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spoiled (스포일드) — kim seokjin (김석진)

part two can be found here

✧.* 18+

money was the silent orchestrator of the world, an unseen force that dictated the rhythm of life, the rise and fall of empires, the ebb and flow of fortunes. it was a creator and a destroyer, a source of power and a symbol of ambition. the inheritance of wealth could mold a person in myriad ways, breeding either foolish heirs who squandered their legacy or brilliant minds who elevated it. you were among the fortunate ones, born into affluence, but you were no fool.

your mother, a luminary in the fashion industry, had built an empire with her own hands. her name was synonymous with elegance and innovation, and her company was a testament to her relentless drive. you inherited not only her stunning beauty but also her formidable intellect. gorgeous, stunning—you were the epitome of grace and allure, turning heads wherever you went. yet, beneath that captivating exterior lay a mind sharper than any blade. you were the top of your class, the one whose name was always at the pinnacle of academic achievements. fluent in four languages, you navigated conversations with a fluidity that left others in awe. a scholarship awaited you, a testament to your hard work and brilliance, promising a future as bright as your past.

but intelligence and beauty weren't your only traits. there was a darker side to you, a part that thrived on power and control. you were mean, perhaps even rotten to your core, wielding your sharp wit and cutting remarks with a precision that left others reeling. it wasn't enough to be the best; you had to ensure everyone knew it, had to see the fear and admiration in their eyes. you relished in the power, in the way others bowed to your will, and it fed a part of you that nothing else could satisfy.

the grand estate was bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, its light filtering through the crystal chandeliers and casting intricate patterns on the polished marble floors. the opulence of the room was undeniable, from the sumptuous velvet drapes framing the expansive windows to the luxurious silk cushions adorning the elegant settee. the air was suffused with the delicate scent of blooming orchids and the heady fragrance of high-end perfume.

you glided through the hallways with the poise of someone accustomed to navigating both luxury and expectation, your steps silent on the plush carpet. you approached your mother’s sitting room, a space as meticulously curated as her latest fashion line. there, amidst a clutter of fabric swatches and sketchbooks, sat your mother—an embodiment of grace and precision. she was engrossed in her work, her slender fingers expertly tracing designs on a sketchpad.

“mother, what do you mean you’re getting married?” your voice was a blend of disbelief and irritation, piercing through the serene atmosphere of the room. she looked up momentarily, her gaze cool and dismissive. “you’re the only person making a big deal out of this, (y/n). have some respect. focus on your own engagement instead of mine.”

the mention of your engagement to kim taehyung—a union orchestrated purely for the benefit of your families’ business interests—sent a wave of frustration through you. it was a marriage neither of you had desired, yet it loomed over both your lives like a specter. “you have no shame, do you?” you couldn’t help but ask, the words escaping through gritted teeth. her eyes, sharp and unfeeling, met yours with a chilling calm. “while you’re at it, find a dress to wear for tonight. you’ll finally meet your step-brother in person.”

the term “step-brother” felt like a sharp jab. kim seokjin—whom you had long despised—was a man as ruthless as you were, a counterpart in cruelty. his reputation for being merciless and calculating was matched only by your own, and the thought of him entering your already complicated life was a bitter pill to swallow. you stared at your mother, her attention already drifting back to her sketches, and felt a mix of rage and resignation. that was your life—an intricate tapestry of beauty, wealth, and intelligence, all entwined with the demands and manipulations of those who wielded power without a thought for your personal happiness.

in the opulent confines of your dressing room, you moved with practiced ease among the racks of high-end garments. the room was a haven of luxury, with walls lined in elegant silk and shelves overflowing with an array of couture dresses. you sifted through the exquisite fabrics, your fingers grazing the soft silk and intricate lace as you searched for something suitable.

your mother’s voice, though distant, was still audible, her sharp instructions hanging in the air like an unwelcome perfume. “and don’t forget to accessorize properly. it’s important that you look presentable.” you rolled your eyes, dismissing her instructions with a wave of your hand as if to shoo away an irritating fly. your gaze landed on a stunning, midnight blue dress—a floor-length creation of silk and satin that flowed like liquid night. it was the perfect blend of sophistication and understated elegance, its deep hue accentuating your striking features. you slipped it on, the fabric hugging your figure with a sensual grace.

just as you were adjusting the dress, the shrill ring of your phone pierced through the ambiance of the room. glancing at the screen, you saw taehyung’s photo staring back at you, his image frozen in a charming, if somewhat distant, smile. you answered with a scoff, the irritation in your voice palpable. “hello?”

his voice came through, cold and casual. “what are you doing?” you rolled your eyes again, your tone dripping with venom. “getting ready to meet my step-brother.” the words were laced with a disdainful emphasis, meant to irritate your mother, who was still buried in her work.

there was a pause on the other end, followed by taehyung’s cautious inquiry. “is it official, then? will kim seokjin really become your step-brother?” you snorted derisively. “don’t ever call him that again,” you snapped, unable to hide the venom in your voice. “he’s nothing more than a nuisance.” with that, you ended the call abruptly, the screen darkening as you tossed your phone aside. you returned to your reflection in the mirror, adjusting the neckline of your dress with a mixture of resignation and defiance. the evening ahead promised to be another stage in the endless drama of your life—a life where every interaction was tinged with power plays and unspoken rivalries.

you accompanied your mother through the opulent corridor leading to the restaurant linked to kim hyunsoo’s grand hotel, the weight of your irritation palpable with each step. the opulence of the hotel’s interior did little to soothe your mood. the lavish decor—gold leaf accents, polished marble floors, and crystal chandeliers—felt like an elaborate facade, masking the discomfort you felt.

“this is absolutely ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself, the words escaping through gritted teeth. “i can’t believe i have to endure another evening of this charade.” your mother, walking beside you with her usual air of practiced elegance, offered no comment. she was focused on her phone, perhaps finalizing details for the evening or merely avoiding the exchange of pleasantries.

as you reached the entrance to the restaurant, your eyes fell on kim hyunsoo standing at the threshold, his imposing figure framed by the grand entrance. his presence was magnetic, a blend of authority and charisma. the moment he saw your mother, his face broke into a warm smile. he stepped forward and greeted her with a tender kiss on the cheek, a display of affection that seemed almost theatrical.

you couldn't suppress the scoff that escaped your lips. the gesture seemed to be as much a performance as it was genuine affection, a mere piece of the elaborate play that was your life. hyunsoo turned to you, his smile unwavering. “ah, (y/n),” he said warmly, his eyes surveying you with an appraising gaze. “you’ve certainly inherited your mother’s looks.”

the comment made you cringe inwardly, though you maintained a polite smile. “thank you,” you replied, forcing a touch of gratitude into your voice. your gaze shifted to the table where kim seokjin sat, his presence commanding attention even from a distance. he was seated with a relaxed posture, a faint smirk playing on his lips—a smirk you knew all too well. the dynamic between him and his father was palpable; hyunsoo’s authoritative demeanor was mirrored by the cold distance he maintained with his son.

“seokjin, please stand up, don't be rude” his father instructed, his voice tinged with an almost imperceptible note of command. seokjin rose with a practiced grace, his smirk never faltering. as he approached your mother, he greeted her with a display of chivalry, his smile polished and disarmingly charming. “good evening, ma'am. it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

he turned his attention to you, extending a hand with a smirk that seemed to say he knew all your secrets. “haven’t seen you in a while, sister.” you couldn’t help but scoff at the nickname, the term dripping with insincerity. “how’s my friend, the fiancé?” he asked, his voice laced with a teasing edge.

you rolled your eyes, though you tried to keep your tone even. “taehyung has been well, thank you for asking.”

your mother, sensing the undercurrent of tension, quickly intervened. “let’s not stand on ceremony. please, everyone, let’s sit down and enjoy our meal.” with that, the group moved to their seats, the evening set to unfold in the lavish surroundings of the restaurant. the table, elegantly set with fine china and crystal glasses, seemed to promise a night of carefully orchestrated politeness and hidden animosities. as you settled into your chair, you braced yourself for the intricate dance of social niceties and familial politics that lay ahead.

the dining room, bathed in the soft glow of hanging chandeliers, was a tableau of refined elegance. the table was adorned with pristine white linens, crystal glassware, and polished silver cutlery, each element meticulously arranged to complement the luxurious surroundings. as you and the others settled into your seats, the clinking of silverware and the murmur of polite conversation filled the space.

hyunsoo, with his air of effortless charm, took the lead in the conversation. “so, (y/n),” he began, addressing you with a casual interest, “how do you and my son know each other?” you placed your fork down, your gaze steady. “we attend the same high school,” you explained, your tone even. “he used to be friends with taehyung, my fiancé.”

hyunsoo turned his attention to his son, his eyes narrowing slightly as he posed a question. “seokjin, why did you two stop hanging out?” his son, sitting with an air of casual defiance, responded with a scoff.

“i’d rather not talk about it,” he said dismissively. he then directed his gaze back to you, his smirk reappearing with an almost predatory gleam. “do give him my best regards,” he said with an insincere sweetness that made your skin crawl.

the conversation was beginning to wear on your patience. the façade of civility, the undercurrents of tension—it was all too much. with a sigh, you decided it was best to excuse yourself. “i’ve lost my appetite,” you announced, standing up with a decisive motion. “i’ll be leaving now.” without waiting for a response, you made your way out of the restaurant, the cool evening air a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside. as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the allure of retail therapy beckoned. you needed to blow off steam and escape the artificial pleasantries of the evening.

just as you were contemplating how to leave without drawing unwanted attention, you heard the sound of footsteps echoing behind you. turning around, you saw seokjin approaching, his smirk as unwavering as ever. “planning to see lover boy?” he asked, his voice carrying a taunting edge. you arched an eyebrow, the irritation in your tone barely concealed. “i’m going shopping. i can’t stand this anymore.”

his expression shifted slightly, a smirk still playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. “i hate it as much as you do,” he admitted in a low voice. “but there’s nothing you can do about it. you’ll just have to make peace with being my sister.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his audacity. “and why should i take advice from you?”

he gestured toward a sleek motorcycle parked at the curb, its dark surface gleaming under the streetlights. “the mall’s too far away, princess,” he said with a casual shrug. “good luck walking there.” he turned and began to walk toward the motorcycle, his smirk growing wider.

you hesitated for a moment, the prospect of walking a long distance against the backdrop of your frustration compelling you to reconsider. with a resigned sigh, you caved and followed him. he glanced over his shoulder, a satisfied gleam in his eye as he handed you a helmet. “climb on,” he instructed. “and hold on tight.”

you mounted the motorcycle with a scoff, feeling his smirk radiate through the air. as he settled into place in front of you, the rumble of the engine beneath you provided a thrilling contrast to the evening’s earlier tension. you gripped the edges of his jacket, readying yourself for the ride. his presence, though infuriating, was about to take you away from the constraints of the evening’s charade and into the night’s liberating possibilities.

the rumble of the motorcycle beneath you was a steady, rhythmic pulse as seokjin maneuvered through the city streets, heading towards the mall. the cool night air whipped past you, mingling with the hum of the engine and the occasional flash of neon lights from the passing storefronts. the journey was a blend of discomfort and unexpected exhilaration, with his occasional glances over his shoulder adding a touch of irritation to the otherwise liberating ride.

when the motorcycle finally came to a stop in front of the gleaming mall entrance, you dismounted, the solid ground beneath your feet a welcome change from the bike’s vibrations. you turned to him, eyebrow raised in surprise. “where do you think you’re going?” you asked, catching sight of him sliding off the motorcycle with a casual grace. his smirk was as unwavering as ever. “accompanying you,” he replied, arching an eyebrow with a nonchalant air. “it’s the brotherly thing to do, after all.”

you rolled your eyes but chose not to argue. with a huff, you headed towards the entrance of the mall, the anticipation of shopping lifting your spirits slightly. the vast interior of the mall was a labyrinth of luxury boutiques, department stores, and specialty shops, all bathed in the soft, ambient glow of recessed lighting.

you wandered through a myriad of stores, each one a treasure trove of fashion and accessories. from high-end clothing to chic accessories and luxurious makeup, you filled multiple shopping bags to the brim. each time your arms began to tire, you’d hand the bags over to seokjin, who wore an expression of resigned defeat.

his initial smirk had faded into a look of palpable exhaustion as he struggled to juggle the growing collection of shopping bags. “is this really necessary?” he muttered, his voice tinged with irritation. you smirked at him, reveling in his discomfort. “it’s the brotherly thing to do,” you replied with a teasing inflection, mimicking his earlier words. he merely scoffed, but he complied, following you through store after store. the evening wore on, the mall’s atmosphere a dizzying blur of bright lights and vibrant displays.

as you perused a selection of skirts, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. you turned, surprised to see taehyung striding towards you with an expression of concern. seokjin’s scoff was barely audible beside you. “you’ve gotta be joking,” he muttered under his breath.

taehyung approached, his gaze shifting between you and seokjin with evident disapproval. “what are you doing with him?” he asked, his tone edged with tension. before you could respond, seokjin wrapped an arm around you, his smirk a mocking contrast to taehyung’s serious demeanor. “shopping with her brother,” he said smoothly. “we’re just bonding. why the long face?”

taehyung’s eyes narrowed in response. “call me when you get the chance,” he said, his voice softening as he turned to you. he leaned in and planted a brief, affectionate kiss on your cheek before stepping back. seokjin scoffed, the sound dripping with disdain. “how touching,” he remarked sarcastically.

the display of affection felt hollow, a forced gesture that did little to alleviate the artificiality of the evening. you turned to seokjin with a glare, unable to contain your frustration any longer. “you haven’t told him, have you?”

he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “what? that you slept with me?” he asked, his tone nonchalant. “can’t say that I have.”

the memory of that night—the one you had hoped to keep buried—flashed through your mind, bringing a wave of discomfort. you grimaced, your voice sharp with a sudden edge. “keep it that way,” you snapped. “for both our sakes.” his eyes narrowed slightly, though his smirk remained. “consider it done,” he said with a shrug. “but don’t expect me to be quiet forever.” as he turned to follow you once more, the tension between you felt almost palpable, the facade of familial civility wearing thin. the revelation, unexpected and intense, hung in the air like a dark cloud over the evening's strained politeness, promising that the complex web of relationships and hidden truths was far from over.

the ride back to your place was a strained silence punctuated only by the low rumble of the engine and the occasional rush of wind. seokjin’s grip on the handlebars was steady, but the tension between you was almost tangible. the city lights flickered by in a blur, the streets now quiet and calm after the evening's earlier hustle. as he maneuvered the bike into the parking lot of your residential complex, you could see the familiar outline of your building emerging from the shadows. the cool night air greeted you as you dismounted, the weight of the evening's events heavy on your shoulders.

your mother was waiting outside, a cigarette dangling from her fingertips, the smoke curling lazily into the night. her face lit up with a practiced smile when she spotted the two of you. “oh, what a lovely surprise,” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with insincerity. “i’m so happy to see you both bonding.” seokjin gave a polite nod, his expression a mask of courteousness. “good night, ma'am” he said, preparing to leave.

but before he could pull away, your mother called out, her tone shifting from casual to inviting. “oh, seokjin, why don’t you stay the night? you might as well make yourself comfortable, since you and your father will be moving in soon anyway.” you let out an audible scoff, your annoyance clear. “mother, that—”

his initial inclination to decline was evident, but when he caught sight of your reaction, a calculating smirk slowly crept onto his face. “i’d be honoured,” he said smoothly, addressing your mother. the shift in his demeanor was immediate, and you felt your face fall in horror. the realization of what this meant settled over you like a cold, heavy blanket. your mother, oblivious to your distress, beamed with delight. “wonderful!” she exclaimed. “come inside, both of you.”

you turned to him with a glare, your frustration palpable. “what do you think you’re doing?” you demanded. his smirk widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “just keeping my sister company,” he replied, his voice dripping with insincerity.

with a resigned sigh, you turned on your heel and headed towards the entrance of the building. “fine,” you said curtly. “you can start by carrying the bags in.” the satisfaction of seeing his grimace as he picked up the bags was a small consolation as you walked inside, the weight of the evening’s revelations settling heavily over you. the prospect of having seokjin as a constant presence in your life, particularly as your step-brother, was an unsettling twist that promised to complicate things further.

as you prepared for bed, the hum of conversation from the living room seeped into your room. the voices of your mother and seokjin intertwined in a nauseating symphony of pleasantries and false intimacy. the sound of his laughter, insincere and mocking, only served to heighten your irritation. you could imagine the sickeningly sweet exchange taking place just beyond the door: your mother’s fluttering giggles and his carefully measured compliments.

you stood in front of your mirror, the soft, silken strands of your hair cascading over your shoulders as you brushed them out. each stroke was a deliberate motion, a small attempt to maintain a semblance of control amid the chaos that had abruptly entered your life. the pale light of the bedside lamp illuminated your reflection, casting delicate shadows on your features.

suddenly, your mother’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “(y/n), come to the living room for a moment.”

your heart sank as you walked down the hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. the living room’s soft, warm light contrasted starkly with the cool, calculating presence of seokjin, who was lounging comfortably on the sofa. his eyes met yours with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

“oh, there you are,” your mother said with a bright, if forced, cheerfulness. “seokjin proposed such a wonderful idea. we should invite taehyung for breakfast with the whole family tomorrow.” the words felt like a punch to the gut. your stomach churned, and you felt your face pale as you glared at him. the smirk on his face was almost predatory, a silent taunt that he knew exactly what he was doing. “it’s been a while since i've seen him,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, feigning nostalgia.

your mouth went dry, and you struggled to maintain your composure. “taehyung’s been busy with the company,” you said, forcing a casual tone into your voice. your mother’s eyes narrowed with impatience. “nonsense,” she said dismissively. “he always makes time for his fiancée. don’t be ridiculous, (y/n).”

seokjin chimed in, his voice laced with an undercurrent of venom. “i’d think so too. it would be nice to catch up.” biting back the retort on the tip of your tongue, you managed to force a strained smile. “i’ll give him a call and see if he can make it.”

your mother’s face lit up with unrestrained delight. “perfect! we’ll all have a lovely time.”

with a final nod, your mother headed towards her bedroom, leaving you and seokjin alone. you retreated to your room, your mind a tumult of frustration and unease. as you resumed brushing your hair, you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. he was standing just outside your door, watching you with an unsettling, predatory gaze.

“are you out of your mind?” you snapped, not turning around. his smirk widened as he stepped into the room, his presence exuding a palpable tension. he moved with deliberate slowness, his footsteps almost silent against the polished floor. as he approached, your breath quickened, the space between you narrowing until his breath was warm against the back of your neck. he gently pushed your hair aside, his touch lingering just a little too long.

“what’s the issue?” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. “are you so afraid of your fiancé finding out about our little rendezvous? or perhaps you’re concerned your mother might discover that her perfect daughter has a rather troubling fondness for her new stepbrother?”

you stiffened in front of the mirror, your heart racing. desperately trying to maintain a facade of calm, you replied, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he chuckled softly, the sound resonating with dark amusement. “oh, i’m sure you don’t,” he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “well, good night then. i look forward to seeing my brother-in-law tomorrow.”

as he walked away, the soft click of the door closing behind him left you in a charged silence. the intensity of the moment lingered, leaving you with a tangled mix of dread and apprehension. as you stared at your reflection, the night’s revelations swirled around you, setting the stage for the complex and treacherous path that lay ahead.

as the clock ticked away into the early hours of the morning, you found yourself hunched over your phone, fingers trembling slightly as you typed out a message to taehyung. the screen’s dim glow illuminated your face, casting shadows that only seemed to deepen the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“hey, taehyung. i’ve arranged for breakfast with my family tomorrow. it would mean a lot if you could join us. i hope you’re free.” you stared at the message for a moment, the words feeling like a leaden weight. the last thing you wanted was for him to be in the same room as seokjin, but you couldn’t think of a plausible excuse to cancel the invitation. with a resigned sigh, you hit send, hoping for an excuse to emerge from somewhere, anywhere. throwing your phone onto the bedside table, you buried your face in the cool sheets and forced yourself to sleep, even as the anxiety kept your mind racing.

when morning light filtered through the curtains, you reluctantly dragged yourself from the bed. the day stretched before you, fraught with the tension of what awaited. you moved through your morning routine with mechanical precision, each movement a choreographed dance of necessity rather than joy. dressed in a sleek, sophisticated outfit—elegant yet understated—you made your way to the dining hall. the murmur of conversation and the clink of cutlery reached your ears before you even stepped inside. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the encounter, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

the scene that greeted you was like a punch to the gut. the dining table was a tableau of familial warmth and cheer, a stark contrast to the tumult brewing within you. your mother sat at the head of the table, a vision of radiant composure, while seokjin and his father occupied the seats on either side. the sight that nearly made your heart stop was taehyung, seated directly beside seokjin, his expression a mix of discomfort and forced politeness.

the moment you entered, seokjin’s eyes lit up with a devious glint. his smirk widened as he called out in a tone laced with mock cheerfulness, “there’s my sister! finally decided to join us?” your stomach dropped as your mother’s face brightened. “oh, you’re just in time!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. “we’ve been waiting for you.”

seokjin’s father turned to you, his gaze appreciative as he remarked, “you look stunning this morning.” you offered a strained smile in return, your insides twisting with a mixture of frustration and dread. with deliberate steps, you crossed the room and took a seat directly across from seokjin. the breakfast spread was a feast of opulent proportions, but your appetite was long gone, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease.

turning to taehyung, you forced a pleasant smile. “good morning, taehyung.” his response was a carefully controlled, if equally false, smile. “good morning, sweetheart.”

the term of endearment seemed to have a magnetic effect on seokjin, who looked at taehyung with an expression that flickered between amusement and something darker—resentment, perhaps. the corners of his mouth twitched as if he were about to say something, but he restrained himself, the hint of a smirk still playing at his lips. your mother’s cooing only served to heighten the discomfort. “oh, you two make such a lovely couple. it’s wonderful to see you both getting along so well.”

seokjin’s eyes were a dark pool of satisfaction as he observed the interaction, clearly reveling in the discomfort he had orchestrated. the breakfast proceeded with strained conversation and polite laughter, each bite of food tasting like cardboard, each exchange of pleasantries feeling like a forced performance. the morning air was thick with the pretenses and tensions that lay just beneath the surface. each passing moment felt like a countdown to the inevitable fallout, and you could only hope that somehow, someway, this precarious balance would hold until you could escape the confines of the gilded cage.

the clinking of cutlery against fine china created a rhythmic backdrop to the strained conversation. your mother, ever the adept conversationalist, turned her attention to you and taehyung with a gleaming smile. “so,” she began, her tone warm and honeyed, “have you two given any more thought to the wedding plans? i’m sure there’s so much to organize, but it’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?”

taehyung, his expression a mask of polite detachment, nodded. “yes, we’ve been working through the details. there’s a lot to consider, but we’re managing.” you offered a non-committal shrug. “it’s just a formality, really. the details don’t matter much to me.”

your mother’s smile faltered slightly but she pressed on. “oh, but it’s such an important day. you’ll want everything to be perfect.” seokjin, who had been watching with a calculating gaze, leaned in with a fabricated sincerity. “you two are such a precious couple. it’s heartwarming to see you both so committed.”

you shot him a glare, your eyes narrowing in warning, but the intensity of his smirk only grew. unbeknownst to the others at the table, his hand began a slow, deliberate journey up your hamstring, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of your ankle before tracing along your heel. a shiver ran up your spine, not from pleasure but from the shock of his audacity. his touch was both tender and invasive, a contradictory blend that left you feeling unnervingly exposed. his eyes flickered toward taehyung, who was deeply engaged in conversation with your mother, oblivious to the silent exchange happening under the table.

with a determined calmness, you shifted your foot, removing the heel from your shoe. you pressed your bare sole gently against his clothed crotch, the contact eliciting a subdued grunt from him. the sound was enough to draw the attention of everyone at the table.

your mother's head snapped toward him, a frown of concern etched on her face. “is everything alright?” seokjin cleared his throat, a mask of discomfort now in place. “just a bit of a cramp,” he said, his voice strained but controlled. “i’ll be fine.”

your mother’s eyes softened with concern. “do you need an ice pack, dear?” he shook his head, though his eyes remained locked with yours, a smirk barely contained. “no, thank you. i’ll manage.”

as you slipped your foot back into your heel, the smug satisfaction on your face was palpable. the brief encounter had been a dangerous game, but you had managed to assert some measure of control. the exchange was subtle, yet charged with an intensity that left your pulse racing. taehyung, still watching seokjin with a mixture of worry and suspicion, glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. he seemed to sense that something had occurred, but the details eluded him. you met his gaze with an innocent, if somewhat strained, smile.

seokjin’s gaze lingered on you, his smirk now a twisted symbol of triumph. the underlying tension was almost tangible, a dark thread weaving through the seemingly mundane breakfast conversation. despite the outward civility, the air crackled with an unspoken challenge, a game of dominance played out in the guise of a simple family meal.

as taehyung prepared to leave, you approached him with a practiced grace, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. the gesture, though routine, was met with enthusiastic coos from your mother and her new husband, their faces lighting up with approval. seokjin, however, observed with a dark intensity, his gaze locked with taehyung’s in a silent, menacing exchange. the atmosphere crackled with unspoken hostility as he departed, leaving you standing at the threshold of your room.

once alone, you retreated to your room, eager to change out of your breakfast attire. your wardrobe offered a range of options, but you were immediately drawn to a sleek, pink dress. as you pulled it from the hanger, a voice, cold and commanding, cut through the quiet. “don’t wear that one. too short.”

startled, you turned to see seokjin standing in the doorway, his smirk taunting. you rolled your eyes and tossed the dress aside with a dismissive flick of your wrist. “it’s none of your concern.” his amusement only grew. he sauntered closer, the confidence in his step both unsettling and provocative. his next question was blunt, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. “have you and taehyung fucked yet?”

you recoiled, a flush rising to your cheeks as you scoffed at his vulgarity. “you’re disgusting,” you decided to do what you did best—you lied. “but if you must know, yes, we have.”

his smirk never wavered as he drew near, his breath warm against your ear. “oh, really? was he good?” your heart raced, but you forced yourself to respond with practiced nonchalance. “the best i’ve ever had.”

before you could register the full impact of your lie, his hands were on your hips, his touch sending an involuntary shiver through you. his fingers grazed the fabric of your dress, moving with deliberate slowness. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck, igniting a frisson of unwanted pleasure. the sensation was overwhelming as his finger slipped beneath the hem of your dress, brushing your clit through your underwear. a sharp yelp escaped your lips, and you instinctively grabbed onto his arm, your grip tight as if to anchor yourself in the face of his audacity.

“stop,” you whispered urgently, your voice trembling. “anyone could come in.”

seokjin’s eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction as he withdrew his touch, his fingers lingering in the air for a moment. he turned toward the door, but not before performing a slow, deliberate motion that made your stomach churn. he brought his finger to his mouth, licking it clean with a sensuous, unhurried stroke. “just wanted a taste,” he said softly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “breakfast wasn’t enough.”

with that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him. you stood frozen, your mind racing as you processed the invasion of privacy and the degradation you had just endured. the room felt oppressively quiet, the tension of the encounter leaving an acrid taste in the air. you hurried to your mirror, your reflection revealing a flush of lust and humiliation. your hands trembled as you grasped the discarded dress, the weight of his touch lingering in your senses. desperately, you tried to compose yourself, to regain some semblance of control as you prepared to face the rest of the day.

the day had dawned with a biting chill, but you were too preoccupied with the turmoil from the night before to pay it any heed. as you slipped into your uniform, the short, beige skirt clung uncomfortably to your hips. you meticulously dusted off the fabric, smoothing out the wrinkles as best as you could. the skirt, although practical, felt like an unwelcome reminder of the escalating tension between you and seokjin.

stepping out of your room, you were met with your mother’s beaming smile. she was already preparing to offer you a ride, her cheerfulness a stark contrast to your inner turmoil. but before she could extend the offer, seokjin appeared beside her, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of approval and something darker.

“i’ll take her,” he announced smoothly, his voice carrying a confident, almost commanding tone. your mother’s face lit up with delight. “oh, that’s a wonderful idea, jin! i’m sure you two will have a pleasant drive.”

you tried to voice your protest, but the words seemed to die on your lips as you followed him to the entrance. as you walked, you felt his hand graze your thigh—a touch both intimate and unnervingly casual. a shiver ran up your spine as he let out a soft tsk, his gaze sliding down to your skirt. “this skirt's much too short,” he commented with a feigned air of disapproval. you fought the urge to flinch at his touch, though it left a disconcerting sensation in your stomach. rolling your eyes, you replied, “it’s not short enough.”

his sharp look silenced you instantly, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that made you want to shrink away. without a word, he reached into the compartment of his motorcycle and pulled out a helmet. the sleek, black visor seemed to glint with a dangerous promise. he handed it to you with a barely perceptible smirk. “here,” he said, “you’ll need this.”

you took the helmet with a resigned sigh, slipping it over your head. as you adjusted it, seokjin mounted his motorcycle with practiced ease. he gestured for you to climb on behind him. with a deep breath, you wrapped your arms around his waist, the feel of his body against yours both unsettling and strangely thrilling. his touch was almost absent as he guided the motorcycle out of the driveway, his movements smooth and fluid. the engine roared to life beneath you, and you felt the vibration travel up through the seat, connecting you in a way that was both intimate and intrusive. as the bike picked up speed, the wind whipped around you, a harsh reminder of the precarious balance between control and chaos in your relationship with him.

the motorcycle finally rolled to a stop outside the grand gates of your school, a prestigious, modern private institution that towered above you with its gleaming glass façade and intricate architectural details. the building seemed to pulse with a life of its own, reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display of light. you dismounted quickly, feeling seokjin’s presence just behind you as you surveyed the sea of students who turned their heads to watch.

with a practiced air of indifference, you strode towards the entrance, the clack of your heels against the pavement sharp and commanding. seokjin matched your pace, his stride relaxed yet unmistakably assured. his presence only amplified the scrutiny from your peers, their eyes flitting between you and him as they whispered amongst themselves.

the hallways of the school were just as opulent as the exterior, decorated with sleek marble floors and walls adorned with modern art. you approached your locker with the familiar weight of the day’s burden pressing on your shoulders. as you spun the combination, the soft murmur of voices from two girls near the lockers caught your attention. “did you see that?” one whispered, her tone tinged with awe and curiosity. “she’s with kim seokjin.”

“yeah,” the other replied, “i heard he’s going to be her stepbrother. and what about taehyung? is he still her fiancé?” you froze momentarily, your mind racing. you snapped your head in their direction, the edge of your gaze sharp enough to cut through the uncertainty that hung in the air. the girls fell silent, their eyes widening as they avoided your stare.

“speak up,” you demanded, your voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “i can’t hear you properly.” the two girls exchanged terrified glances before they hastily gathered their things and hurried away, their retreating footsteps echoing down the corridor. you slammed your locker shut with a decisive bang, the sound reverberating through the hallway. the echo of their whispers was replaced by the gentle, almost mocking chuckle of seokjin beside you.

“you know,” he said with a smirk, his voice low and teasing, “you might want to consider being a bit nicer. you’d have less to deal with if you did.”

you shot him a look that could have frozen fire, your expression a mix of annoyance and disdain. “dealing with you is a death sentence itself,” you retorted sharply. his amusement only grew as he followed you down the hallway, his laughter a low, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate in time with your quickening pace. the halls were filled with a soft hum of activity as students bustled about, their chatter and laughter creating a backdrop to your tense exchange.

the bell chimed with its usual, resonant clang, signaling the beginning of your literature class. the room, with its rows of wooden desks and high-backed chairs, settled into a hush as students rustled through their notebooks and textbooks. the light from the large windows spilled across the floor in golden patches, warming the space and casting a serene glow over the scene.

the professor, a middle-aged woman with a penchant for dramatic flair, stepped to the front of the class. she adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, her eyes twinkling with the promise of intellectual challenge.

“today,” she began, “we will be delving into the complexities of shakespeare’s works. i want to start by discussing hamlet. can anyone tell me about the significance of the ghost in the play?” the room was filled with a heavy silence as students exchanged glances, their faces betraying a mix of uncertainty and reluctance. you could almost feel the collective hesitation hanging in the air. with a soft, derisive scoff, you raised your hand.

“yes, (y/n)?” the professor prompted. “the ghost of king hamlet represents the unresolved issues and the sins of the past,” you began smoothly, your tone both confident and nonchalant. “he acts as a catalyst for hamlet’s quest for revenge and moral reflection, underscoring the play’s themes of corruption and madness.”

the professor nodded appreciatively, and you continued to field the subsequent questions with equal ease. your responses flowed effortlessly, the knowledge gained from countless hours of studying shakespeare’s intricacies and nuances evident in your answers. each question seemed to melt away beneath your adept grasp of the material, leaving the professor and the class in a state of quiet admiration—or, perhaps, envy.

throughout your impromptu display of literary prowess, seokjin sat at the back of the room, his gaze locked on you with an expression of bemused amusement. his smirk widened with each correct answer, his eyes sparkling with an inscrutable mixture of pride and mischief. the way he watched you, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual elegance, made it clear that he enjoyed every moment of your intellectual dominance.

then, breaking the relative silence of the lecture, his voice cut through the air with a deliberate casualness. “professor,” he began, his tone smooth and deliberately casual, “will the class be covering cymbeline at any point?” your heart skipped a beat at the mention of the play. you froze, your fingers gripping the edge of your desk as your eyes shot towards him. his gaze met yours, and the smirk on his lips was infuriatingly smug.

the professor, momentarily taken aback, adjusted her glasses and thought for a moment. “ah, cymbeline,” she mused. “it is indeed a romance about the struggles and complexities of unrequited love between the characters of cloten and imogen, who, as it turns out, are stepsiblings. we will be covering this play in our syllabus, and you’ll have the opportunity to discuss its themes and characters in the near future.”

as she spoke, you felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. the connection he had made—whether intentional or not—was impossible to ignore. the irony of discussing a romance between stepsiblings while seated next to him, the future stepbrother in your life, was nearly unbearable. you buried your face in your hands, the heat of mortification blending with frustration. seokjin’s amusement was palpable. he leaned back, his smirk widening as he relished in the discomfort he had stirred. his eyes glinted with satisfaction as he observed your reaction, finding some twisted pleasure in the way you squirmed beneath his gaze.

the bell rang, its sharp peal reverberating through the hallways of the private school. students began to shuffle out of the classroom, their voices mingling into a hum of chatter as they made their way to their next destination. you, with a determined stride, pushed through the crowd, eager to escape the claustrophobic confines of the literature class.

just as you were about to leave the classroom, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“impressive as always, sister” seokjin said with a mocking inflection in his tone. “your knowledge of literature, your prowess in speaking four languages, and let’s not forget your mathematical skills. quite the renaissance woman.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and quickening your pace. “not now, seokjin,” you muttered, focusing on the path ahead.

with his characteristic blend of confidence and insolence, he wasn’t easily deterred. he kept pace beside you, his footsteps echoing your own. “oh, but wait,” he continued, a sly smile curling his lips, “such brilliance, and yet—”

he paused dramatically, letting his words hang in the air. you shot him a wary glance, your irritation mounting. “and yet?” you prompted, trying to keep your voice steady. “so smart,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “until she’s on her knees for her stepbrother.”

you froze mid-step, the echo of his words reverberating in your mind. the hallway seemed to close in around you, the chatter of students fading into a distant murmur. you whirled around to face him, your eyes blazing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “keep it down, asshole” you hissed, glancing around to ensure no one else could hear. “anyone could hear you.”

his smirk widened, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. without warning, he reached out and grasped your wrist, pulling you back towards him. you stumbled slightly, your back pressing against his chest as he held you close.

“don’t you want to have lunch with your stepbrother?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. the proximity made your pulse quicken, a mixture of fear and frustration bubbling beneath the surface. you shivered, both from his touch and the implications of his words. “let go, asshole,” you said, struggling to free yourself from his grip. “this isn’t funny.”

he didn’t release you, though. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “come on,” he said, his tone softening just enough to sound almost genuine. “you can’t avoid me forever.” reluctantly, you sighed and resigned yourself to the situation. “fine,” you muttered, “let’s go.”

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he finally released you, though he maintained a close proximity as you both made your way to the cafeteria. the hallway was bustling with students, their faces a blur of excitement and chatter. he walked beside you, his presence a constant reminder of the tension between you. as you entered the cafeteria, the noise level surged. The scent of various foods—freshly baked bread, savory meats, and sweet desserts—filled the air. the large room was filled with long tables, some already occupied by groups of students engaged in animated conversations. you and seokjin made your way to an empty table in the corner, away from the more crowded areas.

he pulled out a chair for you with an exaggerated flourish, his smirk never fading. “after you, dear step-sister,” he said, his voice dripping with mock politeness.

you sat down, your eyes narrowing at him as you took in the way he effortlessly commanded the space around him. his presence was both intimidating and infuriating. as you began to look over the food options, trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered on you, you could feel the weight of his words and actions pressing down on you. “why are you doing this?” you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached for a plate. his eyes sparkled with mischief. “doing what?” he asked innocently, though the gleam in his eye betrayed his true intentions.

“playing games,” you clarified, your frustration palpable. “why make things so difficult?” he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. “it’s not about making things difficult,” he said casually. “it’s about making things interesting. besides, it’s not every day i get to spend time with my step-sister.”

as you both waited for your food, the cafeteria buzzed with the chatter of other students, the atmosphere filled with a vibrant energy that contrasted sharply with the tension between you and him. the clash of his casual demeanor against your stiff, frustrated silence created a palpable tension in the air, one that neither of you seemed willing to break.

as he leaned back in his chair, his casual demeanor never faltering, you turned to him with an edge of exasperation in your voice. “seokjin,” you began, your tone sharp, “stop calling me your step-sister. it’s not funny.” his smirk widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “oh, but it is funny,” he said, a mischievous tone threading through his words. “besides, it’s the truth, isn’t it?”

before you could retort, the cafeteria doors swung open with a familiar creak. taehyung walked in, his expression taut with displeasure. his eyes locked onto yours and then to seokjin. he approached the table, his gaze stern. “what’s going on here?” he asked, his voice low and controlled but clearly irritated.

seokjin, seemingly unfazed, looked up at him with a smirk. “isn’t it obvious?” he replied with a nonchalant shrug. “i’m simply enjoying lunch with my sister.” you shot him a withering glare, feeling the flush of humiliation creeping up your neck. taehyung’s patience seemed to wear thin as he turned to you.

“get up,” he said firmly, extending his hand. you stared at him in astonishment. “what? why?”

“just get up,” he repeated, his tone brooking no argument. reluctantly, you stood, but before you could move, seokjin’s hand shot out, gripping your arm with surprising force. “sit back down,” he commanded, his voice icy.

taehyung’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “if you don’t let her go,” he said through gritted teeth, “i’ll knock your ass out clean.”

seokjin’s smirk remained, his eyes twinkling with dark amusement. “please,” he said, gesturing towards the other students who had begun to watch the scene unfold. “let’s not make a scene.”

mortification washed over you as the stares of the students pierced through you like daggers. “cut it out, both of you,” you said, your voice rising in desperation. “this is ridiculous.”

taehyung’s frustration was palpable as he reached for your wrist, pulling gently. “let’s go,” he said firmly. but just as he began to lead you away, seokjin yanked you back by your other arm, his grip unyielding. the two men locked eyes, the tension between them nearly tangible.

taehyung’s jaw clenched. “watch what you’re doing,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. seokjin’s smirk only deepened. “oh, i’m just having a little fun,” he said, his tone taunting. “if you think you can do something about it, feel free to try.”

before taehyung could make a move, you interjected, your voice trembling but resolute. “seokjin,” you said firmly, “i’ll be right back.” his eyes flashed with reluctant understanding, though his smirk remained. he released his grip on your arm but maintained a watchful gaze as you began to follow taehyung. as you moved away, the atmosphere crackled with an unspoken challenge between the two of them. you glanced back once, catching seokjin’s smirk as he watched you go. taehyung, leading you away, was clearly trying to keep his anger in check, his grip on your wrist tight but not painful.

he led you outside the front doors of the school, the crisp afternoon air hitting you with a sharpness that matched the tension between you. he didn’t release his grip on your wrist until you were standing under the shadow of a large oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. “what’s your problem?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice steady despite the surge of anger and hurt. “why are you being such an asshole? neither of us wanted this engagement, so why does it matter what i do?”

his glare was as cold as steel. “it matters because my reputation is on the line,” he snapped, his voice edged with frustration. “i didn’t agree to this engagement, but i have to uphold a certain image. seeing you so close to seokjin makes me look weak and unreliable. that’s something i can’t afford.”

the hurt in your chest felt like a physical blow, but you held your tongue as he continued. “i don’t care what you do behind closed doors,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “just keep it out of the public eye. my reputation is at stake, and i expect you to be more mindful of that when others are around.” his words cut deep, leaving you standing there, stunned and wounded. the weight of his disapproval pressed heavily upon you, making it hard to breathe. as he turned on his heel and walked away, his stride confident and unyielding, you were left grappling with his harsh words.

as you stood there, processing the sting of his words, you felt a familiar touch on your shoulder. you turned to see seokjin standing behind you, his gaze sympathetic yet carrying an undercurrent of coldness as he watched taehyung retreating in the distance. “come on,” he said gently, his tone soft but firm. “i’ll take you home.”

you nodded, unable to muster more than a weary sigh. seokjin’s presence was a mixed blessing—his offer of support came with its own complexities, but right now, it was a comfort. as he guided you back towards his motorcycle, the silence between you was thick, filled with unspoken words and shared tension. you both walked in silence, the rustling leaves and distant hum of traffic filling the void. the drive back to your place was equally quiet, with his driving marked by an attentive, almost contemplative air. you glanced occasionally at him, but his eyes remained fixed on the road, his expression unreadable.

when you finally arrived at your place, the familiar surroundings did little to ease the turmoil inside you. seokjin parked the motorcycle and turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and sincere. you nodded, though the ache in your chest told a different story. “i’ll be fine,” you said, forcing a small smile. “thanks for the ride.”

his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he gave a short nod. “if you need anything,” he said softly, “just let me know.” with that, you both stepped out. as you made your way to the door, his presence was a steady, albeit complex, support. you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the comfort of your home offering a momentary reprieve from the emotional storm.

the evening settled over the house, casting long shadows across the rooms as you moved through the kitchen, tidying up for dinner. the comforting hum of the dishwasher filled the space, a soothing background to the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind. you wiped down the counters with mechanical precision, trying to keep your mind occupied and away from the earlier confrontation with taehyung and the underlying tension with seokjin.

as you finished cleaning, you joined your mother and seokjin at the dining table. the air, which had once held a certain playful charm, now felt dense and suffocating. the weight of your mother’s earlier conversation with taehyung and the ensuing emotional turmoil clung to you like a shroud.

she seized the opportunity to delve into a discussion about your engagement. “you know,” she began, her tone casual yet probing, “i was thinking about the wedding preparations. we need to finalize the guest list and decide on the venue soon. It’s such an important event, and i want everything to be perfect for you and taehyung.” you nodded, though the words felt like daggers. “i’m sure everything will work out,” you replied, your voice tight with suppressed emotion.

seokjin, sitting across the table, cast a sympathetic glance your way but said nothing. he seemed to sense the delicate balance of the conversation and watched as your mother continued.

“and i know it’s a big adjustment,” your mother continued, her voice gentle but insistent. “but you’ll find that once you get used to the idea, it'll all fall into place. taehyung is a wonderful man, and i’m sure you’ll both make a great life together.” each word felt like a pinprick against your already raw nerves. you could barely maintain your composure as she spoke, her words a relentless reminder of the life you were being forced into. the suffocating weight of her expectations and the impossible situation you were trapped in pushed you closer to the edge.

finally, the strain became too much. “i don’t wanna hear about taehyung anymore,” you blurted out, your voice trembling with emotion. “it’s more than enough that i’m being forced into a life i don’t want. i don’t need to be reminded of it every minute.” your mother’s eyes widened in shock, her fork halting mid-air. seokjin’s gaze shifted from your mother to you, his expression softening as he took in your distress. the silence that followed your outburst was thick and uncomfortable, the air charged with the weight of your raw emotion.

tears welled in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away, but they came anyway, spilling down your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “i just can’t do this anymore.” without waiting for a response, you stood up from the table, your chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. you hurried out of the room, not daring to look back. the cold comfort of your room was a small relief, a place where you could be alone with your thoughts.

you shut the door behind you and sank onto your bed, burying your face in your hands. the tears came freely now, each sob a release of the pent-up frustration and despair that had been building inside you. the crushing weight of your situation, the unrelenting pressure from your mother, and the complexities of your relationship with seokjin all converged into a single, overwhelming storm of emotion. outside, the house was eerily quiet. his sympathetic gaze had not gone unnoticed, and you could only hope that his understanding extended beyond the surface. as you cried into the softness of your pillow, you felt a small pang of gratitude for his presence, even as you wished desperately for the strength to face the days ahead.

you lay on your bed, your face buried in the pillow as the tears continued to flow. the muffled sound of your sobs was the only noise in the room, and the heavy silence was a stark contrast to the chaos in your heart. the warmth of the tears against your cheeks and the soft, wet fabric of the pillowcase were the only things grounding you in that moment.

you didn't hear the soft creak of the door opening, nor the quiet footsteps that followed. seokjin entered the room with a silent grace, closing the door behind him with a careful click. the dim light from the hallway cast long shadows on the floor, barely illuminating his figure as he approached. sitting beside you on the bed, he placed a comforting hand on your leg. his touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the earlier tensions. “you’re gonna ruin your makeup,” he said softly, attempting to lighten the mood. his voice was warm, but there was an undertone of genuine concern.

you managed a watery laugh, the sound escaping through your tears. you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, struggling to regain some semblance of composure. when you looked at him, his gaze was unwaveringly sympathetic. he gently brushed away the tears that had escaped your attempts to dry them, his touch tender and reassuring. his eyes softened as he studied your face. the image of the woman before him, so vulnerable and distressed, was a far cry from the spoiled, spoiled girl he had initially perceived. there was a depth to you now, a raw honesty in your pain that challenged his previous assumptions.

“you’ll find a way out of this,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “any guy would be lucky to have you.” you shook your head, a defeated gesture. “i don’t want to be taehyung’s fiancée anymore,” you confessed, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. “i can’t stand this life.”

his expression hardened with resolve. “i know,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “i’ll find a way out of it for you. i promise.”

before you could respond, he leaned closer. his lips brushed against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. the initial touch was gentle, a mere whisper of contact, but it quickly grew more intense. as his lips pressed more firmly against yours, the kiss became heated, filled with a passion that had been bubbling beneath the surface.

his body hovered over yours, the warmth of his form radiating against your own. his hands cupped your face, tilting it slightly to deepen the kiss. each movement was deliberate, his touch both commanding and tender. the kiss conveyed a mix of comfort and desire, an unspoken promise in every press of his lips against yours. the world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips and the comforting strength of his presence. the kiss was a blend of urgency and tenderness, a moment of escape from the oppressive reality that had been suffocating you. seokjin’s hands roamed gently, his touch setting your skin aflame even as it soothed the storm within.

as the kiss continued, you found yourself responding, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders. the heat of the moment enveloped you, the kiss becoming an intense exchange of feelings that neither of you could fully articulate. his grip on your face tightened slightly, his kisses growing more fervent as he lost himself in the shared passion. “any man would be lucky to have my stepsister, right?”

you gasped against his mouth, nodding, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue delved deeper, tasting you thoroughly. seokjin’s hands began to wander, tracing the contours of your body with a hungry touch. his palms slid over your breasts, kneading gently before he reached for the hem of your shirt. you didn’t resist, allowing him to lift it over your head, baring your chest to the cool air. his eyes raked over your exposed skin, a look of pure lust in his gaze.

his mouth left yours to blaze a trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. your body arched, a soft moan escaping as his teeth grazed your collarbone. your skin was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a need that only he could satisfy. as his kisses grew more insistent, his hands worked at the button and zipper of your skirt, pulling it down over your hips. his warm breath against your skin was intoxicating, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

his eyes locked with yours as he slid your underwear aside, revealing your wet, swollen pussy. without hesitation, he leaned down to bury his face between your legs, his tongue lapping at your folds with a hunger that surprised even him. you bucked against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, your hands gripping the bedcovers tightly. his tongue flicked and probed, his expert touch driving you wild. “told you i needed a taste,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

his mouth closed around your clit, sucking gently as his fingers slid into your tight heat. your breath hitched, a whimper escaping as he began to fuck you with his digits, setting a rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue. the room was filled with the sounds of your passion, your cries muffled by the pillow you’d buried your face in. he ate you out like a starving man, savoring every drop of your arousal, his own need growing with every passing second.

his words were dirty, a stream of vulgar praise that had you squirming with pleasure. “you’re so fucking perfect, baby. so sweet and tight for me. gotta fill you up, make you scream my name. tell me you want it, tell me you’re mine.” his voice was gruff, a stark contrast to the gentle laps of his tongue.

you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body taut with anticipation. you whispered a shaky “yes, seokjin, yes—promise i'm all yours,” urging him on, begging for release. his pace increased, his tongue circling your clit faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you with an unyielding rhythm. your thighs trembled, your entire body tightening as the orgasm built within you.

finally, with a muffled scream into the pillow, you came, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. seokjin didn’t stop, his mouth working tirelessly to extend your climax, his fingers still moving within you. when the last tremor had passed, he kissed your inner thighs before standing up, his eyes dark with desire.

his own clothing was quickly discarded, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his length nudging at your entrance. “are you ready for me? need your step-brother that bad?” he growled, his voice low and animalistic.

you nodded, your eyes wide with need. “yes, please, yes.” he didn’t wait for further invitation, thrusting into you in one swift motion. your walls clenched around him, trying to accommodate his size. a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure slipped from your lips, but you didn’t protest. this was what you needed, what you’d been craving.

his strokes were deep and hard, claiming you as his own. his hands held your hips in a firm grip, keeping you in place as he drove into you without mercy. the room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure and his grunts of exertion. he didn’t hold back, fucking you with an intensity that left you breathless.

his eyes never left yours, the connection between you two palpable as he fucked you with an unbridled passion. your pussy was soaking wet, welcoming his every thrust, and with each push into you, seokjin felt a sense of power and ownership that he hadn’t experienced before. you were his, and he was going to make sure you knew it.

his hips pistoned against yours, his cock plunging deep inside you. your nails dug into his back, leaving marks that would later remind him of this illicit encounter. the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had you writhing beneath him. “you’re so tight, baby. just need you to be quiet for me, don't let your mom hear us.” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

his words only served to drive you higher, your breath coming in ragged gasps. your walls tightened around him, the friction building as he hit all the right spots. your body was his playground, and he was playing you like a maestro conducting an orchestra of desire. “you like that, don’t you? wonder what your mom would think, if she saw you like this—fucked out just for her step-brother's cock.” he taunted, his voice a mix of praise and degradation.

you couldn’t find the words to respond, your mind a whirlwind of sensation. all you could do was moan, your body a slave to the pleasure he was giving you. you felt yourself building up to another orgasm, the tension coiling in your belly like a tight spring. “yes, yes, yes,” you encouraged, your voice raw and desperate.

his rhythm grew erratic as he felt his own climax approaching. his grip on your hips tightened, his strokes becoming more frenzied. “i’m gonna cum inside you, baby. i’m gonna fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine.” his words were a declaration of ownership, a claiming that sent a thrill through your core.

you felt yourself tumbling over the edge once more, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. as it crested, you felt him tense above you, his cock pulsing as he released his seed deep within you. the warmth of his cum filled you, mixing with your own juices, creating a deliciously obscene mess. his breathing was harsh, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his release. he leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth as he continued to pump his hips, milking every last drop of pleasure from you. when he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside you, both of you panting and slick with sweat.

the room was filled with the scent of your shared passion, the air thick with the intimacy of your connection. he turned towards you, his hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as if sealing a promise. “you'll find a way out of it,” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. “and you'll always have me by your side.”

you looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. his words were a lifeline in the storm of your emotions, a promise of unwavering support and love. the weight of the world seemed a little lighter with him there, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope. his eyes were filled with an earnest sincerity that made your heart ache. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. the warmth of his body against yours was a comfort, a reminder that you weren't alone in this. as you nestled into his chest, you let out a sigh of relief, the tension slowly ebbing away.

“i can't be taehyung's fiancée anymore,” you whispered, the words barely audible. he tightened his hold on you, his lips brushing against your temple. “i know,” he replied gently. “i promise you won't be.”

his reassurance was a soothing balm to your battered spirit. you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace. the future was still uncertain, but with seokjin by your side, you felt ready to face whatever came your way. the bond between you, forged in the fires of your shared struggles, was unbreakable. and as you lay there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always have each other.

✧.*

a/n: should i end it here or make a part 2 lmk

spoiled 2 (스포일드 2) — kim seokjin (김석진)

the first part can be found here

✧.* 18+

you had always been the embodiment of a scheming siren, a creature spun from the threads of allure and intellect. every glance, every smile, was a carefully crafted tool, sharpened to perfection. you thrived in the delicate art of manipulation, pulling strings from behind the veil of charm, weaving plots that ensnared the unwary. with a single touch, you could shift the tides of fate, bend them to your will, and watch as those around you danced to the silent tune you composed.

but this time, the game had changed. the role you played was no longer for pleasure or power—it was for escape. your engagement, a gilded cage, had been crafted for you, a symbol of everything you were meant to control but now found yourself ensnared by. the diamond on your finger weighed like a shackle, and the promises made in whispered words felt like chains tightening around your throat.

you twisted your mind, searching for cracks in the flawless facade, knowing that your freedom lay not in confrontation, but in the subtle unraveling of the very threads that bound you. the plans you spun were delicate, a web of deception layered with just enough truth to keep suspicion at bay. every move was calculated, every word chosen with care, to shift the narrative in your favor. you painted yourself as the perfect fiancée, playing the role with grace, all the while nurturing the seeds of doubt and discord in the shadows.

in the past, your plots were for sport, for the thrill of seeing how far you could push the boundaries of control. but now, every step was survival, every twist of fate another step closer to breaking free. you were no longer the siren who lured others into the depths for amusement; you were the one fighting to rise to the surface, to breathe again. the endgame was clear—a way out, a return to the freedom you once commanded with such ease. and so, you continued to weave, to plot, with the same precision and finesse that had always been your trademark, but with a desperation that had never once been a part of your schemes.

the candlelight flickered softly between you and taehyung, casting a warm glow over the pristine white tablecloth, though it did little to thaw the icy silence that hung between you. it was always like this—silent, awkward, a charade neither of you cared to keep up any longer. you barely touched the expensive meal before you, your appetite lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts. across from you, taehyung’s eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable as they met yours.

“you’ve barely touched your salad,” he noted, his voice flat, lacking the usual lilt that others found so charming.

your gaze drifted to the untouched plate, the elaborate dish as unappealing as the life laid out before you. the game you’d played so expertly was wearing thin, and the time had come to take control in a way you hadn’t before. “i want to break off the engagement,” you said, your tone measured, each word a carefully placed stone.

for a moment, you might have thought he hadn’t heard you. he continued to eat, each movement slow, deliberate, as if your words had no more effect than the faint rustle of leaves outside. but you knew him well enough to see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his grip tightened ever so slightly on the silverware.

“i don’t love you,” you continued, the truth sitting like a heavy stone in the pit of your stomach. it was something you had never spoken aloud, a reality you both had known but never acknowledged.

he scoffed, the sound bitter, as he finally looked at you with those inscrutable eyes. “what makes you think i love you?” you flinched inwardly, the words stinging more than you expected, but you pressed on. “then why are we doing this? let’s break it off now.”

he set his knife and fork down with a deliberate clink, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. his gaze locked onto yours, stern and unwavering, the weight of his words settling over the table. “we’ve known each other our whole lives.” he paused, a slow breath filling the space between you. “when we were ten, i thought you were amazing. you were beautiful and smart. you talked to yourself in japanese, spoke to your cousin in english, and talked to me in korean.”

his voice softened, a hint of something you couldn’t quite place threading through his words. but the moment passed as quickly as it came, replaced by something harder, something that had been there between you for far too long. “but you didn’t like me—you liked my brother.” you stiffened at the mention of his brother, memories flickering at the edge of your mind like shadows in the dark. “what’s your point, taehyung?”

he leaned back slightly, his gaze still locked on yours, unyielding. “you know well that if you break it off with me, they’ll find you someone else. the son of the jeguk group, or one of the twins from min’s hotel. what’s the point?”

the scoff escaped your lips before you could stop it, a sharp sound of disbelief. “i won’t accept anybody.”

he wiped his mouth with his napkin, the movement as controlled as everything he did, but you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface. he set the napkin down aggressively, the sound like a final punctuation in this conversation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. “you’ve always been spoiled.” he paused, as if considering whether to say more, then added, almost as an afterthought, “that, i will admit.”

the words hung in the air, a final insult that tipped the scales. you had heard enough. the frustration and the suffocating weight of expectations pressed down on you, and you knew staying here any longer would only solidify the chains you were desperately trying to break. without a word, you rose from your seat, grabbing your purse and coat in one fluid motion, your resolve hardening like ice.

the echo of your footsteps followed you as you walked out, the heavy silence left behind only punctuated by the faint rustle of taehyung’s exhale. you stepped into the cool night air, your eyes scanning for your chauffeur, the last tether to the life you were determined to leave behind. the night was silent, save for the distant hum of the city, and you felt a pang of something akin to relief as you neared the car. the engagement was an illusion you no longer cared to maintain, and taehyung, with all his calculated words and quiet power, was nothing but a ghost in the rearview mirror.

you climbed into the backseat, the soft leather beneath you a stark contrast to the tumult in your heart. as the car pulled away, the city lights blurred into a streak of colors, and you allowed yourself one final glance back. the restaurant, the engagement, and taehyung’s piercing gaze—each of them dissolved into the night, leaving only the road ahead.

the ride back to your complex was shrouded in silence, the weight of your conversation with taehyung still pressing heavily on your mind. the city passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, but your thoughts were elsewhere, turning over the words exchanged, the cold finality in his gaze, and the undeniable truth of the life you were desperately trying to escape.

when the car finally pulled up to the familiar building, you stepped out, the crisp night air doing little to clear the fog in your head. the doorman greeted you with a polite nod, and you returned it with a fleeting smile, your focus already drifting to what awaited you inside. the elevator ride was swift, the hum of the machinery barely registering in your consciousness as you stared at your reflection in the mirrored walls. there was something unfamiliar about the woman staring back at you, something cold, determined—a part of you that had been dormant for far too long.

as you entered the apartment, the soft glow of the living room lights met your eyes, the air thick with the scent of expensive wine. your mother was there, sitting on the velvet couch, her legs crossed elegantly as she sipped from a delicate crystal glass. she didn’t look up immediately, her attention seemingly absorbed in the dark liquid swirling within the glass.

“how was dinner with taehyung?” she asked, her voice as smooth and composed as ever, betraying no hint of concern or curiosity—just a formality, a question asked out of obligation.

you stood in the doorway, your hands still gripping the strap of your purse, the frustration from earlier resurfacing with a vengeance. “i want to break off the engagement,” you said, each word clipped, cold, and devoid of the warmth you knew she expected. she finally looked up, her gaze sharp, eyes narrowing slightly as they met yours. “why? did you two get into a fight?”

the question was laced with casual indifference, as if the idea of breaking off the engagement was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. but the flippancy in her tone, the way she dismissed your feelings as easily as one would a passing remark, ignited something within you—something fierce and uncontrollable.

you snapped, your voice rising despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “just because you can do it for the money, doesn’t mean i can. i won’t.”

her eyes hardened, and she turned her attention back to the wine, swirling it gently in her glass as if your words hadn’t just sliced through the delicate balance of civility that hung between you. “i’ve done everything to give you a good life,” she said, her tone laced with an almost clinical detachment. “you haven’t worked a day in your life.”

she paused, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with the implication that your existence had been one of ease and luxury, that you owed her something in return for the life she had so carefully curated. “you won’t ruin it—not now, and not ever.”

there was no point in arguing with her; you knew that much. the woman before you was a fortress of ice, impervious to any attempt at warmth or understanding. the realization hit you with a cold finality—this was not a battle you could win, at least not here and not now. so you turned in silence, your resolve firm, knowing you wouldn’t put up with this charade any longer.

as you made your way down the hall, the faint sound of your mother setting her glass on the table echoed behind you, but you didn’t stop, didn’t look back. your hand reached for the door to your room, but something made you pause, a feeling—a presence. the guest room door was closed, a subtle but significant detail that sent a pang of anxiety through you. you hadn’t noticed it before, hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might be there.

your heart pounded as you reached for the handle, the cold metal under your fingertips as you slowly pushed the door open. the room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the figure in the bed. seokjin was there, his chest rising and falling with the even rhythm of sleep, his features softened in the peaceful embrace of slumber.

your heart softened at the sight of him, the tension that had coiled within you slowly unwinding as you stepped closer, your eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face. there was a warmth in your chest, a certainty that had eluded you for so long—seokjin. the one person who understood you, who saw through the layers of pretense and expectation, who loved you for who you were, not for what you represented.

you stood there for a moment longer, watching the rise and fall of his chest, your heart swelling with a quiet determination. you needed to find a way to break free from taehyung, from the expectations that had been placed upon you since birth. for seokjin, and for yourself. the path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and risks, but for the first time in a long time, you felt a flicker of hope. turning silently, you left the room, closing the door softly behind you, the decision made. you would find a way out. you had to.

the next morning dawned with a heavy stillness, the early light filtering through the windows as you made your way downstairs. the events of the previous night lingered in your mind, the conversation with your mother, the sight of seokjin asleep in the guest room, all swirling together in a mix of frustration and longing. you moved with the practiced grace of someone accustomed to hiding their emotions, but the tension in your shoulders gave you away.

the ride to school was quiet, the car gliding smoothly through the city streets, each passing building a blur of stone and glass. seokjin sat beside you, his presence as familiar as it was comforting, though the silence between you was laden with unspoken thoughts. you didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to break the fragile peace that hung in the air, so you kept your eyes trained on the window, watching the world pass by.

but he had other ideas. out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift in his seat, his gaze turning toward you with a hint of mischief. “you always get shy on me after sleeping with me,” he remarked, his voice low, laced with a teasing edge.

your eyes widened at his words, the shock of them jolting you out of your reverie. you whipped your head around to check on the driver, your heart skipping a beat as you wondered if he had heard. your voice came out sharper than intended as you hissed, “keep it down, asshole.”

he chuckled softly, unbothered by your concern, and leaned back into his seat with that same easy confidence that seemed to follow him everywhere. “okay, sister,” he said, the word laced with irony that made you scoff in response.

you glared at him, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface, but there was no real heat in it. he always had a way of getting under your skin, of pushing your buttons in a way that both infuriated and amused you. but before you could retort, he surprised you by turning serious, the teasing light in his eyes dimming as he observed you more closely.

“don’t look so down,” he said, his tone softer, more considerate than before. you hesitated, your expression shifting as you turned to face him fully, your curiosity piqued by the sudden change in his demeanor. “why not?” you asked, your voice tinged with a guarded hope you couldn’t quite suppress.

he paused, as if considering his words carefully, before finally speaking. “i found a way to nip your engagement in the bud.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement sparking in your chest despite your best efforts to remain composed. but you were careful, your voice calm as you replied, “what did you have in mind?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, a casual gesture that belied the gravity of what he was about to say. leaning back further into the car seat, he crossed one leg over the other, his posture relaxed as he looked at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. “taehyung’s a man,” he began, his tone light but with an edge of something more. “you can’t forget that.”

his words left you confused, your brows knitting together as you tried to parse his meaning. but he let the silence stretch, allowing the tension to build before he continued. “he just has to get caught in the act.”

“caught in the act?” you echoed, the confusion clear in your voice. your mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of his plan, but you couldn’t quite grasp where he was leading. he didn’t elaborate, leaving you to wonder, to imagine the possibilities. there was a glimmer of a plan in his words, something you could almost see forming in the back of your mind, but it was still too vague, too undefined to latch onto fully. yet, the idea that there might be a way out, that he might have found a solution, was enough to keep your hope alive.

you didn’t press him further, sensing that he wanted to leave you with this kernel of information to ponder over. instead, you settled back into your seat, your mind swirling with thoughts and questions. the silence returned, but it was different now—charged with a sense of anticipation, a promise of something more. as the car continued its journey, the city outside seemed to fade into the background, your thoughts consumed by the plan that he had hinted at. there was so much you didn’t understand, so many pieces missing, but for the first time in a long while, you felt like there might be a way out of it.

the halls of the school buzzed with the usual morning chatter, but you were too absorbed in your thoughts to pay much attention. you stood by your locker, mechanically sorting through your books, trying to focus on the task at hand. the conversation with seokjin the same morning still played on a loop in your mind, each word he’d said etched into your memory, lingering like a half-formed dream. his vague plan had left you with more questions than answers, but a small spark of hope had been lit within you, a fragile thing you held onto tightly.

you slammed the locker door shut with a little more force than necessary, the metal clanging loudly in the otherwise quiet hallway. the sudden noise seemed to draw attention, and as you turned, you were met by a crowd of faces, all eager, all too close for comfort. the voices came at you in a rush, a cacophony of praise and congratulations that made your stomach turn.

“you’ve outdone yourself, (y/n)!”

“congrats—you’re the talk of the town!”

“your stocks are skyrocketing, it must feel good!”

“you’ve reached a new level of money now.”

their words washed over you like a cold wave, their faces blurring together as confusion gripped you. you stared at them, speechless, trying to make sense of what they were saying. the disjointed phrases clattered around in your mind, each one more bewildering than the last. stocks? money? outdone yourself? none of it made sense.

your eyes darted to one of the boys standing near the front of the crowd, a smug grin on his face as he held up his phone, clearly relishing in whatever had caused this sudden surge of attention. without thinking, you snatched the phone from his hand, your fingers trembling as you brought the screen closer, desperate to understand what had happened. and then you saw it.

your heart sank, a heavy, leaden feeling that pulled you down into a spiral of disbelief. there, in bold letters at the top of the screen, was a headline that made the ground beneath your feet shift and crumble—“esther (l/n) and kim hyunsoo's engagement confirmed.”

the words blurred before your eyes as you reread them, over and over, each time hoping they would change, that somehow, this was all a mistake. but they didn’t. they stayed the same, staring back at you with a cold, unyielding certainty. you could feel your pulse quicken, anger bubbling up from deep within, threatening to spill over. your mother. she had gone through with the publishing, had taken the reins of your life without so much as a word, steering you into a future you had desperately wanted to escape. and now, it was real, more real than any nightmare you could have imagined.

your hand shook as you shoved the phone back into the boy’s hand, the look on your face enough to silence any further congratulations he might have had planned. you didn’t bother to look back at the others, didn’t care about the whispers that followed you as you stormed off down the hallway. the world around you seemed to narrow, your vision tunneling as you focused on putting one foot in front of the other, each step fueled by the burning rage that had taken root in your chest.

you pushed through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances, the murmured questions. there was only one thought in your mind now—escape. you had to find a way out of this, no matter the cost. your mother had played her hand, but you weren’t about to fold so easily. not when everything you cared about was on the line. but even as you tried to cling to that resolve, the weight of the situation pressed down on you, threatening to crush the fragile hope you had nurtured.

the courtyard of the school stretched out before you, a tranquil space where students gathered in small groups or walked alone, lost in their thoughts. the late morning sun cast long shadows across the stone pathways, the gentle rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to your racing mind. you walked slowly, your footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones as you tried to make sense of the chaos that had been thrust upon you.

your mother had gone public with her engagement to seokjin’s father. it wasn’t just a problem—it was an impending disaster, a chain of events set in motion that you had no idea how to stop. the very thought of it made your chest tighten, your mind spiraling as you imagined the consequences. you had always known that your mother had a mind of steel, her ambitions driving her to secure the best future for herself, regardless of how you felt. but this was more than you could bear. seokjin, the one person who had always been there for you, would soon be bound to you in a way that made your love impossible. it felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath your feet.

your thoughts were disrupted by a voice, smooth and familiar, cutting through the haze of your worries. “i take it you’ve seen the news, sister.”

you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. seokjin’s voice, with its calm assurance, sent a shiver down your spine. you shook your head, a bitter smile tugging at your lips as you replied, “it’s all over.”

before you could gather yourself, you felt his presence behind you, the warmth of his body radiating through the air. to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. his chin rested on your shoulder, the soft press of his cheek against yours sending your heart into a frantic rhythm.

you stiffened, a protest forming on your lips. “someone could see us,” you whispered, trying to ignore the way your body instinctively leaned into his touch. but his grip didn’t falter. “i don’t care,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the turmoil raging within you. “i just wanna be with you.”

his words, so simple and sincere, made something inside you crack. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the feeling, the safety and comfort of his arms, the way his breath tickled your neck. but reality crashed back down on you, the implications of your relationship too heavy to ignore.

you pulled free from his embrace, the loss of his warmth leaving you feeling cold. turning to face him, you searched his eyes, hoping to find some semblance of an answer there. “you think i don’t want that?” you asked, your voice trembling with the weight of everything unsaid. “even if i leave taehyung, you’ll still be my step-brother.”

he shook his head, his expression softening as he leaned down, his eyes locking with yours. “you have to learn to trust me,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination that both comforted and unsettled you. trust. The word lingered in the air between you, heavy with meaning. could you trust anyone in this world that seemed so hell-bent on controlling your life? you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. there was too much to say, too much to feel, and no way to express it all.

sensing your hesitation, seokjin filled in the silence. “wait for the party tonight,” he said, his tone laced with an unspoken promise. “and you’ll see.”

his words hung in the air, a thread of hope that you weren’t sure you could cling to. but the way he looked at you, the way he seemed so certain, made you want to believe him. he ruffled your hair with a smile, the gesture so familiar, so brotherly, yet tinged with something more. then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the courtyard, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.

the room was harshly lit, the heavy curtains drawn to keep out the afternoon sun. a silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension, as your mother sat at the edge of the long mahogany table, her hands folded under her chin. her posture was one of rigid composure, but the tightness in her jaw betrayed the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. beside her sat hyunsoo, his expression unreadable, a man who had mastered the art of concealing his thoughts. his presence dominated the room, his aura commanding even in the stillness.

a man in uniform stood at attention by their side, his back straight, his face set in a neutral mask. his hands were steady as he reached into his jacket, producing a thick stack of photographs. the slight crinkle of paper as he pulled them out was the only sound that broke the oppressive silence.

hyunsoo’s eyes flicked up, sharp and focused, as he addressed the man. “what do you have to show us?”

without a word, the man stepped forward and began laying the photographs on the table, spreading them out with the precision of someone used to handling sensitive information. the images, once hidden within the confines of the man’s jacket, were now exposed under the dim light. picture after picture, they filled the table, a damning array of moments captured in secret. your mother didn’t move at first, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the table, beyond the room. but as the man continued to lay out the photographs, the urge to look became too strong. she turned her head, her gaze falling on the scattered images, and in that instant, the composed mask she had worn so carefully shattered.

it was all there, in vivid detail—moments of you and seokjin, moments meant to be private, meant to be yours alone. the two of you hugging, your arms wrapped around each other as if nothing else in the world mattered. kissing, your lips meeting his in a stolen moment of intimacy. holding hands, fingers intertwined in a way that spoke of a bond that ran deeper than mere affection. each photograph was a piece of evidence, proof of a love that was as undeniable as it was forbidden.

your mother’s breath caught in her throat, her face paling as she took it all in. she glanced at the images for only a moment before she turned her head away, shame and disbelief contorting her features. her hands trembled as she brought them to her face, her voice breaking as she whispered, “i can’t believe this,”

hyunsoo remained still, his body tense as he absorbed the full weight of what was in front of him. his expression hardened, the lines of his face set in a cold, unforgiving mask. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge to it—a promise of what would come if this scandal ever saw the light of day.

“burn these,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “don’t let the public see them.”

the man nodded, his movements efficient as he began to collect the photographs, each one disappearing back into the stack. he moved with the brisk professionalism of someone who had been through it all before, who knew the stakes and the consequences of failure. within moments, the evidence was gone, tucked away once more, as if it had never been there at all.

your mother’s shoulders slumped, her body folding in on itself as she fought to regain her composure. but the damage was done, and she knew it. “this can’t happen,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud would make it less real, less dangerous. hyunsoo nodded, his gaze fixed on the table where the photographs had been moments before. his voice was as cold and unyielding as steel when he replied, “it won’t.”

but beneath the surface, the cold words masked the roiling sea of emotions—a mixture of anger, betrayal, and determination. in his world, image was everything, and any threat to that image had to be eliminated with ruthless efficiency. your mother, despite her shock and shame, understood that as well as he did. there was no room for mistakes, no room for weakness. what had been seen today could never be spoken of again, buried deep in the recesses of their minds along with the photographs now destined for the fire.

the light of your vanity mirror cast a warm glow across your bedroom, softening the sharp edges of your reflection. you stood before it, your gaze fixed on the image staring back at you. the dress your mother had chosen for tonight was a deep shade of red, the kind that caught the light and shimmered with every movement. it fit you perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places, the fabric clinging to your curves as if it had been made for you and you alone.

your hands moved with practiced ease, brushing through your hair, smoothing down the fabric, adjusting the delicate straps that rested on your shoulders. but no matter how perfect you looked on the outside, it couldn’t quiet the storm of anxiety brewing within. the night ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, each minute that passed bringing you closer to whatever seokjin had planned. the anticipation gnawed at you, but you kept it hidden beneath a calm, composed exterior.

a soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and you barely had time to turn before your mother entered the room. she moved with the grace of someone who had spent her life perfecting every gesture, her presence commanding attention even in the quiet intimacy of your bedroom. her smile was warm, affectionate, the kind of smile that could easily be mistaken for love if you didn’t know better.

she came to stand beside you, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only by the faint sound of music drifting up from the party below. then, she reached out, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “you’re as beautiful as you’ve ever been,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of expectation, of hopes and dreams she had pinned on you.

you stayed quiet, your eyes still locked on your reflection. the words she had spoken didn’t settle in the way they once might have. Instead, they hung in the air, distant, almost hollow. you absorbed yourself in the mirror, studying the face that stared back at you—flawless, composed, every inch the perfect daughter she had molded you to be. but beneath it all, you felt a hollow ache, a deep-seated exhaustion from the constant performance.

your mother’s smile didn’t falter as she continued, her tone light, almost playful. “let’s hope taehyung will think so too.”

the mention of his name sent a ripple of tension through you, but you forced it down, your face remaining serene. you turned to her, forcing a smile that you knew she would accept without question. “he will,” you replied, your voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil within.

she nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response, before stepping back to admire you once more. “remember, tonight is important. everything we’ve worked for is coming together. you just need to play your part.” the words were meant to be reassuring, a reminder of the role you were expected to fulfill. but they only served to deepen the sense of unease that had settled in your chest. you nodded in response, giving her the answer she wanted, even as your mind drifted elsewhere.

seokjin had been explicit in his instructions: wait. do not enter the party for a good hour, he said, his voice calm and certain as always. he had insisted that taehyung would already be there, that everything would be in place by the time you made your entrance. the trap, whatever it was, would be ready then. you had no idea what he had planned, what steps he had taken to ensure that tonight would mark the beginning of the end for your engagement. but despite the uncertainty, you had agreed. there was no other choice.

as the minutes ticked by, you continued to prepare, each movement precise and deliberate. your mother eventually left the room, her parting words a reminder of the expectations she had placed on you. but as the door clicked shut behind her, you were left alone once more, the silence wrapping around you like a shroud.

you stared at your reflection, the image of a woman who was as beautiful as she had ever been, just as your mother had said. but there was no comfort in that beauty, no solace in the perfection of your appearance. it was a mask, a carefully constructed façade that you had worn for so long you sometimes forgot what lay beneath it. tonight, that mask would be tested. you didn’t know what the plan entailed, or how it would unfold, but you knew that it was your only chance to free yourself from the life that had been planned for you. the life you didn’t want. the life that had been built on false pretenses and expectations you could never truly fulfill.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you reached for the final touch—a delicate necklace that sparkled in the light. as you fastened it around your neck, you caught your own gaze in the mirror once more. this time, you saw something different in your eyes—an edge of determination, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night everything changed.

the party was in full swing by the time seokjin arrived, the air thick with the mingling scents of champagne and cologne. the grand hall was adorned with opulent decorations, shimmering lights casting a soft glow over the guests as they moved through the space, their laughter and chatter blending into a symphony of indulgence. seokjin made his way through the crowd with an air of casual confidence, a drink in hand, his posture relaxed yet alert. he was well aware of the expectations tonight, even if his role was more passive than proactive.

hyunsoo stood nearby, his gaze scanning the room with a sharpness that belied his calm exterior. he approached his son with a reserved nod. “behave yourself,” he said, his tone a mere whisper against the backdrop of the party’s noise. there was no mention of the photographs, no further elaboration—just the simple command and the weight of its implications. after delivering his message, he turned on his heel and made his way toward another corner of the room, where he would wait for your mother’s arrival.

seokjin watched him leave, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the taste as he scanned the room. his eyes were alert, his mind already shifting to the task at hand. the trap, he reminded himself, was set to unfold tonight. and then he saw it.

from the corner of his eye, a flicker of movement caught his attention. his face lit up with a sly grin as he took in the scene that was unfolding before him. taehyung played his expected role as the center of attention, surrounded by a group of admirers. it was no surprise—his popularity was a well-known fact, and the jealousy and envy he stirred among those he had left behind were palpable. seokjin’s gaze followed the group, noting the way the girls lingered around taehyung, their eyes filled with a mix of adoration and disdain for you.

two of the girls, their flirtations almost palpable, made their way toward taehyung with an eagerness that seokjin found amusing. he watched as taehyung, seemingly indifferent to their advances, wrapped his arms around their waists. the three of them moved through the crowd, their destination clear—one of the private rooms that had been set aside for more intimate encounters.

seokjin’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his eyes narrowing as he took out his phone. he snapped several photos of the scene, the camera capturing every detail of taehyung’s interaction with the two girls. the images were clear and explicit—him holding them close, their hands touching his, the unmistakable intimacy of the moment preserved in high resolution.

he wasn’t finished yet. seokjin knew the power of a well-placed scandal, the way a single image could ripple through society, spreading chaos and discontent. with a few taps, he made sure the photos were in the hands of those who could make the most of them. he texted one of his trusted friends, someone well-versed in the art of media manipulation. the message was concise, yet to the point: “photos of kim taehyung with two girls. get the best journalists and publishers. make sure these see the light of day.”

he hit send and watched with satisfaction as the message disappeared into the ether. the wheels were set in motion, the trap closing in on taehyung. all that was left now was to wait and watch as the carefully orchestrated plan began to unfold. as he took another sip of his drink, his gaze remained fixed on the private rooms. the night was far from over, and there was still much to be done. but for now, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction.

the party enveloped you as you stepped into the grand hall, the muffled clamor of voices and the soft hum of music greeting you like a wave. instantly, you were surrounded, a whirlwind of faces eager to engage you. questions about your mother’s engagement poured in from all directions, a chorus of curiosity and congratulations that felt more like an invasion than a warm welcome. despite the flurry of attention, you maintained your composure, allowing your chauffer to push back the crowd and create a path through the sea of well-wishers.

your eyes scanned the room, seeking out the familiar face that would provide a semblance of calm amidst the chaos. there he was—seokjin, standing confidently by the bar, his presence a beacon of stability in the shifting tides of social interaction. as you drew closer, you allowed yourself a genuine smile, a rare and fleeting moment of relief.

his eyes met yours, and a grin spread across his face. “you look gorgeous,” he said, his voice a soothing contrast to the cacophony around you. then, with a playful glint in his eye, he added, “sorry, i shouldn’t say that about my sister.”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you approached him. “quite the comedian, aren’t you?”

he chuckled softly, a note of appreciation in his voice as he surveyed you. even amidst the tension, you couldn't deny how striking he looked, his tailored suit fitting him impeccably. but there was no time for pleasantries. you needed to know what he had planned, how the night was supposed to unfold.

he leaned closer, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “don’t insult me just yet,” he said, his tone a mixture of amusement and anticipation. “the plan went through.”

curiosity sparked in your eyes as you asked, “what exactly was the plan?”

instead of answering directly, he pulled out his phone and opened his gallery, his fingers moving with practiced ease. he handed you the device, and as you glanced at the screen, your eyes widened at the images that greeted you. the photos were explicit—taehyung with the two girls, their interaction as intimate as it was public. the sight was enough to spark a mixture of relief and discomfort within you.

you should have felt elation, and part of you did. but the images stirred something deeper—a painful reminder of the far-reaching consequences of tonight’s plan. silently, you handed the phone back to seokjin, your emotions a swirl of complex feelings. he seemed to notice your subdued reaction and raised an eyebrow. “what’s wrong? i thought you’d be happy.”

you shook your head, trying to muster a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “i am happy,” you assured him, though your voice betrayed a hint of the turmoil beneath. his gaze softened, his concern evident. he could tell that there was more to your reaction than you were letting on. “what’s bothering you?” he asked gently, his tone devoid of judgment.

the question caught you off guard, and you found yourself grappling with an emotion you hadn’t fully acknowledged. “why does it feel like i’m never enough for anyone?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

his eyebrows shot up in surprise. without a word, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. his touch was firm but gentle, a deliberate gesture to convey the weight of his words. “someone could see us,” you protested, trying to pull away, but he held his ground.

“look at me,” he said firmly. “you’re more than enough. no one deserves to have you.”

his declaration was both comforting and startling. there was an intensity in his eyes that spoke volumes, a sincerity that reached through the layers of your self-doubt. after a moment, he let you go, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he did. “especially not that asshole,” he added, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge of disdain.

you scoffed, a mixture of frustration and resignation in your tone as you watched him order a drink for you. “it should be my step-brother, right?” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of levity into the conversation.

he shook his head with a smile, his eyes dancing with mischief. “you won’t have to worry about that either,” he said, his words trailing off into a promise he didn’t fully elaborate on.

the lack of details in his words left you, yet again, with more questions than answers. whatever seokjin had planned, it was clear that the night was far from over, and that the pieces were still in motion. the plan, though shrouded in mystery, had set into motion a series of events that would alter the course of your life. as you took a sip of the drink he had ordered, you allowed yourself a moment of reflection, even if it wasn’t going to last long.

the night had taken on a hazy quality, a swirl of lights and music that seemed to pulse with each beat. you had indulged in more drinks than you initially intended, a decision made in part to celebrate and in part to drown out the chaos of your thoughts. the alcohol had a way of loosening your inhibitions, allowing you to momentarily forget the weight of the life that had been predetermined for you.

seokjin, though equally affected by the night’s libations, kept a vigilant eye on you. his attempts to remain composed were challenged by the sight of you in your red dress, a garment that clung to your figure and accentuated your every move. the way you moved through the crowd, dancing with an abandon that spoke of a desperate need for freedom, left him both entranced and worried.

the dance floor was a mass of swaying bodies, the rhythm of the music a temporary refuge from your reality. for a few fleeting moments, as you lost yourself in the beat, the suffocating constraints of your life seemed to fade away. but the fleeting escape was short-lived. the crowd pressed in around you, and amidst the swirls of movement, you began to feel an unsettling touch on your hips.

you turned to confront the source of the unwanted attention, but the stranger’s face was a blur, the dim lighting and your own inebriation distorting your perception. the smirk on his lips, however, was unmistakable. his voice was a low purr in your ear. “who knew the fiancée was such a good dancer?”

you recoiled, telling him to get lost, but the command only seemed to encourage him. his hands were persistent, his touch increasingly insistent as he tried to pull you closer. panic rose within you as you struggled to break free, but before you could react further, a familiar presence intervened.

seokjin appeared out of nowhere, his face a mask of determination. he pulled you behind him with a protective gesture, his gaze locked on the intruder. the stranger’s look of confusion quickly turned into a grin of recognition. “hey, it’s the step-brother,” he said, amusement evident in his tone.

he stepped forward, his posture exuding authority. “the step-brother’s gonna kick your ass in three seconds,” he warned, his voice a low hiss.

the stranger raised his hands in defeat, a mix of irritation and relief crossing his face as he backed away. seokjin’s presence was enough to diffuse the situation, and the stranger retreated, disappearing into the crowd. turning to you, his expression was a blend of concern and frustration. “haven’t you had enough to drink?” he asked, his tone laced with an edge that cut through the alcohol-induced fog.

you pouted, a hint of defiance in your gaze. “i was just about to have some fun,” you replied, your words carrying a taunting undertone.

he leaned in, his face close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. his gaze was intense, his eyes searching yours with a familiarity that bordered on possessiveness. “are you sure about that?” he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

you felt the pull of his gaze, the way his proximity made it difficult to think clearly. he had always had a way of making you feel both vulnerable and cherished, a combination that left you questioning your own resolve. the tension between you was palpable, an unspoken understanding that you were deeply entwined with each other’s lives.

you looked up at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes. “what are you gonna do about it?” you asked, your voice carrying a blend of challenge and curiosity.

you weren’t really sure when exactly it all happened, as it all happened too fast for either of you to comprehend. the night unfolded in a blur, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that seemed to merge together. the pounding beat of the music faded as you and seokjin made your way back upstairs to your room, the path between the club and the secluded sanctuary of your space becoming an indistinct passage of movement and desire. his grip on you was steady, a constant reassurance amidst the swirling chaos of your intoxicated minds.

the door to your room slammed shut behind you, the sound a final punctuation in the disorienting sequence of events. In that moment, everything else seemed to fall away as his lips found yours, his touch igniting a fire that you had tried to suppress. the intensity of his kiss was matched by your own hunger, a desperate need that had been building throughout the night.

your hands were quick to explore, roaming over his chest as you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. the fabric was a barrier that you were determined to remove, your fingers trembling with anticipation. his hands mirrored your urgency, sliding down your back and waist with a touch that was both possessive and tender as it cupped your flesh, tainted by the fabric of your dress.

he lowered his lips to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. the sensation of his kisses and gentle bites sent shivers down your spine. you couldn’t suppress the sounds that escaped you, a mixture of pleasure and longing that seemed to echo through the room. his teeth grazed your skin, and his voice, a low purr, was almost playful. “so needy,” he murmured, his words a tantalizing tease. “what happened to the girl who just wanted to have fun?”

you shook your head, trying to convey your need despite the haze of alcohol. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection that only he could provide. “i don’t want anybody,” you whispered, your voice strained with emotion. “just want you.” the confession hung between you, a raw and vulnerable admission of your deepest desires. hia grip tightened as he pulled you closer, his lips continuing their journey across your skin. the world outside seemed to cease to exist, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of want and need.

his gaze remained locked on yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned closer. his tone, taunting and playful, pierced through the haze of your intoxication. “that’s too bad,” he said, the words carrying a mixture of challenge and desire. without breaking eye contact, he deftly pulled at the fabric of your dress, drawing it down from the front until it pooled at your feet, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. “’cause you’re gonna have to beg me.”

the suddenness of his action took you aback, a sharp intake of breath escaping your lips. you shook your head, trying to assert control. “that’s not gonna happen,” you said, your voice a blend of defiance and uncertainty. he didn’t relent. instead, he sank to his knees before you, his hands trailing along your skin as he planted kisses down your stomach. his lips were soft but insistent, moving slowly, deliberately. when he reached the hem of your panties, he paused, his breath warm against your sensitive skin as he grazed his teeth lightly along the edge.

his hands moved to your thighs, fingers caressing and stroking with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of the moment. “seems like i’ve spoiled you too much,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. he spread your thighs apart, his lips continuing their gentle assault with soft kisses, his words carrying a promise that was as tantalizing as it was elusive. “seems like i’m not gonna give you what you want.”

the weight of his words and the intensity of his touch were nearly overwhelming. you needed him desperately, and despite your earlier resolve, your pride melted away in the face of your desire. you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat a physical manifestation of your inner conflict. “please,” you managed to utter, your voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with a deep and earnest plea. “please take me.”

his eyes lit up at your submission, the smirk on his face morphing into a grin. “that’s more like it,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. with one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, leaving you completely exposed before him. the cool air of the room kissed your skin, heightening the anticipation. you stepped out of the fabric, your legs trembling slightly as you waited for his next move.

he didn’t keep you waiting long. he leaned in and placed a single, lingering kiss on your pussy, the contact sending an electric shock through your body. you gasped, your hands reflexively grabbing onto his shoulders for support as he parted your folds with his tongue. his mouth was hot and wet, the sensation of his tongue gliding over your clit making you moan loudly. he was thorough, savoring every inch of you as if you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

his hands cupped your ass, lifting you slightly to give him better access. the way he ate you out was like nothing you had ever experienced before. his tongue danced around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. your legs began to shake as the orgasm built, your nails digging into his shoulders. “yes, yes, please, just like that,” you panted, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the need for more.

his mouth was relentless, his tongue swirling and flicking with a rhythm that had you on the edge of release. when he finally slid two fingers inside you, the sensation was almost too much to handle. you were soaking wet, your pussy eagerly welcoming the intrusion. the feel of his thick, bare cock pressing against your thigh made your core clench with want. “please, please, fuck me, seokjin,” you begged, your voice hoarse from the passion that was consuming you.

he chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. “i was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured before standing up and wrapping his arms around you. he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. as he positioned himself between your legs, you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, the promise of what was to come making your heart race.

his hand reached down to stroke himself, the sight of him touching his own hardness making you wetter. “are you sure you can take it?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “no condom, baby. gotta take it raw, let me fill you up, ruin your pussy.” the thought was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but in that moment, you knew there was no going back. it wasn't the first time, but it always seemed like it was with him. each time he claimed you, it left you wanting him even more.

you nodded frantically, your voice a desperate whine. “yes, i’m sure. want all of you, jin. please, just fuck me,” with that, he aligned himself with your pussy and pushed inside you. there was a brief moment of pain, but there always was with seokjin. your body stretched to accommodate his size, but it quickly gave way to an overwhelming sensation of fullness. he was so deep, so big, it was like nothing you had ever felt before, even though he had filled you up more times than you were willing to admit.

his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. finding none, he began to move, his hips pumping into you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably. your hands reached up to play with your tits, the sensation of your own touch mixed with the feeling of him inside you was indescribable.

you watched as he took you, his muscles tensing and relaxing with every thrust. his eyes were dark with desire, and his expression was one of pure, unbridled lust. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a reminder of the raw passion that was consuming you both. his cock was thick and unyielding, stretching and filling you completely. every stroke hit a spot that had you seeing stars, a delicious friction that had you begging for more. your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red against his tanned skin. “fuck, yes, yes, cum inside, please,” you moaned against his neck.

his response was a feral growl, his body moving with a primal urgency. your breath hitched as he reached down, taking one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging and rolling it as his hips pounded against yours. the pleasure was intense, a crescendo building in your core. “yes, yes, like that, just like that,” you whispered, your voice a breathless chant that seemed to fuel his movements.

his hand slid down your body, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. the pressure was exquisite, a delicate balance that had you teetering on the edge of oblivion. your hips bucked up to meet him, desperately seeking that final bit of friction that would send you spiraling over the edge. “you’re so wet, so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with his own impending release. “gonna make me cum so hard, baby.”

his words spurred you on, your body responding to the need in his voice. your pussy clenched around him, tightening with every stroke. the pleasure was almost too much to handle, your orgasm building like a storm in your belly. “please, please, i’m gonna cum, jin,” you panted, your voice a desperate cry. with one final, deep thrust, he reached the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head, your body arching off the bed as the most intense orgasm of your life crashed over you.

his own release followed shortly after, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you with his hot cum. the feeling of him coming inside you, with no barriers, was almost too much to bear. it was primal and carnally satisfying. you felt a sense of belonging that was unlike anything you had ever experienced. as he collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting warmth, you felt your body relax into the aftermath of pleasure. his breath was ragged in your ear, his heart pounding against your chest.

for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. it was only the two of you, tangled together in a mess of sweat and passion. your heart raced as his cock softened within you, the warmth of his semen a stark reminder of the connection you had just shared. “love you so much,” he murmured, his voice still shaky with the aftershocks of pleasure. he kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “love you too,” you whispered back, your voice filled with tenderness that mimicked your submission.

the room was quiet, save for the sound of your mingled breaths and the distant thump of the club's bass. the scent of sex lingered in the air, a heady reminder of the intensity of your encounter. as the world slowly began to seep back in, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. it was dangerous, you knew. but as he held you close, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, claiming you as his own, with no barriers between you. it was a feeling that was hard to walk away from, even if you knew you should.

you awoke to the quiet solitude of the room, a sense of disorientation lingering from the night before. the sheets were cool against your skin, unlike the heat you had experienced hours prior. seokjin was gone, and the absence of his warmth brought a peculiar relief, a momentary escape from the tangled emotions of the night. dressing quickly, you moved into the living room, the house seemingly holding its breath.

the scene that greeted you was one of subdued tension. your mother was seated in one of the armchairs, her face etched with fatigue. seokjin was sprawled on the couch, his expression guarded as he sat next to his father. across from them were taehyung and his mother, both visibly uneasy. you paused in the doorway, your heart racing as you asked, “what’s going on?”

your mother motioned for you to take a seat, her demeanor cool but authoritative. you complied, nodding politely at taehyung’s mother, who avoided your gaze, her eyes downcast. taehyung, too, couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. the air was thick with unspoken words and suppressed tension.

with a sigh, your mother handed you her phone. the screen displayed a series of news articles and photos—images of taehyung with the two girls from last night, each photograph a vivid reminder of the scene seokjin had captured. the realization hit you hard, but you masked your emotions, forcing a shocked expression as you met seokjin’s gaze. he gave you a reassuring nod, a silent encouragement to maintain your facade.

taehyung’s expression was a complex mix of shame and frustration, but he kept his eyes averted. his mother, her voice trembling with both remorse and desperation, began to apologize profusely. “he wasn’t in his right mind,” she said, her words filled with a pleading undertone.

to your surprise, your mother took the initiative. “consider the engagement terminated,” she declared firmly. her tone left no room for negotiation. taehyung’s face momentarily flickered with a blend of disbelief and something you couldn’t quite place—regret, perhaps, or anger. his mother tried to salvage the situation, suggesting that they could work something out, but your mother was resolute.

“this is unacceptable,” she stated coldly, her gaze steady as she gestured toward your hand. understanding the gesture, you removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a future now lost, and handed it back to taehyung’s mother. your voice was steady as you offered a brief apology, “i’m sorry.”

his mother accepted the ring with a strained smile, but her eyes were filled with a cold, unforgiving disappointment. she turned to taehyung, her voice firm and cutting as she spoke, “you’ve always been a child.”

as they prepared to leave, the weight of the situation settled heavily upon you. the relief of the engagement being called off mingled with a deep, unsettling guilt. in the end, he was in the same situation as you. maybe he, too, wanted to experience the same things you did. maybe he wanted a life of his own, as his own person, rather than his mother’s puppet. he was more mature than you, more ready to accept a life he knew he didn’t deserve if it meant saving his company, his future. that was where your differences started.

your mother’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere, sharp and commanding. “we’re not finished,” she said, her gesture motioning for you to sit back down. you hesitated for a moment before complying, your pulse quickening as a fresh wave of unease washed over you.

hyunsoo, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. “did you really think we wouldn’t find out?” he asked, his tone tinged with a cold edge. the panic you had been holding at bay surged forward, threatening to overwhelm the earlier relief. you and seokjin exchanged glances, your earlier connection now overshadowed by a deepening tension.

your mother’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she addressed you with a piercing gaze. “where did i go wrong with you?” her voice carried a note of both disappointment and disbelief, each word landing like a blow. “never during the last eighteen years did i take you for a whore until now.”

the shock of her accusation hit you like a physical force, your face flushing with a mix of humiliation and anger. you struggled to find your voice, the weight of her words pressing down on you. seokjin interjected with a defensive edge to his voice. “it isn’t like that,” he said. “we’re in love with each other.”

hyunsoo scoffed, the sound laced with disdain. “love? you can love anyone you want, but not your step-sister.” his words were harsh, the finality in his tone making it clear that he considered this a non-negotiable boundary.

seokjin stood, facing his father with a steely determination. “or what?” he demanded, his posture rigid with defiance.

your mother’s gaze shifted back to you, her disappointment palpable. “you’ll stop with this,” she said, her voice cold. “if you think you can choose who you’ll love, choose. choose between the roof over your head, or him.” her words were a final ultimatum, her tone leaving no room for argument.

the room fell into a heavy silence. even hyunsoo seemed taken aback, his usual composure disrupted by the gravity of the situation. the tension was almost tangible, the air thick with unspoken emotions and fractured expectations.

you took a deep breath, feeling a rush of resolve. standing up, you gathered your wallet and phone, your movements deliberate and resolute. turning to your mother, you looked her in the eye, the weight of your decision clear in your expression. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be who you wanted me to be,” you said, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within you.

without waiting for a response, you walked out of the room, your steps echoing in the silence that followed. the door closed behind you, leaving the fractured family dynamics and the unresolved tensions to linger in the air. the world outside seemed both distant and immediate as you left the comfort of the home you had been so used to. your mother’s decision was finalized, but so was yours. for the first time, you were given the opportunity to make your own decision. you just had to make peace with the consequences.

stepping out into the crisp night air, you found yourself enveloped in a profound silence. the complex loomed behind you, its imposing structure now a symbol of everything you were leaving behind. you looked around, the world suddenly vast and disorienting. the streetlights cast long shadows, the cityscape a blur of darkened shapes and distant lights. your mind raced as you grappled with your next steps, the weight of your mother’s ultimatum still fresh in your mind.

just as you began to gather your thoughts, a voice broke through the stillness. “are you out of your mind?”

the voice was familiar, filled with concern and a touch of frustration. you turned to see seokjin approaching, his features etched with worry. the sight of him, despite the tension, brought a semblance of solace. you scoffed, trying to mask the tremor in your voice. “my mind’s intact,” you replied, though the uncertainty you felt was evident. his eyes searched yours, a mix of confusion and something softer, almost tender.

“why would you do something like this?” he asked, his tone now laced with a deeper concern.

you took a breath, the enormity of the situation sinking in as you spoke. “i love you,” you said, the words coming out as a whisper but carrying the weight of your entire being.

his expression softened, and he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch was gentle, yet it held an intensity that spoke volumes. “i love you too,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly with emotion. he paused, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “but you can’t lose everything because of me.”

the sincerity in his voice was real, and you shook your head, the tears you’d been holding back threatening to spill. “you are my everything,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

his face contorted with guilt, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of regret. he felt it, the crushing weight of your sacrifice, and it was almost unbearable to witness. the guilt was written all over him, each line on his face a testament to his internal struggle. his shoulders slumped as if the burden of your actions was too heavy for him to bear alone. without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace. you buried your head in his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. “i’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice muffled against your hair.

you pulled away slightly, looking up at him with a small, reassuring smile. “it’s okay,” you said, though the enormity of the situation was far from resolved.

as you turned to walk away, the uncertainty of where to go next hanging over you, seokjin called out. “what are you doing?”

you glanced back, your face reflecting your confusion. “i have to find a place to sleep,” you said, the reality of your situation sinking in with each step you took.

he scoffed, shaking his head as if the solution was obvious. “my dad’s hotel is in the other direction,” he said, gesturing vaguely.

the mention of the hotel caused a flicker of confusion to cross your face. before you could ask any further questions, he approached his motorcycle, patting the seat with a sense of urgency and determination. “come on,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “let’s go.”

your mother’s office was unlike its usual vibrant atmosphere. now, it was an echoing void, filled with the sharp clatter of keyboards and the occasional murmur of frustration. she worked through the night, her fingers numb from exhaustion as they flew over the keyboard, her eyes bloodshot and glazed over from the flickering screen.

the room was littered with sketches, fabric swatches, and design mock-ups. empty wine glasses, once filled with red, now lay on their sides, the remnants of her attempts to numb the persistent ache gnawing at her heart. her face was ashen, her usually impeccable appearance now marred by the fatigue of a woman who had pushed herself beyond her limits. the once-fashionable elegance of her attire had degenerated into a disheveled mess, her designer dress wrinkled and her carefully styled hair falling in loose tendrils around her face.

her assistant, a young woman who had been with her through many tumultuous seasons, approached with a hesitant look. “miss (l/n), the files for the upcoming line are ready. do you need anything else?” your mother’s gaze flickered with a detached weariness as she looked at the neatly stacked files. “no, thank you,” she replied, her voice hollow. “just leave them on my desk.”

as the assistant departed, your mother stared blankly at the piles of documents, her thoughts tangled in a web of regret and stubborn pride. she had spent her life crafting an image of control and success, yet now, that facade seemed to crumble under the weight of her choices. the culmination of a lifetime’s work felt like it was slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t escape the bitter sting of her decisions.

with a final, resigned sigh, she gathered her things—files, notes, and remnants of her shattered resolve—before heading to the waiting chauffeur. the drive to hyunsoo’s hotel was spent in contemplative silence. the city’s lights flickered by the windows, a blur of bright, artificial stars that seemed to mock her inner turmoil. ypon arrival, she stepped out of the car and made her way to the hotel’s entrance. the lobby, as always, was pristine and welcoming, but her presence seemed to cast an air of melancholy. she approached the main desk, where a poised receptionist looked up from her work.

“good evening,” your mother said, forcing a thin smile. “i’m here to see hyunsoo. could you tell me where he is?” the receptionist’s smile was polite but distant. “mister kim is in his office. the elevator is to your left.”

your mother thanked her with a curt nod and headed towards the elevator. as she ascended, the weight of her decisions pressed heavily on her shoulders. each ding of the elevator seemed to echo her mounting dread. when the doors finally opened, she stepped out into the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the marble floor as she approached his office. the door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the corridor. her hand trembled slightly as she pushed it open, the hinges creaking softly. the sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

hyunsoo was seated behind his desk, his shirt discarded and his posture relaxed. a woman, half-naked and draped across his lap, was adjusting her clothes with hurried, frantic movements. the scene was awful and intimate, jarring unlike the cold, sterile environment of the office.

your mother’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the tableau. hyunsoo’s gaze met hers with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “what are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone edged with irritation.

your mother’s lips parted in shock, her face blanching as she struggled to find her voice. “i should be asking you that,” she managed, her words barely above a whisper.

hyunsoo glanced at the woman, his expression a mix of indifference and mild embarrassment. the woman scrambled to dress, her movements hurried and clumsy as she slipped into her clothes and gathered her things. with a final, hasty glance, she exited the office, leaving behind a lingering tension in the air.

as the door closed behind her, hyunsoo’s gaze returned to your mother, his eyes cold and unyielding. “it’s just business,” he said, his voice devoid of any trace of apology.

your mother’s stomach churned, a wave of nausea rising within her. the sight of hyunsoo, so casual and dismissive in the face of her turmoil, was almost too much to bear. her heart pounded in her chest, the bitter realization of her own vulnerability and the reality of her situation crashing over her. with a shaky breath and a heavy heart, she turned on her heel and walked out of the office. each step felt like a leaden weight, the finality of her actions settling over her like a shroud. as she moved through the hotel lobby, she tried to compose herself, but the sting of betrayal and the crushing sense of loss left her feeling hollow and broken.

the room seokjin had rented in his father’s hotel was cozy, filled with the warm aroma of the dinner you were preparing. the kitchen was small, just big enough for the two of you, with sleek countertops and modern appliances that gleamed under the soft overhead lights. you stood by the stove, stirring the contents of a simmering pan, the rich scent of garlic and herbs wafting through the air. it was a simple meal, but one that brought a sense of normalcy.

seokjin lounged against the counter, his arms crossed as he watched you with a smirk playing on his lips. his gaze was warm, and there was a twinkle in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. “this truly is a sight to see,” he mused, his voice tinged with playful admiration. he paused for a moment, his smirk widening as he added, “my step-sister making me dinner.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his teasing, raising the spatula in your hand as if in mock defense. “you need to stop calling me that,” you retorted, shaking your head with a smile.

he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “you’re right,” he conceded, pushing himself off the counter. he crossed the small distance between you, his presence a comforting warmth at your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. his voice softened as he murmured against your ear, “the love of my life making us dinner.”

his words sent a flush of warmth through you, your cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as you ducked your head slightly, trying to focus on the task at hand. but his proximity, the feel of his breath against your skin, made it hard to concentrate. when he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt your heart swell with a mixture of affection and contentment.

as you continued to cook, the rhythmic motions of stirring and seasoning bringing a sense of calm, your phone rang, the sudden sound cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. without thinking, you asked him to answer for you, your hands too occupied to pick up the call.

he reached for your phone, his eyebrows knitting together as he glanced at the screen. “yes, doctor cha?” he answered, his voice steady, though you noticed a slight tension in his tone.

at the mention of your doctor’s name, your movements stilled. a flicker of unease crept into your chest, and you turned abruptly, your eyes searching seokjin’s face for any sign of what was wrong. he didn’t meet your gaze immediately, his attention focused on the call. “this is kim seokjin,” he said, his voice calm but edged with concern. “is everything okay?”

the silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, the seconds ticking by in agonizing slowness. you could feel your pulse quickening, a knot of dread forming in the pit of your stomach. seokjin’s expression remained carefully controlled, but you could see the worry beginning to cloud his features.

finally, he spoke again, his voice quiet. “okay, we’ll be there soon.” he ended the call and slowly lowered the phone, his eyes meeting yours. the look on his face—part sadness, part anxiety—made your heart clench.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, though you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer.

he hesitated, his hand reaching out to take yours. “don’t panic,” he began, his thumb brushing reassuringly over your knuckles. he paused, searching for the right words before he finally said, “it’s your mother. she had a heart attack.”

the world seemed to tilt, the floor shifting beneath you as the weight of his words hit you. a heart attack. the phrase echoed in your mind, a sharp, cruel reminder of how fragile everything was. regret and panic surged through you in waves, crashing over the sense of security you had clung to. memories of your last encounter with her, the bitter words exchanged, flashed before your eyes, and the realization that you might lose her without the chance to make things right overwhelmed you.

“i have to see her,” you stammered, your voice shaking as the full force of the situation bore down on you. your mind raced, filled with a cacophony of thoughts—fear for her health, guilt for the things left unsaid, and the desperate need to be by her side.

“we will,” he assured you, his voice gentle but firm. he could see the turmoil in your eyes, the way your breath had quickened with rising panic. “i’m taking you to her, okay?”

you nodded, barely registering his words as he led you toward the door. the room, which had felt so safe and warm just moments before, now seemed stifling, the air heavy with the weight of impending loss. he grabbed his jacket and handed you yours, his movements quick and efficient, though you could see the strain in his eyes. as you left the room, the sounds of the hotel—distant chatter, the hum of the elevator—faded into the background, your focus solely on getting to your mother. the ride down to the parking lot was a blur, and before you knew it, you were standing beside his motorcycle. he handed you a helmet, his expression serious as he watched you fumble to put it on with trembling hands.

“take a deep breath,” he instructed softly, his hands steadying you as he adjusted the helmet’s strap. you nodded, doing as he said, though the breath you took was shaky and uneven. when he was satisfied that you were secure, he swung his leg over the motorcycle and waited for you to climb on behind him. you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding on tightly as he started the engine and the roar of the bike reverberated through your chest.

as he guided the motorcycle out of the parking lot and onto the road, the city lights blurred into streaks of color, the wind whipping past you as you sped toward the hospital. the ride was fast and tense, every second stretching into eternity as you clung to seokjin, your mind a swirl of fear, regret, and a desperate hope that you weren’t too late. you buried your face against his back, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over as the reality of the situation set in. the thought of losing your mother, of never having the chance to reconcile, gnawed at you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

his hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly even as he kept his focus on the road ahead. “we’ll be there soon,” he promised, his voice barely audible over the rush of wind. and though his words were meant to comfort, they did little to quell the storm of emotions raging within you. all you could do was hold on and pray that you’d make it in time.

the hospital loomed large as you and seokjin arrived, its sterile white walls and harsh fluorescent lights a stark contrast to the darkening sky outside. the ride had been a blur of speed and anxiety, but now that you were here, the weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you rushed through the automatic doors, the scent of medicine and the low murmur of voices filling the air.

seokjin led the way to the reception desk, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring as he addressed the receptionist. “we got a call from doctor cha,” he said, his voice steady despite the worry that laced his tone. “we’re here to see esther (l/n).” the receptionist glanced up, her expression softening as she noticed the anxiety in your eyes. she nodded and quickly typed something into her computer before giving you both a set of directions. “room 321,” she said gently, pointing down the hall. “third floor, to the right.”

“thank you,” seokjin replied, already moving toward the elevators with you in tow. the elevator ride felt agonizingly slow, the seconds ticking by in tense silence. you couldn’t stop the thoughts from swirling in your mind—what if you were too late? what if something had happened while you were on your way here? the fear gnawed at you, making it hard to breathe.

when the elevator doors finally slid open, you bolted out, seokjin right beside you as you followed the signs to room 321. your footsteps echoed in the hallway, the sound amplifying the urgency you felt in every fiber of your being. as you neared the room, the door opened, and doctor cha stepped out, his expression calm but serious. “doctor,” seokjin greeted, his voice slightly breathless. “how is she?”

doctor cha gave a small, reassuring smile and stepped aside to allow you both into the room. “she had a heart attack, but she’s stable now,” he explained. “she’s going to recover quickly, but she’s not allowed any alcohol for the time being. it’s important that she takes it easy for a while.”

relief washed over you like a tidal wave as your eyes fell on your mother, lying in the hospital bed. her complexion was pale, and she looked tired, but her eyes were open, and they met yours with a softness you hadn’t seen in a long time. the tight knot of fear in your chest loosened, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

“mom,” you breathed, your voice choked with emotion as you rushed to her side. for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as if to reassure yourself that she was really there. she let out a weak laugh, her hand coming up to pat your back. “you haven’t hugged me like this since you were twelve,” she murmured, a touch of warmth in her voice that brought tears to your eyes.

you pulled back just enough to look at her, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. “i’m so sorry,” you whispered, the words catching in your throat as you tried to convey everything you felt in that moment—regret, guilt, relief, and a deep, abiding love. she smiled softly and brushed away your tears with trembling fingers. “it’s okay, darling,” she said, her voice gentle. “i’m here. i’m okay.”

you nodded, though the lump in your throat made it hard to speak. “what happened?” you asked, needing to understand how everything had gone so wrong.

your mother’s smile faltered slightly, and she looked down at her hands. “i broke off the engagement,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

both you and seokjin were stunned, your minds racing to comprehend what she had just said. “what?” you asked, the disbelief clear in your voice. she shook her head, a shadow passing over her face as she avoided your gaze. “it doesn’t matter,” she murmured. “what matters is that i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for everything, for how i treated you.”

the apology took you by surprise, and you stared at her, the shock evident in your expression. “mom, i’m sorry too,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. “but i won’t stop seeing him.”

to your astonishment, she nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “i don’t want you to,” she said simply, her words carrying a weight that left you momentarily speechless. you blinked, struggling to process her sudden change of heart. “what?” you whispered, the disbelief making your voice barely audible.

she turned to seokjin, offering him a small, sincere smile. “i’m sorry, jin,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet resignation. “just don’t take my daughter for granted.”

he met her gaze, his expression serious as he nodded. “i never planned to,” he assured her, his voice steady and sincere.

you couldn’t hold back the question that had been burning in your mind. “why?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. “why the sudden change?”

your mother sighed, her gaze distant as she considered her words. “i got to live in your shoes for a while,” she admitted, her voice laced with regret. “but without you, and it wasn’t worth it.”

the admission broke something inside of you, and without thinking, you hugged her again, your arms wrapping around her as if to shield her from all the pain and regret that had led you both to this moment. “i love you, mom,” you whispered, the words heavy with the weight of everything you hadn’t said before.

she held you tightly, her hand smoothing over your hair. “i love you too, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. whe paused, then turned to seokjin with a faint smile. “a son-in-law is better than a stepson anyway.”

the words were so unexpected, so filled with acceptance and a sense of reconciliation, that they took your breath away. you pulled back slightly, looking at her with wide eyes, the shock still evident on your face. seokjin, too, seemed momentarily taken aback, but then a slow, relieved smile spread across his lips. he reached out, taking your hand in his, and squeezed it gently, a silent promise in his touch.

the room was quiet for a moment, the weight of everything that had happened settling over the three of you. but there was also a sense of peace, a feeling that seemed to promise that things could finally start to heal. you had seokjin by your side, and now, for the first time in a long time, you had your mother too.

✧.*

a/n: writing fluff is so weird ts be corny asl what could possibly be stopping me from ending the story with jackson wang shooting everyone

✧.* 18+ MDNI — BTS (방탄소년단)

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you were desperate for him, you always were. it was a common fact, something you knew well, but he seemed to know even better. it was the sole reason you were in that godforsaken position. NAMJOON laid back, his elbows crossed behind his neck as he gazed up at you, a look of amusement playing on his face. you were on his lap, knees bent and spread for him, sopping cunt on display with nothing to cover it but a pair of sheer lace panties.

he enjoyed teasing you as much as he loved taking care of you. he would give you whatever it was you wanted, you just had to beg him for it. it was the sole reason you sat there, sulking with swollen lips and a pout on your face. “please, joon,” were the only words that you could muster up. a smirk graced his lips, one of his hands finally retracting. he quirked his eyebrow, his rough thumb finding its way to your swollen clit. he didn’t want to give in immediately, but you made it hard to resist. he could feel the way his cock strained beneath his tight boxers, pressing into the naked flesh of your thigh.

“please what, baby? don’t go dumb on me yet,” he practically purred at the way your thighs trembled at the slightest touch, a whimper passing your lips as he toyed with your pussy, using nothing but his thumb to press your sensitive clit down. “use your words for me.” you wanted to, but it seemed impossible. you eased yourself into his touch, trying to get as much friction as possible. you could feel the way his hard cock pressed itself into your skin, begging for some sort of relief.

you needed to give in, to give him what he wanted. “please, joonie,” you repeated, wiping away the tears that were blurring your vision. “please fuck me, please.” it seemed to be enough for him to give in, your cries shooting straight through his dick. after what could’ve been at eternity to you, his fingers finally wrapped themselves around your panties, tugging them down your thighs.

the cool air reacted with the overwhelming warmth that flooded your core, sweeping over your sopping cunt. he hadn't planned on looking away, and he sure wasn't going to. his eyes fall on your pussy, now on display for him and nobody else to see. “see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his tone was taunting, mocking the fact that you had given in so quickly, but you didn’t care. all you wanted was to have him, to feel him.

his hand left your clit and slid down to his cock, stroking it lightly through the fabric of his boxers. “you’re so eager, aren’t you?” he whispered, his eyes darkening with lust. your cheeks flushed red as he pulled down the waistband of his boxers, his cock springing free. it was big, much bigger than you had anticipated. it wasn’t your first time seeing him, but you never seemed to get used to it. a wave of excitement and fear washed over you, but you were too far gone to turn back now.

you nodded, biting your bottom lip as he lined up his cock with your entrance. he was gentle at first, pushing the tip in just enough to tease you. “you’re so tight, baby. this okay?” he whispered, his voice thick with want. you nodded again, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance. you felt like you could come from just that small gesture, your body was so sensitive.

his grip on your hips tightened as he began to push in deeper, inch by inch. your eyes watered as you felt yourself stretching around his size, trying to accommodate him. “fuck, joon,” you breathed out, the pain mixing with pleasure. he didn’t stop, instead he picked up the pace, his cock sinking into you until he fully bottomed out. “you’re doing so good, baby. you’re taking me so well,” he praised, his voice strained. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in slow, firm circles as he began to move his hips. tears blurred your vision as you accompanied this thrusts, your legs working to help you bounce. he held your hips, hands working over the flesh of your ass as he watched you struggle to take him whole.

his cock was thick and long, the head hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. “oh my god, joon,” you moaned, throwing your head back. he grinned, his eyes never leaving yours. “you’re so beautiful when you’re taking my cock like this. tell me how good it feels,” he urged. your cheeks burned at his words, but you couldn’t help but admit it. “it feels so good, so full,” you whined, the pleasure building with each stroke.

his hands slid up to your waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties to keep them out of the way. he bucked his hips up, meeting your downward motion with more force. the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your whimpers of pleasure. “that’s it, ride my cock, baby. just like that,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving your face. your hands moved to his chest, nails digging into his flesh as you picked up speed. you felt like you were going to explode from the inside out.

his cock hit you so deep that you could feel it in your stomach, the sensation overwhelming. your pussy was so wet that it was making obscene sounds with every movement. “you’re so wet for me, baby. so tight and warm. can’t believe how good you feel around me,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. his hips began to rock into you faster, his strokes becoming more erratic as he approached climax. “i’m gonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up,” he warned. you leaned forward, your breasts bouncing in his face as you whispered, “please, namjoon. want all of you inside me.” his eyes rolled back in his head, and with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into you. the feeling of his warm cum filling you up was indescribable, making your orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave.

you collapsed onto him, his cock still twitching inside of you. your breathing was heavy, and your body felt like jelly. he kissed the side of your neck, his hands stroking your back soothingly. “you’re amazing, baby. i knew you could take it all,” he said, his voice filled with pride. your cheeks flushed at his praise, but you couldn’t find the energy to speak. you just lay there, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through your body.

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the studio was his safe spot, the place he spent a majority of his time. whether he was in the middle of producing a song, or writing a lyrical draft, he found peace in the comfort of the studio. you had nothing against it, you understood his love for music better than anyone, and you often found yourself keeping him company while he worked. he thought of you as more than his girlfriend, you were his muse. he enjoyed his time in the studio more when you were around, even if it was just to keep him silent company.

other times, however, the company was less silent. YOONGI often found himself in a haze of frustration. sometimes, his brain refused to be as persistent as he wanted it to be, which led to sloppier lyrics and various pieces of paper crumbled up and discarded. you knew he had it rough, that he so desperately strived to give it his all and, in return, receive the perfection he craved. it was one of those days, unfortunately. his brain had fogged up, and he didn’t know where to go from there. he was stuck, and in desperate need of release. this time, in more ways than one.

“fuck, just like that,” his cock was heavy against the flat of your tongue, hard and intimidating as his angry, red tip leaked into your mouth. you did more than keep him company, you gave him your all. he appreciated it, you could tell by the way his eyes rolled back as his fingers tugged at your hair, hips bucking upward for you. his desk was cluttered with notes and empty cups of coffee, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of sweat. you didn’t care. you liked this side of him, the side that was raw and human. you liked how he forgot to be the stoic and composed artist when he was lost in the moment with you.

his breath hitched as you took him deeper, your throat tightening around his thickness. your eyes watered, but you didn’t dare pull away. it was your way of saying sorry for not being able to help him earlier. for not knowing the right words to say or the right notes to play. his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his other hand found yours, threading your fingers together in a silent plea for comfort.

his thighs began to tremble, and you knew he was close. your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked harder, and his curses grew louder. “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, his voice hoarse from the strain. you felt a thrill in knowing you had that power over him, that you could pull him out of his head and into the present. so, you kept going. your lips were swollen around the base of his cock, travelling up and down as you sucked him in, the sensation of your mouth wrapped so tightly around him almost too much to bear. your free hand cupped his balls, fondling them and lightly pressing as you sucked him off, the sounds of slurping obscene as you came up after every bob of your head, just to press the tip of your tongue into his slit.

his hand tightened around yours as he finally started to come undone, spurts of hot cum hitting the back of your throat. you swallowed it all, eyes locked on his. he watched you, his expression a mix of pleasure and relief. once he was done, he sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. “thank you,” he murmured, the tension in his voice dissipating.

you looked up at him, a smile playing on your lips as you licked him clean. “anything for you, yoongi,” you whispered, standing up to kiss him. he tasted like salt and satisfaction. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap. his lips were gentle now, a definite contrast to the roughness of your earlier activity. “let’s take a break,” he suggested, his voice still thick with lust. “you’ve earned it.”

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everybody had their limites and boundaries. you knew when those boundaries could fade and crash just as well. you were perfectly aware of your capabilities, of how much you could take and handle. you made the choice not to push your limits, to not work yourself to the brink of exhaustion. HOSEOK knew just as well about how much you could handle, he was well aware of your physical boundaries, but he pushed them more than he cared to admit. for the most part, you didn’t mind, but he had a way of getting to you, making a mess of you.

“no more, i can't,” you felt the tears slip down your cheeks as your head spun, the beat of your heart quickening as you felt your fourth orgasm of the hour creep up. hoseok hummed against your slick cunt, his tongue lapping away at your slick. he kept his eyes open, just to get the picture perfect view of your abused cunt, red and swollen, yet it was wet with desire, still calling out to him. “you can do it, come on,” he murmured softly, his tongue flicking your overstimulated bundle of nerves in a way that had you crying. “you can cum for me, can’t you?” you felt weak, like the weight of the world was in your arms, yet you could still feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

his eyes flickered up to yours, looking for the usual spark of lust and need. instead, he saw something different. something that made his heart drop a beat. your eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated, and your breathing was shallow. the need was still there, the want was still burning deep within you, but you were close to the edge of pain. hoseok knew he had to be careful. but he was selfish, so very selfish. his own desires clouded his judgment as he pushed for one more. his thumb circled your clit, pressing down hard as his tongue worked faster, fucking into your pussy like he wanted to taste every part of you. your hands fisted into the bed sheets, your body arching off the bed as you tried to escape the pleasure.

you felt the tremor in your legs, the beginnings of another orgasm crashing into you like a wave. hoseok’s eyes never left yours as he watched the desperation play out on your face. he knew you were close to breaking. he could feel your body tense up, the way your cunt was trying to clamp down on his tongue. he knew he had to give you relief. so he pushed harder, faster, until your eyes snapped shut and your back arched. a scream tore from your throat as your pussy clenched around his tongue, the walls fluttering as you came once more. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. he wanted to see how far he could push you, how much you could take before you truly broke.

the tremors subsided, your body going limp against the bed. hoseok’s tongue slowed, the pressure on your clit lightening until it was almost non-existent. your breathing was ragged, your chest rising and falling rapidly. he pulled away, looking up at you with a smug smile on his face. “see, i knew you could do it,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. but there was something else there, something darker. he was proud of himself, proud of how much he had pushed you. but as he looked at you, sprawled out and glistening with sweat and cum, he felt a twinge of guilt. maybe he had gone too far this time. maybe he had pushed too hard. but the way your chest still heaved, the way your cunt still spasmed around his thumb, told him that you hadn’t had enough. so he leaned in again, ready to give you one more, ready to push you to the edge once again.

his mouth found yours, the taste of your need still lingering on his tongue. he kissed you deeply, his thumb still playing with your sensitive clit, keeping you on the edge. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching up to pull him closer, needing more of him. you didn’t care about the pain anymore, all you could feel was the pleasure that he brought you. and so he continued, his kisses growing more demanding as he felt your body respond. he knew he could get one more out of you, he knew you wanted it.

his cock was hard and heavy against his stomach, begging for attention. hoseok broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at you. “turn over,” he ordered, his voice gruff with need. you complied, rolling onto your stomach. he climbed on top of you, his cock pressing against your wet pussy from behind. without preamble, he thrust into you, filling you up in one swift motion. you cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure as he began to fuck you. his hips slammed against your ass, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body. you felt your orgasm building again, and you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer.

but hoseok wasn’t done with you yet. he reached around, his hand finding your clit once again. he rubbed it in small, tight circles, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you in place as he fucked you hard and fast. you felt your pussy tighten around his cock, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. “yes, like that, baby, come for me one more time,” he groaned, his voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. and then it hit you, the most intense orgasm of the night. your body convulsed, your cunt clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. hoseok’s thrusts grew erratic as he felt you come, his own orgasm following closely behind. he filled you up, his cum mixing with your juices as he buried his face in your neck, panting heavily.

once he had caught his breath, he rolled off of you, his body slick with sweat. he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you nodded, your eyes still closed as you tried to process the intensity of what had just happened. you were okay. more than okay. you were alive, you were alive with pleasure, with passion. and as you snuggled closer to him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, you knew that it was what you wanted. it was what you needed. and as long as hoseok was there to give it to you, you would never say no.

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there was something so pretty about the way he was eager to give himself to you, about the sense of purpose he felt knowing he was all yours. he wanted you to do whatever it was you wanted to him, it made him livid. it was the same principle that made your pussy wet, the same thing that made you protective of him. he was so sweet, so fragile, and he was all yours. there was nobody he loved more, nobody he trusted more. he belonged to you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

his moans were light and airy, his touch feather-like, it was like he was afraid of hurting you. his eyes were slick with tears, his lips plump and wet with his own drool. he was like a lost puppy, one that was needier than the rest. he craved all of your attention, he wanted to feel you for the rest of his life. the thought of anybody else having you made him sad. not angry, just sad. it made his heart break and often drove him to tears, because he never wanted you to look at anyone else, let alone give them what you gave him.

JIMIN was sprawled on the bed, his hair slick with sweat as it stuck to his forehead. he was breathing heavily, eyelids heavy as he took in the sight of you, bouncing on his dick and using him for your pleasure. it drove him insane, how you used his dick to get off, and he could never get enough of it. he watched the way your tits bounced with every impact, your nails grazing his chest as you clenched around his cock.

you toyed with his nipples, the sound of his whimpers sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. he looked at you, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as you leaned in, pressing soft kisses to his face. “feel good, baby?” he nodded weakly in response, his dick throbbing at your low, seductive tone. his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your lips against his skin, clashing with the way you milked his dick, raw and dry. “too good,” he whispered, voice cracking. he couldn’t think, let alone speak.

you pushed back the sweaty hair from his face as you bounced on his dick, the sensation allowing you to freely convulse around him. no matter how sweet and shy he was, the sheer feeling of him hitting your sweet spot always made you moan with him. he was more sensitive than you, more gentle, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he made you feel good. his hands shyly cupped your tits, his small fingers toying with your nipples. he took note of the way you clenched around him, the way your mouth hung open at the feeling of him, it made him fall apart for you. he always fell apart for you.

his breath hitched as you leaned back, giving him a better view of his cock sliding in and out of you. you watched his expression as you rode him, his eyes widening with every movement. his pupils were blown out, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. you knew he was close, and the power it gave you was exhilarating. your hands squeezed his thighs as you sped up, his dick swelling within you. jimin’s eyes snapped to yours, a silent plea for release.

you leaned down, pressing your chest against his, and whispered in his ear, “cum for me, baby.” and with those words, he did. his cock twitched and pulsed, filling you up without any barrier between you two. the feeling was intense, the warmth spreading through your core as he came deep inside of you. jimin’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body going limp beneath yours as he let out a long, drawn-out moan.

his eyes snapped open and met yours, his chest heaving with exertion. there was something so raw about this moment, something so intimate that it made your heart race. jimin’s cheeks flushed even more, his eyes a mix of pleasure and fear as he felt you pulse around him. “you’re so perfect, baby,” you murmured, kissing him sweetly. his eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was truth. he was yours, and in this moment, you were his everything.

✧.*

there was something so frightening about the thought of being a mother. you couldn’t quite place what the reason was. maybe you didn’t want to go through the procedure, the pain and physical changes that came as the price. maybe you feared you wouldn’t be the ideal mother, the ideal wife. whatever the reason was, you knew you were afraid. it wasn’t to say that you’d never become one, maybe you would. maybe you'd change your mind, when the time was right.

your husband was the exact opposite. there was something about the thought of you—swollen, round and helpless with his baby in your belly, that absolutely drove TAEHYUNG insane. he often found himself fantasizing about it, about how he’d get to have a family with you, about how he’d be the perfect father to your babies. he never pressured you, but it was evident in more ways than one that he was desperate for it.

it didn’t go unnoticed by you, especially while he fucked you. he made it obvious in a way that had you re-considering your previous decision. the way his eyes lit up in a rabid, hungry way, all the while he fucked you. it was the way his thrusts were harsh and sloppy as he buried himself to the brim of your sobbing cunt, as if he was readying himself for dumping all the cum he had to give you into the deepest pits of your pussy. it was the way he let you know, whispering filth in your ear, breathing heavy against your neck before he finally came undone in an animalistic way.

“let me fill this pretty pussy up, make you a mommy,” he babbled on and on and on as he fucked you, hips slamming against your bare skin. you were too fucked out to register any of it, dumbed down to recognizing nothing but the feeling of him inside you. he was feral, his hands rosming everywhere as he filled you up with his dick. “need to cum inside, get you all swollen 'n pretty for me, please,” he practically begged, his fingers toying with your tits, before dropping down to your ass, cupping the sweet flesh. then, they pressed into the skin of your stomach. you whined as he continued to slam into you, fingers pressing into the spot where the outline of his cock appeared under the surface. he groaned as he kneaded the flesh, imagining it to be the same spot where he’d fill you up with his cum.

his eyes were glossed over, and he was lost in his own world of thoughts, the kind that had you clutching the sheets, biting your lower lip. “you’re gonna be so beautiful, swollen with my babies,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, as his cock grew thicker, pressing into your womb. your body felt stretched to the limits, but in a way that was almost too good to handle. the fear you once had was slowly morphing into something else—desire. something about the way he talked about it, the way he acted when he was close to finishing, had you craving it. you didn’t know if it was the thrill of the idea or just his overwhelming need that had you rethinking your stance on the matter.

his pace grew erratic, his breaths coming out in sharp pants as he neared the edge. you felt the familiar warmth building up inside of him, his cock pulsing in time with his racing heart. “fuck, i’m gonna—“ he cut off with a groan, the word lost in the haze of pleasure that clouded his mind. and without any warning, he pulled out, stroking his cock vigorously, painting your stomach with ropes of cum. he watched with a wild look in his eyes as the white fluid trickled down towards your pussy, mixing with your juices.

you both laid there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before he leaned in to kiss you, his mouth tasting faintly of mint and salt. “that was amazing, baby,” he whispered, kissing you softly. you nodded, feeling a strange emotion bubble up inside of you. was it excitement? maybe it was fear. or maybe, just maybe, it was the acceptance of a future you never thought you’d want. “i love you so much,” he said, his eyes searching yours. and in that moment, you knew you’d do anything to make him happy—even if it meant giving him the one thing you were most afraid of. “maybe we should talk about it,” you murmured, and he pulled back, surprise etched on his face. “about what?” he asked, his voice tentative. “about having kids. about you cumming inside me, tae,” you said, your voice stronger than you thought it would be. his eyes lit up, hope shimmering in their depths. “really?” and all you could do was nod, because maybe, just maybe, you were ready to face that fear head-on.

✧.*

having a high sex drive wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. it was only human to have urges, desires, ones that were in desperate need of being explored. you understood that feeling all too well. not because you felt it every hour of every day, but because you had a boyfriend who knew his way around that feeling.

it wasn’t entirely JUNGKOOK’s fault, some of it was yours. it had something to do with the way you managed to look perfect, all the time. you didn’t feel the same way, but that didn’t matter. not to him. not while he saw you through rose-tinted glasses he had no intention of removing anytime soon. it was the sole reason of him being horny, all the time. he didn’t want to give you the impression that he was using you, because that really wasn't the case. he just needed you, all the time.

“again?” you inquired, despite the lack of shock on your face. it was replaced by a look of amusement as jungkook stood behind you, his rock hard cock pressing into your ass as he kissed your neck. “just can't be serious.” he had already fucked you that day, maybe two or three times. you stopped keeping count. he made it his mission to fill you up the second he woke up, and before going to sleep. he wanted you to go to sleep with him on your mind, his touch lingering on your skin. he wanted you to feel him, every second of the day for as long as you could. this time, you were both in a public setting, a very compromising situation with nothing but the wall of a public bathroom separating you from the rest of the group.

his hands snuck under your skirt, gripping your ass firmly as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. his breath was hot and you felt your cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. “not here, kook,” you protested weakly, pushing your ass back into him slightly. his grip tightened and his teeth grazed your earlobe. “why not?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “i need you, right now.”

his other hand reached around, cupping your mound through your underwear. your body betrayed you, your legs involuntarily parting to give him better access. you gasped as his fingers found your clit, stroking it with a gentle yet firm pressure. the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing made your heart race, but jungkook didn’t stop. if anything, it only made him more eager.

his hand slid down, his fingers slipping inside your panties and touching your wetness. you bit your lip to keep from moaning. “you’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “can’t wait to feel you around me again.” without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as he kissed along your neck. you leaned back into him, trying to keep your balance as he played with your body.

the sound of the lock clicking into place was the only indication that you had any privacy. jungkook wasted no time, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply as his hand worked you over. you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach, straining against his pants. “i'll be quick,” he promised, his voice muffled by your kiss. “i just can't wait.”

his hand moved faster, your breath hitching with every stroke. you felt yourself getting closer, the tension building in your core. “right here, right now,” he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. “cum for me.” your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, washing over you as you moaned into his mouth. jungkook’s eyes widened in triumph, his hand never slowing down until your legs were trembling.

finally, he pulled away, his hand still resting on your thigh. “see?” he said, smirking. “it's always worth it.” you thought it was over, the humiliation you felt clashing with the pleasure, but it was far from over. your eyes widened as he struggled with his belt, dick hard in his jeans. no matter what, nor where, he needed to feel you.

his zipper was down in seconds, his cock springing free. it was hot and heavy in his hand as he stroked it. “spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. you did as told, your heart hammering in your chest. “wider.” his hand slid between your legs, his fingers spreading your folds open. he stepped closer, aligning himself with your entrance.

without any preamble, he thrusted into you, filling you to the brim. you bit your lip to keep from crying out, your eyes squeezed shut. he didn’t care who might hear, his only concern was the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. he fucked you hard and fast, his hips slamming into yours with an urgency that was almost violent. the sound of your bodies colliding echoed off the tiles, mixing with the occasional sound of someone walking by outside the stall.

you reached back, gripping his thighs to keep yourself steady as he fucked you. your knuckles turned white with the effort of staying quiet. it was so wrong, so risky, but that only added to the thrill. jungkook’s hand moved up to cover your mouth, muffling any noises you might make. “so good,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours. “so fucking good.” his thumb slipped into your mouth and you bit down on it, trying to keep quiet as he pounded into you.

his hand moved to your hip, holding you in place as he picked up the pace. you felt yourself climbing again, your body begging for release. “cum on my dick,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “i know you want to.” he was right because, just like that, you did. your pussy clenched around his cock as another orgasm rocked through you, your moan muffled by his hand. his eyes rolled back in his head as he followed, filling you up with his cum.

for a moment, you both just stood there, panting heavily. the sound of someone else entering the bathroom snapped jungkook out of his post-orgasm haze. he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. “let's go,” he said, his voice normal once more. “we don't want to keep them waiting.” he washed his hands and opened the door, leaving you to fix your clothes and make sure you looked presentable.

✧.*

a/n: monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday 7 days a week

skool luv affair (상남자) — kim namjoon (김남준)

(UPCOMING)

✧.* 18+

✧.* genre: rom-com, college au, smut

✧.* cast: kim namjoon, (y/n) (l/n), yu jimin (karina), kim seokjin, kim gaeul, jeon jeongguk, jackson wang, kim taehyung, park jimin

✧.* they'll always tell you to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. they'll never tell you about the ones in the middle.

Kim Seokjin (JIN): Recommendations Masterlist

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I'm just gonna throw this on the internet for y'all. Here are a lot of fics I've collected over the past couple of years of BTS SEOKJIN. So enjoy :) Idk if all the links work. Some works may have been deleted already. Also, some info might be missing. *Disclaimer: English is not my first language.*

Tags: © = My personal favorite, F = Fluff, A = Angst, S = Smut

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*Updated: 24-01-2022*

ONE SHOTS:

A Dose Of Relief - @bangtanlalaland (S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: The CDC’s hottest scientist so happened to be your lab partner. How much longer will it take until he has you begging for him? (Scientist!AU, Lab!Au)

Daydream - @joonie-beanie

Status: Completed

Word Count: 8.2k

Summary: Our literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios… Involving him.

Doe’s Peak - @inkedtae (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 20.1k

Summary: A series of reckless pranks leads to a dismissal from Hogwards and a new house guest. Two weeks of amity sessions end on a happier note than expected. (E2L!AU, Hogwards!AU)

Heat – @thewanderingalias (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 10k

Summary: He was there when you needed him most, and now, he needs you. (Werewolf!AU, A/B/O dynamics)

ILL-fated - @sketchguk (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 12.7k

Summary: Kim Seokjin is the bane of your existence. There’s just something about him that annoys you to the core. But after being forced to spend a weekend with him for a film project, you learn that there’s more than meets the eye hidden behind his persona. (Camboy!Seokjin, College!AU, E2L!AU)

Fast Lane - @yminie (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 20.6k

Summary: “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap. (FormulaOneRAcer!Jin, PitCrew!Reader, E2L!AU)

Gold Embers Touch The Blue Veil – @magicalsalamander (©, F, A, S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 19.5k

Summary: Your grandparents were refugees of the Southern Water Tribe after the start of the 100 year war. Lost without a home your family blended in at the Fire Nation’s Capital forgetting the ways of being a water bender. For generations, your family blended, but that was until you. You broke every single rule. Seokjin, the son of a General in the Fire Nation Army, was royal by military status. He always knew something was off about you, he could sense it in his chi. What happens when he sees something he’s not supposed to?

Golden Boy – @kpopfanfictrash (S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 9.2k

Summary: The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.

Let Go – @ot7always (F, S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend spent so much energy taking care of others. Wasn’t it time for someone to take care of him? (College!Au, EstablishedRelationship!AU)

My Type – @floralseokjin (F, S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You take the college nerd’s virginity.

Pink Panter – @gimmesumsuga (S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 13k

Summary: The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are. (Hybrid!AU, Boss!Seokjin)

Plage – @minflix (F, S) -> Deactivated :(

Status: Completed

Word Count: 10k

Summary: The captain of Yonsei University’s swim team Kim Seokjin is pretty much head over heels in love with Y/N - the manager of his swim team. Too bad he can never seem to tell her how important she is to him because around her, the suave champion swimmer is like a fish out of the water.

Play Hard – @honeymoonjin (S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary: Every one of your friends in the industry told you when you were starting out that the secret to fame was kim seokjin. Every person that had subbed under him in his exclusive ‘play hard’ webseries had quickly become a sought-after name in porn. The only catch? You had to survive him first. (Pornstar!AU, ProDom!Jin)

Pride And Fidget Spinners – @kpopfanfictrash (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 18.6k

Summary: Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his world into chaos.

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served… Hot? – @tayegi (©, F, S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 17.1k

Summary: When your roommate keeps you up late at night with her noisy rendezvous with male overnight guests, you and Seokjin team up to plot your revenge… How? With a taste of her own medicine, of course.

Royally Fucked – @couture-kookie (©, S, F, A) -> Moved to @nayutai (fic deleted)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 14.8k

Summary: Kim Seokjin is a royal asshole. Literally. As the only heir to the throne of Cirenth he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants it. The only obstacle in his way is you, his rigidly moral assistant. He outranks you on both the social and hybrid hierarchies yet a shiver of fear runs down his spine whenever your claws come out. One rude interruption too many is the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he decides he must rid himself of you once and for all. (Royal!AU, CrownPrince!Seokjin, PA!Reader)

The Pretenders – @tayegi (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 12.3k

Summary: Unlike most wolf men his age, Jin does not really mind going into heat. They usually run smoothly, but this year almost everybody is out of town to attend an inter-pack territory meeting. So, he contacts an acquaintance from the past.

SERIES:

Kitchen Confidential - @glitter-kookiedough (F, A) -> moved to @yoonjinkooked

Status: Completed

Word Count: 24.8k (4 Chapters)

Summary:  After years of annoying the life out of you, your rival, Kim Seokjin, pushes you a step too far and he knows it. As angry and resentful as you are, you don’t realize that something has been brewing under the surface for years. This weekend, that will change.

(Not) The Love Of My Life - @joonsdiary (F, A)

Status: 4/? Chapters (Ongoing)

Word Count: 20.1k (4 Chapters)

Summary: After losing ownership of your hotel to the satan-spawned ceo-to-be, Kim Seokjin, you are forced by the powers that be (your parents) into marrying him. You agree under the assurance that you won’t be out of your job, but with the title of manager instead of owner. As it turns out, he has other plans and approaches you with a proposal that’s hard to refuse. (ArrangedMarriage!AU, CEO!jin, Hotelier!Reader)

Peach Parfait - @jamaisjoons (©, S, F)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 37k (2 Chapters)

Summary: You and Seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at bighit academy of culinary arts. (EnemiesToLovers!AU)

The NewsCasters - @jimlingss (©, F, S)

Status: Completed

Word Count: 45.4k (4 Chapters)

Summary: When Local and Celebrity news has to fight head on, who knows who will win. All you do know is that Kim Seokjin, the arrogant bastard that he is, might give you a hernia before your job does. (Anchors!AU, Rivals!AU)

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I’m just gonna throw this on the internet for y'all. Here are a lot of fics I've collected over the past couple of years of BTS. So enjoy :) Idk if all the links work. Some works may have been deleted already. Also, some info might be missing. *Disclaimer: English is not my first language.*

*Updated: 24-01-2022*

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@dovechim (Masterlist)

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@jincherie (Masterlist)

@joonbird (Masterlist)

@joonlagoon -> moved to @btgalaxy (Masterlist)

@kpopfanfictrash (Masterlist)

@personasintro (Masterlist)

@sunshyngal (Masterlist)

@tayegi (Masterlist)

@yminie (Masterlist)

@fortunexkookie (Masterlist)

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@sun-moon-n-yunho (navigation) -> deleted

@recs-by-xherxx (Navigation)

@bangtantaegi -> moved to @sopeverse (Navigation)

@ggukkieland (Navigation)

@creatorspalace (Navigation)

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Sneak peek for an upcoming one-shot!

Just a little sneak peek for an upcoming one-shot I’ve been working on for our beloved Seokjin! Get excited!!!

ONE-ON-ONE: Kim Seokjin One-Shot

What better than a Seokjin One-shot when we are missing our moon? Hope you guys enjoy this little slice of Seokjin to refuel your soul.

{Main Pairings:} Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 7,700 Words

{Genre:} Office Romance: CEO/Employee

{Summary:} An annual office banquet has some of your coworkers glorified while you sit lacking the recognition you know you deserve. When your best friend convinces you to let loose, you end up falling into bed with a handsome stranger for a night of drunk sex.

{Warnings:} Smut, Sexual Content, Language, Alcohol, Degradation, Drunk Sex, Office Sex, Impact Play

Deep reverberations echo throughout the hotel ballroom as the bass of the loud music thumps against your ear drums. Your eyes shift amongst the elegantly decorated space, your company's logo proudly displayed on the screens dressing the small stage in the back center of the space. You shift your gaze to one of your coworkers proudly clasping a plaque with the words Employee of the Year etched into the metal plaque accompanying the marble. 

You shake your head as you watch him act obnoxiously surprised about the entire situation. “Can you believe Taehyung actually got Employee of the year?” 

“Well, he spends all of his time kissing the CEO's ass. Of course, he was going to win.” You hear someone mutter beside you as your eyes find the sight of your best friend as she downs yet another glass of expensive champagne. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as she shamelessly indulges in all of the free alcohol she could possibly consume without blacking out drunk. “Margo, should you really be drinking that much at a company party?” You lift a brow suspiciously as she waves off your comment with a flick of her wrist. 

“We’re off the clock.” She offers as her defense, lifting her shoulders nonchalantly as she glances down at the untouched glass of champagne in your hands. “You know, you should really let loose for once.” She suggests, nudging into you as she peers around at the selection of men in suits. “Who knows, you might even find someone to fuck.”

You feel your cheeks flush beet red as your eyes widen from her vulgar remarks. “Margo!” You quickly smack your hand against her shoulder, glancing around to see if anyone overheard her ludacris ideas. 

“Ow.” She groans, rubbing her palm against the flesh of her arm to soothe the gentle sting from your assault. “When’s the last time you actually slept with a man?” She raises a brow accusingly, knowing your ammunition for this argument is nonexistent. She was right. It’s been months since your most recent breakup and while others moved on with their lives, you dedicated your free time to your career simply to avoid the pressures of dating. 

Your silence was the clarification she was waiting for as she wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to her. “Half of these men don’t even work in our department. It’s not like you’ll have to see them again after tonight.” She offers, lifting her eyebrows suggestively as she spots a handsome blonde glaring at her from across the room. “Well, if you’re not going to indulge, I will.” She hums happily as she pushes past you to seek out the company of a new possible conquest. 

You watch her parade through the crowd, overwhelmed by her reluctance to let you forget that you overwork yourself and overthink situations like tonight. Would it really be that bad to enjoy a night of pleasure with a complete stranger? You glance down at your attire, noticing that your cream-colored ribbed sweater vastly differs from the daring necklines adorning the bodies of other women attending the party. While you also sported a flirtatious business-appropriate pencil skirt, the others seemed to have an elevated sense of sexual confidence compared to your own. 

You sigh as you shake off the thoughts, bringing your glass to your lips, tipping your head back as you take a sizable swig of champagne, and cringing slightly as the sting of alcohol hits your throat. You bravely down the remainder of your glass, feeling the warmth of the beverage radiate in your chest as your irises shift to find the open bar at the back of the ballroom. You lean against the lavish bartop, placing your glass down in search of something to help distract you from the vast array of men parading around you. “A lemon drop please.” 

You press your forearms against the edge of the counter, letting a drawn-out sigh escape your lips, your mind whirling with all of the efforts you made this past year to advance your role at the company. While kissasses like Taehyung were rewarded for their annoying persistence, hard workers like yourself ended up with another year of tireless work to receive little to no recognition. 

Once the bartender offers you the sweet yellow liquor that was swishing deliciously inside a martini glass, you quickly grab ahold of the glass, thanking the bartender before moving to the side to allow others to place their order. You sit upon one of the stools lining the bar as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips, sucking in the dangerously easy liquid to drink as the warmth in your chest continues to grow. 

As you place your glass down on the bar top, you hear a boisterous laugh resounding over the chatter of the party's ambiance, causing you to snap your head in its direction. Your hues settle on Taehyung who is obnoxiously thanking a group of individuals that just complimented him on his win. You can’t seem to place the men surrounding him except for one. The chief executive of the office has his arm draped around Taehyung’s shoulders, patting him on the back as he proposes a toast to the man who supposedly caused the company so much growth. 

Your eyes shift onto one of the strangers beside them, noticing every one of his devilishly handsome features as you peer in his direction. You can’t seem to recognize him, scanning your mind for which department he might be from. You watch as the CEO continues on his journey to mingle, leaving Taehyung surrounded by a few men from the tech department and the mystery man that seems to be drawing your attention to him despite Taehyung’s obnoxious presence. 

“What can I say? It must just come naturally to me.” Taehyung proudly boasts as his ego swells from the amount of attention he is receiving. You can’t help but roll your eyes, not realizing that the subtle movement of your pupils caught the attention of your mystery man. You glance back down toward your glass, taking another sip to drown out your growing jealousy, knowing that you were the one deserving of the recognition. 

Just as the rim of your glass left your lips and the sting of the alcohol added to your tipsy demeanor, you notice a presence hovering beside you, turning to find the handsome stranger who took initiative to seek you out. His back was pressed into the bar as he leaned against the structure, peering in the opposite direction from you as he studied Taehyung. “Seems like he has quite the ego.” 

His comment causes you to chuckle sarcastically, the alcohol in your system allowing you to speak your mind more so than you typically would. “Please, there's not enough room in here for anyone else’s ego when he's around.” You mutter, lifting your glass to take another jealousy-drowning sip. 

You hear a charming laugh echo from beside you, peering up from your glass to see his friendly gaze was now studying your demeanor. “I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m Seokjin.” He offers you an extending hand as you hesitantly place your glass back onto the counter. 

His hand feels calloused and soft all at once, feeling the flex of his muscles as he offers you a sturdy handshake. His torso is dressed in a freshly pressed button-down with a few buttons left unfastened to create an alluring view of his chest. There was a simple pair of black frames resting on the bridge of his nose, only enhancing his model-like physique as he leans forward to speak to you over the loud environment. “And you are?” He continues on, realizing that you’ve been ogling the sight of his handsome features versus actually answering him. 

“I’m y/n.” You quickly stutter, wishing you could slap yourself for looking so foolish. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles at the sound of your name, releasing your hand before gesturing towards the bartender. 

“I haven’t seen you around. Which department do you work for?” You ask curiously, taking another sip of your drink as the alcohol continues to give you the much-needed courage to speak to such an attractive individual.

“I’m new to the company actually.” He answers quickly, keeping his gaze on the approaching bartender as he turns his body to face the bar. “My first day is tomorrow.” He peers towards you, wondering how you’ll react to his statement, thankful that the alcohol seems to be preventing you from thinking about it much further and asking more questions. 

“An old-fashioned please, and another lemon drop for the lady.” He adds charmingly, causing your cheeks to flush as he offers you a flirtatious glance and smirk. 

You peer down at your glass realizing that through your annoyance with Taehyung, you managed to drink the entire beverage. You peer back at Seokjin, instantly floored by the way his handsome physique morphed into the same look a hunter would give his prey. “I’ll have you know, the “buying the girl a drink” tactic doesn’t work on me.” You bravely announce as the alcohol in your system begins to cloud your judgment. 

Seokjin merely smirks in your direction, his gaze flicking up and down your body as he leans his elbows into the counter. “Hm, and what does work on such a stunning woman like yourself?” 

You feel your mouth go dry as you choke back your surprise, realizing that this handsome man was genuinely flirting with you. You can’t help but think back on Margo’s words. Maybe tonight would be the night you actually allow yourself to indulge in some well-deserved fun. After all, it’s not like you’d cross paths with this man again which is why you add with a sensual flare to your voice, “That’s for me to know, and for you to figure out.”  

Seokjin let a growl fester in his throat as he grasps his drink from the counter, holding it up to offer you a toast. “I’ll get right on it.” 

—

The sound of the hotel door slamming shut causes you to jolt in Seokjin’s arms as you both become a mixture of tongue and teeth, savagely making out with each other from your elevator ride up to the room. Neither of you imagined getting lost in the sensations of a stranger after a celebratory evening to honor your company's successes. Thankfully Seokjin already had a reservation for the evening, allowing you both to slip away from the party without being noticed. 

You feel the breath get knocked from your lungs as your back surges against the wall of the hotel room, completely pinned in place as Seokjin begins to trail his lips beyond the borders of your lips along your jawbone. You gasp at the mere force of his desire, hijacking any logic remaining in his mind as you both become a swirl of intoxicated lust. “Let’s get this sweater off of you.” He hums against your skin as his hands trail up your sides, pushing the fabric along with his hands as he tugs it up and over your head. 

He lets out a deep groan at the sight of your lace bra, providing him with a delicious display of your breasts perfectly accentuated by your choice of undergarments. “Damn, you look perfect.” His voice dips smoothly as his eyebrows pull together, taking in the image of you displayed before him.

He leans back in to continue kissing you. “Turn around.” You hear him breathe against your neck as his lips trail down towards your shoulders, his hands gripping your waist as he helps guide you to face the wall, pressing your chest and stomach into the solid surface. His hands flirt with the edge of your pencil skirt, finding the zipper that was tucked in the back as he effortlessly tugs it down. 

It doesn’t take long for the material to loosen from your hips as it slips to the floor, revealing the matching panties you suddenly felt so thankful to have chosen to wear under your modest attire. “What a sight, sweetheart.” You hear his enthusiasm as his hands travel down your hips, feeling a sharp sting as a groan erupts from his chest at the sight of your ass jiggling from his tap. 

You feel heated under his gaze, peering back over your shoulder. “What, am I the only one undressed?” You’re thankful for the liquid courage as you turn to face Seokjin, watching as his hands release his pawing at your flesh while he moves to unbutton the fabric, keeping you from witnessing more of him. 

He moves slowly, taking his time as each release of a button allows you another small glimpse of his figure. You find your eyes glued to his hands, watching the veins in his arms flex as moves his attention to the next one. 

You find yourself desperate to run your hands across his chest, bravely moving to aid him in undressing himself as he smirks in satisfaction. You knew his slow pace was his method of teasing you, thrilled to see his strategy working as you practically clawed his dress shirt from his torso. 

“Someone’s eager to get fucked.” His smirk is teasing however he wasn’t wrong. It’s been far too long since you’ve enjoyed the company of a man and you’d be damned if you let this handsome specimen walk out without having his way with you. 

Once you tug the fabric of his shirt off his body, you move your attention to his pants, your fingers helplessly fiddling with the clasp of his belt. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your impatience only adds to the sexual frustration building within you, eager to have Seokjin pound you into the sheets of the king bed waiting just beyond the threshold. 

“Oh, trust me.” His voice darkens as he dips his hand down to your ass, grasping your thighs to guide you into his arms as he wraps your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so damn good, you’ll be seeing stars.” 

Your body ignites in an insatiable heat as he walks you toward the bed, savagely conquering the air from your lungs as he drops you into the plush comforter, crawling on top of you as if he was ready to devour every inch of your body. 

—

The dull pounding in your head serves as a brutal reminder of your choices the previous evening, your hangover hitting you harder than you anticipated as you sit awaiting this morning’s staff debriefing. You swivel your chair back and forth as your head rests in your palms, grateful that you were amongst one of the first to arrive in the conference room. 

As each of your relevant coworkers enters the space, you flash them a warm smile despite the urge to stand up to shut off the lights, hoping your coffee and headache medication kicks in sooner rather than later. 

You hear the click of the conference room door once again, peering up to find Margo walking in with her usual finesse. You shrink in your chair as she seeks out the available seat beside you, grinning mischievously as she places her coffee down in front of her. “You look terrible.” She hums in amusement, raising her eyebrows as she overlooks the strain of your eyes against the fluorescent lighting of the office. She notices the after-sex glow accompanying your headache, her eyes widening as she pokes your side persistently. “Oh my gosh!” She gasps, lowering her voice to whisper closer to your ear. “You got laid, didn’t you?” 

You flash her an annoyed glare, smacking the backside of your hand against her arm. “Margo, seriously?”  You groan, peering around to see if any of your other coworkers noticed the exchange, thankful to find them all invested in conversations with others and peering down at their devices. 

“What?” She retaliates before shifting her chair to face you. “Who was it? Was he handsome?” She continues to pester in a hushed tone as you drop your face into your hands, accepting that there was no way she’d let you get away without telling her. 

“He's new to the company.” You admit softly, keeping your voice low enough for just her ears to hear. 

Her eyes brighten with pride, glad to see you finally took her advice and let loose. “What was his name? Was the sex good?” She teases, nudging your side gently with a wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Margo…” You scold before seeing the childlike glee plaguing her face. You shake your head, giving into your best friend's charm as a blush creeps over your face. “Seokjin.” You confirm before biting your bottom lip gently.

“And the sex?” She continues on her route of pursuit, causing you to laugh in amazement at her relentlessness. 

Your mind flashes back to every delicious memory from your dalliance with the stranger, causing even more heat to flush over your features. “Really good.” You admit, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. 

You hear Margo’s soft chuckle from beside you as you’re left with the memories of your heated drunk sex. Your skin crawls at the recollection of Seokjin’s touch against your skin, vivid images of the way he commanded your body swirling in your mind. 

The conference room door clicks open again as Taehyung walks in with a prideful gleam on his face from earning his new title at the company banquet. He ends up taking the empty seat across from you, flashing you an arrogant boxy smile before turning his attention to mingle with the man beside him. You glance over to Margo, catching her gaze before rolling your eyes. 

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s get this meeting started.” You hear as you watch Mr.Kim enter the room. Both you and Margo twirl in your seats to face the table as you open your notepad and take hold of the pen right beside it. Your eyes trace your notebook, expecting a typical morning meeting before your boss suddenly addressed the group as an entirety. “Before we get started, I’d like to formally announce my immediate retirement.” 

The room fills with gasps of surprise, some genuine while others were blatantly exaggerated merely to fluff the ego of the chief executive officer.  You sit back in your chair, stunned by the news as the men and women around you begin to pose questions and express their dismay at the sudden change in management. You glance towards Margo whose face is turned away from the rest of the table as you see her mouth moving to express her sentiments. “About time.” 

You chuckle softly as you reach for your coffee, bringing the paper cup to your lips to take a sip of the much-needed caffeine. You see the door open once more, not paying much attention to whoever walks in as you shift your eyes down to your coffee cup. The warm liquid is the perfect distraction from the sudden news as you let the caffeine wake you up before Margo’s voice captures your attention. “Who’s that?” You hear Margo mumble from beside you, lifting your gaze to find a man in a tailored suit entering the room. Your eyes study his features for a moment, the familiar exquisite details of the man causing your heart to sink to your stomach as he moves to stand directly beside your former boss. 

You instantly bite back your gasp of surprise as you quickly place down your coffee cup, lifting your notebook to conceal you behind the blank pages. “Shit.” You breathe to yourself as you slide down in your chair to further hide behind your notebook. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was just a coincidence. There was no way this man could possibly be who you were thinking of. 

The now-former CEO continues with his announcement, “With that, I’d like to introduce the man taking my position.” He turns his attention towards your mystery man from the night before, feeling your cheeks flush red behind the shield of your notebook. “My son, Kim Seokjin.” You hear him continue, dread seeping through your limbs as his name confirms your worst nightmare. 

Margo quickly catches on to your efforts to conceal yourself, her eyebrows raising as she leans into you to whisper in your ear. “What are you doing?” She didn’t spare the judgment in your tone and glare as you continue to horribly slouch, embarrassment eating at you from within. 

“That’s the guy.” You whisper, helplessly trying to keep your voice down. 

Margo glances around, confused by your frantic tone. “What guy?” 

You groan quietly, peering up over your notebook to see the men occupied in a conversation with the others. “That guy from yesterday.” You admit, speaking in hushed tones to keep your scandal on the down low, your voice clearly laced with the pain and humiliation of admitting that you had shameless drunk sex with the son of the owner of the company. Not to mention, he was now suddenly taking over his father’s position. 

Margo’s eyes become wide as she peers back over to Seokjin, taking in the sight of him. “Damn girl, he’s fine as hell.” She whispered back, being cautious not to attract their attention. “You didn’t tell me you slept with our new CEO.” 

Your mind whirls a mile a minute as you try to grasp your bearings, desperately clinging to your sanity. You fucked your boss. Worst, you fucked the new owner of the company, allowing him to savage you as if you were some needy slut. Now you needed to face him in a professional environment when all you could imagine was him pounding you into the hotel bed just hours prior to this meeting. 

“You think I would’ve if I’d known?” You hiss, offering her a glare that could slice through the tension in the air. “Fuck my life.” You groan as you feel the panic hijack your sympathetic nervous system. This is exactly why you never listen to Margo’s wild ideas. She’s the one who encouraged you to let loose and have fun with a stranger that you’ll most likely never see again. Of course with your luck, that stranger would become your new boss. 

“I’m getting fired.” You whisper to yourself, imagining how awkward it’s going to be once you lower your notebook and you make eye contact with the stupidly handsome Seokjin. Why did you have to pick him out of all the strangers to fuck endlessly into the night?

“Stop being dramatic, you’re not getting fired.” Margo rolls her eyes as you twist your chair to face her. 

“I’m going to repent and become a nun.” You confess dramatically, using it as your only form of defense and comfort to prevent you from spiraling out of control. 

Margo looks at you with judgment, a smirk pulling at her lips. “I don’t think they accept nymphomaniacs.” 

Your mouth hangs open at her words, stunned to hear her use such words in relation to your character. You let yourself slide down in your seat further, hating yourself for being so foolish. 

You become lost in your worries, completely overwhelmed by the thoughts murdering your subconscious that you forget you’re in the middle of a department meeting. While your panic keeps you distracted, you fail to realize that the meeting continued on despite your spiral into madness as each employee shared important information about the company and current standings. 

You feel a sharp pinch on your side, hissing in pain as Margo glares in your direction. “Y/n!” She interrupts your thoughts, causing you to place your notebook down only to see everyone surrounding the table staring in your direction as if awaiting an answer to a question. 

Your eyes hesitantly shift towards Seokjin, finding a mixture of shock and amusement flicker over his features before he leans forward to place his elbows on the table. You quickly shrink in further embarrassment as you apologize for your distraction. 

“Would you care to share this week’s financial gains, Ms. Y/n?” You watch as Seokjin speaks in a condescending tone, leaving you festering with a variety of emotions as you try to grab your bearings, mostly wishing you could smack the look off of his handsome little features. His eyes meet your gaze, almost stunning you with his dominance as he easily takes over the position of being your boss, causing a building heat between your legs from the eye contact. 

“My apologies. Of course.” You speak softly, glancing over at your coworkers before retrieving the graph you put together earlier. While your mouth begins to share the numbers and statistics displayed before you, your eyes focus on the paper, refusing to find Seokjin’s gaze as you try to think about a way to get yourself out of this mess. Unfortunately for you, the remainder of the meeting becomes an exchange of glances between you and the man that completely conquered your body just the night before. 

—

The gentle tapping sound of your pen against your office desk echoes in your eardrums as your eyes intently stalk the clock of your desktop computer. You can’t help but feel restless as your mind whirls through the reality that the man that continuously plagues your mind since your heated dalliance the previous evening was with the son of the owner of your company. You peer down at your desk calendar, grinning in satisfaction as you cross off the various tasks you completed throughout the day in desperate attempts to keep your mind occupied. You tap your fingers against your computer's keypad, searching for your next task to keep you busy. 

You hear a gentle tap on the edge of your office door as you pause, peering up to find none other than your best friend staring through the thin crack of your door. “Have you talked to him yet?” She whispers as she quickly slid into the confinements of the four walls you call home at work.

“Absolutely not.” You admit, completely floored at the notion of speaking to him given the amount of embarrassment still causing you to cringe each time the thought of Seokjin flashes through your memories. 

Margo purses her lips together, leaning against the door as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Y/N, You can’t just hide in your office forever.” 

“Maybe not, but I plan on hiding out as long as I possibly can.” You admit proudly, knowing your plan has major flaws, however, the solitude of your office managed to conceal you for the day. 

Margo simply rolls her eyes as another soft series of taps echo from beyond the door. You watch as Margo shifts to the side, reaching towards the handle to tug open the barrier keeping your conversation from being overheard across the office. You’re surprised to see a familiar redhead secretary from across the hall smiling as she interrupts the flow of your day. 

“Excuse me, Y/N. Sorry to bother you.” She spoke unapologetically. “Mr. Kim would like a word with you in your office.” Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as the realization that there was no way you could possibly get out of this one. Maybe you could pretend you have a phone call, or take a more dramatic route and faint across the tattered carpet of your office. You quickly realize neither will work as you nod in agreement.

“I’ll be right over.” Your voice is less than enthusiastic as the woman disappears beyond the door. The click of the mechanism leaves you a trembling mess as your worst anxieties flare up. “That’s it. I’m getting fired.” You dramatically wave your arms about, coming to terms that this conversation was only going to end in you appearing immensely unprofessional for spreading your legs wide open for the new CEO of the company. 

Margo quickly smacks her lips together as she moves towards you, pulling you towards the door as you desperately attempt to retreat back into your computer screen. “Y/n, you’re going to have to face him sooner or later.” She complains, a soft groan escaping your lips as she manages to peel you from the comforts of your office chair. “Just bat your eyelashes. Maybe he’ll sleep with you again.” 

“Margo!” You holler in annoyance, dragging your palm across your face. 

“What? Think how cool it would be to say your fucking the big boss.” Her tone is unapologetic as a smirk invades the corner of her mouth, offering you a suggestive glance. 

“You’re impossible.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, knowing it was time to just rip off the bandaid and face your demons. You let a long sigh escape the barrier of your lips as you move forward to step out into the hallway, feeling your heart sink as you instantly miss the comfort of your shelter. There was no going back. You were going to walk into his office and deal with the return of your everlasting humiliation despite the part of you that wished you could crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. 

Your walk to his office seemed to drag, your steps purposefully slow as you stopped to acknowledge everyone and anyone to allow you a few more moments to think over your plan of attack. It wasn’t until you were faced with the sleek door with a plaque that read; Kim Seokjin chief executive officer, that your heart began to pound unreasonably fast. 

You muster up the courage to bring your fist to the door, knocking three times lightly in hopes he doesn’t hear and you can say you tried. Unfortunately for you, the door swings open to reveal the same handsome gentleman from the night before, properly dressed in a textured suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. Your cheeks instantly flush with heat as his eyes interlock with yours. 

“Ah, Y/n. Just the woman I was looking for.” His voice is velvety soft as if he is purring in your presence. While his tone is alluring, his demeanor is strictly professional, with not a hint of emotion reflecting off his stoic features. You blink at how easily his tone causes your thighs to press together, clearing your throat as you attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Your formalities almost cause you to choke on your words, the scandalous reality of the manner in which you addressed him the previous evening ghosting in your memory. 

You notice his jaw tense as you address him, his eyes darkening at the title that trails from your lips as he casually shifts to the side, motioning for you to join him. “Please, come in. There’s a matter which I’d like to discuss with you.” 

You gnaw nervously at the flesh inside your cheek, hesitating slightly before his grand office with large floor-length windows like the span of the room. You can’t help but admire how the natural lighting creates the perfect work environment, his office is decorated in minimalistic decor that creates a soothing and clean workspace. You spot a set of luxurious leather armchairs just in front of his desk, making your way to take a seat as you instantly cross your legs and tuck your ankle properly behind the other. 

You hear the click of his office door, glancing back to notice that not only was it shut to conceal you from the remainder of the building, but you were also now trapped inside with your undeniably handsome boss. Seokjin takes slow steps back to his desk as he sits back in the lavish lightly colored leather of his office chair, keeping his gaze on the neatly stacked papers lining his desk. 

He goes to speak however you decide to cut him off, you are nervous causing you to babble excessively. “Before you say anything. Yesterday was completely new for me. I’m not someone who usually gets that drunk, especially not at an office party.” You fidget with your fingers as your hands rest in your lap. 

His eyes seem to darken as he takes in your frantic demeanor, holding up his palm to silence your endless mumbles. “That’s not why I called you in here.” He tuts in mild amusement, pressing his elbows into his desk as he leaned over the impressive pile of paperwork you’ve submitted over the last year. “You’ve really outdone yourself in graphing and comparing all company expenses over the last year.” 

Your cheeks flush with further embarrassment as you nervously gnaw on your bottom lip. This was not how you expected this meeting to go. “Thank you.” You speak your words with confusion seeping from your tone, your body visibly relaxing once realizing this was simply a one-on-one meeting to discuss your work versus scolding you for your inappropriate actions the night before. 

Seokjin grins as he watches the tension leave your limbs at the pleasant turn of the conversation. “Truly, I’m impressed. I don’t see how my father overlooked these flaws in the company speeding.” He slips the glasses out from his dress shirt pocket, sliding them onto the bridge of his nose as his free hand grips the charts you've most recently submitted for approval. You sit uncharacteristically still, nervous to move at all as you observe him intently studying the data. “Y/n, how would you feel about managing company finances?” 

You blink in surprise, unable to prevent your jaw from hanging open. “Are you offering me a promotion?” You mutter stupidly, your cheeks only flushing further as an elated chuckle escapes the visual masterpiece’s lips before you. 

“Yes, y/n. I’m offering you a promotion. I think your work is excellent.” He continues on, removing his glasses from his handsome features as his eyes flicker back up to find yours. “Both on and off record.” His voice dips into a deliciously alluring tone, causing heat to fester between your legs as you press your thighs together. 

Your mind whirls in a flash of memories from the previous night, recalling all of the ways this man commanded your body with dominance and skill. How dare he suggest such scandalous thoughts while in a professional environment. Most importantly, how dare it cause you so much distress and excitement all at once.

You clear your throat, thankful for the opportunity presenting itself as you fidget in your seat. “I’d be honored to.” You speak confidently, trying to maintain your professionalism as you watch him press his hands to the top of his desk before standing up with a large grin painted over his features. 

“Wonderful. You’ll begin tomorrow.” He confirms, shifting to find the official document stating your change in title with the company as he places it before you. “I must warn you, it does come with a sizable raise.” There is almost a hint of mischief in his voice as your eyes glance over the document, noticing the increase in pay stated at the top of the document. “Just sign here.” 

Your eyes nearly bulge from their socket at the sight of the five-figure number stated at the top, closely nearly a six-figure range. “Is this really the pay?” You stutter, still processing the amount. He simply hums in acknowledgment as he towers over you before signing away your name, formally accepting the promotion. 

You gently place the pen down before standing up, reaching out your hand to offer him a formal handshake. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kim. You won’t be disappointed.” 

He happily accepts your gesture, a jolt of electricity coursing through your body as your hands come together. His handshake is strong and firm, your mind flashing back to the thought of them grasping at your waist causing a shiver to rake through your body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you visibly crumble from the close contact you’ve created. “I’m positive I won’t be.” He spoke arrogantly, leaving you both nervous to fail to meet up to his expectations while equally excited for the challenge. “Before you go.” His voice drops an octave while his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of you. “There’s one more thing I’d like to discuss with you.” 

—

“Oh my god!” You can’t help but scream out Seokjin’s praise as his dick effortlessly slides into you, suddenly feeling wonderfully full as his length drags against your velvet walls to stretch you out gloriously. 

Seokjin muffles your screams by latching his hand across your lips, gently applying pressure to keep you from disclosing the sinful activities occurring within his office. “Gotta stay quiet, sweetheart.” His luscious voice whispers in your ear as he pulls his length out only to thrust back into you, sending his tip deep within your pussy to hit against your cervix. 

 One minute he’s offering you the raise of a lifetime and the next, your sprawled about shamelessly on his desk as he fucks himself into you. You latch your lips together, desperately moaning behind the closed barrier as he quickens the pace, your back sliding against the top of his desk as he stands behind it, grasping your waist with his large hands to drag you back onto his cock. 

“That’s it, y/n.” He groans as he continues to harshly thrust himself into you. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk out of this office.” He hisses as he throws his head back at the sensation of your walls constricting around him, his words send you reeling as you desperately cling to the edge of the desk's surface. 

You feel the material of your pencil skirt bunched against your hips as your legs wrap tightly around his waist, guiding him deeper each time he presses forward to impale you on his length. You let another breathy moan slip through the fingers he has latched against your mouth. 

You feel the coils in your stomach tighten as he creates a deliciously maddening pace, each thrust against your cervix leaving you a trembling mess, crying out delusionally as the inevitable snap drives your orgasm over the cliff of your sanity. Your juices only aid in his assault, his dick sliding in and out smoother than before as he drags his length out, tugging at your waist to slide you off of his desk as your legs fall to either side of him.

Your head spins as you feel your body twist against the surface, the wood digging into your waist as Seokjin guides you onto your stomach, bending you provocatively over the edge of his desk. You groan in discomfort before all you can feel is the warmth of his hand sprawling against your hips to guide them apart as he quickly slides back into the warmth of your inviting pussy. 

The new position has you stretching out even more to accommodate his girth, your hand reaching forward to grasp the end of his desk as he slowly sheathes himself back into your warm folds. Just as Seokjin reestablishes a rhythm, the loud chime of his office phone echoes from beside you on the corner of the desk. 

You use your palms to push up from your position, feeling Seokjin press against your back between your shoulder blades to keep you as his hostage on his desktop. It was obvious he wasn’t finished with you yet and it didn’t matter if his phone was ringing or not. You feel your cheek press against the cool surface of the wood as he leans forward, his stomach pressing into your back as you feel his weight suffocating you against the table. 

“Keep your pretty little mouth shut.” He coos threateningly as he lifts himself back up, reaching for his phone as your face turns white from what was about to transpire. You try to move but feel his free hand holding the back of your hip against the table as he delivers one final harsh thrust of his dick that bruises your cervix. You whimper softly from the pain and the pleasure intermixed as his dominating voice suddenly morphs back into the friendly professional tone you’ve become used to during the workday. “This is Mr. Kim.” 

You feel his hips pause as he nonchalantly addresses the person on the other line, completely unbothered that his dick was currently buried deep inside your pussy that was deliciously laid about on his office desk. You can vaguely hear a soft voice through the telephone, wondering which unfortunate soul in the office was currently calling their boss while you were midsex in the middle of the workday. 

You feel faint from the embarrassment however begin to feel the ache between your thighs grow as you crave for his dick to resume movement within you. Why in the world would he answer a phone call in the middle of sex? More importantly, why the hell did it turn you on so much? You feel yourself become increasingly needy for him to fuck you, his dick still hard inside your pussy as you gently use your tiptoes to guide yourself on his length. 

You feel his grip on your hip tighten as he sends another harsh thrust into you, causing you to squeak softly in surprise as you latch your hand on top of your mouth to silence yourself. “Thank you for letting me know. Go ahead and redirect any further calls.” You’re amazed by how his voice is calm and collected through the phone despite you desperately trying to stimulate yourself on his cock. The idea of it kind of infuriates you. How is it that he was so unaffected by being sheathed inside you while on the phone? 

You bravely move your hips once again, hoping to cause a stutter in his voice. Your efforts are to no avail as he begins to fuck himself back into you, creating a rapid pace despite the fact that he was still on the phone. “I’m in a one-on-one.” He speaks casually before hanging up the phone, quickly sending his hand against your ass as a sharp sting causes you to yelp. The heat of his slap only causes your arousal to intensify, leaving you even more wet and needy for his attention. 

“I told you to be quiet.” He groans as he grabs your hips with both hands, snapping his hips harder, causing your body to bounce against his desk as the furniture begins to shake from his actions. “I didn’t realize you were such a slut for attention.” He groans, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as his knuckles turn white from grasping against his desk.

“Seokjin…I need you to cum.” You admit bashfully, not knowing how much of this treatment your body could take given your first orgasm, horrified by the juices allowing him to fuck you so effortlessly. 

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He teases mischievously as he leans forward to dig his hand through your hair, gripping a handful by your roots before gently tugging back to test your tolerance of his treatment. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as a pornographic moan leaps from your lips, the tugging sensation only adding to the rebuilding climax festering in the pit of your stomach. 

“Shit.” You moan helplessly as he tugs back harder, your head tilting back towards him as your stomach digs into the desk to arch your back. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck yes.” He groans, snapping his hips forward. “You take my dick so good.”

You feel yourself unraveling as another orgasm crashes into you, watching as your vision turns white in rapture from his deliciously rough treatment. His dick twitches in excitement as you feel his end, hearing him chant your name as he shoots his hot cum deep inside of you, continuing the smooth motions of his thrust to fuck his cum deep inside of you to prevent any mess.

You feel your body give out as you lay motionless on his desk, hearing the jingle of his belt clasp as he quickly tucks himself back into his dress pants to conceal any evidence of his foolery. You quickly push yourself up, equally attempting to tug down your skirt and adjust your panties to maintain your decency given you still had a few hours remaining of the work day. 

As you smooth over your skirt with your palms, you feel your face get cupped between Seokjin’s hands as he guides your face up to meet his handsome smirk. “Same time tomorrow?” His devilish grin leaves you hypnotized as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss onto your lips. You return his sudden affection before feeling your bottom lip become trapped within his teeth as he gently tugs your flesh. You moan at the sensation, causing a chuckle to reverberate from his chest as he coos in your ear, “Hmm, I can’t wait.” 

You roll your eyes, gently pushing him away as you finish adjusting yourself. “You’re insane to think that’ll happen again at work.” You try to play it off, feeling frustrated with yourself for allowing such a thing. You flick your gaze back up to find Seokjin placing his glasses back onto his face, licking his lips with anticipation as if completely ignoring your statement. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He grins as he peers up over his lenses, returning to find his seat in the lavish office chair that was pushed aside during your sudden dalliance with the boss. You go to retaliate, knowing it was hopeless. You simply collect yourself before heading back towards his office door, already missing his company as you set off to complete the remainder of your work. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Kim.” You speak through the smirk that tugs on your lips, shooting him a flirtatious glance before opening the door to head back toward your office. 

Sneak peek for an upcoming one-shot!

Just a little sneak peek for an upcoming one-shot I’ve been working on for our beloved Seokjin! Get excited!!!

ONE-ON-ONE: Kim Seokjin One-Shot

What better than a Seokjin One-shot when we are missing our moon? Hope you guys enjoy this little slice of Seokjin to refuel your soul.

{Main Pairings:} Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 7,700 Words

{Genre:} Office Romance: CEO/Employee

{Summary:} An annual office banquet has some of your coworkers glorified while you sit lacking the recognition you know you deserve. When your best friend convinces you to let loose, you end up falling into bed with a handsome stranger for a night of drunk sex.

{Warnings:} Smut, Sexual Content, Language, Alcohol, Degradation, Drunk Sex, Office Sex, Impact Play

Deep reverberations echo throughout the hotel ballroom as the bass of the loud music thumps against your ear drums. Your eyes shift amongst the elegantly decorated space, your company's logo proudly displayed on the screens dressing the small stage in the back center of the space. You shift your gaze to one of your coworkers proudly clasping a plaque with the words Employee of the Year etched into the metal plaque accompanying the marble. 

You shake your head as you watch him act obnoxiously surprised about the entire situation. “Can you believe Taehyung actually got Employee of the year?” 

“Well, he spends all of his time kissing the CEO's ass. Of course, he was going to win.” You hear someone mutter beside you as your eyes find the sight of your best friend as she downs yet another glass of expensive champagne. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as she shamelessly indulges in all of the free alcohol she could possibly consume without blacking out drunk. “Margo, should you really be drinking that much at a company party?” You lift a brow suspiciously as she waves off your comment with a flick of her wrist. 

“We’re off the clock.” She offers as her defense, lifting her shoulders nonchalantly as she glances down at the untouched glass of champagne in your hands. “You know, you should really let loose for once.” She suggests, nudging into you as she peers around at the selection of men in suits. “Who knows, you might even find someone to fuck.”

You feel your cheeks flush beet red as your eyes widen from her vulgar remarks. “Margo!” You quickly smack your hand against her shoulder, glancing around to see if anyone overheard her ludacris ideas. 

“Ow.” She groans, rubbing her palm against the flesh of her arm to soothe the gentle sting from your assault. “When’s the last time you actually slept with a man?” She raises a brow accusingly, knowing your ammunition for this argument is nonexistent. She was right. It’s been months since your most recent breakup and while others moved on with their lives, you dedicated your free time to your career simply to avoid the pressures of dating. 

Your silence was the clarification she was waiting for as she wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to her. “Half of these men don’t even work in our department. It’s not like you’ll have to see them again after tonight.” She offers, lifting her eyebrows suggestively as she spots a handsome blonde glaring at her from across the room. “Well, if you’re not going to indulge, I will.” She hums happily as she pushes past you to seek out the company of a new possible conquest. 

You watch her parade through the crowd, overwhelmed by her reluctance to let you forget that you overwork yourself and overthink situations like tonight. Would it really be that bad to enjoy a night of pleasure with a complete stranger? You glance down at your attire, noticing that your cream-colored ribbed sweater vastly differs from the daring necklines adorning the bodies of other women attending the party. While you also sported a flirtatious business-appropriate pencil skirt, the others seemed to have an elevated sense of sexual confidence compared to your own. 

You sigh as you shake off the thoughts, bringing your glass to your lips, tipping your head back as you take a sizable swig of champagne, and cringing slightly as the sting of alcohol hits your throat. You bravely down the remainder of your glass, feeling the warmth of the beverage radiate in your chest as your irises shift to find the open bar at the back of the ballroom. You lean against the lavish bartop, placing your glass down in search of something to help distract you from the vast array of men parading around you. “A lemon drop please.” 

You press your forearms against the edge of the counter, letting a drawn-out sigh escape your lips, your mind whirling with all of the efforts you made this past year to advance your role at the company. While kissasses like Taehyung were rewarded for their annoying persistence, hard workers like yourself ended up with another year of tireless work to receive little to no recognition. 

Once the bartender offers you the sweet yellow liquor that was swishing deliciously inside a martini glass, you quickly grab ahold of the glass, thanking the bartender before moving to the side to allow others to place their order. You sit upon one of the stools lining the bar as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips, sucking in the dangerously easy liquid to drink as the warmth in your chest continues to grow. 

As you place your glass down on the bar top, you hear a boisterous laugh resounding over the chatter of the party's ambiance, causing you to snap your head in its direction. Your hues settle on Taehyung who is obnoxiously thanking a group of individuals that just complimented him on his win. You can’t seem to place the men surrounding him except for one. The chief executive of the office has his arm draped around Taehyung’s shoulders, patting him on the back as he proposes a toast to the man who supposedly caused the company so much growth. 

Your eyes shift onto one of the strangers beside them, noticing every one of his devilishly handsome features as you peer in his direction. You can’t seem to recognize him, scanning your mind for which department he might be from. You watch as the CEO continues on his journey to mingle, leaving Taehyung surrounded by a few men from the tech department and the mystery man that seems to be drawing your attention to him despite Taehyung’s obnoxious presence. 

“What can I say? It must just come naturally to me.” Taehyung proudly boasts as his ego swells from the amount of attention he is receiving. You can’t help but roll your eyes, not realizing that the subtle movement of your pupils caught the attention of your mystery man. You glance back down toward your glass, taking another sip to drown out your growing jealousy, knowing that you were the one deserving of the recognition. 

Just as the rim of your glass left your lips and the sting of the alcohol added to your tipsy demeanor, you notice a presence hovering beside you, turning to find the handsome stranger who took initiative to seek you out. His back was pressed into the bar as he leaned against the structure, peering in the opposite direction from you as he studied Taehyung. “Seems like he has quite the ego.” 

His comment causes you to chuckle sarcastically, the alcohol in your system allowing you to speak your mind more so than you typically would. “Please, there's not enough room in here for anyone else’s ego when he's around.” You mutter, lifting your glass to take another jealousy-drowning sip. 

You hear a charming laugh echo from beside you, peering up from your glass to see his friendly gaze was now studying your demeanor. “I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m Seokjin.” He offers you an extending hand as you hesitantly place your glass back onto the counter. 

His hand feels calloused and soft all at once, feeling the flex of his muscles as he offers you a sturdy handshake. His torso is dressed in a freshly pressed button-down with a few buttons left unfastened to create an alluring view of his chest. There was a simple pair of black frames resting on the bridge of his nose, only enhancing his model-like physique as he leans forward to speak to you over the loud environment. “And you are?” He continues on, realizing that you’ve been ogling the sight of his handsome features versus actually answering him. 

“I’m y/n.” You quickly stutter, wishing you could slap yourself for looking so foolish. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles at the sound of your name, releasing your hand before gesturing towards the bartender. 

“I haven’t seen you around. Which department do you work for?” You ask curiously, taking another sip of your drink as the alcohol continues to give you the much-needed courage to speak to such an attractive individual.

“I’m new to the company actually.” He answers quickly, keeping his gaze on the approaching bartender as he turns his body to face the bar. “My first day is tomorrow.” He peers towards you, wondering how you’ll react to his statement, thankful that the alcohol seems to be preventing you from thinking about it much further and asking more questions. 

“An old-fashioned please, and another lemon drop for the lady.” He adds charmingly, causing your cheeks to flush as he offers you a flirtatious glance and smirk. 

You peer down at your glass realizing that through your annoyance with Taehyung, you managed to drink the entire beverage. You peer back at Seokjin, instantly floored by the way his handsome physique morphed into the same look a hunter would give his prey. “I’ll have you know, the “buying the girl a drink” tactic doesn’t work on me.” You bravely announce as the alcohol in your system begins to cloud your judgment. 

Seokjin merely smirks in your direction, his gaze flicking up and down your body as he leans his elbows into the counter. “Hm, and what does work on such a stunning woman like yourself?” 

You feel your mouth go dry as you choke back your surprise, realizing that this handsome man was genuinely flirting with you. You can’t help but think back on Margo’s words. Maybe tonight would be the night you actually allow yourself to indulge in some well-deserved fun. After all, it’s not like you’d cross paths with this man again which is why you add with a sensual flare to your voice, “That’s for me to know, and for you to figure out.”  

Seokjin let a growl fester in his throat as he grasps his drink from the counter, holding it up to offer you a toast. “I’ll get right on it.” 

—

The sound of the hotel door slamming shut causes you to jolt in Seokjin’s arms as you both become a mixture of tongue and teeth, savagely making out with each other from your elevator ride up to the room. Neither of you imagined getting lost in the sensations of a stranger after a celebratory evening to honor your company's successes. Thankfully Seokjin already had a reservation for the evening, allowing you both to slip away from the party without being noticed. 

You feel the breath get knocked from your lungs as your back surges against the wall of the hotel room, completely pinned in place as Seokjin begins to trail his lips beyond the borders of your lips along your jawbone. You gasp at the mere force of his desire, hijacking any logic remaining in his mind as you both become a swirl of intoxicated lust. “Let’s get this sweater off of you.” He hums against your skin as his hands trail up your sides, pushing the fabric along with his hands as he tugs it up and over your head. 

He lets out a deep groan at the sight of your lace bra, providing him with a delicious display of your breasts perfectly accentuated by your choice of undergarments. “Damn, you look perfect.” His voice dips smoothly as his eyebrows pull together, taking in the image of you displayed before him.

He leans back in to continue kissing you. “Turn around.” You hear him breathe against your neck as his lips trail down towards your shoulders, his hands gripping your waist as he helps guide you to face the wall, pressing your chest and stomach into the solid surface. His hands flirt with the edge of your pencil skirt, finding the zipper that was tucked in the back as he effortlessly tugs it down. 

It doesn’t take long for the material to loosen from your hips as it slips to the floor, revealing the matching panties you suddenly felt so thankful to have chosen to wear under your modest attire. “What a sight, sweetheart.” You hear his enthusiasm as his hands travel down your hips, feeling a sharp sting as a groan erupts from his chest at the sight of your ass jiggling from his tap. 

You feel heated under his gaze, peering back over your shoulder. “What, am I the only one undressed?” You’re thankful for the liquid courage as you turn to face Seokjin, watching as his hands release his pawing at your flesh while he moves to unbutton the fabric, keeping you from witnessing more of him. 

He moves slowly, taking his time as each release of a button allows you another small glimpse of his figure. You find your eyes glued to his hands, watching the veins in his arms flex as moves his attention to the next one. 

You find yourself desperate to run your hands across his chest, bravely moving to aid him in undressing himself as he smirks in satisfaction. You knew his slow pace was his method of teasing you, thrilled to see his strategy working as you practically clawed his dress shirt from his torso. 

“Someone’s eager to get fucked.” His smirk is teasing however he wasn’t wrong. It’s been far too long since you’ve enjoyed the company of a man and you’d be damned if you let this handsome specimen walk out without having his way with you. 

Once you tug the fabric of his shirt off his body, you move your attention to his pants, your fingers helplessly fiddling with the clasp of his belt. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your impatience only adds to the sexual frustration building within you, eager to have Seokjin pound you into the sheets of the king bed waiting just beyond the threshold. 

“Oh, trust me.” His voice darkens as he dips his hand down to your ass, grasping your thighs to guide you into his arms as he wraps your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so damn good, you’ll be seeing stars.” 

Your body ignites in an insatiable heat as he walks you toward the bed, savagely conquering the air from your lungs as he drops you into the plush comforter, crawling on top of you as if he was ready to devour every inch of your body. 

—

The dull pounding in your head serves as a brutal reminder of your choices the previous evening, your hangover hitting you harder than you anticipated as you sit awaiting this morning’s staff debriefing. You swivel your chair back and forth as your head rests in your palms, grateful that you were amongst one of the first to arrive in the conference room. 

As each of your relevant coworkers enters the space, you flash them a warm smile despite the urge to stand up to shut off the lights, hoping your coffee and headache medication kicks in sooner rather than later. 

You hear the click of the conference room door once again, peering up to find Margo walking in with her usual finesse. You shrink in your chair as she seeks out the available seat beside you, grinning mischievously as she places her coffee down in front of her. “You look terrible.” She hums in amusement, raising her eyebrows as she overlooks the strain of your eyes against the fluorescent lighting of the office. She notices the after-sex glow accompanying your headache, her eyes widening as she pokes your side persistently. “Oh my gosh!” She gasps, lowering her voice to whisper closer to your ear. “You got laid, didn’t you?” 

You flash her an annoyed glare, smacking the backside of your hand against her arm. “Margo, seriously?”  You groan, peering around to see if any of your other coworkers noticed the exchange, thankful to find them all invested in conversations with others and peering down at their devices. 

“What?” She retaliates before shifting her chair to face you. “Who was it? Was he handsome?” She continues to pester in a hushed tone as you drop your face into your hands, accepting that there was no way she’d let you get away without telling her. 

“He's new to the company.” You admit softly, keeping your voice low enough for just her ears to hear. 

Her eyes brighten with pride, glad to see you finally took her advice and let loose. “What was his name? Was the sex good?” She teases, nudging your side gently with a wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Margo…” You scold before seeing the childlike glee plaguing her face. You shake your head, giving into your best friend's charm as a blush creeps over your face. “Seokjin.” You confirm before biting your bottom lip gently.

“And the sex?” She continues on her route of pursuit, causing you to laugh in amazement at her relentlessness. 

Your mind flashes back to every delicious memory from your dalliance with the stranger, causing even more heat to flush over your features. “Really good.” You admit, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. 

You hear Margo’s soft chuckle from beside you as you’re left with the memories of your heated drunk sex. Your skin crawls at the recollection of Seokjin’s touch against your skin, vivid images of the way he commanded your body swirling in your mind. 

The conference room door clicks open again as Taehyung walks in with a prideful gleam on his face from earning his new title at the company banquet. He ends up taking the empty seat across from you, flashing you an arrogant boxy smile before turning his attention to mingle with the man beside him. You glance over to Margo, catching her gaze before rolling your eyes. 

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s get this meeting started.” You hear as you watch Mr.Kim enter the room. Both you and Margo twirl in your seats to face the table as you open your notepad and take hold of the pen right beside it. Your eyes trace your notebook, expecting a typical morning meeting before your boss suddenly addressed the group as an entirety. “Before we get started, I’d like to formally announce my immediate retirement.” 

The room fills with gasps of surprise, some genuine while others were blatantly exaggerated merely to fluff the ego of the chief executive officer.  You sit back in your chair, stunned by the news as the men and women around you begin to pose questions and express their dismay at the sudden change in management. You glance towards Margo whose face is turned away from the rest of the table as you see her mouth moving to express her sentiments. “About time.” 

You chuckle softly as you reach for your coffee, bringing the paper cup to your lips to take a sip of the much-needed caffeine. You see the door open once more, not paying much attention to whoever walks in as you shift your eyes down to your coffee cup. The warm liquid is the perfect distraction from the sudden news as you let the caffeine wake you up before Margo’s voice captures your attention. “Who’s that?” You hear Margo mumble from beside you, lifting your gaze to find a man in a tailored suit entering the room. Your eyes study his features for a moment, the familiar exquisite details of the man causing your heart to sink to your stomach as he moves to stand directly beside your former boss. 

You instantly bite back your gasp of surprise as you quickly place down your coffee cup, lifting your notebook to conceal you behind the blank pages. “Shit.” You breathe to yourself as you slide down in your chair to further hide behind your notebook. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was just a coincidence. There was no way this man could possibly be who you were thinking of. 

The now-former CEO continues with his announcement, “With that, I’d like to introduce the man taking my position.” He turns his attention towards your mystery man from the night before, feeling your cheeks flush red behind the shield of your notebook. “My son, Kim Seokjin.” You hear him continue, dread seeping through your limbs as his name confirms your worst nightmare. 

Margo quickly catches on to your efforts to conceal yourself, her eyebrows raising as she leans into you to whisper in your ear. “What are you doing?” She didn’t spare the judgment in your tone and glare as you continue to horribly slouch, embarrassment eating at you from within. 

“That’s the guy.” You whisper, helplessly trying to keep your voice down. 

Margo glances around, confused by your frantic tone. “What guy?” 

You groan quietly, peering up over your notebook to see the men occupied in a conversation with the others. “That guy from yesterday.” You admit, speaking in hushed tones to keep your scandal on the down low, your voice clearly laced with the pain and humiliation of admitting that you had shameless drunk sex with the son of the owner of the company. Not to mention, he was now suddenly taking over his father’s position. 

Margo’s eyes become wide as she peers back over to Seokjin, taking in the sight of him. “Damn girl, he’s fine as hell.” She whispered back, being cautious not to attract their attention. “You didn’t tell me you slept with our new CEO.” 

Your mind whirls a mile a minute as you try to grasp your bearings, desperately clinging to your sanity. You fucked your boss. Worst, you fucked the new owner of the company, allowing him to savage you as if you were some needy slut. Now you needed to face him in a professional environment when all you could imagine was him pounding you into the hotel bed just hours prior to this meeting. 

“You think I would’ve if I’d known?” You hiss, offering her a glare that could slice through the tension in the air. “Fuck my life.” You groan as you feel the panic hijack your sympathetic nervous system. This is exactly why you never listen to Margo’s wild ideas. She’s the one who encouraged you to let loose and have fun with a stranger that you’ll most likely never see again. Of course with your luck, that stranger would become your new boss. 

“I’m getting fired.” You whisper to yourself, imagining how awkward it’s going to be once you lower your notebook and you make eye contact with the stupidly handsome Seokjin. Why did you have to pick him out of all the strangers to fuck endlessly into the night?

“Stop being dramatic, you’re not getting fired.” Margo rolls her eyes as you twist your chair to face her. 

“I’m going to repent and become a nun.” You confess dramatically, using it as your only form of defense and comfort to prevent you from spiraling out of control. 

Margo looks at you with judgment, a smirk pulling at her lips. “I don’t think they accept nymphomaniacs.” 

Your mouth hangs open at her words, stunned to hear her use such words in relation to your character. You let yourself slide down in your seat further, hating yourself for being so foolish. 

You become lost in your worries, completely overwhelmed by the thoughts murdering your subconscious that you forget you’re in the middle of a department meeting. While your panic keeps you distracted, you fail to realize that the meeting continued on despite your spiral into madness as each employee shared important information about the company and current standings. 

You feel a sharp pinch on your side, hissing in pain as Margo glares in your direction. “Y/n!” She interrupts your thoughts, causing you to place your notebook down only to see everyone surrounding the table staring in your direction as if awaiting an answer to a question. 

Your eyes hesitantly shift towards Seokjin, finding a mixture of shock and amusement flicker over his features before he leans forward to place his elbows on the table. You quickly shrink in further embarrassment as you apologize for your distraction. 

“Would you care to share this week’s financial gains, Ms. Y/n?” You watch as Seokjin speaks in a condescending tone, leaving you festering with a variety of emotions as you try to grab your bearings, mostly wishing you could smack the look off of his handsome little features. His eyes meet your gaze, almost stunning you with his dominance as he easily takes over the position of being your boss, causing a building heat between your legs from the eye contact. 

“My apologies. Of course.” You speak softly, glancing over at your coworkers before retrieving the graph you put together earlier. While your mouth begins to share the numbers and statistics displayed before you, your eyes focus on the paper, refusing to find Seokjin’s gaze as you try to think about a way to get yourself out of this mess. Unfortunately for you, the remainder of the meeting becomes an exchange of glances between you and the man that completely conquered your body just the night before. 

—

The gentle tapping sound of your pen against your office desk echoes in your eardrums as your eyes intently stalk the clock of your desktop computer. You can’t help but feel restless as your mind whirls through the reality that the man that continuously plagues your mind since your heated dalliance the previous evening was with the son of the owner of your company. You peer down at your desk calendar, grinning in satisfaction as you cross off the various tasks you completed throughout the day in desperate attempts to keep your mind occupied. You tap your fingers against your computer's keypad, searching for your next task to keep you busy. 

You hear a gentle tap on the edge of your office door as you pause, peering up to find none other than your best friend staring through the thin crack of your door. “Have you talked to him yet?” She whispers as she quickly slid into the confinements of the four walls you call home at work.

“Absolutely not.” You admit, completely floored at the notion of speaking to him given the amount of embarrassment still causing you to cringe each time the thought of Seokjin flashes through your memories. 

Margo purses her lips together, leaning against the door as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Y/N, You can’t just hide in your office forever.” 

“Maybe not, but I plan on hiding out as long as I possibly can.” You admit proudly, knowing your plan has major flaws, however, the solitude of your office managed to conceal you for the day. 

Margo simply rolls her eyes as another soft series of taps echo from beyond the door. You watch as Margo shifts to the side, reaching towards the handle to tug open the barrier keeping your conversation from being overheard across the office. You’re surprised to see a familiar redhead secretary from across the hall smiling as she interrupts the flow of your day. 

“Excuse me, Y/N. Sorry to bother you.” She spoke unapologetically. “Mr. Kim would like a word with you in your office.” Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as the realization that there was no way you could possibly get out of this one. Maybe you could pretend you have a phone call, or take a more dramatic route and faint across the tattered carpet of your office. You quickly realize neither will work as you nod in agreement.

“I’ll be right over.” Your voice is less than enthusiastic as the woman disappears beyond the door. The click of the mechanism leaves you a trembling mess as your worst anxieties flare up. “That’s it. I’m getting fired.” You dramatically wave your arms about, coming to terms that this conversation was only going to end in you appearing immensely unprofessional for spreading your legs wide open for the new CEO of the company. 

Margo quickly smacks her lips together as she moves towards you, pulling you towards the door as you desperately attempt to retreat back into your computer screen. “Y/n, you’re going to have to face him sooner or later.” She complains, a soft groan escaping your lips as she manages to peel you from the comforts of your office chair. “Just bat your eyelashes. Maybe he’ll sleep with you again.” 

“Margo!” You holler in annoyance, dragging your palm across your face. 

“What? Think how cool it would be to say your fucking the big boss.” Her tone is unapologetic as a smirk invades the corner of her mouth, offering you a suggestive glance. 

“You’re impossible.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, knowing it was time to just rip off the bandaid and face your demons. You let a long sigh escape the barrier of your lips as you move forward to step out into the hallway, feeling your heart sink as you instantly miss the comfort of your shelter. There was no going back. You were going to walk into his office and deal with the return of your everlasting humiliation despite the part of you that wished you could crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. 

Your walk to his office seemed to drag, your steps purposefully slow as you stopped to acknowledge everyone and anyone to allow you a few more moments to think over your plan of attack. It wasn’t until you were faced with the sleek door with a plaque that read; Kim Seokjin chief executive officer, that your heart began to pound unreasonably fast. 

You muster up the courage to bring your fist to the door, knocking three times lightly in hopes he doesn’t hear and you can say you tried. Unfortunately for you, the door swings open to reveal the same handsome gentleman from the night before, properly dressed in a textured suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. Your cheeks instantly flush with heat as his eyes interlock with yours. 

“Ah, Y/n. Just the woman I was looking for.” His voice is velvety soft as if he is purring in your presence. While his tone is alluring, his demeanor is strictly professional, with not a hint of emotion reflecting off his stoic features. You blink at how easily his tone causes your thighs to press together, clearing your throat as you attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Your formalities almost cause you to choke on your words, the scandalous reality of the manner in which you addressed him the previous evening ghosting in your memory. 

You notice his jaw tense as you address him, his eyes darkening at the title that trails from your lips as he casually shifts to the side, motioning for you to join him. “Please, come in. There’s a matter which I’d like to discuss with you.” 

You gnaw nervously at the flesh inside your cheek, hesitating slightly before his grand office with large floor-length windows like the span of the room. You can’t help but admire how the natural lighting creates the perfect work environment, his office is decorated in minimalistic decor that creates a soothing and clean workspace. You spot a set of luxurious leather armchairs just in front of his desk, making your way to take a seat as you instantly cross your legs and tuck your ankle properly behind the other. 

You hear the click of his office door, glancing back to notice that not only was it shut to conceal you from the remainder of the building, but you were also now trapped inside with your undeniably handsome boss. Seokjin takes slow steps back to his desk as he sits back in the lavish lightly colored leather of his office chair, keeping his gaze on the neatly stacked papers lining his desk. 

He goes to speak however you decide to cut him off, you are nervous causing you to babble excessively. “Before you say anything. Yesterday was completely new for me. I’m not someone who usually gets that drunk, especially not at an office party.” You fidget with your fingers as your hands rest in your lap. 

His eyes seem to darken as he takes in your frantic demeanor, holding up his palm to silence your endless mumbles. “That’s not why I called you in here.” He tuts in mild amusement, pressing his elbows into his desk as he leaned over the impressive pile of paperwork you’ve submitted over the last year. “You’ve really outdone yourself in graphing and comparing all company expenses over the last year.” 

Your cheeks flush with further embarrassment as you nervously gnaw on your bottom lip. This was not how you expected this meeting to go. “Thank you.” You speak your words with confusion seeping from your tone, your body visibly relaxing once realizing this was simply a one-on-one meeting to discuss your work versus scolding you for your inappropriate actions the night before. 

Seokjin grins as he watches the tension leave your limbs at the pleasant turn of the conversation. “Truly, I’m impressed. I don’t see how my father overlooked these flaws in the company speeding.” He slips the glasses out from his dress shirt pocket, sliding them onto the bridge of his nose as his free hand grips the charts you've most recently submitted for approval. You sit uncharacteristically still, nervous to move at all as you observe him intently studying the data. “Y/n, how would you feel about managing company finances?” 

You blink in surprise, unable to prevent your jaw from hanging open. “Are you offering me a promotion?” You mutter stupidly, your cheeks only flushing further as an elated chuckle escapes the visual masterpiece’s lips before you. 

“Yes, y/n. I’m offering you a promotion. I think your work is excellent.” He continues on, removing his glasses from his handsome features as his eyes flicker back up to find yours. “Both on and off record.” His voice dips into a deliciously alluring tone, causing heat to fester between your legs as you press your thighs together. 

Your mind whirls in a flash of memories from the previous night, recalling all of the ways this man commanded your body with dominance and skill. How dare he suggest such scandalous thoughts while in a professional environment. Most importantly, how dare it cause you so much distress and excitement all at once.

You clear your throat, thankful for the opportunity presenting itself as you fidget in your seat. “I’d be honored to.” You speak confidently, trying to maintain your professionalism as you watch him press his hands to the top of his desk before standing up with a large grin painted over his features. 

“Wonderful. You’ll begin tomorrow.” He confirms, shifting to find the official document stating your change in title with the company as he places it before you. “I must warn you, it does come with a sizable raise.” There is almost a hint of mischief in his voice as your eyes glance over the document, noticing the increase in pay stated at the top of the document. “Just sign here.” 

Your eyes nearly bulge from their socket at the sight of the five-figure number stated at the top, closely nearly a six-figure range. “Is this really the pay?” You stutter, still processing the amount. He simply hums in acknowledgment as he towers over you before signing away your name, formally accepting the promotion. 

You gently place the pen down before standing up, reaching out your hand to offer him a formal handshake. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kim. You won’t be disappointed.” 

He happily accepts your gesture, a jolt of electricity coursing through your body as your hands come together. His handshake is strong and firm, your mind flashing back to the thought of them grasping at your waist causing a shiver to rake through your body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you visibly crumble from the close contact you’ve created. “I’m positive I won’t be.” He spoke arrogantly, leaving you both nervous to fail to meet up to his expectations while equally excited for the challenge. “Before you go.” His voice drops an octave while his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of you. “There’s one more thing I’d like to discuss with you.” 

—

“Oh my god!” You can’t help but scream out Seokjin’s praise as his dick effortlessly slides into you, suddenly feeling wonderfully full as his length drags against your velvet walls to stretch you out gloriously. 

Seokjin muffles your screams by latching his hand across your lips, gently applying pressure to keep you from disclosing the sinful activities occurring within his office. “Gotta stay quiet, sweetheart.” His luscious voice whispers in your ear as he pulls his length out only to thrust back into you, sending his tip deep within your pussy to hit against your cervix. 

 One minute he’s offering you the raise of a lifetime and the next, your sprawled about shamelessly on his desk as he fucks himself into you. You latch your lips together, desperately moaning behind the closed barrier as he quickens the pace, your back sliding against the top of his desk as he stands behind it, grasping your waist with his large hands to drag you back onto his cock. 

“That’s it, y/n.” He groans as he continues to harshly thrust himself into you. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk out of this office.” He hisses as he throws his head back at the sensation of your walls constricting around him, his words send you reeling as you desperately cling to the edge of the desk's surface. 

You feel the material of your pencil skirt bunched against your hips as your legs wrap tightly around his waist, guiding him deeper each time he presses forward to impale you on his length. You let another breathy moan slip through the fingers he has latched against your mouth. 

You feel the coils in your stomach tighten as he creates a deliciously maddening pace, each thrust against your cervix leaving you a trembling mess, crying out delusionally as the inevitable snap drives your orgasm over the cliff of your sanity. Your juices only aid in his assault, his dick sliding in and out smoother than before as he drags his length out, tugging at your waist to slide you off of his desk as your legs fall to either side of him.

Your head spins as you feel your body twist against the surface, the wood digging into your waist as Seokjin guides you onto your stomach, bending you provocatively over the edge of his desk. You groan in discomfort before all you can feel is the warmth of his hand sprawling against your hips to guide them apart as he quickly slides back into the warmth of your inviting pussy. 

The new position has you stretching out even more to accommodate his girth, your hand reaching forward to grasp the end of his desk as he slowly sheathes himself back into your warm folds. Just as Seokjin reestablishes a rhythm, the loud chime of his office phone echoes from beside you on the corner of the desk. 

You use your palms to push up from your position, feeling Seokjin press against your back between your shoulder blades to keep you as his hostage on his desktop. It was obvious he wasn’t finished with you yet and it didn’t matter if his phone was ringing or not. You feel your cheek press against the cool surface of the wood as he leans forward, his stomach pressing into your back as you feel his weight suffocating you against the table. 

“Keep your pretty little mouth shut.” He coos threateningly as he lifts himself back up, reaching for his phone as your face turns white from what was about to transpire. You try to move but feel his free hand holding the back of your hip against the table as he delivers one final harsh thrust of his dick that bruises your cervix. You whimper softly from the pain and the pleasure intermixed as his dominating voice suddenly morphs back into the friendly professional tone you’ve become used to during the workday. “This is Mr. Kim.” 

You feel his hips pause as he nonchalantly addresses the person on the other line, completely unbothered that his dick was currently buried deep inside your pussy that was deliciously laid about on his office desk. You can vaguely hear a soft voice through the telephone, wondering which unfortunate soul in the office was currently calling their boss while you were midsex in the middle of the workday. 

You feel faint from the embarrassment however begin to feel the ache between your thighs grow as you crave for his dick to resume movement within you. Why in the world would he answer a phone call in the middle of sex? More importantly, why the hell did it turn you on so much? You feel yourself become increasingly needy for him to fuck you, his dick still hard inside your pussy as you gently use your tiptoes to guide yourself on his length. 

You feel his grip on your hip tighten as he sends another harsh thrust into you, causing you to squeak softly in surprise as you latch your hand on top of your mouth to silence yourself. “Thank you for letting me know. Go ahead and redirect any further calls.” You’re amazed by how his voice is calm and collected through the phone despite you desperately trying to stimulate yourself on his cock. The idea of it kind of infuriates you. How is it that he was so unaffected by being sheathed inside you while on the phone? 

You bravely move your hips once again, hoping to cause a stutter in his voice. Your efforts are to no avail as he begins to fuck himself back into you, creating a rapid pace despite the fact that he was still on the phone. “I’m in a one-on-one.” He speaks casually before hanging up the phone, quickly sending his hand against your ass as a sharp sting causes you to yelp. The heat of his slap only causes your arousal to intensify, leaving you even more wet and needy for his attention. 

“I told you to be quiet.” He groans as he grabs your hips with both hands, snapping his hips harder, causing your body to bounce against his desk as the furniture begins to shake from his actions. “I didn’t realize you were such a slut for attention.” He groans, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as his knuckles turn white from grasping against his desk.

“Seokjin…I need you to cum.” You admit bashfully, not knowing how much of this treatment your body could take given your first orgasm, horrified by the juices allowing him to fuck you so effortlessly. 

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He teases mischievously as he leans forward to dig his hand through your hair, gripping a handful by your roots before gently tugging back to test your tolerance of his treatment. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as a pornographic moan leaps from your lips, the tugging sensation only adding to the rebuilding climax festering in the pit of your stomach. 

“Shit.” You moan helplessly as he tugs back harder, your head tilting back towards him as your stomach digs into the desk to arch your back. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck yes.” He groans, snapping his hips forward. “You take my dick so good.”

You feel yourself unraveling as another orgasm crashes into you, watching as your vision turns white in rapture from his deliciously rough treatment. His dick twitches in excitement as you feel his end, hearing him chant your name as he shoots his hot cum deep inside of you, continuing the smooth motions of his thrust to fuck his cum deep inside of you to prevent any mess.

You feel your body give out as you lay motionless on his desk, hearing the jingle of his belt clasp as he quickly tucks himself back into his dress pants to conceal any evidence of his foolery. You quickly push yourself up, equally attempting to tug down your skirt and adjust your panties to maintain your decency given you still had a few hours remaining of the work day. 

As you smooth over your skirt with your palms, you feel your face get cupped between Seokjin’s hands as he guides your face up to meet his handsome smirk. “Same time tomorrow?” His devilish grin leaves you hypnotized as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss onto your lips. You return his sudden affection before feeling your bottom lip become trapped within his teeth as he gently tugs your flesh. You moan at the sensation, causing a chuckle to reverberate from his chest as he coos in your ear, “Hmm, I can’t wait.” 

You roll your eyes, gently pushing him away as you finish adjusting yourself. “You’re insane to think that’ll happen again at work.” You try to play it off, feeling frustrated with yourself for allowing such a thing. You flick your gaze back up to find Seokjin placing his glasses back onto his face, licking his lips with anticipation as if completely ignoring your statement. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He grins as he peers up over his lenses, returning to find his seat in the lavish office chair that was pushed aside during your sudden dalliance with the boss. You go to retaliate, knowing it was hopeless. You simply collect yourself before heading back towards his office door, already missing his company as you set off to complete the remainder of your work. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Kim.” You speak through the smirk that tugs on your lips, shooting him a flirtatious glance before opening the door to head back toward your office. 

No words!! JUST THE BEST EVER MIMI'S MASTERLIST!!! AND EVERY STORY IS A MASTERPIECE! 🤌🏻😮‍💨💗

All works are written by me. Do not steal or copy!

Disclaimer: All stories contain strong language & mature content!

mini masterlist – a collection of small drabbles

⏤ S E R I E S:

↳ PROHIBIDO. | brother’s best friend au | fluff, angst smut

synopsis; Namjoon is an art himself. Shame that he’s forbidden - he’s your brother’s best friend. And your colleague..

chapters: index | completed

⏤ O N E – S H O T S:

↳ BELLISSIMA | parents au | fluff, smut

synopsis; once your husband finds the meaning behind your rejection, he’s having none of it

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤ O N E – S H O T S:

↳ A PLAN | friends with benefits au | fluff, smut

synopsis; You’ve a plan — trying to dominate your extremely dominant roommate who also happens to be your friend with benefits. 

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤ D R A B B L E  S E R I E S:

↳ MY TINY SECRET | unexpected pregnancy, mistress au | angst, smut

synopsis; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.

chapters: index | completed

⏤ S E R I E S:

↳ AWAY FROM YOU | divorce au | fluff, angst, smut

synopsis; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.

chapters: index | ongoing

drabbles

↳ MONACHOPSIS | fluff, smut, angst, mini series

synopsis; After receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises

chapters: index | ongoing

↳ LOVE LOCKDOWN | zombie apocalypse, enemies to lovers | angst, smut, fluff

synopsis; It started with a supposed virus all around the world. It continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.

chapters: index | ongoing 

⏤ O N E – S H O T S:

↳ NEXT DOOR | neighbor au | fluff (?), smut

synopsis; Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily. 

chapters: 01 | completed

↳ STAY HIGH | exes au | fluff, angst (?), smut

synopsis; You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤ S E R I E S:

↳ HOPE WORLD [ON-HOLD] | enemies to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

synopsis; You’ve decided to try dancing class, but the one who teaches you how to dance actually hates you.

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | ongoing

⏤ O N E – S H O T S: 

↳ THE BOSS | boss!reader | fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst

synopsis; In the middle of important business meeting, Hoseok spreads his mouth free and it almost costs you one of the greatest business deals. You’ve to remind Hoseok who’s the boss.

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤ S E R I E S:

↳ ONE TIME THING [ON-HOLD] | best friend’s boyfriend au | fluff, angst, smut

synopsis; What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

series masterlist

⏤ O N E – S H O T S:

↳ ADAYWITHOPPA | smut, fluff

synopsis; adaywithoppa is a website where you can book a tour guide, what happens when you book one without you knowing?

chapters: 01 | completed

↳ ONLY YOU | single dad, best friends to lovers au | fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst

synopsis; You’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

chapters: 01  | completed

↳ SUCKER | vampire au | smut, angst

synopsis; You wish you’d pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn’t have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤O N E – S H O T S:

↳ CHEATER | cheater au | angst, smut

synopsis; Ten proofs you got to find out the truth but you were too blind in love to see.

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤  S E R I E S:

↳ DRUNK [ON-HOLD] | alcoholic au | fluff, angst, smut

disclaimer: this story contains alcoholism, strong language & mature content [do not read it if you’re sensitive about alcoholism]

synopsis; You fell in love with Jeongguk so hard thinking he’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But there’s a one catch – he’s an alcoholic.

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | ongoing

↳ MUTUAL HELP | fake dating, best friends to lovers au, slow burn | fluff, angst, smut

synopsis; In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires - he calls it a mutual help

Available on Wattpad only!  

↳ FOR ME | dilf au, enemies to lovers au, neighbors au | fluff, angst, smut

synopsis; A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk

⏤ O N E – S H O T S:

↳ SLEEPOVER | best friend’s brother au | fluff, smut

synopsis; Jeongguk is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

chapters: 01 | completed

⏤ D R A B B L E S:

↳ STRAWBERRY LIPS | professor au | fluff, smut

synopsis; it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot

chapters: 01 | completed

How They’d Touch You. || NSFW. || BTS.

Namjoon: He'd kneel between your legs, watching you intently as you squirm on his fingers. His other hand would grip your thigh and keep you open so he could watch his fingers disappear in and out of you, groaning at the sight of your arousal that's clinging to his fingers. "You're such a good girl." He'd groan, his cock hard in his pants, but he wouldn't even think about touching himself until you cum at least once all over his hand. He wouldn't let up. He'd watch you squirm, listen to every sound you made, cuss under his breath as your whines get higher, as your back arches off the bed. "Cum for me, darling." He'd whisper, "Cum all over my fingers for me like my good girl." You'd cry out his name and grab at the sheets as your orgasm hits, clenching around his fingers so tight that his mind would be reeling. He'd pull them out and suck them into his mouth before leaning up to kiss you softly, a promise of long night of pleasure that was far from over.

Jimin: He'd be so soft. He'd kiss the inside of your thighs as his fingers trace so close to where you want him. You'd beg for him and he'd smirk against your skin. "So needy." He'd tease, but he'd move his fingers and graze over your clit softly enjoying the way you gasp. "That what what you want, baby?" He'd ask. fingers light over your clit, so light you can barely feel it and yet it was enough to have your body eager for more. "Jimin, please." You'd beg, "Want your fingers." He'd hum softly before placing them hard against your clit causing you to grab at your sheets and moan his name. He'd have a grin on his face as he moves them lower, slowly pushing them inside you. He'd be slow at first just to tease you and to feel your legs shake around him and to listen to the sounds you make. Then he'd continue fucking his fingers in and out of you faster, kissing your thighs and sucking on the skin as your body shakes. He wouldn't let up. He'd continue fingering you until you cry out his name and your body arches off the bed, clenching around his fingers so tight as your orgasm hits and you squirt. He'd waste no time in replacing his fingers with his cock.

Hoseok: He’d have you sitting on his lap, legs spread out so you can ride his fingers. You’d be grabbing at his shoulders, moaning his name as he fucks you with his fingers, kissing on your chest and speaking dirty words against your skin. He’d mark you up to remind you both that you are his and his fingers would curl inside you causing your body to jerk. The sounds of his fingers fucking in and out of you would turn you both on more and you’d start riding his fingers desperately, begging him to fuck you. “Not yet, pretty girl. I want you to cum like this first, sweetheart. Want to watch you fall apart on my fingers.” You’d clench your fingers tight on his shoulders and moan, your mouth hanging open as the pleasure races through you. “Please, Hobi.” You whine, “I’m so close.” He’d cuss and start kissing your chest again, sucking on the marked up skin as he fucks his fingers right against your gspot over and over, loving the way your legs shake around him. “Cum for me, princess. Once you cum all over my fingers you can bounce on my cock.” The words would make you clench around his fingers. You’d throw your head back and moan his name as your orgasm hits you. Your body would jerk and you’d whimper and squirm in his lap causing his erection to press against your ass. “That’s my good girl.” He moans, “So fucking pretty. Now hold on, angel because I promised you my cock.”

Yoongi: "Such a good girl." He groans, licking his lips. You're on your hands and knees and he's kneeling behind you, hands groping your ass, "Love seeing you like this." You can hear him suck his fingers into his mouth and the sound makes you shiver. "I don't even need to suck my fingers because I know you're already so wet for me." He chuckles, "You get wet so easily." You can't even reply with a smart remark because he's right. You groan as you feel two fingers sliding inside of you, "Fuck, Yoongi." He moans as he watches you clench around his fingers as they disappear inside of you. His free hand digs into the soft flesh of your ass almost as if the sight was too much for him. He starts moving his fingers faster purposely fucking them into the spot that always has your toes curling. He listens to the sounds you make, watches as you push back on his fingers. The sight of your ass jiggling has his cock leaking. "Such a filthy girl." He groans, "Look so fucking sexy fucking yourself on my fingers." You whine and grab at the sheets. "Fuck me, Yoongi." You groan, "Please!" He'd just smirk and continue fucking you with his fingers knowing it won't take long for you to fall apart on them. "The moment that you cum I'm going to shove my cock in you, princess, but until then you're going to take what I give you." He sticks with his promise as soon as you cry out his name, his fingers removed from you and his thick cock taking their place.

Seokjin: You're on your knees, head back against his sh oulder as he presses his chest to your back. His fingers between your bodies as he pushes them inside of you. "Oh fuck." You groan, hands reaching back to grab at him. He chuckles beside your ear, "You like that, baby?" You can only whine and push back against his fingers. He loves reducing you to moans, loves to watch you struggle to speak whether he's fingering you, eating you out or fucking you. It's his greatest pleasure to know that he's the one making you feel good. He kisses on your shoulder, your neck and up to your ear, his breathing low and heavy. "Feels so good around my fingers, baby." He grunts, pressing them right against your gspot. Your body shakes and you want to fall against the bed but he won't let you. His free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him. "You're so wet, baby." He continues, "Dripping down my fingers. You're going to take my cock so easily." You moan his name and grab at his wrist as you ride his fingers, meeting every thrust. "Jin." You moan, "I-" your words cut off. The pleasure is taking away your ability to speak which is enough for him to pick up the pace. His fingers fuck into you faster causing your legs to shake and your head to spin. "I'm going to cum." You manage to whimper. He groans and bites down on your shoulder, "Cum for me, princess. Cum for me and then I'll fuck you." The moment you cum you are pushed to your back and he crawls between your legs, his cock hard and leaking but you can't look at it long because it's inside you moments later, fucking you so good you can't think.

Taehyung: "You're so beautiful when you're falling apart for me, baby." He grins, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of you. You arch off the bed, grabbing at the sheets, Your legs are pushed apart by his broad body as he sits between them. Your hips are raised, ass pressed against his legs as he holds you up, and his erection is pressed against your ass. You can't stop moaning as his fingers move inside of you. His long, beautiful fingers. So beautiful it is almost sinful to have them doing all these nasty things he does to you, but absolutely worth the pleasure. "Taehyung." You moan, "Please." He groans and his free hand digs into your ass. "That's my girl. Sounding so pretty. Want to record you and use you on one of my songs." You gasp and clench around him at the words. He lets out a low growl, fucking his fingers in and out, curling them so he hits that spot that has you going cross-eyed. "I want you to cum for me, pretty. Cum all over my fingers and I'll let you cum on my cock like I know you want." You squirm on the bed as your orgasm races through your body. He wishes he could record this and take it with him but nothing could beat the real thing. You don't get a second to breathe before you're on your stomach and he's sliding into you from behind.

Jungkook: "That's my girl." He groans, "Fuck yourself on my fingers for me, baby." You grab at the sheets as you push back against his long fingers; fingers that always seem to know which buttons to push without thinking. You can feel them deep inside of you and it's driving you crazy. You know he's behind you naked and hard but you can't have his cock until you cum on his fingers, some days you have to cum on his tongue. Either way the man loved driving you crazy and you loved indulging in it. "Jungkook." You moan, "Oh god." He smacks your ass causing you to clench. He cusses as he watches your ass move as you push back, watches the way the flesh turns red with his hand print. He wants nothing more than to bury himself in it but that will have to wait. He wants to get his cock in you and he can't do that until you cum on his fingers. "Such a good girl." He speaks, voice low, "Only for me." You nod vigorously, "Only for you, baby." The words are enough for him to pick up the pace of his fingers causing your face to fall down into the pillow leaving your ass in the air. You don't have to look back to know he's grinning. "You're so close to getting my cock, angel. Cum for me and I'll give it to you." You whimper and clench around his fingers again as they slide back inside you. You moan his name and push back, legs shaking as your orgasm hits. He cusses under his breath and removes his fingers, placing the head of his cock against you before you can even speak a word.

Vi has done it again. I’m not surprised, she’s one of the most talented authors on here imo, but I will be anticipating this so hard 👀👀👀

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

Hello! Please comment on this post if you would like to be added to the taglist!

You guys were all so wonderful, and encouraging, and excited that I literally got this teaser out in three days! If you like what you read so far, please let me know! I cannot put into words how meaningful and valuable feedback is to me. I truly treasure it! It fuels my creativity and keeps me writing. I would love to hear from you!

Ok so..the details you used to build this world make it evident how passionate (love/hate) about law you are so i’m sure weaving it into a story like this was extremely satisfying for you. I know it was satisfying for me! Imagining Jin as an attorney in training is low key terrifying 😂 These two really seem perfect for each other, I had butterflies the entire time I was reading it! The change in perspective was a treat as well. Their banter and law related dirty talk? Nerds. Big ole nerds. Why can I see this being their thing - ALWAYS!? Last thing, having their first position be sideways…..I AM REFRESHED!!! An overlooked classic imo! I’d read any antics these two got themselves into so now onto the epilogue 💕

meet me at the bar (ksj)

You're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x AFAB!Reader Type: One Shot | Fluff w/ Smut | 18+ — Minors DNI Word Count: 7.5k AU: Law school, study-buddies, best friends to lovers, highly educated idiots in love CW: Bad jokes, Latin, fingering (v), unprotected sex (p in v), Seokjinnie hits it from the back. A/N: My inaugural Seokjin smut is dedicated to my donsaeng-in-law (see what I did there?) @yoongiphoria, who is now embarking on this stupid, stupid gatekeeping journey IRL. Best of luck, my lil love. I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the war! MJ FIGHTING ~ Big ups to my other lil love, M, for beta reading 💕 Also: This is written based on my experience in the American legal (educational) system. I was, frankly, too lazy to study up on South Korean law for a fanfic, lol. ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You are not spiraling.

You are a paragon of health and wellness, you tell yourself as you gulp down a mug of coffee that is still far too hot, like you’ll die without it. 

More bitter than the taste on your tongue is the realization that you might die with it —  your third cup in fewer hours. As far as you can tell, though, it’s a win-win situation: You’ll either generate enough anxious energy to finalize your property law flashcards, or you’ll drop dead before you have to review them.

And you won’t have to take that exam…

And you won’t have to pay off your student debt…

Besides, you figure, the stomach ulcer you’re likely inflicting on yourself will be infinitely less painful than dragging your under-caffeinated corpse through yet another day of studying. Another eight, consecutive hours spent forcing forgotten subjects back into your maxed-out brain. 

It’s worth it, you repeat to yourself, though this gauntlet has turned out to be a full-time job that steals, rather than pays. You can faint on top of the finish line, so long as some part of you crosses it.

You should be used to it by now, running a marathon at a dead sprint. That’s all you’ve ever done — push yourself. You attended your first day of preschool and never stopped, never took a breath. Through elementary, middle, and high school; then for four years of university. Going, going, going.

Stumbling through that eighteenth lap around the track, you kept going because — well, being a student was all you’d ever been. That’s your toxic trait, you’ve since discovered. Your concept of self is rooted exclusively within the context of a classroom.

You didn’t know it at the time, but your decision to take the Law School Admission Test — or the HellSAT, as you’ve come to call it — might have been the start of a quarter-life crisis. But you didn’t stop there. No, you took that score and ran with it. Slapped it onto every application as a desperate plea for acceptance. 

When you received your admission letter, you were a bright-eyed twenty-two-year-old with a bachelor’s degree and a vaguely defined dream.

Call it naïveté or call it gravitas, there wasn’t a doubt in your smooth little brain that law school was the logical next step to take. That being intelligent and hard-working made you well-equipped for the challenge that came with pursuing a Juris Doctor. After all, you’d spent nineteen years delaying gratification — what difference would three more make?

Within the first hour of your orientation, you — a professional student — had already learned something new: You were a masochist and, frankly, somewhat of an idiot.

Thankfully, you weren’t alone. 

Sitting — dissociating, more like — at a nearby table was a lanky boy you’d first noticed on your tour of the law building. His glassy-eyed stare was aimed somewhere in the middle-distance, and even though his slightly agape mouth said nothing, it communicated everything. He was the only other person in that atrium who looked the way you felt: scared shitless and riddled with buyer’s remorse. A can crushed under the boot of self-doubt.

It was the first time you and your wobbly knees went running in his direction, but it wouldn’t be the last.

He was so deep in a daze at that moment that he didn’t notice the way you threw yourself into the open chair next to him, didn’t look up at the scrape of wooden legs against the granite floor beneath them. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you announced your presence with words, however. 

It was less of an introduction — the way people in a society tend to greet each other for the first time, ever — and more of a twister. Words whipped through the air at a dangerously high velocity, no syllable ending before you started on the next. Just one breath, a few consonants, and a pair of dark eyebrows shooting up to cower behind his bangs. 

“Was — was that Korean?” He asked when you finally ran out of wind. 

Judging by the way his wide eyes softened, you knew he wasn’t making fun of you. You’d simply scrambled his brain so thoroughly that you’d transcended the known limits of language.

More of a question than an answer, you peeped, “I think so. Maybe?” You wavered with a sigh. “I’m no longer confident that I know any of the things I thought I knew, though. So, um, don’t quote me on that.”

“You’re giving me too much credit. I didn’t catch enough of whatever that was —” He gestured vaguely. “— To even attempt to quote you.”

Within seconds and without knowing, he’d disarmed the bomb ticking away in your gut. He must’ve sensed it, too, because his face lit up so completely that you had to look away. One glance at the floor-to-ceiling windows confirmed that the sun hadn’t reappeared at that time of night. 

That rush of warmth you felt then  — that absolutely insane brightness — was powered exclusively by the grin taking up the entirety of his face. If that megawatt smile alone hadn’t rerouted your oncoming anxiety attack, the distinct, squeaking laugh that erupted out of his chest would’ve done the job. 

You doubled over, either under the weight of your own giggling or with the relief you felt in finding someone equally lost. Eyes swimming with mirth, you wiped wetness from your cheekbone and snorted. “Was that a windshield wiper?”  

“No, that was embarrassing.” 

The tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks went some dizzy shade of pink. 

He rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck with one hand and held the other out to shake yours.

“And I’m Kim Seokjin.”

Now, when the door of your apartment flies open without warning, it’s that same savior standing on your threshold. That designation may be melodramatic, but if that brown paper bag contains what you suspect it does, it’s deserved.

Seokjin, patron saint of breakfast sandwiches, flops down on the couch that stretches along the opposite side of your coffee table. From where you sit on the floor — hunched over your notes like a hobgoblin — you reach out your expectant arms and make grabby hands in the space between you.

You see mischief flash in his eyes, but only for a second. In the next, he’s pretending like he doesn’t see you; doesn’t hear your petulant little whines. He extends long legs out over the cushions, clutches the bag to his chest, and lets his head roll back to rest on the couch’s arm.

“Wanna know what I did today instead of practice essays?” He asks, eyes unfocused on the ceiling above.

All you actually want is whatever that smell is. You can’t stop staring at the bag of food in his hands. If you try hard enough, maybe you can summon some sort of psychic energy, make it levitate towards you.

He doesn’t wait for your response. “The math.”

“Huh?” 

You frown; and as you do, you reluctantly shift your gaze from Seokjin’s hands to his face. He isn’t looking your way, but you can tell he’s grimacing based solely on the way his jaw twitches. It’s a miracle he hasn’t ground his teeth to dust over the past three years, given how often he makes that face.

In an attempt to ease the tension in his posture, you tease, “Didn’t we go to law school because we can’t do math?”

He cracks an unwilling smile. A tiny one, but a smile nonetheless. Without turning his head, he extends his arm out in your direction. In the split second it takes for yours to spring forward like a snake, that blessed bag dangles; the scent of sausage, egg, and cheese wafts through the air and restores your will to live. Clutching your prize, halfway to feral, you tear into it without hesitation.

As you bite off more than you can chew, Seokjin prepares his rant with a sigh, “So, consider this.”

“Mmphf,” you advise through a mouthful of greasy bliss.

“Bar exam prep takes eight weeks, right? If we’re only counting business days, that’s forty — forty days, for a minimum of eight hours each.”

He becomes more restless, the more he talks. Heated, he sits bolt upright and turns wild-eyed to you.

Oh, he’s gone full-tilt insane.

“Three-hundred-and-twenty hours, then. And if you think about that in terms of our clerk wages —” He slaps his hands down on his thighs for emphasis. “— at 2,625 won per hour —” 

Then, he points to you, as if the increasing volume of his voice wasn’t already holding you hostage.

“— we’ve sacrificed nearly two million won in income, just by studying for this fucking test.”

You swallow down the last bite of your sandwich, which you downright hoovered while Seokjin took the path of most resistance. After clearing your throat, your interjection overlaps with his next point: 

“Seokjinnie, why didn’t you just double our monthly —”

“That’s after we paid ninety million in tuition, hundreds of thousands on study materials and registration fees —”

You cut him off. “Is this your way of asking me to Venmo you for breakfast?” 

He freezes, caught fully off-guard. Shocked eyes widen like you’re the ridiculous one. “Of course not!”

He waves you off like his thoughtful gesture is no big deal. Then, like he’s tired himself out, he sinks back onto your couch. From his back, he grumbles with crossed arms, “‘M just sayin’ that I’m tired of this shit.”

You can’t help but giggle at the pathetic pout working down the corners of his mouth. “Felt,” you agree, though it feels a little bit like a lie.

Truth be told, you feel more awake now than you did ten minutes ago, and you can’t attribute it to the coffee — not when the evidence so clearly indicates otherwise. 

Over the course of three years, you’ve built up quite the case against yourself. You’ve made the following findings of fact:

Whenever he pops up, Seokjin brings your mood up with him. Even now, as he marinates in anguish on your couch, his presence gives you a reason not to beat yourself unconscious with the four-kilogram prep book that sits beside you on the rug. Makes you hate your circumstances a little less, if only because you share them with him.

And, for a rapidly deflating balloon, you have to concede that Seokjin looks stunning this morning. 

Unlike you and your day-three hair, he somehow had the energy to wash his. The mid-sections of some strands are still damp; the parts that aren’t frame his face in fluffy waves. His shampoo is something fruity mixed with something crisp — grapefruit and mint, maybe? — and it floods your senses, causing question marks to replace any coherent thoughts you might otherwise have. You’d be lying again if you said you didn’t want to find out for sure how soft those tresses really are.

The verdict? 

Well, the jury’s still out, but you know you’re guilty. 

If being down this bad for your best friend isn’t a criminal offense, it should be.

You shake your head to clear it. To smother the flame licking up the inside of your belly, you grab the certified mood killer off the coffee table and hold it up in front of you. Surely, the cure for a sexual tension headache is an eight-centimeter stack of color-coded, neon index cards covered in information you shouldn’t need to memorize in the first place.

“Exam’s in one week,” you say with a shiver.

Seokjin rolls onto his side to look forlornly at you. You are not looking at his bare hip bone, which appears where the hem of his shirt shifts from the waistband of his joggers. Nope.  

You continue the search for the point you’re trying to make. “I can barely spell mortgage, let alone explain what the fuck to do with one.”

“Don’t think I know what land even is at this point,” he sighs. Dejected, he lets his arm go limp. It spills off the edge of the cushion and dangles until his knuckles brush against the rug. “What is this property you speak of?”

Biting back a grin is impossible, so you press your lips together instead. Just like that — just by Seokjin being Seokjin — the hellscape you willingly walked into gets a little brighter. Maybe, you think, you can do this.

You look down for a moment to shuffle up the cards you spent the better part of two days preparing. As you stare down at the staggering amount of knowledge you might be tested on, you can feel the crease returning between your eyebrows. Your grimace is back, too, like a reflex. 

If you make it through this experience without premature wrinkles, you’ll be shocked.

There’s shifting on the couch ahead, but you don’t look up until Seokjin breezes, “From this angle, it almost looks like you’re smiling.”

His arm is no longer dangling off the edge of the couch. His entire upper body is. Knees now hinged over the backrest for balance, he’s upside-down and smirking impishly at you.

He has to know you’re in love with him, right? How could he expect you not to be?

You clear your throat and arch a single eyebrow as a challenge. “What is the rule against perpetuities, Seokjinnie?”

Like you, he can recite it in full at a machine-gun rate of fire. It’s been beaten so far into your heads that you might utter it on your deathbeds, with your last gasping breaths.

“No interest in land is good unless it must vest, if at all, not later than twenty-one years after some life in being at the creation of the interest,” he responds with a smug smile. “Easy.”

It’s your turn to smirk. 

“Great. Now, what does any of that mean?”

Without missing a beat, he fires back, “Does anyone know?”

“Absolutely not. Next question!”

Having had the same day, every day, for seven weeks straight, Seokjin is struggling. He’s spent hundreds of hours on the same routine, feeling beaten down and burnt out, all the while. It goes like this:

Every morning, he wakes up and goes for a run in a feeble attempt to feel something other than dread. After that, he eats a lackluster breakfast, and then he promptly chains himself to his desk. When he finally gives himself permission to get up again, it’s dark out; and he’s too brain dead to check the hundred or so notifications that amassed on his phone during his fugue state.

Scratch that. There’s one person he responds to, no matter what. As far as everyone else is concerned, though, he’s a ghost.

Today is the first day out of the last fifty-five where Seokjin doesn’t feel like his brain is being hydraulically pressed. For the first time in too long, he fell into an old routine; one he’s missed. It started with a shower — and honestly, that was overdue — then, he swung by the café he’s frequented over the past three years. There, he made his usual order.

One iced americano, and one sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant with extra hot sauce.

Before he walked back up the block, he downed the former, but he didn’t touch the latter. The latter wasn’t for him, anyways. None of the breakfast sandwiches he ever stops for are.

The subsequent hours looked semi-similar to the three-hundred-and-twenty he’s already devoted to studying. Well, sort of. To be clear, the subject matter still sucks, and he’s still angry that he has to touch it at all, but he isn’t waiting for the sweet release of death in the same way he has been all summer. 

This might have something to do with the fact that, for the first time in nearly sixty days, he’s not on his own. 

More than that, he’s with you.

Having switched away from covenants, easements, and servitudes, he feels a slightly less stupid. Contract law is a little more straightforward and a little less caked in colonialism. Unfortunately, after six hours of burning all his brain cells on shit like liens, Seokjin has begun his descent into madness. 

The worms are digging in, he can’t focus, and neither of you can stop — fucking — laughing.

“I’ll give you a hint,” you giggle, shifting in your spot on the neighboring cushion. You give his knee a pat that feels a tiny bit patronizing, but that makes his pulse race, nonetheless. “It’s a Latin term.”

He snorts so loudly that you do a double-take, just to make sure it wasn’t a sneeze. You both stare at one another for a beat, then comes the eruption.

“It’s all Latin!” He roars. 

To muffle the way he’s wheezing, Seokjin slaps his hands over his face. It’s already tear-stained from his abject failure to keep his shit together. At least he can attempt to hide how red he knows it is.

Your laugh comes straight from your belly. You double over completely when his comes out in squeaks, hand reaching out to squeeze his forearm. It used to bother him, the sound he made when he truly loses it, but it doesn’t any more. 

How could it, when it makes you cling to him like that?

Wiping at your cheeks, you take a deep breath, then sigh, “Does it help if I give you the translation?”

He doubts it because you just pinched your bottom lip between your teeth, and now, his mind is blank. 

Really, it’s a fucking miracle he graduated at all with you around. You and that face you make when you concentrate have always made it impossible for him to do so. It’s why he wasn’t paying attention in class when this shit was taught in the first place, he realizes now. 

To cool himself down, Seokjin grabs the Camelbak bottle off the coffee table, realizes too late it’s yours and not his — oh, well — and shoves the straw into his mouth. He nods once, firmly, and sucks in as much water as he can. 

It all sprays back out of his mouth when you say:

“Naked promise.”

He had always wondered what his life would look like if it ever flashed before his eyes. Now, he knows. It’s not a montage of his finest moments, the most recent of which would not have made the cut. All he sees is you, wide-eyed, glancing between him and the wet spot that’s now soaking through your sweatshirt.

You press your lips together, probably to keep from laughing in his face. It’s a valiant effort on your part and a kind gesture, but honestly, he doesn’t deserve it. His fingers twitch as he clutches the bottle, wanting nothing more than to dump the remaining water on his face. He embarrasses himself more often than not, but this stings his cheeks like a sunburn.

“I am —” he raises his hands, flustered, “So sorry. I don’t remember waking up in a sitcom this morning, but I, uhhh, clearly did.”

When you stand up, you’re grinning. And not in that scary way you do when you’re about to retaliate for some prank he’s pulled. No, that look on your face is genuine amusement. 

Thank god.

You shrug as you cross your arms over your torso and grip the hem of your sweatshirt with both hands. “All good, Seokjinnie,” you laugh. “This needed to be washed, anyway. You see that coffee stain?”

No. 

No, he does not see that coffee stain because the tank top underneath your sweatshirt is clinging to the wet spot as you tug the top layer up your stomach. He feels bad for staring — really, he does — but fuck, your skin looks soft. Like, so soft that he has to grip his water bottle to keep a grip on himself.

Eventually, your tank top separates from your sweatshirt. It falls back down to where it belongs, to Seokjin’s dismay, and the sweatshirt keeps going. 

“Nudum pactum,” you remind him as you pull the drenched hoodie over your head. Playfully, you toss it at him. It smacks against his chest, splays out over his lap. 

Once more with feeling: thank god. 

You sink back down beside him on the couch, and he can’t help but notice that you’re the tiniest bit closer than you were before. It’s innocent, just your bare knee bumping his shin as you re-cross your legs. Still, it leaves his tingling through the fabric of his joggers when you don’t move away.

The silence surges as it settles, crinkling like static in his ears. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask him again: “What’s it mean?”

Uhhhh.

“It means —”

Unfortunately for him, the water he just forcibly ejected from his mouth didn’t help him. His throat is dry now, and he sounds strangled, he’s sure. The way you’re watching him so intently doesn’t help one fucking bit, either.

Are you doing that on purpose?

You nudge him physically this time, knuckles connecting gently and playfully with his leg. He wonders if you can hear his heart hammering against the wall of his chest in all of this quiet. You might, he figures, especially when you tuck your hair behind your ear.

Instinctively, his eyes flick down to the length of your neck. Without a curtain of hair in the way, it’s even more exposed skin that he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with. Making matters worse for him, you tilt your head to the side expectantly. His breath catches when he tears his gaze away, back up, and sees the way you’re looking at him now.

You are absolutely — without a goddamn doubt — doing this on purpose.

If that’s the game you want to play, Seokjin can play it, too. He turns away from you to set the bottle back down on the coaster he took it from. As he does, he finally answers your question — the nonchalance he’s faking even sounds convincing.

“It’s an unenforceable promise,” he replies casually. “One with insufficient consideration.”

He rights himself in his seat, stretches a bit further backwards until he’s resting comfortably against the arm of the couch. You hide it well, but there’s a hint of a pout on your lips when you clock the newfound distance. 

Check, he smirks to himself, your move.

A flash of pink slips out. Your tongue wetting those lips before you prompt him more quietly than before, “And consideration is…?”

He slips up, makes the mistake of noticing the rise and fall of your chest as you take measured breaths. So, he sees, you’re buzzing with anticipation, too. He wonders if it’s him that’s having that effect on you, or the circumstances. 

For all he knows, it could be pent up steam that you need to release. Stress weighing down your body that you want to get off.

Fuck, he wants to get you off.

He swallows thickly. “Can’t get something for nothing. There has to be an exchange, otherwise it’s meaningless.”

You say nothing, so he keeps talking.

“Quid pro quo, essentially,” Seokjin adds. He chuckles slightly when he realizes. “See? Told you. It’s all fucking Latin.”

The corner of your mouth twitches at his joke, but you don’t make a sound. The hand that previously pushed against his leg inches closer, just barely. It’s such a small shift that you don’t seem to realize that you’re moving it. 

Maybe you feel that pull, too; the one he’s been fighting since you barged into his life without warning. 

Maybe the consideration has been there from the start; a promise for a promise. I’ll jump if you do. Because it’s always been that way, hasn’t it? Since orientation.

Pulling all-nighters in the library, developing matching caffeine dependencies, getting sick too often from the strain of it all. 

You and him.

Laughing quietly in the back of lectures, cold sweats through cold calls, bitching about unpaid internships while you spend indisposable income at the bar down the block without acknowledging the irony.

There are only two real differences between this night and that first one, he notes.

Now, Seokjin isn’t questioning every decision he’s ever made that led him to this point. He’s not scared shitless, not really. Not when you’re around.

You cut through the silence with a sigh that’s barely more than an exhale, so breathy that your voice dissipates as soon as it hits the air.

“Seokjin.”

He could probably hear a pin if you dropped one — can hear everything you don’t say. It’s all packed tight inside that utterance of his name like gunpowder, locked and loaded. 

So, who shoots first?

You shift again. Now, when you speak, it’s deliberate and in a language he can parse.

“Tell me you want me, too.”

Bang!

His body answers for him, pushes off from where he leans until he can get his knees underneath him. He’s waited three years to kiss you, but he can delay gratification for the brief time it takes to overtake you. Pinned with his palms bearing weight on either side of your head, you wind up caged in and breathless beneath him. His right knee occupies the space between your spread thighs.

Again, it’s a miracle he’s made it this far with you around.

He hums, beyond pleased with the position he finds himself in. “Maybe. Tell me if I got the answer right.”

“Oh my god.” You toss your head back to the extent that you can, which admittedly isn’t far. Your frustration rolls off you in waves, heat palpable. “I’ll kill you, I swear.”

“Sounds admissible to me,” he teases further. He flexes an eyebrow. “Isn’t that an exception to the prohibition of hearsay evidence? Speaks to motive, I think.”

Seokjin has no idea why he’s riling himself up like this. If he could shut up — just this once — he could be kissing you by now. You seem to be aware of that fact, too, because you grip his shirt so desperately, one right move might tear it.

You huff out a laugh despite the circumstances,  “This friendship is over, by the way, in case that’s not clear.”

That tiny smile on your face spreads to his. Not over, he knows, just modified. Amplified, finally. Knowing that, he continues to push his luck. 

“Can I make one more joke?”

“So over!” You emphasize with a wail.

He takes a second to center himself before hitting you with award-winning drama, sincerity dipped in the kind of humor he never misses out on with you: 

“You have adversely possessed my heart.”

Your jaw drops at how stupid that line was, but you reign it in just in time for his lips to crash into yours. 

It almost knocks the wind out of him, the way the pieces fall with force into place. They slot together easily, just like you do. With fingers clinging, the weight of his body molding overtop of yours. 

You kiss him until he forgets what life tasted like without your tongue licking into him, your little moans melting in his mouth — until you break apart, gasping for air. Panting, you ask, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting on you?” 

He doesn’t, no, not at all. Thankfully, you take his stunned silence for what it’s worth. After relinquishing your grip on his shirt, you bring your hands up to cup his face gently in your palms. 

With you touching him like this, he has no option but to stare down at you. Bit redundant, he thinks, since his focus has always been locked right here, right on you, by choice. Given that, it’s a little funny that he managed to miss every signal you’ve apparently sent him. But really, it doesn’t necessarily surprise him to hear that he’s even dumber than he thought.

You kiss him slowly this time, briefly, before nipping affectionately at his bottom lip. It drives him exactly as crazy as you want it to; makes his cock twitch inside his joggers, makes his brain foggy with a potent combination of fondness and filth.

Do you have any idea how many times he’s thought about this? He’s genuinely wondering because even he doesn’t know. He’s lost count of all the times he’s watched you nibble on your own lip and wished it was his instead. A million or more, if he has to guess.

Seeming to sense the way you've scrambled his brain, you nudge the tip of his nose with yours and giggle.

Seokjin can’t help but grin. “What’s so funny?”

“Thought of a good one,” you answer. Your smirk does his head in. The contrasting, goofy wiggle of your eyebrows squeezes his heart. “Better than yours, I think.”

He kisses you quick and hums, “Oh?”

You nod. 

The suspense is killing him. So is the way your clothed cunt grinds ever so slightly against his thigh. 

Fuck. 

He wants you, he wants you, he wants you. 

“You gonna make me come, Seokjin, or do I have to wait for you to file a subpoena?”

You may have to seek a refund for the prep course you paid for. 

For as long as you can remember, you’ve learned best through application. You could read the same chapter, over and over, and not absorb a word. The same was true with lectures, even more so when they’re pre-recorded rambles by the weirdest adjunct professors known to man. Sure, you may eventually memorize concepts this way, but they don’t sink in deeply enough to stay. You can’t use them in any way that helps you.

To no one’s surprise, no part of your civil procedure lecture sticks until it falls into your lap. 

Strike that. 

Until Seokjin loses his balance in trying to take his pants off, and falls onto your floor with a yelp.

A moment or two passes while you stare at each other in shock, but that dissolves quickly. And so do both of you, right into another fit of laughter that makes your shoulders shake. Then, you jump to your feet and hold your hands out to him.

Seokjin accepts them, though he doesn’t rely on them at all when he stands back up. He seems more than content just to hold onto you, whether or not he needs you to keep him steady. You have no complaints, for once in your life.

Shaking his head, he chuckles, “Venue change?”

“I think —” You hum and kiss the column of his throat. He swallows hard enough that you feel his Adam’s apple bob against your lips. So sensitive.  “This is what they call forum non conveniens.”

He’s having none of that, and you don’t necessarily blame him. As it turns out, the shoe isn’t terribly comfortable when it’s on the other foot.

You’re lifted without warning, bent over his shoulder, and hauled off in the direction of your bedroom before you can even squeak in protest. You drop like a bag of dirt — albeit a beloved bag of dirt — onto your mattress once he reaches it; his lips are on yours to swallow the gasp before it can leave your mouth.

As eager as his mouth are his hands, roaming down the curve of your waist and over your hips. With fistfuls of the pajama shorts you hadn’t bothered to change out of, his head dips down under your jaw. The warmth of his breath is quickly replaced by that of his tongue, flicking a short, languid line along your neck.

“Want you so fucking bad,” he breathes. A shiver shoots straight down your spine and you keen, head crashing gracelessly back against the pillows. “Just like this.”

And he means it — you can feel how true it is with him settled between your spread legs. He presses his hips forward to meet your clothed cunt, cock teasing you through four goddamn layers’ worth of fabric.

His lips flutter against your earlobe just seconds before his teeth graze your flesh. He continues, voice vibrating through his chest to yours, “All the time.”

You outright whimper when he grinds against you a second time. Halfway to crazy, you knot your fingers in his hair and wrap your legs around his back in a silent plea for friction. So hungry for him that it aches.

“Seokjin, need — oh, god.” 

You lose your train of thought the second his hand slides into the gap between your bodies. Long fingers slip below the waistband of your shorts and panties, too. He doesn’t stop there. Not with fingertips whispering over the mound of your cunt, not until he finds you wet and wanting.

So wet that you can hear it when the pad of his index finger runs along your slit.

His mouth curves against your neck, prompting you to shift your head on the pillow. You tilt your neck just enough to meet his eyes. 

To your surprise, he’s not smirking. Not even close. If anything, he looks awestruck. Like he’s finally realizing what he does to you, how your body reacts to him. From the looks of it, that discovery is flipping his whole damn world upside down.

For once, Seokjin doesn’t crack a joke and neither do you. It’s quiet, save for your tiny gasping breaths and the ripple of his fingertip swirling over your clit. Even the moan building in your chest gets the memo. It disappears somewhere in your throat when — fucking finally — that middle finger penetrates you.

And god, he sounds so wrecked when he finally speaks. 

“Tried to imagine it a thousand times, you know,” he murmurs. 

You clench around his finger as it curls upwards, shiver when he starts to stroke the sensitive spot along your front wall. His thumb picks up where his middle finger left off, pressing against your clit in a way that makes you mewl.

Seokjin only stops talking to kiss you deep and leave you dizzy. It’s too brief. If asked, you’d never be able to quantify what amount of time is enough, but you know that wasn’t, so you pout.

Ignoring your little whines, he continues with a hum, “How perfect you’d feel, if I ever got this lucky.”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You laugh as you say it, but you’re dead serious: “If you keep talking to me like that, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

Marry me, why don’t you? Beautiful bastard.

“Threat or promise?” 

He adds a second finger; and suddenly, you’re not laughing anymore. No, the strangled sound you make while you grind against his palm isn’t funny at all, but you can’t care about that now. Your focus is stuck on remembering how to breathe. In, out. On the stars blinking behind your eyelids when they give up and flutter shut.

He works you open for him like he’s already attuned, like it’s the fiftieth time he’s finger-fucked you and not the very first. And, quite frankly, it’s embarrassing how little time it takes for him to pull you apart at the seams.

No one has ever made you cum with such little effort. You’re scared to learn what it’s like when he tries.

You catch the triumphant gleam in his eye in the split second before you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He’s earned it, you suppose, so you’ll let him relish the personal record he’s managed to set on his first time out. You might even let him brag about it, so long as he continues to make you tremble like this.

“Shit,” he chuckles low near your ear. 

If he sounds muffled, it’s because you’re still waiting for your system to reboot. He knows this, knows how fucking sensitive you are, and slides his fingers out of you as slowly as possible. Still, those aftershocks throttle you; the unintentional stimulation makes you jolt.

“Yes,” you nod helplessly, squeezing your eyes and jaw shut simultaneously. “Shit is right. Perfect analysis, no notes.”

A chaste kiss is placed on your temple. It’s petal soft and subak sweet, but it functions like a defibrillator. Within a split second, he’s revived you. Eyes now open again, you exhume your face from where you buried it and blink up at him. Warm brown eyes light up when you reappear.

He’s so fucking beautiful that you almost want to avert your eyes. Key word: almost. You’ll drink in the sight of him until you drown, you think.

Seokjin looks concerned. With a shy smile, he checks in: “You okay? We can stop right now if you’re not.”

You don’t know who they are, but you know that they don’t make them like him anymore. Which is a fucking bummer for the rest of the world — just not for you. This one is all yours.

“You quitting on me, Kim?” You let your knee fall inwards to nudge his side, and you pretend not to notice how boneless you still feel. “Didn’t wait all this time to tap out early, did you?”

He rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, nonetheless. His warm palm massages the outside of your thigh affectionately, if only for a moment. Then, he pats his fingertips against the same spot. “Shorts off, champ.”

You follow his instructions and move to shimmy out of them, but not before snorting, “Champ?”

“Fine. Old sport?” He offers with a shit-eating grin. Your shirt smacks him in the face once you peel it off and chuck it at him. He pouts. “Hey!”

“Thanks, I hate it.” 

He tugs his shirt over his head, launches it over his shoulder without looking. Your unabashed stare immediately clocks the slight hint of his abdominal muscles. Lean, but not sharply contoured in a way that looks painful to touch. Soft. Perfect, even.

What lab were you engineered in?

“For someone with so many opinions, you don’t offer many suggestions.” He shoots you a pointed look while he unties the knot at his waistband drawstring. “What’s your proposal?”

You’d love to bite back at him. Really, you would, but he pulls his boxers down alongside his joggers, and every meaningful thought you’ve ever had goes flying out the fucking window. All that’s left is I want you, I want you, I want you.

Automatically, you reach out with a tentative hand, craving nothing more than to feel his velvet length in your hand. To your surprise, he stops you. He catches your hand in his, lifts it to his lips, and brushes a kiss over your knuckles.

“Rain check, baby,” Seokjin smiles against your skin. There it is. That’s the one. “Need to fuck you, posthaste, or I’ll simply pass away.”

You open your mouth to comment; he breezes right past you. He points to the mattress, then to the wall to your left. “On your side, love.”

That works, too.

“Face away from me.”

Never in your life have you moved so fast, all but throwing yourself down where he told you to. As you land with a slight bounce, you mouth to yourself, Posthaste? Nerd.

A second slips by, then Seokjin slips into the space behind you. His lips tickle the back of your neck when he kisses the base of it, causing you to gasp yet again. Maybe that’s just how you breathe when he’s around — like you don’t know how.

His hand drifts down the length of your side, passing over the doughy flesh of your ass. He gives it a squeeze for good measure — because of course he does — but he doesn’t linger, not now.

That hand continues until you feel his fingertips scratch affectionately at the back of your right thigh. He doesn’t need to ask; you lift your leg, allowing your knee to hinge overtop of his hand. Now that his hands are occupied, you offer yours to assist. 

This time, he doesn’t stop you when you wrap your fingers around his length. And fuck, there’s so much of it. Part of you wants to ask where the hell he thinks he’s going to fit all of it, but you’re not a quitter, so you keep your mouth shut. 

Seokjin shivers under your touch, breath catching in his throat so blatantly that you can hear it right behind your ear. 

“Hmmm,” you tease, squeezing the crown gently as you circle your wrist. “Does that work for you, champ?”

His forehead drops against your shoulder. The groan you force out of him is twice as long as necessary, followed by an unwilling laugh. “You’re right, okay? You’re fucking right. It’s awful. Just so fucking bad.”

Your thumb swipes over his leaking tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum waiting for you there. You’re relentless. “Sure you don’t like old sport better? Huh, buddy?”

“Baby,” he warns. There isn’t much heat to it, but it burns white hot in your core anyway.

The stretch of his cock does, too, when you finally stop fucking with him and start letting him fuck you. The breath he holds as he enters you slowly is let out in a shuddered groan when he bottoms out. Perfectly full and fully incapable of teasing him further, you simply melt back against his chest.

He’s careful to start, testing the waters and refusing to push you too far, too fast. You want more, though, you always have. Greedy, you rock your hips back against him to force him deeper into your weeping hole. He takes the hint, fingertips pressing bruises into the underside of your knee as he picks up his pace — and you’re far too blissed to care.

He pistons into you eagerly, deliberate. His hips clap against the flesh of your ass, but the sting of it all can’t compete with the way he splits you open. Makes you reach back to cling to any part of him you can get your hands on, claim whatever you find for keeps. Buried to the hilt, and somehow,  he’s still not close enough.

You’re close, if your fluttering walls have anything to say about it. You’re babbling, too, so lost in pleasure that you can only repeat — over and over — how fucking perfect he is. How perfect for you he is.

Seokjin peppers kisses down the curve of your shoulder as he thrusts. It’s the only real indication you have that he’s at a loss for words, too; that he’s compensating for the quiet. He kisses you with an open mouth, teeth grazing the space he finds, leaves a mess on your sweat-slicked skin.

“Fuck,” he grunts. You mewl. “Can’t stop thinking about —”

“Just like that, please.”

“— how many times I could’ve —”

You wail, “Shit, Seokjin, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

The staccato strokes will be the death of you, you’re sure of it. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop. Not when he kisses the back of your neck again, and not when he murmurs directly in your ear, “— had you like this, if I’d said something years ago.”

Please, please, please. 

It’s all you can say, again and again, as if he isn’t already giving you everything you want before you even ask for it. Responding to every movement you make, fucking into you with precision so that each vein of his cock brings friction where you crave it. Fucking you through your orgasm when it catches you in a riptide and sends you reeling.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice is soothing despite the recklessness of his thrusts. “So good for me. So fucking good.”

You’re still gushing when he snaps his hips forward and stills, cock twitching as he lets himself go inside of you. Still trembling when his head droops forward to nuzzle against your shoulder blade, and when you feel his breathing begin to slow in tandem with yours.

Once he pulls himself out of you, a few moments pass in fucked-out silence. It’s comfortable, if you ignore the mess between your thighs — and you do, for now. Your brain is too busy to waste time on that.

You’re exhausted and bordering on delirious when you say it, but that doesn’t make it any less true:

“I might love you, probably.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. He doesn’t move either, which makes you wonder if he’s fallen asleep with his face smushed into your bare back. But you feel the tiniest exhale through his nose; the kind of laugh you get from him when he’s too tired to be any louder.

His reply is muffled, lips still pressed against your skin, but you hear it perfectly.

For the record, he probably loves you, too.

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Ooh Jin pulling out the "if he can do it, I can do it" with the sexy lap dance. I love Jin in this, but it is Jungkook all the way for me. Jungkook is sex on legs with the body chain, but also still think he is sweet and shy under that sexy persona. Looking forward to Jungkook's date.

Paradise | JJK - Six

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), hand job, dirty talk, orgasm denial, sort of a soft dom situation going on, Jungkook is a tease, Jin is a tease, I feel like I should warn you that Jin wears glasses in this chapter, oh and Jungkook wears the PTD On Stage body harness so y'know - caveat lector

Word Count: 7.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: It's been two months since the last chapter dropped and it feels so good to be back! This is the longest chapter yet and honestly was primed to be even longer but I decided to chop it. I think I picked a good place to end it. You'll have to let me know if you agree!!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

Previous Chapter ♦ Masterlist

The high rises in Jin’s neighborhood stretch endlessly into the evening sky. As you exit the subway station, emerging into the upscale part of town where Jin lives, you try not to let their astounding heights intimidate you.

You’re not very successful.

Obviously, Jin’s thriving. The man travels constantly and seems to spend most of his days in meetings for various business projects. But what that really meant hadn’t hit you until right now. He must be doing incredibly well if he can afford to live here, among these towering monoliths shining in the neon light of the bustling city.

Jin’s apartment is near the top of the building, so the elevator ride is a long one. Which is unfortunate, because it gives you time to think. And thinking usually leads to nervousness. Even though you’ve been out with Jin several times before tonight, you still feel that rush, the buzz of anticipation and anxiety.

Clutching your phone, you reread the messages again.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): Can’t wait to see you later

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): I’m going to earn this tonight 🏆

That little trophy made you laugh at first, but the longer you stared at it, the longer you wondered - just how seriously are these guys taking this? Both he and Jungkook made it sound like you dating them both is some sort of game, but you figured they were joking. Jin’s text now has you considering if maybe they’re a little too into it.

The idea of the two of them duking it out for your affections worried you mere hours ago, when you informed the group chat about your upcoming dates. At the time, all you could think about was how stressful this might be, and how messy it could possibly get. You scroll back through the group chat now, to remind yourself what Jisoo said.

Queen Ji 👑 (1:42): They’re adults. They know what they signed up for

Queen Ji 👑 (1:43): So don’t stress. Enjoy yourself tonight. And tomorrow

Her words bring you comfort. Taking a deep breath, you relax your shoulders as the elevator arrives at Jin’s floor. You’re going to keep things light tonight. Casual. Just enjoy the moment. And try not to think about your other date tomorrow.

But as you walk down the hallway, something else occurs to you. If Jin and Jungkook are really going to compete, that means they're probably going to pull out all the stops, right? Do their best to impress you.

To please you.

You come out of your reverie as Jin opens his door. Only to fall head first directly into another one.

Jin’s hosting a dinner date at his apartment, what you’d assumed to be a casual affair, but he appears to be dressed for the red carpet. He wears a sharply tailored black suit, silky black tie popping against a crisp white shirt, hair swept off his face to show off his handsome forehead and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that are perched on his perfect nose. He’s stunning, standing there looking like the lead in some romantic movie as he smiles warmly at you.

“Uhhh…” you greet him ever so eloquently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get the formalwear-only memo.”

“Yah, sorry, I had a meeting this afternoon that ran long.” Jin laughs as he bends to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful.” A wave of goosebumps flows down your neck.

Unsure what exactly to wear tonight, you’d settled on a summery dress, one of your favorites, wanting to be comfy but cute. Your personal motto.

Jin steps back, gesturing for you to enter.

“Holy shit!” No wonder Jennie called this place a ‘panty-dropper.’ Jin’s apartment is ridiculously luxurious. Pristine white walls, shiny marble floors, windows that run from ceiling to floor. Since he’s on the corner of the building, there’s an amazing nearly panoramic view of the city below.

The open concept space is divided by furniture into a living room, dining room, and kitchen. The furniture is sleek and modern. Pendant lighting hangs from the ceiling, plush rugs decorate the floors, and there is artwork everywhere.

“I know, this place is a little ostentatious,” Jin acknowledges sheepishly as he guides you towards the kitchen. “My accountant said it would be a good investment.”

The other rooms are impressive, but the kitchen is an absolute dream. No wonder he chooses to film his cooking show from home. Spotless stainless steel appliances, double oven in the wall, gas range, an island that honestly could be described more accurately as a continent - even someone with your limited-to-nonexistent culinary skills is completely dazzled by the extravagance of the space.

“It’s spectacular. No shame in flaunting what you’ve earned.” You sit on a leather stool at the island, crossing your bare legs. Something is simmering on the stove and it smells fantastic, immediately driving any thoughts about the apartment’s opulence out of your mind. “Is that dinner?”

“Mmmhmm,” he replies, attending to the bubbling pot. “Haemul kalguksu. I’ve already got some other dishes waiting on the table. And something delicious for dessert, of course.”

“Sorry, can you repeat that? I couldn’t hear over the ‘whoosh’-ing sound of my mouth filling with a tidal wave of saliva.”

Jin cackles, that silly squeaky laugh echoing in the cavernous room as he peels off his suit jacket and lays it carefully across a stool. “Very descriptive. Perhaps a little too much so.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“What can I get you to drink?” he inquires. “I’m not much of a mixologist, but I make a mean old fashioned, if you like whisky.” He rolls his sleeves up, pushing the stiff white material of his shirt up over his sinewy forearms, like he’s ready to get down to serious business.

Forget the soup, Jin right now is a whole meal and you’re suddenly absolutely starving. It’s good that the food smells so delicious, because it’s the perfect excuse if you start drooling.

“That sounds perfect.”

As he prepares your drinks, muddling the sugar, his glasses slip down his nose slightly, catching your attention.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. I don’t think I’ve seen them in any of your videos?”

He nudges them back into place with one long finger. “I usually wear contacts, but they were bothering me today.”

“You should wear them more often.” You prop your chin in your hand, grinning at him. “They’re cute on you.”

The tips of his ears flush as he strolls around the island, handing you your drink. “I’ll ask you to please pass along that comment to my agent. He calls me Harry Potter whenever he sees me in them. Told me not to wear them on camera.” He pauses to take a sip. “He claims they make my face ‘less marketable.’”

“Are you serious?” The whisky warms your chest as you laugh. “I think your agent needs to get his vision checked. There’s no way that face couldn’t net subscribers or sell a million products, glasses or not. If this were ancient Greece, someone would’ve launched a thousand ships over you by now.”

Jin cocks his head. “Are you comparing me to Helen of Troy?”

“You know your mythology,” you beam.

“And you know just how to flatter me,” Jin grins, tilting your face up and brushing his mouth against yours. You taste the sweetness of the cherry from his cocktail as you lick your lips.

He straightens up, his hand skimming softly down your arm, and you’re not sure if the shiver that rolls through you is from his touch or from the look in his eye.

“Uh. Sorry. I shouldn’t leave that boiling for too long.” He returns to the stove and as much as you want to protest, you are here for a dinner date. Probably not a good idea to distract the chef too much.

Of course, if dinner ends up ruined, there’s always takeout. A thought you keep in the back of your mind as you watch Jin at work, broad shoulders rippling under his starch white button-down.

“Is there anything I can help with?” you ask politely, hoping he’ll say no. You know your strengths. You’re more likely to be in his way than to be of any use.

“Nah, I’m almost done here. If you’ll grab my drink and go take a seat at the table, I’ll be right over.”

The dining table, a solid slab of dark wood, is already laden with side dishes that have your mouth watering. Jin joins you a minute later with a large pot of soup, pouring you a bowl piled high with seafood and vegetables. You both dig in, and for several minutes, the only sounds in the apartment are the two of you chewing and you repeatedly humming “Mmmmm” with nearly every bite to Jin’s delight.

The kalguksu is like no kalguksu you’ve ever had. Rich broth, tender noodles, perfectly balanced flavors - delicious doesn’t begin to cover it. You wish it would cool faster, but not enough to actually wait for that to happen. As it is, you’re not eating it as quickly as you’d like because you’re in the presence of another person. If you were alone, you’d be shoveling it into your mouth like a human backhoe.

It’s times like this that you reflect on what a total catch you are.

“Jin,” you begin, when you finally take a break from eating to breathe, “this soup is unbelievable. Did you make these noodles yourself?”

“Of course. What kind of chef would I be if I invited you over for dinner and then used store-bought ingredients?” He pretends to be offended, one hand held over his heart.

You shrug. “An economical one?”

“I suppose. But I’m happy to have a reason to make a meal like this for once. Not as much fun cooking for one.”

“Mmm, can’t quite relate, since the extent of my cooking is usually warming up leftover takeout, but… I think I get it. Why put in the effort if it’s just for yourself?” You grin. “Except, this is absolutely incredible. If I could make something like this, I think I’d make it all the time.”

“Well, if you want, I could show you how.” Jin leans forward across the table. “If you’d like.”

His voice is slightly husky and that look is back in his eye as he gazes at you. You swallow your whisky with a loud gulp, and he smirks.

Another smirk flashes through your mind, and you glance away.

“Private cooking lessons from a world-famous chef?” You hold out your arm and pinch it. “Nope, I’m not dreaming.” Your nose scrunches. “Wait, you didn’t say ‘for free.’”

“Of course for free!” he laughs. “I’m just saying. The offer stands if you want to take it.” He helps himself to more pajeon. “If you need a personal reference, ask Yoongi. I’m the one who taught him everything he knows. Well, a lot of it, anyway.”

Forget the travel and the worldwide fame, that’s a claim worth bragging about. Yoongi’s a fabulous cook, something you’ve been blessed to discover over the years, from the late night post-bar broke student feasts he’d miraculously whip up at his apartment in college to the chic dinner parties Jennie loves to host now. True, you grudgingly attend those, but that has nothing to do with the food. You usually leave each party with a ton of yummy leftovers.

“You know, the more I get to know you, the more I’m shocked that you and Yoongs are so close. You’re such opposites! He’s so reserved, so deadpan, and you’re so -”

“Loud and awkward? Clownish?”

Your lips twitch mirthfully. “I was going to say, cheerful and open. From those suggestions, I’d worry about your self-esteem, except I’m pretty sure someone who refers to himself as ‘Worldwide Handsome’ doesn’t need any help in that department.”

Jin sighs, ladling more soup into his bowl. “I knew telling you that story would come back to bite me one day.”

In between more servings, the two of you chat about your weeks. Even with multiple trips that forced you out of your apartment, yours was still boring in comparison to Jin’s packed schedule of filming new episodes, meeting with potential sponsors, and overseeing his restaurant plans. How does he manage to get so much done? Some days, it feels like just logging in to work takes too much effort.

Eventually, sated, you push your bowl away with a contented sigh. Jin reaches for your empty glass. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please.” Swiveling in your chair, you watch him play bartender. Again, those forearms are so distracting, keeping you preoccupied as he mixes up another round. “So… why cooking?”

“Why cooking?” Jin echoes, looking up from his muddling.

“Yeah, you know,” you wave your hand vaguely, “what made you decide to become a chef?”

“Ah. Uh, well, my parents both loved to cook. Growing up, I’d hang out in the kitchen with them while they made dinner. It almost seemed like magic, what they could do. I always watched so closely. When I got old enough, they started teaching me.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely.”

“Yeah.” Jin stares unseeing at the glass in his hand, lost in thought, a soft smile on his lips. “Dinner tonight was a family recipe. I remember the first time they showed me how to make the noodles. I did a terrible job of rolling them out and they were these hard little lumps of dough, barely edible, but they still said it was the best they’d ever had.”

“How sweet!” you coo, picturing a tiny Jin rolling noodles, getting flour everywhere, beaming with joy when his parents tell him well done. It’s an adorable image.

“When I realized I could go to culinary school and make a career out of what I loved doing, there was no second guessing.” He hands you your drink as he rejoins you at the table.

“And now you teach others, too, with your show. That’s beautiful.” You sip your whisky. “I wish I had a cute memory to offer to explain how I ended up in my field, but it all came down to having a knack for stats. Not much of a story.”

Jin swirls his old fashioned, watching the ice bounce against the sides of the tumbler. “Permission to get a little cheesy?”

“Always granted.”

“To me, cooking is an act of love. It’s a way of caring for someone, by providing for them.” The sincerity in his words matches the look in his eyes as he speaks. “Teaching is a way of sharing that love, too. I’m lucky that I get to do that. Wouldn’t trade it for the world. But…” He chuckles quietly, shaking his head as he trails off.

“What? But what?”

Jin studies your face for a moment. You’re hanging on his every word, and that seems to encourage him to continue. “What I really want is to share that knowledge, that love, with someone. Not an audience. One person.”

It’s ludicrous to search for any sort of meaningful intent behind his words. Or wish for one. You’ve only just started dating.

But.

For two seconds, you picture it. What it’d be like to walk through that door and find him standing at the stove, maybe wearing a little apron that says “Kiss the Cook” or “Hey Good Lookin’” or something else silly and sweet, greeting you after a long day with a drink and a recipe ready to go. To feel his arms around you as he demonstrates how to properly knead dough, chin resting on your shoulder, grin on his lips as he rewards you with a kiss. To share that magic, that love together.

It’s an intoxicating little fantasy, made all the more so by the lavish surroundings you find yourself in and the gorgeous man sitting across from you, ears flaming red as he stares at his drink.

Reason catches up to you and politely requests that you slow down, maybe back up the moving trucks. There’s no need to rush anything. Light. Casual.

Focus on the moment.

Jin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality. “Like I said, cheesy.”

“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all.”

He smiles shyly, rubbing his neck. “Anyway, back to more important matters. Like dessert.”

“Oooh, yes, please!” You clap your hands. “What are we having?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a chocolate honey almond torte with fresh cream and strawberries.”

“Oh, right. So not fancy.”

Jin starts to clear the table, and you jump up to help. He tuts, waving you away. “No, no, you’re my guest. Go have a seat in the living room and I’ll bring dessert out in a few minutes. Just gotta clean a few of these pots first - I can’t stand dirty dishes in my sink.”

You don’t even bother to feign a protest. Grabbing your drink, you stroll around Jin’s living room as he cleans, admiring the view. The city skyline shimmers around you, bright lights gleaming against the darkening summer sky, calling to mind your date at Dionysus.

“Either your bag is possessed or you’re getting a text,” Jin calls out, pointing to where your clutch rattles on the kitchen island.

“Probably Jennie being nosy,” you sigh, grabbing your bag. Or Lisa begging for details. Or possibly Rosé trash talking Jin. Anyone except Jisoo, who you know is out on a date of her own with Taehyung. Or was it Jimin? Fuck, maybe it was both.

“Tell her I said hi,” Jin chuckles as you stroll back into the living room, glancing at your phone.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:02): hey

Or it’s your neighbor.

(9:04): Hey

(9:04): Aren’t you at work?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): yeah, worked a day shift for the guy i swapped with

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): so i’m leaving soon

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): thought i’d see if you’re around

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): wanna hang out?

You can practically picture his wide doe eyes as he waits for your reply. Smiling to yourself, you perch on the edge of the blue velvet couch separating the living room from the dining room as you tap out your response.

(9:06): Sorry, I’m not free tonight

Three dots appear and disappear a few times.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:07): are you out with him?

You glance over at where Jin is still scrubbing dishes.

(9:07): Yeah, we’re on a date

The dots return, linger a little longer.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:09): k

You frown. Texting makes it impossible to read tone, but that single letter reply is never a good sign.

Your thumbs are hovering over the keyboard as you try to formulate a response when the dots come back. Then they disappear. Appear, disappear, appear….

A loud clanging sounds from the kitchen and you nearly jump out of your skin. Jin’s holding a metal bowl, whipping something furiously. He sees your startled expression and his eyes crinkle merrily. “Sorry! Just beating my cream.”

“Jesus, Jin, phrasing!”

His honking resonates across the room.

Thankfully, the noisy clattering of Jin’s churning and giggling masks the curse that slips from your mouth as a photo pops into the message app.

Jungkook smolders at you on your screen. He wears a black blazer, cut deeply enough to reveal more than an eyeful of his taut pecs, and he’s sliding the material up his torso to show off his tight abs, and something else. Something silvery that glitters as it hangs down his chest - a metal body chain? It appears to wrap around him like a harness. His dark curls are perfectly tousled, hanging in his eyes as he gazes at the camera with a sly smile.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:11): up next. think they’ll like my new costume?

You blink rapidly. Given the way your entire body is responding to the pixels in your hand, pulse racing, breath quickening, thighs twitching, you can only imagine how that room is bound to explode once the real Jungkook hits the stage in that outfit.

What a flimsy pretense of a question, though. He’s so obviously trying to distract you from your date.

And it’s so obviously working.

(9:12): Yeah, I think they will

(9:12): Especially the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): you like it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): wanna play with it sometime?

You tilt your head in confusion.

(9:14): Play with it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): yeah

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): wind it around your hand

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): pull it tight

Jin’s finishing plating your desserts as you glance over at the kitchen, delicately topping the slices of torte with fresh cream and sliced strawberries. You should probably stop texting Jungkook, but your thumbs aren’t listening at the moment.

(9:16): Like while you’re wearing it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:16): just imagine

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): i'm pressing you against the door again

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your legs wrapping around me

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your hand grabbing the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): don't know if i can hold back next time. think you could hold on?

Fuck. You just had to ask.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): can you see it?

Oh, you can see it. The room around you vanishes as his words conjure up a vision of you and him, against the door, your hand clutching the chain, twisting, tightening, as he thrusts into you, watching with dark eyes and that wicked smirk as you cum again and again…

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): gotta go. see you tomorrow

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): sweet dreams, neighbor

Wow, okay.

Should’ve just left your phone in your clutch. If Jungkook’s mission was to wind you up, he succeeded beyond belief. You shift in your seat, slightly uncomfortable at how wet and needy you suddenly feel. Dating these two at once might be hazardous to your health. You’re going to have to set some sort of boundaries, because this is ridiculous.

But whatever you do in the future, right now you should definitely stop rereading his messages.

“Are you giving Jennie a play-by-play?” Jin’s voice stirs you from your stupor. You toss your phone back into your clutch and take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Downing the rest of your cocktail, you shake the text exchange off and beam at Jin as he joins you on the couch.

“Nah, that’ll wait until brunch. So… you wake up to that insane view every morning, huh? Must be nice,” you quip. “I mean, sometimes the dry cleaners across the street from my place will put a pretty frock in the window, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.”

“I do feel a little spoiled here,” he admits. “This place is wasted on me, especially since I’ve been traveling so much since I moved in.”

The slice of torte he hands you looks too decadent to eat, but that doesn’t stop you. “Oh fuck me, this is amazing. Holy shit. You baked this in addition to cooking that magnificent meal?”

“As much as I’d love to say that…” Jin points to the island, where a bakery box sits. “I’m not much of a baker. I just added the strawberries and cream.”

“Ah, well, there goes your trophy,” you sigh dramatically. Jin looks confused for a moment, then catches on.

“Night’s not over yet,” he states, swiping a strawberry off your plate. You utter a tiny ‘hey!’ as he pops the berry into his mouth.

“Yeah, but dessert usually signals the end of the night, doesn’t it? Also, stealing my food is not going to win you any points.”

Jin sets his plate on a side table and peers at you with a devious grin. “So you’re keeping score, then?”

You grimace as he laughs. “You know what I mean.”

“Anyway, this isn’t what I meant by dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow at his statement. He takes your plate from your hands. You’re not finished, but you don’t put up a fight. That look is back in his eye again, and this time you don’t see any reason to turn away.

However, before you can scoot any closer to him, he walks across the room.

“If you’re about to reveal another torte, I’ll reconsider that trophy.”

He just shakes his head, back to you as he places his phone on a little stand. He swipes a few times and the lighting in the living room dims. Then heavy bass begins to thump all around you. Before you can make any dumb jokes about setting the mood, Jin suddenly spins around, pinning you to the couch with a sultry stare.

His hips begin to sway in time to the pounding beat.

“Jin?”

He presses a finger to his lips.

“Yoongi told me what Jungkook does for a living,” he informs you, fingers loosening the knot in his tie. “I thought I should step up my game. What am I going to do, just keep cooking you dinner?”

Because the question is rhetorical, you don’t reply, “Yes, you should do that.” But you do think it.

“I realized, I can take a page out of his own playbook.”

He punctuates his point by yanking the tie from around his neck, whipping it towards the floor a few times before throwing it at you. It bounces off your shoulder, landing on the couch beside you. Threading it through your fingers, you rub the silky material as Jin saunters towards you.

Oh shit, this is happening.

Jin puckers his pillowy lips, blowing a kiss as he advances. Should you say something - whoop or yell or otherwise encourage him in some manner? Having never had a private dance before (you try not to think about what is happening right now at Paradise), you’re not sure what the proper protocol is.

He sidesteps, right left, to the beat, as he dances his way across the room. His moves are a little erratic, hitting a little too hard. But you have to give him props. He seems to really be into it.

Jin stops a foot away, peering down at you with an intense expression as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His gyrations become more pronounced as he winks. Then he abruptly drops to his knees, shimmying his shoulders. A blurt laugh of shock escapes you at the unexpected movement, and he pouts, stilling. “Don’t laugh!”

“Sorry!” You don’t mean to, truly. It’s really cute, what he’s trying to do. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

Uncrossing your legs, you sit up, still clutching the tie. Bobbing your head to some hip-hop track you vaguely recognize, you try to lose yourself in the music as Jin slips back into the rhythm.

His hands continue down his chest, working at the buttons. A light sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead, strands of jet black hair sticking to his face as he tosses his head. When he finishes the last one, he tugs his shirt down his arm, shrugging his bare shoulder emphatically in time with the song. Then he reveals his other arm, letting the shirt roll down to his fingertips.

Your eyebrows lift as Jin reveals a finely toned torso. Not ripped, but fit as fuck. Your eyes rake over his knotted shoulders, admiring the flexing muscles in his arms as he pulls the shirt off. He loses his undershirt next, and you immediately zero in on the dark treasure trail that drifts from his navel to disappear under his belt.

“Excuse me, my eyes are up here,” he smirks, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up to face him. He rips his glasses off theatrically and flings them aside. “Right here.”

He surges forward, placing both hands on either side of your thighs, and you think he’s going to kiss you, so you lean in as well, but he suddenly stops and scrambles away, fingers combing over the rug until he finds his glasses. “Sorry, I can’t actually see anything without these.”

Biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your giggle, you nod understandingly.

Kneeling in front of you again, he takes your right hand and places it on the buckle of his belt. With a naughty quirk of his eyebrow, he silently urges you to undo it. You do as desired, but before you can ease the leather strap through the loops, he stands and wiggles out of his pants, hips thrusting exaggeratedly to force the material down his legs. If you were still leaning forward, you might lose an eye.

Your shoulders shake with repressed laughter. Hopefully it just looks like you’re dancing.

Jin doesn’t give you a moment to enjoy the sight of him standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a pair of silky black boxers and a smile, before all six-foot-whatever of him ends up in your lap.

“Oh!” you exclaim as he straddles your thighs. Given how cute he’s been so far, you weren’t really expecting him to take it all the way and complete the “lap” portion of the lap dance. But he’s clearly committed. Jin winks again as he looks down at you

The hip-hop track fades away and a new song begins. It’s slinkier, an R&B jam with a more relaxed groove and a slower tempo.

Maybe it’s the new beat. Maybe it’s his nearness to you. Whatever it is, something shifts in the air. The mood in the room changes.

You stop laughing.

Jin smoothly rolls his hips as he sinks into your lap. There’s an impulse to reach out and clutch at him, hold on to the thick thighs astride yours, but you don’t know if you should, so you distract yourself with his tie, winding the soft material around your fingers.

You needn’t have worried about what to do. He’s still in the lead, ready to show you. Gently, he tugs on your right hand and brings it up to his chest. The tie flutters to the ground.

Your breath hitches as he presses your palm to his smooth, warm skin. You can feel his heart pounding. Strong. And fast. It matches the rhythm of your own.

Slowly, almost painfully so, Jin drags your hand across the firm planes of his chest. His head tips back, dark hair falling from his face as he keeps moving your hand down, over the gentle ridges of his abs, over the valley of his navel, down, down…

His hand stills just as your palms brushes over the satiny waistband of his boxers. You’ve been silent until now, mouth slightly agape as you concentrate on the sensation of your skin on his, focusing like you’re trying to commit every inch to memory, but when you realize he’s stopped, you whimper. Just a tiny little whine. Barely noticeable over the music.

Of course he hears it.

He rolls his head to the side, examining you. You can only imagine your appearance, chest heaving, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes wide as they stare at where your fingers meet his boxers. Already looking fucked out when he’s barely touched you yet.

“Did you need something?” he murmurs.

You nod, trying to lower your hand, but he holds it in place. You whine. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Peeking up at him through your eyelashes, you sweetly beg, “Please let me touch your cock.”

His eyes widen slightly, cool facade momentarily slipping at your choice of words, but he regains control. “I might not be a professional, but I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.”

“Fuck the rules,” you curse, hooking your free hand around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

He tastes of tart berries and sweet cream. Your mouth mutes Jin’s surprised yelp as you nibble on his pouty bottom lip. He releases your hand to cup your face, taking charge of the kiss. You don’t fight him, because the moment his hand drops yours, you find what you were searching for.

He’s hard, a massive tent forming underneath your hand as you stroke him through the silk. Fuck, he’s big, too. You want to pull him out, take a peek, but then Jin breaks off the kiss.

“Hey!” He watches your hand at work. “That, ah, shit, that’s not part of the plan!” His hips don’t appear to be on the same page as his mouth, though, given the way they keep jerking forward, seeking more caresses.

“Plan, huh? Maybe we should move to the next step? Seems like part of you wants to,” you giggle, flashing a cheeky smile.

He snaps back in charge. You pout as one hand pulls yours off of his crotch while the other grasps your chin to lift your head up. He brings your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm, and your sulk quickly turns into a gasp as his lips part and his teeth lightly graze your fingertips.

“Patience,” he states, voice firm. “Be good for me now. I already told you. I want to have my dessert.”

A wave of heat rolls through you, thighs clenching together at his commanding tone and dark eyes. Fucking hell, was this guy always here, lurking just underneath the goofy quips and honking laugh?

Jin slides from your lap and settles on the floor in front of you again. His large hands are hot on your thighs as they slide towards your skirt, just stopping when his fingers brush the soft material. “Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he slowly guides your legs apart. His hands keep traveling upward, only stopping again when they reach your panties. Long fingers hook under the satin and lace, tugging them downward. You lift your hips without hesitation and he tugs them all the way off.

He runs a finger along your slit and you whimper again. “Oh, look at you,” he sighs happily. “You’re completely soaked.” As if you couldn’t already feel that. He pops his finger into his mouth and sucks. “So juicy and sweet. The perfect dessert.”

“Jesus Christ, Jin!” Both hands reach for him. He playfully grabs your wrists and pulls them together as he clucks his tongue.

“What did I say about being patient?” he inquires, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remark.

“Yes, it is.” He rubs his thumbs over your wrists and the sensation sends a bolt of electricity to your core.

“I never claimed to be virtuous.”

He visibly fights a smile as he releases your wrists and reaches behind you, hands pressing against your lower back to urge you forward to the edge of your seat. Another bolt races through you as he lowers his lips to your ear, warm breath tickling as he whispers, “Try to behave for me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bite your lip and nod, reaching deep to find some patience. It’s not your strong suit. All you want to do right now is throw yourself on him and kiss him and touch him and ride him into the sunrise. But that’s clearly not what he has in mind.

So you’ll hold him to that promise, and wait.

He pushes your dress up to your waist. “Here. Hold this,” he instructs, and you clutch at your skirt, keeping it from sliding back down, thankful for something to do with your hands.

Jin grabs a few plush throw pillows and arranges them at your back. “Comfortable?” You nod, and he presses his plump lips to the inside of your knee. “Good. Now lie back, but keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch while I savor you.”

“Fuck,” you mumble.

He laughs, a low rumble that sends a puff of air darting along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he kisses his way towards your core. You stare, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he finally reaches where you need him most, and licks a long stripe up your folds with the flat of his tongue.

And then he dives right in.

Your mouth falls open in silent exclamation as he devours you. The soft pile of pillows catches you, keeping you upright as you go slack with pleasure. Jin eats you like he’s eating one of the strawberries from earlier, eagerly, messily, lips sucking, tongue darting out to lap up your juices, chin and nose slick and glossy in the dim lighting of the room. His hands slide under your thighs, locking your legs in place as he works.

His mouth feels like heaven. Your voice returns to you and you keen as he circles your clit with his tongue. Judging by the muffled groan he lets out, Jin’s enjoying his ministrations almost as much as you are.

There’s no way you’re turning away from that lustful gaze as his mouth moves against you. After several blissful minutes, Jin releases your legs to sit back and catch his breath. He removes his glasses, which have fogged slightly, using his discarded shirt to wipe them clean.

“I hope you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, because I could eat you all night.”

“Jiiiinnn,” you whine, knuckles turning white as you grip the bottom of your dress, patience wearing thin. “Please!”

He runs a thumb over your folds, a light tease, and you tilt your hips, trying to urge him to touch you more, but his other hand splays on your belly and holds you back as he gives you a stern look.

“Uh-uh,” he chides you. “I thought you were going to be good? Be patient for me?” His thumb flits around your clit, tantalizingly close. “I’m enjoying this. Don’t you want me to enjoy my meal?”

Fuck. Where did this dominant side of Jin come from and just how far does it go? You’d love to explore it. But some other night. Right now, you just want to get off.

You nod fervently. “I’ll be good.”

One of his long fingers parts your folds and slips inside. As you mewl helplessly, falling back into the lush pillows again, Jin’s mouth finds your clit. He strokes your inner wall, crooking his finger perfectly. His other hand roams up your stomach, squeezing your right breast through your clothes.

He resumes his frantic pace. The lewd noises his tongue and lips make are no match for the guttural moans emanating from him as he basks in the way you taste and the way you tremble. He squirms a little, and a spot of drool gathers in the corner of your mouth as you fantasize about how much his cock must be aching right now and how much you’d love to help him find some relief. But the only thing you can articulate is his name, which spills from your lips again and again as an exquisite tension builds within you. It spreads, toes and feet flexing as your whole body tightens, preparing for your end -

Jin stops.

A wordless wail of indignation is all you can manage as you stare at Jin in frustration. He chuckles, a rude sound far from his usual squeaky giggle, and drags his nails down your thighs. You shiver despite your current state of agitation.

As much as you’d love to ask him what the actual fuck, you keep silent, panting, waiting.

After what feels like an eternity, Jin grins. “You’ve been so good. Let me finish my meal.”

He immediately plunges two fingers into you as he drops his face to your cunt to suckle at your clit.

“Fuck, Jin!”

His fingers, his tongue, his lips. That lascivious stare. It’s too much. The tension returns faster than you expect and you can’t stop yourself from bucking against his face before the pressure bursts and you cum, crying out, as Jin moans against you, still drinking you in, tongue fluttering away, fingers not stopping, until you drop your skirt and gently push him away.

“Holy. Shit.” you huff as Jin joins you on the couch. He draws you into his side as you try to catch your breath. You glance at his lap and see his erection straining at his boxers. “I see you liked your meal.”

He nods, cupping your face. “Very much.” His kiss is searing, all heat, and he gasps into your mouth as your hand slips beneath the silk and wraps around his hardness, giving him a few strokes.

You quickly free him from his boxers, eyes widening slightly as you finally witness his impressive length. He doesn’t move to stop you this time, but encourages you on with tiny grunts as he thrusts up into your hand. You can’t resist purring, “I’m ready for my treat now,” as you duck your head to take his cock in your mouth.

He must’ve really enjoyed you, because he doesn’t last long after that. A few more strokes, a few swirls around his sensitive head, and Jin’s spurting hot into your throat with a low groan, fingers laced in your hair. You swallow each pulse that your hand pumps out.

The two of you collapse against the cushions, your head on his shoulder, his arms around you tight. You’ve no idea how much time passes before he speaks. “That wasn’t part of the plan, either.”

You smile into the soft curve of his throat. “I improvised.”

“I’ll allow it.” He stretches. “Do you want some water? I need some water.”

“Oh god, yes please.”

He pads towards the kitchen, and you tip your head to ogle his rather firm ass as he walks away.

“Are the windows tinted from outside or are you an exhibitionist?” you call after him.

He simply grins as he returns with two glasses of water.

“I would like to shower,” he announces, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Would you care to? Alone, of course” he quickly clarifies, “unless you want company. I’m happy either way. But I thought I’d offer. In case you’d like to.”

You’re an absolute mess, so showering sounds wonderful. Before you can make up your mind whether you’d like to wash up alone or possibly go through round two in his shower together, he babbles on.

“Not that I’m trying to say the night’s over or it’s time to go or anything. If - if you want to stay, you’re welcome to.” Jin gently brushes his fingers across your cheek, gaze darkening again. “I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. I have a big appetite.”

You consider your choices. Go home and get some sleep so you’re refreshed for tomorrow? You don’t want to be a zombie for your date with Jungkook. Or stay and see just how much of that bold promise of an all-night buffet he can keep?

“So… do you want to stay?”

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I can’t believe just now finding this amazing gem!! This was was such a wholesome story, very proud of both but especially y/n’s character growth 😭 Jin was definitely annoying in the beginning and Y’n I wanted to shake her up a bit and remind her that people are people too again. Also SOPE!! My Heart Cheered at their intro, of course Yoongi is the big Christmas softie. Of course can’t forget about President I mean Mayor Joon. A lovely lovely story!!

All I Don't Want for Christmas Is You! | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, crack, holiday, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, choking, biting, dirty talking, orgasm delay, Jin has an enormous... ego, vaginal sex, a lot of terrible holiday puns

Word Count: 23.7K (I'M SO SORRY)

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don't own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: The holidays are here! But instead of celebrating, you're trapped in a town called Christmas with your office nemesis, Seokjin Motherfucking Kim, and an unruly band of clients. Can you survive the trip and secure the promotion your boss has promised? Or will Jin take you down?

A/N: This was written for the @btswritingcafe's Holiday Fic Exchange. Happy holidays, Mai @jinpanman!! 🐧🎄🎅I've had SO much fun being your Secret Santa, and I hope you've had fun as well. In addition to writing you this little story (I'M SO SORRY AGAIN IT'S SO LONG), I also created a Spotify playlist to go along with it! I really hope you enjoy the goofy holiday movie I basically wrote here. It's like Hallmark After Dark. 😂

This is unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think, my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Please, take a seat,” your boss invited as you entered the cavernous space that was his office. Someone was already sitting in the other chair in front of his sleek black desk. You glared at the back of their head, recognizing them immediately.

Seokjin Kim. Why was he here?

If you compared your company, Beyond the Sound, to a rose, then Jin would definitely be the thorn. A big ol’ prick. As the other junior talent manager at your company, he drove you insane. Whereas you chose to use skill and knowledge and your relentless drive to achieve your goals, he preferred to coast along on his charm. And his considerable good looks.

As much as it physically hurt you to think nice thoughts about him, you couldn’t deny that he was one gorgeous man. Tall, with broad shoulders that tapered down to a small waist. Long, thick black hair that kissed the nape of his neck and fell into his eyes when he didn’t wear it swept off his face.

And that face. Dark, expressive eyes that crinkled merrily when he laughed, which happened a lot when he was schmoozing clients. Plush lips that puckered when he was displeased, which happened a lot when you were around. Cheekbones and a jawline to die for.

It was a fucking perfect face and you hated it.

You took a seat, crossing your legs demurely as your boss, Sejin, cleared his throat.

“I’m sure by now you’ve both heard the news. Irene is leaving us.”

Since it had been the only topic of conversation around the office for the last two days, you had in fact heard the news. Irene, the company’s hotshot manager, was leaving for greener pastures (aka more money from a larger management firm).

“She’s leaving us in a bit of a lurch, too. But the company’s loss is your gain,” he continued, leaning forward and folding his hands on his desk. “I think it’s time for a promotion.”

You sat up slightly, as did Jin.

“I’ve been more than pleased with the two of you and how you’ve served the company over the last year. You’re both in line to be promoted. But, there’s only one spot available - the one being vacated by Irene.” Sejin paused, letting his words sink in.

One spot. Two candidates. You glanced at Jin, only to realize he was already looking at you. Assessing. Narrowing your eyes, you turned back to your boss.

Sejin stood and looked out the floor length windows that made up the back wall of his office, clasping his hands behind his back as he surveyed the city below the high-rise. “I mentioned earlier that Irene is leaving us in a bit of a tight spot. The two of you are familiar with Euphoria, correct?”

Of course you knew Euphoria. They were one of the company’s biggest clients, an incredibly popular band from South Korea who had helped make Beyond the Sound into the powerhouse it was. Volatile didn’t begin to describe the band - they were the most chaotic group of artists you’d ever come into contact with since you’d started working in the music industry.

Well, okay, you personally hadn’t had much face-to-face interaction with them, beyond a quick hello at a party or industry event here and there, but you’d heard plenty of horror stories during your time working at Beyond the Sound.

The three members each had their own distinct idiosyncrasies that made them difficult to manage. Lead singer Park Jimin was an incredibly gifted vocalist and guitarist who hypnotized fans with his sexy shenanigans on stage. Unfortunately, this also led to a lot of offstage sexy shenanigans, and your company was usually scrambling to cover up any potential scandals caused by his various romantic entanglements.

The bassist/saxophonist/keyboardist Taehyung (just the one name, like he was Adele) was a renaissance man and a true artiste. Unfortunately, he took that second label extremely seriously, and was prone to flaking on public appearances or locking himself in his studio for days on end if he felt something or someone was interfering with his “vision.”

And then there was the drummer, Jeon Jungkook. Essentially the human version of Animal from the Muppets, he was loud, unruly, and prone to literally running amuck while the other two members were usually arguing.

They were exclusively Irene’s responsibility.

Sejin appeared to be waiting for an answer, so you and Jin both chirped, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. The band is releasing a holiday album this year - titled “Sleigh, What?!” - and in order to drum up publicity for it, they’re putting on an exclusive one-night-only concert, to be streamed around the world.”

Ah, so the rumors were true.

Euphoria reinvented themselves with every new album. Their first album was r&b-influenced boy band pop; the second, a punk rock fantasia; and their last, an ear-shattering mashup of screamo metal and EDM that left fans confused and led to a short-lived breakup followed by an immediate reunion. From what Sejin was saying, apparently they’d decided the best way to score a big comeback was with a collection of festive tunes. You’d heard whispers about the album through the office grapevine, but had chalked it up to a joke, assuming someone was mocking the band’s tendency to swing wildly from one genre to another.

Clearly, you’d been wrong.

“When and where is the concert?” Jin asked as you pulled out your phone to take notes. He arched a thick eyebrow, glancing at your phone, then tapped his temple, implying that he didn’t need to write anything down. Rolling your eyes, you waited for your boss to answer the question.

“Next month, the week before Christmas. And it’s being held in Christmas.”

“It’s… what?” Jin tipped his head as you paused in your typing.

“They’re putting on a concert in Christmas. As in the town about 1500 miles from here, in the Northeast. We struck a deal with the mayor - he’s letting us put on a show there to promote the album and his little middle-of-nowhere village gets major press for hosting one of the world’s hottest bands.”

You frowned as your thumbs tapped across your screen. “Wait a minute… I think I’ve heard of this town,” you stated, looking up from your notes. “It’s a real tourist trap, isn’t it? They have a Christmas-themed store that’s open year round, and all the mail stamped in the Post Office says “North Pole” on it, that kind of thing, right?”

Jin laughed. You winced, annoyed at his mirth. “Sounds like the setting for a Hallmark movie.”

Sejin nodded, returning to his desk. “Yes, and that’s exactly why we chose it. We really want to lean into the homespun holidays character of the place. The goal is for people to associate Euphoria with Christmas - both the town and the holiday - so that when the album drops, they’ll all buy it. Spread that magical cheer in their own houses with it.” He paused. “Or whatever. You get the idea.”

It was a cynical cash-grab, in other words. Just another day at the office.

“Everything has already been arranged - travel details, lodging, venue, an interview with that dreadful morning show Rise and Shine!, and so on. Irene has done her usual job of making sure everything is squared away down to the final letter.”

“So, what do you need me to do?” Jin asked.

You scowled before correcting him. “What do you need us to do, sir?”

Sejin smiled, but it seemed less comforting and more apologetic. “We need you to go to Christmas with the band. Both of you, together.”

If you’d had a piece of coal in your mouth, you would’ve produced a diamond from grinding your teeth so hard.

You didn’t want to go to this cheesy little town called Christmas, especially this close to the holidays, when the place would be swarming with crowds of sightseers. You didn’t want to have to babysit Euphoria and try to keep them from imploding yet again. But most of all, you absolutely did not want to be stuck in that tiny village supervising the band with Seokjin Motherfucking Kim.

What the hell did you do in a past life to deserve this?

“You’ll be responsible for ensuring that Euphoria makes it to all of their scheduled events. Especially the concert. Look, I’ll be frank.” He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “If they miss the interview or the meet and greet we’ve arranged, it will be unfortunate, but not the end of the world. But they cannot miss this concert! We need this performance to revive their fanbase and boost their album onto the charts. If “Sleigh, What?!” tanks….” he trailed off, looking at you and Jin in turn. “Then Irene won’t be the only one leaving Beyond the Sound.’

Well, fuck. Basically, if you and Jin didn’t pull this off, one or both of you would be fired? Fantastic. Just the cherry on top of this crap sundae.

“No problem, boss,” Jin cooed, shooting Sejin a set of finger guns. You grimaced. How had this guy’s schtick not worn thin by now?

If your boss found Jin as corny as you did, he didn’t let on. Instead, he simply nodded. “I have the utmost faith in both of you to handle this situation. I know everything will run smoothly and according to plan under your supervision.” He glanced at the shiny, undoubtedly expensive watch that adorned his wrist. “Please reach out to Irene for your travel details and itineraries. She’ll have everything you need.”

You rose to your feet. “Thank you, sir.” Spinning, you swiftly stalked towards the door, Jin close on your heels.

“Looks like we’ll be spending Christmas together, Princess,” he drawled as his long legs quickly caught him up until he was walking by your side.

“No, we’ll be working together before Christmas, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” you retorted, firing him a dirty look. He just grinned, holding the door open for you to exit your boss’s office. You didn’t bother to thank him, but that didn’t deter him from continuing to walk with you.

Jin had gifted you with that nickname during your very first week at work. One of the managers you were shadowing offered to buy the two of you lunch as a reward for a stressful day of training, handling a temperamental solo act. Fresh out of grad school, you were broke and more than appreciated a free meal. But you were a bit particular about your order and took a long time, and for some reason Jin decided that made you a princess.

So you were a woman who knew what you wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Was that really such a bad thing?

The nickname drove you crazy. You weren’t a princess, some fairytale creature who would only have value in relation to the men in her life - the prince or the king. Fuck that noise. You stood on your own two feet and claimed your own victories.

Yet no matter how many times you asked him to stop, Jin refused to listen. Now, a year later, the pet name persisted, a constant reminder of how aggravating he was.

After a few minutes of walking briskly, trying but failing to shake Jin, you arrived at Irene’s office. Knocking on the door, a quiet voice called for you to enter.

If there were a pecking order at Beyond the Sound, Irene would stand at the top of the pack. She was everything you aspired to be - glamorous, perfectly put together, and fierce as hell. No one fucked with Irene. Not even Jin. He knew she’d rip him to shreds with her signature blood-red stiletto fingernails and not break a sweat. Or a perfectly manicured nail.

You really wished you knew her secrets.

“So, Sejin saddled you two with Euphoria duty, huh?” she inquired, gesturing for you both to take a seat.

“I’d say unfortunately yes, but you’ve been stuck with them for years, so it doesn’t feel right to complain,” you responded.

Irene smiled. “They’re not so bad if you keep them in hand. I advise you to set a firm line with them from the start.” She eyed the two of you carefully. “The guys can be very charming when they want to be. Don’t fall for it.”

She looked directly at you when she said that last statement, and you frowned. Was she suggesting…?

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she keeps it professional,” Jin smirked. “No client/manager relations on my watch.”

“Excuse me, are you questioning my ethics?” you snapped, rounding on your coworker. “I certainly do not need you telling me how to do my job or - or monitoring my interactions with my clients!”

“Of course you don’t, Princess. Forgive me,” he apologized, but his grin belied his words. “But maybe I’ll just keep a sharp watch just in case.”

“I will email you all the info for the trip - flights, lodging, itineraries,” Irene ignored your sniping, as everyone in the office was long accustomed to the two of you squabbling. “Every day has been planned down to the last minute. All you have to do is make sure the band sticks to the schedule.”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jin trilled, and you fought the urge to gag.

“Thank you, Irene,” you replied graciously. “Your hard work won’t go to waste, I assure you.”

Irene just smiled, a vicious grin that actually sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, truly, I don’t care! By the end of the week, Euphoria will simply be an unpleasant memory for me. They’re your problem now!”

As you left her office, Jin snickered. “I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this trip even more now.”

You spun to look at him. “You know what I’m looking forward to? Getting the promotion.”

“Oh, you think it’s yours already?”

Stepping closer, you glowered up at him. “I know it is.”

“We’ll just see about that, Princess.” He winked, walking backwards as he headed towards his workspace. “Can’t wait to see you all bundled up for the chilly weather. Bet you look real cute in earmuffs.”

You clenched your fists so hard, your nails nearly drew blood. You couldn’t wait to kick that jerk’s ass. That promotion was yours.

**********

As irritating as the nickname was, it wasn’t Jin calling you Princess that made you hate him.

It was the Nevamind incident.

A few months into your time with Beyond the Sound, the company tapped you to work with a recently signed artist, an up-and-coming rapper who went by the stage name Nevamind. He’d been building buzz online with a series of mix tapes featuring brilliant lyrics and ridiculous beats, and it would be your job to get him ready for his debut album release.

For several days and a few long nights, you threw your every waking moment into creating an action plan for the rapper. You wanted to show your boss that you were ready to handle managing on your own, so you worked your ass off to prepare.

Excited, you showed up to the first meeting with the artist feeling nervous, but ready to share your ideas.

Only to find Jin waiting to meet with Nevamind as well.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out, staring at your coworker who had risen from his seat at the conference table, expecting the rapper to be the one walking through the door instead of you.

“I’m presenting to Nevamind, obviously. What are you doing here, Princess?” he responded with wide eyes.

“Uh, no, I’m the one doing the pitching! And don’t call me that!”

“Actually, you’re both pitching,” Sejin declared, entering the room behind you.

Apparently, there had been a misunderstanding. You weren’t assigned to help Nevamind, you were being asked to present your ideas to him. Along with Jin. Whomever the artist picked (with your boss’s input, of course) would become his manager.

This mix-up didn’t rattle you. No, if anything, this simply fueled you even more, now that it was literally a contest. Forget your anxiety - you were fired up, determined to win.

Jin sold his idea first. It was hardly a proposal - no slideshow, no binders showing statistics, just a measly single page handout. And him mostly talking off the cuff, flashing that killer smile, even throwing in a wink or two as he promised the moon to the rapper.

You were aghast at your coworker’s breezy attitude. Was that how he worked? Did he really care so little? He wasn’t just unprofessional, he was a total buffoon. It was all you could do not to laugh during the entire meeting, since your boss was also present.

Then it was your turn. Nevamind seemed to agree with the plan you painstakingly laid out with your multimedia presentation - interviews with some huge media outlets, a series of streaming episodes giving a behind-the-scenes look at the album’s completion, and then a major party to celebrate the release. You even got a bit of a flirty vibe from the rapper, but you quickly shut that down, wanting to maintain a firm boundary between work and pleasure. By the time you left, you were more than confident that Nevamind would be your first client.

Instead, a week later, that asshole was announced as the rapper’s manager. All your hard work went down the drain.

How on earth had that guy won? Flabbergasted, you turned to your coworkers for an explanation. Everyone had their theories - Nevamind preferred a male manager, or Jin blackmailed your boss for the job, and so on. The rumor mill churned, but you never got a satisfactory answer, and you stewed in your anger, knowing that your plan was the better choice.

Within a month, Nevamind had terminated his contract with Beyond the Sound. Jin managed to fuck it up somehow, and that just stoked the flames of your wrath.

At a happy hour gathering a week after Nevamind dumped your company, you found Jin sitting alone at the bar, looking slightly rumpled in his designer suit. Sliding onto a stool next to him, you ordered a drink before swiveling to face him.

“So. How’d you fuck it up, Jin?”

He didn’t reply, just shot you a glare.

“I still don’t understand how you even got the assignment in the first place. That proposal of yours was a joke.” Several whiskeys into your night, all the nasty things you’d been thinking about your coworker started to slip from your lips.

He set his gin and tonic on the bar and regarded you carefully. “I got the job because I’m good at what I do. Maybe managing isn’t all about statistics and powerpoint slides. Did you ever consider that?”

“Maybe not, but this job requires a hell of a lot more effort than what you give, Jin. I mean, that’s pretty evident considering your first client fired you within a month. Perhaps next time, you might try actually working?” You swirled your drink with the little stir stick, tapping it against the rim of the glass to emphasize your point.

Again, he leveled a long glance at you, taking his time before answering. “You know what? Believe what you want to. I’m sure you will no matter what I say. That seems to be how you operate.”

“Whatever,” you shot back. Not the most eloquent comeback, but you were too tipsy to care. “Just don’t expect it to happen again. You winning, I mean. That was a fluke. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Is that so?” He tossed back the rest of his drink, rising from his seat. “Then bring it on, Princess. Show me what you’ve got.”

“You can’t handle what I’ve got, Jin.” Wait, was that what you’d meant to say? Maybe not, but you were flustered by how close he stood to you, and whatever you’d intended to say had gotten lost in the ether.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find Jin attractive. Even though he vexed you with everything he said and, well, everything he did, too, you still found yourself distracted by his stunning looks.

Your pulse began to race as he examined you with those dark eyes, wandering slowly over your frame. He towered over you as you peered up at him, and your breath hitched as he bent towards you.

“But I bet you wish I’d try, right?” he whispered, hot breath tickling your ear as he exhaled. You shuddered, and with a smirk he walked away, leaving you sitting alone, head spinning.

From that moment on, he shot to the top of your hit list. Seokjin Kim, enemy number one.

**********

Three days, four nights. That was how long you’d be in Christmas. That was how long you’d have to suffer through this nightmarish work assignment with your nemesis. You could do this.

You chanted those words to yourself as the days flew by after your meeting with Sejin. Over and over again, repeating them until they became your mantra.

But now, sitting on the private jet, on your way to Christmas, you were starting to doubt. Just a little.

Introducing yourself to the band went better than you expected, given all the awful testimonies about the members that your coworkers had told. Each had politely greeted you and bowed.

Good to know they had some manners after all.

In the meantime, Jin strutted onto the plane looking like he’d just walked off the runway in Paris, wearing a gorgeous three-piece navy suit underneath a stunning long red and black plaid coat. The entire ensemble was Louis Vuitton, which you knew only because he wouldn’t stop yapping about how he’d had to show the boutique’s sales person his company ID because she didn’t believe him when he said he wasn’t a model.

Was it possible for a person’s eyes to roll right out of their head? You feared you might find out on this trip.

But seriously, who flew in a suit?

Not that Jin was the only one taking advantage of your travels to purchase a new wardrobe. Flying to the wintry northern half of the country meant you’d bought a few essentials - some cozy sweaters, wool skirts, thick tights and several pairs of boots (both dress and snow). You’d also splurged on a Burberry puffer coat and a pair of Gucci leather gloves, in matching black, to help keep you warm.

The perks of having a company card.

Once the plane took off, you’d intended on using the time to review the week’s itinerary as well as to set some ground rules with the band. But you might as well have tried to fly across the country by flapping your arms. You’d have had a better chance of accomplishing that.

“Guys, can we please focus?” you implored the group for the fifth time. No one responded. Jimin flirted with the flight attendant while Taehyung read an intimidatingly thick book on the history of jazz rock. Jungkook had completely tuned out, a giant pair of VR goggles on his handsome face as he played some game.

Meanwhile, Jin was sitting across from you, doing nothing to disguise his laughter at your struggle to get the band’s attention.

You scowled. “You know, this is important for you, too. Do I need to remind you what is at stake here?”

Jin sighed. “Oh, take a breath, Princess. Let them settle in a bit, then we’ll run through the schedule. They’re literally a captive audience.” He cocked his head, considering. “Although Jungkook is an experienced skydiver, so I wouldn’t put it past him to jump out the door at any moment. Though I hope the lack of parachutes would at least give him pause.”

“Fine.” Leaning back in your seat, you pulled out your phone to scroll through your notes. Jin leaned over to gawk at your screen. “Excuse me! Do you mind?”

“Just curious if you were actually going to relax. Doesn’t appear so,” he replied, flagging down the flight attendant. “Can I get a whiskey, neat? Thank you.” “Really? Drinking at this time of day?” It was only just past noon when you’d finally taken off. Jin shrugged. “I fly better when I’m a little tipsy. Plus, if you’re going to be this tightly wound, I’m going to need to be even looser. You’re giving me second-hand anxiety.”

“God forbid you be serious about your job for once,” you muttered under your breath.

The flight attendant brought Jin his drink and he smiled politely before giving you a scrutinizing look. “I’m perfectly serious about this job. I just have my own methods for getting results.” He winked, and you clicked your tongue in disgust. “What I want to know is, do you ever relax? Let your hair down, allow yourself to have a little fun while you’re working?”

“I have plenty of fun,” you sniffed, grabbing the pashmina shawl you’d stuffed into your carry-on and wrapping it around your shoulders. You always froze on flights. “But I don’t let it interfere with my responsibilities. The job comes first.”

“That’s where you and I differ, then. Fun comes first.”

“You mean, you come first,” you rejoined.

Jin smirked, and you realized you’d walked into a trap. “Oh no, it’s only fun for me if others come first. I always make sure of that.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Every time.”

Cursing yourself for setting him up, you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the headrest of your plush leather seat, hoping he’d take the hint and stop talking. He did, but not before you heard him snickering to himself.

Three days, four nights. The clock was ticking.

**********

The closest airport to your final destination was two hours away, so a chartered bus had been set up to transport you and the band. Most of their equipment and belongings had already been sent ahead of them, so a whole bus wasn’t technically necessary, but you appreciated having a little space.

Because the guys were driving you insane.

Halfway through the five hour flight, you’d awoken to the dulcet tones of Jimin and Taehyung arguing. As usual, Jin was useless, somehow sleeping through the loud curse words pinging around the cabin of the plane. You wondered how many glasses of whiskey it had taken to knock him out like that. Jungkook still had his headset on, but he was now pacing around playing some sort of dueling game that had him pretending to slice everyone in half with a joystick sword.

It turned out to be a fight about nothing - an argument over which movie to watch - but it was enough to give you a slight headache. Which did not bode well considering you were only slightly over two hours into your whole trip. But you stepped in and calmed them down, promising they could both watch whatever they wanted since they weren’t even sharing a screen, and then collapsed into your seat, hoping to rest. Discussing the week’s plans would have to wait until later, when your coworker would be more helpful. Or at least conscious.

On the bus, you took a seat near the front, frowning as Jin slid in beside you.

“Really?” you asked, gesturing wildly. “All these empty seats?”

“Yah, calm down, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go over the schedule now, while everyone’s still awake and quiet.”

That was actually a useful suggestion. Color you shocked.

“I suppose this would be the most opportune time,” you conceded, standing up to gaze at the members who had strewn themselves across seats scattered throughout the bus. Jin followed as you staggered down the aisle towards the band, the swaying of the bus making it difficult to walk a straight line.

“Uh-oh, here come Mom and Dad,” Jimin sniggered, legs dangling over the armrest of his seat. His pink hair hung in his face as yawned widely. “Are we in trouble again?”

Nope. You didn’t care for that one bit.

“I’ll thank you for addressing us both by name, Park,” you declared, and he quirked an eyebrow at your commanding tone, lips twisting into a smirk. His eyes ran up and down your figure as you stared him down.

“Yes, noona,” he purred, arching an eyebrow. Irene’s warning echoed in your ears.

You were going to have to tread carefully with this one.

Jin said nothing, seemingly content to let you run things, surprise surprise. You continued.

“I know you’ve all been given copies of this week’s schedule, one printed and included in your carry-ons and one emailed, but I thought we should run through it just to confirm that we’re all on the same page.”

No one answered. You plowed on.

“Tonight, we just need to settle in. The bed & breakfast we’re staying at has been completely booked by us, so we have the whole house to ourselves. It’s the,” you consulted your notes, “Blitzen Inn. The proprietors have assured us that we will have total privacy there, since it’s fairly out of the way.”

“Wait, we’re staying at a bed & breakfast, noona? Not a hotel?” Taehyung piped up, removing his gigantic headphones, shaking out his silvery-white locks.

“That is correct. Despite the tourist trap nature of this place, it’s a pretty small town, so they don’t have a lot of lodging options.” And most of the hotel rooms had been booked by the fans who would be attending the concert.

“So no room service? No on-call masseuses?” Taehyung pouted. “No free mini bottles of shampoo?”

“You’re a millionaire, Tae, you can buy all the shampoo you want,” Jin commented.

“But I like the little bottles.”

“Anyway. Tomorrow there is an early morning interview with Rise and Shine! You’ll be joined by the mayor for that as well, and the local newspaper will be there, taking photos. We’ll be at the venue for the taping, and then in the afternoon you’ll have time to rehearse. Thursday morning is more rehearsal time and then a fan signing event at Santa’s Workshop, a holiday-themed store that will be the first place to stock your album. And then of course Friday is the concert. Saturday morning, we’re back on the jet and heading home.” You glanced up. “Any questions?”

“Will they have little bottles of shampoo at the bed & breakfast?”

“Does anyone else have any other questions?”

Jungkook raised his hand.

“You don’t have to raise your hand, Jungkook. What’s your question?”

“Noona, how does it work, exactly? Do they serve us breakfast in bed?”

You turned to your coworker, who had stretched his long frame across two seats, cackling as he listened. “Do you want to help me out here?”

Jin sighed, sitting up. “Do you guys have any questions about the schedule? It’s not too packed, but it’s important that we stick to it very carefully.”

Three heads shook no.

“Great! Then just relax for a bit. We should be at the Blitzen Inn in about another ninety minutes or so.” Jin laid back, his tiny bit of effort completed for the day. He’d probably exhausted himself.

Sighing, you trekked back to the front of the bus, taking a window seat and slinging your legs onto the space next to you so as to prevent anyone (Jin) from sitting there.

“I think that went well.”

Apparently, he’d decided to sit right behind you. His face appeared over your shoulder, in the space between the back of your seat and the window.

You snorted. “Of course you do. You didn’t do anything.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Well, you did stay conscious for the whole discussion, so I suppose that’s something.”

His laughter made you grimace. You reminded yourself that you just had to put up with him for a few days. Once that promotion kicked in, hopefully you wouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit again.

You leaned against the window, staring at the scenery as the bus trundled along. It was certainly a different view than what you were used to, living on the west coast. Verdant mountains rolled across the horizon as the sun began to sink from view. Exhausted after a stressful flight, your eyes began to droop as the bus’s rhythmic bouncing lulled you to sleep.

**********

The Blitzen Inn stood at the edge of town. Two rows of tall pine trees lined the winding road leading to the inn. The bus barely fit, but thankfully no other vehicles were approaching from the opposite direction.

Stretching, you took a moment to admire the house as the bus approached. A white two-story colonial with black shutters and a wraparound porch, decorated with hanging garlands and a large green wreath with a big red bow on the front door, it very much looked like something straight out of a holiday movie.

A garden took up one entire side of the house, though it had been turned over for winter. Around the other side of the house stood a large white gazebo, adorned with strands of white Christmas lights. Behind the house was nothing but trees, as the house was nestled against the border of a forest.

Green trees, green grass, green everywhere. How disappointing. The temperatures had been unusually warm in this region for this time of year, according to the weather reports you’d watched religiously in the week prior to leaving home. Having grown up in the land of sand and sun, you were hoping to see some snow on this trip. Just a little would do - enough to turn the land into a sea of white.

Ah, well. This was a business trip, and there was more than enough to focus on besides pining for snow.

The bus gradually rolled to a stop and you disembarked, boots crunching on gravel as you strolled towards the house. Your breath hung in the chilly night air, tiny puffs that dissipated as you walked, and you pulled your coat a little tighter around you. Once again, Jin nipped at your heels.

Two men waited by the door, a platinum blond who wore a blindingly bright smile and a smaller, slighter man with hair black as night who merely blinked languorously as you neared.

“Good evening,” the blond man greeted you, bowing slightly. “You must be Ms. _. Welcome to our home!”

You bowed in return. “Thank you.” You instructed him to call you by your first name. “This is my colleague, Seokjin Kim.”

“Call me Jin,” he said, bowing.

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, and this is my husband Yoongi,” the blond man introduced himself and the dark-haired man, who simply nodded.

You turned to introduce the band, but none of them had reached the porch yet. Jimin and Taehyung were standing in front of the bus, bickering about who would get to stay in the presidential suite (neither aware that the bed and breakfast did not have suites), and Jungkook was sitting in the gazebo, silently gazing up at the lights hanging above.

Huffing out a sigh, you gestured. “That’s Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They’ll be along in a minute.”

“No rush, they’re welcome to explore the grounds,” Hobi replied with another grin. “Why don’t we help you bring in your bags and then we’ll show you to your rooms? I’m sure after all that traveling, you’re about ready to crash.”

Luggage in hand, Hobi took you on a quick tour. Despite its large size, the interior of the house was incredibly cozy. There were six guest rooms upstairs, each with its own bath. Downstairs, there was a kitchen, dining room, another bathroom, sitting room, and library. The owners had a master suite down a hallway in the back.

You tried not to gawk, but it honestly felt like you were walking through an issue of Architectural Digest. Hardwood floors, wooden ceiling beams, and dark wood accents flowed throughout. All of the rooms downstairs had fireplaces, and the sitting room also included a baby grand piano tucked into the corner. The decor was an intriguing mix of antique and modern, from an exquisitely carved dining room table and chairs to a comfy couch straight out of a Swedish furniture catalog. And Christmas decorations had been stuffed into every available nook and cranny, with more poinsettias, wreaths, and Christmas trees than you’d ever seen in one house.

Walking through the house felt like touring Martha Stewart’s wet dream.

“How do we want to divide up the rooms?” Jin asked as you climbed the stairs.

“I don’t think it really matters, unless someone has a preference,” you responded. You followed Hobi to the end of the hall. “I'll take the first room down here.” Hobi nodded, carrying your bags inside for you.

“Then I’ll take the next,” Jin said. “Unless you’d prefer to share?”

What a stupid question. You stopped to gawk at him. “Why the fuck would I want to do that??”

Hobi returned to the other end of the hallway, where the band members were attempting to determine which room was the largest, despite multiple assurances that they were all the same size.

Jin leaned against the doorway of his room.

“Have you ever vacationed in this part of the country before during the winter?”

“No.”

“Well,” his voice dropped low, “it gets awfully cold out here at night. You might want something to snuggle up to. Keep you warm.”

“And what, you’re offering yourself as an option?”

“If you’d like.”

You’d spent a lot of time working with this man, and most of it glaring at his handsome face in exasperation or disgust. He often gazed back at you with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. And there it was again.

But there was a tiny glimmer of something else, too. Something that made a slow heat crawl along your neck, despite the loathing that flowed through your veins.

Before you could even begin to envision his suggestion, you shut it down.

“That’s what blankets are for, Jin,” you sneered, opening the door to your room and slipping inside before he could reply.

Needing a few moments to yourself, you surveyed your room. A king-sized bed lay in the center of the room, covered in a fluffy stack of pillows and a plush down comforter. In the bathroom, you found a claw-footed tub, shower stall, and pedestal sink, and a soft white robe hung on the back of the door. Fresh white roses arranged in a slim vase greeted you on your nightstand.

The room would’ve been perfect for a relaxing vacation or romantic getaway. Too bad you were stuck on the work assignment from hell.

**********

After freshening up a little, you rejoined the group downstairs. Everyone had gathered at the dining room table, which Yoongi had piled high with snacks - charcuterie boards overflowing with meats and cheeses, plates of crackers and toasted breads, and multiple platters of every Christmas cookie you could think of and even a few you didn’t recognize. You were more exhausted than hungry, so you nibbled on a gingerbread cookie while rehydrating.

“We received your itinerary,” Hobi informed you as he placed another platter of assorted cookies on the table. “Since you’re our only guests this week, we’ve adjusted our meal times to meet your needs.”

“Thank you, that’s wonderful,” you replied. “We appreciate your flexibility.”

“Of course. If there’s anything else we can do for you while you’re here, just let us know. Our home is your home.” He smiled and excused himself to join Yoongi in the kitchen.

The band chattered happily amongst themselves as they gorged on the delicious treats. You scrolled idly through your phone as Jin leaned across the table towards you.

“Care to join me for a nightcap? Hobi gave me a tour of the sitting room while you were upstairs and there’s a decanter of whiskey in there with my name on it.”

You glanced up. “A nightcap? Don’t you think you should get to bed so we can get a good start tomorrow? We have to be at the venue early for the interview.”

“Oh, come on, just one drink. It’s been a long day. Let go a little.” He waved his hand. “You know everything’s all set for tomorrow. But if it’ll ease your mind, we can still discuss the itinerary while we drink.”

Seokjin Kim, focusing on work for once? This you had to see.

“Fine. Just one.”

A pair of gorgeous red velvet couches sat on either side of the ornamental rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room. Curling up on the corner of one, you tucked your legs underneath you as Jin played bartender with the decanter.

Handing you a tumbler, he lifted his in a toast. “To a successful trip.”

“To my promotion,” you countered with a grin.

“Okay, Princess, let’s just enjoy the drink, shall we?”

You dutifully clinked your glass against his, then brought it to your lips.

The delicious aroma washed over you as you swirled the brown liquor in your glass before taking your first sip. As the liquid coated your tongue, you held it there, savoring for a moment before swallowing.

“Mmm,” Jin hummed, inspecting his glass. “I think I need a bottle of this.” He smacked his lips obnoxiously.

Turning the glass around in your hands, you stared at the gentle sloshing of the liquor. “It’s sweeter than I typically prefer, but still has a bit of bite to it.”

Jin cocked an eyebrow. “You some kind of whiskey connoisseur?”

“Maybe,” you retorted, chin jutting out. “I’ve tasted enough to know what I like.”

Whatever dumb rejoinder was forming on Jin’s lips was interrupted by Mariah Carey.

🎵 All I want for Christmas is yoooooou 🎶

You cocked an eyebrow at his choice of ringtone.

“Tis the season,” he grinned, answering. “Go for Seokjin.”

Fuck, he even answered his phone like a tool.

“Hello, sir,” he suddenly sat bolt upright, glancing at you. “Yes, she’s here. Of course, one moment.” He set the phone between you on the couch.

“Okay, sir.”

“Good evening,” your boss’s voice boomed. “I assume there weren’t any problems with your flight?”

“No, sir,” you replied, frowning. Your boss wasn’t the type to micromanage, and he definitely wasn’t the type to phone just to exchange pleasantries. If he was calling, it meant he was extremely stressed about this album release.

“Good. The band isn’t giving you any trouble?”

“No, sir.”

“No issues with your travel or lodging arrangements?”

“No, sir.” You felt like a broken record, repeating yourself.

“Good, good. And everything is all set for tomorrow’s interview?”

Jin finally jumped in. “Everything is completely taken care of, sir. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I give you my word that by the time you’re awake tomorrow, Euphoria’s Rise and Shine! Interview will be the top trending item on every social media platform.”

Stabbing the mute button on his phone, you turned to your coworker as your boss expressed how pleased he was to hear Jin’s response. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

He clucked his tongue. “Have some faith, Princess. I know what I’m doing.” He unmuted the phone as Sejin began to wind down. “Thank you for checking in, sir. I really appreciate it. We’ll have Euphoria back in the number one spot by the time we touch down back home on Saturday!”

“Let’s hope so. That promotion is riding on it. For one of you, anyway.” As if you could forget. “Have a good evening.”

“You too, sir!” Jin pocketed his phone as he finished his whiskey.

“Holy shit, Jin, do you always have to kiss so much ass? How the fuck hasn’t Sejin gotten tired of your bullshit yet?”

“Are you jealous? I can kiss your ass too, if you want. Or anywhere else you’d like.” He puckered cartoonishly.

A gagging noise was your response, making him laugh. His stuttering windshield wiper giggle hit you like nails on a chalkboard.

You drained the last drop of your whiskey and stood. “Okay, I’m calling it. Good night, Jin.”

“Good night, Princess. Don’t forget - I’m just a wall away if you need me.”

You just rolled your eyes, dodging as he blew you a kiss. That ridiculous squawk of a giggle followed you up the stairs to your bedroom, where you closed the door with an exhausted sigh.

Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough.

**********

At five am on the dot, you tossed back the plush blankets on your ridiculously comfy bed and climbed out. Pausing by the window, you glanced out at the forest behind the house. Dawn was still several hours away, so the world outside was cloaked in darkness. Not an early riser by nature, you sighed, shuffling off to shower yourself awake.

To your complete lack of surprise, you were the first to arrive downstairs. Hobi sat at the dining room table, sipping on a mug of coffee, while Yoongi bustled back and forth from the kitchen, arms laden with plates of food - sausages, bacon, home fries, pancakes, basically any breakfast food you could think of, he brought out.

“Good morning,” Hobi beamed.

“Good morning.” Taking a seat, you smiled gratefully at Yoongi as he set a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. “Yoongi, you’ve outdone yourself. This is a veritable feast!”

“That’s my Yoongi,” Hobi cooed, pinching Yoongi’s cheek. “Always spoiling everyone.” Yoongi dipped his head in embarrassment, but not before you caught a little gummy smile lighting up his handsome face.

Feet pounded down the stairs, and Jungkook stuck his head into the dining room, purple hair bouncing. “Oh shit, that looks good!” he crowed, grabbing a plate and loading it with food. Jin arrived not long after, and followed suit. Jimin and Taehyung drifted down last, immediately digging into Yoongi’s banquet.

Jin was once again dressed to kill in another crisply tailored suit, this time in charcoal grey, a white tie expertly knotted at his throat. Meanwhile, you had dressed in a chunky oversized sweater and thick wool skirt with your knee-high boots, wanting to look stylish while staying warm at the concert venue.

And then there was the band.

Of the three, Jimin was the most casually dressed, if one could consider wearing a two thousand dollar red satin Saint Laurent jacket to be “casual.” Underneath, he wore a simple white t-shirt, with several long necklaces dangling on his chest, and black jeans. Taehyung appeared to be headed on a dreamy date, dressed in a blousy white top, slightly unbuttoned, with a black boutonniere and a black and white scarf tied loosely around his neck. And Jungkook’s tall frame was adorned in a sheer black top under a leopard print button up, completely unbuttoned, and obscenely tight leather pants.

Not exactly the best outfits for an interview about a holiday-themed album. You made a mental note to look into purchasing some ugly Christmas sweaters for the fan-meeting tomorrow - surely you could find those at Santa’s Workshop, right?

As everyone ate in comfortable silence, you cleared your throat.

“Morning, guys. We need to leave here no later than seven for the meet and greet with the mayor and the Rise and Shine! taping. Remember, this is live tv, and the local paper will be there to take photos as well. So please, no swearing and no rude gestures.” You stared directly at Jungkook, who nodded.

“Got it, Mom,” Jimin chirped as he reached for another stack of pancakes.

“Park.”

“Sorry, noona.”

**********

Despite your months of experience working with the media, and despite the fact that you yourself were not going to be on tv, you were nervous as fuck as the band prepared for their interview. Tiny pinpricks of sweat began to bead on your forehead as you and Jin watched from the wings of the stage.

The venue for the big comeback concert was the town’s small community theatre space, a boxy room with a simple stage and approximately 200 seats in the audience. Beyond the Sound was clearly hoping for an intimate experience for the lucky ticket holders, all of whom were longtime Euphoria fan club members who had been randomly selected in a raffle.

Rise and Shine! had sent a single camera operator and one producer to oversee the remote interview, and they were hustling about, preparing for the live feed. The photographer from the local paper was sitting in the audience, waiting for the mayor to arrive so she could snap a few photos of him with the band. Meanwhile, the band members themselves were helping each other touch up their makeup. So you were left with only Jin to calm your nerves.

Naturally, he wasn't helping.

Instead of focusing on the scene in front of him, or helping you take your mind off of your anxiousness, Jin scrolled through his phone, giving off the appearance of a man who would rather be anywhere else in the world.

Well, honestly, so would you, but you had a fucking job to do, so you were going to make sure it went off without a hitch.

"Shouldn't the mayor be here by now?" you asked, glancing at your watch. In less than fifteen minutes, the irritatingly chipper hosts of the morning program would be streaming through the monitor in front of you as they asked Euphoria some blandly inane questions about their album. The mayor was supposed to participate in the conversation and really help sell the whole folksy angle your company was hoping to achieve.

“I’m sure he’s on his way. Just breathe, Princess.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.

“Stop. Calling. Me. That,” you spat through gritted teeth, as the door at the back of the theater suddenly slammed open.

“I’m here!” a voice yelled. As everyone watched, a tall, beefy man in a beanie and black peacoat dashed down the aisle towards the stage. He tripped over his own feet and you gasped, expecting him to faceplant, but he recovered and kept running.

Hand outstretched, he made a beeline for you and Jin. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” he huffed. “Hi, I’m Namjoon Kim, nice to meet you.”

“Mr. Mayor, it’s lovely to meet you,” You shook his hand. “Thank you for allowing us to hold our concert in your beautiful town!”

Jin snickered softly. If that ass kisser thought you were laying it on too thickly, then you definitely were overdoing it. Fighting the urge to stomp on his big clown feet, you smiled at the mayor as if you hadn’t heard anything.

“Oh, it’s our honor to host you! And please, call me Namjoon,” he smiled, shaking Jin’s hand in turn. “I was sad to hear that I wouldn’t get to meet Irene after all our correspondence. She seemed very… thorough.”

“Yeah, Irene never left anything to chance,” Jin laughed. “I can only imagine the novel-length emails she sent you.”

Another glance at your watch. Ten minutes. The band members had finished their touch-ups and were now… uh…

Where the hell had they gone?!

“Would you please excuse me?” you smiled at Namjoon, shot Jin a look, and left the two men standing there, discussing Irene’s Type A tendencies.

Wandering the backstage area of the theater, you hissed names like a balloon slowly leaking air. “Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook! Where the hell are you??”

“Relax, noona.”

Stifling a scream, you whirled and found Jimin snickering behind you. “Fuck! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a person?”

“I wasn’t sneaking, you just couldn’t hear me over the sound of your panicking,” he replied drolly. “Come on, they’re back here.”

You followed him into a small dressing room, where Taehyung and Jungkook were digging through racks of costumes.

“What are you -”

“Found one!” Jungkook interrupted you, proudly brandishing a Santa hat. “And look, here’s a pair of reindeer antlers, Jimin.” He tossed a headband at his bandmate.

“Perfect! What about Tae?”

Taehyung turned away from a mirror on the wall, where he had been inspecting his handsome visage. He tucked his long hair back, revealing a pair of elf ears.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys look fantastic - very holiday appropriate! Now, why don’t you go get your mics and get ready for the countdown?”

Santa Jungkook and Elf Taehyung strolled out of the room. But Reindeer Jimin merely shook his head. “You really don’t have to worry about us, noona. We know what to do. How to hit our marks and spout the company lines.”

“I wasn’t worried!” you lied.

“Right. Of course not.” He trailed you back to the stage. “Why would you worry? It’s not like you haven’t heard a million nasty stories about us, right? About how difficult we are, how unprofessional, always needing tons of close handling. Nothing like that?”

You blinked, but didn’t reply, unsure what to say. The last thing you wanted to do was rile him up when they were mere seconds away from a live broadcast.

Jimin laughed derisively. “That’s what I thought.” He waved the producer over, patiently letting her mic him up. “I know what everyone at Beyond the Sound thinks of us, even though most of you never even met us.”

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” you fudged, trying to untangle yourself from this situation. “Beyond the Sound has always championed Euphoria. We’re doing everything we can to make sure you guys are taken care of, and to see that your comeback is a success.” You gave him a shaky smile. “We have your best interests at heart.”

“Ha!” he huffed, shaking his head. “Our best interests. If you say so, noona.”

He left you gawking as he joined his bandmates, introducing himself to the mayor. Four stools had been placed on the stage, in front of a simple snowy backdrop and a large fake Christmas tree. As they settled in, the producer waved her arm, indicating the countdown to being live had begun.

“You okay, Princess?” Jin whispered as you clenched and unclenched your fists, silently counting along with the producer.

“Of course,” you sniffed. “Everything’s fine.”

Jimin’s words had rattled you a little, but you weren’t about to tell Jin that.

“They’ve got this. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

The lights were off in the wings, and in the darkness, you could barely make out Jin’s profile. He looked completely relaxed, as usual.

“Will you stop saying that stupid phrase? It’s completely inane!”

Jin just honk laughed.

The interview went off without a hitch. Jimin was right - Euphoria were seasoned pros, and knew how to handle the press. The only slight hiccup came courtesy of the mayor. As he gestured to the venue space behind him, he nearly smacked Taehyung in the face. Taehyung spun to avoid his arm, which made Jimin guffaw, which led to him falling off his stool.

Could’ve been worse.

**********

After lunch, the road crew showed up to set up for rehearsal. You sat in the audience and flipped through notes on your phone as the band practiced their setlist for the concert. Jin had folded himself into a seat in the row behind you, legs propped up, humming along to the music floating through the theater.

Euphoria’s new album was a mix of holiday standards like “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” and several original songs, including the one they were currently playing, nonsensically named “Claus I Said So!”

“Oh god,” Jin murmured, leaning forward to rest his arms on the back of the seat next to you. “This might be the worst Christmas song in the history of the world. How do they expect this to sell albums?”

You scowled at the sudden nearness of him. “They don’t. They expect us to sell them, remember?” He did have a point, though. The song was truly atrocious, the lyrics some vapid nonsense about how everyone had to do Santa’s bidding or there would be no Christmas this year. But all Santa kept telling everyone to do was to “rock!”

Mentally, you added earplugs to your list of items to bring to the concert.

“I’m honestly surprised they agreed to this album in the first place,” Jin admitted.

You stopped scrolling long enough to turn and look at him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “I understand why they went along with the punk album. They do have legitimate musical talent and it was an opportunity to flex their skills. The screamo album took a lot of persuading from Irene, and I heard even Sejin had to cajole them a bit. But a holiday album?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Never thought they’d agree to it. Especially now that I’m hearing the songs they were given - could you imagine having to sing this crap with a straight face?”

“Jin?”

“Yeah?”

“Literally what the fuck are you talking about?”

Euphoria were chameleons, constantly changing their look and their sound. But that was all them. Always their idea, always their music.

Wasn’t it?

Jin stared at you. “Oh, Princess, tell me you know.”

“I know what?” Your eyes narrowed.

“That Beyond the Sound is responsible for all of Euphoria’s crazy reinventions? The company plans out every album, from concept to songs?” His eyebrows shot up at your silence. “Oh no, you really thought they came up with all that crap?” He gestured at the stage. “Do they look like they want to be performing this tripe?”

The song ended, shifting into another original tune, “Don’t Be Elfish,” as you carefully examined the members on stage. Jimin’s eyes were as lifeless as a doll’s as he crooned into the microphone. Taehyung strummed his bass mindlessly, staring into space. Jungkook looked like an automaton, drumming mechanically.

They all seemed absolutely miserable.

Holy shit, how could you have missed this? All this time, thinking the band was full of chaotic wildlings who jumped from genre to genre on a whim, with no rhyme or reason. Assuming they were monsters that couldn’t be tamed.

And why had you thought these things? Because that’s what your company told you.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

You twisted in your seat to face him. “Why would they agree to this? To any of this?”

“Their contract. Beyond the Sound basically locked them into a terrible deal. Their original manager was… not a good guy.” He pursed his lips. “He made a hell of a lot of money off of them when they signed with Beyond the Sound, then split. Our company uses them as guinea pigs, trying to tap into new markets. The punk rock album got them a bunch of deals, but that last album didn’t net any new clients. Or fans.”

Well, shit. Maybe you needed to stop assuming so much based on what you heard around the office. That place seemed to be overflowing with lies.

Then again, how did you know that Jin wasn’t lying to you right now? Why should you trust him? He’d probably heard all this stuff through the rumor mill, too.

“That is… unfortunate. But at the end of the day, they signed on the dotted line. They agreed to this.” Even as the words left your lips, you doubted them slightly. But if you had to pick between listening to your employer or listening to your maddening coworker, you were choosing Beyond the Sound. “If they want those albums to sell, they’ll suck it up and sing those terrible songs.”

Were you imagining things or did Jin look disappointed with your response?

“Right. It’s all about the bottom line. Good thing you’re here to keep everything under control, Princess.” He leaned back again, out of sight.

But not out of mind, as his words kept tumbling through your head.

“This one’s for you, noona,” Jimin’s voice boomed over the sound system, interrupting your thoughts. You looked up to see him pointing at you, and the band launched into a slinky cover of “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).” Jimin’s smooth voice poured out of the speakers, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover Jin’s laughter behind you.

“Shut it, Jin!”

**********

The band seemed beat by the time rehearsal ended. The ride back to the Blitzen Inn was quiet. You didn’t mind, because you were still trying to make sense of your conversations with Jimin and Jin.

But everyone perked up once they saw what a feast Yoongi had whipped up for dinner. Large slabs of meat, various types of potatoes and grilled vegetables, and freshly baked breads covered the dining room table. As everyone tucked in, Hobi played the gracious host, a role he was well suited to, asking questions and keeping the conversation rolling.

“So, this is your first time visiting the east coast in winter?” he inquired, pouring you some more wine.

“Mmmhmm. Any time I’ve been here before was during the summer.” You swirled your wine, letting it breathe. “I’m a little disappointed, honestly, that there’s no snow. I’ve never seen any.”

“Never?” Jin interjected, looking surprised. “None at all?”

You shook your head sadly.

“Not even at a ski resort or anything?”

“What exactly aren’t you grasping about never, Jin?”

“Well, I have some good news for you, then,” Hobi cut in with a smile. “They’re predicting we’ll get a little dusting tonight. Not much, but enough to cover the ground, at least.”

“It’s gonna snow?” Jungkook looked up from wolfing down his food. “When?”

“Later tonight. Again, it’s probably not going to amount to much, but at least you’ll get to finally see some,” Hobi said to you.

What a pleasant surprise. None of the weather channels you’d monitored prior to the trip had mentioned anything about snow. You didn’t care if it wasn’t going to amount to much - all you wanted to was to see those precious little snowflakes drifting down, just once. That would be more than enough.

“You know, snowy nights are perfect for cuddling by the fire,” Jimin informed you, sliding his chair closer. “Just picture it - you, me, a bottle of wine. Curled up on the couch, keeping each other warm. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“What is this weird obsession with keeping me ‘warm’? Am I giving off hypothermic vibes?” you scoffed, taking a swig of wine.

Jin cackled as you held out your glass for more wine.

Dessert was yet another delicious extravaganza, this time a grand selection of little cakes. Yoongi truly did spoil his guests. Afterward, Jin retired to his room to “network,” which you assumed meant he was probably going to nap. The band took up residence in the library, crowding around the piano as they discussed some tweaks to the concert setlist. Hobi and Yoongi were in the kitchen cleaning, so you had the sitting room to yourself. You turned on a fluffy holiday movie, a guilty pleasure of yours, letting it play in the background as you answered some work emails.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie - just as the confused protagonist was about to realize she might have feelings for the antagonizing male lead - that you caught something flickering in the fading evening light outside the window.

Snowflakes.

Quickly setting your work aside, you dashed out into the hallway, grabbing your puffer coat from the rack by the door. Others must’ve noticed the snow as well, judging by the excited shouts you heard behind you as you pulled the front door open.

The world outside was awash in white. Snowflakes tumbled through the air, gently coming to rest on the lawn. You walked through the yard, tempted to spin in circles like the lead of one of those silly holiday movies you loved to hate.

Aw, fuck it.

Arms outstretched, you twirled, giggling to yourself as you tilted your face towards the sky. Opening your mouth, you caught a few flakes, letting them melt away on your tongue.

Eventually, your wandering led you to the gazebo, where you sat on a bench under the Christmas lights, feeling a strange sense of peace. The world was hushed, a serene silence falling over everything. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there when you heard Jin’s voice.

“Oh, I missed it.”

You shifted and saw Jin walking towards the gazebo. He shuffled forward to join you, wrapped in his red plaid coat again, with a navy scarf tied around his neck, a rosy glow on his cheeks as the night air nipped at his face.

“You haven’t missed anything. It’s been snowing for a while.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to see it start. There’s something really magical about those first flakes.”

“Is that so?” Standing, you propped yourself against one of the pillars holding the roof up, and turned your face to the sky to watch the snow, sighing happily. Not even his irksome presence could bother you right now.

He nodded, stepping a little closer. “I grew up in the north, you know. There’s this moment when the cold air gets so crisp, you can almost feel time slowing, like it’s starting to freeze, too. The world stills. And then the clouds themselves begin to fall, bit by bit, fluttering to the ground as tiny snowflakes.”

“Fuck, maybe you should be in PR instead of management. You’re really selling it,” you commented drily.

Jin smiled, huffing a soft laugh. “I’m just trying to explain how beautiful that moment is. I really wanted to experience it again. And I…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“You what?” you prompted him.

He cleared his throat. “I wanted to see the first snow with you. To share it with you, since I know you’ve never experienced it before.”

“Oh.”

You hadn’t realized how close he was standing until you caught his gaze, his eyes shimmering like the delicate flakes that danced around you. His tongue licked nervously at his plump lips as his face angled down towards yours.

He looked so handsome in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, you could almost forget how annoying he was.

Almost.

“Well, that’s just too bad,” you murmured, stepping down from the gazebo onto the path back to the house.

“Did you enjoy it, at least?” he called out as you retreated.

“It was lovely,” you replied over your shoulder, not looking back.

Nearly everyone had drifted outside to admire the snowfall. Hobi and Yoongi cuddled on the porch swing as Jungkook perched on the edge of the steps, attempting to pack what little snow was on the ground into a snowball. You briefly considered bribing him to aim for Jin.

Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in the doorway. “Come watch the snow with me, noona,” he wheedled, batting his eyelashes. “Look.” He pointed to where a little green sprig dangled over the porch swing. “Want to take a turn after our hosts get up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Give it up, Park.”

“Aw, come on, you don’t want to sit under the mistletoe with me?” He pouted. Despite your best efforts, your gaze flitted to his luscious mouth briefly. You knew millions of his fans would die to be in your shoes at that moment.

If only you could switch with any one of them.

“Believe it or not, I don’t.” you remarked, sweeping past him into the house. Over your shoulder, you called out, “Besides, mistletoe is not romantic. It’s a parasite!”

**********

“Don’t worry. He knows you’re not interested,” a deep voice rang out from the library as you passed by.

You wandered into the room to find Taehyung sitting at the baby grand, fingers gently coaxing a soft melody from the keys.

“What did you say?”

“Jimin.” His dark eyes assessed you as you took a seat in a plump armchair near the wall of books. “He knows. He’s just flirting for show.”

“Jimin? The world renowned player?” You frowned. “Flirting is his first language. What do you mean, it’s for ‘show’?”

“He’s acting. Playing the part written for him, to prevent the truth from getting out.”

You were lost. “And that is…?”

“He’s celibate.”

“Shut up!” You popped upright, stunned. “But… all those scandals! What about the flings, the one night stands?

“They never existed.” The key changed, shifting to minor. “All lies, dreamt up by Beyond the Sound, to deflect from the reality of the situation.”

“Why?” Once again, you found yourself struggling to understand. “Why would they fabricate such wild stories? Why hide the fact he’s celibate?”

Taehyung laughed mirthlessly. “To mold him into their desired image. Who wants a lead singer who’s abstinate? Euphoria needs a sexy star for fans to ooh and ahh over.”

Mulling his words, you fell silent, allowing Taehyung’s song to wash over you as you reflected. He was such a gifted pianist, and you mourned all the music he’d never been given the chance to play, being forced to perform Beyond the Sound’s dreck instead.

“Taehyung… when you were working on the punk album… why did you lock yourself in the studio for six days?”

If the sudden change in topic threw him, you wouldn’t know it. He continued to play as he answered. “I never did that. That’s when I flew back to Korea, to be with my family when my father was ill.” He dipped his head, striking the keys hard as the music swelled. “But we couldn’t have that getting out, could we? Wouldn’t exactly look like a tempermental artiste if it turned out that not only did I not write the album, but I spent the time I was supposed to be doing so at my ailing father’s bedside.”

Fuck, was anything you’d ever heard at work even remotely true?

“And what about Jungkook? I remember Irene comparing him to a wild animal, running untamed.”

He gave you a look. “You’ve seen him. He’s not some feral beast. He's… he’s a puppy. Too much energy, sure, but also full of boundless enthusiasm. And sweetness. He’d do anything for any of us, even our hosts if they asked.”

You ruminated for a moment. “Okay, so, basically, everything I know about Euphoria is a lie. But… why are you telling me all of this?” you asked.

He shrugged, fingers gently coaxing out quiet notes as the song began to diminuendo. “If I can be blunt?”

Waving your hand, you granted him permission.

“You don’t strike me as the next Irene. Or Sejin. You still have a soul.” He grinned sadly. “Don’t let Beyond the Sound take that from you.”

You blinked. Well, shit, you had told him he could be blunt.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck ten.

“Don’t stay up too late, Taehyung,” you advised as you stood to leave. “Even if we don’t have an early start tomorrow, you should still get some rest.”

“Noted, noona.”

As you crossed the room, he called out your name, and you paused in the doorway.

“Maybe we’re not the only ones who deserve a second look.” His song ended, the last note sustaining as he turned to face you.

Okay, he was getting a little too personal now. But damn if he didn’t have perfect timing. Like a true artist.

With a curt nod, you walked away, heading for the quiet respite of your bed, and the blissful promise of sleep.

**********

Snow. Everywhere you looked, as you stared out the window the next morning. The world was covered in white, shimmering in the cloud-filtered glow of the morning sun.

Bundling up in your robe, still dressed in your silky pajama set, you trudged downstairs and found Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi already gathered in the sitting room, watching the news. All were still in their pajamas as well. Jin was of course wearing a set of Louis Vuitton sleepwear. At this point, you assumed he’d just bought out the entire boutique.

“That’s right, Bob, as you can see here, we’re up to 13 inches and snow is still coming down! Looks like we might get that white Christmas after all!” the orange-hued weatherman yapped as he pointed to the screen behind him.

“Someone needs to lay off the self-tanner,” Jin snarked as Yoongi greeted you with a steaming mug of coffee. You were really going to miss the incredible service here when you returned home.

“Did he say 13 inches?” you inquired, blowing into your beverage.

Hobi nodded. “So far!”

Walking over to the windows, you peered outside. The road leading to the house was nowhere in sight. Yoongi joined you, munching on a biscuit held in one hand, the other clutching his coffee.

“At what time do they plow the road?”

Hobi and Yoongi laughed before they caught your expression.

“Oh, you’re serious?” Hobi blinked.

You frowned. “Sorry, lifelong beachtown resident here. I don’t know how it works when it snows. The city plows the roads, don’t they?” Leaving Yoongi at the window, you plopped down on the couch, grabbing a biscuit from a tray on the coffee table and slathering on some butter.

“Sure, they plow public roads. But we’re on a private road out here. So we’d have to plow it ourselves. And we don’t own anything that could do the job.” Yoongi explained. Almost 24 hours in their house and this was the first time you’d heard Yoongi actually speak.

“Plus, anyone who could do it for us is going to be busy today. And even if we could get the road plowed, the snow hasn’t actually stopped. So if you leave, you might end up snowed in somewhere else.” Hobi continued. “Or worse, you could get into a horrible accident on the slick roads.”

Jin sipped his coffee. “That all sounds terrible. Essentially, you’re saying we’re stuck here.” “For now, at least,” Hobi stated.

You and Jin exchanged a look. But before you could speak, a loud whoop sounded from upstairs. The two of you rushed to the doorway to see what was happening. “WOOOOOO! LOOK AT ALL THAT SNOW!”

Jungkook stampeded down the stairs, clad in only a towel. His dark purple hair dripped puddles on the hardwood as he dashed barefoot to the front door, wrenching it open. “I’m gonna make snow angels!” he shouted as he sprinted outside.

“What just happened?” you asked, stunned.

“Am I seeing things or is he only wearing a towel?” Jin asked.

From his post at the window, Yoongi smirked. “Well, he was wearing a towel.”

The speed with which you snapped out of your trance and ran outside was nothing short of superhuman. “Jungkook, naked snow angels aren’t a thing!!”

**********

By midday, the snowfall total was up to 18 inches. And there seemed to be no end in sight.

“I don’t understand,” you groused, still in your robe, still on the couch. “Aren’t these people supposed to be professionals? Don’t they make an entire career out of predicting this stuff? How did they not see this coming??”

Irene had done an incredible amount of legwork for the trip, including compiling initial weather reports and consulting almanacs to determine how close to the holiday the concert could occur without the threat of inclement weather. Once you’d taken over, you’d done the same, making sure to keep updated on any changes that could potentially derail the concert.

Not a single report had said anything about a freaking blizzard.

You mentally added meteorologists to your ever-growing list of enemies. It was practically a novel at this point.

Everyone was now gathered in the sitting room, all staring at the tv in surprise and dismay. Well, you were dismayed. Jungkook was thrilled, Taehyung and Jimin were a strange mix of concerned and excited, and Hobi and Yoongi were indifferent.

And Jin? He was relaxed as always.

“It is what it is,” Jin proclaimed sagely. You stopped glaring at the weatherman long enough to glare at him instead. “What? I’m just saying, we can’t do anything or go anywhere right now. Might as well make the best of it.”

“That’s the idea!” Hobi chirped, nudging his husband. “Yoongs, maybe we can whip up a special snow day dinner for everyone? Something to warm them and lift their spirits at the same time.”

Yoongi tipped his head, contemplating. “Let me see what I have to work with. Maybe some sort of stew? Of course, if we’re having stew, I’ll need to bake some sort of crusty bread to go with it…” He trailed off as he strolled into the kitchen.

“Perfect.” Hobi clapped his hands, rubbing them excitedly. “Until then, we have plenty to keep you entertained! In addition to books, there are puzzles and games in the library. And we have lots of extra winter gear on hand, in case anyone wants to go outside.”

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be napping.” Taehyung announced as he disappeared upstairs.

“You said there are puzzles in the library?” Jimin inquired, drawing a curious look from you. “Some people meditate. I do jigsaws, okay? They’re very calming.” He wandered off in search of his zen.

“Jungkook, have you ever made a snowman?”

Jungkook just looked at Hobi with wide eyes, who giggled and gestured for the drummer to follow him.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Jin cupped his hand behind his ear.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly! Isn’t it wonderful?” Jin grinned. “If this snow gets us out of babysitting for a few hours, then it can’t be that bad, can it?” He stretched and leaned back on the couch, flipping idly through the channels. “I think I’m just going to watch a movie. What about you?”

“Are you serious?” you sputtered incredulously. “What am I going to do? I’m going to do my job! Which is what you should be doing!”

Confusion twisted Jin’s pretty features. “What exactly am I supposed to do? Did you not just have the same conversation as the rest of us? We’re stuck here!”

“Just because our hosts don’t want to hire a plow doesn’t mean we should just give up! I refuse to believe we’re just housebound for the day. There has to be a way to get someone out here to dig us out!”

“The band will be fine if they can’t rehearse today. They’re pros.”

All you could think about was your boss’s threat about Irene not being the only one leaving Beyond the Sound. “Sure, that’s fine, but what about the fan signing event tonight? We need that support!”

Jin frowned, eyebrows drawing in tight. “Come on, you heard what Hobi and Yoongi said. The plows are going to be busy with public roads. And we shouldn’t go out there until the snow stops. Do you really want to spend the night at that Christmas shop if we end up snowed in?”

You threw up your hands. “No, of course not! But I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I’m not built that way.”

“Built what way?”

“Built like you!”

“Yah, what does that mean?” He blinked, sitting up.

“It means that I can’t just take it easy and smile and wink and expect everything to magically fall into place for me!” All the frustration that had been building as the snow fell was starting to bubble to the surface as your voice rose slightly. “If you can’t use your charms to get it done, then it’s not getting done! Meanwhile I work my ass off, because I actually give a damn about my job!”

“Again with the snide comments about me not taking things seriously! Is that really what you think of me?” Jin asked, jumping to his feet. “That I’m some lazy asshole who doesn’t give a shit?” “Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck and shoots finger guns like a fucking lameass duck... ” Springing to your feet, you took a step forward as he stepped back. “Yes, that’s exactly what I think!”

At that moment, Yoongi walked into the room carrying a tray of cookies. Spotting the two of you circling the coffee table in an intense standoff, he smoothly executed a swift one-eighty degree turn, and walked back out of the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’m the only one here who cares!”

Laughing dismissively, you doubled over. “You? YOU? Come the fuck on!”

“Yes, me! Because I am the only one concerned about our clients!”

Red. Your vision literally turned red for a second as your blood boiled. “Excuse me?? How dare you insinuate that I don’t care about them!”

“It’s true!” he nearly shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke. “You care about the job, sure - just the numbers! Ratings, views, sales. That’s it! That’s all you give a damn about! Meanwhile, I’m trying to ensure that our clients - the actual living breathing musicians we’re meant to serve, the people - are safe and sound and happy! Look at right now, for example - you really want to send them out there in this?” He waved his hand towards the window. “Why? Just so they can sell a few albums?”

“It’s not just a few albums, it’s also our jobs on the line,” you hissed.

Jin just shook his head. “Not to mention, they’ve told us how miserable they are with Beyond the Sound - don’t look so shocked, I know what they’ve said to you, because they’ve said it to me, too! But all you do is recite the company line to get them to shut up and do whatever is best for the numbers - not what is best for them!”

“Hey!”

A loud voice hollered from upstairs. You and Jin drifted into the hallway to peer up the stairs at Taehyung, who leaned over the railing, looking pissed off in his plaid pajamas.

“Some people are trying to sleep! Either take this outside, or buy me some better ear plugs!”

Neither of you responded, locked in a fierce staring contest.

“Well?” You gestured in Taehyung’s direction. “Your client is not happy, Jin! Shouldn’t you do something about it?”

Jin glared at you. “Just tell me - are you planning on doing your oh-so-important work out of this room today?”

You blinked, confused at the abrupt shift. “Maybe? I haven’t decided yet, why?”

“Because,” he yelled over his shoulder as he stomped up the stairs, “I want to be wherever you are not!” He punctuated his sentence by slamming his bedroom door shut.

Jimin’s head poked out of the library doorway. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Uh-oh, Mom and Dad are fighting. Looks like we’re getting two Christmases this year!”

“Shut it, Park!” you snapped, whirling and stalking back into the sitting room. Sinking onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling, wondering exactly when things had gone from potential nightmare to outright catastrophic disaster.

**********

Despite you doing your best all afternoon to find one, there were no plows anywhere even remotely nearby who could dig you out. Which meant the fan-signing event at Santa’s Workshop had to be cancelled.

By the time dinner ended, you were starting to worry that the concert tomorrow might also suffer the same fate.

And that no matter how hard you tried, you weren’t going to pull off this assignment after all.

A long dram of your hot cocoa did little to settle your nerves, despite the large kick of peppermint schnapps Yoongi had generously added for you. This was your second mug, and you were still too keyed up to feel the effects of the liquor.

“At some point, it will stop snowing, right?” You asked the question half in jest, gazing out the window of the sitting room at the flakes that just kept falling and falling, but the tone of your voice betrayed your anxiety.

For once, you’d gotten your wish. The world outside was indeed a sea of white. Unfortunately, it seemed to be just as boundless as the ocean itself.

“Don’t worry,” Hobi said comfortingly, “it can’t snow forever.” He was lying on one of the velvet couches, still keeping an eye on the weather channel.

Jimin and Yoongi sat on the floor around the coffee table, assembling a jigsaw of a covered bridge together. Jungkook was draped across the other couch, lost in his VR headset again. You could hear Taehyung in the library, tickling the ivories and providing you with rather soothing background music.

Or it would have been soothing were you not wound so tightly that you were about to pop.

Jin had returned to his room as soon as the dishes were cleared from the dinner table. You were fine with that. Let the baby pout. After what he’d said to you, accusing you of only caring about numbers, you hoped you didn’t see his stupid face again for as long as possible.

Yoongi glanced up at his husband, idly flipping a puzzle piece over in his long fingers. “Remember that snowstorm two years ago? Snowed for almost 48 hours straight. I think that’s the longest I’ve ever seen.” You must’ve looked frightened at the prospect of the snow continuing for another day, because he hastily added, “But I’m sure that won’t be the case today. That was a freak storm, a fluke.”

“You mean, a fluke like an unexpected blizzard?” you squeaked.

Yoongi’s mouth set in a firm line. “This is why I usually don’t talk to our guests.”

Hobi rubbed his husband’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, dear.”

“If the concert’s cancelled, is it really the end of the world?” Jimin mused. “The album will drop no matter what. Our fans know it’s coming.”

You bit your lip, remembering Sejin’s words. “There’s a lot more riding on this than you know, Park,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from the others in the room to stare forlornly out the window.

As you watched the swirling eddies of snow drift past the window, something gnawed at you.

You’d always known Beyond the Sound was a greedy corporation, bent on dominating the charts and keeping the cash flowing in. You weren’t naive. Or at least, you hadn’t thought you were. But how had you missed the way your company was treating its clients? You truly thought they were being taken care of while Beyond the Sound rode their success all the way to the bank.

All the conversations you’d had in the past 24 hours left you unsettled, and had you wondering if you even wanted your promotion anymore. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking of it as already yours. Maybe if the concert got cancelled, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, as Jimin had said… even if you lost your job?

Damn, the schnapps must’ve been kicking in, if you were contemplating unemployment without batting an eye.

With a sigh, you wandered away from the window. It was funny how quickly you’d tired of that unending whiteness outside.

Hobi patted the space on the couch next to him and you took a seat.

“So now what?” you asked. “We just… sit here and keep waiting?”

“Yep.” Hobi ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he leaned against his legs. You averted your gaze, trying to ignore the way your heart panged at the soft sight. It had been so long since someone had stroked your hair like that. “We hunker down and wait for it to pass. Eventually, we’ll have to dig ourselves out, and figure out the plow situation. But until the snow stops, there’s nothing for us to do, but eat, drink, and be merry!” He grinned, his sunny personality not dimmed in the slightest by the stressful situation unfolding around him.

What it must be like to be an optimist. Couldn’t be you.

“We’ll be fine, noona,” Jimin concurred, smiling reassuringly. “As long as the - “

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Total, complete blackness, almost smothering you. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“ - power doesn’t go out.”

Yoongi’s voice piped up. “You just had to say something about the power, didn’t you?”

**********

An hour later, the electricity was still out. Candles placed around the sitting room provided weak illumination, shadows flickering as everyone settled in around the fireplace.

Well, everyone minus Jin, who remained in his room. Maybe he was sleeping through the blackout. Maybe he was still being a jerk. Those things weren’t mutually exclusive.

You’d finally shed your bathrobe, replacing it with the down comforter from your bed. Everyone else was similarly bundled in their bedding as you waited to find out what was going on outside.

A hand-cranked radio brought you bad news - the power was out for more than half the state, with no estimates of when it would return. Your hosts had some minor good news, in that they had a gas-powered generator, but it could only run for 12 hours max before it would need refilling. And that would be difficult to do if it kept snowing.

“We should reserve the generator to power the fridge and to keep the water from the well running,” Yoongi explained. “For now, I think it’s best we all hang out downstairs, where the fireplaces can help us stay warm.”

“What about Jin-hyung?” a pile of blankets on the floor asked. A purple-haired head poked out. “Should someone go get him?”

Everyone looked at you.

“Why me?” you bristled. “You all heard that asshole earlier. Fuck, I think the surrounding states heard him announce he doesn’t want to be anywhere near me!”

“Maybe this is a good chance to apologize,” Taehyung intoned, leveling a look in your direction. You shot back a glare, and he suddenly seemed to find the dancing flames in the fireplace very interesting.

Jimin wouldn’t meet your eye, and Jungkook dove back into his blankets. With a frustrated sigh, you arranged your comforter around yourself like a cape, and angrily stalked upstairs.

**********

Armed with a flashlight, courtesy of Hobi, you exhaled loudly before knocking on Jin’s door.

“Jin? Are you awake?”

Silence. He was probably sleeping after all. Well, you tried, so maybe everyone could get off your back.

A muffled voice called out as you turned to leave. “What do you want?”

Just the sound of his voice made your teeth clench. “Everyone’s downstairs waiting for the power to come back. It’s warmer down there, with the fireplaces. You should come down too.”

No response.

“Jin, did you hear me? You shouldn’t stay upstairs right now.” You frowned. “Don’t freeze your ass off because you’re a stubborn - “

The door flew open, and your rant died on your lips as you were met by a very rumpled Jin, who’d clearly just woken up. His normally polished facade was missing. Instead, he looked very soft, eyes blinking sleepily, mouth yawning gently. He still wore his pajama pants, but he’d removed his top.

Your eyes swept over his broad chest and the curve of his biceps as he leaned his arm on the doorframe. He was more well-built than you’d ever imagined, a slight ripple of abs greeting you as you jerked your gaze away before it drifted too far south.

Not that you’d ever imagined him shirtless. Of course not.

Well, maybe when you’d first met, before he’d opened his mouth.

Suddenly incredibly conscious of where you were looking, you stared at his hair. Such majestic fluff, the shiny strands bouncing as he dragged a hand over his face, peering at you questioningly. You longed to run your fingers through it. It probably felt like silk.

Okay, no more schnapps for you.

“Stubborn what?”

You shook your head. “Nevermind. Look, just come down, okay? There’s no estimate on when the power will return, so we’re keeping warm by the fire.”

The gaze that swept over you was cold, appraising. “Nah. I’m fine here.”

Jin tried to close the door, but you stuck your foot in, blocking it. He kept pushing, and you shoved against the door, stumbling through the gap into his room.

“Hey! I’m trying to keep you from dying of hypothermia, you prick!” you snapped, yanking your blanket through the door as it swung shut. You set the flashlight on the floor, aiming it upward so that the room was dimly lit by the beam.

He just huffed out a noisy breath, flopping onto his bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not that cold.”

“Not yet, but it will be, the longer we go without the heating on.”

“Oh, now you’re an expert on how exposure works? Great. Let me just settle in for this lecture,” he grumbled, burying his face into his pillow.

You were cursed. That was the only explanation for why you were stuck with this giant manbaby, in an unexpected blizzard, during the most important week of your career.

And you were over it.

Tossing your blanket cape to the floor, you stalked across the room and jumped onto his bed, jostling him violently.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he yelped, rolling onto his back. You drew yourself up onto your knees, straddling his calves as you glared down at him.

“Clearly, you and I are never going to see eye-to-eye on how we work. That’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. I just need you to stop being a baby and come downstairs because I’m pretty sure I’m not getting that promotion if I return to work without you because you froze to death!”

Jin sat up quickly, knocking you off balance as his face suddenly came within inches of yours. “Yah, that promotion is mine, first of all! And secondly, I’m not going to freeze!”

“Why can’t you just do what I’m asking you to?” you snarled, poking him in the chest.

“Why can’t you just realize that maybe your way isn’t the only way!” he retorted, grabbing your hand.

“You drive me insane!”

His eyes flashed as he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer. “The feeling’s mutual, Princess!”

Before you could shout once again about that irritating nickname, his lips smashed against yours.

Despite the quickly chilling room around you, you were burning up, flames licking at your skin as Jin ran his hands down your back, holding you flush against him as your mouths fought for dominance. Biting, tongues colliding, grunting and sighing into one another.

Fuck, he was an incredible kisser. His plump lips felt like heaven as they tangoed viciously with yours. Why the fuck were you always fighting, when you could be doing this instead?

“I bet you’ve been dreaming about this, Princess,” he murmured, mouth gliding down your neck.

Oh, right, because he was a complete asshat.

“Hardly.” Your teeth found his earlobe and you nibbled sharply, making him gasp. “I’m only doing this so you’ll shut the fuck up for a moment and listen to me.”

He laughed, lips vibrating against your throat, and then it was your turn to gasp as he threw you onto your back, covering your body with his own.

The solid warmth of him did nothing to cool you down as he kissed you urgently. Hands roamed everywhere. Your fingers combed through his messy hair, and you belatedly noted that the strands were in fact as smooth as satin.

Jin’s lips trailed down your chest, over your shirt, and stopped at your waist. “I don’t suppose you’d want to take this off,” he said, jerking on the hem of your top, “considering we might turn into icicles at any second.”

Scowling, you shoved him away. “Shut the fuck up and undress me.” Less talking, more action. You didn’t want to think anymore.

You just wanted to feel.

Jin complied, ridding you of your pajamas in seconds. He let out an appreciative hum when he noticed that you wore nothing underneath, hands immediately flying to your breasts, caressing them. Urging you to lie back down, his mouth closed in until he captured a nipple between his teeth.

For several heavenly minutes, no words were spoken. The only sounds in the room were the wet noises of his mouth as he suckled at your tits, lavishing both with attention, and the sighs of satisfaction that spilled from your lips.

Eventually, you broke the spell. “Jin.”

“Mmm?” he hummed around your nipple. Dark eyes gazed at you, and you clenched at the heat you recognized in them.

It was the same blaze that burned in you.

“As nice as this is, can we move things along?” Your pussy ached terribly, dying for his touch.

He snorted, pulling off your tit with a pop. “You really can’t stop and enjoy yourself for very long, can you? Always down to business.”

You would’ve argued, but as he spoke, his hand sank between your legs, finding and stroking your clit. So instead, all that came out was, “Hnnnnnghhh,” as you bucked against him.

“Maybe I need to help you, huh? Show you how to relax.” He licked a line between your breasts, down your navel, towards where his slender fingers were now sliding through your folds. “Ah, so wet. Good. You’re gonna need to be soaking for me.”

“What does that - ohhhhh.”

One long finger slipped inside, crooking, dragging against your inner wall. Your eyes slipped shut in bliss.

Only to reopen in surprise as his mouth closed around your clit.

If you’d thought his lips felt amazing against your mouth, the sensation of him kissing that tiny bud was out of this world. His finger continued to slide inside you as he licked at your slit.

“More,” you demanded breathily, hands digging into the soft sheets of his bed. He was moving too slowly for your liking - wasn’t he burning up, too?

“Patience, Princess. I have to get you ready,” he insisted, slipping a second finger inside. You tossed your head back at the intrusion.

“What the… oh… the fuck do you mean, get me ready? I’m not a fucking virgin, dumbass.”

In response, Jin removed his hand, making you whimper at the loss. He jumped off of the bed and untied the drawstring on his pajama bottoms, letting them drop to the floor.

Holy fucking shit.

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasped, staring at the biggest cock you’d ever seen. Outside of porn, at least. No wonder he was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was easy to know you could always stand on your own two feet when you a third fucking leg to back you up.

He merely grinned, lazily stroking himself as he watched your reaction. “Like I said. I have to get you ready.”

That was going inside you? Fuck. “Well, then get back here and fucking get to work!”

“As you wish, Princess.” He climbed back onto the bed, once again settling between your legs.

“Jin, enough with the damn nicknaooohhhhh.” Your snipe turned into a moan as his fingers scissored you open. A third finger joined the fray and you were lost in rapture for a moment. Even though the stretch felt unusual, the way Jin pumped his hand made your toes curl.

His other hand splayed on your stomach, holding you in place no matter how much you squirmed. He lowered his head to nibble on your thighs, making you squeak, before his tongue plunged into your core.

“I could do this all night,” he professed, grinning mischievously. His chin was slick with your wetness. The sight was incredibly obscene and incredibly arousing. “Just lie here, tasting you, making you come undone on my fingers. Would you like that?”

“Nnnnnoooo,” you groaned, knowing that the way your body reacted to his touches told a different story.

He laughed, eyes crinkling with delight, fingers never ceasing. “I don’t believe you. As a matter of fact, I think I should do just that. Make you cum again and again. Show you how to enjoy yourself.” He licked his lips. “I know I’m enjoying you, that’s for damn sure.”

Part of you wanted to lie there and make him fulfill his threatened promises. But you could see his massive dick as it slapped against his stomach, and all you wanted was to go for a ride.

“Jin.” Somehow you managed to bite back a moan long enough to speak. “Either get me off right now or fuck me.”

“Again with the orders!” He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Fine. Have it your way, Princess.”

This time, when he pulled his hand away, you didn’t whimper. You full-on wailed.

His shoulders shook with laughter as he rummaged through his suitcase, searching for a condom. “I’m just doing what you told me! See, I’m listening! Isn’t that what you wanted?”

What you wanted was to kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.

He knelt on the bed, making eye contact as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. You shuddered with anticipation, and a little apprehension. Sure, you weren’t a virgin, but none of the men you’d ever been with had been anywhere near as big as Jin.

As if he read your mind, Jin rubbed your thigh soothingly. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

You nodded.

Hovering over you, propped up on one elbow while lining himself up with the other hand, Jin dipped his head to kiss your neck. You tipped your head back, exposing more of your throat, and he took advantage of the slight distraction to slide in.

“Ohhhh.” He didn’t plunge all the way, just enough for you to feel a stretch. He wasn’t just long, he was also girthy, and the combination was intense.

“Okay?” he asked, lips tracing your ear.

“Okay.”

He kept slowly sliding in, checking in with you, until he finally bottomed out. The feeling was unbelievable.

“Still doing all right?”

“I think I can feel you in the back of my throat.”

“And yet somehow, you keep talking.”

“Hey! I - “

He silenced you with a kiss. But it was different than before. Unhurried. As if he had all the time in the world and he intended to use every second.

And then he began to move.

You felt every inch of every stroke with your entire body, nerves alight with overwhelming pleasure. He slowly fucked you, hooking one arm under your thigh and bending it back until your knee pressed into your chest, opening you up even more to him.

He hit you so deep, you saw stars. Literal bursts of light with every thrust. Your nails scraped down his back as you clung to him, nearly out of your mind as you drowned in him. Nuzzling his face in your neck, he murmured how amazing you felt, how fucking tight you were, that you were doing so well, praising you as you writhed beneath him.

“Jin, fuck,” you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.

At first, you thought he was huffing for breath, but you quickly realized he was laughing.

“What do you think I’m doing, Princess?”

“Are you seriously cracking stupid jokes right now? Making yourself laugh?!” you grunted as his hips stopped moving while he cackled. “I thought you said it’s only fun for you if others cum first? I’m not fucking cumming yet!”

“Ah, you’re right, you’re not. I guess I should do something about that.”

“No, forget it, I’ll do it myself.” Frustrated, you pushed him away. He retreated to a sitting position, back against the headboard, and you crawled into his lap.

“You wanna ride this big cock?” he cooed.

“Shut the fuck up, Jin.” Obviously, yes, that is what you wanted to do.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” He smirked wickedly, tousled hair falling into his glimmering eyes.

That. Fucking. Name.

Positioning yourself above his large cock, you stared him dead in the eye as you impaled yourself, punctuating your words with every bounce of your hips.

“I fucking told you to stop!” bounce “Calling!” bounce “Me!” bounce “PRINCESS!”

You rode him like a woman possessed, hellbent on chasing your end. He hissed as your hips rolled, and tightened his arms around you.

“What should I call you, then? Hmm?” His lips brushed against your collarbone as he traced his way back to your breasts, tongue swirling circles in your skin as you arched into his hot mouth. “My queen? Sweetheart? Baby?”

A whine escaped your lips, high and needy, at that last word. You clapped a hand over your mouth, as if you could shove it back in, but it was too late. He’d heard.

“Oh, you like that? You want me to call you baby?” He suddenly lurched forward, and you found yourself on your back again. You mewled, and his tongue ran along your neck as he pumped away.

“Okay, baby, you got it.” Over and over, he buried himself deep inside you. His hands knotted in your hair, cradling your head. He kissed you breathless, tongue diving into your mouth and tangling with your own.

He felt so good, but you didn’t want to make love, you wanted him to fuck you and make you cum so hard you forgot your own name, so once again you shoved him away, and then swiftly flipped over, rising onto your hands and knees.

“Enough sweet talk,” you spat, glancing over your shoulder. “Are you going to make me cum or what?” You wiggled your ass.

Jin growled - audibly growled - and wrapped his large hands around your hips as he sank inside you again. You groaned at the change in angle, feeling his dick kiss your cervix, and began to pant as he pounded into you.

“Is this what my baby wants? Just a good, rough fuck?” Teeth sank into your shoulder, and you muffled a scream by pressing your face into a pillow. “Huh?”

You nodded, only to jump in shock as a hand swiftly smacked your ass. “Ah!”

“Use your words, baby,” he commanded. “I know you’re not shy. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck, yes, give it to me hard,” you moaned.

He grunted, palm slapping your ass again, and you rolled your face to the side, swearing as the tempo of his rutting increased.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck!”

“You look so fucking good, all bent over for me.” Another smack landed on your cheek. “Always knew you would take this cock so well.”

“Stop talking!” you sneered, rubbing your clit furiously. “Just get me off!”

His fingers pinched your nipples and you yelped. “Still giving orders? Do I need to fuck you harder? Hold on, baby.”

There was no way he could possibly pound you any more furiously. And yet. He had you practically bouncing off the bed as he began to grunt harshly. Beyond words, all you could do was choke out strangled sobs as his hips slammed into you mercilessly.

“Is that what you need?”

“Ah! Yes!”

His strong hands flattened against your stomach, pulling you so your back was flush against his chest. He stilled for a moment, and you fought to catch your breath. You were a fucking mess, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you reclined against him, wanting more more more.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” his husky voice rumbled in your ear. “I wanna feel this sweet cunt to cum all over me. Are you ready?”

All you could do was moan.

“All right. Help me out.” He slid two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You swirled your tongue over his long digits, keening as he slowly pulled his dick out and plunged back in again, thrusting into you so deeply, your eyes rolled back into your head. He hissed as your teeth grazed the rough skin of his fingers.

His other hand slid towards your throat.

“Want me to?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded, then remembered how to speak. “Please!”

“If it’s too much, tap three times. Show me,” he rasped.

You tapped his arm once, twice, then a third time. Then you whined as his soaking fingers found your clit, rubbing the sensitive bead frantically.

Jin began to squeeze the sides of your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you dizzy. His grip held you in place as he continued to snap his hips into you, all the while never stopping the way he strummed your clit.

Your head began to spin, from the lack of oxygen combined with the intense pleasure radiating from your core, where Jin’s thick cock and stroking fingers were too much, it was all too much, and you couldn’t take it, you couldn’t -

“Let go,” he ordered you, and his hand fell away from your neck.

You inhaled, blood rushing, eyes closing, legs collapsing as you shattered into a million pieces in Jin’s arms.

White-hot pulses of sheer ecstasy rolled through you as you climaxed with a loud cry. Jin held you up with one arm as he felt your walls tighten around him, and then he was cumming, face buried in your hair as he cursed a filthy string of obscenities.

Jin released his grip on your stomach, and you dropped onto the bed, exhausted, smothering your face into the pillow. He laid on his back next to you, his arm over his eyes as his chest heaved.

“You okay, baby?” A hand reached out, gently stroking your back as you tried to steady your breathing.

Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to want to cuddle now, was he? Your mind began to clear as your high abated, and the reality of what you’d just done hit you hard.

“I hope that was good for you, Jin, because it’s never happening again.” Throwing one leg over the edge of the bed, you tried to slip out, but a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and you found yourself locked in his embrace instead.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you running off to, baby?”

You wriggled, trying to break free. How was he so strong? “I’m not running, we’re just done. And stop calling me baby. You don’t have to keep saying that, the moment’s passed.”

Jin spoke, voice a little more subdued than usual. “Right, the moment’s over. Back to business, then?”

He let go, and you rolled away. In no time, you were dressed, wrapping your comforter around yourself again. You grabbed the flashlight, and as the beam shifted, you caught sight of Jin’s face. Something you couldn’t identify shifted across it.

You blinked, and it was gone. The smooth facade was back in place as he looked at you.

“I’ll be down later. The cool air feels good right now.”

It did, but you still wanted to leave.

“Okay. We’ll save you a spot by the fire.”

A vague hum answered you as the door swung shut.

**********

You awake feeling stiff the next morning, curled in a little ball. Stretching, you extended your legs over the edge of your bed, kicking your feet.

“Ouch!”

Oh shit, right, you didn’t sleep in your bed last night.

From your makeshift bed on the couch in the sitting room, you glanced down at where Jimin was sitting, rubbing his head.

“Sorry, Park,” you apologized. Wincing slightly, you sat up. You were very sore, but there was no way to stretch that out.

Jungkook was sprawled on the other couch, with Taehyung splayed on the floor below. Both were snoring lightly. You assumed Yoongi and Hobi were in their bedroom, since it had a fireplace of its own.

And there was Jin, curled up on the floor behind the couch.

You watched him sleep, contemplating. What if you hadn’t run away last night? Would it really have been so bad to wake up in those arms?

“Good morning,” Hobi called out as he entered the room. You put a finger to your mouth, pointing to the men still sleeping. He ducked his head slightly, and beckoned for you to follow him, pantomiming drinking to let you know there was coffee.

Wrapping yourself in your comforter like a human burrito, you wandered into the dining room, Jimin trailing close behind. There were already cinnamon rolls on the table, steaming hot, and mugs waiting for coffee.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but the electricity came back during the night,” Yoongi said, carrying a pot of coffee out of the kitchen.

That explained why you felt so warm in your blanket. The heat was on.

“And in other good news…” Hobi pointed at the window.

“It stopped snowing!” you cheered. You grabbed your mug to peek out the window. The snow was piled so high. There was probably no point in even bothering to ask about a plow coming, but you felt compelled to anyway. “We’re still not going anywhere today, are we?”

Hobi shook his head. “I’m sorry. I hate to say it, but I think you’re going to be stuck here a while longer.”

“So the concert is probably off,” Jimin said, pouring some sugar into his coffee.

You nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

“The concert’s off?” Jungkook asked as he stumbled into the room, yawning.

“Yeah. Concert’s off, power’s on, snow’s stopped. Have some coffee,” Jimin replied.

Before long, Taehyung wandered in, hair impressively fluffy from his slumber, and then Jin, once again clad in his full pajama set, taking the seat next to you. Word about the concert rippled around the table as Yoongi set out another ridiculous breakfast.

You tore into a second cinnamon roll, again lamenting that eventually you’d have to leave this place and Yoongi’s amazing meals behind, and were about to ask Hobi how he and Yoongi met when Jin cleared his throat.

“Hey.” He bent towards you, voice hushed. “Can we talk about last night?”

You stared at him, horrified. He wanted to talk about what you’d done, here? At the breakfast table? In front of everyone and your cinnamon roll?

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you whispered, sipping your coffee.

“Really?” Jin shot you a look. “You have no comment about what we did? Not even the way I choked you until you came on my big dick?”

Coffee shot into your nose as you inhaled sharply at his words. Hobi reached over and patted you on the back, trying to help you clear your lungs. You glared at Jin as you recovered.

“Watch what you say!” you hissed. “This isn’t the place or time!” You also wanted to ask if he was incapable of referring to his own dick without commenting on the size, but really didn’t want to be overheard.

“So where and when, then?”

“Nowhere and never!” Tossing your napkin on the table, you abruptly stood. “I’m going to go shower,” you announced to the table, and quickly strode away before Jin could respond, dragging your blanket behind you like a fuzzy tail.

**********

Minutes after you’d retreated to the safety of your room, you lay on your bed, wrapped once again in your comforter. You knew you should shower, but you didn’t want to move. What you wanted, actually, was to become one with the bed. Just transform into a non-sentient pile of fluff and live out the rest of your days without having to think at all.

A knock came at the door. Jin called out your name. “Come on. Let me in.”

“Go away!” you shouted, fuming. “Can’t you take a hint? I don’t want to talk!”

“Fine. Then we won’t talk. Just open up.”

What the fuck did that mean? You opened the door to find him reclining against the doorframe on the other side.

Why was he always leaning over you? Staring down at you with those big brown eyes, those long lashes, that pretty pink mouth.

Fuck.

Yanking him by the collar of his shirt, you pulled him inside your room, slamming the door shut. He reacted lightning fast, spinning you around and pinning you against the door.

You glowered up at him, angry that he wouldn’t leave you alone. Angry at yourself for not wanting him to. Daring him silently to make the first move, because you’d be damned if you would.

He did.

Lips. On your mouth, your cheek, your ear. Like he was marking territory, claiming every inch of skin available. Sliding the neck of your pajama top over so he could kiss your collarbone, your shoulder.

“You don’t want to talk?” he huffed in the crook of your neck. “Fine. I can be quiet.” He lifted his head, lust blazing in his eyes. “But can you?”

His hand suddenly cupped between your legs, grinding his palm against your core. You keened at the friction. “Fuuuuck, Jin!”

“Shhhh,” he murmured, dropping to his knees. “No talking.”

He tugged your pajama bottoms to the ground. His hands roamed over your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart, goosebumps spreading over your skin at his touch.

“Jin,” you moaned, letting him move you as he wished. “I haven’t even showered since… since…”

“Since what?” he inquired, looking up at you. “Since we fucked? Do you want to talk about it?”

No, you didn’t want to. You shook your head.

“All right, then we’re not talking, period. So try to keep it quiet from now on.”

Your first instinct was to snap back, inform him that he of all people was in no position to tell you what to do.

Except, he was actually in the perfect position, kneeling below, gazing up at you with a dark look full of wicked promise.

Fuck, you’d do anything he wanted if he kept looking at you like that.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” One finger slid through your slick folds, grazing your clit. You whimpered, then immediately covered your mouth with your hand. “That’s better. Keep that hand there. Now, no more words,” Jin husked, and then suddenly his mouth was on your cunt.

The sounds his tongue made as he lapped at your wet heat were sinful, especially coupled with the tiny moans that escaped his hot mouth as he worked you over. You bit into your palm, trying your damnedest not to say a word.

But all you wanted to do was sing his praises as he worshipped you with his tongue.

You threaded your fingers through his glossy hair, tugging slightly, and he responded by groaning into your slit. The vibrations sent chills through you, and you repeated the action, pleased at how he moaned again.

One of his large hands wrapped around your ankle and pulled your leg up, letting it rest on his shoulder. You teetered slightly, a small gasp spilling out, but you managed to keep from yelping his name in surprise. His hands slid around to grab your ass, kneading the flesh as he made sure you were secured against him.

You released your palm, rubbing it with your other hand, trying to soothe the teeth marks you’d left in your own skin. His tongue danced over your clit, making your hips buck into his face.

You were doing just fine until he slipped two fingers inside and began to stroke.

“Jinnnnn,” you whined, hips jerking again.

He drew away, mouth and fingers abandoning you, and you looked down at him in horror.

“That sounded like a word,” he tutted, shaking his head. “I thought I told you not to speak?” He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms, as your leg dropped from his shoulder.

“I - I’m sorry,” you stammered, pussy absolutely throbbing. He wasn’t just going to leave you like this, was he? A half naked mess, literally quivering with need?

Did he want you to beg? You bristled at the thought... but fuck, you wanted to cum on his face more than anything. Who needs dignity when you have a man with a tongue like that?

He sighed. “Maybe I need to keep that mouth busy, huh?”

You nodded vigorously. Whatever it took to get those lips back on you.

He chuckled. “Okay, baby, let me help.” Standing, he slipped his hands down your thighs and lifted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, again fighting the urge to shout. He pressed you into the door, and covered your mouth with his own.

You felt delirious, humming into his kiss, bucking your hips against his hard cock as it rubbed against your core. How did he feel this good? This was Seokjin Motherfucking Kim! The most annoying man on the face of the planet!

He spun, carrying you to the bed, and set you gently on the edge. Then he stripped off his clothes, slowly, top first, then his pants, giving you an eyeful of his taut muscles and that giant cock again. Fuck, your mouth was practically watering as he stepped up to the bed, and…

...wait…

“Uh, you don’t expect me to fit that whole thing in my mouth, do you?” you yelped, wide-eyed.

“Yah, come on!” Jin stopped his seductive approach and put his hands on his hips. “I’m trying to set a mood here!” He sulkily pulled his pajama pants back on, then flopped onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

Just like that, the moment was over.

“Well, sorry I ruined it,” you muttered, curling your legs under you. “It’s probably for the best, anyway. We don’t need to make any more mistakes.” A tiny feather lay on the bed, having escaped from the comforter, and you fiddled with it as you spoke.

“Is that what last night was to you? A mistake?”

You met his gaze. Fuck, did he have to look at you so earnestly? Where was that cocky expression of his that you loathed so much when you needed it?

“It was… a release. I think we just needed a good hate fuck to get it out of our systems so we can move on and finish the job.” You spun the feather in your hand, snorting. “If there’s even a job left for us at this point.”

“A hate fuck. I see.” Jin muttered softly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. I may or may not answer, but you can definitely ask.”

He frowned. “When did you start hating me?”

You tilted your head. “Jin, I - “

“Is it because I call you Princess?”

Snorting, you made a face. “No, but that certainly doesn’t help.”

“Then it must be Nevamind. Right?”

Just hearing the name made you grit your teeth. You could deny it, but why bother? The truth wouldn’t be any more revealing than all the things you’d done last night. “Yeah, I was pissed when you got that job. But I’m over it now,” you lied.

“Do you want to know what really happened?”

“I know what happened. You charmed your way into the job.”

“Nevamind choose you.”

Your head snapped up. “What? Then why… how…?”

“Sejin came to see me after their meeting. He said Nevamind had picked you. But he also made some rather specific comments about how exactly he wanted your partnership to happen.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Comments like…”

“Like the exact positions he wanted you to, uh, work in. The jobs he wanted you to give. Do you understand what - “

“Yes, Jin, he wanted to fuck me, I get it!”

“Sejin said he was overruling the guy’s decision and assigning him to me. That’s why I got the job. Because there was no danger of him hitting on me.”

You leaned back against the headboard, contemplating his words. Obviously you’d always known that the job should have been yours, so finding out that it actually had been yours, for a whole five minutes, wasn’t as much of a shock as it could’ve been. But your anger flared at having been treated like you couldn’t handle the situation yourself.

Jin fluffed up your pile of pillows, lying on his side as he watched you digest everything.

“Was Sejin worried that Nevamind would attack me? Or did he think that I would sleep with a client?”

Jin laughed, a tired sound devoid of any joy. Or honking. “Neither. He was afraid of a lawsuit.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. He thought that if either scenario went down, one or both of you would end up suing the company, and he wanted to avoid that completely. He wasn’t worried about you - he just didn’t want you to get litigious.” He bitterly spat out the last sentence, as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth. “He said that me being Nevamind’s manager was less of a “statistical risk” to Beyond the Sound than you.”

What. The. Fuck.

You’d given your everything to Beyond the Sound in the last year, sacrificing your time, energy, and even personal relationships, all to make yourself the ideal employee and show your devotion to the company. Meanwhile, Sejin considered you a “statistical risk”? Holy shit, you were literally just a number to them.

Just like Euphoria.

Jin went on. “When Sejin told me all this, I realized nothing we do really matters to the company as long as we don’t hurt their bottom line. There was no reason to do anything other than bide my time, make some money, and build up my contacts, so that one day I can walk out of there and start my own management firm.”

“You want to open your own firm?” That was surprising. He’d never struck you as the type to have such big dreams.

“Yeah. Someday.” He pursed his lips, looking angry. “I should’ve done more. Should’ve told Sejin to shove it, that he had no right to treat his employees this way. To treat you like you were a liability instead of a person. That’s why I try so hard to make sure our clients are treated well, at least. That’s the one area where I do give a fuck.”

You believed him.

And you weren’t sure you could blame him for taking the job with Nevamind. Wouldn’t you have done the same in his shoes?

Of course you would’ve. Because you would’ve done anything to win. Even if the trophy turned out to be made of fool’s gold in the end.

Your head spun, mind reeling from everything he said. Absorbing all this info left you feeling drained. Completely defeated. You slid down the pillows, rolling onto your side to face Jin, but closed your eyes as you sighed despondently.

Gentle fingers glided lightly over your hair. You peeked through your lashes at Jin, who was watching you with concern.

“Sorry,” he muttered, lowering his hand, but you quickly grabbed it.

“Please don’t stop,” you quietly pleaded.

Instead, he pulled you into his arms.

Vulnerability wasn’t really your thing. A lifetime of fighting for what you wanted taught you to keep your guard up at all times. But lying there, your head on his broad chest, feeling so safe and warm, you felt your defenses start to slip. Jin began to stroke your hair again, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed at the tenderness, begrudgingly acknowledging that it was… nice.

Really nice. You could get used to it.

“Still hate me?”

His pecs muffled the sound of your laughter. “Not as much as before.”

He snorted. “I appreciate your honesty.”

Lifting your head, you frowned. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about any of this?”

“Would you have listened?”

He had you there. “I mean, maybe not at first, but eventually. Probably. I think.”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, the reason they picked me over you is because they knew Nevamind wouldn’t try to sleep with me’?”

“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.” You paused. “But also, if he didn’t want to fuck you, that was definitely his loss.”

Jin stared at you. “Are you cracking jokes? In the middle of my serious confession?”

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me,” you quipped, grinning as he suddenly lunged at you, capturing your mouth with his. Too soon, he drew back, and you actually whimpered, making him smirk and kiss you again. But eventually, you needed air, and parted. “Do you still hate me?”

“Never did.” He traced a finger along your cheek. “I’ve always had a thing for you.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped your chin on his chest.

“Uh-huh. What’s not to like? You’re sexy, smart, confident, and a killer manager even if you get a little too focused on your work sometimes…” he trailed off, squeaky laughter filling the room as you shot him a nasty look. “I thought you knew, honestly.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe because I’ve been flirting with you for a whole year?”

“Wait, that was flirting?!”

It was his turn to glare as you giggled. He nipped at your bottom lip in retaliation, and you yelped. More making out ensued, to your utter delight, before he rolled you onto your side with a sigh.

“I bet they’ll have our desks packed up and cleared out by the time we return to the office, since we’ll no longer be employed by the time we get there.”

Ah, fuck, right. Since the concert wasn’t happening, Sejin was likely to follow through on his threat of termination. More than likely. He’d basically told the both of you that you’d be out on your asses if the album tanked, and with all the canceled events this week, you didn’t have high hopes that it’d do well.

“Fuck, this sucks,” you swore. “We’ll be unemployed and the poor band will have another flop on their hands. Beyond the Sound will probably punish them for that with another terrible genre mash-up for the next album, like polka rap or something.” You shuddered at the thought. “It’s too bad we couldn’t have pulled it off. Even though you would’ve lost that promotion to me.”

Jin’s eyes bugged out. “How many times do I have to tell you, that promotion w- “

You cut him off with a kiss, laughing against his mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close again. A few minutes later, you pushed him away as he blinked in surprise.

“Why are you pushing - “

“Shhhh!” You flapped your hand, shushing him, lost in thought. “I have an idea.”

**********

“Is everything all set up?” you asked Jungkook as he dashed past you.

He halted, nodding. “Yeah, we’re almost ready.” He tugged at the collar of his sweater, an eyesore of a Christmas tree with shimmering LED lights and the words “Let’s Get Lit” embroidered across his chest.

“Fantastic. Is there anything you guys need from me?”

“Not at the moment, noona, thanks.” With a nod, he continued on his path, as Hobi exited the library.

“How’s it going in there?” you asked.

“Great! It’s coming along. Yoongi is going to bring us some snacks while we enjoy the show.” As Hobi spoke, Yoongi hustled by, carrying a tray loaded with cookies. You snagged a sugar cookie as he passed.

“Hobi, I’m really going to miss it here. The service is top notch. And these ugly sweaters are incredible! You have quite the collection,” you raved.

If you were a weaker woman, you would’ve wilted under the look Hobi shot you. “You think these atrocities are mine? Oh no no no. They all belong to Yoongi.”

Your eyes widened in glee. “Oh, that’s even better.”

Jin came bouncing down the stairs, a happy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but grin back, for a second, before you composed yourself. He stopped short at the bottom of the staircase, staring at you as your host wandered off.

“What the hell?” Jin pouted. “I’m offended, you look great in this ugly Christmas sweater. This is a scam.”

“Oh, because only you’re allowed to look great in one?” He was, indeed, pulling off the ridiculous “Resting Grinch Face” sweater he wore, despite the blindingly bright green and red colors - but he was Seokjin Motherfucking Kim, after all. It was a little snug on him, given that he was taller and broader than Yoongi, but if anything that just made him even hotter.

Neither of you had to wear the ugly sweaters you’d borrowed from your hosts, but you’d decided to do so out of solidarity for the band members. And also maybe you were kinda getting into the spirit of things. Just a little.

“No one is supposed to look good in these! That’s the whole point, they’re ugly!” He paused. “But you think I look good?”

“Fuck off, you know you’re handsome and look amazing even in the dumbest of sweaters.”

He grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. It’s impressive how sexy you make that hideous thing look.” He reached out and honked the fuzzy moose nose that jutted out of your sweater, which bore the words ‘Merry Christmoose!’

How were you supposed to act like a professional when Jin was making you giggle like a fool? All you wanted to do was pull him into a darkened corner and kiss him senseless.

But you had work to do. So you settled for gifting him a tiny peck on the cheek.

He held his hand to where your lips had landed. “Careful!” he gasped, sounding scandalized. “Someone might have seen that.”

You rolled your eyes. “ Okay, I’m already regretting this.”

“This what?” He followed you down the hall. “This, like you and me? Are we a thing?”

“The more you talk, the less we are,” you sang, unable to hide the laughter in your voice.

Before you crossed into the library, Jin grabbed your arm, spinning you around and into his embrace, stealing your breath away with his lips. You let yourself melt for a second, two, ten, before breaking away.

“Ahem.”

To your surprise, Yoongi was standing in the hallway, a wide grin on his face. “I just wanted to know if you’d like some peppermint schnapps in your hot cocoa again?”

So much for keeping things secret. Not that it really mattered, considering Yoongi wasn’t much of a talker. But you didn’t want to answer questions or have to put labels on whatever you and Jin were. Right now, all you wanted to do was see your idea through. Anything else could wait.

And yet it made you happy to think that maybe there could be something. Ugh, you were getting so soft, so fast. Better keep an eye on that.

“That’d be great, thanks,” Jin replied smoothly, hands still on your hips.

“Sure,” you croaked out. You didn’t normally drink while working, but fuck it. Tis the season, after all.

In the library, Taehyung sat at the piano while Jimin perched on a stool in front of the baby grand, tuning an acoustic guitar. Thankfully, Yoongi had a guitar on hand that Jimin could borrow.

Meanwhile, Jungkook played around with an electronic drum kit that he’d brought with him, fine tuning the settings. Jin and Hobi were futzing with the tripod, searching for the perfect spot to set up the camera.

Because damn it, the show must go on.

Sure, the in-person concert had to be cancelled. But that didn’t mean Euphoria couldn’t perform. All they needed were a few instruments and a camera to livestream it all.

Unfortunately, the tech crew who were supposed to stream the concert at the venue were also snowed in at their hotel, but a simple phone would do for the stripped-down concert you were imagining.

(As long as the Blitzen Inn’s internet didn’t conk out in the middle of streaming.)

This wasn’t about your job anymore. Fuck Beyond the Sound. This was about Euphoria, and letting the band show that they didn’t need weird gimmicks or wild concepts to sell albums - all they needed was the chance to shine. Just the three of them and a (mostly) acoustic set of holiday classics. The band was thrilled with your idea, and it made you happy to see them so happy.

Ugh. You were turning into a marshmallow.

The ugly Christmas sweaters had been Hobi’s suggestion, after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you hadn’t had the chance to buy them a proper holiday concert wardrobe. Jimin’s gingerbread man sweater read “I’m Baked” above the cookie’s visage, while Taehyung’s “Prosecc-ho-ho-ho” with a tipsy Santa Claus looked surprisingly chic - something you ascribed to the wearer and not the sweater itself.

The other furniture in the room had been pushed back so only the band and the fireplace would be in the shot. You stood behind the couch, watching Hobi adjust the phone being used for the recording. “Hobi, you don’t mind manning the camera for this?”

“You mean, do I mind turning the video on and clicking “record”? No, I don’t mind at all,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just happy to help! This is such a wonderful idea - a cozy little concert experience.”

“Yeah, we came up with a great plan, huh?” Jin piped up, sneaking up on your side. You felt the ghost of a hand brush down your back and fought to keep your face straight.

“What is this ‘we’? This was my idea!” you retorted, but failed to keep from smiling as you said it. Yoongi brought you both a mug of cocoa, then sank onto the couch for a front row seat.

“It’s about time,” Jin glanced at his watch. “You guys ready?”

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook chirped.

The fireplace crackled in the background as Hobi cued Jimin. The lead singer smiled at the camera, greeting the audience. “Good evening and happy holidays! Euphoria had to cancel our concert, thanks to a little snow. But we didn’t want to let all our fans down. We hope you don’t mind that it’s just the three of us tonight, and some of our favorite songs. Grab your cocoa, settle around the fireplace, and celebrate with us, as we bring you a little holiday cheer.”

He strummed his guitar, launching into a gorgeous rendition of “Winter Wonderland.” As the music swelled, Hobi and Yoongi relaxed on the couch, hand in hand. Humming along quietly, careful not to end up on the recording, you felt Jin’s hand gently wrap around your waist. Leaning against his side, feeling content, you decided to let go of your worries and enjoy the moment - the beautiful music, the cheerful atmosphere, and the gorgeous man by your side.

Jin dipped his head, mouth brushing your ear as he murmured, “You pulled it off, baby. Congrats.”

“I did, didn’t I?” you whispered, peering up at him, smirking. “I guess you deserve some credit, too. Why don’t you claim… 25%?”

“So generous,” he smiled, bending to sweep his lips against yours. “I’ll be sure to thank you when I get that promotion.”

His kiss silenced your protests as the band played on.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Your eleven am appointment is here, ma’am,” your assistant’s voice filtered through the speaker as she buzzed you.

“Thank you, Seulgi. Go ahead and get them settled in the conference room and I’ll be right in.”

You stood and began gathering everything you would need for your meeting, just as Jin entered your office without knocking.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, but how many times do I have to tell you to knock?” You frowned.

He grinned, crossing the room to tower over you. “Why, what might I see? You in a compromising situation with the boss?” His hand stroked your hip as he stepped closer. “Oh wait, that’s me.” “We’re partners. Stop trying to get me to call you my boss.”

After the success of the livestream, Euphoria’s holiday album shot straight to the top of the charts. You’d ended up having to stay an extra day in Christmas, until everything was plowed and it was safe to travel again. When you finally returned to your office, Sejin welcomed you and Jin with open arms, thrilled at how you’d helped shepherd Euphoria back to the number one spot. He’d then offered the promotion to you, stating he’d heard that the livestream had been your brilliant idea.

And you had promptly turned him down, putting in your two week notice.

Jin also quit, and together you established your own management firm, Worldwide Sound. Normally, making such a big leap would’ve taken a lot more time and effort, but you had an ace up your sleeves, signing a major band on your first day of business - Euphoria. Thanks to a savvy lawyer contact of Jin’s, the band got out of their horrific contract with Beyond the Sound and happily joined your firm as your first clients.

As much as the old you would’ve hated to admit it, you and Jin made a pretty great team. With your business expertise and his interpersonal skills, you were making a name for yourselves in the industry, all while making sure your clients knew that they were your number one priority.

Jin delicately removed all your belongings from your grasp, setting them back on your desk as he slid his arms around you. “You didn’t have any problems calling me ‘boss’ last night,” he purred as he tilted his mouth to slot against yours.

You allowed him to kiss you for exactly five seconds before you pushed him away lightly. “Okay, first of all, role playing does not count, and secondly, what happened to us not discussing our private life at work?” But there was no anger behind your words, just an unceasing fondness for your boyfriend as he gazed at you with a soft smile.

“You’re right, you’re right. Oh, but I did finalize our travel plans for Christmas, so we’re all set for this weekend.”

“Oh, good! I can’t wait to see Hobi and Yoongi again.” What better place to celebrate nearly a year of bliss with your boyfriend than at the little bed and breakfast that brought you together?

“Me too. Now come on, back to business, baby.”

You gave him a look.

“Sorry. Partner.” He held the door open for you, but you paused in the doorway to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“That’s better. But if you play your cards right and help me sign this deal,” you murmured, “tonight you can call me boss.”

“Yes, ma'am!”

© 2021-22-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

And Then He Was Gray (Part Five)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: I’m baaaaack!!!! 😄 So sorry this took so long to update! I feel so bad, but I promise I have a good reason why it’s been forever since I’ve posted. Please see my Big Announcement Update for further info. I’ve missed you all!

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Swears, god f*cking dammit.

LOTS AND LOTS OF DIRTY, FILTHY SMUT including, but not limited to, biting, sucking, groping, Jin throwing Y/n around a bit, the giving/receiving of hickeys, BDSM themes, fingering, Jin going all in on Y/n’s praise kink, face-fucking, smut, smut, and more smut.

Forget the gallon of holy water, I need an entire pool-full of the stuff 😂 Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,178

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Five

Once Jin had shut and locked his front door, I turned around and looked at him from across the room, eyes wide with apprehension. He stared at me for a few long moments, a playful smile drawing the corners of his full, cotton-candy lips upward, his large hands shoved in his pockets.

“Tell me what you want,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t catch it.

“Want… Want you,” I murmured.

Jin crossed the room, stepping so close to me I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I looked down in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of that. He gently cupped both sides of my jaw with his hands and raised my gaze until it was locked onto his. I drew in a shaky breath, trembling from the suspense, as his head dipped further down until his lips mercifully brushed against mine.

I let out a satisfied moan, finally getting a taste of what I desired, as I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around Jin’s neck and tugging him closer. Jin let go of my face, putting his hands to work elsewhere. They scrambled over my body, not able to decide on a resting place. They first squeezed my hips, then wrapped around them, then moved to massage handfuls of my ass, only to roam north and tweak my clothed breasts until my nipples stiffened.

I gasped and licked inside his mouth, each new sensation bringing me higher and higher until my mind was smothered in a lust-filled haze. I wanted him. I needed him.

Jin suddenly shoved me backward, and I fell on the couch behind me with a loud “Ooomf!”

Before I could question him, he loomed over me, eyes swirling with dark clouds of desire. As slow as could be, Jin raised his arms. His gray, star-studded shirt followed suit, showing off the honey-toned skin of his stomach I’d been dying to get a taste of all night, and the strip of Balenciaga boxers. My mouth watered, forcing me to swallow. Finally, he tugged the shirt off, revealing his smooth, broad shoulders.

Jin stepped closer to the point where I could smell his musky cologne, the spiciness of the scent making my nostrils tingle. God, I wanted nothing but to taste that bare skin. I wanted nothing but to inhale buckets of that scent. Yet I didn’t dare touch him. Not until he gave me the go-ahead. I actually sat on my hands to keep myself from the temptation.

He chuckled a bit at my antics before tantalizingly undoing the button that sealed his jeans together. His fingers grasped the zipper, and I actually bit my lip to contain myself.

Jin took notice and dropped to his knees, pressing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip and drawing it out from between my teeth. “What did I say about you biting your lip?” he murmured, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura.

“S-Sorry, Sir,” I stuttered. “I-It’s your job.”

“That’s right.”

He kissed me harshly, dominating my mouth with his, taking turns between shoving his tongue down my throat and taking my bottom lip between his lips and sucking. “You know,” he said, drawing back, leaving me panting. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s fair that you get to see me before I get to see you.”

Jin snaked his hands around to my ass and tugged me to the edge of the couch, causing me to let out a yelp. He devoured my mouth once more, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core until he reached my gray skirt and began to tug it and my panties off all at once. Jin drew back as he slid the fabric down my skin, his eyes following its movement until he reached my calves. I lifted my legs up, allowing him to slide the clothes over my feet and toss them away.

He then grasped both of my knees and forced my legs apart. Heat flooded my cheeks as he stared at my dripping core, fascinated. “Damn,” he murmured. “Such a pretty pussy… just begging to be fucked.”

I whimpered in response to his words, my exposed middle clenching around nothing. Jin let out a low groan when he saw that. “Want me that bad, huh?” he asked.

I nodded eagerly. “Want you so, so bad, Sir.”

Jin stood and undid his zipper, yanking his dark jeans down just enough to expose his hard member bulging from inside his boxers, the tip barely sticking out above the waistband, weeping pre-cum.

He drew closer, standing between my open legs. At long last, he finally freed his dick, tossing his pants and boxers away, and I gasped, my mouth falling open of its own accord. “That’s right, baby girl,” Jin growled. “Suck. But keep those hands underneath that pretty ass of yours.”

I immediately obeyed, sliding my hands underneath my thighs, before shoving the entire, long length of his cock inside my eager mouth. The velvety, soft skin of his member urged me to hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head up and down, earning me several loud gasps and moans from Jin. I got him to the point where his entire frame began to shudder from the pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he managed to gasp out. “No teasing at all… just went straight for it. My kind of girl.”

Encouraged by the praise, I sped up my pace, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and activate my gag reflex. I instinctively tried to press my legs together, wanting any sort of friction or relief, but Jin’s body stood in the way.

Jin groaned loudly, gratifying me through his pleasure. He wrapped my hair into his fist and guided me as I continued slurping and sucking around his huge member. “Hold still, baby,” he suddenly commanded. “I’m going to fuck your face.”

At his words, I braced myself and tried to contain myself at the same time. My entire system of nerves felt like they were on fire, tingles running up and down my spine at every moan he let out, flushing with a heat I only dreamed existed before now. “Squeeze my thigh when you need a break,” Jin said.

He suddenly thrust deeply down my throat, holding still there for just a second before pulling nearly all the way back out. He did that a couple more times before increasing his pace, ramming his cock in and out so rapidly I almost couldn’t keep up. I dug my nails into Jin’s thigh, trying to stay in control while staving off the downward spiral that was my own carnal indulgence.

Jin immediately stopped, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. “You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, so different from the dominant growl he’d used earlier.

I coughed for a moment, wiping tears from my eyes. “Y-Yes,” I finally spluttered out. “Sorry, I wanted to keep going, I didn’t think, I just needed something to… something to…”

Jin’s eyes were soft as he pulled me upright, a knowing smile hovering over his perfect lips. “Something to hold on to?”

I nodded, looking down in embarrassment.

He lifted my gaze to his with a gentle finger underneath my chin. “Do you want to keep going?”

I nodded eagerly. His dark eyes smoldered, lust filling them, his smile changing into a smirk. I was going to get whiplash from the duality of this man. Jin suddenly scooped me up, causing me to shriek in surprise, before carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. “Come here,” he growled.

I obeyed, scooting towards him. Jin peeled my top off, grunting in appreciation when he saw the lacy black bra underneath. “Were you expecting this to happen?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I shrugged. “Not really. I just… like to feel pretty in all aspects when I go to a party.”

“I see,” he murmured, leaning down and undoing the clasps of my bra, sliding the straps down off my shoulders and tossing the bit of fabric somewhere behind him. He crawled on the bed on top of me, nudging my thighs apart. He leaned back, only for a moment, sliding a condom on his hard, huge length. I swallowed hard at the sight.

Jin let out a low chuckle before grabbing me and flipping me onto my front. “God, this ass,” he groaned, spreading my cheeks apart.

He rubbed the pad of his middle finger up and down my length. “So fucking wet still. That’s my good girl.”

I moaned at his words, soaking up his praise. Jin leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, before prodding me open with his tip. He was enormous, but I knew I could take it. I wanted to take it more than anything at that moment. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, the pressure on my slick walls so phenomenal I could hardly stand it. He bottomed out then slowly slid back until he was nearly all the way out again, then pumped back in. His pace increased as we both adjusted, crescendoing faster and faster until slapping sounds filled the air. I pressed my face into his comforter, moaning loudly as he pounded me into the bed like nothing else mattered. Grunts, growls, and the occasional, “Oh god, you feel so good,” came from behind me as Jin continued ruining me beyond belief.

The building pleasure I felt was unreal. It felt so good, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t open my eyes, hell, I could barely breathe. I could feel my pelvis muscles tightening, a chord in me about to snap.

“Fuck!” Jin cried out, suddenly pulling out of me. My legs trembled as the cold air hit my insides.

“Come here,” he growled, flipping me back over. “I need to see that pretty face as I make you come undone.”

He kissed me harshly, twirling his tongue around mine, groaning loudly as he pressed back inside of me. He went frustratingly slower this time, prolonging both our orgasms, instead choosing to focus on biting and sucking the skin around my neck and breasts, leaving a trail of purple blossoms all over.

Jin pulled back suddenly, sweat making the ends of his hair wet, his lust-filled eyes and parted mouth making me flush with a new wave of heat. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he murmured.

I audibly gasped as he pumped in and out of me at a lightning-fast tempo, the smell of our juices permeating the air as they began to mix. It was all I could do to moan and feel his delicious length hitting all the right spots. “Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” Jin panted. “Gonna cum so hard around my dick?”

I fucking lost it. All my muscles tightened at once, a gasp coming at the end of each loud moan as I struggled for air, my orgasm washing over me like a thousand-foot tidal wave. “Fuck!” I cried out as I hit the peak of my pleasure.

Jin slowed down a little, prolonging my orgasm, relishing in the way I tightened and released around him. “Damn,” he grunted. “You’re pussy is so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could fuck it all night long.”

“Do it,” I groaned.

His pace picked up once more, my moans coming out as loud whimpers. I almost wanted to beg for him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg him to keep going forever and ever. Jin’s hips snapped into mine, and he only paused for a second to pin my legs backward, his shoulder muscles popping from the tension. “God, I’m gonna cum,” he huffed, pounding me faster.

His pleasure was my pleasure. I moaned loudly as my muscles clenched together once more, another orgasm hitting me just as he let out a loud growl, pressing his twitching length inside me as he came.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jin groaned, his member pulsating inside of me as spurt after spurt of cum wrecked the inside of the condom. He finally stilled, both of us panting hard. Jin slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, slowly, sensually, like he wanted to taste and feel every bit of my lips with his, so different from his rough kisses from before.

I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I kissed him back. He felt so good, so amazing. I didn’t want this to end.

Jin pulled away, his eyes taking a tad longer to open than usual. “You can stay over,” he murmured.

I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain my glee over having a few more hours with him.

Jin’s gaze darkened as he once again gently pressed a finger to my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Y/n… What did I say about biting that lip?”

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Six, End)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: Woooooooow, here we are, at the end! I think this is the first six-part one-shot I’ve finished on this tumblr. Uh-maze-ing. This was so much fun to write. I love that I came up with this purely out of my own head, the only inspiration being that damn beautiful gray shirt and Jin’s damn beautiful self. I’m really proud of this piece. I hope you, dear kutie reader, enjoyed it as well. Thank you for your support, and as always, I purple you <3

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Praise kink shining through, oral, mutual masturbation, a bit o’ angst, and (as always) f*cking swears.

Word Count: 1,583

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Six (End)

My eyelids fluttered as my consciousness stirred, but I buried my face back into the pillow, not wanting to wake up. If I woke up, it would be morning, and I’d have to go home, and my amazing one-night stand would be over, becoming nothing but a bunch of memories I’d only be able to take out late at night when I was alone.

I reached a hand out, feeling beside me where Jin had lain, his strong arms wrapped around me as we finally drifted off to sleep for the last time. After the first time, despite a heavy makeout session and him promising to fuck me into oblivion again, we decided we were both too exhausted to go another round. Jin sweetly took care of me, grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping me down with it, tenderly kissing every inch of my body as he did so. “Did so well,” he muttered between kisses. “So good. My good girl.”

I sleepily preened at the praise, smiling and letting out content sighs as he cleaned me up. He got us both large glasses of water, watching to make sure I gulped mine all the way down before snuggling up against me in bed and wrapping me in his arms. The heat emanating from his skin alongside his heartbeat lulled me almost to sleep when Jin’s voice broke the silence. “Y/n.”

“Mmmm?”

“That was… mind-blowing.”

I hummed in agreement, my eyes still closed, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“I just wanted to ask before we fell asleep… if I get horny again, do I have your consent to wake you up by eating you out?”

My eyes shot open, heat flooding to my core at the thought. “God, yes,” I sighed.

I could feel Jin’s smile as he kissed my cheek. “Good. Because if I’m sleeping next to you, it’s almost a guarantee I’m gonna wanna fuck again.”

And fuck again we did. Jin only let me have a couple hours sleep before I woke up with his head between my thighs, slurping down my juices as his tongue penetrated my core and swirled around my clit. I came twice again, once from him eating me out, then again as we fucked once more, this time more slow and sensual as we were both still a bit drowsy.

After a couple more hours of sleep, I woke up to Jin fingering me, the pads of his ring and middle fingers drawing circles on my clit as his hot breath warmed my neck from behind. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his lengthy shaft, pumping up and down until we mutually orgasmed once more.

I smiled, the memories from last night leaving warmth flowing through me, and finally opened my eyes. It had to be at least mid-day, if not later. The sun was lighting up the room, even through Jin’s dark curtains, and the day felt like it was already mostly over. Jin was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around, my gaze landing on a folded t-shirt with a glass of water next to it. I gulped it down, so thirsty after all of last night’s antics, then put on the t-shirt, which fell to my thighs.

I cautiously opened the bedroom door and padded down the hall into the kitchen, from where a delicious smell was wafting throughout the apartment. “Hey,” Jin said. His upper half was bare, and he wore gray sweatpants that fell loosely around his hips. I wet my lips at the sight of Balenciaga boxers peeking out above the waistline.

“Hi,” I replied, a bit breathless.

“Did you sleep well?”

I hummed in response. Something was sizzling in the pan he held, and he dragged a spoon through it before blowing the steam away and holding it out to me. “Taste this.”

I stepped close and obliged, the warm smell coming from the pan enticing my senses. I chewed and swallowed. “Wow, that is really good,” I said.

Jin shot me a smile. “Good. Sit down, I’ll make you a plate.”

He set the food-filled plate in front of me, along with a pair of chopsticks. “Thanks,” I murmured.

“Oh, here’s your phone. I charged it for you, and your clothes will be out of the dryer in a few minutes.”

I blinked. He washed my clothes? Jin seemed to be almost too considerate… Almost like he’d practiced this routine a million other times, with a million other girls. That depressing thought led me to turn on my phone, eager to distract myself from my perpetual loneliness.

Soyeon had called me three times, and texted me twice as many times.

I quickly tapped out a message back to her.

I lay my phone face down on the table. It buzzed a few times, no doubt Soyeon freaking out about the fact I was at Jin’s place, but I ignored it. “Everything okay?” Jin asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just Soyeon checking in on me.”

Jin was wiping his hands on a dish towel, staring intently down at me. The sight of his bare honey-toned torso and taut muscles was almost too much to look at. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was, and even more unbelievable was the fact we’d had such an incredible night together… But with every high comes just as deep of a low. How is it that I’d gotten laid but I felt more single today then I did last night?

I quickly finished eating and went to grab my clothes, changing as fast as I could and grabbing my purse. “Erm,” I said, causing Jin to look up from cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m going to call a cab. Thanks for… Well, thanks for everything.”

Jin’s brow furrowed. “Wait a sec, I can give you a ride.”

I smiled weakly. “There’s no need. I can get home on my own. I’ll just wait on the curb.”

He crossed the room, confusion in his eyes. “Hold on now, no need to rush. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “You wanted… what?”

Jin stepped close, caressing my cheek with a long finger. “Why are you always running away from me?”

“I’m not,” I retorted, stepping out of his reach. “I’m just trying to give you an out so you don’t have to feel bad.”

“Why would I need an out?”

I glanced awkwardly to the side. “Because… Well, because… This is just a one-night stand, isn’t it? I mean, that’s what you do with girls?”

Jin scoffed. “Seriously? You’re still on about that?”

“Well, yeah. Look, Soyeon told me━”

“I don’t care what Soyeon told you. Yeah, there have been other girls. You’re telling me there haven’t been other guys?”

I stayed silent. Clearly, after last night, I was no virgin, but I wasn’t a player either. “I just wanted to be clear with our expectations,” I muttered, turning away.

I had my hand on the door handle when Jin placed his large one over it. “Tell me, right now,” he said earnestly. “Be honest. Do you want this to only be a one-night stand? Or would you like it if something more came out of it?”

My mouth parted in surprise as I looked back at him. “Be honest,” Jin repeated, his gaze eager. “Because I’ll be honest with you. I have been with other girls, yes, a lot of other girls by some standards. I’ve always been straight with them, telling them they were just a means to satisfy me for the night, but none of them could even do that much. None of them were what I needed.”

I slowly turned back around as he spoke, letting him get closer and closer with each word. Jin placed his hands on either side of me, effectively pinning me with my back to the door. “I need you,” he said, passion dripping from his voice. “I need everything about you. I told you, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be perfect for me.”

I pressed my lips together. “Yeah, but sexual compatibility does not make a relationship,” I said. “No matter how amazing.”

Jin blew out a frustrated exhale, shaking his head. “You still don’t get it. I want to date you, Y/n. Will you go out with me?”

I blinked. Was he… serious? I mean, we did have some things in common. We both liked to cook, we had similar friends… and we were fantastic in bed together. Maybe this could work. Maybe I could have someone of my own, finally, someone to go to parties with, someone to share all my secrets with, someone to love.

“Y-Yeah,” I finally stuttered out. “I’ll go out with you.”

Jin let out the breath he’d been holding, sliding his palm up towards my jaw, angling it upward. He captured my lips with his in the sweetest kiss, drawing me up on my tiptoes, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He drew back, and I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer, wishing for more.

“Come on,” Jin said, his gaze darkening as he tugged me by the hand back towards the bedroom. “I’ve got the whole day off, and I know exactly what… or should I say, who… I want to do.”

Smiling, I let him lead me into the kind of bliss that, until that moment, I’d only dreamed I’d be able to have.

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The Fucking End <3

AHHHH SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD

Okay, i have never done this but here is my request 🫢 I’m gonna go with the elevator scene (could be the whole scene there or maybe then moving it to another place 😅) but with Jin please 🥺 I would like some type of angry sex, like idk, both are mad about whatever and then 🤯 if it could contain some degradation and maybe a spit kink? it would be more than perfect 😬🤩 oh! And some appreciation to his shoulders and lips ☺️ thank you so much in advance 🥰 hope you have a great dayyyy and take care of yourself 💜

Here’s some inspo~ 😍

stuck with you. || ksj.

❝ “Jin?”

“Hm?”

“Happy anniversary.” ❞

[this was also posted on ao3]

➳ summary: you always thought that having a 'first time' with your boyfriend, the kim seokjin, would be nothing but wonderful. like having your first kiss together or the first time you made love to each other. but not this time. having your first fight was horrible and you wanted nothing but to pout in silence. but then you get stuck in the elevator together with your boyfriend. and jin wasn't nearly done with you.

➳ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

➳ genre: idol!au, established relationship!au, light angst (they had a stupid fight), smut, fluff at the end

➳ warnings: make up sex, punishment sex, public sex (they're fucking in an elevator), spanking, spit kink, name calling (slut but also good girl, baby), unprotected sex, boobies appreciation, nipple play, creampie

➳ wordcount: 5,5k

➳ a/n: it's done, your request @jimcartop! I really hope you like this and it's written to your liking <3 it's not that good, I know, yet I still hope you (and all the other people too ofc) had a good time while reading this. Big thanks to @hoebii as well, thank you so much for taking the time to beta read for me! Ilysm <3 My requests are open btw, so if you have a wish, I'll try to get it done! Feedback would be much appreciated, ly all <3

➳ taglist: @parkdatjimin @hoebii

You always thought that the 'first time' of something would be a moment you’d love and treasure for a long time.

Like the first time you met your boyfriend Seokjin, all those years ago, or the first time the two of you went out on a date, the first kiss you shared or the first time you made love to each other. All these 'first times' will forever hold a special place in your heart, and whenever you’d feel sad, you’d remember them and suddenly the world seemed so much brighter, so much better.

Not this time though.

This 'first time' was horrible, something you thought you could prevent just a little bit longer, no, forever because yes, as much as you tried to deny it, you’ve always been avoiding it because it scares you to death; a fight. You and Seokjin had your first fight.

It all started pretty normally. You woke up at your shared apartment, alone, because your boyfriend had already left for practice and it was your day off.

Today was a very special day. It was your 5 year anniversary and you were beyond excited to spend this day with Jin. You both already had the day planned out in advance. Nothing special, because Jin still had work today, but the two of you would just spend time together at your shared apartment while watching a movie and eating the food your boyfriend made, and then things would – hopefully - get hot and steamy and the two of you wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom because you’d simply be too horny for each other. You even bought a new lingerie set in his favorite color you knew he’d love, because this anniversary meant a lot to you and you really wanted to please your boyfriend today.

But then everything just went downhill.

Your footsteps echoed loudly in the hallways as you made your way to the dance studios. You were angry, no, more than angry – you were furious and almost at the edge of crying, which was so unlike you that it simply made you angrier. But who could blame you?

This was your anniversary, a day that simply shouldn’t have gone wrong. Yet it did. When Seokjin called you earlier, saying that he wouldn’t make it home and needed to be at the studio for a few more hours you were mad. He knew how much this day meant to you, and yes, you also knew he was an idol and it happened often that he couldn’t make it home, but on your anniversary? He couldn’t even make time for you on your fucking anniversary?

There was music coming out from one of the studios, so you immediately knew that the boys would be in there. You probably should knock, waiting for them to give their approval for you to step into the room but you didn’t care. Not today, not now.

So, you shoved the door open with sheer force, a loud ‘bang‘ pierced through the room as it collided with the wall on the other side.

“Kim Seokjin!“

The people inside fell into silence, though the music continued playing in the background, everyone too stunned to make any moves as shocked faces were looking at you with wide, open eyes.

The first one to react to your sudden arrival was Jimin; the young man who was just sitting on a chair moments ago, drinking from his water bottle, fell from his chair, face colliding first with the floor. A loud soundision echoed through the studio, alongside Jimin groaning in pain, rubbing his forehead.

Then there was a laugh. Hobi.

The others followed him shortly after, laughing at poor Jimin who was now rolling his eyes, slightly annoyed, but not mad.

Everyone was laughing, except Jin.

Your boyfriend was looking at you, and you saw the different emotions flickering in his eyes. Surprise, guilt and annoyance. Why was he annoyed? A fire of anger blazed within you, ready to burn down everything that came its way.

“I am so angry at you, you have no idea!”, you announced, your voice echoing through the studio as you approach Seokjin with angry steps, your nostrils trembling.

In the corner of your eyes, you notice how the boys became quiet. They were no longer laughing, Jimin was no longer complaining about his pain. All their attention lingered on you, the crazy, angry girlfriend that just stormed in here without permission, without caring that they had to work.

You didn’t give any shit, your whole attention on the man standing right before you.

“This is such an important day for me, and you know it! On our anniversary?! Fuck, do you really appreciate me so little? How dare you, Kim Seokjin?!”

Okay, now you were overreacting. But you couldn’t stop, not when the anger within you only started to grow when you saw how his body tensed, a clear sign that he was angry himself.

You were also sure that the tears, which already gathered in the corners of your eyes, would soon gush out of you like a waterfall. You knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself then any longer. And you didn't want to show yourself this emotional in front of him and the others.

But Jin remained silent, calm. He didn’t let the storm raging inside him out. He waited while the guilt tried to suffocate him, slowly, because seeing you this angry and upset wasn’t easy for him, too. Even if he knew this was kind of his fault.

A voice from behind caught your attention. Namjoon.

Of course it was him, the leader, trying to solve every problem, even if he himself had nothing to do with it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I think this has to be my fault. Shit, I completely forgot about your anniversary. If I had known beforehand, I wouldn’t have told Jin to stay longer to practice more”, Namjoon explained.

He was calm too, but something about that made you even more angry, more upset about this whole situation. Why the fuck was everyone this calm?!

Coming here was a bad idea, you now realized, because you were painfully aware of how much you were overreacting. Tears welled up inside you again, this time out of pure shame.

Yet you couldn’t stop.

You didn’t answer, didn’t even give a sign that you heard what the leader said and last but not least, you didn’t look anyone in the eyes. Not the boys, not your boyfriend.

Without another word, you practically sprinted out of the room. The door fell shut behind you, and now the silence of the corridor accompanied you as you ran away. Your heels clattered on the floor and your pent-up emotions that you tried so hard to hold in, tears of pure anger and shame, now flowed in streams down your cheeks, ruining your make-up you’ve put so much effort into.

You were painfully aware that Jin wasn’t following you, that he wouldn't pull you into his strong arms and let you cry on his warm chest.

But if you were honest, you couldn’t even blame him. You behaved like a little brat, which wasn’t entirely fair to him as well.

But you wouldn’t admit that, not now, not when your feelings were still this strong, this new.

You sprinted to the elevator at the end of the corridor, pressing the button like a madman, once, twice, then again, over and over again. You just wanted to get out of here, into your bed, where you could continue to act like a little child - but this time in peace, when no one could judge you and you no longer had to justify yourself for your shameful behavior.

The elevator opened its doors, a short ‘beep’ sounded out as you got in and pushed the button for the garage where you’d parked your car.

You were still sniffling, your eyes full of tears running down your cheeks, yet you didn’t have the emotional capacity to do anything about it, not even wipe them off with the back of your hand. Your back was pressing against the cold wall of the elevator, and you desperately tried your hardest to not look at the huge mirror. You didn't want to see what a miserable state you were in.

The doors slowly closed and you fished your phone out of your purse, fingers flying over the screen as you checked your messages, trying to get your mind busy with other things.

“Y/N!”

A hand reached through the elevator doors, followed by a foot, and then there was a groan as the doors failed to defy resistance, crushing both hand and foot. But the person on the other side reached his goal. The doors opened again, slowly, and in front of you now stood Jin, completely sweaty and agitated. He was running after you, even though you didn’t give him any reason at all to do so.

Rather the opposite was the case.

He entered, cautiously, and then the doors closed behind him and the elevator took the two of you down.

You now wiped your eyes, red and swollen from all the crying, but you still didn’t look at him. Because yes, even though you now understood how childish your behavior was, you were still angry. The fire was still burning in your chest and you weren't ready to erase it yet.

“Y/N, Jagiya, please look at m-“

Suddenly, the elevator came to a standstill. A screech rang out, metal on metal and a loud, startled shriek escaped your throat. Jin lost his footing, desperately flailing his arms back and forth as he tried to hold on to something at the very last moment, but it was too late. He lost his grip, fell forward and – of course – straight into your arms. Suddenly your lungs seemed to be out of air, your breath being taken away from you. As he slammed into you, as his full weight pinned you against the wall, your back hit with such force that tears came to your eyes instinctively, the pain making you see stars for a moment.

Then everything was quiet. Too quiet. And that’s when you realized the damn elevator got fucking stuck.

“Shit, oh god, are you okay?”, Jin asked, the worry clearly evident in his voice. You groaned in pain, your whole back hurt, and now tears were streaming down your cheeks again. This time, not out of anger or shame, but of pure pain.

“This can’t be fucking true, we can’t be stuck in this fucking elevator!”

But of course it was true. Jin knew, and you did too. What did you do in your previous life to deserve something like this?

Your whole back was killing you, and so while you were getting comfortable on the floor you groaned, both in pain and annoyance. Meanwhile you saw how Jin was pressing buttons, desperately trying to get you out of the elevator. He even tried to open the doors with his hands, but of course it wasn’t working.

“We’re stuck. Shit. Seems like we have to wait here till someone notices it.”

“No shit, Sherlock”, you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Jin turned around, and now you saw the clear frustration, visible in both his gaze and body language. You weren’t fair to him, you knew that. While it did made you feel bad, you also weren’t able to stop behaving like this. You and your hurt ego, it was honestly more of a pain in the ass than it was useful to you.

“Y/N, don’t be like that”, Jin sighed, and he ran his hands through his chocolate brown hair. A few wrinkles were now evident on his handsome face, which usually happened when he was nervous or frustrated. Probably both, you figured out.

“Don’t be like what? What am I doing? Explain it to me, so that I can understand it better”, you said, sarcasm practically dripping out of every part of your whole being. Jin only groaned in frustration, his head falling back, meeting the cold wall of the elevator.

“You behave like a little brat. Shit, I knew I fucked up, but I couldn’t just say no when Namjoon said he wanted to practice longer. You know how he is! He would’ve been stressing over it if I wouldn’t have agreed”, Jin tried to explain, his eyes searching for yours, desperately.

And you understood it, you really did, yet you had so much chaos, so many raw emotions within you that your reasonable side was hard to manifest itself again.

You started to cry. Yes, you, an adult woman, started to sob like a little baby while being stuck in an elevator with your boyfriend. You covered your eyes with your hands and it was like a switch had flipped within you. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and you were pretty sure you looked like a whole mess, eyes and nose red from crying, your whole make-up smeared across your face.

It was in this moment you realized you were the luckiest woman in the whole world, no, the whole fucking universe to have Kim Seokjin as your boyfriend. No matter how angry he was with you before, no matter how frustrated, those feelings didn’t matter because he immediately put his arms around you without a second’s hesitation. Gosh, you loved this man, you truly did, and you swore to yourself that you would never get angry at him again.

He stroked your back in circular movements, didn’t stop, even if after what felt like an eternity – which was probably more like 10 minutes – you had calmed down, your body going limp in his arms. He still didn’t let go of you, instead starting to rock your body back and forth, slowly, carefully.

“I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long”, you started to speak, your voice sounding muffled due to your face still being buried in your boyfriend’s shirt. “I’ve took the day off. I-I didn’t say it because I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I cleaned the whole apartment, then I went shopping to buy this lingerie set you thought looked so good on me. I shaved my whole body, because… yeah, you know. I even made a reservation for your favorite restaurant. Shit, yeah, I’m so sorry for acting like this, but I’ve just… I’ve just wanted this day to be perfect Jin.”

You felt your tears starting to well up again, but this time you could control it. Instead, your gaze met his, and a soft smile spread on your face. Jin pulled you towards him again, this time his face was buried deep in your hair and you could feel his breath on your skin, making you shiver.

Then something wet rolled down your neck.

A tear. Guilt was washing over you, hitting you like a punch in the stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Jagi, shit. I’m so sorry. If I knew how much all of this meant to you, then I would’ve never stayed longer.”

You slowly untangled yourself from his arms, tried to look him in the face, but he wouldn’t let you. He turned away instead, sniffling softly to himself. The sound echoed through the elevator.

This had to be the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Your boyfriend, your soft, idiotic and funny boyfriend, who would always crack stupid dad jokes, who’d never leave the apartment without a goodbye kiss, was crying right in front of you. Because of your goddamn insensitivity.

You cupped his face, making him look at you. His eyes were red, swollen, exactly like yours just a few minutes ago. His hands clasped yours, who were still cupping his face, while he closed his eyes.

For a while, there was nothing but your shared silence in the elevator. The only noise coming from you was your calm and steady breathing.

Slowly you lift your fingers, wiped away the few tears that were still on his face and then spread soft kisses on his face, his eyes, which were still closed, his nose, his cheeks until your lips found his, and you placed one soft kiss there too. You have never been more grateful than in that moment, because after all of this Jin still let you get so close to him.

“I’m sorry Jin. I’m so sorry for letting it all out on you. This shouldn’t have happened, and I deeply regret that”, you spoke with a soft and steady voice, but on the inside, you were actually quite stressed. What if Jin wouldn’t forgive you? He had a reason not to, and the thought scared you, making you almost tear up again.

But Jin wasn’t like this, and deep within you, you already knew that.

“How can I forgive you when I’ve never been angry with you in the first place?”, he chuckled, a smile now on his face. You automatically started smiling too, and you nudged his nose with yours, giggling quietly while your arms swung around his broad shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be so indulgent with me. Punish me for what I did!”, came out of you, and suddenly it was as if a switch had flipped, the air between you immediately heated up, had something heavy, erotic in it.

And as you saw his smirk, you knew you would receive punishment. Just not in the way you imagined, but something much, much better, which made it already difficult for you to breath.

“Punishment, huh? Is that what you want?”, he asked. His voice sounded thick and so much deeper than usual, and when his hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer so that you were flushed against him, a groan escaped your throat.

You felt yourself becoming wet just by the thought of what exactly he would give you, and you couldn’t wait but to hope the punishment would be as bad as possible.

“Answer me, baby girl. Do you want to be punished? A bad girl like you should be punished the worst, don’t you think so?”, he mumbled, and as you tried to answer, tried to tell him how desperate you were to see how he would punish you, his sinful lips found the sensitive spot behind your ears, licking, sucking hard, and a whimper left your lips as you arched your back, closer, shit, you had to be so much closer to his body.

“Answer me, slut”, he groaned, and you whimpered as the filthy words left his mouth. You were dripping, your juices already forming a wet spot on his sweatpants and he hadn’t even started yet. And he knew, of course he knew, and he took full advantage of it, that lousy son of a-

With a jerk he turned your face to him, didn’t let go of you, even if you already looked at him obediently. Anger was now clearly visible on his face.

“Open your mouth”, he ordered, which you did without a second thought, waiting for what you knew would come next. He collected his saliva in his mouth and without hesitation he spat into your mouth and you stuck out your tongue, showed him where his saliva now was in your mouth.

He was breathing heavily and you could feel him beginning to rise underneath you, his long, fat cock slowly getting hard. A satisfied grin crept onto his lips.

“Now swallow.”

He gave you an order again, so of course you obeyed. With pleasure. You swallowed his saliva, imagining it was his cum instead, heavy on your tongue, and the thought alone almost brought you over the edge.

“Good girl”, he said and then the calm was over, the slight hesitation gone. Jin pounced on you like a hunter on his prey and you gave yourself immediately to him, unconditionally, even if there was a slight risk that he would eat you alive.

His mouth pressed onto yours, hard and without any mercy. He pulled you even closer to him, your breasts now pressed against his upper body and his cock rubbed against your cunt deliciously. Even under this much layer of clothes he had such a strong effect on you and you could feel how long and thick his member was. God, you truly loved his cock. You would definitely suck him off once the two of you got home.

“Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this fucking elevator. You will never behave like this, do you understand me? How you exposed me in front of the others, I will make sure you never will be able to do that again. You have to be punished, hard, do you understand that?”

His hands found your thighs, kneading the soft flesh while his lips kissed your neck. You immediately lean your head to the side so he could have better access to it, and now his kisses were getting sloppier, messier and a fire lit up in your stomach, making your walls clench around nothing.

His hands tore open your blouse with force and a startled scream escaped you. Buttons flew in all directions, but Seokjin didn’t seem to care at all, because he was looking at your chest intensely, the way your boobs almost spilled out of your bra, how nicely they were pressed together by the fabric.

“Look at your tits babe. Fucking look at them. They’re so gorgeous”, he spoke, his voice sounded so hoarse, so turned on. His big hands found your tits, massaged the flesh without mercy, again and again.

Your nipples harden underneath his touch, now clearly visible through the thin fabric of the bra, and Jin smirked as he saw that. He took one of your rosy buds between his fingers, rolling it back and forth while his mouth found your other breast, sucked you through the fabric, hard, just as he knew you liked it.

“Jin, oh my god, don’t stop, please”, you moaned out. His lips on your nipple made you see stars, and you grinded down onto his hard cock through the fabric of your clothes, the friction causing you immediate pleasure. Yet you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you, while he fucked you hard and fast.

“Yes, continue, ride yourself on my dick babe.”

He groaned at the sight of you. Your eyes were closed, your lips swollen and your tits bouncing right before his face, even though you still had a bra on. Gosh, he felt like he could cum right in his pants at this beautiful, sinful sight that was you.

But it was you who came first.

Your climax came suddenly, without a warning, so hard you screamed, the sound echoing throughout the elevator. However, you didn’t stop grinding against him, the opposite was the case, because while he still worked your nipples alternately with his lips and fingers you started to increase your speed, desperate to feel more of him.

“Fuck, who told you to cum without permission?”, Jin asked. He suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you confused and aroused, and instead began to massage himself through his pants. The sudden prospect made you groan, but the trembling of his nostrils made you hold still, made you not to do anything nasty again.

Your eyes followed him as he stood up and a moan escaped you as his hard cock was at eye level with you; a faint wet stain was clearly visible on his pants, and it was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You thought he wanted you to lick his cock, to take him deep in your mouth until you couldn’t breathe anymore, but that wasn’t the case. He grabbed you by the shoulders, roughly, but not in such a way that it would cause you any pain, and pulled you up with all his strength. You got up stumbling a little, a little out of breath, but he didn’t give you time to get a hold of yourself, because the next moment he had pressed you against the wall with the mirror on it. The situation from before had been so similar, and yet so different, because this time you didn’t moan out of pain, but out of the sheer pleasure he was causing you.

“Turn around”, he ordered, his lips close to your ear as he bit down hard, once, then let go and waited for you to obey his command. And like the good girl you are – for him and him only – you followed his order, turned around and pressed your upper body against the cold glass of the mirror. Your breasts were spilling out of your bra, nipples getting even harder as they were pressed against the mirror.

Your eyes found his in the mirror, he looked at you without turning his gaze away just for a second, and you stretched out your ass towards him while you slowly licked your lips and exhaled your breath sensually, the glass beneath you making it visible by turning foggy.

He groaned at the sight, and then his whole body was pressed against your back, his dick pressed against your ass, slowly grinding between your ass cheeks as much as possible because you were still clothed. It had to be gone, you realized, your clothes who forbid him to grind his cock directly at your ass had to be gone. Now.

“Need to feel you inside me Jin, please“, you begged, wiggling your ass at him out of sheer desperateness. He bit down hard into your neck at this action, hard, and you moaned at the thought of being marked as his, the evidence clearly visible on your neck.

“Shit- you’re so hot, might cum in my pants by the sight you’re giving me. Gonna fuck you so hard I have to carry you out of this elevator since you won’t be able to feel your legs after it. Now strip for me, babe. Fast.”

You probably broke all the records by stripping, slipping out of your clothes so quickly and throwing them carelessly on the floor that you were pretty shocked yourself. Then you stood in front of him, naked, completely exposed and in his eyes you saw how much he enjoyed this, how much it aroused him that while you were naked he was still fully clothed, causing him to smirk slyly. His arousal was clearly visible as his erection continued to swell and the sight made you even wetter, even more desperate to get his cock inside you as fast as possible.

And it seemed like he couldn’t wait either. He forced your body to turn around, so you were facing the mirror again. Then, as you finally thought he would fuck you, you were surprised again.

He slapped your ass. Once. Twice. So hard that you were sure your flesh was all red. You moaned, cried out, over and over again as he continued to slap you. The view he had seemed too good to be true, how the flesh jiggled as he slapped your perfect ass until it was sore. Only then did he stop, and when you thought you could catch your breath you were taught a better one: he pulled down both pants and boxer shorts and thrust into you, hard and so fast and deep that you got dizzy. At first there was pain, so much pain it brought tears to your eyes but your boyfriend actually let you get used to his size until you were sure your legs wouldn’t give out the second he would thrust into you again.

You gave him a sign by giving him a nod, and he didn’t hesitate for even a millisecond. He pulled his cock out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whimper, but before you knew it, he was inside you again, and oh god, he hit a certain spot, so hot and deep. He thrust into you, over and over again, at a speed that made you see stars, that made you reach your climax far too quickly for your liking. Yet you didn’t want him to stop.

His hands were on your boobs again, finally, and he squeezed the flesh he loved to much, punished your nipples over and over again with both his hands till you were screaming due to oversensitivity.

“Watch yourself in the mirror, Jagi. Open your eyes. Shit, do you see how hot you are? So wet and ready for me.”

His words, oh god, his words made you scream as you opened your eyes, as you watched this beautiful man thrust into your pussy, hitting spots within you you didn’t even know existed.

You felt ready to burst, the obscene noises of your juices between you while he fucked you hard were too much, too hot, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Seokjin grabbed your hips, prevented you from moving and was thrusting so fucking fast and hard in you that you were nothing but a screaming mess. And when he also took your clitoris between his fingers, massaged it over and over again in circular movements, it was over for you.

You came, your second orgasm hitting you, the pleasure flowing through your whole body, from the tips of your toes to the tips of your hair, making you sigh in comfort, making your body go limp and leaving you a panting mess.

“Good job, princess. You did so good”, Jin said, his lips on your shoulder, leaving a trail of feather light kisses along the way. But he still wasn’t finished with you.

Trying to reach his own release, he picked up his pace again, his cock slipping in and out of you again, the action making you scream because shit, you were so sensitive there, so sore from his big dick.

“Jin, I- ah, can’t go again, please”, you cried out, your forehead pressing against the mirror while you tried your hardest to stop your legs from trembling. “Yes, you can and you will. Be a good girl for me, Y/N. I know you can do that for me”, he mumbled, his voice sounded dull because he was still kissing your back and shoulders. His lips were squeezed shut, trying his hardest to chase his orgasm.

He was also panting you noticed, his shirt sticking to his chest due to all the sweat his body was producing, yet he didn’t seem to mind that. He was lost within you, deep buried into your tight and warm pussy, desperately trying to cum.

After you caught yourself again, a few moments later, you decided to help the poor man a little. With your hands you leaned against the mirrored wall and lifted your hips, letting them rotate back and forth as he thrust into you again and again. Sheer pleasure was visible on his face, and you swore the sight of him trying to get himself off while using you for his own pleasure was enough to force another orgasm out of you.

His movements were getting sloppier, changing from slow to fast which let you knew he was getting close, getting ready to burst his load within you.

“Cum for me, Jin. Need your cum in me, painting my walls white.”

Oh, and he did. His dick twitched inside of you and he came in waves, cum dripping down your thighs. He groaned, biting down hard into the flesh of your shoulders, panting heavily.

“Shit, that was amazing”, he said shortly after, his member slipping out of you easily due to all the cum the two of you produced together.

“We should get stuck more often in an elevator if it ends up like this, huh?”, you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively while grinning at him through the mirror. He laughed, nodding in agreement with you, because this had to be the best sex he ever experienced – although all the sex with you was the best, so fucking hot and good all the time. He would never get tired of fucking you, and clearly never tired of loving you.

You turned around, still naked as you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft, deep kiss on his beautiful lips. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you yet again closer to him.

Shortly after, you collected the clothes lying on the floor, trying to get dressed, Jin trying to distract you by grabbing you again and again, pulling you to himself and kissing you deeply. He only stopped after you hit him playfully on the arm, only then did he let you get dressed in peace.

“I love you, Kim Seokjin”, you announced, suddenly feeling emotional all over again. The love you had for him was real, deep and raw burning in your chest. You loved him with every breath you took, every heartbeat of your loving heart.

“And I love you, L/N Y/N”, he grinned, boyishly.

It took a while for the elevator to jerk into motion again, taking you both finally to your desired destination.

Only when the doors opened and the corridor leading to the garage was revealed to you did you remembered something, something so important you couldn’t believe you simply had actually forgotten.

“Jin?”

“Hm?”

“Happy anniversary.”

uploaded: 06/23/22