The Devil Skates On Thin Ice, 3.

The Devil Skates on Thin Ice, 3.

Genre | Hockey Player / Figure Skater Rivalry AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Feminine Reader.

Words | 20,254 words.

Conspectus | The number one rule of Korea National Sport University is to never allow their elite figure skater and the captain of the ice hockey team be in the same room. Or in their case, on the same ice rink. They are infamously known for riling each other up in any way possible, and for having a mysterious history that even their closest friends know nothing about.

But when their coaches decide it is finally time to put an end to their five year rivalry, the pair of them certainly have very conflicting views about it.

Warnings | Heavy swearing. Angst. Severe injuries and blood. Mentions of trauma. Hospitals. Implied sexual content. Is there going to be a happy ending, you ask? Well, you will just have to find out for yourself! Also, there are many flashbacks throughout this, which are marked by passages of italics. If the line-breaks between scenes are not working, a new scene is signified by a perspective shift.

Parts | One • Two • Three (Finale)

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this christmas | myg

part of the happy ho-lidays collab with @floralseokjin​ @sugaurora​ @underthejoon​ @winetae​ @btssavedmylifeblr​ and @kpopfanfictrash​!

summary⇢ it’s been a while since you’ve been home for the holidays, but this year, you finally plan on rectifying that. things are going well for you—great job, great friends, and a new boyfriend who you have a pretty great feeling about—and it seems everything in your life is finally slotting into place. but, of course, the past is a relentless specter and the universe always has a way of humbling you. in a ridiculous twist of fate, you soon find yourself stuck in a car with the very reason you have avoided coming back in the first place. pairing⇢ yoongi/reader word count⇢ 29.9k 🥴😭   rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | exes!au | road trip!au warnings⇢ angst, sexual content, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, men being assholes, an instance of underage drinking, lots of passive aggressiveness, jimin meaning well, yoongi having absurd amounts of patience and thus being very on brand, phewww does oc really go through it 😭 a/n⇢ *casually strolls in months late, sipping on eggnog* HELLO, FRIENDS 🥴 yeah, so. in true ashley fashion, this fic exploded and sprinted wayyyy past what i thought the word count would be, so now here we are 😭 😭 decking the halls in black history month LMAO! this was truly a labor of love because y’all know i don’t have the patience to write things like this in one go. but here we are!! we made it!!! 😮‍💨 🎶AND THIS CHRISTMASSSSS…WILL BEEEEEE 🎶 🎄❄️✨ of course, the title of this fic is from this holiday classic, but i would say the mood is more this. thank you for being so patient and i hope you enjoy! 😊

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warm this winter ⤑ ksj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas. 〞vacation au. christmas au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader ft. ex-boyfriend jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ∝ fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 51.6k 🗿

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of alcohol, depictions of drunk one night stands, the angst at the start is real god be w ye, pining, on god so much pining, seokjin is a fucking tease and i’m going to fight him, jungkook is both a dumbass and an asshole and i’m going to fight him too, hard dom!seokjin, big cock!seokjin, possessive!seokjin, sub!reader, making out, biting, slight pain kink but nothing major, marking, stripping, teasing, body worship, rough breast/nipple play, nipple biting, fingering, dirty talk, pinning i.e. seokjin pins u down, degradation, wet and messy sex, finger sucking, seokjin is an authoritative pussy tease, begging, pussy eating, hair pulling, pussy spanking, clit sucking/biting, orgasm control, orgasm denial, gagging with underwear, tongue fucking, face riding, edging/delayed orgasm, overstimulation, lowkey clit torture, squirting, cum eating, cum spitting, minor male masturbation, spitting, a dick slapping and rubbing against coochie, size kink, one again seokjin’s cock is monstrous, pussy stretching, unprotected sex, sex by a fireplace on a faux sheepskin rug god bless, praise, deep dicking, cockwarming, rough sex this was not supposed to be rough this was supposed to be tender feral at most, scratching, spanking, choking, breath play, mirror sex, voyeurism, mild impreg/breeding kink, crying, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, koobie redemption arc but we’re still gonna scrap

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hahaha THIS IS FUCKING LATE BUT YEEHAW AT LEAST ITS DONE,,, anyways another seokjin au? ur damn right! i need to make up for the lack of jinnie fics on my masterlist and i love my winter prince a lot 🥰. additional notes: no i didn’t except the smut to be this long and no i definitely didn’t expect to write all those warnings into this fic but yolo i’m absolutely pussy whipped for seokjin

⤑ edited by the wonderful @guktro​ // beta read by: @yeoldontknow​, @sunshinekims​, @inthecrescentmoonight​, @nottodayjjk​, @nervouskiwi​, @vari8tions​, @jeonsjiddies​, @nightshadevinter​

⏤ written for the ‘Secret Santa’ collab hosted by miss maggie aka @kimtaehyunq​

Conscientious gaze fixated onto the window of the taxi, you focus your attention on the wintry, alpine landscape that blurs past you. Evergreen of fir and pine, their branches still burgeoning verdant leaves of murky jade, intersperse with deciduous trees of birch and chestnut, the latter whose skeletons boast barren bones of umber. A heavy sheath of snow encapsulates the entire ground, from the snow-capped mountains looming in the distance, to the ligneous frames of the trees: whether their foliage still flourishes, or whether it had already abscised. Above you, the sky is a pale shade of beryl, and with nary a wisp of a cloud in sight, the unobscured daylight rains upon the niveous ground, causing the soft sheets of powdered snow to reflect the stark light.

With a muted sigh, you press your head against the glass. The sharp sensation of the gelid surface has a shiver shooting down your spine, causing you to burrow further into your puffy winter jacket. Having only arrived a few hours ago, you can’t say you’ve seen much of Austria yet; most of your experience consists of your exit from the airport, and then the lengthy drive towards the Austrian Alps. Still, from what you’ve seen from outside the window, you can tell it’s a beautiful country, and ordinarily, this would be a holiday destination you would have once jumped at the opportunity to visit. Yet, as you stare out at the midwinter scenery, all you can feel are the beginning ripples of dread sinking into the very foundation of your bones.

And for no other reason than the fact that you’d be spending this particular holiday with your ex-boyfriend.

And his new girlfriend.

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if by chance | ksj - part II

Summary: And I know that in the darkest parts of you, you pray and hope and wish for it too. -Ruth B.

pairing: dad(dilf?)!Seokjin x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors!au, fwb, dad!bts, slice of life

warnings: Reader has lots of conflicting feelings, Jin’s son is the most adorable human

explicit sexual content: smut in the forms of; kissing (lots of it), fingering, oral (f & m receiving), a shower scene, unprotected sex (thats a no no please wrap it up) different positions, lots and lots of dirty talk, Jin has a big dick, multiple orgasms

word count: 9.8k

A/N: welcome to part 2 of sexy dad Jin 😏. I hope you’ll enjoy it and leave me some lovely feedback if you do! It’s always so appreciated.

Thank you so so much to @eatjeanjin for beta reading this for me. If was so much help.

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You really have to get more interesting hobbies. Something to occupy your time so that you’re not sitting at home, scrolling through Netflix and hoping that Jin will text you. You didn’t want to be that girl.

It’s been two months since that first time that you slept together. Since then, any weekend that Songho isn’t home, you find yourself in Jin’s bed or he finds himself in yours, the two of you barely leaving the bed except to find food and occasionally shower. But even the shower turns into a place where your body is worshipped by Kim Seokjin.

Seeing him around the building feels more frequent now, or maybe you just can’t help but notice him around more. Your heart swells a little each time you walk into the laundry room of your apartment building to see Jin and Songho folding clothes together. As soon as Songho notices you, he gets the brightest smile on his face and waves you over. He tells you about his day at preschool and you can’t help but to eat up every moment that he tells you about. Jin always looks at his son so fondly, and sometimes you catch him looking at you with a different kind of fondness as you engage in conversation with his four year old son.

Scrolling through your phone, you are now considering texting your friends to see if they have plans tonight. It’s only noon, so you aren’t even sure anyone will have anything decided yet. But just as you’re about to push send on the text, a very loud and frantic knock taps against your door, your phone practically flying out of your hand. You scramble your way off the couch and open your door to see Jin standing on the other side, he’s leaning down with his hands on his knees, looking completely out of breath.

“Jin? Are you okay?” You try to bend over to look at his face, but he holds up a finger, signaling you to wait a moment while he catches his breath. You can’t help but to start laughing at the visual of him running here so quickly.

“Seems rude for you to laugh at my misfortune, Cosmo.” Jin finally huffs out, standing up straight but still a slightly pained look on his face.

“Sorry.” You snicker again, laughing a little louder when he glares. “What are you doing here anyways? Where’s Songho?” You look out into the hallway for the little boy but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Songho has piano practice this afternoon.” He takes one more deep breath before stepping into your apartment. The fresh scent of laundry detergent wafts into your nose from the black hoodie he’s wearing. Your eyes immediately go to his lips and you swallow thickly before speaking.

“So what does that mean?” Your body immediately lights up when his hands slide beneath your t-shirt, getting to your bare skin as quickly as possible.

“It means we have one hour, Cosmo.” Big hands grab your breasts and squeeze, your eyes threatening to roll back already. “And I want to use every minute of it with you.” Jin's lips cover yours just as you start to moan when he tweaks your nipples.

“I guess I should feel lucky right? Since I haven’t heard from you all week.” You manage to get the words out between kisses.

“You know Songho is home this week, aegiya. We have to be good.” He grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you before reattaching his lips to yours, tongue delving into your mouth.

You’d become used to his Korean term of endearment for you. It was much better than Cosmo, but you’d gotten used to that one as well. Jin and Songho both calling you Cosmo was adorable to say the least.

“I know…I just-“ You’re trying to speak, but Jin has his lips on your neck, his tongue becoming very distracting for you to continue.

“I missed you too.” He says, making you freeze for a moment. ‘Missing you’ seemed like the opposite of what friends with benefits would say to each other. You don’t want to overthink what those feelings could hold, so instead you laced your fingers into his soft, unstyled hair and pulled him closer.

Jin presses his hips into yours, the hard line of his cock rubbing into your stomach and making you whimper. His lips come back to yours at the sound, rushed sloppy kisses driving you insane.

“Bedroom?” You ask, hands leaving his hair and grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it off swiftly. He shakes out his hair and smiles at you sweetly just before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them and his boxers to the floor.

You’re used to seeing each other naked now, so when you don’t flinch at the sight of him naked, Jin is slightly disappointed. He looks at you with a pout on his lips.

“Why aren’t you excited to see it?” He whines and it makes you laugh. “Have you grown bored with me already? I’m not sure I could take the rejection, Cosmo.” He pretends to be hurt, slapping his hand over his heart as if your words had truly wounded him.

“You’re ridiculous. It’s not that I’m not excited to see your dick, Jin, I’m just…familiar with it now.” You aren’t sure how else to explain it. You love his dick, especially when it’s inside you.

“Well can’t you at least pretend it still excites you? Look how excited it is to see you.” He points his crotch towards you, cock still standing tall even with all this banter happening.

“Very excited.” You practically purr the words, biting into your bottom lip as you reach one of your hands towards him, wrapping it around his cock and stroking it gently. “Would it be more excited if it was in my mouth?”

“Mm. Want to do that for me?” His head rolls back when you swipe your thumb over the head, spreading the precum down his shaft as you continue to stroke him.

You don’t answer him, deciding to just drop to your knees in front of him in the entryway of your apartment. Jin groans when he brings his head up and his eyes land on you.

“Your mouth is my second favorite place to have my cock.” He groans when you run your tongue along his length

“And the first?” You say, just before your lips wrap around the head, sucking lightly.

“You love when I talk dirty to you, don’t you aegiya?” Jin moves a hand down to your cheek, feeling the tip of his cock poke at it when you take him further into your mouth. You hum around him in agreement, wanting him to say more. “My favorite place is as deep in your perfect pussy as I can possibly get.”

You put your hands on the back of both of his thighs, nails scratching at the skin, beckoning him deeper into your mouth. Jin hisses through his teeth when his hips push his cock into your throat.

“Oh baby, that’s so so good. Look up at me please.” His fingers lightly grip your chin and angle your face up. When your eyes meet his, Jin bites into his plush bottom lip, hips twitching involuntarily.

You start to pick up the pace of bobbing your head, adding harder sucks and sloppier licks. The sounds filling the room are wet and crude but also music to your ears when Jin starts to moan and grunt each time his cock strokes along your tongue and bumps at the back of your throat. You know he’s getting close, his face starts to flush and his thighs quake when he’s getting close, and both of those things are starting to happen.

“Fuck…___, stop. Stop, aegiya.” Jin's hands cup your face to hold your head still, you look up at him confused and pull your mouth off of him with a lewd pop.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, afraid maybe you were doing something he didn’t like.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He smiles at you sweetly and pulls you to your feet, lips finding yours immediately. His long fingers find your hair and your arms instinctively wrap around his waist. “We have 20 minutes…and I want to cum inside you.”

“Your favorite place?” You tease, taking one of his hands and pushing it down between your legs. You know he can feel how wet you are through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. He hums in approval at what he feels, using his hand to pull your shorts and underwear down in one go.

Jin grabs your hand and gives you a wink over his shoulder as he leads you into your living room. He sits his naked form down onto your couch then pulls you down to straddle his lap. You watch in awe as he reaches between your bodies and starts stroking his cock, his head falling against the back of the couch while he looks at you and pulls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. Why is it so hot to watch him touch himself?

“Ride me?” His hands knead at the soft flesh on your hips, guiding you to where he wants you. You plant your hands on the back of the couch around his head, leaning down to kiss him while positioning yourself for him to get inside you.

Normally you would tease him more. Maybe even make him beg. But you know your time is limited and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him right this second. So you willingly sink down onto him, both of you moaning at how perfect it feels.

You start to slowly grind your hips down, rolling them in patterns while keeping Jin’s cock buried inside you and for as deep as it can get. You watch his face as it contorts into pleasure, almost like he’s trying to collect his thoughts or hold back how badly he wants to take control. The thought that you’re making him feel that way makes it feel that much better for you.

“Let me fuck you.” Jin's grip on your hips tightens and he starts to lean forward so he can sit up. But you grab onto his shoulders and shove him back against the couch with a thud.

“No, I like this.” You run your hands through your hair and continue the slow ministrations of your hips. Jin releases a long breath and tries to gain composure.

“There isn’t time for you to work me up so slowly, baby.” Jin watches between your legs and wonders if there’s ever been anything hotter than the sight of your pussy stretched around his cock. He slides one of his hands down your hip then to your clit and works slow circles on it.

“Shit.” You feel that knot in your stomach start to tighten at the added stimulation. You bring your eyes down to Jin's face, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and a mix of slight irritation and pleasure on his face. “Mm I think I could cum just like this.” You bring your hands down to your breasts and start kneading your own flesh, groaning and throwing your head back with a smile.

“____…baby…please. Let’s not do this now.” He sits up again and this time you don’t stop him, his mouth coming to one of your nipples for a few quick licks before he’s moving to your neck.

Jin grabs the globes of your ass roughly, making you gasp and clench at the feeling. You love when he’s just a little rough, It is so out of his nature unless it is behind closed doors.

He lifts you up and then lets you slide back down his length, his mouth finding yours to press sloppy kisses against.

“Is that what you want? For me to bounce on your cock?” Your words were swallowed by his lips, but you felt him twitch inside you before he groaned deep in his chest.

“Please, aegiya. Be good for me.” Jin’s tongue slides into your mouth and you decide to appease him. You use his shoulders for leverage and set a quick pace in hopes to make yourself and the beautiful man beneath you come undone.

“I think I’m gonna cum now, fuck you’re so deep.” You slow just a little when you feel Jin start to buck his hips up off the couch each time you come down.

Jin looks over at the clock you have hanging on the wall in the living room, his face scrunching up almost painfully. He knows there isn’t much time, he needs to go get his son. So the next time you come down on him, he grabs your hips again, quickly maneuvering you and pressing your back against the couch. His hips are snapping into yours with such force that you’re sure there will be bruises for you to remember him and this moment for days to come.

His hands are sliding up the backs of your thighs until he reaches the backs of your knees, gripping and pushing them forward until your knees are almost pinned next to your ears.

That unrelenting pace he’s set is making you a crazy person. You can’t stop the desperate moans and screams that escape your mouth. It feels so good, so good that tears start to form at the corners of your eyes while your hands fumble around to his broad back, scratching pink trails from his shoulders to the dimples at the small of his back.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you baby? You’re squeezing me so tight. Cream all over my cock, I want it so bad.” Jin lets go of your knees, falling forward and bracing himself on his arms above you. His lips seek out yours and swallow up all of your sounds.

This is the first time you’ve been in this position. The both of you normally find it to be too intimate for friends with benefits. But it might be your new favorite now that it’s happened. His chest pressed to yours and his sweet kisses smothering your lips and skin. It’s nothing short of divine.

And it’s that bit of sweetness that sends you over the edge this time. Your lips part from his as your head falls back, but Jin grabs your chin and brings your face back to his.

“I want to see you fall apart like this, aegiya. You’re so…” Jin stops himself, realizing he was about to say something that might not be appropriate for your arrangement. You may have dwelled on it more, if you weren’t already, in the middle of your earth-shaking orgasm.

You melt into the couch cushions as soon as you feel him finish as well, hot spurts filling you up and dripping all over your thighs. You start to wrap your arms around his torso, but he’s already moving and slipping his softening cock out of your body. No cuddling this time it seems.

“I have to go. I don’t want Songho to be waiting for me.” He pats the side of your thigh awkwardly and stands up, his chest heaving with quick breaths.

You hate that you’re feeling something over this. You shouldn’t feel upset that he’s leaving so abruptly. But he has his priorities, and you know you aren’t one of them. So you ignore that little ping in your chest and watch him gather up his clothes and put them on in a rush.

“Of course. I’ll just…see you later then?” You grab the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and quickly cover yourself with it, suddenly feeling strange.

“Yeah, I’ll text you, Cosmo.” Jin runs his hands through his hair a few times, gives you a quick closed lip smile and walks out your door without saying anything else.

It takes a few minutes of sitting there and just staring at your TV (that you never even turned on) for you to snap out of your trance. This isn’t a relationship. This is an arrangement that’s supposed to benefit you both. And in most ways it did, except when it came to you and your inability to not catch feelings.

You like him. You liked all the times you fell asleep with his face buried in your neck and the way his scent stayed on your sheets for a few days. You liked when he got excited about some new documentary on Netflix and the way his voice would crack when he tried to tell you about it. You liked the way he always got up to get you something to drink or grab you a snack from the kitchen. You liked that ridiculous window wiper laugh of his when he found himself to be hilarious.

There’s probably something to be said about you as a person for feeling all of that. You just know that for now, you’ll take whatever parts of himself he’s willing to give you, and that will just have to be enough for you.

You decide to stop moping and feeling sorry for yourself, standing up on wobbly legs and making your way into your bathroom to take a much needed shower.

It feels like one of those showers where you pull out all the stops. You wash your body with a rose-scented body wash three or four times, just to get Jin's smell off of your skin, you don't want to think about him the rest of the night. You take the time to do a hair mask and shave your legs before you finally convince yourself to get out.

You got dressed in your comfy gray leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that swallows up your frame. Something about being in clothes that were just far too big for you that made you feel content.

Digging through your junk drawer in the kitchen, you found a lighter and started lighting every candle that you had sitting around the apartment. Candles just fixed everything for some reason, and you weren’t going to try fighting that logic right now.

The next thing you needed to do was make yourself something to eat for dinner. Your worried mind could be completely reset by some good food and a crime documentary or two.

After too much contemplation, you decided to make some Parmesan chicken, it was easy enough. Didn’t require too many ingredients and it was definitely one of your choice comfort foods.

Once it was in the oven, the smell of tomatoes and oregano filling your apartment, you grabbed a bottle of white wine from the cabinet and poured yourself a pretty hefty glass. You deserved a huge glass of wine, maybe even two of them.

You had quite literally just sat down on your couch to get comfortable while the food cooked when there was yet another frantic knock on your door. You close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath, slightly annoyed that you were being interrupted in the middle of your healing session.

Pulling the door open, you see Kim Seokjin, dressed in a chef's coat paired with blue jeans that fit him like a dream. But what really caught your attention was the desperate look on his face, and the smiling little boy in his arms.

“Hi Cosmo!” Songho says, giggling sweetly after.

“Hi there sweet boy.” You smile at him for a moment before your attention goes back to his father.

“I know you’re not…please with me” Jin starts to say, adjusting Songho in his arms a little. “But I could really use a favor.”

“What sort of favor?” You sigh, leaning against your door frame.

“Could Songho stay with you for a while? I’ve got an emergency with work and have no one who I can get to watch him right away.” Jin’s eyes are practically begging you for mercy. If you didn’t adore his son, you might make him get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. But you’ll let it all slide for the sake of Songho.

“Of course he can stay with me. Would you like that?” You look at the little boy in his arms who claps his hands happily.

“Yes please! I want to play with Cosmo, appa.” Songho touches Jin's cheeks affectionately.

“Okay, buddy. But you need to be on your best behavior. No giving Cosmo here any hard time, alright?” Jin steps into your apartment once you’ve moved to the side, sitting Songho down on his feet.

“I’ll be good, daddy. I promise.” Songho makes a cross cross motion over his heart and Jin smiles before pressing a kiss to the top of his son's head. He looks back to you after.

“I really owe you one, Cosmo.” Jin pushes his hand through his hair. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be completely at your mercy.”

“We can start with some graveling when you get home.” You both laugh a little, looking away shyly. “Where do you work that there’s an emergency on the weekend?”

“Ah, it’s been two months and we haven’t even talked about this have we?” Jin laughs again. “I own a catering company. Normally on the weekends, they handle things without me there but some things came up.”

“You own the catering company?” You suddenly felt so ridiculous for not knowing even the simplest things about this man.

“I do.” He looks at the time on his phone. “Here’s my apartment key, Songho should go to bed around 8:30 so just bring him over to my apartment around then. He can brush his teeth and show you where his pajamas are.” Jin rushes out the instructions but you get the jist of it.

“It’s not a problem for me to watch him, don’t worry about anything, okay? We’ll see you when you get home.” You push him towards your door but Jin takes one last look over his shoulder at his son.

“I trust you. I’m trusting you so much here, Cosmo. Thank you.” Jin moves like he wants to hug you, but stops himself.

“Go. We are going to be fine.” You try to reassure him.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thanks again, Cosmo.” Jin reaches out and squeezes your hand once before he finally makes his way out into the hallway and you shut your door behind him.

“Hey Cosmo?” Songho says from behind you as you lock the door.

“Yes?” You take a few steps towards him and get down on your knees in front of him to be at his level.

“I’m a little hungry.” Songho rubs his tummy and pouts his lip at you. He looks so much like Jin, but especially right now.

“Well lucky for you, I was just making dinner. Do you like Parmesan chicken?” You stand back up and take one of his little hands to lead him to your kitchen.

“I don’t think that I’ve had that kind of chicken.” He sounds curious.

“Let’s try it then, I bet you’ll like it.” You bend to pick him and sit him on your countertop so that he stays safely away from the oven while you take the food out.

After you’ve taken it out, you put some on a plate and cut it up into smaller pieces for Songho to eat, and then put the rest on a plate for you. You bring the plates over to where he’s sitting on the counter and hand him a fork for him to eat it with.

“Oh it’s so good!” Songho squeals a little as he chews his first bite. “Daddy would like this too.”

“Should we save some for daddy to have later?” You take a bite as well, feeling a little proud of how well it turned out. Songho nods his head in agreement while his mouth is full of another bite. “We can definitely do that.” You ruffle his hair to make him laugh while the two of you finish your dinner.

The next few hours are spent playing with some toys that Songho brought with him as well as showing him your beta fish named Hercules. He asked so many questions about the fish and was so content just watching it swim around the bowl. You almost hated to make Songho leave to head to bed.

You hold his hand and walk him across the hallway, unlocking the door to Jin's apartment and leading him inside. Just as you shut the door, Songho yawns and tries to hide it.

“I swear I’m not tired, Cosmo.” He uses his little fists to rub his eyes.

“Daddy said you need to get to sleep soon. But maybe we could watch TV for just a little while after you change and brush your teeth?” You take his hand and he smiles widely.

“You’re the best babysitter ever, Cosmo!” He skips excitedly and swings your hand in his as the two of you walk further into the apartment. Songho leads you to his room to find his pajamas. Your heart is ten times its normal size.

You help the little prince pick out the perfect pair of pajamas, as well as let him introduce you to some of his stuffed animals before making your way to the bathroom to help him brush his teeth. He’s very proficient for a four year old, something you’re sure his father has made sure he does well.

Once he’s finished, Songho turns around on his little step stool and makes little grabby hands towards you, wanting you to pick him up, and of course you do. And maybe you shouldn’t love the way he wraps his little arms around your neck and hugs you tightly as you carry him back to the living room. But you absolutely adore it.

“We can watch whatever you like for a few minutes.” You sit him on the couch and search for the TV remote.

“Super Wings please!” Songho excitedly kicks his little feet and points to the DVD shelf.

You find the movie he wants, noticing that it must be all in Korean. Jin must try to slip in as much of that as he can so that Songho knows those parts of him. You put the movie on and head back over to the couch to sit next to the sweet boy.

As soon as you’re sitting, Songho crawls over into your lap, one of his hands reaching back to play with the strands of your hair that are laying on your shoulder. Neither of you say anything, just sit together and watch the movie until you notice that Songho’s head is tipping forward and he’s falling asleep.

“Songho? Should I take you to bed?” You turn him to look at you and brush the dark hair off of his forehead.

“Can I just lay here with you until appa gets home?” He asks sleepily. You look at the time on your phone, knowing that it’s already past his bedtime but still being unable to tell him no.

“Okay. Let’s lay down together then, yeah? Get comfy in the blankets?” You grab the soft pink blanket from the other end of the couch and lay down on your side. Songho smiles and cuddles in next to you, his head finding a comfy spot on your arm as you wrap the blanket around the both of you.

“Goodnight, Cosmo. I’m happy that you're my friend.” His hand gently pats your cheek and he quickly falls asleep, the gentle sound of his breathing giving him away.

This was bad. Not only were you stupid enough to develop feelings for this boy’s father, who was supposed to be nothing more than a friend you occasionally had sex with, but you CARED about this little boy. He could ask you for a million dollars and you would figure out how to get it for him. You know that if he was ever sad you would go to any length to make him smile again.

Your eyes start to feel heavy, and you decide not to fight them. If you went to sleep then you wouldn’t have to think about this anymore. For now. So you pulled the blanket a little tighter and let sleep take its course.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

“Cosmo? Wake up, baby.” Jin's voice started to bring you out of your comfortable sleep.

“Hmm? You’re back?” You pry your eyes open, trying not to jostle the sleeping prince who was curled against you.

“Here, I’ll carry him to bed.” Jin pushes some hair out of your face, you look up and notice how he has a tired smile on his face. You nod, unwrapping Songho’s arm from around your neck as Jin scoops him up into his arms. “I’ll be right back. We should…we should talk.” You nod again and he walks down the hall to Songho’s room.

You stand up from the couch, stretching your arms over your head to relieve your stiff muscles. Just as you’re about to lower your arms, you feel another pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly. You gasp in surprise and Jin rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Who else would it have been, Cosmo?” He laughs quietly, arms tightening when you try to move away.

“That’s not the point. I wasn’t expecting you to…touch me.” You relax in his hold, sighing deeply. You were such a sucker.

“Songho is asleep for the night. And it’s just a hug…to say thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate you watching him so last minute. Was he okay?” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“He was perfect. Really.” You turn around in his arms to face him, finally getting a good look at his face.

He looks tired. No, he is exhausted. His hair is messed and sticking up in places. His eyes are hooded and are barely open. His chef’s jacket isdirty and unbuttoned, the white T-shirt underneath not faring much better in cleanliness.

“I know, I look rough. This event was almost a complete disaster. I would have been so fucked if we wouldn’t have turned it back around.” Jin sighs, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Did you eat?” You ask, quickly becoming concerned with his state.

“I’m fine, Cosmo. I’ll have breakfast with Songho in the morning.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Songho saved you some dinner. Come on, sit down.” You drag him over to one of the tall island stools and sit him down on it.

“Are you at least going to let me pay you for watching him?” Jin looks at you curiously while you retrieve the food from the fridge to warm it up.

“That’s really not necessary. I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyways.” You brush off his offer. There was no way you could accept money from him without feeling super strange about it.

“You’re making me feel awful, Cosmo.” Jin leans his elbow on the kitchen island and rests his face on his hands as he continues to watch you.

“Don’t. Really, it’s okay.” You grab a fork and knife from his kitchen drawer and sit the plate of food in front of him. “And please… don’t feel like you can’t ask me to do it again. I’d be happy to. Any time.”

Jin just stares at you for a moment. You can see the wheels and gears turning in his mind and then he smiles.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, looking down at the plate of food. “This smells really good.”

“I’m honestly a little embarrassed now that I know you own a catering company. My cooking probably isn’t going to measure up.” Your cheeks flush pink as you walk around to sit on the other stool next to him.

“Cooking doesn’t have to be fancy for it to taste good. Plus, no one ever cooks for me, so this is just… nice.” He laughs a little, then picks up the silverware to start eating. You watch him and wait for his verdict.

“Is it okay?” You bite into your bottom lip as he swallows the bite. Not only because you want to hear what he thinks, but because the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat is extremely distracting.

“Perfect.” Jin hums in approval, taking another few bites.

“Thirsty?” You ask, moving to get up and grab him something from the fridge. “Beer maybe?”

“Please.” He tries to say around his mouth full of food. You smile at how quickly he’s eating it. Not sure if it’s because he really likes it or because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

You grab one of the beers from the fridge, popping the cap off and walking back over to hand it to Jin. Once he’s taken it from your hand and starts taking a few drinks, you start to move back to the stool on the other side. But Jin stops you with a hand on your hip, leading you back around to stand in front of him. You feel frozen, not expecting him to do anything like this.

“Why are you taking care of me?” He questions, his other hand coming up to your other hip and pulling you to stand between his open legs.

“Is it any different from when you get me drinks and snacks when we hang out?” You feel breathless, standing this close together in the dim lit kitchen.

“I’d feel bad making you get your own snacks when I’ve just fucked you for an hour.” Jin smiles and you roll your eyes, trying to step away from him but he tightens his hold on your hips. You sigh a little dramatically.

“Maybe I just know that you worked all night. And that you’re tired. And that it’s okay for someone to take care of you too.” It was too late to stop yourself from saying it. You put your hands on his shoulders and watch his face carefully.

“What do you do, Cosmo? For a living I mean. Two months of knowing you, but I don’t know simple things like that.” His cheeks heat a little and so do yours. You weren’t sure he was ever going to ask.

“Oh um, marketing. For a few of the local radio stations here in the city. I mostly work from home,no fancy office, that isn’t what I wanted.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Should have known you’d do something so cool.” Jin gently tickles your sides and you try to push his hands off.

“It isn’t as cool as owning a catering company. Mr. Boss Man.” Were the two of you really just flirting so casually right now?

You smile at each other for another moment before you look him over, seeing his dirty chef’s jacket still on him, unbuttoned and revealing that thin white shirt underneath. His chest was so broad, you loved kissing it when you were together in bed.

“What is it?” Jin yawns, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your sides.

“You should take a shower, get out of these clothes.” Your fingers slip under the shoulder of his chef’s coat, gripping it lightly and sliding it off his shoulders.

“Trying to say that I smell, Cosmo?” He jokes, but let’s you remove the chef’s coat with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yes.” You tease and Jin doesn’t hesitate to land a playful smack on one of your ass cheeks. You squeak in surprise. “Would you want me to join you?” You look down at your feet, a little embarrassed to have asked.

“I want you to… but Songho is here. And I’m just so tired. Don’t think I’d be much use to you.” Jin leans forward, resting his forehead against your chest.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’ll just help you wash up. Get you to bed.” You put your fingers in his hair, rubbing your fingers into his scalp.

“Mm, sounds so nice.” He’s practically slurring his words and drooling on your shirt.

“Come on, let’s go.” You move away and his head flops forward, almost making him fall off the stool. He whines as he stands up, and continues to do so the entire time you’re leading him down the hallway to his bathroom.

Jin leans against the vanity with his eyes closed while you turn on the water in the shower, letting it warm up. After that’s taken care of, you turn back to him, your hands reach for the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up, sleepy head.” You whisper hoping not to startle him from his sleepy state. He hears you, groaning before he lifts his arms and lets you slip off his shirt.

Tossing his shirt into the hamper, you can’t help yourself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. He hums at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You don’t let your lips linger too long, moving to the next task of getting him out of his pants. You undo the button and zipper of his jeans, working them down off of his hips and helping him step out of the leg holes. Standing back up, you pause with your fingers on the waistband of his underwear.

“Jin? Is it okay to take these off?” You press your hand to his warm cheek and angle his face towards you, he slowly opens his eyes to look at you.

“When have I ever not wanted you to get me naked, Cosmo?” He smiles lazily, putting his hands over yours and helping you remove the underwear from his body.

You love his body. Not just the hard muscles and broad shoulders. You love his soft tummy and the wideness of his hips. You love his long torso and the milk and honey color of his skin.

“You’re staring.” Jin quips, breaking you from your thirsty thoughts and getting you back to the task at hand.

“Am not.” You clear your throat and look away from him. “You should get in.”

“You won’t leave me, will you?” He steps around you, opening the glass door for the shower, steam filling the small room.

“No, you’re acting far too helpless for me to leave you in there alone.” You gently push him into the shower and he laughs quietly.

“You’re quite witty, aren’t you Cosmo?” He steps in and closes the door and you choose not to comment on that.

You quickly undress, folding your clothes up and sitting them on the vanity. Before you join Jin in the shower, you glance at yourself in the mirror. You almost want to slap the woman you see there. She’s doing everything she’s not supposed to. Doing girlfriend things when she’s not the girlfriend. What an idiot.

“Cosmo?” Jin’s voice makes you jump and you quickly look away from the mirror. You don’t want to see her right now while you’re making yet another stupid decision.

“I’m here.” You open the shower door and step inside, immediately being engulfed in more steam and a pair of muscular arms. Jin buries his face in your neck, and you stumble back in surprise.

“I really thought you were just going to leave once I got in here.” He breathes into your neck, arms tightening around you.

“Would you have been upset?” You wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your hands up and down his wet back soothingly.

“Mmhm.” He hums his response, holding you tighter and slowly moving your bodies back under the stream of water.

You pull back from him a little, and motion with your finger for him to turn around and face the other way. But before he does, Jin brushes his wet lips over yours once. It was just enough to make your blood start heating in your veins and a blush to appear on your cheeks.

He turns around with a sleepy smile on his face and you take a minute to map out all the beauty marks on his back. The dimples at the bottom of his spine are the cutest things you’ve ever seen. You love kissing them especially in the mornings, when the sheets and blankets were a mess around his waist.

The only part of him that may rival his lower back in cuteness was his ass. Men didn’t deserve perfect asses but Kim Seokjin had a perfect one, and you weren’t going to complain in this instance.

You finally decide to stop ogling at him and grab his bottle of shampoo from the shelf. Jin didn’t buy “manly” scented shampoo or soap, he liked sweet smells better. This particular shampoo was peach scented and you adored the way it smelled on him.

Squeezing a decent amount into the palm of your hand, you use the other hand to gently bring his head back. He groans a little, but quiets down once you start rubbing the shampoo into his hair and massaging his scalp. Jin makes small noises after that, his fingers reaching back to gently rub your hips. You’re trying so hard not to get turned on and he’s practically making it impossible.

Turning him around to face you once the shampoo has been thoroughly worked through, he lets his head fall back into the water flow to rinse it away. He looks so beautiful with his wet hair all pushed back and his forehead exposed. It’s all something you never thought you would find attractive until you started sleeping with Jin.

Once it’s all rinsed out, he lifts his head back up and slowly opens his eyes to look down at you. You don’t know what to say. You’re afraid that if you try, that words won’t come out fromthe way that he’s looking at you-- it’s making your heart feel like it’s going to escape your chest. Burning hot sensations pool in your stomach and spread through your veins, it was overwhelming.

Jin doesn’t say anything either, he just completely catches you off guard by leaning down to kiss you. Your whole body shudders when he does, desperately wanting to deepen it.

“You’ve been so good, aegiya. Made me feel so good.” Another brush of his lips over yours. No tongue. No teeth. Just soft lips. It was absolutely maddening. “If you promise to be quiet, I want to make you feel good too.”

“Aren’t you tired? Maybe you should get some sleep.” You were terrified that he felt obligated to make you feel good. Jin stepped up closer to you, his chest touching yours and another sweet kiss to your lips.

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?” Jin moves one hand up and brushes his fingers over one of your breasts, over your chest and finally to rest at the side of your neck.

“We would be breaking the rules.” Your lips tremble when he kisses you again. It’s taking every fiber of restraint that you have not to throw yourself at him.

“I’m willing to take the chance that Songho will stay asleep while I get my mouth between your thighs.” He places another kiss against your lips while his fingers brush over your clit, making you gasp in surprise at the feeling. Jin takes that opportunity to finally slip his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. The way his hands are so gentle and know just where to touch. The way your body feels like it can’t get close enough to his. The way he sighs between kisses.

There are so many thoughts swimming around in your mind but the only one that seems to hold any weight is how badly you want him more and more. If there was a way to make yourself stop…to stop feeling anything at all you would do it. But with his mouth on yours and his hands drawing patterns against your skin, is making that nearly impossible.

Warm water continues to cascade down over the two of you, slipping between your lips and your bodies. Jin moves his hands and links his fingers with yours, raising them above your head and pressing you into the cold tile wall of the shower. The shiver that makes its way through your entire body is almost a tremble. You don’t know if it’s from the cold tile or from the way Jin’s grip tightens on your wrists each time your hips try to get friction from his.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He whispers into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip and then kissing away the sting from it. “But I know for a fact, I’ll never be able to keep you quiet if I get my cock inside you.”

You felt like you might genuinely burst into flames at the silky sound of his voice. You knew now that the reason he was holding onto your wrists was because he didn’t want you to get your hands around his cock. Things would escalate to a level that neither of you could bring back down if it got to that point. But the feeling of him hard and hot against your lower stomach was absolutely maddening.

“I want it so bad.” The sound of your voice is so desperate.

“I know you do, aegiya.” Jin moves his lips to your ear, hot breath causing your already pounding heart to pick up speed. “I’m going to get on my knees and lick an orgasm out of you, I promise.” He brought your earlobe between his teeth and kissed down your neck. If this was how you died, you would be perfectly fine with it.

It felt like there was a heavy haze in your mind, like maybe this was a dream and is not actually happening. But when you feel Jin’s lips trail down your collarbone, then between your breasts, over your hip… you know that feeling that shoots directly to your core isn’t something you could dream up.

Once you feel Jin’s hands leave your wrists and slide slowly down your body as he sinks down on his knees in front of you, you manage to open your eyes and watch him. The warm water from the shower head rained down against his back and over his broad shoulders. You almost wish you could take a picture of the way he looks right now.

Your fingers lace into the wet strands of his hair, and Jin presses warm open mouthed kisses across your stomach, teeth grazing over your hip bones in the most delectable way. His eyes meet yours when his mouth finds the apex of your thighs.

“We don’t have to.” Your voice is rough and not much more than a whisper.

“I want to. I’d taste you every day if I could.” Plump lips close around clit unexpectedly and you have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud.

“That was so mean, Jin.” Your head falls back against the tile when he lifts one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder.

“Sorry, baby. Was tired of talking.” He dives back in, tongue flattening against your clit and gives it long, slow licks.

He continues the assault with his tongue, delving inside you and keeping all of your arousal to himself. But once his fingers join in, petting at your walls and finding your g-spot with ease, you start to feel like staying quiet will be impossible.

“I…I really…oh fuck…please please please.” You grab onto your own breasts, rolling the flesh in your hands.

“Fuck, aegiya. Come here.” Jin grabs onto your other leg that was still keeping you grounded and throws it over his other shoulder. Your eyes shoot open, thinking you’re about to slip and fall in the shower. But with the way he has you angled with your back pressed to the wall, you don’t move.

Jin is able to completely bury his face in your pussy now, his tongue so deep you start to see stars behind your eyelids. And it doesn’t take much in this position to have you coming undone. Your hand flies back to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans and little noises you start to make. Jin had been looking up at you, watching you cum and groaning lowly when he tasted you on his tongue.

“Good girl.” Jin stands up quickly after your feet are safely back on the floor, moving your hand from your mouth and kissing you deeply. “Can you be quiet for me again?” His thumb traces over your jaw as you look up at him.

“What do you mean?” You can barely form a coherent sentence as you try to focus on his face.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I want you so much… be inside you.” Jin presses his cock against your thigh, so hard and hot against you.

“You’re giving me a whiplash, Jin.” You try to focus on the conversation and not how badly you know you want him too.

“I know. Fuck, I know I just… have no idea what I’m doing. This was supposed to be easy.” His arms wrap around your waist and drops of water pebble on his lips.

“Why isn’t it?” You want him to say he has feelings for you too.

“Because… I didn’t think I would want you all the time.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips… then another.

That’s not what you want to hear. But it was just the sex he was thinking about. Stupid, stupid.

“You have to know what you want from this.” The water from the shower was starting to get cold so you reached around him to turn it off, the bathroom suddenly feeling so so quiet.

“Stay with me.” He suddenly says, throwing you off guard.

“What will that mean?” Your voice is hushed but you know he hears you.

“I don’t know, aegiya.” His hands leave your waist to cup your face.

“Well I need to know, Jin.” You slip out of his hold, opening the shower door to step out. You’ve had enough confusion for one night.

“Would you stop, please?” Jin’s hand wraps around your wrist and stops you from getting further away from him.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” You take your wrist out of his hand and he lets you go with a loud sigh.

“Come on, Cosmo. Getting upset with each other was not part of this.” Jin turns off the water and follows you out of the shower.

“I’m a human being, Jin. No matter what ‘rules’ we put in place for this arrangement, I still have feelings, and you’re fucking with them.” You take two towels out of the closet, chucking one directly into his face. He pulls the towel down and glares at you.

“That was uncalled for.” He wraps the towel around his waist and crosses his arms in front of him.

“You don't get to pout right now, Jin. I’m throwing this fit.” You tuck the towel under your arms and start walking into Jin’s bedroom, listening to him giggle as he follows you.

“Is that what you’re doing? Throwing a fit?” Jin stands in the doorway, leaning against it as he watches you fumble around with your clothes. “I usually have to put Songho in time out when he throws a fit.”

“I do not find you the slightest bit amusing right now.” You wished you could smack that look right off of his ridiculously handsome face.

“Stay, Cosmo.” He says again.

“I’m not having sex with you. I’m going home.” You start to slip a leg through your underwear to put them on, but Jin grabs them from your hands. “What the hell are you doing?” You try to grab them back.

“We don’t have to have sex. I just don't think you should leave.”

“That doesn’t sound like something that friends with benefits would do.” You grab your underwear back out of his hand. He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face a few times.

“I don’t think there’s any set rules on how we do this. So I’m asking you one last time to please stay here with me tonight, and we can figure it out tomorrow.” Jin moves some hair behind your ear, and you feel yourself start to cave. Ridiculous. Stupid. So, so stupid.

“What if Songho finds out I stayed?” You toss your clothes towards the chair in the corner of the room.

“He won’t. We can make sure you get home before he wakes up for breakfast.” Jin undoes the knot you tied at the front of your towel, and you let it drop to the floor. He does the same with his own towel, leaving you both naked again.

“Just sleeping?” You confirm, trying not to stare at his crotch.

“Mm, yes. I’m so tired, Cosmo. Come here.” He takes your hand and crawls up onto his bed, dragging you with him.

Jin gets the two of you under the blankets, wrapping his long body around yours. He runs his hand through your hair to help get it off your neck for you, then presses a few kisses to the newly exposed skin.

“I’m sorry again, about earlier today. I won’t do something like that again.” His hand finds your breast, but doesn’t grab or pinch. He does this sometimes, some weird comfort thing for him to have your boob in his hand.

“Good. Because I don’t want to feel like that again.” You close your eyes, now only realizing just how tired you were too. Jin buries his face into your neck, and almost immediately starts the even, gentle sounds of his breathing when he’s fallen asleep.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The sun is just barely starting to come up when your eyes peel open the next morning. Jin is still wrapped around you, his body heat making it too uncomfortable to keep laying here like this. You gently push his leg out from between yours, and then start the more complicated task of getting his arms off of you without waking him.

“Where are you going?” He grumbles into your neck. No one’s morning voice should have that effect on you, but his truly does.

“Home. Before Songho is awake.” You try to move again, but he only tightens his grip. He presses closer up against your back, his extremely hard cock pressing into your ass.

“Dreamt about you… how pretty you are when you cum on my cock.” Wet kisses start travelling along your jaw and you immediately melt into him. So much for resisting. “I wonder if you’re as wet now as you were in my dream…” His fingers ghost down your side, over your ass, until they find their destination between your legs.

He slips his fingers inside torturously slow, your tired body immediately lighting up at the intrusion. You move your legs apart so that he can go deeper, a hum of approval leaving his mouth as he kisses at the back of your neck.

“What else happened in your dream?” You managed to croak out.

“I took you just like this...laying on our sides...this leg wrapped back over my hip.” Jin takes his fingers from your pussy and uses that hand to position your leg the way he wanted it.

He doesn’t finish telling you about his dream, instead decides to show you. Jin easily slips inside you, you were completely soaked for him in no time at all. His pace is so slow and lazy, but so deep. He groans his pleasure in your ear, whispers your name and tells you how perfect you feel.

It doesn’t take long for the languid strokes of his cock and the tight clenching of your pussy to have the both of you coming undone under the early morning sun that was getting brighter and brighter outside. You turned in arms after he pulled out of you, immediately finding his lips on yours.

“Let’s get cleaned up. Songho doesn’t know how to knock before he comes into my room.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically with a smile on his face. You nod, and the two of you get cleaned up and dressed.

Jin kisses you again against the back of his closed bedroom door before you're able to open it. You laugh against his lips and he smiles at how sweet that sound is.

“You’re insatiable.” You peck his lips once more and teasingly push him away.

“Only for you, Cosmo.” He playfully swats your ass when you turn around to open the door, both of you giggling when you pull his bedroom door open, only to reveal Songho standing on the other side, a sweet smile on his face.

“Cosmo! Did you and Appa have a sleepover?” He asks excitedly. You feel frozen for a moment, eyes open as wide as they could get.

“Good morning, buddy.” Jin steps around you, worry evident in his voice. “You’re awake a bit early.”

“I had to use the bathroom, daddy. Sorry.” Songho looks a little sad as Jin picks him up and holds him.

“Don’t be sad. It’s okay. Cosmo just came over this morning to drop off something you left at her house yesterday.” Jin looks at you in the eyes and you suddenly snap out of the haze of being caught.

“And you put it in your room?” Songho asked. He’s too observant for his own good.

“Sure. We can play with it later, okay?” Jin changes the subject as well as he can. “Why don’t we have breakfast? Cosmo can stay too.”

“You will?!” Songho looks back to you, and your heart melts again.

“I’d like that.” You answer, taking his little hand in yours when Jin sits him back on the floor and the three of you walk to the kitchen.

“Are you Appa’s new best friend, Cosmo?” Songho asks curiously. “Cause I think Uncle Joonie might get upset if you steal him.” You can’t help but laugh at his distress over that situation.

“Your daddy and I are just good friends, I’m sure Uncle Joonie will always be his best friend.” You look at Jin and he winks at you paired with a smirk on his face for your answer.

“Don’t worry, buddy. Everything is fine.” Jin kisses the top of his son’s head, then makes his way into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Everything is fine. Everything would be fine. You could figure out how to make everything fine again.

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park and ride (explicit)

genre: smut

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

word count: 4.8k

contains: explicit sexual content bb! idol verse, fuckbuddies, teasing while driving, semi-public sex (aka fuckin in a car), fingering, squirting, a smidge of size kink, also joon really likes your skirt

A/N: inspired by that ~mysterious extra day~ in america and joon posting Fast Car by Syd on his story (which, btw, TASTE) - this is also on AO3 if you'd rather read it over there!

For your own sanity, you try to stay busy. You go for a long run every morning to clear your mind. You delete Twitter from your phone and get two weeks ahead on your grad school assignments. You go out for drinks with friends and pepper them with questions about their own personal dramas.

But all the while that glimmer of hope in your chest remains, impossible to extinguish entirely. You know by now to keep your expectations low, very low. Just because he’s on this side of the world doesn’t mean he’ll have time to see you, and most of the time, he doesn’t. You figure there’s no point in obsessing over something that’s out of your control.

But this time is one of those rare occasions where the stars align and the universe decides to throw you a good turn, and you can’t help the smile that breaks across your face when he calls.

“I got an extra day. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Hmm… yeah, I should be able to pencil you in,” you joke.

The celebrity part of it is still pretty bizarre, but you’ve done this enough now that it’s become its own weird little routine. Pulling up to a hotel where the nightly rate costs more than your monthly share of rent. Handing the valet the keys to your shitty Honda Civic. Checking in at the front desk and giving the alias the group is booked under, which changes every trip. Showing your ID so they can confirm you’re on the approved list of visitors. Having a special room key made that allows you access to their restricted hotel floor. Just all part of the process.

And that’s not even mentioning the one time you were personally escorted by a bodyguard to his room; you wondered on the elevator ride up how much time their security staff spends ushering fuckbuddies in and out. You’ve decided that maybe you don’t want to know the answer to that one.

So it’s a surprise when he asks on the phone, “Can you pick me up instead this time? We don’t have to go anywhere special, maybe just drive around a bit? I’m so sick of hotel rooms.”

“Is this all a ploy to stop me from raiding your minibar?”

He laughs softly. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I definitely still plan on taking you back to my room and…” He trails off, well aware that he doesn’t need to explicitly finish the sentence. “Well, you know. Just need some fresh air first, I think.”

You decide you’ve given him enough sass for one phone call and bite back the urge to argue that he’s not actually taking you anywhere, as you’re the only one with a license in this situationship.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.”

~*~

Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d have Kim Namjoon riding shotgun in your car, the seat pushed back as far as it can go to accommodate his long legs.

He’d slipped out of the front door of the hotel looking as nondescript as possible in a black hoodie and shorts, face hidden almost entirely by a black facemask and a bucket hat pulled down low over his eyes. You pause, hands still on the wheel, wondering if you should expect some kind of greeting. This is so far outside the realm of your normal interactions that you have no established protocol to follow.

“It’s good to see you, let’s get out of here.” He says softly, and you take that as your cue to shift gears and follow the road out of the hotel entrance.

Namjoon seems tense, you think as you pass through an intersection. He keeps switching between checking his phone, looking out the passenger-side window, then turning over his shoulder to look at the traffic behind you.

“Sorry,” he explains, “Not trying to be rude. Just being careful.” That’s when it finally registers in your mind that he’s making sure you’re not being followed, and the thought sends a shiver of fear up your spine. The fact that this is a regular part of life for him is so strange.

The city is fairly deserted tonight, and when you stop at the next red light you can see him visibly relax a little, unlooping his mask from around his ears and tucking it into his pocket along with his phone. He slips his hat off as well and tosses it in the backseat, pulling down the visor to make sure his hair looks good in the tiny mirror. You try to suppress a laugh; surely this man knows that he already rolls out of bed looking fine as hell, no adjustments necessary.

He flips the visor closed and catches you staring at him, and a thrum of desire runs through you. Has he managed to get hotter since the last time you saw him? You didn’t think that was possible.

“Come here,” he murmurs, leaning over to cup your jaw with one hand and bring you in for a kiss.

This is your favorite part of these reunions—remembering all the little things you’d forgotten since the last time. Like how big and warm his hands are, how hungrily he kisses you. It isn’t until an impatient horn blaring snaps you back to reality that you remember you were stopped at a red light, which is now very much green. Judging by the way the driver behind you is laying on the horn, it’s been green for a while.

“Fuck, oops.” You move to pull away but he keeps his hand on your jaw, holding you in place, your lips inches apart. His eyes are dark with pure want as he stares at your mouth.

“One more.” His lips are so soft; this kiss is sweeter than the first, less urgent. You barely notice as the driver behind you swerves into the other lane to pass your stopped car and speeds off through the intersection.

Namjoon brushes his thumb against your cheek and then removes his hand somewhat reluctantly. You can’t hold back your smile as you ease your foot off the brake, trying to focus on the road. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but when you see a green light while driving, it means you’re supposed to go.”

He leans back in the passenger seat, his hands clasped behind his head, dimples fully on display as he laughs. “There it is. I knew you’d get in a license joke eventually.”

“I held it in for as long as I could.”

“I bet you did.”

You realize he didn’t give you any directions on where to go, so you drive aimlessly through the city that you know so well. The lights at night are beautiful, even you can admit that, and though you typically hate the many intersections, it’s not so bad when you have someone to kiss you breathless each time you hit a red light.

During a particularly long stretch of greens, he taps his knuckles on the center console. You glance over to see his eyes roaming across the inside of your car, like he’s just realized where he is. “So this is your whip, huh?”

The fact that this dork is a professional rapper amazes you sometimes. “Top of the line 2008 Honda Civic.”

He touches a finger to a mystery stain on the vinyl of your dashboard that’s been there for at least a decade. “I could get you a better car than this.” He doesn’t say it in a bragging way, though he certainly could. Instead he just sounds sweet, and sincere. Like he wants you to have nice things.

You roll your eyes. “Save your money. There’s nothing wrong with this car.”

With a thoughtful hum, Namjoon rests his left hand just above your knee, and you reflexively spread your legs a little wider, keeping your eyes firmly on the road despite your quickening pulse. His thumb draws lazy circles on the outside of your thigh. “Well, now we know you’re not fucking me for my money.”

The truth escapes with a laugh before you can stop it. “No, I’m fucking you for your big dick.”

“Oh?” His hand climbs a little higher and arousal pools in your belly. You can already feel yourself getting wet. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Eyes on the road, you tell yourself. His hand is rubbing your thigh gently now. It takes all of your willpower not to look over at him.

“I like this skirt,” He says softly, and a blush creeps up your neck. You’ve always had a complex about being fashion-challenged, and having a fuckbuddy with personal stylists and access to the nicest clothes money can buy doesn’t help. You changed outfits about twenty times before you finally settled on this one, a black long-sleeve and a yellow plaid miniskirt.

You lose your train of thought entirely when he nudges his hand a little higher, slipping it under the fabric, and hooks his pinky finger around the lace edge of your panties. Your cunt clenches at the thought of his long fingers in you.

“Are you trying to make me crash this car?” You do your best to keep your voice even, though you’re certain he can tell your thighs are quivering.

His fingers trace along the line of your panties where your hip and thigh meet, lighting every last one of your nerve endings on fire. “No, but maybe we should… park somewhere.” The suggestion surprises you, but you’re not opposed. In fact, you’re hard pressed to think of a place where you wouldn’t be willing to fuck Kim Namjoon.

“Are you sure?” “If you want to.” He responds nonchalantly. His hand slides out from under your skirt, moving a few inches back down your thigh. “I’ll behave now. How’s school?”

You laugh incredulously—your panties are soaked and this tease wants to talk about grad school? “Oh no, you started this. Don’t you change the subject.”

You don’t even have to look over to know he’s smiling at your frustration, and you turn right at the next intersection and then immediately left into the parking lot of a shopping center. It’s several hours after closing, so the place is empty, but you still drive around the building to the large commuter lot behind it to ensure you’re properly hidden.

You pull into a space directly in front of the “Park and Ride” sign, and you smirk as you pull up the parking brake. The irony is not lost on you.

The moment where you each have to fumble to unbuckle your seatbelt is just awkward enough that you’re laughing when he pulls you back in for another kiss across the center console. Euphoric is the only way to describe the feeling of having him here. It’s proof that he’s not some dream you made up but somehow, impossibly real.

He leans the passenger seat as far back as it will go, shifting his body to one side as best as he can to offer you the seat. “Will you please come over here?”

It’s certainly not graceful as the two of you fumble to get comfortable in the cramped space of your front seat, but when is it ever with him? You’ve seen him shatter wine glasses, knock over bedside lamps and alarm clocks, and you still haven’t let him live down the time he once fully broke the wooden frame of a hotel bed. You like that he’s multifaceted; he can make you laugh and fuck you senseless.

You take his place lying back in the passenger seat and he crawls over you, kneeling on the edge of the seat and resuming the urgent kisses, his tongue now licking into your mouth. You only break apart to shed clothing, first your shirt, then his, and then your bra. (He looks extra smug for being able to undo it one-handed on the first try.)

He tosses it into the backseat with the rest of your clothes then pauses to take you in, eyes roaming over your body. He licks his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

Your nipples stiffen at his words and the cool night air; being half-exposed like this makes the reality of the situation set in. You’re technically fucking in public, and it’s turning you on a lot more than you anticipated.

You run your hands over his shoulders and across his chest and groan as he moves his lips down the slope of your neck. He’s just so big, especially in your small car—broad shoulders, long legs, and flexing muscles that make your core throb in anticipation. You’re dying for him to touch you, to fuck you, but he’s taking his sweet time.

As if sensing your impatience, he grabs both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of you while he kisses, bites, and licks along your neck and collarbones. You can’t contain the little noises he pulls out of you when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

You try straining against his grip just to see what happens, but he’s so much stronger than you that he doesn’t budge. When you whine a little, you feel him smile against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” He lets one of your hands free and brings his own to cup your left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your nipple in just the right way that makes you arch up into his touch. Fuck, he’s good at that.

“You have me.” Namjoon says, like it’s obvious. “Be more specific.” He dips his head down to tease a circle around your nipple with his tongue, then just barely grazes the sensitive tip with his teeth and you moan.

Your head is spinning, and you can’t keep your voice from shaking as he gives the same attention to your right breast, his thumb continuing to work the left one.

“I need to f-feel you inside me,” you groan. “Please.” Your pussy aches from lack of attention.

“Whatever you like, baby.” He replies, shifting his position slightly to get a better angle. Your head falls back against the seat as his hand makes contact with your thigh, rubbing it just like he did when he was teasing you while you drove. Your breath catches when he slides both of his hands under your skirt, thumbs hooking your panties, and pulls them down in one swift motion. “Skirt stays on.” He says with a flash of his dimpled smile. “I like it.”

You maneuver to get your underwear all the way off in the limited amount of space and nearly knee him in the groin. The look of concern on his face at the close call makes you laugh out loud, which quickly turns into a moan when he presses two fingers into your dripping cunt. You’re breathless and still smiling, completely dazed from it all, as he pumps them in and out of you at a torturously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His thumb slides between your folds, collecting the wetness there. He gently circles over your clit and you gasp. You’re not gonna make it, you think. You’ll die right here in the passenger seat if he keeps touching you like this.

Instinctively you move to cover your flushed face with your forearm, embarrassed by how overwhelmed with pleasure you are, but he catches your wrist and pins it down again with his left hand, the other still working your pussy.

“Don’t hide,” he murmurs. “I want to watch you fall apart.” And then he picks up the pace.

You’re helpless to his touch, moaning and panting for air as you feel your orgasm already fast approaching and a warmth building in your core. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing hard against your front wall while his thumb rubs your clit in perfect time. Namjoon knows exactly what he’s doing with you, exactly how to work out the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, and you know you’re headed for one now when your cunt starts to flutter around his hand.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice drips like honey. “Come for me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, your back arching up off the seat. The pressure building in your core reaches its peak and you feel it burst as a wave of arousal rushes out of your cunt and splashes against his hand and your spread thighs. He groans at the sight. His fingers ride you through the aftershocks until you squirm from oversensitivity and he finally relents, releasing his grip on your wrist at the same time.

“Holy shit,” is all you can manage once you’ve come down from your climax, staring dumbly at the ceiling of your car in disbelief, trying to remember how to breathe. Your heart is racing. “That was… oh my god.”

“Still got it.” He says, clearly self-satisfied, and you laugh as he presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Namjoon always gets so proud of himself when he makes you squirt. “I think that might be a new record.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still grinning, enjoying the waves of your post-orgasm high. It’s been a long time since you came that hard. “Yeah, yeah, you’re very talented. Shut up and switch with me.”

Shifting positions is made harder by the fact that your legs threaten to give out when you put weight on them, but his hands slide up to your waist to steady you so you don’t fall over. Eventually he resumes his place in the passenger seat, and you kneel down in the small space in front of him, his legs on either side of you.

He lifts his hips up so you can tug his shorts down, and you’re torn between teasing him back as revenge and the overwhelming desire to take him in your mouth immediately. You can already feel your core starting to throb. There’s just something about Namjoon that makes you insatiable. You don’t think you could ever get enough of him.

You trail kisses up the inside of his thigh, biting every so often at the sensitive skin there, delighting in the way his breath hitches each time. Two can play at this game, you think as you press a hand to his stomach, just barely teasing a finger under the band of his boxer-briefs to scratch your nail lightly across his skin. His hips jerk in response and you smile.

You move your hand lower to palm him over his underwear, gripping firmly but keeping your pace slow to torment him. You weren’t just flattering him earlier—his dick is life-ruiningly big, the perfect combination of long and thick, and he’s fully erect under your touch. You want it so bad, your naked cunt is getting slick all over again at the thought.

But first, some retribution.

You still the movement of your hand and place a gentle kiss to the head of his dick through the fabric of his underwear, then gaze up at him innocently. His lips are parted slightly and he’s breathing hard, watching your every move. The way he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe makes your stomach flip.

It feels good to be in control. Keeping eye contact, you lick a slow stripe up the fabric of his boxers and feel the strong muscles in his thighs flex under your hand as he groans a little.

You drop your gaze to take the head of his still-clothed dick in your mouth, resuming the slow pump of one hand over his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon hisses.

You tug his boxers down his legs, too desperate to see him. His cock looks so good you can feel yourself salivating. The tip of it is already shiny, slick with a mixture of pre-cum and moisture from your teasing. You trace up the large vein on his shaft with the pad of your thumb. When you pause to rub small circles at the extra-sensitive spot right under his head, he lets out a strangled whine.

Encouraged by the sound, you wrap your hand firmly around him and he gasps. You can feel his cock pulse in your hand. You pump him ever-so slowly, working a new bead of precum out of the tip, then lightly run your tongue over him to lick it up.

His hips jerk again and he grunts your name, his voice hoarse.

You lean back on your heels, your hand still wrapped around him, and feign surprise. “Hmm? I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He’s clearly trying to keep the smirk of disbelief off his face, but a telltale dimple gives it away. “Oh my god, you’re so evil.”

You smile at the compliment and finally take him into your mouth; his moan of relief makes your pussy throb. You swallow down as much of his dick as you can and wrap your hand around the rest, bobbing and pumping in a steady motion. His hips start rutting against your mouth in time with your movements.

The way Namjoon is groaning unabashedly now makes your face hot. God, you need to fuck him. You look up and take him as far down your throat as you can, gagging slightly, and he must be able to read the desire in your eyes. He runs a hand through your hair, just barely tugging, and you relent, his dick sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Get up here,” he growls. You climb into his lap and straddle him, and he kisses you so fervently that your head spins.

His hands slide under your skirt to grab your ass and he pulls you closer. As he does, you realize how soaked you really are, your slit slipping easily along his length. You can barely keep from whimpering at how good it feels, and he’s not even inside you yet. His cock twitches and you shudder, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips and grinding against him. You’re so turned on, you could come from this alone.

“Keep doing that, baby,” he encourages, and your eyes flutter open as he shifts slightly. He reaches for his discarded shorts, his other hand caressing your thigh as if to apologize for the interruption. After a bit of fumbling he produces a condom, reaching both arms around you to rip it open with shaking hands.

Leaning back, you brace yourself on his legs and lift your hips up so he can slide the latex down his length. Your thighs are trembling hard as his hands move back to your ass and help guide you into place.

It’s been so long, and you want this so badly. You’ve spent more than a few nights in bed with your hand between your legs, playing back the memory of how good he feels, how thoroughly he’s fucked you before. Even after all the anticipation, when you finally, finally sink down on his cock, it’s still somehow better than you remembered.

You have to take a moment to press your face into the crook of his neck as you get accustomed to the stretch of him inside you. His thumbs trace gentle circles along the globes of your ass and it’s enough to get your cunt to fully relax. You spread your knees a little wider and sink down another inch, gasping as he bottoms out in you. You feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full.

Namjoon smiles as you lift your head and bring one hand up, running your thumb along his jawline. He looks so good like this; his face is flushed and his eyes are dark with lust.

“I forgot how well you take my cock,” he says, giving your ass an approving squeeze. “Such a perfect fit.” The praise makes your pussy clench and he groans at the feeling.

His hands slide over your thighs and up to your hips. “Ride me, baby. Please.”

You can feel every inch of him as you brace your hands on his legs and start to rock your hips, and the sensation is so good you can barely form a coherent thought. Heat rises in your belly as you lift up and lean back slightly, and when you ease your hips down, the head of his dick grinds against your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, and you hear him grunt beneath you as you rock your hips in just the same way over and over and over. It feels so fucking good, you never want to stop. The filthy sounds of your slick cunt only bring you that much closer to your end.

Namjoon’s fingers dig into your skin and he thrusts up into you, matching your rhythm. The pleasure is so forceful now that your walls squeeze tightly around his length. “Just like that, baby, fuck.” He sounds absolutely wrecked. “You feel amazing.”

His thumb moves to press your clit under your skirt and you’re practically vibrating with overstimulation, already incredibly close to coming. Your legs shake so badly that you start to lose your rhythm and he takes control, fucking up into you with fast and powerful strokes. The way he pounds into your cunt feels so overwhelmingly good that your jaw drops open and you moan loudly. He only has to circle your clit one, two, three more times before it’s all over.

You can’t do anything but whimper and throw your head back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your arms threaten to give out and you collapse into his chest. The release of pressure is so intense that you see stars as wetness floods your pussy.

You pulse around him again and again and then Namjoon is coming too, groaning your name, his cock twitching inside you.

For several minutes, all you can do is lay against him, your body shuddering as you come down from the high. His hands press gently against the small of your back as reality slowly returns around you.

Your panting dissolves into soft gasps of laughter; you can’t believe that just happened. Fucking Kim Namjoon in your shitty Honda Civic, of all places. What a time to be alive. You nuzzle your nose against his neck and he turns his head to press a kiss to your hairline. “Welcome back,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Wow,” is all you can manage. You feel completely spent, blissed out.

“That was… crazy.” Namjoon sounds just as much at a loss for words as you are. “You’re so incredible.” He rubs small circles into your back and you sigh. You wish he could fuck you like this every day, but you don’t say that part out loud. You know it’s just the post-orgasm chemicals talking.

You turn your head to the side and laugh again as you realize the car windows are completely covered over with fog. He follows your gaze. “At least we don’t have to worry about whether anyone saw us.”

Feeling starts to come back to your limbs. Soreness is already blooming along the muscles in your thighs and your bent knees, but it was so worth it, you can't even be mad. “I think my legs are broken,” you say with a wince.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds so sincere at first that it makes you smile. “Guess you can blame it on this big dick, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but he’s thoroughly fucked the sass out of you, for now at least. You don’t even have it in you to tell him to shut up, so you pull his face to yours and kiss him instead. He sucks gently on your bottom lip and you think your heart might burst.

Once you finally break apart, you rest your head on his chest again. “Hotel time?”

Namjoon brings a hand up to stroke your hair. “Baby, I’ve got some bad news.”

You freeze, and your stomach drops, preparing for the worst. He’s always been a gentleman and let you stay the night, but he’s busier than ever these days, you know that. Maybe things are different now. You will yourself not to react to whatever he says next, post-orgasm chemicals be damned.

“The minibar in this hotel… it’s awful.”

“Oh, fuck you!” You laugh, pushing against his chest and sitting up to see his dimpled grin. He stretches, hands behind his head, his biceps flexing. He’s so handsome. You absolutely hate him and like him way too much all at once. “You have,” he reminds you. “And you will again soon. But I need some real food first.”

You are starving, you realize. You run a finger across his chest and put on your most seductive voice. “Hmm… how about I take you to In-N-Out? We’re gonna need some protein before round two.”

“Alright,” he shrugs. “But I’m paying.”

“Of course you are, sugar daddy.”

He laughs against your mouth as he kisses you.

One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ)

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Tags: Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :(((

Word Count: 3k

a/n: so i was randomly watching a youtube video one day when i stumbled upon a video from the channel jubilee; it was a series called both sides. it was about interviewing two people individually while they’re facing each other, but the other person has earbuds on (playing loud music). they can only read each other’s lips but they don’t get to hear what the other says. i went 'huh, that’d make for a really cute f2l fic trope' lol.

so that’s how this story was born. let me know what you think, and enjoy!

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We asked two friends some questions individually, to see both sides of their story.

You and Jin walk to the chairs designated for you.

"Wait – I get this chair so it shows my best side." You say, as you nudged Jin aside before he could even take the seat to the left of the camera.

"Fine. Both sides are my best sides, so I don’t mind." He replies, and the sound of the staff chuckling behind the camera is heard.

He sits down on the opposite chair as the camera zooms in on you jokingly rolling your eyes.

It cuts to you guys introducing yourselves.

"Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin." He says to the camera, but his eyes wander awkwardly and he hides his face a little before chuckling.

"This is kinda embarrassing." He says.

"Hi! I’m ___." You speak to the camera with a slight chirp and even a wave when it pans toward you.

"You’re good at this." Jin’s voice says off camera.

"I barely said anything," you remarked as you got handed the noise-canceling headphones and let out a small thank you and bowed to the staff.

"Oh! So we’re getting started right away?" Says Jin

How did you guys first meet?

His side

Jin was about to answer when you started bobbing your head furiously.

"I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights," you whisper-sing and then mouthed the next line before laughing at Jin’s annoyed face.

"She chose this playlist, didn’t she?"

"Uhm.." It cuts to Jin looking at you as he thinks, "I think it was freshman orientation week? Yeah, I remember her approaching me and asking if she was in the right philosophy class. She sat next to me, and then after that, she started sitting next to me the rest of the semester. That was six years ago."

The clip shows you leaning forward a little with a focused look as you stare at his face.

"She’s trying to read my lips." Jin covers your view of his mouth with one hand. "And it’s just the first question." 

It cuts to you handing the phone and headphones to Jin. "Careful with that; it’s really loud."

Her side

"I sat next to him in philosophy class during freshman year because I thought--" you chuckle and cover your mouth, "he seemed like the type of guy who gets really good grades. He had this really cute pink baseball cap on and a pair of glasses. I thought he looked quite handsome."

You pause for a bit, and with widened eyes, you slap your palm on your mouth. You looked at the staff behind the camera and said, "Wait! I just realized he’s gonna watch this and hear that I called him handsome." You mutter a small damn it that was caught by the mic.

Meanwhile, Jin sat up straight and looked back and forth between you and the staff.

"What? What’s going on?" He says, and the staff’s laughter can be heard.

"You’re. an. idiot." you slowly mouth to him, and he focuses on reading your lips.

"You’re an idiot?" he whispered under his breath before realizing what you said and leaning back against his chair. He rolled his eyes at you and flipped you off, but his hand was blurred out by the editor.

Both sides

"Oh! Right—see, it was that philosophy class wasn’t it?" He says with a clap of his hands.

"Yeah, yeah – do you remember what I was wearing?" You asked him and fiddled with the headphones.

"Uhhh.. it was like a dress, like a floral dress?"

"What?!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening, "I never– what?"

He rolls his eyes,"Yes, it was a floral dress, remember? Orientation week."

"Orientation week?"

"Yes!" he lets out an exasperated laugh, "You asked me if it was Mr. Song’s philosophy class."

"Oh my god, that was you?!" You laugh. "I was wondering why you said dress. Yes, I wore a dress once but only during orientation week, but I don’t remember talking to you." You laugh again. "I just remember your pink cap, was that not orientation?" You add

"That was the second week, you idiot. You wore a hoodie then." He retorted.

What is your most fond memory of your friendship?

His side

"I was dealing with a really bad breakup – like, I think this was four years ago? Yeah," he scratches at the back of his neck "but I had to write something for this screenwriting class I was taking, so I locked myself up in my dorm room and didn’t contact anyone. I buried myself with schoolwork and barely did anything outside of that – even sleeping or eating." He chuckles as he looks back on the memory.

"Then two days later, she comes banging on the door, telling me to get my shit together. It was harsh, actually–sort of like a tough love situation. But I needed that. I was neglecting myself – and it took her snapping at me like that to wake me up. I think I was on the brink of passing out from over-fatigue, but she saved me from that."

"She stayed with me, made sure I was eating and staying hydrated. She even slept on the couch at one point just to make sure I was getting enough sleep as well—yeah, that was…" He trails off and chuckles as he looks at you, swaying your body side to side to what he assumes is a Michael Bublé song [he was certain it was in your playlist somewhere]. 

"I would say it was a fond memory because it really solidified her place in my life. Like– relationships come and go, you know? But I knew I wanted her to stay in my life forever, to snap me out of it when I’m spiraling out of control." He continues.

Her side

You fiddle with the phone a bit before sitting back in your chair.

"Frank Sinatra. So he gets distracted and doesn't try to read my lips" You say to the camera, and then a satisfied smile when he starts mouthing the words to ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.

"When our family dog Chichi died and I was in the middle of an important 3-day seminar in a different city," you start off. "I couldn’t go home for the weekend at that time because of it, so he offered to go for me—at my family home, I mean. So he drove there and stayed with my family, video calling me almost the entire time just so I could feel present. It really felt like I had sent Chichi away properly, you know? even if I wasn’t there.

"Needless to say, my grandma has been very fond of him since then. She told me that if Jin and I had a falling out for whatever reason, she would keep him and disown me." You laugh and throw your head back a little, earning a small smile from Jin.

"So I was like, damn, okay, I’m keeping him for life I guess. Don’t wanna disappoint grandma, you know?"

Both Sides

"What did you say?" You ask as Jin places the phone and headphones on his lap and he ruffles his hair.

"The one– my breakup with *beep* " Jin panics slightly and turns to face the producer, saying, "Wait, can you please bleep that out, I don't want my ex to know." He squeaks out a laugh 

"Oh, yeah—I was enraged because it was like, 'You dare to become dehydrated? Not on my watch!’" You said with a laugh.

"Wait but for real, when I got that call from Joon—that was his dorm mate by the way—I got really worried." You recall with a slight frown.

"Yeah." He smiled fondly, "What about you?"

"Chichi," you say with a pout, and he coos.

"Right, yeah." He said in a small voice. "But hey, me and granny had the time of our lives that weekend, I ate so many cookies." He adds with a grin.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Were there any big fights you can remember?

His Side

Jin lets out a boisterous laugh, his body leaning forward and almost falling off the chair. The camera catches you looking at him, brows furrowed in confusion and a little concerned.

"I-" Jin stops and coughs a little, then looks at you, knitting your eyebrows at him. "Fucking cheesecake." He says, and your laughter can be heard off camera—as it is currently zoomed in on him.

"I know she’s gonna think of the same story, so I’m letting her tell it." He let out some of the residual laughter left in him before asking you to take off the headphones.

Her Side

You were laughing uncontrollably that it was kind of hard to breathe.

"Wait, that is it?" You ask as he asks for the headphones and nods. You put it on his head and smile.

"Sorry, I just—I saw him mouth the word cheesecake and I lost it."

The scene cuts to you shaking your head, "See, I knew it would be a question like that." You giggle.

"So. The Cheesecake incident," you start off. "It was one of those times in college when everyone was stressed—it was one of those ‘hell weeks’ as we call it. So, tension and stress were high for everyone, and we were no exception. One day after class, I went home to find him munching on something in my apartment’s kitchen.

"So a little context for this, there’s this really good bakery two hours away from campus, and whenever I go there I buy a whole thing of this amazing, out of this world cheesecake. 

"So I saw him and I was like, ‘hey! Is that my fucking cheesecake?’ He said ‘yeah’ and immediately I started yelling at him about how it was so inconsiderate of him to eat it without my permission, and then he started going off about 'it's just a fucking cheesecake!’" You laugh and look at him trying to look innocent.

"So at one point, we were fighting over the box of cake in the kitchen, and of course, it plomps to the floor – I mean, what else do you expect to happen?

"So it fell on the floor right, and at that moment we just stopped and stared at it – then at each other. A few moments later, he grabs his fork and sits down – he starts eating it off the floor!" You cover your face with your hands.

"I don't know what dawned over me because I got my own fork and ate with him – we both looked like fucking idiots. We started apologizing to each other because, I swear to god we have never yelled at each other that much since we met." You started laughing uncontrollably again, and then waved your hand.

"Wait! Disclaimer, we ate the parts that didn't touch the floor – I don't want people to think we're disgusting."

Both Sides

“You told them about the cheesecake?”

“Yeah.”

“Good times.”

What is the biggest secret that you’ve never told the other person?

His Side

"Oh god, here we go. Is this the last one?" He asks someone off screen.

"Right. Save the juiciest for last."

He contemplates a little before talking.

"So uhm… fuck." He laughs nervously.

"I.. It was three years ago. We were hanging out in her apartment, and I guess she saw it from the internet because she was on her phone at that time.

"She asked me if I would still be friends with her even if she was a worm." He started giggling and shaking his head. "So fucking stupid. Anyway, I immediately said no, and she just rolled her eyes at me and moved on.

"But it got me thinking, reevaluating what she means to me, and then it struck me. I would love her no matter what. I would love her even on days when she's so cranky she doesn't even like talking to me. I would love her on days we're both so stressed that we eat cheesecake off the floor." He throws his head back in laughter.

"I'm in love with her— fuck I'm in love with her." He looks at you with your eyes closed, swinging your body to a mellow song.

Her Side

"Oh! Here we go. I was waiting for that one." You said that and faced him. You saw him look intently at you, like he was gonna try to read your lips to see what you would say. You let out an exhale before gesturing for him to close his eyes, and he does.

"So, remember what I said about that day I first saw him during Philosophy class? Yeah. I’ve developed a big fat crush on him since then. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud.

"Okay, so it was a crush—was, because it did start out like that. But the thing is, not soon after that, he got into a relationship — and it was a serious one too. So that crush was crushed immediately." You wink at the camera. "Pun intended." Before proceeding, you check to see if Jin's eyes are still closed.

"It started out as a crush, but it lasted three years—and you know what they say about a crush lasting a certain time before it turns into something else? Yeah.. But then I drew the line at that three-year mark. I thought, ‘this cannot continue,’ and even after he and his girlfriend had broken up, I didn’t try to act on it, because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship." You laugh bitterly.

"Broke my heart, man. But I guess that’s on me. I was a coward." You dropped your gaze to your hands before letting out a breath of relief.

"Oh man, that felt so good to get off my chest." You smile at the camera briefly before switching your gaze to Jin.

Both Sides

Jin stretches his arms and lets out a grunt, "What did you say?"

"Oh, it was so juicy that you’re going to have to wait until this video comes out to find out." You reply while you wiggle your brows.

"Really? I bet it got nothing on what I had to say." He says to you in a low voice, looking at you intently.

"Doubt that. Guess we’re gonna have to find out, huh?"

The video shows a clip of the both of you posing silly for the camera, signaling the end of the video.

—

Jin taps the spacebar once and immediately snaps his body to face you.

"You…" he trails off, and a moment of silence surrounds you.

"I can't believe your romantic epiphany about me was triggered by me asking you if you'd still be friends with me even if I was a worm." You said, and just like that, the stiff tension between you was broken and he laughed.

A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.

"You were in love with me?" he asks.

"You’re in love with me?" you ask back.

He rolls his eyes and says, "Don’t answer my question with another question."

You huff. "Fine. I was in love with you. Ugh, cringe." You roll your eyes playfully. He collects your hands and encloses them with his, forcing you to look at him.

"Hey, I know humor is your coping mechanism, but we have to talk about this."

You close your eyes for a moment before sighing. "Fine."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asks in a meek voice, as if he was scared.

"Because," you started off as you gestured with your hands, "like I said, I didn’t plan on acting on it. I didn’t want to risk this." You pointed at the two of you. "I was scared, so I stored it in a box and buried it in the deepest corner of my mind." You add.

You see a flash of hope pass through his eyes. "Then, will you dig it up? Will you try with me?" You don’t speak for a moment too long, so he brings your hands up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, and I’m hoping you still love me too. I know it's scary, as you mentioned, but I'd like to give it a shot with you. I think—no, I know that we’ll be great together." He looks at you with a desperate look in his eyes, and you soften.

"Okay." You reply after a few seconds, and his eyes widen.

"Really?" His voice cracked and you felt your heart drop from your chest.

"Really, you idiot, I just told you." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, and you don’t verbally reply but you lean in and go for it.

It felt perfect. It was the sweetest kiss you have ever experienced, and you’re glad you’re sharing it with him. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, like it was the most natural thing to do. You let out a small whine when he pulls away, but he cradles your cheek and you lean into his warmth.

"I still have that cap, you know? The one you thought I looked handsome in." He let out a devilish smirk.

"Shut up."

—

Bonus Post-credit scene

"and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream from the top of my lungs, What's going on?" Jin belts out as the staff adjusts the lighting since the outside was now darker as seen through the window. You scooched your chair closer and removed the headphones from his ears.

"Take this off for a second, you might ruin your eardrums." You placed the phone and the headphones on his lap, being careful not to get the cords tangled.

"Oop, okay." He shook his head and fixed his hair. He then brought up a hand to pinch your cheek.

"Thanks for looking out for me." He said in a soft voice.

You smile, your eyes crinkling up. "Always."

[Fade to black]

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