#x. no one touches me unless i want them to. ( profile. )

[shmooooo]

hi isa <3 really curious on what type of dom you think the exo members are 😻👀

The way you sent this while I was going through my exo album looking for a new profile pic-

exo as doms

pairing: exo x reader (no chen, read my guidelines for info)

genre: smut

warnings: reader has a hand kink (this is very self-indulgent), mentions of degradation, spanking, edging, overstimulation, (aftercare isn’t explicitly mentioned for most of them but just know that all of them would be adamant about taking good care of you after, especially if they were rough)

word count: 851

notes: special thanks to @rose-sereniteeth for helping me! ♡ funny how we struggled with minseok and then in typical fashion his part became one of the longest 💀 i'm not super happy with this but despite having stanned exo for the past seven years, i never quite embraced them like this until somewhat recently so there's still time to figure this out - also reblogs are always appreciated!

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Minseok (Xiumin)

Hard dom. He has rules in place and expects you to follow them. And while he’s sweet outside of the bedroom, during scenes he loves degrading you. He’s also a huge fan of teasing and sometimes he’ll just tease you with light touches (sometimes even with a feather) for hours until you get desperate enough. But if you dare to show your impatience by being a brat, he’ll scold you and either prolong your suffering or give you exactly what you wanted but tenfold until it’s almost too much. Cleanliness and tidiness are also very important to him so I feel like he would make you fold your clothes after undressing and be very adamant about cleaning you up afterwards.

Junmyeon (Suho)

Dom. Honestly ultimate daddy dom. Everything he does is to make you feel good. Whether that is making sure you eat and sleep enough or giving you what you need in the bedroom. He will absolutely spoil you in all aspects of life but in return he expects you to follow the rules you agreed on. And while he is sweet, he’s also very strict when it comes to the rules so you better not break them or he will put you over his knees and make you count.

Yixing (Lay)

Hard dom. Have you seen what he’s like when he’s working? All focused and hot? That’s how I imagine him as a dom. He’s more of a "master" type, especially during punishments. During scenes he acts cold and sometimes even angry with you. He doesn’t smile and when he does, that is absolutely not a good sign since it usually means he will edge or overstimulate you to heaven and back. But during aftercare he does a 180 and becomes very nurturing and caring. 

Baekhyun

Dom. He’s an experimentalist and probably the kinkiest out of the bunch. I absolutely see him owning a toy box with all kinds of stuff in there (mostly for you). He definitely enjoys giving directions and is generally very vocal about what he wants you to do (are we surprised). He will also tease you relentlessly, both verbally and physically - he’ll call you all kinds of degrading names (usually mixed with praise, like “my pretty little whore”) and first edge you until you beg him to let you cum and then overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Will definitely play innocent after as if he just didn’t take your body apart at the seems. 

Chanyeol

Soft dom. I feel like unless you either fuck up or specifically ask him to be rough, he’ll generally be sweeter and less strict. That doesn’t mean he won’t tease the hell out of you though. He knows you love his hands and he’ll absolutely use that against you. Whether it’s with light touches anywhere but where you actually need him or by giving you orgasm after orgasm with only his fingers because “if you like my hands so much, surely you don’t need my cock” (bastard). But just because he isn’t usually rough with you (both verbally and physically), doesn’t mean you should underestimate him. Question his authority and he will put you in your place. 

Kyungsoo (D.O)

Dom. He’s a soft lover and that usually carries over into the bedroom. He loves spoiling you because he’s a simp at heart but he never lets you forget who’s in control when you’re doing a scene. He’s strict about you following the rules you two have established, and if you don’t, he will definitely make you pay for it. I also don't really see him as a toy guy? Like he has a vibrator and maybe one, two other things but he usually relies on his own body and the vibrator if he wants to make you squirm, something he generally enjoys but especially when he’s punishing you.

Jongin (Kai)

Soft dom. He will absolutely do anything to make you happy and praise non-stop (read: simp - affectionately). Buys you pretty lingerie but he’s too impatient to take it off before fucking you so he usually fucks you with it on. What he does have the patience for though is worshipping every part of your body. He almost has too much patience for that though, so you often end up whining for him to hurry up, which more often than not leads to him shushing you and pushing his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. 

Sehun

Dom. He’s a sweet guy and can absolutely be down for a more light-hearted dynamic with jokes and teasing but once he's in dom mode, he changes. He’s firm and expects you to obey but he also rewards you for listening with praise. I feel like he’s surprisingly vocal during sex. He tells you what he's going to do, what he expects of you, and he wants you to respond too, no matter how fucked out you are. It just brings him great enjoyment to see you struggle to form the words he wants to hear because lbr, he’s a brat even when he doms. 

[vivalas-vega]

into you / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

heyooooo -- this is a request I’m excited to finally get out! as always my requests are open and let me know what you think!

into you / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

request: you can find that here!

word count: 2.3k

warnings: drinking, angst, miscommunication

You stood off to the side of the hangar after touching back down on the ground overlooking Jake and Phoenix as they laughed and talked about the training exercise, feeling your stomach twist in dread as you did. Phoenix looked ethereal, just as she always did, with the setting San Diego illuminating her profile and a smile bright enough to blind you… you couldn’t even be disappointed, of course the Navy’s two most beautiful pilots would just gravitate towards each other.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Rooster asked suddenly from beside you and you jumped as you placed a hand over your heart, looking around to try and see where the hell he might have come from.

“Can you like… announce yourself?” you asked, pulling yourself away from watching your heartbreak in real time to instead busy yourself with heading towards the locker rooms and of course Rooster was hot on your tail. 

“I said your name three times,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes. “Seemed to be staring awfully intensely there… which one is it?”

“What are you talking about?” you tried to deflect, pushing the doors open and grabbing your civilian clothes from your locker as he leaned against the one beside yours. 

“I’ve been watching you watching them for a few weeks now but what I haven’t been able to observe is which one actually has your attention… unless it’s both?” he asked, genuinely curious as you let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Roo,” you said and he just smirked at you.

“Sure sure,” he finally decided after a moment of pondering his response, “you coming to the bar?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there,” you said with a soft smile as you unzipped your flight suit and Rooster took that as his cue to leave. You were terrified that he had been the one to pick up on it, you loved Rooster with your whole heart but you had never pegged him as the observant type, or one to even care enough to try and put the pieces together. Your only saving grace was that he hadn’t yet deduced who had captured your affections and you intended to keep it that way.

Jake had snuck up on you… when you all first got recalled you hadn’t thought much of him, other than he was a bit of an arrogant ass but the energy had shifted when he all but ran after Rooster and Maverick to save them from sudden death… when you learned you were going to be a permanent squad after Admiral Simpson had decided you all worked impeccably well together (after an adjustment period) it seemed his attitude change wasn’t just a phase. Sure, he was still a bit of an ass sometimes, but it was more endearing than it was before. You found yourself looking forward to his banter, and looking forward to the moments the two of you spent alone while everyone else was preoccupied at the bar. 

You’d started to learn more about him… his family, his upbringing, why he joined the Navy and he learned all the same about you. You’d call him a genuine friend, and one of your closest at that but somewhere along the way you found your stolen glances lingering, wanting to soak up as much of that smile or the way he commanded a room as you could and suddenly you were falling headfirst for Jake Seresin. Something you had never imagined you would do… but you had resorted to silent pining and longing stares because he seemed to focus his affection towards Phoenix. Over the past few weeks you’d noticed the two of them growing closer, something you were happy about considering other than Rooster those two had the most ground to make up, but you had this sinking feeling that it was more than mending fences. Each time you saw them laughing together or stealing looks across the ready room, clearly chuckling at some silent inside joke you couldn’t make any sense of you felt your heart ache in a way you’d never experienced before. 

“There she is! Kiddo, come rack ‘em!” Jake called out to you as you entered the Hard Deck and you couldn’t tell if his eyes raked down your form, clad in a sundress, or if you were simply going crazy and creating things that were never there. Your chest felt tight at the nickname he’d bestowed upon you… you knew it was a term of endearment, and that nothing negative was meant by it, you were simply just the youngest on the team but it made you feel rather juvenile every time he said it.

“Start without me, I need a drink,” you responded, waving him off as you approached Penny. 

“What’s the mood tonight? Beer or something stronger?” she asked and you gave her a smile.

“How about both?” you responded and she nodded, setting a shot in front of you as well as a fresh bottle of beer. You took the shot quickly and forgoed using the lime in favor of dropping it down the neck of your beer as you turned to walk towards the pool table, trying not to have a reaction to Phoenix and Jake going head to head. You decided to hang back, sitting in one of the stools beside Bob and giving him a mischievous smile when you reached your hand over to snag some of his peanuts. 

“Ma’am, that is theft,” he teased and you chuckled.

“Sharing is caring, Bobby,” you responded as you grabbed a few more and he didn’t put up a fight. You knew you were being more reserved than usual, you weren’t known for hanging off to the side or not forcing yourself into the limelight, and you knew everyone was picking up on it but you’d hoped no one would say anything. You made small talk with Bob and Fanboy, contributing the bare minimum to actually be considered a part of the conversation and you were doing everything in your power to avoid looking at the pool table. You had to get over this crush, it clearly wasn’t reciprocated and allowing yourself to give it anymore of your attention would only result in you feeling more hurt than you already did. It was time to nip it in the bud.

“You’re being more obvious now than you were before,” Rooster said, stepping into your bubble from behind and whispering in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine and you tried to ignore him as you let your dart fly towards the board, smirking when it landed dead center. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, lining up your second shot and being acutely aware of how close he still was.

“You couldn’t stop staring before, now you’ve barely spared them a second look… everyone knows you're off tonight and your avoidance is making the reason incredibly clear,” he replied and you shook your head as you threw your last dart. You turned your head slightly, taking a step forward when your face nearly collided with his to give him a questioning look before going to grab your darts from the board.

“Why are you so interested in this?” you asked as you wrote your score on the board and stepped aside to let Coyote take his turn. 

He shrugged, “things are slow, I like stirring the pot.”

“You’re insufferable,” you sighed, watching as Coyote secured his win against you and you begrudgingly gave him a high five. The dart board was where you were reigning champion, people gaining a victory over you was incredibly rare and you knew it was because your focus was elsewhere. 

“Incoming,” Rooster said suddenly, slipping away to get a fresh drink and you looked after him confused until suddenly your vision was clouded by Jake’s figure.

“Hey kiddo, what’s up?” he asked, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you over to the bar as well and you gave him a forced smile.

“Nothing new, you?” you replied and he gave you a strange look as he held up two fingers to Penny.

“That’s not what I meant, you seem different tonight.” 

“Just a long day, I guess,” you shrugged and he nodded but didn’t really buy it. 

“You sure that’s all it is?” he asked as he used his fingers to tilt your head towards him, forcing you to make eye contact and you gave a sharp nod.

“I’m fine, Jake,” you said, brushing off his contact, “I’m just going to go grab some air, thanks for the beer,” you said, grabbing the bottle and slipping through the crowd where you nearly stumbled out into the fresh air. You took in a deep breath, letting the smell of the ocean ground you as you chastised yourself for your behavior… he was just asking how you were, making sure you were okay, there was no reason to blow him off like that. You just couldn’t help it, you felt cornered and you were sure if he asked you again you were going to blurt out what you’d been trying so hard to tamp down.

“What is going on with you?” you heard from behind you and you jumped slightly as you turned to see Jake and you let out a sigh as you wiped a hand over your forehead. “Come on, kid, talk to me.”

“I’m not a kid,” you muttered and you felt embarrassed. You knew you were being indignant for no real reason. 

“You know that’s not what I- what’s wrong?” he asked, deciding to not let yourselves get sidetracked over something trivial.

“I told you, just a long day.” you tried but he was seeing right through you, he could tell just by looking at your eyes that there was something bothering you and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” you answered defensively, turning your attention back to the ocean as you leaned over the railing and he scoffed as he followed suit.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on. Did I do something?”

“I don’t need help, Jake.”

“I thought we were past this, since when do you not talk to me?” he pleaded and you did your best to avoid looking at him but you couldn’t help yourself and your resolve crumbled as soon as you met those green eyes. “What’s wrong?

“Since I-” you stopped for a moment, trying to come up with any plausible excuse or continuation of that sentence that wasn’t the truth but it just came flying out. “Everything’s wrong!” you nearly shouted and you didn’t miss the way he was taken aback. “Literally everything because I am so into you and you’re obviously into Phoenix which is great, but not so much for me at the moment. I’m handling it and I’m fine but I can’t really talk to you about that.”

“Wait what?” he asked, confusion clear on his face and you winced at the prospect of explaining yourself.

“I just… we don’t need to talk about it, Jake. I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied, turning your head back towards the water.

“No, I want to talk about it. Who the hell said I was into Phoenix?” he asked and this had your attention snapping back to him.

“You did, with your body language and the banter,” you said and you heard how stupid it was as it left your mouth and you watched him stifle a laugh. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he said and it came out rather patronizing, making your cheeks burn as you willed the tears to stay put until he was out of your sight. “Oh hey, no no no.” he said, noticing your eyes well up, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not into Phoenix.”

“You’re not?” you asked and he shook his head. 

“I’m into you,” he said, wrapping a hand around your forearm and pulling you away from the railing, closer to him. “I’ve been trying to tell you but I kept chickening out… Phoenix has actually been egging me on, telling me to just get it over with,” he said and your eyes widened. “I’ve liked you since the first day I met you but you’re too sweet, too good. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me,” he said with a shrug and you shook your head.

“I feel pretty stupid right now,” you chuckled. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me because you always call me kid.”

“It’s easier to pretend I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you if I call you kid instead of sweetheart.” He yanked you closer, pressing your body against his as his hands settled on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well, you don’t have to pretend anymore,” you said with a small smirk and his lips were on yours in an instant. You melted into him, letting him take the lead and you moaned softly when his tongue trailed along your bottom lip. You soaked up as much of this feeling as you could… his hands gripping your body, his tongue exploring your mouth, and the way your whole body tingles from head to toe before he pulled away to grin down at you.

“So, sweetheart… Can I take you on a date?” he asked hopefully and you nodded.

“Yeah, I would really like that… but I was also thinking you could take me home?” you asked with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows and he was quick to wrap his hand around yours and tug you to his car.

“I like the way you think.” 

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[joocomics]

ಬ why did you drink?

pairing: coworker!jiseok x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.2k

contains: light enemies to lovers trope, exhibitionism kink, non-idol au, alcohol consumption, oral (f!rec)

The worst thing that could happen is the bottle to point at you, and that’s exactly what happens. It seems that you can never hide from Kwak Jiseok.

Well, technically he didn’t do anything this time - it’s not his fault that the bottle stopped where it shouldn’t, unless he’s secretly gifted with a superpower you were not aware of, and he craved to get on your nerves even outside of work.

Nevertheless, you’re frustrated - with his smug smile, almost devilish sparkling eyes, plump lips that you keep seeing in your dreams.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to see this.” Seungmin, a mutual friend of yours, bursts out from the circle you were sitting in, but your friend bumps the guy’s shoulder to shut him up. He’s not intimidated by her warning though, and begins to chant at you and Jiseok to kiss.

Of course, everyone else starts to do the same.

You look at the shot sitting in front of you on the floor, then at Jiseok, then back at the shot again.

He keeps staring at you with a challenging expression, secretly enticed by how long it takes you to make a decision.

You pick up the glass and gulp the shot, scrunching your face. The group instantly hoots disappointingly at you.

“Damn, sorry dude.” Amused Seungmin pats Jiseok on the back while he on the other hand grins unbothered.

The next moment it gets worse.

When you see Jiseok turning to the girl on his left and kissing her with an open mouth, you wish there was a way the ground could open and swallow you whole. Your insides begin to burn from the sight of his hand on her cheek, and his tongue sliding between her lips; it burns just the same as when your throat was inflamed by the alcohol seconds ago, but everywhere. And although you know you shouldn’t give in to the emotion, because there’s nothing between you and there never was, you still let it consume you.

Thankfully someone calls for a break, cause you’ve been playing for a while, and you manage to escape.

Jiseok pulls away from the kiss turning in the direction of your seat only to see that it’s empty, because you’re already headed alone towards the balcony.

“Go away,” you whine, turning back around to the night sky.

“What if I don’t?” Jiseok comes next to you and whistles at how high it is.

“I might push you and go to jail. Doesn’t sound too bad to be honest.”

“Why did you drink?” He asks still smirking at your comment.

“Why did you kiss her?”

“I asked first.”

It’s because you didn’t want your first kiss with him, if there ever was going to be one, to be during a lame drinking game with multiple eyes on you. You didn’t want it to be a dare. You wanted it to be intimate and more than anything - real.

“If I did you were just going to use it against me at some point…” you turn to him, raising a brow.

Jiseok nods thoughtfully, slowly shifting his fixated gaze away from your face.

“True,” he mutters, pressing his lips together.

You roll your eyes at him and relax your elbows on the railings. For a while you stay in silence, just gazing at the night sky. It was uncommon for you both to stay quiet for so long without picking up a fight, but surprisingly not uncomfortable.

“There are many stars tonight.” You think out loud, watching the sparkling dots.

Jiseok can’t be bothered looking at them right now. Not when your bare arm is almost touching his; or when your hair is moving hypnotizingly from the wind, exposing the side profile of your face he learned to analyse almost each and every expression of. Well, mostly the angry ones, but they were even more irresistible.

“What if I want to?” The question drops from his tongue.

You turn to the side confused, but only to see him staring down in the distance.

“Want what?” You ask.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

You gulp nervously after he leans forward. His alcoholic breath is now sticking to your lips which are so close to his… But for some reason he doesn’t do anything to cut the miniature distance that’s separating them. He only brushes his features against yours, building up the tension between your bodies till it becomes insufferable.

“Do you…” you mutter into his slightly parted mouth. “Do you really want to?”

You hold your breath, feeling the bridge of his nose touching yours.

“Y/N, I want to do many things to you.” Jiseok says, gripping the steel railing behind you.

He relishes the way you lick over your lips after you hear his words; the way your hands slowly, but surely move forward to feel his shoulders.

“Just tell me if you want it too.” His lips lightly touch yours, but not in a kiss. Just a small fragile touch; enough to give you a small taste of what it could be.

You’ve dreamt about this for so long that it feels like you finally found the missing piece of a puzzle after with no hesitation you just go for it.

Jiseok brings you as close as possible by the waist, making your heart skip a beat. He’s completely focused on your sweet taste coming from your tongue that leaves him breathless. All of these months spent in fighting and competing over the most petty and trivial things made him crave you so much more, that now he became completely addicted to you just from one taste.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” Jiseok grunts after you slip another muffled moan into his mouth. “Don’t baby, you’re making me hard.”

He moves lower down your neck to bite on the surface. His teeth graze your skin, suck hungrily up and down creating pink and reddish marks he can enjoy the look of tomorrow when you see each other for your shift. His hands are busy gripping your ass obsessively with force that has your tight dress lifting up.

It’s like he wants to make it difficult for both of you.

How are you supposed not to moan? How is he supposed to stop?

Jiseok shoots a quick glance behind his shoulder. The door to the balcony is closed and no one can see anything from the curtains unless they decide to come look for you.

He moves your skirt up to your tummy and slips your panties down. The chilly breeze brushes the area between your legs bringing you goosebumps, but Jiseok doesn’t waste time, and quickly warms you up by running his tongue between your folds. He laps your slickness creating a mess on his face and buries his mouth as much as possible when you lift one leg giving him bigger exposure to your heat.

“Can’t help it, baby, I need to taste you.” His voice finds you in the dark with a hint of desperation. “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

His palms crawl up your thighs just like they always did in his fantasies - the ones he created in his mind during the long hours of his shift.

You throw your head back holding tightly on the cold steel, as his quick tongue concentrates on your sweet spot making all the frustrations you went through together totally worth it.

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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x Autistic nonverbal daughter reader

Summary: Will is busy with Henry and Micheal so JJ brings in their 5 year old daughter to work, the little girl meets Hotch and instantly latches onto him which shocks everyone.

Yes another Autistic reader because I need this right now.

Third person pov...

JJ kisses her husband and sons as she gets ready to leave for the day. The blonde haired woman smiled at her boys. "I'll see you later okay?" She says getting a giggle from baby Micheal, a okay 'mama' from Henry and a smile from Will.

She smiles lovingly at her boys before looking around for her only daughter Y/N, the 5 year old was around somewhere, either playing with toys or watching her favourite show over and over again.

"Y/N!" She yells before remembering the little girl wouldn't respond to her name, Will looks at his wife. "I'll go find her" he says handing Michael to JJ before going off to find their Daughter.

It takes a few minutes to find the little girl before Will finds her in her favourite room in the house her room, the little girl had all her special Interests in her room, it was vastly decorated and made for the little girl.

Her room is where she feels most comfortable, Will watches from the doorway as his only daughter happily rocks back and forth while watching her favourite show. The man then casually sits next to her keep a bit of space between them and not touching her.

Him and JJ learnt early on that their daughter didn't like physical touch unless she wants it, they don't push it on her, they also Learnt that she could profile someone when she first meets them like she can tell if they are a good person or not, another thing that she is Nonverbal.

This means that some children who are Autistc choose not to speak, This doesn't mean that they can't or don't have a desire to communicate though. So little Y/N speaks with movements, writing things down or sign language.

Will taps on the carpet and gains the attention of his 5 year old, the girl looks up at him never meeting his eyes but she is listening to him. "It's time to go, Mama wants you" he says to her, the little girl smiles at him and stands up, he watches as she grabs one of her sensory toys.

The 5 year old H/C child then grabs her Dads hand and begins walking with him to the front door where JJ and her brothers were standing waiting fir her to show up, Michael starts giggling when he sees her, Henry jumps around excited and JJ watches with a smile as her daughter is holding her Husbands hand willingly.

"Ready to go sweetie" she says to her daughter, the little girl smiles at her mum and let's go of her dad hand. JJ and her wave bye before leaving and getting in the car, JJ helps her buckle in before handing the little girl her sensory toy ans little lunchbox woth her usual lunch in.

JJ then starts the car, the two were soon on their way to The BAU headquarters, Y/N was coming to JJs work because she couldn't leave her Husband alone with all three children it wasn't fair and she knew Y/N would enjoy going to JJs work place.

When they arrive JJ opens the door to Y/Ns side, she let her daughter choose I she wanted to be carried in or wall on her own. Surprisingly the little girl reached out for JJ, this made the blonde woman smile and excitedly pick up her daughter. "Ready?" She asks the 5 year old little Y/N grins at her and nods her head.

The two make their way into the building and quickly into the lift, JJ picked the BAU floor. "Now I have your headphones with me, and your sensory toys, if it gets to much come find me okay Honey" Says JJ to her daughter, the 5 year old looks up at her and signs 'yes mama'

JJ smiles "good girl" the elevator doors open and JJ walks into the bullpen, she spots Derek Morgan, Emily prentiss, Spencer Reid and David Rossi standing together. "Hey guys" she says to the others the Agents look over to her, all arw shocked to see the little girl in her arms.

"Who's this JJ?" Asks Emily as she looks at the adorable 5 year old, JJ smiles and bounces thr little girl in her arms. "This everyone is Y/N LaMontagne, My daughter" as she says this Spencer walks over to JJ and Y/N, the little girl makes repeatetive noises as she sees the man.

The little girl has the biggest smile on her face and signs 'Uncle Spencer' over and over as if she was screaming his name. "Heyy Y/N/N!" He laughs before holding the little girls hand letting her se eif she wants his touch.

The little girl wiggles and JJ let's her down once on the floor the 5 year old quickly runs to Spencer who kneels on the ground he let's the little girl touch hid face and hair, letting her feel the textures, a other thing Y/N loves fleeing different textures and on different people.

As the little girl and Dr bond JJ is interrogated by the others. Derek looks at her then at Y/N. "Well she doesn't look that old, so when did you have her?" He asks making JJ laugh. "Y/N is 5 years old, we never told anyone about her because we wanted to keep her safe and not overwhelmed by everyone" she explains to them.

Rossi smiles "she looks exactly like you" he says making the woman smile. "I'm glad" she says. The three watch as the little girl rocks back and worth on her feet and hands flapping excitedly as Spencer talks to her about something random.

Emily notices this and looks to JJ. "She Autistic?" JJ isn't surprised that she finds out, the blonde smiles at her friend. "Yes she is, we recognises the signs when she was 4 but she always had been, thanks to Spence we know last about m having a child who is autistic" she says making Derek smile at her "Your good parents to her" he says.

The others then get on with their work, realising they had been wasting time, Spencer continues to entertain Y/N at his desk.

Time skip...

It had been a few hours since Y/N had turned up with JJ and she was doing incredibly well being around so many people, the little girl soon git bored of sitting and watching her mum and friends work, the 5 year old gets down from her chair and wlaks out of her mums office.

The 5 year old walks around the bullpen and sees a sign on a office it read. 'Aaron Hotchner' the girl had heard the name before her parents spoke of a 'Hotch' alot, the 5 year old then walks over to the office and pushes the door open.

She looks around before walking in the office, she sees shelfs fill of many books, and many case files stacked up on a desk, she then saw a man leaning over and writing in one, silently the girl walks over to him and wayche shis facial expressions change.

She watches him fir a couple seconds before tapping his leg, the man's head shot up he looked around for the thing that tapped him. He then looked down and saw the little girl.

Y/N saw his eyebrow raise in confusion before she gave him a smile and started to make her way up trying to climb him, The still confused man helped the little girl up and she sat happily in his lap.

"Who are you?" He asks her, the girl taps his hand and writes her name on his palm, the man instantly realises she didn't talk and let her communicate with him via writing or sign language.

"So your JJs daughter" he says gaining a nod from the child sat in his lap, he was surprised when she got comfortable in his lap only jsut meeting him.

After a few hours the little girl eventually falls asleep which allows Hotch to stand up and carry her out off his office and into the bullpen where he saw JJ rushing around like a maniac worrying about her daughter.

The man saw his other Agents doing the same thing, looking under tables for the girl, even rossi was voluntary on his knees. "Is this who you are looking for Agents" he yelled over the noise not loud enough to wake the child in his arms but loud enough to be heard.

The intimidating man watches as JJ cries tears of relief as she sees her daughter asleep his her bosses arms. "I can't believe she warmed up to you so well Hotch" Says the mother taking the child into her arms.

Hotch let a small smile escape his mouth. "She must be a good judge of character then, she's my make an amazing profiler" he said making the woman laugh. "I know she will" she whispers carrying her daughter out of the building and back home after a long day.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for JJ, as always sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

This took me a while to think off.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1601

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When The Girls Talk Boys | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

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Words: 2.051

*** BOYS ***

She was beautiful. Everything was beautiful about her. The way her eyes lit up as she talked to JJ and Emily, and how her lips always curled up into this adorable pout-smile she always did when someone said something a little too inappropriate for work. 

Watching her from across the bullpen had been my favorite thing to do ever since I met her. The first few days, that was all I did. I just watched her from across my desk or as she made herself a cup of coffee. Even when we were in the field, all I could really do was list off any and all facts I knew about whatever was happening. I couldn’t bring myself to actually talk to her as I would get too nervous. 

That was until she asked me to go see a screening of Alien Girl, without subtitles. I think that might’ve been the moment I fell in love with her, but I didn’t quite know it back then. One cinema date turned into two, turned into three, turned into dinner dates and after-work drinks or pre-work coffees and breakfast. After two weeks of going out on casual dates, I had finally dared to kiss her. 

Knowing fraternizing between co-workers is strictly prohibited, the two of us had decided to keep it under wraps. From then on, we had been strictly professional when we were at work, however, the second we were alone, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. Every night, she and I found ourselves, kissing and touching like no one else. 

Every day, I fell more and more for  her. 

“You have been awfully chipper lately, pretty boy,” said Derek, capturing my attention. 

I shrugged, returning to my file as though I hadn’t been staring at my co-worker for the past ten minutes. “Eh, it’s the sun,” I dismissed him, not wanting to attract any more attention than I already have. “The beautiful weather we’ve been having lately tends to boost serotonin levels. It improves your sleep, synchronizes your biological clock and lowers stress levels.” 

While I was ranting off factoids, Rossi joined the conversation. “I think it sounds more like there’s a woman in your life,” he suggested whilst dropping another file on my desk. 

Rossi and Morgan both tilted their heads and raised their eyebrows, neither of them really believing anything I was telling them unless it involved a woman. Of course, they were right, but I couldn’t tell them that. 

“Who is she?” Morgan asked, noticing my faltering. 

Sighing, I shut the file on my desk and turned to my co-workers. “Fine, there is someone,” I told them honestly, capturing their attention, along with my boss’. “She’s… just amazing… You know how someone can just take your breath away with one look?” Morgan, Rossi and Hotch all nodded their heads slowly. “I don’t really understand it, to be fair… It’s-It’s just… I don’t know.” 

“Well, that’s a first,” Rossi chuckled. 

“So, who is this woman?” Morgan wanted to know. 

I fought my instinct to look right at her. If I did, they would most definitely figure it out. They were the best profilers after all. So, instead, I grimaced and turned back to my file. “I-I can’t tell you… It’s kinda new so I kinda want to keep it to myself for now. Don’t wanna jinx anything.” 

All three of my co-workers chuckled as they patted my shoulder or simply shook their heads as they left me alone to get back to work. As I let my own words simmer in my mind, I looked up to find her already looking at me with that gorgeous smile on her face. 

It did make me wonder if she, herself, talked about me the way I just talked about her. 

***GIRLS***

Watching Spencer from across the room was one of my favorite things to do. I just loved how he furrowed his brows in concentration or how his tongue would poke out as he wrote something down. I hated not being able to touch or kiss him whenever we were at work. But I also did know that this was for the best. 

“You’re daydreaming,” Emily pointed out, capturing my attention. 

I let out a chuckle. “Yeah, a bit tired, I suppose.” It wasn’t a lie. Last night, Spencer and I spent a lot of time together, cuddled up in bed, just talking. And kissing. And touching. All things we couldn’t do when other people were around. 

“Ooh, who kept you up last night?” JJ questioned, having heard part of the conversation. There was a teasing in her tone that I had used on her myself whenever I would ask about Will when they first started going out and I was the only one who knew. 

Shrugging, I turned away from the girls, ignoring the way my cheeks were heating up. “No one– it’s…” I couldn’t lie to them anymore. I had to say something. Something that would get them off my back, something that would allow me to gush about Spencer without them knowing who I was talking about. “It’s kinda new, so I don’t wanna jinx it…” 

“We got a new lover alert?!” Penelope exclaimed as she passed my desk, catching onto my last words. “Tell me everything!” 

I fought the urge to glance across the bullpen towards Spencer, who was talking to Morgan, Rossi and Hotch. No one was supposed to know about us. No one could know how we’d gone on several dates and how we’d kiss and touch each other in ways that weren’t very appropriate at work. 

“I–” I inhaled a sharp breath, thinking about what to tell them and how to tell them. “He’s a sweetheart, you know? He’s a gentleman…” I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from continuing, but then did anyway. “In and outside of the bedroom.” 

The girls all gasped in surprise. “Y/N!” Penelope exclaimed, capturing Spencer’s attention. I locked eyes with him for a split second, which wasn’t enough to alert any of the girls. 

“He’s all I’ve ever wanted and I think…” I pressed my lips together. There was no way I could ever admit to what I’m truly feeling for my co-worker. “I think I might be falling in love with him.” 

The girls’ jaws dropped while their eyes widened. Their reaction sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, forcing me to hide my face in my hands. I couldn’t believe I was admitting all of this to my co-workers during work hours, even. 

“Oh my God!” Penelope cooed, holding her hands to her heart. 

“What’s going on?” Morgan asked as he joined, hearing his favorite girl’s exclaims. 

“Our little Girl Wonder is in love!” she shouted loud enough for everyone in the bullpen to hear, including Spencer. 

Morgan’s eyebrows raised. “Are you now? Who’s the lucky fella?” 

Shrugging, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s–I’m… It’s kinda new. Don’t wanna jinx anything.” 

Something shifted in Morgan’s facial features, like puzzle pieces fell into place. Rather confused, his eyes flitted from me to Spencer and back. “You… You’re in a new relationship?” he asked me, to which I nodded very slowly as I was trying to grasp onto what he figured out. “And so did you…” he pointed at Spencer. 

My eyes widened ever so slightly as they flicked towards Spencer, my lips pressed together tightly. “Y-yeah,” Spencer responded nervously. “Can happen, right? I-it’s a coincidence…” 

Morgan hummed suspiciously while Emily narrowed her eyes as well. “But it’s not a coincidence how you’ve both been staring at each other since you guys entered the office…” 

Exchanging quick glances, Spencer wordlessly told me he wanted to tell them and while I agreed, I also didn’t want them to win. But I also knew I wasn’t going to win against my co-workers. They were the best at what they did after all. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told them, shaking my head and crossing my arms. 

“Oh, come on, y/n!” JJ whined, followed by a chuckle. “You’re in love with him!” 

My eyes landed on Spencer again as his eyes softened and his lips curled up into a smile. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, ignoring everyone else around us and the fact that I was still trying to dismiss their suspicions. 

“I–” I tried to get myself out with some little white lie, but looking into Spencer’s honeycomb eyes, my insides completely melted and my walls came crashing down. “Yes,” I squeaked. 

The most beautiful smile tugged Spencer’s lips upwards and I couldn’t help but mirror said smile. Albeit the setting wasn't’ the most romantic, the moment felt kind of sweet. 

“Nawwww!” JJ, Emily and Penelope called out. 

I rolled my eyes at them, though I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “This is kinda awkward.” 

“Is it, though?” Spencer asked as he took a step closer towards me. He was quick to grab my hands and pull me up to my feet. 

Chuckling, I looked up at him. “It is when you don’t say it back, honey,” I whispered, scrunching my nose. 

“I’m in love with you, too, baby.” 

A wide smile spread across my cheeks as I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him deeply. The shivers the feeling sent down my spine caused me to forget about everyone else around us. It wasn’t until I pulled back from him and Hotch spoke up that I realized where we were. 

“I’m gonna need to see you two in my office,” he said sternly, though the ghost of his smile still resided on his face. 

Sighing, we smiled at each other before following Hotch to his office. I didn’t let go of Spencer’s hand until we reached the office. The two of us listened to what Hotch had to say and filled out the forms he needed us to. Once we were done in the office, Spencer and I exited and made our way to the breakroom. 

“Are you okay with everyone knowing?” Spencer asked when he shut the door while I started making us some coffee. 

I smiled up at him. “Yeah, it feels freeing, kind of? Means I can just talk to the girls about you without having to hide who you are.” 

Tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants, Spencer made a beeline towards me. “You talk to the girls about me?” he asked, a slight pink tinting his cheeks. I simply hummed as I grabbed at his sweater to pull him closer. “What do you tell them?” 

“That you’re a sweetheart,” I replied and kissed his cheek. “That you’re a freak in bed,” I kissed his jaw with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face. “That you’re my lover.” I kissed his nose. “And that you’re all I need.” I finished my answer with a kiss to his lips. 

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this at work,” he mumbled but leaned in again for another kiss anyway. 

A knock on the door startled the both of them into releasing one another. Morgan peeked his head inside. “All right, lovebirds, Hotch wants us all in the briefing room.” 

Nodding our heads, Spencer and I walked out of the breakroom together and joined the rest around the round table. Spencer kissed my knuckles before taking a seat, allowing me to take one on the other side of the table. It was better for us to sit apart, anyway. At least then, we could refrain ourselves from constantly touching each other. It had been our way of keeping us a secret for so long. 

We had been able to go without anyone finding out for longer than I had anticipated. But with our co-workers knowing, it felt as though a weight had fallen off my shoulders. I loved Spencer and I loved how everything we did was ours without anyone knowing. But having it out into the world, I didn’t have to be careful with every glance, every touch or what I wanted to say to him. 

From now on, I could say what I wanted to him, I could hug him if I needed it without any suspicion. 

From now on, I could love him openly and loudly. 

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[april015]

More than Expected - S.R.

Pairing: Spencer x Bau!Reader

Word Count - 1.05K

A/N - this is my first time posting on Tumblr. Hope this isn't too long for you guys. And don't be afraid to request something cause I want some ideas :)

For as long as you’ve been at the BAU, you would’ve thought that the feelings you felt for this man would go noticed. By someone. Anyone. It’s been years. The feeling of hopelessness beginning to eat at you. With such a great team of profilers, it’s hard to imagine that not a single one of them has caught on. Not even the doctor himself.  

“I need a drink. Anyone else?” Morgan asks as he begins to get up from the couch. A few accept the offer while others decline.  

While the others continue their conversation, you can’t help but steal multiple glances at Spencer who was sitting next to you. You always found it odd how he would always sit next to you but would stay too quiet for his usual self. You get lost in your thoughts and begin to imagine various scenarios where you confess your feelings for him. Some of those ending horribly and others ending with a passionate kiss or even a hug. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when a soft voice calls out to you. Repeating your name several times before successfully grabbing your attention. 

“What’d you say?”  

“I asked if you were ok.”  

God that look. That look had the same effect on you as the hot blazing sun has on ice cream. It made you want to melt. Melt into him. Maybe it was nonsense. Maybe not. 

“Oh, yea I'm ok.”  

“You were pretty deep into your thoughts, are you sure?” You nodded back to him in response to his question. He cared so much. It almost hurt. You couldn’t think of him like that. It was incredibly unprofessional. You couldn’t cross that line. Or maybe you could. No. Unless....  

“Hey. Could I talk to you for a minute Emily?”  

You both walk out to your room. You wanted somebody to know. Anybody. Since you were hosting this little get together, your room was only a couple steps away. You swiftly closed the door behind you. You look at her to see a confused and worried look.  

“Ok so. Imma just say it cause there’s really no other way of going around it. You can’t judge me. You know what. Never mind. I shouldn’t be thinking about any of thi-”  

“Spill. Now.”  

“I have feelings for Spencer.” Wow. Just like that. Really? You didn’t even get a chance to think to yourself, but here you are. Spilling everything to Emily. There was a moment of silence before she responded.  

“I hate to break it to you, but we all already know. Except for Spencer. God you both are so oblivious. Makes me wonder how you two manage to be such great profilers.”  

“Seriously? I thought I was being discreet.”  

“Far from it. Listen. I thought you two were going to figure this out on your own, but apparently not. He likes you. You like him. Tell him.”  

“No, he doesn’t. You don’t have to try to make me feel better. I just don’t know what to do.” You want to believe Emily. You really do. But you also do not want to get your hopes up.  

“Have you not noticed the way he is around you? On the plane, at the bullpen, in the conference room, here, he always chooses to sit next to you. He gets all quiet instead of his usual rambles. Just talk to him. One on one and you’ll see what we all have been seeing for so long.” She walks out with a comforting smile. If only there was a way to know what Spencer was thinking about you. Maybe you should just say Fuck it and go talk to him.  

You sat back into your spot. Your knee touching his. Shoulder and shoulder. Thigh and thigh. Arm and arm. You were testing out the waters. Wanting to know if he would move away from you or not. You saw Emily and JJ shooting you knowing glances. Almost telling you to just say something to him.  

While you were busy talking to Emily and JJ through looks, you didn’t notice the looks Derek had been giving Spencer. All of which were not discreet and were telling him to do the same and go talk to you.  

“I need some fresh air.” You say while getting up. You went out to the balcony. Admiring the city and its views. Give or take 5 minutes when you hear the door being slid open. You didn’t bother looking to see who it was.  

“Mind if I join?”  

It was Spencer. He took a similar position as you did. Leaning against the railing of the balcony. You give him a smile that lets him know you were perfectly fine with him being there. If anything, you were more than fine with it.  

“Feels like we haven’t had a conversation in a long time. Even though I’m aware that we talk on a regular basis.” You let out a sigh before responding to him. Not sure of what to say.  

“Hmm. Yea. You’re so uncharacteristically quiet around me. Wasn’t sure you did want to talk.”  

“It’s not by choice.”  

You look at him. Confused.  

“What do you mean by that Spencer?”  

“You make it almost impossible to speak. Feels like a lump in my throat when I’m around you.”  

“I’m not sure if you mean that as a good thing or not.”  

“I want to talk to you. I really do, but...” There was a long pause. Tenstion surrounding the both of you  

“I guess what I'm getting at is that I like you. A lot more than I expected to.” There was silence. Nothing was said for a moment. You were enjoying it. However, Spencer was beginning to worry that he had said all the wrong things. Before he could take back his word or apologize you smiled. Instead of saying anything you kissed him. 

You quickly pulled away when you heard a couple woos and “about time!” from the team inside. Ew. You forgot the doors were made of glass. You opted for a hug since you didn’t want to worry about the big deal your team would make.  

“I’m never doing anything remotely PDA in front of them ever again. What an odd group of people,” you said as you went back inside with Spencer close behind you.  

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Smarter Than He Realized

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 Spencer has been trying to his his crush on the new girl on the team, but after a seemingly innocent interaction he’s caught by a fellow profiler.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

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“Y/n, how do you have the patience to do those?” Morgan asks.

We’re sitting on the jet headed back to Quantico. We all have little routines on the way home: Rossi always takes a nap (doesn’t matter the time of day), JJ makes her calls to her family, Hotch calls Jack and then finds a file to read, Blake normally plans for her next lecture, I read a book or two (depending on how long the flight is), y/n works in her Sudoku book, and Morgan interrupts everyone else’s routine (unless he’s sleeping).

I glance over towards y/n, but only for a second. In such a close proximity to profileres it’s been really difficult concealing my crush on her, but I’ve been successful for the past few months. I always time my glances at her, taking in account who is around and how much they are observing.

She normally has a new Sudoku book every two weeks, but she’s still working on the same one. I noticed the cover didn’t say ‘extreme’ like it normally does.

“Leave her alone,” Hotch protects her.

She’s been on the team for half a year now and the most I’ve ever heard her speak is when we’re working a case. No one knows anything about her that you can’t read from her file and even though it’s an unspoken rule that we don’t profile each other, we couldn’t profile her even if we wanted. And I want to, I really do.

I’ve read her file a dozen times trying to read into her background, but even on paper she’s evasive. The only thing in her file are her previous addresses, where she attended school, and her scores for the FBI entrance exams (which were way above average).

She’s beautiful, but that’s obvious, at least to me. It’s her hair that entrances me most: her hair is almost always in a braid in some way, a different series of knots day to day.

But I didn’t truly notice her until three months ago. Most of the team was out working on preparing witnesses, leaving her and I the only members of the BAU in the bullpen. I went to get some coffee and the door was opened slightly so I could hear the conversation: one of the FBI clerical workers was speaking to her.

I didn’t recognize her voice as her own at first because she was angry.

“You don’t even know him,” was the first line of the tense conversation I heard.

“I’m just saying, how does anyone take him seriously? He wears sweater vests, for god’s sake. He looks like a thirty year old virgin!” the male worker had said. My stomach dropped realizing he was gossiping about me. But the sinking feeling was soon replaced with y/n’s next response.

“Spencer has the greatest mind in the FBI and we’re lucky to have him on our team. Plus, I think his sweater vests suit him, he fills them out just fine.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you mad, it was just a comment,” the man retreats.

“Spencer would take a bullet for anyone on our team, probably for anyone in this whole building, including you. So I suggest you keep your comments to yourself,” she ends the conversation before opening the door fully and turning around.

She made eye contact with me, realizing I had to have heard at least part of the conversation. I nodded and she nodded too. She handed me the coffee in her hands and touched my shoulder before finding her desk.

The case we just finished was a tough one emotionally, but we were able to catch the sexual sadist. During however, I had to explain the names and purpose of too many sexual abuse objects. I’ve never seen y/n so uncomfortable.

Hotch was right in telling Morgan to leave her alone, she needed time to process.

“Hey Reid,” she says quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking. I thought I would grow out of these voice breaks, but it seems to be a part of who I am now.

“Can you help me with a few of these?” she asks, holding up her book.

I nod and cross the aisle so I’m sitting beside her. She smells like sugared cranberries.

“I only want one number for each of these five puzzles. I’ve been trying to get these for way too long and they don’t have an answer sheet in the back,” she tells me.

She’s never spoken a complete sentence to me outside of a case.

I glance at the first one and find myself stumped too. Frustrated, I grab the book from her hands and look closer.

“Oh,” she realizes. She grabs the book from my hands, and I can feel how soft they are in the short exchange. “There’s an error in the print,” she mumbles. 

She scribbles out the printed numbers and rewrites them in the box to their right.

This is what she adds to the team and why my crush on her grows each day: she’s intelligent and sees things we don’t realize we could look for.

I smile to myself for a split second after our reaction. When I look up I make direct eye contact with Morgan. He smirks, seeing what I have been trying to hide since I meet y/n: a crush.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Cold Comfort: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: You meet another psychic on a case that doesn’t want to work with you, and everyone’s faith is tested on exactly what you can do.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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The DNA results came back from the swabs the teams took of potential suspects, but nothing came back. Your guy is still out there until you catch him.

Detective Fullwood brings you to his office to speak to you privately.

"I want to believe in this. I want to have faith. Please tell me you can get something off this wig."

He hands over the wig the ME gave you and Hotch for testing.

"It doesn't quite work like that. This wig isn't going to help because Ivan isn't the killer. The only thing I'm going to get off this is that Ivan is sick. He should be arrested for the things he's done, but he isn't the killer." There is loud commotion coming from the lobby, and you see Ivan escorted by police with handcuffs on his wrists. "You don't have faith and you don't really believe me. You went and arrested Ivan anyway. How arrogant can you truly be?"

Rossi and Hotch walk into his office with angry looks on their faces.

"So, you went ahead and arrested him?"

"He was trying to cross the border into Vancouver."

"Are you going to charge him?"

"I will if he confesses. Failing that, we'll hold him so he can't skip town while we're waiting for his DNA results."

Ivan is taken to an interrogation room for questioning that Ron needs to be part of. He and Emily take the lead on this one while everyone else watches from the room right outside.

"Why don't you tell me about this?" Ron slides the wig closer to Ivan.

"It looks like a wig."

"That is a magic wig. It changes the identity of the dead."

"What?"

"Well, I thought that's why you were putting it on the bodies at the morgue. It makes the fantasy more real. Who were you trying to turn them into?"

Ivan doesn't answer.

"I have worked some sick cases with rapists, pedophiles--"

"I hope you're not grouping me with those people," Ivan cuts Ron off.

"You may be the sickest of them all."

"Sick or not, many would argue it's a victimless crime."

"What's victimless about Lynette Hagen?"

"Who?"

"Melissa Claire?"

"I don't know who these women are. You have the wrong--"

"Necrophile?" Ron finishes for him.

He's really starting to get on your nerves, and you let it show.

"What, you think I'm the only guy in town who likes to crack open a cold one?"

"Where is Brooke Lombardini?"

"I don't know who that is. I don't kill people."

"These profilers say our killer is trying to turn these girls into a loved one like a wife or a mom. Is your mother a blonde, Ivan?" Ron asks.

"That's disgusting. The wig isn't even the important part. For me, it's the shoes. They're a very special pair."

"What's special about them?"

"The woman who walked in them. Sunny Raines."

"The weather girl? She was a local celebrity killed in a car accident a couple of years ago," Ron says to Emily.

"A friend of mine was working when she came in. He knew I was a fan. He stole her shoes for me. The wig just completed the look, but the shoes are a genuine article. That's what makes it real," he sighs.

Spencer leaves the room, and you turn to Rossi with your arms crossed.

"He didn't do it. He never touched our victims."

"How do you know?"

"When I look at a killer, all I see are their victims and their victim's energies because, for them, that's their anchor. That person is what's tying them to people like me. When I look at Ivan, all I see is what he's done but they're not alive. He doesn't kill them. Brooke is alive because her mother is her anchor. Sandra's passionate about finding her daughter, and it's through her that I can feel Brooke is alive. The dead give off spiritual energy while the living gives off aura energy. I can't make you understand because you don't know; not truly."

"I believe you."

This time, he really does. While Emily and Ron talk to Ivan, the rest of you head over to Spencer to see what he's found.

"I found a genuine article about a grave robbery. I thought it was a simple theft, but a dress, a pair of diamond earrings, and a pair of pearl earrings were taken from the corpse."

"If our unsub is like Bakunas, then he needs the genuine articles from the true object of his affection to complete the fantasy."

"Exactly. This grave could belong to that woman."

Spencer calls Penelope to see who owns that grave.

"Let's see. Her name is Abigail Hansen. I got her obit from the Olympian. Abigail Reina Hansen died suddenly at twenty-six from myocarditis, a heart defect. I'm sending her passport photo now."

When the picture pops up, it suddenly makes so much sense. Abigail had short blonde hair--it's why the unsub cut his victim's hair.

"Garcia, what else can you tell us about her?"

"I can tell you that she was born in Amsterdam, she never married, and her employment records show her working for Patrick and Leona Gless from 1985 to her death in 1992."

"Can you get us an address for the Gless family? They might be the only ones who can tell us who Abigail was."

"Already sent."

You, Rossi, and Hotch head over to the Gless house immediately in hopes that they are willing to talk to you. It wouldn't be the first time a family knows about their family member's extracurricular activity. Brooke's energy is all over this house so much so that it's overwhelming.

"Did Garcia say what Mr. Gless does for a living?" Rossi asks.

"Failed artist."

You knock on the front door and wait for one of the owners to answer the door.

"Can I help you?" Leona asks.

"I'm Agent Y/N and they're Agents Hotchner and Rossi. We're with the FBI. Do you mind if we come inside and talk about Abigail Hansen?"

"Of course." She leads you inside and into the living room where her husband is. "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell me about Abigail?"

"I think about Abigail from time to time. She was such a nice girl. She was like one of the family."

"Was that why you paid for the funeral?"

"She didn't have anyone else. She was from Denmark," Patrick says.

"Holland, dear," Leona corrects.

"What kind of work did she do for you?"

"She was the caretaker, and there was some cooking and cleaning."

"Did she take care of the children?"

"Just the one--our son Roderick." Patrick grabs a picture from on top of a desk and hands it over to you. "This is the two of them together."

Abigail is much older than Roderick, but you know they were close. It's in the way he stands, how close he stands next to her, the smile on his face, and how happy he seemed. This is him, this is the unsub.

"They look close."

"She practically raised him," Leona says.

"I wouldn't go quite that far."

"No? What would you call it? Patrick likes to think he was a good father."

Patrick sighs and decides to move on from this.

"Why do you want to know about Abigail?"

"We believe that there may be a connection to some recent murders, maybe someone she knew. How old was your son when Abigail died?"

"Nine. We weren't here when it happened. We were on a cruise."

"Was Roderick here with Abigail when it happened?"

"Yeah," Leona sighs. "When we returned, we knew something was wrong. The smell was horrid. They were in his room on the floor. He was curled up next to her with her arms around him. It's how he got to sleep."

"How long had she been dead?"

"Two or three days. I didn't have the stomach for the details."

"Where is Roderick? We'd like to speak to him."

"If I knew where he was I'd be happy to tell you, but we haven't spoken in years. When he turned twenty-one, he dropped out of medical school and liquidated his trust fund. We knew he was troubled, but I had no idea he would ever hurt someone."

"They don't know for sure that he's--You don't know for sure," Patrick says nervously.

Now why would he be nervous? He knows more than he's letting on but it doesn't look like he will say anything more about it.

"When was your last communication?"

"We got a letter about a year ago."

Leona reaches into a drawer from the side table and produces a letter that's been torn open. It's as if she took the letter in and out multiple times.

"Can we borrow this?"

"You can have it. While you're at it, take this."

She also hands you the picture of Roderick and Abigail when they were younger. They won't say anything else about the matter, so you three take what they gave you and head back to the police station. On the way over there, you gave Penelope the job of looking into Roderick Gless since he's the number one suspect in this case. When you arrive, she's got all that you asked for.

"It's exactly how they said. Roderick's trust was emptied in March of '04. Half a million bucks."

"Where is he now?" Rossi asks.

"Sir, the thing is, he's gotta be using straight cash because there's no paper trail on him for the last four years. Nothing from the IRS or the DMV, and there's no property or utilities in his name.

"You can't find him?"

"I'm sorry," she sighs.

"You know, a half a million isn't what it used to be. With the way this unsub is accustomed to living, after four years, he would need to supplement his income."

"Anything between the lines, Reid?" Rossi asks Spencer who is studying the letter.

"Nothing that points to a specific location. He's basically saying he's happy and that should be enough for her. It's essentially a goodbye letter. It's only addressed to Leona."

"Why not his dad?"

"Maybe they didn't get along."

"No, that's not right," Rossi shakes his head and steps away with Pen on the line. "Garcia, I need you to check something else."

"So, basically, we got nothing."

"No, we don't have nothing. We have her," JJ says and looks at you. "Can you read it?"

"JJ," you sigh.

"Please?"

It doesn't work like that, but she needs you to do this. You sigh but take the letter to see if maybe you can get something off it. If Roderick wrote this, then his energy will be attached to it. You won't be able to see Brooke, but you might be able to pinpoint where Roderick is. You close your eyes and let the energy do the talking.

There's enough to paint a picture, and all you see are plastic medical strip curtains and a rocky shoreline like by a beach or something. There's no panic or anger within the letter because Roderick feels safe. It's not much, but that's all you're getting.

"It's not very specific," Hotch says when you tell them. "The earth is two-thirds water."

JJ looks for a picture of the Gless house which is on Mercer Island.

"Okay, this photo is from the Gless house which was taken on Mercer Island. That's a waterfront property. No one's lived there for ten years. It's abandoned, I checked. This could be where he's holding Brooke."

"Patrick is sending his son money," Rossi reveals when he comes back. "It's the reason Roderick never said goodbye to him in the letter. They never lost contact. That supplemental income you were asking about? This is it. Every six months, he gets a $50,000 wire."

"This is Western Union, though. There's no way to tell he's on the receiving end."

"I'm telling you, he's sending it to Roderick. If you'd seen his father, you'd know."

"He does have a point. I felt like he was hiding something from us. He got nervous and clammed up when he found out his son might be the murderer we're looking for."

"He's submissive in the marriage. He's probably sending it behind her back. I don't think Leona knew because I think he's a sad man trying to buy back his son's love."

"This is where Brooke's 911 call originated. Western Union is within the circle. Mercer Island isn't," Ron says.

"This is a waterfront property. There isn't any water around Western Union."

"JJ, we need to follow the facts," Hotch says.

Despite what JJ thinks, everyone gets ready to raid the place in Western Union. When you walk in, the first thing you're greeted with are the medical plastic strip curtains you saw when you touched the letter. Inside is Brooke lying on a hospital bed with her hair cut. Leaning over her is Roderick about to perform surgery to embalm her.

"FBI! Drop the weapon!" Derek yells.

Roderick tries to escape but Derek tackles him to the ground.

"Is she alive?" Ron asks.

Brooke moans in pain and rolls her head to the side, letting you know that she is alive and will eventually be okay.

"Paramedics!" Hotch yells. They come rushing in with equipment to take care of her. "He uses a barbiturate."

Now that they know exactly how to treat her, you know she is going to be okay. Rossi walks over to you with a skeptical look on his face. He still doesn't believe in what you can do, but he trusts you to always do your best to get the bad guy.

"There isn't any water or a rocky shoreline."

There are curtains on the windows to block out potential witnesses looking in and catching Roderick in the act, so you pull them to the side to look out the windows. Right there in front of you on a billboard is an ad with water and a rocky shoreline.

"It's not an exact science." Rossi is genuinely shocked about all this. "Why are you so against other psychics, Rossi? What harm are these people doing?"

"I asked the same question once. It was a kidnapping case in Georgia. We had nothing, time was running out, and there was a local woman known for her abilities. On her advice, we took the investigation in the wrong direction. The boy died."

"Children are pure and innocent, and I'd do anything to help them keep that part of them. Just know I'd never leave you astray because this is my passion. Helping people makes my abilities worth it. I see such awful things every day even when I go grocery shopping. There are victims everywhere with stories to tell, and they look to me to tell them. I see rapes, murders, robberies, suicides, and everything in between. I don't get a choice, Rossi, but the people I save do. They make it worth it."

"I wish I could see what you see so I can understand better."

"No, you don't," you whisper. "Just be glad you don't."

"For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible." - Stuart Chase

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Bringing in the New Year (300 Follower Special)

Hello and welcome to my 300 Follower Special~! 💖

Thank you to all my followers for checking out my blog and keeping up with my antics.

To celebrate, I'm gonna be writing up a storm for those who send in a request. The two event options available are: CC & Reader/OC/CC Scenarios, and OC Interactions.

The fandoms that I'm open to writing for during this event are: —Black Clover —Demon Slayer —My Hero Academia

And that's all. I... haven't been keeping up with JJK so I'm not confident about writing for the characters at the moment. And any other series that I am into, I'm not including.

Event Masterlist

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A Moment in Time (CC & Reader Scenarios)

Notes and Guidelines —There will be twenty (20) slots for this event option. —A prompt can be requested multiple times. —A character may be requested multiple times. —For reader scenarios, I will default to gender neutral unless otherwise requested. —I will aim to keep the scenarios between 500 and 1k words. —You can request fluff/general/angst/etc but I will likely lean towards fluff. —Regarding requesting a scenario with a specific OC, I ask that you include either a link to a profile or a basic rundown of the OC so I can get an understanding of them. —I will only write for one OC per individual. —If you make an OC request for A Moment in Time, you can still make a request for Intersecting Lives. —For romantic scenarios, I'm keeping it SFW. Please be mindful of that.

Non-romantic A1. “Were you just insulting me in your head?” “No…” A2. “If you don’t wake up, I’m going to pull a prank on you.” A3. “Have you ever (random action) before?” “(Yes/No).” “Funny, I got the exact opposite feeling about you.” A4. “When you ask ‘Do you mind?’ do you take ‘yes’ as a denial or approval of what you’re asking about?” “Before I answer that, why do you need to know?” A5. Taking all their past interactions up to that point into account, long story short: things would (not) be going in their favor that day. A6. “My normal confidence is gone! I may be a chess master but my opponent is a checkers master. And the game we’re playing is poker!” A7. They kept thinking and thinking, but they couldn’t come to a decision. They let out another sigh. A8. “I can’t help but notice there was a really awkward pause just now.” “No there wasn’t.” A9. “So… What kind of small talk would you prefer to break the silence?”

Platonic or Romantic (Please make sure to indicate whether you want the line used platonically [&] or romantically [x]. If I'm not given specification, I will opt for platonic.) B1. (Blank) was 99% sure—no 100% sure that they were doing it on purpose. B2. Looks like I’ll have to use my secret weapon: crocodile tears! In execution it’s more like puppy dog eyes, but still! B3. “If I tell you the real reason, can you promise you won’t be weirded out?” “Something tells me I’m gonna be weirded out regardless.” B4. “Can you quit pointing out my least favorite attributes? You’re ruining the touching moment.” B5. All the questions at the tip of their tongue disappeared. B6. Unexpected. Not unwanted, just unexpected. B7. They had summoned all their courage to say it, but the attempt ended in failure. Awkwardly, they averted their eyes.

Romantic C1. “They called me their partner! Hee hee! I’m so excited!” C2. Their pouty face was so unbearably adorable, (Blank) couldn’t help but swoon a little. C3. Once (Blank 1) lifted (Blank 2)’s head and placed it on their lap, they snapped back to reality. C4. “You’re so adorable.” “That’s not gonna work on me.” But on the inside, it was totally working. C5. “So, now that you’ve agreed to take me out on a date, what day are you available?” C6. “What are you laughing about?” “I’m just happy to hear that you love me.” C7. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.” C8. “It’s easy to look your best for someone who loves you.” C9. “It would be selfish of me to want to be with you, right?”

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Intersecting Lives (OC Interactions)

Notes and Guidelines —There will be six (6) slots for this option. —Here are my OC Profiles in case anyone has forgotten my ocs./lh+j —I will only have an OC be interacted with once. First come, first serve. —One request per individual. —If you make an OC request for Intersecting Lives, you can still make an OC request for A Moment in Time. —Like with the scenarios, please provide info about an OC. —Crossovers are fair game (if you have Black Clover OC and are interested in one my Demon Slayer OCs, I know how to bs my way into a crossover). —If you want to collaborate for this, I ask that you be willing to communicate through Tumblr dms or Discord.

Possible Interactions (these aren't exact prompts, just ideas of how OCs can interact) —OCs meeting for the first time —OCs having a disagreement —OCs being in on a secret —OCs helping each other with a problem —OCs talking about family

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Unfortunate Reunion Party Pt. 10

Yay finally posted part 10! I re-read some previous parts, and gosh.. so many typos I need to edit later...

Always talk to the cops when you have your lawyer next to you

Aaron Hotchner X BAU G.N. Reader

Warning: Angry reader, swearing

I wiped tears and my nose with my sleeve, still sniffling. With a crack of a smile, Aaron handed me his blue-black hankie.

“Don’t wipe it with the sleeves,” he said sternly. 

Every the father, I shrugged but grabbed his hankie. Even wiping, I inhaled Aaron’s scent on the hankie.

“How do you feel?”

“Still sad. But strange because I lost my memories like from movies.” I half opened my mouth and closed it, thinking about his weird behaviour of Edisis. Aaron patiently waited for me to talk. “He laughed.”

“Edisis?”

“Yeah. I know people move on after they lose their loved ones. But still, they’re hurt. But, Edisis was not. He really laughed -even if it was a little- and smiled, like he didn’t lose his granddaughter.”

“Is it possible that he is just a good actor?” Aaron asked calmly.

“Possible. Besides, he looked happy when he said the bullies are under his care in the morgue.” I frowned, replaying how Edisis behaved. “He knew my name. I’ve never told him. Maybe he knew who I was when I arrived in town. Or he just remembers me from the funeral.”

“Everything is possible,” Aaron just nodded, pondering options and chances. Suddenly his phone rang, and he answered. Even though the voice was not clear, I could easily recognise Reid’s quick tempo sentences.

“Reid, find out more about Dr Edisis and his granddaughter. See you at the station,” Aaron said and hung up. Then he looked at me, gesturing to the car. “Morgan and Prentiss brought Johns.”

“But he isn’t talking and asked for his attorney.” I nodded.

“Always,” Aaron shrugged. 

I tentatively grabbed his fingers, unsure if I could just hold his hand. 

“Even shocked, you caught how the doctor behaved.” He tightened the grip on my hand. “Ever the BAU agent, hmm?” He smiled gently at me, and I could mirror the smile.

              -----HOTCH-----

Everyone was in the interrogation room except Rodriguez, who was excluded by the captain. Apparently, Aaron told the captain about the relationships between the victims, Johns and Rodriguez. I was sure the captain wouldn’t budge as everyone knew each other in his town, but the captain surprisingly listened to Aaron. I concluded that the captain listened to Aaron because he was the FBI and didn’t want any trouble with the bureaucrat when there was a serial killer among them. 

Johns was sitting alone, shaking his right leg. He tightly held his hands together in front of his face, touching his forehead. Pray as much as you want, I snarled inwardly. 

In the corner, Aaron and Rossi whispered lowly about something. Aaron silently stood there pensively, then nodded.

“It’s possible,” Aaron told his mentor. “Prentiss, do you also think the same?”

Prentiss, who was blankly observing Johns, slightly jumped as the leader called her. “You mean Kirvy’s parents?”

“To be precise, the father,” Rossi corrected the younger profiler.

Prentiss shrugged. “Yeah. He was definitely hiding something. He was calm as if he was expecting us when we were there.”

Aaron and my eyes contacted, reminding us of the meeting with Dr Edisis.

“But couldn’t it be because their son was brought for questioning?” JJ asked curiously.

“That’s another possibility,” Rossi hummed. “If I quote him, ‘I’m fucking happy that those scums met their torturous deaths.’”

“The victim’s torture was not published public,” Reid frowned.

“He might have heard from one of the officers here,” Morgan sighed at the suggestion. Because if that were the case, it would be back to square one. “Or he knows the UnSub.”

“Unless the whole town is conspiring against them,” I muttered, remembering what Eric Kirvy told me.

Silence fell heavily onto us.

Aaron checked his watch and looked at the anxious man in the interrogation room. “We should talk to him now.”

“Can I?” Reid asked promptly, and naturally, everyone looked at the younger man strangely. Reid never participated in interrogation unless either Hotch or Rossi asked him.

“You sure?” Morgan asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

People who didn’t know Morgan would think he didn’t trust Reid or that Reid was capable of interrogating. But including Reid, every member of BAU knew Morgan. It was a brotherly concern. Everyone knew about Reid’s horrible school life because he was just intelligent. 

Reid gave a reassuring smile to Morgan. “Yeah, I’ve done this before.”

Aaron nodded toward Reid, and Morgan patted Reid’s shoulder.

I gulped when Reid entered the room quietly. Unlike how I had imagined, Reid wasn’t awkward. He confidently sat in front of Johns, who watched the younger man warily. 

“Dr Spencer Reid from the FBI,” Reid introduced himself and didn’t wait for Johns to reply or react. “You made my friend’s life miserable.”

I blinked, comprehending what had just happened. 

“What’s he saying?” Even to my ears, my voice was full of panic. 

Aaron put his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. “Let’s leave it to him.”

I looked at Rossi for help, but Rossi shook his head. Aaron was the team leader; currently, I was there as his subordinate. I must listen to Aaron. But wouldn’t that jeopardise the interrogation?

Johns only narrowed his eyes at Reid. But Reid didn’t falter and put the folder in his hand on the steel desk.

“Did it feel good? Hurting others because you just could?” The doctor asked nonchalantly, but Johns’ fists quivered as he looked down.

Remorse. Regret. 

Very convincing, I bit my lips to stop myself from cursing at the man who couldn’t hear anything from this side of the room. No way in hell Johns would regret what he and his friends did to me and others. I wouldn’t believe that. He must be acting.

“If you want me to talk, bring F/N. I’ll talk without my lawyer then.”

I took a step back, and I bumped into Aaron. He silently squeezed my shoulder, and others glanced at me briefly before turning their attention back to Reid and Johns. Everyone was stunned by Johns. Who in their right mind wants to talk to cops without lawyers?

“And what would you do to my friend?”

I chanted Reid’s name in my head. This was getting too personal for my team and me.

“Just talk,” Johns replied plainly. But his fingers were fidgeting, and now he was shaking both legs under the table.

And I had to make up my mind.

“I can do it,” I said.

Before Prentiss and Morgan could protest, Aaron held his hand up to silence the team. JJ looked at me worriedly, and I just nodded at her.

“He said he’d talk if I’m in there. I can bring out information.”

“You sure?” Aaron asked in a professional manner. Just concern for his colleague. And this man told me he sucked at acting, I rolled my eyes in my head.

“I survived Edisis. With the info Reid and Garcia looked up, I might able to fish some info from him or even truth without involving his lawyer.”

             -----HOTCH-----

Rossi opened the interrogation room, causing Johns to wince at the sudden sound.

“Reid.” He gestured outside with his chin. 

Reid frowned at the veteran profiler but left the room without glancing at the nervous man behind. Johns didn’t even glance at Rossi or even Reid exiting the room.

“I’m sorry,” Reid apologised as he entered to room. “I just got angry for what he did to others and F/N.”

I put my hand on Reid’s forearm. “I’m just glad you’re looking out for me.” And I'm pretty sure I didn’t see Aaron narrowing his eyes, did he? Then I grinned at my team to hide my nervousness. Although I knew they could see through me. “Wish me luck.”

“If I sense any trouble, I’m gonna pull you out. Whether you like it or not,” Aaron said with a curt nod.

“Yes, sir.”

I breathed in and out deeply to calm my nerves before I entered the room and faced the man. Now or never.

I entered the room, schooling my expression, and sat before Johns. He didn’t look up, just shaking his legs nervously.

“Not even a hello?” I said cooly.

Johns practically jumped from the seat and stared at me. I ignored his stares and opened the folder that was held by Reid before. One by one, I placed photos of the crime scenes and the state of the victims’ bodies when they were found. I must be really sick if I was thrilled by showing Johns the photos of his friends’ unfortunate demise. Johns’ breath got heavier, and he pulled himself away from the table, trembling. Well, he was definitely not the UnSub we were looking for, and I wasn’t sure if he was connected to this at all. Did I read Edisis wrong?

“Why are you showing me this,” he gritted out.

“I thought you’d want to know what happened to your best friends,” I replied flatly.

“Please,” he gulped as he buried his face in his hands.

A jolt of memory flared up in my head, and I nearly ran out of the room. I begged. Everyone begged. Begged to stop. And they didn’t. I wanted to lash out. I curled my hands into fists, my nails digging into my flesh so I won’t do anything that I’d regret later. However I want to give this particular UnSub a prize; I was here to catch them and pay for what they have done. 

“Then let’s talk, shall we?” I nearly snapped. I slowly put away the photos back into the folder, chewing the moment of the man’s discomfort.

The interrogation room was curtained with thick impenetrable silence. All my senses focused on the man before me, who started chewing his bottom lip and playing with his wedding band.

“I’m sorry,” he finally managed.

“I’m sorry?” I asked sharply.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help you and others when they tortured you.” He stuttered out. “Unlike you, I was a coward and couldn’t stand up against them.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I say, ‘thanks for acknowledging that’? Or just snap ‘too late’?

“If you’re sorry,” dammit, my voice trembled, “tell me everything you know.” I had to bite my tongue not to add ‘unless you want to be the next’.

“I really don’t know who’s responsible,” Johns gestured with his hands defeatedly. “I just received an email, that’s all.”

“An email?” I glanced behind me, knowing my team was listening and Garcia would be already grilling Johns’ emails.

Johns nodded. “They said I had to employ Thomas Kirvy as my redemption. Every required detail was sent through the same email.”

Unless they were a friend or family to Thomas Kirvy, they wouldn’t have picked up the boy’s name who died years ago. My mind replayed the discussion the team had before questioning Johns.

“You could’ve just ignored it,” I pointed out. Even though Garcia would eventually dig up, I wanted to know what made Johns do it.

“It said they’d tell everything what my gang did during high school to my family.”

I couldn’t help but snort, and he flinched.

“When did you receive it?”

“Just after the reunion party.” He cautiously looked into my eyes. “You were there, didn’t you?”

I gave him a thin smile, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I didn’t kill them. I was crying on my boyfriend’s shoulder,” I snarked bitterly. Something broke in me when I saw a surprised look on Johns’ face. I abruptly stood in anger, towering over him. The chair made a loud thud as it fell on the floor. His face was pure horror as he saw the change in me.

“You thought you had completely broken me, didn’t you?” I snarled. “You knew I would never trust others because of you. You knew I would always have a destructive relationship because of what you put through!”

“What? No!”

Before I could lunge at him, someone grabbed me from behind.

“F/N!”

“I didn’t mean that! You have to trust me, and I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry!”

“I’m so fucking glad they got what they deserved!” 

I finally said it.

[princessazalea17]

Why I do not post on my bookstagram account: A rant on bookstagram/booktok, overconsumption, and influencer culture killing hobbies.

Some people are going to call me salty because I can’t get beyond 100 followers on bookstagram, and that’s fine, but I haven’t touched my profile in roughly two weeks, because bookstagram makes me depressed every time I open my reels page and feed. I am not active on booktok so I cannot say the same, but I heard that it is filled with thirst traps and “gooners”.

I would shit on booktok, but my generation in high school would watch edits of Matthew Grey Gubler, Dylan O’Brien, and Benedict Cumberbatch on YouTube and write shitty One Direction x reader fanfiction on Wattpad and AO3 (the era of After by Anna Todd). This was the era of Superwholock, The Walking Dead, Stranger Things, and Freeform and The CW dramas, unless you were like me and were a Cartoon Network girlie who would loyally tune into the new episodes of Adventure Time, Steven Universe, and Regular Show every time they aired (before ultimately getting rid of cable because your family could no longer afford it).

So. Here are my reasons for hating bookstagram.

1. Bookstagram promotes overconsumption through massive book hauls and huge aesthetic book shelves and reading nooks. The folks like me who don’t have aesthetic accounts don’t grow as fast on bookstagram. Where are the library hauls and appreciation videos? Getting shadow-banned by the algorithm, of course. This is why I am grateful for spaces like little free library, where you can take a book and leave a book for free.

2. This is a personal one, but using bait to gain followers through your reels. No, Amy, we know that you’re not going to take the time out to follow back and check out all of the individual 2000 profiles that commented and followed you from your reel that you posted claiming that you would follow them back. Your profile says you have over 15k in followers, yet are only following 200 people. I keep hitting not interested on these reels, but they keep popping up. “When your account only has 300 followers and refuses to go any higher” your reel is over 3 months old and you gained over a thousand followers ever since.

3. Pushing the same content, which is in this case, romantasy and romance books, and the same demographic of authors (Caucasian women). I want to see diverse content on my feed, and try to follow as many POC authors as possible. Many books I have read that were written by non-POC authors usually have poor representation, with POC characters either serving as love interests, sidekicks, or background characters, sometimes to be killed off for the plot. I am tired of seeing the same 20 books in every single reel and post. I try to tailor my feed to diversify the content I see, but it doesn’t really help.

4. Having to depend on reels and making copy and paste content just for your account to gain exposure, otherwise your account will not grow. I just want to review books, but it makes me feel like I don’t fit in the bookstagram community.

5. Lack of diversity in the community. This is also personal. Where are the Black, Latina, and Asian bookworms? Where are the books that break the norm? We need to see more books like Cinder, My Dearest Darkest, The Stranded, etc.

This is why I have gravitated to apps like Goodreads, Fable, Likewise, etc. that focus more on building community around books instead of trying to sell you something. I’m thinking of either closing my bookstagram or rebranding it to focus on art instead.

[barnesafterglow]

she lives in daydreams with me

summary: your best friends thinks she has a solution to your problem

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: college au, reader is bisexual, another cameo bc apparently that's my niche, phone/facetime sex, f masturbation (duh), soft dom!wanda, mommy kink question mark, praise, this is not based off real life unless it is ykwim

a/n: hi this is my first time writing wlw smut so please go easy on me. i'm almost done with my kinktober prompts! i hope you all have enjoyed them, and reblog and comments are very appreciated!

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“I think you just need to get laid, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, entirely unamused with her suggestion. Of course you needed to get laid, but she didn’t have to say it out loud. She saw the eye roll clearly through the computer screen, which sent her into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for that,” was your response. “Any suggestions for that? Because the entire population of New York City seems to think I’m a leper who can’t be touched.”

“Have you even tried?”

“I downloaded Tinder.”

“Did you make a profile?”

“Well, no.”

“Okay then.”

The two of you had this conversation every handful of months, after you had broken things off with another “friends with benefits” situation and were sick of not getting off whenever you wanted.

“I’m just saying, babe,” she started off gently, which you knew was a load of bullshit, “you always know where you can go for help.”

“I’m not hooking up with Barnes again.” She was forever trying to get you to go out with your neighbor - who you had already spent the night with on more than one occasion. “We’re better off as friends.”

“You can’t be just friends with a man like that. I mean from what you told me about his -”

“Okay!” you said, cutting her off. “We were talking about your terrible suggestion and how there’s no solution?”

“I just think you need someone who knows. Someone you know would be good to you.”

“Yeah? Like who?”

“Like me.”

You had been taking a sip of the water, and it took every ounce of self control you had to keep from spewing it all over your laptop.

It’s not that it had never crossed your mind. Wanda was beautiful and was definitely good in bed - you had shared an apartment with her long enough, before she decided to study abroad, to know that she kept her girlfriends satisfied. She had also been your best friend since you were in diapers and you’d never wanted to jeopardize that.

But the way she was looking at you now, you could see the darkness in her green eyes even through the screen, and suddenly you had never wanted anyone more.

“I - really?” You expected her to laugh and say just kidding! and you would move on like nothing happened, but instead she just bit her lip and nodded.

Well fuck.

“You’re halfway across the world, Wan.” She was in Vienna at the moment, studying art culture or whatever it is that went on in her brain. “I can’t wait until you get back.”

“Who says you have to wait?” And oh wasn’t that something. “Do you trust me?”

Your answer was immediate. “Of course.”

“Then why don’t you take your clothes off and go sit on your bed?”

It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest. You couldn’t believe this was your Wanda. Your Wanda. Maybe she would be after tonight.

You turned your head back towards your bed; the way your laptop was placed on your desk, there would be a perfect view of you from the camera. Like you were putting on a show.

For a moment, you hesitated. Were you really going to cross this line? Was it worth the risk?

And, yeah, Wanda was worth anything.

So you stood up, slowly pushing your desk chair in and setting gingerly on the end of your bed. You took your shorts off first, exposing the pink panties with a little bow on the front. Call it fate, but Wanda had always said they made your ass look fantastic.

You spread your legs just a little, enough to be seductive but not enough to show anything - yet.

Then you played with the hem of your shirt, teasing it up to show the skin of your stomach before dropping the material. Just as you were about the material over your head, her voice came through the speakers.

“Don’t tease, baby. Let me see you.”

Your core was molten lava. She had called you a lot of nicknames over the years, some affectionate, some funny, and some that were so off the wall you would never know where they came from. But baby was new. Baby had you squeezing your thighs together. Baby would be the only thing you ever responded to for the rest of your life.

The shirt came off, flying to some corner of your room, and your chest was bare to her. Her intake of breath served to make you self conscious and confident at the same time. It wasn’t the first time she had seen you naked - and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last - but those times had always been a platonic sense, at least mostly. 

But now she was staring at you like she wanted to eat you alive, and you had never wanted her to be home more than you did in that moment.

You slipped your hands under the waistband of your underwear, ready to expose yourself in an entirely new way, when you looked up to see her completely stripped down. You could feel the puddle forming in your panties immediately.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?” She had a cheshire smile on her face, laced with lust and love and wonder, and suddenly you weren’t nervous anymore. 

Your panties came off and the two of you took a moment just to soak in the sight of the other.

Wanda was beautiful - perfect tits topped with rosy pink nipples, smooth skin all the way down to her core, and the prettiest pussy you had ever seen.

Her hands wandered and your eyes followed, dumbstruck, as they settled on her inner thighs. Your gaze flicked up to her face, where she seemed to be waiting patiently.

It was like you had forgotten you even had a body, you were so mesmerized by her that even the thought of anything else was a far off dreamland.

But you knew what she wanted, so you slipped your underwear and spread your legs wide, mirroring her movements.

“Now let me see you open yourself for me. Start with one finger, let me see how tight you are.”

Following her words were like second nature, and you leaned back on one elbow on your bed, the other hand circling your clit, before sinking one finger into yourself, starting to move slowly. When you looked up, you saw Wanda was doing the same.

It ripped a moan from your body, a noise you had never made before, and she smiled wickedly.

“Yeah, baby, you like that? You’re doing such a good job. Why don’t you add another finger for me?”

You did as she asked, letting another finger join the first while you pumped in and out of yourself. When she asked you for another, you quickly obliged, then doing the same when she told you to lay back and use the other hand to play with your clit.

And every move you made, you moaned at the sight of Wanda doing the same, until the only noises were breathy moans and the wetness of your bodies. 

It was almost instinct to ask for permission once you felt the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping.

“Mo- Wanda, please, let me come.”

She wasn’t in the mood to tease you, it seemed, because she gasped a yes and followed you over the edge.

Once you came down, you sat up, taking in her flushed face and the redness that spread all the way down to her chest, then looked her right in the eyes and sucked your own juices from your fingers.

She smiled, pleased, and you again mirrored her. There was no awkwardness, you didn’t think there ever could be with her, and you searched for your t-shirt, slipping it on as you sat down in your desk chair.

Lucky for you, she didn’t follow suit, and you were allowed a closer look at her perky tits.

“Wan, I need you to come home ASAP.”

“Don’t worry baby, I already bought a plane ticket.”

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[reidscanehand]

for a kissing prompt im begging you to do 48. one person has to bend down to kiss the other person who is standing on their tiptoes with fem reader as i am dismally short

Pay More Attention

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader

Category: Fluff

TW: Spencer being self-deprecating, mentions of anxiety, germaphobia, and cursing

I just really loved this concept when I came up with it and I hope you like it too! I did change up your request a little to try and make the reader more non-descript in terms of appearance, but I think it worked. Love you xx

It wasn’t hard to avoid her, or, rather, he decided it wasn’t hard because, as with many things in his life, Spencer felt his awkwardness made it necessary. With people like her , anyway. With people that, sometimes - occasionally - took his breath away. So he started to keep bits of his personality to himself.

There were some things that were hard to keep to himself, like his dislike of touch. If anything, it seemed as though JJ and Hotch had informed her about it in her interview. It wouldn’t surprise him at all if it was something she’d picked up on her own. She happens to be a rather brilliant profiler in her own right, so her picking up on his slight germaphobia doesn’t shock him at all. It’s rather unfortunate that she’s so brilliant, really. It makes it even harder for Spencer to ignore his crush on her. 

And, of course, he views ignoring it as a necessity because he doesn’t have a chance in hell with her. She practically glows through cases, offering up little brilliant ideas, being kind and caring to not only the victims and their families, but to the rest of the team as well. It’s sort of stupidly easy to fall in love with her. 

But he tries - tries so very, very hard - to not be too much himself. He doesn’t want her to think he’s too annoying, too pedantic, too...too...too him. So he quietly sits on the fringes, has done ever since she joined the team. When he has ideas, he shares them softly, but he doesn’t offer up facts as easily as he used to, not unless asked. And, even then, he’ll write them down and pass them to Derek or Emily or Hotch, hoping it’ll support their findings in some way or give them a moment to shine in the case. But he practically refuses to share facts with her. If the team weren’t so hyper aware of human behavior, they could almost believe that he dislikes her, but, instead - and rather embarrassingly for Spencer - they’re all incredibly aware of his crush on her. 

Which is why Derek hardly bats an eyelash when Spencer stands idly in front of the desk he’s commandeered at the precinct their at this week. 

“What’s up, Pretty Boy?”

“Um,” Spencer fumbles, shifting his weight between his feet. “Um, the wiregrass remnants found in the victims car?”

“Yeah?” Derek replies, leaning back and looking up at Spencer, trying not to smirk at how nervous Spencer looks.

“Could you let Y/N know that that type of grass is most commonly found in the Louisiana bayou?”

“Sure I can,” Derek agrees, still fighting a smirk.

“Thanks,” Spencer mumbles quietly, turning around to walk back to the geographic profile on the board across the precinct.

“Or,” Derek’s voice stops him, “you could tell her.”

“Oh, uh-” Spencer stops walking, but doesn’t turn back around fully, speaking back over his shoulder, brushing a fictional bit of lint from his shoulder. “I think she’d prefer to hear it from-”

“I’m not in the habit,” Derek teases, “of assuming what women’s preferences are. But, I happen to know that Y/N would prefer that you tell her this bit of information.”

“Derek,” Spencer almost whines, turning around, “I can’t-”

“She’s gonna know it’s from you anyway, Pretty Boy,” Derek assures him, but Spencer surprises him, crossing back to the desk and leaning against it, his hands on either end.

“But if I don’t deliver it than she won’t know...she won’t know that I-”

“That you what, Reid?” Derek asks.

“That I’m...that I’m me,” Spencer admits softly. “That I’m too much...that I’m too nerdy...that I’m too awkward...I just...”

“Reid,” Derek breathes softly, standing up and pulling Spencer to stand straight, resting his hands on Spencer’s shoulders in a paternal manner. “There’s nothing wrong with being you. I wish you’d see that-”

“It’s...I’m...” Spencer trails off, “I just worry that I’m not good enough for her.”

Derek opens his mouth to retort, but is cut off by Hotch interrupting them with another break in the case. Spencer shrugs off Derek’s hold on his shoulders and returns to the geographical profile, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.

~~~

“Thank you,” Y/N says as Spencer enters the precinct. Hotch and Derek are interrogating the unsub - a Louisiana native, as Spencer had suspected. 

“What did you...how?” Spencer asks in astonishment. 

“I’m surprised that a genius like you hasn’t noticed how much I pay attention to you,” she teases sweetly, stepping slightly closer to the confused doctor. 

“I...you...you pay attention to me?” Spencer questions, his voice almost flat, too astonished for anything else as he attempts to comprehend what she’s saying. 

“Yes,” she nearly whispers, stepping right up to him. “Shall I tell you what I’ve noticed?”

“Um...s-sure,” Spencer squeaks. He’s nervous, but as she meets his eyes and smiles, warmth slowly erupts in his chest and he can feel a smile toying it’s way onto his mouth.

“You, Dr. Reid, are an absolutely brilliant human being,” she states, “but, you have an unfortunate habit of overlooking your own greatness.”

“I-” Spencer attempts to cut her off, but Y/N reaches up and gently presses her finger to his lips. As though he’s ready for it, he doesn’t recoil at her touch, but almost leans into it. He leans more into it as she removes her finger from his lips and wraps her arms tentatively around his shoulders, waiting for his permission. Permission Spencer gives wordlessly as he wraps his arms around her waist. 

“How on earth did you think I’d miss your genius facts? I was always hoping you’d have one for me,” she beams up at him, tipping onto her toes. 

For the first time in his life, Spencer knows exactly what his cue is, craning his neck ever so slightly to meet her lips. A breath away from her lips, he whispers, “I guess I just needed to pay more attention.”

~~~

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[hisunshiine]

— client centered | jhs

📲 pairing: chaebol!hobi x chaebol!reader 📲 genre: CEO au. arranged marriage au. minor enemies2lovers vibes. nsfw 18+. arranged marriage au. angst, smut, fluff.  📲 warnings: absent father issues, emotional constipation at times from Y/N, alcohol consumption but not drunk, a lot of business talk as the arranged marriage and the issues that arise revolve around the business. explicit sexual content: soft!domHobi, sub!reader, caretaker vibes, kissing, lip biting, foreplay, nipple play, oral m. & f. receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, squirting, mentions of marking, unprotected sex, hobi has a big dick, dirty talk with pet names, praise kink, possession kink, begging, multiple orgasms, it’s messy and wet, switching positions, barely-there choke play, over stimulation, aftercare in the form of kissing, cuddling, and soft touches  📲 summary: When JinHit board-member & ½ of the resident playboy team Jung Hoseok is finally forced to settle down, you don’t expect to be the one he’s matched with. As the heir to a cosmetics company, you have a lot riding on your ability to operate a business and a husband that’s tied to JinHit can only help… Unless he’s not the CEO type you hope for him to be. With the threat of your company going bankrupt, an arranged marriage to announce, and emotional baggage to unpack, you’ll be lucky to deliver client-centered results.   📲 word count: 25.4k I actually thought it was going to be 15k 🤡 📲 author’s note: THIS STORY INCLUDES READER ACCESSIBLE TEXT UNDER THE IMAGES FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT PROCESS THE VISUALS OR TUMBLR ACTS UP. ♡ i promise if it’s the last thing i do, i will finish this series! for those who have stuck with me since i started it, THANK YOU. you were the reason i didn’t quit writing to be honest, because the feedback I got on the first story (Tae’s) was so overwhelming, I decided to stay ♡ if you haven’t read the first 3, i do suggest you do, as they all tie together in a nice big web and will continue to do so! the previous YN’s do make an appearance in each other’s stories as well! SPECIAL THANK YOU to @peachiilovesot7 for the amazing beta reading of this monstrosity. you kept me accountable and i wouldn’t have done it without you. also @jinfizz who beta read it initially when i was stuck and couldn’t get it going, you gave me some amazing feedback that helped motivate me again. some other betas as well for their feedback! Luna @MyOT7Heart, Seon @malibuseo​, Chelsea @whippedbywonho1, Natasha @queentiti72​ Michelle @neoneunnajimin​

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masterlist | one | two | three | you are here | five | six | seven

“You will marry, Y/N. More is at stake than you think,” your mother says from behind her old oak desk. As a child, it was your favorite item to play under. But now, you hate that thing. It does nothing but to serve as a barrier between you and your mother, who seems more like a stranger as the days pass.

“Mother, please. I am begging you.” Your tone changes to that of a plea. “I do not want to marry for the company. I am sick of all of these chaebol types—”

“Enough.” Her stern look silences you more than her words. “I will hear no more of this. You will attend the annual charity gala in two days, where you and Jung Hoseok will meet and then in a month, announce your plans to wed. The matchmaker gave you the list, and you looked over each profile. Taemin reviewed all of the portfolios of every man you have met with. He said Jung Hoseok is the last one on the list. So you will make it work. End of discussion.” And with the finality of her words, she looks away from you, turning back to her computer and the ledger planted on the desk, eyes darting between the two.

You stand up from the chair opposing her desk, eyes brimming with unshed tears. It has been years since you had uttered these words at her, probably hadn’t said them since you were a tiny child, but at this moment, where she had just stripped you of your ability to choose for your own future, you hurl the words.

“I hate you.”

Your mother didn’t even look up at you.

“Close the door on the way out, Y/N. Get some sleep, it’s late.”

Back in your room, you sit at the end of your oversized bed, weeping. It isn’t fair, you have done everything asked of you, and the one thing you want in life is the ability to at least choose who you spend the rest of it with. 

Wiping your tears, you sit up and look over at the framed photo of your family from years ago. You were happy there. You still had your dad, your brother wasn’t working at the Japanese branch of the company, and your mom was—well she wasn’t demanding you marry someone you barely knew.

Jung Hoseok. The heir to the Jung fortune, who spends as much time in the tabloids as he does in between women’s legs. But of course, none of that mattered. Once you and Hoseok debut to the world as a couple, all of his past indiscretions will disappear. That’s how it always happened; you’d seen it too many times before. Of course the man’s past behaviors weren’t necessarily finished with once married. One of your biggest fears in all of this is that Hoseok will embarrass you by continuing to fuck around with various women, making a mockery of you and your family. 

Your phone buzzes, and you reach for it, seeing the message light up the screen. The name makes you want to scream. Damn him, Matchmaker Park. You curse his name silently as you read through his message. 

Matchmaker Park: Your mother explained to me that you will be moving forward with Jung Hoseok-ssi. You will find his portfolio in the stack you left in the foyer. I will let his family know your intentions and invite him to the charity ball as your date…I know that you don’t want an arranged marriage, but I did my best to find the most fitting partner choices for you. 

You: Sure, Taemin-ssi.

Matchmaker Park: Your father would have chosen the same men for you that I did. I want you to be happy. If I’m honest, Hoseok-ssi was my first pick for you. I think he would have liked him for you too.

You: Well, I guess we will never know, will we?

You set down your phone, irritated at your godfather. Park Taemin was your mother’s best friend growing up, and as such, was your 대부 (daebu), or godfather. He had been close with your parents, befriending your mother as well once the three of them were in high school. When your father left when you were seven and your mother had to step up at the company to provide for you, he tried to step in here and there to be a father figure of some sort, and at the time, you were grateful for it. 

Your dad was unable to be there for you like you wanted. He was the one person who seemed to be full of life in the house, and his absence left it bleak and cold, so your godfather was a welcome comfort. Then your mother had decided he would be a great matchmaker to hire for you. He then became your enemy, and you vowed to make this difficult.

A part of you knows that there is no escaping this. An arranged marriage is common for people of your caliber. Marrying someone who is not in the business circle in Seoul has never been in your future. Your portfolio was created and updated over the years with your accomplishments, hobbies, education, and job ventures. As a small girl, you loved the idea that some guy would look through it and learn about you and decide you were the perfect girl for him.

Now, you know better. This isn’t some fairytale romance. And even the best matchmakers got it wrong. Look at your parents. Your dad couldn’t stand to be with your mom, so he ran off, leaving you and your brother alone to deal with the consequences. You had created a list from the moment you turned fifteen and received your first stack of profiles; a new list of choices delivered every few years for you to review and organize into a pile for your daebu to assemble.

Throwing yourself dramatically onto your bed, you didn’t even change out of your clothes, too tired from angry tears to do much more than roll over in bed and fall asleep.

Hoseok wakes from the sound of his phone blaring underneath his head. Reaching blindly with his hand, he pats under the pillow until he finds it, silencing it with a press to the side button.

A groan from beside him reminds him he isn’t alone. 

“Hey,” his voice rasps, trying to gain the attention of the sleeping bottle-blonde next to him.

“Eunji,” He tries again, this time pushing her shoulder to wake her.

“It’s Eunjoo, asshole.”

She sits up slowly, stretching as her hair falls down her naked body. Hoseok eyes her build, noting the small bruises his fingers had made in her skin. 

“Whatever, you gotta go. Need me to call you a Kakaotaxi?” Hoseok is reading through his messages, a feeling of dread sinking in as he remembers how he ended up here. His parents, fed up with his behaviors, had finally gone through with their threat to get him to behave. They turned in his damned portfolio to a matchmaker, who had finally contacted them yesterday about a match. His parents were in heaven. Being matched with you, of all women, would be perfect for counteracting all of his antics. Hoseok sighs, so lost in thought he misses Eunjoo’s reply.

“When is the taxi coming, Hobi?”

“Oh, um—” Hoseok switches apps quickly, punching in the info, “—looks like about seven minutes or so.”

“Great, enough time to brush my teeth.”

Eunjoo disappears into the adjoining bathroom, and Hoseok returns back to what he was looking at on his phone screen. An image of you, Lee Y/N, and a confirmation of matchmaking.

Hoseok knew this day would come, and had been expecting it to come a lot sooner than now, if he’s honest with himself. Despite all of his father’s threats, he hadn’t ever followed through on it. Until now. Sitting at the breakfast bar, he sends a message to his group chat of friends.

BTS CEO’s

HS: It’s happened. The worst thing ever. Has finally happened.

JM: Ball and Chain?!?!?! 

JK: Oh shit, sorry man

SJ: Seriously, it’s about time you grow up 

MY: Finally.

TH: No more scandals in the paper?! Great!

HS: Wow, that was one time, thanks for your support.

JM: Actually it was twice, but who’s counting?

NJ: Technically, it was three, but I was able to get the dick pic leak removed from the site. You still owe me for that.

HS: What’s that? Oh, sorry, gotta go feed my dog, BYE!

Setting his phone down, he almost misses his dad, who is about to walk out of the door with his golf clubs in tow. 

“Dad!” he calls out, and his dad pauses, tucking his pageboy hat under his arm.

“Hoseok,” he says with a hint of concern in his voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Look, I’m sorry dad. I know that I’ve been behaving a little recklessly, and that I promised to slow it down, and I did!” He rushes the end as his dad sighs, ready to walk away from the conversation. “Please don’t make me marry her.”

“Have you even spent time with her, Hoseok? And no, your school days don’t count. You know she’s a good girl from a good family. No scandals, no bad press; the exact opposite of you. She will work wonders for your image, son.”

“You mean wonders for yours. You can finally have another child to be perfect like Ji-Woo. Y/N is the perfect daughter-in-law to ‘tame’ your wild child son.”

“You know that’s not what I think Hoseok—” His father’s phone begins to ring at that moment, and Hoseok shakes his head as he steps backwards away from his dad.

“Whatever, dad.”

“Hoseok—I have to answer this, son. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok returns to the kitchen, the long hallway from where he had spotted his father echoing his voice as he answers the phone.

“Oh, son! Don’t forget the gala coming up. Two days. We will be meeting with the Lee’s before we go to the event. I’ll have my assistant send you the details.”

With these parting words, his dad disappears out the door, and Hoseok wonders if it’s too early for a drink.

The ballroom around you is frilly, persnickety, and loud. You arrive later than you had promised your mom, because of all of the ‘plastic’ oozing from the people around you. You don’t like it one bit. Watching your mom wade through the crowded floor, you roll your eyes as she stops to greet everyone with kisses to surgeon-crafted cheekbones and small, uncomfortable bows. Pretentious. It is all pretentious and you didn’t realize how much you actually hate all of this chaebol fakeness. 

“Y/N-ssi, it’s time for you to meet with the Jungs,” your mom’s assistant tells you, stylus clicking rapidly against her smartphone. She accompanied you on the ride over, presumably to make sure that you actually arrived.

Standing stiffly, you adjust the way your gown sits at your waist, positioning the slit so your leg peaks through gracefully. The red dress was a little more risque than your mother had wanted, but you thought it might help with deterring the Jungs from wanting you as a match for their son. 

“Finally, let’s go. They’ve been waiting for us.” Your mom’s claw-like nails dig into your arm as she grips you close to walk over to a round table that holds three of the four members of your future family—unless you can convince them otherwise.

Once you reach said table, you see them all stand, with the father waving over Hoseok from the nearby table of alcohol and his friends. You have to tilt your head to meet the eyes of his father, and similarly, to meet Hoseok’s as well, once he reaches you. All of them are tall and willowy, and in their evening attire they are stunning to the eyes. It is easy to see why all of the girls seem to fawn all over Hoseok.

Cute dimples at the corner of his smile with high cheekbones that framed each side of that heart-shaped grin…even you can’t deny the allure of Jung Hoseok. It’s honestly baffling. He has such a reputation of being what some people would say, well, to put it simplest: a man whore. 

But here, standing before you as you and your mom approach, all you can see is the man he was born to be. The CEO of his family’s company, welcoming and polite, graceful in movement and commanding a powerful aura that you weren’t sure he even knew he had possessed. You wonder if his parents care that he’s in the tabloids more than in the office.

“Lee So Yeon, thank you for meeting with us.” Hoseok’s father greets your mom with a slight bow, which she returns.

“Jung Sung Hoon, the pleasure is ours. We are so excited to finally move forward with this.” 

Her smile sickens you as you watch her speak in her business voice, bowing as she greets Ji Yeon, Hoseok’s mother. You follow suit though, bowing low as you greet each of the members of the family. You feel a slight pinch under your arm from your mom as she tugs you towards the table, reminding you to smile. You tighten the muscles of your cheek in order to hide the grimace of discomfort from the pinch, and sit down next to Ji Woo and across from Hoseok. 

“Where is Y/N’s father?” Ji Yeon asks from where she’s seated next to your mom, oblivious to the way her husband and your mother’s mouths pinch slightly, broaching a topic that most avoid around your mom. 

“He won’t be attending any of our planning events, but no worries. I am more than prepared to meet and discuss the details with you.” 

Hoseok stares at you, watching the way you shift in your seat, and he decides to pull the attention away from that line of questioning.

“So you want us to marry, cool. What’s the point of all of this—” he gestures with his hand around the ballroom “—fanfare? Couldn’t we have met at a restaurant or at each other's house?”

“Hoseok!” His mom reprimands him, and you see your own mother relax as the tension releases at the topic shifting from your absent father.

“What? I’m bored, I’m sure that Y/N is bored, so can we get to the point so we can go join our friends?” He nods his head towards the group of men standing near a champagne fountain and ice sculptures, and your eyes turn to see a group of men you went to school with. 

“Enough, Hoseok.” 

He sits back, crossing one leg over the other in a cocky show of backing down, and you watch as his eyes turn to you. Locking pupils, he offers a small smile and you send one back, silently thanking him.

“Lee So Yeon, your family business is well known. A successful skincare brand in a country that touts the best of the best…being able to stay on top with so many competitors is amazing. And to have raised such a beautiful daughter? We are so happy to be joining families.”

“Yes, we love your products,” Hoseok’s sister chimes in, “and we think that this marriage will be just as successful as both companies we are tied to; JinHit and LeeCo.” 

You know that Ji-Woo works for the company, with JinHit having several divisions that deal with various things, most notably within the entertainment industry, cyber-security, and property management. She herself works pretty high up on the entertainment side, dealing with styling and fashion design. It’s no surprise to you that she would be aware of LeeCo. and how it could benefit JinHit.

“Thank you, and I do agree. Anyone would be lucky to be paired with your son. He is quite eye-catching. Which of you does he get it from?” Your mom jokes, wrangling in the audience like she always does, and you zone out, no longer caring. It seems both parents are sold on the two of you coming together, and escape would be futile. If history was anything to go by, attempting to go against the “plan” would be more pain than it was worth.

“So, Y/N, what are your thoughts about the new venture JinHit has made? Do you see LeeCo. adopting any practices in the future?”

You turn your eyes towards Hoseok’s dad, trying to find where they were at in their conversation.

“Erm, I think it’s great.”

“Well, of course it is, having the company go green and become more sustainable has made our lives a bit easier. More things are accessible online and protestors have moved on to other companies to badger instead.” Hoseok provides you with a synopsis of the conversation you missed, and you catch on quickly.

“Oh, I’m sure! I would love to be able to do that for LeeCo., but going sustainable costs a lot. Our plan is to roll out sustainability options within the next five years.”

“Oh, surely we can do that a lot faster now,” Hoseok’s dad interjects. “Once the engagement is announced, I’m sure we will be able to do a lot to help with that goal.”

The business woman in you immediately sees plans blooming in your mind: ways to take the company green, and for the first time since you found out about Jung Hoseok, you think it might not be so bad.

“Anyways, we can discuss this all later. Right now, why don’t you two spend some time together tonight? Get some candid photographs taken by the media, let them start to speculate about your relationship for the rest of the evening. Hoseok-ah, why don’t you take her over to your friends?”

You take a deep breath and Hoseok offers you his hand in order to lead you over to his group. You accept it, though keeping your distance physically as you move through the slightly crowded room. 

“Y/N! So nice to see you!” JinHit’s CEO Kim Namjoon greets you heartily, and it feels weird, standing here with the boys you went to high school and college with, acting like you all had gotten along back then. 

“Namjoon-ssi.”

“Haven’t changed much have you, doll?” Yoongi intones from the side table, where he’s leaning. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You don’t like the tone that Yoongi’s voice takes and so you challenge him, meeting his eyes.

“It means, you’re still as frigid as ever.”

The younger men behind Yoongi burst out into laughter, though they quickly try to turn their laughs into coughs or use the many glasses of champagne as a reason to turn away and hide their smiles. 

“Oooh, good one, Yoongi-ssi. I’m sure that your sunshiney attitude is why Ye-Jin left you.” 

This time, the three men, hiding in their champagne flutes, begin choking on the bubbly liquid, some squirting out of Taehyung’s nose causing Jimin and Jungkook to laugh even harder. You feel the burst of triumph in your chest knowing that you were able to one up him, but mostly you feel tired of hearing the same bullshit. 

Frigid. Cold. Heartless. You just didn’t care to be fake or befriend people for their money, and growing up, this group had the most of it. Surrounded by fake people and too much money to be decent people, you had decided early on that you and the BTS frat bros would never get along. If that made you a frigid bitch, so be it.

“Okay, well good to see ya, I’m gonna take Y/N over to grab some appetizers before the presentation starts.”

“Ain’t enough sugar on that table to make that ice princess sweet.”

He may have muttered it, but you hear it regardless, throwing a menacing look over your shoulder at Yoongi as Hoseok led you away from his friends and towards the opposite end of the room. 

Hand pressing against your lower back, he leans close to whisper into your ear as the paparazzo takes photos of the party. 

“Don’t let Yoongi get to you, he and his girl are fighting right now. It’s not Ye-Jin anymore though, he’s dating someone new. They’ll be fine by tomorrow, but you know how he is.”

The motion of Hoseok’s whisper catches their eye, and you’re blinded momentarily by the flashes of the cameras as Hoseok’s lips graze the side of your neck underneath your ear before he pulls away.

Tight-lipped and hiding your discomfort from the privacy invading photos, you try to figure out if he’s lost his mind. 

“Hoseok! What are you doing?” 

“Chill, sweetheart, we’re getting married soon. I’m just making the process a little more fun.”

Years of practice keeps you from tripping over your feet, but the cold dread that fills your chest at the reminder is enough to make anyone freeze. Marriage. In three months, you would marry the man next to you, someone you’ve known your whole life, but also barely know at all. A man you did not choose. Who did not choose you. What’s to say you’ll choose to stay with each other? 

Waiting for the announcement to be seated didn’t take long, and soon, you’re side by side with your future fiance. With your focus on the stage, you take in the petite woman presenting her slideshow on the charity gala topic, Namu, the non-profit organization started by JinHit. You learn from Khaity, the speaker, that Namu started its work with JinHit to help turn the company green and is now accepting donations from companies, stakeholders, and the public in order to begin working to make changes legislatively within the country, and would utilize raised funds to pay for the workers. 

Another speaker takes the stage, hugging Khaity as she receives applause, and you’re thrilled to learn the benefits from her that align with your earlier thoughts. Right now, there are only grants and funding for companies to research sustainable options. If a company consults with one of the foundations and receives a report, that foundation receives money from the government to continue their research, and the company will receive money based on the report to help them implement the changes identified, but there is nothing in place to make sure that they make the changes. It's a flaw in the system.

Namu wants to work on the legislation and implementation aspect. The money they are hoping to raise tonight to pay for more workers means that other corporations would be able to have a Namu person on-site who makes sure sustainable options are put into practice. Currently, companies are waiting for the government to match their efforts, so Namu is pushing legislation to provide government tax breaks for big businesses who meet the implementation requirements for the green initiative Namu plans to put into place. 

It is honestly such a great idea, and you itch to grab your notepad and pen from your small purse to start planning. 

“Hey,” Hoseok leans into you, his hand resting atop of your fingers that had been tapping incessantly and driving him mad. “Don’t worry, the presentation is almost over, and then after we eat, I can drive you home okay?”

Realizing he mistook your tapping for boredom or anxiety, you shake your head and correct his thought.

“No, I’m actually excited about this venture, I’m really interested in it!” you whisper back to him excitedly. 

“Oh, wow, you’re like the only person in here actually interested in their powerpoint,” he chuckles, and you don’t like that you enjoy the sound of it while he makes fun of you. It makes you feel like you're fifteen again, heart racing at his playful teasing in civics class.

“Whatever.” You wave away his teasing, picking up your glass of champagne to lubricate your vocal chords to whisper a little easier. “We’re here to write checks to charity, and this is a non-profit that wants to not only help the earth, but help our companies be better.”

“We spend enough paying for a seat at this thing, money that goes straight to the non-profit. They just hope we all get drunk enough to write another check or two and we pay to attend so we can rub shoulders with other big companies to keep the money within the 1%.” 

Hoseok pauses to sip from his own champagne glass before continuing. Scooting closer to him so you can talk means you get a perfect view of his elegant neck as his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. “Most of the people in this room are here to A, make business deals or B, get laid, thanks to that expensive drink package offered. Probably both.”

“And why are you here, Hoseok?” You can’t help but to lean into the conversation with him; he’s still holding onto your hand and the conversation's topic feels like it’s taken a turn to the flirty side. You may appear cold to those who don’t know you, but you’re warm blooded through and through. 

“Please, call me Hobi,” his eyes bore into yours despite the dim lights to help illuminate the presentation on the stage, “and I, my lovely girlfriend, well...I believe that you and I are here for both.”

Hearing Hoseok call you his ‘girlfriend’ reframes the thoughts racing through your head and you realize you’re more like the chaebols in this room than you care to admit. 

Saturday night puts a lot of thoughts into perspective for you, starting with the most blaring one. Jung Hoseok is your boyfriend, in the most simple of terms. One family meeting at a charity gala and you are officially off the market, according to your social media profiles. Already, it feels as inorganic as you thought it would; it was everything that you had wished your love life would never be.

But this is how it turned out, and you will be damned to let it stop you from enjoying other aspects of your life. You’ll grin and bear the relationship like you’re expected to do and make the best out of the situation. Who needs love to be happy, anyways? If only you can convince yourself to believe your thoughts. 

Color you surprised when you receive an email Monday morning from the CEO of JinHit, Mr. Kim Namjoon himself, personally inviting you, the Chief Operating Officer within LeeCo. Cosmetics, to a lunch meeting. 

Your mom had told you that now that you and Hoseok are making the plans to formally announce your engagement in a month, things would start to move fast in order to get LeeCo. and JinHit working together. 

Before you can reply, a new email responding to Namjoon appears in your inbox: Jung Hoseok.

‘Joon, I’ll grab my girl on the way to the office, see you at noon.’ 

Furiously typing out your response, you pause as your office phone begins to ring, answering it with barely a glance at the caller ID.

“What?” you spit out, angry at the caller for speaking for you in the email.

“I’ll be outside at 11:45, what do you want to eat?”

“What?” Your tone changes, genuinely thrown off by the fact that he didn’t react how people normally do when you spit venom, as well as his question.

“Just because you change your tone doesn’t mean saying the same word will change what I’m saying. Now what do you want to eat? I’ll get it for the lunch meeting on my way to grab you.”

You let out a sigh, feeling the anger dissipate as you remember where your future is headed. 

“Sushi. Tempura roll. Make sure it has cream cheese and avocado. Spicy Mayo on the side. Oh and grab a Chilsung Cider. Peach.”

“Ooh, bossy…I like it.”

Your response is hanging up the phone. 

Hoseok arrives right on time, and you meet him out front, surprised to see your betrothed looking so…casual. Of course, he was leaning against a flashy sports car, but his white button down shirt untucked from his black designer slacks made him look more approachable, hair still wet from the shower he must’ve taken before coming to pick you up.

The street behind him is crowded with pedestrians heading to get lunch and you feel a bit weird being out in public with him, seeing coworkers eye your exchange with him as he smiles widely as you approach. You notice at the last moment a small gift bag with colorful tissue paper peeking out hanging off of his fingers and he’s holding a few stems of orchids in a small, clear vase resting on his palm. He pushes off of the car and steps towards you, holding the gift and vase out in your direction. 

“What’s this?”

Hoseok’s smile only seems to get brighter, and you’re tempted to shield your eyes from the sun that is him.

“Orchids. And a gift. For your desk.”

Stepping to the side, he opens the passenger door for you to climb in, handing you the items once you’re seated. You can’t help but watch him as he walks around the front of the car, pants fitted enough to show off his athletic build as he walks. Not to mention the shiny black boots that only make him look a little edgier… 

You turn to look out of the window in order to school your emotions into a bored look. Shutting his car door, he pulls your attention once more as he asks you if you’re ready to head out. You nod, letting yourself take in his cute dimples before facing the road once again.

The ride to the JinHit office is filled with Hoseok singing along softly to R&B songs that you didn’t think were his vibe, but oddly fit the way he drives you. Not too fast or too slow—a controlled pace that allowed him to maneuver smoothly around other drivers but still allows you to feel safe with him at the wheel. 

You take the time to observe him as he drives, comparing the man before you to the boy you remember from high school. He appears the same for the most part, but after spending the other night with him and his family and now being in his presence, he’s different. 

Back then, you remember he was always loud and attracting attention. Memories of him at lunch throwing off his school uniform jacket to dance to hip hop music and attract the cheers of girls, being the class clown who still was able to earn good grades, and always with a different popular girl on his arm every month. 

You know that he still maintains his flavors of the month, according to the gossip on WeVerse—the favorite app amongst conglomerate workers to anonymously air out grievances, check reviews of various companies, view insight into salaries across similar careers, and the best part—stay up to date on the office gossip of the rich and the famous. 

You figure that a WeVerse Manager must work for or be an insider for one of the bigger companies, as the account posts updates of all of the top chaebol drama. As the COO of LeeCo., you check the app daily for any reviews of your company, as it was apparent that any type of grievance or even rumours that people upload get viewed by the masses and can be leaked to media outlets. Knowing that criticisms can and usually do grow, avalanching into a shit show that can end a large business in one fell swoop, you make sure to take a peek daily for any disgruntled murmurs.

So this is how you know very well the antics that one Jung Hoseok has been up to since graduating from college and seemingly going your separate ways. The late nights stumbling from Itaewon’s hottest nightclubs, reckless penthouse parties that cops have to shut down, arriving at the airport half dressed after a long night out with beautiful women—you’ve seen evidence of it all. 

Thinking of the app, you remember that you forgot to check it earlier in the office, but at that moment, your phone pings with a message from Taemin.

Taemin: Congratulations. I heard from your mom about the meeting with the Jung’s. I’m really excited for you.

You: Thanks. 

Taemin: Sigh. Don’t hate me forever, honey. I only want what’s best for you.

You: If you really wanted what was best for me, you would have let me decide. Gotta run to a meeting. 

Locking your phone, you look up and see that Hoseok is pulling his car into the parking garage. You set the orchid vase on the floor of the car, and once the car stops, you get out of it, stretching from the cramped seating of a low sports car. 

Hoseok grabs the handles of a large paper bag from the backseat before he motions for you to follow him into the parking garage elevator. The whole walk through the building, you’re in awe of the sheer size of the company. You know that JinHit has varying relationships with the companies that handle the different areas that you consider to be JinHit overall, seeing as Kim Namjoon, as the CEO, oversees all of the different divisions. 

You can’t imagine what it would be like to have such a massive company, and you nearly gasp out loud when your thoughts connect the dots that you are about to become part of the very massive company you are unable to wrap your head around.

“Joonie!” Hoseok’s voice is loud as you approach a hallway lined with offices. He’s almost giddy when the door at the end of the hallway opens up and a woman opens the door for the two of you to walk in.

“Seriously Hobi?” Namjoon grimaces, shaking his head back and forth while he stands to greet you both. 

“What, we’re the same age, and best friends at that, so I can call you Joonie.” Hoseok is being overly playful, not professional at all, and you grit your teeth together in a forced smile.

“Good afternoon, Namjoon-ssi, thank you for having us for a lunch meeting.”

“No need to be so formal, Y/N.” Namjoon’s dimples appear as a real smile takes over his exasperation of his friend. “I hear we’ll be celebrating you joining our little group as a dear sister in law soon.” Namjoon winks, and you nod, thoroughly shaken at how everyone seems happy about this upcoming marriage except you.

“Yes, we haven’t formally announced anything, since we’ve only JUST started publicly dating, but that is the goal. By the way, did you see the picture of us from the charity gala?”

“Yes, you guys make a very photogenic couple. Well, come on and have a seat and we can eat first and then go over all of the information. NaBi?”

The petite woman who had opened the frosted glass door to Namjoon’s office glances up from where she’s sitting at the very end of the table, reviewing a stack of paperwork.

“Yes, Sajangnim?”

You instantly like this woman; her formal use of the term CEO, coupled with her overall business aura speaks to the business woman in you. You take a seat while Hoseok begins to unpack the food.

“We’re going to eat, why don’t you go ahead and take lunch now? I’m sure you can catch Kook right about now. Please call Khaity to come up and join me and I’ll make sure that she emails you any important documents that need to be uploaded appropriately and filed away in the system.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll call Khaity now, and be at my desk once you are done with your meeting.”

Nabi stands, gathering her files before she heads out of the room.

Namjoon passes you sanitizing wipes in order to cleanse your hands and you pass the container to Hoseok after. The door opens, showcasing the woman who presented at the gala on Saturday night carrying a tablet, and she joins you at the table after stopping to kiss Namjoon briefly.

“We haven’t formally met yet, but I’m Khaity! I’m in charge of NAMU. I’ll be joining you for the meeting after we eat.” 

Her bubbly personality was undeniable, and where you typically would avoid someone so welcoming, there was an air about her that made you feel like it was okay to relax a little. Despite this, you eat quietly, allowing the three friends to chat amiably for the next half hour or so, only chiming in when they direct questions to you. You finish before everyone else, and use the time to excuse yourself to the restroom you passed in the hallway to freshen up before the meeting.

—

“First off, thank you so much for the generous donation you made to NAMU. We really appreciate it, we can do so much good with the help.”

“Please, I loved your presentation! NAMU seems like a great non-profit organization and the way that it can both help businesses and hold them accountable while helping the planet is genius.”

Khaity visibly blushes, and Namjoon takes her hand gently, eyeing her with pride.

“She’s been an amazing help turning JinHit and it’s subsidies into green companies. And that’s why she’s here for the meeting. We’re interested in partnering with LeeCo. Cosmetics. The entertainment division would benefit the most from the partnership, exclusively utilizing LeeCo. products, and LeeCo. will have any JinHit artist at their disposal for marketing and advertising purposes should we partner.”

The partnership with JinHit that Namjoon is laying out for LeeCo. sounds amazing to your ears. It’s more than you thought it would be, being able to sell your product to JinHit’s entertainment division for all of the services they offer, and your mind can’t even math all of the mathing that music videos, advertisements, photo shoots, interviews, and more could earn your company. Not to mention the use of JinHit’s big name artists and actors for LeeCo. adverts that would help your company become a household name. 

“Now, before we do the official contract reviews and signing with Yoongi-hyung, we need to formulate the business plan for this venture.” Namjoon slides you an open box, a brand new Samsung Galaxy tablet nestled in the box still, though the screen was unlocked and opened to a document. “This tablet is yours. It’s not set up yet, but you’ll have time to do that later. Part of our go green initiative within the company. NaBi can take you to our CIO to get everything set up for you after this. Sorry, where was I?”

You gesture to the tablet you’re now holding, pushing aside your notebook and setting your pen on top. “You were discussing the document on the tablet, sir.”

“Please, Namjoon is fine. I hope we can be friends.”

You nod, wary of the CEO. Nothing is set in stone for LeeCo. and you don’t want to ruin the business relationship by being too informal.

“So, this document outlines all of the information needed for the plan, like a list of the products LeeCo. has available for JinHit’s use. As you may already know, Hobi is a board member for JinHit because of the JinHit merger with his family's company. JinHit has full commanding ownership of that company, and Hobi has full knowledge of the entertainment ventures. I’ll need the two of you to work together to outline the different sectors within the entertainment division that would utilize which products.”

You scroll through the document, following along with Namjoon’s overview. Hoseok noticeably scoots his body closer to yours as he peers at your screen.

“Don’t you have a tablet?” you ask him quietly and he just shrugs.

“Yeah, it’s at home I think. I didn’t realize I would need it!”

Namjoon notices the exchange.

“Hobi, I can share it to your phone really quick—”

“No,” Hoseok answers quickly, “we can share.”

The way he says it reminds you that sharing with Hoseok is something that will be commonplace sooner than you think.

“Okay, since we’ll be working closely together to do this, when do you need the report? That way I can coordinate schedules.”

“Yes, if you click the ‘appendix’ link, it will bring up the checklist and dates.” 

You follow his instructions, finding the blue hyperlink that jumps you down the digital document to the appendix. 

“I expect by the end of this week to have the list of all of the products that each department would utilize or benefit from having access to, as well as an average quantity of the products they’ll need annually.” 

Namjoon turns to Hoseok. “You may have to ask Jin to run the numbers or go to each department and get the information from each of the supervisors in order to calculate that information.”

“Now, this next part is super important,” Khaity says as she takes over the review of the documents. “We need to know what, if any, green measures you have taken within the company, and figure out where you can possibly go green. We need to make sure that LeeCo. is sustainable in order to be able to move forward with a partnership.”

Namjoon nods.

“I know you want to remain your own company. We aren’t looking to acquire LeeCo. So our biggest stipulation is that any company that is partnered with JinHit maintains their sustainability. It’s a non-negotiable, and NAMU will be responsible for yearly inspections to examine the workplaces for maintaining their green company status to the regulations that align with the proposed tax credit program.”

“As I said, I love this idea, Namjoon-ssi. I don’t see why we would squander progress made with sustainability once we’ve made those changes.” You smile at him, cute nose scrunch and all, and are rewarded with his matching dimples. 

Hoseok squirms in his seat, his body now touching yours as he reaches out to turn the tablet more towards him so he could see better. Looking over at him, his eyes aren’t on the screen, but staring between you and Namjoon, an unreadable look on his face. You want to ask him what’s on his mind, but Namjoon continues.

“That’s great to hear. Now, we currently do not have any sustainable options for the cosmetics products we use in the entertainment sector, so Khaity has looked into the different cosmetics companies in Korea that are at the forefront of sustainability, as well as some scholarly articles to help you understand best practices. The information on both are attached to the end of this document.”

“I’ll email you both some available dates later this week. We’ll need you both to decide on when you can travel to one of the foundations that supports sustainable practices. Your goal will be to have them complete a report for LeeCo., so you can implement their recommendations as soon as possible for LeeCo. and JinHit’s partnership.”

You look up in alarm at Khaity, surprised at the last bit of information that she went over crossing your features.

“Wait, we’re traveling together?” Hoseok asks, also thrown by this info.

“Yes, you’ll be able to utilize the company black card for it, but most of the companies are located on the southeast coast, near Busan, so it’ll be about a four day trip to do some hands-on learning.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Lastly, Y/N, I’ll need you to present your findings outlined in this document to the board. It will basically be the end result of all of the information you gathered from the report you and Hoseok will work on, your trip to the foundation and the report they provide for LeeCo. and any additional research and experiences on sustainability practices, and you’ll have to present the steps you’ll be taking to make your company sustainable with a timeline of when they will go into effect and pitch those ideas to the board.”

“Okay, as long as everything is outlined here, I’ll be sure to get started on it. I really would love the opportunity to partner with JinHit.”

“We would love that too, Y/N-ssi. So if you agree...” Namjoon swipes his tablet screen, tapping a few times before he turns the screen to face you. “Sign here. This is just a preliminary contract saying that you agree to everything we just went over. That includes committing to submit all of the requested documentation by the deadlines listed, that JinHit will be paying for the sustainability trip, as well as outlines the tech products you’ve been given and the access to JinHit during this time.”

You use the stylus to sign the tablet where it indicates, passing it to Hoseok next so that he can sign as the JinHit Entertainment division manager also involved with this venture. 

“Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.” Namjoon stands, bowing slightly. “I need to get back to work now, and I’m sure you have things to handle back at LeeCo. as well, so I’ll have Hobi take you to NaBi. We’ll be in contact again soon, I’m sure.”

”Hobi, please make sure to return your girlfriend back in one piece,” Khaity requests teasingly as she closes her tablet case.

“Aish, why would I break her?”

Khaity raises an eyebrow at him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He raises his hands defensively, smiling so widely that you aren't sure whether he’s being serious or playful. “I only break women when they beg nicely.”

You feel like someone’s dumped ice cold water down your spine. Turning away from gathering your new tech, you give him a bitch stare.

“Trust me, Hoseok. The only one begging will be you.” 

NaBi walks you down to the CyberSecurity & Tech Division, then over to a closed office door. The sign next to it says ‘Jeon Jungkook CIO’. She knocks swiftly, and when a honey-timbered voice gives permission, opens the door and you follow her in.

“NaBi! What brings you back to my side of the building?”

“Hi Jungkook. Namjoon asked me to bring Y/N-ssi to see you for her JinHit username, email, and to set up her new tech.”

You’re shocked that he took you straight to the CIO and not one of the assistants. “Oh, I’m sure as CIO you must be busy, there’s surely an assistant or something who can—”

“Nonsense! I meet with all new employees for their first time tech set up. That way they learn it right the first time. Saves us from trouble later on.” Jungkook winks at you and NaBi, and she giggles at him. “Plus, you’re not just an entry level employee, you’re the COO of your own company! It shouldn’t take too much time either, you have way less to learn than the usual employee.”

“Do you need anything before I head back upstairs, Kookie?” NaBi clearly has heart eyes for Jungkook, and you piece together this must be the ‘Kook’ Namjoon mentioned she could catch to eat lunch with. He’s handsome with a genuine, boyish smile, and seems like he naturally flirts with her, but you can’t tell if they have something going on or not. 

“Nah, I’m good dollface, I’ll stop by before I leave for the night.”

“Okay,” she turns back to you, still giddy like a schoolgirl. “I’ll send Hoseok-ssi down once he’s finished with Namjoon-ssi.”

She leaves after one last look over at Jungkook, and you notice he misses the heart eyes due to highlighting your username and first-time login information for you on a printout. You sit across from him, and he stands to come beside you and walk you through the information on the print out. 

He’s all legs, muscular with a slim waist, and you really can’t blame NaBi for how she behaved around him, especially if he encourages it with his flirtatious nature. You pass him your tablet, and he taps a few things, showing you how to set up your docu-sign signature and double checks that the VPN is set for security.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything squared away for you, Y/N. Now, obviously, since the plan is a partnership, this email will be used for communication within JinHit, and you can have emails forwarded to your LeeCo. email if that makes it easier to manage communication. I believe we use the same email platform, so it should sink easily at the minimum.”

“Thanks for all of your help, Jungkook. I’ll take care of the rest of this back at my office. Hoseok is probably waiting for me now.” You gather the paperwork he has for you and he walks with you to his office door.

Opening it, you see through to the main floor where Hobi is leaning against a cubicle talking to a man seated at the desk. 

“Ah, here she is now!” Hoseok gestures to you. “Choi Yeonjun, this is my girlfriend, Lee Y/N.”

You try not to show any embarrassment, still not used to being a claimed woman, especially not by someone who seems to find enjoyment in being vocal about it.

“Hello.” Your voice is clear, but your tone comes off brusque, and you take notice of the way Yeonjun glances at Hoseok. It’s a look you’re used to, one that conveys that your ice princess tendencies are showing, but you don’t care. Or at least you tell yourself you don’t. 

“Hey…I’ll see you at the gym later, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, and you raise an eyebrow as you look at Hoseok. You didn’t know he regularly went to the gym. You realize there’s a lot you don’t know about him.

“Yeah, I’ll be there at the usual time.”

“Cool. Nice meeting you, Y/N-ssi.”

Yeonjun gives a small smile at you before turning back to his computer and Hoseok places his hand at the small of your back to guide you out.

“Damn, everyone gets that cute smile except for me, huh?” He asks you as you head back out to his car.

“What are you talking about?”

“The one where you scrunch your nose up, the cute one.”

“I—I just smile, Hoseok. It’s just my face. And I smile at people who deserve it.”

He clutches his heart in mock pain, and you miss the warmth of his hand the last few feet to his car.

The ride is short and the two of you sit out front of your office in his car, debating. 

“We need to meet to discuss the information Namjoon gave us. Are you free tonight?”

“Listen, there’s plenty of time for that. Why would we work after hours when we can just get to it tomorrow?”

“Hoseok. We don’t have plenty of time, we need to get the ball rolling at least, delegate tasks and run reports. I can only do so much on my end.”

“You really know how to ruin the mood.” He runs his fingers through his silky strands, and you hate that he looks good with his hair pushed back. “Fine.” He takes your tablet from your lap and scrolls through the appendix timeline. 

“I’ll work on getting the reports from JinHit’s Entertainment sector and email that over to you as I collect the data. We can meet Wednesday afternoon to review what you found out with how it lines up with your data.”

You flip through your handheld planner.

“That works. I’m available from three to five, but I have something after that, so be on time.”

“So bossy. Never dated someone with your attitude. Or so averse to technology. You should really start going digital, babe.”

“I was under the impression that you didn’t date at all, and I LIKE paper and pen, thank you.”

Hoseok just laughs, opening his door to evade your statement and let you out of the car.

“It’s not very sustainable of you, but I’ll see you on Wednesday, princess.”

It’s only once you’re back in your office when you open the gift bag after setting down the orchids that you see the photo of the two of you taken at the gala, a very intimate pose framed in crystal, a perfect display of your upcoming nuptials.

Wednesday comes fast, with you scrambling to stay on top of all of the operating day to day actions as well as adding additional work to your own employees to run reports on all of the products LeeCo. creates with their ingredients, uses, and directions for individual use outlined.

You haven’t spoken to Hoseok since he dropped you off Monday afternoon, and you’re anxious about meeting with him. You received some of the preliminary reports, but sent an email asking for additional info and you hope that he’s completed it so that you can finish the written report to submit to Namjoon. Your mom has been messaging you nonstop since your meeting with him, asking for updates on the success of the partnership, and you know she isn’t happy that it’s not set in stone yet. 

She complained to you that morning on your commute to work once she had time to process everything expected of you before the partnership went through. 

“It’s ridiculous, Y/N, you’re marrying Jung Hoseok. He’s on the board! Why are they making you go through such lengths?”

“I don’t know mother, but I honestly don’t mind. I like the ideas that they have for us to go sustainable.”

“The whole point of arranged marriages is so that you can avoid this part of business. Back in my day, it was a given that you would work with the company of significant others for those on the board or in stakeholder positions. I almost feel like this is a slap in the face.”

“Well, I told you that I didn’t want an arranged marriage, but—”

“But nothing. You will show them you are worthy and secure this deal. Do you understand me?”

You just let her rant until you could politely terminate the phone call, annoyance radiating off of you as you walk into your office.

This annoyance carries you through the day, and now, with it being five minutes until your three o’clock meet-up with your future husband. It’s no surprise to you when he’s late, but your irritation grows when you call his cell, only to have a woman answer it.

“Hello? Hello?” The voice is sultry and feminine, and despite you not feeling anything near love for Hoseok, a possessive and jealous version of you rises to the surface.

“May I ask who is answering the phone of my fiancé?” You stress the word, hoping to let the harlot know exactly who the fuck she’s messing with. You didn’t expect him to drop all of his thotties right away, but you hoped he would be smarter about it. If you and your company ended up with a tarnished reputation because of him...

“Oh, Lee Y/N-ssi! I’m Hoseokie’s assistant, Lee Ji Eun.”

Of course. Of course he would have an assistant whose voice sounds like a good time in bed.

“And may I ask where my ‘Hoseokie’ is?” you query, a saccharine sweet tone dripping from your lips. “We had a meeting set for three today, and as it’s now 3:12, he’s more than extremely late in my books.”

“I knew he was forgetting something! I’m so sorry, he left his office and went down to the gym. He left his phone with me, so as not to be disturbed.”

“Tell me, Ji Eun-ssi, what floor is this gym on?”

“The 7th floor, he usually goes to the mirrored room to the back of the basketball court.”

“Thank you.”

Hanging up, you order a KakaoTaxi to pick you up and take you on the short trip to the JinHit building.

—

Loud music pounds through the air, and despite being across the court from the door music is pouring out of, you still feel like your skull is rattling. 

Unable to hear the angry clack of your heels, Hoseok doesn’t expect to have you storm in pausing his music. He also doesn’t expect you to seethe with anger quite like you are. Sweating from dancing, when you confront him he stills his movements to catch his breath. 

“You couldn’t be bothered to show up for our meeting?”

He’s dressed like he has no clue that the two of you were supposed to meet today. As if he isn’t the one who chose today to regroup with the reports. The black shirt that is tucked into matching black cargo pants clings to his body thanks to the sweat coating his skin. A black harness straps over his shoulders and buckles at his chest, the material matching the leather of his black boots.  

“Damn,” he pants. The smirk on his face pisses you off, more so for the fact that you’ve never been more attracted to him than at this moment. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s pissed you off for not caring to follow through with what he said he would, you would definitely be feeling hot and bothered for a different reason. “My little princess is mad.” 

“Mad?” You shake, taken deeper into your anger thanks to his use of a pet name at a time like this. “I’m livid! You may not need this deal to go through, but my company is on the line.”

“Sorry, I forgot about it. No big deal, you’re here now.”

“Yes, here. In the gym—instead of a meeting room where we should be reviewing the rest of the information you probably didn’t even compile!”

“Chill out, Y/N, I’m sure that the assistants have already emailed it over. Barely any time wasted.”

“God, how selfish can you be? You put everyone around you at an inconvenience!”

Your temper is getting the better of you, and you step into his space, fists balled by your sides. The moment you say the word selfish, you notice a change in Hoseok’s demeanor. Not backing down, the typically bubbly and laughing man now oozes with an energy you’re not used to feeling from him. 

“You need to chill out, Y/N.” His words are clipped, and his eyebrows furrow as he crowds you, backing you into the wall.

“No! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“And you think you get to boss me around? Call me selfish? Just because we went to school together and we’re getting married doesn’t mean you know me.”

Back against the wall, you feel like a prey animal with nowhere to flee. You don’t know why his actions bother you so much right now. Normally you wouldn’t bat an eyelash; you’re known for being composed. But something about Hoseok and his flippant disregard for women, for work, and for your time makes you snap. So you don’t hold back.

“You’re right. I thought you were supposed to be a man, a CEO. No wonder you let Namjoon acquire your company, you don’t have it in you to be a leader. Just another seat on the board, sitting on your ass while others get the job done.”

Hoseok’s eyes flash as they narrow and he brings himself chest to chest with you as his palm strikes the space above your head. You can feel every curve of his body pressed against you, adrenaline pumping to all of his extremities.

“Watch your mouth, baby. Wouldn’t want to have to teach you a lesson that your ass can’t handle.” He takes a deep breath, struggling to contain his ire and you raise an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Go up to my office.”

When you don’t move, Hoseok damn near growls at you.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’ll be up there soon to have this fucking meeting that’s so precious to you.”

He steps away from you, and you storm off back towards his office as Hoseok takes the much needed space to calm down from your verbal attack. Words he is very used to hearing from his own dad pierce him like no other when heard from you. 

—

Fifteen minutes go by before Hoseok joins you in his office, hair damp from the quick shower he took to calm his nerves. He’s dressed in business attire now, button down shirt tucked into slacks, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’re a little taken aback to see him so well put together, confidence radiating off of him, and you’re irritated that your body automatically responds to how good he looks.

“The report’s on my iPad in my bag. I looked over the entertainment ventures and created a detailed spreadsheet for the products that we currently use, the products that LeeCo. makes, and where they can be utilized throughout the entertainment side.”

Hoseok grabs his briefcase, but pauses to look over at you when he doesn’t hear a response. The look on your face is comical, but he’s not in the mood to be playful with you at the moment. Your words still linger in his mind, and he’s hurt knowing that you think so lowly of him.

“What? Did I do something wrong? Is that not what I was supposed to do for the report?” he asks with a little aggression, feeling a bit self-conscious that he may have gotten the directives wrong.

“N-no, I just...I wasn’t expecting it to be finished is all.”

Hoseok glares at your lack of faith in him.

“Take a seat.”

You sit across from him, pulling your own tablet out. You spent most of Tuesday working on setting up your tablet so that you could start practicing what you want to preach. You’re a little embarrassed to admit that you had to call one of your workers to sit with you and show you the tips and tricks. You open the documents you’ve been working on and grant him access to them.  

“So I started looking into the articles and this is what I came up with for sustainability options within LeeCo. We haven’t really looked much into making things green, so we don’t have a lot that we currently do, but I was able to find several ways to take the company in that direction.”  

You gesture to the list.

“I was thinking it would be good to break it into sections for the presentation. Review what sustainability looks like within a company, then focus on LeeCo. itself with the information we should get back from the report on the trip, before discussing the products listed in this report and how we can benefit JinHit’s entertainment division.”

“Makes sense.” Hoseok offers, following along much to your surprise since he was tapping away at his phone screen.

“So for the products, I was thinking we could choose to reduce packaging or use recycled plastics and cardboard for packaging. We could also look into biodegradable options and refillable packaging for certain items. Offer a discount if people reuse their containers versus buying a brand new one.”

Hoseok nods, and you continue warily, unsure if he’s fully focused.

“For the company, I think it best to move away from paper and utilize online programs, like you suggested to me, so we can cut down on the amount of paper being used, as well as incorporate energy saving options within the building. More natural light and stuff. Offer some benefits to employees who choose to use public transportation or walk to work versus driving their own cars.”

Your tablet pings as Hoseok shares his documents with you, and you’re relieved to see that he has a lot of information typed out. 

“So obviously your company makes a lot of different skin care products, but the ones that would be most utilized in our entertainment sector are the main makeup items. Those are in the first sheet of the spreadsheet. I have a few reports in there that give an itemized rundown of the products that were used last year and show how much of each item we use annually. You can tab through and review them, and it’s probably important for you to figure out if your company is capable of manufacturing similar amounts needed.”

You click through the linked documents, shocked at how high the numbers are.

Lip creme, brush cleaner, make-up remover, powder, foundation, concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner...if you can make this deal happen, your company will do amazing. It makes sense. JinHit is one of the leading companies for entertainment in the East. With the amount of films, dramas, and music videos being put out, not to mention the print ads and merchandise for their signed artists, it was no wonder that they could bring your company to the top.

You just have to see through this plan to pitch it to Kim Namjoon and his Board Members, and maybe you can finally make your mom proud.

Friday you meet with Kim Namjoon, combining all of the information gathered by you and Hoseok into one report. You have to stop yourself from printing out a copy, instead creating a document that you share to his work email once you’re all seated in the conference room. 

“I believe that you’ll find everything you asked for in this report.” You keep calm, though you’re super excited about the findings. 

“Excellent.” Namjoon’s finger pages through the document, and you watch as he nods, smiles, furrows his brows, and highlights parts of the report with comments. You and Hoseok both have your tablets out and can see the different notations made as he goes through.

“C’mon Joon, aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?” Hoseok asks, interrupting the CEO’s thoughts. “Just approve it already so we can move on to the next part.”

You reach under the table, placing a tight grip to his thigh as a warning.

“Shut up, Hoseok.” You grit through your teeth, appalled at his behavior. Yes, the two of them are long time friends, but this is still an official business meeting, and you are not as close as they are, despite knowing them for just as long. 

“Oh, lighten up, ice queen. This is all a formality. Joonie wouldn’t tell us no.”

You feel your armpits prick with sweat as Namjoon turns his gaze to Hoseok, his face unreadable. While you can understand the mindset, seeing as your mother also has a similar one, you don’t want to rely on nepotism.

“Hoseok-ssi, while I appreciate the blind faith you have in me to allow you to move forward, it is important that we conduct ourselves appropriately. This is not just an in-house endeavor, but something involving a foreign company to JinHit, and we must be thorough and diligent.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes and you can barely keep your cool. Why is he behaving this way? Hasn’t he figured out how important this deal is to you, as well as the common sense Namjoon shared? Anybody in a leadership role should do what Namjoon is doing. You shake your head at how far from being a CEO he is.

“I’m so sorry Namjoon-ssi, please disregard Hoseok’s words. I really appreciate you taking the time to be thorough with the report. Please let me know if there is anything missing or if you need clarification on anything.”

“No worries, Y/N-ssi. I think your report is great.”

Hoseok leans back in his chair, bored now that you’ve stepped in to suck up to Namjoon. He hates this part of business, the pretentious airs that people put on, pretending as if they don’t know each other. As if everyone in the chaebol circles don’t run in tight knit groups and share nannies who changed their diapers together on play dates. He picks up his phone and ignores the sigh you let out at his action.

You scroll back through the document, eyeing the final comments Namjoon made, and breathe a sigh of relief that they are positive comments to your research and suggestions for sustainability.

“Overall, I think that the research looks good. We definitely have a need for LeeCo. products and your vision for ways to make your company sustainable, despite being preliminary, are great!”

“Preliminary?” you ask, feeling a little deflated.

“Well, to be frank, yes. I think that these are all things that people do currently to go green, and it won’t make your company stand out from the rest. I think that once you travel to Busan, you’ll gain some fresh ideas. Did you get the email of dates?”

You nod, opening up your calendar app. You purposefully left your handheld planner so you wouldn’t be tempted to use it at the meeting.

“I did and I'm clear to travel next week. Four days in Busan, right?”

“Yes, you and Hoseok will head down to SeeSaw Foundation. They have some innovative sustainability options that they’ve researched and also work with companies to help them develop eco-friendly products. I know the daughter of the CEO fairly well, so I’m sure you’ll have no issues once you arrive.”

Hoseok stretches his arms and back, loudly yawning.

“And you said we get to take the company black card right?”

“Yes, you can take the black card. Treat Y/N-ssi well, please, don’t drive her so crazy that she decides to not do business with us. Or worse, she breaks up with you.”

Hoseok stands and pulls out your chair in a gentlemanly fashion.

“I would never, Joon, have some faith in me!”

“You’ll leave next Wednesday, so make sure you get everything you need for the trip before you leave the office, Hobi. Busan is a pretty far drive to forget anything important.” Namjoon reminds him as you leave the conference room. 

“I’ll make sure he’s packed and ready to go. Luckily we still have a few days to prepare.”

With another roll of Hoseok’s eyes at your micromanaging, the two of you depart from JinHit.

Over the weekend, Hoseok sits and reviews all of the information from the reports. He’s so focused that he doesn’t notice when his mom comes into the study off the side of the living room.

“Wow, a sight I thought I would never see. My only son is finally making use of the study.”

Hoseok jumps at the sound of his mom’s voice before trying his best to ignore the comments made.

“Yeah, finally stepping up to the plate, huh? A true leader like father’s always hoped for.”

“Hoseok, don’t be so sensitive. You know what I mean. Before Ji Woo moved in with her husband, she and your dad were the only ones who stepped foot in here. I’m just glad to see you being more active, that’s all.”

“Well, thanks.” Hoseok knows his mom is right; he typically is out of the house on the weekends, ending up on the front page of trashy local magazines or in the WeVerse gossip column. 

“I know you didn’t want this life, Hoseok.” she says, stepping farther into the room to place her hand on his shoulder. “I tried to allow you as much freedom as I could. I let you dance, let you dress how you wanted...I had hoped you would be able to choose your wife. But Y/N is a sweet girl. And smart.”

“I know, mom.” Hoseok looks up at her, and debates whether he wants to open up to her. Settling on getting it off his chest, he does. “You know, I used to have the biggest crush on her. She just carries herself so well, always has. So sure of her next step even when we were in high school. I only felt that way when I was dancing. That’s the only time I feel confident in my footing.”

His mom pushes his hair back off of his forehead in a soothing motion.

“When we would look at the binders, I knew that she was the obvious choice. But a part of me worries that it’ll be like marrying someone who is just like dad. And I don’t want that.”

“Is that why I’m always watching women who are so clearly the opposite sneak out of the house?”

Hoseok can’t fight the way his face reddens at his mom’s words.

“Just in case I’m walking into a marriage that’s lacking in fun and love, I was trying to gather as much of it as I could, before this happened. I can see that my actions may have gone too far sometimes—”

“Sometimes!” She laughs, and Hoseok can’t help but join in with her.

“It was childish, but I wanted to go against dad, prove to him that you can have fun and still be something. I think I just forgot the second part of that.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re headed into a marriage that’s lacking in love or fun. I think you just have to get past this part, the contractual impersonal part of it. Get to know each other on a deeper level and I’m sure that will make all of the difference, honey.”

“Thanks mom.” Hoseok stands up and hugs her, his body engulfing hers tightly as he soaks in her reassuring aura. 

The drive down to Busan Wednesday morning is nothing like you thought it would be. Hoseok leaves you to your thoughts, playing soft music as he drives. You’re so far into your mind, you don’t even notice when his hand slips to your thigh, fingers lightly drumming the beat to the music along your exposed skin.

Once you do notice, you don’t half mind, the drumming giving you a calming feeling the closer you get to the waterfront city. You should get used to physical touch with him anyways, seeing as at some point you’ll need an heir to take over for you.

“Hoseok?”

“It’s Hobi—but what’s up, princess?” he asks, oddly mellow.

“How do you stay so, you know...chill all the time?”

Hoseok chuckles. 

“I just try not to take everything too seriously. You know? If things are gonna be dull, we might as well have fun getting through it. And things always find a way to work out, even if it isn’t the way people want it to be. I learned that early on.”

“Really? That’s an interesting thing to learn as a child.”

He glances over at you before looking back at the road.

“I mean, you’ve probably learned some interesting things about life and love as a child as well, none of us had perfect lives growing up, despite what everyone thinks about our chaebol life.”

You shrug, non-commital to his statement. Slipping back into deep thought, you realize Hobi’s right. Watching your father leave your family, your brother leave the country for this company, your mother forgetting how to be a mom...you learned some pretty interesting things as a child. The one thing you learned the most was that disappointment was inevitable, and you don’t get a choice in the people letting you down.

It’s no surprise to you when Hoseok parks at a very fancy hotel off the coast of Busan. The Signiel Busan to be exact. 

“Isn’t this a bit far from the city?” 

“It’s just for a night. We’ll stay at Lotte Hotel Busan once we meet with the SeeSaw Foundation. I figured I would show you a great sight and spoil you a bit—a sneak peak into what it’s like being with Jung Hoseok.”

You climb out of the car, outwardly ignoring his comment as the concierge comes to remove your luggage and help you into the hotel, but feeling your heart thrum.

—

Scanning the room in front of you, part of you is shocked, while the other half should’ve known. Hoseok made sure to get a luxury suite, but of course, it only comes with one bed.

“Really, Hoseok?” Your voice is laced with annoyance.

“Hobi—and yes. Rumors would spread if I got us a room with two beds. The girls are already in disbelief that I’m off the market. Let’s not create any more drama, huh princess?”

He tap dances across every single nerve you have, and you’re soon to be stuck with it—for better or for worse.

“Get even remotely close to me and I’ll make sure you sleep on the floor.”

“Aye, aye captain!”

It’s late afternoon, the trip taking longer than either of you expected, so you decide to rest in the hotel. Deciding on a nice, hot bath, you start the tub and gather your personal tablet to watch a relaxing show while you soak. Adding scented epsom salt to the water with bubbles, you undress and wrap a towel around you while you wait for the tub to fill.

You’re just sinking below the bubbles when you hear Hoseok walk into the bathroom, talking loudly to you.

“How long are you gonna be in her—”

“Don’t you know how to knock?!” 

You cross your arms across your chest despite the bubbles hiding you fully.

“Please, we’re going to live together soon. And if you plan to give our families heirs, you better get used to us being naked around each other.”

You scoff, trying to hide the way your thighs clench at the thought. He stands shirtless in the bathroom staring down at you, and you feel vulnerable, but oddly okay with it. Part of you wishes he would do something crazy, like climb into the tub with you. 

He doesn’t though, just moves to turn on the shower that sits behind the tub you’re in.

“Well, since you’re just getting started, I’m gonna take a shower. We have a big day tomorrow and I want to be well-rested.”

You’re shocked but hide it, instead opting to nod at his words.

“Agreed, I’m just trying to calm my nerves and then I’ll head to bed.”

“No peeking!” Hoseok teases, walking with his towel into the large shower. The marble wall hides his lower half as he disrobes and throws the towel over the top of the glass. 

You turn back to your iPad, trying your best to ignore his very nice physique in the reflection.

—

The night is more intimate than you expect with Hoseok invading your space every chance he gets, from his random shower during your bath to him sneaking a bite of your dinner, to the shared bed you both currently lay in. You’re almost asleep, having had that moment of drifting and peacefulness when Hoseok’s voice quietly creeps into your consciousness.

“Y/N?”

“Mmm?” You shuffle your body in the bed, snuggling yourself deeper into the mattress. 

“I can’t sleep.”

“Close your mouth and hush.”

“Seriously.”

You open your eyes, turning your head to face Hoseok, who is impossibly too close to you.

“Can you...can you play with my hair or rub my back?”

“Hoseok.” You clear the sleep from your throat. “I’m 3 seconds from falling asleep—”

“Then can I hold you? I need skin to skin contact to fall asleep, except for when I drink, and I don't think you want me hungover for our meeting tomorrow.”

Sighing, you nod, turning back to face away from him as he shifts his body to yours. You figure he’ll throw an arm over you or something, and you’re much too tired to push him away when his lengthy frame spoons your form. It’s much too comfortable anyways, and you easily slip into a deep sleep in his arms.

You are slow to wake, body cocooned warmly against a firm torso of smooth skin. An arm, lean but strong, holds you tightly as you burrow further into the mattress. A leg is thrown over yours and you haven’t felt this content since you were little, sleeping between your parents on a lazy Sunday morning.

The other body inhales your scent from where his nose is tucked into your neck and the feel of the air sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. In the sweet spot between wakefulness and sleep, you push back against the body wrapped around you, feeling when a firm pressure applies itself back, slotting in the dip between your buttcheeks.

“Stop...or I won’t be able to.”

Hoseok’s groggy voice plucks you from dreamland and you realize exactly what situation you’re in. You freeze for a moment assessing the situation, then you pull yourself from his grasp, rolling towards the cold edge of the bed. With a nervous laugh, you decide to ignore the situation that almost presented itself, stretching your body after you pull your legs out of the warm sheets and sit at the edge. 

“We slept pretty late, huh?”

“If you think 8:30 in the morning is late, then yeah. Our meeting is at 11, so how about I order breakfast while you shower and then after we both are ready, we can head over to SeeSaw Foundation around 10:30?”

Standing, you face him, making your side of the bed a bit neater as you tug the covers; nerves have you feeling fidgety. You know your mannerisms are not like yourself, so you agree and shuffle off to the bathroom, throwing a “make sure you get french toast!” over your shoulder before shutting the bathroom door.

Maybe a cold shower will be just what you need to help your ice princess exterior return.

You eat breakfast by yourself, enjoying the quiet as you and Hoseok swap places, allowing him some hot water to get clean. You definitely don’t imagine him naked behind the door, choosing instead to shift those thoughts onto the upcoming meeting with SeeSaw. You’re confident, hopeful that this new side of Hoseok that you’re seeing will get you through the next few days.

Your hope starts to dwindle the closer he drives the pair of you towards the oceanview office. Hoseok is loudly talking on the phone while in the car to Jimin, who is perhaps the one Beta Tau Sigma member who encourages the headass behavior, from what you’ve witnessed. 

“Hobi, man, I can’t believe I’ll be losing my best wingman in a few months, who else can I call to tag team the Choi twins?”

Hoseok laughs, and it grates your nerves. Despite it not being your choice, he’s still promised to you, and his audacity to openly talk about his past sexcapades undoes all of the warming feelings you’re beginning to gain.

“Who knows hyung,” Jimin continues, oblivious to the fact that he’s being bluetoothed throughout the entire car, “maybe the ice princess will let you off the leash a little, let you get your dick wet somewhere else if she isn’t giving it to you.”

Hoseok hears the path Jimin’s thoughts are taking as he says them, but his attempt to cut him off is too late. 

The tension fills the car, Hoseok glancing between you and the road as he gages your reaction. You pick up your tablet, choosing to act indifferent. You have a meeting to prepare for. A message from your mother catches your attention as Jimin pauses, understanding flooding through his voice.

“You don’t have your earbuds in, do you?”

“No, dipshit. We’re in the car.”

“Oh, shit. Hi, uh, Y/N. I was just joking, I’m sure you and Hobi will have plenty of wild sex and—” Beep, beep, beep.

Hoseok grins sheepishly at you, finger resting over the red ‘end call’ button on the steering wheel. You barely notice though, instead reading the message from your mom.

Received 10:43am

A lot is riding on this. Don’t screw it up.

—

SeeSaw Foundation is headquartered in a cute two story building with floor to ceiling windows that look out at the coast. You gather yourself, fixing your blouse and skirt from the ride over. Hoseok is dancing around the parking lot, random by-passers staring at him because of both his fancy car and his ability to move well. 

You sigh, ignoring the random sounds he’s making as he dances, and you brace yourself for the meeting with a few deep breaths. 

“Hoseok, can you please?” you wave your hand around, words evading you as you try and explain to this grown man that he needs to be serious for a few moments for once.

He follows you in, and you welcome the AC as a seated secretary greets you.

“Yes, I’m Y/N, and this is Jung Hoseok. We have a meeting with Im Ye-Jin.”

“Yes, I see it here. I’ll take you to the conference room. Follow me.”

The polite woman leads you to the second floor and you sit facing the large windows. Retrieving your tablet, you scroll through your notes, ignoring Hoseok as he talks about the view.

“Woah! Look at these windows, babe, maybe we should get married here in Busan, this view is amazing. Unless you want some wild wedding? I’m okay with anything really, since this is all planned for us anyways. I think my parents have been setting aside money since I was born for the wedding. Maybe we can honeymoon on Jeju Island? Oh, thank you for the water, miss.”

Hoseok finally stops talking as he drinks large gulps of water, and as the secretary leaves, Im Ye-Jin walks in.

“Good morning, welcome to SeeSaw Foundation. I’m Im Ye-Jin.”

“Hello, I’m Lee Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Ye-Jin! It’s me, Hobi! How are you?”

Ye-Jin narrows her eyes slightly; if she were a bird her feathers would have ruffled in distaste.

“Yes, hello Hoseok, I’m well. Surprised to see you here, I didn’t realize you were doing official business now.” Her voice is brusque and you worry about the tone.

“Yeah, my fiance’s company is joining forces with JinHit, so that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, as the comic relief? You’ve never been very serious.”

You interrupt the conversation, not liking the focus very much.

“Well, we all grow up sometime right? And Hoseok has been very helpful preparing for this new venture. That’s where I hope you will be able to help us.”

She cuts her cat eyes at you, a dangerous glint to them.

“Oh? How might I be able to offer help to JinHit?”

“Technically, the help would be to my company LeeCo. Cosmetics. We’re looking to utilize sustainable options for our cosmetics line, and your foundation provides companies with water-responsible options and helps them with becoming sustainable. We would love to learn what you can help us to incorporate within LeeCo., to make for a better Earth.”

You smile, happy you didn’t stumble over your words. You had practiced this speech, and you weren’t expecting it to start with defending your brand, but you spun it to fit your needs.

“Obviously, it will end up helping JinHit though, if you’re marrying into the company,” she concludes, and you start to answer when Hoseok cuts in.

“Really Ye-Jin? Just because you and Yoongi broke up doesn’t mean you need to keep talking about how it helps JinHit. Are you really still salty?”

Hoseok knows instantly he’s pushed too far, but Ye-Jin’s attitude bothered him to the point that he’s rude. 

“Wow, this is just like Yoongi and his best friend Namjoon. Sending their other third musketeer here to bullshit around...” Ye-Jin turns to you, looking as if she thoroughly enjoys telling off your fiance.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N, but I just don’t think I want to work with a company that aligns itself with such...trash.” Ye-Jin gets up and walks towards the door. “I’m sure you don’t need it, but I can call a custodian to show you out.”

You sit there for a moment, truly shocked at the attitude of little miss cat eyes. You see now why Yoongi and her must’ve gotten along so well at first, but you’re equally as certain it was that behavior that led to their break up. Grabbing your purse, you leave the conference room, rushing down the stairs and outside to the car. Your phone rings, and you answer it without looking, praying it’s Ye-Jin saying it was all a joke.

“Y/N. How was the meeting? It better have gone well.”

“Hello to you too, mother. Um, the meeting went as you could expect.”

“Hmph. That doesn’t necessarily sound good to me, Y/N. This deal with JinHit is important to LeeCo. You cannot afford to fail, we cannot afford for you to fail. Do you understand? Cause I’m not sure that you do. We are near bankruptcy, Y/N. So if you fuck this up, and you are unable to make the deal with JinHit go through, you will have single handedly ruined the family business.”

The line goes dead.

Bankrupt? 

You stare at your phone, speechless. 

Unable to handle the stress of the morning, you burst into tears. God, it was just like your mom to put all of the pressure on you. You, who didn’t even want this life to begin with, are forced into a marriage for business gains, but that same business connection will be the downfall of your company. Lord knows when the Jungs find out you’re bankrupt, they’ll probably rethink the wedding plans. 

Your shoulders shake uncontrollably as you cry, and you dial the one person you could blame. 

“Y/N?”

“Taemin-ssi! I can’t do this anymore. It’s not going to work between Hoseok and I.”

“Slow down, sweetie, I can’t understand you. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“We met with a company today, and basically, because LeeCo. is connected to JinHit, she wants nothing to do with us. Honestly,” you recall the meeting, how Hoseok was unprofessional from the start, and you can’t help the way your brain wants to place the blame somewhere, and Hoseok is the perfect scapegoat.

“It’s all Hoseok’s fault. He’s no CEO. He was so casual in the meeting, informal and brought up her break up with the head lawyer of JinHit. So of course, she doesn’t want to work with us. She wants to spite her ex and in turn, I’m going to lose my company because of it!”

You know you sound near hysterical, tearstained and yelling into your phone in the side alley, but you’ve never gotten to just scream and let it out. You feel so overwhelmed with all of the stress of the past few weeks, since you found out about the pending nuptials, that you can’t stop the word vomit as it pours out. 

“I hate him, Taemin-ssi! He ruined it. He’s not cut out for this, and it’s cost me everything.” You pace the alley, walking away from nearby pedestrians.

“You know, I never, NEVER get to choose anything in my life. Every choice is made for me. And I just roll with it, you know? Never complain, do what’s asked of me. Take over as the COO of the company as soon as I graduate, sure, marry Hoseok, FINE. But look at where that’s gotten me now. I didn’t choose this—I didn’t choose him! I’m so—”

“Y/N, sweetie, take a deep breath.” 

You comply, taking three for good measure.

“Actually,” Taemin hesitates, but decides you need to know this. “You did choose him. You know I’ve been giving you these binders for ranking every few years since you were 15. And each time, at fifteen, eighteen, twenty-one, twenty-five...Y/N, Hoseok has been on that list every single time. He’s the only one I kept on the list each time. Because you rank him first, every single time. You chose him every time.”

This information sends you on an internal tailspin. Your brain spirals through what you can remember of your previous binders, and you remember seeing Hoseok’s heart smile at fifteen with braces smiling from his binder, prep school uniform on display. At eighteen when he grew into his face, learned how to style his hair and his braces came off. At twenty-one, when he dyed his hair red as a dare to raise money for the arts while he was in Beta Tau Sigma in college. 

And you remember it, ranking the binders and choosing Hoseok, who you had a slight crush on at fifteen years old, first. And when you saw him begin to take on this womanizer role once he formed a jawline, you stopped crushing on him as hard, locking away your feelings, but still unable to put anyone else above him on the list. 

Even now, you think over the other men you were being potentially matched with, and no one held a candle to Hoseok. And no one was in charge of that, but you. 

“All this time...I didn’t realize.”

“Because once it started to become more real, you hated the idea of an arranged marriage. But it’s not always a bad thing. Because at the end of the day, you did get a choice. And I don’t know anyone like you who took the time you did to sort through and read up on your matches, ranking them thoughtfully and thoroughly. You could have chosen any of the guys I sent you. But you kept choosing Hoseok.”

“But, he’s not—”

“Look, you need to stop telling him who he is, and let him figure out who he is. You can’t control Hoseok, sweetie. You can only control yourself, your actions—”

“And how I react to things, yes I know.”

“So go to Hoseok. I think there's a lot that you need to tell him, and you need to stop thinking you already know him. You know of him, but he’s still growing, just like you are. Let him develop into the CEO he needs to be, better yet, help him, and let your relationship develop with him. I think he’s just what you need.”

“But...what if he’s just like dad?”

It comes out in a whisper, your biggest fear finally voiced. Because letting someone like Hoseok in means risking losing that sunshine from your life. Sunshine that has the ability to melt your ice princess facade and if you were to lose that protection... You’ve experienced it before and have no desire to experience it twice.

“Oh, sweet girl.” Your godfather’s tone makes your eyes water, and you look up, trying to blink away the tears.

“Your dad, he didn’t leave because he didn’t love you. He loves you so much. ”

“So much he just sends a card for my birthday when he remembers it?” you sniffle, and Taemin hates that his best friend, who created you, his wonderful goddaughter, is also the one who created this fear in you. 

“Oh honey, your father, like all of us—he’s human. He’s not perfect, none of us are. Hoseok isn’t either. I’m not saying he won’t hurt you, or you him. But don’t let your parents' relationship have you predict your own. I know the Jung family well, and I think you and Hoseok will be great for each other.”

You wipe your eyes, letting out a soft laugh at his words.

“You are a matchmaker right?”

“Exactly, so take my word for it, okay?”

“Okay, daebu.”

“Call me later, okay? I’ll talk to you again soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your conversation with your godfather is eye opening to say the least. It’s opened up old wounds but also brings some much needed clarity to your life. It isn’t a magical ‘fix everything’ pill, but it definitely helps ease some of the tension you’re feeling from the day. 

You walk back down towards the parking lot where the car is, finding Hoseok leaning against it, looking worriedly at his phone. When he hears your heels cross the asphalt, he looks up and you watch as his face smiles in relief to see you.

“Hey, I know that didn’t go well, but we can figure it out, we still have time.”

“Can we go to the hotel? I—I want to talk about some things with you, and freshen up.”

Hoseok nods, shocked to see your calm demeanor; your tears have done their job to put you at ease. He opens your door to allow you entry, and you settle in as Hoseok drives you to the next hotel.

Talking to Hoseok is more daunting than you can prepare for. After checking into your hotel, you change into lounging clothes and curl up on the bed. Once again, he’s booked a King Bed suite, but you don’t say anything. Hoseok sits on the bed with you, and you play with your fingers as you think of where to start.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. Towards you. I—I know I’ve been a bit of a bitch, and I don’t mean to be.”

Hoseok smiles at you, encouraging you to continue.

“My mother called me.” You hesitate to continue and he reaches out a hand to hold yours. “If we don’t get this deal, Hobi, we’ll be bankrupt. I didn’t realize we were having financial issues. It’s why my mother has been on my case so much with closing the deal with JinHit.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I wanted to blame you, trust me—I did for a few minutes. But it’s not your fault. Or mine. Ye-Jin had it out for us as soon as we arrived, because of her past with Yoongi.”

“Yeah, I had that feeling as well. Her attitude was through the roof. But don’t worry, Y/N, I know everything will work out. We still have two days.”

You giggle, laughing at the face he makes to soften the seriousness of the situation. You realize how nice it is that he’s there with you, his humor helping to ease your stress, but you really wish he could solve this problem for you. For once it would be nice for someone else to take the lead and problem solve. You’ve always wanted the person you marry to be a true partner in every sense, someone that you can trust to take the lead when you’re at your wits end.

You sigh. “Thanks Hobi. I appreciate you making me feel better. I just struggle with the whole ‘it’ll work out, just wait and see’ because while that’s usually true, it’s because I did something to make it work out, you know? I feel like I’m always problem-solving, and it would be nice for shit to just work out without feeling like I’m running around all day to make sure it does.”

“Look, I’m sorry for how I was today. If I’m honest, I was really nervous. This is the first time I’ve been entrusted to do something for the company in a serious capacity, and I just kept thinking about how I’m not the CEO-type that my dad wants, wants me to be like him, but I just want to be myself. I think if everyone could let me figure out who that is, then I could show a different side of me.”

“I think I’d like to see that side of you.” You wiggle your fingers with his, playing with them mindlessly as you speak. “I think that I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out how to be in control of everything, I’ve stopped enjoying it. I just want people to take me seriously, but without having to be serious all of the time.”

“And I’d like to be the kind of man you can depend on...I want people to take me seriously without having to be serious all of the time, too. I think we can help each other with that.” Hoseok leans towards you, his hand gently brushing loose tendrils away from your face.

You lean into his touch while closing your eyes, preening at the warmth of his skin, and he moves closer to you. When you open your eyes up, you realize he’s only a breath away.

“Like meet each other halfway? I think I’d like that a lot.”

Time seems suspended as the space between your lips closes. You sigh into the kiss, his lips soft and pliant as his body gravitates into your space. His hand pushes deeper into your hair, free hand moving to wrap around your back to brace your body as the two of you move together on the mattress to a reclining position.

Spreading your thighs, Hoseok settles himself into the space you create for him and you enjoy the way his weight settles evenly into you. His lips move with yours, allowing you to fully taste him. A nip to your bottom lip makes you moan, and he chuckles as he moves his kisses to your neck and collarbone, with his hands sliding up under your shirt. 

“No marks, please,” you ask, and he pulls away, eyes meeting yours with a serious look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to let go? Let someone else be in control?” He asks almost sternly, and you smile sheepishly.

“Fuck, fine.” You lay your head back into the pillows and he smiles down at you. “You’re right, of course, here I go again trying to control everything.”

“Let me be in charge, baby. I can make you feel real good, okay, princess?” Hoseok strokes the hair framing your face gently, and you preen into his touch.

You nod, feeling an overwhelming need to let go and trust him. So you do.

Hoseok eases you out of your shirt, eyes alight as he takes in the way your breasts fall softly into plump mounds on your chest. You feel how pleased he is with the sight as his length presses against your core and you involuntarily rut against him, causing your breasts to bounce gently. 

“You’re beautiful, baby. You don’t know how patient I’ve been.”

“So are you,” you counter, eyes raking in the way Hoseok looks above you, the setting sun highlighting his hair into a halo above you. 

He kisses you softly, full lips trailing open mouthed kisses across your collarbones and then down your chest. His tongue is warm, swirling pressure across your skin as he teases at your nipple before kissing down your tummy. His hands play at the waistband of your pants, and you lift your bottom to allow him ease of access to remove them from your body. 

Fully naked, Hoseok’s eyes get their fill of you, enjoying the way you don’t hide away from him, instead staring him down with heat in your eyes.

“Doesn’t seem fair that you’re still dressed.”

He nods and sits up, pulling his shirt off in that sexy way that men do: one arm reaching backwards to grip the shirt and relieve himself of it in one swift motion.

“Don’t worry, baby, soon. I know you want to see J Hobi’s hot bod. Meeting each other halfway, right?”

Resuming his position, he nestles himself lower between your thighs and you almost think he’s about to take his time, savor it, but you soon realize what he meant when he said you had no idea how patient he’s been. 

He dives straight to your core, tongue lapping at your folds as his palms keep your thighs spread open for him. You arch, pushing yourself further into his mouth and he doubles down; you can feel your leaking slick and his saliva leak down between your cheeks. 

Hoseok is uncontrolled, tongue flicking rapidly at your clit as he submerges two fingers into you. His fingers' rhythm pulls you to the edge, and when he looks up at you, a piercing gaze as he pulls his lips away from you, he taps your g-spot repeatedly.

“Let go for me, princess,” he says, voice deep with desire as he watches you break. The sight of him, so hungry for your orgasm and the lewd squelching sound of him filling you tip you over the edge. With a shuddering moan, you feel yourself let go, and the bliss that follows is everything you didn’t know you needed.

Hoseok doesn’t back down though, instead continuing to finger fuck you through it, kissing your clit until your mewling in oversensitivity. 

“That’s it, pretty girl...let me have all of it.”

“I did!” you cry out, legs shaking as you fight the pain and pleasure that keeps you from pulling away.

“You can give me a bit more, I know you can, angel.”

“Hob—fuck, Hobi, please don’t stop!” 

You feel the sudden pressure, an urge to release and a well-timed flick of your bud has you cursing his name loudly as you squirt, for the first time ever, and Hoseok laps it up, talking you through it as your hips buck into his fingers and he slows his pace. 

“That was so hot, baby, you’re so fucking hot.”

He kisses your tummy softly, and in your delirious post orgasm bliss, it doesn’t tickle like it usually would, and you run your fingers through his hair languidly in thanks for the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He continues to kiss your body, trailing kisses up until you’re tasting yourself on his lips. 

In all of the dizzying kissing, you don’t realize he’s already shed his pants, his cock dragging itself deliciously through your soaked folds as he positions himself in your sweet spot. You kiss his neck, uncaring of what it could leave behind; when you get down to it, he’s yours afterall.

“I want you so bad,” you say against his neck, and he huffs as he shifts to line himself with your entrance.

“Look at me, baby,” Hoseok tells you, and you follow, opening your eyes as his hips push forward, his length filling you completely. The slight discomfort of him stretching your walls wider than his fingers were able to didn’t make it feel any less amazing. 

“Fuck, Hobi, you never said you were—”

“So big? So good? I don't like to brag, baby, but you’re pretty lucky.” 

He bottoms out in you with a groan, and grits his teeth as he pulls out slowly, enjoying the way your walls fight to keep him buried in you. Your body welcomes the intrusion, and welcomes the heat of his hands and mouth as he cups a breast and teases the opposite nipple.

“I’m lucky too, this warm, tight pussy just for me...fuck princess, I knew you were gonna be better than I could ever imagine.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Hobi,” you demand with labored breath, tired of his teasing. 

“Hey, I’m in charge tonight, okay?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow, but you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your feet and squeeze, causing him to fill you.

He groans as your walls reflexively pulsate around him and you moan sinfully in his ear.

“As you wish, princess.”

Each drag of his cock leaves you dripping. His thrusts are powerful, hips rolling as he takes turns alternating the angles of them while pounding you into the plush hotel mattress. The look of surprise that takes your face when he takes his hand and wraps it around your throat matches his own when you don’t push his hand away and when you keen loudly, gushing around his cock at the way you let go and put your faith in him.

Hoseok has never seen you look more beautiful, and he’s never had an angel writhing in pleasure underneath him like you before. Every time he buries to the hilt you can’t stay quiet at how good he’s making you feel, and you can’t help the obscene sounds your body makes as you listen to the way he talks to you, praising you for being his good girl, his perfect princess, and it's not long before you’re giving him another climax, letting him own your body. 

His thrusts are growing sloppy, and you whine when he pulls out of you. Pliant from your most recent orgasm and lost in the heady lust, he easily flips you onto your front, hands on your hips to settle you into the position of his choosing. When he slides into your leaking center, you feel him much deeper than before, and he doesn’t hold back, drilling you from the back.

“I can’t, please, please—”

Hoseok goes impossibly harder, and your head is pressed into the headboard as you bite the pillow and try to muffle the moans.

“C’mon princess, let me hear how good I’m making you feel. You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like this.”

Your head is facing sideways, hair falling loose and clinging to the sweat on your skin. Hoseok looks similarly, sweat on his honeyed chest that you can feel as he leans down onto your back as he takes his last few thrusts.

The sound of your heavy breathing replaces the sound of skin slapping skin as he empties himself inside of you, his hot load overflowing from where your bodies meet. You can feel when his softening cock pulls out of you, and you shiver in overstimulation.

You don’t know if minutes, hours, or days pass, but you finally come back to your senses as you feel Hoseok softly kissing your nape and shoulders, nuzzling his face into your neck. He’s pulled your bodies into a cocoon on top of the sheets allowing the overhead fan to cool your bodies. He’s spooning you from behind, fingers playing with your hair gently.

“You okay?”

You hum a reply, nodding as your eyelids flutter. Your body still feels like gelatin, but you feel good, really good. Sated and satisfied. 

“You did really great, princess. You were such a good girl for me.”

“Mmhhmm.” You smile lazily, proud of yourself as you fade into a much needed nap after your very long day.

—

Hoseok lays next to you, his hand carding through your hair as he watches you sleep. You’re always so pretty to him. He thinks about what you told him, and he wishes there is something he can do to ease the slight furrow to your brow and the pout that rests on your lips. 

Even in slumber, after Hoseok did what he could to soothe you, you wore your worries. Using his thumb, he strokes the space between your brows and watches as you let out a cute sigh and relax. 

The sound of Hoseok’s phone pinging causes you to stir, rolling over in the bed facing away from him. 

“Shit.”

He leans over, grabbing his phone from the bedside table so that he can silence it. Yawning, the screen lights up with a vibration as another notification rolls in. Hoseok eyes the messages, stealing a quick glance at your sleeping form. 

Slipping from the bed quietly, he unplugs his phone and crosses the room until he makes it to the bathroom, where he has the number ready to dial as he closes the door and leaves you alone sleeping in the room.

—

You end up sleeping longer than you intended, and wake up close to midnight. Hoseok is next to you, quietly watching a movie on Netflix on the large flat screen mounted on the wall. When he senses you’re awake, he smiles down at you and you slowly separate yourself from where you’re entangled in him as you become more alert. 

“Sorry I slept the rest of the night away.”

“It’s okay, we’ll have plenty of time to see Busan. Plus, we can come back anytime.”

We. Such a strange concept to think of yourself as part of a duo, for so long it had just been you. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that change, but you didn’t have to make any wild changes just yet. Hoseok’s phone vibrates and he reaches for it, a smirk on his face as he types out a fast reply. He angles his phone so it’s impossible for you to see who he’s talking to, but the look on his face makes your heart drop.

You’re sure that while something’s shifted between the two of you, he isn’t done with his playboy ways. Hell, this is the first time the two of you have had an intimate encounter in the brief couple of weeks you had been ‘dating’ and he is known for his...social butterfly tendencies. It’s probably one of his ‘flavors of the week' hitting him up to get a taste...

You can’t stop the thoughts that you have as you settle into the comfortable silence with him, the thoughts that have you second guessing both Hoseok and yourself. Was having sex with him what you should’ve been doing instead of going back in to Ye-Jin and demanding her help? 

This is so unlike you. 

Determined to make up for the lost time, you decide you’ll wake up early and march back to SeeSaw Foundation. You aren’t going to lose your company. Hoseok finally sets his phone down and his arm pulls you closer to him, getting comfortable as his eyes start to droop, and you give yourself the rest of tonight. 

‘Enjoy it while his time is yours,’ you think to yourself, knowing that with the rising sun causing the moon to disappear, so too will today’s encounter. 

Ye-Jin doesn’t look surprised to see you the next morning, but she is taken aback as you speak to her. 

“I know you may not like JinHit Entertainment for your own personal reasons, and honestly, the way that you behaved yesterday, letting your personal feelings get in the way of business? It was not very professional, and I almost felt like it was better to let it be.”

Ye-Jin raises an eyebrow at your bold words and tone, but lets you continue 

“But I am trying to learn to give second chances. SeeSaw Foundation does a lot of great work for this country and its environment. I want to make LeeCo. a company that its consumers can say they are proud of supporting by buying our products. I want consumers to choose LeeCo. because we are the best company, both because of the quality of our products, but because we leave this world a better place than when the company was founded.

“So, I will extend my offer once more. I would like to formally receive instruction from SeeSaw Foundation so that we can have a mutually beneficial outcome. You’ll receive the grant money from the government which allows you to fund research and continue your practices by offering companies sustainable options, and my company will benefit from said sustainable options and practices you provide us.”

Ye-Jin sits watching you, fingers steepled in front of her as she leans back in her chair. 

“You have a lot of nerve coming back in here like this, but I like nerve. I’ll have Nayeon meet with you this afternoon. She is the one who works closely with our companies in the northeast part of the country. She’ll discuss your company and its goals, as well as its practices with you. I know that you leave tomorrow, so if you are willing to stay late tonight with her, she can complete the report for you and email it over in the morning.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. You did it. 

You agree to her terms, promising to be back at noon for your meeting with Nayeon. Ye-Jin produces a tablet, where a contract is pulled up for you to sign. It details the agreement between your two companies and that the services rendered from SeeSaw Foundation are paid for by the grant the government provides. 

You scroll through the services, making sure that you see that a report will be provided to you within 24 hours of your meeting with their representative, Nayeon, and that the report will outline everything Namjoon had asked of you to provide for him in your presentation. You also note that Nayeon will be taking you to one of the nearby companies so you can see how they’ve implemented some of the sustainable practices. 

No wonder you would have to stay late to get everything done. You could get mad at Ye-Jin for wasting all of yesterday, but you look at the bright side. Being busy all day meant you could avoid talking to Hoseok about yesterday.

You sign the e-document and Ye-Jin walks you out towards the reception lobby.

“Thank you again Ye-Jin, for meeting with me, and changing your mind.”

“Don’t thank me, Y/N. Thank your fiance. He called me last night and reminded me of the benefits of working with you.”

You know you look shocked, and that's what prompts Ye-Jin to continue sharing.

“Working with LeeCo. will provide grant money, increase our numbers for revenue to be made in the future when people find out about your collaboration with JinHit, and effectively, this puts JinHit in my debt, and I love when I have the upper hand on Min Yoongi.”

She smiles a cheshire cat smile before turning to walk the opposite way from the lobby, leaving you speechless.

When you get back to the hotel, Hoseok is freshly showered and almost dressed. 

“You clean up well.”

“I just figured I should look presentable for when things work out and you save the day.”

“You mean when you save the day.”

You walk over to Hoseok, giving him a hug. With your face squished to his chest, he can barely hear what you say, but he can make out the gist of it.

“Thank you, Hobi. You didn’t have to do that, but you did.”

He kisses your forehead, an endearing action that has you feeling like maybe there was some hope for the two of you. 

“Of course I did. I said I wanted to be someone you could depend on, and I meant it.”

—

The day goes by fast. You and Hoseok meet with Nayeon, a tall, voluptuous woman who has a very no-nonsense demeanor. You worry a bit about Hoseok and how he’ll behave, but he spends most of the time quietly buried in his phone. 

It irks you a bit to see him not fully paying attention, especially since part of you fears he’s texting other women, but you prefer this to him acting out trying to be the funny guy and making more issues, so you don’t say anything about it. Nayeon, despite being serious, was helpful, and provided you with a lot of hands-on information for your company as you tour one of the locations nearby that utilizes SeeSaw Foundations practices.

That evening, you sit with Nayeon in her office going through the documents you have of your company, identifying what you can change and improve on. She works in tandem with the document that outlines the report she will email over to you, getting as much of it complete as she can before you and Hoseok head back to Seoul. Hoseok continues to sit on his phone, once stepping out to take a phone call that seems to last ages; you have to ask Nayeon to repeat herself several times while he’s gone as you can’t seem to focus on the task at hand since you’re questioning what kind of call Hoseok is making out of earshot. 

The sun sets over the Korea Strait, and once it’s fully dark, Nayeon waves you and Hoseok goodbye, promising to finish up the report and have it over to you by mid afternoon the next day. You and Hoseok head to a small restaurant to grab something to eat, but your brain is so tired from everything you learned today that you don’t interact much with him. Once back in the hotel room, you wash up and head to bed, falling asleep before he’s done with his turn in the shower. 

The trip back home is as fast as a 3 hour trip can be, but a migraine that settled in while you were sleeping has you down for the entirety of it. Hoseok is understanding, and once he drops you off at home, you head back to bed after taking some medicine to hopefully sleep it away. 

Hoseok, on the other hand, feels restless. These past four days with you were eye-opening to say the least, and he wants to talk with his father about it. Unfortunately, his dad is unhelpful, as he’s left on a trip with his mom. Hoseok reaches out to Namjoon, who meets up with him for a drink.

“So, how was the trip to Hobi?” Namjoon cuts straight to the point, never one to sugar coat things.

“It was...well, to be honest it was great. I think Y/N’s starting to like me back at least.”

“Well, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I mean, yeah. But I still feel a little confused at the same time. I—you know I had a crush on her back in high school, right?”

Namjoon nods, bringing the draft beer to his lips for a long sip.

“Well, originally I was against us being forced to marry because I know how that can turn out. I don’t want anyone to resent me, let alone the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.”

“I won’t lie, this is a little surprising.”

Hoseok sighs, knowing his long-time friend would be confused by his words. Hoseok has never opened up about his thoughts this way. 

“I know, I guess a part of me always knew my parents wanted to set me up. So I thought what was the point of dating anyone when I knew that would most likely blow up in my face. I saw my sister date and fall in love, just for her to have to marry someone else. She cried for weeks, and no one cared that she felt that her life was ruined, and on her wedding day she walked down that aisle and said ‘I Do’ to someone she didn’t love, while the person she actually loved vowed never to talk to her again for breaking his heart.”

Namjoon whistled low, unaware that this had all happened. He had attended his sister’s wedding ceremony and reception, and would never have known that this had gone on behind closed doors.

“So that’s why you decided to sleep around with women instead of trying to settle down?” 

Hoseok nods. He knew Namjoon would get it.

“Partly. It was safe. No strings attached. No way to get hurt. ”

“I understand, Hobi. That’s tough. But, if she’s falling for you, why are you worried? Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Because what if it’s not real? What if she ends up meeting someone she thinks is better and still ends up resenting me? My parents aren’t the best examples of showing a loving relationship...and she deserves that. What if I somehow fuck it all up?”

Hoseok grabs his whiskey and downs it. It’s the only alcohol he can tolerate, and Namjoon watches wearily as his friend asks for another round.

“There’s always chances of fucking up a relationship, even without an arrangement or having the best parents as an example. We make our relationships what they are. If you don’t want to be like your parents, you have the ability to make sure you turn out how you want to. It’s gonna be work, you might need couples therapy or something to learn how to communicate with each other effectively or to help get through big issues, but that just shows you’re committed to the relationship, to her. I think she’s really good for you, Hobi. I’ve never seen you work so diligently in my life.”

Hoseok laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes where they had fallen.

“Yeah, I know. It’s different, but in a good way. I’m still worried I’m not ready yet to let go of my freedom, but I feel like she makes me want to be.”

“Spend some more time with her, keep getting to know her on a personal level. Maybe she’ll let you in and you can finally tell Yoongi she’s not an ice princess.” Namjoon wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and when he sees Hoseok’s ears turn red, he laughs loudly, eyes taking a crescent moon shape in happiness.

“You already melted her, didn't you?”

“Listen, a lot happened on this trip, man. But whoever made bets about it owes me a cut of the money. I know you guys too well.”

Namjoon laughs again, shooting a text to Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung, asking them to pay up.

The following week you spend preparing everything for the presentation for the board members. You barely get to talk to Hoseok since you’ve been back, but he doesn’t reach out to either and you’re sure he’s off texting his other women and being perfectly content now that he’s back in Seoul. Why else would he have been on his phone so much while you were in Busan? And then seemingly ghost you after he got your goodies?

So consider you surprised when you receive a calendar invite from Hoseok on the morning before the big presentation. The invite is simply labeled ‘DATE’, with the time and location listed. Hoseok includes a small note with the email, letting you know he’ll be picking you up from your house later that evening.

You feel your chest respond with flutters to the invite, feeling excited about it, but also wary. The two of you haven’t talked about what happened on the trip, and you felt like something had shifted between you, but you didn’t want to be wrong. The fear that you had of opening up to others wasn’t gone just because he gave you the orgasm (or several) of your life. If anything, you felt a little more scared because now you were vulnerable to being hurt.

Hoseok is prompt when he picks you up, eyes unwavering as he takes in the way your dress hugged your body in all the right places. You cling to your small clutch, unable to deny the way the lust sparking in his eyes is affecting you. You squeeze your thighs together, an action his hawk-like eyes don’t miss, but he keeps it to himself, choosing instead to exit the car and open the passenger door for you. 

“You look amazing bab—Y/N.” He says, and you nod with a smile at the way he so easily calls you a pet name. You want to tell him it's okay, but for some reason you feel shy.

“Thanks, Hobi. You do too.”

He hums in response, happy that you’re calling him Hobi and not Hoseok—like his dad—turning up the music slightly before resting his hand on your exposed thigh. His fingers settle into the slight space between your legs from how you’ve sat in the car, and you can’t help but feel the heat from the way his fingers lightly trace back and forth on your skin. 

It doesn’t take long to get to the restaurant; you’re ashamed to admit you don’t care much to stay here long. They’re not serving what you’re craving. You go to the bathroom once you’re inside, spending a few minutes to calm yourself down and compose yourself.

It’s easy for the two of you to fall into step as you’re led to your booth. The seats along the narrow hall are curved for privacy, with space enough for the wait staff to pass with trays of food. You scoot into the plush seat next to him and once you’ve been poured a glass of wine, you turn to Hoseok expectantly.

“I, um, figured this would be a good time for us to both go out and talk about the presentation tomorrow,” he says, rubbing his hand on his neck. You nod, sitting back comfortably.

“I think everything is ready for tomorrow. I shared the presentation with you so that you can review it, but I put in all of the information that was needed from both of us, so you don’t have to worry.”

Hoseok furrows his brows.

“You know you could have shared the file earlier. I would've been more than happy to include the parts that were assigned to me. You know you don’t have to do everything on your own.”

The look that he gives you makes you feel like he’s talking about more than the project.

“I’m just used to doing things this way. And it means so much to my company, I just want to make sure it goes flawlessly.”

“And you don’t trust me to make sure it does.” His words are blunt; a statement instead of a question. His tone causes you to look at him, instantly feelling guilt.

“No Hobi, that’s not true. Well, it’s not the whole truth. I honestly am so used to doing things alone. And you’re still new to this role and I just...I’m sorry.” You reach out for his hand and link your fingers together. “I promise next time I won’t leave you out.” 

He squeezes your hand and smiles at you. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you leave me out next time.”

The two of you settle into a comfortable conversation about the presentation and order your meal. While eating, Hoseok can’t help but to ask you about your thoughts on the arrangement.

“Honestly, I was against it for so long, not because of you, but because I see how my parents turned out.”

“Yeah, your dad isn’t part of the business anymore, right?”

“No. He left a long time ago and my mom has been bitter ever since. And I can’t really blame her to be honest. I just wish that his leaving didn’t make her that way. That she had loved me and my brother a bit more, because we had lost half of what we should’ve had.”

Hoseok nods thoughtfully, chewing the last of his food before speaking.

“My parents are also so weird in their marriage. Everything seems so...transactional. It’s just not what I want. But I always knew that I would have an arranged marriage. I just didn’t want whoever I ended up with to hate me, or resent me.”

“You know, funnily enough, I was very close to resenting you,” you admit, the wine you’re drinking having loosened your thoughts slightly. “But it was my godfather who pointed out to me that as much as this was an arranged marriage, that I had a say.”

“You did?”

“Yeah,” you start to laugh, remembering his words. “I was so angry, but then he pointed out that I chose you.”

Hoseok stares at you as you giggle, unable to stop the peals of laughter falling from your wine stained lips. He’s a little on edge, unsure whether to laugh along or be concerned that you were laughing about him being your choice. He waits patiently until you catch your breath and you turn to him.

“I chose you every time I was given the matchmaking binders. Can you believe it? You were my number one choice every time. Like I was Ash, and you were my pikachu.” You giggle again.

Hoseok draws in his breath, looking at you as if you had stars in your eyes. He didn’t realize how badly he craved to be someone’s choice. For someone to look at him, and not see everything that he could or should be, but to see his flaws and all, and still choose him. And to hear that you chose him more than once? That you chose him every time? His hand moves to cup your cheek as he moves closer to you.

“Please, Y/N...never stop choosing me.”

He connects his lips to yours and you melt in his grasp, hands fisting his pressed button down to pull him closer. Your lips slot together between gentle breaks for air, and you can’t get enough of how he tastes. His scent, a soft vanilla that’s just him surrounds you and you almost don’t notice when the waiter approaches your table.

He pulls back from you and you let out a small whine, until you notice the way the girl shuffles from foot to foot.

“Put it on the Jung tab. No dessert tonight, thank you.”

He slides from the curved bench quickly, reaching to grasp your wrist and pull you up too. He wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him, and hands a large bill to the staff. He leans his mouth to your ear as his hand drifts farther down to the small of your back, fingers stopping at the top of the curve of your ass. This is the one time he hopes pictures of him leaving with a woman in his arms make it to the WeVerse App. So everyone will know you chose him, and you belong to him.

“I think we should have dessert at home, don’t you think?” he intones lowly, and the heat unfurls low in your belly as you nod.

————

Hoseok kisses you deeply as he walks you through his house. It’s quiet; his parents are out of town still and he has the place to himself.

Clothing is scattered the farther you make it into the house, until the two of you are both bare in his bed. Your legs tangle as he continues to just kiss you, building your need for him.

“Hobi, please—” you press hot kisses to neck and collarbone as you rut your hips along his thigh that’s between your legs.

“I know baby, but I don’t want you fast tonight.”

He rolls you over onto your back, pulling away so that he can look down at you.

“I want to savor this night.”

When his lips meet yours again, it's slower, and as your tongues curl around each other, you feel your toes curl when his hand slides down your body to reach its destination. He dips two fingers into your heat and you whimper at the precision of his motions. 

“Want you wet and begging for me, angel. Don’t want you to think of anyone else, want you to choose me only.”

“Nghh, I will, please,” you lift your hips to meet his fingers' thrusts, and he grinds his palm into your clit for extra friction. You grip his shoulder and his hair, clinging to him as you build yourself to climax. It’s messy, and you can’t help the shameless way you moan for him as your legs start to shake. 

“Want you to cum on my tongue, princess,” he says, lowering himself as you loosen your grasp on him so he can kiss down your body, until he’s thrown your legs over his shoulders. He has to keep his hands ready when you try to close them around his head. It doesn’t take much for his tongue to alleviate the built up pressure, and you burst as he laps up the mess you make. 

Shivering, you lay there panting as pleasure thrums through your veins. How was he so good at everything when it came to your body?

He lays down next to you, enjoying watching your fucked out expression as you come down from the heights he took you to. His mouth is still glistening from your release, and you reward him with a kiss so lewd, you make sure to clean it all up and swallow down the taste of yourself before kissing down his chest. His eyes grow wide as you grasp his cock, tongue warm and wet as you caress the tip. 

He throws his head back with a groan when you take him fully into your mouth, the muscles of his abdomen tightening as he holds back from the pleasure you give him. Hollowing your cheeks you suck and swallow, choking every so often and adding to the slippery saliva that coats him and your hands as you stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, princess...just like that, fuck—”

Hoseok sucks in air through his teeth, hissing when you speed up. His hands fist into your hair, controlling your movement and he can’t stop himself from fucking your face when your mouth just feels so good. You can’t stop the tears from your gag reflex and it doesn’t take much of the sounds and sight for Hoseok to coat your throat thoroughly. 

You swallow, making a show of it for him and you swear you see little hearts appear in his eyes as he watches you. 

“Princess, you’re so good with your mouth, you naughty little thing...”

You preen at his words, joining him up by his pillows.

“Let me see?” he asks, and you open your mouth, showing him that nothing was left. He looks at you in awe before nuzzling his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, his warmth enveloping you as he lays his body on top of you. You can’t help but squirm a little as he gets a ticklish spot, and he turns it into a soft kiss, a series of pecks that grows into a tongue swirling suction that you know will leave a mark.

But now, you don’t care if it does. You want everyone to know he chose you, and that you chose him too.

This time, when Hoseok moves his body to split your thighs, he takes his time, his hand dragging his cock along your glistening folds as you let out little gasps of sounds as he presses against your now throbbing clit with each pass. You coat his cock, and his own breath hitches when he catches the tip on your opening, dipping inside just enough to feel the snug pull of your walls.

Your eyes lock with his and after a couple more passes, he lowers his body so he’s chest to chest with you. With a slow but steady push, he breaches you, burying himself in your warmth. Once he bottoms out, he pauses, allowing you to acclimate to his size. His lips move with yours lazily, and once he feels your walls relax, he pulls his hips back, smoothe motions as he drives them forward. 

His cock strokes deep and slow, your leaking pussy making lewd squelching sounds as he continues his motion. He hitches one of your legs up by the knee and you feel him deeper in your abdomen, eyes rolling back as he taps your g-spot with a swivel of his hips, his kiss still slow and intense as he bites your bottom lip with a pull. He maintains eye contact as he continues to fill you, and you lift your hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good, angel, so tight and warm...is this the wettest you’ve ever been, baby?”

“Yes, fuck, no one gets me as wet as you...”

“Cause it’s mine angel, no one makes you feel as good as I make you feel, right?”

“Mmhhmm, only you Hobi, only you—”

He makes you moan out the rest of your sentence, and when he pulls himself from inside of you, his cock is soaked, strings of your cum clinging to him before he engulfs himself back into your heat. 

He does this several times, his eyes wide as he watches the way you open for him, taking him so well that he’s close to climax just from enjoying the way that your body seems made to take him. He pulls out, shifting your bodies until you're riding him, body laying over his as you bounce on his cock and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. 

The sounds he makes as you seek your release do nothing but make you ride him harder and faster, until you both climax together in a messy lover’s embrace, whimpers of overstimulation and quiet praises of “that’s my good girl” and “you did so well” filling the room as you settle into each other’s arms for the night.

You pace back and forth, a nervous wreck as you shuffle through the notes you have on your index cards. You know it’s so old fashioned to do, and goes against the sustainability idea, but handwriting your notes has always been a soothing thing for you to do the night before a big project or presentation, and you’ve kept the ritual since middle school. You decide that for such an important presentation, you’ll stick to what you know works.

Soon the room will fill with the board members and a few others who are important to this deal. Hoseok has yet to arrive in the room, but that’s okay, because you came early to set up everything. You didn’t mean to sleep over at Hoseok’s, but the night ended pleasantly well. You had to leave early to swing by your home though to shower and change, and Hoseok was still sleeping peacefully when you left him.

Your thoughts were hard to reign in; everything reminds you of Hoseok. You’ve spent so much quality time together recently, crossing boundaries that you thought would take you a lot longer than they actually did, but you’re only human and the man is built like a god. You laugh to yourself momentarily when the thought of his sunshine personality melting the ice princess comes to mind. Maybe it was a funny joke after all.

All of this leaves your mind and you go blank when the low chatter of the group enters the room. You see the CEO, Kim Namjoon, enter with Khaity, followed closely by Min Yoongi and the one secretary girl who flirted with the CIO Jeon Jungkook...NaBi? The door is closed for only a moment before it swings open again to reveal the CFO, Kim Seokjin, who is leading in the board other members. Several of the men and the one woman in the group look old enough to be your grandparents, and standing out from the group you notice Park Jimin, the youngest board member. 

Setting down your notes, you grab your phone, sending a quick message to Hoseok.

Where are you?

Namjoon stands up and greets the room, quieting the office chatter.

“Good morning everyone, thank you for showing up to this presentation! I have invited LeeCo. representative Lee Y/N to pitch for us a new venture we would like to undertake for JinHit.”

He gestures to you, and you smile at them graciously.

“Today’s presentation proposes the goal to work with LeeCo. in order to provide our entertainment division with the skincare products needed to complete their various tasks. They’ve looked into becoming sustainable and created a presentation to show us what they can do for JinHit.”

In the brief pause Namjoon takes, the glass door swings open again, showcasing a slightly out of breath Hoseok. He runs his fingers through his hair and you can’t help the relief you feel at seeing him and the way your body reacts to seeing him looking so good. 

You blink a few times as he walks towards you, and only when Namjoon starts talking do you tune back in.

“Ah, Jung Hoseok. Our board member who is spearheading this project with Lee Y/N, in order to deliver the most accurate info for how this collaboration can benefit the company. I will let the two of you take it away!”

The small audience claps and you see Hoseok use a small remote to dim the lights so your presentation shines easily for the viewers. 

Clearing your throat, you begin speaking, introducing yourself, the company, and what you and Hoseok were tasked with undertaking the past month or so since you had met with Namjoon initially. Hoseok has his phone out, unsurprisingly, but you knew you were going to take point anyways on this. It means too much to you.

Everything seems to be going well, until you reach a slide that you realize is lacking in information. You realize a second too late that you left your index cards on the table, but to buy yourself time, you elaborate a bit more on what you can remember and gesture with your hands. Walking calmly over to the table, you try and make it a natural movement to grab the cards, but since you try to maintain eye contact with the audience, you miss the coffee cup that Min Yoongi had set down. 

Everything happens so fast. The coffee cup, sitting in condensation from the ice in the americano, slides briefly along the table where it hits the laptop. This causes it to tip the opposite way, which is lucky for the electronics.

Your index cards, made of the finest cardstock, stain a dark brown as the caffeinated beverage spreads over the edge of the table and pools on the floor. The ice cubes add to the sound and makes your embarrassment so much worse.

Yoongi sighs, but produces the brown napkins often given with pastries and caffeine. He kneels down to help you clean up his spilt coffee, and the gesture is quite nice for the often crass and standoffish man. You wonder idly if his new girlfriend has softened him, but the thought goes out of your head when you realize your note cards are ruined.

“Um, why don’t we take a brief intermission? NaBi, can you call for a custodian?” Namjoon says, clapping his hands once.

“We can start again in about five minutes, please help yourself to some refreshments in the back of the room, and I will make sure that we have lids.” Khaity compliments him so well with how she chimes in to provide relief to the awkwardness. Some of the older men stand up and stretch before heading to the hallway; you assume they need the restroom. 

A custodian appears quickly and cleans up the mess thoroughly, much better than you and Yoongi with the coffee chain napkins, and you walk over to the podium, worried.

What are you going to do now? Maybe if you change the slide while everyone is gone, you can skip this part? 

You press the next arrow to see the next slide, but realize the slide you passed is important. It covers the critical information about sustainability that you would implement and how the tax credits would apply to both your company and JinHit, one of the big selling points to get the Board Members to vote yes. 

Sensing Hoseok’s energy behind you, you turn to him, your face expressing how you actually feel. 

“Hey, princess, it’s okay, breathe.” His hands hold your cheeks softly, and he takes a deep breath, wanting you to copy him. You try to slow your oxygen intake, and he smiles down at you. 

“There you go, baby, eyes on me, another deep breath...good girl.”

“Hobi, I don’t know what to do. Those index cards were the only place I wrote down my notes.”

“It’s okay, I told you that I wanted to be someone you could depend on, right? Let me take point on this okay? I’ll go through the rest of the presentation, and you can try and find your notes on the tablet while I talk. If you can't, don't worry. I got you.”

The moment is interrupted when one of the elderly board members clears his throat.

“I would think public displays at work would be banned, but this younger generation taking over has different views it seems.”

His words are said with the intent to be heard, a loud whisper to his neighbor that has Namjoon sending a glare towards the man, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows better than most about calming nervous girlfriends and knows Hoseok isn’t trying to be sexual at this moment. It’s why he called for the intermission; he wanted to provide you with a moment to collect yourself after the coffee mishap.

“Whenever you are ready, Y/N, we can get started again,” he says gently, showing that he’s in no rush and respecting your feelings.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Hoseok steps up to the center of the room, dimming the lights once again. 

You stand at the podium to the side where your tablet lays, and you begin to sort through the various files to see if you can find the information from the report you received. Everything is located in various documents which you had condensed when you made the index cards. If only you had thought to save a copy digitally.

Hoseok’s voice, calm in timbre as he shares the information, pulls your attention away briefly when you notice the captivating way he speaks to the audience in the room. He’s confident, standing tall and making eye contact with the members. He has his phone in his hand, and you can see him glance at it for specific numbers, but other than that, he knows the information without having to look down. 

You watch him, and once he completes the slide he looks at you with a smile. You advance to the next slide and he continues on smoothly, picking up where you had left off easily as if he had made the presentation himself. He appeared to have all of his notes on his phone, scrolling through the information and sharing the details. You stand there in awe at him, and you don’t even feel the urge to step back into the lead. 

He’s doing an amazing job, you honestly didn’t know he had taken in so much information on your trip, seeing him buried on his phone the entire time, you thought he was texting other women or fucking off instead of taking things seriously. Much to your pleasant surprise, he was using his phone to be prepared for the presentation, and had saved your ass in the process. 

You could fall in love with him at this moment.

Falling into the role as his number two, you shift through the presentation for him, and once done, the Board Members who were watching appeared to be impressed, all thoughts about the perceived PDA thrown out the window with how Hoseok stepped up to the plate. 

Namjoon steps in to present the vote to the board, and it doesn’t take long for the consensus to vote a resounding yes to the proposal. Min Yoongi presents you with a finalized contract minutes later on his tablet, and you sign, excited to call your mom with the good news. Before you can step too far down the hallway, Hoseok grasps your waist and slows your walk.

“In a rush?” he asks you with a pout. You turn in his arms, resting your forearms on his shoulders.

“Just wanted to call my mom with the good news.” you say with a smile.

“Well, congratulations baby. You did it.”

He leans in and kisses you softly, smooth lips pressed to yours in contentment. You respond, enjoying the moment with your boyfriend.

“We did it, Hobi. You were amazing up there. You really came in and saved the day.”

“I told you I would. I want to be someone you can rely on. Someone you can take seriously.”

“Well, I seriously can’t thank you enough for being that person for me.” you pepper his face with kisses. “I know that this meant a lot to you also, so I’m really happy for you.”

You look up at him, the way his eyes shower you with his adoring gaze, and you realize why your daebu thought you and Hoseok would be such a good match. You once thought of you two as being too different, opposites like the sun and the moon who cannot exist in the same space.

The reality is that when you step back far enough, your perspective changes. Grounded on earth, the sun and moon are separate, two beings who aren’t compatible. But from space, from everyone else’s view, the sun and moon take up the same area. They are two halves of the whole, a yin yang that complements one another to create a perfect series of events to show the passing of a day, week, month, year. 

And while the sun may chase the moon away, the moon always comes back. Much like how you appear serious and Hoseok is the ‘wild child’, you come together in a way that forms this perfect balance and to everyone else... you’re made for each other. You think you’re finally starting to see it.

“I think...I think I could get used to this.”

“Well, we don’t really have a choice, do we?” Hoseok asks, and you scrunch your nose up in that adorable way that he likes as you giggle.

“Did you forget already? I chose you, Hobi. And I think I want to keep choosing you, every time.”  

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

twelve hours, m | jjk | ... and now

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

this is part ii | click here for part i | total wc: 23k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse and graphic violence, including the reader becoming physically scarred and having panic attacks; rich, this bachelor party is on a fuckin' YACHT, the best man is LOADED; JK and reader interacted in high school; angst and fluff and feels; cheating; this is mostly smut XD; (in part i) high school smut + intense adult smut (fem reader, striptease, semi-public sex at school, nipple play (he's a bit obsessed with them), dry humping, m-masturbation, handjob, cumming on tits (and diamonds), cum-eating, mirror kink, spitting, tit fucking, m-receiving oral, scratching / biting / marking, penetrative sex, doggy); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV

non-idol!AU; film director!Jungkook x wealthy, burlesque dancer!reader — ft best man, art trader!Kim Taehyung; dancer's bodyguard!Kim Namjoon and bodyguard!Kim Seokjin

> eyebrow pierced, tattooed, and long black-haired JK (with undercut) in a black suit because that's what we need in this life > look for TXT's 'you and me and the sky at 5:53' :)

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No.

Don’t leave me.

It was the same then as it was now.

Jungkook reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. Her eyes widened, pivoting quickly on her toe, snapping her heel down and cutting the turn short, black skirt flaring out. The swift glimpse of her legs in the high slit, the gentle bounce of her breasts in the slinky fabric. Her manicured hair bounced, dyed blue-black and giving her skin a surreal quality.

He held on.

Please don’t disappear.

“What?”

Her brows knitted together. She didn’t pull her arm away, but she was steadfast in her posture, not letting him push her around. Not that he ever could.

“He asked me to escort you back,” Jungkook found himself saying. “If not for your sake, then for his peace of mind. I don’t want to be a liar.”

Her features softened.

His fingers around her arm, touching that soft skin once more.

I care. I care a lot.

Jungkook realized that, in a way, he had never moved past those classrooms, those touches, those kisses, those moments.

“You can let go now.”

She said it patiently. Always patient with him despite his overzealous and sometimes clumsy antics, putting up with it even when she didn’t have to. He looked into those eyes and found those walls were falling away, little by little. Winged liner, red lipstick, it didn’t matter, it was the same expression, defiant eyes and hint of a scowl on those lips. Ready to fight, but not him.

She was always a fighter and the opponent was always life itself.

“I don’t want to let go.”

He didn’t expect himself to say the truth, but he did.

She smirked, reaching up, her fingers covering his tattoos for a moment, placing them on the back of his hand. This warmth. This feeling. It was not the same as the rest, and he knew that now.

“Hm, well, you must realize this looks a bit awkward. You wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression, would you?”

Wouldn't want someone to see you talking to me, right?

“You will let me escort you?” he insisted.

She pried his hand from her arm and lowered it, turning the other way.

“You are welcome to do as you like. I won’t stop you, golden boy.”

-

time left: 06:41

He followed you, surrounded by moonlight reflecting off water.

It streamed through the windows, lighting the red carpeted hall along with the dim sconces. You found yourself stepping in each lighted square, avoiding the thin dark beams of the windows, a little game for yourself, like how children avoided the cracks in the concrete sidewalks, except you were on a lavish yacht wearing Louboutins with a handsome man in step behind you.

It was quiet and yet it wasn’t. Small sounds, footsteps, distant muffles of talking through the walls, the faint sound of bass as you walked away from the party, the sound of the ocean ever present, your own breathing.

Jungkook’s breathing.

Familiar.

Once yours.

You looked to your right, to the window, seeing his reflection. His profile, hands in his pockets, tattooed arm standing out against the black background of his clothes, dressed formally but always a bit sheepish about it, as if he wasn’t sure if it looked good on him, but it always did, even the school uniform. He still had the youthfulness about him, even as a man.

Your eyes found his and he was watching your face in the glass of the window.

You stopped abruptly, pivoting on one heel to face him.

Impulse.

Your younger self would have bristled, glaring, accusing the eyes and snapping, what are you looking at?

Jungkook started, realizing you had noticed, and tripped, his black hair suddenly disturbed and tumbling over his eyes as he struggled to catch himself, hands flying out of his pockets.

You caught one, lacing your fingers with his, and gripped tightly, yanking up.

He righted himself, gasping. Looking up, bent over and long legs awkward, somewhat like a fawn trying to get on its legs for the first time. Those big brown eyes, parted pink lips. Familiar.

Your joined hands fell exactly where the window beam was, shrouded in shadow.

“Something on your mind?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

He straightened. You loosened your grip on his hand, but he held on. You frowned slightly, raising your brows.

He swallowed hard.

“Can I hold your hand? Please.”

Back then, you would hold his hand, hiding behind corners and dashing past, holding your breath, light steps, leaping from shadow to shadow, bodies close, breath mixing. Showing him all the secrets of the school that you had found while wandering, a fun little game with a reward at the end, school uniform being shed, skin to skin, his body against yours, his heartbeat in time with yours, his lips on yours.

You shrugged and turned back around, his hand tightly around yours.

-

time left: 06:35

Jungkook held her hand.

In an instant, he looked down, staring at their joined hands.

This was different.

And then he saw them.

Scars, all over the back of her hand. He could feel the scar tissue on her palms too, lines on her fingers even though she was holding him loosely. He had memorized every centimeter of her beautiful hands from back then, and these lines were not here before. These were not scars from living life. These had been cuts, healed now, unseen from far away and even up close. Perhaps they had been filled in with tattoo ink in a color to match her skin tone so they were less noticeable.

No one would know unless they were holding her hand or looking for it.

Without knowing it, Jungkook clutched her hand tighter, a sudden ache in his chest.

He had found bruises on her sometimes.

I fell down the stairs. It's nothing.

He had found welts.

Stupid fight with some dumbass.

He had found a criss-cross pattern of cuts on her leg.

I tried to jump over a fence and fucked up.

He glanced at her other hand loosely by her side. The same. He could even see her palm and there were many, many lines, all over her palm, healed cuts. Drugs? But he knew it wasn’t. Not because he had a romanticized idea of who she would be in his head, but because that was the nice answer.

That was the reasonable answer.

“Oh!”

“Excuse me, miss.”

His eyes flickered upward to see a young woman in a short midnight blue dress pausing, looking from her to him, cheeks flushed, not being subtle about it. The glittery fabric picked up the moonlight, accenting her curves and long legs. Pretty.

But not sensual.

Not immaculate.

Not teasing and sculptural.

The grip on his hand tightened so much that he inhaled sharply, fingers nearly crushed by her hold.

“Have a nice evening,” the woman in black purred, edge of ice indicating the stranger to move along, or, more accurately, fuck right off.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, and yet.

His heart skipped two beats as she dragged him along.

He had no problem looking away from the other woman and fixate on the back of that neatly pinned, blue-black hair, graceful shoulders, corseted waist, swaying hips.

And her hand in his, not letting go.

-

time left: 06:22

“This is it.”

You turned to see Jungkook looking around, mouth open, gawking at the entrance of the intricately carved wooden door. It was one of the grander, first-class rooms. The red doors were much farther apart and the sconces here were glided with glass-blown lampshades, casting swirls of orange across the white walls, dimmed now from the late night.

“It was nice to see you again.”

It was, even with the bitter taste in your mouth that seemed to linger.

His eyes came back to you, dark brown and clear, focused on only your face, long black strands framing his cheeks, the small mole underneath his lower lip trembling.

“I hope you have your happiness now, Jungkook.”

You did.

You felt a strange, unmovable pressure on your chest. The time wasn’t up yet. You could still try. You could keep your hold on his hand and drag him into the room and hold him close to you, skin to skin, lips on his, and show him all you’ve learned. You could. You could see it in those eyes. He would follow you now, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe for old times sake, maybe out of impulse and bad choices.

You let go.

You let go, because you didn’t want to be a bad choice.

Not to him, Jeon Jungkook.

“You were my small happiness, back then,” you said softly, feeling yourself smile.

It was better not to have regrets. At the time, even you didn’t know how important he had been. The thought of being withdrawn from that school and not being able to see him again made you fight back for once, and it ended in the very thing you didn’t want. It fucked up your hands, it fucked up your life, but somehow you found yourself here now, in expensive clothes on an expensive boat with expensive tastes, able to make a choice between selfishness or selflessness.

Maybe you hadn’t changed much after all, since you found yourself choosing the latter.

You turned away and pulled your hand out of his.

Or would have, if Jungkook hadn’t grasped your hand tighter, yanking you back and shoving you against the door of your suite. Your hand automatically raised to push him back, but he put his whole weight on your body, sandwiching you between the door and himself, making you gasp, trapped between dead timber and muscular hardness.

Now his face was in your face, breathing hard, dark brown orbs shaking and shining with wetness.

You froze, lips parting.

“You were my happiness too.”

He was panting, warm exhale on your lips.

“Not a small happiness. The happiness.”

He squeezed your hand like you were going to disappear.

“I didn’t know then, but I do now,” Jungkook shuddered, towering over you even in your heels. He stared into your eyes. “Your smile.”

You blinked slowly, confused.

“Your smile. I’ve never seen it reach your eyes.”

Heart racing, suddenly breathless.

“Except when you thought I couldn’t see, like when my back was turned or my face was turned away from you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, long black hair curtaining your faces, sending you back to the shadows. “I saw it though, in reflections. In windows. In mirrors. In those beakers in the science room.”

Was that so? Had that been you? You made it a point not to smile back then, because there had been nothing to smile about. But maybe… maybe when eyes weren’t on you, maybe when you yourself didn’t notice, but, somehow, Jungkook had noticed.

You realized that your introspection had diverted your attention from him, so you made eye contact again, airless at his closeness. Your eyes and his, lost in sweet dreams.

“I want to kiss you.”

He tilted his head and hesitated.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he said to your lips.

His expression was clouded with shame. It was ugly. It made his handsome features ugly and you didn’t like that. You wanted to make it go away. You closed more distance, fingers pressing down on the back of his hand, your other hand raising and resting on his hip, lashes lowering.

“Then kiss me,” you said to his lips.

-

time left: 06:13

Jungkook kissed her.

From then and now, it was the same.

Euphoria.

But this time, it wasn’t clumsy with colliding teeth and too much tongue that did nothing, sloppy with no purpose. This time, his lips were soft at first and so were hers, breathing in each other’s scent. She smelled warm and musky, like blackberry and evergreens, expensive and lush, but somehow still her, still that girl from back then, comforting and intense, sometimes with the hint of metallic blood, but that never bothered him. Her hand on his hip, stroking it under the layers of fabric, making him shiver, caressing the back of his hand with her fingertips, delicate sigh in his mouth.

The faintest flicker of tongue on the edge of her upper lip, swiping down into his open mouth.

He moaned, feeling the strong wet muscle thrust into his lips, coaxing his tongue, teasing, pressing her body to his, breasts against his chest, their deep open necklines exchanging heat in the air between their skin but not quite touching, and he found himself letting go of her hand, reaching up to grab her breasts.

Her fingers closed around his wrists, forcing him to stop.

He gasped in her mouth, eyes opening.

“They’re not stress balls, Jungkook,” she snickered.

He was breathing hard, ribcage shuddering, heartbeat thundering in his ears, getting louder as he realized her red lipstick was a little messed up, feeling the stickiness on his own lips.

“You need to slow down. You can’t just grope me out in the open.”

His impatience spoke for him.

“Why not?”

His voice was low, octave deepened from lust.

Her lips curved into an amused smirk. “Oh? You have changed. You used to be so worried about someone seeing us. If anything, you should be more worried now, considering your beloved.”

“She’s not my beloved.”

She was still holding his wrists, but her head tilted, watching his eyes carefully. He sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the guilt.

“We… we thought it would be a good idea. Because our friends told us we look nice together. It would help her career. I wouldn’t have to invest too much into it.”

He felt ashamed, but he didn’t look away because he didn’t want her to think he was lying.

“I never found a smile like yours. I accepted that I never would.”

Her eyes darkened.

“It’s dangerous, Jungkook. Ill-advised.”

He smiled and he didn’t know if it reached his eyes because his vision was blurry.

But he knew it wasn’t a lie.

“You always were. I should have chased you to the ends of the earth, even if you were only a ghost.”

He lifted his hands, hers with his, and cupped her face, running his fingertips over her cheeks, smooth and soft skin, transported back to that moment in the abandoned literature club room, her face cast in an orange glow, actually swirls from glass-blown sconces, but the past and present connected, turning it into rays from the setting sun that lit up her features, and he said what he had said then, because it was the truth.

“You’re really pretty.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You are.”

He leaned forward and kissed the side of her lips gently.

She chuckled.

“You really are something, Jeon Jungkook.”

Her hands let go and she reached into the deep neckline of her dress, plucking something from the corset. His eyes widened as she pulled out the key card from between her breasts, smirk dancing on her lips. She winked at him.

“A lady has many hiding places.”

She flicked her wrist and inserted it into the door, unlocking it without looking.

The door opened and they stepped into her room.

-

time left: 06:02

“Hnnnnnnngh…”

“Dude can snore.”

“Help me turn him to his side. Don’t want him to vomit in his mouth and asphyxiate,” Kim Namjoon grunted, helped by Kim Seokjin, jerking Kim Taehyung’s body to the side. They backed up and Taehyung immediately flopped to his back, snoring away.

Seokjin thinned his mouth into a line. “Seriously?”

“Ah, here, let’s roll up the towels and use them to prop him up.”

“He’s not as cute as she is.”

“Well, she also doesn’t get piss drunk... ever.”

“Still a better cuddle buddy. Comes with built-in pillows.”

Namjoon blinked at Seokjin and shook his head, letting the odd comment slide. They managed to jam the bath towels next to Taehyung and force him to lay on his side, placing a pillow in his arms that he immediately hugged, squeezing it tightly. The snoring lessened as well.

“Guess we should go back,” Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his short hair.

Seokjin scoffed. “No, we shouldn’t. They’re probably all over each other as we speak.”

Namjoon frowned, raised an eyebrow at the other man. “Really? I don’t know. She seemed very hesitant about it. She said she didn’t love him.”

Seokjin snorted, somehow still elegant with his handsome face. “You really believe that?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what everybody says when they don’t want to admit they’re in love with someone.”

“That’s also what people say when they are, factually, not in love with someone.”

The black-haired man raised his hands and held up his index fingers, wriggling them in the air and bending them ninety-degrees, squiggling them around each other and poking the tips together repeatedly. Namjoon blinked at him.

“What are you doing?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes as if it was despairingly obvious what he was doing. “A visual representation of what they’re doing right now.”

Namjoon contorted his face in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

“… Becoming worms…?”

Seokjin groaned. “Having sex, Namjoon.”

“… How is that…?”

-

time left: 05:53

The door to his dreams unsealed and they tumbled inside.

The orange glow of the hallway lights spilled into the room, bleeding into the cool glow that came from the open windows, curtains pulled back to reveal the shimmering sea and bright moon, a contrast of artificial dusk and true nightfall. She pulled him in by his belt, hooking two fingers under the leather, step by sweeping step, grace that made him breathless, orange and silver and shadow, all mixing together, and then the door closed and then the sea and the moon replaced the sunset dreams.

It was a heavy thunk, closing with finality.

The room had many ornate mirrors in it to make the room seem bigger. The had gold vintage frames of different shapes and sizes, reflecting the contents of the room, the large bed and red silk sheets, the black leather chairs and black marble table bolted down to the floor, the matching marble vanity laid out with several black leather cosmetic bags, all zipped up neatly. The had small details on them – red zippers, silver locks, the designer logo engraved into the leather. The suitcases leaning against the wall matched the cosmetic bags, three of them, one larger than the first two.

Jungkook breathed her name, raising his hand, fingers spread.

Her fingertips touched his, halting him.

“Let me do it.”

He spied his expression in one of the mirrors.

The silver moonlight lit up his face and his eyes, reflecting the lust and trust in them.

He looked back to her and nodded.

“Okay.”

Glamour. Fantasy. Descent.

That was the only way he could describe the way she moved, glamour in the way her hand slowly retreated from his, a steady wave and sweep, clearly deliberate. Even in smeared lipstick, the small smirk was present on those lips, stepping around him with a swing of her hips and gentle clicks of her black patent leather heels, the slinky fabric flowing with her actions and also clinging to her body at the same time, using the arc of her stride to spread open the high slit. Letting him watch. He almost turned to follow but she placed a few fingers on his arm, purring softly.

“Don’t move.”

Fantasy, the way she slipped behind him like a shadow, and then Jungkook had to look up into the mirrors, catching glimpses of her behind him. There was no music, but she moved as if there was. If anything, the sound of the waves seemed to form its own music, and he was suddenly more aware of it, the splashes against the hull of the boat mixing with the bass of his heartbeat and the wispiness of her breath, stepping up behind him, body heat making him gasp, looking into a mirror to his left, a window illuminating his right, her hands slipping between the space of his ribs and upper arms, fingers spread like wings, warm exhale on his neck.

No words.

Just a simple kiss to the base of his head and her lips murmuring his name on his skin.

Descent.

One by one, teasing the buttons apart, her fingers ghosting the exposed skin, his heart racing as he watched those hands, peeling apart the button placket, unwrapping him like a decadent sweet. He watched his own expression framed by long curls of black, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, small mole below quivering, seeing more and more of his chest being exposed, somewhat self-conscious, but there was something spellbinding about only being able to see her hands and forearms, pointed black nails decorated with crystals that caught the light, undoing all the buttons until she reached his pants.

“I can–”

“Shh. Don’t let your impatience prevent you from enjoying your own striptease.”

His cheeks heated a little and he lowered his hands, breath hiking as she firmly gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it out. Jungkook took a step back, his back hitting her chest, and gasped again, feeling the softness, but she adjusted her position so her body wasn’t touching his anymore, chiding him playfully.

“Never had someone take off your clothes, Jungkook?” she chuckled against his neck, making his hairs stand on end.

“Ah, well…”

He watched those deft fingers undo the last two buttons. Then they spread apart his black shirt, reaching in, fingertips spreading out over his abs and pecs, tracing the contours of his muscles, switching between her nails and the pads of her fingertips, prickling and dainty. He couldn’t sure her face, but he saw his, and only now registered his own moans, so absorbed by her sensual movement and her touch that he didn’t even realize the embarrassing sounds falling from his lips.

“Not… since you…”

She snickered. “Seriously? What fool wouldn’t want to tear the clothes off this lovely body?”

He could feel and see his flush in the mirror. He looked away quickly, down to her hands exploring his body. “Well, I just… figured it’s easier if I do it. No one has ever been like you.”

“Hmm.”

His hands raised. He traced her knuckles, causing her to pause, caressing small circles on his sternum.

“You want to tear the clothes off my body?” he breathed, not daring to see his own reflection and know his reaction to whatever her answer was.

“I do.”

He placed his left hand on hers, heart beating faster and faster.

“Not tonight though.”

He pulled her palm away from his racing heart, not wanting her to know her effect on him, letting it linger beside his ribcage.

“Tonight, I will show you all I’ve learned, because I was always a better student than you, class representative.”

He found himself laughing a little, suddenly sheepish. “Yeah. Your name was always in the top five percent. I was pretty bad at school. I don’t know why everyone voted for–oooh…”

Her fingers touched his nipples, rubbing delicately, sending strange shivers all over him, shallowing his breath, making him look up and see his dark nipples being teased by expert hands. Her nails nicked them lightly and he whined in his throat, feeling them harden against her fingertips, surprised at the arousal from the simple touch, something he never paid attention to or cared about. His hair was covering part of his face.

Jungkook reached up and pushed his hair back, pressing his chest into those hands.

Saw one of her eyes behind his head, sharp and sultry with winged liner, twinkling as she watched him.

“I voted for you because I thought it would be funny since you weren’t even trying.”

He didn’t really have a response for that, too busy looking at his own face and body, shivering as she tweaked his nipples and pushed them in slow circles, his arms descending to lower the shadows, letting them suspend by his sides.

She shifted beside him and half of her lips appeared, on the toes of her heels, whispering close to his ear, seductive and dark.

“You were good-looking then, and you’re even more handsome now, Jungkook.”

The sound of the ocean, the silver moonlight shining off her blue-black hair giving her skin a surreal quality, almost doll-like, the mirror reflecting his expression, desire and anticipation.

She removed her hands and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking it down.

He inhaled sharply and her face disappeared.

Dress shirt stripped from his body and flung away, the crisp black fabric flaring out, a shadow cast aside.

Jungkook spun around.

-

Does this man know the meaning of calm the fuck down?

You rolled your eyes inwardly as you witnessed Jungkook turn around, facing you again even though you told him not to the move. He had always been like this, overzealous, but he didn’t seem as clumsy as before, although…

He grabbed your tits.

Hah.

He blinked rapidly, surprised. “Huh?”

You shook your head and knocked his hands away, sighing. “Pasties, Jungkook. To cover my nipples.”

You reached into your dress and scooped your breasts out, trapping them between the v-neckline. His eyes bulged slightly when he saw the smooth black satin circles flush to the apex of your breasts. They fit perfectly, seamless so they were unseen even under the slinky fabric of the black gown.

“W-Whoa…”

“What? I’m a burlesque dancer. Of course, I have fancy nipple covers. This is basic wardrobe.”

He tilted his head. “I’ve never seen any like these. They look like they’re part of your body.”

You tutted. “Obviously, they aren’t. You know I have nipples.”

And you reached up and peeled them off, flinging them aside carelessly.

Jungkook gasped, staring at your nipples with wide eyes.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen nipples,” you scowled. “You better not be a virgin with how hot you’ve become.”

His hands shot up and you grabbed his wrists again, forcing them back down.

Jungkook whined, eyes shifting back up to you, begging to touch them.

You stiffened slightly. What kind of reaction was that?

“They’re so big,” he whispered huskily, visibly shuddering, shaking with the craving to touch them. “I remember they were soft. And…” His breathing hitched, trembling in your hands. “I remember they tasted so good. Amazing. No one has ever tasted as good as you.”

His eyes flickered back down, biting his lip. He tried to break free, but you held. A single glance exchanged and you let go, realizing he was going to do something other than attack them. Instead, he collected the straps of your dress and pulled them back up, slowly, moaning as the slinky black fabric skimmed over your breasts, your prominent nipples sticking out, hardening from the light friction.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy.”

Well, maybe he did have some appreciation for the visual after all.

“You see why I need the pasties.”

He pulled the straps up, whimpering as he watched your nipples strain against your dress, lifting your breasts in the confines of the fabric and lowering them, lifting, lowering, repeating the gesture.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Jungkook… are you bouncing my tits on purpose?”

His dark brown orbs darted to you. Guilty.

“Um… y-you won’t let me touch them…”

You weren’t sure whether to sigh or to laugh. You just shook your head, backing up out of his grasp. His hands were still outstretched, lips forming a small pout. You almost regretted it, but his expression quickly changed as you casually flicked down the straps, freeing your breasts again, dropping his hands and linking them together under his waist, waiting, now invested in what you had in store.

Oh.

He chewed on his lip and gave you an expectant look.

A flutter in your chest.

The side of your lips curved upward, tongue sliding out to graze the edge of your upper lip before disappearing.

You reached back, leisurely undoing the fastenings of the corset, sweeping your legs so the high slit flared apart, turning around, letting him witness the slow undress. Every action was deliberate, the wide arc of your leg moving the skirt aside to prevent you from tripping as you turned without using your hands, the wide stance of your feet to relieve pressure on your heels and to prevent the dress from sliding down too soon, and even the position of your fingers, poised so you could run a nail down your spine as two of them pinched the hook-and-eye and separated them, traveling down to the top of your ass. Every movement was thought out, details that made up the bigger picture, constructing your ultimate goal.

A sensual striptease.

You caught his reaction in a mirror to your right.

His sparkling brown eyes were wide, jaw dropped.

A lot of people had seen you take off your clothes, but no one made you feel as satisfied as Jeon Jungkook, then in his school uniform and now shirtless in his slacks, hands twisting in front of his crotch.

Then you saw your face.

You were smiling.

You really did smile when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Another glimpse at his face and you found him staring at you, silver moonlight glinting off his eyebrow piercing and flooding into his eyes, bringing out the stars within.

You released your hand and your dress tumbled to the ground.

He sucked in a shuddering breath, your name drifting from his lips.

“H… Holy shit…”

You did have an amazing waist-to-ass ratio.

Proper corset training and specific hit workouts to perfect your craft contributed. You couldn’t simply be pretty. You had to be strong and flexible to do the stunts and to walk in your red bottoms for the entire performance. Christian Louboutin didn’t make his shoes to be comfy. He made heels to make feet look enticing and sexy.

The price to pay for glamour and vanity.

It did give you some powerful calves though.

You lifted one shoe, flashing that blazingly red sole of your heel, balancing on one leg for a second.

This was to prevent you from getting tangled on your now fallen dress. You tightened your core, shifting your weight, knowing it would give Jungkook an irresistible view of your plump derriere in your high French-cut black satin panties, the particular style adding illusion to the already stark proportion.

In short, your ass looked fucking fabulous.

You stepped out of your dress, one leg, then the other, taking care not to step on it, adding a little flourish of your hands to create those body lines, ever the performer. You glanced at the mirror and was pleased to find Jungkook hadn’t moved, although his hands were now firmly open, palms down on his crotch, whimpering in his throat.

“Soon,” you promised, and you would keep it.

He nodded, swallowing hard.

You turned your fingers inward, hooking each index finger on the sides of your panties, rocking your hips slowly, lowering your lashes, following the beat of the sea, tugging down the right side a few centimeters and then the left, listening to his breathing and controlling yours. You bent over slowly at the hips, sticking your ass out, listening to his low moan as your glistening slit was revealed, sliding your undergarments down your thighs and calves, placing them carefully onto the floor.

You gradually straightened, breathing out, keeping it as one smooth motion.

You stepped out of your panties.

Now you were clad in only your black patent Louboutins and black diamond choker.

This time, you found your reflection in the mirror to delicately correct your smeared red lipstick with your fingertips. Good enough. You nodded at your reflection. The corners of your mouth curved upwards.

You turned to face him, showing Jungkook your smile.

-

This smile was real.

The smile she only showed when she was with him. He didn’t know if that was a valid thought or not, but he liked to think so. Besides, no smile meant as much as this one. That he was sure of, because he had been chasing this smile for all these years before finally accepting that he would never find another one like it. It was too precious to belong to anyone else.

His smile.

If his dick wasn’t trying to rip open his pants, Jungkook might have cried seeing it for the first time.

He couldn’t speak, too afraid he was going to lose it right then and there.

She walked towards him.

No, walk wasn’t the correct word. Strode, strut, glided, fuck, he didn’t know, she just moved as fluidly as a shadow and water combined, silver moonlight glistening off her skin and her diamonds, and he knew he would never love the mere act of walking more than when he watched her move.

She stilled.

He stopped breathing.

Her foot raised, toes tracing the inside of the heel, raising the pointed toe, balancing it on the stiletto, and she flicked it backward, causing it to tumble and somersault backward, falling to its side.

Fuck.

She thought of everything.

She balanced on tiptoe and did the same to the other shoe, discarding it with a swift tick.

He made a less-than-elegant noise of her name mixed with a needy whine.

“P… Please…”

Jungkook was quite sure he was a hair’s breath away from ripping off his pants to get some relief.

She finally made her way to stand in front of him. Smile so close now, emphasized by painted lips.

Her hands closed over his, peeling them away from his crotch, holding them loosely. She leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Deep, meaningful, nothing flashy. Drew back, still smiling.

This smile.

He wanted to protect it forever.

“I should have told you that I love you, but I didn’t know it then,” he whispered.

She chuckled.

“I know now.”

She was lowering herself as he spoke, tilting her head at him, inviting him to continue. Getting to her knees, positioning her feet right under her ass, neat and orderly. His hands dropped, leaving hers on his belt, undoing the buckle, her gaze still on him. Looking up at him with amusement, diamonds glittering on her throat, perky tits and nipples, thighs on display, kneeling in front of his crotch.

“I love you.”

Jungkook meant it, every syllable.

He never meant it more in her life.

“I know.”

What?

She casually undid his belt and slid the closure open, unzipping his slacks.

“Wait… what?” he sputtered, blinking rapidly.

“I know you love me,” she repeated calmly.

Jungkook had time for a single blink before his pants were yanked down to his knees. He started, almost falling over, but her hands came up behind his legs and gripped them, keeping him upright.

“Careful,” she purred, stroking the backs of his thighs.

He jerked his head down, hardly able to breathe, shock blossoming as she leaned forward, hot breath warming his black boxer briefs. Eyes on his face, pink tongue extending.

“O-Oh, fuuuck…”

She planted her tongue over his hardness and soaked it with saliva, wetting the fabric and tracing the outline, molding his underwear to his length, sending him into gasping shivers, heat from her tongue and then her lips closing, blowing a cool stream over it, hot and cold, sensation and deprivation, too much and not enough, placing kisses all over and he flinched with every one, savoring the feeling, the touch that was familiar and unfamiliar, everything he wanted.

“W-Wait… that’s dirty…”

“Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.”

Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.

Pants racking his torso, looking down, and it was the same but different, her lips kissing up his abs, his chest, back to his face, holding him to her, lipstick smeared and now on his skin. Open mouth to elegantly parted lips, gasping as she collected her breasts and pressed her nipples to his chest, squashing the softness to his pecs.

“Spit on my cleavage,” she breathed.

“W-What?”

She raised an eyebrow, knowing that he heard her perfectly well, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing them on his chest, sending the electric sensation of her large nipples dragging across his heartbeat, rolling her shoulders to the beat of the sea, bathed in silver moonlight.

“Spit on my tits, Jungkook.”

“I… c-couldn’t… do that to you…” he moaned, pitch hiking with pleasure.

She didn’t chide him to cover his mouth this time, instead smirking wider, licking her teeth. “Sure, you can. Do it, golden boy. Spit on me.”

She hooked a leg over his hip and grinded her crotch to his wet one, causing him to whine, knowing his cock was so close to her pussy but not yet skin to skin, the soaked fabric barrier driving him insane, his hands coming up to grip her waist and press her down on him, staring into her eyes, inhale shaky and erratic.

She smiled, teasing, sculptural, his.

“You trust me?”

Jungkook was drunk on something he didn’t understand and it was love.

“Yeah…”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips, an intense, burning kiss. She smiled into his kiss, and he knew she was aware of his nervousness, but she remained patient as she always was, pressing back daintily, taking his breath away. He broke apart, trembling.

She nodded, telling him it was okay.

He collected saliva at the tip of his tongue and looked down, spitting into her cleavage.

It shot out of his mouth, splattering over the swell of her breasts and onto his own chest. His ears burned, self-conscious at the dirty act, but she moaned deliciously, backing up, his saliva dripping down and stuck to the inside curve of her breasts. He had a moment to appreciate the image, the most beautiful woman in the world with her diamond choker and his spit on her tits glistening in the moonlight reflected by the sea.

“Wow.”

That was all he could say as the image burned into his memory.

She smirked, falling to her knees, tugging his black boxer briefs down his thighs, his stiff cock popping out, bobbing in the air at the suddenness of its release, and then trapped once more, except this time not in drenched fabric but in her soft, saliva-covered breasts – or his saliva, depending on how he thought about it – but he couldn’t think about it, abrupt pleasure shooting up his spine, throwing his head back in a moan, eyes darting everywhere, surrounded by mirrors, reflections of his face, his long black hair a wild mess, his facial features consumed by wanton lust, his throbbing cock jammed between her breasts and her body sliding up and down, her large nipples rubbing against his crotch and thighs, oh, fuck, the sensation insane, soft and rough and wet, her perfectly pinned hair leaving only the curls at the ends bouncing from her effort.

She spit down his length, adding to the lubrication and her name burst out of his mouth in an erratic groan.

“F-Fuck…!”

She pushed his cock up, almost uncomfortable, but then her mouth closed around the tip, tongue swirling, and he was lost again, ecstasy as she switched to blowing him, pressing her breasts to his thighs, smearing the saliva on them too, covering his cock in red lipstick, soaking every centimeter with saliva, running her tongue over the veins and the head, his hands clenching into fists, close, so close, and then she popped her mouth off, leaving him near tears and in whines.

“P-Please, let me cum, please…”

“I want you to cum on my necklace,” she panted, planting his cock in her cleavage again, lacing her fingers over it, pressing the head down into the slick skin, shock of her words and the escalating pleasure, his chin lowering and staring down at glittering black diamonds and the engorged tip of his length popping in and out of her breasts.

“You want me to… cum on your necklace…?” he echoed hollowly, in utter disbelief.

“Fuck yes, I do,” she grinned, tip of her tongue flickering at the edge of her lips. “Cum on my diamonds, Jungkook.”

Well, fuck.

This was the worst surreal and hottest moment of his life.

He clenched his jaw and thrust his hips into her chest, adding to the stimulation, chasing it, seeing her grin grow, devilish and devious, squeezing him tighter, faster, faster, faster, his hands and his body shaking, gripped by pleasure and her hold, panting her name over and over, his prayer, his drug, his lifeline, trying to hold out, the line inside him pulled taut, thinner and thinner, snapping.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

His hips jolted and he forced them upward, her head tipping back as the thick red tip popped out, twitching and splattering thick streams of white, painting the black diamonds with his white orgasm, clinging to the jewels and her collarbones, dripping down, covering her with his strong and masculine scent. She lifted her body, trapping his jolting cock in her breasts, and he moaned helplessly, rutting against her skin, sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins, uncontrollable flinching and shuddering as more dribbled out, milked out by the tightness.

“Oooooooh, f-fuck… fuck, I’m s-so sorry…” he gasped out, wincing at the mess he made.

“Ah, shut up, Jungkook.”

In awe, he watched her back up slightly, strings of his orgasm all over her breasts, chest, and diamonds.

She smiled and dipped her fingers in it, coating them with his cum and bringing them to her smeared red lips, licking them off one by one, pink tongue slipping between her elegant digits, moaning as she drank up his taste.

Eyes on his, drunk on him.

-

time left: --:--

Kim Namjoon leaned against Kim Seokjin’s shoulder, listening to the other man’s deep breathing.

They were sitting on the plush green couch in Kim Taehyung’s room.

The night was quiet, nothing but the sound of the waves coming through the open window, a light breeze as Namjoon watched the moon reflect off the ocean. Seokjin had already fallen asleep, head resting against the back of the sofa, tired from the day’s events and needing the rest. Namjoon felt the drowsiness beginning to weigh on him too, using Seokjin’s wide shoulder as his headrest. He had opened the window to prevent the room from getting too stuffy.

It would have been more comfortable to be in that giant bed with the one he was paid to protect, but he hoped she was in good hands now.

He smiled to himself, watching the silver moonlight dance off the choppy waters.

His mind went back to those moments, moments when he had to hold her shoulders and remind her of who and where she was, moments when he sat and waited as she clenched her teeth and a skilled medical tattoo artist filled in those white scars all over her hands, moments of when she finally sat him and Seokjin down and told them why she sometimes woke up at night, screaming and crying, yelling the names of past demons.

She had told them she was sorry, sorry for being weak, sorry for not taking responsibility.

Seokjin had scoffed, smacking her lightly on the head. “Are you an idiot? You have been through enough. Stop it with that nonsense. It’s part of our job, so let us do our job.”

After that, Namjoon would make it a point to check up on her at night, reaching over to soothe her brow as she slept, relaxing her face with gentle touches. He wanted to be there in case she woke up from a nightmare, and it became a habit, until Seokjin too elbowed himself in the bed, muttering that she always got the best digs anyway, so why shouldn’t he? He was handsome enough, after all.

They only accompanied her to events or appearances.

It bothered Namjoon to think that sometimes she was alone in her own home, waking up screaming and crying, and that he couldn’t be there.

He wondered what would come of this.

Jeon Jungkook.

Did he know that if he broke her heart that two ‘big-scary-dudes-with-massive-shoulders’ were going to find his ass and rearrange it?

Hm.

Namjoon closed his eyes, letting the night take him under its wing.

-

time left: error

The black diamond choker was on the vanity, covered in Jungkook’s cum.

Both of your clothes were on the floor, shoes, pants, dress, undergarments, strewn all over, a mess, along with a now cold, wet, white bath towel that smelled like semen and saliva. It had what was left of your red lipstick on it.

One of the designer cosmetic bags was open.

There were condoms scattered on the bed now, thrown over the red silk sheets.

Jungkook was holding your hands, palms up, tenderly kissing them.

It felt strange, his soft lips on your scars.

Most people didn’t realize it. It wasn’t something they looked for or thought to think twice about, because to them, your hands had always been like that. It would be rude to comment or mention it even if they had noticed.

But Jungkook had known your hands before they became like this.

“It’s why I stopped going to school.”

He kissed the pads of your fingertips, looking at you with those dark brown orbs.

“Did something bad happen?”

You smiled, somewhere between sad and apologetic.

“I wanted to make sure that I could still see you, but unfortunately I ended up doing the exact opposite.”

He squeezed your hands tightly, giving you his own smile. “Still, you came back to me.”

You chuckled ruefully. “Not with the best intentions.”

The silver moonlight highlighted all your favorite features, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the tiny mole underneath, the wrinkle of his nose with his smile, the stars in his eyes.

“You’ve always been dangerous and ill-advised for me, but I always liked that about you.”

You arched a brow. “Hm, you were a shitty class representative, huh?”

Jungkook shrugged. “You weren’t really a class delinquent either.”

You shook your head, pulling your hands out of his. “Look at you. What kind of class presentative gets all these tattoos?” you teased, dancing your fingers up his right forearm and elbow, tracing the outlines of the script and graphics, following the swirls of the clouds and flower petals with your nails, listening to his shallow breath at your touch. “And an eyebrow piercing? Are you trying to tell everyone you’re one of the cool kids now?”

His lips twisted into a small frown. “Am I cool?”

You shrugged. “Every time I hear about the cool kids in our grade, it’s just about how they got knocked up too early or how they dropped out of university, so you tell me.”

“I haven’t gotten knocked up.”

You gave him a look, bordering on impatience.

“Wait, I mean–”

You raised a hand and planted it on his chest, pushing him down on the bed.

“Enough. Stop talking, please.”

You crawled over his body, placing your hands by his head, looking down at him. Jungkook stared up at you, long black hair splayed over the pillows. He was definitely a man now, sharp jawline, manicured brows, slight dark circles from long nights, and, as you leaned down, expensive cologne now, still light and clean but with a twist of sharpness and sweet fruit, still with the same warmth. Your lips pressed against his jaw, leaving kisses, sinking your weight onto him, skin to skin, his gasps under you, and now it seemed like you were back in that time, his teenage self and your teenage self, the same eagerness as his arms surrounded you, running his hands down your back, but now he added his nails, making you hum in approval. He did it more, scratching his nails over your spine as you kissed his jaw, his throat, his ear, jingling his earrings with your tongue, whispering against his skin.

“No one has ever been what you are to me.”

You didn’t bother using past tense, because it wasn’t.

You sat down on his thigh, his semi-hard cock twitching against your skin, turned on by your kisses and your tongue toying with his ear.

“You weren’t even very good, you know. You were kinda shit. Too impatient.”

He shuddered, tensing his forearms against your sides.

“I’m b-better now…” he whimpered, turning into a moan as you bit his ear and rubbed your wetness on his thigh, painting it with your juices. You kept it slow, leisurely, with even pressure.

“Still…”

You lifted your head, bringing your fingers inward, slipping them into his hair, pushing it back, caressing his temple with your thumbs.

“I have loved you all this time, Jungkook, even back then when I didn’t know what love was, when I was only chasing a feeling that was different from all the others.”

His eyes widened, stunned by your words.

“Ah, nevertheless, I came back too late.”

“No.”

His hands on your back, holding you tightly to him.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he whispered, words from long ago, bringing them back. “And I will.”

He raised his forehead and touched yours.

“I know it’s not fair, I know it’s bad, I know it’s terrible, but I’ll be fucked up if you can’t be right here, with me.”

His lips to yours, small kisses and closed eyes, hiding his tears behind his lashes.

“You are the happiness, and if you continue to love me, I will never let you go.”

That’s what Jungkook said, but the sentiment was slightly interrupted by his cock being so hard that it was actually raising your thigh up into the air.

You smiled against his lips, chuckling.

“I guess I’ll bring a towel when you get her cocktail splashed into your face.”

“Maybe two. She has a lot of internet friends.”

“Hm.”

You lifted your head, smirking.

“Well, I can’t say it would be the first relationship I’ve ruined, although those were far more indirect.”

-

Jungkook tried to make the moment romantic, but her naked body was on top of him with her wet pussy rubbing on his thigh and his dick was coming back to life right in the middle of his speech.

Still, he couldn’t really complain, because at the moment he was ripping open a condom, on his knees between her legs, rolling it down, eyes roaming over her body lines, poised and elegant and sexy, her hair flared out on the pillows, still neatly pinned up, some kind of sorcery, but that didn’t surprise Jungkook, for she had always had her spell on him and he was better for it.

“You want missionary?” she teased.

He bit his lip, nodding.

“I want to watch your face.”

Her tongue flickered out on the edge of her upper lip, accenting the high point of her smirk.

“Good, then I can watch yours.”

He positioned himself in front of her, pausing for a second, unsure now, but she simply grinned and reached between her legs, one hand on his length and the other on his hip, digging her nails into his ass and shoving him inside her.

“Oh, fuck!”

She seemed highly amused, but he was gone, sudden tightness and wetness enveloping him, pitching forward and catching himself on his palms, sinking into red silk, the intensity bursting from his core and washing over him, shuddering and gasping as she gripped his ass with both hands and sank him down into her pussy, down, down, drowning in the feeling, diving into the depths of pleasure, fuck, he felt it everywhere, her walls clenching and wrapped around his length, the sensitive head rubbing against the ridges, and the emotions that rushed through him as he looked into her eyes, a little humiliated that it affected him so much, a little shocked at how good it felt even with the condom, and a lot of lust and trust and love, all rolling into one, and she purred his name, smooth and silky and gentle, and he couldn’t help himself, slowly rolling his hips and smacking down hard, burying himself to the base, eyelids fluttering, feeling it radiate over his body.

“Too... hard?” he choked out, trying to be considerate, desperate not to fuck up.

She shook her head, snickering.

“Not even close.”

“How can I–?”

But she didn’t let him finish, tapping the mandala flower tattoo on his right elbow and he raised his arms, at loss for words and breath when she raised her legs to his shoulders and tugged his forearms back down, his hands landing on the bed once more.

Oh no.

This was tighter.

“Fuck me, Jungkook, and make it rough.”

I can’t talk or I will blow my load in two seconds.

He nodded, tensing his jaw, and smacked his crotch down, her thighs smacking against his chest.

Oh, fuck me.

He wished he could sound less desperate and less ruined, but he simply didn’t have the capacity for that any longer, tumbling into a series of wild moans as he built up the pace, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him, too much sensation, soft thighs, wet tightness squeezing his throbbing length, her hands on his upper arms, holding on tightly, his name falling from her mouth along with her erotic exhale. He loved every sound she made, every single one, her moan, her hiss, her growl, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, that’s it, give it to me, Jungkook, loved the way she looked at him, a mixture of bliss and slyness, loved the sound their bodies made, a harsh rhythmic smack, louder and louder, messing up the sheets, her head tipping back, eyes closing, fuck, yes, gonna cum if you keep going like that, so he did, hard, firm, powerful slaps of skin-to-skin, feeling so good but holding himself back, biting his lip hard and moaning in his throat, not willing to orgasm until he made her do so, at least twice.

Jungkook was being ridiculous, he knew, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost it too soon during his first time inside her.

“Mmm, fuck, Jungkook, fuck!”

A sharp throb and then a cascading effect, brutal massages of his length, and he didn’t even realize it, pausing for a second from the strength of her orgasm, his cock clenched all over and squeezed, shocking pleasure that made his eyes roll back, struggling with every fiber of his being to not explode, edging himself by ceasing his thrust, and then he drew back and rammed back into her, clawing up the sheets to press her further down into the bed, nearly bending her in half, but she didn’t seem to mind, gripping his arms and raising her hips to meet him, deeper now, the head being constricted even tighter by this changed angle, him sucking in a deep inhale, smelling blackberry, evergreen, and sex, the sweet smell of her pussy, reminding him of sitting on the bus on his way home and catching that scent on his hands and clothes, not regretting it, loving her mark on him.

It was better now.

Better because he was actually in her pussy.

And better because her teeth caught the side of her lower lip, a second of lost control, lashes lowering, moan in her mouth, his name, his name, his name leaking from her lips.

“Oh, Jungkook…”

He would never tire of it.

Never.

It burst again, a lewd squelch, and the insides of his thighs were soaked with viscous honey, clinging to his balls, violent throbs around his jerking length and Jungkook was gone, gone, everything accumulating at the peak and shattering down, his deep moan flooding the room, shooting his orgasm into the condom as his quivering cock was clenched all around, unbearable euphoria that he welcomed, letting it consume every nerve and vibrate through him, a feeling he never wanted to end.

He let it swallow him, her ocean, her moonlight, her night, and he promised himself that he would never leave.

-

All in all, Jeon Jungkook hadn’t changed much. That was alright. It was clear that you both had unfinished business in the past that was being hashed out right now.

Through sex, because how else?

He was behind you, both of you kneeling on the bed, his breath on your skin, murmuring your name, wonderment and desire, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“You can bite me, you know.”

He nipped at your skin experimentally. You pinched his finger on your upper arm, the little sheepish emoji on his middle right. He squeaked and bit harder. You hummed approvingly, lowering your hand.

“You’re turning me into a crazy person,” Jungkook mumbled to the curve of your neck.

“You were already a crazy person. You just pretend you’re not.”

“That’s not true…”

You gently peeled his right hand from your arm and yanked him forward. He inhaled sharply, hard chest hitting your back as you tugged his arm forward, curving it around you.

“What non-crazy person blacks out the inner part of their elbow and tattoos the bone on the outer part as well?” you accused, rubbing his muscular forearm against your nipples, smirking at his moan, his shiver traveling through your back and to the sparks of pleasure radiating from your breasts at the lovely friction.

“Um…”

That was as far as he gave you as an answer because he had no good answers.

“Mhm.”

His hand curved around your left breast and he ran his fingers over it, tugging at your nipple. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly. Well, maybe you had been a bit harsh. He had changed. Less clumsy now, attaining his own irresistible sensuality that he probably wasn’t even aware of, considering the wavering in his tone.

“You’ve probably had better than me, huh…”

“You would be surprised at the complete inadequacy of the human race when it comes to sex, Jungkook. Most people don’t give two shits about listening to their partner’s wants.”

He pinched your nipple and you moaned, rubbing your ass against his crotch.

“You always do everything I want and even things I didn’t even know I wanted,” he mumbled.

His cock was getting the hint with every rock of your hips, rousing at the soft friction. You listened to his rapid breathing, amused, the amusement turning into fond irritation as you felt his free hand slide between your bodies, tucking his hardening length between your ass cheeks, now slowly and non-discreetly humping you.

Well.

Can’t say you were surprised.

“You’re not that hard to read, Jungkook.”

He was leaking all over the top of your ass, ramming the head into your tailbone, now both hands on your chest, forgetting to answer, too absorbed in touching you, tugging at your nipples in time with his rocking hips, lips back to your neck, biting down and sucking hard, leaving marks. There was power in his hold, passion and desperation, a needy whine vibrating in his throat, faster, harder, pinching your nipples and rubbing the tips, pulling slightly, pleasure from his lips and his hands, your own reaching back and clawing at the small of his back, leaving scratches, yes, please, harder, mark me, make me yours, and you chuckled at his declaration, you were always mine, Jungkook, and he moaned your name in affirmation, licking up your neck, hot shaking breath ghosting your ear.

“Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You sunk your nails into his skin and brought your fingers outward, flicking your wrists to leave sharp lines of lust, his moan in your wake.

“Do it,” you drawled, voice saturated with need.

He pushed you down and your caught yourself with your hands, clutching fistfuls of red silk. You heard the rip of another condom and his groan as he encased his aching length, one hand on your ass, and you spread your legs, his knees fitting between them, the head grazing your wet opening and he slid in with a shudder, filling you up and stretching you out, a little pain that dissipated as he squeezed your ass with two hands, sighing with satisfaction with you.

“I know I said I want to kiss you all the time, and I do,” he panted, stalling.

You smiled, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Jungkook looked back at you and he reached forward, driving deeper into you, making you mewl for him. He plucked the pins from your hair, one by one, undoing the perfection, tossing them aside as he spoke, shrouding your shoulders and face with cool-toned black, surreal and glamorous.

“But I think I’ve decided I also want to fuck you all the time.”

You smirked. “You don’t take much convincing, I must say.”

He eased the last pin from your hair and flicked it aside.

You heard it fall to the floor.

That one wouldn’t be found in the morning.

He grinned. “Maybe I already knew you would be amazing.”

Instead of replying, you leaned forward and then smacked your ass back into his crotch.

Jungkook reeled, hand flying back to your hip, grabbing it tightly as you roughly pushed back into him, his natural response being to thrust forward, compounding the pleasure for you and for him, looking forward again and tipping your head back, letting go, moaning for him, his hardness twitching with your sound, loud and getting louder, bodies tangled, bed creaking, clutching your ass for dear life. You lifted one hand and brought beside your hip and Jungkook gripped your forearm, your body naturally dropping lower, deepening each thrust, and that was it, the uncontrollable need resonating in his deep voice, forcefully pounding you into the mattress, thighs, crotch, balls slapping into your lower half, carnal and wild and visceral, his name and your name mixing together, filling the room with the sight, sound, and smell of sex, so strong, fuck, he was so fucking strong, and so were you, a shock every time your bodies connected, until you were wailing with the ferocity of orgasm, squirming and clutching his forearm as he held yours, clenching around his length, but this time he didn’t stop, fucking you through it, gasping for air.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck, do it again, cum for me again, fuck, feels so fucking good, feels like you’re choking my cock…”

And he brought it out of you again, your right hand punched into the sheets, your left in his hold, moaning for him, Jungkook, fuck, Jungkook, for him then, him now, him forever, ecstasy and elation, hitting a high you thought didn’t even exist, lust and trust and love, raising your torso and slamming your palm onto the headboard, rattling the whole damn bed.

“Fuck!”

Slamming back onto his cock and squeezing hard, Jungkook gasping at the suddenness of the harsh throbs around his length, jolting inside you and spilling another into the condom, your head whipping to the side, spotting a mirror and there he was, head thrown back, long black hair touching his shoulders, open mouth, eyes rolled back, chest shuddering, your name a shaky moan, holding you tight, his right arm travelling, wrapping around you and lifting you up, and then it was you in the mirror, your body against his, skin to skin, his dark brown orbs shifting down, feeling your eyes on him, and then he was watching your reflections, seeing your joined bodies, panting in unison, both sweaty and spent.

You smiled at him, lit up by moonlight and mirrors.

He smiled back.

And then his hand was on your chin and he turned your head to face him, tilting his head and kissing your smile, seeing it not its reflection but the real thing, no longer only when you thought he wasn’t looking.

-

time left: 00:00

“Oi.”

Jungkook didn’t recognize that voice at all. He concluded must still be dreaming.

A finger podded his temple.

“Oi!”

He started, but the arms encircling him pinned him in place, not letting him and his naked body leave the bed. Softness pressed against his back, bare nipples rubbing against his skin. He froze.

His dick was rock-hard.

A black-haired man in a black suit with a disturbingly handsome face was glaring at him.

“You animals made a fucking mess.”

“Go away, Seokjin.”

Jungkook squeaked, unable to talk because one of the hands holding him was dancing downwards under the covers, wrapping around his impossibly stiff length. He prayed it wouldn’t start moving up and down, but it did. Slowly. Not enough, but still too much, because he didn’t really want to get jacked off first thing in the morning while someone was very clearly assessing whether or not to cause extreme bodily harm to him.

Well, he did want to get jacked off first thing in the morning.

It was the bodily harm he was less enthused about.

The man named Seokjin squinted at him and it took every fiber of Jungkook’s being to not make a goddamn peep as her fingers ghosted the head, smearing slick pre-cum over the slit.

“I want to take a shower.”

“Then go take a shower. I left towels for you,” she mumbled behind Jungkook’s back.

“Namjoon’s in the shower right now.”

“Then order us some breakfast.”

“I sent Taehyung to do that. Also, it’s noon.”

“Couldn’t you order room service?”

Seokjin shrugged and Jungkook realized his shoulders were huge. “He said he had a friend who worked in the kitchen and was going to reserve us a table.”

She raised her head, resting her chin on Jungkook’s right shoulder and pulsing his cock with her right hand under the sheets. “Taehyung has a lot of friends, doesn’t he?”

Seokjin looked at Jungkook pointedly.

“Er… yeah. T-Tons…”

Those brown eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Jungkook suspiciously. “He seems like a dork.”

“I like dorks. That’s why I keep you around.”

Seokjin stuck his tongue out childishly and yelled at the top of his lungs. “Namjoon!”

“I’m done!”

“Finally,” Seokjin grumbled, walking off and yanking the bathroom door open, barging in unceremoniously.

“Gah!”

“Gah!!!”

-

“Oh, fuck, please, d-don’t…”

“It’ll only take me a second.”

You dove under the covers and Jungkook clapped his hands over his mouth, your grip on his twitching length moving fast and tight, rubbing your tongue on the hot head, and you were right, it only took a few seconds, and then Jungkook was hissing through his fingers, now, fuck, now, and your mouth swallowed his cock, not a moment too soon as thick spurts of his orgasm shot into your throat, coating the back of your tongue, savoring his smell and his thighs under your breasts, rubbing your nipples on the muscle.

“N-No, stop, stop,” Jungkook whimpered desperately, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up, your head popping out, smirk on your lips.

You opened your mouth and showed him your tongue covered in his cum.

“Shit, you’re going to be the death of me…”

He hurriedly nudged your chin and you closed it, grinning.

Dangerous.

Ill-advised.

Jungkook grinned back at you helplessly, holding your smiling face in his hands.

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some time later

“I have two towels.”

“She didn’t throw her drink at me.”

“Damn. I even seduced the bartender a little bit to get those plush cotton ones.”

“She asked if she could keep the ring so she could sell it and give the money to her secret, less good-looking boyfriend so he could buy her a new ring.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “I said sure, because it wasn’t like the love of my life couldn’t afford her own diamonds.”

“Ah, true, true.”

“I might be slandered for a little while on the internet.”

“Nah, you won’t. Maybe for like, six hours. Then everyone’s attention span will be somewhere else. Also, your taste upgraded in their eyes, from social media influencer to burlesque dancer.”

You grinned, raising your hands to create a finger frame of your index fingers and thumbs, enclosing the handsome face of Jeon Jungkook, long black hair, silver brow piercing, dark sculpted eyebrows, big brown eyes, defined jawline, shapely pink lips, mole of his nose and cheek, and finally that perfect mole underneath his lower lip, appearing as he smiled at you, confused at what you were doing.

“Even though we all know you’re just a hopeless sucker for the class delinquent. Tsk tsk.”

His grin grew mischievous, walking over to you as you lowered your hands.

“Well, I was a shit class representative anyway.”

He leaned down to kiss you, smile to smile.

Twelve hours.

Sunset to night.

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fin.

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