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If you want to get all up in your Jin feels, then boy do I have a fic for you! @joyfulhopelox you are the BEST.

i wish you knew | ksj

Pairing: Jin x reader (lovers to exes to lovers! au)

Genre: angst, with a bit of fluff

Warnings: just tears

Rating: g

Wordcount: 1.2k

This is a drabble requested by the wonderful @delacyrose224 I had a hard time writing this, because of personal reasons. I took this request to heart and I put my heart out there with this. I hope you like it (the author may have cried whilst writing this). I can only hope i made it justice.

Prompt: Taylor Swift- I wish you would

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓

𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕

𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅

Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!

It was a whirlwind romance. A romance that struck you like a car crash; a romance that took your breath away. It was the warmth of his embrace, the look in his eyes, the way he held you in his arms. The sound of his voice as he hummed along to the song playing on the radio. It was during those warm summer evenings that he’d take you out for a drive, fingers linked tightly, promising to never let go. It was those memories that had you holding onto hope, your ears perked up listening for the sound of his car. He would be passing by any second. Any second now you would see the headlights passing by your window, and the familiar thrum of the engine calling you out like it did before.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” His whisper barely reached your ears, as he held you tightly in his arms. Moulding into him, you sighed in contentment, your fingers raked through his hair, massaging his scalp. Humming deep in thought, you finally responded, your voice too, barely above a whisper. “And how do you see me?” You shifted your position to your side, briefly detangling yourself from his hold to glance at him. He looked flushed, a small dusting of red across the apples of his cheeks. His plush lips curled into a smile.

“I see you as I see air.” He softly answered, his fingers languidly brushing against your back earning a soft mewl from you. Scooting closer to his warmth and letting yourself be enveloped into his arms completely, you lightly pinched his arm in disapproval. Jin’s overdramatic cry of pain was followed by his fingers slightly digging into your ribs, the place where he knew you were ticklish. Your squeals of laughter echoed through the night, the sound of your happiness filling his heart with adoration. “So you mean to say I am invisible?” You reply after you finally managed to get him to stop. Huffing in mock anger you squirm into his hold, trying to move yourself away from him. Laughing at your attempt to push him away, his arms tighten their grip bringing you closer, your face smushed into his chest. You wanted to protest, but his musky scent enveloping your senses was what you needed. Grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt you began to relax into him with a sigh of satisfaction

“No, love. Never.” His fingers resumed stroking down your back, this time drawing random patterns. “Air is precious; without air I cannot breathe; without air I cannot be alive; without air nothing on this planet would be possible.” He kissed the top of your head. His confession made you pause, your breath caught in your throat, tears welling up in your eyes. Burying your face deeper into him, you let out a staggered breath. “That is what you are to me. My sole reason for existence.” He carried on, his hands now at the nape of your throat, fingers tangled in your hair.

You knew that no matter how much you waited, the car would never drive by. His hand would never hold yours, and the more he became your air, the less you became his.

Curling up under the covers, your heart in tatters next to you, you sobbed. You sobbed for yourself, you sobbed for him, you sobbed for the both of you. You cried your heart out into the night, your body unable to move. The pain of what will never be, paralysing you. You ached with need; the need to call him like you used to and tell him about your day; the need to be embraced by him as you cried lying on his chest; the need to tell him that you were okay. That it hurt, but you would be okay. But you knew you’d only be lying to yourself. Nothing would be okay. Not whilst your skin carried the shadow of his kisses. The phantom touches in the shape of his hands that you felt on your body made you uncomfortable. You wanted to get rid of those memories, you wanted to get rid of any thought of him. But how could you, when he was part of you and everything that you did. You fell deep and fast; you crashed hard and painful.

Life is never simple. Life doesn’t care about the wishes of two young lovers. Life doesn’t stop just because you want to hold his hand forever. Just like the heat of the summer, your fire dwindled to a steady heat. Like the remnants of a bonfire, your flame became hot coals. A summer was not enough to keep your love burning, and the scare of your first fight reduced it to smoke in an instant.

“I wish we'd never met.” You’d never thought you would ever end up saying those dreadful words. You could feel the lump in your throat that followed them. The familiar sting of tears gathering in your eyes forced you to blink in an attempt to keep them at bay. You couldn’t let them fall, not now, you would cry after this was over. But the finality of your thoughts broke your resolve, and with a hiccup you let the dam break. Through the hot tears you could see Jin’s agony painted across his face, his eyes glazed. You closed your eyes tightly, knowing that if you chanced another glance at him you’d end up shattering at his feet.

“I wish you’d never said that.” His pained voice cut the last string holding you together, and for one last time, you let yourself seek comfort into his embrace.

You had been staring at the name flashing across your screen for so long your eyes had started to sting. For the hundredth time, you reached your hand out for the phone, steeling yourself for the conversation you were about to have. For the hundredth time you paused, your finger ghosting over the answer button. You sighed as a lone tear ran down your face, the hand ready to pick up the phone dropping back onto the bed. You weren’t strong enough to have this conversation with him. You knew what you’d done to warrant his incessant calls, the memory of the letter you left him that morning ingrained in your brain, burnt into your heart.

The vibrations of your phone died, and with it so did your hope. Staring at the black screen, thoughts whirling through your head like a tornado, you bit your lip. The tears wouldn’t stop, chasing after each other on the planes of your cheeks; and just like that something in you shifted. You felt it then, the warmth of it, it grew until it enveloped you whole. When you finally picked up the phone and dialled the number tattooed on your heart, your hand wasn’t trembling anymore and the tears had stopped.

“Seokjin.”

‘I wish you knew how much I miss you. I wish you knew how much I still love you.’

drabbles masterlist

Mr. Roboto

-Pairing: Shadow Hacker!Jin x Criminal!reader

-Words: 8.7k

-Rating/Warnings: SFW, cursing, kidnapping, terrible family dynamics, theft, physical violence

-Author's Note: Here it is, my part of the Seven Tales Collab! Please check out the other authors' works: @moon-write, @alpacaparkaseok, @btsrunmylife, @sor-vette, @btsroyalwilds!

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“Just a little closer…”

The screen in front of Jin adjusts to show more of what looks like a rather complicated lock on a safe, the key based on patterns rather than the usual numeric system. He stretches his hands out in front of him, fingers intertwined while a small smirk makes its way across his face.

Easy.

“Jeon? You still with me?” He speaks into his headset, making sure the muscle behind the operation is ready to go.

“Yeah, what do I do?” The younger man’s voice crackles through Jin’s headphones.

“Stick some gloves on first, you don’t want fingerprints traced back to you. After, I want you to take your index finger and spell out the word ‘Tomorrow’ without picking your finger off the interface. The letter t needs to start from the bottom of the screen, not the top.”

There’s a pause over the headset and no movement occurs on the screen in front of Jin.

“Did you run the system that fast?”

“I hacked security footage earlier today…I couldn’t zoom in enough to get a clear picture of what they were actually spelling, but I’m 99% sure I’m right.” He doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness that creeps into his voice. By watching each person that had accessed the safe room and knowing the name of the company, he could make an educated guess of what they were spelling.

Tomorrow Inc.

Tomorrow.

Really, could they be any more obvious and dense? Would he ever be challenged?

Jin watches as Jeon Jungkook swiftly swipes the word ‘tomorrow’ into the system, a green light and a small beep indicating that the safe has been opened. Jungkook opens the door wide enough to slide into the room beyond.

“Okay, Jeon, you’re going to want to-”

“I’ve had about enough of your insistent buzzing in my ear, nerd. I got into the safe, you did your part. Goodbye.” The feed on the computer screen in front of Jin goes black, and all he hears is static.

“Jeon? Jeon?”

Jin grabs his headset and hurls it across the room, breaking it into pieces and growling out one expletive.

“You ASSHOLE!”

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Working with Jungkook scratches his team off Jin’s list…never again. He refused to work with incompetent assholes that thought they were better than him because they were all muscle. Without his expertise, they never would have been able to break into Tomorrow Inc. and steal…whatever the hell they were after. Jin didn’t care, and didn’t ask questions, as long as his salary was promptly wired over to him.

He dumped his headset in the trash and went to the storage closet, rummaging through it until he found a replica of the one he’d just tossed-one of about 25 sitting gathering dust. He smirked as he looked at them all…roughly 9.75 trillion won stacked in his closet, all because he tended to have a short temper when dealing with idiots who didn’t respect him. Rather like his family.

“Kim Seokjin, are you ever going to take this seriously?” His father looks at him across his desk while Jin slouches in a chair.

“Why should I? We both know Dae-Hyun is going to take over the business. He’s older.” A dark scowl colors the younger man’s face.

“Yes, but you still have a role to play. Dae-Hyun may be the future CEO, but you could easily be the CFO, or any other role you want to have.” Jin’s father pushes back from his desk and stands. “Please, just tell me you’ll think about it. And try.”

Jin’s scowl becomes etched deeper into his face. “I hate this company, and I want nothing to do with it.” He stands to leave, but as he grabs the door handle, Dae-Hyun strides in with a smug look on his face. “What do you want, oh perfect-brother-of-mine?”

Dae-Hyun claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, forcefully steering him back to his seat.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to be here for this one, baby brother.” The smug look turns into a full on sneer.

“Father, did you know that our very own Kim Seokjin has been embezzling company funds into his own personal bank account?” Dae-Hyun crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking pleased with himself.

Jin pales, but not because he’s ashamed of what he’s done. He’s ashamed that he was discovered this easily, and by his dunce of an older brother. He’s also surprised that his father doesn’t look angry, just disappointed.

“Dae-Hyun, you know this means you won’t be able to take over Kim Enterprises just yet, yes? I’ll have to clean up the mess your brother made, and we’ll have to do a lot of work to get the company back up. Once the press gets hold of the news of embezzlement from within the family, there’s no telling what we’ll have to deal with.”

Dae-Hyun’s face falls, and it’s Jin’s turn to sneer.

“Pleased now, you giant suckup?”

His older brother moves as if to strike him across the face, but before he gets too far, their father is grasping him by the wrist. He looks sadly across the room at his youngest son.

“You’ve done enough, Seokjin. You need to leave.”

And that’s how Jin had ended up here…a hole in the wall apartment, eating ramyeon on the couch after being paid a cool two million won for assisting Jungkook’s team with whatever they were after. It wasn’t a bad life, honestly. The business world had bored him to tears, he wanted nothing to do with running his father’s company, and now he got the ultimate rush from helping crime organizations do their dirty work as their ‘man in the chair’. Sure, he’d broken all ties with his family, but he’d never been close with them in the first place. Being alone and having only one close friend to speak of was how he liked things.

His motto? High thrills, low risk.

And it didn’t hurt that the money he’d embezzled from his father’s company was still sitting in his bank account. That too.

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Meanwhile across town, you’ve received word that you’re being hired out by a large crime syndicate to help steal the newest art installation that’s about to open at the Hangaram Art Museum. You glance through your electronic dossier, skimming through to see what you’re after. You hope it’s something exciting, but it’s just some modern family relic of some sort that’s worth a ton because of how much the family’s worth. You’d much prefer something from the Impressionist period, but the syndicate’s paying you well, so you keep your mouth shut and accept what you’re given.

It seems like the team is small that they’ve put together…tiny, even. You’re used to working with snipers, musclemen, the works. But the only people working this case are you and some hacker dude they’ve hired to help take down the security system. Either they must think the job’s a piece of cake, or they want to keep things hush hush. You suppose you’ll find out when you case the joint the next day, with your partner on headset for an extra set of eyes on possible security setup.

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“Hello? Anyone there?” You tap on your earpiece made to look like headphones.

“Yeah, I’m here, stop tapping on the merchandise, it sounds ten times louder on my end!” A male’s irritated voice comes through the speaker, clear as day. However, you’re the only one able to hear it.

“Okay, mister grumpypants. Hands off the fancy tech. Got it. What’s your name, anyway? I always like to know who I’m working with.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? You haven’t told me your name,” he snaps.

“Touchy, touchy. Since you won’t tell me your name, you don’t get to know mine…I think that’s fair.”

You hear rustling on the other end, silence, and then finally he speaks up again.

“Don’t you people have codenames or something?”

“You people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Up to this point, you’d enjoyed mildly aggravating this stranger on a headset you couldn’t see, but now it just felt like he was being difficult on purpose. How were you ever going to be able to work together if he wouldn’t even tell you his name?

“Like the people on the ground doing the dirty work, don’t you have a codename since you’re an agent for a crime org?”

You sigh, but then compose yourself. “You can call me Seurat.” Through your aggravation, a small smirk makes its way to your face.

“Seurat? Like the artist? Why?” You can imagine the man’s brows furrowing together in confusion.

“You ever watch the news? That was me who landed that piece last month.”

He gives a low whistle. “I’m impressed, Seurat. Call me Mr. Roboto.”

You can’t help the snort that comes flying out of your mouth, though you quickly attempt to turn it into a cough when fellow museum-goers start to look at you strangely.

“Do you have a problem with that?” The man’s voice drips with derision.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got some emotions under that hard exterior, Kilroy. I think I’ll stick to that as your name.”

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Jin pushes back from his monitor, exasperated. He had been initially excited to work on this new project-an art heist was new for him, and he welcomed the challenge. What he wasn’t expecting was to be paired with a partner who ran incessant commentary about every single thing she looked at, asked a ton of questions, and just generally was annoying.

First she insisted on calling him Kilroy, then she gave him a running art history lesson on Impressionism, finally going downstairs to where the art installation would be.

From what he could tell, security was pretty tight. Any back storage rooms would have keycard access, and from the brief sweep past the security desk you had managed, it also looked like there was some sort of numerical keypad coding and handprint scan behind the keycard swipe.

Why had the org who hired him only put two people in charge of the project when from his calculations, five would be reasonable, if not more? He sets his questions aside as he’s distracted by a loud buzzing sound coming from the burner phone he’d been provided by the company as a means to communicate with his partner outside of when she was in the museum.

Unknown (7:35 PM): Hey Kilroy, it’s Seurat.

Jin laughs quietly at your nicknames for each other, though he’d never tell you he thought you were funny…he somehow just knew he’d never hear the end of it if he did.

He sends off a response, wondering what’s prompted you to text him in the first place.

7:39 PM: You are the only one who has this number, so I used my big brain to figure out who it was. Do you need something?

Seurat (7:45 PM): Not really. Just thought I’d bother you until you actually told me your name.

7:51 PM: Nice try, but no. Did you manage to figure out a way to get into that fancy gala they’re having in a few days?

Seurat (8:03 PM): Leave it to me, pretty boy…I’ll just bat my lashes and get us right in the door.

Jin shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red from your words.

8:09 PM: You think I’m pretty?

He sends off his response before he can overthink it too much.

Seurat (8:17 PM): I can only imagine based on your voice, I’m sure you’ve got tons of ladies just begging for your attention…

Jin’s ears may emit steam with how red they are at this point, and he’s thoroughly embarrassed.

Seurat (8:19 PM): I mean…who doesn’t want a guy who doesn’t ever see the light of day and refuses to tell anyone his name? Sign me up!

8:23 PM: Screw you.

He tosses his phone away, annoyed with the whole conversation. How had she figured out how to get under his skin so quickly?

As he watches tv and later gets ready for bed, he finds himself mulling over what you had said. So what, he never left the house and didn’t tell you his name? What had you done to earn that?

Something about your easy manner and the way you took his attitude in stride made him feel bad about how he had responded to you. He grabs his phone, types out a text and turns his phone on silent to hopefully, finally, get some sleep.

11:52 PM: …you can call me Jin.

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You look yourself over in the mirror and frown. You hated the way you looked, way too fancy and it all felt a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Sneaking your way into upper-crust society events was your least favorite part of your job. Dresses and heels made it much harder to move through a space, figuring out where important documents were held, what kind of security systems were in place, and who was guarding what. Nevertheless, you adjusted the long sleeves of your black gown and made sure you weren’t showing too much leg or cleavage. Another thing you hated about dressing up…it always brought more attention to your body than you were used to.

As a final touch, you slide on a pair of silver drop earrings with a matching cuff running up the side of your ear. Little did everyone else know, your audio feed was linked up in the cuffs, especially designed for you by the organization you were working for. You also had a silver necklace to match, a miniscule high tech camera installed. Sometimes it paid (literally) to work for people that seemed to have bottomless pockets.

You tap on the side of your cuff when you hear a slightly staticky sound.

“Jin, is that you?”

“Good guess.” You smile at his humor, glad that his camera feed hasn’t been turned on yet to see your amusement. “Are you decent, can I see what’s going on yet?”

“Hang on just a sec…” You swipe on a quick coat of red lipstick and back away from the mirror, ready to head out to the museum. “You’re good.”

Jin activates his camera system from his desktop, and as the room comes into view, lets out a low whistle that he hopes you can’t hear.

“...hello? Did the audio feed go out? I can’t hear you.” You frown at your reflection, hoping there hasn’t been a technology malfunction.

“I’m…here,” Jin replies, dry mouth induced by his surprise.

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“I’m okay. You look…amazing.” The end of his statement is much quieter than the start, and you find yourself flustered.

“Oh, I-thank you. See, you do have feelings buried somewhere deep down, Kilroy. I knew it.”

“That’s what you think…just keeping you on your toes, Seurat. Now, don’t we have a gala to get to?”

You nod curtly, grabbing a clutch and heading out the door. It’s a short car ride downtown to the museum, and before you know it, you’re entering through the doors you had just been through a few days prior. Except this time, you’re playing the part of a wealthy heiress interested in being a benefactor to the local art scene.

“How’s it looking?” Jin’s voice grounds you back in reality.

“The usual…rich assholes who think they own the whole city. Normal security detail, surprisingly. Only addition is a bouncer letting people in, but he looks pretty easy to take down. I could probably flirt him into letting me see the back rooms, to be honest.”

Jin grumbles in reply.

“What?”

“Do you flirt with everyone to get what you want?” You can almost see the look of disdain on his face. If you happened to know what his face even looked like…you’d have to settle for your imagination, you supposed.

“Why, does that bother you, pretty boy?” You smirk, knowing you’ve found a way under his skin again.

“Just stick to what we came here for, please…the exhibit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You pick up the hem of your dress to make your way to the bottom floor of the museum, and immediately see a crowd of people around the center of the room. Squeezing your way through with a series of polite ‘excuse me’s, you finally arrive at the front of the crowd, gathered and staring at the piece that you’d come to collect. Placed in the center of a thick glass casing, small spotlights trained on it as it spins slowly within the case. Inside is a dainty gold locket, with some sort of crest engraved on it. You move as close as the surrounding stanchions will allow to read a small plaque in front of the case.

“Generously donated by the Kim family.” You read out the inscription, partially for Jin’s benefit, but partially because you can’t believe that this is all you’re after. A tiny golden locket…couldn’t anyone go buy one of these at a jewelry store and get their own crest engraved on it? Who were the Kim family and why were they that important?

“Shit.”

Jin’s voice seems too loud in your ears, bringing you out of your own head and back into the present. You step away from the crowd so you can have a conversation without looking completely out of your mind.

“What? Do you know something I don’t know?”

Jin swallows thickly. You had just shown him that the art piece that you were after was his family’s prized heirloom that had been gifted by his grandfather to his grandmother when they were married. But you didn’t know that he was part of the Kim family. He didn’t want you to know…he didn’t even want to be a part of the family himself sometimes. The locket had been in his family for years, though. What did your organization want with it? You clearly didn’t know, so it wasn’t worth asking. He’d just have to suck it up and go along with it.

He clears his throat. “Not particularly, just that they’re wealthy and own almost a third of Seoul, it seems like.”

“Ah, so that’s why they’re after it. If they’re worth that much, I’m sure they’d pay a ton to get it back.” Jin mumbles his agreement, but seems more distant than before. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice a previous client who’d hired you out staring at you from across the room.

“Jin, I’ve got to get out. I can’t snoop around, I’ve been spotted.” You’re whispering fiercely as you stride across the room, just fast enough to not raise suspicion.

“What do you mean, spotted? None of these people know who you are, as far as they’re concerned, you’re some heiress who loves art.”

You start breathing harder as you rush up the stairs, taking two at a time. “You don’t understand…I saw a previous client. I’ve worked for him before, but he’s dangerous. Once I finished his job, I refused to ever work for him again, but he wasn’t happy about it. I’m not sticking around to see if he’ll take me up on his threat against me.”

“His threat? What did he say to you?” You can hear Jin’s voice go sharp, concerned but with what sounds like a touch of anger bubbling underneath the surface.

“Don’t worry about it, Kilroy, it’s none of your concern. I can handle it.” By this point, you’ ve slid into the front seat of your car and are starting the ignition, rattled by the fact that you ran into your client unexpectedly.

“It is definitely my business if my partner is under threat from some hot-headed rich guy who thinks just because he has money, he can threaten her.” Jin’s voice is an octave deeper than normal at this point, deathly serious and sending shivers down your spine.

“Jin, it’s okay. I’ve got it handled. Really.” Your voice is quiet and reassuring, calming him down, at least somewhat.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m just saying, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. Let me know when you get home, I want to make sure you’re safe,” he breathes.

“I will,” you promise. The rest of the drive passes quickly, and soon enough, you’re opening your front door and collapsing onto your bed. You don’t even bother taking off your fancy clothes, only taking off your necklace and earrings. You shoot off a text to Jin, letting him know that you’re back in your apartment. To your surprise, he calls you in return.

“...hey. I just wanted to hear your voice say you were okay.” Even though you can’t see him, Jin flushes a bright pink and rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

You can’t help but smile at his concern. “Yeah, I’m okay. I made it back to my apartment. Didn’t even bother changing into pajamas before I flopped on the bed,” you laugh. There’s a short silence where neither of you says anything.

“You really did look beautiful tonight, you know. I wish I could have been there with you.”

Another silence.

“I wish you could have been too,” you reply with a shy smile that Jin can’t see, but he can tell is there.

“Can I ask you a question?” You hum in response, encouraging him to continue. “You know my name is Jin, but…what’s yours?” You can’t help but laugh at the simple question, surprised that’s what he’s asking.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, then yawns.

“You sound like you need to go to bed, Jinnie. Too much action for the man in the chair for one night.” You chuckle, looking over to your alarm clock which only reads 11:30PM.

“I told you, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. But as it happens, I am tired, you’re right. I’ll check in tomorrow with you?” Jin pushes back from his computer, standing and stretching.

“I’d like that,” you respond, before drifting off to sleep still in your dress.

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You awake the next morning to a knock on your door. You’re confused, because next to no one knows where you live, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You stumble bleary-eyed to the door, peeking through the peephole and you see nothing. It’s then that you look down and realize you still have your dress on from last night, though now it’s full of wrinkles from sleeping in it.

You open the door cautiously, and still seeing no one, open it wider and see a bag sitting on the ground with your name on the receipt attached to it. As you pick it up, you notice an iced coffee sitting behind it. You quickly take the items into your dining room and examine the contents…a breakfast sandwich piled high with toppings and a side of hashbrowns. The coffee turns out to be an iced vanilla latte, your favorite. All of a sudden, your burner phone buzzes loudly against the table.

Jin (9:47 AM): Did you get my present?

9:51 AM: I did…how did you guess about the vanilla latte?

Jin (9:54 AM): I didn’t guess, I figured it out. Just like I figured out where to send the delivery boy.

9:57 AM: By figure out, you mean hacked. You hacked me.

Jin (10:00 AM): It’s my job, sweetheart.

10:04 AM: Aw, have we moved from nicknames to pet names?

Jin (10:06 AM): I told you I would check in with you, so I did. Enjoy breakfast. :)

10:10 AM: A hacker with a heart…I think you might be the sweetheart here, Jin.

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“Are you serious?” Jin’s friend Jimin looks at him from across his living room, disbelief all over his face. “You’re telling me this is how you talk to each other, and you’re asking me to tell you what’s going on?” He tosses Jin’s burner phone to him.

“What do you mean? Yes, I’m asking you to tell me what’s going on, it’s weird. When I get hired for other jobs, it’s not like this.”

Jimin scoffs. “For a hacker, you are incredibly stupid…you should really get out more. See the sky. Breathe more than this stale gross air that smells like the ramyeon you ate last. I may be a back alley thief, but at least I can tell when a girl likes me.” He settles back into his chair smirking at Jin.

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t even know me, we’re partners, that’s it.” Jin crosses his arms over his chest, a frown painted on his face.

“If you say so. She’s flirting with you, you’re flirting with her…you never tell people your name, and you bought her breakfast? You’ve got it bad and so does she. Just tell her. I mean, wait until she’s got whatever you’re after, and then tell her. You can be the modern day Bonnie and Clyde if you want.” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

The frown starts to slip as Jin thinks over Jimin’s words. What if he did like her? Then what?

“We need to focus on getting the installation out, that’s all we can afford to do.”

“And then?”

“...and then…I’ll think about what you said. How I feel.” Jin shudders at the thought of losing control of his emotions, unaware that he’s already started to slip.

A catlike grin makes its way across Jimin’s face as he stands up to leave.

“So much for low risk, high reward,” he laughs as he closes the door, leaving Jin to sit in his confusion.

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The next few days pass slowly, the two of you each preparing for the big break-in and theft. Jin spends hours poring over security footage, you spend time scouring blueprints of the museum, marking entry and exit points.

When the day arrives (or rather the night, you supposed), you make your way across town, parking several blocks away. According to the plan you’d created, the alarm system wouldn’t even trip, granting you plenty of time to get back to the car without arousing suspicion.

“Seurat, you there?” Jin’s voice rings clear in your ear, and you can tell he’s excited.

“Present.” You can’t help the giddy tone in your own voice-this was what you lived for, the thrill of the actual act. It didn’t hurt that your partner and you were closer than you were used to, just someone to share in the excitement.

“Okay, so I’m finishing up work on the main security system right now. By the time you get to the front doors, it’ll be set up where you have about a minute to get inside where the alarm will be disabled. I’ll erase that minute of footage where it just looks like a tech glitch for their records. Once you get in, head downstairs. There’s a keyswipe, but if you pick the lock on the security guard’s desk, you should be able to find a spare. Swipe in, then you’ll find the keypad. Code’s 61313. Last is the handprint scan. Luckily for us and stupidly for them, they used a newer software that hasn’t been on the market long, which means they haven’t had time to figure out how hackers like me can bypass it. I’ve logged into the software and found a way to get around it. When you get to the scanner, just let me know and I’ll code green it for you.”

Jin doesn’t bother hiding the smugness in his voice, and you can’t help but find his show of intelligence attractive.

“Anything else, genius partner of mine?”

“The locket should be pretty simple to lift once you get past the handprint scan. They kept it in the same case it was in the other night for the gala since they’re still working on the installation for the public. Little do they know when they go to move it tomorrow, it’ll be mysteriously missing due to the prettiest little thief I know.”

You roll your eyes even as your cheeks color. “I’m the only thief you know, really.”

“Incorrect, but that’s another story for another time. Any questions before we get started?”

By this point, you’re closing in on the museum. No lights, no cars in the parking lot, nothing.

“I’m good…I’ll keep you updated as we go along,” you whisper as you edge along the side of the building, out of the sightline of the camera trained on the entrance.

“Okay…here we go…alarm disabled in 3…2…1. Go!” Jin hisses, and you sprint for the door, opening it as little as possible and sliding through.

“I’m in, heading for the security desk.” You make your way past the foyer and around a corner to the main security desk, hoisting yourself over. You immediately drop to your knees to get better access to the bottommost drawer, taking a bobby pin out of your hair to pick the lock. After a few minutes, you hear the lock click, and you slide the drawer open to see files, miscellaneous personal items, and museum guides. As you sift through papers, you finally find what you’re looking for-a spare keycard at the bottom of the drawer.

“Bingo.”

“You got the keycard?”

“Sure did, and all I needed was a bobby pin.” You grin in triumph as you swipe the keycard up, closing the drawer.

“You’re erased from camera footage from the entrance. I’ll work on the other cameras while you do the dirty work.”

“The dirty work is the most fun, you should try it sometime,” you tease, hearing Jin laugh through your earpiece.

“Maybe next time I can join you…we can steal a Banksy, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Next time?” You can feel your heart race a little faster, and you know it’s not only because you’re breaking and entering.

“If that’s okay with you…I may have gotten ahead of myself.” Jin’s voice is much quieter than usual, and he sounds unsure of himself.

“I’d like that,” you smile, hoping he can hear your expression through your words.

During this exchange, you’ve made your way downstairs, and typed the code 61313 into the keypad to the back storage rooms. In front of you is the dreaded hand scan. You’ve usually had to pull fingerprints from people to get past these, and no hacker you’ve worked with has been able to work the software.

“Okay, I’m here at the scan. Work your magic.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end, and you can hear lots of typing, and Jin mutters a curse word. More typing. Silence.

“Abracadabra.”

The scanner in front of you lights up green and the door unlocks. You slide in, in mild disbelief that your partner was so easily able to work the system.

“Nice work, we’re in!” you exclaim, albeit in a hushed tone. You move towards the center of the room, where the locket is held under that same glass case. As you come closer, you let out a low whistle. The piece of jewelry is more stunning than you had thought, the engraving intricate and detailed. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

There’s a silence on the other end that doesn’t feel like the previous one. “Jin? You there?”

Nothing.

“...Kilroy?”

Something was wrong, you could tell.

Little did you know just how wrong things could get.

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Jin slowly opens his eyes to a splitting headache, though there’s not much light in the room he’s sitting in. One minute he had been monitoring your progress via security camera footage, the next there had been a loud banging noise and he had been knocked out cold. Wherever he was now, it certainly wasn’t his apartment.

As he looks around, he notices a large wall of monitors that are all blank. He’s ziptied to a chair, the plastic rubbing too tight against his wrists. There’s no one else in the room…that is, until a large metal door opens across the room and a large man dressed in all black comes in.

“Pretty boy’s awake now, hmm?” The man laughs, leaning down in front of Jin as he draws close. “It was way too easy to find out where you live.”

Jin struggles against his restraints, but they won’t budge. “Who are you?” he spits harshly, glaring at the man in front of him. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, now is it? You just stuck your nose in the wrong place, coming after the Kim family locket…the boss isn’t going to be happy about this.” The man smiles coldly.

“Who’s your boss? And why do they care so much about the locket?” Jin pulls his wrists up the chair column they’re wrapped around, tugging them towards himself in hopes of loosening the ties.

The man in front of him frowns, grabbing Jin’s chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. “Why don’t you just…relax?” Jin is suddenly falling sideways onto the floor, nothing to break his impact. A large crack works its way across the left lens of his glasses, making it even harder to see anything in the darkened room.

A low pitched laugh suddenly comes from by the door, and a second man starts to walk towards Jin.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Jin manages to choke out, even in his position on the floor.

“Pick him up.” The larger man scrambles to upright the chair with Jin still attached. “Better.” The newcomer’s voice is soft, cold, and dangerous. Jin still can’t make out what he looks like, as his face is still in the shadows. He is wearing a suit though, which means this must be ‘the boss’ that the other guy had mentioned.

“What do you want?!” Jin repeats, his voice louder and filled with a false bravado.

The man steps forward into the light, a menacing sneer on his face.

“You, baby brother. You’ve been the plan all along.”

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Jin’s eyes go wide. “Dae-Hyun? What?”

“Ever so eloquent, weren’t you? Yes, it’s me. My men kidnapped you and brought you here. Can’t go doing the dirty work myself.” The older man picks at his fingernails as if bored.

“So what do you want from me? You can’t be after the locket, seeing as you probably donated it yourself…worried more about money than family, no doubt,” Jin seethes.

Dae-Hyun tsks as he draws closer to Jin. “Are we that different? You left the family behind, and for what? To be a criminal? Disappointing.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “So this is what this is about? Revenge for not being able to take over the company when you wanted?” He laughs derisively. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

“Oh no, that’s much too boring, you wouldn’t be missed. Father already thinks you’re dead anyway since you disappeared and never showed your face again. I’m going to ruin your life.”

Dae-Hyun leans in, eyes glinting with a sort of madness. He reaches into the pocket of his dress pants and pulls out a small device. With a click, the wall of monitors lights up. At first, Jin can’t tell what he’s looking at because of the crack in his glasses, but as he squints, the image becomes clear.

It’s you. Endless loops of footage, all of you. The entrance to your apartment. The food he sent. Breaking into the museum. The gala. The first time you’d ever talked, wandering through the museum.

Jin’s eyes grow wide and his mouth goes dry. “How did you…?”

“Your lovely little accomplice used to work for me, back when I needed a little help getting to the top. She was quite handy, you know. Once she’d fulfilled her contract, she refused to ever work for me again…something along the lines of ‘you’re ruthless, you’d do anything to get what you want’. Since when is that a bad thing? So once I saw her at the gala, I knew she must have been hired to steal the locket…and lo and behold, my men pulled footage and saw her casing the museum a few days prior. And once we started following her and listening in on her conversations, what a pleasant surprise when I figured out that she was working with my dear baby brother, the family’s biggest disappointment.”

There’s nothing more that Jin wants in that moment than to punch Dae-Hyun in the face, but instead he uselessly tugs at his restraints as he goes red in the face.

Dae-Hyun chuckles darkly as he begins to circle around Jin. “But you know what the best part was?” He lowers his voice as he whispers in Jin’s ear. “When I realized that you had become more than partners…you care about her.”

“Leave her alone!” Jin’s voice wavers through the room, higher pitched than he intended.

“Leave her alone!” comes Dae-Hyun’s mocking voice from behind him. “No, I don’t think I will, brother. You see, you’ve been ruining my life since the day you were born…so I think it’s my turn to ruin yours. Say goodbye to your little girlfriend.” He looks over to the man who had tied Jin up. “Give the signal, it’s time to finish her.” A large grin takes over his face as he steps over to the door, following the boss’s orders.

As he opens the steel door, he’s met with an unexpected guest.

“Finish me? And here I was thinking we were just getting started.”

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You push your way past the large man in black standing in front of you, who’s too stunned to try and stop you.

You stop in front of Dae-Hyun, a scowl painted on your face. “Somehow I’m not surprised you’re behind this.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N. A pleasure, truly.” The man moves toward you, and you take several steps backwards. Though he may seem physically nonthreatening, you know better from your previous work with him that he's dangerous.

As Dae-Hyun comes further out of the shadows, your face falls as you notice Jin. You had hoped that your first time meeting would be under more pleasant circumstances, not while he was tied to a chair, broken glasses and cuts across his hands and cheeks. Even while wounded, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is shining through all the scrapes and bruises, which causes a small smile to work its way onto your face. You attempt to move closer, but you’re stopped by Dae-Hyun’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

You try to slip out of his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your skin and turns you to face him. “You two really are pathetic, you know that?” His words drip with derision.

“What do you want with him?” You demand in return, ignoring his initial comment. Dae-Hyun looks from you to Jin, his face slowly lighting up into a deranged grin.

“She doesn’t know?” He’s looking directly at Jin, who almost imperceptibly shakes his head.

A loud, barking laugh erupts from Dae-Hyun’s chest. “What an unexpected surprise…you see, Jin here is the one and only Kim Seokjin. My disappointing excuse for a younger brother.”

It’s your turn to look between the two men. “What?” you breathe out in disbelief. You train your attention on Jin, who can’t seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

“It’s true.” He’s looking at the ground.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Enough of this.” Dae-Hyun jerks you toward him, away from Jin. You trip from the force of it, almost falling on the floor. He nods towards the man guarding the door, motioning for him to leave. “I want to be the one to ruin your life, baby brother. I want to watch your spirit be destroyed.” The man in black walks out, locking the door behind him.

Dae-Hyun reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pistol. Both yours and Jin’s eyes go wide, and Dae-Hyun uses your shock to pull your arms behind your back, restraining you from moving.

“Brother, please…don’t do this. I’m sorry I kept you from taking over the company. You don’t need to kill her, she hasn’t done anything to you!” Jin’s voice is pleading, his arms fighting uselessly to be released from their restraints.

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong…say goodbye, Seokjin.”

Just as Dae-Hyun goes to cock his pistol, you use his momentary distraction to your advantage. You leverage your weight into your elbow and strike his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. As he doubles over, you pick up your foot and land a swift kick into the side of his head. The force of the kick propels Dae-Hyun backwards and as his body falls, there’s a loud crack as his head hits the concrete floor.

You rush over to Jin once you see that Dae-Hyun is no longer moving, reaching for your belt and grabbing a knife. Flipping it open, you make quick work of the zipties binding Jin’s wrists. He wraps his hands around bright red marks, creating friction to restart circulation, before standing up and rushing around the chair that’s between you. Before you can think to say anything, he’s wrapped you in his arms and your face is buried in his chest.

“He was going to kill you…he found out that you were gonna steal it…that we were working together.” Jin’s voice vibrates through his chest to you, his breath ragged. You pull back to see a few errant tears making their way down his cheeks, which he quickly swipes away using the sleeve of his sweater.

“Hey, hey…Kilroy, I’m fine, it’s okay. They didn’t get me, but more importantly, they didn’t get you.” You reach up to his face, your fingers ghosting over his wounds. Even the gentlest of touches makes him wince, looking down at the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, before looking over at his brother, who’s still laying on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under his head.

“Is he…?” Jin can’t quite bring himself to finish the question. He hated Dae-Hyun, but even he didn’t want him dead.

You step gingerly over to Dae-Hyun, bringing your fingers down to his pulse point. It’s faint, but you can just make out a heartbeat. “He’s alive. He needs to go to a hospital though, and soon.” You reach into your pocket, pulling out your burner phone and making a quick call to 911 to make sure they know where to find the man who had tried to end your life fifteen minutes before.

“They’re on their way, now let’s go. We don’t need anyone asking us why we’re in a crime lord’s comms room.” Jin chokes out a laugh. “Come on.” You hold out your hand to the man in front of you, and he hesitates.

“I’m sorry.” You quirk a brow in confusion. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was my family’s locket. I’m sorry you got wrapped up in this mess with my brother, and it put you in danger.”

“Jin…it’s not your fault.” You give him a soft look laced with concern. “Come on.” This time, he grabs your hand, fingers interlocking with your own.

“What will be your fault is if we get caught here…let’s avoid that, shall we?” He laughs, and the two of you race down a side corridor that you had discovered earlier, avoiding any further mishaps with Dae-Hyun’s goons or the first responders that were en route to the scene.

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A short car ride later, you’re leading Jin into your apartment, making sure you’re not being followed. He makes sure to remove the camera that had been recording your front door-because he knew there was one, it had been extremely easy for him to spot it once he looked. It made him feel guilty all over again, knowing his brother had been watching you for a month, possibly more.

“Earth to Jin…hello in there.” You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts. “I know you’re feeling bad again, so let me just explain a few things. Sit down, I’ll make us some tea.”

Jin plops down on your sofa, feeling relief to not be against a metal chair. A few minutes later, you’re bringing over two steaming mugs. You hand one to him before sitting down beside him.

“I knew Dae-Hyun was watching me, and I let it happen.” Jin’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“W-what? How?” You smile ruefully and continue.

“I’d worked with him before, so I knew it was probably a matter of time before he had me followed. He doesn’t like being told no.”

Jin snorts into his tea. “You could say that.”

“What I didn’t know is that the locket I was supposed to steal belonged to his family. And I most certainly didn’t know that I was working with his brother…you know, you’re much more fun than he made you out to be when I worked for him. Cuter, too.”

Jin’s ears go pink.

“Anyway, once I saw him at the gala, I knew he was keeping an eye on me. I started to notice his guys trailing me as well…they thought they were slick, but when you’ve worked in the crime world this long, you see the signs. When the line went dead after I got into the safe room, I knew something was wrong, and I put the pieces together and Dae-Hyun was at the center of it. So I snuck in and rescued you.” You can’t help the triumphant grin that sits on your face.

“What I can’t figure out is…why was he threatening you with killing me? Wouldn’t it make more sense to either just go after me or just go after you if he wanted familial revenge, or whatever he was going on about?”

Jin’s ears are flaming red by this point, and the color is starting to creep across his cheeks as well. “Well, um…you see….” He’s looking everywhere in your apartment but at you.

“What? I see what?” Jin buries his face in his hands, dragging them across his features as he looks back up at you.

“He threatened you because he knew that’s what would hurt me the most.”

It’s your turn to be flustered now as Jin continues.

“I dropped off the face of the earth a long time ago after I embezzled money from my father’s company. Dae-Hyun was supposed to inherit the company, but I slowed that process down because the company had to deal with the press field day that happened after the news broke that I stole from my own family. So I left. Became a hacker. Apparently my family thinks I’m dead, according to Dae-Hyun. More likely he told them I died.” Jin’s eyes flash with rage, before returning to normal. “Long story short, I’m nothing to them. I have one friend who’s a petty thief. No one would care if I disappeared. So he figured out…that I cared about you. About what happened to you. And if you were killed because of me…” His face contorts with guilt, his eyes glossing over. “...I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“Oh, Jin,” you reach out, pulling him to you in a tight embrace. After a few moments, you pull back, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “First off, I would care very much if you disappeared, so that’s not allowed. Secondly, your brother is a complete asshole. I think you know that already, but just for the record. And third…”

You place your hands on either side of his face, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks, careful to avoid his injuries.

“I care about you too. What happens to you matters so much to me. In fact, it’s taking everything in me to stop myself from immediately rushing you to the bathroom to clean off all your scratches right now.” Jin lets out a breathy laugh, covering your hands with his own.

“Would it be okay if we did that right now?” You laugh as well, nodding and holding your hand out. He grabs it, relishing in the warmth he feels from both your actions and your words.

Once you reach the bathroom, you make him sit on the counter, making him closer to your height. From this angle, you can see just how deep some of his cuts are. You slide his glasses off, placing them on the counter and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“You know this is going to sting, right?”

“I’m a big boy, Seurat. I’ve got-agh!” Jin lets out a groan as you press the soaked cotton pad onto his cheek.

“I thought you were a big boy, Kilroy?” You smirk while placing bandaging across the area you’d just cleaned.

“You play dirty, that wasn’t very fair!” Jin pouts.

“I do the dirty work, remember? I thought you said you would join me one day.”

You can’t quite place the look Jin gives you, but as you lean in to inspect your handiwork, you suddenly feel his hand on your waist. You glance down, and as your gaze returns to the man in front of you, he’s a lot closer than he was before.

“I’ll join you every day, if you’ll let me.” And with that, Jin is leaning even closer, his lips ghosting over your own in the lightest of kisses. As he pulls back, you chase his movements as if your body has a mind of its own, your mouth inviting him into a deeper kiss. You can feel him sigh into it, his other hand gripping the other side of your waist, fingers digging into your skin on both sides. His teeth pull at your bottom lip, and you let an involuntary groan. Just as he’s gathering your shirt in his hands and making to remove it from your body, you draw back.

“Every day, hmm?”

Jin nods, eyes blown out.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time then. You’ve got to earn your place in my inner circle…not just anyone can pull off what I do.” You reach into your pocket, and show him the golden chain hanging from your fingers.

“Is that…?” He gasps as you nod in affirmation.

“But how?!”

“I never leave a job unfinished,” you grin. Jin suddenly captures your lips in another kiss, though this one is short and sweet.

“May I?” He holds out his hand for the locket, and you give it over. To your surprise, he moves behind you and fastens the clasp around your neck. He leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Beautiful.”

“Jin, no, this is your family’s, I can’t wear this!” you protest, moving to unclasp the necklace. He closes his hand around yours, stopping you.

“Yes, it’s my family’s. I am a part of my family, and I’m giving it to you. I’m certainly not giving it back to Dae-Hyun, he can rot in jail for all I’m concerned.”

“Are you sure?” Jin nods emphatically, and you smile in response. “Well…thank you. It’s very pretty.”

“Just like you.” At his words, you find yourself getting shy, but you manage a witty retort anyway.

“I knew there were feelings buried in there somewhere, Kilroy.”

Jin smiles. “Yeah, yeah…you know, my motto for the longest has been ‘low risk, high thrills’. Hiding myself behind a wall of technology and sarcasm. But you changed that…you were high risk. Dangerous.”

You move closer. “Dangerous, huh?” Your fingers dance up his tattered sleeves, making their way into his hair at the nape of his neck. Jin hums in response, drawing you to him for another kiss.

“But now…” His lips grace your temple.

“...I think…” Your cheek.

“...high risk…” Your jawline.

“...high thrills…” Your neck.

“...might be the way to go.”

He lands a final kiss on your lips, taking your breath away.

“So what do you say, Seurat? Partners in crime?”

You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you nod at Jin, who immediately breaks out into a grin even wider than your own.

“Okay, Mr. Roboto…deal.”

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Now That We Don't Talk

[seokjin x reader, slight hoseok x reader] [1.3k+ lovers to strangers, angst, suggestive content] A/N: Loosely based on 1989 vault tracks: Is It Over Now? and Now That We Don't Talk. I might write another drabble loosely based on a song for Hoseok x Reader. I'm thinking of picking up the story from the end of this one. As always, all stories I write and share here are an attempt to get back into creative writing; I truly appreciate everyone who finds my writing and shows their love. Please be kind!

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You part the crowd like the Red Sea Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I'll never, ever know Now that we don't talk

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You don't mean to stare, but you can't help it.

From where you stand, you see Seokjin walk the red carpet, and on cue, camera flashes light up, and other artists and attendees are ushered quickly to clear the booth.

The runway is illuminated, both from the flashes and Seokjin's presence.

He always had that glow around him, and it didn't matter if he was walking the carpet or simply entering a room—he seemed to effortlessly carry that aura wherever he went.

Seokjin poses like it's second nature to him, giving the photographers quality shots that would publish well in magazines and tabloids, you’re sure.

You wonder how nervous he really is.

You know for a fact that events like these are never his thing. During one of your nightly rendezvous, he admitted that all the bravado he exudes in the spotlight was actually a front to shadow his anxiety.

Oh, the celebrity life.

He knows what he signed up for, but that doesn't mean he always enjoys the tenfolds of attention, particularly when he's the lone receiver. It overwhelms him, and that feeling is followed by unwanted anxiety and the urge to hide.

When your eyes meet on the carpet, you're surprised how you can still get a good read of how he truly feels behind his facade. You can tell he's anxious as hell, and it's taking everything in you not to rush towards him, hold his hand, and walk the carpet together. Not that you ever had the chance to do so when you were still together. But at least back then, he had you waiting behind doors, ready to warm his shaky, cold hands with yours, shift his focus, and lull his raging nerves before you had to go to your tables in separate ways.

You can't do that now. Or ever. Those are distant memories now, the gap bigger than where you and he stand.

Feeling like you've glued your feet too long where you stood, you turn away and head straight to your table, no detours to dressing rooms. No Seokjin to wait on closed doors. -

There's an after-party. Like always. And as you enter the venue, you immediately find Seokjin sharing casual conversations with almost everyone. Without trying, he will always be the main character in every event. And without meaning to, he always will be the life of the party.

You steal this time to study him. He grew his hair long, you note. And though you sense that the confidence he carries to approach people is a front, you can't help but be bitter that he chooses to talk to anyone but you. He doesn't even meet your eyes nor look your way.

But you can't blame him. You suppose you're no longer the comfort and familiarity he seeks at the end of parties like these. With a sigh as heavy as your heart feels, you excuse yourself through the crowd as you make your way to the open bar. You might as well have your own fun before the night ends.

On the other side of the room, the crowd parts for Seokjin wherever he walks.

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"I didn't think I'd see you here.”

You turn to follow the voice and chuckle at the man who greeted you.

“Well, I was invited,” you retort with a shrug.

Hoseok hums. “I invited you to my parties before and yet you never came. What makes this one so special?” At the last word, Hoseok raises his brows as he briefly glances to the side of the room. Where Seokjin stood, you assume.

“Just… making appearances. I have an upcoming show.” You internally wince at your half-truth reply. If it were a different person, they wouldn’t be able to tell you’re lying. But you were talking to a dear friend. You just hope Hoseok doesn’t call you out.

Hoseok was Seokjin’s friend. Before all the fame and faux friends came. You trio met during a variety show, Law of the Jungle. You initially hit it off first with Hoseok, coming from the same hometown. But as you mingled with everyone, Seokjin’s jokes won you over. You were over the moon when after filming, he approached you with a stuttered invite to go out for a coffee.

That moment was so long ago. And yet everytime you remember it, it feels like you got to relive the moment with how strong your emotions kick in.

“Ah, you’re just here to make an appearance, huh?” Hoseok pulls you out of your reverie. You nod with a tight-lipped smile. “Well, you’re here now. So, how about a drink?” He signals for the bartender and briefly acknowledges him before he returns his attention to you.

“You’ve read my mind.” You grin back at him.

You and Hoseok managed to down one glass of cocktail after another and another and another until you needed to be guided as you stepped down from the stool.

“Let me take you home,” Hoseok offers. You stare at him for a moment, cogs in your brain working.

You always had a soft spot for Hoseok, but it always remained platonic. But tonight, for the first time, he also seems to have you weak in the knees for him.

Your eyes fall on the mole on his lips and you gulp on air before nodding.

Hoseok's hand remains rested at your hip as you both walk away.

A few tables away, you miss the pair of eyes fixed on your leaving figure. Seokjin's grip on the glass tightens, and he could lie to himself and say that the burn on his throat is from the whiskey he downed in one shot, but he already knows the real reason just walked out of the bar.

He hasn't healed from you walking away, albeit figuratively, and seeing you physically walk out with someone who isn't him just prods his bleeding wound.

-

Kim Seokjin and Im Yoon Ah Looks Cozy at After Party

Im Yoon Ah Spotted Leaving Kim Seokjin's Home

You feel your headache worsen with each headline you read, and with every photo of them together that pops into your feed, you feel your gut churn.

At this point, you should be numb to these headlines. Seokjin has been a regular scoop for the tabloids lately, and while you try to rationalize that he was a free man and any person with 20/20 vision wouldn't turn away from his attention, it still stings when you're greeted with these types of headlines.

You tried to soothe yourself with the fact that the tabloids could stretch things out. You've had your fair share of taken-out-of-context stories published, too.

The first time you saw his name mentioned with another girl's name in a headline, you went out to a bar with one of your exes and, out of spite, you invited the one guy Seokjin always felt jealous over, to party and go home with you.

You regretted it the morning after. You wanted to explain yourself to Seokjin. But held back since you've already made a fool of yourself.

Still, all those nights partying and hooking up with guys, you wondered if seeing your name alongside male celebrities in headlines had the same effect on Seokjin as it did on you.

You grip your phone tighter, and you feel your throat closing in. It shouldn't hurt this much anymore.

The pang in your heart grows at the thought that he parades himself with these women with no care in the world if they get photographed. Yet, when he was with you, he made sure you left at different times and drove to his home in different cars to avoid paparazzis. You're pulled from your pity party when someone knocks on your bathroom door, "Everything okay in there?"

Switching your phone off, you open the door to a shirtless Hoseok. "I'm fine. I'm just feeling a bit hungover," you sell your excuse with a lopsided smile. Hoseok hums, "I read somewhere that you can fuck away a headache, want me to try?" he wiggles his brows at you suggestively, and for the first time this morning, perhaps even in a while, you laugh. It's not a quip you would usually find funny, lame dad jokes were more of your taste, hence Jin. But willing your heart to heal, you let him brighten your mood.

Hooking your arms around his shoulder, you try to be seductive as you answer, "I don't think that’s true, but I’m ready to be proven wrong."

-

Not In The Same Way

[jin x reader] [1k+ smut, angst; lovers to strangers, toxic relationship, celeb couple; prequel to Now That We Don't Talk]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not Warriors

We fuck, then we fight, then you call me a psycho I walk out the door, but you won't let me let go

-

“Fuck you, Jin,” you seethe. Your eyes sharp and accusing as you hold his stare, daring him to deny the obvious. Reddened eyes are poorly returning your fiery gaze.

Jin soon huffs and ends your staring contest with a roll of his eyes and walks past you to the fridge. “You’re acting like a crazy girlfriend, y/n.”

“How is being concerned for your well-being crazy?” You fist your hands and let your nails sink into your palm to calm yourself. You never shouted at Jin, but tonight just might be the first time.

He’s never been this callous. And you know this ugly change is from his new friends—wannabe A-listers and washed out celebrities.

“You can be concerned, but you can’t go around barging on my friend’s door,” he reasons with a pout. It’s cute and disarming, if only what comes out of those lips didn’t make your blood boil. “The last thing I want them to think is I’m dating someone psychotic. And what if the paps or fans saw you leaving with me? What then?”

“Then your fans will thank me for dragging you away from a toxic group. Jin, everyone knows how problematic those people are.”

He scoffs this time as he opens a packet of soft cookies.

You breathe in and out, in and out, in and out. You calmly approach Jin as you reason with him. “Jin, they’re not good comp—”

“Quit it, y/n. My mom doesn’t even police who I hang out with,” he fusses, flicking crumbs of cookie. “Why are you acting like a bitch towards my friends? Maybe you should get your own and bitch about them.”

Oh.

So that’s how it is.

Fine.

You snatch your thrown purse on the kitchen counter and make a beeline to the door, making sure to bump your shoulders with his.

“If I’m a bitch, then you’re a dick, Seokjin,” you hurl, making sure each word was loud and clear for him to hear. You’re outraged he would say those against you. Clawing at your skin wasn’t enough to keep you calm anymore.

It must be because you were drowning in your emotions and focusing on slipping your shoes through your teary eyes that you didn’t notice Jin followed you. Just as you managed to open the door a smidge, it closes with a thud and a lock. You physically jump and look up to see Jin’s hand on the door, leveled to your face. You feel his hot breath on your neck before you hear him.

“Don’t,” his tone was soft yet commanding. You turn sideways to get a glimpse of him while your shaky hands still clutches the door knob.

Despite his drowsy demeanor and slumped stance, Jin still intimidated you.

“Fuck off, Jin.” You turn back around to face the door—afraid that if you look at him at close proximity, he’ll chip away at you and he’ll weasel himself out of trouble. Again.

Jin’s palm on the door slides down to pull your hand away from the knob; his other hand slithers its way inside your open coat, splaying his broad palm on your stomach and pulls your body closer to his by your waist.

You mewl in disagreement but your body stays pliable under his hold. This is nothing new, you both know. You can’t remember an argument you had that was resolved like two grownups in a committed relationship.

Recently, your arguments started with heated words echoing around four walls and ended with your heated bodies weaving between sheets.

“M’sorry,” Jin mumbles, still clearly inebriated and high. His palm rubs your stomach before he slowly slips his hands into your pants.

“Let me make it up to you.” He runs the tip of his tongue from your lower neck to your ears, then uses his teeth to tug at the lobe.

“Jinnie,” your mewls of protest turn to moans. Your hand leaves the knob to cup his hardening cock through his sweats.

“I’m here now, sweetheart,” he appeases. His thumb stops flicking your clit and dives two fingers straight into your hole. Your body jerks back into him and your hand clenched on his cock.

You slip your hand under his sweats and you immediately feel him. You brush the nagging pang at the thought that he met friends without underwear. For now, you want to relish at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. You grab what you can of his cock and faintly scratch your nails at his balls.

Jin smashes his cheek to your temple and lets out a breathless groan. He only needs to utter one word: bed, and you’re both begrudgingly pulling away to head to his bedroom. 

The bed frame shakes as your boyfriend plunges his cock into you at quick intervals. Each time his body smashes into you, a squeal escapes your lips, all of which Jin silences with his mouth.

You feel your climax approaching so, you lock your hooked legs around his waist and push him into you by his ass.

Jin grunts as he brings you to the edge—he’s thrusting his hips nonstop and pulling you into him with a firm hold of your hips. You’ll worry about the bruises later or just like old habits, you can call your manager to move your photoshoots at a later date.

“Gonna cum in you,” Jin pants. His choppy sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, and yet he still manages to look like a sculpted Adonis. “Should teach you to not doubt me,” he stutters between breathy pants.

You unbutton your sweater, just open enough to display your perky tits. Your free hands knead your breasts, thumb brushing your hardened nipples. Jin ogles at the sight. If possible, he quickened his pace even more. His hard thrusts jostles you around the bed, fresh sheets crumpling and dampening with your sweat and arousal.

Whispers of I love you’s leave yours and Jin’s lips as you come undone consecutively—feeling you squirt and wet him pushed him to ejaculate inside you.

You pull your boyfriend closer and he nuzzles his head to your neck, wet kisses and love confessions muting your doubts from earlier.

You love Jin. And he loves you.

But you believe it’s not the same way.

-

High

[seokjin x reader] [1.3k+ angst, smut; male masturbation, ‼️ allusions of addiction]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not In The Same Way | Not Warriors

I hope you think of me highly When you're with someone else

-

Seokjin didn't mean to be so invested in the news. He only turned the television on as background noise in his eerily silent apartment.

But seeing your interview aired on the screen has him sitting on the couch, listening intently to every word you would say, waiting for the camera to pan on your face.

You were always beautiful, but lately, you've been radiant.

He wonders if it has anything to do with your new relationship.

Or maybe just being finally rid of him.

He knows the last months of your relationship weren't smooth-sailing. Truth is, he was lost during those times—often blacked out. He was living high on the celebrity life. He faked his confidence during parties until he no longer had to—of course, with the aid of alcohol and something more.

If only he stayed with you at nights, rejected the invites when he knew it was getting too much.

But everything was captivating. He was still an impressionable human being, he wouldn't deny that. Always curious and goes out of his way to dissolve the tension—in the end, everything backfired. In the worst possible way.

Seokjin's ears perk up at the mention of his name. The host referencing your humble beginnings.

'Oh. Seokjin-ssi and I are pursuing different roles in the industry, I believe. But yes, if a project with him is offered, I would love to work with him. I'm always in awe of his films and regard him highly as an actor.'

At this, his head hangs low and lets out a bitter smile.

He hopes you were telling the truth. He hopes you truly and still think of him highly. Though he's sure if you meet again, he wouldn't be greeted with eyes staring back at him with glimmer and hope, like he could hang the moon if you asked him to, he hopes you remember him when he was at his best.

And if he happens to be the topic of discussion between you and your lover, he hopes you talk about him like a fond memory.

Moreso, he hopes you still defended him to your friends. They didn't exactly hide how they feel towards him the last time they met at a red carpet event. It was just days after your breakup.

He knew he still had you then. It was because he still had you wrapped around his finger that he thought he would never lose you despite him falling off the wagon again and again and again.

He remembers the spiteful words hurled at him as they tore a tipsy you from his arms. Their words fell on his deaf ears back then and now he gives himself a hard time for not listening to them. He remains guilty over a lot of things that happened that night.

But he will never regret the brief moment he shared with you. You two are sneaking off from the show like old times, escaping to a room booked under a made-up person, and just spending the remainder of the night in each other's company.

Seokjin slowly palms himself as he closes his eyes at the vivid memory. Every skin he kissed and nipped was so soft—your fragrance so intoxicating, but he thinks that could've just been your natural scent.

You were always sweet. He licks his lips at the remembrance of your arousal flowing into his tongue. His wet tongue prodding your warm tight walls.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were the reason he always bought cranberry juice—the taste is likened to your clit.

Throwing his head back in the headrest with a groan, Seokjin pulls his sweatpants down to his pants to free his touch-starved cock. He spits on his palm and strokes his member up and down, up and down, all while thinking how you felt that night.

He almost goes soft at the thought that another man held you now; another man feeling you up, making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as you both reach ecstasy.

Does your new lover know how feral you go with a soft nip to your clit? Or how you want your thighs spanked when you're nearing your climax? Can your boyfriend make you cum twice with just his fingers? And when you release, does he know when to pull you in for a kiss—swallowing your whimpers and in return, his tongue would deliver whispered declarations of love.

Seokjin sighs out your name and speeds up his hands on his dick. In a lustful haze, he thinks he can almost taste you. He must be going crazy because he also thinks he heard you whisper in his ear.

I love you, Jin

And that unravels him—toes curling and hips bucking upwards, his cock spurts out strings of cum that landed on his fist and pubic. If you were here, you would lick him clean as if his arousal tasted like your favorite ice cream.

He closes his eyes and imagines you—kneeled infront of him, tongue out and flat for him to clean his cock on. He continues to tug at his cock, wanting to milk himself dry.

Fuck, he feels like a pervert fantasizing about an ex girlfriend. Seokjin hadn't been in relationships a lot, but you remain to be the only one who reverts him to his hormonal teenage boy phase. He truly lucked out on you.

Clearing out his lewd thoughts, he thanks whatever god or spirit exists that allows him to keep his thoughts to himself.

-

This is the fourth time his call goes straight to your voicemail.

He wonders if you ever listen to the messages he left. It was probably for the best if you ignored it. Most messages were drunken pleas and booty calls. But this time, he's not calling to bother you, he swears.

Out of all the people who got hurt from his carelessness, you were the one who bore

Seokjin stands in the empty complex—what used to be filled with love and the epitome of home is now barren and cold. He almost cries again at the thought that the next time he comes back here, you won't be welcoming him home. Hell, even the scent on your pillow had faded away. You made sure to clear out all of your things from what once was your shared home, obliterating any shred of evidence that you lived there.

There was a time he gave in to his weakness—he bought a bottle of your perfume and sprayed it in every room. Sadly, it never smelled the same. It lacked you. He baked the same cookies you fed him on your free days, but it never tasted as sweet as yours.

In the middle of the room, Seokjin wades in his sea of regret.

His grip on the phone tightens. He rings you again. One last time, he bargains. Please answer just this once.

It goes to your voicemail.

Clearing his throat, Seokjin wonders how to fit his words within a 30-second recording. This is the last time he could call you in a long time. So, he tries.

"Y/N, it's J-ji-. It's Seokjin. I just really needed you to know that I'm sorry," he chokes. He quickly breathes air into his lungs so as not to lose a second. "I'm going to be away for a while. My agency's putting me in a care center. A-and I want to do this, too. I'm going to get better, I promise. Y/N, you know I still lo-"

Beep

Seokjin swallows the remaining words. It's probably for the best that he was cut off. You were already with someone else.

He can't help feeling bitter and jealous. But he also knows he gave up his right to do something about it the moment he walked away, and you were a saint to tolerate him for so long.

Resignation is the least he could do.

-

cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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[4:59 PM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 211

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving)

You're supposed to be cooking dinner.

The budae jjigae now simmers in its pot, forgotten and probably burning, the boiling water threatening to overflow. You're bent over the counter, your cheek pressed against the marble as your boyfriend's lips and tongue mercilessly attack your sopping center. Two of your own fingers are stuffed inside your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn good," Seokjin mumbles from his spot behind you, kneeled, eating you out like you're the most holiest meal ever, like he'll die if he doesn't finish you.

You uselessly whimper, your hips jolting when Seokjin swipes his tongue over your sensitive bud of nerves. The poor thing, throbbing from the stimulation it's receiving from your boyfriend. Your other hand reaches behind you to tangle itself in his black hair, a tear of pleasure streaming down your cheek.

"M-Mmph," you mewl at him, a pitiful warning of your oncoming orgasm.

"Shh," Seokjin hisses, digging his fingertips into the back of your thighs. You whimper at the pain, screwing your eyes shut. "We don't want my dongsaengs to come in here and see us like this, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Good." He slurps up some of your juices. "Now be a good girl and stay quiet."

© thekaykery 2021

[12:42 AM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 305

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (f), orgasm denial, mentioned face riding

special tags: @playmetheclassics

This is not how you imagined your day going.

You pictured this: You and Seokjin, happily exploring Disney World and enjoying everything it has to offer, the food, rides, and all the magic and adventure. Not you pinned against the wall in a bathroom stall, your boyfriend knelt before you, his sinful lips attached to your aching pussy.

"S-Seokjin," you breathlessly whisper, your brows knitted together, your teeth worrying your lip. Outside this stall, people are coming and going, doing their business, completely oblivious to what's happening here.

Seokjin hums against you, his eyes dark and sultry while he flicks his tongue against your clit. You jolt at the stimulation, covering your mouth to muffle your quiet moan. Your other hand grips the handicap bar behind you, your knuckles white from your tight grip. The giggling of children mocks you, shaming you for your ungodly actions right now.

He continues working, lapping at your sensitive nub like a newborn kitten, occasionally suckling on it like one too. You tremble on his tongue, your toes curling in your shoes. He's been at this for a good few minutes, and you're already close.

You desperately pant into your hand, bucking your hips, greedily wanting your release, but when you're just about to tip over the edge, Seokjin breaks away, his chin shiny with your juices.

"The fuck?" you mouth at him with wide eyes, betrayal on your face.

"Now, now," Seokjin murmurs, standing, replacing your panties and skirt, "I'm not letting you cum in the bathroom. Be good for me until we get home, alright?"

You did as he ordered, your legs shaking and your cunt throbbing from the denial of your orgasm. When you arrive home a couple hours later, you ride his face for a while, enjoying his talented mouth a little better this time.

© thekaykery 2022

Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

Growing into Love

pairing:Husband!Seokjin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, slight angst, husband Jin, non-idol!au, Arranged marriage trope, mentions of parent issues

summary: Arranged marriage could've been a lot of things, but with Jin, it was nothing but comfortable. Maybe too comfortable that you hadn't realised when you'd both fallen in love.

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“You know what Mom, I’m sorry. I thought, for once, you’d understand me but of course. My bad. Let’s just forget this. Bye.”

No matter how long it had been, it was never easy. Even years of therapy cannot make the complicated relationship between your parents and you easier to deal with. After everything said and done, you still did love your parents and you knew they loved you too. Even if they weren't great at depicting it without it affecting you.

It was tiresome nevertheless. The constant back and forth, you still hoping they'd understand even though they haven't in the last twenty-seven years and them hoping you'd finally see their side.

It had gotten easier when you had moved out after high school. You had enjoyed the taste of freedom and independence for 6 years since high school, mainly because you knew it came with a deadline- arranged marriage. It was a tradition in your family, everybody always got an arranged marriage. Even after knowing that it’s your destiny, the fear of “what ifs” had eaten you up for years.

For years you'd fought against it, but eventually, you lost all the will to fight and gave in. You had no choice. No matter how much you did, they always demanded more. Maybe you were to blame, for hoping even after everything.

With all the thoughts and the pain still fresh in your heart, you slump against the sofa on the floor throwing your phone on the coffee table. You're trying your best to not let the tears fall. Leaning your head back you just breathe and try to stop the well-known spiral that was going on in your brain.

"That bad huh?"

The voice startles you. You open your eyes to see your husband standing at the kitchen entrance looking at you. His wide shoulders clad in his favourite white t-shirt, a pink worn-out apron on his slender waist, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the soft features on his face slowly turning into concern as he assessed you.

Being married to Seokjin had been a pleasant surprise. Both of you knew what you were getting into, had spoken openly about your needs and kept to your boundaries. You understood that love was not exactly an option in your situation, but there was never any animosity between the two of you.

After a year of marriage, you'd become friends and partners/ teammates of sorts and constantly enabled each other to succeed. You had a routine, shared chores, shared your hobbies with each other and existed in perfect harmony. There was never a need or yearning for more, as it felt comfortably natural at every point.

Everything you'd learnt about him made you want to remove all the unfair pain he'd been through and protect him from further pain. One month into your marriage you got to know that his family had caused him a broken heart and forced him into this predicament. Yet he was always polite and nice to you and his family, and your respect for him grew multifold. Then you began noticing how he was often silent and blue when he thought no one was paying him attention. His smile faded every time he turned away from people which made you feel like it was you who was getting hurt.

But along the way, in the last year, Jin had genuinely become more balanced. His over-hyper nature around people and the eerily silent persona at home had slowly eased into a balance that dances on the verge of both. He makes you laugh almost every day, has cried in front of you a couple times and always cooked the most delicious meals every weekend. Jin was also a complete crackhead, especially when his younger brother Jungkook visits- which is almost all the time. Jungkook had been a big part of your life since your marriage and you would not have it any other way. Especially since it made Jin smile from his heart (and annoyed him to know bounds that you spoiled Jungkook).

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You blink at the voice, Jin is now crouching in front of you, back leaning against the coffee table as he looks at you. His eyes filled with worry, lips puckered and hair tousled. You bite your lips to prevent the threatening tears from falling down.

"Didn't you hear ?" You ask with a quivering voice, referring to the phone call you had with your parents moments ago.

"No, I was caught up in making lunch." He settles one hand on your shoulder in a pat. "But from the look on your face, I assume it didn't go well. If you want to talk, you know I'm here."

You nod, blinking more furiously in a futile attempt. He smiles and wipes the tears away.

"It's ok to cry, we spoke about this."

"I know. That's what I'm doing." You say as more tears fall and a smile graces your face. "Aha, I know what will cheer you up." His eyes widen and a mischievous smile plays on his face as you look at him in confusion. "I'll call Jungkookie, you are always happy when he annoys me. I don't get it but it'll work for now." You look at him for a moment to gauge how serious he is and end up laughing when he picks up his phone to call the younger one.

"No no Jin don't call kookie. Poor thing, he really wanted to sleep in this weekend. Plus he really needs to start hanging out with people other than us." You say between laughing as Jin puts his phone down.

"Hmmm," he thinks as he absentmindedly wipes more of your tears away and you're watching in anticipation waiting for his next suggestion. "In that case, maybe ice cream will help?" He asks with big eyes and a pout, looking like an innocent child. You immediately nod like an excited 5-year-old at his suggestion.

Jin brings you the ice cream tub you'd both bought at the supermarket and hands over a spoon.

"Here, enjoy!" "Hehe thanks, I love you. You're the best Jin." "Aissh, love you too. I'll go check on lunch. don't eat too much."

You were about to hum back in response but froze mid-action, ice cream spoon on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes widen in reaction and you drop the spoon on the floor. This causes Jin to stop midway to the kitchen and look at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He says rushing to your side. You just look at him in pure shock.

"We, I- we-" The words fail to come out of your mouth and your mind is a mess. "We what?" He asks, the concern back on his face.

"wesaidiloveyou" The words leave your mouth in such a hurry that Seokjin almost misses it. When he realises he gets more confused and replies with a shrug, "Yeah so?"

"What do you mean so? We said THE words Seokjin." The incredulous look on his face stays put and you add, "For the first time."

He scoffs and smiles. "This is not the first time."

"What?"

His smile falters, "You don't remember?" "Remember what? Jin don't mess with me now." Your voice is timid and you feel a giant lump creeping up your throat.

"You're the one messing with my head right now. Do you really not remember saying I love you to me that night?" He looks at you in disbelief, ears reddening and his pout in full display. "What night?"

"Y/N, come on seriously?" "I really don't remember Seokjin."

He stares at you for a moment too long, sighs and walks back to the kitchen. You close the ice cream tub and run to follow him in. He's stirring the stew in the pot and even though his back is facing you, you don't miss the agitation in his movements. You wait for him to close the lid on the pot and watch as he just stares at the wall. Slowly you move closer to him but he whips around even before you could tap on his shoulder, and looks at you.

"Jin, I really do not remember what you are referring to and I'm sorry. Just tell me when it was, please." You give him your best puppy eyes and he sighs leaning his head back on the shelf above, before facing you again.

"The night after we went to your cousin's wedding, in bed, before sleeping you told me you love me and I said it back." Your jaw drops to the floor. "That was three months ago," is all you say as you try your best to jog your memory of the night.

That had been a particularly rough family function- with your father questioning every career choice you had made, your mother constantly criticising your outfit choice and every other relative asking you only about your plans to have kids. Seokjin had been very comforting and stayed by your side the entire night. You remember how his hand never moved from the small of your back the entire night and how he kept running circles on your palm whenever he held them. That night you were sure you had fallen for Seokjin, but you did not remember vocalising it to him. And definitely did not remember him saying it back.

Jin's strained sigh brings you back to the man in front of you, he is doing his best to look positive and lighthearted about this and you can see it.

"Why didn't you bring it up the next day?" You wanted to say sorry, you wanted to hug him but this was the only sentence that came out of your mouth. "I figured you said it in a sleepy daze. And maybe you didn't mean it." Jin sounds so small and nervous at the moment.

"But then it happened again." He adds before you can say anything and all you can say is, "HUH?"

He rubs his palm on the back of his neck and nods. "Yeah, actually you've said it 7 times in the last three months including today."

"WHAT?" Jin looks as shocked as you do at this revelation.

"Why the hell do I not remember it?" "How the hell am I supposed to know." Jin's voice comes out sharper and you realise how all of this might be for him. But he turns back to the dish on the stove and you are left to jog your memory to see if he was right.

"The second time was when I bought you the big chocolate cake when you were on your period- two months back," Jin says in the most neutral tone and the memory comes back to you.

You hadn't even informed him about your periods, he somehow always knew. But you were positively shocked when he walked into your shared bedroom with a chocolate cake in his hand, explaining that it will ease your cramps. It might've been possible that you voiced the exact feeling you were having in a moment of joy.

"Then it was a week later when you were leaving for work." Jin is now back to stirring and assessing his pot and his voice seems muffled.

"When?" He turns to look at you for a brief second, he assesses your confused face and turns back smirking.

"You said 'I love you bye' on your way out the door, I knew you didn't realise it. In fact, you did this again twice, Kookie was here during the fifth time."

"Wha- How... Do I have memory loss?" Jin turns around and you can see the smile he's trying to control. "Don't laugh, Jin. How else do you explain my not remembering saying it?" He stays leaning on the counter with his smirk playing on his face and says, "So you definitely don't remember drunkenly professing your love for me last week and then proceeding to cuddle me the entire night until I laid you on the bed in the morning right?"

If you were shocked till now it was nothing compared to this bombshell Jin dropped on you.

"Are you lying?", "No why would I!" Jin looks convincingly innocent but it only worsens your confusion. How did you miss such an important moment of both of your lives. Your husband loves you and has said so multiple times but your brain has successfully managed to forget that. You try your best to remember but nothing out of the ordinary jumps from your brain.

He breaks down laughing- screeching noises and all, as he watches you process it. Your first reaction, post-shock, is to hit him in the arms and exasperatedly pout.

"Jin, that's not fair. Why the hell did you not tell me any of this ?"

He sobers up then and stands in front of you, holding both your shoulders and a sweet smile on his face. "I didn't mean to hide it, I just thought you didn't want to bring it up. Y/N, you told me yourself that you're a flight risk and that you weren't looking for love. I didn't want to make you panic."

"Aww that's sweet of you." He nods annoyingly smug and you roll your eyes. "But I still feel horrible that I didn't even notice it fully. I mean.. how does one forget that?" Jin shakes his head at your words and gives a little squeeze to your shoulder as he says, "You didn't forget it, it just came so naturally to you that it wasn't a big deal."

You look up at his eyes hearing his words. "Was it the same for you?" Jin gulps and rubs the back of his neck again. He's turning redder by the minute and you love seeing him like this. "Well, yeah. I actually said it a week before you did for the first time." You open your mouth to react but he interrupts you. "And no, you didn't forget it. I was scared and told it when you were sleeping."

"When?"

"Aiish, I don't remember Y/N." He's almost as red as a tomato now. You scoff at his words. "Oh please, you just listed the 7 very random days I told you I love you. And I know for a fact you remember when you first said it. Spill it, Jin." Jin is fully blushing and you're sure you are too by how heated up your cheeks feel. You continue riling him up by poking his arms till he swats you away and answers your question.

"I- Oh god stop Y/N, I'll tell.", "Okay, go on."

"It was the night you suggested we sleep in the master bedroom together because you felt it was unfair that I had to sleep in the guest room." Jin covers his hands in his face and cringes at himself while you've got the biggest smile playing on your face. You start giggling and that makes him look up from his hands with a pout.

"Ya don't laugh at me!" "No, no I'm not laughing at you. It's just... that's all it took for you to fall in love with me?"

His face immediately changes from his pout to a soft smile. "That's because I didn't fall in love, and neither did you.", "Oh." You try your best to let it not show but you know that your face has deflated just the way your heart felt.

Jin notices it and smiles before adding, "We didn't fall in love, we grew into it, and that's much better. I've fallen in love before and you know what, when you fall it feels like you're flying until you crash. I think falling in love is a sad thing." He moves closer and holds your face in his palms as you look up at him without breaking eye contact. "With you, with us, we didn't fall and we won't crash. I've been in a relationship where even the smallest things were a big deal- every 'I love you' and anniversary. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying I really do prefer how natural it feels to just say I love you and not make a big deal of it. With you, specifically. I love how we just started doing things together without overthinking it. So yea, we grew into loving each other."

By the time he is done you're eyes are watering and the tears flow down your cheeks. He wipes them away and you just stare at him, thinking about his words. He was right, almost all of your firsts since your wedding have been entirely unspoken. One day you just cuddled against him while watching a movie and neither of you questioned it. Or when he randomly pulled you in a bear hug and cried after a tough day, or when he comforted you during your family functions and you did the same. Even when you were busy trying to fight off any feelings because of your fear, you couldn't succeed. It all felt natural.

"Y/N, please don't cry. You've been crying since the damn phone call and now I've made you cry too." You shake your head sideways and pull him into an embrace, leaning your head on his chest and sniffling your tears in. He rubs your back trying to calm you down, which you do because Jin always knows how to calm you. You lift your head from his chest and look at him, still in a tight embrace.

"How are you this smart and amazing?" He smiles shyly and then smirks before adding, "I am 3 years older than you and I know a lot more than you do!"

"Tch, what a shame I didn't record that and send it to Jungkook. He'd be so happy to see you admit that you're old." You tease and Jin looks at you in mock anger which causes you to laugh.

"I've been realising it here and there but like you said nothing felt out of the ordinary or uncomfortable enough to question it. So... okay I agree, we grew into loving each other." Jin nods with a fond smile. "Now what?" you add with raised eyebrows watching keenly as Jin smirks and his hug around you gets tighter. Your face heats up as he leans into you slowly, your eyes trained on those plump lips of his that have always caught your attention. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to hit your lips and finally fee-

TRIINGGGGG

The sound of Jin's ringtone blaring from his pant pocket makes both of you jump away from the embrace. Recovering faster from the shock, Jin picks up the phone and curses as he shows you the called ID- Jungkook.

You laugh as Jin attends the call and immediately starts cursing the younger one and Jungkoook lets out his usual Elmo giggles and shouts for you to support him.

Jin was right, this all felt natural. This is your family, your home and you'd cherish it forever.

Music To My Ears (Jin x Siren!Reader)

Genre: Supernatural Au, College Au, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language (just a bit), whole lotta angst, brief mentions of suicide, story also goes back and forth from Jin’s to Y/N’s POV, Fluuuufffff

Word Count: 9K, lets goooo

“What about Jiwoo?”

“No way.”

“There’s that girl from my psych class, Dae?” Jin scoffed and shook his head furiously.

“Anyone that shares a class with you Joon is a no-go. I want simple and easy, not a therapy session on why I’m ‘afraid’ of commitment.”

Joon shakes his head with a light chuckle, “Maybe you should be asking yourself that question.”

Jin laughs at his friend like he’s the funniest thing in the world, when Joon knows very well he’s not.

“Easy, I’m not afraid, I just don’t need a girlfriend right now. Monogamy is boring.”

Yoongi pulls his headphones off completely this time and turns to the two idiots taking up all the space on his bed, “Then why even bother with girls at all. Try flying solo for a while.”

That earns him a long, exaggerated eye roll.

“Because Yoongles, a man has needs.” If there was one quality Jin didn’t have, it was subtlety.

Being the most popular, handsome, and eligible guy on campus (self-coined, in case you couldn’t tell) was both a blessing and a curse. The pressure to pursue and please was insurmountable, and while Jin enjoyed a good challenge, he just wanted to relax and have some harmless fun while he could.

College wouldn’t last forever, and the endless pool of easy, available, no-strings-attached hook-ups died along with it, so Jin made it his mission to make the best of his last year here.

Only rule: girls in his dorm? OFF LIMITS. He made that mistake first year, and he still gets the stink eye from Yeri every time he goes to wash his clothes, and don’t even get him started on the various times the lights just “happened” to go out while he was taking a shower.

Everyone else is fair game and no repeats allowed. Some would call him a player, but he prefers opportunistic. I mean, campus is just serving him all of these gorgeous women on a silver platter, so what’s he supposed to do?

A painful groan breaks Jin from his thoughts, his attention flicking to the dark haired man now leaning so far back in his chair, it might just snap in half.

“Look, all I’m saying is that nothing good can come from your little ‘quest,’ ok?”

A snort from the eldest causes Yoongi to spin around and chuck his notebook at him, exasperation clear on his face.

“Except everything about it. No feelings, no mess, just fun.”

“Just because you don’t acknowledge the mess, doesn’t mean it’s not still there,” Yoongi counters, earning silence from his friends.

Jin ponders for a moment. Sure, sometimes he picked the wrong target and things got a little weird, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? It’s not like they didn’t know what they were getting into with him, he’s a pretty open book, ask anyone.

Then again, it’s not like he stuck around long enough to really gauge the outcomes, and to be honest, he doesn’t think he will be for a while. It may seem selfish, but come on, it’s not like any of these girls aren’t getting anything out of it, and he sees how some of them walk around all high and mighty afterwards. If anything, they’re using him just as much as he’s using them. Why not play the game if it’s a win-win?

The conversation on that dies out as quickly as it came, and after laughing about Joon’s mishap with his zipper in Physics for a solid 30 minutes, Yoongi gets fed up and kicks them out so he can finally study.

The walk back to his room is uneventful. His dorm is rather quiet at night, all the partying and adult shenanigans happens in Seo Hall or down the street at Phi Beta Nu. Jin loved a good kegger as much as the next guy, but the betas are just too stuck up their own asses you have to be fully inebriated to have any fun.

As he rounds the hall, he sees a slight steam sweep through the doorway to the communal bathrooms. If he were up to it, he totally would’ve messed with whoever was in their so late at night, but after the conversation with Yoongi and Joon, he couldn’t bother.

Usually his friends would be excited or at least fake being into his dumb conquests, but he could tell they were starting to worry about him. Jin wasn’t always like this, looking for easy and replaceable love, but after his girlfriend of almost 2 years broke up with him before they both started junior year, he just didn’t see the point in the long-term when it would all just fall apart in the end.

Jin was tired of putting in so much time and effort only to get slapped in the face and his heart ripped in two. No, the easiest way to protect your heart from breaking was to pretend you didn’t really have one, or at least use a fake while the real one is hidden away.

‘Love’ everyone but truly love no one.

Suddenly, he’s stopped just beyond the bathroom doorway, a sweet and soft voice dripping from the warm and damp air like fresh honey for only him to savor. It wasn’t uncommon for people to belt it out when they were alone in the shower, but this was something so uniquely and incredibly different, it pulled him in without any resistance.

Jin was not a pervert by any means, he’s always respectful and gentlemanly when it counted, and he knows it certainly doesn’t look that way as he carefully tiptoes through the doorway to find the source of the melody turning his insides to jelly and making his heart beat a little faster than normal.

Jin knew, he KNEW, this was a bad idea, but something inside him just told him to keep going. He could pinpoint the exact stall it was coming from, could almost see her outline through the curtain, when the singing stopped.

So lost in his haze, Jin didn’t even realize he knocked over an empty caddy by one of the stalls, causing a light bang, and indicating to the mystery girl that she was no longer alone.

Before he could process what was happening, Jin was out of the bathroom as fast as lightning, the sound of her curtain ripping open spurring his feet to move faster. He was out of there and hiding behind the corner like a crazy person, praying to God he wasn’t found out.

Jin had never ever done something like this before, and he was hoping the first time he messed up would not be the time he got caught.

The water now off, he could hear her footsteps as she slowly peeked out from the doorway, searching for the suspect. Jin’s heart beat so loud he was scared she’d find him by that alone.

It was quiet for a moment, and Jin let himself sneak a peek past the edge of the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of this mystery girl. To his surprise, all he got was a flash of hair, the red color tinting her cheeks, and the fluffy pink of her robe as she quickly made her way down the hall towards her room.

He didn’t want to keep watching, anxious she’d feel his eyes and turn back and see him, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her stature, the curve of her body, the sway of her hair against her shoulders and back, it was so mesmerizing, and he could not for the life of him get her voice out of his head.

After she was locked away in her room, Jin began his retreat to his, only looking back once in the direction of her door.

‘No dorm mates, remember that,’ he repeated in his mind, over and over and over again. But no matter how hard he tried to hear that like a mantra in his mind, her voice was louder than any thought he could provide.

-

You were still a bit paranoid after last night. You lived in a dorm for heavens sake, and a coed one at that, of course other people would be in the bathroom. Usually, you waited late enough for everyone to be either gone partying, studying, or on the rare occasion, sleeping.

After all, you didn’t see anyone, it was probably just your brain making things up thanks to too many late nights binging horror flicks.

Still, you couldn’t help feeling wary. You rarely break your ‘no voice’ rule, but you just couldn’t help yourself sometimes. You missed letting the notes and melodies fall from your lips, no matter how dangerous it could be.

Late night showers with the water masking the sound became the only way you were able to take a break from playing mute. You didn’t like lying to people, but you just couldn’t risk it.

Not after what happened last time.

With your backpack strapped safely to your back and arms cradling your notebook, you cautiously made your way to class. You made it a habit of trying to avoid eye contact with everyone all together. Sometimes even a look could draw them in, so pushing everyone away was best.

Of course, this was nearly impossible to do as a student, but you learned ways to keep it at bay. Hide yourself in as many layers as you could, don’t wear anything eye-catching, keep your head down, and never stay too long.

You even requested a room to yourself, in fear a roommate would stir up unnecessary trouble, and you wanted to get through college as incident-free as possible after first year.

Of course, all of these precautions didn’t stop the trouble all together. When you first came to school, people, especially guys, were all over you. They’d cast the shy card, the innocent card, and when you wouldn’t fall into their traps, they’d casted you out all together.

The shy girl everyone wanted became the prude people avoided.

Albeit it was a bit lonely at times, you remembered that you weren’t here to make friends, you were here to get an education. On you couldn’t get where you were from, and one you had fought fiercely to obtain.

You weren’t going to let that be ripped away from you by a little bout of loneliness.

You made it to class with a few minutes to spare, your notebooks and pencils taking their places sprawled across your desk as you awaited instruction.

Class went by slower than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you. You weren’t a stranger to wandering eyes, but they usually lost interest rather quickly. This time, however, you could tell every time they’d wander back to you, and you knew better than to indulge and find the culprit.

Instead you ignored it, trying hard to focus on the lesson, and then suddenly, class is over and you realized you missed the assignment.

After waiting a few minutes for people to clear out, you made your way down to the professor, one you’d met plenty of times before, and began to sign.

Learning sign language was a skill that helped tremendously. Suddenly, you went from racing to write your thoughts out on paper, to being able to have sort-of easy flowing conversations when needed. Most were more than happy to accommodate you, bringing in an interpreter and some even knew a few basic signs to talk with you. For the the less forgiving ones, you still carried around your pad and pen.

You asked him if he would repeat the assignment due for next week, hands a bit shaky. You weren’t the best, but it was understandable. He happily obliged, and you took down the information on your planner.

After thanking him, you turn to head out, when a pair of eyes meet yours.

-

Jin couldn’t even escape this girl in his dreams. Suddenly, her voice echoed through every cavity of his brain, the image of her hair flowing as she walked down the hall distracting him from his daily tasks.

Now he was on the verge of being late for class and he couldn’t help but blame the girl a bit. He knew he was just being petty, but how could someone like her have evaded him for so long? How had he not noticed her before?

He was a charmer, a magnet for girls like her, so how had she slipped right through his fingers? Jin admittedly was more interested in the mystery right now than the girl herself, but he seemed that they are one in the same. After all, he couldn’t really be interested in someone he had never met before. And he didn’t even know why he was so taken in the first place.

Jin now made it his new mission to find out who this girl was, whether she wanted to be  found or not. He needed answers; why was she up so late? Why did her voice effect him so? Why had he never seen her before now?

When he finally stumbled into Psych, he never expected he’d find his suspect so soon. Yet, there she was, a few rows ahead of him, hair pushed behind her ears, supplies all laid out before her, and he didn’t mean to, but all he can do is stare.

How fate had lined this up so perfectly for him and what he did to deserve it, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that now that he could see her properly, in the daylight and not hiding behind a corner, the beating of his heart sped up so fast he was sure he might have a heart attack right there.

After intensely staring at her for a few seconds, he could sense the change in her demeanor, knew she could tell he was staring. He tried multiple times to pay attention to the lecture, but he just couldn’t seem to hold his focus on anything accept her.

He desperately did not want to make her feel uncomfortable, yet he could tell that’s exactly what he was doing. He could slap himself for it, now she’d never give him the time of day.

Jin spent so much time going back and forth with himself over what to do, he didn’t realize class had already come to a stop and people were filing out. As he snapped himself out of it, stuffing his things back into his bag, he saw that girl get out of her seat.

The bounce of her hair when she walked towards the professor made his stomach do flips, but he pushed the feeling aside to be reasonable. Was she pretty? Yes. Was he attracted to her? As much as you can be to a stranger, he guesses.

He watched as she rose her hands, moving them quickly albeit shakily, and the professor responded to her, giving her the notes for the assignment, which she quickly jotted down.

Now, that was interesting. Why was she using her hands to communicate when she could’ve just spoken to the professor? Jin was even more intrigued than he was before.

Just as he was about to leave them to it, she turned around, instantly locking eyes with him. Jin wasn’t sure what to do. Does he say hi? Pretend it never happened and flee? But before he could choose an option, you were already on your way towards him.

-

You weren’t planning on confronting him, but he was conveniently still there, standing, staring.

You’d never seen this boy before, but then again, you never made it your mission to remember names and faces. After all, they would never be permanent.

This time, however, something stirred inside you. A feeling like fate, maybe, wanted you to take initiative just this once.

You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly in him drew you forward, to believe that this was all okay and that you weren’t making a big mistake again.

Maybe it was the way his warm brown eyes seemed to grow when you caught his gaze.

Perhaps it was his lopsided smile as he internally decided what to do.

Good looks were something that obviously came naturally to him, but it wasn’t that.

No, you could feel something different emanating from him.  

A hidden warmth so purely good you couldn’t help but let it pull you in, no matter how scarily quick it was causing all your protective walls to crumble to the ground.

Stopping just in front of him, you tilt your head a bit to the side, questioning.

He just stares for a moment, realizes what he’s doing, and quickly plays it off cool, his hand coming to scratch the back of his neck.

“Hi, um, my name’s Jin. Nice to meet you.” His hand shoots forward to grasp yours, fingers sliding against one another’s and then falls back to his side.

You take a minute to think. He probably doesn’t know sign language. Maybe I should get my pad out.

You reach in your bag for your paper, when he clears his throat.

“You can talk, right?” He asks, but his tone is edging more towards statement, like he already knows the answer.

You freeze. Lying to him felt wrong, more wrong than it did with everyone else, which was incredibly strange due to him being a complete stranger.

You retract your hands, and look back up at him, shaking your head no.

His expression turns to confusion, which you quickly mirror. It’s when he notices your face that he scrambles to explain.

“It’s just...” he takes a deep sigh, “I heard you. The other night.” He stops, looking into your eyes for understanding. You don’t get the hint, so he continues.

“I was walking back to my room last night, and I heard someone singing in the shower. Their voice was so beautiful. So I waited around a bit, and I saw you leave.”

You can feel the flush rise up through your cheeks, staining every inch of your face in utter embarrassment and fear.

How could you have been so stupid?

Shaking your head no so vigorously it might fall off, you quickly rush past him. You needed to get out of there. Create some distance; a LOT of distance. No way were you going to make the same mistake again.

Expecting him to just drop it, you’re surprised when his footsteps echo behind you.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to make you upset... I just-“ but before he could finish, you whip around, throwing your arms up, signaling him to stop.

You rip your pad and pen from your bag, and scribble out your frustration.

His eyes drop from yours to the pad in front of him.

“Just leave me alone. Please.”

You turn to leave, but he steps in front of you.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Why can’t you just talk to me. I know you can.” He seemed almost upset with you. How could he be upset with you?!?

“None of your business. Goodbye.” You shove it in his face and once he’s flustered, you make your escape.

Making your way back to your dorm, fuming at the absolute audacity of this guy, you make a mental note to never trust yourself again when it comes to stupid feelings. I mean, how the hell you had felt any warmth in him was beyond you. How dare he act like he knows you. He doesn’t know a damn thing!

You were so caught up in mentally beating the shit out of this ‘Jin’ guy, you didn’t even notice him walk past you and go into his room just down the hallway.

-

“And then she just shoves her notebook in my face and walks off! What the hell?”

To say Jin is thoroughly aggravated would be an understatement.

He could deal with a girl just not being interested in him, whatever, but for a girl to make him feel stupid like that?

He wasn’t sure about a lot of things, but he was 100% sure that that girl was the one he heard singing in the bathroom the other night. He feels it in his bones.

“Well, you did basically accuse her of faking being mute or whatever.” Yoongi was only half painting attention to the conversation, once again mind clouded with all of the work he had to do. Jin could tell, but he was too frazzled to care.

Sure, he definitely could’ve handled the situation better, but everything about her made him nervous, and then she shuts him down, without so much as a second thought? She didn’t even know him for heavens sake, how could she treat him like he was just some douche?

“I didn’t mean to, I was trying to be nice, but she is just so frustrating. I didn’t demand she tell me her life story, I just know she can talk and I wanted to hear her voice again.” Yoongi ignored him, so Jin sighed as loud as he could and left the room.

As he was walking back to his room, he passed your door. He took a quick glance at the name sprawled across the little cut-out butterfly that the floor advisor made for all the tenants. Y/N.

Her negativity towards him should’ve deterred him, even stopped him all together. Oh, but that’s not how Jin works. Now he had even more of a reason to figure this Y/N out. He was going to get her to talk to him if it was the last thing he did.

In his room, he grabs his laptop and starts researching sign language. If she wants to play hard ball, I’ll learn the game.

Despite his love of simple and easy, Jin couldn’t resist this challenge, and he couldn’t help but feel like this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.

Forget one night stands, he wanted to, scarily enough, put in the work for this one. Something in his heart was telling him you’d be worth the effort.

He’d find a way to get to you, no matter how long or hard it’d be.

Jin understands having secrets and your right to keep them, but what could be so bad about a voice?

-

After as peaceful of a night’s sleep as you could get in a dorm, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter with Jin yesterday. Keyword: almost.

It could’ve just been completely forgotten all together if he hadn’t been standing outside your door as soon as you walked out for class, an annoying smirk plastered to his smug little face.

You were startled, which only seemed to make his smile grow, as if annoying you made his entire day. The dynamic you two had developed over less than a full day of knowing each other was nothing short of absolutely insane. How could two complete strangers suddenly be so ‘comfortable’ around each other?

Obviously Jin was more comfortable with you than vice versa, considering he went from listening to you in the shower, to confronting you in class, to now waiting for you outside your room. Either this guy is incredibly bold or incredibly stupid.

One glance might see a friend waiting outside your dorm to walk you to class. Another might see a stalker waiting for their prey. You knew Jin was just curious, it wasn’t something you hadn’t encountered before, so you entertained the thought that he just might lie somewhere in between those two extremes just to humor yourself.

He approached you, carefully, his demeanor shifting, softening, like he didn’t want to press you. Maybe he just has one of those faces that always looks annoying for some reason.

You prepared yourself to walk away, to shake your head, give him the finger, stomp on his foot, you don’t know, just something, anything to get him off your back.

He would probably say something incredibly ignorant without meaning too and you’d have to take it in one ear and out the other without taking it to heart. After all, you didn’t want to fight with him. You didn’t really want anything to do with him considering your history and his revelation about a few nights before.

But as you lifted your hand to back him off, he started moving his hands in a fashion you had become familiar with. You watched the motion of his hands, the shapes he creates, the orientation of his palms, and realizes he’s trying to sign to me.

This kid. This fucking kid, who you just met yesterday, one you had definitely gotten off on the wrong foot with, spent his night, which could’ve been used to party, study, whatever. He spent it on learning some sign language. He spent all night practicing signs so he could talk to you.

Not sure whether you should be flattered or frustrated that he now could technically talk to you in a way you couldn’t just blatantly ignore, you stood, mouth gaped as he continued to move his hands over and over again.

It was sloppy, obviously, but the idea was there. He never took his eyes from you, waiting for you to understand and respond.

“I’m sorry,” he signs, “can we start over?” The look on his face closely resembles regret. He was actually apologizing. A college guy apologizing for acting like a jerk? Well, this was a first.

You wanted to forgive him right away. Honestly, he was just being normal. It’s not his fault you had a secret. You knew you overreacted, but you honestly wanted to throw him for a loop first. See if he could keep up with you, if it would be worthwhile to indulge in conversing and learning about one another, even though it broke all of your rules.

This was the first real contact you’d had in a long time, and you kind of missed it now that you’d had a taste.

You desperately want to break into a stupid grin, but remain stoic, which sends a rigid chill through Jin. He’s nervous you won’t accept his apology. That you’d hate him forever and he’d never get to know you, the real you.

“Why should I?” It takes him a minute and you repeating it once more for him to finally understand what you’re saying. He’s not surprised, after all, you don’t know him, he doesn’t know you, there is no basis of trust established, and all you had was his bad impression from yesterday to go on.

He thinks, mulling over in his head not only a proper response, but how to sign it well enough you’ll understand.

“I don’t know,” he thinks again, “just a feeling we could be friends.” He chuckles a bit at his awful signing, which he can tell is as bad as he thinks just by the confused way your eyes move following his hands and face.

It was honest. No bullshit. No lines. He was telling the truth, a truth you knew and felt on your own. Something drew you to him, you could feel it from the moment you locked eyes with him. After what happened the last time you let yourself get too close to someone, you were eager to push this feeling away to avoid repeating old mistakes.

Something about this one, though, felt different. It’s like he wasn’t seeing the side of you that lured people in. He was seeing the side of you that just wanted to be normal. The you that could put up a cool, collected front but easily break it down with your stubborn, childish, annoying side.

The you that was usually so well hidden from the outside world. Jin brought out the real you, the human in you.

It was too much to ask of a stranger, yet here he was, putting in the work and then some, just for the minuscule chance you might accept him, let him into your world.

He wasn’t looking for much, he just wanted to know you. You seemed like this perfect, put together girl that could have the world wrapped around your finger if you wanted. Yet you blockaded yourself from the joys and wonders of life, and he wanted desperately to understand why. Not for selfish purposes, but because he could see that you were forcing yourself to stand alone.

After all, he is the complete opposite. He has the world wrapped his finger and he knew it, exploiting it and taking all it offered him. Compliments, opportunities, lovers, they were his for the taking and he happily indulged. He couldn’t see how you could have the same opportunity and blatantly ignore it.

He could tell you weren’t happy just by looking in your eyes. The way you avoided him and others, how you went straight from class to your unshared room. How long had you cut yourself off from the rest of the world?

Jin wanted to understand the why so he could figure out if there was a way to change your mind. To show you that life had so much to offer, so many wonderful things, that you’d want to open up, experience life in a way that would leave every day feeling better than the last.

The last thing he thought you needed was a ‘knight in shining armor.’ No, you didn’t need help, he could tell you were strong, but he did think you could use a sidekick of sorts along the way. A friend, someone who indulges sometimes too much in the joys of life. Who better to show you just how fun life can be? Now all he needed was for you to be willing to let him.

Again, it was a lot for him to ask of you, a stranger, but he figured it was worth a shot. Worst case scenario, you’d tell him to bug off and never talk to him again, but you didn’t exactly talk to him much as it is, so there was nothing really to lose.

You, on the other hand, had a lot to lose.

Your first year, you had ignored the warnings of your family against going to university. You’d been homeschooled all your life to protect you, they had said. Turns out, they were actually protecting others from you.

You’d been starved of non familial human interaction, so when this kind-hearted guy paid attention to you, it made you feel special. Of course, it wasn’t as simple as you thought.

Back then you’d known little about controlling your abilities. When you spoke, it naturally affected some people more than others. This guy had been so far under your spell, it quickly edged on dangerous.

You’d tried to break things off as carefully as possible, spare him the hurt as best you could, but he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

It got worse, and suddenly you found yourself sitting in a police station being questioned about his suicide and you vowed never again.

Never again would you hurt someone like that; would not only put someone else through that, but yourself as well.

Pushing people away kept them safe. You were dangerous.

And all of a sudden, this goofy, broad-shouldered idiot with a dopey smile comes crashing into your life and you can’t help but feel like you won’t be able to shake him even if you tried.

As long as you kept quiet, you figured, what was the harm in letting him hang around?

You let out an exasperated sigh, one that catches Jin’s attention as he eagerly awaits for you to sign something, anything.

“Fine. Forgiven.” Light glimmers in his eyes as he flashes you a big grin, happy with the verdict.

“Friends?” He adds, extending a hand for you to shake. You stare at his fingers, hesitant and nervous that a touch could even be a trigger. You slowly take his hand, and after finding no problem, shake.

“Do I have a choice?” You sign, and take his loud laugh and head shake as a big fat no, not that you were surprised.

He follows just behind you as you walk to class in silence, but he starts to move his hands again, and as you look over, you see, “Cool, can I copy your Psych homework?”

Instant regret.

-

Did you see that right? No way, maybe you missed something. You signal him to sign again.

“Are you Friday homework busy?” He doesn’t seem to catch on that what he said made no freaking sense whatsoever, so you sign ‘again.’

Jin rolls his eyes, repeating his hand motions for the third time, and you still can’t figure out what the hell he’s on about.

It’s been a few months since you’d started ‘hanging out,’ though 99% of the time it was Jin just following you around, watching you do homework or other mundane things, and asking you to let him copy your assignments when he couldn’t be bothered to do them himself.

It was something hard to get used to at first, but soon you found yourself falling into a rhythm with him. Suddenly he was a natural part of your every day, something you quickly looked forward too even though you you would never tell him that.

So after being around him for so long, you knew he could sign better than that. Usually he’d catch himself, laugh off the embarrassment, and let you help him get it right.

This, needless to say, was highly unusual.

Jin, on the other hand, found your confusion hilarious. He didn’t give it away that he thought as much, because he was doing it on purpose after all.

After spending a few months with you, he’d noticed how quickly you placed him into your routine. As much as he enjoyed that, he wanted to change it up. He learned a lot about you, from the way you twirl your pencil when your bored, to the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re embarrassed. Even your cute ugly laugh when he does something stupid.

He loved all those things, loved that you share them with him, but you were still hiding a part of yourself, and Jin was determined to find it and uncover it. He just wants you to be completely, wholly, and unapologetically you, because to him, nothing could be better.

To say he became quite infatuated with you with every new discovery would be an understatement. He felt like a lovesick puppy sometimes, and all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and tell you dumb jokes to make you smile.

Of course, you probably only thought of him as a friend, and Jin was totally fine with that. He was just happy that you’d accepted him at all, and he wasn’t about to ruin that over what was probably just a silly crush.

So, Jin had come up with this ‘clever’ plan to get you to actually talk to him. With everything he’s learned about you, he knew how impatient you could be, especially when frustrated.

If he signs so bad you can’t understand him, you’ll quickly get fed up and open your mouth, considering you’d caught yourself almost doing so numerous times before. While Jin was also very anxious about stirring up your wrath, he thought it would most likely be worth it in the long run if he could get you to speak.

And you were quickly falling into his trap.

How in the hell was he not seeing that his structure was making zero sense? You try to sign to him, tell him to knock it off, but he just looks at you confused. He knows these signs so why is he acting like he doesn’t understand you?

You could feel a few wandering eyes, knowing fully well that they were getting a laugh out of your charades session with Jin. You could feel the heat creep up your neck, and you wanted so badly to tell him to piss off, stop messing with you, to cuss him out.

You bit your tongue for as long as you could, but the dam finally collapsed, your fist flying into his shoulder.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Quite being an asshole!” You whisper shout at him, and the cheering erupts in Jin’s mind, confetti cannons bursting, a song of victory playing on loop.

He couldn’t help the smile that quickly took over his face, no matter how intense your death glare was. He wanted to lunge forward and hug you, for you to say something again.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was dying to hear his name drip from your lips, no matter the context.

“Sorry, what was that?” He prodded, softly punching your shoulder back.

Rolling your eyes, you tense at the realization you just spoke out loud. What the hell were you thinking? That was just it, you weren’t.

Your hand flies to cover your mouth, not wanting to make eye contact with Jin. You didn’t know what to expect except the absolute worse, and when he rests his hand on your knee, you look up.

His expression is sympathetic, “You know, you don’t have to be scared to talk to me.” His voice is low as to not scare you.

You search his eyes for a telltale sign that he’s affected. Usually, their eyes turn a bit hazy, but his were clear as day.

Considering you’d just cut yourself off from people as best you could, you weren’t sure if there was a possibility there were people out there that couldn’t be affected. Obviously others like you weren’t, but you could tell when you were near another sea-born, almost like a telepathic bond you had with your kind.

Jin was an enigma to say the least.

The fear that coursed through your veins subsided a bit, and it was slowly replaced with a building excitement. You might have found someone, a human none the less, that you could finally speak to. Your time of solitude might have finally been over.

Jin was scared to say anything else. He thought maybe he’d pushed you to far, been unfair, and built a new barrier between the two of you. It was when he saw the smile crawl onto your face that he realized he might have just cracked you right open.

Seeing that smile, one full of potential and excitement he didn’t quite understand, was like caffeine to the butterflies in his stomach. His heart raced a mile a minute, a warmth coursing through his veins filling him with an energy he’d never known before.

Now this was something he could get used to.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to lunge forward and wrap your arms tightly around his neck, taking him a second to pull himself from the shock to return the hug.

“You wanna go somewhere and talk?” He asks, and your eyes light up.

You pull him up from his seat in the library, heading towards the dorms nodding your head.

“By the way,” you start, Jin following close behind you. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at him, a smirk on your face, “I know you did that on purpose, Jin.”

He knows he should’ve been worried by the tone behind your words, but once his name left your lips, that was all he could focus on the whole walk to your room.

-

“Never? Like, never ever?” Jin’s face contorts in amused surprise. He’d been questioning you for the past hour about everything under the sun, from childhood pet trauma to inappropriate crushes.

You roll your eyes, though a giggle escapes your lips, “No, I’ve never ever thought of a teacher that way.” You hold his pillow tighter to your chest as he falls over the end of his bed, clearly exasperated and not believing you for a second.

“There’s no way. There are at least, like, 3 of your professors that are, objectively, sexy as hell and you’re telling me you’ve never thought about?”

You shake your head, “Nope, not once.” The laughter easily flows from your lips as he gets frustrated.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.” He smirks at you, and you pretend to get defensive.

“What, and you have?” That sends him over the edge in giggles, rolling around the bed, causing the whole thing to shake, including you.

He lifts himself up and stares at you, “Of course! I’m a normal, healthy man aren’t I?” You’re not sure how to respond without laughing and making him question himself, so you just playfully smack his arm and agree.

“Fine, fine. I guess I’m just a weirdo then.”

“Amen to that!” He bounces, smirking at you, earning himself another slap. He fakes hurt and snatches the pillow from your arms, pouting.

“I may be a weirdo, but you’re just a big baby.” Your hand caresses through his brown locks, his eyes peeking from the edge of the pillow, the smile in them giving himself away.

Being able to talk to each other out loud opened many new doors for the two of you in the weeks that followed. It was exciting to get to know someone on an intimate level like this, without fear of it going south the way it had before.

It was, surprisingly, normal. The most normal you had felt in a long, long time.

Suddenly you had someone to share your thoughts and feelings with, even the most mundane of them. Friendship unlocked this whole new side of yourself you’d never experienced before.

Jin felt the same way. He didn’t realize how he was just blowing through life like it was nothing until he met you. Every minute was spent finding something new he cherished about you, instead of wasting it away with childish things like he had in the past.

He found new meaning in every day, spending more time living and having fun with you, rather than complaining about his trials and tribulations to Namjoon and Yoongi (which they were utterly grateful to you for).

You both had something to look forward to every day; each other.

In the beginning you thought you were total opposites bound for failure. Jin was this upbeat, extrovert with a wild side. You were the quiet, introvert scared of human interaction.

Turns out you both just needed a nudge to find there was more in common there than you thought.

You both could be loud, stubborn, silly, and an absolute mess.

Could be quiet, modest, and hide yourselves away.

Both could be intense and emotional, but there for the other no matter what.

Jin was the yin to your yang. You could be whatever the other needed at any specific moment in time.

You both didn’t want to admit it to each other quite yet, but he was your best friend, the only person you wanted and needed, and vice versa.

You’d never experienced love before, didn’t know what it felt like or what to expect, but you believed in your heart it had to be something like this.

As you get up off the bed to put your shoes on and head back to your room, his hand wraps gently around your wrist. It’s late, the light of the moon seeping through his blinds, and he can’t help but admire the way it lights up your face as you turn to look at him.

“Stay?” He asks, and you don’t even have to answer.

Cuddling up to each other under the multitude of blankets covering his bed, you can’t help but truly feel at peace for the first time in your life, with your head laying on his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat echoing through your ears as you both fall asleep.

-

You stayed in bed all day. Didn’t answer your phone when it went off, didn’t answer the door when he knocked, just stayed wrapped in your blanket, eyes focused on the clouds beyond your window.

It was the third anniversary of the incident. You didn’t know what else to call it. Black clouds hung over you, and the feeling like everything you had built with Jin would crumble the same way cast them harsher overhead.

You hadn’t even told him about it yet, amazed he had never once pushed you to do so either. Jin was curious by nature, but he knew some things about your past were off limits, and he respected that.

That didn’t stop him from worrying about the distance lately. You are his best friend, and you spent a majority of your time together. So when that came to an abrupt halt the day before, he desperately wanted to find out why so he could help pull you out it.

He missed you, and he hated knowing something was wrong that he couldn’t fix.

You were just about to pull yourself up to make a cup of tea when a loud series of knocks came from your door. You figured it was probably Jin again, but when they got harsher and faster, you decide to check just in case.

The mug you cradled in your hands fell to the floor, a light crash sounding out as it cracked into pieces.

“Shit.”

You picked them up as quickly as possible, tossing them to the trash and returning to the door.

A cold rush bled through your veins, a violent churn brewing in your stomach as you opened the door.

You didn’t even have time to prepare yourself before she was in your face, visibly distressed.

Her brown hair the same as it had been that day she locked eyes with you as you were escorted from the station, watching an officer hold her as back as she tried to go after you.

You thought she’d given up on crucifying you, or at least tried to. You never expected after three years for her to show up in person, eyes blazing in search of vengeance.

“I heard you’ve lured some new victim into your trap, where is he? Or have you already strung him up like you did Jay?” She spit, venom lacing every syllable.

You didn’t have much of a choice, so you moved away from her assault, giving her full access to search your room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look, Lia, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m sorry.” You keep your voice soft as not to stir the pot, but it doesn’t help. She’s visibly enraged and nothing was going to change that.

She pauses her search to rush you, get in your face, causing you to retreat, but she holds you in place like a rag doll.

“I won’t ever accept your apology. You killed my brother you bitch,” her grip on your arms tighten, causing you to wince.

“If you think, even for a second, that his death wasn’t all because of you, then you’re fucking thick. If it wasn’t for you, he’d still be here!” She choked, tears streaming down her face.

Paralyzed. You felt nothing, not the warm tears on your cheeks, the grip of her hand on your arm, the sharp sting as the other made contact with your face. Even as she left and a new figure entered your line of vision, you stood there; empty.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Jin wants to reach out for you, but is scared it might make things worse. It’s when you collapse in his arms he lets the breath he’d been holding in out, wrapping his arms around you, cradling you tight as you cry.

He’d never seen another person talk to you, let alone assault you like that girl just had. He was still processing everything that happened, and couldn’t help but wonder how far it would’ve gone if he hadn’t shown up.

A few minutes later, he’s holding you cuddled up in a blanket on your bed as the crying subsides.

Jin wants to ask what the hell happened, who that girl was, and why you just stood there and let her hurt you? There was no way in hell you could’ve done anything to deserve that outburst.

He peeks down at your tear stained face, red and wet snuggled into his chest. His heart felt like it was being crushed inside of him. Seeing you in such a state physically hurt him.

He hears you sniffle and looks down to see you peering up at him through wet lashes.

“I have to tell you something.”

-

Out of every possible thing you could’ve told him, this was not even in the realm of things he could’ve expected.

He was still trying to grasp the whole ‘siren’ thing, which should’ve sent him running for the hills, but the way you explained what happened with the guy first year, then the incident with his sister a few hours earlier, he didn’t think he could just walk away.

His mind and heart were in a battle, one choosing sanity and the other choosing you. The way you refused to look him in the eyes as you spilled your darkest secrets cast a heavy sadness onto him. He not only felt the pain from your words, but the pain you were feeling.

He knew he should’ve ran to comfort you, hold you, tell you it’d be alright and that it wasn’t your fault.

But a dark thought kept him rooted to his seat across the room from you.

What if it was?

He didn’t want to think this way, to believe that you could be behind something so horrible, but with the revelation of your ‘affliction’ his mind couldn’t help but wonder there.

You said it left people feeling like there was no other way. Like they were forced to pine for you, to long for you, until they couldn’t take it any more.

He’d heard stories of creatures from the sea that lured men to their deaths. Now he was face to face with one, and he was torn between the you he knew and the you he read about.

The horrid thought that everything he felt for you was all a trick made him sick to his stomach, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but once that thought took hold, he couldn’t break free from it.

He needed air, space, time to think.

All of this meant walking away from you.

A part of you knew it from the way his face dropped as you snuck a peek from the corner of your eye. It didn't stop the sinking feeling that you once again ruined everything.

You didn’t even bother looking at him as he left, missing the horrible attempt at a fake smile as he went, slightly shaking.

As Jin closed the door behind him, you both let a few tears free fall, crying for everything you had built together as it all came crashing down.

You didn’t care about Lia, the incident, anything. You just wished you’d never come here, met Jin, and hurt him. He deserved better than a monster.

And a monster is all you’d be.

-

“I’m just happy you’re finally coming home sweetheart. Your dad and I miss you.” A pathetic little smile formed on your lips, holding the phone with your shoulder as you finished packing the last things into your suitcase.

“I miss you guys too. See you in a few hours.” You set your phone down and cross the room to grab the book you’d been reading and shove it in your bag.

Christmas break finally arrived to relieve you of the dragging of classes and stuffy dorm. It’d been a while since you’d found time to go home, but you realized this was something you needed.

To get away.

It’d been over a month, and you quickly fell back into your old habits. Class, room, nothing in between. You dropped Psych, avoiding Jin at all costs, although he’d figured he’d done his best to avoid you as well.

The warmth that had taken up space in your previously empty life had fled as quickly as it came. You didn’t talk to anyone, you didn’t sign to anyone, you took on extra classes to finish early. You wanted to be done. You wanted to go home.

Luckily, you had the opportunity to take all online classes your last semester, so you would not be returning to the dorms in the spring. That chapter of your life was over, and even though you were sad to see it go, you knew there was nothing holding you here anymore.

The hassle of it all just wasn’t worth it.

Grabbing the few things you had left, the rest of which you had sold since you wouldn’t need it anymore, you made your way out of the room, locking it for the last time. Before you turned to head down the hallway, you took one last look down the hall to a familiar door.

You figured he’d probably already left for the holiday, since most of the dorms had. Not that it mattered, you wouldn’t speak to him and he wouldn’t speak to you.

Strangers once again.

The once resentment you harbored towards him for cutting you off without explanation was filled with sympathy. You couldn’t expect him to understand and accept you after everything that had happened. You wanted him to live a normal happy life, fall in love with a normal girl that would be good for him.

You couldn’t give him that and you had to accept that. In the end, you were happy with the time you did have together. He’d always be your best friend, no matter how much time and distance separated you.

You both harbored no ill feelings towards each other, it was just something that had to be done, something that was inevitable in your opinion. People like you and people like him just weren’t meant to be.

Grabbing the handle of your suitcase, you make your way down to the lobby to return your key and head to the train station before your train left.

Stepping out of the elevator, you see a familiar figure standing at the front desk, back towards you.

You could tell that brown hair from anywhere though, and you slowed your pace to give him enough time to leave.

Instead, he turns in your direction, a bag in one hand, an envelope in the other.

Your eyes meet, and you have half a mind to just keep walking, you could mail them the key once you were home.

He quickly blocks your path, however, eyes not leaving yours.

It’s awkward and intense and neither of you know what to say, or whether you should say anything at all. After a minute, Jin clears his throat, extending the envelope out to you.

You stare at it, and look back up at him as he shakes it, inviting you to take it.

“I wanted to leave you this before I went home, but since we’re here...” You take it from him, but as you are about to open it, he steps closer and lays his hand over yours.

He stares down at you, his expression soft, like it had been months before when he held you in his arms at night. You had missed that, so, so much.

“I-I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry,” he starts, a red tinge finding solace at the tips of his ears.

“I shouldn’t have left you like I did. I was just, scared. I didn’t know what to think about everything and I thought maybe I was being affected,” he cringes at that, voicing his thoughts of you possibly ‘controlling’ him made him feel like a dumbass, “I know, it was stupid and not fair at all. I just...” he pauses his rant, waiting for any hint of a reaction from you, but you stay silent, waiting for him to finish saying whatever was on his mind.

He takes in a deep breath, “I thought that everything I felt for you might not have been real. I got scared it was all in my head and I didn’t know what to do. But, I realized that everything about me and you was the only sure and real thing in my life. I missed the way you roll your eyes at me when I make dumb jokes, the way your noise crinkles up when your trying to understand something, the way you laugh obnoxiously when I do something stupid,” His hand moves forward to grasp yours as he continues his rant.

“I miss listening to you try to convince me that Spider-Man is the most earnest Avenger even though we both know he’s not,” that earns a crack of a grin despite the tears forming in your eyes. “I miss holding you close at night and hearing our heartbeats mix together in the open air as we fall asleep.”

Jin cups your cheek in his other hand, thumb sliding to wipe away a fallen tear. You lean into his hand, reminiscing in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I miss you.” He says, his face inching closer to yours, your breaths mixing together between the two of you. You don’t know what to say, but luckily he takes initiative and slowly closes the gap between you.

A warmth envelopes both of you, spreading from your lips and seeping into every fiber of your bodies. The feeling of his lips against yours steals the air from your lungs and heightens every one of your senses. His hands find purchase on the small of your back, your arms curling around his neck to dispel any space between you.

The tension that releases from you is replaced with what you can only describe as pure love.

As you pull apart, Jin rests his forehead against yours, placing another kiss to your lips as you giggle.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to figure out. I love you.” His smile spreads to yours and you rub the tips of your noses together.

“I love you too,” he leans in for another kiss, but you stop him, a smirk on your lips, “even though you most definitely are a dumb-ass.” He laughs, breathily and pulls you tighter to him.

“I deserve that. I’m your dumb-ass, though.”

You part ways to head home for break with the promise of seeing each other in a few days to spend Christmas together.

When you settled onto the train, you pulled the forgotten envelope from your coat pocket, taking the letter out that resided inside.

As the train began its journey, you read every word of the letter with warmth in your heart.

In detail, was every single thing about you he had fallen in love with.

He’d fallen in love with you; all of you.

And he’d never walk away again.

You’d never be alone again.

The End.

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Hey Guys,

   First story is officially out! Hope I did you all and Mr. Worldwide Handsome justice. This ended up being longer than I originally anticipated, but I think it needed it to really set everything up. Also, if there are any typos or grammatical errors, feel free to let me know, I’m human, I make mistakes. Kicking off 7 Days of Halloween with a cute little Jin-ie love story, what could be better? I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Stay Spooky! More to come!

P.S. Sorry it’s a bit late, Tumblr is on the fritz and wouldn’t let me post it.

-Moonie🌙

Are you doing a tag list for ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη, because if you are could I be on it please? 🥺 It’s so amazingly written that I’m HOOKED, I reread it 3 times. 💜💜

I can! Absolutely, thank you so much for being interested and asking! I’m glad you like it so far!💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to be in the taglist, please let me know!

Literally reminds me of this song!!!

His Girlfriend's Roommate 02: Roommate to the Rescue - KSJ (M)

Pairing: Player, fuckboy!Seokjin X fem!Reader

Summary:

To Seokjin, Love is an abstract concept and love at first sight is as unreal as a unicorn, only there in the fairytales. He likes to play around and fuck around, and he calls it 'discovering'. But then he discovers you, his girlfriend's roommate and guess what? he finds himself falling, that too, hard. Only problem is, you don't seem to care much even though he swears he finds you looking at him on occasions too.

Theme: one-sided pining, fluff, smut. Jin is stuck between his girlfriend and her roommate lol

Word count: 1974

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol consumption, 18+ content (minors DNI), mentions of cheating.

A/N:

Jin is going to do something about his helpless crush on our reader. Again, this is a Jin's POV but we will be getting reader's pov in future as well. <3

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Previous Chapter

It has been a month since Seokjin has met you and got absolutely smitten by you. For the first couple of days, he has tried to find out why the hell he got to feel whatever he was feeling within just 2 minutes of conversation. He couldn't fathom down the reasons. He even googled up on the possibility of having a love at first sight, but the search engine only said men take only 40 seconds to fall in love. Okay, so he was one of those dumb men now. He then slowly started to give up finding out how you managed to make him feel like that. He rather focused on the factors that might have drawn him to you. You were pretty, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and just the thought brought a smile to his face. However, he was never the man to fall for pretty faces only. He is a man that goes for charismatic women like Jiya. So, if it's not your face? Then is it the way you smiled at him? Or is it the way you need absolutely no makeup to make his eyes pop out of their sockets? Or the way you managed to have a very casual yet to the point conversation upon your first meet? Again, there is no answer. So, he quits thinking of it anyway.

The next couple of days, he tries to push away your thoughts and focus only on Jiya but you somehow managed to get into his head without any invitation, that's a bad thing. But the worse thing is that he only smiled when you played on his mind. He tried not to think of the way you waved him a little goodbye with your cute sweater paws when he left the next morning but nothing happened. It's only you and you that plays in his mind whenever he is not too occupied with his work and Jiya.

After initiating failed attempts of putting a stop to whatever he was feeling for you, he decided to give it a go. He decided to figure it out by getting close to you. Maybe he doesn't have an answer for all the questions that go around in his mind regarding you but it is evident that you managed to make him feel something very different, only if he denies his love at first sight. So, it's only justified if he gives you a chance. Gives himself a chance and finds out what is it he feels for his girlfriend's roommate.

For the rest of the month he showed up at your shared apartment more and more. Every Friday or Saturday he is there. For this one month it has been a ritual of having dinner with you and Jiya and he feels way too good about it all. You three usually eat, laugh, gossip and then Jiya pulls him to her room where they get deeds done. And the next morning you make coffee for everyone before he leaves for his home.

And in this one month of knowing you better has done nothing to push his butterflies away from him, if anything it only intensified, and the butterflies only increased. And the fact that you are single, does not help him at all. The more he observes you, the more he sinks into this unknown feeling for you. He absolutely goes berserk over the way you trace your lower lip with your index finger when you try to remember something or the way your hair curls on the edges after you release your bun or the way you sit with your legs crossed even when you are sitting on the couch or the way you pout without even knowing or the way you scrunch your nose when Jiya gets all "cheesy" with him. He loves everything and everything about you. And he learnt a lot too. He learnt that you are an ambivert, a decent drinker, quite chatty if the company is comfortable, and you are so fucking intelligent. God! You are just irresistible, and you really rile him up at times but it's peculiar how Seokjin doesn't feel any urgency about getting into your pants just like he is used to feel for other women. You definitely are different. You make him impatient and teach him how to be patient at the same time. At the end of the month, he concludes that, he likes you. And it's the first time he is liking someone not just because of her great body or the possibility of a good fuck. He likes you genuinely, like a man likes a woman and wants to share a romantic relationship with them. The thought scares Seokjin, since he never really thought of loving someone enough to pursue a serious relationship but you are different. And you are everything he can think of.

It's another of the Fridays and this time Jiya wants to spend it with Jin, only Jin. Since she is technically his girlfriend, he can't say no to her. But he is very annoyed and a bit sad that he will not get to see you this week.

The beat of music almost hammers Jin's head. For the first time in a while he is not enjoying clubbing rather he is wondering what are you upto now. Since it's almost 10 pm, you must have come back from work, maybe you are resting on the couch with a bowl of your favourite cheese garlic chips or maybe you are already exhausted and sleeping in your room, tugged in your lilac fluffy blanket. Jin's thoughts stop processing as Jiya tugs on his arm,

"Baby, let's get dancing." She whines. Jin resists a bit but then gives up. Jiya is a party animal and Jin knows refusing her will only lead to unnecessary tantrums, since the girl is quite childish and not as mature as you.

By the end of the night, she is knocked out. Jin finds himself struggling to handle Jiya. She is drunk as hell and doesn't wanna leave the bar. She keep on asking the bartender to give her more shots, which Jin refuses and she yells. The girl almost ends up making a scene.

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose and then an idea pops up in his head, you. He takes out Jiya's phone from her purse and unlocks it with her thumb impression. Then he looks for your number, yes, he couldn't ask for your number in this one month. It just felt awkward to him, for the very first time.

You recieve after the second ring, "You should be grinding on your boyfriend now, why are you calling me?" You say with a playful voice without any hey or hello.

Jin chuckles at your teasing and says, "Hey Y/N. It's me, Jin." You go silent and Jin can imagine you widening your eyes in shock.

"O-oh hey Jin. Ah… I'm sorry. What's up? Wait… where's Jiya? Don't tell me she's passed out again!" You say within a single breath.

"That's exactly what we are upto." Jin sighs glancing at his drunk girlfriend asking the bartender for another shot yet again, "I am sorry, I know you're probably resting now but could you come and help me with her? I don't really know how to…" he pauses again, "I have never been in such a situation before."

"It's alright Jin. I am still out anyway since we just had a team dinner. Tell me where you are, I'll take a cab right away." You assure him.

"Oh okay. We are at the Blue Moon bar. 5 minutes from Gangnam subway station." He replies.

"Oh wait! I think I am just two buildings away from you. Oh yes! I can see the building already." You say in a haste and before Jin can say anything you cut the call.

Two minutes feel like forever when you finally stepped into the bar. If Jin was smitten by you before then he is probably drooling now. Black dress pants, black blouse and black loafers adorn your firm and beautiful form. Hair put into a loose bun and lips painted with rosy red. You didn't even bother wearing your blazer anymore, rather you just ran to the bar to rescue your roommate. He can't really focus on anything else rather than how you run to him and place a hand on his shoulder and look at him with those beautiful dark eyes, which make him drown into the unknown. Fuck! You even smell so nice. Jin swears even women wearing tight skimpy dresses couldn't look as sexy as you look into his eyes right now. And once again, he finds himself getting lost by your presence.

"I am sorry Jin, you had to face all these. Let's take her to the car." You say finally removing your hand from his shoulder and it makes him somehow sad.

"It's alright, Y/N. Let's go." That's all he manages to say.

You somehow convince Jiya to leave the bar with promises of more booze from your special collection at home and get her into the car. Once you throw her into the backseat, she is passed out. You take the passenger seat as Jin finally drives towards your shared apartment.

Jin wants to keep his eyes only on the road but he keeps getting distracted by you. The way the headlights of the passing cars illuminate your features, takes his breath away. He knows he shouldn't glance at you every now and then but he can't help it. He only prays that you don't notice it.

It is another round of struggle to get Jiya into the bed but you two accomplish it successfully.

"Coffee?" You ask Jin, to which he nods immediately. He would trade anything in the world for a bit of time with you.

You suggest taking the coffee to the balcony as the night is quite brizzy and you love it.

"Can I ask you something?" Jin starts, sipping his coffee after contemplating whether to ask you or not.

"Yes, sure." You reply without sparing him a glance.

"Why are you still single? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am just curious since you are so pretty and you can get any guy you want." He reasons but in reality he is just way too curious to know if he has a chance or not.

You chuckle, "exactly that. I am single because I don't want any guy at this moment. My fiance broke up with me last year and since then I haven't mustered up the courage to get into a relationship again. And since I am not really the type to get into casual dating or hooking up, I am single. It takes me to fall in love and realize the other person is in love with me too to start a relationship." You pause. And then start again, "You know why my fiance broke up with me?" You pause again and look at Jin dead into his eyes, "because he fell out of love with me." You gave him a sad smile and that makes Seokjin's heart twist in something so complicated. "That is why I have decided I will only fall for a guy who will be totally, crazily, and unapologetically in love with me." The last sentence makes Jin suck in a deep breath. You both don't look away from each other, rather let the night settle into each other's dark eyes.

That's the night Jin decides he will be falling hard for you and make you fall hard for him.

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First of wtf!!! Like wtf ... First few lines and I wanted to cry. By the end I did cry.

But you used the details, and my the situation really well! Nika this was so good!!

Thank you for writing this and Congratulations 🎉 once again!

Broken heart over whiskey glass - KSJ

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here. I am still taking requests, by the way.

Pairing: Seokjin X Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au

Wordcount: 900

Summary: Your heart breaks again, this time over whiskey glass.

Warnings: unrequited feelings, Seokjin is already engaged, mentions of drinking, hints of family drama and abusive parents.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Idk how this turned out @phenomenalgirl9. so please forgive me if it's not what you had in mind. Thanks to you for sending in the request. Love ya!!

Kim Seokjin is a lot of things. 

He is twinkling eyes, cherry smiles, summer warmth, blossom pink and a comforting scent. 

He is also dad jokes, broad shoulders, obnoxious-ear-shuttering laugh, long legs and annoyingly himself. 

But most importantly….

He is the man you are in love with. Also, the man who loves someone that isn’t you, will never be you. 

The realization, the acceptance, the constant reminder.. Everything is bitter. Far more bitter than the whiskey on the tip of your tongue. This brown liquid does nothing to numb your pain but you don’t complain, not when it has been your sole companion for most of the night of your company party. 

Even though your eyes are trained on your glass, you don’t miss the long steps that Seokjin takes to reach where you are sitting currently. 

Why does he always find you? Why does he go an extra mile to be nice to you? Why does he do all those things and make your heart flutter and make you fall more and more only to leave you stranded with your wants and desires because he is meant for someone else? 

You don’t have any answers. 

“She has been following me for the better part of the night!” Seokjin whisper-yells in your ear as he lowers himself down to sit beside you on a bar stool. You divert your eyes from the glass and look at him.. only to find his brown orbs boring into yours. But not the way you’d like. Not the way you want. 

He moves his eyeballs in a manner of gesturing the ‘she’ he just mentioned. 

It’s a new recruit. 

Her name must be Dan-ri or Dan-mi, you can’t quite recall. But what you can recall is that she has her eyes set on Seokjin from her very first day. 

You suppose, she doesn't know yet that Seokjin is taken. Wait till he drops the bomb and breaks another heart alongside yours. 

Your ears perk at the sound of her red heels clicking on the marble floor, a perfect set of white teeth flashing at the man for the umpteenth time in the evening.

Annoying. You take a sip from your glass.

"Mr. Kim, I thought you're gonna come back with your drink and we would have a dance!" Dan-ri or Dan-mi whines at her high pitched voice. 

You roll your eyes staring at another direction. 

"Ah- I would love to but I haven't gotten to spend time with my favourite colleague yet." Seokjin says, pointing at you. 

You smile at the girl, a fake one obviously.

"Oh?" Her eyes widen when Seokjin winds a hand around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer to his body. 

You want to run away far and far from this man. You want to put an end to this suffering but you can't help relaxing at his warmth. You melt in his embrace, putting your heart at ease, telling yourself 'just this once. I will distance myself afterwards.' again and again like chanting a mantra. 

"Am I interrupting something?" The girl is more determined than you expected her to be. She doesn't leave, rather settles herself down on the barstool right next to Seokjin's. 

Seokjin chuckles at her question, "It's not what you think, Dan-mi. Y/N is my favorite colleague cum one of my most favorite human beings. And I am engaged." 

The words pierce through your ears, hit your heart and break it into a thousand pieces all over again. Tears start prickling your eyes, so you shut them as tightly as possible. 

And suddenly you're in a flashback of your life.

After suffering from verbally and borderline physically abusive parents, a broken home, multiple failed relationships, failed attempts of being in love and being loved… you finally found yourself falling for a man who was already betrothed to someone else, who can't be yours no matter how many lifetimes you wait. 

Seokjin's embrace now feels too constricted, too hot to be comfortable anymore. So you break free. 

Jerking out of Seokjin's arms, you sit straight. But your actions (or disappointments) seemingly have no impact on him. 

He continues, "my fiancé and I have been in a relationship for 10 years now. Highschool sweethearts you know?" A sweet smile takes over his face, probably upon painting an image of his lover in imagination, "we're soon to be married." 

As soon as he finishes off, you stand up from your place, take your purse and utter a small bye to the man. 

This is too much and you can’t suffer any longer. Having your heart broken everyday with the reminder is one thing but him, sitting right beside you, gushing about his fiancé, while knowing nothing about your feelings towards him, hurts ten thousand times more. 

"Y/N! Wait! Let's go together. I'll drop you." You find Seokjin shouting as the distance between you two increases bit by bit. 

You turn back for one last time, facing him, you part your lips and say, "not this time, Jin. It's better if I move on." 

You know he hasn't heard you, the music is on full blast and there's at least 5 hands of distance between you two.

But the words are for you to hear… more than anyone else.  

So, you take your steps forward and leave him behind for his good and mostly for yours.

Make This Work (Jin Drabble)

Fluff 20. You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.

Fluff 23. You are my one and only true love.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gif above. It belongs to @softjeon, as seen in the credit.

So sorry this took me so long to write! I also decided to combine all of these requests, because they were all similar and fit almost perfectly together. Hope you like 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swears, angsty angst, feels, etc. etc.

Word Count: 916

It's like a test, it's like a game

To see how much I can take

I'm curious to live and learn

So light me up and let me burn

…

Break my heart

“Break My Heart” by Hey Violet

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Make This Work (Jin Drabble, Angst, Fluff)

You made the decision two weeks ago, told him nine days ago, and moved back home a week ago. It was messy, completely unorganized, and sudden… but it had to be done. Your family needed you. More specifically, your mother needed you. Her health had taken a turn for the worst, and without anyone but good neighbors close by, you were needed by her side.

Jin, your boyfriend who also happened to be one of the world’s most popular idols, had not taken it well. “You have to… I’m sorry, what?”

“I have to go back home.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Jin bit his lip to keep his emotions in check, worrying the skin with his teeth until it flushed red. “And when do you leave?”

You sighed. “Two days from now.”

His large brown eyes grew wide. “Are you… are you serious?”

Afraid your voice would crack, you simply nodded.

There wasn’t time to do a proper good-bye. There were no parties thrown to say bye to your friends, no one to help you pack, and no teary farewells at the train station or anything like that. After you told Jin, he had abruptly left the city for either another photo shoot or music video shooting (you weren’t sure which), and aside from a few too-lighthearted texts, you hadn’t heard from him.

You could only feel emptiness as you locked your apartment door for the last time. It was as if your body was trying so hard not to feel pain, it shut down all your nerve endings the way someone shut the power down on a raging party. One day, you were full of laughter and hope. The next, you were scared and had no idea what your future looked like.

You knew you were doing the right thing, but that knowledge did nothing to quell your longing for your old life. You missed your apartment and your friends, but most of all, you missed him. If only you were able to express that before you left. Maybe he would have–

Would have what? Made a huge scene breaking up with you? Begged you to stay with tears streaming down his face? Told you he would come with you? Yeah, right. Jin was an idol living his ultimate dream. He would never give that up for something as insignificant as you. It was better this way. A clean break. When he returned home, all he would find left of you was an empty apartment and maybe a lingering trace of your scent. Probably not even that.

You were out in your yard, hugging yourself as you watched the sun set over the fields, when you heard a sound from behind you. You turned and took a stumbling step backwards, sharply inhaling at the sight before you.

He stood there, a small smile spreading over his lips, hands in his oversized hoodie pockets. “Hey.”

“Jin!” you gasped, still trying to catch your breath. “What the fuck– I mean, what are you doing here?”

He chuckled at your colorful outburst. “What do you think? I’m here to see my girlfriend.”

You didn’t think your eyes could grow any wider, but somehow, they did. “Girlfriend? What? I thought we were–”

“You’re wrong.”

You almost scowled when he interrupted you. He knew how much you hated that, but you were still too in awe over his presence to say anything. “W-What?” you stuttered.

He took a step towards you, closing the last bit of distance between you two. “I said, you’re wrong. We’re not broken up. We’re not separated.”

You almost didn’t dare to breath. “Then what are we?” you asked, your voice nearly a whisper.

Jin reached up and slid his hand from the small of your back upwards until it was tangled in your hair, the way he had done a thousand times before. “We’re us.”

He kissed you then, leaning down to accommodate your short height, brushing his lips against yours the way a fresh breeze brushed through a field of flowers. You took only a second to be surprised before you raised yourself to your tiptoes and threw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

He groaned a little and took his lips from yours for only a millisecond before tilting his head the other way and kissing you once more, nearly smothering you from the force of it all.

It was easy to fall back into him. You had every inch of his skin, every one of his likes and dislikes, every pitch of his melodic voice, completely memorized. His essence was permanently tattooed on your heart. How did you ever think you could live without him?

Once you broke apart, Jin looked in your eyes, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know things will be harder from here on out just because we won’t always be near each other… but I’ll come out here as often as I can.”

“So you think we can make this work?”

“Of course. After all, you are the only one I want to wake up next to. You are my one and only true love. I can’t live without you, Y/n. I don’t care what it takes. We will make this work.”

I smiled at the determination making his voice deepen. “I know. I’m sorry I left.”

Jin shook his head, causing his forehead to rub against yours and making you giggle. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

© 2020 by kutemouse, all rights reserved

ghoul. — (consign)

[SIXTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : CONSIGN]

"Kiss your clean record goodbye." Provocation or prediction.

or

S2 squad went to the 13th ward for a Wipe Out Operation but didn't expect to encounter an Owl in the midst of the operation.

pairing. jungkook x reader, hoseok x reader, jin x reader (ft. myg & pjm)

rating. M

genre. tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, gore, violence, mass attack

disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning. lots of bloodshed (mostly spilled from the ghouls :/), depiction of people (doves) getting killed ruthlessly by the Owl and killing methodology was described.

word count. 5k+

lexicon & profiles . masterpost . masterlist . navigation

note from winter 💌

sorry for the long disappearance </3 but er hey, a brand new banner for ghoul!! beta read by loyal beta reader @zyphqr <3 this is just a short one maybe can be counted as a filler chapter too, but it will make do. hope you guys enjoy this <33 and u lots might not notice, but i kind of changed my writing style a bit? I think consign has got to be the most elaborated fic I've ever written cause those detailed words? idk how my brain came up with that but I'm proud of this one

💌 what is winter listening to? in sequence; D-DAY, Interlude: Dawn, HUH?!, AMYGDALA. (All by Agust-D)

📑 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication. a gift to all of my readers.

The urban avenue of Seoul tonight was oddly still, with only sporadic leaf rustling in the soft breeze breaking the silence. The streetlights emitted a pale light illuminating the desolate pathway and generating a creepy ambience that felt unsettling. The towering edifices on both sides of the street looked imposing and austere, with dark windows and walls stained by the wear of time. In Seoul, quiet streets like this one often serve as a warning sign, hinting at the stillness that precedes a night of horror and violence.

This only served as a warning that hazards could present in any situation, even in the calmest and most tranquil circumstances.

The only sounds that interrupted the quietness were the faraway noise of cars and the faint footsteps’ echoes. A stray feline would occasionally scuttle across the street, eyes gleaming, barely visible in the low light. Despite the peacefulness of the evening, the street’s stillness felt unusual and peculiar. A strong odour of rot and other, more ominous scents, detectable only by those with heightened senses, hung heavily in the air. An enduring sensation of peril seemed to permeate the surroundings, giving the impression of being under surveillance by something lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken by the occasional sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal against metal. A car alarm would blare for a few moments before falling silent once more.

These sounds, too, added to the unease that hung in the air, hinting at the possibility of danger lurking in the darkness.

For those who knew of the existence of ghouls, quiet streets would be even more unsettling. People would be acutely aware that a ghoul could lurk somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim. The silence of the street, combined with the faint scent of blood in the air, would make them feel like they were walking on thin ice, with danger lurking around every corner.

The 13th ward, Seochu-gu.

The pale moonlight bathed the ward where ghouls were recently reported to be lurking in the shadows. The usually bustling streets were now empty, only to be filled in by a large group of doves - some dressed in formal KCCG attire while others were heavily armed. Operating vehicles and drones were also present, adding to the sense of preparation and anticipation in the air. As Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division II, approached, the sound of footsteps echoed through the night, accompanied by the presence of bureaus.

“Alright, good evening, doves,” Hoseok spoke, his voice firm and commanding. “I, Jung Hoseok, Chief Director of Division II, will be leading today’s Wipe Out Operation that is to be conducted here in the 13th ward.”

You and another four supreme investigators stood at attention, listening to Hoseok’s every word. “Operating squad involved in this operation will only be the Supreme Squad S2 and 75 Bureaus. Other than S2 and Bureau Investigators are required to leave the scene. Failed to do so and get caught by S2 squad members, the bureaus, or me, will receive disciplinary action.” Everyone present at the scene nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hoseok continued, “Commencing roll call on S2 squad. Please present your weapon.”

Each member stood tall and proud, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was tense, and they knew they were about to embark on a dangerous mission. Finally, Hoseok began calling out names; each member stepped forward to present their weapon.

“Present as always.” A soulful voice spoke with confidence.

The roll call started with Jeon Jungkook, the Branch Director of 2nd Ward, as he confidently presented his weapon, the Angel Beat, an SS-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible speed and accuracy. Min Yoongi stepped forward with a bored, unbothered expression and presented his weapon, the 13’s Jason, a Rinkaku type rated S+. 13’s Jason was one of the most potent weapons in their arsenal, and Min Yoongi knew how to use it to devastating effect.

As the roll call continued, Park Jimin, another Special Class member, stepped forward proudly with his charming smile, “Never not present,” and presented his weapon, the IXA, a Koukaku type that was rated S+.

Kim Seokjin, your fellow Associate Special Class, followed suit, responded upon his name being called and presented his weapon, the Narukami, an S+-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible range and power.

Finally, your name was called out. Your grip tightened on your quinque as you presented your weapon, the Aus, a Rinkaku-type rated S+. The Aus was a fearsome weapon known for its speed and agility, and you had spent countless hours training with it to hone your skills. As the roll call came to a close, you stood steady, weapon at the ready.

Hoseok looked around at his team, impressed by their impressive arsenal. “Total of five members. Weapon rating from SS to S+.”

He then briefed the investigators on the operation. “This operation aims to cleanse the 13th ward off ghouls. It was brought to our attention that quite a number of ghouls have been roaming in this ward. Expect every worst possibility as the data collected by the bureaus have shown that several S+ rated ghouls are hiding in this ward.”

“Movement will be in personal formation with 15 Bureaus as back-ups. I will be assisting each one of you through the earpiece and monitoring through the drones.”

The investigators nodded, preparing themselves for the dangerous mission ahead. Hoseok gave them a nod of approval. “Doves, fight with your all. Best of luck,” he said before giving the signal.

“Operation commences.”

With a nod from your leader, the five of you set out into the dark night, ready to fight for justice and protect the citizens of the 13th ward from the threat of ghouls. You moved out, determined to eliminate the ghouls that lurked in the darkness. As all of you moved through the eerie streets of the 13th ward, the tension in the air was felt by everyone. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly as if warning any lurking ghouls of the doves’ presence. Jungkook took point, his Angel Beat quinque ready in his grip. He scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement.

“Clear,” he informed Hoseok, his voice crackling through your earpiece too.

As Jungkook ventured to his chosen route, the rest of the team moved forward, staying in formation before breaking into personal formation. Your squad moved deeper into the ward, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of ghoul activity. The tension was palpable, as all of you knew that any misstep could mean certain death or injury.

To describe Wipe-Out Operation with one word would be unpredictable. This operation was assigned to the Supreme Squad for a reason. Given the unpredictability, KCCG only sent out Associates Special Class and above to prevent any unwarranted damages, and it was usually conducted and supervised by Division Chief Director, Hoseok or Namjoon, according to the wards involved. KCCG strictly prohibited any ranks lower than Associate Special and Special from participating in the operation, no matter how great and exceptional one’s skills were.

It was the experience that counted, at least according to the KCCG’s higher-ups.

“Remaining doves, split into pairs,” Hoseok commanded. “The headquarters sent a newly found vision radar of the 13th ward, and the Rc levels are increasing. Jungkook, be informed. I will send out more bureaus to your side.”

“Very well.” His voice echoed in your earpiece following Hoseok.

“Bureaus, load your Q-bullets,” he ordered, stern and commanding.

The bureaus sprang into action, their movements quick and efficient. They reached for their bullet cases, deftly loading their Q-bullets into their quinques. The sound of the bullets clicking into place was the only noise in the silent night as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation. They stood in line as they finished loading, waiting for the following order. Each one was ready for whatever lay ahead, their minds focused and their hearts beating with anticipation.

“Weapons are to be fired upon the orders of your respective formation leaders,” Hoseok instructed one last time before going off the communication system.

Suddenly, Yoongi urged you to follow him, “Let’s go (Y/N).”

Noticing the confusion on Jimin’s face, he clarified the situation by pointing out that it wouldn’t be a good idea to form a team with two associates and two special classes.

“In that case, you can take Jin,” Jimin countered, crossing his arms.

Yoongi scoffed, “Damn. Did I miss a notice stating that (Y/N) is your partner again?” He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the other side of the ward, leaving Jimin fuming with anger and Jin puzzled.

As you and Yoongi turned to a corner, a loud noise erupted. The two of you stopped any movements, weapons raised as a reflex. You knew better than to speak out loud, so you waited with bated breath. Suddenly, a figure leapt out from the shadows.

It was a ghoul.

Its Kagune gleamed in the dim light and moved at a thunder-like speed, but before the ghoul could even reach the two of you, Yoongi had already unsheathed his jagged quinque. His quinque sliced through the air with deadly accuracy as he pivoted on his heel and swung, slicing through its kagune. The ghoul stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound on its side. Yoongi didn’t give it a chance to recover, though. He pressed forward, striking blow after blow with his quinque.

The ghoul crumpled to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.

You stood back, watching as Yoongi wrenched the blood off his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was the most ruthless, quick-witted investigator ever to be born in KCCG. But at that moment, you wished he was anything but those. The ghoul you and Yoongi had encountered was a lone male ghoul. But it wasn’t that fact that made you hesitant.

He looked terrified. Eyes wide with fear.

It wasn’t the fear of being found by doves.

The fear in his eyes was present even before the pair of you arrived. He was about to say something before Yoongi killed him. You didn’t miss the tremble of his lips. “He was trying to tell something.” You approached the dead body.

Yoongi crouched down beside you and examined the ghoul’s face. “It doesn’t matter now.”

You frowned; you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might have missed something important. You scanned the area to see if there were other ghouls nearby, but there weren’t any. You and Yoongi moved forward cautiously. The streets of the 13th ward were silent. The moon shone down the deserted road, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. As you and your partner walked further into the area, Yoongi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to do the same.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching you rapidly.

Yoongi swung his quinque, ready for use, a menacing look on his face. You followed suit, grip on your weapon tightening. The footsteps grew closer, and you could see the silhouette of three figures approaching your direction with crazed expressions on their faces, ready to attack.

Without hesitation, Yoongi charged forward, striking one of the ghouls with a swift blow from his quinque. They clashed back and forth, Yoongi using his agility to dodge the ghoul’s attacks and strike back with his 13’s Jason. Each time he landed a hit, the ghoul would let out a pained growl, but it only seemed to make it more aggressive.

But it made Yoongi scoff.

He found it funny how the ghoul tried to act mighty and strong when he could easily detach the head from the neck with bare hands. Yoongi fought the creature with a clear stance and graceful movements as if he was performing a dance.

A deadly dance.

He was, after all, a killing machine masking as a delicate doll.

The remaining two turned their attention to you. The male ghoul was massive, towering over you with impressive height and a menacing expression. His kagune, a long tentacle-like appendage, whipped through the air as it prepared to attack. He lunged forward, forming his kagune into a claw; he aimed at your chest. But you quickly dodged the attack, stepping to the side and bringing your Aus up in a defensive stance. He snarled and attacked again.

Yoongi launched a powerful attack with his kagune, slicing through the ghoul’s torso and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He dragged his quinque painfully slow through the ghoul’s body as more blood flowed out. He lazily turned his head toward your direction. You were fighting two ghouls, but he didn’t have any intention of helping you, so he continued playing with the dead body.

You can handle them…

Probably, he shrugged.

With a swift movement of your wrist, you sliced through the ghoul’s arm, causing him to screech in pain and recoil. The second one finally jumped into the fight. She was relentless, her kagune striking out again and again, but you were unyielding, dodging, blocking, and attacking with unflinching determination. She charged at you upon seeing her friend being taken down, but again, you instinctively dodged to the side, swinging your quinque in a wide arc. She was fast, but you were quicker as you blocked and deflected her attacks while landing blows of your own. Your weapon finally made heavy contact with the ghoul’s flesh, spraying a shower of blood into the air. She howled in pain, but you couldn’t feel any sympathy; instead, you could feel a rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, the injured male lunged forward with lightning speed, his kagune striking at you with deadly force. You looked at him with a condescending smirk, “A strong one, aren’t you?”

It was almost psychotic how your tone sounded because nothing could’ve prepared your opponents for your sudden move. Your quinque pierced through the ghoul’s flesh in a blink of an eye, and he let out a final howl before collapsing to the ground, dead.

It took the female one off guard, but you didn’t give her time to recover as you jumped over her head and delivered a powerful kick to its back. She was sent flying with great force; probably broke a few bones and damaged some areas of skin. You looked down at her spasming figure with malice and plunged your Aus into her back, ending her life immediately.

The bureaus under your command had shocking looks on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other as if realising that you were not to be underestimated. Of course, they had always heard the praises that fell from the lips of the higher-ups that you were a skilled investigator, but seeing you in action was entirely another thing.

“New recruits?” Yoongi’s voice was calm and collected, betraying no hint of emotion as he finished off the ghoul he was handling just now.

He did detach the head from the neck.

The bureaus’ complexion paled, every colour drained at the horrendous sight before them.

“Right, I forgot bureaus don’t kill all the time,” because it was clear that killing ghouls was just another day in the life of a KCCG investigator.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of your eye. It has to be a mistake. A low growl echoed through the hallway, causing the team to freeze. They knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of a ghoul.

Not just an ordinary ghoul.

“It’s the Owl.”

Yoongi’s voice was the last thing you heard before the explosive sound of the Owl crashing on the ground, announcing its presence and causing debris to rain down on everyone. The heavy feelings that have been crawling on your back. The first ghoul you had encountered, the terror and fear in his eyes.

The three ghouls that were killed.

They died in the hands of doves instead of the Owl.

It was unintentional that they encountered us.

They were running away from the grim reaper but still stumbled on death’s door.

“Take cover!” You commanded the bureaus, grabbing the nearest to you by the arm and pulling them towards the most immediate cover. You and Yoongi were split as he jumped toward the right side. You positioned yourself in front of the female bureau you had pulled with you, shielding her from any potential danger.

The Owl planned all of this. None of these were coincidences.

Reaching for your ear device, you contacted Hoseok, “Emergency code red-O, triple S; Yong. Location, North–”

“Bureaus, fire!”

Upon Yoongi’s command, the bureaus opened fire on the Owl. The air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of projectiles. But the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. The Owl grew even more enraged and began to thrash about wildly. Its tentacles flailed out in every direction, knocking over walls and sending debris flying through the air.

What the fuck?

Why is he provoking Yong?!

Owls were immune to Q-bullets; sometimes, even quinque does no damage. He should know that.

“Fall back!” You shouted through the chaos, but your command fell on deaf ears. The sound of the continuous firing prevented your voice from reaching your comrades. You scrambled to dodge the tentacles and find another safe cover. You could feel the ground shaking beneath you as Owl continued to wreak havoc on the ward. The dangerous creature let out a deafening screech. Its eyes glowed red as it turned its attention toward the bureaus. It flapped its kagune and leapt into the air, swooping down towards them with incredible speed. The armed investigators scattered desperately, trying to avoid the creature’s deadly tentacles.

“Investigator Min, we need to–”

Yong pounced on a group of bureaus, slashing and tearing with its razor-sharp appendages. They screamed in terror as the beast’s relentless assault tore them apart. Some were still shooting and firing in hopes of distracting or even injuring – just a minor wound on the Owl, but despite their best efforts, the attacks seemed only to enrage the Owl further. It seemed almost invincible, unstoppable in its rage. Its attacks became increasingly ferocious, and the investigators found themselves quickly losing ground.

You turned to your partner in terror, hoping he would just look you in the eyes and bellow a command. “Min Yoongi – !” Except he was not in his spot.

The Owl turned around just in time to block your superior’s attack with its own kagune. It countered with a devastating strike that nearly took Yoongi off his feet.

“Yoongi, Hoseok is on the way. We need to retreat first!” You tried to reach him again while trying to gather the bureaus. The situation was already chaos at its finest; Yoongi definitely didn’t need to add up to it.

With a violent swing of his 13’s Jason, Yoongi charged forward once more, his quinque gleaming in the dim light of the ward. The two engaged in an intense battle, their weapons clashing with each other in a violent symphony. He lunged at the Owl, his quinque slashing through the air toward the ghoul’s head. But no matter how skilled Yoongi was, Owl was no easy opponent, and it had yet to unleash its full power.

Yoongi was not Namjoon.

Not even Hoseok.

Skills unmatched.

Yong’s eyes glowed with malice. Sidestepping the attack, it launched itself towards Yoongi; massive kagune extended, robust scale-red slashed through the air and to his abdomen. Yoongi stumbled back as blood seeped through his shirt.

He cursed under his breath, looking down at his open wound. His stamina was decreasing significantly from all those attacks and defences. But his body had long entered survival mode; he was far from exhausted. The Owl that stood in front of him, he knew very well.

The same Owl that caused a riot and havoc back in his hometown.

The very same Owl that became the reason why he was in KCCG instead of living happily with his family.

The one and only Owl that was responsible for his first ever traumatic event.

The fucking Owl that–

“Yoongi, dodge!” You slammed your body toward Yoongi without thinking twice the moment you saw his eyes go blank. You’ve seen that Yoongi way too many times. The Yoongi that would be deep in thought and stare into nothingness when you passed by his office. The only moment where he would show vulnerability unconsciously, and you knew how much he hated it– because you hated it too– but that always happened in the KCCG building and never, ever during a mission.

The collision between your body and Yoongi’s was extremely powerful that it sent him flying to the other side, to a safer side. His eyes finally met yours as his train of thought was interrupted. The worried expression on his face was the first you ever saw in your time working with him as he screamed your name with great desperation. You could swear you saw his eyes turn glossy before you were sent flying.

You pushed him just in time but were a second late to dodge the Owl’s full-force attack. Your Aus managed only to cover your torso as the Owl’s movement was too quick for your reflex. Your whole body met with the Owl’s heavy blow.

Since when does getting hit by your own quinque hurt like bitch? “S-shit…”

Your body was numb.

Hey, at least you’re not feeling pain.

Better than feeling the pain like someone was taking away your soul.

“Oh, my lady,” A voice reached your ears, although it was very faint due to the impact your body had experienced. You knew whose voice it was. “Do you recognise me?”

It was Hoseok.

You blinked twice as a yes.

“Good girl.” Weirdly you could feel his gentle stroke on your hair. His warmth reached your cold, numbing body. You wanted to close your eyes. “I need you to stay with us until you reach the hospital. Can you do that for me?”

You were tired. You didn’t think you could comply with this order.

“I know you’re tired and hurt, (Y/N), but I need you to just stay conscious. Jin will keep you company. I will take over everything from here. Take a rest, but please stay alive.”

The next thing you know, Jin was already on your side with a worried expression. “(Y/N), hang on there. The ambulance is on the way.” He stroked your hair with his rough, calloused hand – probably due to handling those heavy killing weapons. Your hands were no different. In fact, all ghoul investigators were bound to roughen their hands.

With the quinques.

And with blood.

Oh, are you regretting your decision, (Y/N)?

Never.

“Stay with us, (Y/N),” you heard Jungkook’s voice. Quinque was thrown to the side as he kneeled next to you. You swore his force could’ve injured his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all by the looks of it. His eyes were only on you. Pupils dilated in fear. Hands and lips trembled as he spoke. “It must’ve hurt a lot, Sakura.”

Sakura.

“Yeah,” you said with minimal energy. “It hurts a lot, Koo.”

Jimin arrived last at the scene. He was out of breath from the sprinting he did when he received Hoseok’s assembly order. His eyes first landed on your half-alive body before the sight of the hideous monster caught his eyes.

Yoongi and (Y/N) couldn’t be that stupid to try and take the Owl down.

One was a half-ghoul, and another one was pure human.

“Oh, Yong Owl,” Hoseok had left your side, hands stuffed in his pockets and walked towards Yoongi, ordering the other fellow Supreme Squad members to follow him with bureaus at the ready. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

Yong Owl.

That name caught Jimin’s attention. When Hoseok commanded him to come here, he wasn’t informed which Owl was at the scene; only his rate was told. Jimin pushed back his hair from his forehead. He so badly wanted to burst into a loud laugh. He let his hand stay on his face longer but couldn’t contain the vicious smirk tugging on his lips at the realisation. Of course, it wasn’t you that could be so stupid in this situation.

You were the result of Yoongi’s stupidity.

Yong wasn’t some random Owl. Of course, he wasn’t, even for KCCG. But Yong was especially not some random Owl for Yoongi.

Jungkook hesitated to walk away from you but got on his feet and stood next to Jin with a concerned face for a few seconds. You were, after all, a Jeon. He couldn’t bear to see his family in pain and let the assaulter run away. He was torn between staying by your side or taking down Yong Owl. Jimin slung his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling the younger with him heading towards the Owl.

Yong was the murderer of Yoongi’s family.

“We’ll be right back, (Y/N),” Jimin sent you a wink. A smirk followed shortly after as he continued. “After this, no more danger you can’t take on will come your way.”

Silly Yoongi, but thank you for the opportunity, soulmate.

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Hoseok smiled. “I know you wish to have encountered Namjoon instead because he always lets you go unscathed, worried for his teammates.”

Yong took a step back as the Chief Director took a step forward. Hoseok was known for his ruthlessness, and that fact was well-learned even for ghouls, even for Owls. While he seemed like the most gentle and caring person, the fact was that he was still a ghoul investigator. His motto in KCCG was to kill with passion. He has worked for KCCG for the longest among everyone. His entire bloodline was born only to serve KCCG for the betterment of the world.

Most Owls have their own hideouts that were undetectable by KCCG; hence it was unlikely for Owls to bump into the doves. Moreover, Owls always stayed lowkey.

“But things work differently for me. You bark, I bite.”

A bureau walked towards Hoseok to hand him a quinque suitcase. Jimin whistled at the sight. He knew what was in that. Heck, it even looked different than any other quinque suitcase.

It was the legendary quinque.

It was the quinque imported from CCG, Japan. Previously wielded by Kishou Arima, the legendary ghoul investigator before he died, since then, the quinque has been stored in CCG’s top secret room. It was only recently an evaluation was done to hand over the quinque to worthy hands and make use of it. Hoseok was invited to take part in the evaluation and easily scored the highest. The quinque was named Owl, created from a kakuhou torn out of the Non-Killing Owl during the battle against Arima. Crafted with precision and designed for devastating efficiency, it possessed an air of elegance despite its deadly purpose. It was the only known SSS-rated quinque and the only one known to be created from a living ghoul. 

“Unlucky for you; you hurt my favourite person.” Hoseok shook his head in disappointment as he was just scolding a child for his wrongdoing. He activated the suitcase, and immediately, it transformed into the Owl.

The Owl quinque was a masterpiece of engineering, combining intricate craftsmanship with advanced technology. Its appearance was both captivating and haunting, resembling a pair of oversized metallic wings. The wings were adorned with intricate patterns and etchings, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail put into its creation. The surface of the quinque gleamed with a metallic sheen, hinting at its superior strength and durability. The blade of the quinque was razor-sharp, capable of easily slicing through flesh and exoskeleton. Its edges were finely honed and meticulously maintained, ensuring maximum combat-cutting efficiency.

But it was not just its physical attributes that made the Owl quinque so formidable. Within its core lay a unique and deadly mechanism. With a simple flick of a switch, the quinque would unleash its true power. The wings would unfold, revealing hidden compartments and mechanisms, each serving a specific purpose in enhancing combat capabilities. The Owl quinque was known for its incredible speed and agility. It allowed its wielder to move with astonishing swiftness, striking down enemies in a flurry of precise and lethal attacks. Its versatility was unmatched, enabling the wielder to seamlessly transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers, easily adapting to any situation.

Moreover, the quinque possessed a unique ability to absorb and manipulate the kagune, the potent weapon of the ghouls. It could absorb the kagune’s energy and redirect it with devastating force, turning the enemy’s own power against them. This ability allowed the wielder to effectively counter even the most formidable opponents, turning their strength into their downfall.

The sheer power and elegance of the Owl quinque made it a symbol of Arima’s skill and prowess as a CCG investigator. Its reputation preceded it, striking fear into the hearts of ghouls and admiration in the minds of fellow investigators.

It was a weapon of legend, capable of rewriting the course of battles and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Weapon at ready, Hoseok began again, “I don’t want your death.”

In the hands of Arima, the Owl quinque became an extension of his own being. It embodied his relentless determination and unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. With each swing and strike, he delivered justice with chilling precision, carving a path through the ghouls that dared to challenge him, and it was about to be the same for Hoseok.

The legend of the Owl quinque would be relived in his hands.

“Your scream when I extract fragments of you in Cochlea sounds more satisfying.”

And he would start by painting the blood of Yong on the quinque.

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Angel in the Darkness (M)

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… (alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter)

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Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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this story had me on the edge of my seat!! the ending was spectacular and it was just so thrilling (((:

Obscure Twilight| Second Half

Synopsis: ‘It was that face you saw - those ghastly visions every time you turned to slumber that shook your core. It churned your insides with unbearable anguish until you were a hollow shell of a woman scorned by her family and mocked by her peers. And so you begged her with insanity in your soul. A fragile lady carrying her daughters on her feeble back - “Please Mother. Don’t let me fall asleep.“’

First Half

Pairing: FreddieKruger!Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Inspired by Nightmare on Elm Street

Word Count: 18K

Admin: @moonpeachhy​

A/N: Finally It is done! I’m gonna cry. It’s very important that you read the first half before this. Alright two things: The eldest sister’s name has been changed from Idette to Ivette cause I like the other letter better, sorry ‘d’ enthusiasts, and two this was fucking 18k I have no idea if I left smthg out please let me know if you find a mistake! And I skipped work for this so please give me feedback🥺🥺 Okay luvs, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: Yandere, Gore, Horror, Mature, Infidelity, Sexism

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fools - k.sj.

genre: angst, fluff (6.7k)

summary: only fools fall for you. (fools!universe)

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the first time you saw jin, it was at 4 am in the ‘24/7’ library you liked to go to. he was sitting all alone at a circular table, staring intensely at the books in front of him, his eyebrows had scrunched up and his lips were caught in between his teeth in concentration. he only strayed his eyes away from them to see you enter the room. blinking owlishly, he gives you a one over, curiously but then returns back to studying, seemingly not paying anymore mind to you.

you set your books in a table far away from his, and sat down in a huff. you don’t like being around people and even if this man is pretty, prettier than you’d like to admit, he still was no exception and you snort when you see all the sticky notes and highlighters he has out on the table.

what a dork.

you don’t give him too much thought either, instead opening up your books and getting lost in them, immediately taking down notes and groaning in frustration every now and then.

you were so lost in finishing your assignment that you don’t notice his gaze linger on you after he deemed it was safe to do so without getting caught by you. and he continues to do so because you don’t bother to lift your head to look at anyone and jin tilts his head as he plays with one of his highlighters while still looking at you.

did you have different textbooks?

because what could be so interesting that you haven’t looked up for the past hour?

jin shakes his head at himself when he realizes he’s been staring at a stranger like a creep for an hour now. he’s got his own papers to finish so he pats his cheeks roughly, mumbling an apology when the clapping sound makes people look at him with an annoyed expression and starts working again.

he feels slightly bashful because he broke one of the rules of midnight libraries which was no sound, absolutely no sound, not even your steps should make a sound. if libraries are quiet in the morning, they should be as quiet as a graveyard at night.

and the next time he looks up from his books, you aren’t there anymore.

this happens a couple of times throughout the days he sees you, he will see you walk in and settle with your books and even he’s checking every ten minutes to see if you’re there or not, you still manage to vanish into thin air when he doesn’t notice.

jin thinks you’re a ghost.

because he can’t understand how you move so quickly and quietly, even when he sees you in the library the next week, he’s startled because one minute he’s happily using his lime-colored highlighter on text that doesn’t need highlighting only to casually look up and seeing you in your usual spot.

and jin is so surprised that he almost falls out of his chair when you give him a side glance. he’s almost tempted to touch your cardigan to see if you’re even real or not because no one else acknowledges you except him. like literally everyone acts like you’re invisible or you actually are invisible and he just doesn’t know.

there’s a reason why no one acknowledges you but jin doesn’t know that.

you see, jin doesn’t think a lot before doing something and now the mystery of whether he’s discovered a ghost or not is greater than any future embarrassment he might feel.

he strides over to you and slightly pulls on your cardigan, and yes, he feels the fabric, you look pretty normal up close, you don’t have full black eyes or whatever shit ghosts have going on, and he heaves in relief.

“so, you’re real, thank god” it’s only after he mumbles those words, he realizes his blunder because insinuating that you thought someone (someone you’re attracted to) was a ghost wasn’t the greatest way to flirt and he definitely knows his answer if he decides to ask you out because you’re glaring at him so hard, he wants to run away.

yep, his answer would be a big fat no.

before he can apologize or explain why he thought you were a ghost or why he pulled on your cardigan, you shove past him with your books held tightly against your chest and leave but not without whispering curses at him the entire time.

jin fucked up, he knows he did and he couldn’t help but think how stupid he was to just randomly walk up to you, still a complete stranger and pull on your cardigan, jin also couldn’t help that you felt familiar to him, in a way he couldn’t explain.

so, the next time you walked into the library, he was about to come up to you and apologize but then he sees how you roll your eyes as soon as you spot him and even when he stands up to try and talk to you, you brush right past him with a scowl on your face.

jin doesn’t know what to do.

he doesn’t want to risk pissing you off even more but he knows that he has to apologize, but you do look like you are going to kill him if he comes near you. and his life is kind of precious to him.

nevertheless, with fumbling fingers and twitching lips, jin slowly walks to where you are and before he even opens his mouth to speak, you’re cutting him off.

“what, are you going to pull my cardigan again?” you snap at him and he quickly shakes his head, eyes shutting because he cannot believe he got himself into this situation.

“you aren’t wearing a cardigan today” he mumbled and winced immediately when you cocked an eyebrow at him.

what is the fucking deal with him when he is around you?

where is his ‘be respectful, not an asshole’ filter?

“don’t get smart with me” you practically growled, irritation sinking deeper into your skin and jin shamefully nodded.

he had that one coming.

“i just wanted to apologize, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, i’m pretty sure it looked strange but my intention wasn’t that because the reason i even did it was- “he takes a deep sigh when he notices you sitting up straight, curious enough to want to know why he even pulled your cardigan instead of you know, saying hello like a normal person would.

“it was because i thought you were a ghost” he whispered, feeling the embarrassment settling deep in him as he explained and he snaps his eyes open to look at you when he hears your loud laugh. it gathers the attention of everyone else in the library but you don’t look like you care because you’re laughing so hard that your eyes have gathered tears.

jin doesn’t know why but he feels a certain warmth spread in his chest when he sees you looking so happy, even if it is because he embarrassed himself.

“why didn’t you just talk to me?” you said slightly breathlessly as you leaned back in your seat, a wide grin still on your face and jin felt himself smiling back at you.

“what if you were a ghost?” he retorted and you giggled again, jin was loving every minute of it. there’s nothing more ego boosting than someone you like finding you funny.

“strong point, can’t argue with that.” you lifted your hands in surrender and when you saw him laugh with his ears and cheeks all red, you knew you didn’t deserve whatever this handsome man had to offer.

you couldn’t get attached.

you didn’t deserve to be attached with anyone, especially not this guy who’s been making you laugh and forget about everything, even if it was for five minutes.

“okay, apology accepted, you can leave now.” you curtly nodded, voice devoid of any and all emotion and turned to open your books and jin was baffled because you looked so full of life not even a minute ago.

“you’re not even going to tell me your name?” and you don’t answer, instead staring down at your book even if your mind wasn’t grasping anything so jin shrugged to himself and left you alone even if he really wanted to stay and talk, or make you laugh more because you didn’t always look this happy, at least not in the times he’s seen you.

from then, jin didn’t bother you, of course he still looked your way whenever he could but he never went up to talk to you again and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed even if you were the one who pushed him away. a small solace for you was that you didn’t have to worry about getting attached anymore.

but jin is well, he’s jin and he’s hard to ignore.

so this time, you’re the one who looks up constantly with your pen caught in between your lips, you look up to see the handsome stranger across the room from you (you still don’t know his name) he doesn’t look too far from your age and you could only guess that you both went to the same university, you lean a little and squint your eyes to see any identification and sure enough he had a hoodie draped over the chair next to him and it had your university’s name on it.

how come you have never seen him around?

maybe he didn’t hang out near your block but you move around a lot so it’s puzzling that you have never noticed him before.

maybe he just had a tight circle of friends.

the next time you looked up, you saw him snoozing away with his book open in front of him. his precious highlighters are scattered around his head, he looked cute with his full lips and slightly flushed cheeks. absentmindedly, you gathered your books and sat down in the same table, still maintaining a good distance, not wanting to but looking over to see him every once in a while.

you giggled when his alarm rang and broke the silence in the very quiet, very empty library, so empty that it was only you and him, and a couple at the other end of the library but you were pretty sure they didn’t come here to study. jin snapped his eyes and hastily looked around to make sure no one caught him looking like a fool, only to meet your amused eyes.

and even if you didn’t want to, you started speaking.

“no loud noises in the library, don’t you know that?” you mused and pointed to the huge sign over your head which had the rule written on it in huge letters, a cheeky grin on your face only to laugh once more when he hurriedly bowed to you in apology.

he was still cute. and he was still making it really hard to not like him.

“it’s okay, just try not to sleep here, i can’t imagine the position being any comfortable” you chastised, you know this because once you fell asleep and woke up with such a cramped neck that you couldn’t move it for two days. you watched as his eyes danced over your face, pausing for a second or two and then lifting his eyebrow in a cocky way.

“thanks for the concern” jin smirked your way and you rolled your eyes, of course with a face like that, he was confident and that also made him attractive, it’s been a while since you’ve openly admitted to yourself that someone was attractive.

but it hasn’t been too long since you made the biggest blunder in your life.

you sighed, closing your books and thinking that this was enough studying for you today, not failing to catch jin’s panicked eyes looking at you.

you got up to leave, flinging your bag over your shoulder, and walking away, silently wishing for jin to say something and he didn’t disappoint. he wasn’t going to talk to you but you initiated the conversation this time so he took that as a green light to talk to you.

“wait, what’s your name? i’m jin!” he called after you, now standing in his seat. even from where you stood, his voice was clear as day so he must have been yelling.

“well jin, still no loud noises in the library, remember?” you smirked at him and laughed to yourself when you heard him groan and slump his shoulders.

just like that, you were gone. again.

jin doesn’t remember the last time he’s chased after someone but you looked like you were worth the chase so he brought out the big guns. he put a dent in his weekly budget and bought two expensive coffee infused drinks from the café in front of the library. all while he cursed capitalism, the café itself and even god because why the fuck did he have to pay 30$ for decent coffee?

that day, he kept close watch to the entrance of the library to catch you walk in and you did, looking even better than he remembers. as soon as you sit down in your usual seat, he walks over to you after gathering every bit of confidence left in him and you paused from writing your notes when you saw a shadow on them, looking up to see jin standing there with a nervous smile and two cups in his hands.

and dare you say, your heart fluttered.

“what are you doing jin?” you mused and he hated how much he liked his name rolling off your tongue. he hasn’t liked his name this much before, you just made it sound more beautiful.

“what does it look like? i’m trying to get your name.” and with that, he set a cup in front of you, and you see, it was very tempting to just sit here and get lost in a conversation with jin who seemed more than eager about it but it wasn’t so tempting when you remember your mistakes, you have hurt someone else too much to chat over coffee like this.

“i don’t like coffee.” but you can’t say no to jin.

jin sighs and just as he’s about to grab the cup and leave you, swearing to himself that he won’t return and also convincing himself to just drink the two expensive drinks himself, your voice stutters his movement to a halt.

“but there’s nothing wrong with trying it again, i guess” you sheepishly grab the cup and start sipping, not missing the relieved smile that settles on his lips and you smile back.

one conversation won’t hurt anyone.

-

turns out, jin is a lot more charming when he isn’t picking on your cardigan, and even more handsome up close. you almost choked on your breath when he leaned over the table to wipe an eyelash from your cheek. the coffee was good but you almost forgot to drink it because you were trying to find some, really any flaws in jin’s face, you didn’t find any. you tried to see flaws in his personality, you didn’t see any, or you just painted too pretty of a picture of him in your head but he really hasn’t given you any reason to paint an ugly one.

it was all too cliché. even now, bundled in your sheets, your hand unconsciously strokes where he touched you and warm butterflies fill your chest.

but you shouldn’t feel like this. last time you felt like this, you hurt someone and even if it’s been a few years since that, you don’t have it in you to forgive yourself because you really do think you don’t deserve to be with anyone.

and as much as you like jin, you know that’s it’s only a matter of time before he finds out about what you did and you’re terrified.

jin is the only person who has treated you like you deserved niceness in all these years and in your heart, you know you have to push him away, or either of you will get too comfortable to go.

and the idea of pushing him away only seemed to get harder the more days you spent with him later on, it was like whatever you two had was magnetic. you never told him your name though, masking your fear of him finding about you by just simply teasing him more. you would walk into the library and the first thing you saw was jin’s large grin and two coffee cups in front of him, and just like that, your heart felt lighter and you felt like letting your regrets go.

but regrets don’t just go, they cling to you, and they clung to you even when you dreamed of jin, they also clung to you when you wondered about what he was dreaming of, if it was you like you dreamed of him.

-

“so yeah, i cried to myself at midnight while watching coco instead of finishing my assignment and now, i’m doomed” jin, along with hoseok and jungkook, laughed at taehyung who was furiously typing away on his laptop.

“glad to know you can find joy in my misery.” taehyung clenched his teeth in mock anger and proceeded to anxiously check the time once again. from what he told them, this assignment was 20% of his grade and he was given a month to finish it. taehyung is starting it now.

taehyung is doomed.

magnificently doomed.

“just finish your essay man” jungkook snickered when hoseok shook his head disappointedly at taehyung’s situation. and jungkook also noticed how jin kept looking around the cafeteria instead of laughing with him, his own eyes travelled to where jin was looking and he didn’t know jin found fading posters on their bulletin board interesting but here they were, staring at a particularly moldy piece of paper hanging on for dear life on that board.

“if you want to join knitting club, we won’t judge hyung” hoseok burst into laughter at jungkook’s words, almost spitting his drink out and jin shook off his haze, turning to playfully shove his younger friend off the table. and after flapping hands at each other for a minute and bickering until one of them backed out, jungkook looked a little concerned for jin because jin was never one to zone out or think too much.

“but no, what are you even thinking about?” jin hesitated to speak about you, he really didn’t know a lot about you, he just knew enough to know that he definitely liked you and you spent a lot of time together but you haven’t even told him your name.

and just as he’s thinking about you, he swears that it’s the ghost of you that comes into the cafeteria and you don’t spare a single glance at anyone, walking straight to the vending machine, a couple of eyes turn to look at you and jin misses the way hushed whispers are exchanged as soon as you’re in the room.

jin doesn’t have it in him to walk up to you today, you make him weak in the best way possible and he hasn’t prepared himself to see you in campus. and jungkook notices how jin’s eyes stray towards you, also noticing how he doesn’t look away until you leave the cafeteria.

jungkook knows what’s got his hyung all wind up.

“so, y/n?” jungkook muses, a teasing tone settled in his voice and jin chokes on thin air, he didn’t expect jungkook to know you, let alone know your name.

“you know her name?” he turns to jungkook with wide eyes and jungkook almost laughs at his comical expression, but his humility dies down the second he sees how serious jin looks, he sits up straight and clears his throat. he’s only seen jin serious a handful of times, and he didn’t enjoy any of those incidents.

“of course, i do, everyone does” jungkook shrugs and jin turns to hoseok and taehyung for confirmation. and sure enough, they both nod as well and jin almost lets out a screech at how everyone around him knows you but him.

seeing jin’s panicked expression, a realization dawns on his roommate, hoseok who smirks at his friend proudly after figuring out where exactly he had been disappearing off to these past few nights.

“is she the reason why you have been going to the library every day?”

“nonsense, i just want to get my grades up.” jin nervously utters out as his ears tinge red, he’s never been a good liar and his friends know and they enjoy watching him miserably struggle with his words.

“you haven’t turned in your assignments for two weeks now” hoseok pointed out with a broad, knowing smile on his face.

“are you stalking me?” jin narrows his eyes at his roommate, but his cheeks were definitely red with all the attention of the conversation turned to him.

“hyung, do you really not know anything about her? she literally was all people talked about when i was a freshman” taehyung said, looking up from his laptop for the first time since the past 10 minutes.

“don’t you have an assignment to finish?” jin questioned, raising his eyebrows at taehyung who didn’t seem to care at all.

“i’m failing anyway, i’ve come to terms with it.” taehyung had apparently decided that his luck wouldn’t save him this time and he was just too invested in the conversation they’re having right now to care about the assignment.

“seriously though, i’m still a junior and i know about her, how do you not?” jungkook piped up, looking at jin incredulously and jin sighed, there was no winning for him here.

“fine, she’s the reason i’m going to the library and i do like her a little but she never told me her name so i would very much appreciate it if you told me.” taehyung, jungkook and hoseok looked at each other for a second, silently debating on whether they should tell what they know or not. all while, jin’s eyes danced over the three of them as they continued to stare at each other and after coming to an unspoken agreement that jin indeed needs to know, taehyung finally breaks eye contact with them and looks at jin.

“y/n, she cheated on her boyfriend in her second year.”

jin didn’t know to react.

he imagined a lot of things about you but you didn’t look like a cheater, and he felt betrayed even if he wasn’t involved with you fully. it just felt like everything he knew about you became a blurry mess that he wasn’t sure of anymore.

how many other things have you been hiding from him?

and jin has never been the judgmental kind but cheating, to him, was pretty serious.

“her boyfriend was devasted and he apparently pulled this sympathy card, got everyone to feel bad for him and that made everyone hate her for a while, he was the campus go-lucky guy so when he got all sad, people got defensive and shit, it was a whole thing. from what i know, she lost a lot of friends after that and her now, ex-boyfriend continues to mop around about it, he’s like the typical good guy who got his heart broken so yeah, no one bothers to talk to her anymore.”

so that is why you’re always alone in the library.

-

you didn’t see jin in the library for a while and it confused you, even hurt you a little bit because even if you know you didn’t deserve his presence, he made you feel alive. you missed that feeling of not being an empty void which spoke two words at the most. he actually pulled sentences, paragraphs even from your mouth with little effort. you missed being around people in general but you understood why no one would talk to you.

because you were a cheater.

you broke someone’s heart.

and you knew you fucked up. you knew you fucked up the minute you woke up in someone else’s bed.

you knew you fucked up when you saw the disappointment, anger and then sadness fill your then boyfriends eyes as you told him what happened.

and it didn’t help that he was actually a kind but difficult person to deal with, it didn’t help that you stopped loving him a long time ago, you even doubted if you ever loved him at all.

but those were excuses to anyone who would hear them.

excuses from a cheater.

because cheaters and liars have all the excuses in the world.

that night became a catalyst for the end of your relationship and there was nothing else you needed more, but it felt like you stepped out of a cage only to fall into a hole.

your ex didn’t take the news too well, and word spread around so quick that even your teaching assistants knew about what happened and they shamed you, for your actions, for your underwhelming reactions to any provoking done by anyone because honestly, you felt numb.

you thought college was going to be this fun period in your life that you would enjoy to the fullest, which is why you even moved from home, you were excited to start this new chapter with an open mind and it all crashed down on you before you could embrace it. it all fell apart right in front of you and you couldn’t do anything but watch as your reputation crumbled into fine sand.

and you deserved it. nothing could excuse cheating, not even the shell you called a relationship, not your boyfriend who was actually a good person and didn’t deserve what you gave him, nothing could change that you were exactly what they called you, a cheater.

it took everything in you to not roll your eyes when he went around campus crying to everyone about how you betrayed him and absolutely broke him, and you felt like a horrible person because you were the reason he was hurt. but you didn’t feel anything. you still don’t feel anything.

but there was one emotion that filled you to the brim and tumbled over. one you won’t admit you feel.

regret.

regret filled your every inch with dangerous opacity, regret that you couldn’t love someone as nice as him, regret that you had to hurt someone to move forward, regret that that one night absolutely destroyed everything for you, regret that you’ll only ever be known as a cheater and nothing else in all your college life.

it’s painful to experience the end of something even if you’ve been anticipating it.

you didn’t love your ex-boyfriend but still the end of whatever you were, it killed you just as much as it killed him. there were still nights that you would dream of tracing his features with your hands in the dark while he softly hummed his favorite song to you, there were still days you missed going to the cafeteria with him and just being all wrapped up with him in front of all your friends, there were still days you missed what you were even if it weren’t good for you.

regret rots you from the inside out, slowly kills you but you act like nothing affects you but every whisper, every stare that lasts too long on you, it halts your movements and makes you close your eyes in pure anguish.

“i get that it’s 4 am and no one is actually okay at this time but why do you look like you’re trying to hold in a fart?” jin’s voice broke your daze, your eyes bouncing around to find where he was, only to see him standing to the side of you while holding two cups, and jin thought he was kidding himself when he saw your face momentarily give him a relieved smile.

“just thinking” you replied, voice a little shaky and nervous. and you straightened your posture when you saw jin looking at you with more seriousness in his eyes, none of his usual playfulness or mischief found, his face was blank and not lit up in a smile like it usually was.

did he find out?

the possibility of him finding out about what you did unnerved you a little. and the tension lingered in the air, with both his sour mood and your overactive mind.

“you know, you don’t have to get me this every time, i know these are expensive as fuck” you cheekily said when he slid one of the cups over to you and jin swore, he could’ve kissed you for being so understanding of his thin wallet.

“thank you, i will no longer be getting us drinks from that place, it’s like every time i go there, they increase the prices.” jin complained loudly, an angry pout on his face as he threw his hands around to exaggerate his frustration. and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud at his red face. but you felt relieved that he didn’t seem as rigid as he looked when he came in.

“that’s true, they switch up their prices almost weekly besides, we have a coffee machine here in the library, why did you go till there?” jin’s mouth dropped as you said this.

this library had a what now?

“what do you mean, there’s a coffee machine here?”

“yeah, it’s right there, we have three of them actually” you pointed to the opposite side of the room and jin almost cried out in frustration when he saw the brand spanking new coffee machines, all shiny and ready to be used.

“it even makes caramel latte” you added in, just to humor his expression a little more. and his jaw drops further.

so, he almost blew his month’s allowance to get you coffee when there was a perfectly (and free!!) working coffee machine right here?

“great” he pushed his tongue into his cheek to try and conceal the frustration bubbling in him and it took everything in you to not snicker.

“why haven’t you been coming in these days? grades got too good?” you gave him a small smile, only to see that all the tension that dissipated had built back up when his eyes flashed with realization as to why he came here and he straightened himself back to same posture he had when he walked in-rigid and stern.

“i actually wanted to talk you about something” you knew exactly what he was going to ask you about but you settled to hear it from him first, you could already feel your stomach sinking, and you were foolishly hoping he would ask you about the coffee machines again.

“oh yeah? what is it?” you asked with pursed lips while your fingers nervously fiddled with the lid of the coffee cup and jin took a deep breath, contemplating whether to ask you or not but ever the forward person he was, he did.

“i heard a lot about you, just recently actually, i’m pretty sure you know what i’m talking about. but i don’t know how much of it i can believe so i want you to be honest with me and tell me what happened. before we go any further with whatever this is, i want to hear it from you, y/n.”

“so, you got my name?” you delayed answering his question by taking notice of him saying your name for the first time. your name falling out of his mouth made you shiver a little, you swore that no one else could say your name like he did, you ached to hear it from him again and again.

“it was surprising that everyone around me knew but i didn’t.” he shrugged, taking his coffee cup and peering at you from the top, waiting for you to talk.

you see, jin actually thought of never talking to you again, because your situation just felt too messy and he didn’t know if he wanted to get involved.

but then he also felt he was being unfair by not knowing both sides of what happened so what better way to solve his confusion than ask the person who is directly involved?

besides, jin has blown too much money on coffee just to keep talking to you to give up now. and he doesn’t even like coffee.

“you need to be honest with me, i’m not here to intimidate you into talking or whatever, i’m here to listen to your side” and something about the way his eyes softened when he saw your hands shake a little, and then taking your quivering hands in his made you want to tell him.

you wanted to tell him everything with just the pure openness in his eyes and his willingness to hear you out before he concluded something about the situation, it warmed your heart that at least one person wanted to see how you felt instead of calling you names behind your back.

even if you might never see him because he could be disgusted with what you did and what you felt, you told him. you told him what happened, you told him the feeling that pooled in you after that fateful night, the same feeling you wouldn’t even admit to yourself. you even told him how you wouldn’t change anything except someone getting their heart broken because your relationship ended even before you cheated on him.

you told him everything you wouldn’t even whisper into the night.

jin listened to all of it with utmost attention and you even searched his eyes for any signs of judgment but all you saw was kindness.

kindness you didn’t feel like you deserved.

“you know, you keep saying he was hurt but from what you said, you were hurt just as much.” jin was right. but you didn’t reply because you were scared of admitting that if it broke his heart, it had broken you all over.

you were just as hurt over what happened as your ex-boyfriend but you felt like you didn’t deserve to feel pain when you inflicted it. but pain is a two-edged sword, you felt the same pain just in a different way. it was still pain, it was still you crying every night because you had no one to wish you good night except your parents, it was still you avoiding going into the cafeteria just to avoid the way everyone looked at you, your pain was still pain.

and no one but jin understood that.

“do you regret it?” he finally asked, pushing his cup away and looking at you pointedly.

“i regret cheating on him, not the breakup” you replied honestly, gulping a little and he hummed.

there was a tense pause in the air as you warily eyed him for any reaction but he didn’t give you any, keeping a stoic face and you felt like you couldn’t breath with how silent everything got, thankfully he gave your heart a break by speaking again.

“that’s fair enough. next time, let’s just get the coffee here.” he ended his sentence with a gentle smile which almost made you cry out of happiness because he didn’t run away.

he listened to the worst of you and stayed.

and you clung to his words ‘next time’ more than you thought you would.

-

jin meant what he said, he understood you were having a hard time too and he assumed alienation at college would be pretty harsh considering almost everyone knows everyone on campus. it must have been hard for you when everyone knew about your worst mistake and talked about it like it was teatime gossip.

but jin’s met tons of people in their worst moments, he’s learned to appreciate and admire the strength that individuals have to overcome shit instead of judging them for it.

he met jungkook when he seemingly had no aim and was just a lost young boy who was temperamental or sometimes too shy, he met hoseok when he was going through a rough breakup and was still trying to find himself, he found taehyung when he was a lot sterner and lacked understanding of others. and all his friends have been through their own shit, jin’s been through his fair share of shit too, he’s seen all of them and himself grow into who they are today and he’s proud of them and him too.

but jin knows you’ve already grown through the experience, now you just need to heal and be accepted again, and if no one else does that, he will. not because he was a hero or something, he just felt he couldn’t miss out on knowing someone like you just because you made one mistake.

jin didn’t give a shit about hushed whispers or the weird you would sometimes get when you held his hand, he could hear them calling him a fool for being with you but again, jin was determined to give you a chance for yourself and he wasn’t going to back down.

his unshaking faith in you made you believe in yourself too, he introduced you to his friends who were just as welcoming as he was. he felt his heart warm when you held his hand tighter each time someone would start a conversation with you, like you still needed him even with all those people around, jin felt like he could die a happy man, it didn’t take you long before you got comfortable around people again. 

jin couldn’t be prouder.

even right now, the library is still your favorite place, even after several days of spending time with each other, jin couldn’t deny how much more lively and confident you looked as you sat in front of him. this time with coffee made from the library machines near your hands and jin almost leaps from his seat when you look like you're going to knock them over, you don’t even notice how his hands reach out and hold the cup still, instead just going back to write on your brightly colored flash cards (you have taken a liking to bright stationery because of him, you’ve even gone on dates to stationery stores just for the heck of it.)

jin feels endeared and lets out a light chuckle, because you look very cute with your eyebrows scrunched, lips in a slight pout as you furiously jot down points, your hair ever so slightly falls on your face, you just seem so into your own world and like you’ve tuned out everyone else.

but he also frowns at the realization that you’ve probably gotten used to not having anyone around and tuning out everyone was the easiest way you could deal with being alone. he knows that feeling creeps back in you even if you are doing better now.

so, he picks up his books and bag in a hurry making you look up at him with widened eyes, and just as you are about to ask him where he’s going, he seats himself right beside you.

he’s determined to never make you feel lonely again.

he’s also determined to prove to you that it's okay too feel everything you do, be it pain, be it happiness.

he feels like he’s in love? he feels exactly like what they’ve been calling him, a fool.

a fool in love to be more specific, a fool because just by sitting there, you make him want to fight the world for you.

and jin is okay with being a fool. he’s okay with being a fool for you.