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jurassicjimin · 7 years ago

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Silver Spoon | Kim Seokjin

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Pairing: Jin&Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: You’ve known that Jin was the one you were supposed to marry for as long as you could remember. Always opposed to the idea, you now realize the dynamic of your relationship may change. Part 1.

Birds were chirping contently while resting on the branches of the big blooming tree outside of your bedroom, surely talking to each other in their own little language and enjoying the beauty of the morning that Mother Nature had provided the town with that day as much as yourself; sunrays creeping through the glass of the big picture window and giving your Victorian style bedroom an ethereal ambiance while you played quietly by yourself.

The porcelain of your outrageously expensive tea set clinking delicately as you placed the teapot with which you’d just poured imaginary tea into a cup down, pretending to blow on the hot beverage so you wouldn’t burn your tongue and sipping air like you were having the most delicious English tea your maids could’ve possibly brought you.

Your eyes roamed around the room as you smiled while bringing your small hand up to your lips, having a bit of your also imaginary cucumber sandwich, stopping at every invaluable piece of your doll collection, the variously colored fabric pieces hanging from your walls and bed, the patterns on the carpets that the house staff made sure remained spotless and the sun in the horizon against the turquoise shade of the sky; not a single cloud in sight when a knock on the door startled you.

“Darling?” The voice of your mother came from the other side of the white and gold door of your bedroom “Are you there?”

“Yes mommy!” You replied, standing up swiftly before tidying up the obnoxious wrinkles on your invaluable dress and straightening your back, just like you’d been taught since you could learn how to walk, smiling your brightest smile and waiting “Come in!”

Your mom’s eyes met you with a glimmer in them that you, at such a young age couldn’t quite figure out; after all, in your mind your mother was always the glowing embodiment of perfection, and as she walked into your room you noticed she was not alone, your smile disappearing briefly to be replaced with a tilted head and a slight frown.

“Now darling, don’t do that face for too long or you’re gonna get wrinkles by the time you’re fifteen!” She half joked, approaching you; she ran a finger through your delicate infantile features and standing behind you with her hands placed on your shoulders, she looked back at the guests she’d brought along “I want to introduce you to someone.”

And even though the frown wasn’t there anymore you were still beyond confused as to what your own father, another man and a boy about your age would walk in on a lady’s dormitory in the middle of the day for.

“Hello princess!” Your father greeted you as well, followed by his -you assumed- friend and the young kid looking as lost about the situation as you were “This is my friend Seokjin, and this is his son Seokjin.”

There it was, the frown again, did you just hear what you thought you’d heard?

“Why are you both named Seokjin?” Was the first thing to come out of your mouth and your mother shook you slightly with discretion, but many years of manner training had taught you that she probably wanted to do something a bit harsher than that in response to the way you were behaving.

The boy nonetheless smiled as proud and widely as his small mouth allowed him.

“My name’s Kim Seokjin IV.” He pointed at his own chest and you noticed his little chocolate eyes sparkle like he’d just done a great deed.

“And I’m Kim Seokjin III. This is my little boy and heir, apple of my eye.” He looked away from you as the last words came out of his mouth and his eyes met your fathers, dedicating him a wink.

“He’s come to play with you, y/n! Why don’t you say hello to him like nice little girls are meant to?” Your mother requested, but despite your short-lived life, you were smart enough to know she wasn’t giving you an option.

“Hello Seokjin” You said finally, directing your attention towards the less intimidating boy your own age and dedicating him a curtsey, surely making your mother proud of her only daughter “It’s nice to meet you.” You finished and he simply waved at you with his little hand, a different smile appearing in his face now, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes turned into little crescents as he did so.

“We’re gonna leave you now so you guys can get to know each other, alright?” Your father said, sharing a knowing look with Kim Seokjin senior and leaving the room, immediately followed by your mother who closed the door behind her after giving you a reassuring smile.

Why were you left alone in your room with a boy you’d never met?

“So what do you wanna play?” You broke the silence politely after noticing he was just as confused as you in that situation. He shrugged exaggeratedly and licked his lips before speaking.

“What were you doing before we arrived?” He questioned, slowly walking towards you but inspecting the belongings in your bedroom rather than meeting your gaze.

He was weird.

“I was having my morning tea!” You explained excitedly and gestured at the tea set behind you “Although it’s probably cold by now…” You reflected sadly “But you can still join me if you’d like.”

“That’s alright I guess.” He dedicated you a forced smile, clearly not convinced and sat down on the small chair across from you.

“Here’s some.” You placed a small cup on the plate in front of him and gently tilted the teapot over the item, pouring a steaming liquid that wasn’t actually there “It’s really good.”

He looked at you and then at the empty cup on the table, then back at you and his brows furrowed deeply.

“There’s nothing there.” He lifted the cup for you to see and turned it over, showing you how in fact there was no content filling it. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

“I know silly, I don’t actually enjoy the taste of tea.” You explained pompously, sitting up as straight as your short spine allowed you, with your legs crossed underneath the table and your hands resting on your knees, chin high and smile bright. Like a lady “But I do enjoy the tea parties.”

“Oh… Alright.” He simply replied and then went quiet once again as you brought your own cup to your lips.

“So, what brings you here today Kim?” You questioned like you’d heard important women do in the TV as you watched him fiddle with the plate, obviously not having the greatest of times. He shrugged again.

“My name is Seokjin.” He corrected politely.

“But your dad said your name was Kim Seokjin.” You retorted, confused.

“That’s my last name.”

“But then, why didn’t he say Seokjin Kim?” The interrogation continued further.

“Because…that’s just how it is where I come from.” He shrugged theatrically.

“Okay, anyway…” You moved on, tempted to ask where exactly he was from but not wanting the conversation to get off track “Why are you here today?”

“I don’t know. My nanny woke me up super early today and got me dressed up to come here.” He clarified for you “It was a really long boring ride.”

“I like that you’re here. I don’t normally have people to drink tea with.” You looked down at the lace of your gloves and remained quiet for a few seconds.

“Thank you.” He replied, sounding sincere and you were thankful he didn’t ask more questions “I like your ribbon.” He complimented and your hand shot up to touch it instinctively.

“Thank you!” You repeated gratefully “It’s actually my favorite.” A smile crept up your lips and he returned it, those half-moons appearing once more when he smiled at you sweetly.

“Can I tell you something?” He stopped smiling and his mood changed, suddenly he seemed a bit insecure. You nodded and he got up from his tiny chair and moved it closer to you, sitting back down, and from that short distance you could finally appreciate the specks of honey in his eyes and the curtains of shiny raven hair that framed his round childish face “We’re getting married.” He said suddenly and you were taken aback for a moment before giggling light-heartedly.

“What?” You asked “That’s silly! I’m only seven years old!” You tried to explain.

“Well I’m nine. But I still don’t think that’s old enough to get married.” He responded and sounded absolutely convinced “That’s just what I heard your father and my father talking about. I don’t know why, but we are.”

“You mean like right now?” Your heart skipped a beat when the thought of you not being properly dressed for the occasion popped into your mind.

“Maybe? Who knows? Adults are weird like that sometimes.” He shrugged yet again “Do you wanna get married with me?” He asked.

“I don’t know you…” You clarified and he looked at you strangely “I don’t really understand what getting married is but I’m sure you don’t do it with strangers? Like, in my mind and in movies people get married when they’re in love…”

“So you’re not in love with me.” He crossed his arms, suddenly defensive.

“Of course not! I’m in love with Chad Michael Murray! He’s the man I’m gonna marry.” You looked him in the eye like it was an obvious thing to know.

“Who the hell is that?” He questioned with a disgusted tone.

“What do you mean who the hell is that? He’s only the hottest man in the planet and the love of my life.” You rolled your eyes.

“So you only like him because he’s hot? I can be… hot! If I was hot would you marry me?” He inquired and you suddenly didn’t know what to reply. And a lady was never caught with her guard down so you recomposed yourself, reassumed your perfect posture and replied.

“If you’re ever as hot as Chad Michael Murray, I will definitely marry you.” Smiling knowingly when he seemed content with your answer, you knew you’d won because no one would ever be as hot as Chad Michael Murray.

Ever.

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Your mouth dropped in disbelief and you damned yourself for how your sentence came out as squeaky and whiny as it did. But honestly, who the hell gave a fuck how much of a sixteen year old you sounded while having an argument with your mother about boys.

“Hey, young lady! Language!” She scolded, her voice a bit higher than yours and muffling whatever snarky, sarcastic reply you were about to throw her way “This isn’t up for discussion. The answer is no, just as it was six months ago.”

“But why?! Why is it that every girl my age is going out, having fun with their friends and going on dates with really cute guys and I can’t just because I’m supposedly getting married to a guy I haven’t seen in years?!” You continued the discussion nevertheless, noticing how the always composed façade of your mother was crumbling down momentarily when she probably wanted to shake you until your brain was numb enough for you to stop arguing with her.

“This isn’t just about that, dear.” Your father entered the room, finally exiting his office after hours and hours of being locked in there making phone calls and delegating tasks for the more inferior people to do “It’s about you needing to be a more decorous person when it comes to how the people see you. Sneaking out of the house with those scandalous clothes to meet with a boy behind our backs, without our permission can be looked down upon and really affect the image of this family!” He explained like you were supposed to give a shit about the words coming out of his mouth.

If there was anyone in that household that knew how to win an argument without even messing up their perfectly slicked back hair, that was your father.

You, on the other hand were way more passionate and aggressive about many things; but if you’d learned something growing up inside that crystal cage of a mansion, was that you would never get through to him by being loud and pushy. So you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and counted to ten before looking back at him with a clearly false smile while you noticed from the corner of your eye how your mother sat down and started rubbing her temples.

“Look, father. I don’t see the point of sending me to the most prestigious school in this damn country, with all the wealthy pompous sons and daughters of the most important people, only to not allow me to date any of them because you think they’re not good enough for me like little Kim Seokjin IV is.” You tried reasoning.

“No one will ever be good enough for you darling!” He let out in a joyful tone, and rather than being touched by the comment, you almost gagged; because in his sexist little mind he really thought you gave a damn about his approval “And please, stop cursing like a trucker, would you?” He said and looked at your mother “Sometimes I think we wasted a lot of money on those etiquette lessons for nothing.” He winked at her.

“Of course it’s always about money with you people…” You fired back with a grunt “To you I’m just a cow waiting to be impregnated with a son who will inherit everything from this stupid family to carry their stupid family name and take over the stupid family company because that’s all women are good enough for.”

They didn’t even deny it. They just rolled their eyes after looking at each other, probably wondering where they went wrong in the way you were brought up to get such wild liberal ideas.

Somewhere along the way, around the time you were 12 or 13 years old, in a stage you called “When The Blindfold Came Off” you started questioning everything that surrounded you and involved your lifestyle. Maybe it was the new revolting hormones, maybe it was that you were sick and tired of being treated like nothing but a thing to be paraded off at every dinner party without no one actually having any expectations for you as an independent individual; but you came to a point where having the most expensive cars, toys, dresses, and pretty much everything else wasn’t satisfying. And looking back at the person you used to be, you were disgusted at yourself for ever being so shallow and superficial.

Another part of you wanted to be forgiving with your past version, nonetheless; because you were young and didn’t know any better. You’d been programmed to think that way. But luckily you’d grown up to be a more socially aware, responsible woman and independent thinker, much to your parents regret.

Suddenly a magazine was thrown over the table and you were startled when your train of thought was haltered. You looked down and met the cover of one of those stupid gossip magazines that got paid to make shit up about ‘famous’ people and who got money off ignorant pricks who loved to consume their bullshit product just because their own lives were too boring and miserable to focus on them.

“What is this?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow defiantly.

“That’s you.” Your mother, who was the one who’d apparently placed the magazine before you, pointing your own yelling face in the picture with her perfectly manicured finger “You’re in the cover for heaven’s sake!”

“Isn’t that flattering.” You smiled sarcastically at both of them and received nothing but disapprobatory looks.

“No it isn’t!” She sounded in hysterics “You were photographed, again, at another protest screaming like a bloody psychopath against the companies of one of your father’s friends!”

“It’s not my fault they don’t give a damn about the fact that if they keep destroying forests like they are now, our grandchildren will have to move to freaking space because there won’t be any air left to breathe.” You crossed your arms stubbornly again and she sighed in defeat, shooting a pleading look at the man in the room.

“We love that you are…passionate about stuff, princess.” Your father spoke in a soft voice and sat down along with you and your mother with a glass of whisky in his hand. You hadn’t noticed until then the wrinkles in his designer shirt or the dark circles under his ever-growingly tired eyes. Maybe if you weren’t so mad at him right now you would be worried and everything for how he worked so many long hours nonstop “But keep in mind that those people could take interest in investing in shares of my company in the future and if they stop to think that my own daughter is trying to boycott theirs, they might think twice before doing so.”

Well, maybe he was right about that. But that’s only because he was analyzing the situation from his side of the story; of course he wouldn’t care about the environment or future generations as long as he had so much money he couldn’t spend it in two or three lifetimes.

But you knew that argument was going to get you nowhere.

“Just… stop sending your bodyguards to follow me. It’s not okay, I’m sixteen! I need some damn privacy.” You stated finally getting up ready to leave the room, knowing the lack of answer from your parental figures only meant they would wipe their asses with whatever request regarding your own life you had, because they would do whatever they wanted anyways.

The dim lights hanging from the various chandeliers on the ceiling gave the area of the ball room in your house – because yes, every wealthy family who respected themselves had a ball room in their mansions obviously – an almost fairytale-like feeling that, along with the music coming from the string quartet playing in the back corner, almost made you picture the main character from an 19th century film dancing to the soft music along with the people surrounding her wearing their most elegant attires for the occasion, hand in hand with the love interest; the prince charming that came to the picture to sweep her off her feet and save her from having to be an independent woman ever again in her life.

Ugh. Your past self would’ve loved that scene.

Your present self nonetheless, had to stop herself from gagging every time you analyzed what was going on at that moment right before your eyes. The way your parents used your own birthday as an excuse to invite whatever possible investor they managed to have come over, and every person with an ostentatious name who had an account almost as fat and juicy as the one in the bank with your family name in it, in the name of “a homage” to your 21st year on Earth. All these people gathered up in your not-so-humble abode pretending to enjoy each other’s company when in reality they were just waiting for the other person to turn around before they started criticizing what they were wearing or who they showed up with.

Hypocrites.

“Smile darling…” Your mother whispered through her teeth as you both stood in the middle of the room, greeting every guest with a smile so wide your jaw felt numb after a mere couple of minutes; a few seconds later, she bowed politely to the short chubby man with silver hair who’d just approached the two of you with a woman young enough to be her great-granddaughter in his arm “Good evening Mr. Valentine” She greeted and he wheezed out what you supposed was a laugh.

“Look at you two!” He screamed unnecessarily, opening his arms, letting go of his ‘date’ and embracing you tightly, having the hardest time of your life hiding the disgust in your features over this man pressing his ancient body against yours, whom you’d never met before “Don’t you look good enough to eat.” Just when you thought he couldn’t get any creepier.

“Thank you for coming over tonight.” Your mother caught his attention and you shot her a thankful look because he then let go of you “We really appreciate it.”

“Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He said, taking the girl in front of you’s hand and dragging her away just like that.

“What a delightful man!” You spat sarcastically and she simply rolled her eyes, used to your attitude.

“He’s one of your father’s biggest investors. In fact, most of these people are so, just for tonight, try to be polite.” She pleaded, knowing how dealing with your stubborn self could be quite a challenge.

“Why mother? Why is it that in my 21st birthday I need to do whatever everyone else expects from me and not what I wanna do?” You replied seriously, the zipper on the back of your tight-fitting gown probably leaving you a permanent mark when you took a deep breath and sighed “All I wanted was pizza and cake to share with my friends. And you couldn’t even do that for me.”

“You’re a grown up now, you should understand your duties as the daughter of one of the most important men in this country.” She retorted less and less pleased with every single word coming out of your mouth, patience wearing thin.

“Exactly. I’m a grown up. I shouldn’t have to beg for you guys to do what I want to do for once in my life like a little girl anymore!” Another old couple walked past the two of you and you were forced to smile politely; they weren’t at fault of whatever family drama was going on. As soon as they moved on, nonetheless, you continued “I’m not being bratty. I just wanna be heard and respected.” You explained, and deep down you knew as a woman herself she understood. But as a mother, she would like you to shut up and do what she wanted for as long as possible; forever even.

When she simply turned around and kept on greeting the guests that walked by, you knew the conversation was over. Twenty one years of dealing with the same bullshit should’ve prepared you for moments like that. But somehow you still got your hopes up that your words would be heard at some point, only to have those hopes crush back into the ground.

You looked down and bit your lip to stop it from quivering, feeling a wave of burning frustration tears coming and fighting them away as hard as possible. You had no plans of crying on your own goddamn birthday.

Sniffing quietly and lifting up your chin like you’d been taught over a decade ago, you looked to the crowd in front of you, only to meet something that caught your eye and stood over all of the other things surrounding you right then.

A broad back was turned to you, a mane of black hair, smooth as silk, slicked back perfectly for the special occasion; hands in pockets which allowed you to catch a glimpse of an obviously very expensive watch wrapped around his wrist and a pair of shoes so shiny they could’ve blinded an animal in the middle of the road. He said something to the small group of people he was talking to, and they all seemed to find it hilarious, his own ridiculously wide shoulders moving up and down slightly from the aftermath of his own apparent joke, and a big man around your father’s age patting on his back as if congratulating him for being such an enchanting person.

“Mom…?” You elbowed her side slightly and she turned to meet your eye with a strange look “Who’s that?” You pointed to the man in front of you who had no idea you were even admiring him as intently as you were, and she grabbed your index finger to pull it back down.

“Do not point like that, it’s not polite!” She scolded ferociously and you rolled your eyes for the millionth time that night.

“Mother, just grant me this one wish, okay? Just tonight, for my birthday. Just answer one question without telling me how much of a disappointment I am to you because I already know.” You stated and deep down, when she didn’t deny your words, it hurt. But you tried your best not to show it.

“That’s Seokjin, dear.” She simply answered, nodding her head to gesture to look back in the direction where you’d seen him before.

“Seokjin?” You replied, the last bit of the word coming out an octave too high as you couldn’t quite believe her. “Seokjin. The scrawny little kid who was three inches shorter than me the last time I saw him.”

“Yes, dear.” She repeated with gritted teeth as she kept gesturing her head towards him, but you just ignored her, even though such behavior wasn’t common of your usually composed mother.

“Wow. He grew up fine.” Bra-vo puberty. Your brows shot up and you glanced a waiter walking behind you, stopping him to steal a flute of champagne from him and downing it as soon as it touched your lips.

“Who did?” A peculiar voice came from behind you and you turned around so fast, the sparkling liquid still in your throat, that you couldn’t help but choke at the sight of those coffee-colored eyes in a distance way shorter than you’d thought you’d see them, coughing like a dying dog in front of the most gorgeous man you’d witnessed in your life. “Woah, are you okay?” His hand flew to your back and started rubbing soothing circles as your own landed on your chest, trying to return your breathing back to its normal pace; which was resulting a bit complicated considering your heart was racing from the warm feeling of his palm against the naked skin of your shoulder “Better now?” He asked again politely and you only managed to nod with watery eyes, still not calm enough to answer and catching your mother with narrowed eyes.

She was warning you before, that he was heading your way and you hadn’t paid attention to her. You knew one day that would come back to bite you in the ass.

If only he was the one biting your ass…

“Wait what?” You spoke out loud before you could stop yourself.

“What?” He giggled, pillowy lips stretching to reveal a perfect line of pearl-like teeth, eyeing you up and down as he did, probably thinking you’d lost your mind.

“Honey, you do remember Kim Seokjin right?” Your mother chimed in to save the day again with her outstanding social skills, placing her feminine hand on his shoulder and earning a dashing smile from him.

The half-moons… You certainly remembered those.

“Yes mother.” You fixed your posture and not too sure what to do, held your hand up for him to shake like you were a business man closing a deal. Your mother was almost having a stroke after that with one of her eyelids twitching and everything. As much as her botox-filled features, allowed her, that is.

Seokjin giggled yet again and held yours with both his hands, bringing it up to his lips and almost making you weak in the knees. God bless the long ass gown you were wearing for not letting anyone know how they buckled “Nice to see you again, Seokjin.” You finished with a nod of your head and he smiled again, but this time for you only.

“Absolutely! I wouldn’t miss my fiancé’s birthday for the world!” He joked, at least you thought so, since no one said anything and he leaned in to speak in your ear over the mumbling of the crowd, his hot breath hitting your earlobe and neck caused yet another shiver to run up your spine “Are you having a good time?” He asked and then moved his face ever so slowly to meet your gaze.

If you’d had those eyes, the color of coffee in a chilly winter morning, looking at you like that before, you would probably be a married woman already. The nearly-there golden spots in his irises immediately brought to your mind a flashback of him moving a small chair closer to you and informing you that you two were bound to get married, and out of nowhere you felt your cheeks heat up.

He waited patiently for your answer, looking down at you with a strange look in his features; and in the middle of the daze you found yourself in, product of the nearness of him and that intoxicating manly fragrance that was filling up your senses, you looked up at your mother, noticing she was speaking with whom you supposed was Seokjin’s father considering the physical similarities, and looked back at him, your faces a little too close for what would be normal human interaction and shook your head slightly with a shy smile, the earrings on your earlobe dangling with the motion as you were lucky enough to witness that hypnotizing smile from up close.

He chuckled and looked away playfully.

“The party isn’t as wild as you’d expected?” He tilted his head like the little boy you had engraved in your memories and raised a dark eyebrow.

“You could say that.” You rolled your eyes and looked away as well, mainly because if you kept staring at him directly for too long you thought you might’ve passed out. Looking at him was like looking directly at the moon for a little too long. You wouldn’t think it’d be dangerous, but before you realized, it your eyes would be blinded from the bright light he irradiated.

“And…what did you have in mind, Princess?” He questioned, his hands placed in his pockets casually as he nodded to a middle-aged man that had caught his eye, not actually catching your ridiculous reaction to the nickname he’d given you.

“Getting drunk, passing out, getting laid, eating ‘till I puked. Not exactly in that order.” You shot back, getting your normal self who’d momentarily disappeared ready and set to flirt with him as much as you could.

“Well… I might be able to help with a couple of those, if you’re interested.” He shrugged nonchalantly and brushed away a whatever that wasn’t really on your shoulder, goosebumps forming up your skin and making you tremble. He noticed, and you knew, from the cocky smirk in his pink lips and the cheeky wink he’d dedicated you.

You also knew he was perfectly aware of the effect he was causing on you and he was enjoying, watching you crumble in front of him like a school girl with his attentions.

“I’m definitely interested.” You nodded and he wasted no time resting his hand on your lower back and very discretely pulling you out of your own birthday party.

You hadn’t seen this man in years, but something deep down told you he was someone you could trust and who would be your savior for the night. Whether it was his ridiculously good looks or the fact that he was your only hope of actually having a decent time for once in your birthday.

He grabbed your hand in his delicately and guided you, making you feel like a little girl and for once actually not hating the feeling, heading towards the back of the castle-sized place you lived in where all of the guests’ cars had been parked by the valet at the front door.

If you were any other regular person, you would’ve been gobsmacked at the amount of shiny, clearly new, imported cars lined up together, one after the other, ranging from wild colors like red and yellow, to more regular ones like silver and black. You followed quietly, watching your step to make sure you didn’t twist your ankle with the heels on the gravel and before you could stop your tracks, a beeping sound accompanied by the flashing of two bright headlights startled you.

“Oh my god!” You sighed out, your heart beating at a dangerous pace again “That scared the living shit out of me!” An urge to punch his arm overcame you, but you held back after considering you two weren’t close enough for you to do that.

“Well isn’t that the mouth of a real princess….” He turned back to you and crossed his arms with a playful expression and smug grin “I can see now the stories are true.”

“What stories?” You frowned and took a defensive attitude.

“The stories of the petroleum magnate’s daughter being a bit too rebellious to everyone’s concern.” He replied to your question and you wished you hadn’t asked.

“I’m not…rebellious.” You licked your lips nervously “I’m just me.” His eyes met yours again and you secretly wished he wasn’t regretting the decision to get you out of that hideous party.

“I know…” Any trace of playfulness had disappeared from his face and he unlocked the car with the key button. He opened the passenger door for you to get in, holding your hand the whole time and the tingling sensation in your fingertips at his delicate touch almost made you understand why women in movies loved those chivalrous gestures so much.

He circled the car and sat in front of the wheel, the key in the ignition turning and bringing the engine of his Audi R8 to life.

Something seemed to distract him briefly before he started reversing the car out of the parking lot and he moved his hands away from the wheel, turning to look at you with a serious expression. His hand reached out, and for a moment your heart started pouncing inside your chest at the possibility of him actually making a move on you so quickly. But his hand didn’t go anywhere near wherever you would’ve imagined, grabbing something behind your right ear and you noticed after the sound it made, that he was putting on your seatbelt for you.

His long fingers seemed to be struggling to put it in place, and you weren’t sure if that was on purpose or not; but you secretly rejoiced in those glorious seconds where you got to feel his hot breath against your skin and his soft lips so damn near to yours.

Finally you heard the ‘click’ that announced your seatbelt was finally on and he returned to his place, putting on his own and pulling out of the parking lot into the starry summer night.

“I could’ve done that myself you know?” You protested, knowing damn well that you enjoyed the subtle grazing of his forearm against your boob.

“Yeah…I know.” He repeated with a smile you couldn’t quite figure out.

The ride was nothing like you would’ve imagined. There wasn’t flirting back and forth like you’d done with other boys in your life before; there wasn’t physical contact or even any awkwardness, and you didn’t even speak to ask him where you were going, since you knew anything would be better than the place you’d just left. And still, you enjoyed it way more than any other car ride you’d shared with anyone else. Every now and then he would shoot you a look, making your cheeks heat up because he’d caught you staring.

Sometimes he would mouth a few of the words from the song that was playing from his stereo: soft indie music. Your favorite, actually.

The windows were rolled down, probably making a rat’s nest out of your hair, but the feeling of the warm breeze against your cheeks combined with the relaxing ambiance of the car were too good to even worry.

“We’re here.” He broke the comfortable silence you’d both been in for the past minutes, and you were almost disappointed for the ride to be over, turning to look back at him with that beautiful warm smile plastered on his face again.

“Where’s here?” You asked, ripping your eyes away from his hypnotizing features in the dim light and looking around. The darkness was still out there, barely any light other than the cars passing by to allow you to see any further than the front of your own, but a yellow spot floating not too far away from where you’d parked helped you realize what his plan was “Seriously?” A playful smile crept up your lips, and you were amazed at how this man who you hadn’t seen in years knew you better than your own family.

“Seriously.” He half smiled and kept on driving.

Pulling in the parking lot he, as the gentleman you’d learned he was, helped you get out of his car and held your hand as he guided you through the place; opening up the door for you and smiling even wider when he saw the look on your face.

“You can pick anything you like. It’s my gift to you for your birthday.” He winked and then suddenly you didn’t know what to do with yourself. It’d been so long since you’d had McDonald’s, or any other kind of junk food for that matter that ordering suddenly became the hardest task for you.

“This is…fucking amazing!” You let out excitedly, a little too loud, causing the people who were eating there, along with the employees to look at you two. As if your flashy gown and his perfectly-fitting tuxedo weren’t eye-catching enough.

This time it was you who grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towards the counter, not even caring about the possibility of breaking your ankle by running in those heels; the girl who took your order looked at you strangely, clearly not used to seeing people dressed like that walk into her restaurant, but took your order professionally and soon you were both in the car again with a huge bag each from all the things you’d bought.

“I don’t even care that I’m supposed to act like a lady or whatever.” You simply explained as you unwrapped your first burger and took a huge bite of it. Exclaiming how delicious it was crossed your mind, but knowing it would probably end up with a piece of chewed up lettuce on Seokjin’s gorgeous face, you restrained and waited until you swallowed, helping yourself with the huge plastic cup of icy coke you’d also purchased “It’s been so long since I had a burger.” You reflected, absent-mindedly, closing your eyes in pure happiness only to open them again when you heard a strange laugh to your left.

Seokjin was biting half a fry from his hands, and looking at you with the most delighted look in his eye.

“Who would’ve known the richest princess in the country could’ve been happy about getting McDonald’s for her birthday!” He teased you and rather than getting annoyed you laughed along. It was pretty funny.

“I know I’m gonna sound super whiny…” You prepared him “but at home we only get to eat gourmet food prepared by a chef my mom makes sure to supervise every single day.” And to your surprise he didn’t tease you about it so you continued while he looked at you with his brown orbs intensely enough to make you shiver for the millionth time that evening “I don’t think people really realize that I rarely get to make my own choices. Even when it comes to something as stupid as food. I’m watched every single hour of every single day. I am supervised about everything: what I wear, where I go, who I go out with. It’s exhausting. I never get to be myself for one second…”

“I know what you mean.” He finally spoke when he made sure you were finished, while you chewed on the end of your plastic straw.

“You do?” You asked in a soft voice, surprised someone actually understood you, rather than shut you down saying you should be thankful for everything you had.

“I mean with me it was never as bad as it is with you, maybe because I’m a guy.” And you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes yet again; of course it was because he was a guy “I did get some say in what I wore and the girls that I wanted to go out with, but in other areas like…what I wanted to do with my life and anything regarding my future was, according to everyone around me, not my decision. I was supposed to do what I was told without hesitating because apparently everyone knew what was best for me… but me.” He chuckled bitterly, looking at the lit up dashboard while licking the corner of his mouth, and you knew exactly what that felt like.

“And what did you do about it?” You questioned, receiving an eyebrow raise and a half smile.

“Well…after many arguments with my mother, and many fights with my father; some of them actually quite physical,” He frowned at that statement “I got them to let me choose my own major, which was a real huge deal for me after years of having everything be decided for me.” He looked at you then and you could see in his eyes that he was honestly proud of what he’d achieved.

“So what are you studying now?” You smiled along, feeling his victory like your own.

“I wanna be a teacher.” He confessed and something in your chest fluttered at the image of him standing in front of a classroom of kids who watched and listened to him attentively while he imparted whatever knowledge he was supposed to “An art teacher more specifically.”

“That’s amazing!” You responded sincerely “I wish I could do something like that… Honestly I think it would be pointless at this stage of my life.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” He got serious all of a sudden, putting back the food back in his bag and placing it on the floor of the back seats “I know it can be hard,” He sat there facing you “but it’s not impossible. I mean you’re still young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you!” He stated excitedly, throwing his hands in the air and smiling a reassuring smile “I haven’t told anyone this yet…” He lowered his voice like someone could’ve heard you inside the car in the middle of nowhere “but I even got my own apartment. I know, I’m 23, I should’ve been out my house ages ago, but they just wouldn’t let me.” Yeah, you knew what that was like “I’ve paid the first month of rent with the money I made working myself and it felt so good… So good to finally be able to say that I did something by myself and it was all thanks to my own effort.” Your hand suddenly started itching with the urge of bringing it up and stroking his cheek, because the shining excitement of pride in his pupils made him look like the most adorable being.

“That’s…wow.” You were lost for words “That’s great Seokjin. I’m proud of you.” You smiled sweetly and decided to reach for his hand and give it a light squeeze, which he reciprocated.

“Thank you. It’s amazing to hear that, actually. I’m not sure that’s something I’ve ever heard before.” He admitted a bit sadly “You can just call me Jin by the way…”

“Jin…” You tested the foreign word and found yourself liking it “Okay.” He looked at you with the same previous glimmer in his eyes and for a second neither of you spoke, only the occasional humming of a car passing by making the windows vibrate and the calming music in the background interrupting the silence “Is it too weird if I ask if you want to check it out?” He said then.

“What?” You were taken by surprise.

“My…apartment. Would like to see it? It’s actually not too far from here.” His eyes looked out into the darkness like he as actually looking at said apartment and a smile curved up your lips for the millionth time that night since you’d decided to leave that party. Sadly enough you didn’t remember when was the last time you’d smiled that much in someone else’s company, let alone have that much of a great time. And you were dumb enough to lose yourself in your own thoughts, not realizing that you hadn’t actually replied to his request and the smile in his own lips disappeared briefly, only to come back again as one which, you noticed, wasn’t as sincere. “It is too weird isn’t it? I’m sorry if you took it the wrong way I honestly just wanted to show you my place. Sorry for asking.” He let out quickly and your eyes widened when he faced the wheel again, clearly breaking any contact you could’ve been having before.

“No, wait!” You answered heatedly “Wait, I’d love to! I’m sorry, yes… I’d love to see your new place.”

“Really?” He asked, tone a little pitchy but excitement evident in his features with wide eyes and a small pout you weren’t sure he was aware of.

“Really.”

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