Unmasked Lies - Drabble

Unmasked lies - drabble

Shadows of doubt drabble

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader, Seokjin x Yuri

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff.

Word count: ~700

A/n: A special one for @peachyjk97 💜. Hope you enjoy it!

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Seokjin's voice echoed through the office, devoid of any emotion, as he called Yuri into his office.

Her smile instantly vanished, sensing the gravity of the situation. She walked in hesitantly, and as she entered the room, she could see that Seokjin's usual welcoming demeanour had transformed into something angular and unwelcoming.

It was clear that her charm would have little effect this time.

"Is something the matter, Seokjinnie? You look tense" Yuri attempted to act innocent, hoping to sway him once more.

She reached out to place her hand on his shoulder, but before she could make contact, Seokjin swiftly caught her wrist in an iron grip, catching her off guard.

"Don't act innocent, Yuri. We both know you're not" Seokjin's voice cut through the air, devoid of any patience.

Anger flickered in Yuri's eyes, but she tried to persist.

"Seokjinnie, I don't understand what you're talking about," she feigned ignorance, desperately clinging to her last strand of hope.

Seokjin's tired expression hardened, his gaze unwavering.

"You're fired. Pack your things and leave as soon as possible."

Yuri's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You wouldn't do this to me, Seokjin... It's her, isn't it? She told you lies about me, I'm sure... She's always been jealous of me" she desperately tried to pry, her anger bubbling to the surface.

Seokjin remained unmoved, his voice firm.

"Yuri, stop embarrassing yourself and leave before I lose my last speck of respect for you."

"My Seokjinnie, can't you see she's controlling you?" Yuri made a final attempt to regain control, but Seokjin interrupted her angrily, towering over her.

"It's Mr. Kim to you, and leave, or I'll have you escorted" his words dripped with disdain.

The fire in his eyes left Yuri speechless, her jaw dropping in astonishment.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me after everything we've been through" she conjured up some tears, relying on her ability to pretend and lie.

"Yuri, we were done the moment I met Y/n. She is my life, and I will not tolerate someone like you ruining our marriage and making my wife cry," Seokjin's voice grew sharper, laced with hatred for the girl before him.

"So, I repeat, either you leave this instant, or my men will take you out. Do you understand?"

Yuri meekly nodded, unable to meet his piercing gaze. She felt utterly exposed, having been caught in her web of deceit.

Seokjin released her wrist roughly, his eyes following her as she exited the office. As the door closed behind her, he let out a sigh of relief, finally free from her grip on his life.

After Yuri's departure, you walked into the office, and upon seeing you, Seokjin instantly felt a wave of relief wash over him and a smile making its way into his face. He stood up from his desk and met you in the middle of the room. Your eyes locked, and a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Thank you," you whispered, voice filled with gratitude and love. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, while he placed his hands gently around your waist.

"Anything for my wife," Seokjin replied, his voice filled with affection.

Seokjin couldn't help but feel warmth spread through his chest as he looked at you. He leaned in and kissed you nose pulling you closer to him, eliciting a giggle from you, which only made him smile more. Unable to resist, he captured your lips in a tender kiss, savouring the sweetness of the moment.

In each other's embrace, your new found assuagement and reassurance, knowing that your love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle that came your way. With Yuri out of your lives, Seokjin and You could now focus on nurturing your relationship and building a future together, free from the shadows of deceit and manipulation.

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Love takes the stage

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers 🤭

Word count: ~800

A/n: Somehow I wrote this with a genderless reader! I hope you all enjoy <3

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Yoongi paced nervously backstage, his heart racing with anticipation. He was about to perform at his first concert in New York, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. The crowd was huge, and he wanted to give them his all.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his dressing room door.

"Come in," he called out, trying to steady his breathing.

The door opened to reveal you, his longtime friend from Seoul. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he took in your beauty.

You were wearing a dark outfit inspired by Daechwita and even had the scar painted on your right eye. Your attention to detail always excited Yoongi the most especially when you focused it on his interests.

Now his heart seemed to be bursting out of happiness, a gummy smile on his face, as you stood before him nothing less of a vision and even carrying a bangtan bomb in your hand.

"Hey," you said softly, a smile playing on your lips.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck."

"Thanks," Yoongi said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm a little nervous, to be honest." Yoongi’s gaze dropped from yours to the ground as the thought of what awaits made his anxiety rise again.

You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be," you said. "You're amazing, and you've worked so hard for this. You're going to do great."

Yoongi couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at your words. He took a deep breath and stood up straight, ready to face the crowd and you gave him an encouraging smile before walking out.

As he walked out onto the stage he immediately found you in the crowd happily waving the bomb. The moment he felt your eyes on him he relaxed and he couldn't help but smile. He began to rap, his words flowing effortlessly as he poured his heart out to the audience.

With every look around the stadium his confidence grew and with every look into your sparkly eyes so did his heart.

After the show, Yoongi was buzzing with excitement. He had never felt so alive. As he walked offstage, he saw you waiting for him with a bouquet of flowers.

"You were amazing!" You squeezed, giving him a firm hug. "I'm so proud of you." Your eyes shone from the building tears.

Yoongi felt his heart swell with gratitude. He had always admired your unwavering support, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in love with you.

As the two of you walked out of the venue, Yoongi took your hand in his. You looked up at him, surprised, but didn't pull away.

"Y/n," he said softly. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't help the way I feel. I love you." He wanted to say but standing here also ne with you and a confession on his mind made the nerves return and twist his guts in a fist.

Your wide eyes never left his as you awaited his next words.

“Thank you for being here today… it felt really good to see you in the crowd” he scratched the back of his neck a small smile paying on his rosy lips.

You felt like you were left a little high and dry and decided that you’ll take the matters into your own hands.

You see before Seokjin joined the army he told you an important secret about a friend of his that might have included words like “Yoongi” “likes” and “you”.

"I like you too," you said, before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Yoongi felt like he was on top of the world as your warm lips touched his cheek, his heart beating faster than ever before.

When you pulled back and smiled at him he without a second thought wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into a real kiss.

With your lips caressing his own he could feel the tension in his muscles subsiding and his heart charging up to its full potential.

“I like you more” he looked into your eyes before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

The both of you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and couldn't wait to see what the future held.

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Love takes the stage

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers 🤭

Word count: ~800

A/n: Somehow I wrote this with a genderless reader! I hope you all enjoy <3

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Yoongi paced nervously backstage, his heart racing with anticipation. He was about to perform at his first concert in New York, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. The crowd was huge, and he wanted to give them his all.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his dressing room door.

"Come in," he called out, trying to steady his breathing.

The door opened to reveal you, his longtime friend from Seoul. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he took in your beauty.

You were wearing a dark outfit inspired by Daechwita and even had the scar painted on your right eye. Your attention to detail always excited Yoongi the most especially when you focused it on his interests.

Now his heart seemed to be bursting out of happiness, a gummy smile on his face, as you stood before him nothing less of a vision and even carrying a bangtan bomb in your hand.

"Hey," you said softly, a smile playing on your lips.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck."

"Thanks," Yoongi said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm a little nervous, to be honest." Yoongi’s gaze dropped from yours to the ground as the thought of what awaits made his anxiety rise again.

You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be," you said. "You're amazing, and you've worked so hard for this. You're going to do great."

Yoongi couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at your words. He took a deep breath and stood up straight, ready to face the crowd and you gave him an encouraging smile before walking out.

As he walked out onto the stage he immediately found you in the crowd happily waving the bomb. The moment he felt your eyes on him he relaxed and he couldn't help but smile. He began to rap, his words flowing effortlessly as he poured his heart out to the audience.

With every look around the stadium his confidence grew and with every look into your sparkly eyes so did his heart.

After the show, Yoongi was buzzing with excitement. He had never felt so alive. As he walked offstage, he saw you waiting for him with a bouquet of flowers.

"You were amazing!" You squeezed, giving him a firm hug. "I'm so proud of you." Your eyes shone from the building tears.

Yoongi felt his heart swell with gratitude. He had always admired your unwavering support, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in love with you.

As the two of you walked out of the venue, Yoongi took your hand in his. You looked up at him, surprised, but didn't pull away.

"Y/n," he said softly. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't help the way I feel. I love you." He wanted to say but standing here also ne with you and a confession on his mind made the nerves return and twist his guts in a fist.

Your wide eyes never left his as you awaited his next words.

“Thank you for being here today… it felt really good to see you in the crowd” he scratched the back of his neck a small smile paying on his rosy lips.

You felt like you were left a little high and dry and decided that you’ll take the matters into your own hands.

You see before Seokjin joined the army he told you an important secret about a friend of his that might have included words like “Yoongi” “likes” and “you”.

"I like you too," you said, before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Yoongi felt like he was on top of the world as your warm lips touched his cheek, his heart beating faster than ever before.

When you pulled back and smiled at him he without a second thought wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into a real kiss.

With your lips caressing his own he could feel the tension in his muscles subsiding and his heart charging up to its full potential.

“I like you more” he looked into your eyes before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

The both of you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and couldn't wait to see what the future held.

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Kalon Masterlist^^

Kalon | Pt. 1

Kalon | Pt. 2

Kalon | Pt. 3

Kalon | Pt. 4

Kalon | Pt. 5

Min Yoongi as Kaz Brekker 😳😳😳

Literally lost my shit rn…. I was currently studying for my math exam and got hit with my favourite man as my favourite book man 😫😫😫 LIFE IS GOOD❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜🖤🖤🖤🖤🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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.

…

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.