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yoongi sensing that jungkook might be feeling bad bc of what they’re saying about being afraid of him hurting them, and comforts jungkook

say what you will about yoongi but he always looks out for his members

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Fact Over Fancy (m)

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3

“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

“Medication won’t work on you because of your defect… you realize you won’t get better if you don’t try right?” Because of his status, it’s impossible for you to take the easy way out and shove him out the door with enough mood suppressing pills to last a lifetime.

“What if I don’t want to get better? What makes you think people like you aren’t the ones with defects instead?” His accusatory tone does nothing to rile you up, and you recite the motto of the Board that’s engraved in the walls of its headquarters, along with the speech you’ve regurgitated so many times it’s practically engraved in your head now.

“‘Fact over Fancy’, Mr Jeon. You know why it isn’t the other way around. Ever since emotions have been eradicated, productivity has increased exponentially, our economy has been functioning at its zenith, and will continue to do so in the future. People like you are a threat to the well oiled cogs of our socially engineered society, and it’s my job to make you realise that.”

“Nice speech, ____. Did the Board feed you those lines or do you actually believe in all that crap? How different are we from machines if we negate our emotions in everything we do?”

The little timer on your desk lets out a shrill ring, signalling the end of your session with Jeon Jeongguk. You close his file calmly.

“‘You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of service to them.’ I’ll see you next week, Mr Jeon. And don’t forget about your punishment. Cafeteria clean up every day for the rest of this week and next.” The dismissive tone in your voice is clear, but Jeongguk doesn’t make a move to leave. You gather up your things and stand, opening the door of your office and hoping he’ll get the hint.

When he doesn’t, you clear your throat in a professional manner. “I’ll see you next week, Jeon Jeongguk. I’m late for my meeting.”

Seeing as he can’t win in this situation, he rises from his seat and makes his way to the door, pausing by where you stand for a moment. The lack of personal space that he allows for in between leaves you with a face full of his chest, and he leans down toward your ear.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

You close the door behind him hastily, and dart toward your chair to grab your white doctor’s coat that hangs over the back of it, digging out your ringing phone from its deep pockets.

“Namjoon? Yeah, I’m still in my office. A patient ran slightly overtime. Has the meeting started already?”

“Nah, I’m still on my way too. I’ll be passing by your office, do you want to walk to headquarters together?” He sounds slightly out of breath on the other end of the line, and you shrug on your coat and exit from your office just in time to catch a glimpse of his blonde head turning the corner.

“Hey,” you greet him as he finally catches up to you. “Why are you running late? You’re usually always on the dot.”

“There was a bug in the matchmaking system this morning, and it took longer than expected to straighten it out.” You’re struggling to keep up with his long legs on the way to headquarters, and your heels click furiously on the smooth granite floor.

“That’s weird. The matchmaking system hardly ever messes up, right?”

“Well, there’s a first for everything.” Namjoon pushes the door of the meeting room open with the heel of his hand and you follow him in, heading straight to your seat.

The Head of the Board, President Kwon, interlaces his fingers together and surveys the entire meeting room filled with Board members with a brief sweep of his eyes.

“Welcome to our bimonthly progress report meeting. As you all know, the success of our society depends entirely on your contributions as Board members. As the Heads of your respective departments, your efforts go a long way in ensuring the continued flourishing of our economy as well. Dr_____, head of the Psychiatric Department, please kindly begin your report.” That’s your cue to kickstart the meeting, and you shuffle your stack of papers to your prepared notes.

“Most of the patients who were not born with the defect but have picked up emotional tendencies along the way due to various reasons are responding well to the emotional suppressant drugs. Those with the defect, however, are taking a slightly longer time in showing response towards counselling sessions with their respective psychiatrists. However, I believe with continued rigorous treatment sessions, the Board’s motto of ‘Fact over Fancy’ will eventually be drilled into them. Thank you.”

Namjoon picks up where you leave off seamlessly.

“The Department of Arranged Marriages has always been in line with the Board’s views, and believes that marriages should be for the sole purpose of propagating the human race only. Part of our duties include matchmaking individuals with the compatibility of their genes in mind so as to produce the best possible offspring in order to serve our society well. Our matchmaking system analyses each individual’s genetic makeup in order to produce the best match possible. There was a slight bug in the system that I found this morning, but fortunately, it wasn’t anything too serious.”

President Kwon accepts yours and Namjoon’s reports with a mere nod, and the rest of the meeting passes in a similar fashion, with the heads of various departments such as Finance, Education and Welfare delivering updates and reports.

Finally, the president makes a move to stand, “Your reports are very much appreciated. Since there are no pressing issues to address at the moment, the meeting is adjourned.” The rest of the Board rises along with him, waiting for him to exit from the meeting room before filing out after him.

You walk out with Namjoon toward the cafeteria, briefly checking your schedule for the rest of the day on your phone.

“What’s the rest of your day like?”

“After lunch I have a few more patients to see, and then I’m done for the day. What about you?”

“Lucky you. After this it’s a whole 12 hours of monitoring the system to make sure the bug doesn’t pop out again. I’d ask one of our interns to do it, but I don’t trust them nearly enough.” Namjoon has to raise his voice over the noisy environment of the cafeteria to be heard, and you give him a wry smile in response as you stand in front of one of the many dispensing machines and scan your ID.

The machine reads your barcode and serves up a tray of a foil wrapped package with your name stamped on top. It’s the Board’s way of ensuring everyone gets exactly the amount of nutrition they need, and each individual has all of their meals specifically catered to them.

You manoeuvre to an empty table with your food and wait for Namjoon to be seated opposite you before you unwrap the foil, noting your smaller portions as compared to his with little interest.

“I didn’t get a chance to ask you about your patient who ran overtime this morning.” Namjoon pauses in his chewing for a second.

“Jeon Jeongguk again, his sessions with me have been lengthened now because of his fight with Jimin last week. He’s a tough one.” Your eyes wander over to Jeongguk as he mops a section of the cafeteria, pondering over his last words as he left your session that morning.

“Ah yeah, he’s known to be one of the more outspoken ones among the defects. I’m surprised he hasn’t been locked up for constantly trying to go against the Board by now.”

Jeongguk’s head is down as he concentrates on finishing his task, and you note that his slim yet burly physique gets the job done pretty efficiently. His tall frame allows for his jet black head of hair to stand out even in the crowded cafeteria. The thin white shirt he has on fits nicely over his broad chest, and the chiseled indents of his collarbones peek out over the tee’s scoop neck. The dark wash of his denim jeans don’t do much to hide the sculpted planes of his thighs. Namjoon follows your gaze, and registers the intense look on your face. He pats your hand briefly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll fix him. You’re not the head of Psychiatry for nothing. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something else too.”

This catches your attention, and you tear your eyes away from Jeongguk to focus on Namjoon again.

“It’s your turn to be matched soon, you know that right?”

At the mention of your matching, your appetite seems to disappear and you push your foil package away. “Yeah, it’s only at the back of my mind every second. I hope my partner is suitable, I’ll be informed of the results soon.”

Namjoon gives your hand a brief squeeze, “_____, you know the system is perfect. It never makes a bad match. Well, it does get bugs every now and then, but other than that, it’s flawless.”

You’re about to agree with him and chide yourself for the unnecessary stressing, but another voice cuts in.

“That’s sweet, enjoying lunch with your match?” Jeongguk props his head up on an arm over the handle of his mop with a saccharine sweet smile. You have no idea when he materialised by your side all of a sudden, but you’re painfully aware of how you have to crane your neck to meet his unnerving gaze.

Namjoon opens his mouth to correct him, but you stop him with a glance. Jeongguk’s your patient, after all, and you turn to look at him. “He’s not my match, Mr Jeon.”

“Well that’s a surprise, ‘cause I saw you two engaging in an intimate act just a while ago. He touched your hand!” A mock gasp comes from him as he shifts his position to lean his hip against the table, the epitome of cockiness. “I’m sure the Board wouldn’t approve of that.”

You wrap up the remains of your meal in the foil, giving Namjoon a slight nod to let him know you’ll see him later. You step out of your seat to face Jeongguk. “You seem to be done with your duties, shall I do a spot check? If they aren’t up to my standards, I’ll have to assign more days.”

Your threat seems to work as Jeongguk reaches for the mop that he left leaning against the table, turning to face you with a smirk. You turn on your heel and head for the bins to dispose of your trash before he can speak, but he only tags along with you, his long strides keeping up with you effortlessly. “Authoritative women are such a turn on. I wonder, are you like that in bed too?”

“Maybe I am. Too bad you’ll never find out.”

You usually don’t respond to his jabs and comments, so your parting shot leaves him a little surprised and Jeongguk doesn’t follow you out of the cafeteria. But you feel his eyes on your back the whole way to your office.

*

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and you wrap up with your last patient before gathering your things and leaving your office. Deciding you’d much rather eat in the peace and quiet of your apartment, you decide to pick up your meal before heading home. There aren’t many people at the cafeteria since dinner is nearly over, save for a few late workers and the cleaners.

And Jeon Jeongguk.

He’s stationed right at the end of the row of dispensing machines, looking as if he’s finishing up his duties for the day. You approach the furthest unoccupied machine from him, hoping to get your food and leave without attracting his attention. But luck is not on your side today, and as you search your bag for your ID, he comes up behind you to wait for his turn, even though there must be at least four other unoccupied machines available.

Once again, Jeon Jeongguk seems to have no respect for personal space and you can feel his breath rustle the hairs on the top of your head, and the heat emanating from his body tells you that he is mere inches away.

The plop of your foil packet is music to your ears as you snatch it up quickly, sidestepping to escape the trap of his body and the machine. You’re just about to hightail it out of there when a voice behind you calls out.

“Dr _____! Will you eat with me?” His voice rings out across the short distance that you’ve managed to put in between you, and also attracts the attention of the few remaining people in the cafeteria.

Your hurried steps come to a halt as you try and think of a believable excuse to feed him. He strolls leisurely towards you and pulls out a chair at the table beside you, sitting down and extending a leg to push out the other chair opposite as an invitation to join him.

The heat from the packet is starting to become unbearable, but you’re at a loss for words to reject him. Defeated, you slide into the seat opposite him, only to be met with a radiant smile that shows off his bunny teeth.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day, but having such a pretty doctor eat with me totally makes up for it.” He tears into his own packet with enthusiasm, digging in immediately.

“Wait, I saw you earlier today at lunch. Didn’t you eat then?” You unwrap your own portion of food more delicately, waiting for the steam that rises from today’s dinner of grilled chicken and salad to settle first.

“Nope, my cleaning duty lasted all the way till I had to leave for my job at the mechanic’s.” In a flash, Jeongguk’s almost done with his food, but it’s painfully obvious that it’s not nearly enough for someone of his size, not to mention factoring in all the physical activity he probably engages in to earn those defined biceps and the rest of his muscled physique.

Before you have a chance to second-guess yourself, you push your packet towards him and fork your portion of meat into his.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t consider your needs well. I should have written you a pass so you could get off duty earlier to eat.”

You’re all too aware that sharing food like this is against the rules, and Jeongguk must be too, judging from the widening of his eyes. The surprise on his face is soon replaced by smug little smirk as his pink tongue darts out to lick at a smear of gravy at the corner of his lips. Your eyes are unconsciously drawn to that sharp little movement and the dampness left behind.

“Is that a hint of sympathy I detect?” The teasing lilt in his tone is nothing like the sharp accusations earlier this morning, and instead of responding with your usual barrage of politically correct jargon, you choose to watch him wolf down the rest of your portion.

“Office hours may be over, but I’m still your doctor. If anything happens to you, I’m responsible.”

“You always have to spoil the mood, don’t you? I rather liked the idea of you being indebted to me.” He’s twirling his spoon in between his slim fingers now, and you focus on finishing your food as quickly as possible. With your mouth full, at least you’re spared from having to come up with an appropriate response to Jeon Jeongguk.

All too soon, the last of your salad is scraped clean, and you no longer have an excuse to remain silent. You’re all too aware of him watching you, and the silence grows a tad uncomfortable.

“Can I sleep over at yours tonight?”

His blunt statement causes you to bite your tongue and you immediately flinch. You attempt to cover up your reaction by standing from your seat, but he’s already tossing his head back in laughter, a musical little sound that reminds you of the tinkling of bells on a sleigh. He collects himself for just a moment and his gaze lands on your shell-shocked expression once more before he erupts into another fit of laughter. Gone is the cold steel gaze from this morning, now it seems to resemble more of a dove grey, as soft as down feathers and lit up with the warmth of a summer’s day.

A little flustered and in dire lack of a curt comeback, you decide to make a break for it while he’s still otherwise incapacitated. You almost make it out of the cafeteria before you hear him, slightly out of breath. “See you for our next session, _____.”

*

The encounter with Jeon Jeongguk in the cafeteria leaves a strange taste in your mouth and an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of your stomach, and somehow you don’t think it can be attributed to nerves from breaking one of the Board’s rules.

Your formal request to the Board to let Jeongguk off duty a little earlier during lunch has been rejected and you’re at a loss for the first time in a long while. The thought of him having to skip a meal and starve till dinner every day makes you slightly uncomfortable, and it’s something you can’t seem to brush off. The thought lingers at the back of your mind even during consultation hours, and as a result you’re even more taciturn to your patients than usual.

Having spent most of lunch picking at your food in your office, you decide you have to do something.

You’re careful to wait till the lunchtime crowd clears before heading to the cafeteria and scanning your ID again, requesting for another pack of food. It’s the best you can do since you can’t get your hands on someone else’s ID, and there’s no way you’ll ever ask for Jeon Jeongguk’s. The Board might take note of your unusually high amount of food intake this month, but there’s slim chance they’ll let you off with it, considering your trusted position as Head.

And if not, you’ll just have to come up with an excuse for them. Maybe racking up some physical activity ought to account for those extra calories.

Food packet in hand, you scribble his name onto a post it and attach it to the foil, making your way towards the automobile-servicing centre where he works. You’re hoping to drop in inconspicuously and leave the food packet for him, but there’s no chance of that when you see him parked at the entrance, hard at work on a dusty maroon pickup.

You stand out like a sore thumb in your pristine white doctor’s coat compared to the oil stained, griminess of the whole place, and Jeon Jeongguk spots you immediately. He comes bounding up to you like an excited puppy, wiping his greasy hands on his blemished, cobalt overalls that he wears for work and giving you an expectant look.

You decide to just bite the bullet and get this over and done with.

“I brought you some food.” You thrust the packet into his dirt streaked hands and make your escape, trying to block out his amused chuckles as he practically announces your presence to the whole world with his shout of thanks.

And that’s how you end up visiting Jeon Jeongguk every day after lunchtime.

*

Watching Jeon Jeongguk eat is one of the most satisfying things in the whole world, you conclude.

It’s a swelteringly hot Thursday afternoon, and your third time delivering food to him. You’re a little more at ease when you find out that Jeongguk mostly works alone at the shop, so there won’t be any witnesses to answer to and you decide that you don’t have to return to your stuffy little doctor’s office quite so quickly.

You’ve learned from your first time and left your coat behind, but rivulets of sweat still stream down the nape of your neck even in a sleeveless ivory top and navy pencil skirt that comes up to mid thigh. With a sweep of your hands you gather your hair up into a ponytail to try and counter some of the heat, and you can feel the weight of Jeongguk’s observant gaze tracking your every movement from where he’s seated across the small table in the service centre. He refuses to be caught, though, and returns his attention to scrunching his nose at the slivers of ginger scattered in his rice.

Today is the first time you’re staying to watch him eat and he seems to know that you’ll leave as soon as he finishes, taking his time to meticulously pick out all the pieces of ginger and setting it aside like a fussy little child. There’s a grain of rice lingering at the corner of his mouth, and a small smile tugs at your lips at his child like innocence that only seems obvious when his guard is down.

You reach out and pluck at the offending grain of rice without thinking, and freeze when the pad of your thumb brushes across the cupid’s bow of his upper lip, and the velvety sensation of his cherry red pout makes you jerk back as if electrified. His platinum grey eyes immediately lock onto yours, and you’re pretty sure you look like a deer in the headlights right about now.

Willing yourself to remain calm, your fight or flight response kicks in and you swing your leg over the bench to get up, unwittingly flashing Jeongguk in the process. You curse inwardly over your choice of a skirt on today of all days and try to remember what kind of underwear you have on, though you’re not sure why it even matters, when he answers the question for you.

“Cute panties. Dark green just happens to be my favourite colour.”

The predatory gaze makes you let out a squeak reminiscent of hunted prey, and your dignity hangs in shreds. A flushed heat settles over the apples of your cheeks, and you smooth your hands down the front of your skirt for composure.

“I have to go. My next patient’s waiting.” You mumble out a half assed excuse before hurrying out of the servicing centre, wondering just why all of your encounters with Jeon Jeongguk seem to end in the same way every time.

*

The last and final time you bring Jeon Jeongguk his lunch, he kisses you.

The events of the previous day are still too fresh in your mind; so today you don’t sit opposite him to watch him eat, but instead fiddle around with the car he’s currently working on. You don’t really have much experience with automobiles, nor are you very interested in them, but it’s the best way to avoid eye contact with a certain someone. Common sense tells you to simply deliver his food and go back to the safety of your office, but there’s also something else within you that refuses to admit defeat and retreat like a coward.

Damn Jeon Jeongguk.

A thick layer of dirt and grime that’s settled over its entire body dulls the sunset glow of the tangerine saloon in the workshop. Other than its less than stellar upkeep, you can’t see anything else wrong with it.

“What’s wrong with this car?” Your question cuts through the silence in the workshop.

“It was pretty wrecked when we bought it, but I managed to find some new parts for it. It just needs a good scrubbing now.” Blocked from your view by the car, his disembodied voice echoes in the empty workshop. Jeongguk finishes his meal in record time today, and you can hear the rustling sounds as he cleans up.

“Wow. Who’d want to sell this though? It’s such a beauty.” Despite your lack of experience, the car’s elegance and allure is evident even under so much filth.

Jeongguk makes his way to the hood, so that he’s standing opposite you with only the car in between. His eyes are fixated on you as he replies. “Yeah, she sure is pretty.” When you don’t answer him, he continues. “Wanna help me out a little?”

A little intrigued by his question, you nod, even though warning bells are going off in your head.  You’d really like to see how the car looks in its full glory though, and you manage to convince yourself that’s the only reason why you’re sticking around so much today. Jeongguk hands you a rubber hose and instructs you on how to operate the controls that turn the water on or off, telling you to aim at certain areas while he gets a sponge ready to scrub.

At his cue, you flip the switch, releasing the valve and allowing a stream of pressurized water to shoot out. However, the backlash of the water catches you off guard, and even though you stumble back a few steps, you manage to retain your balance. But your aim goes off target and you end up drenching Jeon Jeongguk’s entire upper body.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You scramble to flip the switch off as he sputters in shock, soaked to the bone. His tongue-tied reaction as he stands there is priceless and sends you into an uncharacterized fit of giggles, and you have to steady yourself with a hand placed on the bonnet of the saloon.

You’re bent over trying to fight off another wave of laughter and catch your breath at the same time that you don’t see the mischievous grin on Jeongguk’s face, but the next thing you know, soapy water is dripping off the front of your shirt from the sponge he was holding mere moments ago.

The sharp, biting cold of the water provides a much-needed relief from the heat, but when you catch a glimpse of the impish gleam in his eyes, you decide that you won’t back down so easily this time. You bend to pick up the hose from the floor and toggle the switch again, and this time, your aim is spot on. A jet of water hits Jeongguk right in the chest, but he only laughs it off, a pure, unadulterated laughter that makes you forget about the Board and its rules, defective and undefective,until all that’s left is you and Jeon Jeongguk.

He endures the slight pressure of the jet aimed at his chest to step towards you, and you can’t help but erupt into peals of giggles as you back away as well. “Jeon Jeongguk you monster, don’t come a step closer!” You raise your voice over his contagious laughter, but before you can think of how to defend yourself, he lunges at you and grabs you around the waist, expertly shutting the flow of water from the hose as you drop it to the ground.

The pressure of his hips against yours causes your feet to lose purchase on the slippery ground, and you’re forced to wrap your arms around his neck tightly. The warmth of his sturdy arms banded around your waist, a contrast to your soaked skin, kindles a spark in your lower belly, and you don’t miss the way your heart skips a beat.

A flood of sensations overwhelms you at once: the rock hard quality of his whole body pressed up against yours, the comforting stability of being cradled in his arms and the intoxicating spicy tang of citrus from the cologne he wears. You pull back a little to get a better look at his face, not wanting to be the first one to break away and shatter the crackling chemistry sizzling between you.

You notice his eyes drop to your lips right away, and you only have a split second to close your eyes before he meets your lips in a hungry kiss. You respond back almost immediately, shocking the both of you as your lips move together in a tandem of harmony, as if you’ve done this with him a million times before. The taste of the peppermint candy that he finished his lunch with lingers on his plush lips, flooding your taste buds, and you can’t help but let out a dulcet moan. In response, Jeongguk nibbles at your bottom lip, and the scrape of his teeth causes the reality of the situation to come rushing back.

You break away first, breathing heavily, but he doesn’t relinquish his iron grip around your waist. The atmosphere is weighted with the aftermath of the kiss, and you’re paralyzed by the adrenaline rushing through your system and the reminiscent tingling on your lips. This situation is all too familiar to Jeongguk; he does something unexpected and a tad inappropriate, and you respond by running away. So this time he offers you a way out himself.

“My hoodie is over there on the bench. Wear it over till you get back to your office.” He loosens his grip and takes a step back. “I’ll see you for our next session, _____.” His voice is barely audible if you weren’t so close to him, and there’s a gentle and even raw quality to it that infuses a sense of calm into you.

You grab his jacket from the bench and tug it on, hyperaware of how Jeongguk’s scent surrounds you like a protective outer layer. Before you leave this time, you manage a few words to the boy watching you with something akin to yearning in his eyes.

“See you soon, Jeongguk.”

*

The patient before you is slumped in his chair, and every line of his body conveys his utter frustration.

“Why am I even here? Isn’t this what the Board wants, for us to fuck and then give birth to another generation of emotionless slaves? What did I even do wrong?”

The tip of your ballpoint pen glides across the notepad in front of you in neat cursive, noting down every detail of your patient’s outburst. It’s only when he stops that you look up at him, only to find that he’s waiting from a response from you instead. You glance back down at your notes.

“Kim Taehyung, you were caught having sex with your match in a public area, and being guilty of other acts such as giving and receiving oral sex, which is certainly not required to conceive. On top of that, you’ve been showing signs of emotional outbursts recently.” You reach for a pill bottle on your desk and give it a little shake. “Have you been taking your suppressants?”

The defiance is clear on his face as he answers. “No. Why should I? It’s perfectly normal to crave intimacy.”

Patiently, you meet his chocolate eyes ablaze with indignance from beneath his honey brown hair that layers across his forehead. “How did you come to that conclusion, Mr Kim?”

“It’s in the archives. Before people lost the ability to feel.”

“You should be well aware that reading and retaining information from the archives is strictly forbidden. Your job as an archivist could be jeopardised if I report you to the Board.”

You close his patient file as a knock sounds at the door and the Psychiatry Department’s secretary peeks her head in with a stack of mail. It’s almost the end of Taehyung’s session with you anyway, so you wrap up with him.

“You’re not born defective, so you have a good chance of recovering if you take your suppressants. If I don’t see any improvement in your behaviour then I’ll be forced to report you.” Your threat hangs in the air as you push his prescription towards him. “See you next week, Mr Kim.”

Taehyung snatches the prescription off the desk, and the tension in the air is palpable as waves of helplessness emanate off him. His knuckles are white as he grasps the crushed piece of paper and heads for the door, rudely colliding into the secretary on his way out.

You nod at her in brief apology as she hands you your stack of mail before taking her leave. Leafing through the crisp white envelopes one by one, it’s the usual bills and useless notices, but one of the letters makes you stop your shuffling so suddenly that a paper cut rips across the pad of your thumb. But the pain barely registers when you glance at the front of the letter.

The letterhead visible through the clear window on the envelope is printed in a glaring crimson that stands out from its pristine white background. The Department of Arranged Marriages.

A mix of anxiety and denial bubbles up in the hollow of your stomach and you consider chucking the envelope into the paper shredder that sits in the corner of your office. But that would only be irrational, and you close your eyes to try and suppress the sudden warp of unprecedented emotions swirling in the cavity of your chest. The letterhead remains imprinted beneath your eyelids, burnt into consciousness and there’s no escape. You know there’s only one reason for this letter as you flip the envelope around and tear it open with trembling hands. It takes several unsuccessful tries before the letter slides out of its cradle and you smooth it out on your desk.

You start at the very top, attempting to keep your nerves in check by treating the contents as objectively as possible, as if they were a patient’s file, or a progress report. But it’s impossible to compartmentalise when the issue at hand is something as personal as your match, and your eyes skip over the first few paragraphs explaining the purpose of such a system, information that you already know as thoroughly as the back of your hand. You skim down the margins till you stumble across four words printed in bolded obsidian that stand alone on the page.

YOUR MATCH: JEON JEONGGUK

Incredulity and disbelief slam into your chest with the force of battering ram, and you blink furiously to refocus on those four words. There has to be a mistake. Defectives aren’t allowed to be matched; they’re kept out of the system’s database altogether in order to prevent their defective genes from passing on to the next generation.

You’re just about to reach for your phone and dial Namjoon’s cell to get to the bottom of this colossal mess when the door of your office bursts open. Standing in the doorway is none other than Jeon Jeongguk with the very same letter, and he saunters over to his seat in front of you, tossing the letter onto your desk with a relaxed air that completely contrasts with the white hot adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream and the staccato beat of your racing heart.

“Looks like you’ll be Dr Jeon from now on.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions. There has to be a mistake. Namjoon told me he found a bug in the system just last week, so it’s completely plausible.” There’s panic laced in your tone, but your words aren’t convincing enough to steady your quivering hands that are folded on your desk.

“I don’t think I’m the one jumping to conclusions here, ____.”

You take a deep, calming breath for strength. “Get out. I need to make some calls. There’s no way I can be matched to you, you’re-”

“Defective?” His toneless voice cuts in. Jeongguk stands now, his hands on your desk and leaning down so that he is at eye level.

“Our union won’t benefit our society in any way, our offspring have a 50% chance of being born defective-”

“What are you really afraid of, _____? Is it the way I make you step out of the lines that your precious Board has drawn, breaking their rules? Or how you’re slowly becoming like all the patients you try so hard to rehabilitate?”

“Are you afraid of the way I make you feel?”

His question sends a rush of flashbacks of your heated encounters with him coursing through your mind, especially the kiss, and this time you can’t deny the surge of warmth that blooms in your chest at the thought of kissing him again. Jeongguk’s searing gaze burns into you, daring you to prove him otherwise, to deny the volatile chemistry that sparks in between you, to dismiss the events of the past few days as if they are nothing more than passing clouds on a stormy night. It’s useless to fight against this, whatever it is, any longer. You open your eyes and really see Jeon Jeongguk for the first time.

He is sharp angles of chiselled beauty, his liquid mercury gaze pinning you in place with an undeniable intensity. Adorned with a complexion of porcelain and alabaster cheekbones carved by the gods themselves, the aristocratic slope of his Roman nose and the dusty rose pink of his puckered lips are nothing less than a work of art.

How could this boy, cloaked in such magnificence and resplendence, be considered defective in the least?

Realization hits you hard, and the entire infrastructure that you’ve based your very existence on comes tumbling down.

“Jeongguk.” This is the second time you’ve addressed him without any sort of salutation, your voice choked with emotion for the first time in your life, and that’s when Jeongguk knows he’s broken through.  

“Finally,” his own voice is clouded with relief, and he runs a hair through his jet-black hair, tousling it so perfectly. You’re mesmerized at how much more intense everything feels, from the way a slight intonation of his single word imbues it with so much more meaning, to how much deeper his voice is now or the nervous energy that runs through him as he paces the length of your office, things that have always been there, but you’re only noticing now.

It’s like a sudden sensory overload, all these things that lingered beneath the surface only to manifest now in a shower of sensation that you’re struggling to keep up with.

“_____, you have to listen to me. It’s not safe-”

The sound of your name sends a shiver down your spine, the way it rolls off his tongue like a deep purr reverberating from the depths of his chest. But the second half of his sentence is enough to snap you back into a semblance of consciousness.

“Wait, what are you talking about? Not safe?” 

Jeongguk glances about the interior of your office, as if looking for something before grabbing a legal pad and pulling it toward him. He helps himself to a pen before scribbling something on it, and then pushes the pad back toward you.

They’re monitoring your office. They can’t find out about you. You have to pretend like nothing’s changed, or else they’ll come for you.

Only when you read his words do you remember the cameras installed in your doctor’s office, enabling the Board to monitor consultations and intervene when necessary. Back then you were all for such measures, but only now do you realize how invasive it is. When you look up at Jeongguk again, he’s imploring you to play along, to pretend that the consultation is going as per normal. And so you do. 

‘Mr Jeon, your behavior has been incredibly disruptive as of late, more than usual. If you don’t improve, I’ll have to punish you.” It’s hard to regulate your voice into your old, monotone drawl like before when it seems so natural to infuse emotion into your speech, for it to ride the highs and lows of intonation like a roller coaster. You manage to draft out a response to his earlier warning: What do we do now? I can’t pretend like this for the rest of my life, and we have to get married. 

Even your written words are filled with desperation, and Jeongguk can’t help but smirk. “I can’t wait to see what kind of punishment you come up for me, Dr_____.” Even in such a dire situation Jeongguk’s still his old, inappropriate self, but the smouldering look in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely joking either. You lick your lips unconsciously at his double entendre, but before your thoughts can go anywhere else, he slides the pad back to you.

We have to run away. Signing the marriage contract will buy us some time before they start looking for us. There are others too. 

A million questions are tripping over themselves, and your tongue physically itches with the need to speak freely, but you know you can’t. And it’s too much to write out on paper too, not if the consultation is to go on as per normal.

“I’ll be monitoring you closely, Mr Jeon. Regarding our marriage contract, I will contact Namjoon to have it set up to both our conveniences. See you next session, Mr Jeon.” It’s a struggle to keep your voice professional when all you want to do is throw yourself into his arms.

Jeongguk nods, and this time when he leaves, you feel a pang of loss.

*

“Thank you for scheduling this for us on such a short notice,” your voice sounds overly emotional even to your own ears, but Namjoon only nods in response as he pushes the marriage papers towards you.

Jeongguk is sitting a seat away from you, and the three of you are sealed away in the privacy of your apartment.

“Most signings take place at the registry building, but you’re an exception.” Namjoon watches as the both of you flip through the thick stack of papers, signing multiple times on each page as required. Jeongguk shifts his seat and closes the distance between you, pretending to clarify doubts about a clause in the papers, but all you can feel is the heat from his steel thighs even through two layers of clothing. You don’t miss the cheeky, insinuating tone in his voice either. You’re pretty sure your face is heating up just from this physical contact, and you pray that Namjoon doesn’t catch on.

“As per Board rules, newly wed couples will be allowed an hour in complete privacy to consummate their marriage. Any other interaction following that will be monitored closely to ensure intimacy is kept at a minimum.” Namjoon’s voice is all matter-of-fact, and Jeongguk nods in thanks for the clarification, but your face heats up even further and you don’t understand how the two men remain so composed, as if they’re discussing something as inane as the weather. 

Finally, the last page is signed, and you watch Namjoon gather up the papers with a sweep of his lithe fingers and slide them into his briefcase. Jeongguk follows him to the door, but before he leaves, Namjoon turns to him, “Be ready in an hour.”

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you approach Jeongguk and slide your arms around his waist, leaning your head between his shoulder blades.  The feel of his solid body is like nothing else and you relish the feeling of just being able to hold him like this.

But Namjoon’s instructions are weirdly phrased, and you can’t shake the odd feeling settling over you. “What did Namjoon mean? Be ready for what?” You have to tip toe to murmur the question into the shell of his ear, allowing the tip of your tongue to trace a path over it.

A shudder runs through Jeongguk’s body, and you feel the growl in his chest before you actually hear it. “Nothing, baby. Forget about it. I don’t want to hear another man’s name from your lips, only mine.”

The edge to his tone ignites a spark in your lower abdomen, and you find yourself rushing to comply. He turns around in your grasp and encircles his arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and sending a delicious tingle down your spine. His wet tongue laps at the sensitive flesh, sucking dark violet petals into the column of your neck, and you’re trying to keep abreast of all the pleasurable sensations, placing your hands on the broad expanse of his chest to halt him.

“Jeongguk, we can’t do this now, we have to run away.”

“You heard him didn’t you princess? According to the law, I’m allowed one hour to fuck you in any way I want. Give a man his hour yeah?”

Your resolve falters again when you feel the possessive grasp of his hands span the small circumference of your waist, and the way he makes you feel so feminine with his sudden display of dominance, another side of him you never knew existed. His hands roam southwards to smooth over the curve of your ass, and instinctively, you hop up into his arms, directing him toward your bedroom. 

Jeongguk sets you down on the bed with a gentleness that doesn’t quite match the desire clouding his irises. He orders you to strip in a voice that makes liquid heat slam into the pit of your stomach, and your fingers fly to the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head. His eyes are quick to take in every inch of your bare skin as it’s revealed, but they screech to a stop at the sight of your simple black satin bra. He’s practically drooling at the sight of your cleavage, and emboldened by his reaction, you push yourself off the bed and stand. Turning your back to him to pull off your jeans, you bend over just a little more than necessary and give him an eyeful of your emerald silk panties, thanking whatever gods up there that you picked this pair today of all days.

Aware of the sudden reverse in power dynamics, you straighten up again and face him, and the tent in his jeans has grown considerably after your little strip tease.

“Those jeans look a little tight, shall I give you a hand?” You don’t wait for his response as you drop to your knees and get to work on his belt buckle, working it open and getting to the zipper quickly. You chance a glance back up at him only to meet his gunmetal gray eyes darkened with lust, and he’s clenching his jaw so tightly that a muscle jumps in his cheek. Seeking to tease him further, you reach for the zipper with your teeth and drag it down, and Jeongguk rewards you with the most delicious moan.

“Stop teasing me princess,” he reaches for your hair with both hands and gathers it into a makeshift ponytail so that he’s granted a full view of your face. “Be a good girl and take my cock.”

Your hands glide up the bunched muscles of his inner thighs to the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to reveal his erection, the head of him an angry red and already dripping with precum. You make sure to make eye contact with him before you dig your tongue into his slit with an open mouthed kiss, feeling his salty flavour spread on your palate and causing his hands to tighten in your hair.

The tugging on your hair intensifies as he drags you a little closer to him, desperate to feel the heat of your mouth. You oblige him and take his cock into your mouth, using your tongue to stroke the underside of his length teasingly as you shield your teeth. The sheer thickness of him makes your eyes water and your gag reflex activate itself, but his needy whine is enough to make you ignore it. Attempting to relax the muscles of your throat, you force your jaw open a little wider and swallow a few more inches of his member. Above you, Jeongguk is panting so hard as if he’s just completed a marathon, and he begins to thrust his hips a little, chasing after the warmth of your mouth.

With two hands on his hips, you push back and withdraw for a quick breath before sinking your mouth all the way down on him, until your nose is buried in the v of his abs. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you instinctively swallow around his length. The noise Jeongguk makes above you causes a rush of wetness to soak your panties.

“Fuck your mouth is so fucking hot princess, who taught you to deepthroat like that?” The ache in your throat and the tingling pain from your scalp is nothing compared to the praise Jeongguk showers you with. The sight of you on your knees for him, mouth wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock draws him to the edge a little too quickly, and just as you’re about to swallow around his length again, he yanks you off his cock with a lewd pop.

“As much as I enjoyed that, I’d much rather cum inside you.” His filthy words are like an aphrodisiac, and the buzz in your veins is enough to leave you lightheaded as he pushes you back on the bed, kicking his underwear and jeans off in the process. His fingers dance over the hem of your panties, but his eyes are drawn to the dark spot of your arousal. He tugs the emerald garment over your hips and you automatically spread your legs for him, too far gone for any semblance of modesty now.

“Jeongguk please,” you gasp out, desperate for some friction against your heated core, arching your hips up towards him.

“Patience, princess. Time for me to return the favour.” With that, he presses a well-aimed lick that sends electricity surging through every inch of your body, and you buck up into his tongue with a wail. He concentrates his efforts on your sensitive bud, and the stimulation of his rough tongue flat against your clit leaves you boneless. With two fingers of one hand, he spreads your lips apart, drawing tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue and burying another two fingers into your wet heat. You clench involuntarily against the intrusion of his fingers, and he moans against your clit, the vibrations causing you to buck your hips up for more.

The talented strumming of his fingers inside you paired with his relentless attack on your clit hurtles you towards the edge at a breakneck pace. Your incoherent moans fill the air as you beg him not to stop, and he smirks against your core, twisting his fingers to brush against your sweet spot. Your broken wail only encourages him to suck on your clit harder, and a few strokes of his fingers against that spot is all it takes for the bubble of tension in your abdomen to burst, and your toes are curling in bliss.

Jeongguk thrusts his fingers to help you ride out your high, and when the pleasure ebbs into a distant hum, he withdraws his fingers to suck them clean of your arousal. You watch him with a heated gaze as he licks every inch of his fingers, until your eyes drop to his still hard cock, and your mouth waters at the thought of feeling his entire length inside you.

“Jeongguk, I want to feel you inside me. Now.” Your raspy voice catches his attention at once, and the feral gleam in his eyes sends chills down your spine; he looks ravenous enough to devour you whole.

He crawls over to cover your body with his, and you can feel the heat of his steely length against your inner thigh. Jeongguk is peppering kisses from your belly all the way up your torso, and growls when he’s restricted access to your breasts by your bra.

“Why are you still wearing this?” With a hand looped around your waist, he lifts you up and undoes the hook of your bra with the other, and you’re wondering how he’s such an expert at taking bras off when he latches his mouth onto the peak of your nipple and you’re barred from any more coherent thought. The blazing heat in your stomach is reignited and you whine when he switches his attention to the other neglected bud, wondering how he’s so collected even after spending close to an hour in arousal.

He knows exactly what you want, but the damn jerk reaches down to fondle your clit instead. “What do you want baby? Use your words, I want to hear you beg.”

You’re too far gone to put up a fight with him now, and your breaths are coming out in harsh pants. “I want you Jeongguk.”

“Want me where princess? You’ll have to be more specific.” His fingers leave your clit and instead you feel the head of his cock as he rubs it along your slit teasingly; so near yet so far. 

You growl in frustration, dignity be damned. “Please fuck me, I need to feel your cock so deep inside me-”

His sharp thrust buries him to the hilt inside you and knocks the breath out of you. The walls of your pussy are clenching around him so tightly that he stills above you, and a litany of curses spill into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet, I won’t last long baby.” Jeongguk straightens up and grabs your ankles, placing them on his shoulders so that he slides in that much deeper. The thickness of his length stretches you out so perfectly at this angle, and filled to the brim with his cock, you can’t help but clench around him, trying to draw him in deeper. His thumb brushes your cheek in a particularly tender gesture as he pistons his hips slowly.

“You okay, ___?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jeongguk harder, I need to cum so badly.”

With his hands positioned at the backs of your thighs to keep you in place, Jeongguk snaps his hips, fucking into you so deep that the mix of pleasure and pain threatens to overwhelm. With each thrust, he pounds your pussy so hard that you can’t help but half sob, half moan his name as you hold on to his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself. You can already feel bruises of indigo and violet starting to form on the backs of your thighs from his steel grip, but the feeling of his cock so deep triumphs all other sensation.

Thanks to his talented tongue earlier, your second orgasm approaches quickly, and you can feel him throbbing inside you as he races towards his, the force of his thrusts making you dizzy. Jeongguk’s fluid hips manage just a few more hard thrusts before the fluttering walls of your cunt prove to be too much and he spills ropes of white hot cum inside you, flooding you with his seed.

The feeling of him cumming inside you, the hot splash of cum that feels like fire in your pussy sends you over the edge as well, and you join him as bliss takes over all of your senses and he collapses against you, boneless.

You’re just barely regaining control of your breathing when an impatient knock sounds at the door. It escalates into a pounding, but neither you nor Jeongguk have the energy to answer it right now. He rolls off you with a groan, causing him to slip out of you and you miss the feeling of being so full. He pulls you into his arms, tossing the covers over the both of you. You relish the feeling of his cum dribbling down your inner thigh, concrete evidence of just how good in bed Jeon Jeongguk is.

But the insistent pounding is getting on your nerves. “Who the hell could that be? It better not be fucking Namjoon or else I’m gonna murder him.”

Jeongguk only chuckles and buries his nose into your hair, and all your irritation evaporates at once. “Just ignore it baby, they’ll know what to do.”

You’re just about to snuggle down into the safety of his arms when you hear the front door fling open, and less than a second later; the privacy of your bedroom is invaded by a group of men dressed in black. 

You sit up immediately, arms crossed to ensure that the sheet covers you properly. “What the fuck? Namjoon? And T-Taehyung? Kim Taehyung? And Park Jimin?”

You recognize your former patient behind Namjoon, and next to him Jeongguk’s fellow defective Park Jimin, but the mint haired boy, tall blonde, and another brunette are total strangers to you. Beside you, Jeongguk only lets out a sleepy little yawn, not panicked in the least. He scrunches his nose at the intruders and buries his face into your soft belly.

“Guys give us a break, we just got married. Can you come back later or something?”

“Fuck you Jeongguk. Do you think this is a game?” The mint haired boy certainly doesn’t seem very intimidating at first glance, with his small and slender figure, but the tone of his voice tells you that you don’t want to end up on his wrong side, ever. He seems ready to reach across the bed and yank Jeongguk from your side, but Namjoon stills him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, what the fuck is going on here? Namjoon, do you know these people? Are they from your department?”

Namjoon turns to you with a strange look in his eyes, one that you’ve never seen from him before. It takes you a second to realize that it’s the same look you get from all your patients.

“This is Bangtan, and we are the rebellion.”

A/N: AAAND WE’RE DONE!!! *throws confetti into the air* This took me ages to write but it’s finally done! My inspiration for this AU came from Charles Dickens’s Hard Times (props if you can spot the quoted lines) and also the movie Equals that just got released! I realised the plot is pretty complicated but I hope it makes sense. Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3

Also, since i don’t have a master list yet, check out my other story Premonition here!!! 

Full and satisfied!