PROMISE (KSJ)

PROMISE (KSJ)

Pairing: Seokjin × Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+, M

Warnings: swearing, smut, jealousy, insecurity, feeling of neglect, alcohol consumption

WC: 4.5K

Summary: When you and Seokjin no longer dream of the same dream, and no longer look at the world the same way, you start recalling the promise you made to each other three years ago in front of the altar. Is it a promise that holds true for eternity, or is it a promise that’s meant to be broken?

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When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I get heaven to myself.

When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I feel this way I’ve never felt.

— The Astronaut, Jin

•••

Seokjin kicked off his shoes on the vestibule, grunting in annoyance when one of them flipped over, hitting one of his heels in the process. It was a long, taxing day at work and an equally long, chilly drive home, and there’s nothing he wanted more than to just crawl into bed and sleep until spring. From where he stood, he could make out the soft glow of the fireplace in the living room and the hurricane candles on the bottom of the stairs. As he pushed the french door open, the smell of sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon wafted through the air, immediately providing comfort and warmth. He released a breath that he didn’t realize he'd been holding.

“Babe?” He called out, but he’s met with silence. “Yn? Baby, I’m home!” He called out two more times, but was still met with silence. He checked his phone from his backpocket to see if there’s any message or call from you that he missed, but there wasn’t. It’s not until he waddled further into the house that he saw the little note you stuck on the fridge: “Ran to the neighbors’ real quick. Hyo-rin wanted candied nuts. Saved some for you too. <3”

Hyo-rin is your neighbor’s three-year-old daughter who loves following you around and takes interest in everything you do. She sits outside with you when you tend to your flower bed, she rides her bike beside you when you go for a walk, and she sometimes unabashedly asks you for random things– last week, she asked for chocolate cupcakes, and this time, she asked for candied nuts. Her parents don’t mind– Hyo-rin is their youngest child and are grateful that she likes socializing with the neighbors that much. They also offer to puppysit for you when you need to run some errands and couldn’t take Kkuma, your little red sable fox-face pomeranian, along. Seokjin loves kids, too, but there’s something about your fondness with Hyo-rin that feels like a giant fist constantly jabbing on his chest, and he hates himself for it. He sometimes wonders if that’s supposed to be how one feels when they’re in a childless marriage for years, too. Setting the thought aside, he wandered through the kitchen and found a glass bowl filled with a selection of nuts– pecans, walnuts, and almonds, coated in glossy spiced sugar. He doesn’t like snacks that much, but he couldn’t resist popping a piece of pecan in his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction as the saccharine taste danced on his tongue. These will be great with wine and cheese, he thought. He leaned onto the counter and dialed your number.

“Hi, love,” you picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, I’m home…” Seokjin stated. “Did you take Kkuma with you?”

“I did, yeah… We’re coming home in a bit,” There was a hint of a smile in your voice. “Hyo-rin’s mom was kind enough to buy some toys for Kkuma, and she’s just getting them from their room.”

“Hmm, okay… I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he sighed. “Hurry up though, I’m so tired, I just want to lie down.” He whined.

~

Your breath hitched at the sight of your husband leaning onto the counter— hair a bit disheveled, exposing a bit of his forehead, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, exposing his veiny arms. Even in his exhausted state, you can’t deny that you hit the jackpot at the handsome husband lottery.

“Hey there, handsome…” Your eyes met and he gave you that eye-wrinkling smile that never fails to make you weak in the knees, before encasing your waist and pulling you close. His mouth captured yours in a tender kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, you felt him relax in your arms. He gave your lips a few more pecks before moving to your jaw, nuzzling the back of your ear, and snaking his hands underneath your shirt at the same time. The warm contact of his palms against your skin made you sigh in delight, “Mmm… I thought you were tired.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head as your husband’s kisses trailed down the side of your neck.

“I am, but you smell so good, babe…” he murmured against your skin. He was just about to kiss you on your lips again when an abrupt yelp coming from the direction of the floor caught his attention, followed by excited paws pitty-patting on his legs. You both broke away from each other, earning a giggle from you and a whine from Seokjin. “Yaahh, Kkuma…” he exclaimed, but crouched down and picked up your puppy anyway. “Way to ruin the mood, boy…” he cooed nuzzling on the little pooch’s neck.

You took that as your cue to go around the kitchen island and retrieved a can of cold beer for Seokjin. “Mama called earlier…” you started telling him about your mother-in-law. “She’s reminding us of the Fall Festival next week.”

“That’s next week?” He put Kkuma down and slumped down on one of the bar stools.

“Yeah, we promised we’re staying for the weekend, remember?” You popped the can open, handing it over to him.

Seokjin toyed with the rim of the beer can in deep thought, “When did we say that?”

“Oh my god, Jin? Seriously?” You rolled your eyes while moving around effortlessly in the kitchen retrieving things you’ll be needing to prepare for dinner. “Your mother was literally sitting on that chair last week when she mentioned that the halloween attraction park is opening again this year, you know, since they shut down two years ago.”

“… like Tulleys?” he quirked his eyebrow, recalling the family attraction farm you used to go to in the United Kingdom when you started traveling as a couple.

“Yes, babe. Like Tulleys, minus all the scary, halloween-y stuff. This one’s more on just the pumpkin patch and good food stuff.”

“Oh, for kids then…” he said dryly.

“No,” you sighed. “For grown-ups too. But hey, your brother said they’re staying over too,” you giggled excitedly at the thought of seeing Seokjin’s nephew again. “Which means, we can take Junho to the farm!”

“I doubt Seokmin is coming. His wife is always too busy with her clients,” he smirked.

“Huh…” You popped a cherry tomato in your mouth before leaning onto the counter seductively in front of your husband. “Wanna know the reason why your mother called earlier?” You asked in a low voice.

Seokjin almost choked on his beer, “Why do you have to talk about my mother in that manner? Yah!” His ears turned bright red before he fell into a fit of giggles. “Babe, what the fuck?”

“Sorry!” You couldn’t help but laugh along too. You composed yourself again before continuing, “I just wanted to prove you wrong, you know!” You went back to the other side of the kitchen and continued assembling your dinner, “Mama called earlier to tell us that Seokmin, Ana, and Junho flew in this morning.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah… she’s asking us if we can drive down sooner. Seems like she’s already too excited to wait for the weekend.”

“It’s only Wednesday though,” Seokjin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I know, that’s why I said I’ll check in with you first,” you said softly. “I know you’ve been busy lately.”

A few months ago, Seokjin has assumed the directorship role at the real estate company he’s working at, and has spent most of his time either stuck in meetings with developers and engineers or reviewing and signing contract after contract. Even at home, when he’s supposed to be resting and spending quality time with you, he finds himself reaching for his laptop or his iPad whenever he thinks something needs to be done. You on the other hand, have been doing well with freelance work, curating pieces for galleries that would require your expertise and keen eye for the arts. That’s how you tread the water on your relationship and keep your heads above the surface— you can ground him whenever his world spins a little bit too fast.

•••

You arrived at your in-laws’ house Saturday morning and to say that the countryside looks gorgeous enveloped in the colors of autumn is an understatement. The moment you stepped out of the car, Junho, Seokjin’s four-year-old nephew ran out to greet you, brown, orange and red leaves crunching underneath his little boots.

“Uncle Jin!!!” He ran straight into your husband’s waiting arms squealing as he picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Seokjin ran around the driveway with his nephew over his shoulder screaming along with the little boy gleefully.

“Yn…” Your mother-in-law greeted you with a fond smile before pulling you in for a hug. “How are you, sweetheart? Are you guys tired from the drive? Are you hungry?”

“No, Mama,” you linked your arm with hers as you walked back to the house. “We enjoyed the drive, the scenery took our breaths away.” You glanced back at Seokjin and Junho still playing outside. “Though your son is really craving haemul kalguksu. He wouldn’t stop talking about it on the way here.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “Did he talk to Seokmin? That boy is asking for the same thing!”

As if on cue, Seokjin’s older brother opened the front door for you. “Yah… I was wondering where my son has run off to,” he smiled.

“Aish… let them be,” your mother-in-law smacked the back of his head. “He hasn’t seen his uncle in a while…” She pushed past the door, with you still in her arms. “Come on, Seokmin. Shuck the clams and mussels, and I’m gonna get started on your kalguksu.”

~

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 02:30 AM and Seokjin still couldn’t will himself to sleep. You’ve been asleep for a while now, your back turned to him, cuddling another pillow. He’s still fuming over what transpired during dinner with his parents, his brother, and his brother’s family. You were doting on his nephew when his sister-in-law started throwing a barrage of questions your way. ‘Yn, are you pregnant? No? Oh. I thought you looked quite a bit… heavy.’ Ana was relentless with her snide remarks. ‘When are you planning to have a baby?’ ‘You can’t keep hogging my son whenever you have baby fever.’ ‘Okay, be honest— which one has infertility issues? Better get yourselves checked!’ ‘I can’t believe three years of barren marriage.’ Seokmin, extremely embarrassed by his wife’s behavior, scolded her, which led to Ana storming off, and their parents cutting the dinner short. You spent the evening helping your mother-in-law clearing up, and preparing the front porch for all the pumpkin decorations you’re picking up at the farm the next day, assuring Seokjin that Ana’s words did not affect you and that he should also just let it slide. He knew better though. He knew that the reason why you slept with your back turned to him, it’s because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

The following morning, your mother-in-law has informed you over breakfast that Seokmin and his family has already left to catch an earlier flight back to Jeju-do. Apparently, Ana was so embarrassed with what happened that she didn’t have the guts to face you, but that shouldn’t dampen the mood and change your plans for the day— which you happily agreed. Your agenda for the day is to go to a pumpkin patch and grab everything you could get your hands on to decorate with. Your excitement is through the roof because you’re not just going to an ordinary pumpkin patch, you’re talking about 90 acres of farmland all prepped up with dozens of pumpkin varieties, just for this festive season.

“Seokjin, how many pumpkins do you think you can load up in your trunk? Your Dad and I are bringing the truck.”

“I thought we were riding with you in the truck?”

“Babe, Mama’s asking—“

“I’m asking because you have to bring enough back home to the city to decorate with!” Your mother-in-law shrieked.

“Meh…” he shrugged. “Can probably fit half a dozen in the trunk.”

“What are you gonna do with just half a dozen? Pumpkin pie?” your father-in-law teased.

“We can fill the backseat, Papa, it’s fine.” You waved your hand dismissively.

“What? No. The backseat is real leather,” Seokjin argued.

The chair screeched as your father-in-law stood up and rounded the table, patting Seokjin on the shoulders, “Son… happy wife, happy life.” He chuckled before fishing the car keys from the decorative bowl on the counter. “Let’s go, everyone.”

•••

The farm was buzzing with people. At the entrance, you were given a large wheelbarrow and a pruner, and then off you went to explore the patch to pick your own pumpkins. There were live roaming characters dressed as enchantress and fairies, playing with the kids around, and in the distance, you could hear the live band coming from the streetfood tent. Seokjin promised his Dad that you’re all going to try the pumpkin draft beer after pumpkin-picking.

“How much are these pumpkins? This one’s heavy!” Seokjin struggled to load the biggest one you’ve picked up so far on the wheelbarrow. “Are they gonna weigh these things?”

“They have size rings that will determine the price later on.” Just when you crouched down to nip another silly-looking gourd from the ground, you heard two small voices arguing from behind you.

“Mina, let me do it!”

“No, let me! Let me!”

“I’m older than you!”

“But I’m stronger!”

Seokjin watched you approach the two little girls arguing over who’s gonna pick the pumpkin with their bare hands, and he felt that pang in his chest again. The same one he feels whenever he sees you play with the neighbor’s kids, play with his nephew, and sometimes even when you’re just playing with Kkuma. You love kids, and you have that certain nurturing air in you that makes him one hundred percent believe that you’re gonna be a great mother one day. Before you got married, you have talked about having kids in the near future, and since you’re the eldest child amongst 6 siblings, you’ve always been vocal to him about having a big family too. Seokjin, being the youngest child, is used to being spoiled rotten, but things took a turn when he met you. He had to man up– especially when he met your five brothers, who albeit all younger than you, could easily take him down if he made one mistake. He had to prove to them that he could take care of you and give you everything your heart desires.

His train of thoughts was interrupted when he saw a man approach you– most likely the children’s father. He thought nothing of it until he saw the glint of recognition in the man’s eyes, his boxy grin was a dead giveaway too. The next thing he knew, you’re waving him over to where you were standing before making the introductions.

“This is my husband, Seokjin…” you beamed, linking your arm around his.

“Hey man…” Seokjin extended his hand.

“Taehyung. Nice to meet you,” he took his extended hand in firm grip. “Wow, I can’t believe out of all the galleries and exhibits we could’ve run into each other, we find ourselves at a pumpkin patch.” Taehyung regarded you after letting go of Seokjin’s hand.

Taehyung. Galleries. Exhibits. Something finally clicked in Seokjin’s mind. This is Kim Taehyung, the artist. Kim Taehyung, your ex boyfriend.

“I know!” You exclaimed. “You have beautiful kids, Tae.” You smiled fondly at the girls who were busy choosing which pumpkin to pick next.

“Thank you! Ah, they’re quite a handful, but it’s been great.” He chuckled. “How about you, guys? Did you come with your kids?”

“Oh no, we’re here with our parents.” You looked around, “They’re around here somewhere.”

“Oh nice, nice…” Taehyung nodded. “Are you still curating? Or…?”

“Yeah, I am! I mostly work freelance now though, but it’s been good. I get a lot of consultations from clients.”

“That’s cool!” One of Taehyung’s daughters waved him over to look at the pumpkin they had chosen. “Well, I guess that’s my cue to get going. I’ll see you around? Maybe we can work together pretty soon!”

“Sure, Tae!”

“Hey, nice to meet you again, man.” Taehyung raised a salute to Seokjin before walking away.

~~

Seokjin had just finished loading up your car with the last pumpkin when you stepped out of the house with your mother-in-law, bearing a basketful of side dishes and fresh herbs harvested from her garden. You figured you would leave early in the afternoon so you can make it back home just in time before sunset.

Seokjin kissed his mother goodbye, promising he would call her as soon as you made it home.

It was a smooth drive, with little to no traffic along the way. The moment you hit the highway, you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a small bag of sour gummy worms that you’ve been saving for the drive. Seokjin was unusually quiet, a tell that he’s exhausted. The only sound in the car is the soft hum of the radio tuned into a random station. You retrieved a piece of the sweet treat and offered it to your husband by attempting to feed it to him yourself. “Open, please. Ahhh,” you opened your mouth wide, willing him to copy you. Seokjin shook his head and avoided the candy. “You don’t want one? But these are your favorite,” you pouted.

“Not hungry,” he answered dryly.

“This isn’t supposed to be a meal, silly!” You giggled, popping the candy into your mouth instead. “I had fun today,” you smiled. “I’m tired though, let’s not unload the pumpkins tonight. Let’s deal with them tomorrow.”

Seokjin nodded.

“Yoongi texted me earlier, asking if he could keep Kkuma for the weekend. Apparently Jimin and Jungkook hogged him all day and he didn’t get some quality time with his quote-unquote nephew.” You laughed thinking about how indifferent your younger brother is, but goes so soft for anything with fur and paws.

Seokjin just nodded again, uninterested.

“We’re lucky Joon and Hobi are both out of town, otherwise, they might ask to keep Kkuma for an entire week.”

“Yn, can you just…” he started, irritated. “Will you please keep quiet for a minute, I’m trying to concentrate on the road here.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry,” you bit your bottom lip and sank down on your seat. You heaved a deep sigh before looking out the window, staying quiet during the entire drive.

•••

“Are you working? I thought you’re tired?”

You looked up from your iPad when you heard your husband’s voice. His side of the bed dipped as he sat down, dressed in boxer shorts and plain white shirt; hair still damp from the shower.

“I’m just checking a few things and trying to work on my calendar next week,” you replied. Seokjin scoffed and it made your eyebrows raise; what has gotten into him?

“So you can fit Kim Taehyung into your schedule?” He asked bitterly.

“What?” Did you hear that right? You placed your iPad down on the night stand and sat up straight in bed, waiting for Seokjin to turn around.

“He’s your ex, right? The artist, Kim Taehyung? He wants you to work with him, right?” Seokjin’s voice trembled. “Go ahead, make time for him. You can—“

“Seokjin, why are you bringing this up?” You’re beginning to get irritated. “Why are we having this conversation? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Silence.

“Is that the reason why you were all snappy at me in the car? Because of a happily-married man with two daughters, that I happened to bump into earlier today?”

Seokjin hung his head low, both hands gripping the side of the mattress, back still turned on you.

“What has gotten into you?” You rolled your eyes. “Gosh, you’re not usually—“ Your words were cut off when you heard your husband sniff. “Jin?” You crawled across the bed to his side, your irritation suddenly replaced by concern. “Babe…” You hugged him from the back and rested your chin on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” You planted a kiss on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

The look on Seokjin’s face when he finally turned to look at you made your heart clench. His nose and cheeks were flushed, and his eyes pooled with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Yn…”

“What? Why?” You reached out and wiped the fresh tear that streamed down his face with your thumb.

“I’m sorry that until now, we don’t have the family you’ve always dreamed of,” Seokjin sighed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you a child. Maybe if you ended up with Taehyung, those kids could have been yours.”

“Jin, I—“ you wanted to say something but Seokjin is speaking a thousand words per minute at this point, trying to lay everything out on the table.

“I know you’ve always wanted kids. You want a big family, and I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me, babe. I want to have kids with you, but it’s just so frustrating.” Seokjin’s tears fell freely on his face and he was quick to wipe them away. “You know how much it crushed me as I watched you sit there at the dining table last night, listening to every word that came out of Ana’s mouth? Because it’s true— we have a barren marriage, and I feel like it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Sshh…” You kneeled on the bed and moved directly next to him to get a better angle. “It’s okay, babe. There’s nothing wrong with you,” you soothed him. “We both know that. We’ve been to the doctors, we’re both healthy. It’s just not the time yet, okay?” You cradled Seokjin’s face gently between your palms. “Look at me, Jin.” He looked at you as if you hold the whole universe in your hands. You’ve never seen your husband break down like this before except three years ago, as he watched you walk down the aisle. But this one’s different— this one is full of pain and regrets, and you don’t like it one bit. “I love you, okay? Who cares if we can’t have kids? Maybe—“

“But I promised you everything in the world…”

“You have already given me so much, Seokjin…”

“Is it enough, though?” He asked softly, eyes pleading.

You don’t know what triggered his insecurities like this. You know your husband well— he’s confident, intelligent, and secured. He’s selfless, considerate, and always puts you first. His busy schedule and workaholic nature has never been an issue in your marriage as you balance each other perfectly well. During the first year of your marriage, you have already been trying for a baby. One year became two years, but still no luck. None of you had any infertility issues, but the stress due to your careers made it impossible for both of you to fall into the correct rhythm. You looked back on the past seven years you have been together as a couple, and although there were a few bumps and pebbles along the way, you’ve always managed to overcome them. Looking at Seokjin in his most vulnerable state yet made your stomach flip and your heart ache. You knew deep in your heart that it’s enough— he’s more than enough, and you could not ask for a better life partner than him.

“It is, Jin…” You reached out and crossed the space between you, capturing his mouth with yours in a lingering kiss. “You are enough. You are more than enough for me,” you whispered against his lips. You moved to straddle him on the bed, and just like clockwork, he encased you in his embrace and pulled you closer up against him. Once you’re settled on his lap, you deepened the kiss while running your fingers through his hair. Seokjin moaned against your lips, hands coming up underneath your tanktop.

“Let me see you…” he murmured against your jaw.

“Undress me,” you replied while craning your neck, giving him more access, as he nipped and sucked purple bruises on your skin.

Seokjin didn’t need to be told twice, he yanked your tanktop up and over your head, making your breasts bounce in the process. “Oh fuck,” he tossed the material aside before leaning down to capture one of your mounds in his mouth, kneading the other one with his palm.

You moaned at the sensation his ministrations were giving you and you started grinding on his lap, gradually feeling him getting hard against your core. You could already feel your wetness pooling between your legs at the friction between your bodies, and with the pair of lacy material you have on, there’s no doubt you’re staining your husband’s boxer shorts already. Seokjin’s hands roamed around your body, and with one swift motion, you already found yourself lying on your back underneath your husband whose already making his way down your body, trailing his tongue from your sternum, to your belly button, to the part where you needed him the most.

You couldn’t remember most of what happened throughout the night. All you could remember was how Seokjin reminded you over and over again how much he loves you, and vice versa. You fell asleep within each other’s embrace that night, not caring if both of you were sweaty and out of breath. All that mattered to you was that you’re with each other.

~~

You woke up the next morning, smiling to yourself despite the soreness between your legs. Seokjin is no longer next to you, and you figured he’s already left for work, considering it’s already almost nine o’clock. You were just about to get out of bed when the door flew open, revealing your husband in nothing but his pajama bottoms. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor with how gorgeous he is, broad shoulders and all.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed you firmly on the lips. “I made breakfast.” He smiled proudly.

“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Despite the context of your question, you couldn’t help but reach out and lovingly play with your husband’s slightly wavy hair. He’s been growing his hair lately and you’re loving it on him already.

“Nope!” He said, putting emphasis on the ‘p’ with a pop. “I’m taking a break for a while. I’ve already notified the office this morning while you were still dreaming.”

“That’s great, babe!”

“I know…” Seokjin kissed you again. “Why don’t we…” another kiss, “continue…” another kiss, “what we started last night?”

“Mmm… I’d love that…” you replied, rubbing your nose against his. “But I’m hungry…”

Seokjin burst out laughing at your brutal honesty— the obnoxious windshield wiper-sounding laugh you love so much. “Okay, come on. Breakfast is ready…” With one swift motion, he’s already wrapping your naked body up in a blanket and carrying you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You squealed.

“No!” Seokjin laughed as he adjusted your body on his shoulder, before making his way out of the room and down the stairs. “Better save your energy, my love. I have the entire month off, and we will be making babies everyday, I promise.”

•••

Time Skip: Fall 2023

Can you please do an idol jk fanfic that he used to date experienced and older girls in the past but can't help to fall in love with younger and innocent girl love you

sum ; jungkook falls in love with the most innocent person he's ever met

wc / genre ; 1.1k, fluff, f2l

pair ; idol!jungkook x reader

saisy ; thank you for requesting this! it was a really cute idea! i hope i did it justice!

Jungkook put on his jacket before turning to you and giving you a small wink. You giggled and sent one back.

Something in his heart fluttered but he wasn't sure what it was. It wasn't the first time either. Throughout the days you've been with him on his tour his heart has been fluttering.

He first told Jimin about it but that was no help. All he received was, "You like mature and older girl not innocent ones."

But Jungkook knew something was different about you. You would spend days reading a book and playing on your phone. Sometimes doing your make up and finding new clothes to wear.

You definitely wouldn't be stuck under him and squirming around while struggling to say his name. You just weren't like that.

You never even had your first kiss. Never been touched, except hugs but that's it.

Jungkook first met you at a small cafe. The cafe was full and there were no seats. He was a bit hesitant to approach you because of his fame but he did anyway.

You welcomed him and made sure he had enough space to sit and enjoy his coffee. Jungkook admired how you cared for people and how you didn't mind someone sitting by you.

You listened to his performance and enjoyed the song. You knew all the words, swaying left and right to the beat. You felt comforted by Jungkook's voice.

The rest of the boys went on stage leaving you with the staff. You didn't really talk to them so you went on your phone and scrolled through it while enjoying the music blasting through the speakers.

Soon the boys were back after the concert finished. You got up and helped Jungkook change his clothes and get cooled down. He was sweating so much, it made him look hot?

You swallowed your spit and looked away from him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You inhaled, looking at the floor. "Nothing." You never had that thought before.

Sure Jungkook was handsome but the thought of you calling him hot was different.

"Let's go to dinner, hm?" You nodded but stopped when he grabbed your hand.

"We're going to dinner." Jungkook told the staff. The staff looked at you before nodding and letting him go.

Jungkook took you to his hotel room. It was the most secure and private place he knew of. You weren't nervous because you didn't think anything would happen.

But...

Jungkook said he would shower and then order some dinner. You were fine with it until he walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips.

No shirt or pants.

You looked away with blush painted on your cheeks. You felt the bed beside you shift.

Thinking he put some clothes on you turned his way. You gasped when you were met with his chest in your face. Again heat rushed to your face.

Jungkook cupped your face and brought his close to yours. A tiny whimper left your mouth as you got nervous.

"Nervous?" You felt his breath fan over your lips causing a tiny desire to feel his lips on yours. But, you couldn't. He was a famous singer who had many fans and you, you were just a sweet innocent girl.

"Jungkook we shou-" but his lips beat you. They felt soft and heavenly. Something about the kiss ignited something in you. It was something you never felt before.

In the heat of the moment, you accidentally bit his bottom lip. You pulled away, embarrassed that you messed up and that he would be upset.

"Hey." You looked at him embarrassed. "It's okay, hm? You... uhm... never kissed anyone before. It's a common mistake."

The comment made you blush even more. You threw yourself into his chest and filled with heat. You felt like you were on fire and no matter how much water you poured on it, it wouldn't blow out.

"I have to go." You said quickly and grabbed your bag. The embarrassment was too much for you.

"No!" A stopped midway and looked at Jungkook. He looked desperate. There was something you had never seen before.

"I I- you can't go." You looked at Jungkook confused. "Why?" Jungkook stood up and grabbed your shoulders. He looked at you firmly before taking a breath.

"I haven't done what I was gonna do."

"And what were you gonna do?"

Jungkook gulped. He looked nervous. That was something you never saw Jungkook be. It was unlikely to be nervous around you.

"I was gonna confess my love for you."

And... your world became bright again. Your heart fluttered in a way it never fluttered before. Butterflies were flying in your stomach. Your face was red like someone grabbed red paint and spread it over your face.

"What?" You wanted to make sure you heard him right. You couldn't have, right?

"Look, you don't have to be with me but I love you. The day I met you I fell in love with you. The way you smiled, talked, and made sure I was able to enjoy my coffee in comfort. I normally went for more mature girls but something about you caught my attention. All the other girls wanted was to be under me, but you didn't. You read books to me and asked me which clothes I liked better. You made me fall for you and now I can't stop thinking about you."

You were more than surprised. You didn't think a celebrity could and would fall in love with you but you guess you were wrong.

"Jungkook I-" Jungkook pecked your lips once more before turning away.

"As I said, you don't have to love me back, I just wanted you to know."

But, you wanted to love him back. You wanted to share kisses with him and make sure he was cared for.

"But I do." Jungkook stopped his pacing around the room. His back was still towards you. "I do want to love you."

Jungkook turned slowly around. His whole body was visible, you tried not to look but it was hard. You closed your eyes and sighed.

When you opened them he was right in front of you.

"You love me?" You nodded. Jungkook brought his hands to your cheeks again and brought his face forward. You thought he was gonna kiss you again but instead he kissed your forehead.

"I love you too." You let out a giggle. "Tell me something new."

Jungkook smiled. "Your lips aren't virgin anymore." The sudden realization hit you. Another red layer crept up your cheeks again. A pout fell on your lips.

Jungkook pecked it before pulling your body to his. "Can we stay like this for a little bit?" You nodded and cradled him in your arms.

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summary: When asked what you wanted to do with your life when you were seven years old, you told your teacher you wanted to be a rocket scientist. More specifically, that you wanted to dance on the moon. Little did you know, years down the line, how far from that your reality would be. Far from dancing among the stars, you find yourself struggling after losing the love of your life to someone else, working two jobs just to get by, and trying to take care of the one good thing that came out of your fractured relationship – your little girl.

What you don’t realize, and often hate to admit, is that everyone needs a little help sometimes. That everyone needs someone to help take care of them sometimes. That it’s not just children that need that help.

So, no, you may not dance among the stars, but maybe with a little help from your new neighbor Hoseok, you can remember what it feels like to dance in the light of the sun.

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

rating: pg13

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

tropes: dance teacher au, neighbors au, single parent (reader) au, slow burn, slow build

warnings (to be updated/modified later): swearing, hurt/comfort, talk of sex (non-explicit), talk of loss, talk of past relationships, struggles with motherhood and being a single parent, talk of bullying, preteen angst, talk of an autoimmune disease/condition (alopecia areata), custody battles, mentally/emotionally abusive exes/fathers, bisexual characters

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status: complete ✅

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Key

📝 = written chapter

📝📱 = partially written chapter with text conversations/photos

Social media profiles

Y/N, Friends, & Acquaintances

Hobi, Friends, & Acquaintances

Key Places & Aesthetics

Chapters

Introduction 📝

1. Day in the Life

2. Work Work Work 📝

3. Neighbors

4. Apartment 313 📝

5. Olive

6. Yohan

7. Dirty Laundry 📝

8. Agust D

9. A Little Help… 📝📱

10. Blind

11. Pizza Party 📝📱

12. An Unexpected Call

13. Whenever

14. Hope 📝📱

15. Dance Dance

16. Iseul

17. Eomma Night 📝

18. Defense Mechanism

19. Loyalty 📝

20. IT’S HAPPENING

21. #NotADate 📝

22. Truth Hurts

23. Love u a Little 😘

24. Love Language 📝

25. Quality Time

26. Eomma Support

27. Stay 📝

28. All Planned Out

29. Always 📝📱

30. Cozy 🥰

31. Teasing

32. Okay 📝

33.1 News

33.2 Celebration

34. Home 📝📱

The End.

EXTRAS

Binna’s First Wig (pg)

I swear I can totally see Jk just following him around whining for a rematch and then Joon just letting him win the next round 😭

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Sentence: Is she better than me?

Mafia + Hybrid AU. Minor angst and major fluff!

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"Is she better than me?" You wonder quietly from your spot on the small couch in his office, immediately making him stop any movements at his desk.

"What?" He asks, unsure what you're getting at as he lifts his gaze to look at you.

"She.. His hybrid was trained with, you know, guns. She can protect herself and even him too!" You whine almost. "She's a proper guardian.. you know. She's what a German shepherd hybrid was supposed to be like." You continue, feeling his eyes on you. "Not.. soft and weak like me." You finish your rant, silence swallowing the room whole for a good moment.

"Come here, love." He sighs, moving his chair a bit away from his desk as he pats his thigh as an invitation. You take ot, albeit a bit hesitant at first, unable to properly look at him.

He's quiet, one of his hands keeping you steady while the other pushes the hem of your dress down your shoulder, thumb running over three dot-shaped scars. "You're very soft, that's true." He smiles before leaning forwards to kiss the scars, adjusting your dress properly again right after. "But you're not weak. You've protected me too, after all." He reminds you, and you shrug.

"I didn't really do anything though.." you argue weakly, making him softly smack your back once.

"You looked those people straight into their eyes and didn't move at all." He recites the past event. "You were my little heroine that day. Without you, I wouldn't be here." He tells you, and you shrug.

"But- don't you get tired of always making sure I'm fine?" You wonder, and he laughs, kissing your forehead.

"Never."

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Butterflies

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FLUFF + Strangers to Lovers + Woozi from Seventeen playing matchmaker

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: Requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration! 

Yoongi was exhausted. His feet were dragging along the tile floors of the Hybe building, eyes blinking slowly as he tried to get his bearings after his international flight. The jet lag was kicking his ass, but his upcoming deadline for the project he was working on made him choose coming to the studio rather than passing out at home.  

Hearing two voices he wasn’t used to, he squinted down the hall, seeing Woozi laughing with someone outside of his studio door. Yoongi frowned, wondering what the producer from Seventeen was doing on the BTS floor. Woozi noticed Yoongi standing there with a confused expression on his face, giving his hyung a small head nod as a greeting.

“Hyung, what are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?” Woozi asked. Yoongi watched as the girl he was with turned to look at who Woozi was talking to.

“I, uh, guess I got off on the wrong floor,” Yoongi murmured, eyes never leaving the mysterious girl’s shocked expression as she stood frozen in place next to Woozi.

“Oh, well, maybe get some rest, hyung,” Woozi chuckled, opening his studio door for the girl to follow him inside. Yoongi took a step forward, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He didn’t want the girl to leave. He wanted to know her name, know her story. The door to Woozi’s studio closed.

Yoongi knew he had to see you again.

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