burly men, but you are finding out all the new things about your friends tonight.

“It sure is. So we might as well have fun while we’re here,” Holli agrees with her, before turning to glance at your way. “But most importantly, we still have someone between us who has yet to do the dare.”

Ah, yes. The dare. You refrain from rolling your eyes as you are reminded of it. You have hoped that choosing to be the last one to do it would be able to safe your ass from actually doing it, thinking that your girls would have been too drunk to notice that you are skipping it by then.

You look around again, perusing the field and making plans, when you suddenly feel the heat of someone’s piercing gaze burning on your back, only to see that nobody is actually paying attention to any of you. But the quick scan around the room have you feeling quite intimidated all the same. Just how on earth are you supposed to get one of these burly bikers to buy you a drink?

You look at all the girls around you and consciously begin to compare yourself to them. Unlike these girls who are confident enough to flaunt their skin while wearing leathers and tight tops, you feel like everyone could look your way and figure out instantly that you are no more than a mousy high school teacher. Not even the mini black dress that you are wearing—no matter how tight and revealing it is—and the killer heels could hide it from the world.

The waitress returns just as you are about to give a closer look at the bar, to find your way in on finding a lone biker to talk to, and you are surprised to see her carrying not just three glasses of beer as requested, but a whole massive pitcher of it.

Everyone at the table looks at one another in confusion, yet the waitress simply sets down the pitcher and the clean glasses around the table, along with the tequila shots, and sets them all up as if there is nothing wrong with the order.

“Um—I’m sorry—” you try to cut in, “We didn’t order the whole pitcher.”

The waitress keeps her smile on her face when she raises her eyebrows. “Oh, don’t worry, Doll. It’s in the house. The owner wants to welcome you girls properly.”

You look at your friends again before asking, “The owner?”

The waitress cocks her hips once she is done setting up the drinks and tilts her head towards the bar. “Yeah, see the sweetheart standing right behind the counter over there? He’s watching over you girls to make sure you’re having a good time.”

You turn back to look at the bar as the waitress walks over to the next table right after Holli thanks her almost too excitedly. As if the night hasn’t gone any weirder yet, the crowd slowly parts way to give you the full good look at the bar counter.

And that is when you finally see him.

Standing behind the counter the way the waitress had described him is a familiar face. The same face that has your spine rigid and your muscles growing tense whenever you step foot into the school in the morning, knowing that your schedules will allow you to cross path with each other. He is now looking at you almost the same way he does it at school, the same way his gaze is locked on every move you make to have you feeling terribly self-conscious in everything you do when you are around him. Like every single move may end up as a mistake.

And now he is there, looking at you closely, though you are surprised to find him doing so without any judgemental look in his eyes when he finds you. He had discarded the ivory-rimmed glasses he normally wears, and instead of wearing his usual long sleeves dress shirt, he is wearing a black tight sleeveless top that puts his perfectly toned arms and shoulders on display, showing off the ink work that marks the length of his arms and all the way up to his neck, presenting you all the drawings and scribbles of words that you have never seen on him before. His fancy velvet coat has been replaced with a leather biker vest which looks exactly the same as to what everyone here is wearing.

You can barely get over the shock of not seeing the usual scowl that he normally wears at school, when his smile slowly grows upon noticing that you are looking straight at him, making your jaw drops even further.

This must be a dream, you wonder to yourself.

Because there is no way you are seeing Kim Seokjin—the strict Math teacher that everyone is afraid of—standing behind that bar as if this is his own home.

But there is no mistaking the smouldering gaze he is giving you now, the same one that has been quite intimidating that you always avoid seeing him in the break room at school. Except that his gaze no longer causes fear inside you when you return the look in his eyes.

And he just bought you a whole pitcher of cold beer.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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journey + the jk bday journey snippet was so gooddd!! makes me wonder what they did for namjoon's bday hmmmmmmm....

(ps. going through a tough time rn and ur work helps makes life a lil less sad 🥺)

(pss. journey hobi ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, )

(I hope you had fun after reading such ridiculousness XD enjoy this silly drabble about Namjoon's birthday lol keep your head up <3)

warnings: sexually suggestive language, horny crackhead energy pairing(s): ot7 x reader 'journey' au aka fuckbuddies with non-idol!BTS

“If we get a big enough cake, I can pop out of it–”

“The logistics of your idea,” Min Yoongi interrupted you, poking the side of your head. “Are nuts, not to mention expensive.”

“Hah, you really are No-Fun Man, Yoongi,” you shot back, prodding him and his pastel pink head. He simply sat there and took it with a rather annoyed frown.

“We could surprise him again like we surprised Jungkook,” Jung Hoseok interrupted brightly, his cheerful tone nearly as vibrant as his platinum white-blond hair.

You waved a hand, shaking your head. “It’s too obvious, especially since that was less than two weeks ago. I can’t be naked every single time you guys have a birthday.” Well, you would be…. Eventually. “At least not at the start, I mean…”

Park Jimin popped his black-haired head up from behind the sofa, giving you a warm back hug and bouncing your tits through your shirt. “Why not? Sounds fun.”

“Well, if you think about it, when Seokjin's and Taehyung’s birthdays roll around, I’m gonna freeze to death. Frostbitten titties and ass are not on my sex bingo card, sorry Jimin.”

Jimin pouted, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

Kim Taehyung, who currently was sitting beside you with his hand rubbing his chin, hummed thoughtfully, fingers skimming his lips. “We should do something special. Something he wouldn’t expect, because he’s always taking good care of us,” he pondered in his deep baritone voice, running a hand through his dark brown hair.

“Somebody has to take care of you guys.”

You all stared at Kim Seokjin and his scoff.

“Hyung, you should be taking care of us. You’re the oldest.”

“I do! You guys are crazy! You’re going to make me wrinkle prematurely at this rate! Do you see this moneymaker? I must remain pristine to bring continued joy to this world!”

“You’re the craziest one, Seokjin!” you cackled as he chucked a pillow at you. It was swiftly punched back by the man between your legs.

Sitting between your legs.

Not that you wouldn’t rather him be doing something else between your legs–

“What if we make Namjoon-hyung a meal?” Jeon Jungkook suggested, leaning his shoulder and arm on your thigh. You looked down at him and his bright brown eyes were gazing back up at you, black hair grazing his silver eyebrow piercing and a small smile on his pink lips. You almost wanted to kiss him right then. Ugh, he had such lovely, kissable lips.

Would be very distressing if Jungkook got a lip piercing.

“A meal?” you echoed airily, lost in his beautiful eyes.

“Hyung and I are the only ones who can cook,” Yoongi snorted, shaking his head. “That’s just making us do it on our own.”

You frowned at his words, breaking your gaze with Jungkook, getting back to the conversation. “That’s not true. I can cook.”

All six turned to look at you.

“What? Just because I can suck dick like a boss and take it in the ass with minimal warmup doesn’t mean I can’t cook! I can make all kinds of stuff!”

Taehyung raised a hand, startled. “Hold on. What?”

“She can take it in the ass real well,” Hoseok agreed, nodding.

“Ah, yeah, it’s pretty impressive,” Yoongi agreed, high-fiving him.

“Hyung?!”

“Did I hear that correctly, what the fu–?”

You went on to list the all the dishes you were proud of, too busy thinking to across the sudden commotion around you. “And I can stir-fry vegetables and perfect medium-rare steak and I can make jajangmyeon from scratch and it’s damn good, at least Seokjin said so last time I made it–”

“You made hyung a meal?” Jimin shrieked. “What about us?!”

“But he always eats food so deliciously–”

mmm, so, yeah, bickering while making a grand meal for Kim Namjoon that probably ultimately ended with the maknae line putting up all the colorful decorations and the hyung line doing most of the culinary labor and you getting fondled while cooking at the stove...

Namjoon probably came back to a wonderful homemade dinner, yummy cake, and horny chaos, typical, smh

(yeah, 'journey' Hobi *wiggles eyebrows* XD)

drabbles masterpost | masterpost

#bts fluff #ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts x you

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littlemessyjessi · 1 year ago

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The ABCs of Genie Kim Seokjin: Genie BTS : PS Reader

The ABCs of Genie Kim Seokjin: Genie BTS :

PS Reader, Fem Identifying Reader. Basically I just used she/her pronouns in this but I never specifically say that the reader is AFAB or that she identifies as females. It's just a note that I do use she/her in this a couple times. So if that is bothersome to you, no hard feelings if you don't want to read.

A: Attic

It was in the attic that you first found the bottle. A relative of yours had passed away and, surprisingly, left you their home. However, the place needed a lot of work and a cleaning from top to bottom. So you started with the attic.

B: Bejeweled

It was there that you came across a box labeled 'Trip to Gwacheon'.

It was full of many things but something sparkling caught your eye.

Pink and gold and bejeweled with sparkling crystals.

A gorgeous bottle that was admittedly quite dusty but otherwise in perfect condition.

C: Clean

You sat the bottle on the table, admiring the way the sun hit it as you continued with your sorting.

It would definitely need a good cleaning but that was one piece that you would definitely keep.

D: Dust

It wasn't long before you were coated in dirt and dust yourself.

In need of a cleaning as well.

You were just about to head downstairs when the bottle caught your eye again.

E: Easy

You made a beeline towards the shower and hopped in.

Oh so grateful to have gotten rid of the grime and sweat.

You peeked out to see the bottle where you'd left it on the counter.

You shrugged and grabbed it, pulling it into the shower with you. After all, wouldn't it just be easier to wash it in the shower with you?

Wrong.

F: Fear

As soon as you began to wash the outside of it under the faucet it began to sparkle and smoke billowed out of it.

You screamed and nearly killed yourself to keep from dropping it in the shower where you currently stood with wet bare naked feet.

Picking glass out of your ass was not something you wanted to deal with it.

You waved your hands around frantically, desperately trying to find purchase on something solid.

Fear didn't even begin to cover it.

G: Gasp

An unholy gasp echoed around the shower.

However, it did not come from you.

You stood stock still, soaking wet, completely naked with the water of the shower beating down on your head adding even more to the affect of a wet fish as you stood there with your mouth agape.

The gasp of pure shock came from a man who had appeared from the swirling mist.

The two of you were just staring at each other for a few seconds before he slapped his hands over his eyes.

H: Horrified

"Aish!" he screamed, completely horrified.

It was only then that it seemed to dawn on you that you were naked and you nearly broke your leg trying to get a towel.

"Sorry!" you apologized, clambered out of the shower, opening the door and running out.

I: Into

About three seconds after you realized that this was your house and that HE was the stranger here.

"Hold on just a damn minute!" you said turning to charge back into the bathroom only to nearly into him.

He was right behind you.

"God dammit!" you screeched. "You need a fucking cat bell!"

J: Joy

Despite the fact that this was clearly not at all normal… he just erupted into this wheezing laughter.

His features was coated in such pure joy that you couldn't help but crack and chuckle a little.

K: Kind

For a moment anyway. Then you had to get it together and figure out why exactly he was here and why he was in your shower.

And just what in the absolute hell was all that smoke about!

"Ok, listen. Clearly there has been some kind of miscommuncation here." you said. "Although, I can not fathom as to why you would think it's ok to be in the shower with someone you don't know."

L: Listen

"I completely agree. Why on earth would you take my bottle in the shower with you?" he asked, amusement still clinging to his features, eyes wet with laughter.

"It was filthy and so was I. I'M conserving water. In case you haven't noticed global warming is a real thing and- hold on. YOU'RE bottle?"

He blinked, "Yes, my bottle."

"Now, you listen here. The last I checked. This was my house. It belonged to a family member of mine."

"Yes, I'm aware of the passing of that asshole. Oh, my apologies. I'm sure they were very good to you-"

"Nah, Uncle Daniel was a dick. I honestly don't know why he left me this house. He never liked me. If I had to guess it's because he hates my father even more. Probably just a way to dick him over." you shrugged.

The man smiled a bit.

M: Maim

"That still doesn't explain why you're here or why you claim that's your body. I'm standing here, half naked and soaking wet and seriously deciding whether or not I should maim you."

That seemed to amuse him.

"I would like to see you try."

"I'm rather scrappy. Beside haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'naked and afraid'? Dangerous combination."

"I'm an immortal being of the universe." he countered.

N: Nutjob

You backed away from him slowly.

Crazy had your naked and afraid bit beat by a long shot.

You didn't want to tango with someone clearly off his fucking rocker.

O: Obviously

"Oh relax." he said noticing your posture. "I'm not going to hurt you. Obviously."

"Obviously?" you asked, incredously. "What about this scenario is obvious to anyone?!"

P: Panic

Panic and anxiety was creeping up on your and the reality of your situation was sinking in.

Here you were in this house out in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh god." you whined. "Maybe this is why Uncle Daniel left the house to me. He knew I'd be dumb enough to unlock some demon in his house and now I'm gonna die and-"

"I'm not a demon!" the man said rather scandalized.

"Then what exactly are you?!" you freaked out.

Q: Quiet

He could see that the situation was quickly getting out of hand.

"Ok, sshh, sshh." he said hurrying to quiet you before you ending up hurting yourself. "I'm am not a demon. I'm a genie. Granted this is not exactly how I wanted the introduction to this to go but you have exactly three wishes. The rules are… oh, she's fainted."

R: Rest

When you had promptly fainted on the floor, he rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers and transported you to the couch downstairs , this time fully clothed.

He shook his head, "Humans. They're always so excitable."

He took it upon himself to look around this riduculous house.

It hadn't been so long since Daniel the asshole had found him.

He'd used his wishes as most of them do.

Fame, fortune, success.

It got so boring.

He was almost glad when he'd used his last one and he'd been sent back to his bottle.

S: Seokjin

It didn't take too long for you to wake up, confusion overtaking you because of the weird ass dream you'd had.

You laughed at yourself, dusting your hands off on your … jeans?

You shrugged.

You guess you had just dreamed cleaning the attic.

You laughed a little.

Only you would dream up finding a genie in the damn shower.

"Ugh." you groaned, knowing that now you had to deal with the attic for real.

Maybe later though.

Your stomach was growling and demanding nourishment.

You made your way into the kitchen only to scream bloody murder when the man from your dream was seated at your kitchen table.

He rolled his eyes, "Not this again."

You flailed back against the wall.

"Calm down." he said in exasperation. "My name is Seokjin. I'm a genie. I was in the bottle you found in the attic and then promptly decided to take in the shower with you scarring the both of us. I told you this and then you fainted. Yes, I brought you down here. Yes, I clothed you. No, I did not look. I have magic. Don't disgrace me with your uncivilized accusations."

T: Terror

"Can you read my mind?" you whispered, pure terror coursing through you.

Seokjin was torn between bursting into laughter or letting lose the biggest sigh to have ever existed.

"No." he chuckled instead. "Humans are just very predictable."

"I've gone round the bend." you said, actually shaking. "Lost my mind completely."

U: Usually

He took pity on you.

"You're not crazy." he said. "In shock? Definitely. This wasn't the way I wanted to do this. It's never usually like this. You're the first person to have summoned me in the shower."

"That wasn't my intention!" you said. "I didn't even know what I was doing! I just thought it was a pretty bottle! I thought I'd set it on the mantle or something!"

V: Vast

"Ok, well listen. You don't have to put up with me long. You can just make your wishes and then I'll go back to the bottle. You can drop it off at a thrift shop or whatever. I'll find the next person eventually." he said.

Part of him was a bit saddened at that and he wasn't sure why.

"I can't just drop you at a thrift shop! You're a person!" you said, appalled at the idea.

"Well, technically I'm not." he chuckled. "I'm a genie. An immortal being."

"But-!"

"Listen you get three wishes, ok?" he cut you off. "You can't affect free will, you can kill anyone and you can't wish for more wishes. Aside from that the only limitation you have is what I assume is your very vast imagination. You should be able to come up with something. The quick you do it, the fast I'm out of your hair."

W: Wishes

"But what if I don't have any wishes?" you said.

His eyes were sharp as they turned to you, "What do you mean you don't have any wishes?"

"I've found that wishing for shit never really got me anywhere in life." you shrugged. "I'm more of a make shit happen type of person."

"Wise but that doesn't work. You cleaned the bottle. You've got three wishes. You WILL make three wishes." he said, a dangerous edge to his tone.

"No." you said simply.

"No?" he asked.

"No." you said.

X: eXplicit

Up until this point you had never heard of anything particular bad come out of him.

However, the moment you denied the wishes… homeboy lost his fucking mind.

You watched as he had a full on temper tantrum in your kitchen.

"You HAVE to!" he screamed.

"I don't have to do anything." you said. "And something tells me that you can't make me. What was that you said? Free will and all that shit. I bet that goes both ways or else you would've already done it."

Y: Years

After a while, he finally calmed down.

A snap of his fingers and everything he'd broken in his rage was mended.

Some of it suspiciously looked like updated version of items but you said nothing.

"I can't move on until you do." he whispered.

"So don't." you shrugged. "It's gotta be cramped in that bottle. Stay out here for a while. I just won't make any wishes and you can just live your life. You've got magic. Shouldn't that be a breeze for you. You could go anywhere."

He blinked at you.

What you were offering was insane to him and also impossible.

"I am tied to the Wisher." he said.

"Oh." you said, a little pout on your lips. "Ok, well I guess I could do some wishes then. Do you they have to be for me?"

He blinked again.

You were so fucking weird.

That is not how this usually went.

He'd spent years and years and years doing this and people didn't just offer up this once in a lifetime opportunity for someone else very often and never in his own experience.

"I guess not." he said. "Just- you can't affect free will."

You nodded, "Ok, so do you want to be a genie?"

"What?"

"Do you want to be a genie? Or would you rather like live out here or something?" you asked.

"It's not possible. I'm tied to the-"

"Just answer the question." you sighed.

"Yeah, yes. I would like to be a human. But even if I were, there is no place for me. I don't have anything. I have magic because I'm a genie." he said. "I have no home."

You nodded, "Ok, I know my wishes."

Z: Zilch

In a way, he was somewhat disappointed.

He'd almost admired you in a way but he supposed at the end of the day, all humans were the same.

"Ok, let's hear it."

"Ok, so one, I wish for substatiancial financial fortune that is completely legal and by the book with no catches and I can do with it what I wish." you said.

"While I believe that is so typical, I appreciate your attention to detail." he teased, snapping his fingers. "Done."

"How do I know?" you asked.

"Check your bank account." he said.

You dug your phone out and checked your bank account to see enough zeroes behind that one to make you sway on your feet.

"Isn't this gonna be suspicious to authorities?" you questioned.

"No. Genie magic has a way of making that transactions like that appear completely normal." he said. "Next."

"I wish to always have a home. It doesn't matter if it is big or small. Just that it is sturdy, reliable and able to be there if someone needs it." you said.

"You have a home." he reminded you, gesturing around.

"This is my wish." you pressed.

He sighed and snapped his fingers.

A tiny house figuring appeared on the table.

"Since you neglected to be more specific I took the liberty of making this a magic home. It can be changed and morphed into whatever you need it to be. You can also make it any size. Large enough to be a mansion or small enough to fit in your pocket. You're welcome." he said.

He had no idea why he was being so nice.

That would've been a perfect opportunity to cheat you out of one of your wishes.

"Thank you." you said, a mischievous little twinkle in your eye.

"Last one?" he asked, sadness blooming in his stomach.

He… hated to see you go actually.

"I wish for you to be free." you said.

"What?" he said, eyes widening.

"I wish for your freedom. I wish that you were freed from your job as a genie and that you could live out the life you want as you wish it. I wish that you have free will. I wish you free, Seokjin." you said.

"But- but- "

"I wish it." you demanded.

Tears filled his eyes.

Never in all the centuries that he'd been alive had anyone ever…

"As you wish…" he whispered.

The air sparkled around him and the bottle appeared before him.

Magic poured out of him and into the bottle, violently shaking it until it fell onto the ground with a loud clatter.

Seokjin had fallen back into the chair, head tilted back at the ceiling.

All was quiet for a moment.

"Seokjin?" you asked.

He was silent.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered. "I told you. Without magic I am nothing. I have nothing."

"You're free. That is something." you said.

"But without magic how am I to survive?!" he snapped. "I have no money. I have no home."

"Yes you do." you cut him off. "I just wished for it. And a home as well. It's right there."

He followed the line of your finger to the little house on the table.

He blinked.

Once, twice.

He stared at you, "You- but why?"

"No one should be caged like that." you shrugged. "We can go in the morning and set you up a bank account and I'll transfer it all over. Then you can do whatever you like."

Seokjin erupted into tears and suddenly you thought you'd made a mistake.

"How can I ever repay you for this? Name your price. I'll figure it out."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nada."

"Really?"

"Zilch. I don't want anything from you, Seokjin. Be free. Be happy and live your life and if you feel like company, stop by sometime. Preferably not while I'm in the shower but ya know." you said, a teasing smile on your lips.

And he had no idea what possessed him to do it but suddenly he had wrapped you up in his arms and was placing a kiss to your lips.

When you finally broke apart your eyes fluttered and you giggled, "Well, damn, if I'd known I could've wished for that, I fucking would've!"

"You couldn't have, love." he chuckled. "Free will and all that."

"Oh yeah." you said.

"But lucky for you, I am freely willing to give you all the kisses you want from now on." he said, pecking your lips. "I'll give you anything you want, whenever you want, however you want and- oh, shit she's fainted again."

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bangtansmauyeondan · 3 years ago

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MOONSTRUCK | Part 9 - Give & Take

Pairing: Seokjin x Fem Reader | Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: F2L, social media au, soulmates au, office au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama. (Inspired by BTS - Moon)

Summary: You don’t know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the city— him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?

A/N : Meet Mystery Character #2, Hannah— sculptor and painter! 🥲 If you’d like to be added on the taglist, just send me an Ask!🌙

PS - This is a work of fiction. I love you, Kim Namjoon. Forever and always. ALSO, please interact with me. Your feedback, asks and messages get me going. 💜

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years ago

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A piece of us | KSJ - Chapter 3

Synopsis: Seokjin is now on tour, and you correspond through emails. Seems like Seokjin isn´t quite sure of what being a dad entails.

Pairing: Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genres: Marriage | Fighting | Pregnancy

Word Count: 2,8K

Note: All the timestamps are based on Seokjin´s time, who´s in Europe.

Read on Ao3

[email protected]

Late night thoughts

To: [email protected]

10.04. 22. 02:14

Hello.

This is awkward. I thought of writing you a letter. Like an actual letter with inc and paper, but it would take days to get to you. That wouldn’t work; my would feelings expire before they reached you. If I tell you one thought today, I will most likely not be thinking the exact same thing tomorrow. Should probably talk to someone about that, right…? It’s almost as if I can hear you telling me to relax and just be alive, the way you always did our first years, do you remember? I miss that.

Things over here are busy and I'm just being shuffled here and there and put on different stages… In between performances, interviews and meetings I keep thinking about you and I.

Right now, it would be really comforting to have you here, _____… And I know it’s not my place to tell you this after the things I did to you, but know there will always exist time and space for you here.

Hey Google, is there a way to travel back in time? haha

PS: Yoongi is still texting me daily, asking how you are - please forgive him for whatever you think he did and text him back.

P.P.S: Why am I writing this in an email? Don’t ask me, I don’t really know. It makes more sense to put it all down and email it you, rather than not talking to you at all.

Alright… Bye?

Your Jinia

[email protected]

For the time being

To: [email protected]

15.04. 22. 02:14

Hi, again,

I’m back to emailing you. Understandably enough, you don’t pick up my calls and don’t reply to my messages, so I figured I’ll keep on writing these awkward emails to get everything off my chest and hopefully reach you.

The thing is, I understand why you’re not answering. I would probably burn the house down if you did to me what I did to you… But please, tell me how the baby is. I acted a fool and said things to hurt you. Things that weren’t true. Things I don't mean. Things I wish I could take back. So please, tell me how the (read: our) baby is. I hope everything fine and you’re just mad at me for messing it all up. I can be understanding and I will be patient - for now I’m just holding on and waiting for your reply. Hopefully soon.

The tour is moving along. They are speaking of a break in two months and I’m flying home, which is the last thing my company wants right now. They want another album of me by the end of next year, which means back to writing and recording. Greed can kill a man, they say. They never specify which man.

Still missing you.

PS: I keep getting messages from Yoongi, who, in my opinion, needs to chill. Hoever, he didn’t do anything bad. Not to you, anyway… He was more loyal to you than he was to me, so you should probably thank him, not ignore him.

Anyway, enough of my whining.

I love you,

Jinia

[email protected]

Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 04:02

Baby, talk to me. I beg of you. What do I need to do? Fly home?

I’m getting impatient and I wonder if anything is wrong. Hourly I have to remind myself that I’m your husband - the father of your child, even - and they, whoever they are, would call me if anything were to happen.

It’s nights like this when I wish you would pick up that damned phone and let me talk to you. I have a lot to apologize for, if you would only let me.

Pick up.

Pick up pick up pick up pick uuupp.

I will leave this hotel room right now and I will fucking fly home, you hear me? I will. Just wait and see.

Answer me,

Jinia

[email protected]

Re: Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 04.10

Seokjin,

Stop this. I will talk to you when I’m ready. Go take care of yourself - starting with some water and sleep.

I do miss you,

_____

[email protected]

Re: Talk to me

To: [email protected]

17.04. 22. 18:50

My lovely wife,

I am sorry for all the fuss. Of course we will take this at your speed. Whatever you need.

Tell me if there is anything I can do.

With all the love I have in me,

Your Jinia

[email protected]

My thoughts

To: [email protected]

01. 05. 22. 17:49

Jin,

I keep thinking about what went down… You actually wanted a divorce less than two months ago. It was so easy for you to just sign the papers, consequentially leaving me. We can’t come back from that. At least I can´t. For me, we were till death. We were a sure thing. Even when we fought I would never imagine a life without you. You left. And now you’re sending all these emails with no actually content, trying to make it right. It doesn’t make sense.

Also, I am not about to bring a baby into this world and have the first thing I teach him or her be that anything can be forgiven. What kind of example would that set for our baby? That your partner can do anything as long as they come back with an apology and excuse? No. That's not something I want to teach my kid.

That's not something I want to for myself either.

What I am trying to say is, right now, all I can give you is a coparent relationship. It might change, but right now I'm not capable of giving you anything else… I hope you can respect that.

Talk soon,

_____

[email protected]

Re: My thoughts

To: [email protected]

03. 05. 22. 23:45

My wife,

As much as I'm sorry, I also understand. Up till now I have only given you excuses and demanded you forgive me. That's not fair on you. I'll try to explain my thoughts the best I can in this email, so bear with me. Don't take this as an excuse, but as an explanation as to why I did what I did. It might help you understand.

Back when we were trying to get pregnant there was a rumor that you were still on the pill and that you didn't want to bear my kids. Of course I didn't believe them at the time, but then it never happened for the two of us like we wanted. And those voices started to get really loud. Time passed, still nothing, and I'm ashamed to say I started believing that you thought I wasn't good enough to be a father, that you didn't love me enough to actually want a family with me, or, the worst one, that you wanted my money and were planning to divorce me.

Instead of going around thinking and obsessing over those voices, I tried to live my life. I didn't realize how much I was pushing you away from me at the time - in hindsight I can see everything so clearly, every little interaction and how it drove you away. Anything is better than laying down and surrendering to the hurt I was feeling, I guess.

Anyway, when we started to have a really difficult time there is nothing I can say about how I acted. I didn't know how to handle the fights and the long silent days we had, and I started to spend more time away, spent less time thinking about your feelings and even less time thinking about my own. It was a game of getting to tomorrow.

And tomorrow came - you started to reach out to me again. I could tell you were clearly still mad. At that time I think I would prefer it if you would still act mad and ignore me. It was worse knowing you were pretend towards me. Of course you were only trying to make it right and make us talk again.

You became pregnant, and I was mad, scared and confused. I voiced my worries the only way I felt I could - by masking them behind anger. I told you: we tried to get pregnant for 6 months: nothing, yet there we were, thaving it happen after one night. That didn't make sense back then. Something in the equation had to have been changed - and my stupid mind screamed it had to have been me… I am so unbelievably sorry to have insinuated anything like that. It had nothing to do with you. Of course it didn't. I'm working my way through this so I can be the best man for our baby. It's a slow prosess, but I hope I will get there in the end.

And even though I am wiring this awfully long and sad email I don't want you to take any of this onto your shoulders. It's not your burden to bear, and I'm not saying to for you to come back to me and forgive me or understand me. I just want you to know what really happened. Maybe it can give you some piece of mind. It didn't happen because of nothing, and it didn't happen because of you. I am so sorry my love.

Isn´t today checkup day? Can you tell me about it? How is the baby? How are you?

Waiting for your reply

Take care of yourself and our baby,

Your Jinia

[email protected]

Baby update

To: [email protected]

06. 05. 22. 09:17

Seokjin,

I had the appointment changed, so today was actually checkup day. Our baby is now a kumquat! That very first ultrasound I had showed our baby looking something like a little blob, but now it's actually starting to look like a baby (se attachment 1). Something else that is in development is my stomach (see attachment 2). See that baby bump! When the time is right, I'm going to get a 3D ultrasound, maybe we can see who it looks like.

Everything is fine with the baby, it's just the right size - whatever that means.

They asked if I wanted to go back in two weeks and draw some blood to find out what gender the baby is. Apparently it's very accurate. If you want we can videochat during my appointment if you want to be there with me?

Sending you love on the tour,

Your baby and I

[email protected]

Re: Baby update

To: [email protected]

06. 05. 22. 11:37

My love,

Let's pretend I didn't just prance around when you called it our baby. And that baby bump took me OUT. You know how to make me weep!

I'm so happy our baby is good and safe with their mom. The most important thing right now is that the two of you are healthy. Tell me if there is anything I can do for you to make your life easier or better, and I will make it happen.

About the appointment you have, please videochat me. If I have the time, I would love to be there! When is it? The tour schedule is filled, but I hope I can be there.

Only a month till I am traveling back home! I can't wait to be with the two of you. Last time we were together things were awful, I would love to make it right? Can I please take you out for dinner? I know you said coparenting but I'm not sure what that means… And if it is anything like what I imagine I'm not so sure I can do it. I would do anything for you, but pretending I don't love you is not something I think I can do.

I love you both,

Your Jinia

[email protected]

Re: Baby update

To: [email protected]

06. 05. 22. 15:24

Seokjin,

Well, the baby is yours, so take it all in. I'm glad you're happy about this. We should be happy! This is a good thing, something we have hoped would happen for a while. Let's celebrate it, as we should, and be happy.

The appointment is on the 18th, at 14:00 KST. Just let me know if you'll be able to make it and I'll call you. I can change the appointment to make it work for you.

I understand it'll be hard for us; this will be an adjustment from being in a relationship to only being coparents. But it needs to happen for our child's sake. And for my sake. We can talk about it when you get here.

Sending celebration whoops,

Babymama and baby

[email protected]

Re: Baby update

To: [email protected]

06. 05. 22. 18:55

Babymama,

That name suits you so well! I really can't wait to see you in action as a mom when this baby is born. I'm sure you'll be the greatest mom. I can remember when we were younger and you were taking care of that little kid who got lost in the park. I remember thinking, she will be an excellent mom, her kids will be lucky. Who knew you would end up having my kid? And I'm so happy I got to be with you for all these year, and even more exited for our future as a family.

The other day I started looking at some samples and things we can do for the nursery, and I found this very cute giraffe (see picture attached). Should I just order it? It's up to you, of course, but I think a gender neutral room will be good. Let's not push pink down the throat if it's a girl, eh?

For the appointment - it´s now in my calendar as priority number one. I can't wait!!! What are you hoping for? Or maybe I should ask what you think it will be? Personally, I just want want another person to wish with - other than that I'm happy!

Love you,

You Jinia

[email protected]

Re: Baby update

To: [email protected]

07. 05. 22. 00:57

Good morning!

That giraffe was so cute, we don't want it… We need it. It will match perfectly with the neutral tones in the nursery. You have a good eye.

What I'm hoping for? I'm hoping for a girl we can spoil!

About the appointment. I will make sure to call you then. I am so happy that you could make it, it just wouldn't be the same without you there.

Please be healthy,

You baby and baby mama

[email protected]

I am sorry

To: [email protected]

19. 05. 22. 12:10

The most gracious woman on earth,

I suck. Things over have been crazy these last 24 hours. When I got back last night someone had broken into my hotel room and stolen most of my possessions, meaning clothes and perfumes and anything I need. I staid up all night talk to the local police and trying to figure out what to do now… I got in bed at 5, and with everything going on I managed to forget to set an alarm earlier than the company one… Which is how I managed to sleep through your call.

I really wish things went differently, and I hope you believe me when I tell you how sad I am to have missed the appointment!

Might as well ask here too - did they tell you the gender of our baby? I really want to know, even though it seem like I don't.

A lot of love from Europe,

Your Jinia

[email protected]

Re: I am sorry

To: [email protected]

19. 05. 22. 20:52

Dear babydad,

As the mother of your child I am telling you to step up. Apologizing won't get you very far after she's born. A child won't care if you intended to be there, the only thing that matters is if you actually showed up or not.

I, an adult, can understand you not being able to be there after what happened, but you need to be and do better for this child. After all, she is counting on you. Depending on you and your attention.

You didn't hurt me today, and it's me you should apologize to. After all, I said we should be just coparents. I meant that, which means you don't owe me anything.

Take care,

The girls

[email protected]

Re: I am sorry

To: [email protected]

19. 05. 22. 12:10

Honey,

I understand what you're saying… I will do better for our daughter. I won't be perfect, but I will be there.

The break is in three weeks, I'll be home then. Rest up and let me know if I can do anything for you.

Love,

Seokjin

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hoebii · 4 years ago

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Soft

Prompt : person A touching Person B's face and telling them that their face is really soft.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Crack, Established Relationship!Au

Rating : G

Warning : Jin. thats it. Jin is mess.

Wc : 853

A/N : I realised I didn’t have enough Jin fluff and I was feeling like writing a Jin fic so here it is :D Just a quick little drabble for our Mr. Worldwide Handsome Mess. Hope you guys like this! As usual, feedback is always appreciated~<3 Ps- If any of you can figure which book I quoted on the drabble I will love you forever 😩

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Jin had been staring at you for the past five minutes. You were pretty sure he hadn’t blinked once and you were getting both weirded out and worried for him. Deciding to not to pay too much attention, you opted to rather get lost in the book you had been reading.

The first two testles exploded into flame, sparks and timber plummeting into the gorge below. The big gun fired again. With a groan, the trestles collapsed completely. If the Fjerdans wanted to cross the gorge, they were going to have to-

“Augh! I can’t take this anymore!” Jin suddenly exclaimed, making you drop the hard cover book in fright.

“Jin, what the hell?! That hurt,” you whimpered in pain, caressing your thigh where a red mark had already bloomed.

“Aish, I’m sorry for startling you, jagi,” Jin cooed, rubbing your thigh in sympathy.

Moving away, you glared at him, “What’s up with you anyway? You’ve been staring at me for the past… whatever minutes that have passed.”

He seemed shocked at being caught, having the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his ears turning red.

“No no, it must be something very important if it had you staring for so long.”

“Ah, well,” he stuttered, moving around his spot on the couch nervously, “Iwantedtotouchyourcheekscauseitlookssoft.”

A beat of silence passed before, “Heh? Come again for Y/N-ie?”

“Waah Y/N!” Jin whined, pushing you away while doing so.

Falling off the couch onto the carpeted floor you looked at him incredulously, “Okay first, OW WHAT THE HECK. Second, what is wrong with you today my good fellow and Third! Seriously, what is wrong with you? I didn’t understand a SINGLE thing from that sentence.”

Helping you up onto the couch again, he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close, “I’m sorry! Does it hurt a lot? Aah I’m a mess today.”

Chuckling, you run your fingers through his soft hair, placing a kiss on his head, “You’re always a mess, babe.”

Jin only grumbled as he hid his face in your neck, making you laugh from the way his soft hair brushed against the skin - the ticklish sensation making you move away.

“Come on, bub,” you started, grabbing his face and tilting it so he was facing you, “what’s up?”

You could feel the way his face kept getting warmer, the longer he stared into your eyes, as if looking for something.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he spoke, “I wanna touch your cheeks, they look really soft. Hoseok’s always gushing about how squishy and soft Jimin’s cheeks are and now I wanna know if yours are as soft as they look...”

Not being able to help yourself, you snorted. Slapping a hand over your mouth to keep your laughter at bay but failing, making Jin pout even more.

Clearing your throat, you tried not to burst into laughter again as you grabbed one of his hands, “Honey we’ve been dating for years now, why’re you being shy about something like how soft my cheeks may be?”

“W-well! I never really paid much attention to how soft or hard your cheeks may be!”

“Great wording.”

“You know what I mean!”

Pretending to think, you tap your chin, “Do I, Jin? Do I really?”

“Yaah! Stop teasing me,” Jin whined again, his voice raising a few octaves.

“That’s what you said last night.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me,” you sang, laughing at the exasperated man.

Taking pity, you raised the hand you had grabbed up to your face before, “Poke it.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered, eyes staring at your cheeks as if they’re made of delicate china.

“Yes you dummy, go on,” you urged, rolling your eyes at how he was acting though your smile never left.

As if mentally preparing himself, Jin straightened his posture before pushing his finger against your cheek. Slowly he kept pushing, watching with fascination as his finger seemed to disappear into the never ending squish that was your cheek. When his finger finally touched your cheek bone, he retracted his hand, looking at you with wide eyes.

“So? Are they soft?” You asked, smiling in endearment at how cute he looked with wide eyes and gaping mouth.

“Soft? SOFT?!” Jin started, “They’re the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life! Oh my god, it was like a fluffy adventure. Your cheeks are softer than my RJ plushie!”

“Thank... You?” you said, raising an eyebrow at his reaction. You were told before that you had soft cheeks but you didn’t think it was that soft.

Gently pushing you off his lap, he jumped up from the couch and grabbed his phone.

“Where are you going?” you asked in surprise.

“I need to call everyone and tell them about this! This can’t wait,” he explained, leaving to call his members after placing a kiss on your lips.

You sat there trying to process what just happened before breaking into giggles, grabbing your book to resume reading.

“I’m dating a child.”

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 4 years ago

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BTS 4 Horse men (Hyung Line)

Summary : The empire of human race started falling.Everything seemed to displace as if it was a sign from the above.When everything on earth turned into chaos. 4 men stepped down on earth and witnessed what they have done. Living in a human world, where they hated, only to wait and see everything collapsed, a strange event then occured. A girl appeared in front of their door...

ps. BTS hyung line x Child reader : For a first time I want to write this kind of thing.

Inspo : ‘Namjoon eager to be a father.’ in one of the live. (I forgot this thing hang around my draft for a long time now.)

Kim Namjoon : War

- A hot-headed guy. However, he was a big bad dad for you in a good way. When your presence was in front of their door, he was the stiff one and not fond of the idea of raising a ‘human’ child.

- He is the best dad you can ask for. You don’t know what happens to your real parents, but you love your family. After living with you for years and seeing you grow up in front of his eyes makes him change his point of view toward human and not to mention how protective he can get with you.

- One of the geniuses on this earth. He taught you everything since you were an infant. When you were younger, he was so strict toward you to the point you cried that day. Jhope scolded him for that.

- Afterward, he tried his best to be gentle. You then grew less afraid toward him. Your bond with him gets better. He is now your big bad dad with a soft spot for you and you’re his lovely holy child.

Kim Seokjin : Famine

- Suppose to be a dad, but want to be your uncle instead. He was the calmest person out of 4 of them. He told Jhope to send the child to the foster house. However, they remembered that most of the world was a ruin.

- A chef that feeds a little one, you. He will make sure every meal is delicious and full of nutrients in order t- “Growing up and have a beautiful face like me.” a/n: “Jin, you shouldn’t interrupt the author nim.”

- Seeing the other people in pain because of huger was his favorite thing. However, with you, he will kill anyone who dares to starve his precious niece. One time, Yoongi forgot to put a lunch box in your backpack. That day, believe it or not, he scolded Yoongi and sit that guy in the corner of the house like a little kid.

- When you grow up, he shares many recipes with you. Both of you will sometimes end up in the kitchen. Having a battle. That becomes an uncle-niece thing for you both.

Jung Hoseok : Pestilence

- “Wait, why there’s a child in front of our house?” He picked you up and looked at you. “Aigooooooo, poor baby, you are cute. Hobi is going to take care of you.” And this guy decided to bring you in. Didn’t care about Yoongi’s glare or Namjoon’s protest.

- With Jin agreed after Jhope begged him, those two couldn’t do anything. That day you became a child of 4 horsemen. Jhope would always look after you with eyes full of gentleness. No one understands him at first until you start growing.

- The one, who can end this world by using his ‘fetal diseases’ curse, will be upset and worry every time you catch a cold or scratch yourself with something unintentionally. Like the above, when Namjoon to strict with you and nearly hurt you, he scolded the war god and almost punched that guy.

- He is your happy uncle because you always see his smile. Sometimes he will sneak you out of the house to send you to your ballet school. The other find out about you dance because Jhope drags them to one of your performance. After the show, all of them run to you and act as the proud dads.

Min Yoongi : Death

- ‘Suga’ was the first word you call him. It was a day when you were so young and barely could speak a word. Everyone was having breakfast. When Jin put some sugar power on your pancakes, the white glitter reminded you of him. The other laughed.

- That day he was angry, but never toward you. Since then your grumpy uncle allow only you to call ‘Suga’. If other boys do, he will glare them with deathliest glare.

- “Why am I your grumpy uncle?” He once asks since you will call the other nicely when you introduce them to someone for example your teacher. He feels a bit annoy until he hears your answer and it melts his heart. He was like a grumpy bear to you. Love dark aesthetic and always cold, but deep down you know he loves you.

- He can kill someone who hurt you if that means it will bring your lifely self back. Your smile becomes his favorite thing in the household. One day, you come home with a gloomy face because a friend in your class bullies you for have no mother. The first thing he whispers to you was “Who do I need to kill, princess?”

Author note : I forgot that this has been in my draft for so long now. I hope you enjoy this plot with lovely hyung line. It took me awhile to remember the core idea for this one. See you next time.

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noonaduck · 4 years ago

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In the eye of the storm pt.1

Pairing: reader x Hoseok /OT7 genre: Superhero &super villain AU, Smut, fluff, angst. series. Warnings: oral f&m, fucking. sex generally, cursing. Words: 3297 A/N: Hohoho you didn’t see this coming! ps. I have no idea of how often I will update this fic! Summary: You lived in a world where superhuman abilities were reality. Around 15% of world population went through a mutations in their mother's womb that scientists weren't able to explain. These people with supernatural abilities were called meta-humans. Some of meta people decided to serve the world as superheroes whose job was to keep everyone safe. Like every coin people gaining superpowers had its down side. Because there wasn’t choosing who would born with extraordinary abilities sometimes the powers ended up manifesting in wrong people. Those people used their abilities for their own gain and the counter force for the superheroes was born. > 2.

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You tried to block other passengers voices out with your headphones. You thought that with the amount that your plane ticket had cost you would been able to get some peace and quiet, but no. For your luck you were seated in front of pair businessman who were enjoying the benefits of their flight. They were arguing loudly while enjoying alcoholic beverages that the flight attendants were carrying for them. You were sure that the headache that was waiting for those men in few hours would be a nightmare. You were also suffering from headache but for completely different reasons. You hadn’t slept well for three days and were ready to bite the men’s head of in any given minute. You are ready to start your angry rant towards the men when a interesting news on the screen on the back of the seat in front of you gets your attention. You take your headphones of to listen.

‘’...Due the fact that no one hasn’t been able to stop Storm causing terror in Electro City the police forces has asked help from U.O.J (Union of justice) to bring Storm and her associates in front of justice....’’ The newscaster tells with excitement in her voice. On the background is a tall skyscraper with the big blue logo U.O.J on display. Union of justice was an organization which controlled all the other superhero units around the world. U.O.J was acting as police force who supervised the supers. Their job included to relocate superheroes in to areas where wasn’t any or where they were needed the most. Famous leagues of superheroes like a BLACKPINK, which only accepted female superheroes or K.A.R.D which was famous of their mental abilities were all working underneath of U.O.J’s watch. ‘’So we are going to get new defenders of the law on our tail?’’ Yoongi’s lazy voice distracts you from the news on the screen. ‘’I thought you were still sleeping.’’ You say surprised. ‘’I was trying to but the passengers behind of us kept waking me up.’’ Yoongi sighs annoyed and pulls a sleeping mask from his face. His raven hair is messy after sleep and his brown eyes are paired with heavy bags. After all Yoongi had had stayed awake as long as you had.

‘’...The group assigned to look after Electro City is called BTS which is shortened from Battle trusting supers.’’ The reporter continues while you listen with one ear. There had been other attempts to stop your plans and all of them had failed miserably so you weren’t that worried. ‘’Hmm, what do you think about the new heroes, can they put us behind the bars?’’ You ask quietly mildly interested in Yoongi’s opinion. Yoongi waits until a flight attendant has walked past your seats and answers with a smirk. ‘’They don’t have a chance.’’ ~

After painfully long security check at the airport you and Yoongi are finally able to leave to pick your bags. ‘’You would think that security checks would be faster with the current amount of technology.’’ You whine while walking towards the carousel carrying your bags. ‘’Perhaps it would be little bit faster if the city didn’t have a super villains to worry about.’’ ‘’Damn it, why anyone can’t catch Storm?’’ You complain while you wait for your luggage to arrive. ‘’Perhaps the police force isn’t capable enough.’’ ‘’excuse me, I couldn’t stop myself from hearing your conversation.’’ A very handsome stranger breaks into your conversation. The man has a bleached hair, wide shoulders and bright brown eyes paired with most luscious lips you have seen.‘’ While you keep checking the man out he continues talking. ‘’I heard that the city has been assigned with some new superheroes whose job is to end the terror of the Storm.’’ ‘’Yeah, I saw the news too.’’ You nod. ‘’Don’t you think that our city is losing its face when they have to call team of superheroes to help even though the captain of the force is super themself?’’ You add enjoying the opportunity to argue about the topic. ‘’To be honest I don't think that ability to control sound waves is that useful.’’ Yoongi adds in the conversation. Yoongi spots your luggage and goes to pick it up. ‘’Well I think it's quite nice, I could block the voices of my loud roommates.

I’m Kim Seokjin by the way.’’ The man introduces himself after remembering that he hadn’t at the first place. ‘’I’m L/N Y/N and that grumpy looking one is Min Yoongi.’’ You tell offering your hand for Seokjin which accepts it happily. ‘’It’s pleasure to meet you.’’ Seokjin tells flashing a bright smile. His hand is much bigger than yours and you can feel the heat radiating from his grip. ‘’Y/N as much as I would like to let you flirt with airport stranger our ride is here.’’ Your gaze turns instantly towards Yoongi who has picked both of your bags while you were focused on your conversation. Yoongi is holding his phone on his hand and looking you with amused smile. ‘’Uh, it seems that I have to go.’’ You tell with slight disappointment and turn ready to leave when Seokjin stops you. ‘’Wait! Look if u ever want to talk about superheroes again here's my card.’’ He tells handing you a simple white card with his printed information. ‘’Maybe I will. See you around.’’ You tell waving for the man and following Yoongi out form the terminal. ~ You gasp when a second finger disappears into your heat. The rooms is filled with your small moans when the man between your legs works on his magic.

‘’Ji-jimin I’m close.’’ You warn and the man in question smirks. ‘’Already, you must have really missed me.’’ Jimin coos and lowers his head to suck your clit. You ignore his comment and tangle your fingers into his silver locks. The bedroom air is full of humidity from your heated and slick bodies. On the moment you have arrived home you had rushed to the one man’s arms you knew would give you relief without questioning you. Yoongi had just rolled his eyes and marched up the stairs in to his room, probably to continue sleeping. Jimin had looked you with surprise when you had launched yourself into his arms and pressed hungry kisses on the corner of his lips.

You feel the familiar throbbing between your legs and are ready to let go when Jimin pulls away from your cunt leaving you pulsing when the orgasm slips away. ‘’What do you think that you are doing?’’ You narrow your eyes feeling pissed from your denied release. ‘’You didn’t call me even single time when you were away.’’ Jimin pouts. ‘’I don't think that you deserve to come so easily. ‘’Are you fucking serious.’’ You can feel the room air turning electric from your frustration and small sparks goes through your body. ‘’You called Namjoon. ’’Jimin mumbles and you push him away only to push him down on the mattress and you move sitting top of his thighs. You can see his hard member throbbing and small streaks of precum leaking from his tip. He is as horny as you are but decides that it's time to act petty in his jealous stage of mind. ‘’My sweet boy, you know that we aren’t dating. I’m not responsible in anyway to keep in touch with you when I’m away, besides I called Joon only because I needed his help.’’ You tell and rake your nails along his chest and pinch his left nipple making him gasp. You run your vet tongue along his right nipple and suck it gently to make him squirm. Payback is a bitch. ‘’You needed Joon’s help for phone sex?’’ Jimin shutters in middle of his sentence when your hand trails down along his abs and your hand takes a hold of his erected member. ‘’So you were spying on us, tsk you are such a prat.’’ You slide lower down on Jimin’s thighs leaving behind wet path leaking from your soaked core. You open your mouth and hollow your cheeks putting Jimin’s throbbing member between your lips. ‘’I just happened to walk past his room when I heard you.’’ Jimin defends himself while sweat drips down his face. He doesn’t dare to move. Anticipation is rushing through his veins when you finally start to suck his length. Jimin’s dick feels heavy against your tongue and you can taste the slight taste of salt coming from his precum. You feel how Jimin’s thighs tenses underneath your legs when he tries to stop himself from squirming and his hands find your H/C locks. You work mercilessly, Speeding your sucking at random times to only suddenly slow down or go completely still. Your hand finds its place in the end of Jimin’s shaft where you can’t quite reach with your tongue. You trace the large vein on his dick with your tongue and slide your hand to squeeze his balls. ‘’Y/N I’m so close.’’ Jimin whines his half moon eyes tightly shut and his hands holding tightly on his bed sheets. hearing his words you still completely and pop your mouth away from his member. A string of saliva connects your mouth to his member and you swipe your mouth clean. ‘’If you want to come you need to make me come first with that dick of yours.’’ You smirk after receiving and angry glare. ‘’That is something that I can arrange.’’ Jimin changes into sitting position against the headboard and his hands finds your hips. He guides you to hover above his hard member and with one hard push makes your seated on his dick feeling how his erection pulses inside of your walls. The speed that Jimin sets is merciless and he guides you to bounce up and down his dick while his hands squeezes your hips. You feel the familiar knot tightening in your lower belly and your hand slides between your connected bodies and seek your clit. Jimin looks with hungry eyes how your fingers works on your own clit and groans loudly when your heat tightens around his member. ‘’Come for me.’’ Jimin demands and leans to seal his feverish lips against yours. Jimin bites your lower lip and the feeling is enough to make you see stars. Your walls squeeze hardly around Jimin and soon he is coming alongside you. When you come down from your high you are laying on top of Jimin’s body his dick still seated tightly inside of you. Jimin draws lazy circles on your back and when you lift your head to look at his face you can see the satisfied smile on his lips. ‘’Thanks, I really needed that.’’ You tell and roll over Jimin’s side to settle on his side while his now softened member slips out of you. ‘’Was the trip that bad, huh?’’ Jimin asks turning to cuddle you. ‘’Sadly.’’ You sigh. ‘’You should never trust people on this business.’’ ‘’Not even us?’’ Jimin asks arching his brows teasingly. ‘’I think that you know by now that you guys are only ones I trust. Otherwise I wouldn’t let you have been buried between my legs instead you would have met some shock therapy.’’ You tell raising your hand up lazily when small blue sparks dances along your fingers.

‘’You surely know how to make your return quite exciting.’’ Jimin huffs while trying to stop himself from laughing. ‘’Well we all need some excitement into our lives, don’t we?’’ You ask while a small yawn escapes your lips. ‘’Let's sleep for now.’’ You tell and close your eyes that are turning heavy.

You are feeling too satisfied and tired to care the mess on the bed sheets and the wetness between your legs. You know that you will regret not cleaning yourself up when you wake up but right now you couldn’t care less. ~ You find Namjoon in the kitchen reading a newspaper and sipping coffee from his steaming mug. He hisses lightly when the hot drink burns his mouth but continues his reading. He is so focused on his paper that he doesn’t even notice how his round glasses slips down his nose, a glasses that actually doesn’t need and uses only for the looks. ‘’Morning.’’ You greet quietly and head for the fridge. You pick a cart of orange juice and drink it down straight from the source. ‘’Morning.’’ Namjoon grunts and returns to his paper. You push the fridge shut and go sit on the bar stool next to Namjoon’s. ‘’What has gained you interest this morning?’’ You ask and learn curiously to see the article better which he is so interested in. Namjoon slides the paper closer to you without a word. There is a whole two page article about the new superheroes that are going to take over of supervising your city. Your eyes stops on the picture of the four superheroes posing in their supersuits. The first man on the right has cherry colored hair and muscular figure covered in black leather outfit with red sleeves. His mask is covering his whole face except dark and piercing eyes. ‘’Super Strength.’’ You mumble after reading the text below the figure and Namjoon hums on your side. ‘’Alias Kratos.’’* The second man had ebony hair and and the brightest smile you had ever seen. His suit was made of red latex and didn’t leave anything on imagination. Before you can read the description out loud Namjoon beats you to it. ‘’Apollo*2, a hero with ability to manipulate light and heat.’’ His mask covers only the area of his eyes. The third man was wearing a electric blue suit with a zipper in front paired with a mask of same color. He had shiny blue hair stopping on his ears and he was posing with confidence. ‘’V, also known as Victory has superhuman speed.’’ You continue before Namjoon can and he answers with amused smile. ‘’And last but not least is Siren. He has ability of enchant you with his voice and control your mind for short periods of time.’’ Siren had a black suit with bright pink stripes on his side. The hero has blonde hair and he is sending flying kisses on the picture. ‘’All members of BTS are also highly trained with hand to hand combat and some simple weapons such as throwing knives and hand guns.’’ Namjoon finishes the section and you roll your eyes. ‘’You could think that the city would get the hint and give up already.’’ You sigh tiredly. ‘’Yoongi is up.’’ Namjoon remarks suddenly and soon enough you can hear the man coming down the stairs. Namjoon had the ability of super hearing and vision. When he was tired or unable to focus he sometimes slipped into stage of using his abilities without realizing. To add on that the man was also so intelligent that sometimes you wondered did he have super brain as well. Yoongi doesn’t bother to speak for you and instead heads straight to the coffee maker. He pours a steaming cup of coffee for himself and sit on the kitchen counter. Without any ceremony Yoongi begins to speak. ‘’So one of my old contacts connected me last night. he told me that the key we are after is actually being transported here into our city.’’ he tells casually and your jaw drops. ‘’So you are saying that our trip was waste of time?’’ You rub your face. Electro City was on the top when it came to developing new technology and new inventions. You and Yoongi had taken a trip to seek out the truth about a rumor that had been spreading in the spider web. Spider web was the term that underworld had given for a network of the people in the same profession. The key that Yoongi was talking about was told to be a device that could let you through any firewall or security system in the world. Possibilities with the device like that was endless. You could make whole nations to bow underneath you. The rumor that you had followed was that someone had already stolen the device form Big Hit, a high tech company that was specialized into security in all of its aspects. Sadly the rumor has been just a rumor so you had been left empty handed and the man who was supposed to have the device with few broken bones and black eye.

‘’Yup.’’ Yoongi answers with emotionless face. You want to break something and closed thing on your reach was Namjoon’s now empty coffee cup that you mashed on the floor. Your temper has always been irregular, in one moment you could be all sunshine and rainbows and for the next second you would be blinded by rage. You didn’t know were your powers matched with your personality or was your personality matched with your powers. You were force of nature, able to call for storms and electricity for your aid. Without word Namjoon gets up from his seat and goes pick up a broom. Luckily for the people around you, you didn’t release your rage against them without a reason and instead directed it to your environment. By now your companions are used to your quick temper and they rarely flinch when you let yourself go. You come back down from your anger and blink slowly. ‘’Oh shit, I’m sorry guys.’’ You tell awkwardly and hurry to help Namjoon to pick the broken pieces of the mug. ‘’Don’t worry about it.’’ Namjoon tells flashing a dimpled smile. ‘’Usually I’m the one who breaks stuff.’’ ‘’Well yeah because you are clumsy, not because you have hot temper.’’You sigh. Yoongi continues to look you cleaning the shards in quiet and sipping his coffee. ‘’I heard last night how you released some steam with Jimin.’’ Yoongi says innocently trying to distract you. Namjoon coughs awkwardly and gets up from the floor going to throw broken pieces of the mug away. ‘’So what?’’ You ask trying to sound annoyed but small smirk rises to your lips. ‘’Did you want to join?’’ You ask and wink to Yoongi who rolls his eyes for an answer. ‘’No, I wanted to sleep but it was almost impossible.’’ Yoongi tells and jumps down the kitchen counter. He has finally finished his drink. ‘’Speaking of Jimin do you know where he is? He wasn’t in his bed when I woke up.’’ ‘’I think he went for jog.’’ Namjoon answers and pushes his black hair backwards even though it slips back down right after. ‘’I see.’’ You turn your attention back to Yoongi who is about to exit the room. ‘’Hey Yoongles.’’ Yes?’’ Yoongi stops on his track. ‘’Make sure that this time we won’t be running after gossips.’’ ‘’Aye aye boss.’’ Yoongi answers with lazy wave and disappears from the room. You look after him with amused smile and return to continue your morning humming softly.

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