#meet the rest of the rival firm yall

[aces-and-angels]

park & davis- divide et impera

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[milfhunter6698]

Under pressure pt3

synopsis: Upon joining the NYC firm as a new associate, you quickly find yourself facing the pressure of working under the firm’s star senior partner, Victoria neuman. With a reputation for excellence and an eye for potential, she was searching for a junior partner who can meet her exacting standards. You, with your impressive credentials and unwavering ambition, seemed like a perfect fit…until the pressure of meeting those high expectations started taking their toll. 

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, angst, teasing, hurt & comfort, power imbalance, slight AU, some similarities to cannon, mentions of the boys characters (Hughie), slight age gap, rival associates, young!reader, older!Victoria, slow-burn, infidelity.

notes: So what do we think so far? I would love to hear yalls thoughts. As the story progresses, you'll notice changes in how the characters interact with each other. Like i said in the beginning this is an AU this means that while it kind of shares some similarities with the original show, it's not following the exact same storyline. And i’m not only changing the plot, but also adding and altering the characters and the world they live in. Anyway now that i’ve got that out of the way i just wanna say thanks for all the support. And I’ll be posting a new chapter every Sunday & Wednesday, alsoooo i made a playlist that really matches the themes of this story lmk if you want me to drop it now have fun reading!

chapter 1 & 2

wc: 3.3k

The following days at the firm felt different, though you tried to keep things as routine as possible. Arriving early, burying yourself in work, and avoiding thinking too much about that night at the gala—the subtle glances, the fleeting touches, and the way Victoria’s presence made you feel more alive and more uncertain all at once.

Still, you couldn’t shake it. The way she’d looked at you. You couldn’t deny the excitement it brought, but you knew better. You had your girlfriend, and despite your recent troubles, you weren’t about to let yourself cross a line you’d regret.

You sat at your desk poring over more paperwork, Victoria approached, a folder in her hand. She leaned against the edge of your desk, her fingers almost brushing yours over the papers you’re working on. “You did well with that one Garent case. I think you’re ready to take on more responsibility.”

Her compliment should have felt purely professional, but there was something in the way she said it that left you feeling a bit off-balance.

“Thanks,” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ll keep pushing forward.”

She smiled. “Good. I like people who know how to take initiative.” Her eyes lingered on you a second too long before she turned and walked away.

The rest of the day went by without incident, but you couldn’t help replaying the interaction in your mind. Are you just imagining things, or was there something more in her words, in the way she carried herself around you now?

You were ready to wrap up your day when Victoria stopped by again. She lingered at the door, leaning against the frame like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“A few of us are grabbing drinks tonight,” she said, her tone casual but with that undertone of invitation. “You should join us.”

For a second, you were tempted. The long hours at the firm had started to blur, and a drink sounded like exactly what you needed. But then you thought of your girlfriend —how hard she had worked to forgive you, how she had given you another chance when things felt broken.

You cleared your throat. “Thanks, Victoria, but I think I’ll pass. I promised my girlfriend I’d be home early.”

She raised an eyebrow, your refusal had only intrigued her more but instead of looking disappointed, she smiled, the kind that seemed almost too knowing. “Of course,” she said smoothly. “Another time then.” Her gaze lingered for a moment before she turned and walked away.

You returned home to your girlfriend. You shared a quiet dinner, nothing fancy. The sound of the TV filled the space between you as you sat together on the couch. She rested her head on your shoulder, content and tired.

You ran your hand absentmindedly through her hair, your eyes on the screen, but you weren’t really following the plot. Instead, it wandered back to Victoria—the way she looked at you, the energy between you that felt charged even when nothing was said outright. You felt it more than you wanted to admit.

Your stomach twisted with guilt. How could you be thinking about this when you were literally here, with your girlfriend, the woman who had stood by you through everything?

She stirred beside you, her voice soft and warm. “I’m going to the restroom,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss before standing. You smiled at her tired expression, watching as she left the room.

But the moment she was gone, the guilt gnawed at you. You were here with her, and yet your thoughts were with someone else entirely.

In the usual grind of the bullpen. The hum of conversations filled the room, but you were focused on the screen in front of you. Your fingers moved steadily over the keys as you sifted through the latest developments in the case you’d been working on.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the subtle change in the air around you at first. A shadow loomed over your desk, and then the familiar presence of Victoria washed over you. You could sense her without even turning around, as though her energy filled the space between you. Her eyes trailed over the screen, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat of her gaze on you, and notice how good she smelled.

Glancing over your shoulder, your heart skipped a beat. She was so close—closer than usual. Her lips curved into a soft smile, one that was both familiar and disarming. Your breath hitched as your eyes met, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world around you had faded into the background.

Your pulse quickened. Your noses were almost touching, the proximity sending a rush through your body. You couldn’t help but smile back, your body betraying you in the face of her charm. But then, quickly, you turned your head back to the screen, clearing your throat in an attempt to keep your composure.

“Morning,” You said, voice steady but quieter than usual.

“Morning,” Victoria responded, her tone smooth and easy, as if she wasn’t at all fazed by how close you had just been. “Where are we at on the recent case?”

You straightened up, eager to focus on work rather than the electric moment you had just shared. You quickly pulled up the files. “I’ve reviewed the latest documents and drafted a preliminary report. I’ll have it on your desk by noon.”

Victoria nodded, her eyes still lingering on you for a moment before shifting to the screen. “Good. Keep me updated. We’re getting close to a breakthrough.”

She straightened herself and gave you one last glance before walking away. As she moved through the bullpen, you exhaled the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The tension between you had become almost palpable, but as always, she left you with more questions than answers.

You had proven yourself as a valuable asset, especially with the Garent case under your belt. But with success came more responsibilities, and Victoria began to involve you in higher-stakes cases, pushing you harder than ever.

The very next morning she called you into her office for a debriefing. handing you the files, she leaned in just a little too close, testing those invisible boundaries once again.

“You’ve been doing great work,” she said, her voice low but sincere. “But I think you’re ready for more. We’ve got a new client coming in next week. I want you to take the lead on it.”

Your eyes widened, surprised. Leading a case wasn’t something you’d expected this early. You felt a surge of pride but also the familiar unease that came with working so closely with her.

The bullpen was empty, the city’s distant hum filtering through the windows. It was the usual you staying late at the office, and poring over more documents for your next case. As you stretched your neck, the door to the bullpen opened, and Victoria appeared. She crossed the room, her heels echoing in the silence.

“I didn’t expect anyone else to be here,” she said with a soft smile, leaning against your desk. “But then again, I should’ve known.”

“Just trying to get ahead,” You replied, eyes still focused on your screen, though your mind was elsewhere.

Victoria tilted her head slightly, studying you. “You’re different, you know that? Most people I’ve worked with would’ve crumbled under the pressure by now. But you… you handle it with grace.”

Her words sent a strange warmth through you. Vulnerability. That was new. She wasn’t testing you now—this was something else.

Before you could come up with a response, she sighed and straightened up. “Don’t stay too late,” she said, her tone lighter. “Even the best need rest.”

She left the bullpen, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The warmth of her praise still lingered, but so did the complexity of your feelings. Was she simply acknowledging your talent, or was there something deeper at play?

The rivalry between you and Hughie had always been subtle, but as time went on, He couldn’t help but notice the way Victoria had started to rely more and more on you. It was no secret that she only trusted the best, and while he had once been in her good graces, something had shifted.

You, on the other hand, were unaware of the storm brewing behind Hughie’s polite smiles and quick remarks. You’re too focused on the new case Victoria had entrusted you with—your first real opportunity to prove yourself in a leadership role.

One afternoon, Victoria suggested you’d meet at a small café downtown to discuss the case before you met with the client. The setting was casual, almost too casual, given the intensity of your work relationship. As you sipped your coffee, you went over the details of the merger-gone-wrong case.

“You’re handling it well,” Victoria remarked, her eyes watching you carefully. “I knew I made the right choice putting you on this.”

You smiled, but the weight of her words, and her presence, made you shift in your seat. There was something unspoken between you, something that was starting to feel more like a current pulling you in, even when you tried to resist.

As you wrapped up, Victoria leaned forward, her tone softening. “You’ve got this. Just be yourself with the client, and you’ll win them over.”

You nodded, your mind already shifting to the next task, but a flicker of doubt lingered. It wasn’t about the case. It was about Victoria—and the fact that Hughie had just walked into the café, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you together.

Back at the office, his mood had shifted. He watched as you walked in, confident after a successful meeting with the client. Victoria��s praise of you hadn’t gone unnoticed, and for Hughie, it was salt in an already open wound. He wasn’t about to let you waltz into the firm and take everything he had worked so hard for.

As the day wore on, he approached you at your desk, his voice sharp but measured. “So, I see you’ve been getting cozy with Victoria lately.”

You looked up, caught off guard by his sudden confrontational tone. “We’ve been working on the case.”

He scoffed. “Right, of course. Just the case.”

A few seconds later Victoria appeared in the hallway. His eyes flickered to her, and he forced a smile, but his jaw clenched as he walked away.

Later that evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Hughie’s words echoed in your mind, but so did the unspoken moments between you and Victoria.

As you lay in bed, your girlfriend was asleep beside you, your thoughts drifted to the lingering tension in your life—at work, with Victoria, and now, with Hughie. With a sigh, you buried your face into your pillow, seeking solace in its soft embrace, eyelids fluttered shut as you slowly drifted to sleep.

The air in the office had become noticeably thicker. You continued to keep your head down, focusing on cases and dealing with the complex dynamics around you. Despite your life being in turmoil, you remained calm and composed. Your ability to stay level-headed was a strength, one that Victoria admired—but it was also the very thing driving Hughie over the edge.

He had been simmering for days. His jealousy, once hidden behind casual remarks, had started surfacing in sharper, more pointed interactions. Every time he saw Victoria gravitating towards you, his anger flared.

It was late afternoon when he found you alone in the copy room. “Funny how things work around here, isn’t it?” his voice was cold as he stepped into the room, blocking the exit.

You turned, your expression neutral. “Is there something you need, Hughie?”

He smirked, but his frustration bubbled beneath the surface. “You walk in here, what? Six months ago? Suddenly, you’re Victoria’s number one. What is it? What’s your secret?”

You remained composed, carefully placing the stack of papers you were holding onto the counter. “I’m just doing my job.” you shrugged unbothered.

Hughie’s jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the door frame. “Just doing your job… You really think that’s all it is? You think I don’t see what’s going on?”

You met his gaze calmly, your voice steady. “Whatever you think is happening between me and Victoria, you’re wrong.”

He stepped closer, his anger barely contained. “You think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

You didn’t flinch. “No. But I’m not going to let you push me around either.”

His face hardened, but before he could respond, the door swung open. Victoria stood there, her eyes briefly flicking between the two of you.

“Hughie, a word in my office,” she said coolly, leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked away. Hughie shot you a final glare before storming out after her.

That evening, you received an unexpected text from Victoria ‘Come over for a drink. We need to talk.’

You stared at the message for a moment, feeling a knot form in your stomach. Your relationship had been professional—casual even—but being invited to her home? This felt different. Hesitant, You couldn’t shake the feeling that she has something more on her mind than just discussing work.

After a few moments of deliberation, you finally decided to go.

You stood before her front door, heart pounding as you rang the bell. The large wooden door creaked open, revealing her seductive smile and a held-up bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Her red lipstick, loose curls framing her face, and the silver robe hugging her curves, leaving just enough to the imagination, had you mesmerized. Your gaze lingered on the bare skin peeking out, your breathing hitched, before you met her smoldering eyes.

"You came," she purred, her voice enchanting. you smiled, your voice husky, "Yeah, of course."

She beckoned you in, her hand resting on the doorframe. The close proximity, the scent of her shampoo, and the tension in the air made you fumble with your hands, shoving them into your pockets as you awkwardly squeezed past her.

The heat radiating from her body caused yours to respond, your warmth merging as she stepped aside, her lips curved in a playful smirk. You took a deep breath, swallowing hard, as you stepped into her home.

Your eyes scanned the spacious room, taking in the sleek modern furniture, the smooth marble floors, and the large windows. Her house was elegant but also understated, much like the woman herself.

You felt a strange sense of unease, not quite knowing what to expect. But you also found yourself drawn to her, following her into the kitchen. You shouldn’t be looking but it was almost impossible when she reached up to grab wine glasses, and her silky robe shifted, revealing a fascinating glimpse of her skin.

Your breath caught, but it was fleeting. You cleared your throat, your gaze darting anywhere but at her as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Her smile urged you to follow her further to the glass doors, and you did. Stepping outside, the warm breeze enveloped you, and the glow from the pool's lights bathed the area in soft light. You took a seat on a pool chair next to her, accepting the glass of wine she offered with a small, nervous smile.

The taste of the wine on your tongue was exquisite, and you leaned back, trying to maintain your composure. Victoria crossed her legs, her gaze fixated on the shimmering water before speaking. "So..."

“I’ve noticed Hughie been on edge lately,” she said, taking a sip of her glass. “I assume he’s made that pretty clear to you.”

You nodded, swirling the wine in your glass. “He’s not happy about the way things have been going between us.”

She tilted her head slightly. “And how have things been going between us?”

The question caught you a little off guard, and you hesitated before answering. “We’re working well together, but… Hughie thinks it’s more than that.”

She chuckled, but there was something in her gaze that made you feel like there was more beneath the surface. “Well he is ambitious, but sometimes he doesn’t know how to control it.”

The conversation shifted again, light at first, but the tension slowly built after a few moments you spoke. “Why did you really ask me to come here tonight Victoria?” You asked, voice low.

She paused taking another sip of her drink, then opened her mouth to respond but found that she didn’t have a clear answer. The silence stretched between you, lingering in the air like a heavy cloud.

Instead she stood, gracefully placing the glass on the table. She took a few steps towards the edge of the shimmering pool, her fingers deftly undoing the ties on her robe. With a swift, fluid motion, the robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling loosely around her feet.

Your breath caught, heart pounding. Ready to leap at the sight, your eyes devoured the vision before you. The barest of bathing suits clung to her, barely covering her lush curves. The expanse of her exposed skin sent a rush of heat coursing through you. Desire threatened to consume.

She stepped into the water, her back turned. You were helplessly drawn to her, unable to shift your gaze away nor keep your distance. The cool water soothed your skin as you sat on the edge, slowly letting your legs down.

Victoria turned, the water dancing beautifully along her skin, creating a hypnotic display. The blue hue of the pool reflected in her eyes, deepening their shade, making them seem endless. She smiled, the warmth of her expression reaching you. She moved closer, and you couldn't help but feel the pull, growing more irresistible with each second.

She stood between your spread legs, the moment hanging between you. The possibility simmered, tantalizing. She could take you in right here right exact this moment. Her wet fingertips traced the edge of your jean shorts, and you didn't resist, suddenly you didn’t have the strength to even stop her.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers gripping the edge. Meeting her gaze, you saw pleading and a darkness that stirred something within you.

"Maybe because..." she whispered, her voice a low purr. Your lips involuntarily parted, and time seemed to slow.

Before the moment could deepen further, your phone buzzed loudly on the table, breaking the stillness. You quickly got up and rushed to answer, your eyes flicking to Victoria in the pool, who seemed both frustrated and guilty. You stepped away, your voice muffled by distance as you took the call.

You returned to her as quickly as you could, your eyes searching hers for understanding. "Sorry, I gotta go. It's an emergency."

Victoria stood as well, watching you with a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah of course,” she said smoothly. “Go ahead.”

As you left, your thoughts an endless loop of what had just transpired. You needed to make sense of this. You knew something had shifted between you tonight, but you weren’t sure what it meant—or how much longer you could pretend that nothing was happening between the two of you.

[joontier]

Parallel Palpitations | V1; report i

pairings: dr. park jimin x female reader 

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: romance, slice of life, humor

warnings: none to note

word count: 2k

g/n: this is just an intro basically ksjdfksjdf but i’d also like to inform yalls this coincides with the Subliminal in Scrubs universe (jk’s installment of TWA) 

Parallel Palpitations (the records) |  navi. | m.list

Closing his locker with his foot, Jimin tries to carefully balance his books placed precariously on top of each other in his arms as he walks back to the dean’s office where he’s also arranging most of his stuff to take home. It’s already been a week since he’d officially graduated medicine from Busan National University, and he had only kept going back to school to gather all his belongings so he could start reviewing. 

“Jimin, is that you?” The question almost knocks clumsy Jimin off his feet, surprised at how there was still any other person in the office besides  Kyungjo who was also collecting his stuff to take home. Jimin sets all of his books down first on a desk and turns, only to come face to face with none other than Jeon Jungmin himself, associate professor and chairman of the Jeon Medical Center. 

“Professor Jeon! Good evening Sir...It’s already late, professor?” 

Jeon Jungmin laughs, patting Jimin on the back, “I was going to say the same to you kid. You should go home.” Jimin flashes the older man a small smile, “Ah...yes, Professor. I’m just grabbing the last of my stuff then I’ll be on my way. This won’t take long.” 

“It’s fine, Jimin. The staff know you well anyways,” Jungmin sighs, then rests his weight on a pillar as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You know, Jimin...you’re a very bright student...I think even one of the best in Korea if I do say so myself.” 

The young man momentarily pauses with what he’s doing, taking in the professor’s words, “Oh, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Sir.” 

Jungmin chuckles as he shakes his head. “It’s true - you’re driven and you’re smart. It’s a fixed formula for someone who achieves great success in life later on. Your parents must be very proud. I would be too, if you were my son too.” 

“Thank you, Professor. Everything I do, I do for my parents.” 

The older man lets out a deep exhale and gives Jimin another pat on the back. “Just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be a fine doctor Jimin - and the Jeon Medical Center would definitely need fine doctors like you. I realized I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I really hope you will choose JMC for your post-graduate internship. We have a good program here,” Jungmin’s voice goes down to a whisper, “If you wish to, just let me know…” 

Someone enters the office and bows to the both of them and recognizes the same man as the professor’s driver. The man collects the professor’s briefcase and coat with one nod of Jungmin. “Well, I’ll head off first, Jimin. I can give you a ride home if you’re done with those.” 

Jimin shakes his head quickly, declining the one and only Jeon Jungmin’s generous offer. He’s unsure about the other offer though, but if he lets himself get a car ride home with the chairman himself, the latter might take it as a favorable answer to his proposal to which Jimin is still undecided. “No thank you Sir. I’ll be alright. This might still take a while after all,” Jimin says with an awkward laugh, tapping the top of the stack which was rivaling Jimin’s height. 

“Alright Jimin. Get back home safely. And I...hope to see you again very soon.” 

Jimin gives him a curt nod. “Good night, Professor.” 

He continues on with his remaining tasks, wanting to finish quickly so he could finally go home and rest. “Is he gone?” Kyungjo’s voice startles Jimin, the book in his hands nearly causing the tower of books to collapse. “My god! Stop doing that!” Jimin scolds his friend as it wasn’t the first time Kyungjo’s sleuthing had given Jimin a fright. 

“Yeah, he left already. You done with your stuff?” 

“Uh-huh. All set and ready to step into the real world,” Kyungjo replies, waving his hands in the air. Jimin narrows his eyes at the other boy, judging him silently. Kyungjo has a particular inclination towards alcohol and Jimin wonders if today was one of the days where his friend indulges himself yet once again. 

“Have you heard about his actual son? What was the kid’s name again...uh…” Kyungjo snaps his fingers in mid-air as Jimin asks what was the issue with the chairman’s son, likewise reminding Kyungjo it wasn’t best to talk about it in the dean’s office. “Ah! Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Heard that their relationship got so bad that Jungkook completely cut himself off from the family once he graduated high school and went to Yonsei instead of BNU because of his daddy issues.”

Jimin, unsure how to handle and process that kind of information, simply shakes his head at Kyungjo. “It’s wrong to gossip about other people's lives like that.” When Jimin looks over at his friend, Kyungjo is no longer listening, fumbling with the remote as he turns up the volume of the office television. 

“In other news today, two thousand five hundred sixty one students of Seoul National University graduated this afternoon 25th of February, 2023. The ceremony was held at COEX Convention Center in Samsung-dong, Seoul to accommodate the number of graduates this year. With a yearly average of at least two thousand three hundred graduates, this year’s commencement ceremony records the highest number of graduates in the history of the national university. 

“Not only did they record the highest number of alumni, but this year also marks the first year to have a foreign national graduate as the school’s valedictorian.” Jimin is listening just as intently as Kyungjo now with both boys focused on the TV screen. “Jeong Yeorum, also known as Summer Jeong by her colleagues, graduates with flying colors today from Seoul National University’s College of Medicine. Here is part of her valedictory speech this afternoon.” 

A girl appears on screen and she stands behind the podium with a bright and reassuring smile on her face. “As we embark on the journey of the rest of our lives, I implore you all, to do what you love, because I believe it’s what you’ll do best. There will be countless times of trial, but keep in mind that perseverance will always prevail. Always aim for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Class of 2023, good luck. And remember, graduation is only the beginning.” 

“Wow!” Kyungjo claps his hands enthusiastically as he marvels at the girl. “The twenty-six year old, who along with her  family migrated to South Korea back in 2015 when her father was reassigned to an office here in Seoul. The valedictorian says she’s not entirely foreign to Korea as her paternal grandmother is actually a native of Jeju. Jeong Yeorum then attended a co-ed high school in Mapo District, where she likewise finished her secondary education with academic distinction.” 

The reporters, equally impressed with the girl’s achievements, couldn’t help but add their own comments to the news report, “Wow...I guess some people are simply born for greatness.” 

“I agree with you there, Dongho-ssi. We might be looking at the next Bae Jeonjoo, the only woman in the group of doctors who pioneered neurosurgery in South Korea. Ms. Jeong Yeorum, if you are seeing this, we’re rooting for your promising career. Fighting!” 

As soon as the news anchors proceed to report other news, Kyungko turns off the television and mentions the time. “Well, she was pretty cute, wasn’t she? Totally my type! Maybe when we get to Seoul to review, we’ll get the chance to meet her...and make her my girlfriend!” 

Jimin rolls his eyes at Kyungjo, placing a firm grip on the shoulder, “My friend...you are either drunk, hungry, or high. Either way, you should go home. Don’t worry about me, I’ll just close up here.” 

Kyungjo shrugs his shoulders. “You’ll still go, right? To Seoul?” 

“I will. Don’t worry.” Jimin gives the other boy a reassuring nod. 

“Still half half with the rent, a’ight? I’ll be counting on you, Jiminie...and don’t let me down. Also, tell me when you’re leaving for Seoul so I know when I’m not supposed to bring hot city girls home...they have the tendency to be...loud sometimes.” 

This boy was definitely high, and whatever substance he’s taking, Jimin wants none of it. 

“That’s your cue, Kyungjo. Go home and take a cab instead.” 

“I can drive! I’m not high or drunk!” Kyungjo puts his hands up in the air in defense. “Hey, look, I can even moonwalk!” He proceeds to dance wildly as he exits the office, leaving Jimin questioning how he even became acquainted with Kyunjo in the first place. 

You barely hear the sound of your name being called on stage when the audio of Hoseok’s loud whooping completely dulls that of your professor’s. “Oppa! Nobody would be able to make out my name with your audio input!” Playfully shoving your cousin’s phone back into his hands, you continue to mumble your complaints about the poor video quality. 

Indignant with your words, Hoseok retorts, “Hey! I’m not a professional videographer, alright? What’s important is the actual moment happening and not how the moment was captured!” Hoseok hooks an arm over your neck, bringing your head to his chest as he gives you a noogie. “Oppa, my hair!!” 

Pulling yourself away from his grasp, you quickly pat your hair down but not delivering a solid smack on Hoseok’s back. As you’re fixing your hair, you weren’t able to put much thought into where you were walking, ultimately, and accidentally bumping into someone in a blue and black graduation robe similar to yours. 

Quickly, you look up, apologizing profusely at the person. “Oh! I’m so sorry- I…” “It’s okay,” the guy smiles a little, “_________, right?” You’re sure the surprise is evident in your face when he mentions your name when he barely even talked to you during the entirety of med school. “Yes! I mean...hello, Jungkook..” Clearing your throat, you quickly think of something to divert the impending awkward silence, “Well...um, congratulations to you for graduating as the batch valedictorian!” It now dawns on you that he really did graduate on top of the class, “Wow! You’re real smart!” comes your thoughts, unconsciously voicing them out. 

‘You’re real smart?’ Really? That’s the best you could’ve done? 

Jungkook chuckles, slightly taken-aback by your audible observation. “Oh yeah...um, thanks.” From behind you, you hear Hoseok clear his throat before speaking up. “Hello!” You hang your head low momentarily, already imagining Hoseok making fun of you later for this. 

“Right, Jungkook, this is my cousin, Jung Hoseok. Oppa, this is my classmate - Jeon Jungkook.” The two men shake their hands briefly before Jungkook speaks up, “Well, I’ve got to go now. Congratulations to you too Soomin. And Jung Hoseok-ssi.” 

As soon as Jungkook gets out of your sight, Hoseok nudges you with his elbow. “Please tell me that man was Jeon Jungmin’s son,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Nodding your head, you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Got a crush on the dude?” Oh god. Here we go again. 

“No! Jeez.” 

“Why were you so awkward around him then?” 

“We barely talked in class. Hell, I don’t even think we were within at least fifty meters from each other.” 

“But he’s a handsome man?” 

“Maybe you’re the one that’s got a crush on him?” 

Hoseok glares at you. 

“Do you think maybe you’d know which hospital he might be interested in taking his PGI? Woocheon perhaps?” 

It’s your turn to glare at him. “I told you. This incident was only one of our very few interactions ever. I think the last time he talked to me was when he borrowed a pencil during a class and that’s it.” 

“Well...if you’d discover where, let me know. Because if he does apply for Woocheon, and we’d happen to get the girl from SNU too....” Hoseok nods his head slowly, stroking his chin “Woocheon will have the A-Team interns this year, you included.” 

You roll your eyes, resting your arm against the car door that Hoseok opens for you, “You really think that’s going to pay for you ruining my hair?” 

“No, but you’re going to thank me if Woocheon manages to snag the dream team!” 

© joontier 2021

[foolishlovebugbaby]

skz’s reaction to their s/o having plump lips

requested by @0leelina0​! thanks for sending this in, i felt so giddy writing it ehe i hope you like it!

side note: i don’t know what to do with myself anymore i-

bang chan

i feel like he’d absolutely love his s/o having plump lips

like at first he wouldn’t pay attention to your lips much (because let’s face it, he’d be too infatuated with the entirety of your face to just focus on your lips)

but the more you both got to know each other, the more he’d find himself staring at your lips whenever you spoke

he just loves watching them move 

and it makes him absolutely weak in the knees whenever you kiss him on the cheek or just anywhere on his skin

and don’t get me started on how much he’d love to kiss them

he swears up and down he could makeout with you for an entire day

and he always tries to do so

“No, just a few more minutes,” He’d mumble against your lips as you attempted to pull away.

“Channie, I literally cannot breathe anymore.” You let out an airy laugh and he leaves a soft peck on your lips.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Nsfw: he’s definitely into the whole lip-biting thing 

and you giving him neck kisses is his biggest turn on omygod

lee know

minho knows that he’s got the prettiest lips on planet earth

but when he met you, he realised that although he may have the best lips on earth, you’ve got the best lips in the entire universe

a hard fact to accept, but my guy was too whipped for you to let it get to him

he’d absolutely love taking kissy face selfies with you 

you both would make kissy faces at each other so often that it became second nature rather than an inside joke lmao

the first time you kissed his cheek, he swore he had died and gone to heaven and that an angel kissed him to wake him up

but then a cheek kiss turned into a lip one and there was no going back

he’d be obsessed with leaving lingering kisses on your lips, very slow and intimate yet firm

and sometimes he’d prefer it that way over intense, passionate ones

sometimes

because let me tell you, this man is k i n k y

Nsfw: definitely a lip biter like chan, and he’d savour each and every moment of your lips on his skin

“My lips are ten times bigger now than when we first started,” you chuckle in disbelief at your swollen lips

“Oopsies.” Minho says as he hugs you from the back, a smug and cheeky eye smile plastered all over his face.

changbin

your lips are definitely the first thing he notices when he meets you

he can’t help but stare; they’re so eye catching and pretty and god, his mind already wonders what it would be like to kiss them

just like himself, you have a habit of licking and biting your lips 

whether it be out of nervousness or pure habit

but he finds it so endearing and attractive that he finds himself mimicking your actions every time you do so

he finds it incredibly sexy whenever you bite your lips

like, heart-stoppingly sexy

and he loves to run his thumb over your bottom lip whenever your face is in his hands

and leaving random, quick pecks on them whenever he has the chance

“We’re in public silly,” You jokingly scold him as he wraps his arms around your waist and peppers your lips with feathery kisses.

“I can’t help it, you’re too addicting.”

but when you two are alone, it’s a whole other story

Nsfw: he l o v e s to suck on your bottom lip when you both are making out

like, just the feeling of your lip between his all soft and plump makes his blood rush in ways that words can’t even describe

and running his tongue over your bottom lip makes him all woozy and delirious ugh

case in point: every makeout session is a steamy one.

hyunjin

hyunjin met his match the moment he laid eyes on your lips

like, he still can’t believe that someone could rival his full lips

but alas

even when you two started dating, he still remained humorously competitive about it

he’d go around asking his members which one of you had the better lips in the relationship

and everyone found it absolutely hilarious that he still wouldn’t let it go

being the weirdo he is, he has tons of photos of your lips in his camera roll

he tries to justify it by saying they’re for comparison when he makes other people choose who’s is better, but the reality is he just loves to stare at them when he misses you

what a sweet weirdo

“I got the most votes this time, pay up.” Hyunjin says smugly, puckering his lips for a victory kiss and you roll your eyes at his foolishness.

“I’m winning next time though,” You say and kiss him tenderly.

“I really don’t mind if the price to pay is kissing you.” He says sweetly when you pull away.

Nsfw: he seems like the kinky type, but i actually see him as more of a sweet, tender kisser rather than an intense one

intimate, long kisses just gets him going man what can i do

han

han loves to stare at your lips when you talk

he just finds them so captivating that it puts him in a trance

at first you thought he found your lips weird because his eyes were always trained on them

but then he revealed that it was only because he was smitten with the way you smiled and moved your lips

the amount of lyrics he’s written about your lips and how magical they are alone is either alarming or charming, but you’re not complaining

often times when you both are cuddling and just enjoying each others’ presence, he’d trace his finger around the contours of your lips 

he finds everything about the way they’re shaped perfect and complimentary to the rest of your features, and he doesn’t keep his thoughts to himself

mans so whipped i love him

Nsfw: like changbin, he loves to suck on your bottom lip and tug on it playfully

especially when he’s ~in the mood~

but he also really enjoys long and firm kisses, minus all the tongue and antics because he just wants to pour all of his love for you into each kiss 

“You drive me insane, you know that?” Han says with half-lidded eyes as you both pull away to catch your breaths.

“Does this mean i have better lips than Minho?” You say playfully.

“Oh shut up and kiss me you dork.”

felix

felix is just so sweet and precious that he’d be fixated on every single feature of yours 

one week he’d focus on complimenting your eyes

the next your nose

but when he reached your lips???

he would not be able to shut up about them

he’d find them sosososos charming and would try and force you to make kissy faces at him just so that he can swiftly go to peck them and catch you by surprise

such a cheeky boi

he’d find kissing you so comforting and warm and just the epitome of tenderness, it makes him feel so calm and sound

“Each kiss feels just like the first.” He said just above a whisper against your lips.

“That’s funny, this is like the billionth kiss of the week.” You chuckle and he laughs only to bring you back in for another.

Nsfw: i’m here to retract all soft uwu’s because lee felix, 5 minutes into a makeout, can and will turn into an absolute beast

he’d be soooo into lip biting and just playing with your mouth with his own 

and he’d be so passionate each time and ahodhofh i’m sorry i dont make the rules

seungmin

ohmygosh my sweet baby

he’s so precious that he would blush every time you’d catch him staring at your lips

even when you both started dating he’d still get all shy and red whenever you’d leave a kiss on his cheek or forehead or eyelids

but he absolutely loves it when you do so

he’s a sucker for affection, and your plump lips kissing all over his face would just make all the love feel even more amplified

he loves giving you short, sweet pecks out of the blue and seeing you blush sweetly whenever he does so makes him all giddy

and he’s always finding excuses to kiss you

“You’ve got some ice cream right,” He leans in close to your lips, “Here.” In a second his lips are on yours, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and your whole face flushes. 

“You could’ve just used a tissue.”

“Our climate is collapsing and you want to waste tissue? Could never be me.”

Nsfw: yall hear sumn?

i.n

he’s literally still in the womb what do i say

our sweet baby would not know what to do with himself when he starts being infatuated with you, let alone when he realises how charming your features are

he’d be so giddy and giggly around you

fooling around, squishing your lips between his fingers

and whenever your kiss him on the cheek, he would need an entire 10 minutes just to recover from it

don’t even get me started on a first kiss

like he’d honestly think he could die happy with the feeling of your pillowy lips on his

he’d be so gentle and happy with you and would always leave feathery kisses around your lips and on your cheeks 

“S-stop, that tickles Jeongin,” You giggle while he peppers kisses around the corners of your mouth and on your jaw. 

“Whoops,” He says cheekily and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

Nsfw: page does not exist

woojin

woojin would be such a gentleman that he’d remind you everyday of how beautiful every part of you is

your lips were never an insecurity but they weren’t your favorite feature either

but that all changed when woojin showed you so much tender love and care

he’s such a sweetheart man

he’d love to help you put on lipliner and lipstick just for fun because it ‘reminds me of art class’

“Kim Woojin, you overdrew my lips too much and now I look like a clown!” You scold him, red lipliner smudged all around your chin as you attempted to wipe it off.

“Well I think you look cute.” He says matter-of-factly, grabs your face and kisses you sweetly.

Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap he’d leave tender kisses on our lips and just admire every inch of your face 

im cryin i miss him

Nsfw: when mans is in the mood, mans is in the mood

kissing is his favorite form of foreplay hands down and would be so passionate and sometimes rough 

but hey ain’t nobody complainin bout that