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absconditum-imaginaerum · 5 years ago

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The Wasp’s Nest | Jeonghan

Jeonghan | The Wasp’s Nest | M

Words | 11,000

Notes | Smut; semi-graphic, cursing, un-edited, CEO!Jeonghan, CEO!Reader | This was supposed to be my hate-sex fic that I talked about on the other blog and then it turned into a soft mess because I gave in and let Jeonghan take over my heart so… Definitely wish he was ruining my life less but I guess this is my decree of acceptance.

“I really, really, really have to advise against going by yourself, CEO, ma’am. It’s not that I don’t think that you can handle it on your own, because I would be a fool to think that any of us would be able to handle it better than you; I really just think one of us should go as some type of moral support because everyone around here knows how much you absolutely despise—”

You turned to face Dokyeom, the worry in his voice was cute, but he was about to drop a name that was a stain on your pants. The handle to your office was cold from disuse, but not even that distracted you from the highest tiered employee of your company.

“Dokyeom, sweetie.”

He hated when you started this way because he knew he was going to get yelled at.

“First of all, how many times must I ask you to please stop calling me ma’am. Second of all, I will undoubtedly be attending this conference by myself and third of all, if you so much as utter that man’s name in this building… repercussions will not be so forgiving; do I make myself understood?”

You didn’t yell, so that was a good start. Dokyeom clenched the files in his hands that he held firmly to his chest as he looked at you with the fire that wanted to object.

“I just think it would be a good idea if Joshua or I accompanied you. We don’t have to attend the conference or anything, I just want someone to be there for you if you need it because a phone call has the tendency to not be as comforting or reassuring as one would need in a situation you feel out of control of—not that you’re ever out of control, I just know how he—”

Your grip had finally fallen from the knob as you turned to completely face him. Dokyeom and Joshua were the eyes and ears of every nook and cranny of your empire. They, your most trusted and valuable employees, often took care of you beyond their boss, but rather, as incredibly close friends. Dokyeom was the stiff type, usually stuck out like a sore thumb and the man in question knew him pretty well; Joshua, on the other hand, would be from a completely different ballpark, attending the conference with you. So, with your arms crossed over your chest, you replied.

“I appreciate your amity, Dokyeom. I have reflected briefly on your concerns and have decided I will take Joshua with me to the conference. Would that settle your nerves a little?”

Part of you had anticipated a disappointed look on Dokyeom’s face if you thought he was in it for the trip, but he wasn’t. He was in this conversation out of that pure regard for you as a close friend and genuine concern about your wellbeing at said conference. He smiled softly, dragging his gaze up from the floor to look you directly in the eyes.

“Yes, it will. Thank you for your consideration,” he replied, that same jovial smile showed you his pearly whites even as you turned to open your office door. “Joshua, you’re going to Busan the day after tomorrow!” Dokyeom called just as your office door clicked closed. You leaned against the fresh mahogany, looking around the decorative art pieces of your dimly lit office with just a sole desk lamp illuminated in the far corner where your desk resided. Daintily, you stepped out of your heels and shuffled over the polished wood floor to the leather couch in the middle of your office, an ornamental rug placed underneath the couch was plush against the bottom of your feet as you plopped onto the dark furniture.

The serenity that you attempted to grant yourself was short lived, as there came a knock on your door but a moment later that you could only assume would be Joshua. With a heavy sigh and small rubbing of your temples, you called for him to enter.

“Come in, Joshua,” you uttered just loud enough for him to hear through the door. Tentatively, he turned the knob and slipped in almost noiselessly to close the heavy mahogany behind him. He didn’t bring anything with him, which you were surprised about. Usually he had a note pad to jot some things down or a report or something to discuss, but it was just him in a dashing pressed navy suit. He slipped over to you while you were still rubbing your head and sat down on the couch next to you which would have been uncomfortably so if you weren’t as close to him as you were.

“Is this that biannual conference that all the big CEOs go to where he-who-shall-not-be-named is going?” Joshua asked you, trying to be sensitive about the situation because he knew how much you absolutely despised CEO Yoon.

“Why yes, yes it is,” you replied, sarcastically enthusiastically as you finally turned your attention to Joshua. His demeanor was so sweet; he just looked at you with those dazzling eyes, and waited for you to spill to him like you normally would. It wasn’t as if you never spilled to Dokyeom, but he did a lot of talking when all you wanted was some listening and perhaps some sound advice. One look at your face, though, and he could tell you weren’t in the mood to talk about it, but that he could provide something else for you that you wanted—a weakness you never showed to anyone except him.

Joshua’s slender arm wrapped around your shoulders as you turned to him and laid your head against his shoulder. It was a sweet silence for a while as you just sat there, contemplating the conference like it was going to be your last day on earth. Joshua was comforting, nonetheless, as usual. His soft breathing rhythmically lulled you just a tiny bit; just enough for you to forget about the conference even if it was only for a split second. He rubbed innate circles through your suitcoat against your shoulder and leaned his head against your own, patiently waiting, but you never said anything.

“It’ll be okay, honey. I’ll be there with you.”

Joshua had been with the company since before your father handed it down to you. He was your most trusted advisor and took care of you then, but less so than he did now. In fact, he was in the running for successor before you finally decided that having a stake in the company probably wasn’t the worst idea and then he threw the magnificent title of CEO right onto your unprepared shoulders. The last few years had been a struggle, but Joshua and Dokyeom were with you every step of the way.

“I just really don’t want to deal with that arrogant, smug, son of a bitch.”

If the train seat could quiver under your ass from your anxiety, it was. Joshua was seated next to you, content as a cucumber while you were busy fumbling with your things.

“A little birdie told me you didn’t get much sleep last night being far too anxious over this dumb conference. Take this pillow, put it against the window and take a nap; it will make the ride go a lot faster,” Joshua suggested. You stopped fussing with your things, taking the small pillow he offered to you and placed it against the window as he pulled up the armrest between the two of you. Just as you were about to get comfortable, Joshua collected your slack-clad legs and hoisted your heel-less feet over his lap, turning you to let you lounge a bit.

“Joshua—”

“Just sleep,” he interrupted, hushing you immediately and you sunk into the pillow to close your eyes. You knocked out for the whole ride, only waking up to the gentle utter of your name as Joshua shifted your legs off his lap, bringing you out of your nap and back upright, and barely caught your fisted hand which begged to dig deep into your eye-socket to salvage the makeup you’d need for the rest of the day.

After managing to coax you somewhat put together out of the train and into the station, Joshua found the chauffer that was going to take you to the hotel you would be staying at as well as where the conference was going to be held. With bags in hand, he walked you out to the car and sat you in it to help the chauffer with the bags. Once he plopped into the car next to you, he began fixing your slightly disheveled hair. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, watching him intently move your curls this way and that, rearranging some pieces that had fallen out of your bun and wiped away some misplaced makeup.

“How do I look?” you teased when he was done.

“Way better than you did,” he laughed in response and took your hand as he knew it was aching for his. “I’m just glad you slept and that your anxiety is mostly gone.”

With that simple statement, suddenly the anxiety was back. You hadn’t made it through the day just yet and while the conference didn’t start until tomorrow, you undoubtedly would have a run-in with the man you refused to name before the night was over. Joshua could feel that realization in the way you squeezed his hand as you rolled up to the entrance of the hotel. You couldn’t even remember lugging your bag out of the back of the car yourself, but you were pretty sure you did. The handle of your suitcase resided in your one hand while the other held onto Joshua’s as he helped you across the cobblestone and onto the tile of the hotel floor. He watched you, walking as gracefully as you ever did despite the discomfort of those contorted heels, and followed your lead up to the check in counter to check in both you and Joshua.

“7002 for you, and 7012 for Mr. Hong.” The concierge handed you two room pamphlets which contained your keys and you handed Joshua’s to him; at least the two of you were on the same floor despite the late booking.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss CEO herself.”

Your skin crawled at just the sound of his voice and Joshua was quick to put a protective hand across your back as you turned slowly to meet the deep russet eyes of the man you loathed to see. For a moment, he was sizing Joshua up, staring at your escort who looked like he’d just come out of an Esquire magazine. He wore the finest suits as a man of his status could, donning a Dolce and Gabbana burgundy suit with an embellished black shirt – a suit only Joshua Hong could wear. CEO Yoon’s Givenchy pinstripe suit was up to snuff, the vest a nice touch with a dazzling tie chain finished with his company’s emblem.

Joshua’s hand was searing on your lower back, but it paled in comparison to the fire in your eyes as you stared at your most hated enemy, shuffling slightly back into Joshua’s protective grip as if to give Jeonghan the message to back off right away.

“You’re looking a little rough, not sleeping well?” he commented.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you dare—”

“Just dreading the day I have to see your face again; it takes more years off my life than any lack of sleep ever could,” you shot back, interrupting Joshua who had fully turned to defend you, but you could take care of yourself when it came to Yoon Jeonghan, the rival CEO and attempted betrothed in a failed attempt by none other than each your separate parents.

It must have been a pretty good retort because you could visibly see Jeonghan reel back. In the back of your mind you could hear Joshua whispering in your ear to just start heading upstairs, but the daggers you were shooting Jeonghan were relentless as he stumbled, looking for a reply. When his whispers weren’t getting to you, there was a coaxing touch against your hip, trying to usher you along that only worked when Jeonghan couldn’t formulate a good reply and dismissed himself.

“You are absolutely searing towards that man,” Joshua commented, ushering you towards the elevator to press the shiny round button to take you up.

“I hate him,” you reminded Joshua, shaking your head as you looked at the polished chrome elevator doors until the signaling ding filled your ears. Your hand tightened on your suitcase handle as the empty carriage opened, and Joshua directed you in first.

You didn’t need to explain, Joshua knew the background between you and Jeonghan. You’d known him since you were a child, implications of your future marriage flying through the air as casual conversation to unite the companies to build one mega-empire. As the two of you got older, Jeonghan got cockier and you knew, once you took the reins of the empire, that Jeonghan was bad news for your father’s work. You avidly refused the proposal the moment you knew what its purpose was. Jeonghan got snide with you, treated you like a child, kicked dirt on your shoes like a five year old and you hated him ever since—relations never got better, even as you grew older and got more comfortable with the company.

“It’s still early; do you want to go out before retiring for the night?” Joshua asked, his room the first off the elevator and stuck his keycard in to pop the door, shoved his rolling suitcase in, and let it slam back closed as he followed you down the hall to your room. You had the end suite, a large room with some semblance of a living room, as it was separated from the bedroom.

You sighed, popping the door as you dragged your suitcase in, Joshua inviting himself in behind you—the invitation wasn’t necessary, he was always welcome.

“Cheer up, buttercup. Barbeque always makes you happy,” he offered, reaching out to pinch your pouting cheek.

“Are you bribing me, Joshua Hong?”

“I just hate to see that frown when your smile is so much more dazzling,” he teased, but was still serious. Yours and Joshua’s relationship would have looked romantic to anyone who didn’t know you personally. But the platonic love you shared was unrivaled.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” you asked him, stepping towards him to fall into his anticipatory arms. He chuckled that chuckle, the one that made you laugh, too, and pulled you close.

“Every day; now, let’s go.”

Joshua was right; barbeque did always make you happy. He adored the smile on your face as you ate, forgetting about Jeonghan and this stupid conference for the better part of two hours. It was the least he could do, enough to have you relax a little. He spent a little time in your room to keep Jeonghan off your mind as much as possible until you were falling asleep on him. He bid you goodnight and headed back to his room just to meet the aforementioned in the hallway.

“The princess’ right hand man. Hong, is it?”

“Are you always such a condescending prick to everyone you talk to?” Joshua fired back, reaching into his pocket for his keycard. “I can see why she hates you so much.”

“You must get your seething comebacks from her, with a piss poor attitude to match.”

“I suppose you’d know all about piss poor attitudes, you are the reigning king after all. If you’re going to treat people like shit, expect to be treated the same.”

Joshua disappeared behind his door, leaving Jeonghan to scoff in the hallway. He seemed to be just as ready for this conference to be over as you were, turning to shove his key into the slot and retire for the night. Meanwhile, you had climbed into bed—the sheets were scratchy, it was hot, and none of it was anyone’s fault except yours because in reality you were too upset about the whole conference to even be sure of the condition of your room. The point was that you couldn’t sleep.

You tossed in bed for what seemed like an eternity, checking the clock every twenty five minutes before you’d finally had enough. The coffee shop in the lobby was open twenty-four, seven, and maybe a nice hot London Fog would put you to sleep. So, without hesitation, you pulled a light cardigan over your pajama set and slipped into your slippers, grabbed some cash and shuffled out of your room. The lobby was basically empty, you noted as the carriage doors opened, but made your way to the shop anyway.

With sleepy eyes you sat at one of the tall tables—even those were conference style—and held your tea with both of your hands, letting it warm your skin through the thick paper cup. After thinking about taking it up to your room, maybe you’d be better off spending a little bit of time up and about to settle your nerves.

“You must never sleep.”

His voice slithered into your ears and down your spine like thick winter maple sap. You couldn’t contain the goosebumps that rose on the back of your neck, especially since he seemed to be so close. It was confirmed when the stool to your left screeched as he pulled it back and plopped into it to sit next to you.

It was weird seeing him in a loose v-neck and baggy sweats, a far cry from the nice expensive pressed suits he donned whenever you saw him, but you were sure that you were much the same to him. He looked tired, a hint of dark circles under his eyes and you were sure you would have looked in equally as bad shape if you didn’t check yourself in the mirror before leaving. Your hair was tied up nicely, still; tidy remnants of makeup made you look like one of those girls in the movies who woke up looking flawless next to the man they had a one-night stand with. Was it just you, or was Jeonghan actually attempting to be pleasant? And that’s only said because he didn’t end his opening statement with something sassy as he normally did.

“I certainly don’t sleep as much as I like,” you replied shortly and took a sip of your tea. Jeonghan had a cup as well; turning it between his palms—was he nervous? There was seldom a situation he caught you one on one, much less in such a vulnerable situation such as in a hotel lobby in your pajamas grabbing midnight or later tea. “And what about you?”

His gaze was cast down towards the table. He didn’t appear to want to reply but with a soft inhale and the subtle moistening of his lips, he did, reluctantly.

“I’m nervous about this conference.”

“Yoon Jeonghan? Nervous? I must be dreaming,” you retorted sarcastically. It was a reflex at this point, you only ever approached or spoke to Jeonghan with venom and it was suspicious that he was openly divulging this information to you.

“Look, I’m not proud about it, okay? I’ve always hated these conferences. It just reminds me of how much better you are than me.”

Your head must have been spinning by this point. Were these words even actually coming out of Jeonghan’s mouth? Were you asleep and dreaming in your bed? That must have been the case because this was so unlike the Jeonghan you’d known for years—he would never openly admit defeat so nonchalantly.

A scoff fell from your lips, and you were sure your face contorted unpleasantly as you looked up at him. He was looking at you, tongue teasing his lips until he scoffed and looked away from you, too. It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were staring at his mouth, that perfect mouth that seemed to captivate your attention every single time he talked. He ran a hand through his brunet hair to pull it away from his face, allowing you to see the details of his profile and you desperately wished he hadn’t. You stifled a hiss, fingers clenching around your half-empty tea.

“I hate you,” he uttered, but it didn’t catch you by surprise.

“Good thing the feeling is mutual then,” you replied naturally.

What came next you could have never foreseen if you had lived a thousand lifetimes over. Jeonghan turned his face to you so quickly it almost made your head spin. His breath was warm on your cheeks, his nose tentative against your own, fingers gingerly on your jaw as he tilted your head for his supple lips to meet yours for a chaste kiss. Your eyes fell closed immediately, but your hand found his shoulder, torn between pushing him away or slipping up to the indulgent tresses on the back of his neck.

“I hate you so much, but I want you just as badly,” he muttered against your mouth, his lips hardly parting enough from your own to form that audible sentence before his mouth slanted back over yours. That simple phrase had you shivering, and pushing that hand up to the back of his neck to caress it as his velvet tongue slipped against your own. The kiss was fervent, and somewhere in the back of your mind you begged to come to your senses; but Jeonghan’s hair was so silky between your fingers, his touch so welcoming against your jaw, and his mouth… his mouth was a sea breeze against your face, the taste of ice cold tea on a hot summer day, the smell of rain on scorching pavement—delightful.

With your sense of stability fleeing, your fingers clutched at his hair in search for some grounding while your other hand reached out to grab his cotton v-neck. His soft sigh into your mouth sent a tingle through your entire body, sparks flying everywhere; it was as if this was liberating, incredibly desired, and perhaps a long time coming.

“J-Jeonghan,” you whispered, his lips moving down your neck with the departure of your own. If you thought that mouth was skilled against your own, it had the fluttering in your stomach almost uncontainable against your skin, searching for your most sensitive spots. The best tell was the way you tugged at the back of his head; his lips retracted to pull over his teeth and grace you with a chuckle that had your skin crawling.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice low and muffled by contact with your skin as your head lulled back to offer him more real estate.

“I hate you,” you breathed, slipping out of your stool to stand in closer proximity, both of your hands running through his hair.

“Tell me that when I take you upstairs and put you into your bed,” he growled quietly, trying to keep his voice down because even though there were no patrons, there was still a barista perhaps in earshot. Your jaw fell open despite no noise squeaking passed your lips, your hips pushed forward, between his spread legs and he had to take your hips to catch you. His thumbs dug deep into the divots of your hips, rubbing incessant circles beyond the waistband of your pajama bottoms, his thumbs hot against your skin.

The way your tongue and teeth entertained your lips as you tried to keep quiet was hardly in your control but you finally managed to look down at him. His eyes were hazy and half-lidded, akin to your own, begging for your mouth to be on his again. Wanton—that was the only way you could describe the swipe of his tongue behind his parted teeth as he stared at your mouth. It was a form of silent begging that spoke to you in a way no words possible could, so you didn’t hesitate to lean down to him, cupping his jaw to tilt his head back. His eager tongue met yours before your mouth slanted back over his and he stretched up on the stool, a little taller to get as much as he could, steadying himself with your hips that he held in a firm grip despite your squirming.

There were too many conflicting emotions bubbling inside of you. On the one hand, you did hate him what felt like more than life itself, but on the other hand, you craved him like a fish out of water. The way he made you feel was indescribable, in this moment. You needed him, it was that desperate, but that didn’t stop you from expressing the initial feelings of hatred.

“Fuck you, Jeonghan,” you growled, able to break the kiss to get that out. The venom behind it was weak, despite your intentions.

“Please,” he almost begged, “I’m dying to take all of this off and ravish this body with love-bites.”

The way he spoke to you made you putty in his hands. He had a way that made you visualize exactly the things he spoke about, like watching his mouth leave those marks all over your skin as he pinned you underneath him—it almost had your eyes rolling back. You were so frustrated; all you could do was kiss him deep, swallowing his soft moan as he stood from his chair to tower over you and break the kiss to lean over to your ear.

“We still have to make it passed the front desk,” he reminded you, just about shoving your half-empty tea into your hand as he grabbed his coffee and took your hip to guide you towards the elevator, taking special precaution to have you on the desk side to hide a peculiar lump in his sweatpants, despite his shirt mostly covering it. Once making it into the elevator, Jeonghan almost sneered at the security camera perched in the corner of the carriage, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to woo you, even if it was mostly discreetly.

Behind you, he craned over your shoulder to place sweet, but still ardent, kisses against your neck. Although they were soft, they didn’t lack the passion. You stepped back into his chest, leaning against him, almost fumbling with your tea as your head tilted back to rest against his shoulder, soft sighs in his ear eliciting a gentle buck of his hips.

“I love the way you squirm with my mouth on your neck,” he growled to you, the elevator continuing to chime as it ascended floor after floor after floor. It almost sounded like a challenge, as you took it, and turned around to push him against the wall of the carriage with your free hand. Despite his labored breathing, his gaze shifted from yours to your hand planted deep into his chest and back to your eyes.

“You’re going to look so gorgeous, a torn up, fucked out mess underneath me.”

Betrayal, the way your mouth watered with Jeonghan’s threat.

“You better fuck as well as you kiss, then,” you shot back.

“My kisses get you hot, baby?” Jeonghan asked with a teasing smirk, a confident tilt of his head despite the fact that you were still pinning him against the elevator wall. You absolutely hated the way that pet-name made you feel, particularly out of his mouth. If it wasn’t for the blasted security camera hidden in the corner of the elevator, you’d be pushing your hands up his shirt, spreading them against the silky skin that resided underneath. Your one hand was clawing at your tea, his clawing at his coffee as he looked down at you, almost challenging you to do something. The way his eyes hid behind his brunet fringe just added to the thrill of the whole thing, but had your blood pumping hard when it tilted up to draw in a breath.

Your fingers curled into the cotton of his shirt, pulling at it with the way his gaze shifted sultry, peering at you through half-lidded eyes, his strong jawline aching for your mouth to be against it. The arrival of the elevator couldn’t have come soon enough as the polished chrome doors parted to let the two of you out. Jeonghan walked you backwards, preventing your stumbling with a guiding hand that grabbed your hip at first before sliding low across your back and over the curve of your rear. A soft purr in your ear muddied your senses as your back hit your room door, sliding up against it with the coaxing press of his body into yours.

His mouth begged for yours, but he wasn’t going to risk the possibility of Joshua getting a wild hair and coming out of his room to catch the two of you. You submitted your keycard without question, allowing Jeonghan to slide it into the door. The sound of the lock clicking elicited a sigh of relief as the door fell out from behind you. Jeonghan’s warm velvet tongue was in your mouth again before the door even had time to close, both beverages discarded on the table just inside the doorway, the same table he was trying to lift you on to, and your cardigan to the floor.

Soft suctioning, heavy breathing, fingers tearing at articles of clothing as the two of you tried to get enough of each other, filled the air of your suite. Finally having the freedom to do as they wished, your hands pushed passed the hem of Jeonghan’s shirt to spread your palms flat against the curve of his chest. Grasping at your legs, he sighed into your mouth; your skin was ice cold against his. When he decided the table wasn’t working out for him, he turned you and walked you backwards into the living space, pushing you over the arm of the sofa to have you tumbling down.

The smooth leather was cold even on your own skin. Jeonghan stood over you, panting, looking at you like his next meal and took it upon himself to tug his shirt over his head, letting it flutter to the floor and his hair flutter back over his eyes. If your gaze wasn’t begging him to come back to you, you’d have been betrayed, but he wouldn’t come. He stood between your slightly parted legs, rubbing his hands over your pajama clad thighs as he admired you.

“You’re frustrating me,” you pointed out, getting annoyed with the way he just stood there and observed you.

“You’ve frustrated me since I came of age,” he replied; no further explanation was needed but that didn’t stop the needy whine that escaped your lips, watching his jaw betray him as it fell open with the way your legs clenched around his. If he was just going to stand there and look at you for a moment, you were going to do the same. You adored the way his chest expanded and contracted with every heavy breath he took, a direct result of you. Somewhere deep down, it stroked your ego to have him a mess just the same.

“I want to tear you up,” Jeonghan growled, an involuntary shiver ripping through your body. “But at the same time,” he started, leaning over to slip a hand under the hem of your shirt and tease your quivering abdomen, “I want to take such sweet care of you.”

The shivers that shot through you were inevitable as you lay there on the couch, your eyes rolling back, head pushing into the cushions as you relished the feel of Jeonghan’s tender touch against your sternum, doing your absolute best to not grab it through your shirt. Either way that Jeonghan wanted to have you, at this point, was just as well as any other way.

“Jeonghan, please,” you whispered, your hips restless against the couch, legs fussing over the armrest.

“What, baby,” he uttered back, leaning over the arm of the couch, only able to get far enough as to place a strained kiss against the hollow of your throat. “Do you want me to take it all off? To cover every inch of your skin with my mouth?”

Half of your fingers were clawing at the leather upholstery of the couch, the other hand slipped to his shoulder. He prompted for you to grab on; your arms wrapped around his neck as he took your legs in his strong hands and lifted you against his hot naked torso.

“Kiss me,” you begged as he began meandering towards the bedroom.

Jeonghan wasn’t one to ignore you when you were pleading for him like this. His warm mouth slanted back over yours, his tongue a sugary treat against yours as your eyes rolled closed, fingers threading through his hair. The noises coming from him that drowned in the kiss were nothing short of delicious as your free hand scraped at his skin. His hands, having dropped your legs, were all over your smooth back under your shirt, tracing between your shoulder blades and all the way down to the hem of your bottoms but not without touching over the lacy back of your bra.

Impatience turned passionate kisses into chaste ones as his mouth trailed away from yours, kissing at your jaw, nipping periodically and continued to trail down your skin. The more he kissed at your skin, the more you were becoming hyper aware of him. The vague feeling of his hardened manhood against your hipbone had your mouth watering at just the thought of him. While his leg was so conveniently placed between yours, giving you at least a little friction, you took the opportunity to push your hips forward and rub against his throbbing appendage.

His moan against your neck was like the sear of a hot pan in result of your movement. Another roll of your hips elicited a hiss followed by a rougher nip against your skin where he had previously suctioned, just beyond the collar of your pajama shirt to mark you. His fingers were furling at your hips, tugging you into him for some more sweet friction and you wanted to get a tiny bit more teasing in before he lost himself, and you as well.

“Is that all for me, Jeonghan?” you asked in a tone that made his skin crawl. He hissed, formulating his reply.

“Every inch, baby. You drive me positively wild,” he growled through gritted teeth as he tilted his head back up to press a searing kiss against your neck, just under your ear. Meanwhile, his fingers occupied themselves with the buttons of your shirt, slipping them open one by one until it dangled open in the front. Finally able to control himself for a moment, he pulled back to look, almost wishing he hadn’t.

The way that sexy black lace laid against your skin was an absolute masterpiece. Jeonghan, in a desperate attempt to cool himself off for a moment, raked his hair back as he looked you over, his tongue dancing behind his teeth. His eyes met yours, noting the soft blush against your cheeks. Seldom did a boy see you like this; never would you have thought it would be Jeonghan. That gaze asked you a question, and you replied with a simple nod. His hands softly pushed the cotton off your shoulders, letting the sleeves slip down your arms and off your hands to land on the floor.

“Not even in my dreams were you so gorgeous,” he uttered to you, chastely kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck as he slipped to his knees in front of you, igniting the blush on your face. “I always knew you were beautiful, but you are beyond the visions of my desires.”

You would have replied, in fact you had a reply queued in your throat, but all it came out as was a soft sigh as his mouth ghosted over the plush skin of your abdomen. You could feel the way his teeth pulled, the way his tongue flicked, marking you. One of your hands remained threaded in his hair, tugging it as he tugged your skin, your head dropping back for your hazy gaze to stare at the ceiling. Jeonghan was all you knew—he was your thoughts and your five senses. The only name you could remember was his as your mind continued to cloud. So, that was all you whispered.

“Jeon-Jeonghan,” you stuttered in your labored breathing.

“I wanted to totally defile you,” he began, fingers slipping into the stretchy hem of your bottoms. “But I somehow have the mind to think that the repercussions would be much better off if I just made tender love to you.”

Somehow he knew just what to say to have your heart fluttering in a way you didn’t think possible concerning Jeonghan. The fluttering between your legs, deep in your abdomen was inevitable; the fluttering upstairs was something drastically different. His rickety moan was the only thing that brought you back to earth as he tugged your bottoms off, teeth toying with the hem of your lacy underwear. When he peered up at you, you thought your legs were going to give out from underneath you. Barely with the mind to devise a plan you puckered your lips, silently begging for a kiss that he granted.

Your right hand turned over and you swallowed the moan he so generously fed you as you cupped your hand over his erection. The thin material of his pants did nothing to aid his girth in your hand. An intimidated whine slipped passed your lips, muffled against his. He was so much bigger than you could have imagined. Granted, you were inclined to think he was tiny—anything to emasculate him in your mind was the route you were going to go. It didn’t help his case that the only time you saw him was while he was dressed nicely, suit pants doing their job.

“Are you gonna take me, or are you gonna tease me?” he uttered, pushing his hips forwards and tighter into your hand. It was for him to decide, really. Even still, you cupped him a little harder and pumped him one more time before he had your hips and all but tossed you onto your bed. He looked from you, those dark eyes staring through your soul, and downward to his sweats where he tugged the drawstring.

Jeonghan’s tongue danced behind his teeth, fingers pulling at the drawstrings slowly, too slowly. The knot tugged open and brought his eyes back to you. He bit his bottom lip, sliding his thumb around the band of his pants to loosen them enough to push them off his hips, dropping to pool around his ankles. He watched you, watched the way your eyes drank him in as he tried to stave off the blush that was forming on his cheeks. There was something incredibly vulnerable about this situation—never a million years did either of you think you’d be undressing in front of the other. His skin crawled as he watched you remove your bottoms, too, tossing them onto the floor with his. You shifted to your knees to walk towards the edge of the bed where he happily met you. His eyes were trained on your underwear, lacey little things that probably wouldn’t survive the softest tug, but he couldn’t help to run his thumb against the somewhat rough material, fingers trailing across your abdomen, around your hips and thighs.

His soft hiss echoed into your ears, causing your eyes to flutter closed as he admired your body. Tentative, still, were his fingers as they brushed across your skin, trying to find his confidence again through all the vulnerability. Jeonghan wasn’t one who enjoyed being vulnerable, even like this with you. While fingertips traced the underwire of your lingerie, yours were anywhere you could get on him—on his shoulder, on the back of his neck, on his bicep, on his jaw; your hands were restless against him as your head lulled back, eyes fluttered closed.

The sound muted by the strangulation of your throat still had Jeonghan moaning in reply as his hand covered your womanhood over your underwear. You were well aware what a dripping mess you were already, positively desperate for him between your legs.

“Fuck, baby,” he uttered, pushing his middle finger up to rub hard into your panties. You simultaneously loved and hated the way he called you baby, poison dripping off his lips that hooked you like a fish on line. “Is this all for me?” he teased, repeating what you’d said earlier.

You were intent on stroking his ego a bit, something you were normally entirely against. “There’s not a man on this earth who works me up like you,” you whispered, catching his lips in a sweet kiss as your legs parted a little more for him. He groaned against your mouth, brow drawing together as his eager fingers slipped down the front of your underwear to touch against your burning and slick center.

Even the gentlest of touches had you practically doubling over, abdomen quivering while your hands entertained his shoulders. His name dripped off your lips as your head fell forward, his slender fingers slowly working you back and forth. Your legs were weak, practically quaking underneath you as they held you up in front of him.

“Sh-Shit, Jeonghan,” you cursed quietly, nails clawing at his tender skin. As if the situation couldn’t get any steamier, Jeonghan’s hand retreated from your underwear and, after chastely kissing you, wrapped his lovely lips around his middle finger to lick it clean with a sigh. Without another word, he coaxed you off the edge of the bed with your arms wrapped around his neck. His slender fingers worked into the band of your underwear, pushing the elastic off, but not without copping a feel—his large hands, in the midst of pushing your lacey underwear down, curved against your rear.

With your bottom half completely naked, you stood against Jeonghan. His hands had reeled you in tight enough that your warm abdomen touched against his and along with it came a hard reminder of what you were in store for as he pressed into you.

“You’re turn,” you whispered. He met you with a smirk and a dark chuckle before helping you with his underwear. Slowly, he aided the band over his most sensitive parts and it was up to you to drag them down the rest of the length of his long legs.

His breath hitched for a moment. Your cool hand gathered him against your abdomen, stroking over the top of him as you looked at him. Softly, and almost unnoticeably, you nodded your head with that sultry gaze. He couldn’t help but nod with you, reassuring you that it felt incredible, while his hot breath expelled against your face. His pleasured sounds were merely hums, especially as his lips entertained yours. At first, they began as barely even grazes together, slowly evolving into deep open mouthed kisses. Your approving hums mixed with his as his fingers tugged at the clasp of your bra, eventually freeing it to discard it with the rest of your clothes littered about the floor. His hands were urgent on your skin, touching every little piece he could get to before he was backing you into the mattress again.

The comforter was cool against your heated skin as he helped you onto the bed, but he didn’t follow. Instead he stood back to admire you, one hand running through his hair while his other teased his attentive manhood. You had to glance to see the way he stood proudly, absolutely ready for you.

Jeonghan was good on his word about littering your skin with love-bites. He started with your legs, leaving light marks along with a plethora of kisses against your supple skin as he worked his way up. He mostly was intent on marking your upper half, so that’s where he started. A few dark marks formed against your ribcage as he caressed it with his hands, slowly making his way onto the bed to get higher, a couple more against your chest—anywhere he thought a low-cut shirt would cover—and then worked at your collarbones. Your fingers carded through his hair, your quiet sighs just about at his ear drove him wild.

“Jeonghan, baby, please,” you begged, trying to appease him with the pet-name, definitely not the first time that night. “I need you.”

“Trust me, darling, I need you, too,” he breathed against your collar, having just left a dark mark against the far reach where it connected to your shoulder. “It almost hurts, how much I need you,” he whispered against your neck, placing a couple of kisses there.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” you replied, desperate. You took a fistful of his honey-brown hair to guide his face back to yours and teased his lips with a soft kiss.

His smirk returned with a hint of a genuine smile, biting at his bottom lip. He brushed some of your hair away from your hazy eyes, eyes that matched his. He was panting, but so were you as you lay underneath him, his knees between your parted legs that he slowly spread to slip your legs up onto his hips. With one more kiss, he leaned back and sat up on his knees to admire you.

“Make sweet, tender love to you?” he asked.

“Something has to be gentle about our relationship,” you replied, causing him to take one of your hands in response to bring it up to his lips and kiss the back of your fingers, a glimmer of actual affection sparkled in his eyes. He spent some time kissing the back of your hand, a far cry difference from the way you treated each other publicly, while his other thumb massaged the divot of your hip. He smiled, actually smiled, into your skin before dropping your hand and stretched far over you, to the drawer in the bedside table for a rubber, so generously supplied by the hotel.

He reeled back, but you were insistent about putting it on him. You sat up to the best of your ability, your legs hooked on his hips aiding you a little bit as you looked up at him, skillfully rolling it down his manhood and with a quiet hiss, tucking your hair back, he watched your hands. Jeonghan leaned over you, leading your back onto the mattress. Your breath hitched, the feeling of Jeonghan’s poised erection prodded at your entrance, but your eyes never left his. He shoveled his free hand under the small of your back, angling your hips for him.

Slowly, gently, watching every single expression on your face and in your eyes, Jeonghan pushed in with a soft moan. The slight discomfort drew your brows together, but he took your hand searching for his and laced his fingers between yours.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“You’re big,” you almost whined, eyes rolling closed as you shifted your hips.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, flattered really. “We’ll take it slow,” he reassured you.

And take it slow, you did. He wiggled his hips, trying to stretch you out, letting you squeeze his hand as you got used to him. Your knees clenched around his hips with every one of his movements and the pleasure started to grow—he could tell by the way the tension faded from your face and your sounds were more harmonious and less rough. You loved the way he watched you with those half-lidded eyes, the way he pulled you into his gentle movements with the arm cinched around your hips, all the quiet half-growls he fed you.

His motion turned into steady rolls, as if his hips were attached to a wheel, the rhythm was perfectly timed. He loved the way your legs squeezed around him, the way you met his motions, the hazy look on your face and how breathless you were. He leaned over, planting a hand into the mattress to your side to pick up the speed a little bit.

“Ha-Han…” you squeaked, followed by a moan as your right hand reached out to brace against his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice breaking as his brow knitted together, “is it good, baby?” He was breathless, the way he spoke to you, his chest heaving despite the temperate pace.

“God, Jeonghan,” you whined, “it’s so good.”

He dug both arms underneath you, clutching his hands over your shoulders as he eclipsed your body with his. Your arms wound around him, clawing at his shoulders just the same as his hot breath teased the perspiration on your neck. His knees bowed out, opening your legs a little more to dig deeper.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed into the stale air above. Your eyes were rolling back, gentle panting littered with sighs and mewls for him before your teeth clasped around the lean muscle covering his shoulder. He growled into your neck, the perspiration on both of your bodies making you slick against each other, and reeled back to place a passionate kiss against your mouth to swallow your pleasured pleas.

Just the soft suctioning of kisses, breathless panting and pleasured sighs, and the shuffling of the comforter underneath you filled your hotel room. He kissed away from your mouth and against both of your flushed cheeks, across your jaw and back down to your neck. Your fingers were raking at his naked back leaving shallow welts on his once immaculate skin until he pulled back.

Both of his hands were planted firmly on either side of you, his hips finding a new pace to buck into you. His hips gently slapped against yours, his head dropping to shield his face with his hair before he was cupping your jaw in his palm. He looked into your eyes, trying to find the right words to ask you, but you could guess what he wanted to say.

“Give it to me; I know part of you still wants to tear me up,” you told him.

“I’ll ease into it. I still want to take care of you,” he replied, kissing against your lips with the pause of his hips. He placed one of your hands back against his shoulder. “Push me off if you can’t take it.”

You nodded, his hands sinking back into the mattress and you bit your lip in anticipation. He started off slow, as he promised, but it didn’t take long to pick up. Your nerves were on fire, and you were sure he wasn’t peaking yet. His shuttered groans turned you completely on, the deep rasp hitting your core. One of his hands had to take your hip to hold you still from sliding around too much. It burned, you couldn’t deny it. His pace was ragged, almost out of control as he took you the way he wanted—rough and fast. You were almost too breathless to make a noise, but you were definitely arching into his body until a wanton, husky moan ripped from your lips, tapering off as a squeal.

“Yeah, baby; let me hear you,” he panted, his hips crushing into yours. Your head was spinning, eyes closed tight as you were reaching your end, but you hadn’t had enough. With your hand still against his shoulder, your fingers curled over it to hold on, nails digging into tender flesh. You were just about crying his name, some as full-fledged whines, and others as barely trickling whispers. Your lungs almost couldn’t support the sheer quantity of pleasured noises you were feeding him. The bedframe was bolted to the wall, so there was no possibility for noise there but you were sure it would be beating against the wall if given the chance. Jeonghan was working you hard, sweat dripping down the sides of his face and down his neck. His chest glimmered with sheen of its own.

Suddenly, he stopped. Hips completely halted, giving you a break to catch your breath. Both of you were panting hard. He chuckled, that dark chuckle that could get you off just by itself, lips darting out to wet his lips as he looked down at you.

“You feel so fucking good, almost too good,” he praised with a raspy lilt on his words that had you shivering. You didn’t have a good reply, just reached up to prompt him to duck his head enough for you to push his sweaty hair away from his face. Even half-lidded and panting, you wiped the sweat away from his brow and philtrum before wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to draw him down to place a few needy kisses against his lips.

His hips were moving again when he pulled away, back to the same sensual love he was making to you before, but that didn’t stop him from digging both arms underneath you to hoist you up and plop you into the lap of his crossed legs. The new angle elicited a luscious moan from you, which he kissed off your lips. The new position was much more intimate, allowing both of you to wrap your arms around the other. His rolling hips had you slowly coming undone; he could feel it in your kisses, a little more urgent.

You nipped at his lips; the friction of your sweet little button against his pelvis had your breathing ragged. Barely able to kiss him anymore, you pressed your forehead against his, rocking on his lap with your arms around his neck, draping over his shoulders.

“Are you going to come for me, baby? Tell me you’re going to come for me,” he pleaded; that much closer to his own end, too. You could feel it, the bubbling in your abdomen, the tightening, clenching around him.

“H-Ha-Han…” You could barely breathe, much less reply, so it was a choppy response of just his name.

“Come on, darling,” he encouraged, leaning back a bit to pull you higher on his lap, increasing the friction tenfold. “I’m gonna come for you, baby girl.”

“R-right there!” you squealed, brow drawing together as your face flushed deeper. He could feel you constrict, getting impossibly tighter around him as he encouraged you. Your unified pleasure pushed you over the edge, chasing your peak with a moan that drowned his out as your head lolled back, panting into the sex-stained air. You could feel Jeonghan pulsing against your tight walls, shuttering a moan into your neck as he buried his face there, chasing his high, too. Choppy mewls flooded Jeonghan’s ears as he slowed to a halt, both of you panting and sweaty messes tangled up with each other. You were cradling his head against you, chin resting atop his head as you came back down from cloud nine.

You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, so Jeonghan’s shaky hands let you fall gracefully from his lap and back onto the bed, effectively tugging him out of you. You quivered on the bed as Jeonghan trashed the condom, not moving from his spot since the trash was right under the drawer he retrieved it from. He gave you a moment, and himself a moment before he was lifting you to tug the covers out from underneath you. You were protesting the movement, but he promised it would be just a moment as he settled into your bed, straddling you across him to lie against his chest.

Jeonghan found comfort in your warm breath against his neck as he stroked through your hair, eyes getting heavy with sleep, but he wasn’t about to fall asleep on you, not just yet. With gentle fingers, he coaxed your chin up when you had enough strength to look at him for a moment. He looked between your eyes with so much to say, but those eyes fluttered closed when his lips met yours.

“Deep down, I bet you’re a great lover,” he whispered against your mouth, silencing your reply when his tongue found yours to reignite the fire deep within.

“Deep down,” you replied finally, pushing a hand against his shoulder, “the woman you love is going to be so lucky.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“I mean, I know somewhere in here…” You pushed a hand against his chest over his heart, “…Your capacity to be a great lover is going to make someone so happy. Because if you can make love to me like this…”

“Do you even hear yourself? Do you even hear me?” he asked.

“What are you on about, Jeonghan?” you asked, tenderly pushing his honey hair away from his eyes.

“Do you want to know why I tease you so much?”

“If you want to call it teasing,” you replied. Something in you couldn’t get enough of his kisses, so you pressed your lips to his again and again; adoring the way he hummed into your mouth before you finally gave him enough time to reply.

“I’m jealous. You were always so much smarter than me, so much more creative and clever and determined and successful than me. My parents were so disappointed that you didn’t want to merge the companies, and that disappointment landed on me. It took a long time to grapple with, but when I finally figured out why I hated you so much… it wasn’t about you anymore; it was about me. I’m nervous about this conference because I’ve seen your numbers and… in the small number of years it’s been since the company was handed to you, the progress you’ve made in expansion is envious by any business—”

“Yoon Jeonghan…” you uttered somberly, interrupting him because you knew he was rambling and while some of that was what he wanted to say, he was getting off track.

With a heavy sigh, and after tucking your hair behind your ears, he replied. “You don’t make love to someone you don’t love.”

His statement confused you for a moment, and then it hit you—the realization on your face prompted him to speak again.

“I don’t hate you because you’re better than me. I don’t hate you because the merge was a bust. I hate you because I love you, and I can’t have you. I hate you because that’s the only way I can cope with it. I can’t even explain to you the… heartbreak I had watching the way Hong touched you, the way he held you… I would kill for that to be me. I don’t want your business, I don’t want a merge; I want your hand, I want you by my side. Deep, deep down… I want your love.”

It was a lot to take in. You didn’t want to lay there and look at him like he had ten heads, so you shifted off him and got up from the bed. If he felt heartbreak before, he really felt it now as he slumped, defeated, into your mattress and gave himself a moment to find the will to get up and leave. You were gathering clothes off the floor; that much he could hear.

He felt embarrassed now, being naked in your presence and scrounged quickly for his underwear first. You’d gone off into the other room and—where was his blasted shirt? You shoved a water bottle in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed, sweats in his hand. His gaze followed your hand up to your face, and then your body where his v-neck clung to your torso, dangling over your hips.

“You’re going to make me fall in love with you and then you’re going to leave?” you questioned. The way he was sitting was aching to leave, his body language wasn’t hard to read—never had been.

“You’re going to roll out of bed after my confession without saying a word and make me feel so utterly rejected and defeated, just to come back to me donned in my shirt to say that shit to me?” he questioned in return, the same fire in his voice that usually had been with you. He was so heated, he even stood up which forced you back a couple of steps.

“I spent my whole life of knowing you thinking all you wanted was my business, and for that I hated you. But deep down, I’ve always just wanted you.”

Jeonghan had cast his sweats and water aside, ready to go to battle with you the same way the two of you had for years. “Maybe you should have heard me out all those times before it even got to this point—”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, up on your toes for him to take his lips in a kiss that felt dissimilar to the others. It took him a moment to melt into it, to settle his hands on your hips, and when they did you pulled away.

“You don’t even listen,” you breathed to him. “The first thing I say to you is you’re going to make me fall in love with you, and you’re ready to go off to war,” you replied with a giggle. “I confess to you in return, and you still just want to fight.”

His gaze on you softened as he replayed the scenario in his head.

“You just got up and left, what was I supposed to think after spilling my heart to you?”

You shook your head, cupping over his hands that were still possessive on your hips, not about to let you go, and kissed against his lips a couple more times until he was relaxed against you. He plopped back down on the edge of the bed, enough for you to crawl into his lap again. You straddled his lap, guiding the kiss as you cupped his jaw.

“I love you,” he uttered against your mouth. “I love you so much, and finally being able to get that all out—”

“Jeonghan,” you interrupted, caressing his jaw as you looked down into his eyes.

“Let me be your lover,” he pleaded, innocently kissing your lips.

“There’s going to be a lot of very shocked people at the conference tomorrow,” you reminded him, but it didn’t stop his incessant kisses.

“Maybe it would be easier to keep it a secret until we get back,” he suggested. “But until tomorrow, you’re mine in this bed.”

The giggle that fell from your lips melted Jeonghan’s heart as he turned you, hand fully engulfing your hips to spin you around and chase you back up the length of the bed until you were tangling in the sheets again. Jeonghan slipped between your legs, his body just barely hovered over yours as he settled in, trapping you underneath him. His head settled comfortably against your chest with his arms shoveled underneath you, resting the majority of his weight against your pelvis and relished the feel of your hands gently tangling in his hair—the softest honey brown locks on earth. You couldn’t help but tilt your head to press the curve of your jaw against the top of his head as he began falling asleep.

“Please, don’t leave me,” you uttered, fearing it was all a dream.

“They’re going to have to drag me out of here in handcuffs before I’d even think about leaving you tonight,” he uttered with a sleepy rasp to his voice. “But, what about Hong?”

“I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.” You laughed nervously.

“I swear, if he raises his voice—”

“Stop it,” you complained, gently slapping his naked back, “I love him. He’s earned the right to chastise me. I’ll take my lick, and we’ll all move forward. He is part of being with me; you’ll have to get along.”

Jeonghan gave a disgruntled growl, but he knew that if he was dating you, he was dating Joshua and Dokyeom, too—they came with the territory. He would learn to accept it, and started by falling fast asleep, listening to the rhythm of your heart.

Incessant knocking on your hotel door dragged the warm body next to you from the bed, but not without a few chaste kisses against the knuckles of the hand that reached for him. The covers were plush around you, soaked in his scent. The grogginess of last night’s events clouded your judgement as Jeonghan pulled his sweats on—enough to at least be somewhat presentable to whoever was at the door.

Your sleep eyes watched him go around the corner towards the door, the loving gaze fading quickly to panic as you came to the realization of exactly who was at the door. You scrambled from the covers, Jeonghan’s shirt hanging off your shoulders as you dashed around the corner.

“Jeonghan—”

His hand was already turning the bronzed handle, too late for you to stop him as he pulled the door open to reveal a similarly groggy Joshua whose eyes were soon cleared to hold the largest amount of confusion one pair of eyes could possibly convey. He stared at Jeonghan for a minute, blinking hard a few times before turning around to check to make sure he didn’t knock on the wrong door. When he saw your horrified face in the background, he was certain he didn’t knock on the wrong door.

The jig was up much earlier than either of you had intended.

“You have so much explaining to do, missy,” Joshua chastised—but as you had told Jeonghan, you definitely deserved it.

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SoulEnemies // MYG

Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.

Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi

Words: 5321

This will probably become a series, so let me know if you guys want more!

You never asked for this. None of your friends had double numbers, so why were you one of the unlucky few in the world who did? What had you done to deserve this? It drew people to stick their noses into your privacy, wondering for the fiftieth time that week when your date would arrive.

As a young child, the discovery that you had double numbers was earth-shattering. You had always dreamt of how you would meet your soulmate first, and when the day arrived that your enemy came around, the two of you would be ready for them. Your partner would be there to protect you from your enemy and would be your knight in shining armor.

Instead, the universe decided you were the one in a billion that it would play jokes on. The day your first tattoo appeared, scripted on the inside of your left wrist, you immediately ran to your mother and father, eagerly awaiting the day that your second tattoo would appear.

It was over a year that you waited with bated breath. When you felt that somewhat familiar itching beneath your skin, you were in the middle of a silent reading period. However, you were anything but silent as your heart stopped in your chest at the sight of those numbers. The whole class whipped around to look at you as you sat there, your young mind grappling with the reality set out on your wrists.

The teacher rushed back to scold you, before stopping in her tracks as she noticed what you were gaping at. You were excused for the day, which then turned into a week off from school. You spent that entire week crying about how unfair everything was, and your parents tried to comfort you, but nothing would ease your pain.

Now, tomorrow was the date that had been written on your wrists for the past 12 years. You had grown somewhat numb to the whole idea that, no matter where you went tomorrow, your soulenemy, as you had wittily called them for the last 11 years, would find you at the exact time on your wrist, no matter the location.

You wished you felt something other than a bundle of nerves at the bottom of your stomach. Your friends had wished you luck, but you knew ever since the age of nine that luck had never been on your side. You simply laid in bed that night, contemplating what you would do tomorrow, how you would carry yourself. You could be standoffish and cool, but that might cause unnecessary hostility. You could be quiet and polite, but that might allow them to walk all over you.

Pushing away these thoughts, you took a deep breath. No matter what happened tomorrow, you were stuck with them, and they were stuck with you. So you would have to find a way to make it work.

The weather was awful the next morning, at least in your mind. It had snowed overnight, and the white flakes still fell silently from the sky. You hated winter and everything cold, and you were oh so reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed. Sliding on a pair of thick socks before your feet touched the cold floor, you slowly stood from your cocoon of blankets.

You went about your normal morning, making yourself a cup of tea because coffee was too bitter for your taste. Rummaging through the cupboards of your small kitchen, you found a box of breakfast bars and grabbed two before setting down on the crappy couch in front of the crappy tv. This apartment had been the only thing you could afford on a living made only by small gigs in coffee shops and the occasional college party. It had come fully furnished, and though the furniture wasn’t nice by any means, you weren’t complaining.

Turning the television on, you flipped through the eight channels you had access to without a working cable box, stopping on a news channel. It depicted a nearby record label, one that you knew well. It was known as Monster D Records, co-owned by three of the most successful rappers in the game: Kim Namjoon, aka Rap Monster, Jung Hoseok, aka J-Hope, and Min Yoongi, aka Suga. The three men had once been part of a successful group that had had since disbanded, and their music was nothing that interested you, similar to their label. Every artist they came out with was an R&B or hip-hop star, and that had always been one of your least favorite genres.

The news anchor’s voice drew you from your thoughts. “In other news, the owners of Monster D Records are holding their biannual company dinner party tonight. Stars from all over the world have been invited, and we will be back later tonight to bring you exclusive coverage of the event, so tune in at six o’clock tonight for our special program!” Scoffing, you took the remote and turned the device off. Gazing down at your arms, you traced the date and time on your left wrist.

November 18, 2017

6:19 pm

They obviously hadn’t changed in the time you had them, and you didn’t expect them to change. You just wished they were different…

Moving off the couch, you went to go shower and change. After turning on the water to hopefully warm it up, you put on your favorite playlist, placed your phone on the bathroom counter, and got undressed. By the time you got in, the water was lukewarm at best, but you’d come to expect that. Singing along quietly with the music from your phone, you grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the little ledge on the wall and began to wash your hair. However, mid-line your music was interrupted by your ringtone. Shampoo still in your hair, you reached out of the shower to check who it was. Perhaps our best friend wishing you luck for the day? Or your mother giving her condolences about what you’d have to go through today?

It turned out to be neither of those, but instead a number you’d never seen before. You hesitated, debating if you should answer. The only thing that made you press the answer icon was the fact that this number had the same area code as you. You quickly turned the shower off and turned on speakerphone.

“Hello?” you answered reluctantly.

“Hi, my name is Adelaide Bryce, I’m calling from Monster D Records,” came a bright female voice from the other end. It took a moment for her words to register, and by the time they did, you realized you had missed the second part of whatever she just said.

“Pardon, what was that?” You felt your breathing pick up slightly. Why the hell would someone from Monster D be calling you, especially so early in the morning?!

“I asked if you were Y/N Y/L/N?” she repeated kindly.

“Uh yeah, yes I am. Is there something I can help you with?” You tried not to sound flustered but did a terrible job of it.

“Actually there is,” the girl replied, sounding slightly relieved. “You may or may not have heard, but we’re hosting our company party tonight. I know it’s very last minute, but the previous act we had lined up isn’t going to be able to make it tonight…” She hesitated before continuing. “We were wondering if you’d like to fill in and play some music for the guests. It would be worth your while and you’d probably get the attention of several big-name producers if that’s what you’re looking for in the future.”

You stood there speechless. They wanted you? At their company dinner?! “How the hell did I get picked?” You thought aloud. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I’m just… a little flustered.”

The girl chuckled. “I’m sure. We’d love to have you, and you were personally recommended by one of our staff. I believe he watched you perform at a coffee shop?”

“Yes, I do a lot of those,” you smiled slightly. Then, a pit formed in your stomach as you remembered what day it was. “I… I’m not totally sure if I’ll be able to. I have somewhere I have to be tonight, even though I’m not really sure where that is…” you muttered the last part.

Though apparently, it was loud enough for the girl to hear, because you heard a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “Is today the day for you?”

“Yes, it is. And I’m not sure if a company dinner is where I’m meant to be tonight…” You bit the inside of your cheek, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“On the contrary, I think this is exactly where you’re supposed to be!” she exclaimed. “Please, just know that you were personally recommended by someone who has a lot of experience spotting new talent, and he believes you have what it takes to be successful. Give this a shot, I’m sure everything will work out tonight!” She sounded like she knew something she wasn’t telling you, but you decided not to push it.

Following your heart, and what it said was right, you nodded to yourself. “Alright, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?”

“Alright! Arrive around 5:15 tonight at the private lot in back, just tell the guard your name and he’ll let you through. Someone will be waiting by the back door to escort you to the stage where you’ll be performing. I hear you play guitar so you can bring whatever instruments you would like, but we can provide hardware such as cables and mics. Oh, and wear something nice, y’know, business formal. I’m sure you’ll do great tonight, both on stage and with your first meeting,” she added reassuringly. “Thank you so much!”

“Thank you as well, have a good one,” you replied before hanging up and turning the shower back on. Only this time, it was steaming.

You found yourself on the metro at 5:09, a deep blue dress with a modest collared neckline that ended just above the knee hidden beneath your winter coat. Around your neck was a single diamond on a delicate chain, a graduation present from your mother who claimed: “Every woman needs a good diamond.” You had decided when you received it that you would not wear it until this day, and it felt almost heavy against your chest to realize that today really was the day. Your life would change forever based on what happened today.

Guitar case in one hand, you gripped the overhead bar for dear life as the train slowed to a stop. A surge of people moved to the exit, and you followed close behind, stepping onto the familiar platform. You had busked here many times before, and been fairly successful considering this was the more creative part of town. And since Monster D was only a block away, it was a common spot to get noticed by the staff there.

Making your way to the stairs leading to the street above, you tried your best to get around people. Emerging on the sidewalk, you had slightly more room to walk. Crossing East 71st, you approached the building you had passed so many times on your way to venues. Monster D Records stood a bit shorter than the buildings surrounding it, but had much more curb appeal, with its sleek exterior standing out on the corner. You shook your head slightly in disbelief that this was actually happening as you made your way to the front door before pausing. Didn’t she say to enter through the back door?

Turning, you hurried to the side of the building toward the gate you could see behind it. You hesitantly approached it, noticing the guard inside the booth. Stepping toward him, you double checked your phone for the time, finding it was two minutes till.

“Can I help you with something miss?” The guard called, drawing your attention.

“Um, yes actually. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I was told to come through here for the dinner?” You explained somewhat skeptically.

“Oh yes, of course. Come right in,” the man smiled, stepping out from his booth and opening a smaller gate beside the one meant for cars. “There’s an assistant by the back door, good luck!”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled as you stepped through the opening. Sure enough, you spotted a young woman holding open a door and hurried across the parking lot full of expensive cars.

“Welcome to Monster D Records!” The woman greeted you with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied gratefully, stepping inside out of the cold.

“So I heard you’re the new entertainment for tonight huh?” You nodded as she entered behind you. “Well, you’re right on time. That’s very appreciated here. I’ll take you to the stage right now, you can set up there and soundcheck if you’d like. The guests should start arriving around 5:45 or so, and there’ll be a brief introduction, but after that, you’re free to play whatever you’d like.”

“Nothing too loud though right? Just background music,” you sighed slightly. You were used to gigs like this. You’d played enough dinner parties and restaurants to know that people liked to talk at the table, and couldn’t be expected to pay perfect attention to the entertainment playing quietly on the stage.

The girl leading you through the confusing hallways glanced back at you with a sympathetic look. “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve been in your position, as have most of the employees here. So I know how it feels to be on stage getting ignored. But I have a feeling you’ll do amazing and you’ll impress a lot of important people here. This could be a break for you, so do your best,” she smiled encouragingly as she came to a stop before a black door. Opening it, you found a small side stage. Stepping out, you found backstage areas to both sides, and heavy drapery framing the center, where a mic and stool were set up.

“Is there any hardware you need?”

“I was told you guys could provide a cable for my guitar?” You turned to face her again as she nodded and headed to the area to the left. Returning a moment later, she handed you a jack and nodded to the stool ahead of you.

“Go set up, I’ll plug you in,” she held onto the other end of the cord and released the middle to head over to the soundboard behind the curtains to the right. As she moved out of sight and you made your way to the stool, one of the doors on the opposite wall opened and three men in suits entered, deep in conversation. Deciding to ignore them, you leaned down to pull out your guitar from its case which you then went to place behind the curtains. Plugging in, you set down on the stool and adjusted the mic. Awaiting the ok to soundcheck, you realized you still had on your coat but decided you’d remove it just after the introduction since it was a bit chilly in the auditorium.

You took the moment to survey the space. To your right was another larger stage, probably where the intro would be taking place. Before you were about thirty circular tables covered in crimson cloths. The chairs were dark wood, and the walls were a light gray. The entire room would soon be full of important and famous people, though at the moment it was just the three men who still paid you little attention.

“Alright, go ahead and mic check,” the woman called. You nodded, speaking softly into the microphone at your lips. You continued to say meaningless things as she adjusted the volume. You heard yourself over the speakers and noticed the men across the room glancing in your direction. “Ok, now the guitar.”

You hesitantly strummed a chord, worried the speaker would be up too loud. She adjusted the volume again as you continued to strum a simple G chord. Curiously, you glanced at the men and found them all turned toward you, though still speaking with each other. “Try singing something. It’s a little hard to do them separately,” she called from the right. For whatever reason, you began to feel nervous. It felt strange to play a song with only three people before you, even if just for a soundcheck, but you did as she asked and began a random song that came to mind.

That is what truly grabbed the attention of your three audience members. They almost immediately faced you, watching intently. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue looking at them, so you let your eyes wander everywhere else. Until one of them started toward you.

He had bleached hair that had obviously been neutralized to make it silvery, and his black suit had probably been tailored because it fit him flawlessly. His eyes narrowed slightly as he approached as if he were curious about you. Coming to a stop as he reached the stage, he placed his hands on the edge and looked over to where the woman stood to adjust the soundboard.

“Turn it up a bit, Erica,” he called authoritatively. “We can hardly hear her on the other side as it is, so there’s no way they’ll hear her later.”

“Of course sir,” Erica replied, apparently adjusting the sound accordingly. You realized you had stopped playing as the man glanced up at you with a small grin. Eyes darting away from his, you resumed the song you’d previously been playing as he turned to the other two across the way. One of them pointed up, and he turned back to Erica again.

“A little more, please.” With another look back, he got a thumbs up from the same man as before, then with a nod, he turned back around one more time. “Perfect! Good work getting her set up. Go check that the carpet event is going smoothly alright?”

“Alright,” she agreed as she emerged from the curtains. The man nodded and moved to return to his friends without another word, leaving you wishing he had at least introduced himself. Erica placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention. “Y/N, your voice is gorgeous. I’d be surprised if you made it through the night without at least one producer showing interest in you. I know you’ll do wonderfully, so break a leg out there,” she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out. You turned to ask who the three men were, but you weren’t fast enough, and as you turned back around to take another peek at the men on the other side of the auditorium, you found they had disappeared as well.

It wasn’t more than five minutes before guests began entering. Once there were about twenty people, you decided it couldn’t hurt to play music until the introduction speech. With only about five minutes to go, you would just play one song then you’d sit quietly on your stool for the intro. Your stomach was doing flips, and you tried desperately to lose yourself in the song. But all too soon it was over, and as you opened your eyes afterward, you found the auditorium nearly full. Pulling out your phone for a moment, you found it was 6:10, and you wondered when the speech was going to take place. Sure enough, after a moment the curtains on the main stage were drawn open to reveal the speakers.

Your jaw nearly dropped as you found the same three men from earlier on the stage. The silver-haired one stood to the side further from you, and the three moved toward two microphones set up before them.

“Welcome,” began the one in the center. He was the tallest, with peachy hair and full lips. “As you probably know, my name is Kim Namjoon, and this is Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi. The three of us began Monster D Records 6 years ago, and in the time it’s been around it has become one of the most successful record labels in the game. Thanks to all of you, among others, our business has been able to blossom and realize its full potential. So please, raise your glasses in a toast for a moment.” You hadn’t noticed before, but all three men had been holding glasses of champagne at their sides, and they raised them carefully. “Here’s to another successful year and to all of you, for your constant support and love!” And with that, cups were brought together all throughout the auditorium and people took a sip. After a few more comments, the three thanked everyone once more and made their way off the stage.

One of the servers who stood before your stage turned to give you a thumbs up, and you prepared to strum your guitar before you remembered you had to take your coat off. Carefully placing your guitar against the stool, you hurried to where your case was stored and unzipped your coat. However, thanks to your awful luck the zipper caught on the fabric, forcing you to struggle with it for a moment before finally freeing it. Placing it atop your case, you glanced at your phone, and you found the screen read 6:19 pm.

At the same time, you heard the stage floor creak behind you, closely followed by a hand gently placed on your shoulder. You gasped, attempting to turn around to see who it was, but another arm snaked around your waist, securing you against a warm, solid chest.

“So it was you all along,” came a whispered voice in your ear. “You’re the one who put me through all those years of confusion and longing…” The mystery man’s fingers trailed slowly down your arm, his touch light and careful. He grasped your wrist gently, bringing it up to read it. “November 18, 2017. 6:19 pm. Double numbers…” You brought up your other wrist slowly, wondering if this was really happening. It seemed too good to be true, that the universe would do whatever it took to get the two of you in the same place at the right time. There was a soft sigh in your ear as you revealed your other tattoo, and you could have melted right then and there. Even without having seen his face, you knew this relationship would be…interesting.

You removed your hand from his grasp but took his hand in yours. Needing proof that this was, in fact, the man you were destined for, you pushed up his sleeve enough to see the mark on his creamy skin. As expected, it was the same as yours, and you couldn’t help but place your wrist beside his to find them identical. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt hot lips on your neck, and you leaned back against him.

A gasp escaped your mouth as you were turned around to face him, only to be met with a face you had already seen several times tonight. “Min Yoongi…” His name fell from your lips, nothing more than a whisper that was eaten up by the thick fabric surrounding you. Your hand came up to his face as your stared in disbelief. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers as they traveled down his jaw to stop at his chin.

“Thank you for accepting the job tonight,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you had declined.”

“Well you wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure,” you grinned. “You’d probably be in my part of town, where guys like you wouldn’t go if their life depended on it.” The words came out differently than you’d heard them in your mind, but a smile appeared on his lips nonetheless.

“You need to go perform, people are waiting on you.” He gently pulled you closer, leaning his forehead to yours. “Can I drive you home once this is over?” He almost sounded unsure, like you might actually turn him down.

You hesitate for a heartbeat, before nodding slightly. “Of course. I’m sure whatever fancy car you have is better than taking the metro, especially at night.”

He chuckled, standing straight after a moment. He was taller than you, but not by much. “Alright then, I’ll see you after.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, bringing heat to your cheeks as he took a step back. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.” And with that, he was headed out the door through which you originally entered, leaving you blushing like a lovesick schoolgirl.

The murmur of the room just on the other side other the curtain pulled you back to reality. You stepped back out onto the stage, settling down on the stool and nestling your guitar on your lap. You thought for a moment, before strumming the first chord of the song “Rhythm of Love.” As you played, you noticed Yoongi enter once again, his eyes finding yours as he greeted some guests. Smiles lit up both of your faces, and the rest of the night was a bit of a blur.

“Y/N,” came a voice from behind you. It was one you’d heard several times that night, so before you even turned you knew it was Yoongi. The event had officially ended, but guests still lingered and got in their last bits of conversation. “We can leave whenever you’d like,” he smiled as he stood by the door leading off stage.

All night, you’d exchanged glances and smiles, and at one point he had introduced you to his co-founders, Namjoon and Hoseok. They had both complimented you on your voice and wished you luck with Yoongi, which made you chuckle slightly nervously. Now, he stood before you, a smile on his lips as you placed your guitar in its case and put your coat back on. He insisted on carrying your instrument out to his car, claiming that chivalry wasn’t dead as long as he was alive. Along the way to the exit, his hand claimed yours, a pleasant surprise just before you stepped out into the frigid night air.

“I’m right here,” he gestured toward a black Range Rover parked in the first spot to the right. When you glanced at him with one eyebrow slightly raised, he grinned. Perks of owning the place, I suppose,” he shrugged and went to open the trunk.

You gingerly climbed into the passenger’s seat, legs raised slightly to keep from making contact with the cold leather seats. A few seconds later, the trunk was shut and he climbed in next to you, swearing under his breath at the cold leather. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at his reaction, drawing his attention to you. As he narrowed his eyes, you smirked playfully retrieving your phone from your pocket. He shook his head and started the car, immediately turning on the seat warmers.

“Damn, heated seats…” you commented, thoroughly impressed.

“And a heated steering wheel, but I won’t brag,” he chuckled, backing out of the spot. The same guard from before was at the gate, and he waved as he opened it to let you pass. You smiled back, before realizing the windows were probably too tinted for him to see it.

“See, I don’t have any of this.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke up after a few silent moments. “None of this glitz and glamour, the dinner parties, fancy cars… I came from nothing, and that’s what I’ll be for who knows how long. Nothing. And that’s alright with me.” You added the last part quickly when you realized how ungrateful you sounded.

Yoongi chuckled quietly. “You’re not nothing, Y/N. You’re everything, you just don’t know it yet, and the right people haven’t discovered that.” His fingers slipped through yours and settled on your left leg. “I just realized….” he trailed off after a moment.

“What is it?” You looked at him curiously.

“You never told me where you live,” he laughed as the light before you turned green.

Giggling, you ran your thumb absentmindedly over the back of his hand. “You’re going the right way. I’m on 37th and Eastwood.” This got a skeptical glance out of him as he kept driving.

“Would you care if I spent a little time with you tonight?” He sounded hesitant like he didn’t want to push it too far tonight.

“Of course. I can order a pizza because I’m kinda starving,” you grinned. The thought of him wanting to spend time with you was so foreign, but it warmed something in your chest. After a minute or two, you were pulling into the garage beneath your shitty apartment complex. He parked, and as you walked past your old Subaru you decided not to point out that it belonged to you. In the elevator up, he placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, seemingly not wanting to ever let you go. Together, you stepped out onto your floor and made your way to your apartment.

After opening the door, you turned on the lights and welcomed him inside. “So sorry it’s not the neatest, I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with my-” You caught yourself just before the word soulenemy came from your mouth. He didn’t need to know you thought that all these years. “I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with you, so I didn’t clean up before I left.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s perfect.” He turned to you quietly, lips quirked up slightly and eyes soft as he stepped forward. “There are some moments in life that are meant to be captured with cameras,” he began, his words raising your curiosity. “You pose in front of a lens, and hope that the photographer can make you look good.” He brushed his knuckles along your cheekbone. “Or you arrange a setting, and hope it doesn’t turn out looking staged and dull.” You wondered where he could be going with this as his hands made their way to your shoulders, where he began to push off your coat. “Then there are some moments too astonishing to ever be captured in their full glory through a lens. The colors too vivid,” he smiled at the blush flowering on your cheeks. “The lines to delicate,” he ran his thumb down your jaw as your coat slid from your arms onto the floor.

“The image would never be quite the same through a lens than it would be to simply take it all in.” His body was nearly against yours, his lips merely inches away. “This is one of those moments. You look so beautiful, and I can’t decide if it’s this awful fluorescent lighting or the fact that now I finally know you’re the one, but you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

Your heart did flips in your chest as you tried to work up the courage you needed right then. However, Yoongi beat you to it, bringing his lips to brush against yours. The next thing you knew, your fingers were tangled in his silver hair and you lay beneath him on your bed, fervently kissing one another as though you had been without each other for years, and perhaps some would say that was the case. He tasted faintly of chocolate fondue and smoke, and the feel of his lips against yours was enough to turn you to putty beneath his fingers. Everywhere he touched, he left tracks of liquid gold beneath your skin, and you nearly came undone as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.

He was absolutely intoxicating.

And it made you wonder what could be so bad about him…

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