#lmk tropical snow au

[lotusmonkey]

Oh yeah I forgot I haven't shown you guys the new guys yet

[squidkid15]

What is the tropical snow AU about?

That one belongs to @lotusmonkey more than me, but it's basically mac comes from snow and wukong from the tropics, fun culture clash lol. Their designs are here tho!

[bubmyg]

of equine considerations - ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: ceo!au, fluff, is there really a plot here? kind of

word count: 2,180

summary: what the hell do you get the best thing to ever happen to you who’ve you’ve already given everything you can think of or where seokjin runs into you in a boutique down the block from his office looking at the exact same teddy bear figurine he’d been coming after

a/n: part 5 of aicaib!!! we are nearing the end ladies :’-) again, tumblr’s link situation sucks, if you need the series masterlist lmk!!!

There was a piece of paper pasted to the corner of stained red oak, the signature line prominent and starred in bleeding red ink. It was just another multi million dollar investment that Kim Enterprise would endorse in the new year, just like the stack in a manilla folder on the opposite corner of the expansive desk, if only for the scrawl of Seokjin’s signature on the blank line. It was the third time he’d pushed it out of the way in favor of his home Macbook, backspace key and touch pad worn from his incessant clicking through the same three tabs.

The thick snowflakes ricocheting off the glass panel windows of his corner office mocked him, your shining eyes reflected in the crystal shapes as you ranted against his lips how there was to be a white Christmas this year. He’d smiled and kissed you back, letting you wrap his tie up in your fist and make him five minutes late to his morning appointment, one he could barely comprehend because his thoughts were flooded with your towering tree in the foyer that had not one present underneath it that was addressed from him to you.

Seokjin’s office chair groaned as he stretched backward in it, arms tucking behind his head, fingers thrust in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. The first tab of three glared at him first, a local floral shop that sold towering arrangements. He had the most expensive one open, bursting and overflowing in all the bright flowers you’d fawn over in your garden when spring finally melted the snow that was falling outside.

He barely blinked, index finger tracking the touchpad to close the tab. Flowers were a Valentine’s Day gift. A I was just thinking of you on the way home gift. A gift not for the middle of winter.

“Can you wrap flowers?” Seokjin mumbled to himself, replacing the tab with that question. The answer was a clear yes.

The second tab was a travel website, three different trips to somewhere tropical dropped into his listings. He had the power to control his own schedule but not yours, knowing your work wouldn’t let you off until at least the summer, knowing that he couldn’t really afford to leave the company to Yoongi in the midst of their busiest quarter, anyway.

And even then, when you were that excited about snow, who was he to retch you out of it? He closed that tab too.

Sometime, offhandedly, you’d mentioned picking up a new hobby. “Maybe horseback riding,” You’d informed Namjoon’s wife, white wine delicate in your ringed fingers as Seokjin had watched you swallow down a languid sip.

Whether you’d mentioned that a year into your marriage or just last week at the company Christmas gala, Seokjin couldn’t remember.

The last tab was an advert for lessons at a nearby stable with the history including the price of hiring contractors to build your own barn just outside your gardens and an endless number of listings for the best Warmbloods money could buy. It was stupid and pretentious and not anything Seokjin could see you being excited about for more that ten seconds just to spare his ego.

He closed that tab too, now left staring at your grinning face beyond his clutter of work files that had somehow crept into his personal device. The laptop shut with a resounding thud, his elbows knocking into the lid as he hunched over his desk, head in his hands. One arm slipped off the laptop when he groaned and suddenly a concerned voice was hushing to him.

“Mr. Kim? Are you alright? Mr. Kim? Seokjin, I’ll come in there, what is—”

He was out the door, cutting off his secretary’s voice abruptly in the process as he came to loom over her desk, fingers gripping at the wood, feet crossing at the ankles as he sighed.

“Mr. Kim, what can I—”

“Minseo,” Seokjin began slowly, voice deliberate, calculated, “I need your help.”

She blinked, brushing away the pile of paperwork in front of her, fingers fiddling together, “Go on.”

“I haven’t got my wife anything,” He winced when Minseo’s mouth rounded in some sort of shocked horror, “and I’m not making any progress on what to get her.”

“Would you like me to order her something and have it sent to the estate?”

“No,” Seokjin searched behind him, dragging one of the two generic chairs closer to plop backward into it. He fiddled at the cuffs of his white dress shirt, dragging them over his elbows as he loosened his tie, running his fingers through his hair for good measure. “I want you to talk to me like a friend,” He cocked an eyebrow, “What do I get her?”

Her expression softened, bracelets clattering to her desktop as she dropped her arms against the surface. “Jin, I know Y/N, but not like you do,” She tilted her head, “What does she like?”

“Lots of things,” He dragged incessant fingers across his face, scratching underneath his chin, “She likes to take the sugar gliders out of their cages and let them roam around inside one of my giant hoodies. She says it’s like their own playground. She also likes to garden, but only specific flowers, and the color scheme has to match. I witnessed her pull out an entire marigold plant with her bare hands because the yellow contrasted with her ‘aesthetic’. She likes to watch fireworks and has endless polaroids of them hanging on a corkboard in her office.”

His voice dropped a bit, “She likes it when I take three day weekends because it gives her an excuse to use her ridiculous amount of vacation time. And she likes it when we’re both home without responsibility. Just being together, you know?”

Minseo hummed, considering Seokjin with a fond glint in the tiny smile that curved on her lips. “Well, I assume another sugar glider is out of the question. Flowers aren’t really a Christmas gift. I don’t trust you to light off fireworks and…” She studied him with cross eyebrows, “...you have taken off Christmas Eve and day, correct?”

“Yeah,” He spoke through fingers now splayed across his cheeks, thumbs sandwiching his lips, “What do I do?”

“I’ll tell you what—” She rolled around to her computer, shaking the mouse to bring the blank screen back to life. She clicked around for a second before speaking to him, “—have you ever been to the boutique down the block?”

Seokjin squinted, “The what?”

Minseo laughed, snatching a royal blue post it note from a stack in the corner of her desk. After scrawling for a second, she thrust it at him. “Take the rest of the day off and go to this address,” She watched him as he stood, still staring at the address pasted to his thumb like it was in a foreign language, “Just buy her something small and cute that she can keep around the house. Maybe an ornament for the tree.”

He nodded, dumbly albeit, nearly tripping over himself to collect his coat and keys, address still fluttering from his fingers as he navigated through the office for the elevator.

“It’s the little things, Mr. Kim!” Minseo called, shooting him a beaming thumbs up as the elevator doors slid to a close.

His towering SUV felt out of place parked next to the miniature smart car and off white sedan both dirtied in snow and salt residue. The engine rolled over, heat in the cabin immediately escaping as he stared absently through the blankets of falling snow. Giant adverts were pasted to the clear windows of the quaint shop, advertising a new collection of scarves, the newest snowglobes adorned in Disney characters, and a whole display of stone like figurines.

It was a tiny face in the corner of the aqua blue advert that caught his attention, a tiny teddy bear figurine clutching onto a group of neon colored balloons. Seokjin’s first thought was that would like nice on the bedside table, a place you reserved for decorations that didn’t quite match the rest of the house. It was filled with you, a trophy you’d received for your club, co-ed water polo team in college, a framed employee of the month certificate, a lanyard from your honeymoon adorned in pretty pink flowers.

Something about the bear’s face screamed you and suddenly he had to have it.

Seokjin was first distracted by the overwhelming sweet scent that smacked against his cheeks. It was somewhere between pine needles, vanilla, and warmth, swirling around and clinging to the fabric of his suit jacket he tucked a little tighter to his torso. It was an entire wall of ornaments next, all covered in some layer of glitter and shining in vibrant paints over delicate glass.

He eyed a bell out of curiosity, black with a striped bow wired at the top near the hook. His index finger poked at the curved outer shell, an audible gasp of surprise tumbling off his tongue when the bell actually made a tinkling ding.

He fled that wall quickly.

There was too much, too many knit beanies and knit scarves and knit potholders, too many snow globes with intricate characters he didn’t recognize, too many glass vases he would use as wine glasses if he didn’t know better, too much. He’d shrugged off the workers milling about the nearly deserted store one too many times, his clueless expression and noises of discontent giving him away even without a verbal confirmation.

Seokjin was nearly caught by the one at the register, one who’d been glaring at him for the five minutes he’d been turning a paperweight over in his palms, one that contained glitter that floated around every time you moved the heavy glass. He avoided her, though, dropping the glass back to its shelf with a resounding clatter before side stepping around one of the aisles.

And directly into someone.

He noticed the display before him first, coated in the very figurines on the advert outside. There were rabbits and bears and sock monkeys and elephants, all tiny and cute and holding various items. His eyes roamed down the shelf, zeroing in on what appeared to be the only bear, his bear, it’s tiny balloons held proudly over it’s head like the triumphant smile that stretched to his lips as he leaned in and snatched it into his grasp.

And then he remembered he’d smacked into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Jin?”

A familiar hand squeezed at the apex of his elbow and suddenly he was staring into your half confused, half enraged, half endeared eyes. You cocked your head, hair falling into your eyelashes, smile growing wider as the horrified round of his lips did.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin babbled nearly incoherent.

“What are you doing here, mister?” The hand on his arm shoved lightly at his torso, “And with my bear too.”

“Your bear?” He childishly held the figurine closer to his chest before he realized, “I mean, yeah, I was going to buy it for you.”

“I was going to buy it for you.”

His eyebrows went through various emotions, mostly confusion and amusement, “You were what?”

“I thought you’d think it was cute,” Your bottom lip worried between your teeth as you shrugged, suddenly bashful, “Maybe keep it on your desk or something. I don’t know.”

Seokjin sighed, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders and bring you against his chest, lips against your forehead. “Darling, I was going to buy it for you,” He pecked your temple, “I thought it’d look nice on the bedside table.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, pressing your face against the lapel of his jacket. “Nothing underneath the tree is for you,” You mumbled finally.

His shoulders shook, laugh wheezing quietly, “Want to know a secret? I haven’t got you anything yet either.”

“I was going to buy you a new tie with donuts on it.”

“I was going to build a stable and buy you horseback riding lessons.”

“Jesus, Seokjin.”

“What?” He pinched your chin, bringing your gaze up to his so he could peck your cheek. “You mentioned it like once. Four years ago but. You mentioned it.”

“You know what I really want for Christmas?” He blinked for you to continue, “I want to bake shitty Christmas cookies in the oven and watch a bad romance movie and wear those ridiculously itchy sweaters Yoongi bought us all while our cute new bear friend watches us from the coffee table.”

Seokjin’s nose wrinkled, holding you a little bit tighter, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I think we can make that happen,” He fished for your hand, moving to pull you towards the register, “but you have to act surprised when you open the bear.”

“Who said you’re buying it?”

“Me.”

“You have no authority over me, Mr. Kim.”

“No,” Seokjin clutched onto your hand, ducking to peck your nose, “but I do have longer legs.”

“Wait, Jin, watch out for the—”