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THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse

genre: smut, oneshot

word count: 5.4k

nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction he’s had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewon’s usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?

jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. “i’m sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.”

“jungkook,” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “im telling you it’s not the same.”

she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasn’t a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy she’s ever bought home.

hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.

“she just admires you.”

“you’re her role model.”

“y/n has it all, have you ever thought that you’re the jealous one?”

bullshit.

your parents also weren’t shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.

the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.

hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.

she could have avoided it for longer if this hadn’t been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldn’t come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.

“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.”

that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what she’d been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.

“hyewon,” your father cleared his throat. “don’t you think it’s poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.”

“right, sorry.” she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.

“apologies jungkook, they’ve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.” your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.

do little squabbles consist of fucking someone’s boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?

“trust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but he’s my entire world.”

you decided to chimed in too. “hyewonnie doesn’t ever think i have anything interesting to say,” you pouted. “actually enough about me, sis how’s your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?”

any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.

“i’m working on finding a new job.”

“work harder then hyewon, look at your sister.” ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. “y/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile you’ve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?”

“we love you honey, dearly. but it’s time to start being an adult.” your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.

“i need to use the restroom.”

no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldn’t even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldn’t have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasn’t seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldn’t be passed up.

when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadn’t been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they weren’t seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.

“whoopsies, i’m so clumsy sometimes!” you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. “so you’re a personal trainer right?”

“mhm i am, you know anything about it?”

“enlighten me.”

“well it’s-“ his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. “it’s um- it takes a while to um-“

“something the matter?” yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. “sounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, i’m a fast learner, and i haven’t worked out in ages…” your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.

“hey we’re going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?” your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.

“we’re not kids mom, we’re in our early 20s.”

“oh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.” once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?”

“so?”

“so? are you out of your mind?”

you rolled your eyes. “oh now you wanna play moral police after you’ve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?” if he really didn’t want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.

jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. “you wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?”

oh. oh.

“you wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really don’t care about her do you?” your eyes lit up once again.

jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. “i just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? now c’mere pretty.”

the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.

however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldn’t witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.

“gosh, this fucking pussy,” he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. “damn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.” he couldn’t believe how soaked you were, he knew he’d slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.

“aw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.” and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“fucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?” he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. “hye never knows what to do with it, but i’m sure a slut like you will.”

he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. “make it quick and i’ll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.” he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.

later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didn’t pay her a second glance. “the hell do you want? you’re stalking me now?”

“if you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.”

you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. “what are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldn’t be in this situation,”

her mouth went dry. “what?”

“oops… well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.” you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. “you always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.”

“jungkook loves me, something you’ll never experience.” she spat.

you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. “and he’s gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.” you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.

there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldn’t go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.

yet obviously he didn’t see her the same. he couldn’t care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,

cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.

“f-fffuck!” your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. “too much, ‘s too much koo!” you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.

“oh yeah too much?” he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. “so fucking wet for me doll, look at how you’re drenching my fingers.” he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.

his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. “c’mon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.”

“holy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck i’m- jungkookk!” you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldn’t handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.

“stop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!” trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.

once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. “better get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?” he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.

“already? one more hour, please?”

“it’s starting to get harder to say no to you.” he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. “what are you thinking?” he chimed.

“nothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, it’s like she just knew you were right for me.” fuck, you were twisted.

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?”

you shrugged. “they could care less. everyone knows she can’t keep a guy.”

“and i’m guessing that’s due to you?” he smirked.

you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. “i wouldn’t say that. it’s just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.”

that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasn’t even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewon’s nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.

“you’re acting fucking crazy!” jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. “she’s your sister, do you hear yourself?” he yelled, as if you didn’t just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.

he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.

“jungkook she’s trying to steal you from me, she’s- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?” hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.

“i understand you might envy her, she’s younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesn’t look good hye.” what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?

“do you fucking hear yourself? you’re defending a bitch you’ve known two weeks!” she was losing her mind, truly. “you’ve been so distant kook, you don’t hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.” her voice cracked but he still couldn’t find it in him to care.

“until you sort your hissy fit out, i’ll be on the couch.” he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadn’t had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.

and she followed.

hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkook’s raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.

her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldn’t she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.

“shiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i don’t cum quick.” he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. “calm down mama, fuck.”

“can’tttt,” you dragged. “hmph. fuck me or i’ll do it myself.” you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.

“spoiled fucking brat, think i’m obligated to fill your holes? don’t get this twisted.” he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. “making me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.” without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.

“koo! you’re so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,” once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didn’t make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldn’t resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.

“you know- hmph-“ he started saying in between strokes. “one thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same don’t you?” you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. “fuck, you’re perfect. i wanna see you baby c’mere.” you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.

when you didn’t think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. “ohhhhh-“ you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.

jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldn’t do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. “look princess, got a visitor.”

your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. you’ve hated her ever since you figured you weren’t the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didn’t, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee she’d be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.

“hyewonnie!” a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. “god he’s so good, i’m so fucking glad you found him big sis,” your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. “after he fills me up with some babies we’re gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that you’ll never set foot on.”

blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.

“baby…” he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. “no need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.”

“i fucking hate you both. you’re nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.” she finally spoke.

“mhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-“ your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. “want you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.” something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.

“cum with me doll.” that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. “can’t let that get away now can we?”

that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.

once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didn’t need to look up to feel your presence. “what now? what y/n? you’ve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.”

“you’re so dramatic oh god. you’re acting like i didn’t warn you.” you welcomed yourself into her room. “think i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.” your hands went over your heart.

she backed up farther onto her bed. “stay away from me you evil fuck.”

“hyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.”

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god bless the person who put this post on my tml…

the fact that this man isn’t my husband makes me sick, like actual sick because yes i can picture namjoon picking up our daughter from school, holding her with her little backpack in his arms and everyone being jealous because i can sleep at night with this gorgeous, intelligent men by my side…

i’m so sad rn 😭😭😭

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JIN IS FREEEEEEEEE

Our Moon is home!!!!

[lo1k-diamonds]

Unique 💜 (Part 1)

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon/OC

SUMMARY: After overhearing something he shouldn't have, Namjoon promises to make it up to the bride by keeping her bridesmaid company during the rehearsal dinner party. What was supposed to be an unremarkable night became something so much more.

WORD COUNT: 20.9k

GENRE: strangers to lovers (bonus: Yoongi has a secret)

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: explicit, first meetings, light angst, Namjoon is a communication and consent king, protected sex, oral, fingering/handjob, toys, sapiosexuality, body worship, dirty talk, mouth riding, I think I can say switching (+ BTS being chaotic around RM and making him all embarrassed 😁)

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted there in March 2023)

A.N. Part 1 stands as a one-shot so I'm going to post it here to complement all the snippets from Part 2. I just love this one bad and I'm not even sure I can do it justice in the sequel 😩

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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. ― Khalil Gibran

“When’s the last time you’ve seen her?”

Jimin’s voice echoed in the corridor as the other six men followed him.

“Before the tour, definitely,” Hoseok answered with a grin.

“Right?” Jimin asked, glancing at the others for confirmation.

“She didn’t even wait for us to have a bachelorette party,” Jin whined.

“Of course she couldn’t, she couldn’t wait until the eve of the wedding,” Taehyung scoffed.

“Why not?” Jungkook pouted with a raised eyebrow. They all stopped in front of the apartment door. “It’s what they do in the Hollywood movies, right?”

“She can’t attend her wedding with dark circles and a hangover,” Yoongi scoffed at their silliness. “That’s a Hollywood invention.”

“But she could have waited for us,” Jungkook pouted.

“And deal with BTS at her party?” Hoseok shook his head with a smile.

“Yeah, this is way better, guys,” Namjoon finally intervened. Jimin rang the doorbell. “This way we have a nice drink with her before the big party, and it will be just us remembering old times.”

“That’s right,” Hoseok agreed with a warm smile.

Jimin turned with a grin, “Maybe this is the time she’ll tell us all about the cream incident—”

“Uhhhh, won’t you look at the time—” Yoongi suddenly stammered, turning around with the intention to walk away.

Jungkook and Jin grabbed him, blocking him while everyone smirked. They teased him about it, but it was short-lived. The door opened and they all turned to greet the woman they wanted to meet.

“There’s our bride!”

“Our Hyejin is glowing!”

“Wow, you look so beautiful!”

“So pure and fresh!”

She giggled with a wide grin, pulling her long dark hair behind her shoulders. “I spent the day at the spa,” she boasted, stepping away for them to come in.

They complimented her complexion and radiance for a hot moment before she shooed them over to the living room.

“Wait there, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Namjoon was the last one in, and he stood around while the guys sat on the sofa and chairs in the dining room. Their chat was nice until they noticed Hyejin was taking way too long.

“I’ll go check on her,” Namjoon offered. He was already standing anyway.

“Bring alcohol,” Jimin asked playfully, making the others laugh.

Namjoon grinned and shook his head at their goofiness, but before he could enter the kitchen, he froze.

“We should finish our conversation,” a female voice said. What shocked him was not that he didn’t recognize it, but that it spoke in English.

“No, we should leave it for tomorrow. The friends I grew up with just arrived,” Hyejin’s tone was soft and hopeful. “I would like you to meet them.”

Whoever it was puffed, “I don’t speak Korean, you know that.”

“Angie—”

“Besides, don’t you think you should think about this before getting married?”

Hyejin released a deep impatient breath, “We shouldn’t speak of it right now—”

“It’s in English, they won’t understand anyway,” Angie dismissed dryly.

Hyejin was pressing her lips, “You’d be surprised. Actually—”

“Stop trying to dodge the issue.”

Namjoon took a deep quiet breath, he should probably announce himself before—

“I’m no one's reference in this, Hyejin,” Angie sighed. “But you should obviously find what works for you, not try to fit someone else’s ideal.”

“You say that, but you’re every guy’s ideal.” 

Namjoon’s eyebrows twitched; Hyejin sounded upset. He wondered what they were talking about.

Angie laughed bitterly, “That is so far from the truth!” Unbeknownst to Namjoon, she was shaking her head with a sour smile. “Sure, in theory, every guy wants a girlfriend that enjoys and wants to have sex, but none like it when she has a bigger libido than they do.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows skyrocketed.

“How big exactly are we talking?” Hyejin suddenly perked up. She was very persistent when she wanted to. “No, let’s put a number on it. How many times have you had sex in the last month?”

Angie snickered, “Exactly zero.” 

Hyejin was taken aback for a second, then she nodded, “Of course, you’re single.” 

Angie raised her eyebrows, “That’s not why though…”

“Alright, then how many times did you masturbate in the last month?”

“Month??” Angie’s brown eyes were wide. “How am I supposed to count? Ahm, I guess…”

Namjoon was blushing, he rubbed his face to hide the embarrassment. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but he wasn’t moving. 

“Forget it then. What about… in the last twenty-four hours?”

“Three.”

Namjoon raised his head, that was a fast answer.

“Three?!”

Angie rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, just go and have sex,” Hyejin smirked. “Let’s go out, I'll be your wing woman.”

“It’s not about that,” Angie’s voice was strained. “What I truly crave is intimacy. That’s why once is not enough, the orgasms feel thin as if something is missing. And to have sex, well… You know me, I need to trust the guy, to be able to have a conversation…”

“You’re too picky,” Hyejin had a playful tone.

“And here I was thinking I wanted the bare minimum…”

Hyejin laughed and suddenly gasped. She had crossed the kitchen’s archway to find Namjoon just standing there, out of sight, with his back against the wall. His eyes widened at being caught, his cheeks were red as tomatoes and he opened his mouth to surely stutter an apology.

“I’m going to bed,” the voice from the kitchen said, and Hyejin turned back to look at her best friend.

She glanced at Namjoon for a split second then smiled, “You know I got your back, right?”

Angie smiled, “Of course, and I got yours. You’re right, let’s talk better tomorrow,” she rubbed her face and pulled her sandy-colored hair back. “I’m too tired. At what time for brunch tomorrow?”

“Eleven,” Hyejin smiled after giving Namjoon a stink eye so he would stay where he was.

He was closing his eyes with his lips between his teeth, cursing his stupid curiosity. Hyejin was going to kill him.

“Perfect, I need to sleep my jetlag off. It’s the only hope I have to look like a human being tomorrow.”

Hyejin chuckled at Angie’s playfulness and waved her goodbye. Angie left through the opposite archway to reach the corridor that led to the bedrooms.

Then Hyejin turned to the red elephant in her dining room with a harsh look.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop—”

“I can trust that that conversation will—”

“I’ll take it with me to my grave.”

“And the other guys?”

“Won't ever know about it.”

Hyejin released a deep breath, then eyed Namjoon from head to toe. The instant she saw him she cursed her luck that the only BTS member who was fluent in English was the one who happened to overhear their conversation. But now… maybe that was actually a blessing in disguise.

“Do you really regret it?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yes, of course!” He sounded pleading. “I should have never—”

“Namjoon! Oh—” Jin stumbled on them in surprise, “What is taking you so long?”

Namjoon opened his mouth, not sure of what to say, but Hyejin answered first, “He’s helping me with drinks. Soju?”

“And beer!” Jungkook yelled from the living room.

Jin grinned at the maknae’s request, then turned back to the two of them. “I’ll help—”

“No, Jin oppa, it’s okay,” Hyejin smiled. “I was talking with Joonie…”

Jin’s eyebrows raised, “Well, and I can’t hear it?”

“It’s important,” her tone was sweet as she pouted, and Jin sighed.

“Fine, I’ll leave you two be.”

Jin shrugged and left them, telling the others they’d bring drinks soon. Namjoon and Hyejin were close, it wasn’t weird that she wanted to speak with him alone.

She turned to Namjoon, “Make it up to me. To us.”

He frowned slightly, but then nodded, “Sure. What can I do?”

Hyejin licked her lips but then decided. “I would like it if you could be with Angie at the rehearsal tomorrow night and at the wedding.”

“Be with her?” He repeated, confused.

“Yes. Well, you speak English fluently and I don’t want her to be left alone and uncomfortable.” Hyejin released a deep breath, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I can’t think of anyone else. Truth is I was going to ask you about it tonight anyway.”

“It’s not a lot to ask…” He answered, scratching his chin. “I’m more concerned about the tabloids.”

“It’s my wedding, Joon. No freaking tabloids or media,” her voice was harsh and he immediately regretted mentioning it. He knew how sensitive she was on the subject. “Plus you don’t have to be with her only, stay with the guys too. Just don’t leave her alone.”

He nodded with a small smile, “I can do that, don’t worry.”

She smiled happily with one less worry. “Consider it your wedding gift,” she playfully said, waving at him to follow her into the kitchen. They did need to get drinks.

Namjoon laughed, “No way, we already arranged something else.” His cute dimples were showing and she felt reassured. “Just don’t stress about it.”

She started getting the bottles and cans out of the fridge and putting them on the counter when she suddenly remembered. “Also… I’ll just say it to be sure. Don’t leave her alone with my brother. He has always had a thing for her and I’m afraid of how it could escalate.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows jumped up and a couple of thoughts ran through his mind. A look at Hyejin told him she could read him like an open book, and before he could apologize, Hyejin smacked him.

“Just because she has a big libido, it does not mean she’ll sleep with anyone,” she pointed out with frustration. “My brother included. He’s just a playboy and he’s married. Do not let him get near her, do you understand? He’ll harass her and I don’t want fights at my wedding.”

Namjoon, feeling deeply regretful again for his callous thoughts, just nodded and promised to be good company for Angie over the weekend.

He just didn’t know how to do it. He had never met her, not even seen her. He hoped he would get a glimpse of her before leaving, but throughout the night it was just them and Hyejin. 

He kept playing the words she said in his mind, and he wondered what kind of person she was. She was definitely the type to be good friends with Hyejin, otherwise, she wouldn't be staying at her house or have her request that favor of him. 

His mind was already contemplating how he should approach her: should he apologize, should he give her some advice, should he be her wingman, should he just play it cool? He kept wondering about all those things and by the time he entered the rehearsal dining hall with the rest of BTS the next night, he hadn’t made up his mind.

Hyejin was at the entrance with her fiancé, whom BTS knew well, and they greeted each other.

"So about that track—"

"No work talk at my party please," Hyejin interrupted quickly, making her fiancé smirk and step back from Yoongi.

"Yes, dear."

Namjoon got close to her and hugged her, "You look so beautiful."

She hugged him back closely, and he knew she was nervous and overwhelmed.

"You'll do what I asked you?" She asked with a hint of anxiety in her smile.

"Of course," he assured her with warmth, rubbing her arms once soothingly.

She nodded, "Thank you. She'll be here soon. Just be yourself."

He chuckled and scratched his neck, "About that…"

But he didn't get the chance to ask, as other people arriving pushed them in after a rushed photo with the bride and groom.

From then on it was a mess for a while. Lots of people he knew approached him and the others for a chat, and he couldn’t say no but he wasn't there to talk about work or pamper them. It was a celebration and he had made a promise, he couldn’t disappoint Hyejin and stress her even more.

The guys ended up splitting between the dancefloor, the bar, and their dining table. He ended up grabbing his whiskey and going to his spot on the table by himself. He sat down and sighed; parties were not his thing, and he got tired quickly.

He placed his glass down and then noticed the names on the cards next to him: on one side, Jin, on the other Angie Wagner. He blinked and leaned closer to see it. She'd sit next to him?

"So," a female voice he recognized sounded from behind him and made him turn. "On a scale of one to ten, how much did you understand the conversation last night?"

She pulled the chair to sit down next to him and he just stared. She was sitting in Angie’s spot, and he recognized her voice, so… Angie?

She was wearing a light lilac string dress that fell all the way to the floor. Her sandy blonde hair was braided in a hairdo, letting a few strands fall around her face and neck. Her eyes were brown and shiny, they looked incredibly astute and he suddenly had the feeling he would not be able to hide anything from her.

She raised her thin eyebrows quizzically and he stammered, “I— Well—” For a second he considered pretending he had no idea what she was talking about, but then he gave up on it. “I believe most of it.”

She nodded, “Meaning all of it.”

He pressed his lips and looked down in clear regret, “How did you know?”

“Hyejin can’t lie to save her life. It was obvious she was looking at someone, despite her attempts to deny it.” Angie sighed, looking around at the card names on the table. “And I heard you speaking in English before.”

She waved back at the bar, and he nodded while pressing his lips in nervousness. He guessed she could connect the dots.

“So are you thinking I’m just a promiscuous Western woman or can I still save some face?”

His cheeks were becoming pink, but he chuckled, “I don’t think being Western has anything to do with it. You’re just freer to talk about it in Western countries, which I find a healthy thing." He looked at her, who was just attentively listening to him. Hyejin told him to be himself so he'd risk it. It was only fair after having learned such intimate secrets. “You’d find equally promiscuous women here, they probably just hide it more.”

She pursed her lips, intrigued by his words, but they were interrupted by a waiter with champagne flutes. She took one with a small head bow.

“Besides, if I understood correctly, you’re not that promiscuous.” He pressed his lips, was he really going to talk about this? “Something about having standards…”

She laughed and his dimples appeared. He was flustered and hot, but it was pleasing to speak with someone so earnestly.

“So you did understand everything!” She didn't look mad, she was grinning and sounded playful. “Can you tell that to Hyejin, though? I have a feeling she wants to ‘help me’ somehow when she doesn’t seem to understand the situation.”

His eyebrows puckered, “How does she plan on helping?”

“Something about a guy babysitting me tonight,” she shrugged. “I’m sure she means well, but it’s not how these things work. Although I must admit I’d be bored out of my mind if you weren’t here.”

“How so?” He laughed to take away from his embarrassment, realizing immediately he was the 'babysitter'. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Well, I wanted to make sure you’d keep that conversation private and now I’m pleasantly surprised that not only are you fluent in English, but you can actually have a conversation. I don’t see a way to be bored now.” He nodded with his warm cheeks marked by his dimples. “And with a bit of luck, I can escape the so-called babysitter. I'm not sure I trust Hyejin's taste in men to meet my standards.”

He tried laughing but it came out dry. Did he understand it right? Hyejin had implied to Angie that they'd… and she didn't trust Hyejin to choose someone, but it was him so—

“Do you want some tiramisu?” She interrupted his thoughts after downing her champagne. He looked at her, confused, and she pointed at the walking dinner on the tables at the other end of the room. “I’m starving.”

He nodded and went with her, grabbing not only tiramisu but also other small bites. He made a judgment call then to keep his mouth shut about being the person Hyejin had chosen to 'babysit' her. That way Angie wouldn't feel imposed on and they could keep chatting amicably.

They went back to the table with their food and continued chatting. Some of the BTS members noticed this.

“Wow, Joon made a friend,” Taehyung pointed out from the dancefloor in surprise.

Jimin turned and gasped dramatically, “Really?! Let’s go meet her—”

Hoseok stopped them both by getting in their way. “Oh no, you don’t. Let him be.”

“But he made a friend, I want to know her too,” Taehyung pouted playfully.

“Guys, he’s talking to a girl,” Hoseok repeated, playing with his eyebrows.

“He talks with girls all the time,” Taehyung pointed out, confused.

“Ohhhh, I see what you mean,” Jimin smirked with a nod.

“What?”

“It’s a wedding weekend, people do crazy things,” Hoseok smiled intently at Taehyung.

“So? Are you implying that our Joonie will sleep with that girl?”

“Joonie will sleep with a girl?!” Jungkook’s shocked gasp came from behind Taehyung and Jimin quickly hushed him.

“Shh, we don’t know that,” he told him, making Jungkook truly puzzled. Why was Jimin shushing him, the music was so loud!

“But he’s so shy, there’s no way—”

“Let’s give him the opportunity,” Hoseok interrupted Taehyung.

“It won’t hurt,” Jimin pointed out.

Jungkook pouted his lips, “It will if she hurts him.”

The other three men shook their heads with a smile. “He’s old enough, let him decide that for himself,” Hoseok pointed out, and the other three agreed.

Namjoon was truly intrigued to be talking with Angie about women's emancipation and the feminine movement. It was a topic he had sought to educate himself about but that he rarely got to talk about. He was interested in learning the perspective of a woman, or should he say a Western woman.

“The thing is that it’s not because I believe in equality that I don’t like things like chivalry or an actual man,” she pointed out with a short deep breath that contained her frustration. “In what dating is concerned, I would like a partner that doesn’t fall into extremes and I feel that’s happening more and more.”

“What kind of extremes?”

“Like the woman is always right and can do no wrong, or women are bitches that don’t accept men for who they are. I’ve seen both, I hate both,” she pointed out cleanly, then shrugged. 

“That really happens?” He asked, surprised while they ate.

“Oh yeah. You try to date for a few months and it just becomes insufferable,” she chuckled, but he could see there was an inch of bitterness. “I truly just want a partner, an equal partner. I believe this to be a good standard, but then none of my friends understand why it’s so hard.”

He nodded, he sort of understood her. He didn’t hope to find someone who could stand by his side easily, and he wasn’t eager to put anyone through that, but if he could choose, he’d prefer to have someone by his side, not beneath or above.

“Like my friends say I expect too much, that I should just date a genius from work.” Her tone was despairing yet scornful. “And it’s precisely why I’ll never ever date any of them. I mean, I know I’m smarter than most, but I don’t want a genius by my side. I don't consider myself a genius, despite popular belief.”

He was looking at her with wide and intrigued eyes. He opened his mouth, then backtracked — there was so much information to unpack there he wasn’t sure about what to ask first.

“Look and behold, Mr. Namjoon,” she opened her arms with a cocky smile as if presenting herself. “You’re talking with the youngest professor of Quantum Physics at MIT.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened even more, “Really? Wow!”

She chuckled, closing her arms again and finally reaching for the tiramisu. “I know, I get that a lot. I'm surrounded by people who are pure geniuses in every sense of the word but lack everything else required for socialization. And me being a woman in the middle of men should sound fun, but it really isn’t.” She sighed, with a spoon of dessert in her mouth. She didn’t look very happy. “Everyone thinks I'm at a buffet, when in reality I wish I could go to a Michelin-star restaurant and have that one gourmet meal.”

She was expecting him to laugh at her analogy, but he nodded with a small smile that overflowed with sympathy.

“I get you… I sometimes feel like the Michelin-star meal, only I’m behind a glass and I can’t interact with anyone.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You consider yourself a Michelin-star meal?”

Her tone was playful but he choked on his spit, blushing a strong shade of red. “That’s a way of speaking,” he tried saying through coughs.

She giggled and tapped his back soothingly, “I’m messing with you.” She waited for him to calm down before taking a deep breath, “That must suck balls.”

He laughed, a bit more relaxed. “It does, and it doesn’t. I know I inspire a lot of people, as they inspire me. That’s why I… you know, Michelin meal—” She was looking at him with a mocking smile, so he coughed to clear his throat. “Anyway. It’s lonely.”

“What do you do?” She asked, cleaning her tiramisu cup with her spoon.

His eyebrows twitched for a second. She didn’t know? She was friends with Hyejin and she didn’t know? Should he not tell her? But she surely knew who he was to Hyejin, so should he tell her?

He licked his lips. Be yourself.

“I’m a music producer.”

She whistled, “Like Hyejin’s fiancé, then?” He nodded. “Right, you must work with her father. I keep forgetting that she comes from a music background.” She laughed to herself. “But anyway, lonely? How can that be?” Her pitch was high again and playful. “I imagine you have at least one girl every day trying to make a move on you to fall in your good graces and get that record deal.”

He laughed awkwardly, “I don’t and I would hate it if I did.”

“Because you’re not into women?”

“Because I’m shy,” he answered quickly and seriously, looking into her eyes. 

Her features slowly lost their teasing glim and sobered. “I wonder about that… you’re talking pretty okay with me.”

He nodded, “There are… reasons for that.”

“Such as?”

“You’re Hyejin’s friend and you don’t want a music deal.”

She laughed giddily, “How do you know? Maybe this is just us scheming or something.”

He couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, “She could get you something just as easily as I could.”

Angie hummed playfully and leaned into him, and he didn’t move away. “But maybe I'd prefer to be associated with the genius Kim Namjoon?”

He held her eyes with a raised eyebrow. He felt hot and proud at her words, which was unusual for him. Normally, he’d be the first to say he wasn’t that big of a deal, he wasn’t that great. He was truly nobody. As the seconds ticked, this truth came to light in his mind. He had to be truthful with her.

“I’m really not that great.” She tilted her head with a smile of who wonders about that. “I’m just a poet,” he added. He tried ignoring the burn on his cheeks, why was that happening? Maybe even that was untrue? “I… I just appreciate art. In all its forms. And try to do something with my thoughts. That’s it.”

He quickly reached for a sip of his whiskey, and then took a deep breath. He felt like he was stammering or vomiting his thoughts without reflection, what the hell was he doing? Why was he oscillating between being relaxed and so freaking nervous?

She smiled warmly, “I’m just teasing you.” She straightened herself and he felt weirdly upset at being able to breathe freely again. “So art. What’s your favorite kind of art? Excluding poetry and music?”

“It’s very difficult to choose,” he confessed. He looked at the table for a moment of absolute focus before answering. “I feel like right after hearing, my eyes are the next sense I rely on. So I’m inclined to say anything visual. Anything that invokes things in me that reflect deep thoughts.”

“Interesting,” she said, creasing her forehead a bit. “Would you say it helps with your music?”

“It definitely does,” he agreed instantaneously. “It has helped me a lot to see my struggles reflected and shaped by the hands of so many artists. To see it given color or texture through other means than sounds, or words.” He smiled, “I could never do it, but I recognize it because our struggle is the same, it’s human. It’s very freeing in a way.”

Angie smiled softly. She was now totally focused on the man in front of her, sitting turned to him and supporting her head on her hand.

“I wish I knew more about art,” she confessed. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he looked away with a smile. He was shy, she could see that. But he was also very intriguing, definitely the best kind of surprise that night or trip could offer her. She wondered if he understood what she meant to imply with her words.

“It’s an infinite subject. Even I am still learning about it after years of interest,” his smile was kind. He licked his lips and looked at her again, “I could show you a few things.”

Her lips curved immediately, “I’d like that.”

And he pressed his, looking away again. “I went to Europe once to do a tour around many museums.” He turned to her with a smile, “I was in Switzerland for a few days and visited so many exhibitions, then Paris too. I can show you pictures if you’d like.”

She smiled, “That sounds nice. I would have loved to see it myself.”

He sighed, “Yeah. I couldn’t see everything I wanted, I didn’t have the time. I wish I could just go and spend a month or two there, really take in the places. The cultures, they’re so close to each other, but they’re so different. I hiked Mount Rigi last time, but there’s still so much to see in the Swiss Alps, and also in other countries.” 

He was so invested in sharing his thoughts his eyes were shining. They were close now and he didn’t mind, quite the opposite. He was normally quiet with his entourage about such things, but with her, he felt accepted. She wasn’t scorning or being derisive, she was drinking his words out of interest for new things.

“You should go and do it. Take time off, pause, and do what you truly want to do.” Her tone was serious. “Life is short. Everyone always told me I’d have to fight tooth and nail to get somewhere, and that I’d get there in my old age. Well, I’m nearly thirty and I feel like I’ve reached that place already. And it sucks,” she shrugged in sorrow, reaching for her drink. “It should feel fulfilling, but it’s empty. I look behind me and see what I’ve missed, what I sacrificed. I realize I’ve won the race, but there’s really nothing to celebrate. And for as much as I may have gained, I became fearful of heights. Because now that everyone knows my potential, everyone would be disappointed if I didn’t meet the quota for just one day. And then… the real loneliness would start.”

A hint of sorrow passed through her features quickly before she downed another champagne flute, and he just nodded solemnly.

“There must be something to celebrate. Though… the responsibilities… they follow us,” he said quietly. “Even if I wanted to pause and go, it’s just not possible.”

“I’m telling you it has to be, Namjoon.” Her eyes were shining, but she didn’t hide them away. “There has to be more to life than grinding, burning out, and chasing the idea of success.” She put her glass down, “I keep convincing myself that this is what I wanted, that it was an opportunity all along, that I’m doing something great with myself, but am I?” She seemed to contain her tears of frustration. “I mean sure, there is an importance to what I’m doing. to what we’re doing. I’m teaching and shaping young minds, and I’m involved in projects that will advance our technology and understanding of the universe significantly. You’re doing music people love and inspiring them, like you said. Surely, all of it has meaning. But then why do I feel spent?”

She looked away with an anxious breath and her eyes fell on Hyejin laughing at the entrance of the party. That was what happiness looked like.

Her eyes turned back at him and his serious expression. She chuckled, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bothering you with my existential conundrums.”

“Not at all, I feel like… we’re different, but similar in many ways.”

She looked at him and they stayed in silence for a moment. The party and music were developing all around them while they found some sort of empathy in each other’s existence.

“Maybe,” she acceded, with softening eyes. Her lips curved gently, “It’s not every day I get to talk about this.”

He was going to ask why but he never did.

“Ahh!” A yell sounded from behind them that had them both turn. The beautiful and glowing Hyejin placed her hands on their shoulders with a smile that could rival the sun. “I’m so happy you found each other!” Namjoon smiled politely, but Angie was furrowing her brow quizzically. Hyejin squeezed her shoulder, “See, I told you you would like him.”

“What do you mean?”

Namjoon opened his mouth, but Hyejin spoke first. “Well, I know you didn’t want a ‘babysitter’, but I chose the best as your company.”

Angie’s eyebrows jumped as her features changed just a little. She smiled with a hint of bitterness, “Indeed.”

Angie cursed herself mentally as she tried not to give her thoughts away. She should have figured the ‘babysitter’ would be the same guy who eavesdropped, though she had thought more than one of her friends would speak English fluently, hence they could have been different people. Honestly, she just wanted to make sure he’d stay quiet about what he heard, but maybe the fact that he was cute and interesting clouded her judgment. Maybe she did have unattainable standards, she didn’t seem to be that bright herself if she was going to let something so simple happen right under her nose.

Her eyes shifted from Hyejin when she was called away to Namjoon, who was looking worried. That was guilt, wasn’t it? He knew about it, he just played dumb. He could have told her he was the guy Hyejin wanted her to meet, but he decided not to probably because he wasn’t interested and didn’t want to embarrass her. Well. She still was.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Hyejin smiled, seeing she couldn’t avoid whatever problem was calling for her.

As soon as she left, Angie dragged her chair back as Namjoon spoke. “I can explain.”

“A bit too late for that,” her voice was stoic as she got up. “If you’ll excuse me.”

She turned to leave without a second thought. That was freaking embarrassing, and utterly disappointing. Maybe she got too tipsy and confident? Maybe. Either way, she never had to speak with him again, so—

“Wait.”

She glanced at him, surprised he had followed her out of the party to the elevator lobby of the hotel, but she didn’t stop. She pressed the button to call the elevator.

And he stopped next to her, “Wait.” He swallowed, and she finally glanced at him. She was showing no emotions on her face and it twisted his stomach even more. “I didn’t know what to say. The way you spoke of it made me feel like it was something bad.”

“Bad?” She knew she wasn’t tipsy, she just had to respond to such a silly idea. “I told you I would never be bored with you, how is that bad?”

“It isn’t.”

“Then why not tell me?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you. That’s why I chose to be the other guy. I wanted to be the guy you chose to come and find and chat with, not the one Hyejin asked to babysit you and that you didn’t want to meet.”

She stepped inside the elevator, pressed floor seven, and then looked at him. She looked confused and hurt and he just stood there waiting for her to say something.

“I guess you’re neither now.”

The elevator doors started closing and he felt a rush. Time slowed, he had a decision to make. He never got to be with someone who understood him. He was always afraid of the backstabbing and image issues, everyone was watching, and it was too risky to do anything. Everything relating to dating had been relegated to the last spot on his priority list, the furthest corner of his mind and heart. But right there he could reach for something that resembled what he always wished he could experience.

So he stepped inside at the last second, squeezing through the doors. Her eyebrows jumped in surprise.

“But I could be both,” he finally said.

The elevator started moving and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. He tried not to feel disheartened. For the first time, she was looking incredibly cold and unapproachable, and it saddened him.

“Explain.”

Despite her detached tone, he felt alive. “I could be the guy you came to find and that stuck around you because you’re interesting and captivating.”

Her lips twitched in skepticism, “You don’t have to work that hard, Mr. Kim Namjoon. I know Hyejin told you to look after me, but I’m going to my room where I’ll be perfectly safe by myself.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’m speaking the truth.” 

“Are you? You haven’t exactly been the most truthful.”

He pressed his lips and looked down — that hit him. Hyejin had told him to be himself and lying was not something he ever did. Being dishonest was not like him, and it felt off. 

Angie exited the elevator without another word and Namjoon followed her all the way until she reached for a card to unlock her room door.

“Then let me,” he asked. She entered her room. “Let me be truthful.”

She stopped and turned to him. She was holding the doorknob in her hand and the doorway was the line separating them. She considered his words for a moment, then nodded. It couldn’t hurt to hear him out, she already felt humiliated as it was.

“I’m not just a producer,” he said, and she frowned very lightly. He was sure then she truly didn’t know who he was. “I’m an idol. Do you know what that is?”

“People that sing and dance and are idolized by teenagers?” She seemed confused.

He grimaced, “You get the gist.” He sighed, “We are very well known, so our lives are scrutinized and it gets lonely.”

She shifted the weight on her legs, “So that’s why you’re here? Because you’re lonely?”

He let out a tense breath. “I’m here because you are enticing. Your words, your mind. You’re so captivating I could just talk to you all night to learn your ideas about everything the world has to offer.”

“You want to chat?”

He opened his mouth, unsure about what to say. She removed her high heels and threw them inside, then heaved a deep breath.

“I don’t know what to think of you right now.” She admitted, then shrugged. “I figured you didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to give me the impression you were interested in that way, and that’s fine. But then why follow me here?” He became flustered, and she just shook her head. “You’re worried about me complaining to Hyejin? I won’t. Are you feeling guilty? You’re forgiven. Let’s just forget about all of this—”

“That’s not it,” he managed to get out.

“Then what is it?”

He opened his mouth and fought his words multiple times until he just let go. “I don’t want it to end.”

“What?”

“Our talk. Our interaction. You said you didn’t get to talk about these things, well, I don’t either. And it’s so much more interesting because you’re not a musician or an artist, and yet we feel things in the same way,” he closed his fist as if he could grab the moment, then threw it down. Was he conveying the message properly? “What I mean is that there’s a potential for a unique connection, for a unique moment. I want to seize it, just like I want to go to Europe and hike the Swiss Alps. Like you said I should. Just pause and do what I really want to do.”

She observed him in silence for a moment as she went over what he said.

“But why didn’t you tell me before? You could have just said it.”

His cheeks warmed up, “You seemed to imply that Hyejin chose someone to… to sleep with you. I didn’t want to scare you away, so I thought it would be best not to mention it.”

Her eyebrows puckered in confusion, “But whatever reason Hyejin uses to choose you has nothing to do with you, you could have still just said it.”

He smiled and rubbed his face, he was embarrassed but sort of happy. “You’re right, I should have.”

She wasn’t smiling. “All of this just because you don’t want to sleep with someone; just say it next time and avoid the trouble.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” she groaned mutely. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”

“No, that’s not it.”

She raised an impatient eyebrow, “I got it wrong again?”

“Yes,” he said confidently, which intrigued her.

“Explain it to me then.”

“I never said I didn’t want to sleep with you.” He didn’t know where he got the courage to say those words, but maybe it was because he didn’t want any more misunderstandings. Her eyebrows jumped. “I said I didn’t want to pressure you, I said I didn’t want our talk to end, I said I followed you because you’re enticing. I said I didn’t want to scare you away. I didn’t want you to think anything we were doing was coming from a place of 'she's just promiscuous and we'll sleep together anyway'.”

Her lips twitched as she tried to deduce something. “Then…”

“I wanted it to just be genuine,” he shrugged. “If you were interested and I was interested, then cool.”

“Are you interested?”

He smiled despite looking at the floor, “I followed you all the way here, didn’t I?”

She blinked as her features morphed into surprise and realization. “You did.”

He gave her a moment before asking, “Are you? Interested?”

She finished her line of thought in which she decided she no longer had reasons to feel embarrassed. His lie had come from a good place, and although she disliked feeling deceived, she was willing to forgive him.

“I am.”

They stared at each other with a lighter atmosphere. He felt warm and sort of happy, but he didn't want to push anything. He was happy they sorted things out. It didn’t feel awkward or anything, he just didn’t feel any need to rush it.

“That’s… that’s good,” he smiled. “Then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not coming in?” She asked almost in surprise. He was confused and she turned around to enter the room. “Only if you want to, of course.”

She dropped her handbag on a chair and turned to see him still in the same place. He had his hands on the doorframe as if stopping himself, and she just raised her eyebrows. He looked down, but dropped his hands and entered the room, closing the door softly behind him.

She smiled, “I’d offer you a drink,” she opened the mini-fridge. “But I don’t want us to get drunk.”

He was smiling too, he felt lightheaded. “That’s okay.”

“How about a coke?”

“Sounds good,” he agreed, accepting it from her.

She also opened a can and sat on the bed with her legs bent by her knees. 

"Didn't you have something to show me?" She asked, then took a sip. He just stared at her. "Photos of your trip?"

"Right!"

He pulled his phone out of his slack pocket and sat next to her. She leaned in to check his phone, but her eyes quickly moved to what risked captivating her more than any work of art he could show her. That tight dark blue suit made his shoulders look broad and firm. He was taller than her, even in heels, and he looked pristine and lean under all that haute couture. She could of course appreciate a man that could talk well and look good, but to find a devoted artist and poet under all that was… like straight out of movies or novels. 

She nodded and listened to his explanations about the art pieces and exhibitions attentively. He was light and free when speaking of such things, and she could not see an idol or famous person. He was too real, too grounded, too connected with his inner self to appear shallow and superficial. She didn’t have enough of that in her life, she was always with people who were analytical, cynical, and skeptical, much like she was. That fresh outlook on life, on a human’s soul, on feeling was so touching she wanted to interact with him just to know what it was like.

He was explaining this painting of a fallen angel and the catharsis and redemption themes in it when she got up from bed to put their empty cans away.

“What do they say? To be able to fly you have to learn how to fall?”

He eyed her from head to toe, with her back turned to him, and nodded quietly. He never thought a physics genius could be so empathetic and understanding. She had a caring soul that transpired in every single comment, even when she was rational about the themes he was trying to explain. He felt like she could be an anchor, a defined line around his countless smudges of color. He should feel contained, maybe underestimated, but instead, he felt elevated. He felt like they were mutually showing the other how they perceived life, and it was incredibly unique. He knew that could happen after a few minutes with her, but now after maybe more than one hour, he was completely certain.

“It’s getting late,” she commented and he nodded, putting his phone down.

“You’re right, we need to get some sleep for the actual wedding tomorrow,” he got up with a gentle smile.

“Would you help me with my hair?” She asked, then turned around. “They put so many pins in, could you take them off?”

“Sure,” he immediately acquiesced, throwing his phone on the bed and nearing her. But then he pressed his lips, eying the braided hairdo. “I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

“You won't, don’t worry about it. You should be able to see them pretty well.”

He was still eying her hair nervously, but it was true he could see the black hairpins among her blonde threads. So he risked it and reached for the first one very slowly. He gained more confidence as time passed and they had a few giggles when a few proved too stubborn to come out on the first try. 

Then suddenly her braid fell over her back and his smile dropped. He was incredibly close to her, he could smell her orchid perfume perfectly. Her skin looked smooth and delicate, the line of her neck was a feminine invitation. Her hair was beautiful and soft and now he didn’t have an excuse to touch it anymore.

She pulled her braid over her shoulder to open it and pass her fingers through it quickly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Their voices were both low and warm as they eyed each other. She was wondering what she could do to give him a hint, whereas he was fighting his urges. He shouldn’t go too fast and she hadn’t expressed clear consent, so—

She suddenly grimaced and pressed her neck, and he spoke without thinking, “Are you tense?”

She nodded but immediately closed her eyes, her senses overcharged. His fingers were pressing and gently massaging her tired muscles, first on her neck, then her shoulders and spine. Her lips parted in absolute satisfaction at his dexterous hands, could he get any better?

Eventually, his fingers slowed in rhythm and stopped and she turned her head to the side, “Don’t stop.”

Her tone was low and pleading and he looked at her profile with his hands still on her delicate shoulders. She was truly beautiful, like a nymph out of a painting from the masters. He was inevitably attracted by her elegant curves, her dainty lines echoing everything in him from desire to devotion. He felt like any of those foolish men who would wish to lose themselves in the purity and nurturing embrace of such an ethereal creature, and he had to take a deep breath to catch himself.

She turned around and their foreheads connected as he swallowed. He was heartily eager to have her despite knowing that he could lose himself and disappear, just like Hylas once had in that ancient myth.

She touched his jaw gently and leaned in slowly, and he let her. Their lips touched and brushed briefly, and his breath hitched. He was immediately curious and chased her lips so he could feel her better. Her kiss was just as delicate as her and he was filled with this want to discover more, to know more, to partake, to dive in.

His hands were supporting her neck and jaw when she pulled away just enough to speak. “Are you comfortable continuing this?”

He almost chuckled; he was sensible enough to just smile, “Yes.” His tone was sure. “Are you?”

Her hands moved over his shoulders, “Oh yes. Yes.”

She leaned to capture his lips again and he smiled through their kiss, so incredibly happy that he would have the opportunity to touch her, to kiss her. 

He of course wanted more than that and as their kiss built up, he started losing his grip. Their kisses were sloppy as their tongues played, his body was spiking with heat at her hands exploring his chest and pulling his blazer off to firmly squeeze his shoulders. His hands which had been respectfully on her waist became curious and decided to palm her curves. Those sensual curves that the dress failed to express vividly enough, thankfully. 

She reached for his belt and he swallowed, trying to catch his breath as she kissed his cheek. That was happening, he thought. He looked at her, whose brown eyes were shining with desire while she breathed heavily. He had one second to decide before—

Her hand entered his pants and he closed his eyes, feeling her explore his erection. She was observing his reaction; she found the right angle and pulled his hard-on out. He was utterly absorbed in the sensation of her gripping him firmly and she wondered for a split second if it was genuine. He looked like a thirsty man who had just found an oasis, and she would think this odd if he was a famous idol that millions of people desired.

His hands pushed her to sit on the bed gently. He kneeled on the bed by her side and she eyed him. That man was the reincarnation of Adonis, there was no doubt in her mind about it.

“Can I touch you?”

Her features softened, “You have to touch me.”

His hands grabbed her lilac dress that covered her legs and pulled it up anxiously. She helped him do it all the way to her waist before she leaned back with him half over her. He reached her lips as his hands traced her legs, and the higher he went the more she started losing grip. Still, before he could touch her, she reached for his erection again to pump him gently. He grunted quietly and she smiled slyly, incredibly proud that she could make him sound like that.

Quickly a sigh was escaping her lips when his fingers reached her center over her panties. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d be able to get that and more out of her.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered against her lips, descending then to her neck. 

Her hand on his erection was making it hard to process, but his fingers quickly pulled her panties aside to feel her and damn. She was so wet and ready that his cock twitched. She moaned quietly with his touch exploring her folds and core, and he felt it in her neck as he kissed it. She would surely make the most beautiful music for him if he played her correctly, and he intended to.

His fingers reached her clit to rub it gently and she gasped, completely frozen by it. He pulled away enough to observe her expression with agape lips, squinted eyes, and knitted eyebrows.

“Like that?” He asked, his voice tense.

She looked up at him, an expression of pleasure so sensual he had a hard time thinking. 

“Yeah,” she sighed and restarted moving her hand. 

His fingers were too fucking good, or maybe she was just that turned on. Her core was clenching around nothing despite the simple gesture of his digits, but she knew it was more than that. He was an attractive and attentive man observing her through desirous but respectful eyes. Like she was worthy of his praise, attention, and care, and that adoration was really spiking it up for her.

So she tried making it last by focusing on her hand on his erection. It had been a while since she had last done that, but what mattered was reading his cues. He preferred a firm grip instead of light, he preferred the tip instead of broad all-encompassing movements, and he preferred slower and intense movements rather than fast and light. Soon he grunted and she smiled yet again.

“That feels very good,” he managed to get out with closed eyes.

“I’m glad,” she whispered.

They had reached a balance and they could see it in each other’s eyes. So when her lips curved in a playful smile, so did his.

Then he grunted mutely at the view of his hand between her legs. He was imagining what she would feel like, but there was nothing better than finding out. His fingers slipped in and she moaned.

“You’re so tight and warm,” his voice strained at the thought of replacing his fingers with his twitching cock.

She was pulsating around his fingers, “Imagine how comfortable you’d be… inside me.”

He looked at her, and she was already eying him back. Her expression tensed when he reached his thumb over her clit, her jaw clenched. She couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed, every single touch of his felt better than the one before and she would melt for him every time he would like her too. 

Suddenly he looked down at her hand on his dick with thin lips. “Do we have condoms?”

She tried thinking rationally for a second, then cursed under her breath. “I don’t.”

She felt irritation spring from deep inside her chest, that was very stupid of her. She couldn’t have known she would meet someone interesting and get involved with him, but fuck should she be better prepared just in case she did.

She took a deep breath, “Don’t worry about it right now, we can have fun in other ways.” She smiled playfully to ease him, but quickly his fingers reached somewhere deep inside her that stole her breath. “Is that okay?”

“That’s okay…”

He was sad he wouldn’t be able to feel her all the way as he intended, but that was for the best. He was already out of his mind, excited that all of that was happening anyway.

He hardened his movements and leaned on her neck, “I want to know what you sound like.”

She tried repressing a moan, his rough movements on her were making it very challenging. “If you keep doing that you’ll find out soon enough.”

He smirked at her teasing and decided to go rougher, though not faster. He instantly knew he made the right choice because her hand on him became sloppy as if forgotten, and her legs started spreading as if to give him more space. He prioritized his thumb over her clit in wide rough circles and her waist started bucking. He pulled away to look at her and surely enough she was close to falling apart. 

She looked at him through puckered eyebrows almost pleadingly and he licked his lips, wishing for nothing but the moment when it would happen. Suddenly she gasped and arched her back, then a roll of moans echoed from deep inside her throat. He fucked her with his fingers, completely absorbed by the sensual sounds her beautiful self was producing, and when she calmed down, he couldn’t contain his pride. He made her fall apart, he played her correctly and created that music through her. He felt honored and happy and extremely turned on, and she knew it because she immediately tightened her grip on his dick and hastened the movements.

“Did you like it? How I sound when I come?”

He opened his eyes which had closed momentarily to look at her pink cheeks and shiny eyes. She looked satisfied and hungry at the same time. His lips pulled — nymph was the right word for her.

“Definitely, yes,” he groaned quietly.

“I know you did,” she smiled and looked down. He was covered with precum, it was the perfect lube for her hand. “Have you wondered what I taste like?”

He blinked, his brain freezing for a second, and then he moved the hand covered in her slick still in her core. He could find out.

But she quickly stopped him, “No.” His hand stopped, though his mouth was open and waiting. “Not yet, you can find out after.”

“After?”

“After.”

Then she reached for his glistening hand and guided it to her mouth. She licked his wet fingers and sucked on them all while she kept pumping him. 

He groaned. “Is it good?” He asked, completely beside himself.

She chuckled, “You’ll find out in a minute.”

“I will?”

She smiled teasingly, still playing with his fingers and her tongue. “If I’m lucky.”

He groaned through a smile; he wanted to lick her and find out. He wanted to discover everything tonight.

“Where do I come?”

She smiled, “Make my hands messy.”

He looked down at her hands on him, on his tip and base working on him perfectly, then at her body, her lean legs, female curves, the line of her chest in between her modest cleavage, and then at his hand on her chin, now fully cleaned as she looked at him with hunger. He felt a prickle of embarrassment, she was looking at him making faces, but she looked absolutely invested. He dared think she was really into him, that a beautiful nymph like her would look at him twice and be interested in his pleasure, and that pushed him over. The thought of being with her and her wanting to be with him was enough to make him grunt deeply and pop. He grabbed her hands around him so he could slide in them pleasurably as his warm cum collected there and dripped on the sheets. 

When he finished, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He didn’t see her smile, nor was he bothered when she got up and went to wash her hands in the bathroom, he just sighed. That felt good, being there was good. He craved that satisfaction though he very rarely attained it. He sighed again.

She came back and laid on the bed again, prompting him to do the same. Their breaths were normal now, but whereas he was still processing, she was smiling playfully.

“Not having condoms sucks,” she puffed and he nodded. “But we can still have fun.”

He adjusted the pillow under him, wanting so much for that to be so when he suddenly gasped.

He got up and reached for his wallet in his blazer on the floor, and opened it. It took some effort, but very safely hidden was a wrapper that he waved victoriously. 

She grinned, “Good job! That’s a nice party trick.”

He smiled in embarrassment, “I didn’t even remember about it, it’s been there since—” His voice died when he turned the wrapper around, and then he closed his eyes.

“What?” She asked, curious. She sat up and took it from him since he wasn’t reacting, and when she saw it, she fell on the bed and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t!”

He was blushing in embarrassment, “It’s really been there for years, I don’t even remember when I put it there…”

She was still laughing, “Clearly! I mean, how long do condoms stay good? Five years?”

He tried taking it from her by leaning on her, “Well, we don’t have to use it, forget I—”

She hid it between her hand and her chest and raised her eyebrows, “Are you joking? Using an expired one is better than nothing, we’re using it.” Her voice was so firm he stopped in his tracks. “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“I want to,” he breathed immediately, eying her under him. He didn’t even realize he was shamelessly admitting to wanting her that badly, he was just enamored by the sight of her smiling teasingly.

“Then we have that to look forward to,” she smiled, putting it aside on the bed before raising her hands to feel his torso through his shirt. “How tired are you?”

“Not tired,” he murmured.

She grinned and her hands reached his back, “How fast do you recover?”

His cheeks warmed up wildly, “I… it depends…”

“Tonight. How much can I hope to have from you?”

Her hands on him mixed with her words were making him hot and unable to think. “I don’t know, it’s been a while since I… needed to perform like that.”

Her smile softened, “Let's find out together then. For now… I want to strip you.” His eyes roamed down her lilac dress for a second before trailing back up to find her tongue between her teeth. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” 

She sat up, forcing him to move out of the way. Every yes of his sounded like a sigh, almost like happiness or relief for her having taken the initiative. She had no problems with that, but she would love it if he would relax. Maybe he would as they got comfortable.

Being naked always meant a significant amount of vulnerability and they were both aware of that. They kissed slowly while comfortably sitting in bed as they helped each other take off each piece of clothing at their own rhythm. He took most of his off first, starting with his waistcoat, shirt, inner tee shirt, then his slacks but not without getting rid of his shoes and socks first. She giggled when he made his shoes flip in the air with how fast he tried taking them off, and he smiled at her. He laid back down in bed and traced her uncovered legs. She still had her dress on and he pecked her cheek almost reverently before asking, “Where’s the zipper?”

She smiled, he was so cute. “On the back.”

She got up from the bed and turned her back so he could take care of pulling the zipper all the way down. He traced her back skin softly as he guided the strips to fall from her shoulders, then contoured the bands of her bra.

“Can I take it off?”

“I was hoping you would.”

He unhooked the hook quickly and traced her skin again slowly, this time leaning in to nuzzle it softly as he pulled everything off. She felt goosebumps all over, a wave of warmth invading her as she forgot how to breathe. He was so delicate and reverent that she felt like the most precious person he ever touched, and she was into that. It turned her on like crazy to be treated adoringly and he was hitting all the right keys.

She turned to him so he could push her strapless bra off and fully lay her bare, and he didn’t disappoint. He gently pulled it off along with the dress that fell to the floor, and his eyes roamed her body hungrily. She was so beautiful and elegant that he was totally hypnotized. 

He didn’t ask for permission and just dove for her chest, lowering himself to reach those wonderful perky nipples and take one in his mouth and another in his hand. He truly didn’t know how long his body would take to react or how he would perform, but he was happy that just seeing her naked immediately pumped him up. He sat on the bed and pulled her by the waist to continue the ministrations of his tongue, lips, and teeth on her chest while she moaned breathlessly and petted his hair. His hands lowered to the small of her back, then to her ass and he squeezed, feeling his hard dick throb inside his trunks. That was the finest offering he could ever have had and he wanted it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her in between switching nipples in his mouth, with wet traces and suckling sounds. His hands squeezed her asscheeks again, making her moan. “So beautiful. I need to have you,” he admitted, tracing his hands to pull her panties down.

His lips descended to her stomach before his hands pulled her to support her knees on either side of him. Suddenly, though, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her so he could lay her in bed under him. She giggled when her hair splayed over the bed and she looked down at him.

“It looks like you’re ready again,” she pointed out.

He didn’t need to look at the tent in his trunks. “I am, but I want to taste you first.”

Her lips pulled in amusement as he leaned to trail down her body with kisses, focusing on her mound and inner thighs to her delight. She was trembling involuntarily when his lips brushed hers and she squirmed in both want and shyness. He licked her across her slit, taking in her flavor, then he chuckled, unsurprised.

“Of course, you’d be delicious too,” he muttered before getting down to business.

Angie moaned breathlessly and more and more as his tongue circled her clit. Her eyes were closed as she gripped the sheets, so completely focused on what he was doing. She cursed herself for having had one orgasm already because that would make it harder right now for him. He didn’t look like he wanted to give up, but she didn’t want to tire him.

“You’re so sexy,” he still encouraged her, which invariably kept on melting her. “Make that sound again,” he asked as he suckled on her clit. 

She did the sound he wanted but gritted her teeth. She was needy. “I want you,” she asked, as soon as she could breathe.

He smiled with glistening lips as he used two fingers to feel her tightness. “That’s a good idea… I was hoping to make you come first, though…”

God, he was so freaking adorable she couldn’t handle it. “Give me a second.”

She reached to stop his hand and gently move him away, and he let her. She got up and reached for something in her bag — a black cloth bag. She grabbed it and then threw it on the bed.

“What’s this?” Namjoon reached to grab it and immediately figured it out. “Oh, I see.”

She hopped on the bed next to him. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she pleaded, suddenly worried. He looked let down despite his smile. “You’ll get me there, but since I already had an orgasm, you’ll probably lose the ability to move your jaw and you might need it tomorrow.” He chuckled at the way she put it and she felt confident in touching him again. “You were doing it wonderfully though,” she smiled, looking down. “And I’m more than happy to return the favor.”

He pressed his lips, “That’s— Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

She smiled and reached for the vibrator, “You in my mouth will be the exact thing to make me come. So will you?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Would you… let me blow you while I pleasure myself?” He raised his eyebrows further in surprise. “I mean, you can of course control the toy if you want, I just mean… that would turn me on and push me to come.”

“I can use my fingers,” he seemed to think out loud.

She tilted her head, “You can if you think you can focus on two things at once.”

“Fair point,” he chuckled again. “Multitasking is not my thing.”

She bit her lip, “Actually, if you would be into it, you could fuck my mouth.” His mouth opened. “I mean, you know, only if you’re into that.”

“I’m into that, I…” he rubbed his face to clear out his surprise. “You just keep on surprising me.”

“In a bad way?” She asked, fearful.

“No, in a good way.” He reached for her hand, “We’re actually talking about what we want and expect before doing anything, which is great.”

She smiled, “I agree. It’s… very easy to talk to you, in fact.” She looked at their hands, then at the tent in his trunks. “And it doesn’t kill your mood, which is so refreshing,” she admitted. “I love it when I can communicate what I want and like without feeling like everything is ruined.”

He chuckled, “You almost got me… but you want to include me, so that’s okay.”

“What do you mean? Almost killed your mood?”

“Yeah…” He shrugged, “When the girl you’re with seems to prefer a toy to you, I mean…”

“Wow, are you crazy?” She jumped to her knees. “I’m freaking done with toys, so done,” her tone was laced with exasperation and he smirked. She was getting on his lap and he supported her waist to sit there. “I’m one hundred percent into you,” she underlined her words softly, lacing them with want. 

Now straddling his lap, they were close and personal. She grabbed his erection through the cloth to position it so it would rub on her nicely as she moved her hips. She had to lean back and support herself on her other hand, making her a sinful view. 

He was supporting her waist while eating her with his eyes and drinking her soft moans before she sat back up. He then dove on her chest again, ravishing the flesh in range of his mouth while she moved her waist to grind his cock so slowly and gently, but enough to help him draw those lustful moans out of her. 

She gripped his hair, “Did you feel how wet I was?” He hummed while flicking his tongue on her nipple. “Then you know how much you turn me on.”

The more she moved her hips, the crazier she became with the thought of that hard cock inside her. His mouth on her chest was not making it easier.

“Fuck, I want to ride you.”

He hummed, “You want a lot of things.”

She giggled, “I do, it’s all your fault.” She bit her lip strongly and then decided to push him to lay back on the bed with her over him. “Take some responsibility, Namjoon.”

He smiled, “I will. Tell me what you want.”

She was lying completely on him and straddling his cock now felt even better. She moaned over his lips, “Stay like that and let me ride you until I come on your cock.”

He groped her hips to help her move, “That sounds doable.”

She grinned, then reached for the condom. “I hope you can resist because it’s up to you how much we can get done.”

He chuckled, “You’re giving me too much responsibility.”

“I know, I’ll try my best to make it easy for you,” she sassily said, getting off him. He removed his trunks so she could cover him with the condom. “Feel free to tell me if I feel so good you’ll burst,” she added with a sly smile, before moving onto his lap again.

“You’re very confident,” he teased, supporting her on top of him again.

She leaned on him and aimed his cock inside her, “Oh, I am.” She made it a point to take him in slowly and in stages all while nuzzling his nose and seeing his reactions. His lips were agape and eyes closed, and with every inch, his nails sank on her hips. “How long has it been since you felt a tight cunt around you?” He was trying not to groan and it rilled her up. “All dripping just waiting for you to force yourself in?” Her voice was taunting, but laced with lust. “When was the last time you had a woman like me riding your hard cock?”

He bottomed out and she could feel him twitching inside her, which had her taking deep breaths to stay calm. The fact that she was the person getting to fuck him egged her on. That sexy, interesting, and sensible guy was a treasure that she was more than willing to have.

“I can’t recall,” he admitted, panting. “But I certainly never had one with a mouth as sassy as yours.”

She giggled as he smiled. She nuzzled his nose, “I gave you a chance to fuck this sassy mouth.”

“It’s still in my plans,” he admitted, finally looking at her.

“Perfect. Now let me milk you right,” she whispered sensually before adjusting her angle to move.

He was so deep inside her that by controlling her hips reaching an orgasm would be a piece of cake. That dirty talk with him had totally turned her on and him stretching her where it counted was taking her there.

“You feel so good,” he let out, still gripping her hips as if ready to stop her at any moment.

“I know,” she cooed, kissing his cheek. “How lucky are you that I’m riding you right now?”

“Very lucky,” he breathed.

“Very fucking lucky indeed,” she groaned, biting his cheek softly. “Will you give me your cum?”

“Oh yes.”

She cursed, grinding her clit in an angle that would get her there before she fell apart in moans over his mouth. He focused on feeling her around him, taking deep breaths to take in that sensation without letting it unfocus him. Then he hugged her body and kissed her when she searched for his lips. She was blushing and glowing and it filled him with pride to see her smile.

“See how into you I am?”

He chuckled and stayed calmly in place, letting her recover from her high.

“How much would you like to fuck me right now?” She was pecking his jaw and eying him with mischief.

“A lot,” he admitted, nodding his head in confirmation.

“I do deserve it after riding you so well, no?” She nibbled on his neck and he stretched while grabbing her asscheeks.

“Oh yes, absolutely.” He couldn’t stop smiling as if he had hit a jackpot.

She bit his earlobe before sitting up and getting off him. They both noticed how absolutely covered in slick he was, and then she got all fours.

“Show me how much I deserve it,” she asked sensually, moving her blonde hair over her shoulder. He sat up and touched her hanging boobs. “Hmm, show me how much you appreciate being able to fuck me.”

He leaned to kiss her as he groped her breasts, making her puff in between their kisses, then he moved to get behind her. He groped her asscheeks, spreading them for him, and licked his lips. She looked so fucking good, like a temptation, and he wanted to bury himself balls deep.

He aimed his cock at her core and slid in quickly, grunting with the sensation. She was so tight it caused an electric wave to go up and down his spine. He moved his hips a few times and shuddered, trying to collect himself.

“Are you ready to admit I was right?”

Her tone was mocking, but he only grunted, “I can admit that you deserve a nice pounding.”

She chuckled at the way his voice was tense and his nails sank on her hips. “If you want to spank me, you can.”

He leaned in and kissed her back with a smile on his lips, “Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“Aren’t you very lucky?” He smacked her ass, making a thin moan escape her throat. “Does it change anything?” He eyed her as he fucked her slowly. “Does it change the fact that you’re dying to fuck my tight cunt?” He smacked her again and she giggled right after a moan. “I’d love for you to mark me, don’t be afraid.”

“I don’t get you… You want to be worshiped, but you also want to be used?” He cleaned the sweat off his brow. He needed to understand to be able to decide on how to go about it.

“You might use me, but it had to be me.” She was biting her lips at the pleasure shooting from his pounding cock. “You might do whatever you want to me, but the point is that you want this pussy. Only I will make you feel this way. It will always be a form of worship.”

“You do feel very good…” he admitted, then slapped her ass again. “You take my cock very well.”

She moaned between words, “Your cock is so good… I’m fucking happy I didn’t miss out on this.”

He chuckled and leaned forward to grab her tits, fucking her so deep that her moans got to a higher pitch.

“Fuck, you’re deep.”

He groaned, “You're taking me so well…”

Too well, in fact, and he straightened back up and calmed his rhythm. 

She giggled, “Too much?” He struck her asscheek so hard it echoed in the room, yet she giggled. “You’re so my type I can’t control it, I’m sorry.”

He passed his fingers over her asscheeks, “I’m your type, huh?”

She wiggled her ass as if she wanted him to move his fingers. “Cute, attentive, sexy, and smart.” He wasn’t sure where, so he moved his fingers away, but she whined. “No, touch me. You can use me, Namjoon. I talk big but I want you to fuck me so bad,” she whined, moving her hips against his for him to fuck her deeper.

He was tempted to, but first, he slid his fingers between her asscheeks, and she trembled. She incentivized him with her bucked movements until he rubbed her asshole, making her moan deeper.

“You like that?”

She moaned again and he decided to rub it at the same rhythm he fucked her. Her asshole started twitching, and when it did he felt it around his cock too. She was getting tighter and wetter and he was completely up to his limit.

“Am I milking you right?” She asked in a breathy voice.

“Yeah, I’m close. I’ll stop playing with you and fuck you now, okay?”

He didn’t see the way she paused and blinked her eyes, confused. “Wh—?”

He positioned himself better behind her and unleashed his energy. He didn’t care how or what he was doing, as long as his cock was ramming right into her every time and hitting deep. Her thin moans were uncontrollable and music to his ears. She wanted to milk him, she deserved a good fucking, and he was going to give it to her.

Her face landed on the pillow as she started losing grip and he angled deeper. She could not think with the fast pace he was entering her, and all the sloppy sounds and slaps were just the icing on top. She never got to shut her brain off, but just there that’s exactly what happened and it was bliss. Her hand darted to her clit, which was covered in her juices, and she moaned desperately for her release. She wasn't planning on it, but she was beyond being organized and structured; that kind of pleasure was not premeditated or controlled, it was imposed.

He leaned on her and was talking to her but she couldn’t really register. 

“Yeah?” She finally caught him saying. “You want it? Come for me. Come on my cock with me.”

Her brain lit up like a firework popping and she moaned in a frenzy, cumming so hard he had to hold her hips in place or she would have fallen apart away from him. Her pleasure rippled and rippled until she was left a void drooling mess and it was… odd. Satisfyingly so.

He got off her and laid next to her, pulling her to fall to the sheets by his side gently. “Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of concern as he pulled her hair out of her face.

She was still panting with her mouth open, and she blinked. It took her a moment to react.

“What… What the hell was that?”

“What?” 

“You— how did you—?” She opened and closed her eyes. “I’m so mind-blown right now.”

He grinned happily as they tangled their legs together. “In a good way, right?”

She was still shocked, “You— You’re good. My god, are you fucking good. That had never happened to me before.”

“What?”

“My brain shutting down like that,” she shrugged, hugging herself in bewilderment.

He scooted closer and hugged her, “It was good then.”

“It was awesome, it’s what it was.”

Her tone was so firm he just smiled, “I’m happy.”

She reached to trace his jaw with her hand. “You really are something.”

He tapped their foreheads and looked deeply into her eyes. “So are you.”

They were left sweating and calming down, but eventually, the lethargy became too much. As if on automatic pilot, she got up to pee and he took care of the condom and did the same. In minutes they both threw themselves in bed and snuggled together to sleep relaxedly.

Despite her sluggishness, Angie eventually woke up and looked around, confused. She thought it was the jetlag still messing with her after three days. She reached for her phone: 5h53. She sighed deeply and put her phone away, she could still sleep.

Then someone moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and she closed her eyes. For a split second she thought she had dreamed of him, but that fresh, citrus, and woody scent reminded her that it was all real. She turned, still under his arm, and he leaned to unite their foreheads, still in his sleep. She looked at him with a small smile, feeling so relaxed. She didn’t know how he managed to make her like that but it was certainly something to be praised.

She closed her eyes, ready to fall back asleep, when his nose started nuzzling hers softly. She sighed and hugged him closer — she was awake, and they could do whatever he wanted. His lips fell on hers gently and she smiled at his delicateness and gentlemanly actions. They kissed slowly and softly for a while before she moved her hand to trail his torso. She was getting hotter and she felt like there was still so much of him she hadn't explored.

He seemed to get hot as well and reach for her to come closer, taking equal opportunity to touch her. She squeezed his shoulder in incentive for him to do as he pleased and couldn’t contain the moans as he did. He felt and groped her curves firmly, and when she evaded his mouth so she could breathe out a moan, he quickly caught her neck skin in between his teeth. She scratched his skin and grazed his scalp in approval and rolled with him immediately once he got on top of her.

His kisses were more demanding, but she was completely on the same wavelength. She wanted him to take her, to touch her, and handle her however he saw fit. He had earned that.

He trailed down her neck and quickly made his stop on her chest. His tongue and mouth were warm and wet and she squirmed with want, opening her legs instantly. He bit her once, twice and it only vexed her more; she was already so ready for his touch.

His fingers brushed her folds before searching for her wetness and she stopped breathing, completely focused on what was going to happen next. He was eying her attentively, feeling that shift on her chest. He removed his fingers, which made her raise an eyebrow, but his intentions immediately became clear. He gave her one last kiss before moving down so that his mouth could now reach her mound, and she trembled.

His lips brushed hers softly and increasingly with more pressure until his tongue opened her up and started licking her. She gasped for air with the way he seemed to want to lick her slit clean, knowing perfectly well that was the way to just make her even wetter. His hands grabbed her hips to stay in place when his mouth moved over her clit and he was not gentle. She writhed under him with whiny moans, she could feel his smile on her as he licked her clit deliciously.

She couldn’t stop squirming and trying to escape it while simultaneously being annoyed whenever he lost contact with her bud. She started moving her hips and her moans dragged.

“Use your lips,” she pleaded, and the sensation became less wet but firmer. “Yeah, like that.”

She was unaware of his eyes on her seeing her oscillate with her pleasure hungrily. He was trying to keep a steady pace for her, but she was making it hard.

Then she suddenly propped on her elbows, “Let me ride your mouth.”

He raised his eyebrows and gave her one last kiss. She seemed to realize what she had just said while he licked his lips and sat up.

She was blushing hard, “I mean if you’re okay with that.”

He was already lying down, pushing the pillow away. “I’m more than okay with that, come here.”

She took the hand he was offering and got on her knees. She then passed a leg over him so she would sit on his belly. She was trying her hardest not to just jump on his glistening mouth, out of respect, but he incentivized her by pushing the small of her back in his direction. That along with his hand still holding hers for support just pushed her to raise and sit where she wanted to with a deep sigh.

She cursed, “Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?”

His hands felt her hips firmly before he moved so his lips could disappear under her and she gasped. He felt too fucking good, she would come in a literal minute if he kept—

She sucked in a moany breath and started bucking her hips as gently as she could. He was a fucking sin with the way he managed to suckle on her clit every time it passed his mouth, just to escape it seconds later. And yet every time she did her circular hip movement, he was right there waiting, pressing her hips down so that the rub would be as intense as possible. She was too turned on, too far off, so when his nails sank into her skin to keep her close, she only needed a few seconds to fall apart.

He licked her and mouthed her roughly as she came, keeping her core as close to his mouth as possible. She had to whine because of the overstimulation, and only then did he let go. She stumbled back, completely alienated on how to control her own body, but he had her. He quickly reached to support her back so she wouldn’t just fall and instead helped her sit back on his lap graciously. 

He sat up and brushed her hair away from her red hot face, “You make the most beautiful sounds.”

She opened her glistening eyes to him and chortled, “You make me do them.”

He grinned happily, “I do.”

She was still recovering from the hastened heartbeat in her chest, but she reached to kiss him nonetheless. His mouth tasted of her and it burned her. She bit his lip, clenching around nothing. She shouldn’t feel possessive, but she couldn’t help it.

“Remember my sassy mouth?”

He cupped her neck and kissed the corner of her mouth, “I do.”

“I don’t think I can articulate much yet, but how about doing what you planned?”

He chuckled at the hint of neediness in her voice. “You mean you blowing me while you pleasure yourself?”

“Or you fucking my mouth, whichever you prefer,” she sighed, nuzzling his nose.

He brushed his nose back on hers and hummed for a moment.

“We can start with you and see how you feel.”

She pecked his lips and immediately moved away. She grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor before kneeling on it, then she tapped the edge of the bed.

“Come here.”

He moved to sit there with his legs around her and she drew closer, leaning down to kiss his crotch and belly before nuzzling her way down to his balls. 

He grabbed her hair out of the way without any pressure whatsoever and just stayed with his mouth agape looking at the way she was licking and nibbling his balls gently. She was soft and mindful of hurting him, but quick and sloppy as if she was hungry and it filled him with anticipation. 

By the time she licked up his shaft, she was already drooling and she looked up to see him, to make sure he knew that. She wanted that, she wanted to taste him, to drive him wild into coming and giving everything he had.

She took his tip in and remembered well how he liked pressure there more than speed, and she got to it immediately. She sucked hard on his head while she bobbed her head in short movements, making her best to keep that pressure constant. The way he groaned and tightened his grip around her hair melted her and gave her even more energy. His girth was wide enough that her jaw would hurt for sure after the fact, but that would not be the thing to make her stop.

She added her tongue to the mix, flicking it and searching for the place that made him moan the hardest while she suckled on him.

She must have done something right because his taste hit her taste buds and she moaned. He tasted sweet and delicate and she guessed then that if she wanted the full taste she had to go for it. She was drooling with how much she wanted it and she didn’t realize how much she was pushing him until he groaned loudly and put one hand on her neck to gently guide her out.

She raised her head with a pop of her lips, keeping his hard dick pointing at her with her hands. Its glistening reddened tip was tempting her and she couldn’t look away.

“That was close,” he mumbled, and she finally looked up.

He was panting and he reached to wipe the thin coat of sweat off his brow. He looked down at her and she could only curve her lips in amusement.

“Why did you stop me? I was having a blast.”

She sounded playful and he chuckled, “Well, you never told me where to come. Plus,” he moved away from her to reach for something on the bedside table. “You wanted to pleasure yourself.”

She lowered her eyes to his open hand and saw her vibrator.

She grimaced in disbelief, “You stopped our fun for that?”

“I want you to feel good,” he smiled sheepishly.

Her eyebrows jumped, “How do you think I’ve been feeling so far?!”

He grinned with a hint of shyness, and pride, and she bit her lip down hard so she wouldn’t bite him.

“You said me in your mouth was the thing to make you come… and I don’t want to steal that opportunity from you.”

Her chin dropped in shock, then she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. We’re taking care of you right now and you’re still worried about me?” She reached suddenly for his lips and he supported her through their kiss with gentleness. “You can’t be real,” she whispered, nuzzling his nose before going back down on her knees. “You just can’t be.”

He didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t give him the time to think of something.

“You should come in my mouth,” she told him, grabbing the egg-shaped vibrator. “I need to know how you taste. You can get up and fuck me whenever you want, just please don’t do it too harshly because I gag easily.” She spread her legs a bit so she could accommodate the vibrator. “And if I start coming, do not stop. In fact, I might get sloppy, so take matters into your own hands.” She raised an eyebrow, “Did I forget something?”

“No, ma'am.”

He was smiling in a tease and she pursed her lips before looking down. His cock twitched under her gaze and she looked back up. He didn’t need to ask for attention, so she guessed it was involuntary, which made it even hotter.

She sighed as she took him inside her mouth again and she made sure to take him all the way in comfortably a few times to show him where he could go. He didn’t fit completely in, so despite his moans she hoped he had paid attention.

Only then did she turn on the vibrator and hummed instantly. She was not going to last, she was certain. She was immensely turned on, any nudge in the right direction was enough.

She bucked her hips on the toy and used that same rhythm in her mouth. It was harder to stay focused and she started moaning quickly out of the sheer pleasure shooting through her. He had such a good fucking cock that fit in her mouth perfectly and would spray her full soon. He couldn’t help himself, she would blow him just right until he would pop. He knew deep down that he had no choice. He wanted to come for her, to fill her up, he was helpless. If she wanted it, he had to give it to her, and if he tried holding back, she would blow him and ride him until he blew.

Thoughts like those drove her insane, and his dick in her mouth was exactly what brought to life all of her fantasies. In minutes her whines gained a pitch and he should know by now that meant she was right on the verge of her orgasm. Her hand on his base lost grip, and her lips became less taut, allowing for her drool to drip down his shaft, and he knew what to do.

He got up and she moved with him, allowing him to grab her head and gain complete reign over everything. She let him do it and in seconds her orgasm invaded her, making her moan deeply. And he grunted with those sounds because he could reach her throat that much easier, interrupting them with every thrust. It was so fucking hot that he had no problems in just leaping through it as soon as he could confidently say her orgasm was done.

Then she hummed as his cum started dripping on her mouth and her lips became taut again. She sucked him neatly and swallowed him dry as he did his best efforts to contain his hips jerking. He was still holding her hair and head, and her mouth felt so wet and tight he had to take a deep breath, mastering himself until the end.

He sighed as the pleasure dissipated gently, then let her head go. She pulled out and looked up at him with a sly smile.

“You… are fucking great.”

He broke down laughing quietly and she did the same, holding his hands to get up and stand tall. He immediately supported her lower back and neck and drew her in for a kiss. His tongue licked hers and danced with hers, not bothered in the slightest by his own taste. 

He pecked her nose and she sighed. “I could sleep a bit more.”

He smiled, “Me too.”

He let her go just enough for the both of them to get under the sheets again and snuggled her when she came closer, hiding her face on his chest.

They drifted off asleep almost instantly, and so it felt like in the same breath they woke up. They were startled by the knocking loud sounds on the door and she pulled away to blink at him in bewilderment. He had a quizzical eyebrow raised and she had her brow creased, completely dumbfounded.

A woman started yelling in Korean and Angie’s expression became almost comical as she sat up, trying but unable to understand a single word. Namjoon sat up too.

“Late! Late!”

“I’m coming! One minute!” Angie finally yelled, and then it quieted down. It had worked, whoever it was left. “What the—”

“She says you’re late, the bride is asking for you.”

She turned to him, then blinked — of course he understood that. She frowned and searched for her phone, “We just drifted off a minute ago, how—”

She gasped and jumped off the bed in two seconds. She had missed calls, and Hyejin had sent her a roll of messages. She played the last audio.

“Angie! Where are you?! I don’t know if I should be concerned or angry, should I call the police?! I need my bridesmaid, I’m almost done and you’re not here! I’m going to cry, please don’t disappear on my wedding day!”

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Indeed it was almost ten in the morning. She turned to Namjoon, who was now getting up with his phone in hand.

“They’re looking for me too.”

“How the heck did my alarm not ring?” Angie groaned.

“It doesn’t matter,” he reminded her, holding her arms. “I’ll leave you to get ready and go and do the same.” She shuddered and nodded. He was so fucking sexy just calming her down like that and focusing her on what mattered. “Will I… see you later?”

She smirked, “If Hyejin doesn’t kill me or kick me out, yes.”

He smiled and turned to search for his clothes and put them on. She grabbed her phone and tapped to record an audio.

“I’m so sorry, Hyejin, my alarm didn’t go off. I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in ten minutes. Stay calm, I love you.”

She sent it quickly and turned to the man in her bedroom. She felt butterflies in her stomach and swallowed them. She probably shouldn’t, she was an adult and she knew how those things went. Still, he wasn’t out of the room yet and she was too tempted. 

So while he bent over to put his shoes on, she walked up to him and held his jaw for him to rise back up. She kissed him softly and he stood up by himself, supporting her arms as he did.

Then she pulled back with a small smile. “I’ll see you soon.”

Namjoon nodded and saw her disappear into the bathroom. He shook his head to get the image of her lean back and perky ass out of his mind and turned to leave. Her shower started just before he closed the door behind him.

He rushed down the corridor and used the stairs to go up to his room. He was super fast and ignored the people in the corridor, even though the chances that they were any of the guys were high. He needed to get ready quickly, he also didn’t want to stress Hyejin or miss anything. It was a special day for her and he definitely wanted to be there, they were close friends.

He showered and got ready as fast as he could. He was putting on his gray blazer when someone knocked hastily on his bedroom door and he ran to open it.

On the other side, Jin had wide shocked eyes. In fact, six pairs of eyes were gawking at him.

“Hi guys—”

“He’s here!” Jin yelled, despite the others being equally aware.

“He wasn't here before,” Hoseok frowned, confused.

“Where were you?!” Jimin asked with a scoff.

“Were you hiding somewhere hyung?” Taehyung asked.

They were barging in the room as if searching for something and he had no chances to say anything.

“Where would he hide?” Yoongi whined, with a puff. “Let’s just go, the wedding is in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, I want to catch breakfast,” Jungkook rubbed his hands together.

“We just had breakfast,” Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, right, you missed breakfast,” Jin turned to Namjoon and pointed it out with a shrug.

“Well, you know, second breakfast,” Jungkook said slowly.

“What are you, a hobbit?” Jimin laughed coming from the bathroom with Taehyung. Were they looking for something?

“No, but these things always drag on,” Jungkook pouted.

“That’s very true,” Jin agreed. "We're going to be hungry."

“We’re going to be late,” Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Where were you anyway, hyung?” Jimin asked, seemingly confident he couldn’t find anything suspicious in his room.

“What do you mean where…” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck while heading for the door. “Let’s g—”

“Why is your bed still made?”

The room quieted down and everyone turned to look at Taehyung, who was standing right beside the bed eying it suspiciously. They all could see in an instant that he was correct, his bed was perfectly made.

Namjoon scoffed, “What do you mean? I always make the bed when I wake up.”

“That’s true,” Jungkook murmured and Yoongi nodded.

“But this perfectly?” Taehyung insisted.

Jimin jumped on the bed and raised something above his head with a victorious chant, “Ah! The chocolate is still under his pillow!”

Everyone then turned to Namjoon to complain.

“It would have melted.”

“What melted, it would have fallen.”

“You should have eaten it.”

“No one leaves the chocolate there.”

“The bed is too perfect, just me jumping on it made more of a mark than your sleep.”

“If you were here before, why didn’t you respond when we came to call you for breakfast?”

“And why did you not answer your phone?” Jimin added, remembering it suddenly.

The room quieted down for a few seconds and most eyes fell on Namjoon, who just frowned in confusion. 

Thankfully, Jungkook rubbed his chin and tried, “Maybe he was in the shower…”

“For an hour?” Taehyung scoffed.

“His hair is wet right now, you just showered right?” Jin smirked playfully.

Jin’s question was the last straw and Namjoon just sighed, turned, and walked out the door.

“We’re going to be late.”

The guys whined after him, with Taehyung closing the door behind them all before yelling across the corridor, “Where did you sleep?!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened in a second out of sheer embarrassment before he groaned and turned to go down the stairs with the other six trailing him. He could not be stuck with them in an elevator right now and he needed to burn the energy that stress was causing.

It’s not like he couldn’t tell them, he thought, as they exited the staircase towards the lobby. He quickly rushed to the balcony of the hotel that led to the garden where the wedding ceremony would be held. There, fortunately, the class and formality of the event quieted the others down. He hoped it would distract them enough as he walked quietly to the beverages table and got himself a coffee. 

He could tell them, but he wondered if it was correct to do so. He didn’t kiss and tell, that would be rude of him. Additionally, she would be there at the party and if they met her, it could be weird if they knew. What if they said stupid things or insinuated something, he would die with the embarrassment not to mention he wanted to see her again. 

I’ll see you soon.

He blushed and it wasn’t from the hot coffee. He wanted to see her again.

“Seriously, hyung.” He turned and Taehyung was there, reaching to grab a coffee too. “I won’t tell anyone, but the curiosity is killing me.”

Namjoon licked his lips and looked around them. There were definitely too many people there, so he started walking as if nonchalantly wanting to walk the gardens. Taehyung followed him.

“Hyung! Trust me, I just—”

“I wasn’t in my room, alright?” Namjoon turned suddenly, almost spilling both their drinks but Taehyung stopped in his tracks before they could clash.

Taehyung grinned widely, “Ah, I knew it!” He was so giddy he would be jumping right now if it wasn’t for the drink. “Who is she? We saw you with a girl yesterday, you guys were talking.” Namjoon groaned and pressed his temples. The lack of sleep was making his head hurt. “Is it her?”

“Excuse me.”

Both men turned, one with panicked eyes, the other with a pout.

“We’re rounding up everyone for the ceremony to start,” the lady told them politely with a bow.

Namjoon bowed back and took the opportunity to drag Taehyung along, “Not a word of this. I’ll tell you, but not now. Please, let’s keep it quiet.”

He gave him a pleading look and Taehyung smiled, “Not a word, hyung. You can trust me.”

They went straight to their seats on the bride’s side, second row, all to themselves. Most people were already there and ready.

“Where were you?” Jin whispered in a scolding tone.

“Coffee,” Taehyung answered sheepishly, sipping on his paper cup. Jimin eyed him suspiciously, but Taehyung had the most angelical expression on.

Namjoon was unaware of this however because his eyes were avidly searching for someone. And luckily for him, he didn’t have to wait long. Music started to play and people started making their way down the aisle. He nodded at the groom and some groomsmen he knew. Everyone bowed when the parents of the groom passed, then the mother of the bride. And finally, there was someone that passed that stole his breath away.

Angie was wearing a dark blue dress that delineated her curves beautifully. Her blonde hair was falling on her right shoulder in delicate waves and her cleavage was deep, though not too flashy. She was smiling the whole time, and the corners of her lips twitched when her eyes finally fell on him. He had no idea what kind of face he was making, but only when she passed by him did he blink and break the spell. 

Hyejin was of course stunning and nearly crying in happiness as she passed by her friends and family, and Namjoon felt his eyes wet at the sight of her. He glanced to check on the others and everyone was smiling the same, only Yoongi looked down for a moment while Hyejin was left by her dad to her fiancé at the altar. 

The ceremony was beautiful and everyone cheered and whistled when they finally kissed as husband and wife. The tables for lunch had been set on the other side of the garden and everyone made their way there after passing by the bride and groom to congratulate them.

As people who stood up front, BTS were one of the first to approach them. Namjoon was behind Yoongi in line, who seemed to want to avoid the moment, but Namjoon wasn’t having it. He knew Yoongi hated feelings, but it was an important moment for Hyejin and—

“You look beautiful,” Namjoon heard Yoongi say quietly. 

Namjoon thought it was weird that was all Yoongi said, instead of congratulations and lots of happiness on your marriage. His eyebrows jumped at the way Yoongi and Hyejin were just staring into each other’s eyes, and he looked away quickly. Whatever story they might or not once had just ended, and he felt for Yoongi. Namjoon knew he would never say anything, no matter the words that crossed his mind right now. 

He looked up in time to see Yoongi’s pressed lips as he walked away, and then Hyejin’s eyes filled with tears. Namjoon stepped in quickly to hug her and hide her from the world, and she took the opportunity instantly.

“It’s okay,” he whispered against her head, kissing it. She was grabbing him for dear life. “You look stunning, like the brightest of stars, the most perfect flower.” She sobbed once in his chest and he kissed her head again. “We’re all happy for you. We support you no matter what.”

She chuckled and pulled away, cleaning her tears quickly. “Yeah.” She swallowed, “I’m just emotional today.”

He nodded and reached for her hand then kissed it. “We love you, don’t forget that.”

Hyejin smiled, but her lips trembled. Namjoon was ready to move along but Hyejin tightened her grip on his hand and pulled him to lean in, “I’ll say this quickly before I lose the chance to. You and Angie are my closest friends. You guys are a match made in heaven. Don’t hurt her.” He pulled away with wide eyes and she smirked, “Don’t worry, I told her the exact same thing.”

She squeezed his hand and then let it go. He pressed his lips as he processed all those emotions and walked to join the rest of the members at their lunch table. 

The party dragged on, and by the time everyone was celebrating and having lunch together, the seat to the right of Namjoon and the left of Jungkook was still empty.

“Who the hell is ‘Angie’ anyway?” Jungkook read with a stutter.

Namjoon pressed his lips as they all dug into the food. He wasn’t sure how to answer that—

“Hi again.”

All seven men stopped eating to see the woman dragging the chair to sit down. She smiled at them with individual nods, smiling a little wider to Jungkook as she sat beside him. Namjoon pressed his lips at this, he wasn’t sure how to take that smile—

“Did you have any trouble making it in time?” She leaned in to ask in his ear, and he immediately felt a blush creep in on his cheeks.

“No, I was fine,” he whispered back in English, trying not to combust. Fortunately, none of the others could understand them. “You?”

Angie puffed as she got ready to taste the appetizer, “Hyejin almost bit my head off.” She hummed at how good it was then smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to tell her.” She looked worried as she waited for his reaction. “It was a survival instinct.”

He grinned, “I understand. She sounded… authoritarian when she, uh… commented about it.”

Angie’s eyes widened, “Oh no… Did she…?” He nodded and Angie sighed. “I'm so sorry. Damn it, I didn’t imagine she would bother you about it.”

He chuckled, “She told you the exact same she told me.” Angie tried eating a bite as she pondered on what to say. “She seems rather protective of us.”

She grinned, “She does, doesn’t she?”

They were interrupted when celebrations started among tables with people giving their speeches and Angie stayed quiet. Despite being a bridesmaid, Hyejin knew why she didn’t want to do a speech — she didn’t speak Korean. She was there to support her best friend, but she knew she wouldn’t really partake in the party.

Namjoon was sweet and translated most of what was happening so she wouldn’t feel left out, and she was thankful. She could sense the other guys’ eyes on her and she decided to become even more invisible.

She lost track of time, they were waiting for dessert when the man on her right side drew her attention.

“Who… are you?”

His English was probably not good, but she smiled at his effort. “I’m Angie,” she answered, bowing shortly.

“I’m Jungkook,” he answered, with a hand on his chest. “Who…” He looked over at Namjoon and she opened her mouth, then closed it.

Her Korean was truly rudimentary so she tried remembering. She knew the word for friend, but she was stomped on how to explain—

“You can say it, I’ll translate,” Namjoon offered with a smile.

“I don’t want to bother you,” she answered with a pained smile.

“You’re not.” 

His eyes didn’t rest on her like she hoped they would, and she tried not to feel discouraged. 

“I’m Hyejin’s friend. We were roommates for six years in college, so we became pretty close.”

He translated it and all the guys hummed. Another one asked something.

“Jimin asks if you’re also a physician.”

“No, I’m a physicist.” She smiled, then chuckled at their confusion. “Close, but not quite the same.”

She asked about them and was surprised to find they were all singers and idols. They were all very good-looking, but then again so was everyone in Hyejin’s entourage. It made sense because her father and now husband worked in the music industry, but it was always shocking to meet someone seemingly normal but who was truly so rich and famous.

Which reminded her of who she had slept with last night. She kept chatting with them while in the back of her mind, she considered this. Namjoon was too great, it was hard to believe, but then again not that much. He was smart, sensible, polite, hot, and a good lover. She almost scoffed in disbelief, how was he still single? But he had to be, if not for Namjoon not saying anything, at least Hyejin would have when she told her they had spent the night together. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names,” she smiled. “Jungkook,” she pointed at the man on her right, who smiled.

One by one they presented each other and she tried not to give it away, but her eyes fell back on Yoongi. So that was the famed Yoongi. She didn’t mean this musically, of course, she didn’t know anything about that.

They chatted and when the party progressed and they got up to get drinks, she smiled and let them go. She was surprised when Namjoon came back with a flute of champagne for her.

“Thank you.”

He nodded with a smile and sat back down.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” he answered, sipping on his wine.

“Do you know anything about Hyejin and that guy, Yoongi?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “Well… I mean, I know something but…”

She leaned towards him and whispered, “Will you tell me? It’s a big mystery to me, it’s the only guy she ever spoke about in college.” Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “She clearly liked him, but when she came back here I guess she chose someone else. It always confused me.” 

Namjoon looked down and nodded as Angie smiled at Hyejin dancing with her dad.

“This is a secret, I think I’m the only one of the guys who knows,” he started and she zipped her lips closed.

“My lips are sealed. You and I are the only ones that know about this, then.”

He nodded. “We grew up together, she’s Jungkook’s age.” He eyed Angie, suddenly realizing that she was also Jungkook’s age. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and he shook his head. “Yeah, so I have known her the longest since I was the first to join the company, and she reminded me of my younger sister, so we became close. Then Yoongi joined and she was struck. She was only fourteen but she crushed on him hard. For years, she hung out with all of us, but she was head over heels for him.”

Angie chuckled, “You mean getting all quiet and red around him?” He nodded. “I’ve seen that, but only in passing. She dated in college, but it was never really serious. She was always hung up on someone from here,” Angie continued with a sad shrug. “One time she got drunk and wailed about the ‘cream’ incident.”

Namjoon was shocked, “You know about that?” She nodded. “You have to tell me!” Her eyebrows jumped. “No one knows what happened, Yoongi never said anything. It’s probably the only secret they both kept from us. Or at least from me.”

She eyed him with squinted eyes, “Hmm, are you trustworthy with such sensitive information?”

His jaw dropped and then he sat up straight, “I thought we were sharing secrets…”

She grinned, “We are… You’ll keep it a secret?”

“I’ll take it with me to my grave.” He promised with a hand over his chest, then his eyebrows puckered. He had said that before.

“It’s silly, really. Basically, when she was eighteen, before she came to the US, she found Yoongi in the kitchen with a can of whipped cream. I think they played for it or something, but it basically exploded on them and covered them up. She was really worried about upsetting him, so she tried to clean him up and I think things got heated. She might have removed her shirt, or his, I don’t remember, but I do know that he grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly pushed her to stand away, then he ran off.” Her smile vanished as she remembered Hyejin telling her this. “She regretted never confronting him about it, or telling him how she felt.” Namjoon stayed quiet. “She saw that as a rejection, but she never had the guts to confirm it.”

“We never knew about that. We only ever saw them covered in cream and they both refused to say anything about it. We even thought they were dating, but they both denied it.”

“I don’t think they ever dated,” Angie commented, glancing at Yoongi sipping on a drink at the bar. “Otherwise she would be marrying him.”

Namjoon nodded with a degree of sorrow, “I agree… I never saw anything that made me believe he might have feelings for her until today. I think he’s suffering in his own way.”

She sighed after they stayed quiet for a while, “That’s so sad… She’s the one that got away…”

“So is he…”

“But why? I mean, they’re both adults,” she frowned, turning to look at Namjoon. “Why did she not go for it when she came back? Was he dating someone else?”

Namjoon’s lips pulled in an attempt at a smile, “No, he wasn’t. He still isn’t.”

Her eyebrows jumped, “Wow, then why? Hyejin knows better than to suck it up—”

“He’s an idol.”

“So?”

He pressed his lips and looked down, “It’s just too complicated. They’d never have a normal relationship, and it would be a lot of pressure for her.” He raised his eyes and he wished it wasn’t hurting him that much to say those things. “She probably never asked because he would have to say no. Even if he wanted to say yes.”

Angie’s expression was pale as one of her eyebrows was lowered in subtle disagreement. She could understand what he was trying to say, but she refused to buy it.

“I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit.” Her tone was soft. “Look at him, do you think it was worth it? We talked about how success turns into emptiness. I told you that not all sacrifices are worth it, and I’m not a renowned billionaire star.” She paused. She was frowning despite not wanting to be harsh on him. She just utterly refused that thought. “If it’s like this for me, I can’t imagine how it is for him.” She looked away at Yoongi and then at Hyejin. “I hope no one else goes through the same thing.”

She dragged her chair and got up, and he stuttered to say something but was too late to stop her. He saw her walk away in between all those people and he felt powerless. What could he say? Maybe she was right. Having seen Yoongi and Hyejin grow up together, he surely would have wished it was them getting married today. In a parallel universe, maybe they were. And it was sad to think Yoongi was not as happy as he could have been, but—

“She’s pretty.”

Namjoon turned to see Yoongi sitting on Jin’s spot. Namjoon passed his hand through his hair but nodded. There was nothing to say other than agree.

“And she seems interesting too,” Yoongi mused quietly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t spend hours talking to her like no one else exists.”

Namjoon pressed his lips, unsure of what to say. “When did I—?”

“Last night,” Yoongi answered. “And today, but you said something that upset her.”

Namjoon puffed and rubbed his face. What the hell was happening with him lately?

“We were discussing you, actually,” he admitted, eying his hyung.

“Me?”

“Yes. And Hyejin.”

Yoongi held his eyes then looked down at his drink and Namjoon reached for his. He wouldn’t say more than that, they were discussing secrets after all.

“I love her.”

Namjoon almost choked and Yoongi scoffed.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know, you were probably the only one who ever noticed.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, “How are you?”

“Miserable,” he answered with a smile, then downed his drink. “I’m burying my heart today.”

Namjoon grimaced but didn’t know what to say. “Things could have been different.” Yoongi scoffed and pushed his empty glass away. “Do you regret it?”

Yoongi heaved a deep breath, “I always wanted to be successful, to have a legion of fans. To have money and comfort. To be recognized for the genius I am.” Namjoon hid his smile with his glass. “But losing her… might be the only regret in my life.”

Yoongi’s eyes were intense and had a pain contained in them that made Namjoon instantly worried. He didn’t remember ever seeing his eyes like that, though it was true that Yoongi was the most reserved of them all, especially emotionally.

“So be confident,” Yoongi told him with half a smile. “Whatever you feel or want to do, be confident. You can do it.”

“Guys, you’re not dancing!” Taehyung neared them with the rest of the gang.

“I’m not dancing,” Yoongi scoffed.

“Me neither,” Namjoon agreed with a forced smile.

Angie got back to the table and sat in her spot after giving them a small smile. The guys restarted chatting, but Namjoon couldn’t pay attention. He hadn’t turned to see her or talk to her, but her quiet presence there burned his back. There were things left unsaid between them, he just really didn’t know what he could say.

“You have something on your neck.”

He frowned at the male voice speaking in English and turned back. All men did, in fact, only to see someone familiar talking to Angie.

Jin tried to call him, “Taesun!” 

But he was dismissed quickly with a nod. Jungkook muttered something about him being in his spot, and Taehyung agreed quietly.

“What does he want?”

But Namjoon let out a deep breath. He knew exactly what he wanted. Hyejin had asked him to make sure he wouldn’t harass Angie so he should have expected it.

“Taesun—”

“I’ll be with you guys in a minute, okay?” He gave them a half-caustic smile before turning back to Angie in English. “Did you notice? Right here.”

He meant to reach the skin where her shoulder met her neck and she leaned back to dodge his hand with a frown. By doing this she almost bumped into Namjoon, who caught her shoulders gently. She felt supported by his touch, but that was her fight and she shouldn’t bother him.

“Sorry,” she bowed quietly without looking at him before turning to Taesun. “Yes, I know.” Her tone was dry as if she was being bothered, which she was. 

He smiled, maybe choosing not to see it. “Did you hit it somewhere by accident or something?”

Her lips curved, “No, I’m pretty sure it was intentional.”

Namjoon had decided to turn halfway towards his bandmates, who were listening to the conversation unapologetically despite not understanding it entirely. He couldn’t help a smile at the snarky tone of her voice, and he hid it under his hand.

“Will you dance with me?”

Namjoon’s lips pressed at the wanton tone of Taesun’s voice, and he closed his eyes. After the last words between him and Angie, he would understand it if she accepted and—

“I’m sorry, I really can’t.” Namjoon’s eyes jumped to her head, unable to hide his interest. “You see, last night I hit more places than my neck, so it would be really uncomfortable to move.”

His hand was covering his face, but anyone could tell he looked concerned. Did he hurt her somehow?

Yet Taesun chuckled and shook his head, “I got it, I got it. It’s a pity, but maybe you’ll change your mind later.”

Her lips curved in a polite smile, but she turned away quickly to grab her drink and dismiss him. The others might have not understood a word, but body language and tone of voice spoke volumes. Jungkook immediately moved once Taesun stepped away to occupy his rightful place beside Angie, and Taehyung followed him. They both leaned worriedly and quietly asked her if she was okay. Taesun was married, and his attitude was really distasteful.

Jin and Hoseok immediately bit the bullet and jumped at the opportunity to distract him. 

Yoongi was supporting his head on his hand when he asked quite loudly, “How’s your wife doing?”

Taesun only gave him half a smile before excusing himself.

“How can Hyejin share the same tree branch with him,” Hoseok wondered aloud.

“I need another drink,” Yoongi said, getting up.

The others seemed to decide to follow when they eyed Namjoon, who was staring at the table in front of him while trying to decide something. He was the only one not moving away and Taehyung smacked Jungkook’s shoulder amicably so the youngster would be assured that leaving them alone was okay.

Namjoon reached for Angie’s hand on her lap and she turned to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she assured him with a quick smile.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“But you just said you’re uncomfortable moving.”

He was fully leaning into her now, fixed on her glistening eyes and quite alienated from the rest of the party.

“Yeah, I am with him.” She underlined with clear aversion before her features softened. “I would be comfortable with you, however.”

He smiled and it reached his heart. His dimples were showing.

“I can’t. Too many eyes.”

“It’s just a dance.” Her smile was fading as she understood what was happening.

“I doubt I could keep my hands off you.” His mouth spoke faster than it should have, but it was truthful. He was nothing but himself, he was confident.

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

Their eyes were locked as they let the silence surround them. His hand was still holding hers on her lap, he was definitely too close not to be obvious to any bystander and life… He only had the one.

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

He nodded with a sad smile, he only could have hoped.

“Would you… have time to be with me?”

He was caressing her hand before he looked up to her eyes.

She was grinning, “Hyejin is leaving on her honeymoon tomorrow. I have all the time in the world until Monday.”

He nodded, “Then stay with me.”

[anotherbtsffwriter]

foreign | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n thought she had prepared for everything—new culture, new language, and a dream scholarship that would change her life. but she hadn’t counted on him—jimin park, the bad boy of seoul university, whose sharp words and colder gaze pierced deeper than she ever imagined.

→ genre: 50% angst, 50% fluff

→ warnings: cursing, kissing (no smut)

→ wordcount: 13.4k

Y/N looked over the crowded terminal, her heart racing as the final boarding call for her flight to Seoul echoed through the airport. "This is it," she murmured to herself, her eyes scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. She clutched her backpack tightly, feeling the weight of her future pressing against her shoulders. A full-ride scholarship to study neuroscience at a prestigious university in South Korea – it was an opportunity she had only dreamed of.

Stepping into the bustling college campus for the first time, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and dread. The buildings were sleek and modern, a stark contrast to the comforting, worn-out brick walls of her high school back in New Jersey. She had studied Korean culture and language tirelessly for months, but nothing could have prepared her for the wave of new sights, sounds, and smells that washed over her. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of kimchi and street food, a sharp contrast to the fast-food fumes she was accustomed to.

Her first week was a blur of orientation sessions and awkward introductions. She tried to blend in with her classmates, who all seemed to glide through the social scene with an ease she could only envy. They chattered in their native tongue, their laughter musical and untouchable. But amidst the throngs of confident students, she remained a wallflower, her shyness and cultural inexperience a barricade she hadn't anticipated.

Then, the fateful collision occurred. Y/N was hurrying to her dorm, her nose buried in a map, when she plowed into a solid wall of muscle and attitude. Her books scattered across the tiles, and she looked up to find herself face to face with Jimin Park, the notorious bad boy of the school. His jet-black hair fell into his piercing eyes, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. She recognized him immediately from the school's promotional videos and the whispers that trailed him like shadows.

"Go back to where you came from," he drawled in a mix of English and Korean, his accent thick and unapologetic.

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she scrambled to gather her books. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move with a twisted amusement. His two friends, Taehyung and Jungkook, stood nearby, snickering under their breath. They were the epitome of popularity, with their designer clothes and perfectly styled hair, and she was the epitome of an easy target.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible above the din of the hallway. "I didn't see you."

Jimin's smirk grew wider as he took a step closer, his towering presence making her shrink back. "You're the new foreign exchange student, right?" His English was flawless, but his tone was anything but welcoming.

Y/N nodded, her eyes fixed on the ground as she continued to pick up her scattered papers. She could feel the eyes of his friends on her, their laughter growing louder as she fumbled with her books.

"What's your name?" Jimin asked, his tone dripping with condescension."Y/N," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Jimin said, "When I heard an American was coming, I thought they meant a sexy foreign girl I could fuck with. Life sucks, man. I got the opposite."

Taehyung and Jungkook burst into laughter, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard to Y/N's ears. She felt the sting of his words deep in her chest, but she refused to let them see her pain. Instead, she straightened up, her eyes meeting his with a newfound resolve.

"I'm here to study, not to be your entertainment." She said it firmly, her voice stronger than she felt.

Jimin was clearly angry now, "I don't wanna see your ugly face ever again, got it?" he sneered, and Y/N nodded, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. As she turned to leave, Jungkook reached out and tugged at a loose strand of her hair. "Looks like a bird's nest," he chuckled, and the trio continued their taunts as she rushed away, her eyes blurred with unshed tears.

The rest of the semester was a nightmare of whispers and sneers. Every hallway she walked down, every corner she turned, she could feel their eyes on her, waiting for another opportunity to pounce. They would often trip her or knock her books out of her hands, leaving her to pick them up while they walked away laughing. Y/N tried to ignore them, but their cruel jibes about her skin and hair cut deep, bringing back painful memories of childhood bullying.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N found refuge in the university's library, her sanctuary amidst the storm. She sat at a desk, her nose buried in a textbook, when she heard the unmistakable sound of their footsteps approaching. Her heart sank, and she wished she could just disappear into the stacks of books surrounding her.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jimin announced, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he and his entourage approached her table.

Y/N gritted her teeth and kept her focus on the text in front of her, hoping they would just leave her alone. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. Not with them.

"Hey, earth to bitch," Jimin's voice was too close for comfort, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the book, her gaze meeting his. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Jimin leaned against the table, his arms folded over his chest. "Just checking that you're miserable before I leave."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I am, thank you for your concern."

Jungkook smirked, "Why don't you just go? You're clearly not welcome here."

Y/N felt her temper flare, but she bit her tongue, knowing that any reaction would only fuel their amusement. Instead, she slammed her book shut and gathered her things, deciding to leave the library before she lost her composure.

As she turned to go, her bag knocked over a pile of neatly stacked papers on the edge of the table. Before she could apologize, Jimin had grabbed her arm, his grip tight and painful. "Look what you did," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're so clumsy."

Y/N felt a surge of anger, but she knew better than to argue. She bent down to pick up the papers, her heart racing as the rain outside mirrored her inner turmoil. The pages were wet and sticky from the moisture in the air, and she felt the weight of their stares as she gathered them up. As she straightened, she accidentally brushed against Jimin's leg, and his eyes flashed with something that looked almost like disgust.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, pushing her away.

Y/N stumbled back, her heart racing as she clutched the soggy papers to her chest. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. She had never felt so small and insignificant.

"You're always sorry," Taehyung sneered, stepping closer. "But you know what? You're just asking for it, walking around here like you own the place."

Y/N took a deep breath, fighting the urge to scream at them. Instead, she held up the wet papers calmly. "I'm just trying to clean up what I knocked over."

Jimin's grip on her arm tightened. "You think being sorry makes it okay?" He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're the one who doesn't belong here, not us."

Y/N's eyes watered as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll leave you alone." She turned to go, but Jimin's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her back.

"Not so fast, Y/N," he said with a cruel smile, enjoying the fear in her eyes. "You're going to learn to show some respect around here."

Y/N winced as he tugged on her hair, trying to keep her balance. She could feel the sting of his grip, but she refused to give in to the tears that threatened to fall. "I've done nothing but respect everyone here," she said, her voice shaking with the effort to stay calm.

"That's not what I see," Jimin retorted, pulling her closer. "No one wants you here."

Y/N felt a spark of rebellion ignite within her. She had worked too hard, come too far, to let these bullies ruin her dream. With a sudden jerk, she pulled free from his grasp, her hair momentarily tangled in his fingers before it bounced back into place. "Let go of me," she said firmly, her voice surprisingly steady. "If you don't like me, then stop fucking annoying me."

Jimin's smirk faltered, his grip loosening slightly. Y/N took the opportunity to step back, placing the table between them. She could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a flash of anger. "You're going to regret this," he growled, his grip tightening again.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, but she met his gaze with a fiery determination. "I doubt it," she replied, her voice stronger than she felt. "You're the one who's going to regret it if you don't get out of my fucking face right now, you little shit."

For a moment, Jimin looked taken aback by her sudden spurt of courage. Then, his smirk returned, but it was more predatory than amused. "You think you're tough, huh?" He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."

Y/N's heart raced as she backed away, the cold library floor tiles a stark reminder of the reality of her situation. "Just leave me alone," she said.

But Jimin wasn't in the mood to listen. He lunged across the table, his hand reaching for her, his eyes glinting with malice. In a flash, Y/N felt the panic rise within her, and she did the only thing she could think of – she shoved the heavy textbook into his face, sending him stumbling backward. The room fell silent except for the pitter-patter of rain outside and the heavy breathing of the four of them.

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at Jimin in shock, their amusement replaced with a flicker of concern. Jimin's nose was red and possibly broken, a thin trickle of blood escaping from one nostril. He touched it gingerly, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression morphing from shock to anger. "You bitch," he spat, his voice thick with the promise of retribution.

Y/N didn't wait for a second attack. She dashed out of the library, the sound of their curses and footsteps echoing behind her. Rain pelted her face, mixing with the tears that finally fell. She had never felt more alone and scared in her life.

The next day, she found herself in the dean's office, her heart racing as she waited for her fate to be decided. The air was thick with tension as Jimin sat across from her, his nose swollen and bruised, a clear declaration of war etched into his features. He smirked as she entered, a sense of victory already in his eyes.

The dean, a stern woman with a no-nonsense attitude, peered over her glasses at the two of them. "Mr. Park has accused you of assault, Ms. Y/N," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "Is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Y/N's mind raced. How had it come to this? She had only defended herself, but the fear of losing her scholarship made her palms sweat. "It was an accident," she managed to croak out. "I was just trying to keep him away from me."

Jimin sneered, the bruises on his face a stark testament to their confrontation. "Accident?" He spat the word like it was poison. "You're just a violent foreigner who can't handle a little teasing."

Y/N felt the room closing in on her, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The dean's gaze was unreadable as she studied the textbook still clutched in Y/N's trembling hand. The silence was suffocating until she finally spoke. "Ms. Y/N, it appears that you have a serious anger management issue. Your scholarship is hereby revoked, and you are no longer welcome at our institution."

The words hit Y/N like a ton of bricks, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had worked so hard, dreamed so long, and it was all slipping away because of a single, desperate act of self-defense. "But-but I didn't mean to," she stammered, the tears now flowing freely.

The dean's expression didn't waver. "I understand your situation, Ms. Y/N, but the school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. We cannot have students attacking one another, regardless of the circumstances."

Y/N's world spun as the dean's words sank in. "Please," she begged, "I've worked so hard to be here. I'll do anything to make it right."

The dean's face remained a mask of disapproval. "Your actions have consequences, Ms. Y/N. You will need to find another institution to pursue your studies."

Y/N felt the floor drop out from under her. "But, I've done nothing but study," she protested, her voice trembling with the effort to remain calm. "They've been bullying me since the first day."

The dean's eyes narrowed, "Bullying is a serious allegation, Ms. Y/N. If you had reported these incidents earlier, we could have taken action. However, assaulting a fellow student is unacceptable."

Y/N felt the room spin around her as the finality of the situation set in. "But," she started to protest, only to be silenced by the dean's raised hand.

"Your scholarship is revoked, and you are to vacate the dormitory within the next 24 hours," the dean said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I suggest you contact the authorities and your embassy to resolve any issues regarding your stay in the country."

Y/N nodded numbly, the room spinning around her as she processed the words. Her dreams, her scholarship, her future - all gone in an instant. She stumbled out of the office, her vision blurred by tears, and collided with the very person who had ruined everything: Jimin. He leaned against the hallway wall, his nose still a mess of bruises and swelling. His smirk was back in full force, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Looks like you're going home now, Y/N," he jeered, his voice nasally from his injury. "Back to your little cage where you won't bother anyone."

Y/N felt the sting of his words, but she didn't let it show. She wiped her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I'm going to stay and prove that I deserve to be here."

Jimin's smirk wavered, and she could see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to fight back. He had probably thought she'd slink away with her tail between her legs, defeated and humiliated. But she wasn't that girl anymore.

Y/N took a step closer to him, her voice low and determined. "I'm not going anywhere, son of a bitch. And if you or your pathetic little friends try to bully me again, I'll make sure the whole school knows just what kind of people you really are."

Jimin's smirk disappeared, replaced by a snarl. "You think you can threaten me?" He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're expelled, Y/N."

Y/N squared her shoulders. "For now."

As she made her way to her dorm, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She had to find a place to live, and fast. Her savings would only last her a few months if she was frugal, so she immediately started looking for a small apartment in Seoul. After a day of searching, she found a cramped, yet affordable studio in a bustling area not too far from the university.

Y/N moved her meager belongings into her new home, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. The walls were paper-thin, and she could hear the laughter and music from the neighboring apartments. But it was a start, a new beginning in a place she hadn't planned to be.

Her first day at the community college was nerve-wracking, but she found comfort in the anonymity it offered. The students were a mix of young and old, all eager to learn, and she felt less like a target here. Her English classes were surprisingly easy, but she struggled with the Korean ones, her high school education not quite preparing her for the rapid-fire speech that filled the classrooms. But she was determined to master it, to make her way in this foreign country that had become her new home.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked into the job fair held in the college's gym. She had her resume printed in both English and Korean, her heart racing as she approached the various booths. The smell of cheap cologne and desperation filled the air, but she focused on the opportunities laid out before her. She had to find a job that would pay enough to keep her afloat without taking too much time away from her studies.

Her eyes scanned the rows of potential employers, her heart skipping a beat when she spotted a booth for a local café that was known for hiring students. She approached with cautious optimism, her English resume in hand. "Annyeonghaseyo," she greeted the café owner, a middle-aged man with a warm smile. "I'm looking for a part-time job."

The man's eyes lit up as he took her resume, flipping through it with a nod. "Ah, you speak Korean," he said, his accent thick but his smile genuine. "Very good. We can always use hardworking students. Can you start tomorrow?"

Y/N nodded, a sense of relief flooding through her. "Yes, I can."

The next day, she arrived at the café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods greeting her as she stepped through the door. She was met with a bustle of activity as the owner, Mr. Kim, rushed around, his eyes darting between the clock and the line of customers that snaked around the counter. "Ah, Y/N-ssi," he called out, his smile welcoming. "You're here. Good. We're short-staffed today."

Y/N nodded, her stomach fluttering with nerves. She had hoped for a chance to serve customers, to practice her Korean and make friends. But when Mr. Kim handed her a mop and a bucket, she realized her job was far from glamorous. "You'll start with cleaning the bathroom and then move on to the floors," he instructed, his voice kind but firm.

The bathroom was small, but it was a battleground of smells and stains. Y/N took a deep breath and began her task, scrubbing at the toilet with a determination she had never felt before. She had always been a neat freak, but this was a whole new level of cleanliness she had to maintain. The grout was stained with what she hoped was just coffee, and the mirrors were smeared with fingerprints and god-knows-what else.

As she worked, she couldn't help but think about her new life. She had always been the smart girl, the one who studied too much and never had time for parties. Now she was in a foreign country, cleaning toilets and fighting for her place. It was a humbling experience, but she knew it was only temporary. Her dreams of becoming a neuroscientist hadn't disappeared just because she was no longer at that prestigious university.

Y/N scrubbed the last of the grime from the floor tiles and stood up, her back aching from the unfamiliar labor. She took a step back to survey her work, pride blooming in her chest. The bathroom gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, cleaner than it had been when she first set foot inside. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the café. Her hair was a messy bun, strands escaping to stick to her sweaty forehead, and her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her toned forearms.

As she exited the bathroom, she collided with a pair of dark, piercing eyes that sent a cold shock down her spine. Jimin Park. Here, in this café. Working. Of all places. The shock on his face told her he hadn't missed the irony either. He was leaning against the cash register, his arms folded over his chest, looking as put-together as ever in a crisp, black polo with the café's logo. His bruises from their altercation in the library had almost faded, but the memory of their encounter was as fresh as if it had just happened.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "What the fuck are you still doing in Seoul?"

Y/N felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She had hoped she'd never have to see him again. "I'm working, duh," she said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some dignity.

"Working?" Jimin's smirk grew wider as he glanced around the café. "Looks like you've really made it, Y/N. From scholarship student to toilet cleaner." His words stung, but she refused to let him see her pain.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging within her. "I'd rather clean toilets than have to deal with your shit," she shot back, her voice surprisingly steady.

She turned away from him, focusing on the task at hand. The rest of the day was a blur of steaming milk and wiping down counters, serving customers with a forced smile while his words echoed in her mind. But she had survived worse, and she wasn't about to let him ruin this for her too.

As the café emptied out and the evening shift approached, Jimin couldn't help but watch Y/N from the corner of his eye. She moved with a grace that was surprising for someone in her position, her hands quick and sure as she cleaned and organized. Her sweat-dampened hair clung to her neck, and her clothes were wrinkled from the physical exertion. It was a stark contrast to the put-together image she had always presented at the university, and something about it made him feel... strange.

He found himself missing the easy target she had been, the way she would blush and stumble over her words when he teased her. But seeing her here, working so hard, something had shifted. The satisfaction he had felt when he had her expelled was now tinged with an emotion he hadn't expected – guilt. He had never really thought about the consequences of his actions before, but now, watching her struggle to keep her head above water, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had gone too far.

The days turned into weeks, and their encounters at the café grew more frequent. Despite their history, they found themselves working in a tense harmony, both driven by the need for money. Y/N ignored his taunts and focused on her job, proving to be a quick learner and an asset to Mr. Kim. Her dedication was evident, and Jimin couldn't help but begrudgingly respect her for it.

One evening, as they were closing up, it was just Y/N and Jimin left on the clean up shift. Y/N felt a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. Her stomach cramped and her vision swam as she realized she had food poisoning from the dubious street food she had eaten earlier that day. She bolted for the bathroom, ignoring Jimin's jeers, and barely made it to the toilet before she started retching. Her body was on fire, her skin slick with a cold sweat as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

Jimin, who had followed her out of curiosity, heard the sounds of her distress and paused, his smirk fading. He had seen her sick before, but this was different - she was in agony. He cautiously approached, his heart thumping in his chest, unsure of what to do. When he saw her hunched over the toilet, her body convulsing with each heave, something within him shifted. He stepped forward and gently rubbed her back, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles.

Y/N was too sick to protest or even acknowledge his presence, but she felt the warmth of his touch seep through her shirt, offering a small comfort amidst the chaos in her stomach. The coolness of the tiles against her forehead was a stark contrast to the fever that raged within her. She threw up until there was nothing left, her body shaking with the effort.

When the heaving finally subsided, she leaned against the cold porcelain, her eyes closed. She didn't know how long she stayed there, but eventually, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. "You okay?" Jimin's voice was uncharacteristically soft, the mockery nowhere to be found.

Y/N pushed him away, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I'm fine," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from the vomiting. She didn't want his pity or his help, not after all he had done.

Jimin took a step back, his eyes searching hers for any hint of the anger that had always been there before. But all he saw was pain and exhaustion. He had never seen her like this, so vulnerable and defeated. It was a stark reminder that she was just a person, not the invincible nerd he had made her out to be in his mind.

"Here," he said, holding out a bottle of water and a wet cloth. "Mr. Kim keeps these for emergencies."

Y/N took them with a nod, her trembling hand barely managing to uncap the water. She took a tentative sip, the cool liquid soothing her raw throat. "Mhmmhm," she murmured.

Jimin hovered for a moment before retreating, his gaze lingering on her. Y/N could feel his eyes on her, but she was too drained to care. She took a few more sips, the water helping to settle her stomach. As she rinsed her mouth and splashed some on her face, she felt the first stirrings of anger. How dare he act like he cared? She was just a pawn in his sick game of power and dominance.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Jimin wiping down the last of the tables. "Go home," he said without looking up. "I'll finish up here."

Y/N felt a flare of anger, "I'm not leaving," she protested, "And you suck at cleaning."

Jimin was tired of her bullshit. "I said I've got it," he said firmly. "And I'm good at cleaning."

Y/N glared at him, but she was in no condition to argue. She nodded and made her way to the back, collapsing into a chair. Her head was spinning, and she couldn't help but feel the weight of her situation crashing down on her. Here she was, an expelled scholar, working a minimum-wage job, and getting sick from the very food she had to eat to save money. It wasn't the life she had envisioned, but it was the one she had to live.

Jimin watched her, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He had never seen anyone endure so much without breaking. It was as if she had a well of strength that seemed bottomless, and it was something he hadn't anticipated. He had always seen her as weak, an easy target, but she had proven him wrong time and time again.

As he finished up the last of the cleaning, he couldn't shake the image of Y/N's pained expression in the bathroom. He had never felt like this before, and it was disconcerting. He had always enjoyed the power he wielded over others, the fear and submission in their eyes as he pushed them around. But with Y/N, it was different. He didn't want to see her hurt, not like this. Why the fuck did he actually care?

The next day, Y/N arrived at work, looking paler than usual but determined. She avoided Jimin's gaze, focusing on her tasks. But when she stumbled, dropping a tray of dirty dishes, he was there, catching her before she could hit the floor. His hands were firm but gentle, and for a moment, she forgot to hate him.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes genuinely concerned.

Y/N nodded, pulling away from his grasp. "Yes," she lied, not wanting him to know that she actually had an intense fever but needed the money so she still came to work.

Mr. Kim noticed the exchange and approached them, his eyes filled with worry. "Y/N, you don't look well. Maybe you should take a sick day?"

Y/N forced a smile. "I'm not sick," she said, her voice strained.

Mr. Kim's concern was palpable, but she knew she couldn't afford to miss a shift. She had bills to pay, a future to fight for, and a vendetta to settle. Jimin's eyes searched hers for the truth she was so desperately trying to hide. "You look like you could use a break," he murmured, his voice softer than she had ever heard it.

Y/N swallowed hard, the fever making her lightheaded. "I said I'm fine," she snapped, pulling away from his touch. She didn't need his pity, especially not now. She turned to the kitchen, her steps unsteady as she began to prep for the lunch rush.

Throughout the day, Jimin watched Y/N from his position behind the cash register, his eyes narrowed as she moved with a newfound fragility. The sight of her in pain had stirred something within him, something he didn't quite understand. As the hours passed, her fever grew worse, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, but she refused to go home.

"You should rest," he said again, his voice low so Mr. Kim wouldn't hear. "You're not doing anyone any good like this."

Y/N's eyes flashed with irritation. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he went back to his work, his mind racing. He had never seen Y/N so vulnerable, and it was messing with his head. He had always enjoyed pushing her buttons, watching her squirm under his gaze, but this was different. This was real.

As the day grew later, the café grew busier, and Y/N's condition worsened. Her hands shook as she tried to take orders, and she had to lean against the counter to stay upright. Jimin saw the customers eyeing her with concern, and he knew he couldn't ignore it anymore. He approached Mr. Kim, speaking rapidly in Korean.

Mr. Kim's eyes widened, and he looked over at Y/N, who was now visibly shivering. "Y/N," he called out, his tone filled with worry. "You should go home."

Y/N's eyes widened in panic. "No, I can't," she protested, her teeth chattering. "I can't miss work."

Mr. Kim's expression softened. "You're obviously sick. You need to rest."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears of frustration. "But I can't," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I need the money."

Jimin stepped forward, surprising both Y/N and Mr. Kim. "I'll cover her shift. Give her the money," he said, his tone firm. "Send her home."

Y/N's eyes met Jimin's, a mix of anger and disbelief. She didn't want his charity, but her body was failing her. With a defeated nod, she gathered her things and stumbled out the door.

The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, and she leaned against the café's brick wall, trying to catch her breath. She could feel the fever burning through her, making the world swim around her. Just as she was about to step away, a hand grabbed her elbow, steadying her.

"I'll drive you home," Jimin said, his voice gruff.

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "But you're on duty right now."

"Mr. Kim said I could take a short break," Jimin said, his grip firm. "Where do you live?"

Y/N hesitated before rattling off her address. She was in no condition to argue. Jimin led her to a  car parked outside, his eyes never leaving hers. He helped her into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. The car's engine roared to life, and she felt a strange mix of fear and gratitude.

During the drive, they remained silent. The tension in the car was palpable, thick like the humid air outside. Y/N's eyes closed as she leaned back against the seat, trying to ignore the waves of nausea that continued to wash over her. She could feel the heat radiating off her body, and she knew she was burning up.

When they arrived at her apartment, Jimin turned to her, his expression unreadable. "What made you think you could fucking work like this?" he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N couldn't hear him. The beeping in her head was too loud, the world too wobbly. She reached for the door handle, but her hand was a trembling mess, and she couldn't get a grip. Jimin sighed, his eyes flashing with something she didn't recognize. He opened the door for her, and she stumbled out into the night. The cool air was a slap in the face, but it didn't help the fever burning through her.

He took her arm again, leading her to her apartment. She could feel the heat coming off of him, could hear the steady thump of his heart. It was the only constant in the chaos. When they reached her door, she fumbled with the keys, dropping them once before finally getting them into the lock. He stepped in, turning on lights and taking in the tiny space with a sweeping glance.

"Bed," he said, and she nodded. The apartment was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, textbooks and notes scattered across the bed. He helped her to it, pulling back the covers and waiting for her to crawl in. She was shivering now, her teeth chattering as the fever took hold.

Jimin hovered, unsure of what to do. He had never felt so out of place, so... helpless. "I'll get you some water," he said finally, retreating to the kitchen. He found a glass and filled it from the tap, the cold liquid sloshing over his fingers. He brought it back to her, setting it on the bedside table.

Y/N's eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. He studied her for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her forehead. He had never seen her like this, so small and fragile. It was a stark contrast to the fiery girl who had fought back against him in the library. He didn't know what to do with this newfound... concern.

With a sigh, he reached out and touched her forehead. "You're burning up," he murmured. "Do you have any medicine?"

Y/N nodded weakly, pointing to a small, cluttered desk in the corner of the room. Jimin moved with surprising gentleness, rummaging through the drawers until he found a bottle of ibuprofen. He read the label and then handed her two pills along with the water. "Take these," he instructed, his voice softer than she had ever heard it before.

Y/N complied, the bitterness of the pills doing little to mask the metallic taste in her mouth. She lay back, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. For the first time since she had known him, Jimin didn't seem like the monster she had painted him to be. He was just a boy, a confused one, but a boy nonetheless.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice weak and barely audible.

Jimin nodded, his hand hovering over her forehead before he pulled it back. "Get some rest," he said gruffly.

Y/N watched him leave, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. She didn't know why he had helped her, but she was too tired to analyze it. She swallowed the pills and took a sip of water, the cold liquid feeling like a lifeline in her parched throat. As she lay there, her mind drifted to her new life in Seoul - the bullying, the isolation, and now, this strange bond forming with the very person who had made her existence a living hell.

Back at the café, Jimin felt restless. He had never felt this way before. He had always enjoyed his role as the school's bad boy, but now, the thought of her suffering because of him was like a rock in his stomach. He moved through the motions of his work, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about her lying in her bed, sweating and shivering. It was a stark contrast to the fiery girl who had stood up to him in the library.

He couldn't shake the image of her leaning against the toilet, so much pain in her eyes. It was as if she was fighting a battle he hadn't even known existed. And for what? For a scholarship that he had stolen from her, for a life he had made hell. As he wiped down the counters, his thoughts swirled. Why did he care? Why did he feel guilty?

After his shift ended, Jimin found himself driving back to Y/N's apartment. The night was quiet, the streets of Seoul bustling with life despite the late hour. He took the stairs two at a time, his heart racing. He didn't know what he would say, or what he wanted to do. He just knew he had to see her.

He knocked softly on the door, his knuckles brushing against the cool wood. There was no answer. He tried the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, he pushed the door open, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. She was there, curled up in a fetal position, her face flushed with fever. The sight of her made his stomach twist in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur. He approached the bed, his footsteps silent on the worn-out carpet. He sat on the edge, his eyes tracing the contours of her face, the dampness of her hair sticking to her forehead. Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. He felt a strange urge to reach out and brush the hair from her eyes, but his hand hovered in the air, unsure of the gesture.

Jimin had seen her in various states of distress before, but this was different. This wasn't the product of his cruel games; this was real, tangible pain, and it weighed on him. He had never felt responsible for her before, never considered the toll his actions could have on someone else's well-being. But as he sat there, watching her battle the fever that consumed her, he couldn't ignore the burgeoning sense of... responsibility? Compassion?

He leaned over and placed a tentative hand on her forehead, feeling the blazing heat radiating from her body. He had never felt so powerless, so out of his element. All his bravado, his tough exterior, it was all for show. In that moment, he was just a boy, scared for someone he had never allowed himself to care about.

Jimin didn't want to wake her up. She needed rest more than anything. He knew that. So, he tiptoed to the mini fridge in the kitchen corner, his eyes scanning the shelves for anything that could help. That's when he saw it - a small ice pack. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around the pack, creating a barrier between the cold and her delicate skin.

Moving back to the bed, he placed the makeshift compress on Y/N's forehead with the gentlest touch he could manage. He watched her closely, waiting for any signs of discomfort or agitation. But she remained still, her breathing shallow and fast. With his free hand, he began to rub circles on her back, his thumb pressing gently into the tense muscles between her shoulder blades.

Y/N's shivering began to subside under his ministrations, the ice pack providing a blessed relief from the fever that was consuming her. Her breathing evened out, and she let out a soft sigh, unconsciously leaning into his touch. Jimin felt something uncoil in his chest at the sound. It was soothing, almost... comforting. He had never felt like this before. It was as if, in her weakness, she had unwittingly stripped away the layers of his armor, revealing a part of himself he had never allowed anyone to see.

For hours, he sat there, his hand never leaving her back, his eyes never leaving her face. He watched the fever slowly recede, the tension in her body loosening with each passing minute. As the night grew darker, his mind raced with thoughts he had never allowed himself to entertain. He had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of their interactions. But now, as he cared for her in silence, he felt... human.

At dawn, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, confusion swirling in her gaze. "What are you doing here?" she croaked, her voice raw from dehydration.

Jimin leaned back, his hand falling away from her back. "I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, his voice gruff. He didn't know what else to say. He had never felt the need to explain himself to anyone, but with her, it was different.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes still glassy with fever. "Thank you," she murmured, the words seemingly pulled from the depths of her exhausted body.

Jimin's heart stuttered in his chest, the sincerity in her voice catching him off guard. He had never received anything but anger and defiance from her. "It's...no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

Y/N pushed herself up onto her elbows, wincing at the pain that shot through her body. "I'm fine now, so you can leave."

Jimin studied her, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit in her words. "You don't look fine," he said bluntly. "Stop lying."

Y/N sighed, her body aching with every movement. "Whatever," she mumbled, collapsing back onto the bed.

Jimin's expression softened, his hand reaching for the ice pack. "Let me get you some more water," he said, standing up.

Y/N nodded, her eyes drifting shut again. As he moved to the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something she didn't quite understand. It was almost as if he... cared. But that was ridiculous. He was Jimin Park, the school's resident bully. He didn't care about anyone but himself. She had never been take care of before, not like this. It was a strange, disconcerting feeling.

Jimin returned with a fresh glass of water. He helped her sit up, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink," he urged, his voice softer than she had ever heard it.

Y/N took a tentative sip, the cold liquid soothing her parched throat. She couldn't believe he was still here, taking care of her. "Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse.

Jimin nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. "You need to to eat something. You can't fight this on an empty stomach."

Y/N's stomach growled, "There's some apples in the kitchen."

Jimin's brow furrowed. "That's not enough. I'll go get you something."

Y/N didn't protest, too weak to argue. She watched him leave, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence was eerie after the chaos of the fever, but she found comfort in the quiet. She knew she should be wary of Jimin, should be hating him for all he had done, but she couldn't summon the strength. Instead, she lay there, contemplating the unexpected turn of events.

When Jimin returned, he carried a steaming bowl of juk, a traditional Korean rice porridge, along with a bottle of ginseng tea. The scent filled the room, and Y/N's stomach rumbled in anticipation. He set the food on the bedside table and helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her. His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle as he held the spoon to her mouth.

Y/N took a tentative bite, the salty warmth of the porridge spreading through her mouth and down her throat. It was the first real food she had had in days, and it tasted heavenly. She ate slowly, savoring each spoonful, as Jimin continued to feed her with quiet attentiveness. His eyes never left her face, watching for any sign of distress or refusal.

But as she started to regain some of her strength, a spark of defiance flared within her. She didn't want to be coddled by the very person who had made her life a living hell. With a sudden burst of energy, she snatched the spoon from his hand, her grip surprisingly firm. "I can do it," she said, her voice still weak but filled with determination.

Jimin's eyes widened, and he took a step back, allowing her the space she needed. He watched as she brought the spoon to her lips, her hand shaking slightly. The porridge felt like liquid gold in her mouth, replenishing her with each spoonful. Despite her fever, she managed to feed herself, her pride refusing to let Jimin take over.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked between bites, her eyes never leaving his. "Don't you have to go ruin people's lives?"

Jimin looked down at his hands, clenched into fists at his sides. "Yeah, I better go fucking do that."

Y/N felt a stab of something she didn't want to identify as disappointment. "Fine. Just... leave."

Jimin stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tight. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. Y/N listened to the sound of his retreating footsteps with a mix of relief and regret. She didn't want to admit it, but his presence had been strangely comforting.

The next day, Jimin found himself in the dean's office, his heart racing. He had never stepped foot in this room after that day with Y/N. The dean looked up at him, her expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. "What do you want, Park?"

Jimin swallowed hard. "A few months ago, an exchange student on scholarship named Y/N was expelled because I claimed she hit me."

The dean's eyebrows shot up. "And?"

Jimin took a deep breath, his mind racing. "I... I didn't tell the complete truth," he admitted, the words sticking in his throat. "I was the one who started it."

The dean leaned back in his chair, studying him with narrowed eyes. "Continue," she said, her tone icy.

Jimin clenched his fists. "It was just a joke that went too far. I didn't mean for her to get kicked out. I would be grateful if you could forgive me and give her the scholarship back."

The dean leaned forward, her expression unyielding. "Your apology is appreciated, but the situation is more complicated than that. Miss Y/N has already been expelled."

Jimin's stomach dropped. "But she didn't do anything wrong," he insisted, his voice tight with desperation. "It was all me. I'll take the punishment. Just let her back in."

The dean steepled his fingers, his gaze piercing. "Mr. Park, your history of disciplinary issues is extensive. While I understand that you may feel guilty for your past actions, this is a serious matter. We cannot simply reverse the consequences of your behavior."

Jimin's jaw clenched. "Ok, what about this," he said. "You tell her that she's readmitted on scholarship. But since you're not willing to return that to her, I will...I will pay for her."

The dean raised an eyebrow, "You?"

"Yeah," Jimin said firmly, "I'll cover her tuition. Whatever it takes."

The dean's expression shifted from skepticism to consideration. "That is a generous offer, Mr. Park, and I think I could make that work."

Jimin felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you," he said, his voice a little less strained. "Please, tell her its a scholarship. She won't come back if she knows I'm paying for it."

The dean nodded. "I will handle it discreetly," she assured Jimin.

Y/N received the news later that day, her heart racing as she read the email from the university. She had been accepted back into the neuroscience program with full scholarship. She couldn't believe it. Tears of relief and joy filled her eyes.

That night, Jimin found himself standing in front of Y/N's apartment again. He had come to check on her, to make sure she was okay. He didn't know why he cared so much, but he couldn't shake the feeling. His hand hovered over the doorbell, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been so nervous to see someone.

When she opened the door, she looked better, the color returning to her cheeks, but there was still a hint of weariness in her eyes. "What do you need?" she said, her voice a little stronger than the night before.

Jimin's hand hovered in the space between them, the bag of medicine and snacks he had brought clutched in his fist. "Take this."

Y/N looked from his hand to his face, a mix of confusion and suspicion swirling in her eyes. She took the bag, her fingers brushing against his, and he felt a spark of something unfamiliar pass between them. "What's this?"

"It's just some things to help with the fever," Jimin said, his voice gruff. "It's from Mr. Kim," he lied.

Y/N took it since she thought it was from Mr. Kim. "I'm returning to university tomorrow. Turns out your little fucked up plan to kick me out didn't work for long."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her readmission. "Ah," he said, pretending not to know. "That's a fucking shame."

Y/N shut the door firmly behind her, not giving a fuck. She felt a strange mix of anger and... something else. Something she didn't want to acknowledge. She took the bag into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the contents. It was filled with her favorite snacks and a bottle of herbal tea that was known to help with fevers. How did Mr. Kim know her favorites?

The next day, she walked back into the university halls with a newfound sense of determination. She would not let Jimin or anyone else ruin her dreams.

After college, Y/N went to the cafe for her shift. As she pushed open the door, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries hit her, bringing a sense of comfort. She noticed that Jimin was already there, his eyes bloodshot, his usual swagger replaced with a slumped posture. He looked exhausted.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, not because of his bullying past, but because of recent events. The way he had taken care of her, his unexpected kindness, played on repeat in her mind. She didn't know how to process it. Was it genuine or just a ploy to manipulate her?

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence," Jimin drawled as she approached the counter, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. "Yeah, I'm thrilled to be here," she retorted, setting her bag down with a thud.

"Oh, I'm just devastated," Jimin shot back, not even looking up from the cash register.

Y/N tried to ignore the way his words stung. She grabbed an apron and tied it around her waist, steeling herself for another long day at the café.

From behind the counter, Jimin watched Y/N, his gaze lingering longer than it should. He had been working extra shifts, his hands raw from the constant washing of dishes and the endless stream of customers, all to pay for her tuition without her knowing. It was a small price to pay for the guilt that had been gnawing at him since that day in the library.

He had seen the way she struggled, the way she pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion just to keep up with the bills and her classes. It reminded him of himself, because he too always struggled with money. But he had never felt the urge to help anyone like this before, especially not someone he had once tormented.

Jimin's hands moved almost on autopilot as he served coffee after coffee, his eyes tracking Y/N as she juggled her own shifts with her schoolwork. The way she'd smile at every customer, the way she'd laugh at their terrible jokes, it was all so... endearing. Why did he fucking think about her so much?

He had always seen her as just a target, someone to push around to assert his dominance. But now, it was like he saw her. Really saw her. The way she bit her lip when she was stressed, the way she'd tug at her ponytail when she was lost in thought. He didn't even know her favorite color or what she liked to do on weekends. And yet, he found himself wanting to know everything about her.

Y/N noticed the change in Jimin's behavior, the dark circles under his eyes, the way he would nod off in class. At first, she thought it was just part of his bad boy persona, but as the days turned into weeks, she couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on him. He was still a dick, sure, but there was something else there. Something... vulnerable.

One evening, after her shift at the café, she found Jimin slumped over a textbook at the local study café, his head nodding to the rhythm of his snores. His notes were scattered across the table, scribbled in his usual messy handwriting, and his phone was blinking with unanswered messages. She watched him for a moment, torn between the urge to wake him and leave him be.

Y/N approached the table and cleared her throat. Jimin's eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he grumbled, trying to hide his exhaustion.

"Couldn't help but notice you look awful," she said.

Jimin rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the fog. "Gee, thanks," he mumbled.

Y/N slid into the chair opposite him, her expression concerned. "What's going on with you? You're always tired, and you're working like a maniac."

Jimin's gaze darted around the room before landing back on her. "It's nothing," he said, his voice gruff. "Just personal shit."

Mr. Kim, the café's owner, ambled over to their table, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Jimin," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You still on for your 12am to 6am shift tonight?"

Y/N's head snapped up at the mention of his schedule, her eyes widening. "What? You work that late?"

Mr. Kim smiled, his eyes shifting between them. "Yes, Miss Y/N. Jimin is quite the hard worker. He's been working night shifts for the past 2 months everyday."

Y/N's jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

Jimin shrugged, his eyes avoiding hers. "Extra cash," he muttered, hoping she'd let it go.

But Y/N wasn't so easily deterred. "Don't fucking lie," she said harshly. "What's going on?"

Mr. Kim disappeared back to the kitchen. Jimin sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "Look," he began, his voice weary. "It's none of your fucking business so leave me alone."

Y/N felt a flare of anger. "You never left me alone when I asked you to. Why should I leave you alone?"

Jimin's eyes snapped to hers, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. "Fine," he bit out, "but keep your fucking voice down."

Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Why are you working so much?"

Jimin's eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he sighed, his shoulders dropping. "You really want to know?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes unwavering.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the worn pages of his textbook. "It's for your scholarship," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have to pay for it..."

Y/N's eyes went wide with shock. "My scholarship? What are you talking about?"

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a surprising vulnerability. "I asked for you to be re-admitted. And I'm paying for it. I didn't want you to know, I just wanted to make it right."

Y/N's world tilted on its axis. The air grew thick with the weight of his confession. "Why?" she breathed, unable to hide the tremble in her voice.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, a look of utter bewilderment crossing his face. "Because I was an idiot," he said finally, his voice raw. "You were suffering so much because of me."

Y/N felt the weight of his words, her chest tightening. "So you're working all these extra shifts to pay for my tuiton?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

Jimin nodded, his gaze not leaving hers. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, a mix of anger, shock, and something she didn't quite recognize. She had never expected anything like this from Jimin. "Why?" she asked again, her voice shaking.

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at her. "Because I realized what a piece of shit I was to you," he said, his voice barely audible. "And because... I don't know, okay? I just don't want you to hate me anymore."

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. This wasn't the Jimin she knew. The Jimin she knew didn't care about anyone but himself. This was a different person, someone she didn't know how to handle. "Why should I believe you?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Jimin met her gaze, his eyes earnest. "Because I'm fucking telling you the truth," he said, his voice firm. "I messed up. I hurt you. And now, I'm trying to make it right."

Y/N felt a knot form in her throat. She didn't know what to say, how to feel. This revelation was like a sucker punch she hadn't seen coming. She looked down at her hands, trying to compose herself.

At 12am, Y/N showed up at the café, ready to start her night shift with Jimin. He was already behind the counter, his eyes bloodshot, his movements jerky from exhaustion. He glared at her as she clocked in, setting her bag in the backroom.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

Y/N ignored his gruff tone and started restocking the drinks. "Mr. Kim said you were working a double today," she said. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Jimin's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "It's none of your concern," he said, his voice edged with irritation.

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing an apron. "Well, it's my shift now, too," she said, tying it around her waist. "So, I'm here to work."

Jimin's eyes flashed with anger. "You should be in bed," he snapped. "You're going to wear yourself out."

Y/N turned to face him, her own frustration bubbling over. "And what about you? You're the one who's been working around the clock for months now!"

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the exhaustion in them clear. "It's different," he said, his voice tight.

"How is it different?" Y/N challenged, her voice rising slightly. "You're killing yourself to pay for my education because of a mistake you made, and you're telling me not to worry about it?"

Jimin's jaw clenched, his eyes dark. "Whatever," he said through gritted teeth.

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she started making coffee. The hiss of the machine filled the tense silence between them, the scent of freshly ground beans mixing with the stale air of the café. She could feel his gaze on her, but she refused to meet his eyes, focusing instead on the task at hand.

As the night dragged on, they worked in a strained harmony, serving the stragglers who stumbled in for a late-night cup of coffee or a warm pastry. Y/N studied Jimin out of the corner of her eye, noticing the way his hands trembled as he poured drinks, the way his eyes kept drifting to the clock.

"You can't keep doing this," she said finally, breaking the silence. "It's not healthy."

Jimin scoffed, his eyes never leaving his task. "I can handle it."

Y/N slammed down the milk steamer with more force than necessary, making him jump. "No, you can't!" she exclaimed. "You're going to end up in the hospital if you don't stop!"

Jimin glared at her, his eyes flashing with something she couldn't quite read. "It's my decision to make, not yours," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "What if I help you?" she offered, her voice softer now. "We can split the cost of my tuiton. It's not fair for you to bear it all."

Jimin's grip on the coffee pot tightened, his knuckles turning white. "It's not your burden to carry," he said firmly. "It's mine."

Y/N's eyes searched his, her own determination unyielding. "Well, it's not just your burden anymore," she said. "We're splitting the cost whether you like it or not."

Jimin's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. They worked through the night in a tense silence, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

As the clock ticked closer to 4am, Jimin's eyelids grew heavy, his body begging for rest. He had been fighting sleep all night, but the exhaustion was winning. He stumbled to one of the empty tables, his head falling heavily onto his arms. Y/N watched him, a flicker of concern in her eyes. She knew he was stubborn, that he wouldn't admit when he was pushed too far.

For a moment, she considered waking him, scolding him for his idiotic behavior. But as she looked at him, she saw the boy beneath the bully facade, the one who had held her hand through the darkest moments of her sickness. And she couldn't bring herself to disturb him. So she took over, her movements swift and efficient as she handled the dwindling number of customers.

Every now and then, she'd glance over at Jimin, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. In the dim light of the café, with his guard down, he looked... beautiful. The harsh lines of his face had softened, and for once, the cruel smirk was nowhere to be seen. She had never allowed herself to think of him like that, but now, with the quiet of the night and his vulnerability laid bare, it was impossible not to.

At 6am, Y/N had no choice but to wake Jimin. Gently, she placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt. "Jimin," she whispered, "you can go home now."

He startled awake, his eyes flying open. For a brief moment, they stared at each other, the silence stretching taut. Then he sat up with a groan, rubbing his face with his hands. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice hoarse with sleep.

Y/N felt a pang of sympathy, watching him struggle to get his bearings. "You should get some rest," she said, her voice gentle.

Jimin grunted, pushing himself to his feet. "Bye," he said, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy. "Bye," she murmured, watching him leave the café with a sense of unease.

The following days at university were a blur of lectures and lab work, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Jimin. They had always had a contentious relationship, but now there was something... different. Something that felt almost like a truce, but was too fragile to be called friendship.

Jimin had stopped his overt bullying, instead watching her from the corner of his eye in class, his gaze unreadable. It was unnerving, but she couldn't deny the small part of her that felt a flicker of something more than irritation whenever he was around.

One afternoon, as she was leaving the lab, her heavy backpack slipped from her shoulders, spilling textbooks and notes across the floor. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, kneeling down to gather her things.

Jimin had been passing by, his eyes on his phone, but he looked up at the sound of her curse. His gaze fell on the mess around her, and without a word, he set his own bag aside and crouched down beside her. His hands moved swiftly, collecting her books and papers with an efficiency that surprised her.

Y/N stilled for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this uncharacteristic gesture of kindness. She watched as he carefully stacked her books back into her backpack, his movements gentle and precise. It was a stark contrast to the roughness she had come to expect from him.

When he was done, Jimin straightened up, not saying a word. He didn't look at her, just handed her the bag. Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for some clue as to what was going on behind that stoic expression. But his face was a mask of indifference, giving nothing away.

Without another word, he turned and started to walk away. Y/N felt a strange mix of gratitude and confusion. "Wait," she called out, her voice stopping him in his tracks. He turned, his eyes questioning. "Thank you," she said, the words feeling awkward on her tongue.

Jimin's expression remained unreadable. "It's nothing," he said with a shrug, turning to leave again.

Y/N bit her lip, feeling like she had missed something. But she had her own shifts to manage and classes to attend, so she couldn't dwell on it too much. Yet, Jimin's unexpected gesture stayed with her, replaying in her mind like a puzzle she couldn't solve.

Jimin sat in his cramped dorm room, the silence deafening. His thoughts kept drifting to Y/N, to her fiery spirit and the way she had looked at him when he'd picked up her books. He had felt something then, something that made his chest tighten and his stomach flip. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. He found himself replaying their interactions in his head, looking for clues he might have missed. Was it possible that he actually liked her? The girl he had spent so much time pushing around and belittling? It was a bizarre revelation, one that made him feel like he didn't know who he was anymore.

In class, he found himself staring at the back of her head, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back. He would catch himself and look away, only to find his gaze drawn back to her again and again. It was infuriating, this newfound obsession. He'd always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, but with Y/N, it was like she had some kind of power over him that he didn't understand.

He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the lecture at hand, but it was no use. His mind kept wandering back to her, to the way she'd looked at him with those big brown eyes when he'd brought her the medicine. The way she'd leaned into his touch, even just for a brief moment, as he'd helped her to bed. The way she'd called him out on his shit without flinching. She was so fucking... incredible.

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn't just like her. Maybe he was falling for her. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Jimin Park, the bad boy with a heart of stone, was falling for the one girl who had never given a shit about his charm or his status. It was fucking absurd. But as he sat there, his heart racing and his palms sweaty, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for Y/N, the girl who was the complete opposite of his 'type.' And he didn't know what to do.

The next day at the café, Y/N walked in wearing a skirt for the first time. All her pants were in the laundry machine and she had no other choice, the fabric swishing around her legs with every step she took. Jimin's eyes snapped up from the counter, his gaze unmistakably drawn to her. His jaw clenched as he watched her, his heart rate spiking. She looked... different. Vulnerable. And it made him want to both protect her and claim her as his own. It was a confusing mess of emotions that he didn't know how to navigate.

As the hours ticked by, his thoughts grew more and more erratic. He couldn't focus on the customers, his eyes drifting back to her legs every chance he got. He had to get a grip. This was not how he operated. But every time she'd lean over the counter to grab something, he'd catch a glimpse of her bare skin, and his thoughts would spiral out of control.

Eventually, as the café emptied out and the night grew later, they found themselves alone. Y/N was coming out of the bathroom, her cheeks still flushed from washing her face, her eyes meeting his in the hallway. Jimin's chest tightened, his resolve crumbling. He couldn't take it anymore.

With a swift movement, he backed her up against the wall, his hand coming to rest around her neck, not tight enough to scare but firm enough to hold her in place. His other hand found her waist, his fingers digging in slightly. He leaned in, his breath hot against her face. "Why are you so fucking annoying?" he murmured, his voice strained with frustration and want.

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart racing. She didn't know if she should be scared or... excited. This was not the Jimin she knew. This was a Jimin who was conflicted, his usual confidence shaky. She could feel his warm breath against her cheek, his hand on her neck not tight but firm, a silent demand for her attention. Her pulse thrummed beneath his touch, sending waves of heat through her body.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't push him away, didn't fight. There was something in his eyes that made her heart race, something she hadn't seen before.

"I don't know," Jimin admitted, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his hand tighten slightly around her neck. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the fight between the bully and the boy who had held her hand through the dark. She didn't know which one she wanted to win.

Suddenly, Jimin leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her body betraying her. She felt his breath on her lips, the anticipation making her stomach flip.

But the kiss didn't come. Instead, Jimin's hand left her neck and moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. He leaned back, his gaze searching hers. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with something unfamiliar.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her mind racing. "Yes?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Jimin's gaze searched hers, his thumb continuing to stroke her cheek. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice sincere. "For everything."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Jimin, it's okay. I forgave you a long time ago."

He searched her eyes, his own filled with doubt. "You're too nice," he said, his voice low. "What I did was awful. What I said back then. None of it was true."

Y/N felt her heart stutter. She had never seen this side of Jimin before, raw and exposed. She didn't know if she was ready to hear his apology, let alone believe it. "It's ok," she whispered.

But Jimin wasn't finished. "No, it's not," he said, his voice hoarse. "I was a fucking asshole, and I don't deserve your forgiveness." His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she saw the pain he had been carrying all this time, the guilt that had driven him to work himself to the bone.

Y/N's heart softened, the anger she had held onto slowly dissipating. "We've all made mistakes," she said gently. "It's what we do after that matters."

Jimin's gaze held hers for a moment longer before he leaned in, closing the space between their lips. It was a soft kiss, tentative and questioning, as if asking for permission. Y/N's eyes closed on their own accord, and she leaned into it, feeling the warmth of his mouth, the gentle pressure of his thumb on her cheek. It was nothing like she had ever expected from him, but somehow it felt right.

His lips moved against hers, a silent apology, a promise of something more. Y/N's hand found his arm, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto the strength she hadn't known she needed. The kiss deepened, the tension in the air palpable as they both grappled with the sudden intimacy. It was a kiss filled with regret and hope, a silent acknowledgment of the past and a plea for the future.

Jimin's hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase the space that had existed between them for so long. Y/N's heart hammered against her ribcage, the sensation of his touch sending sparks dancing across her skin. His thumb traced lazy circles along her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as if trying to make up for lost time.

Y/N's hand found its way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm. It matched the rhythm of her own, a frantic symphony of emotions that played out in the silence of the café. Her other hand slid around his waist, pulling him closer still, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. She felt the tension in his muscles, the weight of his guilt and fear, but she didn't care. In that moment, all she cared about was the way he was looking at her, the way his mouth felt against hers.

They broke apart, both panting, eyes wide and searching. The air between them was charged with something new, something neither of them had expected. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice shaky.

He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've been thinking," he began, his thumb still caressing the line of her jaw. "About us."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What about us?"

Jimin cupped her face, "I like you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "I know it's fucked up, considering how I treated you, but I can't help it."

Y/N's eyes searched his, disbelief and hope warring within her. "You... you like me?" she stuttered.

Jimin nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Jimin, I... I like you too," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion.

He searched her face, the doubt in his eyes slowly fading. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes, I do."

Jimin's grip on her waist tightened slightly, his eyes lighting up with relief and something else, something she didn't quite recognize. "Since when?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Since you took care of me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the surprise evident. "Really?"

Y/N nodded, her pulse racing. "I never thought you'd change," she confessed, her voice trembling. "But you did. You showed me kindness when I needed it."

Jimin's thumb traced the curve of her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "I've wanted to tell you for a while," he murmured, "but I didn't know how. I was afraid of screwing everything up."

Y/N's breath hitched, her hand finding its way to his chest again. "You haven't," she assured him, her voice a soft whisper.

Jimin's gaze grew intense, his hand sliding down to grip hers, holding it tightly. "I don't know how to do this," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "How to be good to someone, to not be a complete asshole."

Y/N's heart swelled with something she hadn't allowed herself to feel before. Compassion. "You're already doing it," she said, her voice gentle. "You just have to keep trying."

Jimin stared at her, his eyes searching. "You really believe that?"

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady. "I do."

Their eyes remained locked, the intensity of the moment stretching out between them. Then, without another word, Jimin leaned in and kissed her again. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of her lips. Y/N melted into the kiss, her hands sliding around his waist as she pulled him closer.

The café's bell chimed, signaling the end of their shift, but neither of them moved to break away. The world outside had faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating feeling of their bodies pressed together. When they finally did pull back, they were both breathless, their cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

Y/N looked up at Jimin, her heart racing. "What does this mean?" she whispered.

Jimin took a deep breath, his eyes still on hers. "It means I'm yours," he said.

Y/N felt a thrill run through her at his words, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy. "And I'm yours, Jimin."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, and she saw a flicker of doubt. "I don't deserve you, baby," he murmured.

Y/N placed a finger over his lips. "You're right, you don't," she said with a small smile. "But maybe that's exactly why you need me."

The words hung in the air, charged with a newfound understanding. Jimin searched her eyes, the doubt slowly fading away. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, his breath warm and even. "I'll do better," he murmured. "I promise."

Y/N's heart swelled with hope, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy. "You don't have to change for me," she said softly. "But for us to work, you do need to change for you."

Jimin's expression grew serious, his eyes searching hers. "I know," he said, his voice thick. "I've been thinking about that a lot. I don't want to be that guy anymore."

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "Good," she whispered. "Because I don't want you to be either."

Their eyes remained locked, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Slowly, Jimin leaned in, pressing his lips to hers again. This time, the kiss was gentle, filled with the promise of a future together. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to feel in so long.

As they broke apart, the café lights flickered, reminding them of the time. They had to close up and go home, but for a moment, all they could do was stand there, holding each other's gaze. 

"We should go," Y/N murmured, reluctance in her voice.

Jimin nodded, his hand still resting on her waist. "Yeah," he said, his voice husky with emotion. They went through the motions of closing the café, their movements coordinated and efficient despite the tumult in their hearts. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, the reality of their confession started to sink in. "So, what now?" Y/N asked, her voice small and uncertain.

"My place?" Jimin asked.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, let's go."

[jimzittos]

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[jungkookiexxx]

230824 - RM's Instagram story

[vanillakook]

THE ROOMMATE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you

parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader

warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.

genre: smut, drabble

word count: 660

a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love you’ve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3

pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesn’t know is that you’re a deranged slut that’s been yearning for him since you’ve laid eyes on him.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when he’s not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.

pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether it’s about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.

pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping he’s listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.

pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. it’s so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like it’ll burst any second if it doesn’t have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. he’d be more upset if his roommate wasn’t enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way he’s satisfied.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s scent on jungkooks pillows doesn’t go unnoticed. he’s breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks he’s going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when you’re not home, just in hopes that you’d walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a “we need to talk” text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkook’s distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasn’t prepared for his next proposal, something she thought she’d never hear from him.

“doll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?”

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[jung-koook]

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