#seokjin drabble

[inkjam-moon]

Could be a threesome with Jin and Hobi?

I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY I FELL ASLEEP LMAO

All you’ve wanted for the last few days has been to relax. By yourself. You finally have a few minutes to yourself, in your own bed. Your boyfriend Hobi is making dinner in the kitchen with his friend Jin. Jin. God, fucking Kim Seokjin. He’s been unusually touchy today and you can’t for the life of you figure out what has gotten into him, but it certainly isn’t helping the constant swirling in your abdomen the last few days.

Jin’s fucking attractive, okay? Especially since he’s been letting his hair grow out. You asked Hobi not long ago if he would be ever interested in having a threesome, and he said sure,  but when you told him you wanted Jin as a third, he just laughed and said “I can try, doubt it though.”

Men are useless sometimes.

You were hoping maybe he’d agree before the rest of their friends return from their military service at the end of the month and your house becomes the usual hangout again. You shrug, if you can’t get what you want, you’ll just have to do it yourself. All you need is five minutes… maybe ten. And with both of them busy, you finally have a chance.

You root through your bedside table drawer searching for your favorite toy. There it is! You take a deep breath and relax back against the pillows, pressing the power button and feeling the vibrator whir to life in your hand. You immediately slide it down your body under the waistband of your shorts and panties, feeling it touch you directly as you purr in delight. You tease yourself for a little bit before finally slipping the toy inside your entrance, relishing in the feeling as you push your shirt and bra up with your free hand and fondle your breast roughly. God it feels so good. It shouldn’t take you long at all at this rate. 

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“How much longer?” Jin asks from where he checks his phone across the counter.

“I dunno, maybe like five minutes?” Hoseok responds, stirring the food in the pan again. “Not much longer.”

Jin puts his phone back down and sighs. Feeling a bit awkward, but knowing each other so well, Hoseok immediately catches on. “What’s wrong?” He turns to face the older boy. 

“Nothing just… can’t stop thinking about what you asked earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Jin sighs again. “Did Y/N really ask to have a threesome? With me?”

Hoseok snorts. “Hyung, I wouldn't lie to you about something like that.”

“But why me? Why now?”

The younger boy shrugs. “You’d have to ask her. Maybe because she knows the house is going to be busy when the others come home from service?”

“But why me?” Jin repeats. 

“Don’t know.” Hoseok takes the pan off the hot burner and places it on a cool one. “She thinks you’re attractive and knows you think she is too, so why not?”

Jin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “She wouldn’t know unless you told her.” 

“It’s not like you’re inconspicuous about it.” Hoseok throws his hands up in defense when he sees Jin’s stare. “I’m just saying, it’s kind of obvious sometimes. Is that why you’ve been all over her today?”

“I haven’t been all over her.” Jin scoffs. “I do have respect for your relationship, you know.”

Hoseok just rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying hyung, she’s giving you a in, and it won’t be around for much longer, so do with that information what you will.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“I’m happy when she’s happy.”

“That’s such a bullshit answer.”

“If she wants it, it’s fine with me.” Hoseok assures him with a smile. “Not like I haven’t seen your dick before.”

Jin sighs again, raking his hand through his hair. “I’ll think about it…”

“Whatever you want, hyung.” Hoseok turns away and opens a cabinet to pull out some plates. “Now, can you go tell her that dinner is ready please?”

Jin nods as he stands up. “Where’d she go?”

“I think she went to our room to get something.”

Jin heads out of the kitchen and into the living room, turning down the hallway and walking all the way to the end where your bedroom sits, surprised to see the door is closed. Maybe you went to take a nap? He knocks lightly, but when he doesn’t hear a response he cracks the door open and peeks his head inside. 

The room is dim, with only a string of lights above your bed turned on, but that doesn’t stop him from seeing exactly what you’re doing. He hears your heavy breathing, hears the faint buzzing noise; he sees your hands, one down your pants, one gripping your breast, he sees your eyes closed, your head thrown back, chest heaving as your pleasure yourself. He smells the faint smell of sweat and the sweet smell of you in the air. Holy shit. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. He knows he shouldn’t be watching but god you’re so hot like this. He takes one last look before forcing himself to close his eyes, backing away and quietly shutting the door.

Damn. Jin adjusts his suddenly hardening length in his pants. Should he let you finish? No, he doesn’t know how long that could take, and Hoseok might get suspicious. Jin pauses a moment to calm himself down before knocking loudly and purposely on the door again.

“Y/N-ah?”

“Shit.” He hears you curse, your hushed panic on the other side of the door before you respond. “Y-yeah?”

“Dinner’s ready.”

“O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.” 

He hears your heaving breathing and has to choke back a whimper as he walks up the hallway, trying to relax before crossing the living room back into the kitchen. “She said she’ll be out in a second.” Jin states as he joins Hoseok at the table.

“Why is your face so red, did you run back and forth?” Hoseok jokes.

“Hm? Oh, uh no, just got a little hot is all.” Jin states, taking off his sweatshirt for effect. It’s not a lie. He can feel his cheeks burning as the image of you plays over and over in his head. 

Hoseok’s eyes go wide at this. “Hyung, your neck is really red. Do you need some ice?”

Jin shakes his head as you walk into the room. “I’ll be fine.”

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You’re so close. So very close to your high. It feels amazing, you want nothing else at this moment. Nothing else except-

Knock knock. “Y/N-ah?” It’s Jin.

“Shit.” Your eyes open wide, quickly moving to silence the buzzing of your vibrator before responding. “Y-Yeah?” Your response is breathy. 

“Dinner’s ready.”

Damnit. “O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.” You can hear him walk away and flop back down against the pillows. Fuck… Well. You’ll just have to finish this later.

You sigh, tucking the toy back into your nightstand and slamming the drawer shut in frustration. God you hope Jin didn’t hear you. You check yourself in the mirror, putting all of your clothes back into place before you walk out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen.

“Mm smells delicious.” You state, placing a kiss on Hoseok’s cheek as you walk past him to take your seat between him and Jin. When you sit you smile at Jin only to notice just how red his face is. “Jin, are you alright? You’re really red.”

“So are you, baby.” Hoseok states, looking over you with worry and reaching out to place his hand over yours, feeling how hot your skin is. “Are you alright?”

“Hm?” You reach a hand up to feel your cheeks are still flushed from your activities. 

“Do you want me to turn the air up? Is it too hot in here?”

You shake your head to reassure him. “No, I’ll be fine in a minute. Not sure what this is.”

The three of you eat in relative silence, which is strange because usually Jin won’t stop talking. You chance a few glances in his direction, but every time your eyes meet he quickly looks away, blushing.

After dinner and dishes, the three of you retire to the living room to watch a movie. You curl up against Hoseok’s side where you sit between him and Jin, who is seated as close to the arm of the couch as he possibly can be. His body language is screaming that he doesn't want to be close to you, but for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. He wasn’t like this before dinner. About halfway through the movie, Jin gets up to use the bathroom and you pause it for him before laying yourself across Hoseok’s lap, still feeling  a bit of your arousal from your unfinished business from earlier. 

“Hi gorgeous.” Hoseok coos in your ear as you stretch across him. 

“Hi baby~” You smile as his whispers turn into soft kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You sigh softly at the feeling of his lips on you, but when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer, you know these kisses have a purpose. “Hobi,” you warn. “Jin’s still here.”

“So?” Hoseok’s hands slip under your shirt and begin to wander along your abdomen. He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth and your eyes squeeze shut as it takes everything in you not to give in to him. 

“So, I’m pretty sure Jin doesn’t want to watch you fuck me on the couch.”

“Well, maybe not just watch.”

You shoot up in surprise for the second time tonight at the sound of Jin’s voice to see him sitting back down in his seat on the couch. “Jin!” You try to push Hoseok off, but he’s insistent. “I didn’t hear you come back. Sorry, Hobi was just stopping.” Hoseok’s lips leave your neck, but he stays close enough that you can feel his breath on the wet spots he made, and it sends a shiver of desire down your spine.

“No, I wasn’t.” Hoseok smirks, placing a hot kiss against your pulse point. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” 

You stop fighting Hoseok to look up at Jin, puzzled. “No, I didn’t.”

“He said ‘maybe not just watch’.”

“Wait, really? Hobi asked you?” The room goes quiet as you wait for Jin’s answer; as if everything around you is made of glass, and if any of you move the wrong way, the moment will shatter around you. 

Jin’s face flushes bright red. “Yeah, he did and, w-well… I mean.” He glances up at you from beneath his long lashes. “If it’s okay, I think we could t-try.”

You’ve never seen Jin this shy before, usually he’s a little cocky, but this side of him is so soft. You climb back into your seat, sitting on your knees in between the two of them, facing Jin. “Are you sure? Tonight?”

He nods, finally meeting your gaze, a little steadier with his decision. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

You squeal with delight as you throw your arms around his neck, surprising Jin as you hug him tightly. “I’m so excited!” You exclaim as you sit back on your knees. “Can I- Is it okay if I kiss you? Hobi, is that okay?”

“Fine with me.” Your boyfriend chimes in from behind you. 

Jin rubs his neck, a tell-tale sign that he’s nervous before he nods. “S-sure.”

“Don’t worry.” You offer him a sweet smile. “We’ll go slow, yeah?”

He lets out a breath, relaxing a little. “Okay.”

You reach a hand out and cup Jin’s cheek before leaning closer to him, feeling his eyes on you which makes you laugh. “Close your eyes, don’t make it weird.” You giggle. 

“Oh, right. Sorry it’s been a while.”

He closes his eyes and waits for you. You rub your thumb across his smooth skin, studying his features up close for just a moment before you focus on his lips, his beautiful plump lips. You silently thank Hoseok for being the best boyfriend before closing the gap and pressing your lips against Jin’s. He’s stiff at first, and you chuckle, smiling against his mouth. You slide your hand down to his neck as you repeat the motion and feel him relax this time, responding to the brush of your lips this time with his own. His lips are luxurious. You thought Hoseok’s lips were pillows, Jin’s are deluxe. You can’t help it when you tilt your head, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Jin allows you, following your lead.

All the thoughts float from your mind as you gently push Jin back against the arm of the couch, leaning over him and straddling one of his legs. You feel his hands slide up to your waist as his lips part, his tongue snaking out and asking for access to your mouth. A small moan escapes you as you let him in, feeling his tongue press against yours, the taste of wine still present from dinner.

Jin’s hands squeeze your waist, a few of his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt and rubbing your bare skin. You’re so lost in the feeling of Jin’s hands and mouth against you that the feeling of Hoseok’s hands on your ass makes you jump. You break the kiss with Jin and look over your shoulder at your boyfriend, his hands rubbing your ass over your shorts. 

“Your ass looks so damn good in these shorts.” He groans. “But I didn’t realize how hot it would be to watch you make out with Jin hyung.” To emphasize his statement, Hoseok presses his hips against you, and sure enough through his shorts you can feel the beginnings of his erection. 

You sit up on your knees, turning your head to capture Hoseok’s lips this time. He responds quickly, hungrily, his hands sliding around to your front and slipping under your shirt, tracing over your stomach before moving up and giving your breasts a squeeze as you gasp into his mouth. Jin sits up, his hands grabbing your waist as he rubs his thumbs over your hips, mesmerized by your reactions to Hoseok’s touches, memorizing every brush of skin that has you keening. 

Hoseok’s mouth moves down to your neck as he grabs your shirt, yanking it off over your head and tossing it onto the floor. It takes no time after that for him to unclasp your bra, pushing it off your shoulders so that it falls into Jin’s lap. Hoseok grabs Jin’s hands from where they rest on your waist and drags them up your body, placing them on top of your breasts before his own hands slide back down your stomach. 

Jin squeezes you gently, making you whimper for more. His hands grab you roughly a few times before he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, finding out how sensitive they are as you practically melt in his hands, his head dipping down to press kisses along your abdomen as he does. Hoseok’s mouth is working the expanse of your neck and shoulder, distracting you while his fingers pop open the button of your shorts and then slide the zipper down. He wastes no time slipping a hand under the fabric of your underwear and dipping his fingers into your already soaked folds.

“Hobi~” You breathe out his name as he circles your clit with experience. He knows exactly what to do to get you riled up for Jin, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.

Jin sits back to see what Hoseok did to get you to make that noise, and is shocked to see his friend's hand already in your pants. This causes him to get up on his knees with the two of you, pinching your nipples repeatedly as he reconnects his lips to yours. You feel Hoseok use his free hand to take off his shirt behind you, and then wrap that arm around your waist, pressing the warmth of his skin against your back and his hard length against your ass as his shirt dangles from his preoccupied forearm.

You quickly tug at the hem of Jin’s shirt, silently begging him to take it off. He smirks against your mouth before removing the fabric from his body, pulling it past your lips as he tosses it to the floor. You quickly pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you press your breasts against his chest, his tongue slipping back into your mouth. One of Jin’s hands slides down with Hoseok’s into your shorts, but he moves farther, his long fingers finding your entrance quickly and tracing merciless circles around it before he finally plunges two of them deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck~” You whine, burying your face in Jin’s neck. 

“Oh my god you’re wet.” Jin mumbles in amazement, making Hoseok chuckle.

“Told you hyung.” Hoseok finally rubs the pad of his middle finger across your clit and your legs shake from the pleasure as you moan into Jin’s skin. ”Isn’t she tight?”

Jin pumps his fingers inside you a few times as you hold him closer. “Incredibly.”

Hoseok pulls his hand away and you whine in protest, moving to look back at him, but he quickly shushes you. “Let’s move to the bed baby, it’ll be more comfortable for you.”

You nod, allowing Jin to also remove his hand before grabbing it and slipping his fingers into your mouth, cleaning your juices off of him as he watches, awestruck. 

“Goddamn.” Is all he says as he watches you stand up. You take his hand and tug him along with you, leading both boys back to the bedroom where you quickly climb onto the bed to wait.

Hoseok sheds his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers before gesturing for Jin to do the same. Jin obeys, sliding out of his jeans before joining you on the bed, watching as Hoseok digs through his nightstand for a few things, giving you a chance to look down at Jin’s lap, seeing how hard he is in his boxers, his length straining against the thin fabric, much like Hoseok’s is. Jin looks thick and your body shivers as you think of what he’ll feel like inside you. 

When Hoseok finds what he wants, he jumps on the bed with you both before pushing you onto all fours. He grabs your shorts and tugs them down, depositing them onto the floor before giving your ass a nice smack.

“Hyung, will you do the honors?” Hoseok plays with the waistband of your only remaining garment. “Or would you rather stare at her ass all day.” He jokes when he sees where Jin’s gaze is focused. 

Jin’s hands move slowly, but purposefully, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down over your ass inch by inch, groaning when they reveal your dripping wet center. He pulls them off the rest of the way, his eyes never leaving you.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Hoseok puts a hand on each cheek and spreads them apart, showing you off to his friend as you arch your back for them. 

“So pretty…” Jin breathes.

“Hobi…” You whimper, feeling a little two exposed as both of these boys stare at your most intimate parts. 

Hoseok moves back towards your head, cupping your chin so that you’re looking up at him. “Are you okay with Jin hyung feeling how tight your sweet pussy is baby?” He asks softly, a vast difference from how dirty his words are. You can only nod, your core throbbing at the thought. “Good girl. Hyung lay down.” Jin obeys quickly, laying down on the bed next to you as Hoseok moves behind you, whispering in your ear. “Go ahead and ride him, baby.” He punctuates his sentence with a quick kiss on your cheek, watching as you move towards Jin, grabbing the elder boy’s waistband, much like he did to you moments ago, before tugging the fabric down his legs, watching his cock finally spring free against his abdomen. 

The sight of it has your mouth watering as Jin’s face and chest flush a bright pink color. You quickly move to straddle his waist, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against his lips before sitting back up and taking hold of his length and lining it up with your entrance. You look down at him one more time and he nods, watching you closely as you sink down onto him. 

A moan escapes your lips as Jin slips inside you, guided by your wetness. You shut your eyes as you sink down farther, your face and body rapidly growing hot from the feeling of him inside you as Hoseok whispers words of encouragement from behind you, also enraptured by the sight of Jin’s cock disappearing deep inside you. 

“Fuck~” You groan when he’s fully seated inside of you. He feels incredible, stretching your walls so deliciously. Jin isn’t fairing much better than you, his chest already heaving as his hands fall to your waist, squeezing it tightly to beg you to move. 

You get the message and begin to move your hips, bouncing yourself up and down on his length, bracing your hands on his chest to help you move. He feels so good inside you, you think you might burst, your skin pricking with an electricity that has you panting already. After a few minutes of bliss, you feel Hoseok’s hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles against your skin before he pushes you forward into Jin’s chest, exposing your ass to him. You sit up enough to look over your shoulder to see Hoseok has his boxers off already as he scoots up to you between Jin’s legs, rubbing his own cock to slicken it for you. 

“Couldn't let you two have all the fun.” Hoseok teases before you feel his tip at your puckered rim. “Deep breath baby, just relax for me. You know the drill.”

You nod, giving him the okay before resting your forehead against Jin’s, relaxing the lower half of your body as the younger boy pushes his hips forward. He goes slow, like he always does, but tonight, your ass seems more greedy than usual, taking his length in quickly, with little to no need for adjustment. You groan as he continues to push in, sometimes you forget how long Hoseok is until he does this, but god does it feel good, so good that you have to hold back your orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet. You force all your tension into your hand as it squeezes the sheets next to Jin’s head, and Jin rubs your side soothingly, until he starts moaning with you, able to feel Hoseok push against his own length through the barrier of your body. 

Once Hoseok is as deep as he can get inside you, all three of you let out a heavy breath as his hips still for a moment. 

“Damn you took me in so well tonight baby.” Hoseok praises, his fingers tracing along your spine. “You look so good with all your holes filled.”

“Hobi, p-please~” You whine. He places a hard smack against your ass before he starts to move his hips, slowly pulling out of you before quickly pushing in again, and under you Jin begins to do the same, fucking up into you as Hoseok pulls out and vice versa. They quickly pick up the pace, both boys gripping your hips, as you whimper between them.

God you’ve never felt so good, so full.  With both of their cocks spreading you open relentlessly, it’s no surprise how quickly you’re brought up to the edge of release, especially with how close you were earlier. Just a few more well placed thrusts and then…

“Fuck~” You come undone, your entire body shaking from the pleasure that pulses through you. Your orgasm is quick as the boys continue to fuck you through it, your legs growing weak as it passes. 

“Damn that was fast” Hoseok slows his pace to a near stop. “You came already?” You can only nod, burying your face in Jin’s neck. You hear Hoseok chuckle behind you. “You want another one, don’t you baby?”

“Yes~” You whimper against Jin.

“Hyung help me get her on her side.” Hoseok instructs. 

Both boys maneuver you onto your side without slipping out of you, sandwiching you between their bodies as Hoseok grabs your right leg and holds it up for you. You wrap your arms around Jin’s neck as they both start up their pace again, their delicious breaths and moans now directly in your ear as they fill you over and over again, now both sliding into you at the same time. 

It burns for only a minute before your core decides it feels good again, letting the pleasure back into your senses as your nails dig into Jin’s back. You pull your head out of the crook of his neck before pressing your mouth to his again, sliding your tongue past his lips to taste him for a moment before turning over your shoulder and doing the same to Hoseok, switching between both of them as one of them focuses more on kissing you, and the other focuses more on fucking you. 

It isn’t long before Hoseok’s breathing get heavier against your lips, he always gets so worked up when you let him fuck your ass, it’s a miracle he hasn’t cum already. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours before squeezing your thigh where he’s holding it, signaling to you that he’s close and to focus on Jin. 

You turn to the older boy, your tongues tangling as you squeeze around his length, earning a delightful groan from the back of his throat. His own breathing is ragged, signaling his own impending release in closer than you thought. 

“Jinnie~” You whine, using the nickname you only pull out for special occasions. He only grunts in response, too far gone. “Jinnie cum for me, please.” You beg. “I want to feel you cum.”

“Fuck…” The hand that was helping Hoseok hold your thigh up suddenly slides down your body to your center and begins drawing quick, tight circles on your clit, just the way you like, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “You first.”

“J-Jin~ Hobi~!” You cry out as your second orgasm slams into you without warning, your entire body convulsing from the sheer bliss and gratification, panting as your high swirls around and through you.

Hoseok is next, you hear him groan behind you as he slams into you one last time, filling your ass with his hot release as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

With the feeling of your core contracting ruthlessly around him, Jin isn’t far behind, thrusting into your wet heat once, twice, three more times before the pleasure takes hold of him too, and you feel his cum spurting inside you as he moans softly, rutting against you to drag out the sensation. 

The three of you lay there tangled together for a long time, reveling in the after-glow euphoria as your breathing returns to normal. Jin is the first one to speak. 

“Holy shit… I had no idea it would be like that.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was…”

“Amazing.” Hoseok finishes for him. 

“Really amazing.” Jin nods.

You hum your agreement, absolutely loving the feeling of being sandwiched between their spent bodies. “Can I ask what made you decide?” You turn to face Jin and Hoseok sits up on his elbow, curious to hear the elder boy’s answer. 

“H-honestly?” Jin looks away sheepishly. “I kind of saw you earlier…”

“Saw me? What do you mean?”

“Before dinner? When you were, you know… in here… alone.”

You gasp with realization and smack his arm. “You perv!”

“It was an accident! I swear!”

“And you didn’t say anything?” You smack his arm again laughing. 

“What am I missing?” Hoseok asks, clearly confused. 

“Tell him, Jin.”

Jin sighs. “When you asked me to get Y/N for dinner, I knocked but she didn’t answer and the door was unlocked so I just… you know, peeked my head in. and she was, well…”

“Masturbating!” You squeal. 

“I couldn’t see anything!” Jin admits. “Only your boob was out!”

“Was she using her vibrator?” Hoseok giggles, unphased by the situation when he sees that you are too. Jin nods. “Baby I told you not to use that when we have people over. Remember what happened last time? And now this time?”

“I really needed it!” You pout. “And I didn’t even get to finish.” 

“Wait, what happened last time?” Jin asks. 

“Nothing!” You deny. 

“Joon got a bit more of a show than you did.” Hoseok explains.

“Hobi!”

Hoseok shrugs. “What? It’s true.”

“Yeah, but Joon didn’t get to fuck me after.” You point out. “Trust me if you guys used that thing you’d see why I use it so much.”

“Hm, maybe we can do that next time.”

“Next time?” Jin questions again.

“What, we still have a few more days before the boys come back.” You state, rubbing your hand along Jin’s chest. “Was once enough for you?”

Jin looks at you before looking over your shoulder at Hoseok for an answer.

“Don’t look at me.” Hoseok smiles. “She asked you.”

“Fuck, how do you resist her?” Jin smiles back at both of you. 

Hoseok shakes his head, placing another smack against your ass. “I don’t.”

[7brownsuga7]

MDNI!!

Imagine sitting on JINS lap as he plays one of his computer games. His eyes locked on the screen - at least, that's what it seems. His left hand, however, tells a different story, as it rests between your legs, curling inside you with slow, deliberate precision.

Your soft moans break his concentration, pulling him away from the game more than he'd like.

Yet, he never falters with you - his thumb circles your clit, teasing, dragging more needy sounds from your lips.

He mutters frustrated curses at the screen - but between each word, he whispers little praises against your ear. Eyes flickering away from the game as he kisses your shoulder - while you squirm on top of him.

"You wanted me so badly, even while I was playing," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. His grip tightens just slightly as you squirm in his lap. "Don't run now, princess."

[littlelunababi]

Dating Jin 🐹

Dating him would be a lot of nights spent cooking together and his terrible dad jokes that are so bad they’re actually funny.

“What do you call a sad strawberry?”

You can only sigh deeply because you know it’s a terrible joke and he’s gonna tell it anyways.

“A blueberry” cue the windshield wiper laugh that also makes you laugh. The joke is stupid but he makes it funny but you won’t tell him that.

He would be the type to maybe put you in his pink hoodie and have you next to him as he cooks, teaching you a new recipe and the right substitutes to use.

He’d also be the type to hold you close at night, grip like a vice on his little spoon. Sometimes, he’d trap you in his arms and purposely tell terrible jokes just to mess with you.

But nights like tonight are the ones he actually loves. You two had made his favorite dish, binged your favorite show and now you’re both cuddling in bed.

He’s holding you close to him as he tells you sweet memories of him and his members. His voices always softened a bit when talking about them and his voice was soothing.

He would smile as he found you sleeping softly as he recalled a memory of something similar. He would pull you closer and sleep with you happily tangled together.

This was a level of intimacy he would never trade for the world.

[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 6

[day six: corruption kink]

pairing: seokjin x reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

notes: smut straight under the cut

kinktober masterlist

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

“Come on, baby. Play with yourself for me” Jin presses his lips to your cheek. Warm breath fanning over your flushed skin, the prettiest shade of pink.

His cock twitches as your hands slip between your thighs, eyes refusing to meet his as your fingers curl over your covered pussy. So unsure of yourself as the pads of your fingers graze over your clit, not enough to spark any pleasure. Simply grazing over your cunt, no real pressure behind your movements.

You squirm in Jin’s lap, pitiful coo falling from his lips as you press a little harder over your pussy lips, growing desperate in your own arousal.

You swallow down your pride, frustrated tears clinging to your eyes as you look up at him; anything to feel the pleasure that he likes to bring you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, faux pout pulling at his bottom lip at your clear distress. Poor little pussy throbbing, desperate.

“Wanna feel good” you murmur, hips stuttering upwards against your hand, nothing happening.

Jin hums, a sound you know means you weren’t about to get your way, “Then make yourself feel good”

Your bottom lip pulls out into a pout, index finger pressing a little harder against the soaked crotch of your panties.

“I don’t know how” it comes out as nothing more than a whisper, breathy and quiet. So much embarrassment tearing away at your insides at the fact you didn’t even know how to pleasure yourself. So scared of your own body and the many possibilities of endless pleasure you could be able to bring yourself.

“What was that, baby? Say it louder I couldn’t hear you” his hands slip around your waist, greedy fingers slipping under your shirt, teasing over your bare tits.

“I don’t know how” a little louder, enough for Jin’s cock to throb. Dewy precum leaking into his underwear as your eyes watch his hands, nipples hardening as he barely brushes the pads of his thumbs over your flesh.

“You don’t know how?” he asks, mean little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shake your head, hands now stagnant between your thighs, fingers paused over the growing wet spot; pussy leaking so much slick at the tone of his voice, hands touching you in sensitive places.

“And you want Jinnie to help you?” he presses a kiss to your jaw, holding himself there as you swallow down a whimper.

You nod.

“Want me to teach you how to play with your pretty little clit?” his fingers pinch one of your nipples, tugging a moan out of you.

Your chest stutters for a breath, “Yes, please” you whine, hands slipping to your sides when he pulls your legs open.

Another wave of slick leaks out your pussy when he tugs your panties down, singular hand tugging both your ankles upwards to help you strip for him.

Your cunt clenches, puffy and needy and ever so desperate you can’t find it in yourself to want to close your legs when you pushes them open; hooked on either side of his thighs.

His hands skim down the length of your body, hard cock pressing against your lower back, straining for any sort of friction as he catches sight of your slicked up pussy.

“This right here” his fingers skim over your mound, “is where we’re gonna make you feel really good, okay baby?”

His fingers dip through your folds, wet with your arousal before he pulls back the hood of your clit.

You glance down the line of your body, clenching as the sight of his hand so close to where you want him.

His thumb runs over your clit, hips jutting upwards at the sudden pleasure pulsing down your body.

“You always make such pretty noises when I touch you here” he murmurs, finger dragging over the little bud, dribble of slick falling onto the sheets as he touches you.

He holds your pussy open, swollen little clit throbbing, “Touch yourself, come on my love” he urges, free hand taking hold of yours, pressing your fingers just as he had.

He swallows down a groan at your gentle flick of your clit, the unsure way you drag over it, no doubt only feeling the smallest sparks of pleasure.

It must be how unsure you are of your own body, indirect innocence of it all that has him rutting his hips forward, barely any friction against his straining cock. The mere sight of you probably enough for him to cum in his underwear.

He dips a finger into your pussy as you slowly work out how to touch your clit, pressing a little harder, a little faster as Jin pushes against your sweet spot.

You find yourself slipping your orgasm, thighs quivering. The sweetest little moans tumbling off your lips in quick succession when he flicks at your clit. Your hands grasping the fabric of your shirt as he prolongs your orgasm. Because as much as he loves the idea of you being the master of your own pleasure, there will always be something about him doing it for you, slowly plaguing your mind that has him cumming untouched.

[golden-loona]

the front porch test | j.j.k, k.s.j & k.n.j

for years, seokjin has been judging and testing those his friends get into relationships with. especially the youngest of the friend group, jungkook. because that man's taste in women? yikes.

one time, it was a girl who ran a fantasy football team and she talked a LOT. seokjin himself is a yapper but my god, he was scared this woman would run out of air. every meal, every group gathering was just painful.

so what did seokjin do? he listened to the devil on his shoulder and he worked his magic, shattering the glass of new-girlfriend-blindness for jungkook and making him see sense.

this was not the first time seokjin had done this and was definitely not the last. with each girlfriend jungkook had, he would imagine himself on a front porch at age 80, by the beach and playing cards. who would be there? his partner, namjoon, obviously. along with their friends and respective partners.

but jungkook and the chatterbox? hell no. she had to go.

seokjin did this with every girlfriend that came and went for jungkook. was it manipulative and controlling? a little bit. but did he also care for jungkook and the sanity of his friends? very much so.

when jungkook finally introduced you to the group, seokjin felt it. that shift. he saw jungkook's smile, the way it spread gracefully on his face. the way his eyes sparkled as you spoke, his face glowing with nothing but adoration. this was a man in LOVE if seokjin ever saw one.

"i'm doing the front porch test," seokjin says the moment he and namjoon get home from dinner, the front door only just closing behind them.

"jin, you and this test-" namjoon sighs, sitting down on the couch with slight exhaustion.. "no- i don't want to hear a word."

so seokjin imagined it, he didn't need to overthink it either. he could imagine it with ease. everyone there, jungkook and you. the way your presence calms jungkook, the way you sit and comfortably make conversation with everybody, cracking jokes like you've always been there.

they're on the way to a group gathering a week later, just pulling up when namjoon remembers seokjin's mention of the front porch test. "the test, did you do it?" namjoon asks softly, parking up.

you and jungkook come into view, stood together having a little laugh to yourselves. looking at each other like you're the only ones on earth.

a quiet "yeah," leaves seokjin's lips as he watches his youngest friend. "and?" namjoon asks with a raised brow, hoping for a decent result. "she passed."

golden-loona 2025

[7ndipity]

“Miss You”

Jin x Reader

Summary: You and Jin had always been close, but following his enlistment, you realize that there might be much more between you than just friendship

Word Count: 4.0k(wtf?!)

Warnings: angst, pining, swearing, lil suggestive at the end, not proofread

A/N: A massive thank you to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request and for being so patient with me while I worked on it! This really got away from me, lol, but I really love how it turned out and hope you will too!

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"Why am I so fucking nervous?” You wondered to yourself as you sat waiting in your car, glancing around the parking lot of the restaurant in search of the familiar figure of your best friend. “This man has seen me at my worst, he’s not gonna care about my outfit."

But still your fingers found their way back to your sleeve, fidgeting with the fabric anxiously, finding it impossible to get it to sit to your satisfaction.

Dinners with Jin had once been such a common occurrence for the two of you that you would naturally show up at each others places without notice, oftentimes still in work or rehearsal clothes and messy hair.

You and Jin had been friends for years, meeting not long after you first moved to Seoul, and in essence, your relationship boiled down to that you irritated the shit out of each other, but that was why you loved each other. It wasn’t uncommon for you to greet each other with nicknames like “jackass” and “idiot”, or to treat each other to things like ice cream topped with fish sauce instead of chocolate syrup.

Some in your friend group found your dynamic a little peculiar to say the least, but they didn't question it much. The two of you were simply comfortable enough to be your true ridiculous selves together.

For all of your more childish behaviors though, you both knew you could count on the other for anything, whether that was being a shoulder to cry on when you got dumped by your first real boyfriend, or comforting him as he poured out his fears of keeping up with the demands of Idol life. You trusted each other with every version of yourselves, which was quite different from almost every other friendship you had.

Indeed, the only thing you had truly kept hidden from him was the not so small crush you had developed for him over the years.

It wasn’t exactly a shocking development; neither of you had particularly fulfilling dating lives, and you tended to spend most your nights off at each other's places because that just felt easier, more comfortable. You two had even joked together that you might as well date, but it of course never went beyond jokes.

Part of you wanted to be honest with him about your feelings, but it didn’t feel right to dump that kind of information on him when he was already dealing with so much.

What if he didn’t feel the same? Were you really willing to risk one of the most important friendships in your life on a maybe? And even if he did feel the same, which you very much doubted, what would you be able to do about it now that he was going away for over a year?

No, it was much better, much kinder, to just keep things the way they were, and to love and support him solely as a friend.

As the time for Jin to enlist drew closer, your hangouts had taken on a slightly more bittersweet tone, realizing more and more how much you were going to miss seeing each other.

Neither of you spoke about it though, playing it off with jokes about how grateful you’d be to have the other out your hair.

“At least once you’ve left, I’ll be able to watch good tv again.” You’d teased one evening after losing another round of rock, paper, scissors for what show to watch.

“Ha, as if! I bet you won’t make it two weeks before you’re back to watching my picks.” He’d retorted, flopping back against your couch. “Face it, you’re gonna be totally lost without me.”

You’d rolled your eyes, but a tiny voice in the back of your mind feared that he was right.  

But then, the time came for him to leave, and reality hit much harder than either of you had anticipated.

You had thought that perhaps the distance and time apart might help you get over your lingering feelings for your friend, but instead, his sudden absence had just left a painfully obvious hole in your life and left you feeling terribly alone. You hadn’t realized just how much space he took up in your day to day life until he was gone.

Everything felt off balance. Evenings at home, which had once been your favorite, were now dark and dull, dinners quiet and lonely. Your favorite cafes and shops were now far too loud and crowded on your own.

You could tell that he wasn’t dealing with the separation well either, though he tried to keep up his normal cheery disposition whenever you called. But each time, you noticed the way his smiles didn’t always reach his eyes, or that his laughs were just a little more forced.

You tried to keep in touch through text, sending each other your usual memes and updates, but as time went on, the frequency began to slowly lessen more and more.

It was better when you were able to see each other in person, able to pretend for those few hours that almost nothing had changed, but it seemed more and more like the universe was against you having even that. On the days that Jin managed to get leave, something always seemed to interfere with you seeing each other, whether it was work schedules, family emergencies, or random stomach flus. Last time, you’d only managed to meet up for a quick coffee before he had to leave again.

To your credit though, the two of you never forgot a single holiday or special occasion for the other, sending gifts and trying your hardest to meet around the time of your birthdays.

This was one of those such days, just a week or so past your birthday, that you were currently sat waiting for him to show up.

He had promised to treat you to a meal for your birthday, just like he did every year, so you had picked a place close to his base that you knew you both loved. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a little locally owned barbeque place, but it was where the two of you had met several times before, and it had come to feel like ‘your place’.

Finally, you spotted his familiar figure appear, leaning up against the side of the building as he glanced around for you, looking gorgeous as ever in the golden evening light.

Exiting your car, you half ran across the parking lot, tackling him in a tight bear hug.

“Oof! Hi, Bug.” He greeted you breathlessly, steading the two of you before returning your embrace.

“Wassup, dork.” You said, grinning up at him.

“Yah! I’m a military man now, you should speak to me with some respect.” He scolded you.

“Yeah, not gonna happen.” You snickered, earning an eye roll from him.

“Alright, menace,” He shoved you off playfully. “Let's go eat, I’m starving.”

The two of you fell back into your usual rhythm with each other, swapping stories about work, family, his new friends from the base, the new coffee place near your apartment that you hated, anything that crossed your minds. But throughout the evening, you couldn’t help but notice the strange shift in the air.

Maybe it was the fact that this was the most time that you’d spent together in ages, but the whole evening had a nervous energy to it, almost like a first date.

You caught yourself admiring little things about Jin that you had only fleetingly paid mind to before, if at all.

The way he gripped his chopsticks or spoke with his hands, bringing to mind the numerous times he’d gripped tight onto your hand to keep you from getting separated in busy crowds. You wondered if they felt the same, or had the past year of work made them rough?

“Y/n?”

You blinked, Jin eyeing you mild amusement.

“You okay? Or am I boring you already?” He asked with faux indignation. 

“No no, sorry.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the sudden heat in your face. Had you been staring at him the whole time? You desperately hoped not.

Then again, it wasn’t just you acting strangely either.

More than once through the evening, you could have sworn you caught Jin staring at your mouth as you’d spoke, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, drawing your attention to his outfit, noting that he seemed to have dressed up a bit more than usual, just like you had. 

The perceived change in both your demeanors lead to several weighted silences, but there was also an nervous undercurrent of excitement to them, both of you fleetingly meeting the others eye, only to then be caught and left temporarily unable to look away. It was as if you were both waiting, daring the other to address it, but neither of you did.

Inevitably though, it grew too late to ignore, the restaurant around you now nearly empty, the sky outside long turned black.

As you exited the restaurant, a cloud of silence fell over the two of you again, this time though it was more mournful, sensing the impending goodbye, not knowing when you would get to see each other like this again. 

“You’re sure you’ll be okay getting home?” Jin asked softly. “It’s a bit of a drive.”

“Yes Mom, I’ll be fine.” You tried to tease, but the words came out without any real edge to them.

The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, Jin chewing his lip nervously, as if he wanted to say something more, but he didn’t.

Suddenly, he wordlessly pulled you into a tight hug, something he had done a thousand times before, but something in the way he held you this time made your heart ache, holding onto him a little tighter this time, savoring the warmth of him around you for just a little longer.

"I miss you." The words slipped out before you realized, so small and heavy with heartbreak, drifting away in the night air as you kept your face pressed against the material of his jacket, hoping that maybe he hadn’t heard you.

You felt him freeze for the smallest fraction of a second before his arms tightened around you, hugging you closer.

“Me too.” He breathed, barely audible.

You bit your lip, trying desperately to will away the sudden stinging wetness in your eyes.

After a long moment, you both became of aware of how you were holding onto each other, parting awkwardly as you cleared your throat, looking anywhere but him.

“G-goodnight, Jin.” You muttered hurriedly. 

“Night.” He replied, taking a small step back before giving an awkward half bow. “Stay safe and eat well, yeah?” His eyes were similarly misted over, matching your own.

“Mhm, you too.” You nodded quickly, looking away again.

Feeling your already wavering facade threatening to crack, you nodded and turned away, walking quickly to your car without looking back at him.

The next few months passed relatively quickly, but following that night there had been a palpable shift between the two of you.

Calls began to lessen. Then texts. You claimed work was just really hectic and you were just busy, but it wasn't the whole truth. 

The truth was you were terrified.

Memories of that evening plagued you constantly, as did your accidental confession.

It was just three words, a simple and perfectly innocent statement given the context of your situation, but they had held more meaning than you intended them to, and you could tell that Jin had picked up on their meaning as well, based on his recent, equally awkward behavior. 

Staring down at your phone, you cursed yourself silently, seeing no new messages from him yet again. If the earlier distance between you had been painful to cope with, the new silence was agony.

Why had you said anything at all?! You were sure you must have freaked him out. 

You considered just being completely honest with him and telling him how you felt, more than once you had written out several long-winded texts in an attempt to explain everything, but each time you’d lost your nerve and deleted it.

At a loss, you did the only thing you could think of, which was nothing.

You stepped back, giving him whatever space he wanted or needed, letting him choose how things would move forward between the two of you.

If he wanted to move on and act like nothing had happened, you’d go right along with him. And if he wanted to talk about it… then you’d face that and accept whatever he had to say.

That decision however, had resulted in Jin overthinking things as well.

He had also been replaying that last dinner with you, his mind drifting back to how pretty you had looked, the nervous flush that had crept over your cheeks as you’d talked, the shape of your lips, how tempting it had been to lean in and-

He shook his head, glancing around quickly as he tried to clear his mind, hoping no one had noticed his lack of focus.

“I miss you…” Those three little words had echoed in Jin’s head for days. They were simple enough, but it was something that neither of you had said in the nearly year and half that he’d been gone. Your quiet confession had caused all the feelings that he had been trying to stifle for ages to rise back to the forefront.

Over the course of your friendship, he’d become increasingly infatuated with you, but he’d always pushed those feelings to the side, fearing that you wouldn’t feel the same, or even if you did, that the complications of dating as an Idol would be too much and drive you apart. 

He had thought he was doing the right thing by keeping his feelings to himself, but your words had made him reconsider.

Unsure how to proceed, he had pulled back slightly as he mentally battled with himself.

But then you had started to pull away as well.

Your shorter messages, the sudden lack of interaction, it all made his stomach sink lower and lower with every passing day. 

He shook his head again.

No. He couldn’t take this.

He decided one of the first things he would do following his discharge was tell you the truth about how he felt, and whatever your response was, he would accept. If you rejected him, he would go back to being just your friend and pretend nothing had happened.

And if you reciprocated his feelings-? He wouldn’t let himself think about that, not yet.

Above all else, you were one of his best friends, and he was not prepared to lose you.

Finally, after what felt like the longest and shortest year and half of his life, Jin received his discharge.

The first few days after coming home were a frenzied blur for Jin.

Between meeting up with family and friends, photoshoots, hosting a fanmeet for Army, and various other schedules, he was absolutely exhausted.

In a way, it was wonderful to be getting back into his chaotic, but familiar routine, but the sudden shift back into ‘civilian life’, if one could call it that, was taking its toll on him all the same.

Everything was so loud and happening so fast, all he really wanted was just to find somewhere quiet to lay low for a few days and do nothing.

Wait no, that wasn't quite true.

He wanted to see you.

Since he’d gotten back, you had sent a few texts, welcoming him home and the like, but he’d yet to get to actually see you, a fact that was beginning to make him increasingly uneasy.

He needed to see you, needed to hear your voice, to tell all the thoughts and feelings that he had realized over the past few months. He could almost feel them, pressing in against his ribcage, squeezing the air from his lungs. He didn’t think he would be able to breathe properly again until he told you how he truly felt.

Luckily, he knew he would have a chance tonight at the party his friends were throwing for him.

It wasn’t anything elaborate, just a get together with some of his friends, with food and drinks, as a way to welcome him home.

Despite the fatigue of the past few weeks, Jin was looking forward to it, if only for the chance to see you again.

But as he scanned around the crowded room, he failed to spot your face.

“Something wrong, Hyung?” One of his friends asked, noting his deflated expression.

“Have you seen Y/n?” He asked, still looking around hopefully. “I thought they’d be here.” 

“Maybe they’re just running late or something?” He offered.

Jin nodded distractedly, ducking off to the side and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

He called your number, but was sent directly to your voicemail. He hung up and tried again, with the same result.

“Everything okay? I really wanted to see you tonight…” He typed out quickly, pressing send as someone else’s conversation caught his attention.

"Y/n? Didn’t they say they had a date tonight or something?"

His head whipped around at their words.

"What date?" He asked, slightly more sharply than he intended.

"I dunno, some blind date that Y/n said their work friend set up.” They shrugged.

“Oh.” Jin felt all the energy in his body slip away, like water down the drain.

Everyone's voices faded into static as Jin stood there motionless, feeling as if the ground below him was slowly swallowing him up.

He was too late. 

In all the months of imagining and planning and hoping, he hadn’t accounted for the fact that he might not be given an opportunity to confess, that you would move on before he had a chance. Because why wouldn’t you? He hadn’t given you any reason not to, if anything quite the opposite. He’d stupidly shied away from you in an attempt to spare himself the awkwardness of having to explain himself to you before he was ready, and now it was too late. He’d fucked up… 

In reality, however, you were not on any such date. You had actually spent the evening curled into a sniffly ball in bed, completely unaware of Jin’s numerous attempts to call you as you faded in and out of a cold meds-induced sleep.

It was true that your friend had tried to set you up with one of their guy friends, and while they had sounded very nice, you had politely declined, telling her you appreciated the offer, but you weren’t looking to date anyone at the moment.

You didn’t mention that it was mainly because you were still hung up on your best friend, but no one needed to know that, including the best friend in question.

You’d had every intention of going to his welcome home party, and to hopefully clear up the awkwardness between the two of you, but fate had decided to screw you over once more by having you come down with a cold that day, leaving you an achy, feverish mess in bed.

When you woke up the next morning, or early afternoon to be more precise, your head still slightly wobbly as you checked your phone, you felt your stomach drop as you scrolled through the multiple missed calls and messages from Jin.

You quickly called him back, praying that he wasn’t too upset with you for ignoring his calls, as well as missing his party.

It rang several times, making you worry that he wouldn’t pick up, until you finally heard his voice.

“Hello?” He answered, his tone flat and detached.

“Jin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see your messages til this morning-” You tried to explain.

“It’s fine.” He stopped you, but you thought you heard a faint sniffle from his end of the line.

“Are you okay?” You asked worriedly.

“M’fine.” He answered flatly, but you thought you recognized that sour tone.

“Are you sure? You sound a little stuffy, you’re not sick too, are you-?” You tried.

“I said I’m fine, Y/n.” He cut you off. “Look, uh, now’s not really a great time to talk, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Okay.” You said quietly, heart sinking as the line went dead.

He’d said that he was fine, but his short tone with you had said otherwise. You’d known him long enough to know he was either sick or sulking, and neither of those options sat well with you at the moment.

Before you had fully thought out what you were going to say to him, you were standing outside his door.

He was equally slow in answering the door as he had been on the phone, cracking the door open slowly.

"I was the one who was sick, why do you look like you’ve been through the plague?" You asked wryly, trying to get him to crack a smile, but no such thing happened.

“What are you doing here?” He asked in the same monotone from earlier.

“I came to see if you were okay-”

"I’m fine." He said flatly. 

Oh, he was definitely sulking. It was gonna take a bit more work than you’d initially thought to get him to talk to you then.

"Alright then, what if we-.” You started.

"How was your date?" He asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

"What date?" You asked in confusion.

"The one your friend from work set up.” He said, the distaste clear in his voice.

"Who told you about that?".

"What does it matter? How was it?" He said sharply.

You blinked, staring up at him.

Was that why he was upset about? Not that you missed the party or his calls, but because he thought you’d done so in favor of a date?

"I wouldn’t know, I told them no." You admitted, shrugging indifferently.

He straightened slightly, looking up at you in surprise. "What? Why?"

You hesitated.

You could just say because you weren’t interested, or you could just tell him the whole truth, right here and now. If he rejected you, at least then you would know and you could both move on, rather than slowly ruining your friendship the way you had the past few weeks.

Your hesitation made him suddenly anxious, seeing the conflict in your eyes, afraid to get his hopes up.

"Why didn't you go, Y/n?" He asked again, his voice suddenly low and soft.

It was the same voice that had brought you comfort more times than you could count, the voice that had accompanied numerous midnight conversations. That safe, familiar tone that felt like home.

You realized it was now or never. 

You met his gaze. “They weren’t you.”

His eyes went wide, and for a split second you feared you had made the choice.

But then he was crushing you to his chest, holding you tightly and yet so achingly gently, as if you might shatter in his hands as he pressed his lips to yours.

“I thought I was too late.” He breathed, drawing back just enough to gaze at you.

You shook your head. “I wanted you.”

“Thank fuck-” He closed the gap between you again, kissing you much more firmly this time.

Everything else seemed to fade away, all you could, hear, smell, and feel was Jin. The lingering scent of his cologne, the faint roughness on his hands as they drifted up to cup your cheek.

You hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him and pressing him closer to you.

His hands drifted lower, caressing your waist as his tongue glossed over your lower lip, making you let out a soft whine.

“Is this okay?” He rasped.

“God, yes.” You nodded quickly.

“Jin’s just fine, you don’t have to give me any special names.” He smirked at you.

You shoved him away weakly. “You’re the worst.”

He just laughed, pulling you to connect your lips again.

The sound of voices in the distance suddenly reminded you both that you were still stood on his doorstep.

“Do you wanna take this inside?” He asked “Or am I still the worst?”

“Inside.” You said quickly, giving him another shove, this time propelling you both inside and slamming the door behind you.

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[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day One: Seokjin

pairing: roommate!seokjin x f. reader

genre: roommates to lovers, sex work, 18+

summary: Seokjin invites you to watch his stream.

wc: 962

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating

kinktober: day one - 📸(voyeurism) 🏆 first time 🍽️ face sitting

date: October 25, 2024

Seokjin turned the camera as he sat in his chair. He smirked, allowing his followers to see the smooth planes of his chest.

You nearly drooled as you watched him. Your hand was between your thighs as he pushed his desk chair back to expose his thick, long cock.

Fuck, you knew better than to watch your roommate get himself off, but you couldn’t help yourself.

TastyCake: $50 stroke yourself, please

Seokjin chuckles as he appeases you. His strokes are slow, and languid as he stares into the camera. 

“Is this how you like it, TC? Nice and slow, wishing I was fucking into you?” Seokjin asks as he strokes his cock, biting his bottom lip to bite back a moan.

When Seokjin showed you his costume for his stream, you subscribed to his account. At first, you had been bashful, lurking in the comments as your roommate sat in front of the camera in his Sea Captain costume.

“I have a special guest watching tonight. She loves Halloween, and I know she’s shy about watching me, but it’s a dream come true.”

The chat goes wild as they try to guess who it could be, and you cover your face with your hands in your bedroom. You’re wearing your favorite pajama set, lilac shorts with tiny white skulls, and a black and white border on the hem. The shirt is a tank top with the same pattern and a slight v-neckline.

Seokjin reads the comments spiraling on his chat as he leans back, slowly undoing the first two buttons of his uniform. “You’re all so eager to get me naked!”

His laughter fills his bedroom, and you sigh as you watch him, sending a comment to join the others. Seokjin chuckles, shaking his head. You were surprised he’d let you watch tonight, mostly because you were good friends and roommates. He didn’t keep his occupation secret. He’d told you ahead of time what he did for work, and any time he’d go live you could either go out or wear your headphones.

Hobi_core: $200 take your top off, please!

Seokjin shakes his head as he looks straight into the camera. He undoes another button, exposing more of his beautiful chest.

Money pours in, dinging in the chat as Seokjin undoes all the buttons of his uniform. He keeps it on for a moment, showing off his taut abdomen as he grabs a bottle off his desk. Oil. Slowly, oil drips on the planes of his torso, making him shine in front of the camera.

You bite your lip as you watch attentively, legs pressed together as your body grows hot.

The stream goes on until Seokjin is naked in his seat. He winks, pushing his chair back to show off his long, thick cock.

“Fuck,” you curse as you fall back on your bed with your phone in your hand. You slip one hand under your pajama shorts, rubbing between your legs. 

Seokjin smirks after hearing you curse. 

“Are you touching yourself for me?” Seokjin asks as he slowly strokes himself. “Go ahead and touch yourself nice and slow for me, baby. Say my name.”

“Fuck, Seokjin,” You moan as you rub your clit. Your body grows hot, as you impatiently strip out of your pajamas.

“Fuck, that’s it. Moan for me. I want to hear you,” Seokjin demands as he fucks into his fist. You cry out, legs trembling as you palm your breast. Your phone lies on its side beside you with Seokjin’s dark eyes staring back at you.

“Imagine my hands on your body. My lips kiss their way down until I get between your legs,” Seokjin groans as the tips come flowing in. He bites back a moan of your name, his body jerking in his chair. He wishes you were with him, riding his cock for all its worth.

AngelJM: $100 cum for us! SweetiePie: $50 he’s gonna cum! Beauty123: $20  TastyCake: $150 cum with me, please! 

Seokjin groans, his eyes shut as he strokes himself faster. He opens his eyes to stare at the camera as he resists the urge to moan your name for all his viewers to envy.

“Seokjin!” he hears your scream from your bedroom, and it is that dulcet sound that makes him cum in his hand with a curse and a guttural groan.

Tips come pouring in as his viewers announce their orgasms. Seokjin chuckles as he catches his breath. He waves his hand at the camera, promising to return next week before he logs off.

Seokjin cleans up and puts his boxers back on after a quick trip to the bathroom. He heads to the kitchen for a bottle of water before going to your bedroom.

He knocks, and you let him in.

You’re in a t-shirt you stole from him a while back.

“Catch the stream?” Seokjin asks with a smirk.

“I did,” you nod as you sit on your bed.

“What did you think?” Seokjin asks curiously.

You pat your bed, giggling when he lies beside you. You kiss his cheek, then his jaw before kissing his lips. Seokjin moans as you straddle his hips. Your hand moves between your bodies before you slide two fingers inside you. Your thighs shake for a moment before you bring your wet fingers to Seokjin’s lips.

He greedily sucks them into his mouth, cursing before he kisses you.

“Want to join my stream next time?” Seokjin asks with a mischievous smile.

“Think you could handle me?” You tease as you rock your hips against his.

“Why don’t we find out, babe?” Seokjin rolls the two of you over, you gasp in surprise and giggle when your head meets the pillows.

“You’re that eager, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Seokjin states.

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paring: model!seokjin x artist!y/n

genre: university au, does it count if only one is in uni, fluff, rich boy seokjin is here if you squint, typical “i bumped into you and spilled my coffee” first meeting, did i mention jin is actually a naked model

word count: 1,790

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a/n: happy jinhomecoming!!! here’s my first jin drabble to celebrate <3

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you had a coffee in one hand and your sketchpad in the other as you tried to navigate your way through campus and the multiple other students.

you’re usually on time to your classes, but you accidentally overslept last night. even though you’re late, you’re also not rushing because your professor will just call you out in front of everyone!

(you really hope she won’t today)

(you can’t blame her, not really, especially when this is not the first time you show up late to class)

you reach the art building 10 minutes after the initial start of your class time and of course, it’s no surprise that your student id struggles to get read by the machine that unlocks the door.

soon enough, you’re able enter the building, speed walking your way towards the classroom.

your phone pings, reading a message jimin: where are you?, you move your fingers quickly across the screen explaining the events of this morning.

when you turn a corner suddenly, you collide with someone, and your coffee falls from your hands. it feels like it all happens in slow motion just like in the movies; the lid pops off and the coffee just goes absolutely everywhere .

“shit,” you mutter softly before speaking up, “i am so so sorry!”

you weren’t even sure what to do. it would probably be better if the ground just opened up and swallowed you whole.

you turn up to look at the person you collided with. this guy was gorgeous. like really gorgeous. his skin was golden and smooth looking, he had plump lips, and he was tall with dark hair, a few strands of hair fell over his face as he looked at you.

you can only assume he’s new to the campus, because you would’ve definitely noticed him around

you cleared your throat, “hmm, that was my breakfast.” you look back down to see the coffee has landed on this guy’s all white shoes.

the tall man chuckles, “and this seems to be my new shoe polish.” you bring your hand up to your mouth in embarrassment, “i’m really sorry. i didn’t even-“

before you can finish he cuts you off, “don’t worry, i can just get another pair. i do think i’ll have to owe you another one” he says referring to the spilled coffee cup.

you blink up at him, “is that a way of asking me to get coffee with you?”

the guy shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “depends on how you take it, i’m seokjin”

seokjin holds out his hand, and you shake your head slowly as you grab his hand, “y/n”

you smirk slightly, “and you said you owe me one, meaning you get it for me, not with me”

his hand holds onto yours a bit longer, “come on, are you so busy you can’t get one coffee with me, just one day?”

you imagine how you must look in front of him, your hair is a bit messy from sleeping through your alarm, eye bags from the constant late nights, and you’re wearing basic jeans and an oversized shirt you wear when you know you have to sit and just draw in class that day.

you cross your arms “no, i’m turning corners at the speed of light for fun and not because i’m overwhelmed with the amount of assignments i have to get completed.”

seokjin looks down at you with a cocky smirk, “so you’re admitting that this was your fault?”

you purse your lips together, “you know what? you’re 6ft body should’ve been watching where you’re going!” you breathe deeply, “also you’re making me late to class!”

you grab the strap of your bag and adjust it to a comfortable feel. and he speaks up again, “so you’ll let me make it up to you? for the coffee?”

you chuckle, “you just don’t know when to quit, huh?”

he does that stupid cocky smirk again, “no, not really.”

you remove your bag from your shoulder, digging in the pockets for a pen and piece of paper. you smile as you pull out a sticky note and quickly write down your number, you hand it to seokjin and he fiddles it between his fingers

“i’ll text you so i can owe you that coffee, y/n”

you feel your cheeks heat as you nod, “bye seokjin”

you turn around and continue towards your classroom, and you swear you could feel his eyes watching you until you turned another corner

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you shortly make it to your classroom, quietly opening the door to see wooden stands and chairs aligned in a half-circle.

your eyes scan the room frantically before landing eyes on your best friend, jimin, who waves at you to quickly get in while your professor has her back to the door.

you make it to your seat before she faces the classroom, “we have 3 full hours today, so i highly suggest you use your time wisely!”

she makes her way around the lineup of chairs, widening her eyes at some of the students.

“i expect each and everyone of you to apply the techniques we have learned so far to this project,” she clears her throat, “and as you all know, we will have a nude live model this week, so please make him feel comfortable and welcomed.”

you place your sketchpad on the stand, and open to a page, then you reach into your bag to get out some essentials, and you hear the door creak open and footsteps echo the room.

you hear your classmates clap for the model as you place your things on the edge of the stand. your relatively large sketchpad blocks you from seeing the model, but you know he’s made his way to the small platform that has a chair for the model to sit or stand in different positions.

your professor speaks up, “i’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“it’s seokjin.”

your eyes widened at the model’s response. there was no way this was the same seokjin that you had bumped into and spilled coffee all over his shoes and who you gave your number to…

and now you were going to be drawing and detailing his naked body.

you peak your head to the side, and there he is, in nothing but a white robe.

“seokjin, we’re ready whenever you are” your professor says, nodding and starts making her way to the back of the class.

your professor stops in front of you, “you need a better view y/n” she whispers, moving your stand a little to the right.

“oh, thank you” you smile at her, and now all you can think is how he’s most likely going to notice you.

you’re not sure what’s worse; him seeing you before or after he takes his robe off.

seokjin stretches a bit, cracking his knuckles and turning his head from side to side and you grab your pencil, flicking it on your thigh.

seokjin grabs the tie around his waist and just before he pulls it to loosen it, his eyes meet yours.

his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a shade of pink.

seokjin looks down and chuckles to himself, shaking his head slightly. but he takes a deep breath and pulls the robe tie loose letting it fall on the platform,

seokjin gets on the platform and sits on the chair, crossing his arms and he bends one leg and sticks the other one straight out, his head is facing the right side of the classroom.

“okay, class, let’s begin!” your professor chirps from the back of the classroom and displays a timer on the projector.

you grab your pencil and begin to start outlining his proportions. you take a good look at seokjin, he’s got broad shoulders and defined abs, you also take notice in the small tattoo on the side of his waist. you also can’t help but notice the tint of pink still on his face.

there’s a big window that lets in natural sunlight so you focus on how the sun casts shadows on his nose and eyebrows and the way the light emphasizes his biceps and shoulders.

you managed to get a rough sketch down, and you tried your best to get the shape done right, erasing and re-sketching the lines and shapes that didn’t look the best.

it wasn’t long until seokjin stretched again, he stretched out his arms and slowly moved his head, his eyes searched the room until they found yours again.

his eyes stayed focused on you as he got back into position, and all you could do was smile shyly before returning your attention to the canvas.

you knew seokjin was watching you, you could feel his eyes on you as you kept sketching him.

and the next time you looked over at him, he chuckles, almost as if he wanted to laugh. you’re not sure why, but now you start to blush.

you knew you were gonna have to start sketching the rest of his body, his naked body, but just how were you gonna do it when his eyes are on you?

you take a deep breath, moving past his stomach and you begin sketching out his lower body, starting with his hips.

you could feel your cheeks heating up, and god, you hope seokjin isn’t too weirded out by this whole situation and decides to never speak to you again.

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the 3 hours seem to have gone fairly quickly, and while your professor dismissed the class, seokjin grabs the robe and puts it back on. your eyes follow as he makes his way back to a little room where he can change.

you knew jimin had to head to work early today so you say goodbye and watch as he walks out of the class with majority of the students

you take your time putting your materials away, in hopes of seeing seokjin before you leave campus.

you grab your bag, and place it on your shoulder and you see seokjin coming out in his regular clothes with an embarrassed smile.

you cross your arms, “so you’re a naked model huh?”

seokjin laughs, “you think i go around telling everyone i find beautiful that i do naked modeling for college students?”

you shrug your shoulders, “so you think i’m beautiful?”

seokjin puts his hands up in defense, “you know i usually take someone out before i let them see me naked”

“well, you do still owe me that coffee, and this was my last class of the day.” you raised your eyebrows at him, seokjin just chuckles before nodding his head, and you both makes your way out of the art building

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It wasn’t fair.

The moment you walked into the studio, his once stoic expression slips, camera lights flashing and capturing the moment his eyes meet yours and he’s enraptured.

Once reprimanded earlier by the photographer for being stiff, his posture now relaxes subconsciously the closer your form gets. The subtle clacking of your heeled shoes echoes across the marbled flooring in a soothing rhythm that matches the beating of his heart.

Eyes softening at the way you intentionally give a small smile or wave to staff you recognize as you pass them on your way to your superstar boyfriend — he’s never been more hooked.

One final flash of light and the photographer sighs good-naturedly once he realizes the subject of his photos is no longer interested in looking into the lens of his camera.

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” His voice bellows in the large space easily to Jin and staff that causes Jin to snap his head back to the photographer with wide, apologetic eyes, having forgotten the reason entirely why he was even here.

“I’m so sorry—,” Jin bows at the waist once, twice, hands clasped in prayer as the words spill from his lips and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

He waves his hand lazily at Jin, eyes crinkling with mirth as he scoffs lightly.

“Who am I to get in the way of young love, hm? Go. Shoo.”

Jin gives him another deep bow of gratitude and the minute he’s straightened back up does he pivot on one of his shiny dress shoes, hip nearly colliding into the corner of the desk he was using as a prop for the photo shoot in his hurry to meet you.

When he finally reaches you, your back is to him, your attention being drawn away from him momentarily by one of the make up artists as you energetically question them on a product you’ve had your eye on for awhile and thought about purchasing for your own collection at home.

He takes a moment just standing there behind you, eyes raking over the outfit your wore today. He gives himself a mental pat on the back for choosing said outfit for you this morning and thanking his past self at how well it fits your perfect body shape and clings to you in all the right places.

A soft exhale against your neck is what has you pausing mid conversation, angling your body slightly to see out of your peripheral, eyes finding the warmth of Jin’s in a split second.

The wide smile that greets him only makes the one he was previously wearing grow more, your hands already reaching up to gently grasp his neck has him bending at the waist to meet your short stature and seal the kiss he knows you both need eagerly.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to make it?” The question is spoken between light pecks, finishing at the end with a deep kiss that has you arching into him, your body naturally seeking that closeness — the intimacy.

You hum in response, the small vibration tickles the junction between his neck and shoulder blade as you nose your way into the side of his neck after you separate from the kiss, the need to still be close lingering, fingers playing with the strands of silky hair you can reach in this position absentmindedly.

“You can thank Barry from IT, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to fix the problem with the laptop and finish my work on time.”

His hands squeeze the soft flesh of your hips, sliding underneath the loose fabric of your shirt easily that makes you shiver at the cold contrast of his hands against your warm skin, a slight squeak breaking through your lips that has puffs of laughter escaping his lips, the action causing the hair his mouth is currently pressed against to move with his breath.

“Remind me to send a thank you card then, their expertise allowed me to be graced with your presence today.”

A smile adorns your lips, eyes fluttering shut once again when Jin begins to sway you both side to side, two lovers basking in the moment of just being together, the noise and bustle around you dimming to nothing but a low murmur.

“We start again in five, people to your places please!”

The announcement from the loudspeaker makes Jin groan in detest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist to push you impossibly more into him, even as you attempt and fail to pull away from him.

“Jinnie, you have to go, you have a job to do baby.”

“I don’t want to.”

He whines in protest, especially when you’re able to break free from his stubborn grip, gently removing his arms from around you to hold onto his large hands with your small ones between you both. The pout on his supple lips has the corner of yours quirking up at the adorable rebelliousness that seems to be shining through his usually professional demeanor in front of you.

“I’ll wait here until you’re done, okay?” His eyes widen at your statement in sheer joy at the prospect of having you remain close, until your next words accompanied by a pointed finger in his toned chest has him pouting once more. “But, you have to be focused! I will not be responsible in endangering your career cause you can’t keep your eyes off of me.”

The pointed look you give him has him grinning sheepishly, and nodding in agreement to your terms.

“Okay, baby, okay.”

Squeezing his hands one time, you let him go, playfully pushing on his chest to turn him around and back towards the photo set.

“Now, go go go!”

He begins to jog a few feet ahead of you, then stops, turning chin over shoulder to see you standing there and watching him with your arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes full of tenderness and pride. It only makes what he says next fuel your ever evolving devotion tenfold.

“I love you, y/n.”

Before he can hear your reply, a member of staff has him steered back around and out of sight within seconds, but you know in your heart he knows the truth of yours.

“I love you too, Jinnie.”

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Jin loved his members so much. Especially Jungkook, he was like a kid to him and a little brother to you. But never did he expect that he would want to kick him out someday, that too, for giving him blue balls.

Yep. The kid currently chewing the food, you, his girlfriend made for a date HE was supposed to be on with you, alone, intimately, with you on his lap, making out or maybe even more than that. BUT!

Somehow, today was not Jin’s day. He had you so close, against the kitchen counter, you smiled at him, suggesting things he totally understood. Wine visible in your eyes and on your cheeks. He wanted to kiss you everywhere, but what is he doing right now?

“Noona, did you really make this sauce with peanut butter?”

Yea, he was watching Jungkook lick the spoon that rested inside the sauce.

“Mhm.” You nod happily seeing him eat. You loved to feed people with the food you cooked. It was kind of your love language. You made chicken satay for the dinner, which Jin had been craving ever since you made it two weeks ago.

Cheeks still flushed, you watch the younger guy eat the saucy dish with full cheeks. Earlier, Jin wanted to tell him that you guys were somewhat busy, but you being you, the pretty, loving and so loveable you, wanted to feed the guy who came directly from the airport since he was hungry and wasn’t in the mood to make something.

Why the fuck didn’t he order take away?

“The chicken is also so good and soft. Can I take some home?” Jin’s eyes sparkle at the sentence the maknae lets out.

“Yes sure! Get up, I’ll pack some.” Jungkook lifts his head with wide, confused eyes to watch his hyung get up immediately, almost knocking the chair over. Holding Jin’s hand, you stop him with a pout on your lips, big eyes requesting him not to be rude. His shoulders sag as he rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll pack you some later, Kook. You tell me more about your vacation, we’ll have dinner with you while we talk, right, baby?” You look at your boyfriend, squeezing his hand softly. Requesting.

Jins nods, he cant refuse anything you ask. Although he wants to smack his clueless brother.

After almost 20 minutes later, Jungkook decided to leave with some chicken and sauce packed in a small bento. The only silver lining in the cloud visible to Jin was how you all had finished dinner, and after Jungkook leaves, you both could finally-

“hey hyung, Yoongi hyung just messaged to ask if you wanna have drinks at his place? Taehyung hyung and Namjoon hyung are also gonna be there, others are slightly busy.” He says, looking at you, and you nod gently listening to him.

“I dont think I could-“ Jin mumbles, hesitantly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should go, baby. I mean, you guys need some rest and time out of the company.” You tell your boyfriend, and he turns his head at you in confusion at which you nod with a smile. “you go wait for him downstairs, kook.” Hearing this, Jungkook looks at his hyung, moving his brows up and down in question.

Letting out a sigh, Jin mumbles. “Yea I’ll be there, you go.”

“Okay, but bring the makgeolli you made. It's so good.” Jungkook says as he slips his shoes on leaning in for a side hug with you. “See you later, Noona, come hyung.” He nods his head in the door’s direction, stepping out.

“I definitely would’ve if I continued the date.” He mumbles with narrowed eyes, and you chuckle. Squishing his cheeks as he picks his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, you kiss him on the cheeks. “I hope you know why I want you to go, right?”

He nods and pecks your lips, “so that I can chill with the boys.” He says eyes on the fabric, still nodding but with poutier lips, hands fiddling with the jacket's zipper “Mhm. You haven’t done that in ages, baby.” He nods again, and you smile, kissing his lips.

“Also, you should know that when you come back home you can...” You lean in whispering the dirty details. He groans in your ear, and you chuckle at how his hands tighten around your hips, “you want me to leave after saying that?!” he whines as you pull back, chuckling. “I can't wait for you to come back home, baby.” You whisper in his ear as he hums smiling.

He gives a smack on your hip, and you yelp, laughing.

“Me too, baby.” he says with a smirk on his lips.

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Jin when you have an allergic reaction

pairing: seokjin x fem reader

warnings: none I think?? panic attack mentioned but doesn’t happen in the fic. hurt/comfort with a lot of fluff. reader has an allergic reaction to a cat and Jin takes care of her.

word count: 2.1k

Jin when you have an allergic reaction

He had seen a cute little kitten on the way home to your shared apartment. It was walking around in the snowy road all by itself. Bending down to pick it up, he saw it had a name and number on a little shiny silver tag.

“Little baby got away from home huh?”

He took out his phone and dialed the number, finding that the house was only a few blocks away from where you guys stay. He reassured the owner that it wasn’t a problem at all, as he was heading in that direction anyways.

“Bye kitty” he said, giving it a little kiss on the head and handing it off to its owner.

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“Babyyyy! I’m homeeee!” Jin yelled dramatically as he walked in the door.

You rushed out of your room and to the front door, trying your best to crush him in a tight hug, although all the things he was holding made it a bit hard to wrap your arms around him.

“I got four different movies to choose from, and a new cookbook, and those candy things you really like.”

“Thank you baby!” you said with a smile, leaning in to give him a little peck on the lips.

You took his arm and pulled him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and flopping on next to him.

“Someone is tired huh?” he said jokingly while rubbing your back.

“Nope!” you replied sitting up quickly.

“Okay miss not-sleepy, pick a movie for us to watch while I go to the bathroom really quick.”

Watching him get up and walk away, you looked down at the options he had given you. Trying to decide what to watch, you suddenly became aware of a burning sensation on your lips.

“Why are you touching your lips like that honey?” Jin said while giggling.

“I-“

“Oh! You just missed my kisses soooo much. I’m so sorry come here! I didn’t mean to neglect you!” He said while grabbing your face and rapidly kissing all over it.

“JIN S-STOP!” you said trying to wiggle away.

He held you down, kissing down your neck, ticking you with his lips. You tried your best to push his head away, but he just moved down further. Making his way to your stomach, he rolled up your shirt attacking you there.

“Jin! Jin please! I surrender! I surrender, please!” you said squirming around in his tight grip.

“Okay fine. Since you asked so nicely- and because of the kindness in my heart.” He said sitting up from on top of you and dramatically clutching his chest.

“Shut up drama queen.” you said smiling and softly slapping his arm.

“Anddd speaking of drama… which movie?” he asked holding up the small collection of movies he bought.

“The middle one.” you replied smiling up at him.

Popping the disc in the player, he pressed start, and climbed back onto the bed next to you. He pulled you on top of him, your chest on his, and your legs tangled together as you watched the opening scene of the movie.

All should have been well, but you couldn’t stop moving around. The pain on your mouth had increased, and your face began to itch. You tried to gently scratch your face, making small, soft movements so you wouldn’t disturb Jin. But attentive as he always was, he noticed.

“Something wrong baby?” He asked gently, looking down at you rubbing your back with one hand, and pushing the hair out of your face with the other.

“Yeah I think so, but my face is kind of itchy, I don’t know why.” you said with a little pout.

“Do you want me to get some ointment? Maybe you got bit by a bug?”

“No baby I’m okay, thank you though.” You said with a soft smile and a kiss to his cheek, before laying your head back down on his chest.

“Alright my love, but make sure you tell me if you need anything, can’t have my baby being uncomfortable during movie night!” he said faking an angry face.

“Thank you Jinnie.”

You guys went back to watching the movie, and about a minute passed before the itching started becoming more unbearable. And on top of that, you had begun sneezing now.

“Bless you! Oh my goodness that was like the third one!” he said giggling. He always thought your sneezes were so cute. You, however, were feeling worse by the minute.

“Jin, my throat kind of hurts and my face, and my neck and stomach it feels like there are razors when I breathe. And I c-can’t it hurts.” You said sounding pretty panicked.

He sat up quickly, cradling your face with both his hands.

“Hey, it’s okay baby, I’m right here, try to breathe. Are you having a panic attack?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you further. A light hand came down to pet your stomach, him smiling at you.

“No, it just burns, and it’s so itchy I just-“

You pulled your hands up to your face, scratching more harshly now. Jin was quick to grab them into his own, trying to calm you before things got too bad.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t scratch, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Let’s go wash your face off, maybe there’s something on your skin bothering it.”

It’s not just my face Jin! My throat and my lungs feel so tight and everything just burns. And my eyes are so itchy and it’s just getting worse!” you whisper yelled while trying so hard not to cry, but your voice failing you.

You tried to rip your hands from his grip, but he wasn’t having it.

“It’s okay my love, I’m sorry. I can’t let you hurt yourself. I know you aren’t trying to, but you are scratching up your face. It will be okay, I promise. We will fix it. Is there anything I can d-“

He suddenly paused in the middle of trying to comfort you. He stared down at your hands in his, with his eyebrows furrowed, and then raised. His mouth opened in a sort of shock.

“Baby oh my goodness I’m so sorry. I hugged a cat earlier and I-I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t change my cl-clothes and I’m SO sorry! It was just all alone and I didn’t want anything to happen and I was so close to the house I should have remembered and I’m sorry.” he pleaded, stuttering and looking into your eyes and keeping a tight grip on your hands to show you he really meant what he said.

You weakly nodded while giving a little smile, leaning down to relax your face into his palms which were still holding onto yours as firmly as before.

You guys hadn’t been together for too long, about 8 months, but he’d remembered one of your first dates you mentioning your cat allergy. He was beating himself up internally for not remembering something so serious, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he looked sympathetically at you. But now wasn’t about him. He could be mad at himself all he wanted later.

“What do you need from me, sweetheart? What can I do for you?” he asked more calmly than before. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You quickly shook your head no in between two sneezes.

“Medicine, second drawer in the nightstand.”

You had barely gotten it out because of what felt like the ten-thousandth sneeze of the last 10 minutes, but it became clear that he heard you well enough when he darted to the exact location you had just said. The pill bottle being one of three items in the drawer, it didn’t take him very long to find, taking a few quick strides back to you as he opened the container.

“Just one?”

“Yeah baby.”

He handed you the pill and a water bottle that you had placed on the floor next to the bed.

He helped you guide your hands to your mouth, even though you didn’t need the assistance. After swallowing the pill, you opened your eyes, realizing that your boyfriend may be more shaken than you are.

“It’s okay Jinnie. We just have to wait a few minutes now.” He nodded, helping you lie down against his chest again.

“Wait no! The hair. We need to change.”

“Oh! Oh right! I’m so sorry honey, I’ll help you!” he said gently but quickly picking you up off of him.

He got off the bed and stripped off his shirt, opting for a new and cleaner t-shirt he only wore to bed paired with some boxers. You had begun taking off your t-shirt and shorts as well, waiting for him to bring you the replacements. Once you were only in your underwear, and his shirt was no longer dirty, he quickly walked away to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a small towel that was dampened by the tap in one hand, and cleanser in the other. He set it beside a chair you guys had in the corner of the bedroom, only to turn around and pick you up bridal style from the bed, and carry you to the chair.

“Jinnie what are you-“

“Shh it’s okay sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

He got to work, starting on your face and making his way down to your stomach. He gently moved the warm towel across your skin, trying not to hurt the irritated flesh from the mix of the reaction, and your scratching.

“You got yourself good right here, pretty girl.”

He was referencing a point on the left side of your neck, just under your jaw. An angry group of red lines had risen from your attempt to relieve the side effect of your allergy.

“I’m sorry that I caused this, I never want to contribute to the reason you injure yourself, willingly or not.” He said with a bit of a sad tone, trying to apologize while also taking care of you. He finished the last bit of cleaning, placing the towel on the little table beside him.

“No. You are taking care of me so well. You always do. I am so sorry for being so rude to you. You we’re just trying to help me and I snapped at you. That wasn’t fair.”

He knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“You don’t have to apologize sweetheart. You were in pain, and I see how you could’ve felt like I wasn’t listening to you. I just want you to feel safe around me, and that I would do anything to help you out. I just want you to feel alright. I love you, ya know?”

He looked up at you with such sincerity, it was hard to not believe him. And he was telling the truth after all. He did love you.

“I think we both did things we maybe aren’t so happy about. We can take this as a learning experience for both of us. And I love you too Jin. So much more than you will ever know.”

He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side, and giving you a singular heartfelt kiss.

“Let’s get you dressed, huh?”

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Jin had spent the whole rest of the night pampering you. He changed the sheets, he even made you that disgusting tea that you like.

Whatever he could have been blamed for in terms of forgetting your allergy before was quickly forgiven. He made sure any function you were going to had no feline friends involved. He couldn’t have his baby suffering again! Meeting up with a friend for the first time in a while? Best believe he is calling them up to make sure they haven’t welcomed any new potentially dangerous pets to the family. Any people you invite to the house get “the talk” from him. He won’t have any more opportunities for you to suffer if he can help it.

So when Halloween comes around and your friend suggests matching cat costumes, Jin is quick to shut down the idea. Yes, he goes that far. Long after the joke gets old he still brings it up, just so everyone is aware and doesn’t forget.

“But y/n! You might attract them!! They might see you as one of them. And then what? The possibilities are terrifying!”

“Oh my god, Jin, shut upp!!” you say giggling and playfully hitting his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” He says with a soft laugh and a kiss to your cheek.

[misshyori]

Can someone who writes bts x reader continue this please

cause I'm not creative writer anymore and I'm only writing what I remember from my dream

and English is not my first or second language so I apologize if there's any grammar mistakes

I'm lost

that's for sure the first thing I thought as I open a door and not remember going into a dim room

as I keep walking in I realize I'm in a mall and become more confused "did I come in thru the back door" is what I thought

as I stop and look around and all I see is a lot of people passing by

I thought for a moment if I should as for a direction, when a person approach

it seems the person realized I was lost and asked me if I want help

I was gonna answer when someone grab my arm and then Tae come to me and told me "hey! where have u been we were looking for you" and he glaring a the guy that try to help me

I end up telling Tae that the guy try helping me cause I was lost, and I don't think he like that cause he took my hand and took me away from the guy

Tae is wearing a purple jacket and I realize Jin was wearing a matching jacket

Tae let go of my hand and walk beside Jin as I walk behind them, I saw Jin wearing a purple watch and that made me realize that I'm holding a purple box on my hand

I open the box and saw that inside it is the same watch that Jin is wearing

I remember that I gave Jin the purple jacket his wearing because I want to matching jacket with him

but when Tae saw the jacket and said he like the jacket I decided to give him mine

when Jin see what's inside the box he take off his jacket and just toss it on the floor as he continues to walk

I was surprised and confused but decided to pick the jacket up and carry it when Tae decided to take off his jacket as well and toss it like Jin

I picked up Tae jacket as well and see that Jimin and Jungkook was infront of Tae and Jin looking behind laughing at Tae and Jin childish behavior

I call to Tae and Jin why they take off the jacket

I consider wearing both the jacket at the same time

I wonder if I should ask them if I can where both jacket at the same time

but then I woke up

[7ndipity]

He Forgets Your Birthday

Jin x Reader

Summary: Jin just wants to make your birthday memorable, but what happens when life gets too hectic and makes him forget?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me a little bit to get to.

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Life moved quickly with Jin, in multiple ways.

The first time you ever met, he asked for your number, fearing you wouldn’t cross paths again and he might not get another chance. You both said ‘I love you’ less than two months into dating, after he accidentally let it slip out during one of your first nights together, you even ended up moving in with him after less than a year when the apartment you were subletting fell through(or more accurately, flooded through, but whatever)

Things also moved quickly because of your careers. Sometimes days would flick by without your realizing, a week would turn into two before either of you noticed, and then suddenly it’s been nearly two months since your last technical date.

Despite your reassurances that you understood, Jin felt guilty at times for the two of you missing out on special occasions like holidays or anniversaries with each other, but one day he promised he wouldn’t let slip past was your birthday.

You weren't exactly a fan of making a big fuss for your birthday, but Jin wanted to make it special for you.

“I’ll cook,” He’d promised you. “I’ll make all your favorites, as well as traditional seaweed soup for good luck, and then we’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”

“What if I don’t want to do anything?” You’d asked, raising a brow as you sat on his lap.

“Then we’ll do nothing together,” He’d replied, pulling you closer. “And have a wonderful time doing it.”

It’d been an easy promise to make when your birthday was still almost a month away, but as the days and weeks passed, things became increasingly hectic. Comeback season was drawing close, and with it came the pressure and chaos of constant rehearsals, video shoots, and promotional activities, leaving Jin little time to think about much else. Half the time you were already asleep before he got home at night, tiredly wrapping himself around you for a few precious hours before starting the cycle all over again.

He didn’t even know what day of the week it was until Jimin spoke up as they slumped against the wall, trying to catch their breath during rehearsals.

“Oh, how’s Y/n? Did they like their gift?” Jimin asked. “I haven't heard from them since I texted happy birthday this morning.”

Jin felt his heart screech to a stop as he looked over at the younger man, hoping he had misheard. “What?”

“The flowers you helped us pick out? I figured they would’ve-” Jimin’s voice trailed off as he noticed the growing look of horror on Jin’s face. “Tell me you didn’t forget?”

Jin’s whole body felt cold as he fumbled for his phone, stomach dropping as he read the date, and then the numerous text notifications from you.

His hands shook as he read your words, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

‘You left this morning before I got to say it, but love you💖’

‘Do you know what time you’ll be home?’

'Ngl, I'm kinda excited for tonight, it's been ages since I had your cooking😋'

‘Jinnie? Is everything okay?’

‘You’re not coming, are you?’

‘You could at least answer your phone so I know you’re okay.’

Shit.

Sparing no time explaining to the others, he grabbed his things and bolted out the door, nearly sprinting for the elevators.

He couldn’t believe how badly he’d fucked up, you must’ve been so upset with him. How would he even explain himself to you? Would you even talk to him when he got home? He wouldn’t blame you if the answer was no.

“Y/n?” He called as he opened the door but the house was silent, all the lights off, the stillness seeming to loom over him as he kicked off his shoes.

Tip-toeing through the house, he caught sight of the bouquet of flowers the guys had sent you sitting proudly in the center of the dining table, their cheery brightness almost mocking him now.

As he neared your shared bedroom, he caught sight of a sliver of light slipping out into the hall from the crack in the door.

Peeking in, he found you curled up on your side of the bed, sound asleep, but he could tell by the puffiness around your eyes that you’d been crying, shattering his heart completely.

He slowly sank down on the bed next to you, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He choked, tears blurring your image in front of him. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, how could he have forgotten something like this?! He had promised you!

He’d always tried so hard to live up to his commitments and responsibilities in your relationship, no matter how small, but in the moment when it mattered the most, he’d failed you.

“Jinnie?” Your cracked, sleep laden voice snapped his attention back up to you, meeting your tired eyes.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He said, crying in earnest now.

“ ‘s okay.” You said drowsily, too tired to fight with him.

“It’s not. I made you a promise, and I fucked up.” He said, wiping his face.

You didn’t speak, sitting up slowly and pulling him into a hug. As upset as you might’ve been, you couldn’t stand to see him cry.

You wouldn’t lie, you were deeply hurt, but it wasn’t just for you. You’d seen how hard he’d been working lately, coming home late sore and exhausted, bags under his eyes from fatigue. You hated seeing him so tired all the time, so stressed and not able to do anything about it. You knew that under normal circumstances, he would’ve never forgotten, but your lives weren’t normal.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He cried into your neck. “I’ll find a way.”

“Jinnie, I don’t care about the dinner,” You said, trying not to start crying again yourself as you pulled back to look at him. “All I really wanted was to be with you.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Just come hold me, please.” You half dragged him under the covers with you, winding your limbs around each other tightly.

Neither of you spoke much as you slowly drifted off to sleep, clinging to each other desperately, needing to feel each other to be sure you were both still there.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you found his side of the bed empty.

Sitting up slowly, you glanced around, questions only just beginning to form in your mind before you heard a faint noise from somewhere in the house, the scent of one of your favorite dishes drifting through the open bedroom door.

Still groggy, you climbed out of bed and followed the smell to your kitchen, where you found your missing boyfriend, his back to you as he stood over the stove, fussing at something he was stirring.

“Why are you so salty? I didn’t even add that much.”

“Maybe it’s just in a bad mood.”

He turned at the sound of your voice, eyes softening as they found you in the doorway, messy hair and sleep clouded eyes, wearing one of his pajama tops as a sleepshirt.

“I thought you were still asleep.” He said softly.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Fulfilling my promise to you.” He said, turning back to the stove for a moment as he spoke. “It’s not quite all of your favorites, but it’s a start. Plus, we’ve got the whole day to do whatever else you want to do.”

“I have work.” You said, not unkindly.

“No, you don’t.” He responded. “I left them a message saying you were sick and couldn’t come in today.”

“Sick with what?” You asked.

“Bad boyfriend-itis,” He said, coming over to hook his arms round your waist. “It’s a very serious condition, it requires a lot of rest and care to recover from.”

“You’re not a bad boyfriend.” You said quietly, fiddling with his shirt collar.

“I’m not so sure about that.” He said, frowning.

“Well, I am.” You pushed up on your toes to press your lips to his softly, making him melt instantly. You let your hands slowly trail up and around his neck, earning a slight shiver from him before you pulled away to look at him. “What about rehearsals?”

“I told them the same thing as your work.” He said with a slightly dazed grin.

“You have boyfriend-itis too?” You raised a brow at him questioningly.

“Are you kidding? I’m patient zero.” He replied, earning a giggle from you, making his heart swell as he smiled down at you.

“Go back to bed,” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“I don’t wanna go back to bed.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist, looking up at him seriously. “I told you last night, I just want to be with you.”

“Alright then.” He hooked his hands under your thighs, boosting you up to sit on the counter with a surprised squeak from you. “You can sit here and be my lovely assistant.”

“I don’t even know what you’re making.” You giggled again.

“Doesn’t matter, just follow my lead and make yummy noises when I show you something.”

The two of you talked as he continued cooking, stopping each time he passed by you to leave a kiss on your waiting lips. Once everything was ready, you moved to the table, sitting close enough that you could reach over and grab his hand as he settled next to you.

He glanced up at you. “What is it?”

“Just thank you.” You said.

He tilted his head. “For what?”

“Being you. Being here.”

Jin felt the familiar twisting in his chest as he leaned over to press another kiss to your lips.

“Always.” He promised.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again, he swore to himself, he would be there for you, no matter what else was going on. You were his world, his heart, and he would make sure you knew that from now on.

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[kooksbunnnn]

Yay, my first request for a drabble. I have written two scenarios where the boys are on a camping/trekking trip along with Y/N. This is my first time writing a request, I hope it matches your expectations @jinlover7654321

Pairing: Jin × Female Reader. All BTS members have many appearances. Hehe~

Words count: 1.6k words

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"Is that a pig?"

Your whisper guess, which was intended only for yoongi, your teammate, turned out a bit louder and filled the room with laughter. A dazzled Jin looks at you with wide and very offended eyes.

"W-What! does this look like a pig? You were not even supposed to guess!" He yells, flailing his free hand and tapping the nib of the marker on the board with read ears. The tapping makes the pig or whatever he claims it to be, get marks on its back.

"Yea, now it's kinda looking like a diseased pig, right, noona?" Jungkooks speaks with his mouth full of doritos, and you laugh sipping on your beer.

"Stop being mean to my puppy, you punk." Jin half scolds half whines at the maknae's comment.

"You can't say what the word is!" You yell with a hand pointed at Jin, making your teammates howl in victory. Jimin and Taehyung sigh in defeat as Hobi jumps up to write his teams score on the board.

"We lost again?" Namjoon mumbles with narrowed eyes and potato chips filled in his mouth as he walks in after attending a call from his mom. "Damn, so naming our team, 'the winner team' didn't even work, huh?" Namjoon mumbles as he sits down next to Jimin, who just chuckles at how his own idea failed.

"Hey, it's not my fault! They said shit to my puppy, I am a great sketcher. You guys just don't get it." Jin closes the marker with a click. He grabs the duster and starts to clean the drawing with angry thuds and pouty lips. You smile at his cuteness, wanting to squish his cheeks.

"Ha-Ha, 12 to 8 bitches." Hobi says hi-fiving Yoongi as he sips on his bear, snickering at the score. "Not you hyung, you're older than me." Hobi points at seokjin while his hand reaches for his bottle on the table. Giving another hi-five to you and Jungkook he sits back.

"Mhm, you better not be saying that to me unless you want a marker thrown at your ass."

You laugh as hobi and Jin bickered playfully for the fourth time this evening. Meanwhile, your boyfriend walks back to his team's side of the couch with stomping feet. "My turn my turn!" Jungkook yells and jumps off the couch, almost squishing you, sitting on the carpeted floor.

"Hey, careful of my girlfriend, you big monkey." Jin says with a straight face and a potato chip in his hand that paused mid way when Jungkook jumped.

"Eh." Jungkook shrugs, making Jin roll his eyes at the youngest. You chuckle at how he chews his chip scoffing. While Taehyung Jimin and Namjoom walk up to Jungkook to tell him the word that Jin chose from the paper chits, you raise your hand for some of the snack he had.

As soon as he notices you laying sideways on the carpet with a strained and raised hand, he snickers at how adorable you can be. You seem so tiny to him with that small palm of yours wanting the salted potato chips.

He almost coos at your big eyes twinkling, so he just hands you the whole packet. You mumble a tiny 'heehee' while holding the packet in your hands and then crossing your legs. Sitting back in your position, you must've felt his gaze so you turn your head and give him an air kiss nobody notices.

He smiles and acts as if he catches the kiss in the air and then eats it up. Your laugh after that action feels so heartfelt to him that even if his team has to lose for you to smile and laugh again like that? He'll do it.

Well, he kept his word to himself pretty well.

Team 'The Winner Team' lost.

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"This is too much, I think I might die. Who wanted to trek this whole fucking trail?" Jin whines as he sits besides you on a rock, both of you breathing heavily.

"I do!" You hear an excited Namjoon climb the trek as if he is going for a morning walk and not just resuming his another 45 min long trek.

"We have been walking for like 30 mins namjoon, I love you a lot brother but I sure will kill you next time you suggest this." Yoongi says through a heaving voice and lazy steps. Namjoon laughs at his Hyung's remark and offers him a water bottle, both walking forward.

You, on the other hand, can't relate to the men who just walked away like it's nothing. You feel really sweaty and gross, just wanting to return to your hotel. "I should've insisted on bringing Taehyung along. Why does he get to sleep and not us, baby?" You exclaim as you drop your forehead on Jin's shoulder, faking a sob.

"You are too kind towards the maknaes, angel." He pats your head and chuckles, bringing out a glucose pill box from your sling bag. He asks you to keep it in your pocket in case you feel dizzy.

"You should've eaten something heavier this morning. Why are you so stubborn, woman?" Tucking your hair behind your hair that came out of your ponytail, he hands you water to hydrate yourself and then proceeds to dab your sweat off your neck.

"You're so cute, Jin, you know that?" You say at how he cutely tries to scold you, but his smile always gives everything away.

Hearing you say that his cheeks turn red and you coo at him blushing. Shushing you with a quick kiss from which he parts almost too quickly, you kiss him again, a second longer than before.

"Ugh, get a room, guys." Jimin says as he stops right in front of you with a disgusted face, making you both giggle.

"What happened to your morning energy, Jimin? Weren't you excited in the car as well?" You ask, and he sighs, walking towards the big rock you both were sitting on, squishing himself between you two, making himself comfortable.

"Hey!" Jin swats on Jimin's shoulder as he takes a big chug out of Jin's water bottle. "I gave one to you as well, remember?" He tries to snatch it back, but Jimin moves his head sideways dodging his hand.

Handing back the bottle to you, he wipes his lips with his sleeves. "You want some glucose?" You ask Jimin, and he shakes his head. "I dont think I need glucose Noona, I think I need a good shower, an air con room and a fucking bowl of noodles."

An idea pops in your head about an escapade from this long ass trip, so you look at Jin, hoping he would get the signal as well.

"How about we go back and make them?" Jin questions Jimin while his eyes flicker towards your eyes suggestively. He raises one of his eyebrows, and you immediately understand that he wants to run back to the hotel.

You knew you loved the right man!

"Right! We could make it so the food would be ready until you guys come back. What do you say, Jimin?" Jimin looks at you suspiciously and then at Jin, who looks at him with hopeful eyes.

"Aah! Fine, go! At least somebody should get away from the green marathon," Jimin exclaims as he gets up dusting his sweatpants. "But please cook some dinner, anything with rice and meat, I need something fullfilling after this." He starts to walk away from you guys when Jungkook comes running towards Jimin.

"Hyung! This is so much fun, right? Namjoon hyung should've recommended this such a long time ago." He spreads his arms inhaling a a deep breath while you look at jimin and then exchange glances with Jin, who was judging Jungkook with a narrowed gaze. "Come on, it's a long way up!" He yells as he sprints up the hill towards Namjoon and Yoongi accompanied by Hobi.

"Kiss ass." Jimin mumbles, rolling his eyes at the maknae who runs up the hill happily like a kid.

"Nah, he looks really cute. He looks so happy, right?" You say, and Jin hums, looking at the maknae's hair bouncing as he sprints towards the others. "Yeah, he is a grown-up now." Jin looks at him with so much fondness in his eyes. You smile at him watching Jungkook.

You can see how the love and adoration for his family shine through his eyes. His compassion for his family being one of the reasons you fell for him.

"Yeah, like a big golden retriever." Jimin says and walks away from the rock, with a smile on his face as well.

After a moment, Jin sighs and turns towards you. "Let's go, we have to make dinner for the kids." He chuckles and gets up, extending his hand for you. Your smile gets wider when you see the bracelet on his wrist that hobi made for the whole group almost 2 years ago.

Taking his hand in yours, you get up. He pulls you by your waist when you get up, making you wrap your hands around his shoulders out of muscle memory. "I love you, baby." You say against his lips, pecking it once. "I love you too." He mutters and then deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, if that was even possible.

Giggling as you part from him, you hear him whine. "We have to cook dinner, baby, come on, we're gonna be late." He groans as you pull him by his sleeve but soon follows.

You go down the trail with his hand in yours, swinging it back and forth like you were some high schoolers in love.

And you were. Not high schoolers, but you sure were in love.

[vanillakook]

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

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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