#mls:drabbles

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

Seokjin loves your crotchless panties 

kim seokjin x reader warnings;  smut; oral (f receiving), penetrative and protected sex, seokjin’s lingerie kink is showing  words; 4,734

Takes place during the stay at Dilf Mansion (lmao) 

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“Oh, my god.” 

“What is it?” Seokjin called from the bedroom. 

You didn’t reply, too busy looking at yourself in the mirrored closet door, face blatantly showing how unsure you felt about the lingerie you were wearing right now. It had seemed like a great idea a few hours ago when Seokjin had bought it for you, but now? You felt flustered looking at your own reflection. It was very pretty, don’t get you wrong, very pretty, but you might have also not been wearing anything at all. The black lace of the bra was so see-through your nipples were visible, and the panties… Your thighs were held together right now, protecting yourself, but if parted, the slit through the middle would leave virtually nothing to the imagination. 

“Honey?” 

“I cannot come out dressed like this,” you stressed, curiously parting your legs for a second before rushing to close them again. You could practically see your entire vagina. 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s so revealing, Seokjin.” 

You could hear him chuckling. “I think that’s the point.” 

Smartass. 

Then – 

“Quickly! I’m getting impatient.” 

You huffed. “Then I’ll just take longer.” 

Seokjin had kindly treated you today, you’d spent the day shopping at a new mall that had opened up recently. Usually, you wouldn’t dream of letting him spend so much money on you, but well, it was a one-off you told yourself, and sometimes it did just feel really nice to be spoiled. 

Eating out at one of the bistros inside the mall, Seokjin had suggested when you got back you could share a bottle of champagne and a bath together… Then maybe you could give him a fashion show of all the things he’d bought you… You knew he was only looking forward to one thing and one thing only, he had a hand in picking the set out after all… 

You gave yourself one last sweeping look, shaking off any insecurities you had. It wasn’t that much more revealing than the baby blue set you’d worn a few days ago, you told yourself. 

‘Hi,” you smiled, slowly emerging from the closet. 

Seokjin was sat on the end of the bed where you’d left him nearly ten minutes ago, naked apart from the white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes lit up instantly, mouth dropping open. You really did like making him speechless. 

Your smile grew wider, feeling a lot more confident now. “Should I turn around?”

He forced himself to swallow, nodding slowly. “Yes, please.” 

You moved slowly, giving him a show, shaking your ass a little as you looked over your shoulder. “Which view do you like best?” 

“I can’t decide,” he chuckled breathlessly. Then, he grinned impishly. “Let me see the front again.” 

You listened, purposely giving him a flash of the triangle of flesh between your legs. 

He couldn’t control himself any longer after that. 

“Come here,” he beckoned, latching onto your hips as soon as you made it across the room. 

He spread his legs slightly, towel stretching over his thighs, so you could slot in between. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wondering down his muscular and toned torso. You’d become perfectly acquainted with his body this past week. On cue, your fingers twitched with the need to touch him, to run your hands down his chest – maybe dig your nails into the solid flesh… But Seokjin had his own ideas. 

He kept eye contact as his fingertips played with the frill trim of your bra, then they trailed down your stomach, hitting the waistband of your panties. It was at that point his gaze wondered, dancing over the swell of your breasts before dropping down, and down, and down…. He carefully traced the lace where it split in the middle, making sure not to apply too much pressure to the sensitive flesh underneath. You held yourself as still as possible, trying to stay composed, even though you were growing more aroused by the second. 

Frustratingly he moved his hand then, sliding it to your ass instead as he cupped the flesh, giving it a quick squeeze, his eyes finding yours again. “I think you’ve spoiled me too much this week.” 

“Oh, so you don’t like it?” 

He played no mind to your teasing. “I love it.” And just to emphasise he took one of your hands to press into his lap. “I love it so much.”  

He was hard. Very hard. You’d noticed the bulge a moment ago, when the towel had tightened across his middle, but it was nothing in comparison to right now. 

Still, you weren’t done. 

“That doesn’t mean anything,”’ you dismissed, taking away your hand. 

He’d been erect practically this entire week. You didn’t think it mattered what you wore, and he’d still been half hard from the bath you’d shared together anyway, where things had gotten a little too handsy… 

He laughed, wrapping both arms around your waist in a bid to crush you down against him, and your hands flew to his shoulders instinctively. He craned his neck, veins beginning to bulge, and kissed you, tugging your mouth open over and over again, hints of tongue sending you a little wobbly. 

His hands wondered, over the rounds of your ass, his fingertips hovering against your heat, before he broke away, his breathing heavier now. “You look so sexy, baby.” 

Baby. 

There was that word, the one that almost sent you feral. It had slipped so naturally from his mouth the first time you almost hadn’t noticed. It was the word he only used when he had you like this. A word just for you two. A word that got desire rolling from you in waves. 

“I guess you have good taste…” You quipped. 

He laughed loudly, pulling you into his lap now so you were straddling him. “Quit fighting me.” 

You laughed along, chasing a kiss because you couldn’t stop yourself. This time your tongues pressed together enthusiastically, your hands in the back of his hair, his caressing your body. But when you began grinding against his crotch, he stopped you, leaning you back a little to soak you in again. 

He nodded to himself, pleased as anything. “Money well spent. I may even go so far and call it an investment.” 

“How do you work that one out?”

“The benefits I’m going to reap from this discovery,” – he let out a low whistle –  “invaluable.” 

You rolled your eyes all while secretly loving the attention. (Or not so secretly because your face gave it all away no doubt.)

His eyes fell between your legs then, clouding over with a lustful haze. “I think I’m going to have to buy you every crotchless panty that exists.” 

“Okay,” you giggled, reaching for him again, pecking him on the mouth. He was being silly now. “I think that would bankrupt you.” 

He hummed against your lips, fingers of one hand weaving through your hair. “Can’t say I’d have any regrets.” 

“You’re so dumb,” you tutted. 

He let out a little playful moan, wiggling his eyebrows. “I love it when you act all teacher on me.” 

“I have never called any of my students dumb.” 

He continued the eyebrow wiggle, pulling you in closer by the hips. “Until you met this one, that is.” 

“Seokjin!” You let out in a whine. 

He ignored you, kissing a trail down your neck instead and soon enough you forgot about all the messing around, his body turning more and more eager for you as the seconds passed by. It was hard not to follow, your neck and throat sensitive to all the attention he threw its way. You were practically trembling when he eased off, limp and desperate for more. 

“I love your body so much,” he awed, his hands not done exploring you. 

“So you keep saying.” You tried to sound clever but your words came out weak and shaky. 

“Seriously though, if you keep treating me like this it’s going to get real embarrassing for me. I need to show my gratitude…”  

“And how-w-ah!” Your question was cut off by your own squeal as you found yourself on your back in a split second, bouncing soundlessly against the mattress before your boyfriend got on top of you. 

“Seokjin!” 

He ignored you again, hiking you up the bed so you could place your head on the soft pillows, and then he started to kiss down your stomach. Automatically you rolled your hips into him, chasing the feeling. He moaned in support, grabbing a handful of the backs of your thighs. 

“I’m going to do your favourite thing now.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “We both know it’s yours too.” 

If you’d found out anything about him sexually these past few days, it was that he loved eating pussy. The man went crazy for it, which suited you just fine. It had been so long you’d forgotten how good it felt. Actually, you could be biased, but you didn’t give a damn, Seokjin was the best you’d ever had. 

“And I guess I have to put the practicality of these panties to the test,” he continued, folding your legs up to your chest, and in turn giving him a full frontal. Turned on greatly, you were no longer self-conscious. “See how they hold up. From a business point of view this is a very important step,” he finished with a grin. 

“I thought you already invested?” You took over, holding your legs up for him. There was no doubt you were wet and getting more desperate by the second, but you kept up his charade, not wanting to lose – even though it wasn’t a competition. 

You kept strong as he showered the backs of your thighs with kisses, watching him as he pulled back. “It said in the clause I can pull out at any time.” 

You couldn’t help but snort, your dirty mind getting the better of you. You really had been best friend’s with Soojung for too long. “Are you implying something else?” 

It took Seokjin a second to catch on, but when he did, he shook his head with a laugh. “I bought a hundred condoms, Y/N. I plan on using every single one, I don’t waste money.” 

“It’s almost as if you’re not a multimillionaire,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Who told you I was?” 

“Shut up,” you groaned, fed up with his teasing and constant delay. “Can we just get on with it? Geez, it’s like I’m not wearing crotchless panties for you right now.” 

“You’re the one that keeps on talking!” He exclaimed with a laugh. “I’m just being polite. My parents brought me up to have good manners.”  

“Well, can you put those manners to good use and go down on your girlfriend, because she’s kinda desperate if that wasn’t obvious…” 

“Oh, it’s obvious,” he smirked, gaze falling to the view in front of him. “You’re five minutes away from having to reimburse me for these sheets.” 

“Pfft. You wi –ohhh.” 

You were rudely interrupted by the swipe of his tongue. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pleased he’d shut you up before readjusting his position and going back for more. 

This time when he licked a solid strip up your folds, he pointed his tongue as he hit your clit, niggling it back and forth lightly. You didn’t even have it in you to form words, let alone think of a comeback, so instead, you relaxed your entire body ready to enjoy this perfect moment in its entirety. 

He repeated a few times, slow with it, working you up, and even when you stuck a hand between your legs and wound your fingers tightly into his bangs, he still didn’t speed up. In fact, you were sure he just got slower. 

“Seokjinnn.” 

“Quit whining,” he told you, pulling away with a sticky sound, shaking his head until you dislodged your hand. He gave you what you wanted though, sucking delicately on your swollen clit. 

You moaned softly, legs falling apart slightly to see him better. You could feel the slight burn of your muscles, getting tired in this position by now, but it was worth it to feel such mind-numbing pleasure. You watched him circle the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, moaning a little throatier when he flattened the muscle, washing over you again and again, his jaw working overtime. 

He worked you up, knowing exactly what to do now in order to get you to cum, and you could feel the pressure building up inside your stomach, your soft moans more frequent, your eyes never leaving his as he continued to make your legs shake. That was something he loved too, eye contact, and once your shyness had dissolved, you’d gotten right on board. It was so intimate and hot watching one another in the throes of passion – but especially when he was going down on you like this. There was something about his face, his eyes. He looked like his sole purpose of existing was to please you. 

At that exact moment, he sucked a little too vigorously against your clit, a comical noise sounding around the room, and you snorted out a chuckle, unable to help it. Pulling away to join you, you noticed the way your arousal smeared across his lower face, his lips shiny and slightly bigger (if that was possible), before he dived right back in, this time turning his head slightly to be able to swipe his tongue against where you parted, from your clit down to your entrance, and then up again, back and forth purposefully. 

Closing your eyes, you concentrated on the pleasure as it built up and up. Your chest gently heaved as the grip on your legs grew slack and you could feel your orgasm drawing closer, But then he just stopped altogether. 

Your eyes flew open. “Why did you stop?” 

You sounded betrayed. 

He had a very obvious smirk on his face when he moved up and the bed, reaching across from you to grab a pillow. “I want to change my view,” he replied simply. 

“What?” 

Now you were just confused, watching him fluff up said pillow and place it behind his head as he got on his back. It wasn’t until he reached for your hips, tugging you over him, you suddenly realised what he meant. 

“Oh, what? Nononono, no.” 

He sat up easily, cupping your face so he could kiss you, taste yourself on him, his words dripping sweet as he spoke between presses of his mouth. “Honey… Baby, don’t be embarrassed.” 

You pulled away briefly to regard him and he grinned mischievously. “Come sit on my face.” 

You groaned, scrunching your eyes closed. “Don’t say it like that.” 

He laughed, reaching to kiss you again – anywhere he could reach, cheeks, nose, eyelids… “You’re so adorable.” Then he found your lips, kissing you briefly before he spoke again, voice lower, huskier. 

“I couldn’t get to sleep last night because I just kept imagining you over my face, thighs around my head as I –”

“Stoppp,” you cut him off, unable to hear it. He spoke so directly sometimes you couldn’t handle it. Although, you couldn’t deny it didn’t affect you… 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle. “I know you want to cum by the way you’re grinding all over my crotch, so just come take a seat.”

You kissed him this time, letting him ease you both down before you shifted, moving towards his face. His face lit up before his jaw slacked, giving away just how turned on he was. “Yeah?” He asked. 

You nodded, smiling slightly, watching him readjust his position, getting ready for you, and then you hovered, pressing your knees either side of his head into the pillow. Seokjin looked up at you with hungry eyes, fingertips caressing your thighs as he encouraged you to get lower. You trembled beneath his touch, wanting him now more than ever. 

Gripping the top of the plush headboard, you felt him begin to kiss the inside of your left thigh, getting nearer and nearer, breath hot. You waited with bated breath, staring straight ahead at the wall and as soon as you felt his plush lips kiss across your folds, your knuckles tightened their grip, an audible sigh slipping past your lips. 

Continuing to caress you with his mouth, he waited until he felt you fully relax before he slipped his hands around your thighs and tugged you closer. You gasped out a little in shock, briefly looking down, although all you could see was the top of his head. 

“Seokjin, I’ll suffocate you!”

He didn’t respond. Well, audibly. With actions, he hastened, practically lapping at your heat like a man dying of thirst. You couldn’t help but moan, head falling back a little, Seokjin’s grip on your thighs holding you steady. It felt amazing, the pleasure rolling through your body, and you couldn’t help yourself when you started to rock your hips ever so slightly, straightening your back to use your hold on the headboard as leverage. 

Seokjin liked that very much, moaning in encouragement just before he wrapped his lips around your clit. With a gasp, you rocked into him harder, looking down again with curiosity, noticing the way his hair had bunched up against his forehead as he vigorously kept going. Hell, was he enjoying himself. You couldn’t even see his eyes he was so buried down there, and it was just really, really hot. 

You could feel your orgasm approaching again, spurred on by his insane enthusiasm and the noises being created by both of you. You were unable to stop yourself when your hands found their way locked into his hair – not that he had any complaints. If anything it sent him wilder, his hands moving to grip your butt, encouraging you to move along with him. He could tell you were close by the broken moans you were making, a dead giveaway by now and it had only been a few days. 

With your eyes fluttering closed, you concentrated on each curl and flick of his tongue, warmth spreading through your body as your orgasm swooped over you, rendering you useless as your body tensed up. Not that Seokjin seemed to mind, continuing his movements as he attempted to make your release last as long as possible. 

It worked. It worked very well, and you pulled away a couple of minutes later, shaky and sensitive, a blissed out, “oh, my god,” falling from your lips. 

Seokjin beamed up at you. “I enjoyed that.” He moved to prop himself up, not even flinching when you landed on his stomach with a bounce, your legs like jello. “I enjoyed that a lot.” 

He ran his fingertips up and down your calves, gaze lidded, showing just how turned on he was. You moved one of your hands back, finding the knot of Seokjin’s towel and tugged. 

“Yes, unsheathe him!” 

You snorted. Under that suave and handsome exterior was a dork you’d come to realise. 

Touching him softly, almost teasingly, you felt how painfully hard he was, veins pronounced, and no doubt the head was angry and red, possibly leaking he wanted you so bad. 

He moaned lowly as you traced your fingers up and down the length, twitching a couple of times before he grew impatient, sitting up straighter. “Let me grab a condom.” 

You moved with him as he leaned for the nightstand, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing. “Wipe your face at least.” 

“No way,” he shook his head, “that’s the best part.” 

That only made you laugh harder, warm glow in your chest as you reached to kiss his cheek, not minding in the slightest that you could taste yourself on his skin. A fool, he tried to kiss you back, angling his neck to reach your lips as his arm stretched forward, rooting around for the box of condoms. Not that he could miss it. Successful, he attempted to pull it out – only for it to slip from his fingertips and fall to the floor. 

“That was your fault,” he said, pulling away to look down. 

You copied, seeing half the contents of the box littering the rug – which was a lot of condoms... “We can get them later.” 

You were growing impatient; the buzz of your orgasm having worn off now. You wanted more. He agreed, leaning down to pick one foil packet up, and you took it from him firmly. “Thank you.” 

Seokjin looked like he was about to pass out when he slowly realised what that meant, watching as you moved down his body, straddling the tops of his thighs. You’d been right, the head of his cock was flush, a fresh bead of precum leaking from the slit in anticipation. 

Mind hazy, you tried to think logically. It had been a long time since you’d put a condom on, so while the idea sounded hot, you needed to make sure you remembered what to do. You tore the packet open and pulled it out, Seokjin’s hips bouncing up a little as he got ready. His thighs were hot, red in patches showing you just how desperate he was. 

“Baby, you’ve got me so turned on,” he murmured, voice thick and heavy. His chest rose up and down, and it shimmered with a thin layer of sweat. He looked good enough to lick, but you knew you couldn’t waste any more time. 

Pinching the tip of the condom, you moved forward, placing it on the head of his penis before rolling it down. He groaned as you did so, a fairly dramatic reaction you thought, but you’d let him off. It did wonders for your ego after all. 

Tugging at the base to make sure it was secure, you looked over at him. “Is that on properly?” 

“Y-yeah.” He breathed, and then – “Quickly.” 

You listened, rising up to hover over his cock, one hand wrapping around the base to guide him inside of you. He groaned slowly as you sat on him, his stomach tensing when he felt your walls squeeze and throb. Needing a moment to adjust, you rocked forward lightly, knees pressing into the soft mattress as Seokjin’s hands found your hips. He was slumped against the headboard at this point, watching where your bodies met as you slid over him again, getting used to the fill and repeating, speeding up, you and the condom squelching softly. 

“Good?” He croaked, dark eyes flicking to yours. 

“Mhmm,” you moaned, palms pressing into his stomach as you attempted to gain a little leverage and start riding his dick for real. 

“C’mere.” He beckoned you closer with his hands, sitting up properly so you could grip his broad shoulders, easily able to bounce up and down on him. “Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged breathily, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

If you could call it a kiss. You were in the zone by now, concentrating hard, so for the most part your mouths just bumped against one another every now and then, before his attention fell elsewhere. Your breasts that were bouncing around in their lace. He kissed your cleavage, cupping the soft mounds briefly before rounding your back and unclasping your bra, removing it to get a better view. He dove in with a grunt, sucking on one nipple as fingers played with the other. 

You couldn’t help but moan, your head falling back as your hips moved faster, desperate for more. His hands found your hips again, warmth seeping through your skin as he held you tight, helping you bounce better. You only moaned louder, Seokjin joining you. 

“C-can I move too?” He asked, voice trembling. 

“Go for it,” you panted. 

He started off gentle, thrusts meeting yours, adding to the pleasure, but gradually sped up, getting more and more confident you could keep up and take it. You clung around his neck, ass going at lightning speed it felt like, as you slammed down repeatedly, your noises of exertion hot in his ear. He loved it, groaning loudly. 

But it wasn’t long before your thighs started to burn, getting gradually more tired with each slap of skin. Seokjin sensed it immediately, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Let me take over, mm?” 

He kissed you, hands falling to your ass as he slowed your movements. He was halfway inside of you, and you moaned softly as you felt him drag all the way out to the tip. You nodded, kissing him back. 

“Just enjoy.” 

You moaned again as he pushed back in, filling you to the hilt gloriously. It wasn’t fair. He was nearly a decade older than you and still had the energy of a twenty-year-old. Although, he said it was because of you. You made him act out of character, made him feel young again. You agreed, he definitely made you feel about ten years younger, especially during times like this, but frustratingly, your oomph seemed to wear out quicker than his. 

But maybe you shouldn’t complain. You were having a good time regardless, and so was he. His movements vigorous, you had to press one hand into the headboard, the other clutching his shoulder, fingers digging into the skin as you gasped and sighed out. 

“Oh shit, Seokjin, don’t stop,” you panted, hand sliding down the headboard before you grasped at his back, pulling back to see him. 

“I won’t.” His chuckle was strained, jaw clenched tight as he continued his pace, and a little recharged, you started rolling into each thrust, each stroke setting you alight. “Good, honey?” 

“Mhmmm,” you moaned, practically hanging off him at this point, trusting him wholeheartedly to hold your bodyweight. 

The bed bounced with you both, Seokjin gripping your ass as he slid it over his cock over and over again, and you could tell by his face he was now practically done for. And on cue – 

“I’m close, Y/N. A little f-faster…” 

He did indeed get quicker, but with speed and his impending orgasm came accidents, slipping out of you during one thrust. He pushed again but missed. Then again, cock sliding between your folds instead. He grunted in frustration, making you laugh. Even harder when he had to take his dick in his hand and push inside that way. 

“Don’t put me off,” he whined, laughing himself. 

You couldn’t stop. He looked adorable, dazed, his release moments away, cheeks flush, brow furrowed together in pleasure and frustration. 

“I said don’t,” he warned, shutting you up once and for all with a slam of his lips. 

You moaned into his mouth, his thrusts picking up, eager and sloppy as he gripped the backs of your thighs, holding you up so he could get as deep as possible. 

“Shit,” he tugged away, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “I’m…I’m…” 

He couldn’t finish his sentence, moaning what sounded like your name as he came. You stayed like that for a brief moment, catching your breaths, until you found yourself giggling again. 

Seokjin lifted his head up. “Are you still laughing at me?” 

“No.” Your reply wasn’t very believable. 

“It could happen to anyone,” he explained, kissing down your chest and giving your nipple a surprise bite. Gentle of course, but it still made you squeal, his cock falling out of you as you jumped back. 

It was his turn to laugh, placing you down on the bed before he got up, removing the condom to dispose of it in the bathroom trashcan. 

When he returned, he found you where he’d left you, only now you were a lot comfier, spread out against the expensive sheets, not caring a damn now that your panties left little to the imagination. Seokjin liked what he saw, jumping up on the bed with a light growl to crawl over you and kiss you deeply. 

Coming up for air, you grinned up at him. “So? Still investing?”

“You betcha!” He was very enthusiastic, kissing you once more to seal the deal, a hand lifting your leg up slightly and pushing it to the side so he could feast his eyes down your body. His voice husky when he spoke again. “You’re so sexy.” 

You laughed, running your hand down his toned chest and winked. “Right back at you.” 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

First time: Seokjin’s POV 

kim seokjin x reader warnings; suggestive content  words; 783

Takes place during chapter v

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“L-let me freshen up.” 

It took Seokjin a moment to hear you, his body raging before his eyes refocused on where you stood in front of him. He wanted to tell you there was no need, you were perfect just the way you were, perfect in this moment, but he understood it was your choice, the decision yours. He nodded and forced himself to step back. “Ok.” 

The distance already killed him, his body missing your touch, and his hands missing the touch of yours. Patience, he reminded himself. You gave him a smile, lips glossy and swollen from all the kissing you’d been doing for the past fifteen minutes or so. Seokjin felt a fresh tug inside his body. He wanted to take you, right then and there. To pick you up and take you to his bed. He wanted to strip you, frenziedly, and then sink straight into your body. He wanted to mould you to his sheets, his mattress, and never let you go. But then you walked past him, an impatient dash to your step as you made your way to the bathroom. You wanted him desperately too, he thought to himself gleefully, so for that, he could wait a measly five minutes. 

He stood awkwardly where you’d left him for a few seconds before making movement. Only he’d forgotten something – the painfully hard erection trapped down his thigh. It stiffened his steps, made him feel heavy and constricted as he walked towards his bed, and unable to help it, dick burning and pulsing in need almost, he wrapped his palm around it, attempting to relieve some of the pressure. 

Fuck. You’d been grinding all over it downstairs. Rocking your hips against him, making his body burn up. You’d cupped him, gripped him, stroked him… Seokjin sat down on the edge of the mattress and groaned softly, head lolling back to take a few deep breaths. He needed to pace himself if he wanted this night to go well. It had been a very long time since he’d done this. He was out of practice, some might say, and if he was getting this excited from the memory of you touching his cock it was a bad sign. 

His mind wondered to what he wanted to do to you. He prided himself on his manners, his respectfulness. He was a gentleman, yet that didn’t mean he had no dirty thoughts. He had plenty about you, and they were at risk of increasing and overflowing any second now. He wanted to pleasure you beyond belief. Feel every inch of your body, kiss every inch, taste every inch. His hand found his erection again, squeezing it firmly, collecting himself. 

He needed a distraction. Just until you came back, because he would surely cum his pants from sheer anticipation at this rate. He looked around, spotting the pillar candles on his nightstands and remembered something. Shit, he was supposed to light them. Initially his plans had been to get everything ready before you entered his bedroom for the night, but they had become derailed after your little heart to heart when you’d climbed into his lap and kissed him like you never wanted to stop. No matter. He’d do it now, quickly standing to search for a box of matches in the top drawer. 

He sat in the same spot after he was done, adjusting his pants awkwardly, legs spread to avoid further discomfort as he waited as patiently as he could muster, eyes darting around the room in a bid to distract himself. He didn’t hear you leave the bathroom so it was a surprise to hear you call his name softly. 

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker as you stood against the doorframe in nothing but your lingerie. You looked absolutely beautiful. The soft baby blue colour, the delicate lace of each flower petal that hid the most intimate parts of your body, and then the rest sheer fabric that drove him wild instantly. Absolutely beautiful, yet sinful. His dick twitched in anticipation, but otherwise he was paralysed. 

“Hey,” you prompted shyly, waiting for him to say something. 

He forced himself to blink once and urged himself to swallow, throat dry. “Oh, shit,” was all he could utter. Language failing him cruelly but it seemed to be enough for you as you grinned his way, as pleased as punch. 

Slowly, his senses were coming back to him. Now he only had one duty. One thing that mattered most in this whole world. Adoring you. Worshiping you. Pleasuring you. It was that simple. 

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

Seokjin’s chapter ix 

kim seokjin x reader warnings; angst, this feels pretty heavy at certain points but gets lighter as you go on, there’s a therapy session included, and just a lot of introspection  words; 7,459

author’s note; this kind of ran away with me, wasn’t expecting it to be so long haha but I hope you enjoy! 

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After you left Seokjin immediately poured the rest of his whisky down the sink and rinsed his glass. His mind was whirring, head heavy and starting to throb. He swallowed two painkillers down with some water and took a deep breath. He felt like crying. It felt like everything was crumbling around him. All his recent happiness, all his progress, and now possibly it seemed, his relationship with you… 

He’d wanted nothing more than to beg you to stay, and he had to an extent, but he knew it wasn’t right. He closed his eyes, not quite believing you’d witnessed all that. You probably thought he was a monster. He hadn’t lost his temper quite like that in a while, not since before the divorce… Embarrassment washed over him, yet he couldn’t stop himself from still being mad at Nana. He knew what you said made sense. He knew he’d been out of line but Nana continuously goaded him. She’d done so throughout their marriage. But he was no saint, he knew how to provoke her too. It’s what they did best. 

He moved away from the sink and tried to quash his anger, instead thinking of you and how much he had hurt and upset you. He hadn’t meant for it to get that bad, and he knew deep down that the reason he was so angry was because he’d brought it all on himself. He caused the incident by keeping his relationship with you secret. It hadn’t been on purpose, he wasn’t being vindictive, if anyone would believe him. He just… He had been selfish. He didn’t want to ruin anything because he was finally really happy after god knows how long. It was stupid in hindsight, but what was done was done now. 

He reached for Arin’s mug of hot chocolate and fresh waves of guilt and emotion hit him. She didn’t deserve any of this. He needed to be there for her, to push his own troubles away and put on a brave face because none of this was her fault. She needed to know that. Thankfully, the drink hadn’t grown cold yet, and he finished it off with some cream and mini marshmallows. He took one last deep breath and made his way down the hallway. Moping was no good for him. That’s what Chaewon always said. 

Arin looked happy to see him, instantly reaching out to him as he took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close, kissing the top of her head. He immediately felt lighter with relief. His daughter had always been his magical cure, and even though a cuddle wouldn’t make everything in his life right again, it certainly helped, and was very much needed. She asked where you were at one point, and unsure what to say, and feeling like shit for lying, he quickly said you needed to be somewhere. Arin probably didn’t buy it, looking dubious as a result of today, bus she didn’t say anything, asking instead if they could watch a movie. 

She wasn’t very talkative, and he didn’t blame her. Neither was he. He spent most of Shrek the Third lost in his own thoughts. As his anger slowly drifted away, shame replaced it. He’d been absolutely awful today and even if some of the things he’d said to Nana came from a valid place of concern, most were shouted for no reason other than frustration and hatred on his part. He was ashamed of himself. 

After the movie finished, Arin complained she was feeling hungry, so he left her to pick a new movie while he found something to cook up for dinner. He caught sight of the bowl of salad and his heart sunk, remembering the picnic outside. There was no salvaging it now, everything had probably spoiled in the sun, and as he waited for Arin’s dinner to cook, he went outside with a garbage bag, throwing away all the food you’d painstakingly prepared. It felt like he was throwing your relationship in the trash. He didn’t eat with that thought in mind, managing one piece of toast before it turned on him. 

At around 6pm his phone started to ring, vibrating in his front pocket and giving him a shock. For a split second he prayed it was you, but he knew he was being foolish. You needed time and if he was being honest with himself, so did he. He needed to concentrate on Arin tonight, as much as he…loved…you, his daughter’s wellbeing was the most important thing. If he could just make sure Arin was okay, then tomorrow he could concentrate on you and him. 

Pulling out the device he saw it was Nana. He suddenly felt very, very sick but picked up with a cautious hello. He was almost 100% sure she wanted to speak with Arin, the only way she could seeing as Arin was too young to have a phone of her own, but he was still wary, not wanting a repeat of earlier. 

“I want to speak to my daughter.” There was anger to her tone, and he knew her well enough to understand she had her guard up right now. She’d left his place upset and emotional, and that was two of the things she hated people seeing. Especially him. She hated being vulnerable. 

Seokjin sighed weakly. “Nana, come on, don’t be like that.” He hesitated, wanting to say sorry for today but the word wouldn’t come. Despite the guilt setting in, he was still pretty angry and frustrated himself. 

“I want to speak with Arin,” she repeated. “Will you let me?”

“Of course I will,” he replied. What did she take him for? 

He turned to Arin, ready to tell her it was her mom on the phone, but she was already waiting, her ears probably catching Nana’s name a few seconds previous. He smiled gently at her and passed his cell phone over. He tried to concentrate on the television as they spoke, not wanting to eavesdrop. Arin was uncharacteristically quiet as she hummed along to whatever Nana was saying, the occasional okay and I know slipping from her lips as she curled a lock of hair around her finger over and over again, but he understood why. Today had been overwhelming for everyone involved but especially her. She hadn’t seen or heard them argue in a long time, both he and Nana careful to hide them from her as of late. Today had been an awful mistake and the now a stronger wave of guilt was eating him up. 

After a few minutes he heard Arin tell her mother she loved her and then she hung up, returning the phone to Seokjin. He stretched over and placed the device on the coffee table, turning back to his daughter apologetically.   “I’m sorry about today, Arin.” 

She immediately flung herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his sides to hug him tight. He squeezed her right back, running his fingers through her hair gently. “Daddy was really angry, I shouldn’t have shouted.” 

“Mommy shouted too,” she reminded him. “She was angry that I called Y/N my stepmom.” Hesitantly she looked up at him, her eyes wide with worry. “I didn’t know it was wrong.” 

Seokjin sighed gently, trying to see things from Nana’s point of view. “It’s not a wrong word. It’s just a word that hurt your mother’s feelings.”  Arin looked a little confused by that explanation, and suddenly Seokjin felt the urge to be as honest as he could with her. She was still young, yes, but she wasn’t stupid. Far from it actually. She deserved not to be kept in the dark. 

“She… she didn’t know that Y/N is my girlfriend.” 

“Why?”

“I was wrong and didn’t tell her.”

Arin stayed silent as she mulled his words over. After a few moments she simply said, “I didn’t know that.” 

Seokjin ran a hand down her back, choosing his next words carefully. “Will you tell me what happened today? How mommy found out?”

Arin wriggled away from him to get comfier, sitting back against the sofa again. Seokjin copied, lifting his arm up so she could cuddle up to him. “She asked if I had a new bracelet and I told her Y/N had bought it for me last weekend when I stayed with her.” 

Looking down at her wrist now, Seokjin saw no bracelet and he guessed Arin had taken it off in a bid not to hurt her mom even more. She was such a sweet child, always thinking of other people’s feelings. 

“Mommy asked who she was and I said she was my stepmom – only because Suzie told me that’s what she is. Suzie has one too and it was fun because then we both had stepmoms.” 

Seokjin nodded along in understanding. “It’s okay, it was only a misunderstanding. But to use that word it needs to be discussed first, okay?” 

It was Arin’s turn to nod and Seokjin continued carefully. He was well aware everything was up in the air now so it hurt hearing the words that came out of his own month. “Right now Y/N is just Y/N. Before we use that word we have to make sure she likes it, alright? And mommy too.” 

“I didn’t know.” 

“I know you didn’t,” he comforted, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t even too sure she knew what exactly the word meant. 

They both stayed silent for a little while before Arin spoke again. “You and mommy haven’t argued for a long time until today…because I said that word…”

“Hey,” Seokjin exclaimed softly wanting her to look his way. “We didn’t argue because of you. None of this is your fault, okay? It’s my fault and I’m really sorry.” 

She gave him a small smile and patted his head. “It’s okay, daddy. I still love you.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. He could always count on his daughter to cheer him up. “Thank you, Arin.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you too. Very much.” 

The new week started off badly. He had been foolish to think Mondays were something of a fresh start, foolish to think calling you first thing in the morning was a good idea, and as you told him you needed some space and that you’d call him once the week was over he couldn’t help but think the worst. You’d insisted that you weren’t mad at him, and you had no reason to lie to him, but there was no doubt you were upset… overwhelmed. That morning he’d woken up even more ashamed of the way he’d acted the day before, wincing as he remembered the way he’d lost his temper. He’d sworn that he would never let that side of himself appear ever again, but it was easier said than done. Nana had struck a nerve with the way she had spoken to you and it had been impossible to keep his cool. 

He felt deeply ashamed when he thought about how confused you must have felt watching he and his ex-wife hurl abuse at each other. Deeply ashamed when he thought about the way you’d found out things he had never told you… You were hurt he’d never let you know what triggered his divorce, and he understood why completely. It wasn’t like it hadn’t crossed his mind to share such a personal detail with you, it had, of course it had, he just couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Your experience with infidelity was the complete opposite of his. You had your heart torn to pieces by your ex-fiancé and he had his ego bruised… His marriage with Nana had already been completely over, he just didn’t have the guts to get out. She was correct, he was a coward through and through. 

But most of all he was deeply ashamed of his behaviour entirely. He had never meant to compare the both of you. He had never meant to use you to hurt Nana. It was extremely petty, such a low blow, and he didn’t know where it had come from. Rage had washed over him and he’d spat words that he couldn’t take back. It was the worst thing he’d ever done in his entire life, and despite the grievances he had with Nana, he regretted those words deeply. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her like that. It was shameful, and he felt horrendous for hurting both women with his foolish behaviour. 

Was there a happy ending after this? If Nana didn’t already hate him, she did now, and you were probably not too far behind. You’d seen him at his most poisonous, heard him use you to prove a point, found out things he’d kept from you, and learned he’d kept you a secret from his ex-wife. How embarrassed you must have felt… How confused… He’d made so many mistakes along the way, it was a wonder they hadn’t caught up with him sooner… 

He wouldn’t be able to bear it if you wound up hating him. Not when he loved you so much. He hadn’t even had a chance to confess yet, coming so close to it Saturday night but backing out because he was scared it was too soon. He’d made the decision there and then to tell you once he took you to Paris, getting swept away with the idea and the romance of it all, but now the regret for not professing his love that night was like a lead weight inside his chest. Would it have changed anything? Would yesterday have had a different outcome? 

And while he was regretting things, he regretted not letting Nana know about the relationship. Yesterday could have been avoided completely – maybe. 

The more he thought, the worse it got and by Tuesday he could feel himself spiralling. He knew the feeling all too well. Soobin had already worked out something was the matter. (His lack of morning shave a dead giveaway.) And that meant he was doing a terrible job at hiding his mood. He couldn’t have Arin sensing the same. She obviously hadn’t forgotten about the weekend and wouldn’t anytime soon, but he couldn’t make it worse for her. He needed to be there for her, as her father, not too busy distracted with his own misery. It was selfish. 

But he couldn’t suppress it all. He knew that was unhealthy. So, Tuesday night, once Arin was tucked up in bed sound asleep, he called the one person his former happiness had been neglecting for months now… 

“Seokjin,” Chaewon greeted, her warm voice laced with surprise. “Long time no speak.” 

He felt guilt immediately wash over him. “Yeah… I’m sorry about that.” It was stupid really, she wasn’t taking it personally, he could guarantee that, but nevertheless it was an emotion he was all too familiar with these days. 

Chaewon chuckled. “Don’t apologise for being happy and not needing me.” 

His heart twisted. 

She sensed his trouble. “Jin?”

He hesitated, looking down at the bottle of whisky sat at his desk. He was in his home office. “Something happened.” 

There was silence as his therapist processed his vague words before she pressed him gently, “Oh?” 

He took a breath. “Are you free to talk?” 

“Yes, of course.” 

“I’m sorry for calling you out of hours.” He apologised. “Don’t feel bad about billing me for this. I’ll even pay double.” 

“Seokjin, don’t be silly,” she told him softly.  “Let’s name this a friendship call. Now, what’s wrong?” She sensed the last bit of reluctance he was holding onto. “Come on, you can tell me anything.” 

He sighed. “I don’t know where to start.” 

“How about from the beginning?”

They spoke for an hour in the end, Chaewon listening attentively as he explained the weekend’s events. He left nothing out, or least what he could remember. He made no attempt to hide his wrongdoings or soften the story. He didn’t want to. He knew he had done wrong. She was sympathetic, but she didn’t mince her words when it came to her disappoint in him. 

After the argument he and Nana had gotten into just before Arin had moved in with him, he had worked hard with Chaewon to find a way to curb the anger he often felt when he and his ex-wife communicated. He thought he had been successful, but now he realised all he’d done was find ways to avoid it. He barely spoke to Nana unless he had to, a hello barely exchanged when she called in the evenings to speak to their daughter. A text shared to confirm when Arin would get picked up for the weekend, or one shared to cancel visits… He saw her even less. Jia, Nana’s PA and closest friend was the one who collected their daughter, and he knew it was because his ex-wife wanted to avoid him just as much. 

In the long term they had just been making things worse. That’s why last Sunday had been so bad. A build-up of every single frustration felt since the last time they’d seen one another, because no doubt Nana had her own list. It was a recipe for disaster. 

It felt good to confide in someone though, someone who knew him very well on a professional and personal level. Chaewon was amazing at putting him in his place so kindly. It was a gift really, and he appreciated it immensely. The older woman saw his negative traits but never judged him. She understood them and tried her best to help him with them. He guessed that was her job, but she did it so well it was hard not to see her as some sort of friend. 

That’s why when she asked to see him in person tomorrow he didn’t hesitate to free up his schedule. Truth was, he wanted it too. His mind was still clouded and he needed her insight. Her advice. He wanted a good night sleep too but he didn’t think that would be possible any time soon, no matter how much Chaewon tried to help him. Not when his sheets continued to smell like you…   

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“It’s about time you both let go of the past.” 

Seokjin let Chaewon’s words sink in as he sat opposite her, nervously chewing on a nail. It wasn’t a habit of his, but it was somewhat of a distraction right now. A comfort. They should have let go of the past a long time ago. Maybe then they would have divorced sooner. Maybe then there would be less resentment…. 

“Arin is the one thing you have in common and you need to work together in order to be the best possible parents you can.” 

That cut his heart deep, a twinge similar to what he’d felt all week. Ever since you left. “I know,” he replied quietly. “It’s just…”

He couldn’t continue. Despite how he’d insinuated Nana was a bad mother, he didn’t think that deep down. They both loved their daughter equally, but that love was separate. It had been separate practically since she was born. Arin was missing their combined love, although she knew no different… 

“You need to let go of all that bitterness and resentment.” Chaewon continued. Words she had said fairly regularly for the last two years or so. “For your sake, for Arin’s…” But now there was a new addition. “…and Y/N’s.” 

Seokjin snorted. “Who said I haven’t scared her away already?”

Chaewon stare turned a little stern. “It was a shock to the system, anyone would need some time to process what happened.” When he stayed silent, she continued. “You have to make her see you’re trying your best to change things. You need to take responsibility for your actions.” 

“I will.” 

He wanted nothing more than to apologise profusely and answer any questions you had, but you’d requested time first and he was listening. He was just scared that time would work against him. He continued on, ignoring his deepest, darkest worry. 

“It’s not fair on her. She should never have witnessed all that, and it just drums in how unfair this has been to Arin her whole life.” Arin had been the witness to many an argument when he and Nana were still married. “I hurt the people closet to me because of my careless actions,” he concluded with a sad smile. Time after time. 

“And it’s not too late to change that,” Chaewon reminded. “Put a stop to all this nonsense.” 

Seokjin’s smile grew for a millisecond, feeling like a child getting told off. 

“Your marriage with Nana didn’t work out, that’s life. But you have a beautiful little girl together. That’s the most important thing, and it goes hand in hand with your own happiness.” She paused and then continued. “It’s very obvious that Y/N brings a great deal of that to the table.”

Yes, you did make him deliriously happy. He felt young again when he was with you. He felt invincible. Loved. He felt loved. 

“Concentrate on both of them – Arin and Y/N – and make some changes. Talk to Nana – civilly. Make this work and you can all be happy. I promise you that.” 

He had never heard Chaewon like this before, she was practically pleading with him. He let out a little laugh. “You make it sound so simple.” 

She simply smiled at him. “If you’re determined enough, it is.” 

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“Mom wants to talk to you.” 

Seokjin looked at his phone outstretched in Arin’s hand with slight confusion. For the past four nights, ever since Sunday, Nana had spoken with Arin just before she had to get ready for bed. It was routine now, another avoidance, he exchanged a hello with her and then passed the phone on. Her tone less defensive as the days went on. Tonight had been the same despite his session with Chaewon this lunchtime. But to his surprise, maybe Nana was making the first move. 

He took the phone from Arin with a smile, not wanting to make her nervous. Usually he left her alone to speak to her mother, not wanting to pry or insert himself but tonight he was sat next to her on the sofa, replying to emails on his laptop. He hadn’t been listening at all, too engrossed with finalising details for an upcoming project, so of course it had come as a shock to find Arin passing the phone to him. 

“Hello?”

“I was just wondering if I could have Arin this weekend.” Nana totally bypassed a greeting of any kind, but she wasn’t demanding in her tone, nor defensive, it was just the way she was. She’d always been straight to the point, no time for pleasantries, and many years ago, when they’d first met, he’d found it highly amusing. 

“Um, of course,” he replied, taken back a little. He would be more than happy for her to have Arin. It wasn’t her weekend, but that had never bothered him before. He wanted Arin to see her as much as possible. It was only fair seeing as their daughter now lived with him. 

There was a brief silence before Nana spoke again. Had she been expecting him to say no? Surely not. But then again, after last weekend maybe her worries were valid. She found her bearings. “What time does she finish school? I’m taking Friday out, I’ll drive down and collect her.” 

Seokjin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Nana had not once collected Arin herself. “She finishes at 3.”

Nana hesitated, “Do you think they’d let her finish early?” 

“I don’t know… It’s usually only emergencies –”

“Never mind,” she stopped him. “There was just a bunch of things I’d planned, thought we could get a head start, it’s fine.” 

He glanced over at Arin who was watching him hopefully. It was obvious what their phone call had entailed. They’d been making plans for the weekend and Arin was visibly excited. He smiled at her. 

“I could always phone the school tomorrow,” he suggested to Nana. “See if it’s possible. Maybe she could skip the whole day?” 

Nana sounded ecstatic. Something he hadn’t heard in years. “Really? Do you think there’s a chance they’d say yes?”

He shrugged to himself. “It’s just one day, I don’t see why not.” 

Nana was busy thinking. “Maybe I could take tomorrow afternoon away from the office too… Pick her up at 3.” 

It was his turn to hesitate now, opening his mouth ready to suggest something. He knew he owed his ex-wife an apology, but over the phone just wouldn’t do. He needed to see her. He went for it. “Or I could do it for you? I can drive her to you.” 

“You would do that?” She sounded shocked. 

“If she’s allowed to miss a day then yes.” 

“Oh.” It wasn’t often Nana was left speechless. “Okay,” she agreed after a moment. “That would be great actually.” 

His attention went back to Arin then, who was practically vibrating with excitement next to him. His replies hadn’t given away much, but it was enough to tell her she’d be seeing her mother this weekend – and possibly skipping a day of school. He grinned at her and she clung to his arm. 

“Can I say bye to mom?” 

“In a minute, Arin,” he chuckled, amused by her eagerness. “We’re not done yet.” His next sentence was directed at Nana. “I’ll text you tomorrow morning and let you know what the principal said.” 

For the first time in god knows how long there was no malice or sarcasm attached to her gratitude. “Thank you, Seokjin.” 

He took it as a positive sign. Things were changing. They would change. 

The next day he dropped Arin off at school himself. The plan had been to head to reception and ask if he could talk with Principal Jung in person, but after saying his goodbyes and watching Arin meet up with some friends in the playground he began to get second thoughts. What if he accidentally bumped into you? He was on pins even in the parking lot. He wanted to give you all the space necessary and the last thing you probably wanted to see was him walking towards you in the corridor. At work. 

No, instead he drove to his office, phoning the principal as soon as he’d finished up his morning meeting. Hoseok – as he’d been told to call him – was completely understanding. Seokjin didn’t even have to whip out the sob story about Arin missing her mom dearly. Dirty tactics were always the last resort, and he could talk a good game, but thankfully his skill wasn’t needed today. Arin was all set to go this evening. 

The drive wasn’t a long one thankfully, just under an hour as Nana lived in the neighbouring city. This wasn’t the first time he’d been to Nana’s penthouse, the place she’d bought after they’d sold their family home, but the last time had been pretty explosive. Not nearly as bad as last weekend, but close. Arin had thankfully been waiting in the car for him that time, as he and her mother argued over where she should live permanently.  

Seokjin stood beside Arin in the elevator, feeling nervous for the conversation he wanted to have. He was never above apologising when he was in the wrong, but with his ex-wife saying sorry had never come easily. It was childish and he knew he needed to change, so today was the perfect test. If he wanted a clean slate he had to be as honest as possible. 

“Mommyyy,” Arin squealed as she opened the door to greet them, barrelling into her practically. 

Seokjin stood back as they hugged, a soft smile on his face. 

“Arin, I missed you,” Nana informed her, breaking away to take her bag. As she did so, she glanced at Seokjin, then back at their daughter. “Listen, darling, go to your room for a little while so I can speak to daddy.” 

Seokjin felt a little relieved. At least they were on the same page – potentially. 

Arin though, was unsure, looking between her parents as she spoke. “I don’t want to. What if you argue again?”

He felt his heart break at her words. “We won’t, sweetie,” he reassured, bending down to look her in the eyes. “I promise.” 

She still looked dubious, but then Nana took over, her voice light and breezy.  “We won’t be long, okay? Think about what pizza you want to order for dinner.” 

Arin’s eyes lit up at that request and Seokjin couldn’t help but chuckle. That pizza obsession of hers was getting dangerous. “Okay,” she agreed easily, waving to him before she skipped off to the furthest part of the apartment. 

Seokjin watched her leave before rising up again, tugging down the ends of his jacket. Nana was looking at him, an unreadable expression on her face, but he knew it wasn’t anger she was feeling, so that was a plus. He thought back to Sunday, how mad they had both been, how upset Nana had looked as she’d rushed off. The guilt came back. 

He exhaled. He might as well just bite the bullet. “I’m sorry for calling you a terrible mother. I didn’t mean it.” 

Nana stayed silent but her arms wrapped around herself. It was such a vulnerable action, it took him by surprise. 

He continued. “I was just frustrated. I let things build up and exploded.” 

She stared him straight in the eyes, shoulders sagging a little but her voice was strong. “You know I love our daughter half to death.”

“I do,” he agreed. “I don’t doubt that.” 

She look relieved. It made him feel oddly sad. He had never wanted to make her doubt herself as a mother. He was a piece of shit. 

Still, she needed to understand some things. His point of view and where he was coming from. His frustrations weren’t all for nothing. They were valid. “But you have to understand I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces when you end up cancelling on her. It takes its toll.” 

Nana’s gaze flickered to the floor as she whispered. “I’m trying to be better.” Then she looked up again, her voice stronger. “I’m trying to free my weekends up. I’m trying not to do as much. I thought maybe I could even have her for an evening every weekday? I could pick her up from school, take her out for dinner. I know it’s a distance but maybe I could get every Wednesday afternoon away from work... Hopefully.” 

Seokjin was impressed. Nana lived and breathed work so to hear she was thinking about possibly taking an afternoon away every week was… It made him very happy. “She’d love that,” he grinned genuinely. “She misses you a lot.” 

Nana couldn’t help but smile too. “I miss her always.” With a slight chuckle she continued, “This apartment is so quiet without her.”

Seokjin looked down at his feet and grimaced slightly. He knew that feeling all too well. Living without Arin had been close to torture after the divorce. Everything felt so silent, the house gigantic and lonely. He hated the thought of Nana feeling the same way. “You can see her any time, Nana,” he murmured. “I’ll never try to stop you.” 

Despite everything, their grievances toward one another, they had and would always co-parent well. Arin was their number one priority and she needed both parents in her life. 

“I know that,” Nana nodded, “and I’d never try to take her from you.” 

It didn’t bear to think about, but he had to admit, sometimes it was easy for irrational thoughts to creep in when someone was left feeling insecure. 

“She loves living with you. She’s really settled at her new school, she never stops talking about her friends.” Nana continued, making small talk of sorts. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d done this. “She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.” 

Seokjin nodded in agreement. She loved her new school, her new friends – her new life, you could say. That was easy to see. 

Nana cleared her throat, dropping her arms to her sides. “I apologise too. I was out of line turning up at your door like that. I was just so mad... so hurt.” She took a few seconds. “I wish you’d just told me.” 

“I should have.” She was absolutely right. “I see that now and I regret it. It was wrong of me to keep my new relationship from you. I wasn’t doing it to be vindictive. I just...” he stopped himself. Even though they weren’t excuses, they felt like they were. His reasons didn’t matter.

“You should have been the first to know because of Arin. If I was in your shoes, if it was the other way around, I would have been angry too.” He stopped and sighed at his stupidity. “I never meant to hurt you, neither did Y/N. She actually had no clue you didn’t know until that day.” 

Nana’s eyes widened with shock, before she looked regretful. “Yeah, that one makes me feel even guiltier. I shouldn’t have spoken to her the way I did. It was a shock to hear Arin speaking about a stranger like that. A stranger I had no clue existed.” 

Seokjin appreciated her apology, but he needed to make sure she understood something. “Yeah, about that, Arin really has never called Y/N her stepmom. We’ve only been together for a few months. I spoke to her about it and Arin understands that’s not the case. It was just kids being kids.” 

Nana nodded. “I shouldn’t have flown off the handle, and I should have listened to your explanation the first time around.” 

He held her gaze. “I’m not trying to replace you, Nana.” 

If that’s what she was worried about, it wasn’t the case. He had never meant to compare the two women and he regretted it deeply. 

Nana’s lips quirked up at the side, her voice relaxed and at ease. “But eventually Arin will call her that.” 

His eyebrows shot up, understanding what she was getting at. “I don’t know,” he shook his head. His relationship with you was up in the air right now. He’d made one too many mistakes. 

Nana brushed him off with sway of her hand. “I guess I’ll learn to deal with it when the time comes.” 

He admitted defeat. “And I’ll have to do the same.” 

It was inevitable really. One day Arin would probably have two blended families and while he really wanted his to be with you, he didn’t want to get his hopes up right now. 

Nana snorted. “Fat chance of that happening. I don’t have time to fall in love again.” 

He stayed silent, unsure what to say. He’d thought the same once upon a time. Until you walked straight into his life. (Or, more fittingly, until he’d reversed straight into yours.) Everyone deserved love in their life and he hoped that one day his ex-wife would find it again. 

She was looking over at him sadly now, eyes softening, and it was almost jarring to see her show this much emotion in front of him. “I did love you, you know,” she murmured before laughing quietly at herself. “I felt like I never told you enough, but in the beginning it was good, right?” 

“It was.” Seokjin hated getting nostalgic, in fact, he actively avoided it, but in this moment he let himself go. Ten years ago, he and Nana had fallen hard for one another. It was fast and exhilarating but – “We just…” 

“Rushed into things that weren’t meant to be?” She finished for him. 

He’d been so eager to marry before he was thirty, to follow in his parents’ footsteps. He wanted, no, needed, to become CEO.  He needed to build something he could be proud of, and having a family fit into that logic. He’d had tunnel vision, but it wasn’t all bad. 

“I can’t regret it though,” he told Nana softly, “because we made Arin.” 

“At least we agree on one thing,” she chuckled. 

“Yeah,” he smiled. 

It was strange speaking like this with one another. He couldn’t even think of the last time something similar had happened. They were always too busy at one another’s throats, not listening to what the other had to say. Now all that fight had gone. They were both exhausted from years of bitterness. Years of fighting. 

He didn’t want to fight anymore. 

Nana seemed to think the same. 

“I’m ashamed she had to hear us fight like that,” she said. “I apologised on the phone but…” 

“She’s okay.” He reassured. “I think she still thinks it’s her fault a little though. I’ve tried telling her it wasn’t repeatedly.” 

“I’ll talk to her over dinner.” 

“Good idea.” 

There was a pregnant pause before Nana chuckled. “This is the first time we’ve spoken so civilly in a long time.” She hesitated, wanting to say something else. He waited patiently, curious. “Maybe we should think about talking it out with a professional?” 

He raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t a bad idea actually, but then… thing seemed to be working out well on their own right now. “Maybe we should see how things go first? Now that we know how one another feels.” They weren’t out of the dark yet, but it was looking hopeful. “But if you think it will help then I won’t refuse,” he added, wanting to show how seriously he was taking this. 

She smiled slightly. “Okay, we’ll see how things go.” 

It seemed like the conversation had run its course then, and Seokjin shuffled, about to suggest he head out now, but Nana spoke again. “Are you okay?” She asked. “No offence, but you look like shit.” 

He laughed, actually laughed, at her words. He could always count on her to be honest with him. “I haven’t been sleeping very well,” he admitted, “but talking with you definitely helped.” 

She eyed him doubtfully. “I hope I haven’t ruined things with you and Y/N. I can talk with her if you want?” 

“No, it’s fine,” he shook his hand. 

She looked down, feeling foolish. “I guess I did enough damage.” 

He chuckled. “No, pretty sure I did that all on my own.” 

Looking up, her mouth opened, as if she was about to ask him what he meant but stopped herself at the last second. She wasn’t there yet, and neither was he. 

He took a step back. “I should go.”

Nana went to follow him to the door. “I’ll have her back by Sunday. Do you want to say goodbye?” She saw his nod and called for their daughter, her voice echoing off the walls. “Arin? Arin, darling, come here and say bye to your dad.” 

A few seconds later he heard Arin’s footsteps getting closer, she hovered by the entryway, looking worried for a second, as if she was expecting the worst but then she saw her parents smiling faces and relaxed instantly. 

“I’ll see you Sunday, okay?” Seokjin told her as she made her way towards him. He reached to pick her up, something she scolded him over sometimes because it was “embarrassing” now. She was getting older, he kept forgetting, because to him she would always be his little girl. This time however, she let him do so, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek. 

“Okay, bye daddy. Love you.” 

“Love you, too,” he grinned, kissing her back before he put her down.

Nana watched on with a grin of her own. 

Being home alone was odd. Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on his own. In the week Misook was here to help out with Arin and the housework, then every other weekend she often dropped in when he needed her. When the house wasn’t occupied by his daughter or Misook, you were here with him, so it had been quite a while since it was just him. It reminded him of the past, when he’d lived here all alone. He never wanted to go back to that. 

He was happy to see Friday roll around. It felt like he’d been waiting all his life. Just one more day and he’d get to speak to you. The lack of communication was killing him. Ever since you’d began dating you’d spoken every day. It felt strange to be without that, like he was missing a part of himself. He’d been able to distract himself with work throughout the week, but no amount of distractions could really stop him from thinking about you. Stop him from missing you. Because he did. Terribly. 

The photo on his desk didn’t help matters either – the two of you smiling together on the fishing trip he’d organised over the summer – but like hell was he hiding it away in a drawer. 

It was probably best that Arin was with Nana this weekend. It gave you both some time to talk and sort things out – hopefully. He was praying so hard that everything would be okay, but he was getting ready to fight for you. Just in case. Of course he would listen to what you had to say, and respect it too, but if it happened to be bad news he would try his best to make you see how sorry he was and how hard he was trying to change. He couldn’t lose you. Not when he loved you so much.

You made him want to be a better man. 

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He got home pretty late from the office, staying just to avoid an empty house and after having a quick shower and ordering takeout, he decided on an early night. This week had been mentally and emotionally draining so it was probably for the best. Plus the sooner he slept the sooner tomorrow would come. 

He’d just stepped out of the bathroom when he heard his phone ring in his sweatpants pocket. He pulled the device out automatically, expecting it to be Namjoon, because who else would be calling at this time? But to his surprise and utter amazement, he saw your name flashing across his screen. 

His heart began to pound embarrassingly loud and he rushed to answer, sounding a little breathless as he murmured your name.

“Hey, you,” your replied, and he swore he could hear the smile in your voice. His shoulders instantly released the tension he hadn’t realised they’d been holding. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to call tonight.” He heard himself say, cursing himself because it sounded so dumb. He was over the moon you’d decided to call. Of course he was. 

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” 

“Of course not,” he rushed. “Well,” he laughed, “I was just about to head to bed.” 

You laughed along softly, the sound making his heart sing. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but Soojung is with Taehyung tonight and being alone means I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

He couldn’t stop the sigh of relief that slipped past his lips. It was so good to hear you say that. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week. Are you ready to talk? I’m willing to answer any questions you have.” He meant every word. 

“I’m ready,” you replied. “Should I come over? I don’t want to do this over the phone.” 

“I can come to you?” He suggested instead, not wanting you to go out of your way for him. “Arin’s with Nana until Sunday.” 

“Oh. Okay. Now?” 

“It’s not too late?” 

“No, it’s fine.” You sounded a little eager and that just made even more relieved. He’d been expecting the worst all along. “I really want to see you.” 

He smiled, happiness overwhelming him. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Really soon.” As he spoke he made his way into the closet, opening up his drawers to find a clean t-shirt. 

“Don’t speed,” you told him jokingly.  

“Of course I won’t,” he laughed. “I’m going to hang up now but I won’t be long.” 

“Okay, see you soon, Seokjin.” 

He couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he said his final goodbye, his heart racing with excitement as he tore off his old shirt to put the new one on. It was a little creased, but it would do. He didn’t have time to find anything else. 

He needed to see you. 

He needed to be with you. 

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

First date: Seokjin’s POV

kim seokjin x reader warnings; none! words; 2,196 words

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Seokjin felt like a drink. It was nine o’clock in the morning, so absolutely out of the question, but it didn’t stop him from craving it. Whiskey. Definitely whiskey. Nana’s PA had just been to pick up Arin for the weekend – Thank God. Finally she would be able to spend time with her mom after a month, which he was over the moon about, and selfishly, that meant his date with you could go ahead. Even if he was so nervous he could throw up. 

Work had been a great distraction for the past two days but once he’d woken up this morning the realisation had dawned on him. He was going on a date tonight. His first in a decade. He still couldn’t believe he’d actually gone through with it and asked you to dinner. He’d faced his fears, possibly made a fool of himself and shared too much about his personal life in the process, but you hadn’t seemed to mind at all. You were so easy to talk to, it was refreshing. He’d felt brave for the first time in months – years.   But it still didn’t stop him from being on pins as soon as he’d opened his eyes this morning. 

He’d showered early, just after Arin had woken up and then he’d helped her get ready for the day too, allowing her to eat her breakfast in front of the television as he tried to swallow down his bowl of porridge too. It tasted like cardboard – but then again, it might have been his cooking. Misook usually made the food around her, when he wasn’t dining out or ordering take out of course. 

Arin had noticed his strange mood straight away. Obviously. 

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you this morning?” She’d asked, looking over at him warily before hesitating. “I am spending the weekend with mom, right?”

“Of course you are, sweetie” he’d rushed, shaking away the  surge of anger he’d felt. It pained him to know she was always expecting the worst lately. “Your mom just text me to say Jia is on her way.” 

She’d smiled then, her face lighting up and he couldn’t help but match it, his nerves disappearing for a while. That was until he was left all alone, the house now empty and silent. He eyed the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter (where he’d left it after his small nightcap last night) and shook his head. He should drop you a text, just to check in and see if you were still on for tonight. He needed to find out what time to pick you up anyway. He probably should have messaged you the day before, he panicked suddenly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled his phone from his sweatpants pocket. Oh well, there was no time for regrets, that’s what his father always said. 

It took him at least ten minutes to figure out what to say. His first draft sounded too cheerful, too false, he was trying way too hard and had added an examination point. His second was too formal, fifteen years of sending business emails back and forth obvious. He settled on something in the middle – he hoped.  

Unknown (9:32am)  Hi Y/N,  It’s Kim Seokjin, Arin’s father. Just wondering if you still want to have dinner tonight? If so, please let me know and I will send through the restaurant details. We can decide on a time for me to pick you up.  Regards, Seokjin 

Only, reading it back after he hit send he began to second guess himself. Of course you knew who he was, his confidence might be lacking a little right now but he knew he wasn’t totally forgettable. What an idiot. Not that he could do much, there was no turning back. He’d committed. 

He busied himself with a bit of Saturday morning cleaning while he waited for your reply, and by that he meant straightening up the pillows he and Arin had been sitting against earlier. When he returned to the kitchen, your message was waiting for him. 

You (9:43am)  Of course, send the details. I trust your taste! 

See, exclamation points suited you. It was cute. He could just imagine you saying it in person, your dazzling smile, maybe that little giggle you’d made a few times on Wednesday. He felt something warm in his chest as he got lost in his thoughts, nerves easing once again. You were excited for tonight, he told himself.   Maybe you were even just as nervous as him possibly… 

He spent yet another few minutes composing his reply. A lot more casual this time, signing off with just his name. He didn’t always text like this, Namjoon could vouch for him, but he didn’t think you were both quite there yet. He wanted to show his best self after all. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to make you like him as much as he liked you. 

Seokjin (9:50am)  The sudden pressure… The restaurant’s name is KIM. I hope you like it. Is 7 alright to pick you up? I made reservations for 7:30.  Seokjin 

In truth, this restaurant was one he co-owned with his brother. Seokchul was the executive chef and they were both very proud of how successful their business venture had become. He knew taking you to such a place might seem like a cop-out – or worse, a brag – but that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to treat you in a place that meant a lot to him. He could have chosen multiple restaurants, he was a regular at quite a few and could easily get a great table, but see, that did seem like he was showing off and he did not want to give you that impression at all. It was the complete opposite of his personality. KIM was a good choice, he was sure of it, and it helped that his brother didn’t work weekends, so there was no risk of bumping into him. Although, he had let him know about the date (and had begged him not to spill to their mother). 

You (9:52am)  I will. 7 sounds perfect. I’ll send through my address. See you later! 

You followed up with a Google Maps link to your home, and he sent a quick thank you – sans his name this time. With a quick sigh he pocketed his phone again, it was time to get on with his day. He had some paperwork from yesterday to complete by Monday morning so he should probably make a start. He stopped to order a light lunch at midday, ate it as he scrolled through his very limited social media before getting back to it. 

He called it a day around 3pm, a call from his mom interrupting his flow. He spent an hour talking, their weekend phone calls were habitual by now and he enjoyed them immensely.  He loved his father of course, but their conversations mostly revolved around work. Despite stepping down as CEO three years ago, he was still a vital member of the company, and Seokjin continued to consult him at every opportunity and lean on him for support when things got stressful. With his mom, she was the woman he could still be a kid around. They could talk about anything and everything, but for her own benefit he left out his plans for tonight. He knew what she was like, she’d get way too excited and overwhelmed and before long she’d be sobbing down the line while simultaneously asking to meet you. She’d been wanting him to meet someone new for so long, much like Mrs. Shin. It was a surprise the two women weren’t conspiring behind his back. 

No, he’d keep it a secret for now. If things went well tonight, then possibly his mother would get to find out. He wasn’t getting his hopes up though – or at least he was trying not to. 

It was just after four when he got off the phone, too early to start getting ready just yet, so he sat in front of the television and tried to concentrate on a series he’d recently started. (It wasn’t going well. He was on about one episode a week out of a nine season TV show.) It was no use though, the nerves were rearing their ugly head again. 

He decided to choose his outfit. Seokjin wasn’t much of a thinker when it came to fashion, he just grabbed whatever he saw first that morning, but tonight he wanted to at least put some effort in. After much deliberation he decided on a navy two piece paired with a white dress shirt. It wasn’t over the top, he thought, but nice enough to make that impression that was so very important to him. He kept his hair simple. He’d managed to squeeze in a haircut yesterday so it made things easier, but upon closer inspection in the mirror he noticed those pesky grey hairs of his glittering in the sunlight. He grimaced, worried now. He didn’t know your exact age yet, but it was obvious he was a few years older than you. He was no spring chicken, especially with those wrinkles around his eyes. He had been called handsome all his life, no stranger to it, but right now he was dubious. 

He pushed his trivial concerns away and concentrated on the next decision. What car he would take. He didn’t want to go too flash – again with the showing off thing – so the Aston Martin was definitely off the cards. He hadn’t actually driven that one much, going through some sort of so-called midlife crisis when he’d bought it straight after his divorce, so he made a mental note to take it out next weekend. He decided on the Mercedes convertible (roof on, of course). It seemed like a suitable choice, not too flashy at all really. He didn’t want to run the risk of putting you off him or overwhelming you with showy displays. He was well aware of the differences between your lifestyles, not that he cared at all, but it didn’t stop him from understanding. The things that seemed slight to him could very well be enormous for you. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape or form. 

Shit, on second thoughts maybe his restaurant was a bad idea… 

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Seokjin was always punctual, he prided himself on it, but tonight it made him nervous. He’d said 7 but it had only just gone quarter to. He couldn’t very well stay in the car for fifteen minutes, you’d spot him out the window, so ever so slowly he opened his car door and stepped out, his heart thudding against his ribcage. He was sure he noticed his hand shaking as he closed it behind him. He was such a mess it was embarrassing. 

You lived in a nice little neighbourhood, it seemed quiet, and he admired your pots of flowers in the patch of garden you had as he made his way up the path that led to your front door. He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, adjusting his suit jacket as he waited for you to open up. It’s fine, Seokjin, he told himself. It’s just dinner. You’ve done much scarier things in your life. Pull yourself together, man. 

A few seconds later the door opened in front of him and you came into view, looking as beautiful as ever. I’m fucked, he thought immediately. 

“Hi,“ he forced himself to say as he smiled. He was probably staring but he couldn’t help himself. You looked stunning, your dress deep red in colour and incredibly flattering. His throat felt dry and he swallowed quickly. 

“Hey,” you greeted back. 

“You look beautiful,“ he couldn’t help but awe, hoping he wasn’t stepping out of line with his compliment. 

"Thank you,” you smiled almost shyly. It was adorable. “You look…really good.“ 

He couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that, aware the sound was probably highly unfaltering, but he couldn’t help it. "I’ll take it. Thanks.” He tilted his head to the right then, composing himself. “Are you ready to go? I’m a bit early, I know. Sorry about that." 

He really couldn’t tear himself away from your beauty, but luckily you didn’t seem to notice, busy nodding as you clutched your purse to your side. "I, uh… I would invite you in to kill time but my best friend’s embarrassing.” Your voice raised as you continued, your head turning slightly down the hallway. 

He raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but he guessed said best friend was in the house somewhere? He smiled and shook his head. “It’s fine.” 

As you stepped forward, a breath of a chuckle slipping from your throat, he moved to the side, outstretching his arm to let you lead the way. You accepted with a brief nod of your head, your gazes catching for a split second. God, you were gorgeous. 

His nerves might have eased a tad, but his heart was still beating just as fast – if not more.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

A nighttime conversation between Seokjin and Arin  

kim seokjin x reader warnings; cuteness overload! words; 758

Takes place during chapter iv 

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“Did you have fun today?” Seokjin asked Arin as he finished tucking her tightly (her personal choice) into bed. 

She’d had a busy day, it was a wonder she was still awake actually. In fact, she’d had a second surge of energy just before bath, time, which made washing her hair extremely difficult. He had not wanted a repeat of that time he’d accidentally gotten soap in her eyes, even though ever since then he’d been always sure to purchase child friendly shampoo in bulk. It was near to 9pm now but his daughter was still pretty buzzed. 

“Yesss!” She squealed, grinning widely. “It was so fun.” 

Seokjin chuckled, fond as anything as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He’d been promising to take her roller-blading again for a while now, it had been a long time since the last. 

“I liked hanging out with Miss. Y/L/N,” Arin added, smile still on her face as she decided she wanted her arms out from under the covers, wriggling about like a wriggly worm. 

Seokjin instantly went to help her, pulling her arms out before tucking her in again. “Arin, remember what she said, you can call her Y/N now.” 

He was over the moon that both you and she had enjoyed yourselves today. He had been afraid maybe it was too soon at first, not wanting to feel like he was pushing you to hang out with he and Arin but you’d been just as enthusiastic as his daughter. That meant everything to him. To merge both parts of his life together like he had today. 

Arin looked mildly embarrassed at his little reminder, laughing quietly. “I keep forgetting.” 

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Maybe it will take a little time to get used to,” and then, “She liked hanging out with you, too.” 

Arin’s eyes widened, excitement in her voice as she asked, “How do you know? Did she tell you?” 

Seokjin nodded. “Yep.” 

His daughter was thrilled with that piece of information, giggling happily, her long dark hair, recently combed, draped across the pillow. “I like her. She’s my favourite ever teacher.” Then she paused, looking up at him curiously. “Do you like Y/N too?”

“Yes, I like her,” he replied easily. “I like her a lot.” 

Arin continued to giggle, her hands coming up to her mouth as her cheeks tinged pink. “Because you were holding hands.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh along. “Yes, because we were holding hands.” It seemed pretty obvious to him, but he took the opportunity just to make sure of something. “So, you’re okay with me liking Y/N? Miss. Y/L/N?” He asked. “Are you happy?”

She looked slightly confused by his questioning and nodded. “I want to see her more.”

“You can if you want to,” he smiled, trying to hide just how happy he was to hear such words. He didn’t want to overwhelm her at all, nor make her feel uncomfortable. The idea of seeing her father with another woman, one that wasn’t her mother, might very well have upset her, but he was certain that wasn’t the case now, as he looked down at her grinning wide. 

“Tomorrow?”

He chuckled. “Maybe not tomorrow, but soon.” 

Arin was turning into such a big girl these days, mature beyond her years and highly perceptive – although thinking about it, she’d always been like that. He couldn’t believe she was turning seven at the end of August. He thought back to a few days ago, when he’d had to explain the premise of dating to her. He’d been so painfully awkward and so totally out of his depth it was laughable. 

He caught the time on the alarm clock on her nightstand and clapped his hands together. He was distracting her. “Okay, time to say good night now.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, brushing some hair away from her eyes. She smelled powdery, it reminded him of when she was a baby. She was probably too old by now, but Seokjin had a hard time letting go of that baby powder. 

“Good night sleep tight. Don’t let the bed – 

“BED BUGS BITE!!” She yelled over him, wriggling around once again. 

Seokjin held his hands over his ears and winced. “Gosh, so loud.” 

She laughed loudly, reaching for him. “Night night, daddy,” she said sweetly, soft lips kissing his cheek as she hugged him tight. 

He smiled. “Night, sweetie. I love you.” 

“Love you, too. You’re the best.” 

She told him that every night and he hoped she’d never stop. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

A glimpse into Soojung and Taehyung’s life 

kim seokjin x reader (or should I say kim taehyung x baek soojung 🤣)  warnings; discussion of seokjin’s potential micropenis (I’m so sorry for disrespecting u like this king)   words; 925

Takes place during chapter v

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” 

Taehyung looked up from his phone, shrugging at Soojung who was lying in bed next to him. “I don’t know. It.” 

Soojung hummed in agreement and Taehyung took that as a sign for his eyes to fall back to his screen. The conversation must be over now. It had been ongoing since he’d dropped by four hours ago. 

“Do you think I should text her tonight or wait until tomorrow?” 

Taehyung sighed. Silly him, they were still talking about Y/N’s sordid week. “I think you should wait until tomorrow.” He shrugged again, only slightly this time. “But then again, maybe she’ll be AWOL for the whole week. They have like what, two months of fucking to catch up on –Oww!” He immediately brought his hand up to his arm to rub the sting of Soo’s backhand. “What was that for?!”

“That’s my best friend you’re talking about.” 

Taehyung grumbled. “She’s my friend too. Besides, you’ve been talking about them fu– doing it,” he corrected himself quickly, catching the look on his girlfriend’s face, “all night. What’s the difference?” 

Soojung ignored him, she was too busy wondering what the hell was going on at Dilf mansion right now. She’d been excited all week, more than you she’d thought at one point, but then again you’d always been the more reserved out of the two of you. Soo knew that inside you were absolutely ecstatic – not just about the sex, but also your budding relationship with Seokjin. Yes, she liked to tease and be dramatic, but above all else, she was over the moon for her best friend. You deserved so much happiness after everything you’d been through in recent years. 

Those were her thoughts, but out loud she said, “I bet he’s amazing in bed. Dilfs always are.” 

Taehyung had to try really hard not to roll his eyes. If she loved older men so much, maybe she should go and find one for herself. “Didn’t you say he’s been a lone ranger since he got divorced?”

Lone ranger? Seriously, Soojung thought. “You’re not supposed to know that. Besides, you don’t exactly forget how to have sex. Especially when you look like him.” 

Taehyung’s phone was long forgotten now. “You do realise that just because the man’s good looking it doesn’t mean he knows how to fuck.” What type of logic was that? “He could have a micropenis for all we know.” 

Soojung shook her head adamantly. “He doesn’t.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Y/N told me.” Soojung couldn’t stop herself from giggling slightly. Like some kind of fricking teenager, Taehyung thought. “She’s accidentally felt it a few times.” 

“God, Soo.” He exclaimed slightly. “It’s almost like you’ve forgotten you have a boyfriend. Who is laying right beside you by the way,” he felt the need to remind. “If you like him so much why don’t you ask Y/N if you can join in.” 

Soojung couldn’t help but burst out laughing, greatly amused. “What has gotten into you?” The pout on her boyfriend’s lips was both amusing and adorable. Was he really jealous? He needed to take a joke. “I thought you liked Seokjin?”

Especially after last weekend. All four of you had such an enjoyable time hanging out. 

“I do,” he replied easily. “I just don’t like hearing my girl thirsting after him right in front of me.” 

“I’m not thirsting after him.” She insisted. “Why would I thirst after my bestie’s man?”

“Bestie,” he repeated. “What are you, 12?”

“I’ll have you know everyone uses it on the internet.” 

“Yeah, if you’re 12.” 

Soojung rolled her eyes playfully, turning towards him with a gigantic smile. He was blind (and deaf) if he really thought she would be interested in anyone other than him. “I love you.” 

Taehyung refused to look at her at first, determined to keep his mouth in a straight line, but there was no way he couldn’t respond. It went against everything he believed in. If he didn’t let Soojung know he loved her at least three times a day then he’d failed as a boyfriend and his mother’s son. 

“Love you, too.” He mumbled it though. He wasn’t letting Soo off the hook that easy. 

She leaned in closer, hands on his chest. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” 

“Get off,” he gruffed as she started rubbing her nose into the crook of his neck, tickling him. It wasn’t long before he was breaking, chuckling quietly as he attempted to lift her face up and kiss her. “I love you, too.”  

Kissing Soojung was his favourite thing in the world. Once he felt her lips on his he swore all his worries and stresses melted away. Every single time. And sometimes… (maybe a lot of the time)… it stirred his dick into action. 

“Wanna do it?” He murmured, pulling back to catch his breath. 

He knew straight away the answer was a no. Her face was so incredibly easy to read, even before she pulled a face. “Eh, not really. I’m tired. This week has been crazy.” 

He whimpered dramatically, letting his head fall back against the propped pillow. “So, what? Y/N gets to have the living daylights fucked out of her tonight and I’m getting cruelly discarded?” 

Soojung’s face lit up, and he knew instantly he’d made a mistake. “Oh, so you do think Seokjin’s great in bed?” 

“I’m getting some water,” he said with a sigh, getting out of bed. It was time to admit defeat. “Want anything?” 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

The argument with Nana: Seokjin’s POV 

kim seokjin x reader warnings; angst 🥴 words; 1,486

Takes place just before chapter viii 

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the salad.” Seokjin realised suddenly. “I’ll be one sec, honey.” He kissed you on the cheek as you finished arranging the dishes you’d both prepared. He was careful when he stood, making sure not to land in anything and risk being shouted at. 

“Don’t start without me.” He warned, playfully smacking your ass before he began to walk away. 

“What will you do about it?” You called out to him. 

“If you’re feeling brave, I guess you’ll find out.” He shouted back with a laugh, retreating inside the house. 

Weekends with you always meant a lot to him. Don’t get him wrong, he loved it when Arin spent time with you both too, but he knew it was important to make time for just the two of you. You’d had such a blissful time yesterday which had turned slightly naughty later on in the evening�� but Sundays were always his favourite. There was something about waking up next to you on a Sunday morning, feeling your body warmth, the softness of your skin as he clung to you and the scent of it too as he attached his mouth to your neck. Sundays were meant for lazy morning sex. It was law. 

(He’d tried it on in the shower too, but it hadn’t worked… You were hellbent on having this picnic.)

As he made his way into the kitchen, spotting the bowl of salad on the island, the intercom started ringing. That was odd. Was he expecting a delivery? He moved down the hallway and picked up, unable to keep the confusion out of his voice. “Hello?” 

“Let me in. Now.” 

It took him a moment to place the frosty voice on the other end of the line, feeling a surge of irritation that only his ex-wife seemed to be able to pull out of him. Then he grew worried. What on earth could be wrong? “Nana? What are you doing here?” His mind flew to Arin but before he could ask, Nana’s voice filled with venom. 

“Open the gates, Seokjin,” she bit, impatient and angry for reasons he had no clue about. There was silence and then – “Or are you too busy with your girlfriend?”

The way she snarled the word had dread instantly heavy in his stomach. He thought of you outside waiting for him and totally oblivious to the potential escalation opening these gates could cause. But he had no other choice. There was no getting out of it, even if every bone in his body screamed at him not to hit the button. After all, he’d done this to himself, and now it was time to face the consequences. The ramifications he’d caused by his foolery and cowardice. 

“Opening,” he muttered, knocking his ex-wife off before she could reply. He looked down the hall, knowing that across the other side of the house you were safe and sound, waiting for him to get back. He hesitated, feeling torn, but again, too much of a coward, he left you there and turned in the opposite direction, getting to the front door and ripping it open. He didn’t have time to dwell on the potential damage this could cause. 

He could feel his anger bubbling to the surface as soon as he saw Nana’s car speeding up to the front of his house. She hit the brakes with a screech, her face livid, and that’s when he noticed Arin in the back seat. He rushed forward, yanking the door open just as Nana jumped out the car. 

“Arin, what’s wrong?” He demanded, noticing the way she was teary eyed. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she apologised, her voice tiny and quivering. 

“Don’t you dare apologise, Arin,” Nana iced, barging past him to unfasten their daughter’s seatbelt. “Your father is the one that needs to say sorry.” 

Arin hiccupped as she got out of the car and Nana cluing to her hand. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening–” he tried to begin. 

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Nana laughed dryly, disregarding him instantly. “You know exactly what you’ve been doing for god knows how long.” She made a beeline for the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demanded, dashing forward to block her way. “Excuse me. You can’t just barge into my home.” 

“Daddy?” Arin looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. Fuck. She thought he was stopping her from entering too. 

Nana raised tall, a slow, sly smirk spreading across her face. “This is Arin’s home too, and she wants to go inside.” She looked down at their daughter, voice soft now. It turned his stomach. “Don’t you, darling?” 

She was using Arin as a weapon. Again. She used to love doing that when they were still married. But he had no other choice but to let her in. She smirked victoriously as he stepped aside and wasted no time walking inside, making a confident turn into the living room. She’d been here many times before, when this was his parents’ home. She knew her way around perfectly, which just made him even madder. 

He stormed in behind her. “Quit the bullshit and tell me what the hell is going on.” Although, he already had a fair idea. He had known Arin could inform her mother of his relationship with you at any time. Of course he had, but he’d pushed the thought aside and carried on inside his happy little bubble. After all, he knew Nana had zero interest in hearing about him. 

The truth always came out in the end, though…

“You’re mad I’m in a relationship?” He added mockingly, pushing his fears aside expertly. “That’s rich.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jin,” she scoffed, before her stare hardened. “I’m mad because you’re trying to replace me.” 

Seokjin frowned, trying to make sense of her words. “What are–”

“How dare you tell my daughter to call another woman stepmother. Imagine how I felt hearing Arin call a stranger that?!” 

Now, he was lost. She’d put two and two together and come up with five. “Nana, I have no clue what you’re going on about.” 

“Don’t do that,” she warned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t try to make me feel stupid. I’m done falling for that.” 

Seokjin couldn’t help but roll his eyes, trying to tell himself to keep calm. She was trying to get a rise out of him. As always. He took a steady breath, trying his best to keep his voice calm. “Arin has never called Y/N her stepmother.” 

“Y/N,” Nana sneered, greatly amused. “Sounds cheap.” 

Seokjin couldn’t help it, he saw red instantly. He gritted his teeth, speaking slow, with warning. “Shut your mouth now.” 

Nana grinned, her stare unwavering. “Or what?” 

Seokjin could feel his anger rising to the surface, it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. Especially with her condescending face right in front of him. She knew exactly how to push his buttons. He’d by now totally forgotten that you were in the garden waiting for him. He’d forgotten that his daughter was here in the room, witnessing this whole thing. 

At the sudden realisation, he looked down, noticing the way Arin clung to her mother’s hand, terrified and upset. He came to his senses immediately. He’d sworn never to argue in front of her again. She’d already been caught in the middle one too many times. It wasn’t fair on her. He was an embarrassment. 

He sighed tiredly and looked back to his ex-wife. “You need to go. I’ve had enough of listening to your farcical stories.” 

Nana however, seemed to want to continue traumatising their child. “FARCICAL?!” She shouted, letting out a mocking cackle. He hated that sound. “The only thing farcical right now is you.” 

He wouldn’t rise to her goading. That was what she wanted. But before he could tell her just that, Nana’s attention landed on the door. “Oh, and this is her, right?” 

Seokjin’s heart sank as he followed her gaze and saw you stood in the doorway, face contorted in confusion. Your eyes found his and he couldn’t help but murmur your name, his hand reaching for yours as he stepped towards you. He was selfish. That’s what it boiled down to. His palm was clammy as he squeezed yours, the result of his guilt. He needed this moment because whatever followed now could potentially end with you hating him. Just like Nana did. 

“Yes, here she is!”  Nana laughed harshly, needing no reply. 

Seokjin groaned quietly, rubbing his free hand across his face before he took a deep breath. This was is fault, and he knew it. But it was probably too late now to diffuse the situation, no matter how hard he’d try. 

Nana looked right at you as she sneered words that still made zero sense to him. “The stepmom!” 

He felt fresh anger curl inside his gut.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021