Shadows Of Doubt Pt. 2

Shadows of doubt pt. 2

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.4K

A/n: Sorry for the long wait but the second part is finally here! It’s exam season at my uni right now so i didn’t have much time to write:// Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it (and even if you didn’t enjoy it! It helps me learn:))

Shadows of doubt pt. 1, Unmasked lies (set after events of Shadows of doubt pt. 2)

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Sparkly sunlight danced across your office mingling on a fresh bouquet of tulips adorning your desk.

Life just couldn’t get any better. You currently felt on top of the world with your marriage finally mending itself day by day due to an emotional connection between your husband and you.

Not only was your marriage on the highest cloud but your company has taken off as well. New customers signing contracts and investing huge amounts of money into your delicate visions.

Today’s contract with the Min’s has set a milestone in your company’s record worth celebrating.

An idea of a big party to welcome your new clients as well as celebrate your hard work popped into your mind and the first person you wanted to share it with was your loving husband.

With a joyful smile on your face, you picked up your phone and dialled Seokjin's number.

As the phone rang, anticipation built up inside you. Each ring seemed to stretch on for an eternity until finally he answered, or so you thought…

“Seokjin you won’t believe what happened today!” your voice was filled with excitement.

“Oh, Y/n, Seokjin is busy right now, is there anything you’d like me too pass on to him” a velvet soprano of none other but Seokjin’s assistant Yuri made the corners of your lips fall.

“I see…… well could you let him know that my company is having a celebration this evening? It will be held at the grand palaces of Yang‘s” the previous excitement had fizzled out of your tone.

"I'll inform him, Y/n, but he is very busy today" Yuri's voice was distant as she replied, with an undertone of mockery, which made your stomach twist with a strange emotion.

How could you even begin to describe the woman named Yuri. She was one of the richest heiresses’ in Korea, but had chosen a job of an assistant secretary to Kim Seokjin before you had the chance to know him as your arranged husband.

She was undoubtedly gorgeous with a slim figure, long black hair that contrasted her porcelain like white skin and big beautiful eyes. All of the aunties praised her for her good looks, even if her manners didn’t shine as bright as her outside.

You had never cared for her until the marriage. You had known of Yuri’s and Seokjin’s alleged romance, there was a rumour saying that Yuri and Seokjin were sleeping together and even planned to marry which most believed to be true. Although such rumours were spread a few years before your marriage it didn’t stop everyone from mentioning it to you after the wedding.

For the first half of the marriage you had believed that Seokjin and Yuri were still in a secret relationship seeing as the two of you never engaged in a conversation, let alone anything physical. But now you were completely content with your marriage and trusted your husband more than anyone else.

You also wanted to trust Yuri, feeling as you could have misunderstood the woman you had never met, but you could not let yourself. There was something about her tone that you disliked as she spoke to you and most importantly she never called you in a polite manner always using your name, which at first surprised you until you remembered the kind of attitude she carried.

You sat back in your chair letting your face relax and get rid of the tension. You had a party to get ready for and you wanted to look perfect as a pink diamond for your husband.

As the evening arrived and the party commenced, your excitement began to wane. Seokjin was nowhere to be seen, and your worry only grew with each passing minute. You glanced at your phone, hoping for a missed call or a message from him, but it remained silent, only your unread messages and unanswered calls covering the screen.

You nervously pulled your lip between your teeth which made Namjoon pull on your arm slightly.

“Stop that before you bite it open” Namjoon was painfully aware of your anxious behaviour, low voice expressing care. “What’s on your mind?”

“Sorry it’s just… Seokjin is not here. And he’s not picking up my calls or answering my messages… I'm starting to get really worried. What if something happened to him?”

"Y/n, I'm sure he's only running late and there is nothing to worry about." Namjoon's eyes narrowed with concern as he observed your growing distress.

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that everything was fine, but deep down, anxiety continued to gnaw at you. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

As the hours passed, the celebration went on without Seokjin's presence. Your heart sank, and you excused yourself from the crowd, retreating into a quiet corner of the venue.

Feeling the weight of the situation, you pulled out your phone once again, desperately hoping for a response from Seokjin. But as you scrolled through her messages and call logs, disappointment and worry etched across your face.

“Either he is ignoring me on purpose or he is over working himself again” a sad sign left your lips.

You went back into the venue and quickly found Namjoon among the crowd.

“Joonie I’m going to go look for Seokjin will you manage to wrap up the party alone?”

“Of course boss, no problem. Oh and be careful I think it’s raining!” Namjoon set you off with one of his dazzling smiled and a cute wave which you returned quickly leaving the party.

You made your way to Seokjin’s offices without a hitch. When you spotted his car in the garage anger flowed through you and you were ready to scold him the second you saw him for working so hard.

At this point you didn’t even care that he missed your party and was ignoring you for the whole day, you cared about his health that was thinning every day more and more.

When you exited the lift at his floor you could barely make out the way to his door as the lights were out everywhere.

But there was a faint glow coming from Seokjin’s office.

Peering into Seokjin's office, you saw him sitting at a table in candle light, engrossed in conversation with his Yuri. They were having dinner together and his hand was covering hers on the table while the other rubbed her shoulder that was engulfed by the jacket you had designed for him not even a week ago.

The scene shattered your heart into a million pieces. The pain of betrayal overwhelmed you, leaving you breathless. All his sweet words and reassurances that you had believed erased themselves from your brain, leaving you with anything but distrust in the man.  

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned away, you could no longer look at the way his eyes looked into hers softly.

Wordlessly you straightened up and walked back to your car, feeling a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and betrayal.

With each step the gold band around your finger became heavier and solidified the determination within you.

You knew what you had to do.

Returning home, you quickly packed your belongings, each item a painful reminder of the shattered love you were growing for so long. Tears were streaming down your face as you made the decision to leave this home, to distance yourself from the pain that now consumed you whole.

In the midst of your heart-wrenching pain, you sought a safe place in the comforting presence of your dear friend Namjoon. Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto his shoulder, finding a safe haven in his embrace.

Namjoon, understanding the depth of your sorrow, held you tightly, his voice soothing and gentle.

"Y/n, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you, always. Let it all out."

Through your sobs, you managed to speak, your voice choked with anguish as Namjoon led you inside his apartment.

"Namjoon, I can't believe this is happening. How could he betray me like this?" you cried out, feeling your heart physically breaking you gnawed at your chest with your hands.

Namjoon's soothing voice washed over you as he gently held your hands from hurting yourself further.

"I know, Y/n, you don’t deserve this."

Your cries grew louder, the pain piercing through every fibre of your being. Namjoon's caring gaze met yours as he stood from the couch to retreat a bottle of calming pills from his room.

“Here take these, they’ll help you calm down” he handed you two pills and a glass of water but you were shaking so much you couldn’t hold the glass in your hands. Before it could slip out of your grip Namjoon caught it carefully in his hands and helped you drink from it like you were a toddler.

As the medication began to take effect, a sense of calm washed over you. Your cries subsided, and the weight on your chest lessened. Namjoon stayed by your side, ensuring you were comfortable and safe.

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Seokjin stepped through the front door of his home, exhaustion etched on his face. The maid, startled by his sudden arrival, approached him with a concerned expression.

"Mr. Kim, where did Mrs. Kim go? She left a few hours ago with her bags" the maid informed him, her voice laced with worry.

Seokjin's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you talking about?  Y/n left? Did she say anything?"

The maid shook her head.

"I'm afraid not, sir. She seemed distraught, and she didn't respond when I asked her where she was going. She just left without a word."

Panic coursed through Seokjin's veins as he quickly pulled out his phone, dialling your number and sending frantic text messages. But there was no response, only an eerie silence that hung in the air.

His voice trembled with a mix of confusion and desperation as he muttered to himself, "Why would she leave without saying anything? What happened? Y/n, please answer me…"

With each passing moment, Seokjin's worry grew, and a heavy weight settled in his chest. The thought of you leaving, consumed his mind. He could no longer fathom the idea of a life without you, and the mere possibility sent him into a state of despair.

He continued to call and text, pleading for a response, hoping against hope that you would answer and provide some explanation. But the silence persisted, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.

"I need to find her," Seokjin murmured to himself pulling at his hair out of frustration, his voice filled with determination. "I can't let her slip away like this without an explanation."

With a resolute expression, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house, determined to track you down, to confront you for leaving without saying anything to him.

That’s how Seokjin found himself standing in front of Namjoon's apartment in the pouring rain, his body shivering from the cold and his heart heavy with pain.

He quickly knocked on the door praying to all the gods that you’re inside.

And his prayers are answered when you open the door. A small smile appears on his face but not for long as you reach for the door closing it again.

Seokjin reacts quickly reaching his hand out and stopping the door from closing.

"Y/n, please, let’s talk" he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

"Seokjin, I don't want to talk to you" you said, your voice laced with pain.

Confusion washed over him.

"What? Why? Why did you leave?" He struggled to catch his breath, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"Just go, Seokjin. We can talk tomorrow at the attorney's office" you replied, your voice trembling, eyes casted to the ground.

His heart sank at the mention of the attorney's office.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'll end your misery and divorce you, so you and Yuri can be happy together" you said, your words filled with a mix of hurt and anger.

Seokjin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? No, no, no. What are you saying? What does Yuri have to do with this?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, your voice trembling with pain.

"Seokjin, I saw you. The both of you. Tonight. I was at your office."

"You were at my office?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes, I was looking for you like a fool because I got worried for my husband when you didn't come to my party, only to find you two basically on top of each other in an empty office, having dinner in the candle light" you explained, your voice breaking as your eyes once again welled with tears.

"Party? Y/n, what party? What are you talking about?" Seokjin asked, his voice filled with confusion.

"I called Yuri today, and she was supposed to tell you about it" you said, your voice filled with disappointment, still believing he purposefully missed your event.

"Oh..." Seokjin's voice trailed off as he began to understand the situation. Why Yuri was so adamant about finishing a new deal today, why she asked him for advice on her relationship and why she burrowed his phone earlier in the day.

"Seokjin, I don't care anymore, okay?" you said, your voice filled with resignation.

"Y/n, please! I had no idea about the party" Seokjin pleaded, desperation evident in his voice.

"Stop lying to me. I called Yuri, and she was-" you said, your voice quivering with emotion.

“Well she didn’t! She lied to me too!” Seokjin finally yelled out, unable to control his emotions.

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to his words, knowing that this situation was definitely ruined by Yuri and not Seokjin.

"But it still doesn't explain the two of you having dinner together."

A scene of the two popped into your mind again, still as fresh, still as painful.

Seokjin took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Yuri said that she got dumped by her fiancé, and she needed a shoulder to cry on… Y/n, I would never as much as look at another woman with such intentions. You are my wife, and you are the only one. There was never another option. It was always you. Ever since my father said your name, ever since I saw you, it was you and you only. If divorcing me will make you happier you can do it but just know that you are my first and only wife and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy even if it means cutting my heart into pieces and letting you go I’ll do it, but not without putting up a fight. I’m not going to let you go easily without having shown you how much i can love, without being the husband i have dreamed of being for you since day one, without giving you all the things and all the love you deserve."

His words pierced through your pain, and for a moment, you saw the raw vulnerability in his eyes.

Your eyes cleared, and all you saw was a young boy in front of you who had been suffering just as much as you had, drenched in rain and shaking from the cold, his lips turning blue, eyes teary and earnest.

“Y/n I only love you. I love you.” His eyebrows knitted together, tears mixing with rain droplets on his cheeks as the silence coming from your side made his heart ache with every beat it took.

“Come in you must be freezing” your voice was gentle and warm, unlike before, which let Seokjin relax as your hand circled his arm.

Namjoon appeared in the doorway, his expression angry and protective, hands set in front of his chest. Even you had to agree he looked scary and turned your gaze at Seokjin who was looking down barely lifting his eyes at the larger man.

"I'm sorry to intrude" Seokjin murmured, feeling small in front of the tall and furious Namjoon.

“Joonie please give him some dry clothes while I make tea” you eyed Namjoon reaching out to touch his arm and bring his death glare away from your husband.

He finally looks at you and nods his head letting out a sign.

You went to make the tea, leaving the two men alone. Namjoon tossed Seokjin some dry clothes, his voice filled with a mix of sternness and concern.

"I know that you love her. But no matter how many flowers and gifts you send her or how many times you say it to her, it won't fix what you've broken today. She might not hate you anymore, but the damage is done. And this kind of damage you can’t fix with an expensive pair of earrings or a shiny car.”

Seokjin's eyes met Namjoon's, and he nodded solemnly.

"I understand.”

“Show up for her. Emotionally. Gift her flowers from my own hands, take her out, hold her hand. Be present with her if you really want to make a change."

Seokjin nodded, his gaze intense.

“I will. I can’t afford to lose the only person that matters to me.” His eyes looked down at the wedding band adorning his finger.

"Good. Fight for her, Seokjin. Show her the love and commitment she deserves and it’ll be smooth sailing from then on." Namjoon’s hand connected with Seokjin’s shoulder and he lost balance from the impact for a second but Namjoon only smirked at the older man.

As you returned with the tea, the room was filled with a comfortable silence that let you take a deep breath finally feeling content after the hectic day.

“Here have some” you handed Seokjin the cup and passed another to Namjoon, silently thanking him for being nice with Seokjin.

You sat beside Seokjin on the couch ad brushed your hand through his still damp hair.

You looked at each other eyes filled with love and care, today’s shadows dissipating from your hearts as you finally opened yourselves to one another.

Seokjin cuddled up to you and quickly succumbed to sleep. Before your mind could escape to the dream world you felt a blanket being placed on top of you two and opened your eyes to see the man without who you wouldn’t have been able to really know your husband.

“Thank you” you smiled softly at your friend and he returned your smile, happy to finally see you fulfilled, cheeks rosy and your husband nestled perfectly into your chest clutching you close like a small child would.

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Seokjin's warm presence next to you filled you with a sense of comfort and contentment. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the room, adding a touch of magic to the dark atmosphere.

His eyes glistened with emotion, and you can't help but be captivated by his gaze.

“Everything okay?” your eyes meet his in the unlit room, only moonlight illuminating his delicate features.

“Everything’s perfect. I love you Y/n” he smiles staring deeply into your eyes.

Your palm finds his cheek and caresses it softly and without wasting another second you lean in and place a sweet kiss on his plump lips.

“I love you too Seokjin” you look into his eyes seeing tears of joy appearing in them reflecting the depth of his emotions. His smile widens, radiating happiness and love.

“But I love you more”

As he leans in to kiss you again, the air fills with a sense of playfulness. His sweet gesture makes you giggle, an expression of pure delight escaping your lips. In this moment, the world fades away, and all that matters is the love shared between the two of you.

You continue to embrace each other, cherishing the love that binds you together. In the quiet darkness of the room, your hearts beat as one, and the promise of beautiful days ahead fills the air.

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AHHHH I’m literally sitting at my uni rn bawling at this beautiful comment😭😭😭 It’s so lovely to see someone enjoying a product of your own mind!🥺THANK YOU FOR READING IT AND LEAVING SUCH A TOUCHING COMMENT YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL! I hope you’ll enjoy what’s to come!!!☺️☺️

Whispers of the Heart

Pairing : Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x friend!reader, Hoseok x friend!Yoongi

Genre: arranged marriage, enemies to lovers (in a way), angst:((

Word count: ~2,3K

A/n: Can be read as genderless reader if you ignore the ‘she’ in Hoseok’s dialogue! I’m literally so excited to be writing again!!!

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The grand ballroom shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a magical ambiance over the gala. It was an evening of elegance and sophistication, where the high society mingled and revelled in their opulence. Yoongi, a man of few words, stood at the entrance in his impeccably tailored suit, his gaze scanning the room with detached interest.

Beside him, you fidgeted with the folds of your gown, feeling out of place in the lavish setting. You and Yoongi were bound together in an arranged marriage, a union dictated by both of your families' status and wealth. Despite sharing the same roof for several months, your interactions had been minimal, restricted to formalities and superficial exchanges.

Tonight, however, you harbored a flicker of hope that perhaps this gala would serve as an opportunity for you two to connect on a deeper level. You had spent hours getting ready, meticulously selecting a dress that accentuated your features and enhanced your confidence as well as was in style and colour that Yoongi favoured.

As the night unfolded, you found yourself standing alone amidst the sea of conversation and laughter. Yoongi, seemingly indifferent, floated through the crowd, his attention fixated elsewhere. You watched him from afar, your heart sinking with each passing moment.

Determined to break the stifling silence, you caught sight of your and firstly Yoongi‘s friend Hoseok across the room. You approached him, a smile gracing your lips, and engaged in lively conversation. Hoseok's presence brought you comfort, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to forget the responsibilities and expectations that came with your role as Yoongi's wife.

The evening wore on, and the strains of music filled the air, tempting couples to sway in synchronized harmony on the dance floor. You felt a spark of sadness ignite within you. Glancing towards Yoongi, who remained detached and engrossed in his own thoughts, you wished he’d make a decision to ask you for a dance. But you yourself knew that such thing could only be in your imagination.

“Care to join me for a dance?” Hoseok stood before you know with his hand extended, waiting for your answer.

“I would love to,” Few stray tears mingled in your eyes as you lifted them to Hoseok’s and Hoseok knew that even if Yoongi has been his friend since diapers, he is behaving in an exceedingly unjust manner towards you that Hoseok will never approve of. At this point Hoseok told himself that he’d rather have Yoongi hate him with a passion than have you sitting alone at a gala silently crying to yourself.

With Hoseok as your dance partner, you joined the rhythmic movements of the crowd, gracefully twirling and laughing, enjoying a stolen moment of freedom. You revelled in the attention you received, your laughter along with Hoseok’s ringing through the room like delicate chimes.

As the night drew to a close, Yoongi's expression turned sour. The irritation etched on his face sent a wave of unease through you. Ignoring your existence, he remained distant during the drive home, the silence between you two suffocating in the small vehicle.

Finally reaching your shared home, Yoongi unleashed his pent-up frustration, his voice laced with resentment.

"You could have at least pretended to be a married woman," he snapped, his eyes filled with accusation. "Instead, you acted like a single one."

Your defences rose, voice tinged with anger.

"Well, it wouldn't kill you either, to at least look in the direction of your wife," you barked back, emotions raw and unfiltered. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

"I would if you acted like a wife," Yoongi bit back, his tone sharp and biting. The words hung heavily in the air, causing your heart to shatter into a million fragments. The pain you had suppressed for so long surged forward, overwhelming you.

Without uttering another word, you retreated to your room, seeking solace in the confines of solitude. The weight of your broken connection consumed you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you wrestled with the ache in your heart.

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A week had passed since the gala, but the tension between Yoongi and you still lingered in the air.

Invitations to a business party arrived, presenting you two with another opportunity to bridge the widening gap between each other. As you two entered the venue, adorned in the finest attire, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation.

But this time, your intentions were clear. Instantly, you left Yoongi's side, eager to escape the suffocating silence that had become the norm between the two of you.

As you sat at a bar your eyes locked onto the charismatic Jeon Jungkook, a young bachelor who exuded confidence and charm. He approached you with a magnetic smile, sweeping you away with his enthusiasm and attentiveness.

Jungkook treated you like a queen the whole night, showering you with compliments, buying you drinks, and inviting you to dance. Your connection was instant, his eyes never leaving yours as he twirled you around the dance floor. You found yourself enthralled by his company, a newfound confidence blooming within you.

But no matter how delightful it was to be someone's center of attention, deep down, you couldn't help but long for Yoongi's presence in Jungkook's place.

Jungkook was undoubtedly a wonderful man, but he couldn't compare to the unique man that was your Yoongi. Despite the allure and charm Jungkook possessed, you remained steadfast in your commitment as a wife, regardless of whether Yoongi appreciated it or not.

Your loyalty and devotion to your husband were unwavering and you would never as much as entertain the thought of straying, no matter the allure of what another man might offer.

Meanwhile, Hoseok, ever observant, approached Yoongi early in the night. He pointed discreetly at Jungkook, who had captured your attention, his eyes full of admiration and desire attached to your every move. Hoseok's words pierced through the fog of Yoongi's apathy, awakening him to the reality that he might lose you if he continued down this path of ignorance.

"You stay here right now," Hoseok spoke through his teeth, his voice laced with urgency "and if she's smart, she'll leave you before the clock strikes midnight."

Yoongi's eyes followed Hoseok's gaze, watching as Jungkook and you moved in perfect harmony on the dance floor. A surge of jealousy gripped him, igniting a newfound determination within his heart. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, especially when all he truly desired was to shower you with love and devotion.

In that moment, something shifted within Yoongi. His icy exterior cracked, revealing a flicker of vulnerability. He strode purposefully toward you, his presence commanding attention. As he reached your side, he interjected, his voice firm and possessive.

"Excuse me, but my wife and I have some unfinished business," Yoongi declared, his words laced with a mixture of possessiveness and determination. He locked eyes with you, a silent plea hidden within his gaze.

Jungkook, sensing the shift in dynamics, reluctantly released you from his embrace. Yoongi wasted no time, enveloping you in his arms, showcasing to everyone in the room that you belonged to him. As you two danced, the air crackled with unspoken emotions, an invisible bridge being rebuilt between you.

“How has your night been?” He spoke to you directly and all you heard was music in your ears, you had been deprived of his melodic voice for too long and now soaked it all in.

“It just got much better” you replied with calmness lacing your tone. Yoongi felt himself melt at the soft tone of your voice. He had been deprieved of it too long and now made himself a mental note to never go too long without hearing your voice.

Your heart skipped a beat as you met Yoongi's gaze, seeing a vulnerability you had never witnessed before. In that moment, the walls you had erected began to crumble, replaced by a glimmer of hope and possibility. Maybe, just maybe, the two of you could find your way back to each other.

As the night progressed, Yoongi's hold on you only grew tighter, his touch becoming more tender, his words laced with longing. When he was ushered by an investor to negotiate a deal he slipped his hand away from your waist and interlocked your fingers with your own giving your palm a little squeeze.

“Would you like to join us?” he asked his eyes boring into you. It felt as though he was truly seeing you for the first time, his eyes conveying a profound sense of significance. You only smiled at him and shook your head slightly

“No, thank you, I could use a refreshment” you answered him, patting his arm and releasing your hand from his before walking in the direction of the bar.

The corners of Yoongi's mouth curled into a small, genuine smile at your almost imperceptible gesture. It was a simple touch of your hand, but it held a profound impact on him, sending a shiver down his spine. In that moment, he felt a surge of warmth and gratitude, realizing just how fortunate he was to have you as his wife.

As Yoongi turned to walk away with the man, his eyes met Hoseok's across the room. Hoseok, ever so perceptive and supportive, lifted his flute of champagne in a silent toast and playfully winked at Yoongi. The unspoken message was clear: You have something special, don't let it slip away.

Yoongi's heart swelled with appreciation for his dear friend, recognizing the invaluable role Hoseok played in his life. In that instance, he silently offered a heartfelt thanks to the benevolent forces that had blessed him with such an incredible friend, one who was there to uplift and guide him through the trials and triumphs of life.

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Months have passed since that pivotal night at the business party, and Yoongi and you have grown closer with each passing day.

Your once distant relationship had transformed into a blossoming connection, nurtured by shared meals, heartfelt conversations, and a renewed effort to bridge the gaps between each other. The walls you two had set up were gradually crumbling, replaced by a genuine desire to understand and cherish one another.

One particular day, as the sun began its descent towards the horizon, Yoongi picked you up from work. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he drove you to a wonderful restaurant with a breath-taking view of the sea. The atmosphere was filled with romance, the soft whispers of the waves harmonizing with your conversations.

After a delightful dinner filled with laughter and stolen glances, Yoongi took your hand, leading you towards the beach. The sand squished beneath your feet as you strolled along the shore, the vibrant colors of the setting sun casting a warm glow upon both of your faces.

Finding a secluded spot, Yoongi carefully laid his jacket down, creating a makeshift cushion for you two to sit upon. You settled close to each other, eyes fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the ocean waves.

A moment of stillness enveloped the two of you, the beauty of the scene mirroring the peace you two had found in each other's presence. Yoongi took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and overwhelming love. With trembling hands, he shuffled away from you, a perplexed expression crossing your face.

Kneeling before you, Yoongi's gaze locked with yours, his eyes shining with a tender vulnerability. In his hand, he held a small velvet box, a symbol of his intentions. A hushed silence fell over you as he began to speak, his words flowing with sincerity and adoration.

"Y/N, you have given me more than I could ever ask for," Yoongi started, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "Through your presence, your patience, and your unwavering belief in us, you have shown me the true meaning of love, commitment and marriage."

Your eyes widened, heart quickening as you realized the significance of the moment unfolding before you.

"I can't imagine my life without you," Yoongi continued, his voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "You've brought light into my darkest moments, and I want to spend the rest of my life cherishing and loving you. Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Silly, we're already married if you have forgotten," you giggled, a twinkle in your eyes as you playfully teased Yoongi. "We've been married for almost half a year now."

A smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips, a mix of embarrassment and adoration coloring his expression. He realized his slip-up but couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for your light-hearted response.

"I know, I know," Yoongi chuckled, his voice filled with warmth. "But I didn't get to propose the last time... I also messed up a lot in the past, so from this moment on, I'm determined to turn those wrongs into rights, and proposing to you is the first step."

Before he could delve deeper into his words, you could see a tinge of embarrassment and acted swiftly. With a gentle touch, you hooked your finger under his chin, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze.

The tenderness in your eyes and the unwavering support you conveyed through that simple gesture melted away any lingering embarrassment Yoongi may have felt.

Your heart, brimming with love and joy, overflowed as you whispered a soft "Yes" that resonated like the sweetest melody in Yoongi's ears. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes, a testament to the depth of your emotions.

With the weight of Yoongi's past mistakes lifted, and the promise of a future built on understanding, respect, and unwavering love, you embraced each other, locking your lips as if for the first time with the sunset casting a warm, golden glow upon your union.

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Shadows of doubt pt. 1

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.5K

A/n: I’m totally obsessed with arranged marriage trope rn 🫣🫣🫣 Comment if you want a part two!<3

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The day had started like any other, with you and Seokjin living separate lives under the same roof. It had been months since your arranged marriage, and while you both were busy with your respective companies, you had somehow managed to maintain a level of indifference towards each other. It didn’t bother you much, as you had grown accustomed to the routine and had your own priorities to attend to.

But today was different. 

Today, you were invited to a family lunch at one of the many upscale clubs, a customary gathering that required you and Seokjin to arrive together. However, as the appointed time neared, Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Your messages and calls went unanswered, leaving you increasingly frustrated and worried. The anticipation and anxiety grew as you tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.

The atmosphere at the family lunch was far from comforting. Seokjin’s brother’s wife, always one for gossip, took the opportunity to talk you down. She whispered rumors in your ear, insinuating that Seokjin was sleeping around and didn’t care for you. As much as you tried to brush off the malicious words, the absence of Seokjin and the unanswered calls only intensified your insecurity.

The lunch dragged on, with aunties constantly reminding you of your apparent inability to keep a man happy. Their comments stung, but you put on a brave face, determined not to let them see your vulnerability. Hours later, Seokjin finally arrived, his charming smile captivating everyone around him. Everyone. Except you.

Although having him near brought you comfort, as the presence of Seokjin acted as a shield against the blood-boiling gossip coming from the women around you. Their judgmental whispers and critical stares had been suffocating you for hours. But with Seokjin by your side, you felt a sense of reassurance and protection.

When it was time to bid farewell to the family, you and Seokjin walked out of the club together. As you made your way to the car, he finally spoke to you, breaking the silence that had persisted between you for months.

“I have to pick up my computer from the office, but I can call my driver for you if you wish to get home sooner,” he offered, his eyes briefly locking with yours.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.

“I’ll just ride with you if that’s alright,” you said, your voice timid, but determined. 

Seokjin lifted his head from his phone, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he gave you a dazzling smile. Opening the passenger’s side door, he extended his hand, inviting you to join him.

You sat in the car, completely still, as Seokjin walked around to the driver’s side. It was the first time you exchanged more than a simple greeting, and the tension in the air was palpable. As he pulled out onto the road, the weight on your shoulders became too much to bear. You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer.

“Never do this again,” you spoke, the words escaping your lips with a mix of frustration and concern. 

Seokjin sharply turned to you, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, but quickly refocused his attention on the road, remembering his duty as the driver. His eyes kept darting between the road and your still profile.

“What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?” his voice trembled with uncertainty. 

You hated that this was the first substantial conversation you were having with your husband, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. It wasn’t just about your feelings, it was about maintaining the appearance of a harmonious married couple, especially in high society.

“Never leave me like this, not knowing what’s happening or where you are. I am your wife, and while I understand this is a marriage of convenience, we have an image to uphold for our families and society,” you explained, your tone firm but not accusatory.

Seokjin’s face turned a deep shade of red, embarrassment washing over him without fully understanding why.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I was caught up with a client at the office, and I couldn’t leave earlier…” he trailed off, his voice filled with remorse.

Finally, you turned to face him, breaking your statue-like position.

“I understand that you’re busy, but finding the time to return even one of my texts or calls to let me know you’re occupied with a client would help me immensely. It’s not just about me, it’s about us,” you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing for a connection.

Seokjin nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on you as much as they could be while he drove.

“I’ll never do that again, Y/n. You have my word,” he assured you, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. You returned your gaze to the window, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day.

As the car pulled into the driveway, you quickly exited and made your way back to your rooms. The moment your bed came into view, you face-planted onto it, releasing all the frustrations you had held in during the car ride.

“Gosh, he must think I’m an idiot,” you mumbled into your pillow before sleep enveloped your exhausted mind.

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The hours leading up to the ball felt like an eternity, with your eyes constantly shifting between the clock on the wall and the horrendous look book of designs presented to you by a potential client.

The meeting didn’t go as planned, and the disappointment weighed heavily on your shoulders. Namjoon, ever the supportive colleague, escorted the client out, leaving you alone in the room.

“Is everything okay, boss?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes briefly to moisten them.

“Not really, Joon. I have a ball to attend this evening,” you grumbled, the prospect of the social event dampening your spirits even further. Namjoon chuckled softly, a gesture that earned him a glare from you.

“I can come with you if you need a plus one,” he suggested, a hint of care in his eyes. “Wouldn’t be the first time for me.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I have a plus one. I’m married to one, in case you forgot,” you said, raising your hand to show him the emerald and gold band adorning your finger. 

“It’s just… I don’t know how to act around him. We live together and are married, but we hardly speak to each other,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Namjoon stopped typing, fully turning his attention towards you.

“That doesn’t sound like a happy marriage,” he observed, concern etched on his face.

You sighed, your palms finding solace in tangling through your hair.

“I try, Namjoon. I really do. I’m always texting him about family gatherings and conventions we have to attend. But he rarely responds… Am I foolish for putting in the effort? I’m just trying to make this marriage work, but I often feel so alone in it,” you confessed, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you.

“Well, then maybe it’s time to stop caring if he doesn’t,” Namjoon suggested, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked at him, contemplating his words.

“I wish I could, but my mother would bite my head off if I dared to walk into the ball without him by my side,” you said with a sigh.

“Maybe, for once, you should do as you wish and not just what your mother expects.”

…

The evening arrived, and you attended the ball with Namjoon as your companion. Seokjin was already there, and his eyes caught sight of you and Namjoon walking in together. Your pale pink floor-length gown accentuated your beauty, but the sight of another man beside you twisted something inside Seokjin’s stomach.

Seokjin’s father also noticed your entrance and couldn’t help but ask.

“Who is that man next to Y/n? Why isn’t she arriving with you? Is something the matter between you two?”

“Everything is alright, Father. That’s only her assistant,” Seokjin replied, trying to mask the turmoil in his gaze.

His father scoffed, unimpressed by the explanation.

“One hell of an assistant, holding her like that,” he muttered, his suspicion piqued. Seokjin’s attention remained fixed on you and Namjoon, the rage building inside him.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Seokjin strode towards the two of you.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone,” he said, his gaze never leaving Namjoon.

“Please don’t make a scene, Seokjin,” you pleaded, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama.

His anger and jealousy shifted momentarily to hurt as he turned to face you.

“Namjoon and I are here on behalf of our company. We have people to talk to,” you said, your voice firm as you tugged Namjoon away with you.

Seokjin drowned his frustrations with a few shots of whiskey, but the word “our” suffocated him. You had never referred to anything belonging to both of you as “ours,” yet you said it so effortlessly with Namjoon.

…

The night was a flurry of activity as you and Namjoon engaged in conversations with various interested individuals in the business world. As influential figures and potential partners approached, you showcased your expertise and passion, discussing potential collaborations and exchanging ideas. Namjoon, being your trusted assistant, seamlessly assisted you, adding valuable insights and effortlessly charming those around him.

You felt a sense of pride watching Namjoon interact with confidence and grace, his knowledge shining through in every conversation. His presence by your side not only alleviated some of the pressure but also brought a level of comfort that you hadn’t anticipated. It was in these moments that you appreciated the support and camaraderie you shared, even if it was purely professional.

While your interactions with Namjoon were seamless, you couldn’t help but notice the absence of Seokjin. As the evening progressed, his absence became more pronounced, amplifying the void between you and your husband. It was a stark reminder of the lack of communication and emotional connection that plagued your marriage.

Namjoon, ever perceptive, noticed the wistful longing in your eyes as you gazed at the dancing couples. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, his tone gentle yet urging. He wanted you to confront your feelings, to acknowledge the void that had been growing within you.

You took a deep breath, appreciating Namjoon’s willingness to listen.

“I miss love… I miss Seokjin…” you admitted softly, the words carrying the weight of your unspoken desires.

A knowing smile tugged at Namjoon’s lips as he reassured you.

“I’ve noticed Seokjin does too, Y/N. He’s been watching you the entire night, even when you weren’t aware of it.”

Surprise flickered across your face. You hadn’t realized that Seokjin had been observing you, his gaze fixated on you amidst the crowd. It was a revelation that sparked a mix of hope and apprehension within you.

Namjoon’s voice was filled with encouragement as he spoke.

“Y/N, he is your husband, and I believe he likes you more than you realize. I’m sure if you approach him and express your desire to dance, he won’t pass up the opportunity, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and a genuine smile graced your lips.

“Have I ever told you what a great friend you are, Joonie?”

Namjoon chuckled softly.

“Actions speak louder than words ever could. Now go, Y/N. Take a chance and talk to Seokjin. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

Though fear and uncertainty lingered in your heart, Namjoon’s unwavering support provided the push you needed. With newfound determination, you straightened your posture and mustered the courage to approach Seokjin, who was engaged in conversation with the new investors.

As you weaved through the crowd, anticipation coursed through your veins. You hoped that Namjoon’s observations were accurate, that Seokjin had been longing for a connection just as much as you had. The thought emboldened you, dispelling the doubts that threatened to hold you back.

Seokjin turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as you finally stood before him. A mix of surprise and warmth washed over his features, and you saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze. Without a word, you extended your hand, silently conveying your unspoken desire.

His eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took your hand in his.

Seokjin, understanding the significance of the moment, takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. His eyes trace the curves of your dress, the way it hugs your figure perfectly. He can’t help but smile, realizing that he hasn’t given you a proper compliment tonight.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t believe I didn’t say it sooner.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words, feeling warmth spread through your chest. His compliment feels genuine, and it sparks lightness in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a long time. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you find yourself opening up to the possibility of a renewed connection.

Seokjin takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, as he musters the courage to ask, “How is your night going, Y/N?”

You share with him the excitement of the new interest you and Namjoon are receiving from other socialites. The conversations, the connections—it’s all been invigorating, and you can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity.

Seokjin’s smile widens as he congratulates you. “That’s wonderful, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“No, Seokjin. It’s all Namjoon. He’s the main attraction tonight.”

Seokjin’s gaze intensifies as he stares at you intently.

“I’d dare to disagree,” he says, his voice filled with a newfound conviction. “You’ve always been the one who captivates everyone’s attention, including mine.”

The sincerity in his words takes you by surprise, and your heart skips a beat. It’s as if your heart is ready to open itself up with all of the vulnerability that has held you back for so long, now catalyzing the reaction.

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With the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk, their vibrant colors filling your office with a touch of beauty, Namjoon walks in and spots them. He smiles warmly and congratulates you on the surprise delivery. All you can do is smile back, your mind filled with Seokjin.

You’ve had many relationships filled with grand gestures and passionate love, but receiving flowers from your husband, even in the midst of your estranged relationship, feels like a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope.

As the workday comes to an end, you return home and notice Seokjin’s shoes by the door. It’s a rare sight these days, as your schedules often kept you apart. The thought of both of you being home simultaneously sparks a sense of anticipation within you.

A sense of unease washes over you when your cleaner pulls you aside with a concerned expression on her face. She shares with you that Seokjin had returned home earlier, appearing visibly upset and tired. She mentions that he seemed to be in a foul mood and advised you to be careful when approaching him.

A mix of worry and curiosity fills your mind as you thank the cleaner for her honesty. Deciding to seize the opportunity, you make two cups of tea, carefully selecting the blend that Seokjin has always favored. The comforting aroma fills the kitchen, reminding you of the first moments you shared in the past, when the two of you were still trying to appease each other.

Seokjin’s gaze lifts from the papers on his desk as he sees you standing at the doorway of his study. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adjusts his glasses, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he looks with them.

“Hi,” you greet him, your voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope. “I made you some tea.”

A hint of surprise flickers across Seokjin’s face before he sets aside his work and gestures for you to come in. “Well, do come in,” he says warmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You step into his study, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Taking a few steps closer, you carefully place the cup in his hands, cautioning him to be careful as you remind him that it’s hot.

Seokjin’s fingers curl around the warm cup and he places it on the table, and he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. “Thank you, Y/n. This is greatly appreciated.”

You look around for a place to sit untill you find yourself wrapped in Seokjin’s strong embrace, comfortably settled on his lap. The closeness between you ignites a flicker of familiarity and intimacy that you had been yearning for. As he relaxes against you, placing his head at the conjucture of your shoulder and neck, you feel a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

As you run your fingers through Seokjin’s hair, a sense of tenderness and understanding fills the air. You can feel the weight of his burdens slowly easing as he finds solace in your touch. The worries and stress of the outside world seem to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.

You continue to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. The rhythm of your movements becomes a silent lullaby, calming not only Seokjin but also bringing a sense of peace within yourself. The bond between you feels tangible, as if you’re reminding each other of the love that exists beneath the surface.

After a while, Seokjin lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” he whispers softly. “Having you here, reminding me that I’m not alone, it means more than words can express.”

A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against Seokjin’s forehead. 

“You’re never alone, Seokjin. I’m here for you, always.”

Seokjin’s arms tighten around you, embracing you with a renewed sense of warmth and affection.

“Seokjin, why don’t you go to bed? You’ve been working so hard, and you deserve some rest.” you gently suggest, feeling the weight of Seokjin’s exhaustion.

Seokjin looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. He nods, realizing that he needs a break from the demanding world outside. Slowly, you both rise from his lap, your hands still intertwined, and make your way towards his bedroom.

“Stay with me tonight” he pleads you looking at you like you are only star in a dark night sky, his eyes almost filling with tears. You nod silently and give his hand a squeeze.

You slip under the covers beside Seokjin, keeping a safe distance as to not cross a line.

“Is it okay if I come closer?” his voice wavers and all you feel is full-hearted respect coming from him. You wished that you didn’t need to tip toe around each other but the truth was that there was a long way to go, but both of you were willing to get there.

Before he could move closer you curled up against his side your presence bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to Seokjin, melting away the stress and worries that have been weighing him down. The world outside fades into insignificance as you create a cocoon of tranquility within the confines of his bedroom.

Seokjin’s tired eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and vulnerability. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. “You have no idea what having you here…my wife … means to me”

You smile tenderly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I know Seokjin.”

He places his hand gently on your cheek and softly kisses your forehead, lips soft as silk remind you of your wedding day and the first, and only, kiss you’ve shared.

As you both surrender to the embrace of sleep, the weight of the day dissipates, and a serene calm washes over you. Wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence, your minds drift into a realm of dreams and possibilities.

Shadows of doubt pt. 1

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.5K

A/n: I’m totally obsessed with arranged marriage trope rn 🫣🫣🫣 Comment if you want a part two!<3

Part two!

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The day had started like any other, with you and Seokjin living separate lives under the same roof. It had been months since your arranged marriage, and while you both were busy with your respective companies, you had somehow managed to maintain a level of indifference towards each other. It didn't bother you much, as you had grown accustomed to the routine and had your own priorities to attend to.

But today was different. 

Today, you were invited to a family lunch at one of the many upscale clubs, a customary gathering that required you and Seokjin to arrive together. However, as the appointed time neared, Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Your messages and calls went unanswered, leaving you increasingly frustrated and worried. The anticipation and anxiety grew as you tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.

The atmosphere at the family lunch was far from comforting. Seokjin's brother's wife, always one for gossip, took the opportunity to talk you down. She whispered rumors in your ear, insinuating that Seokjin was sleeping around and didn't care for you. As much as you tried to brush off the malicious words, the absence of Seokjin and the unanswered calls only intensified your insecurity.

The lunch dragged on, with aunties constantly reminding you of your apparent inability to keep a man happy. Their comments stung, but you put on a brave face, determined not to let them see your vulnerability. Hours later, Seokjin finally arrived, his charming smile captivating everyone around him. Everyone. Except you.

Although having him near brought you comfort, as the presence of Seokjin acted as a shield against the blood-boiling gossip coming from the women around you. Their judgmental whispers and critical stares had been suffocating you for hours. But with Seokjin by your side, you felt a sense of reassurance and protection.

When it was time to bid farewell to the family, you and Seokjin walked out of the club together. As you made your way to the car, he finally spoke to you, breaking the silence that had persisted between you for months.

"I have to pick up my computer from the office, but I can call my driver for you if you wish to get home sooner," he offered, his eyes briefly locking with yours.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.

"I'll just ride with you if that's alright," you said, your voice timid, but determined. 

Seokjin lifted his head from his phone, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he gave you a dazzling smile. Opening the passenger's side door, he extended his hand, inviting you to join him.

You sat in the car, completely still, as Seokjin walked around to the driver's side. It was the first time you exchanged more than a simple greeting, and the tension in the air was palpable. As he pulled out onto the road, the weight on your shoulders became too much to bear. You couldn't keep it to yourself any longer.

"Never do this again," you spoke, the words escaping your lips with a mix of frustration and concern. 

Seokjin sharply turned to you, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, but quickly refocused his attention on the road, remembering his duty as the driver. His eyes kept darting between the road and your still profile.

"What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?" his voice trembled with uncertainty. 

You hated that this was the first substantial conversation you were having with your husband, but you couldn't hold back any longer. It wasn't just about your feelings, it was about maintaining the appearance of a harmonious married couple, especially in high society.

"Never leave me like this, not knowing what's happening or where you are. I am your wife, and while I understand this is a marriage of convenience, we have an image to uphold for our families and society," you explained, your tone firm but not accusatory.

Seokjin's face turned a deep shade of red, embarrassment washing over him without fully understanding why.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I was caught up with a client at the office, and I couldn't leave earlier..." he trailed off, his voice filled with remorse.

Finally, you turned to face him, breaking your statue-like position.

"I understand that you're busy, but finding the time to return even one of my texts or calls to let me know you're occupied with a client would help me immensely. It's not just about me, it's about us," you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing for a connection.

Seokjin nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on you as much as they could be while he drove.

"I'll never do that again, Y/n. You have my word," he assured you, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. You returned your gaze to the window, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day.

As the car pulled into the driveway, you quickly exited and made your way back to your rooms. The moment your bed came into view, you face-planted onto it, releasing all the frustrations you had held in during the car ride.

"Gosh, he must think I'm an idiot," you mumbled into your pillow before sleep enveloped your exhausted mind.

...

The hours leading up to the ball felt like an eternity, with your eyes constantly shifting between the clock on the wall and the horrendous look book of designs presented to you by a potential client.

The meeting didn't go as planned, and the disappointment weighed heavily on your shoulders. Namjoon, ever the supportive colleague, escorted the client out, leaving you alone in the room.

"Is everything okay, boss?" Namjoon's deep voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes briefly to moisten them.

"Not really, Joon. I have a ball to attend this evening," you grumbled, the prospect of the social event dampening your spirits even further. Namjoon chuckled softly, a gesture that earned him a glare from you.

"I can come with you if you need a plus one," he suggested, a hint of care in his eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time for me."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I have a plus one. I'm married to one, in case you forgot," you said, raising your hand to show him the emerald and gold band adorning your finger. 

"It's just... I don't know how to act around him. We live together and are married, but we hardly speak to each other," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Namjoon stopped typing, fully turning his attention towards you.

"That doesn't sound like a happy marriage," he observed, concern etched on his face.

You sighed, your palms finding solace in tangling through your hair.

"I try, Namjoon. I really do. I'm always texting him about family gatherings and conventions we have to attend. But he rarely responds... Am I foolish for putting in the effort? I'm just trying to make this marriage work, but I often feel so alone in it," you confessed, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you.

"Well, then maybe it's time to stop caring if he doesn't," Namjoon suggested, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked at him, contemplating his words.

"I wish I could, but my mother would bite my head off if I dared to walk into the ball without him by my side," you said with a sigh.

"Maybe, for once, you should do as you wish and not just what your mother expects."

...

The evening arrived, and you attended the ball with Namjoon as your companion. Seokjin was already there, and his eyes caught sight of you and Namjoon walking in together. Your pale pink floor-length gown accentuated your beauty, but the sight of another man beside you twisted something inside Seokjin's stomach.

Seokjin's father also noticed your entrance and couldn't help but ask.

"Who is that man next to Y/n? Why isn't she arriving with you? Is something the matter between you two?"

"Everything is alright, Father. That's only her assistant," Seokjin replied, trying to mask the turmoil in his gaze.

His father scoffed, unimpressed by the explanation.

"One hell of an assistant, holding her like that," he muttered, his suspicion piqued. Seokjin's attention remained fixed on you and Namjoon, the rage building inside him.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Seokjin strode towards the two of you.

"Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone," he said, his gaze never leaving Namjoon.

"Please don't make a scene, Seokjin," you pleaded, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama.

His anger and jealousy shifted momentarily to hurt as he turned to face you.

"Namjoon and I are here on behalf of our company. We have people to talk to," you said, your voice firm as you tugged Namjoon away with you.

Seokjin drowned his frustrations with a few shots of whiskey, but the word "our" suffocated him. You had never referred to anything belonging to both of you as "ours," yet you said it so effortlessly with Namjoon.

...

The night was a flurry of activity as you and Namjoon engaged in conversations with various interested individuals in the business world. As influential figures and potential partners approached, you showcased your expertise and passion, discussing potential collaborations and exchanging ideas. Namjoon, being your trusted assistant, seamlessly assisted you, adding valuable insights and effortlessly charming those around him.

You felt a sense of pride watching Namjoon interact with confidence and grace, his knowledge shining through in every conversation. His presence by your side not only alleviated some of the pressure but also brought a level of comfort that you hadn't anticipated. It was in these moments that you appreciated the support and camaraderie you shared, even if it was purely professional.

While your interactions with Namjoon were seamless, you couldn't help but notice the absence of Seokjin. As the evening progressed, his absence became more pronounced, amplifying the void between you and your husband. It was a stark reminder of the lack of communication and emotional connection that plagued your marriage.

Namjoon, ever perceptive, noticed the wistful longing in your eyes as you gazed at the dancing couples. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked, his tone gentle yet urging. He wanted you to confront your feelings, to acknowledge the void that had been growing within you.

You took a deep breath, appreciating Namjoon's willingness to listen.

"I miss love... I miss Seokjin..." you admitted softly, the words carrying the weight of your unspoken desires.

A knowing smile tugged at Namjoon's lips as he reassured you.

"I've noticed Seokjin does too, Y/N. He's been watching you the entire night, even when you weren't aware of it."

Surprise flickered across your face. You hadn't realized that Seokjin had been observing you, his gaze fixated on you amidst the crowd. It was a revelation that sparked a mix of hope and apprehension within you.

Namjoon's voice was filled with encouragement as he spoke.

"Y/N, he is your husband, and I believe he likes you more than you realize. I'm sure if you approach him and express your desire to dance, he won't pass up the opportunity, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight."

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and a genuine smile graced your lips.

"Have I ever told you what a great friend you are, Joonie?"

Namjoon chuckled softly.

"Actions speak louder than words ever could. Now go, Y/N. Take a chance and talk to Seokjin. Trust me, it's worth it."

Though fear and uncertainty lingered in your heart, Namjoon's unwavering support provided the push you needed. With newfound determination, you straightened your posture and mustered the courage to approach Seokjin, who was engaged in conversation with the new investors.

As you weaved through the crowd, anticipation coursed through your veins. You hoped that Namjoon's observations were accurate, that Seokjin had been longing for a connection just as much as you had. The thought emboldened you, dispelling the doubts that threatened to hold you back.

Seokjin turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as you finally stood before him. A mix of surprise and warmth washed over his features, and you saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze. Without a word, you extended your hand, silently conveying your unspoken desire.

His eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took your hand in his.

Seokjin, understanding the significance of the moment, takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. His eyes trace the curves of your dress, the way it hugs your figure perfectly. He can't help but smile, realizing that he hasn't given you a proper compliment tonight.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I can't believe I didn't say it sooner."

You can't help but giggle at his words, feeling warmth spread through your chest. His compliment feels genuine, and it sparks lightness in your heart that you hadn't felt in a long time. It's as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you find yourself opening up to the possibility of a renewed connection.

Seokjin takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, as he musters the courage to ask, "How is your night going, Y/N?"

You share with him the excitement of the new interest you and Namjoon are receiving from other socialites. The conversations, the connections—it's all been invigorating, and you can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity.

Seokjin's smile widens as he congratulates you. "That's wonderful, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Seokjin. It's all Namjoon. He's the main attraction tonight."

Seokjin's gaze intensifies as he stares at you intently.

"I'd dare to disagree," he says, his voice filled with a newfound conviction. "You've always been the one who captivates everyone's attention, including mine."

The sincerity in his words takes you by surprise, and your heart skips a beat. It's as if your heart is ready to open itself up with all of the vulnerability that has held you back for so long, now catalyzing the reaction.

...

With the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk, their vibrant colors filling your office with a touch of beauty, Namjoon walks in and spots them. He smiles warmly and congratulates you on the surprise delivery. All you can do is smile back, your mind filled with Seokjin.

You've had many relationships filled with grand gestures and passionate love, but receiving flowers from your husband, even in the midst of your estranged relationship, feels like a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope.

As the workday comes to an end, you return home and notice Seokjin's shoes by the door. It's a rare sight these days, as your schedules often kept you apart. The thought of both of you being home simultaneously sparks a sense of anticipation within you.

A sense of unease washes over you when your cleaner pulls you aside with a concerned expression on her face. She shares with you that Seokjin had returned home earlier, appearing visibly upset and tired. She mentions that he seemed to be in a foul mood and advised you to be careful when approaching him.

A mix of worry and curiosity fills your mind as you thank the cleaner for her honesty. Deciding to seize the opportunity, you make two cups of tea, carefully selecting the blend that Seokjin has always favored. The comforting aroma fills the kitchen, reminding you of the first moments you shared in the past, when the two of you were still trying to appease each other.

Seokjin's gaze lifts from the papers on his desk as he sees you standing at the doorway of his study. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adjusts his glasses, and you can't help but notice how handsome he looks with them.

"Hi," you greet him, your voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope. "I made you some tea."

A hint of surprise flickers across Seokjin's face before he sets aside his work and gestures for you to come in. "Well, do come in," he says warmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You step into his study, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Taking a few steps closer, you carefully place the cup in his hands, cautioning him to be careful as you remind him that it's hot.

Seokjin's fingers curl around the warm cup and he places it on the table, and he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you, Y/n. This is greatly appreciated."

You look around for a place to sit untill you find yourself wrapped in Seokjin's strong embrace, comfortably settled on his lap. The closeness between you ignites a flicker of familiarity and intimacy that you had been yearning for. As he relaxes against you, placing his head at the conjucture of your shoulder and neck, you feel a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

As you run your fingers through Seokjin's hair, a sense of tenderness and understanding fills the air. You can feel the weight of his burdens slowly easing as he finds solace in your touch. The worries and stress of the outside world seem to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.

You continue to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. The rhythm of your movements becomes a silent lullaby, calming not only Seokjin but also bringing a sense of peace within yourself. The bond between you feels tangible, as if you're reminding each other of the love that exists beneath the surface.

After a while, Seokjin lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. 

"Thank you, Y/n," he whispers softly. "Having you here, reminding me that I'm not alone, it means more than words can express."

A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against Seokjin's forehead. 

"You're never alone, Seokjin. I'm here for you, always."

Seokjin's arms tighten around you, embracing you with a renewed sense of warmth and affection.

"Seokjin, why don't you go to bed? You've been working so hard, and you deserve some rest." you gently suggest, feeling the weight of Seokjin's exhaustion.

Seokjin looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. He nods, realizing that he needs a break from the demanding world outside. Slowly, you both rise from his lap, your hands still intertwined, and make your way towards his bedroom.

“Stay with me tonight” he pleads you looking at you like you are only star in a dark night sky, his eyes almost filling with tears. You nod silently and give his hand a squeeze.

You slip under the covers beside Seokjin, keeping a safe distance as to not cross a line.

“Is it okay if I come closer?” his voice wavers and all you feel is full-hearted respect coming from him. You wished that you didn’t need to tip toe around each other but the truth was that there was a long way to go, but both of you were willing to get there.

Before he could move closer you curled up against his side your presence bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to Seokjin, melting away the stress and worries that have been weighing him down. The world outside fades into insignificance as you create a cocoon of tranquility within the confines of his bedroom.

Seokjin's tired eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and vulnerability. 

"Thank you, Y/n," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. "You have no idea what having you here…my wife … means to me”

You smile tenderly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I know Seokjin.”

He places his hand gently on your cheek and softly kisses your forehead, lips soft as silk remind you of your wedding day and the first, and only, kiss you’ve shared.

As you both surrender to the embrace of sleep, the weight of the day dissipates, and a serene calm washes over you. Wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, your minds drift into a realm of dreams and possibilities.

Shadows of doubt

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.5K

A/n: I’m totally obsessed with arranged marriage trope rn 🫣🫣🫣 Comment if you want a part two!<3

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The day had started like any other, with you and Seokjin living separate lives under the same roof. It had been months since your arranged marriage, and while you both were busy with your respective companies, you had somehow managed to maintain a level of indifference towards each other. It didn’t bother you much, as you had grown accustomed to the routine and had your own priorities to attend to.

But today was different. 

Today, you were invited to a family lunch at one of the many upscale clubs, a customary gathering that required you and Seokjin to arrive together. However, as the appointed time neared, Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Your messages and calls went unanswered, leaving you increasingly frustrated and worried. The anticipation and anxiety grew as you tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.

The atmosphere at the family lunch was far from comforting. Seokjin’s brother’s wife, always one for gossip, took the opportunity to talk you down. She whispered rumors in your ear, insinuating that Seokjin was sleeping around and didn’t care for you. As much as you tried to brush off the malicious words, the absence of Seokjin and the unanswered calls only intensified your insecurity.

The lunch dragged on, with aunties constantly reminding you of your apparent inability to keep a man happy. Their comments stung, but you put on a brave face, determined not to let them see your vulnerability. Hours later, Seokjin finally arrived, his charming smile captivating everyone around him. Everyone. Except you.

Although having him near brought you comfort, as the presence of Seokjin acted as a shield against the blood-boiling gossip coming from the women around you. Their judgmental whispers and critical stares had been suffocating you for hours. But with Seokjin by your side, you felt a sense of reassurance and protection.

When it was time to bid farewell to the family, you and Seokjin walked out of the club together. As you made your way to the car, he finally spoke to you, breaking the silence that had persisted between you for months.

“I have to pick up my computer from the office, but I can call my driver for you if you wish to get home sooner,” he offered, his eyes briefly locking with yours.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.

“I’ll just ride with you if that’s alright,” you said, your voice timid, but determined. 

Seokjin lifted his head from his phone, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he gave you a dazzling smile. Opening the passenger’s side door, he extended his hand, inviting you to join him.

You sat in the car, completely still, as Seokjin walked around to the driver’s side. It was the first time you exchanged more than a simple greeting, and the tension in the air was palpable. As he pulled out onto the road, the weight on your shoulders became too much to bear. You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer.

“Never do this again,” you spoke, the words escaping your lips with a mix of frustration and concern. 

Seokjin sharply turned to you, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, but quickly refocused his attention on the road, remembering his duty as the driver. His eyes kept darting between the road and your still profile.

“What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?” his voice trembled with uncertainty. 

You hated that this was the first substantial conversation you were having with your husband, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. It wasn’t just about your feelings, it was about maintaining the appearance of a harmonious married couple, especially in high society.

“Never leave me like this, not knowing what’s happening or where you are. I am your wife, and while I understand this is a marriage of convenience, we have an image to uphold for our families and society,” you explained, your tone firm but not accusatory.

Seokjin’s face turned a deep shade of red, embarrassment washing over him without fully understanding why.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I was caught up with a client at the office, and I couldn’t leave earlier…” he trailed off, his voice filled with remorse.

Finally, you turned to face him, breaking your statue-like position.

“I understand that you’re busy, but finding the time to return even one of my texts or calls to let me know you’re occupied with a client would help me immensely. It’s not just about me, it’s about us,” you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing for a connection.

Seokjin nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on you as much as they could be while he drove.

“I’ll never do that again, Y/n. You have my word,” he assured you, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. You returned your gaze to the window, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day.

As the car pulled into the driveway, you quickly exited and made your way back to your rooms. The moment your bed came into view, you face-planted onto it, releasing all the frustrations you had held in during the car ride.

“Gosh, he must think I’m an idiot,” you mumbled into your pillow before sleep enveloped your exhausted mind.

…

The hours leading up to the ball felt like an eternity, with your eyes constantly shifting between the clock on the wall and the horrendous look book of designs presented to you by a potential client.

The meeting didn’t go as planned, and the disappointment weighed heavily on your shoulders. Namjoon, ever the supportive colleague, escorted the client out, leaving you alone in the room.

“Is everything okay, boss?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes briefly to moisten them.

“Not really, Joon. I have a ball to attend this evening,” you grumbled, the prospect of the social event dampening your spirits even further. Namjoon chuckled softly, a gesture that earned him a glare from you.

“I can come with you if you need a plus one,” he suggested, a hint of care in his eyes. “Wouldn’t be the first time for me.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I have a plus one. I’m married to one, in case you forgot,” you said, raising your hand to show him the emerald and gold band adorning your finger. 

“It’s just… I don’t know how to act around him. We live together and are married, but we hardly speak to each other,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Namjoon stopped typing, fully turning his attention towards you.

“That doesn’t sound like a happy marriage,” he observed, concern etched on his face.

You sighed, your palms finding solace in tangling through your hair.

“I try, Namjoon. I really do. I’m always texting him about family gatherings and conventions we have to attend. But he rarely responds… Am I foolish for putting in the effort? I’m just trying to make this marriage work, but I often feel so alone in it,” you confessed, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you.

“Well, then maybe it’s time to stop caring if he doesn’t,” Namjoon suggested, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked at him, contemplating his words.

“I wish I could, but my mother would bite my head off if I dared to walk into the ball without him by my side,” you said with a sigh.

“Maybe, for once, you should do as you wish and not just what your mother expects.”

…

The evening arrived, and you attended the ball with Namjoon as your companion. Seokjin was already there, and his eyes caught sight of you and Namjoon walking in together. Your pale pink floor-length gown accentuated your beauty, but the sight of another man beside you twisted something inside Seokjin’s stomach.

Seokjin’s father also noticed your entrance and couldn’t help but ask.

“Who is that man next to Y/n? Why isn’t she arriving with you? Is something the matter between you two?”

“Everything is alright, Father. That’s only her assistant,” Seokjin replied, trying to mask the turmoil in his gaze.

His father scoffed, unimpressed by the explanation.

“One hell of an assistant, holding her like that,” he muttered, his suspicion piqued. Seokjin’s attention remained fixed on you and Namjoon, the rage building inside him.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Seokjin strode towards the two of you.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone,” he said, his gaze never leaving Namjoon.

“Please don’t make a scene, Seokjin,” you pleaded, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama.

His anger and jealousy shifted momentarily to hurt as he turned to face you.

“Namjoon and I are here on behalf of our company. We have people to talk to,” you said, your voice firm as you tugged Namjoon away with you.

Seokjin drowned his frustrations with a few shots of whiskey, but the word “our” suffocated him. You had never referred to anything belonging to both of you as “ours,” yet you said it so effortlessly with Namjoon.

…

The night was a flurry of activity as you and Namjoon engaged in conversations with various interested individuals in the business world. As influential figures and potential partners approached, you showcased your expertise and passion, discussing potential collaborations and exchanging ideas. Namjoon, being your trusted assistant, seamlessly assisted you, adding valuable insights and effortlessly charming those around him.

You felt a sense of pride watching Namjoon interact with confidence and grace, his knowledge shining through in every conversation. His presence by your side not only alleviated some of the pressure but also brought a level of comfort that you hadn’t anticipated. It was in these moments that you appreciated the support and camaraderie you shared, even if it was purely professional.

While your interactions with Namjoon were seamless, you couldn’t help but notice the absence of Seokjin. As the evening progressed, his absence became more pronounced, amplifying the void between you and your husband. It was a stark reminder of the lack of communication and emotional connection that plagued your marriage.

Namjoon, ever perceptive, noticed the wistful longing in your eyes as you gazed at the dancing couples. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, his tone gentle yet urging. He wanted you to confront your feelings, to acknowledge the void that had been growing within you.

You took a deep breath, appreciating Namjoon’s willingness to listen.

“I miss love… I miss Seokjin…” you admitted softly, the words carrying the weight of your unspoken desires.

A knowing smile tugged at Namjoon’s lips as he reassured you.

“I’ve noticed Seokjin does too, Y/N. He’s been watching you the entire night, even when you weren’t aware of it.”

Surprise flickered across your face. You hadn’t realized that Seokjin had been observing you, his gaze fixated on you amidst the crowd. It was a revelation that sparked a mix of hope and apprehension within you.

Namjoon’s voice was filled with encouragement as he spoke.

“Y/N, he is your husband, and I believe he likes you more than you realize. I’m sure if you approach him and express your desire to dance, he won’t pass up the opportunity, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and a genuine smile graced your lips.

“Have I ever told you what a great friend you are, Joonie?”

Namjoon chuckled softly.

“Actions speak louder than words ever could. Now go, Y/N. Take a chance and talk to Seokjin. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

Though fear and uncertainty lingered in your heart, Namjoon’s unwavering support provided the push you needed. With newfound determination, you straightened your posture and mustered the courage to approach Seokjin, who was engaged in conversation with the new investors.

As you weaved through the crowd, anticipation coursed through your veins. You hoped that Namjoon’s observations were accurate, that Seokjin had been longing for a connection just as much as you had. The thought emboldened you, dispelling the doubts that threatened to hold you back.

Seokjin turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as you finally stood before him. A mix of surprise and warmth washed over his features, and you saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze. Without a word, you extended your hand, silently conveying your unspoken desire.

His eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took your hand in his.

Seokjin, understanding the significance of the moment, takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. His eyes trace the curves of your dress, the way it hugs your figure perfectly. He can’t help but smile, realizing that he hasn’t given you a proper compliment tonight.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t believe I didn’t say it sooner.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words, feeling warmth spread through your chest. His compliment feels genuine, and it sparks lightness in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a long time. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you find yourself opening up to the possibility of a renewed connection.

Seokjin takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, as he musters the courage to ask, “How is your night going, Y/N?”

You share with him the excitement of the new interest you and Namjoon are receiving from other socialites. The conversations, the connections—it’s all been invigorating, and you can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity.

Seokjin’s smile widens as he congratulates you. “That’s wonderful, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“No, Seokjin. It’s all Namjoon. He’s the main attraction tonight.”

Seokjin’s gaze intensifies as he stares at you intently.

“I’d dare to disagree,” he says, his voice filled with a newfound conviction. “You’ve always been the one who captivates everyone’s attention, including mine.”

The sincerity in his words takes you by surprise, and your heart skips a beat. It’s as if your heart is ready to open itself up with all of the vulnerability that has held you back for so long, now catalyzing the reaction.

…

With the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk, their vibrant colors filling your office with a touch of beauty, Namjoon walks in and spots them. He smiles warmly and congratulates you on the surprise delivery. All you can do is smile back, your mind filled with Seokjin.

You’ve had many relationships filled with grand gestures and passionate love, but receiving flowers from your husband, even in the midst of your estranged relationship, feels like a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope.

As the workday comes to an end, you return home and notice Seokjin’s shoes by the door. It’s a rare sight these days, as your schedules often kept you apart. The thought of both of you being home simultaneously sparks a sense of anticipation within you.

A sense of unease washes over you when your cleaner pulls you aside with a concerned expression on her face. She shares with you that Seokjin had returned home earlier, appearing visibly upset and tired. She mentions that he seemed to be in a foul mood and advised you to be careful when approaching him.

A mix of worry and curiosity fills your mind as you thank the cleaner for her honesty. Deciding to seize the opportunity, you make two cups of tea, carefully selecting the blend that Seokjin has always favored. The comforting aroma fills the kitchen, reminding you of the first moments you shared in the past, when the two of you were still trying to appease each other.

Seokjin’s gaze lifts from the papers on his desk as he sees you standing at the doorway of his study. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adjusts his glasses, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he looks with them.

“Hi,” you greet him, your voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope. “I made you some tea.”

A hint of surprise flickers across Seokjin’s face before he sets aside his work and gestures for you to come in. “Well, do come in,” he says warmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You step into his study, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Taking a few steps closer, you carefully place the cup in his hands, cautioning him to be careful as you remind him that it’s hot.

Seokjin’s fingers curl around the warm cup and he places it on the table, and he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. “Thank you, Y/n. This is greatly appreciated.”

You look around for a place to sit untill you find yourself wrapped in Seokjin’s strong embrace, comfortably settled on his lap. The closeness between you ignites a flicker of familiarity and intimacy that you had been yearning for. As he relaxes against you, placing his head at the conjucture of your shoulder and neck, you feel a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

As you run your fingers through Seokjin’s hair, a sense of tenderness and understanding fills the air. You can feel the weight of his burdens slowly easing as he finds solace in your touch. The worries and stress of the outside world seem to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.

You continue to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. The rhythm of your movements becomes a silent lullaby, calming not only Seokjin but also bringing a sense of peace within yourself. The bond between you feels tangible, as if you’re reminding each other of the love that exists beneath the surface.

After a while, Seokjin lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” he whispers softly. “Having you here, reminding me that I’m not alone, it means more than words can express.”

A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against Seokjin’s forehead. 

“You’re never alone, Seokjin. I’m here for you, always.”

Seokjin’s arms tighten around you, embracing you with a renewed sense of warmth and affection.

“Seokjin, why don’t you go to bed? You’ve been working so hard, and you deserve some rest.” you gently suggest, feeling the weight of Seokjin’s exhaustion.

Seokjin looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. He nods, realizing that he needs a break from the demanding world outside. Slowly, you both rise from his lap, your hands still intertwined, and make your way towards his bedroom.

“Stay with me tonight” he pleads you looking at you like you are only star in a dark night sky, his eyes almost filling with tears. You nod silently and give his hand a squeeze.

You slip under the covers beside Seokjin, keeping a safe distance as to not cross a line.

“Is it okay if I come closer?” his voice wavers and all you feel is full-hearted respect coming from him. You wished that you didn’t need to tip toe around each other but the truth was that there was a long way to go, but both of you were willing to get there.

Before he could move closer you curled up against his side your presence bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to Seokjin, melting away the stress and worries that have been weighing him down. The world outside fades into insignificance as you create a cocoon of tranquility within the confines of his bedroom.

Seokjin’s tired eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and vulnerability. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. “You have no idea what having you here…my wife … means to me”

You smile tenderly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I know Seokjin.”

He places his hand gently on your cheek and softly kisses your forehead, lips soft as silk remind you of your wedding day and the first, and only, kiss you’ve shared.

As you both surrender to the embrace of sleep, the weight of the day dissipates, and a serene calm washes over you. Wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence, your minds drift into a realm of dreams and possibilities.

Kalon | Pt. 5

Beauty that is more than skin-deep.

Jimin x staff!reader

Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you can‘t help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(

Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the two…

Word count : ~4.6K

A/N : The last part of this story! I hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of feelings<3 

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The many strange occurrences between you and Jimin were totally giving you whiplash. One second he’d be acting normally, cracking jokes and smiling, and the other he seemed as if possessed by the devil himself, his eyes would get dark and his soft lips would start spewing venom.

Every day walking into work you didn’t know what to expect and with each interaction your confidence has been diminishing. Getting ready in front of the mirror has become your own personal hell and the fact that you spent 90% of your time surrounded by walls covered in mirrors didn’t help either. Every time your eyes lingered on your own reflection in the mirror his triggering words spoke out in your head as if he was standing right there beside you.

There was just something so convincing in the way Jimin said all those things to you… or was it your adoration for the man that made you take every word he was saying to heart…

You rub your forehead with your hand trying to scatter the insecure thoughts from your head once again as you reach the studio where all the boys were waiting for their lunch.

Before you could enter you heard your name being mentioned and decided to listen in, needing to silence your rising insecurities to know whether Jimin was the only one not fond of your presence or not.

“What do you have against her then!?” you could make out your best friend’s enraged voice.

“She’s always around and annoying us… the least she could do is give us some space gosh…” Jimin answered the older man, his voice void of interest.

Your eyes dart to the ground tears already prominent, creating waterfalls on your cheeks as his words imprint themselves in your head. Your mind instantly runs trough all possible encounters where you could have come off as annoying, wanting to find the error faster than one of then can mention it to you.

All you can think about is how you physically cannot enter the room, your feet have planted themselves in the spot too scared to move. Your mind runs a thousand miles a minute creating a headache that even Jin’s following words can’t calm.  

“It’s her job to be around us and I don’t find her annoying. At all because she IS our friend.” Jin’s voice cut through the air of the room.

“No she’s not. She’s just a staff that is annoying us every fucking day, deluding herself into thinking that we are her friends.” Jimin lights up like a match, explosively getting his insulting words out for everyone to hear.

While at first the other boys paid no attention to the small bickering between Jin and Jimin thinking that it was harmless now everyone’s mouths were hanging open, eyes wide. Not only was it shocking to hear these particular words leave Jimin but for them to also be directed towards you was beyond disturbing.

“You can’t possibly mean that hyung…” Jungkook stared at Jimin unable to recognize his friend of several years.

“Whatever man…” Jimin rolled his eyes and stood to leave the room. Suddenly Jin stood before him visibly mad, towering over the younger man.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.”

“Sorry hyung but not all of us can be blindly in love with her the way you are.” He grit his teeth pushing a confused Jin out of his way and escaping the small room that was making his head spin.

Pushing trough the door he stumbles into someone and loses his footing falling over to the ground with that someone.

“Oh I’m sor-” his voice cuts off when he sees that the someone is you. Your tear stained cheeks come into view sending a painful sensation piercing trough his heart. You definitely heard everything that he said.

“Y/n are you okey?!” Jin came out of the room offering you his hand that you do not take. You do not break eye contact with the ground as you rise from the ground, pick up the bag full of food and hand it to Jin.  

“Y/n I’m so so-” Jimin can’t help himself but melt in your breaking vision, apologizing for his words promptly, his mind coming to a conclusion that enough is enough, it was time to stop his actions that were actually hurting the one he loved with his full heart.

It felt like the clouds that were in front of his eyes the past few months dissipated, everything sat in their places after he saw those broken sad eyes. No more self-pity was left in his body when now all he wanted was to see you smile again, to see you shine the way you used to in his close vicinity, to joke around with you like good friends, to at least be your friend if he could not be your lover.

You turn to Jimin, pain and anger mixing together inside of you giving you confidence to say your last words to him.

“I’m so sorry for being a nuisance to you mister Park, I’ll be sure to give you all the space now” you bow slightly to the man and turning away abruptly to completely isolate yourself from the man you still wished to be your lover.

The rapid tapping of Namjoons foot was the only sound in the eerily quiet studio.

“Nothing you want to talk about?” Namjoon’s voice broke the silence.

“Not particularly…” Jimin let out a sign resting his locked arms on his thighs, eyes moving from his leader to every corner of the room, afraid that the hyung’s fierce gaze will make him spill all the secrets he’s been keeping from all.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Namjoon’s low voice hinted at the significance of this conversation, but Jimin only remained silent.

Jimin turned his head to the left, Namjoon’s form leaving his perifery vision.

“Be respectful and look at me when I talk to you” his voice was louder this time “You’re almost never at the dorms and no one ever knows where you are. I get that you like to have fun outside of work but you could keep it to a low when we only have a month before the tour. Also I didn’t want to mention it before for obvious reasons but have you been eating? Because in all honesty Jimin you do not look good… like you don’t look healthy, you’re beyond thin nowadays, which makes me question whether or not you’ve been eating lately and that is not acceptable. I understand… we all understand that you want to look good for our armys but you’re going too far with all the practicing too…” Namjoon’s whole being radiates frustration as he tries to get the younger man to see the problems.

“Also you have distanced yourself from the group… it’s really hard to work together when someone is outside of the whole system, whenever we’re practicing it’s like you’re not actually here, not to mention all the meetings where you have not uttered a single word with the group…” Slowly Namjoon tries to approach the most uncomfortable of topics. “and Y/n…”

The mere mention of your name makes Jimin tear up and lock eyes with his hyung.

“I don’t know what happened between the two of you… was it her or was it you that started all of this… but as much as I love you Jimin I can’t stand behind your actions. You have been unreasonably cruel to her and I can’t understand why. I would ask you to fix the situation but like I said, I don’t know anything abou-”

“I’m so sorry hyung” Jimin drops to his knees in front of the older male hugging his legs, begging for forgiveness. ”I’ll try to be better hyung… I’m so sorry for everything… I’m so sorry that I am not good enough”

Hard sobs escaped Jimin’s lips as he continued apologizing to an alarmed Namjoon.

“Everything is gonna be okey…just let it out, it will be better soon” Namjoon slid out of the chair and hugged his younger friend, holding him in a strong grip, making sure to stick his broken pieces back together.

“it hurts so much hyung… I can’t hide it no more…she… hurts so much” Jimins body was shaking with every tiny breath he took and the hard crying was making him dizzy and he felt like he might just fly out into the space. But he was no longer alone the only thing holding him down now was his friend, a friend who wants to help him, who wants to understand.

The revelation that he is not alone calms him down enough to give him back the ability to form sentences. That is when everything starts to spill out of his lips. Jimin tells Namjoon everything from his major crush on you to the horrible way he has been treating you and to the main reason why.

Thw two of them don’t even notice when the dead of night changes to the sunny morning. The entire night has passed as Jimin utters the last words.

“-and that is how I ended up here, in your studio, on the floor, crying my heart out because she chose him instead of me…”

“You have to fix it Jimin. I don’t know anything about what’s going on between Y/n and Jin, but that does not matter, you still owe her an apology for the way you treated her” Namjoons wise words initiate an intent inside Jimins heart, one that has to do with making it right with you.

“I promise hyung, I’ll do everything to make her forgive me… even if it means that I’ll never have her.” Jimin narrows his head at the thought that you might not forgive him, because, in all honesty, you have every right not to.

 It has been 2 weeks after your last incident with Jimin and you have run out of excuses to skip work. To your displease you had no vacation days left and yesterday was your last official sick day, which meant that today at 8 AM sharp you’ll walk through the doors of the infamous Hybe building and greet numerous eyes that you’ve been actively avoiding.

The missed calls and texts are still unanswered, creating a pile of notifications on your phone screen, but in all honesty you barely had any strength to get out of the bed this morning, let alone respond to hundreds of messages from your best friend and others.

You did see a couple messages from Jin. He was threatening to show up at your house with police if you don’t let him in and continue to ignore him, but thankfully you had been keeping yourself locked away from the surrounding world in your friend’s apartment that has been vacant for months and Jin knew nothing of.

Although now as you step into the building after a long lunch hour you wish you had responded at least once to let him know you were alive and well. The unreadable expression on Jin’s face scaring you more than the devil himself. He struts over to you and grabs your arm without a notice before dragging you to a nearby room.

His back is to you as he closes the door and immediately you begin apologizing.

“Jinnie I’m so sorry I didn-”

Your breath gets knocked out of you from the sheer force of Jin‘s embrace.

“Thank god you’re still here. I- we all thought that you left or that something happened to you. But I’m so happy now, even though I was so mad at you for not texting back.”

“I’m sorry really, I just haven’t been in the best of headspace lately… I needed to work with myself a bit… alone ya know” you offered him a soft reassuring smile and watched his bread cheeks rise as he nodded at you acknowledging your statement.

“I understand. Now let’s go back to work before we get fired- oh and dinner at our dorms tonight?” he asks leading you out of the room and toward the elevator.

“Absolutely” you beam at him.

“Oh one last thing” Jin put his hand between the elevator doors “you need to talk to Jimin today” he says nervously.

“I know” you nod determined to solve all the problems that have been weighing you down, ready for your new chapter to come.

It’s late when you finish your work that had piled up during your absence. You check the time on your phone, a single new message from Jin reminding you of the dinner that was in about an hour. You take your bag and coat into your arms and exit your cubicle.

Since practice time is over you decide to walk through the practice rooms having forgotten their spacious feel after the scrutinizing two weeks at a small apartment.

A particular beat catches your ear as you walk down the hall. You identify the music as a BTS song which peaks your interest. You near the unclosed door and take a peek inside. You’re greeted with a sight you definitely did not expect to see.

Jimin is kneeling on the floor his head narrowed down. Your first thought is that he’s once again perfecting a routine like he usually does but a painful cry and a harsh shake of his frame alarms you.

You instantly drop your bag and coat to the ground and run to him and get down next to him putting your hand in his shoulder, shaking him to get his attention.

His head snaps up at you and then is when you notice his eyes full of pain causing distress to build in your chest. You pull him into a tight hug tears now forming in your own eyes. His body continues to shake against yours and you hand begins to soothe his back while your own tears run dampening his shoulder.You pull away first to check up on him.

“Are you hurt?” Your voice laced with concern speaks out as you lock your eyes with his searching for an answer.

He looks at the space between the two of you and nods his head confirming your question, which makes you panic.

“What!? Where?! What hurts?!” You frantically start scanning from his face running down to his hands and legs that are curled beneath him.

“Here” he points at his chest right where his heart is located.

“Did you fall and hurt it? Let me see maybe I can fix you up…” your eyes lock on the location and your hands lift from your lap to examine the place but before you can get any closer his voice stops you.

“No.” he stressed.

You promptly straighten up and away from him putting your hands in your lap caving in yourself to keep your distance from him.

“I’m sorry…” you mumble.

Now Jimin became panicked seeing you distancing yourself from him.

“Nonono that’s not … unhh you keep taking everything wrong Y/n” he runs his hands through his hair frustrated with himself mostly for not being able to communicate his feelings with you.

“I didn’t fall.” it comes out with a sign.

“Do you know why it hurts then?” you question him full heartedly, all you want to do is help him with his pain.

“Yes, I know”

You look up at him again “well what hurt you?”

“You did.” He meets your gaze and watches the horror encrust your features realizing that he could have worded that better.

Your first thought was that maybe you squeezed him too hard while you were hugging him, but he was crying even before you came in… And then it hit you. He wasn’t talking about you physically hurting him…

“Me? I-I don’t understand Jimin … you were the one who told me to act like a staff because we weren’t friends” you were fighting your body trying to keep your compose saying those words in front of him when all you wanted was to let your tears flow.

“You disappeared. For weeks.” His tone strained.

“YOU wanted me away”

“No that’s not what I said”

“That is exactly what you said”

“Okay I did, but that’s not what I meant … I’m not sure I even meant anything by that. Maybe I just hoped that you’d stop being with Hyung so much.”

“What? Jimin I don’t think I understand” your eyebrows furrow at his last statement.

“Well I didn’t understand you for a long time too and I don’t understand you still”

Silence engulfs both of you as you think of what to say next.

“Why didn’t you take my hoodie?”

“What?”

“Back then at the cafe. You were cold and I wanted to give you my hoodie to keep you warm because I care about you and I-I didn’t want you to get sick, but then you refused me, not because you weren’t cold, because just seconds later you took hyungs hoodie…so I… my question is why not me? Why him?”

You didn’t know what perplexed you more the question or his note to a certain hyung that he believed you were involved with, but before you could get a word out he continued.

“Also the time when you were over at the dorms making us food and once again you chose his help over mine”

“Aaaand you even stayed the night at the dorms which you NEVER do but because HE gave you HIS clothes to sleep in.” he takes a deep breath trying to put together the last of his rant.

“Y/n I just want to know why I couldn’t be the one to make you warm, help you cook or have you stay with me whenever I wanted, why your eyes couldn’t look at me so lovingly why couldn’t your smile be directed to me. Why can’t I be the one for you to love?”

He’s still on his knees in front of you tears streaming down his cheeks. Now you can see what your best friend and the boys and even some older staff have been telling you for the past year. Park Jimin does love you.

“Jimin” you begin with a small voice. He’s still breathing heavily after his emotional rant.

“Do you love me?” your question comes out smooth like butter making Jimin frown even further.

“I know you love him.” he stands “so I’m gonna spare your heart Y/n out of respect for you and Jin hyung…I won’t stand between your happiness” he turns away from you, but before he can step away and leave you distraught on the floor, you catch his hand jumping onto your feet. You knew exactly what to say to Jimin now.

“I don’t love Jin.” You beam at him “well I do but in a way I love all my friends”

“But-”

“There are no buts. He’s my friend, he understands me and he knows a lot about me, and he knows about my crushes, and how crushed you made me feel, and he even pushed me to talk with you! I don’t like him in the way that I like you Jimin, I never did and I never will” your eyes sparkle as you stare intently into his eyes watching him connect all the dots inside his head.

“You chose him over me Y/n, many times…” he can’t shake the insecurity.

“I didn’t choose him over you. Jimin you have to understand that a girl like me isn’t supposed to like a boy like you. But I still did and it made me so self-aware…in literally the worst way… Whenever you were close or paid any form of attention to me it’s like a little voice would recite me all that’s wrong with me inside of my head” tears began to develop again as you remembered all the beautiful moments that were smudged with self-hatred.

“Y/n there is nothing wrong with you” he pulls you closer to him by your interlocked hands.

Your gaze is on your feet as your mind is still clouded with ancient worry. Jimin softly places his hands on your cheeks and makes you face him.

“There is nothing wrong with you. There has never been anything wrong with you. I wish you could see yourself for the way I see you” he speaks with intent, not letting you miss a beat.

“Jiminie I like you, I only ever liked you but I just wasn’t sure you’d like me back…” your lips form a little pout, which makes a smile break out on Jimin’s face.

“But that’s alright now. Because I do like you” his warm thumb caresses your cheek making a smile light up your face.

“I’m sorry I was rude to you Y/n, I was so jealous of hyung for the relationship you shared. Please forgive me?” he gives you his puppy eyes, the one’s you could never say no to…

“Of course I forgive you, but only if you forgive me for taking Jinnies hoodie”

“I’d rather have you in his hoodie than freezing” he wraps his hands around your waist hiding his face in your neck and takes a deep breath in. War is finally over.

“I think it’s about time we went home, you need sleep” you pull back from him.

“Do I look that bad?” he frowns.

“You actually do, sorry sweetie” you offer him an apologetic smile at which he only laughs and packs up his stuff quickly.

You put your coats and gloves on and exit the building together, both Jimin’s and your bags slung over his shoulder. It’s snowing slowly and the air is crisp with the dry cold.

“Are you hungry? We should get you something from the store” you turn to him. He turns to you and takes your hand in his.

“It’s okay, I’m full” he gives your hand a squeeze and gives you his warm smile and you smile right back at him, warmth filling you up inside.

When you arrive at the dorms he helps you out of your coat and slips out of his quickly.

“I need a shower” he smells himself and you chuckle making him go beet-red in the face.

“Then go take one, I won’t leave you” you reassure him with a smile.

“I’ll be quick, you can go to my room if you want, also the boys are out at the movies so feel right at home” he smiles at you again before entering the bathroom.

You instantly go to the kitchen and prepare him a quick meal with minute rice, ramen noodles, warm pork belly and some kimchi. You had completely forgotten about the said dinner that was happening tonight, must have been one of Jin’s ploys to get you and Jimin back together. That thought makes you chuckle now.

You gather the bowls and bring them to his room, placing them on the table right when he enters. He only has a towel wrapped around his torso leaving the rest of him to be observed.

“Yah why aren’t you dressed!” you panic and cover your eyes with your hands.

“I forgot to take clean clothes with me, you’re really distracting to me you know?” he smiles at you and you shake your head laughing.

“Get dressed and come eat you casanova”

“You made me food?” he clutches a t-shirt to his chest.

“Yes so don’t let it get cold.”

He quickly picks up few articles of clothes from his huge closet and runs out of the room returning only seconds later fully dressed in a black T-shirt and lilac sweatpants.

You smile at him.

“Let’s eat” he rubs his hands together and sits at the table where you’re already sat waiting for him.

He overlooks the table a genuine smile pulling at his lips. He looks at you again. You look between him and the food.

”Is something wrong? Why aren’t you eating?” you get nervous that he doesn’t find the food appetizing.

“Y/n I need to say something to you and you don’t have to say it back okay.” He breathes out.

“I love you Y/n, I truly love you. Thank you, for everything”

You’re left speechless by his words and bite your lip to keep your mouth from falling open.

After he’s done shoveling every bit of food into his mouth and asking you about a hundred times that you should have some too he lets out a breath his hand resting comfortably on his stomach.

“You didn’t have to eat everything Jiminie, it might have been too much” you take notice of his comical position.

“But you made it for me, I couldn’t leave anything behind“

You caress his cheek and he melts into your hand closing his eyes and putting his hand on yours.

“You should go to sleep minnie, you’ve been working hard”

He locks his pleading eyes on you “will you stay?”

“I can if you want me to” your words make him nod his head like an eager child.

“Although I don’t really have anything to sleep in…” you tap your finger on your chin deep in thought “I could ask Jin for some pjs..” you think aloud and Jimin almost falls out of his chair.

“Hey! I’m right here! You’ll wear my clothes only!”

“I thought you said that’s it’s alright if I wear Jin’s clothes” you decide to annoy him a little bit.

“I changed my mind. You can only wear my clothes” he stands from the table and brings out a matching lilac hoodie and black sweatpants. He stands before you handing them to you.

“Jimin… I won’t fit into that” you tell him truthfully not wanting to go running around circles again.

“Well you can look into my closet I’m sure you can find something that you’ll like” he gives you the most reassuring smile, you can’t help but submit to him.

You open up the closed and rummage through his T-shirts grabbing a black one that looked large enough to fit on you and some lilac shorts (secretly wanting to match with Jimin). You put them on in the bathroom and surprisingly they fit… of course the shorts hug your curves but they aren’t glued to your skin and very comfy while the shirt fits almost perfectly.

When you return to the room the dishes are gone and Jimin is lying on the bed. The click of the door takes his attention and his mouth falls open.

“What?” You ask confused, getting hot in your face.

“You look so beautiful in my clothes” he obsesses with the image of you standing in front of him in HIS clothes. His heart beats like crazy seeing you turn red at his compliment and he stands up to drag you into bed with him.

You lay together now eyes on one another hands interlocked, smiles covering your faces.

“Jimin?”

“Yes jagi?” his use of the nickname makes you blush again.

“I love you too”

His face becomes serious as his eyes look down at your lips before he descends at you. The next thing you know his hand is cupping your cheek and yours is on the back of his neck both of your lips interlocked in a warm embrace of each other.

And at that moment the two of you smiled into the kiss, you both knew that no matter the circumstances your love was each other’s kalon.

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