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Soooooooooo cute... it has me, yet again missing Jin to the moon & back. Thank you so much for this 💗

This one too... please 🙊💜

strap ya selves I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a very looooong time so you've unleashed a flood (edit: or a creek more like)

It was as if no time had passed at all. The way your parents dutifully doted on the boy, well, a man now, brought you uncannily back to eight years ago when he became the center of your home.

Yeah...yeah. You had been jealous. Imagine waking up one day to a strange boy wandering the halls of your home and then having to listen day after day -

"Make Seokjin feel welcome!"

"He's so alone, invite him along with you!"

"Don't abandon him, ______________. Imagine how you would feel like in his place!"

What about me, you had thought angrily, glaring at Seokjin at the other side of the kitchen corner. He'd met your gaze and flinched, trying to appear as small as possible underneath your explosive wrath. Does anyone care about what I feel?

But watching from the sidelines as he awkwardly pats your mother back, returning her heartwarming hug, you don't feel jealous. Well, just a bit, though entirely for different reasons.

You don't think you could ever hug him like that. Certainly not after all these years during which the frail bridge of latent friendship had undoubtedly rusted away.

It goes exactly as planned. Jin brings certain souvenirs and foods from Korea, even gifting a thank you card from his own parents, expressing gratitude about having such a nurturing host family. Your parents go nuclear, squealing and fussing. For two weeks now they both put their backs and hearts into making the celebratory dinner. The appetizing smell was wafting throughout the whole house and surely could be sensed down the street. They rush into kitchen to prepare which leaves you and Jin standing quietly in the entry hall.

"Hello," he greets you stiffly. "How have you been?"

You think back on the heartbreaks and laughter, desperation and joy, and boredom, years of growing up that seem to slip by ever faster each moment.

"Fine," you shrug. "You?"

He thinks for a second, plush lips growing thin.

"Okay. Bored. Was missing...this place."

You hum, taken aback a bit. You truly had not ventured that he liked to stay here at all; certainly you had not made it the easiest in the beginning. Recalling all the moments you locked him out of the bathroom or staunchly ignored him, made you cringe. Despite your numerous apologies and his assurances that it was okay, the guilt still gnawed at the ends of your soul.

"How is...Katie?" he asks gently and you laugh.

"You know I haven't spoken her since we threw her shit into the river."

He joins your smile, though quite more bashful, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Well, I left...so I think, I mean, thought, you'd...you know."

"What? Get back together with those skanks? Nah, never."

For all your faults, that at least was something you felt good about. Namely, crunching Katie McMillan's nose and tossing her school bag into the dirty river on the lower parts of the town. Once you found out it was actually her, your supposed good friend, who bullied Jin into depression, the choice between your friend group and Seokjin was easy. In, fact you wouldn't call it a choice at all. Afterwards, you could honestly say that you'd enjoy Seokjin's company. Being outcasts at school who lived together meant that in those nine months you were practically attached to the hip and, yes, perhaps you began to harbor some semblance of a pathetic crush towards him but the guilt and the shame never let up and to this day, you found it difficult to look at him.

Hence why the lack of hugging.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't say it," Jin interrupts. "Stop apologizing. It's fine."

You purse your lips but ultimately shut up.

You sit mutely by the table as your parents hound Jin for answers. From the way his flight was to who cut his hair - they want to know all and so do you, despite not voicing it. You sit and listen, eagerly catching the dealings of his life. He works at a private clinic, the same as his father had. He lives in Seoul and has seven close friends. He's an uncle now, he shows a picture of the little rascal and he's single. That last part he can barely stutter without his ears becoming beet root red meanwhile your mother tosses one of her annoying, pointed glances. All in all, he's leading a good life and you're glad.

Leaning back into the damp garden chair whilst the neighborhood sleeps, you're unwittingly forced to examine your life. Is it going good? You don't know. But how could you if you do not know where it should go or even where you want it to go?

A beer bottle floats in the line of your vision and raising your eyes, you find Jin standing on the patio, tightening a jacket around his broad shoulders. How could they possibly have gotten any wider?

"Stealing from Dad's stash again?" you inquire light-heartedly, accepting his quasi gift. One upon a time you got into quite the trouble for emptying the secret alcohol cupbord.

"For the sake of old times," he laughs, joining to sit by you.

"This is for you," he adds after a pregnant moment of silence, fishing from the depths of his jacket a small box. Your eyes widen at the sight of it and after wiping your hands into the pants, partially fearing you could destroy the gift with your oily grippers, you take it out of his hands. The bracelet is thin but shining, even in the muted light of the darkened back-garden where the only light was provided by the yellow street lamp hanging above the hedge. You're fairly sure it was made of diamonds. There is a sense of luxury about it that you've not seen in real life.

"I-I cannot accept this," you gasp, trying to push it back. "Why would you even-?!"

"Because I wanted to," he sternly cuts down your belligerent expression of humility, forcing you to keep onto the gift and struggle with decisions of how to best word the bottomless gratitude you felt.

"I see you're still a coconut head," you mumble, immediately regretting ever opening your mouth. Jin rolls his eyes, suppressing the smile tugging at his lips.

"You can never just say "thank you", can you?" he chuckles dryly, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I'm horrible."

"No, you're not," he argues softly. "I did loathe your ass in the beginning but...it was a difficult situation."

"Thanks, dude," you snort, twirling the box in your hands thus failing to spot the way his eyes worriedly linger on your form.

"But we got closer together and I...I began liking you."

You don't move and Jin can feel the shirt stick to his back - he's sweating that much.

"Like a girl."

You blink repeatedly, staring intently somewhere in the grass. The lack of reply goes on for so long, Jin has the time to drain his beer bottle to gather the courage that by now has been all but depleted.

"Like a...girl?" you echo, turning to slowly face him. "Like as in...like like?"

"Yeah."

You swallow. That pathetic crush of yours is rearing its head with the conviction of a tornado.

"When I said I miss this place," he drawls off shyly, ears turning undoubtedly red. "What I actually meant is that I really, really missed you."

You listen to the soft sway of the wind, thoughts empty, mind empty.

"Thank you."

Jin drops onto his back, laughing.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

I have the perfect quote to describe this drabble, it was cute, and sexy, and lovely, all at once. 🥰❤

“You're the second more beautiful person I know”

“And who's the first?”

“Me, of course, have you seen me? Hot damn.”

That's something only Jin could say, like for real. 😂 And yes, babe, you're worldwide handsome for a reason, duhh

There he is, Jin with all of his charm 💗 Amelia that was so so beautiful, loved it. And also, I loved how caring and loving he was towards oc. I mean, can we all have a man like him someday? Seriously!

a dozen tulips. (ksj)

summary. it’s been one year since you married the love of your life, and every day he makes you fall in love with him a little more.

↠ florist + model seokjin x wife!reader ↠ 1756 words ↠ established relationship AU | fluff, implied smut ↠ pg15 | warnings: mentions of a car accident, injuries, reader is insecure about a scar from the accident, implied smut. 

A/N: this is a part of the @ficscafe​ drabble event — prompt 26: “You’re the second most beautiful person I know.” “Huh? Who’s the first?” “Me, of course. Have you seen me? Hot damn.”

for the lovely, fran @ownthesunshine I hope you enjoy! 💘

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I opened the same drabble request game a few days ago but no one requested me what I wanted to write the most... so.....

please write a All of the Girls You Loved Before + Jin 😭😭😭😭

Ilysm 💜

all of the girls you loved before | ksj

✰ pairing: seokjin x f!reader (married au) ✰ warnings: fluff; husband! and dad!jin; discussions of and reflections on past relationships and breakups, including teenage romance and long-distance; alcohol; some mild but loving teasing of their children ✰ word count: 2.8k (oops) ✰ notes: thank you for the request, sweet nika! writing inspired by ‘love in the big city’ by sang young park, one of my favorite novels of all time; story inspired by ‘the last’ by wong fu productions (LMAO throwback). not quite sure how i feel about this type of story (where the women in his past exist solely as one-dimensional character development tools lmao) but i think it turned out okay in the end. also, you may all blame @daechwitatamic for the dad!jin brainrot. thanks

✰ listened to: all of the girls you loved before - taylor swift

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“Seokjin.” You cross your arms in the doorway. “Honey, the movers are going to be here in an hour—“

He jumps. Glances over his shoulder, looking caught. "I know, I know, I'm just finishing up here.”

"What are you even looking at?" You venture into the room, surveying the scene in front of you. Seokjin's sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of your bedroom, right where the foot of the bed used to be. Instead of packing away the last of his clothing as instructed, though, he has a shoebox open in front of him.

Around it, spilling out of it, spread all over the floor—letters. Notes on pink, yellow, blue stationery, some folded into hearts, some spread open, crowded with bubbly handwriting and doodled hearts. Photos, film prints to Polaroids to strips from the old-school purikura booths that you'd frequent in high school. Little trinkets and souvenirs, too, like Lotte World tickets, keychains, and receipts. He keeps a wary eye on you as you approach.

"What... oh, my god, is that—"

"Me and Nabi," he says. He rests a hand on the old photo, faded a bit with age. In it, an adorable, seventeen-year-old Seokjin is smiling in front of a bowling alley, his arm around a girl you'd both gone to hagwon with back in high school.

"I took this photo," you say, folding yourself down next to him. "I remember this. I didn't know you've been keeping all of these...."

You take a closer look at everything spread out in front of him. They're all mementos of Seokjin's past relationships, you realize. Letters from girls named Dahye, Eunkyo, Chaewon. Photos under cherry blossoms, in lecture halls, in pubs. A pencil sketch of Seokjin's profile, in blurred strokes. All of them kept in a nondescript shoebox, one that had been gathering dust on the highest shelf in your shared wardrobe for years but that you'd never really bothered to investigate.

You realize Seokjin's watching you carefully—gauging your reaction, it seems, the tips of his ears turning red. "What?" you ask, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "Were you worried I'd be upset?"

"Not worried, exactly," Seokjin says. He absently rests a hand on your thigh, letting his thumb trace little circles on the exposed skin there. "But... yeah, maybe not the reaction I was expecting?"

You understand what he means—anyone would be concerned about their spouse coming across a box full of keepsakes from their past relationships. But you know Seokjin. Know that he's sentimental even though he comes off as flippant; know that he likes to hold onto pieces of things even when he's left them in the past. 

Know that the union you and Seokjin have is something to which he dedicates himself on a daily basis, and that he's never once given you reason to doubt his commitment to you.

You glance at your phone. "Well... we have some time." You pull a handful of the photos toward you, loop an arm through your husband’s, and rest your cheek on his shoulder. “Want to tell me about these girls?"

—

The first girl I loved was Nabi.

You know Nabi. We all went to the same hagwon together, and you'd always sit in the front row because you were a huge nerd—yah!—but Nabi and I.... Well, we were a bit less devoted to our studies, let's say. And you know how some of us would go out, get dinner after class? Nabi always tagged along whenever she knew I was going. I suppose I've always been irresistible—yah, why are you laughing?!

Teenage love.... I know you didn't have your first real relationship until college, and maybe what I had with Nabi wasn’t quite real, either. But I really did love her. Or maybe I was just in love with the feeling of being loved. I know it's hard to believe, seeing how dashing I look here, but I really didn't think much of myself back then. I suppose a lot of teenagers don't—it's a horrible time, with all the stress of the CSATs and college admissions and growing into our own skin. But it did feel nice to be admired. To know that someone liked me for me, and not for what I did or didn't accomplish.

Teenage love is so uncomplicated, isn't it? All you have to do is hold hands, daydream, buy each other little trinkets and delude yourselves into romance. Nabi was sweet. And all we did was meet at the playground and pass notes in class—and take photos at the bowling alley, I guess—but she meant a lot to me at that time.

You know how it goes, though. Girls are fickle—yah, why do you keep hitting me!—and someone else eventually caught her eye. We only dated a few months, but I was ridiculously devastated. I got over it soon enough, and it was good that we ended things, because we were just two foolish kids playing at a relationship.

But she was special to me, at one point in my life. She was the first person to show me what that kind of love felt like.

—

The second girl I loved was Chaewon.

Whatever we had was brief, just a month or two in the winter before we enrolled in university. She was my mom's friend's daughter, lived two floors up from us, so naturally we had to keep things secret.

I was still too shy to do much of anything with her. But I remember this one night—the first snowfall, and she insisted that we go watch it together. Something about the person you watch the first snowfall with being the love of your life, right? So we held hands and took the night bus to this lookout point, but the snow didn't end up falling that night. I laughed, but she was really upset about it—yah, stop hitting me, I was just a kid!

My mother eventually caught us outside the building and gave me an earful. Lectured me for hours, then forced me to break up. I don’t remember much about it, but the one thing she told me that really stuck was that I wasn't good enough for someone like Chaewon.

I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me—I think she was right, in some ways. I acted like a kid, still. Immature for my age, not great at school. But Chaewon was more mature than I was, much smarter, and came from a better family to boot. I wasn't much compared to her, at least on paper. 

The words hurt at the time, but I knew she was wrong. It didn't matter to me or to Chaewon who our families were or how much money we had or who did better at school. We liked each other—loved each other, even, in the way we thought of love back then—and that was enough. Love is so difficult when you introduce too many factors. Can’t it just be enough to love? Why do we make it so hard for ourselves?

That love came at an important point in my life: at the cusp of adulthood. I wasn’t a child anymore, but I wasn’t quite grown yet—I’d disabused myself of childlike notions of soulmates and romance, but I still held on to a bit of hope. Or maybe I should call it naïveté, because I simply didn’t know that love took work. That it's not so easy to love someone else in this world.

Anyway, my mother’s words motivated me to do better once I reached university. To become someone that she could be proud of, someday.

—

The third girl I loved was Dahye.

You know Dahye—we met her at the last reunion. I met her for the first time at our freshman orientation. A group of us went out for drinks at the start of the term, and there she was. You know how shy I can be around new people, right? Well, I was being Classic Seokjin that night. Red ears, red face, couldn’t stomach a thing because I was so nervous. And here was this pretty girl sitting across from me, pouring me drinks with two hands even though we were the same age. I walked her home afterward even though I was plastered, and apparently I kissed her in front of the bus station—yah, don’t worry, it was consensual!

I was learning what it meant to be a real man at that age, living out of home on my own. I learned how to do my own laundry, find my own way around the city, make my own doctor’s appointments. You see this extremely good-looking, capable man sitting in front of you now, and you must wonder how he was ever incompetent—okay, fine, I’ll be serious—but it’s really thanks to her. I felt the need to show her that I was grown up. Responsible. I learned that I should offer to walk girls home at night. That I should pay the bill at dinner. That I should text her good morning. Little things like that, things that no one seems to teach you but everyone knows anyway. I couldn’t be a clueless, insolent kid forever.

We dated for quite a while. A couple of years, give or take. I’m sure we both were at fault for the breakup, but the gist of it is that I felt she was too controlling, and she felt I wasn’t doing enough for her. That’s fair, because I was working a ton back then. Interning, part-time jobs, studying. I focused so much on making myself a person worthy of admiration that I forgot who I was doing it all for. But at times, it seemed like she wanted an entirely different person and didn’t love me for who I actually was. We’d have terrible arguments over the phone, and I’d wake up next to her in the morning but still feel alone.

I was the one to finally end things. She taught me a lot, but in the end, I had to teach myself to be brave enough to say goodbye. I’d grown comfortable with her presence, and I can imagine a life in which we carried on like that forever, not totally satisfied with each other, only staying together because we’d already been together for so long.

But I knew it wasn’t right, and it would be best if we both moved on. If we both found the person we truly deserved to love. 

—

The fourth girl I loved was Eunkyo.

I met her on a blind date, actually, just out of school. My mother, convinced I'd be single forever, had set me up with a daughter of one of her church friends. I only went to please my mother, so you can imagine my surprise when this woman and I hit it off.

She was a year my junior, so still in school. Studied art, and she'd get paint stains all over my clothes and my car. But I didn't really mind. I was working some horribly depressing entry-level finance job at the time, a regular cog in the machine, and she brought color to my life. 

I confused domesticity for permanence, then. We basically lived together even though she was still in school, and she was busy, but she still made time to pack my lunch, and make me dinner, and sometimes even ironed my shirts. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I liked being taken care of, but worried that it was something she felt like she had to do, instead of something she wanted to do. But I accepted that this was her way of showing love to me, and tried to reciprocate it as best as I could. I hated myself for thinking it, but I imagined this was what marriage would be like, and imagined that she could be my wife someday.

Reality hit eventually, though, and once Eunkyo was done with school, she was offered a prestigious post-grad fellowship in New York. I didn't want her to go, of course, and looking back that was selfish of me. But I wasn't going to hold her back. I told her to go—that she couldn't turn down an opportunity like this, and that we would try to make it work. So she left, and I stayed.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't go very well. The time zones are nearly polar opposites, and she was so busy, and I was neck-deep in grunt work for the company. We always seemed to miss each other's calls. I'd send flowers for Valentine's Day that arrived two days late. She'd send a message that somehow never got to me until I was asleep. Little things like that built up, and eventually, on one of her trips back to visit Korea, we agreed to end it.

I don't regret telling her to go to New York, because I don't think I could have lived with myself if she had given up this huge step in her career for me. But still, I wondered a lot in the months after whether things could have been different. Maybe if I'd gone to New York with her, or if I'd prioritized her over my job, we could have made it work.

Later, though, I came to realize that there was a reason everything happened the way that it did. I learned to let go of things out of my control, especially the mistakes I'd made in my past. It was a painful heartbreak, but I knew everything would work out in the end. It did for her, too—the last I heard, she wound up moving to Paris and becoming a prominent artist there.

I loved her at one time, yes, but I learned that love isn't immune to timing and circumstance. And I learned how to make an effort for the person I love, but that I can’t force something that was never going to work anyway.

—

“I lied, earlier. When I said Nabi was the first girl I loved.”

You glance at Seokjin curiously. “Hmm?”

“The first girl I loved,” he says—soft, deliberate, turning to face you, “was this unbelievably huge nerd who sat in the first row of our hagwon classes. She loved photography. Always had a film camera around her neck, so she'd run around taking pictures of us, of her friends. I thought it was adorable.”

You breathe a laugh. Feel your cheeks growing warm, even as you roll your eyes. “Please stop talking.”

“She never gave me a second glance, though,” he continues, as if you haven’t spoken. He reaches for one of your hands, lacing his fingers through yours. “She was too smart for that. She actually didn't notice me until much, much later, when we were both adults, and we happened to meet again at a friend’s wedding. But… I’m glad she didn’t see me back then.” He leans in, touching his forehead to yours, and you feel your cheeks growing even hotter. “Because imagine if she dated me before I became the drop-dead gorgeous, perfect guy I was when we met—“

“Umma! Appa!”

You both jump apart and look up, startled. Standing in the doorway are Yerin and Yeseong—or, as you and Seokjin like to call them, Chaos Demons One and Two. “Umma,” your five-year-old whines, racing to climb into your lap, “Noona said you aren’t taking me with you when you go to the new house.”

“Not true,” seven-year-old Yerin insists, throwing her arms around her father’s neck, at the same time Seokjin gasps dramatically and says, “Yerin-ah, that was supposed to be a secret!”

You roll your eyes as your son’s lip quivers, threatening tears—and as Seokjin and Yerin visibly fight their mirth. “Okay, okay, knock it off. Yerin-ah, stop teasing your brother. Did you finish packing your toys like Umma asked?”

“Well—“

“Go. Run along. The movers are going to be here soon.”

Yerin obediently departs for her room, her little brother trailing after her like a shadow. The second they’re safely out of earshot, you smack Seokjin’s arm.

“Yah!” he yelps, indignant. 

“Yah you! Would you quit traumatizing our offspr—“

Before you can even finish your sentence, Seokjin’s impossibly soft lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up. 

You wonder how he manages to make every kiss feel like it’s the first. How the stars managed to align so that his past and yours, two parallel lines, wound up converging in the end. How he managed to find a path, despite all the dead-end streets, back to you.

He tastes like morning coffee. Like home. Like your forever.

Jin, I dare you to read one page of your diary that we all know you have

"Sure.

Dear diary,

Today me and Namjoon accidentaly kissed- WAIT NOT THAT PAGE- "

Jin, can you please tell us when will your mixtape drop and end all the rappers in the industry?

" I am currently working on it -

"*appears out of no where*CAN I RAP TOO?!"

Jinnie, will you please make a cypher with Taetae?

"If he stops messing up my kitchen, then yes, why not!"

Jinnieeeee, when did you discover the power of having the most handsome face in the world?

"When all the girls and boys started to fall for me ㅋㅋ "

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Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do Seokjin with a breeding kink. Like it would be so hot lol. Thank you!

"Is this the rights place?" You asked, scratching softly the soft scalp, behind the ear of your hybrid, earning a soft purr coming from inside of his chest, making him lean into your comfortable touch, pressing his face on the space between your breasts, where he usually loved to hide the whole day, enjoying the warmth of your breasts squeezing his face and the sound of your heart beats.

You smiled to yourself, hand reaching down his torso to his hip, down his well defined vline, caressing his thigh, then going up to the curve of his ass, for holding the base of his tail, watching it shaking under your touch, the soft fur of it rising up, staying tall.

Seokjin hissed on your chest, mouth muffled by one of your breasts, making you grin and stroke the base of his tail with your ringed thumb. Seems like his little fangs appeared, since you could feel them softly piercing the thin material of the night dress you were wearing.

"B-babygirl, don't tease me." He warned you, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your left breast, piercing the cloth and making you to wince in both pain and pleasure. But, his warning only encouraged you to move your hand up and down his black panthera tail. A growl left your hybrid's throat, making your hand freeze in the middle of stroking his fur.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned on the bright purple matters of your bed, hands pinned on either sides of your head, a mad Seokjin staring down at you, his eyes yellow-green sparkling with anger. "I fucking told you to not tease me, brat!" He hissed, showing his panthera fangs to you, his words being sustained by a slap on your naked thigh, the dress revealed.

"Seok- " your words were cut by his mouth capturing yours into a heated kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your wet and warm cave, finding your own muscle, the feeling if his cat like tongue on yours sending a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat straight to your core.

Almost like reading your mind, still while kissing you, Seokjin pushed your lace panties aside, his tip finding its way to rub on your clit, almost making it twitch, causing your hips to rise up, meeting his movements. He growled once more, entering you without a word, cursing under his breath and smirking to himself of how wet you already were. And all for him.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, moving his hips in and out, into a slow motion, driving you crazy already. "So wet and ready for taking your daddy's seed, huh? Ready for taking all of my kittens?" He was smirking, enjoying himself, seeing how you were growing hornier with every dirty phrase he was saying. Rolling his hips into you, Seokjin moaned at the feeling your cunt was giving him, squeezing his hard and long length, coaxing it into your wetness.

Your toes curled when, with a fast and unexpected move, he pushed deeper, burring himself completly into you, not missing your sweet spot. The sound you made, the way you arched your back, throwing your head back, making him understand that he just found your g-spot.

"Here, huh?" He asked, not waiting for an answer, but simply rolling his hips into you, pushing his member deeper and deeper, hitting it rapidly, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-daddy..." you moaned, holding on his strong shoulders.

"Take it. Take my cock, like my little kitten, take it, my little whore, take all of my kittens, let my seed fill up your precious belly, making it round and full of my babies!" He growled low, reaching down to lick a side of your neck, letting go of his warm cum inside of you.

The feeling of his cock twitching into you, strands of cum filling your belly up... then you felt it. Seokjin sinked his fangs into your neck, marking you as his and sending you over the edges, the orgasm making your bidy shake.

Fucking his cum into you, Seokjin licked the mark he left on your neck, smiling and admiring it.

"Now you're mine" he mumbled, pulling his cock out, watching the cum leaking out of your hole, to privide his words.

Author's note: Blessed be every anon who sends me a Seokjin request!👏🏾👏👏🏻

Heyooo, Seokjin, soft dom, also very fluffy? I got a picture in my head that it's morning, cuddly, but ends up with some fluffy smut? 고마워~

Roses and musk. You could feel their scent everywhere. You lifted up your face from your boyfriend's chest, groaning feeling the bright light coming from the window. His chest moved, shaking of laugh and giggles.

"Too early?" He asked, with a hoarse voice, a playful smile playing on his lips. You groaned, pushing your face back to his bare chest, hidding your face of the morning light. Mmm, musk. So this was from the musk scent was coming from. Stroking your nose on his chest, you mumbled:

"You changed your perfume..." and took a huge sniff of it. Jin giggled, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one resting on your hip. You peeked at his beautiful face, still hidden at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling heavy of the good sleep he got last night, his hair messy. Your gaze trailed to his red lips. Getting on top of him, you capturated his bottom lip between yours, gently tugging and sucking on it, making him whimper,not expecting it.

His lips were so full this morning, tempting you to suck on them for hours. As if he read you mind, Seokjin cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing you closer of his mouth, positionating you on top of him, right on his morning wood. Your mouth collided, your lips and tongue danced in tandem, fighting for dominance, until he took control over you and your hips.

With one hand inn your hair, pulling you closer to his mouth, to kiss you breathless, Seokjin guided the movements of your hips, causing your folds to stroke up and down his shaft. You let out a breathless moan, holding on his shoulders, when, with a slow move, he pushed his cock inside, down to base.

"D-Damn, how are you so wet already..." he groaned, his breath hitting your lips, a snap of his hips making you moan out loud. You tried on moving your hips, to get up and sit on his cock, but he pulled you back to him, pulling your hair softly, making you close your eyes and moan. His other hand spanked you ass cheek, grabing the soft flesh into his large hand.

"Let your daddy take care of you, my little Y/N." He whispered, before starting to roll his hips into you, trying to find your spot. While your moans were filling the room, your walls clenched around him, provoking him to push deeper into you.

"O-oh!" You exhaled, eyes wide open. Seokjin smirked. "Did I hit it?" He teased, throwing your head back to attach his soft lips to your skin. He didn even wait for an answer, holding into you more, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses and hot breaths on your skin, Seokjin fastened his peace, pushing his hips against yours, using deep moves and rolls of his hips to drive you crazy and over the edge, sending you into an orgasm, your walls spasming fastly around his length. His cum filled you up.

Breathing hard, you tried to calm down, hiding your face to his neck. Musk again. But where was the roses scent coming from? Rising your head up, you were pleased to see a beautiful orange rose, right under your nose.

"Good morning, my princess." He said, placing a delicate kiss on your forhead.

Can I ask for jinnie our one and only moon jinnie for smth fluffy based on his look in this dynamite era? Thank you so much you're so lovely 🥺

You were feeling so awful. So awful and disappointed in yourself. You couldn't think of anything else but how Seokjin's face probably looked like when he realised you are not coming for his Dynamite photoshoot. You felt so bad, hoping you didn't cause him to mess up the photoshoot, because you called him exactly ten minutes before it started, announcing him how you were not sure if you can make it to his photoshoot.

You were so mad on yourself. Seokjin was always there for you, no matter what the difficulty of the problem was, he was there to sustain you, to hug you, to kiss and calm you down, every time you needed him. Now, you couldn't think of anything else, except such a bad girlfriend you were.

Opening the door to your shared apartment, you let your bag slide from your shoulder, on the floor, taking your shoes off. You lighted up the lights of your apartment and the sight left you breathless.

"Surprise!!!" Seokjin smiled at you. He was dressed up in light blue straight jeans, a wonderful and so expensive colourful shirt was embracing his strong shoulders and torso, giving him a whole disco vibe. Though his colourful and interesting shirt was supposed to capture all of the attention, the highlight of his pretty outfit was his shimmering belt, a brand one, as well as him.

"Come here, babygirl!" He said opening his arms for you to run into them, burrying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing his calming scent, making him smile and caress your hair and spine gently.

"I-I am so damn sorry, Jinnie, so sorry, you know how my boss always keeps me after hours, because she always finds something to scold me about- "

You were cut of by two soft lips pressed against yours. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his plump lips on your own ones, enjoying the well known sensation. You whimpered softly when he nibbled at the soft flesh, pulling it with his teeth, gently.

"Shut up, Y/N..." he muttered, holding you closer and kissing you with so much love and passion. You were practically melting if it wasn't for his strong hold around your waist. His lips and tongue were driving you crazy to the point you forgot what happened that day, you forgot even your own name. All you knew was Seokjin.

When he pulled away, you looked around the room and gasped. Your living room was decorated with sparkly, crazy colours, an old telephone was resting on the table, old games the teenager used to play in the period of 80's, the ones you only saw in the old movies and, oh God, a jukebox.

You let out an excited sound who ended up being more like a high pitched scream. "I can't belive it!!!" You said, spinning around the beautiful aranged room. Seokjin was staring at you, a beautiful and wide smile spreading on his handsome face. "Do you like it?" He asked. Nodding your head, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his thick neck. "Thank you! Thank you so much!!! But why did you do it??" You were curious.

"Because I knew how much you loved our new thematic. So if you can't bring the Prom Queen to her King, move the party in your apartment." He joked, making you pull his hair slightly, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"Now, let me show you some 80's moves."

Author's note: for my lovely Seokjinnie stan, who's also disappointed he didn't have enough lines in the new MV!😭🤧 I am sorry you waited this much, my day was pretty rough, BUT , I hope you enjoyed it!!! ILY♡ @itscalledgayhoney

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.’

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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.

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

Dance Practice

When comeback is right around the corner, and Jin needs to practice.

Word Count: 637

Jin x reader (f)

This was becoming a normal date night for the two of us. Me sitting on the floor while watching Jin practice dance moves over and over. With their comeback quickly approaching, he’s making sure that every move is perfect. At times I sit on my phone, scrolling through the void of social media platforms, but I typically try to be as helpful to him as I can. I might be in charge of the music, stand in place of another member, or get Jin water. Tonight, was no different. 

“Ya. I can’t seem to get this move down.” Jin pushed his wet hair back, exposing his forehead. “My old body just can’t do what it did back when I was 20.” He started to walk over to a chair, dragging his feet. I couldn’t help but give me a sad smile. It’s hard to see him struggle like this when I know he’s working so hard. He plops down and puts his elbows on his knees. “I’m going to take a break,” and he lets out a heavy sigh.

“Is it okay if I just keep playing the music? It's just so quiet.” Jin shook his head, and I hit play. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized it would be fun to try the moves that go with the music, so I quietly start dancing. I had watched the boys and Jin do the choreography hundreds of times, which filled me with confidence. I became so engrossed in the moves that I didn’t realize Jin had walked up next to me. Next thing I knew was I had bumped into an immovable object. 

“Hi there.” Jin looked down at me, smiling. “Are you having fun?”

The look in his eyes and his smile caused a blush to creep up from my neck. “Ah, yeah. I just figured I’d give it a try.” I looked down at the ground. I was a little embarrassed honestly.

He grabs my chin and lightly pushes my face up for our eyes to meet. “You were doing really well sweetheart. I enjoyed watching you. Would you want me to teach you more choreography?” I shook my head and started to grin. Excitement started to bubble up in my chest. “Then let’s get started.”

Jin and I practiced through a couple songs. One of the songs I wanted to learn the most was Boy With Luv. After about an hour, we were both pretty tired, laying on the cold, wooden floor.

“Well princess, ready to go home?” He sat up and looked over to my lifeless body.

“Yeah. I’m glad I’m not an idol, my body couldn’t handle it.” I sat up feeling my body ache in places I never knew before. I heard a chuckle escape Jin’s mouth. “Kim Seokjin, you better not be laughing at me.” I whipped my head toward him and gave my best pout. It didn’t take long for this stare down to cause both of us to start laughing.

“Let’s get you home and into a bath. Your poor muscles will thank you.” Jin got up and walked over to help me up. “Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you,” he asked with a wink.

“I can walk just fine,” I said with an attitude. Before I could take a step, Jin had me picked up like a bride. “Jin put me down, this is ridiculous.”

“No. I’m gonna carry you to the car, into the building, and then all the way up to the apartment. This is my thanks to you for always being my cheerleader.” Before I could protest, Jin placed a kiss on my lips, signaling for me not to argue.

“Alright, fine. You win.” With that, I snuggled into his broad shoulders and enjoyed the moment.

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.