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Hiraeth: 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I’m in my Jin-I-miss-you era and I’m taking u all with me. Idk yet if this will be two-shot. Do tell me your thoughts 💜

“I’m going to marry you.”

The nine-year old Seokjin lost his concentration upon hearing your declaration. He blinked, and all of a sudden, the game signaled that he lost. His hold on the game controller slackened. It gently hit the carpeted floor. He hated losing. It was game over all because of you.

“I’m never gonna marry you,” he said so meanly that he was sure you would finally stop following him around. But the five year-old you merely grinned, several teeth missing and announced that he would marry you. You were sure of it.

“Will you stop following me?!” Jin seethed, glaring at your small form as you didn’t mind his anger and continued walking behind him eagerly. Jin was at the stage where all he wanted was to move, to burn the excess energy. He was into sports lately. And because he was fond of it, you were, too. Wherever he went, you’d follow. It was like he had another shadow besides his own.

It was annoying.

But it was also comforting.

On times when he’d fall, knees and hands bruised or bloodied, there you were, quietly telling him it was going to be fine, gently washing the blood off of him. You were always there to help him stand up again. You always carried around cute bandaids. He liked to think that you carried it for him.

He was twelve now, and you still followed him around. He even told his mother about you, but she merely giggled and told him that you were the cutest little girl she had ever seen. He should have known she wouldn’t side with him. After all, your father was his father’s best friend. This was why you were always around…and he was used to your presence that when you couldn’t attend some of his family’s event, he would sulked. But the young Seokjin couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why he hated when you were gone.

Yet, he was irritated by your presence.

He saw you as a nuisance, but you saw him as someone who was larger than life. In your young mind, he was the epitome of perfect. He looked like a prince, and his family treated him as such. You wanted nothing but to be his princess. And so, you spent your younger days following him around. You saw him through all the stages in his life, until he became that lanky, yet sporty teenager.

He was fifteen and you were eleven. You knew he was even more irritated with you than glad that you were with his family during their vacations. His mom treated you like her own daughter, saying that you were the daughter she never had, and you were only too glad to have a mother figure. On some vacations, Jin would be kind and played with you with the sand. On some vacations, he would watch out for you whenever you strayed too far on the sea.

On some days though, he scoffed at your presence.

Like right now.

You looked at the entrance of your school with mild confusion, your strides faltering as you realized it was Jin who was waiting for you outside the school premises. He was cooly leaning against their car, their driver sitting on the car, waving at you with a smile on his face. But Jin looked angry.

“Who’s that?” Your close friend and classmate, Chan, asked you. “Why does he look mad?”

Yes. Why was Jin mad?

Perhaps, Jin was too impatient to wait for you because not a moment later, his legs that you noticed were becoming longer as the years passed by brought him faster to you. He stood in front of you, towering over you and Chan. And was he glaring at him?

“Jin!” You gushed in excitement, your adoration to him apparent that you were sure your eyes were gleaming with unrestrained happiness. “Why are you here?”

He turned to you after scaring the poor boy, “Your father asked me to pick you up from school. Our families are going to have dinner together,” he replied in a tense voice. He didn’t even let you speak when he grabbed the backpack that you were wearing, and dragged it to the waiting car.

You didn’t get the chance to say your goodbye to your friend.

Inside the car, his eyes were trained on the window, watching the passing cars. He was pouting, his lips protruding adorably. And there you were, sitting beside him as you nonchalantly ate your candy whilst talking animatedly to their driver.

“Does your father know you have a boyfriend?”

You blinked owlishly, confused with what he suddenly said. The driver only shook his head lightly and smiled. He was watching the young sir sulked until Jin couldn’t keep his silence anymore.

“W-what boyfriend?”

“That boy you were walking with.”

“He’s a friend!”

Jin turned his head to look at you, his eyes appeared darker as he took you in. You were ridiculous in his eyes.

“Sure he is. I’m going to tell your father about this,” he promised in a monotonous voice. His jaw was clenched as he remembered clear as day how the two of you walked so near each other. He knew how other boys thought, especially on that age with their silly crushes.

But if he thought you would be mad, he could not be anymore mistaken. You instantaneously slid across the sit, almost plastering your side to his as you looked up at his eyes.

“Oppa, are you jealous?” You asked with a wide grin on your face, your lips the color of the sweet candy you were eating.

He blinked repeatedly. He could not believe he came across as that! He was just…looking for you. Right?! He was just somehow protective of you.

As gently as he could, he pushed you away. “Don’t be delusional! I’m just worried for uncle! He works so hard only for you to be with boys when you’re so young!” he explained in an annoyed voice, the volume of his voice rising like the way his ears reddened.

“So I should not be with another boy?”

“Yes.”

“So if I stay away from them, will you marry me when we grow up?”

“No.”

You only rolled your eyes at him, unbelieving that the two of you would not end up getting married. Your young self was sure that you would end up with him. A year later, your father transferred you to an all-girl’s school. You didn’t have to know that it was him who influenced your father to do so. At such a young age, Jin was starting to become darker, perhaps a little bit more manipulative. He had done it so underhanded by using his charms and well-placed words that no one would think of him as anything but a sweet, young man.

You were thirteen when girls started being mean to you. Why did kids have to be so mean? Why did kids have to find someone else’s weak spot and attacked it?

You were walking to an alley, a shortcut to your home, minding your own business when the mean girls from school saw you. You learned hate because of them. Your steps faltered when one of the mean girls noticed you.

“Look who’s here,” she sneered, looking at you up and down. Her other two friends paused their chats to look and you and laughed.

“What’s with your messy hair?” One of them asked in disbelief, circling you as she lifted some strands of your hair. You would admit you were bad at combing your hair. You were used to being one of the boys that you didn’t put special care to your appearance. “Do you look like that because you have no mother?”

“You looked like a rat that came from the sewage,” she mocked you. And then the three of them laughed in that annoying way of theirs.

It was not even funny.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past them. But apparently, they weren’t done with you. A scream erupted from your mouth when someone grabbed your hair, tugging it with enough force to bend your neck.

“Where are you going? You think we’re done with you?”

“Yes, freak. We’re done when we say we’re done!”

Even though you fought with all your might, you stood no chance. Three outnumbered one.

Until he came, like a hero you always thought he was.

Jin was in your house, his parents eating dinner with your father. He repeatedly looked at the clock, wondering where could you be. You should be home by now. His knee wouldn’t stop moving as he watched the clock. His parents were laughing with your father when he asked them where you were.

“Oh, she’s on her way home. She’s probably around the alley. You know that girl, she has no patience walking around the block.”

And that was when he left. He politely excused himself, telling them that he would just buy something from the convenience store. Yet, he found himself walking to the mentioned alley.

And he was glad he did.

You were so close to crying, something you didn’t like doing because it always took you forever to stop when someone roughly and carelessly pushed the mean girl away from you. She landed on the ground harshly and you heard her pained whimper. The other two went to their friend, pulling her away from the angry boy. You felt a gentle hand pulling you to stand. You felt Jin brushing the disheveled hair from your face. And then he flashed you a reassuring smile, yet his eyes remained angry.

You were limping as he walked with you. Up until now, he didn’t say anything. And you were all too glad he didn’t. That day, he pulled you to a convenience store, brought medical supplies, and cleaned your wounds quietly. He was bent down as he placed the final bandaid on your knee.

“What are their names?” He asked with an air of nonchalance, but what you didn’t know was his mind was brewing something unpleasant. He was going to unleash hell on those girls.

Without any thought, you told him.

And come morning, you never saw those girls again. Apparently, they were reported to the school and had to transfer.

He was seventeen when he saved you.

You were fourteen and he was eighteen. You were waiting for him outside the university he wanted to enter, in your hand was the placard you spent the whole night making. You were waiting to congratulate him on his entrance exam. There was a crowd outside the school, waiting for their sons or daughters to finish the exam. You were so sure that he was going to pass. Your Jin was the smartest man you knew.

You were grinning and waving wildly when you finally saw him. The years had only made him taller and more handsome. You sighed as his perfect face became more apparent as he neared you. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t notice his other friends and some girls trailing behind him. And they only teased him further when they saw your placard, snickering about how some young girl was pining over Jin.

As if he would be with you.

As if the Jin they knew would be with someone lower than him.

He was so embarrassed that he told you to go home.

“B-but-“

“Go home, Y/N.”

But you meant to ride home with him…

That day, it rained so hard and you were only too pitiful as you walked to the bus stop. You were shivering as you arrived home. And it didn’t come as a surprise that you caught a fever that night. For the first time, you ignored his text asking you if you arrived home safely. You had barely woken up when you noticed his form sitting beside your bed. Your father trusted him so much that he let him in your bedroom. He was silently watching you. On the bedside table was a basin of water and a cloth he used on your forehead. Jin might have appeared stoic in front of you, but inside he was dying from worry when he didn’t hear from you last night.

In fact, he was so worried that he came to your house, knocking on the door sheepishly when he woke up your father and asked if you were home.

He had been here for hours now.

“Are you mad at me?”

You smiled at him weakly. “Never, oppa,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry for leaving you. You should have not came alone, princess,” he lectured gently, still worried that you went on your own for more than an hour travel to cheer for him.

“I wanted to support you,” you pouting defended yourself.

“I know. But next time, don’t. I know you support me even without you going there.”

“W-were you worried for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” you said, sitting up slowly before flashing him your cheeky smile. “Will you marry me?”

Seokjin only shook his head.

He was eighteen when he didn’t outrightly said no. He was eighteen when he realized you meant the world to him.

Yet, he was nineteen when he hurt you the most.

It was Christmas. It was the first year he went to college, while you were still in high school. It was the first Christmas he looked forward to because your family and his were spending it together on a cabin near a frozen lake. He was the last one to arrive at the cabin, and he didn’t anticipate the traffic rush from people scrambling to enjoy their holidays that he arrived at a much later night. He didn’t know why, but he spent his first year away from home messaging you daily. He even went as far as demanded you to tell him when you would get home, or when you would go out with your friends, or when you needed someone to pick you up because he would. He would go to you regardless of how far he was. He would drive for hours for you.

Jin parked his car and entered the cabin. He knew you were probably sleeping already, but when he passed the dining room, he could hear conversations that turned something in his brain, something so horrible.

It planted something vile and poisonous in his twisted mind.

“Are you sure about this?” He heard his father’s voice resounding over the quietness of the night. He didn’t know why, but he stayed silent. He was always the polite one, always the one to greet his elders. But right now, he opted to forget his manners.

He opted to eavesdrop.

Your father sighed before putting the glass of whiskey on the table. “I am sure about this. I think it will be good for Y/N and I to move to America. I think it’s an offer I cannot refuse.”

Jin felt a stabbing pain in his heart. No. You would leave him. Your father would take you from him. He didn’t want you gone. He couldn’t have you gone. He would lose it if you weren’t around.

“When will you leave?” His mother asked gently. And Jin dreaded the answer.

“Next week.”

Not if Jin had anything to do with it. No one would take you from him.

“Oppa!”

He snapped out of his dark thoughts when he heard your angelic voice calling to him. You were running full speed to him, and before he knew it you were jumping in his arms. The blunt force of your body slamming to his brought him back to life, to his sanity that was slipping from his grasp.

“You’re here!” You grinned at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was silent. He probably hated your embrace. He probably found you annoying, still.

You were about to step back when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“Y/N! Let Jin go. He’s tired from driving all night,” your father nudged you gently, his smile comforting as he greeted Jin. But to Jin, your father lost all his charm the moment he decided to take you away from him.

The lake was frozen.

It was the perfect time to skate. You were giddy as you and your father skated in the early morning of the Christmas eve. It had always been the two of you since you could remember. Your mother died when you were barely walking. To you, your father was your whole world. Your laughters resounded over the whole cabin, and Jin’s parents’ were happy just listening to you. Jin’s mother was preparing hot chocolate, and his father was putting gifts under the tree.

It smelled like Christmas.

“Jin! My boy, come join us!” Your father called when he noticed from a distance Jin who was standing statue like near the lake. His black coat was in perfect contrast of the whiteness of the snow. His cheeks and lips were almost red from the cold temperature.

You thought he looked like a prince.

You waved at him before twirling around the ice. You landed perfectly on your feet. Your father beckoned you to him, and you were only too eager to skate to him when you heard a cracking sound.

You threaded on the thin ice.

And before you knew it, you were falling in the deep, cold water. The unforgiving temperature of the water swallowed your screams. It swallowed your resistance. You managed to get your head above water only to see you own father fell down, the very ground he was skating on cracked under his weight.

It was merely a second but you saw the horror that flashed in his eyes, the despair of his situation, and the anxiety that he would not get to you on time.

The second time you managed to get your head above the freezing water, you saw Jin running to you, shedding his black coat on the ground.

“My father! Save him!” You screamed, even as your voice shook.

But Jin still ran to you. Without any thought for his own safety, he dove down to the harsh water. He dove down like an angel you thought he was as you sank further down, only the light from the cracked lake shone through. He thought he wouldn’t get to you, but by his strong, sheer will, he managed to grab your wrist.

Pulling you up was harder. But Jin was a determined man.

He swam up with one hand, while the other was secured around your body. He managed to drag you up, noticing how blue your lips were. His parents were screaming as they ran to the lake.

“Stay there!” He shouted, knowing how unstable the ice were.

“M-my father. S-save h-him,” you pleaded your hero, gripping his sleeve with weak hand as he wrapped his coat around your shivering body. It was a though he didn’t hear you, only focused on your well-being.

He could save him.

He still had the energy, the adrenaline rush still strong in his veins.

He could technically save him.

But your father was going to take you away from him.

“Jin, p-please save him,” you whispered frantically, looking up to his dark eyes with your pleading ones.

And so, Jin stood up slower, ran slower, and dove a little slower to save your father. No one would technically call him on his bullshit. After all, his parents saw him dove after their friend. You saw him with his own eyes how he dragged your unconscious, pale father from the pits of the cold lake.

You saw him.

“She’s so young to be an orphan. What a tragedy,” you heard them say as you stood stoically on the side. You had not said a word since your father was pronounced dead. They said you were in shocked. They said you were still processing what happened. They said you would be better in time.

But how would they know that?

You were grateful for the Kim family for taking care of everything; from the funeral to the papers, to taking you in. Even Seokjin filed a leave from the university to stay with you.

And he did stay with you. Right now, he was standing beside you, accepting condolences in behalf of you. He was a rock, just a rock that you didn’t want right now. A rock that you somehow selfishly associated with your father’s death.

He stayed with you even when you didn’t want him to.

You had not even looked at him since that tragedy. You knew it was wrong, you knew it was unfair for you to blame him. But were you wrong to blame him when you felt him hesitate? Had he moved a second sooner, would your father still be here? Would he be lying on the hospital bed instead of his coffin?

It was a month later and you still hadn’t said a word despite you going to therapy. It was a month of silence and of you acting like he wasn’t there, like he wasn’t waiting for you to look at him.

“Dear,” his mother called you one night, sitting you down on their living room. “We were thinking…we want to adopt you.”

If you were shocked, Jin was even more surprised. He didn’t know about this. How could his parents decided to do this? To do this to him?!

Your widened eyes looked up from your hands to them. Did they really mean that? Did that mean you weren’t going to be alone anymore? Were you going to have a family again?

“But only if you want to. There’s no rush, dear. Either way,” Mrs. Kim said gently, clasping your hands in hers, tears brimming in her eyes as she took in the pitiful you. “Either way, you’re already a daughter to me.”

“Thank you.” That was the first thing you said in a month. You were so happy. You were so thankful. You were about to hug her when Jin slammed his hand on the table.

“No!”

“Jin! Watch your tone-“

“No, father. I don’t want to be her brother! I don’t want her to be my sister!” He shouted, his voice extremely loud. And for the first time in a month, you looked at his eyes with your hurt ones. He couldn’t even bring himself to regret this. You didn’t know this now, you probably didn’t realize this right now but he was fighting for the future of the two of you. Why would you say thank you to his mother?! Weren’t you the one who kept on bugging him to marry him? Did you now change your mind? No. No, he wouldn’t let you. He didn’t do all of those things for you to change your mind now.

“I’ll never treat you like a sister, Y/N.”

You were turning sixteen when he let you go.

It was already way past your curfew when you arrived at Kim’s home. You were silently walking in the darkened room, certain that no one would catch you creeping in when all of a sudden, light from a lampshade flooded the room.

And there he was, sitting with his legs crossed, his face void of any emotion as he watched you.

“Princess,” he called you in a slurred voice. It was his voice that finally made you looked at him, to look at the boy you used to adore. It was apparent that he was drunk. His cheeks were tinted with redness, and his eyes were somehow unfocused.

You blinked as you took him in. “You’re drunk.”

“And you hate me. And it’s killing me,” he replied back softly, tears were quickly filling his eyes. He could not go on like this. You were killing him. He could not live another day with you being so close yet so far. At that point, he would do anything to get back the young girl who used to adore and support him. Jin stood up, shadows following his form as he neared you.

Had you not let him touched you that night, he would not agree with you leaving him.

But you did not step back when he caressed your face. You did not step back when he hugged you, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“How can I make you love me again?”

“Let me go to America,” you replied calmly. You did want to go abroad, to leave all this mess behind. Had you father not died horribly, the two of you would have lived there by now. But Jin was preventing you from leaving with all his might. The influence he had in his parents was powerful, something that you did not consider. In your young mind, you knew leaving was the best course of action for you. South Korea was killing you. Living with him was killing you. Remembering that he saved you instead of your father despite your endless begging was killing you.

And you hating him because of that was killing him.

Jin towered over you as he leaned back to look at you, his eyes tired and sad. “And if I let you leave me, will you love me again?”

Your heart was beating fast. At that point, you would say anything to get away from him and the memories he represented.

“If I let you leave, my princess,” he whispered as he looked down at your lips. “If I let you leave me, do you promise to marry me when you get back?”

“Yes. I promise, Jin.”

It was your lie that cemented your future.

You were now twenty-five. Years passed by so fast. It was true was they said, time could heal wounds. The promise you made before was long gone from your mind. Your then young mind rationalized that Jin only acted that way because of guilt, that he only asked you to love him again because he was so used to you loving him that once you stopped, you shifted the orbit of his world. You hadn’t personally heard from him in almost nine years. As soon as you turned eighteen and no longer needed the Kim family as guardians, you cut off all communications from him. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from Mrs. Kim. She was the mother you never had. But every time you called, Jin would even be more desperate for you. Even his mother was worried for her son, claiming that ever since you stopped communicating with the young man, he started becoming closed off. Every time you called his mother, Jin would snatch the phone away from her, yearning to just hear your voice so badly.

Seokjin was miserable. But his misery was not without anger. He resented the fact that he let you go, that he believed you when you said you would come back to him…that you would marry him.

He regretted letting you leave him. He swore that once he got you back, he would tie you to him so fast you wouldn’t be able to leave him again.

It had been almost a decade.

You weren’t living under the rock, no. To him, it was as though you disappeared from the face of the earth. It was difficult to find you in a foreign country even with his wealth and power. He didn’t know how you were right now. He didn’t know what you look like. He missed the years he could have spent with you. He missed you.

To you though, you could not escape him. His face was everywhere you looked, his life out there for everyone to see. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he made something more out of himself. After all, ever since you were younger you thought he was larger than life. You were scared to see him in person, though.

You thought seeing him would bring back the pain you so desperately wanted to forget. Your therapist encouraged you to face your fears slowly, saying that you could see him without him seeing you.

You saw him once during their concert in America. Seokjin looked like a prince when you were a child. But now, he was like a king. His persona screamed elegance. He looked happier too as he danced and sang with his bandmates. It was apparent that life had been kind to him. You thought you could finish the whole concert without panicking, but Jin looked a little too long at your direction. And that was when you ran away.

“Do I really have to?” You asked you boss sheepishly, borderline on begging him not to send you back to that place.

He looked at you with an exasperated face, “Do you want to keep your job or not?”

“Right now…” you trailed off, your utter aversion of going back to South Korea was somehow outweighing your desire to eat and afford a roof on your head. “I’m not sure I want to.”

You sighed as you stepped out of the airport. Your company prepared ahead of time, arranging hotel for the whole month you would be staying in this country. You crafted a well-planned schedule which would take you around the pertinent parts of South Korea. You promised yourselves that you would be smart with your time so you could leave as soon as possible with the finished project your company sent you for.

You were expecting a calm and quiet first day.

You really were.

You were praying for that, in fact.

“I apologize, but our system cannot find your name.”

You flashed the hotel receptionist a tight smile, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm yourself. “Can you try one last time?”

She nodded reluctantly, but the result was the same. No room was booked under your name. You thanked her for her time before you attempted to call your boss to no avail. You knew it was probably due to timezone difference, but you couldn’t help but curse him in your head. You would so demand a raise once you get back. You tried booking at another hotel but weirdly enough, all of the rooms were already booked. You even tried booking for an airbnb but the ending was the same.

It was eventually seven in the evening when you swallowed your pride and called her. Mrs. Kim was elated that you were finally back, her motherly warmth could be felt despite her being out of the country at the moment for their anniversary. She did instruct you to go to a house that was an hour away from Seoul. She gave you the passcode and said she would see you as soon as she arrived back to South Korea. By the time you arrived at the white, modern house, it was already almost midnight. The jet lag and the timezone difference were starting to get to you that you decided to shower then sleep rather than touring the house. You would do that tomorrow.

But tomorrow was different.

For the first time in years, you slept so deeply. You had never felt rested since the day of the accident. But today, you felt so serene, so rested. It must have been the wondrous bed that lured you to sleep, or it must have been the extreme weariness from your travel. And probably, it must have been the warmth beside you, your cheek resting on a beating heart.

Wait.

What?

You opened your eyes in sudden alertness, all traces of sleep now gone from your body. The first thing you saw was a plain, white shirt and a pair of black shorts of whomever you were sleeping on top of. The shirt stretched out over a muscular chest and your mind was hopelessly telling you that he smelled familiar…

Slowly, as to not alert whoever this strange man was, you pushed your body away from the man you unknowingly made your bed. You felt his hand resting on the small of your back fell on the bed. With wide eyes and shallow breaths, you looked up at the face of the man you never thought you’d see again- only to find him already looking at you with hooded eyes.

Seokjin gazed at you with warmth, his plump lips lifting on the sides.

“Miss me, princess?”

Hiraeth II

Hiraeth II

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: you know what, Kim Seokjin just hits different to me. I miss him and I’m taking u all down with me in my I-miss-u-jin-era.

Hiraeth I

After you got over your initial shock in which you thoughtlessly swung your fist to his handsome face, you found yourself sheepishly walking to the kitchen where you could hear him moving. He looked up as soon as you entered the room, one side of his bruised lips tilted up. He watched you moved with a secretive smile on his face that you so badly wanted to erase. Jin looked like he was thoroughly enjoying this. You couldn’t help but notice how much he changed. He matured, no longer the young man who had soft cheeks and undefined body. Instead, your eyes roamed over his sharp features and his muscular back that couldn’t be hidden by his shirt. In front of you was a man who was confident. And you didn’t know how to handle him.

You didn’t know how to handle him when in the first place, you thought you would never see him again, not after you ran from him. Not after he begged you to come back.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked after enough time had passed and he was still looking at you as though he was waiting for you to crack. And you did. You could’t take his heavy eyes, couldn’t take the silence as he watched you.

Was he this insufferable when you were younger?

Were you just too blind to see him for how he really was?

Additionally…was he this beautiful when you were younger? Or was time just unfairly favorable to him?

He gestured to the noodles he was stirring. “I’m cooking us breakfast, princess.”

His old name for you hindered you from reacting quickly. You blinked owlishly, memories of him calling you that playing in flashback.

“Yes….but why here?”

He turned off the stove leisurely as if his answer wouldn’t rattle your whole world before leaning his body on the counter, his eyes focused on yours. “Where else would I be? I live here.”

“What? B-but, your mother- she didn’t tell me…”

He shrugged, busying himself with plating the food and bringing it to the simple yet elegant dining table. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked in a nonchalant voice, his movements precise and calm.

When you didn’t answer, he tilted his head to the side, his hand inside his pocket as he stalked slowly to where you were standing near the door. If he noticed how you seemed to be one push away from running, he didn’t comment. Instead, there he was, his tall form towering over you. “Do I make you nervous, princess?”

“J-Jin-“

“Tsk,” he shook his head, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused on yours. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, giving him that regal look you always thought he possessed. “What happened to ‘Oppa’?” He asked in what one would thought of as a sincere question, but the mocking glint in his eyes could not fool you.

“I-I don’t-“

“Hmm? You don’t what?” He whispered sweetly, his fingers stroking your hair. He was transfixed with the way time changed you. Yet, he hated how he wasn’t there to experience growing up with you because you took yourself away from his grasp. But no more. He took a deep breath to calm the demons in him, before flashing you his usual, carefree smile.

“Do I still affect you, princess?”

“N-no!”

Jin regarded you for a moment too long, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief and danger. “Perfect,” he beamed at you before pulling your wrist to the dining table. “There’s no reason for you not to stay here, then. Come on, let’s eat.”

Despite him acting as though no years passed between the two of you, you simply couldn’t. You could feel the weight of seeing him in person sitting heavily on your shoulders, could hear the unspoken words no one had the strength and courage to say, could feel the guilt and anguish in your heart.

“So,” you began, your eyes focused on the chopsticks in your hand. “H-how have you been, Seokjin?”

He scoffed, his dark eyes boring on yours. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“It’s just that…it’s been so long.”

“And whose fault is that,” he stated tonelessly, his large hand closing to a fist before calming himself down. He needed to remind himself that he had you now, that he wasn’t going to lose you this time.

He had to remind himself that he needed to forgive you if he wanted a clean start with you.

“Never mind,” you sighed, clearly discouraged with his response. What did you expect? You practically ghosted him the moment your turned eighteen, turning your back on your closest childhood friend, to your remaining family just because you were in pain.

Perhaps, you should acknowledge that you hurt him in the process of healing yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to fix the ruined relationship between the two of you, didn’t know if you could redeem yourself. You had so much buried feelings that you didn’t know if this was worth it.

You quietly ate your food, already internally planning your living situation. You would sort out your living situation today. You could not live with Jin, not when he made you feel things you thought you had long killed. You could not-

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you. Your astonished and lost expression softened his resolve, it melted his anger.

Only you could silence the dark thoughts in his head. Ironically, you were the reason why the demons in his mind were born.

“I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying your best to heal the way you know how. It’s okay,” Jin stated, his eyes trained on you, willing you to see his sincerity. Except that it wasn’t okay you left. Yet, he knew it was the best for you despite it destroying him so monumental it took him years to feel normal.

Should you leave him again, he knew the carefully reconstructed sanity of his will tumble down.

“I’m just sorry you had to do it all alone,” he whispered sadly.

Aside from your therapist, you had never spoken about this with anyone. To you, it was something so tragic that saying it would make you relive the pain, loneliness and desperation it caused you. This was the first time in almost a decade that someone acknowledged your pain, you strength, and the sacrifices made along the way.

“But princess,” he continued, his hand reaching across the table to clasp yours. And once he did, he felt peace the moment he was able to touch you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.”

It was an hour later when you emerge to the living room where Jin was drying his hair. His movements slowed down when he saw you after you ran once again from him. After he said that you didn’t have to be alone, you walked to the bedroom without a word. You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, and the only way you knew how was to run.

And so ran, you did.

He raised his dark eyebrows at you when you didn’t say anything. “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, looking anywhere but him. Was he always this handsome even when had just showered? Was this fair? You looked like a drenched cat when you finished showering, and yet he looked like he was shooting a commercial.

“D-do you know where the nearest bus stop is?”

He nodded, “It’s more than an hour away.”

“What about taxi?”

He blinked innocently, “This is an exclusive neighborhood, princess. Taxis are not allowed here,” he shared in a thoughtful manner.

You swore under your breath. You had grown up in Korea, but you lived your whole adult life in abroad that you were no longer confident with yourself here. You were so certain that you would get lost.

He watched you with a smirk in his face, “You can borrow one of my cars,” he offered with an innocent look on his face.

“I don’t know how to drive.”

He knew that.

“In that case,” he sighed as he stood up, stretching his hands upwards. You didn’t even have it in you to not look at his toned abs, didn’t have it in you to look away from his leaned, yet muscular arms. Jin smiled innocently at you when he noticed your wandering eyes.

“In that case, I need to drive you,” Jin shook his head slowly as though he was burdened by this when the truth was that this was his plan all along.

Jin sat patiently at the hotel lobby, his legs spread out. He was smiling indulgently as you walked near him with a defeated expression in your face. Jin was wearing a black cap to hide his identity, and besides that, an inconspicuous bodyguard was trailing after the two of you at Jin’s command. He wouldn’t risk his princess, after all.

He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, your expression confused and tired as you informed him that there was no available room. This was the seventh hotel you went to, and so far your plan hadn’t been successful.

“So?”

You shook your head, clearly apparent that you wouldn’t move out today. You were stuck. And you loathed depending on anyone, more so you hated depending on him again just like when you were younger. Just like when he would always take care of you, regardless if he was reluctant or not. You became overly independent when you moved away from everyone. It was a thing that your therapist was still trying to resolve. However, you just couldn’t let yourself depend on anyone on anything ever gain for the fear that one day, they might leave you alone too.

“I’ll just stay in a motel-“

Jin stood up, his proximity effectively cutting you off. He tilted your chin up, his eyes serious. “I’m not making you leave, princess. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he offered with a sincere smile in his face when all he wanted to say was that your place was beside him, and it should have been the case since the beginning if only he didn’t lose control. He could see the battle in your eyes, the weariness and the stubbornness to not to give in to him was apparent. You needed a nudge.

You entered the quaint restaurant, your eyes roaming around the area as you waited for Jin. He dropped you off in front before parking his car. The restaurant had a homey vibes to it. Sunlight was freely flowing to the room, and the windows were open which allowed the customers to feel the pleasant breeze. You could see customers enjoying their food and talking animatedly with the other- more so the one group on your right who had their heads bowed down, too engrossed with their food while talking and laughing among themselves. You felt a hand on the small of your back. You looked behind you to see Seokjin smiling at you with his cap still on. He was guiding you in when you heard the sound of utensils falling on the floor. You looked to your right where the group of men were eating and realization dawned upon you.

Jungkook’s eyes were the first ones you met. His doe eyes were even bigger from shock, his mouth agape with his chopstick suspended in the air. Beside him was Taehyung who looked at you and Jin with knowing eyes before smiling that rectangular smile of his. Jimin and Hoseok both looked at you in surprised.

“H-hyung?” Jungkook called Jin with confusion in his face as he looked down at Jin’s hand on you. He had never seen his hyung touched someone from another gender willingly. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t care much about anyone outside the members and his own family. Seeing him looking at you with too much emotion in his otherwise emotionless eyes made all of them curious about who you were.

Jin sighed before looking at his members. “You’re all here. Again.”

“We were starving…” the man you recognized as the leader explained sheepishly. He turned to look at you before smiling, “Hi. I’m Namjoon. And you are?”

—

You found yourself sat beside Seokjin who was busy putting food on your plate. If he noticed his members looking at him as though an imposter took his place, he didn’t comment. It was as if the six men looking at the two of you with mixture of bewilderment from Jungkook and Jimin, curiosity from Namjoon and Hoseok, amusement from Taehyung and strangely, indifference from Yoongi, didn’t bother him.

But it bothered you.

You broke eye contact with Taehyung who was sitting beside you with his chin resting on his hand as he examined you with twinkle in his eyes to look at the other man beside you.

“Are you sure it’s fine for me to sit with you? What if someone sees?” You leaned to whisper at Jin.

He merely shrugged. It didn’t matter. In fact, he wanted the world to know you were his. “Eat, princess.”

“I can’t,” you whispered once again, hyperaware of the six pair of eyes on you and him.

“Why?”

“Why are they looking at me?”

Seokjin craned his neck up, frustration evident on his face before looking at his younger members with a terrifying glare. “Why are you always here?”

“We were hungry-“

“And you ate. Now leave.”

“Is that how you treat your customers, hyung?” Jimin teased with a pout before looking at you innocently.

Wait, this was his?

“You’re not my customers because you all rarely pay!”

Chaos ensued as the men bickered and teased each other. You could see the familiarity and the love between them that came with years and years of companionship. You were unknowingly smiling before eating your late lunch. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you actually ate. They were all still arguing, albeit without any claws to their words, when you felt a finger poking your arm.

“I’m Taehyung,” he introduced himself before offering you his hand. You shook his hand warily. “I’m Y/N.”

“So, Y/N, how did you know my hyung?” He asked, uncaring of the bickering of the men in front of him. He was more interested with who you were. His hyung never did once look at any woman, never once did he touch them. In fact, he was irritated whenever some woman would sauntered to him and flirted. Behind his hyung’s pleasant personality and contagious laugh lied his cold persona reserved for people who didn’t matter to him.

Which was exactly why you were a puzzle to the group. For the first time since they met him, they saw their hyung smiled so genuinely at a woman. For the first time, they saw the darkness that somehow terrified them in Jin’s eyes vanished.

“Oh uhm. We’re childhood friends. His parents and my dad were the best of friends.”

Were?

Yoongi, who hadn’t said a thing yet, tilted his head when he heard you. He looked at you with indifferent eyes before slyly shifting his bored gaze to his only hyung who visibly stiffened from your words.

Interesting.

You watched him as he took his pillow and RJ in his arms. Seokjin really looked comfy and yet, so beautiful despite wearing only his pajamas. “You know I can take the sofa. I don’t mind. I really don’t want to be an imposition on-“

“Nonsense, princess. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re my guest after all,” he turned to look at you before smiling. He walked towards the bed where you were sitting. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, my princess,” he whispered, and before you could even react, he was out of the room.

You opened your eyes, and you were back to that nightmare. You saw your father walking away from you to that damned lake. You felt your heart skipped a beat, your legs moving faster and faster to stop him.

You knew what would happened.

You had seen this before.

You had lived this before.

“Dad! Please. Stop!” You shouted on top of your lungs, but it was as though he didn’t hear you. He kept on walking and walking, until he was in the middle of the frozen lake. He paused his movement to look at you. He never aged. His looks frozen in time.

“Run, my daughter,” he said with a serious note in his voice. This was different. He never said this in all your nightmares. “Run far. And don’t come back.”

“What? Dad, please! Just come here!” You shouted, and now you felt tears falling freely on your face. You knew what would happened.

You knew his destiny.

And you could never do anything about it but to see him fall to the icy water.

“Y/N! Wake up.”

“Princess, please. Wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

“Wake up.”

And then you woke up. Your breath were ragged as though you were running for your life. You could feel his fingers wiping away your tears. You were full-on sobbing in front of him. And before you knew it, his arms were around you as he maneuvered your body to rest on top of his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt, wanting anything to ground you. Your heart was beating faster despite escaping the nightmare, and for the life of you, you didn’t know why you still felt unsafe.

Soothingly, he was running his hand on your back. Seokjin was patient as he waited for you to calm down. You felt his lips on top of your head. You heard him whisper how you were safe with him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again.

And that night, he didn’t let you go.

—

“My baby looks so handsome!” His mother cooed at the four-year old Seokjin. She fixed his hair gently before holding his tiny hand in hers. She followed her husband inside their closest friend’s home. His wife had just given birth a month ago and this was the first time they would see the little bundle of joy. She was so ecstatic when she learned that the baby was a girl, much to her son’s disgust.

‘Girls are yucky, mommy!’

“Do you wanna see her?”

Did he? He looked thoughtful for a moment, his adorable pout ever so present in his lips. Perhaps, he should see what the fuss was about. He was almost certain- no, he was 100% sure that he was more endearing than that little elf who did nothing but cried.

But fine, he supposed he should look at her one time, then never again.

With a reluctant nod, his mother patted the seat beside her. Once he was fully sat down, his mother lowered the baby to his level which allowed him to peak at the crying Y/N.

Seokjin’s eyes widened at how could someone as little as you cried so loud?

Additionally, how could someone as little as you looked so…wonderful?

As though he was in a trance, Jin moved his face closer to you. His little hand was on its way to caress your hair when he heard his mother gently warn him to be careful. And so, he did. His little hand touched the sparse hair on your small head. He caressed it once, twice, and to the adults’ surprised, you stopped wailing your heart out as thought you were finally at peace.

“She likes you,” your father observed, his eyebags made it apparent that you weren’t letting your parents sleep.

“I think we should keep him with her so she would stop crying, right Jinnie?” He teased the little child.

Jin, on other hand, didn’t say anything. His focus was solely on you. Little Seokjin deemed it okay to stay with you.

It was a sweet moment, really it was. Until Jin dove down to peck your lips, and then chaos ensued.

Hiraeth III

Hiraeth III

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: 4kish words. I hope you enjoy, my love :)

Hiraeth II

“I love you.”

Your brows furrowed as the deep slumber of drowsiness slowly eased off from you. You could feel the heat beside you, could hear the soft, baritone voice near your ear. You didn’t want to leave that feeling, in between the consciousness and ignorance, where you could be just you. Where you could just exist. Where you could freely forget.

“I love you.”

Slowly and with great reluctance, you opened your eyes. You didn’t know what to expect, or why you were disappointed and perhaps, a little relieved to see the space beside you empty.

He must have left.

You groaned when you remembered how hard you cried last night. You were never able to remember your nightmares. You only remembered the feelings it gave you- the helplessness, despair, longing, terror, and loneliness. But for the first time, you weren’t alone.

Seokjin was there.

And you didn’t know what to make of that.

You spent years forgetting him. You spent years without his overbearing influence in your life. And now he was back like an unstoppable force, leaving you confused and defenseless against him. You didn’t like it.

You sighed before deciding to finally do what you were sent here to do. You grabbed your phone and called your boss.

“You abandoned me,” you accused strongly once you heard his overtly cheerful voice. You sat up angrily and walked out of the room. It seemed that the owner himself wasn’t home with how silent the house was. Finally, you were alone. You felt like you hadn’t been alone since you returned and now that you were, you could gather your thoughts that were scattered because of him.

“Whatever do you mean, my favorite employee?”

“You told me everything was taken care of! How come no hotel was reserved for me?” You shot back, walking further to the kitchen uncaring of how you looked… or how little you were wearing. If it weren’t for his short sightedness, you wouldn’t be in this position. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be confused by Seokjin. So yes, you were blaming your boss.

“What are you talking about? I really did book you! I wouldn’t leave my favorite employee homeless countries away from home!”

You rolled you eyes at his dramatics as you opened the refrigerator. You grabbed a bottle of water before gently closing the door. “Here I still have the confirmation email. I’m forwarding it to you now.”

You frowned as you read the email. He wasn’t lying. Was it the hotel management’s fault? Was it merely an oversight?

“Honey, unless someone cancelled your reservation, I don’t think your name should be missing from their list-“

Your steps halted when you met Jin’s cold eyes. You could still hear your boss talking over the phone, yet all your focus was on the man standing a few feet away from you. You didn’t know why you felt like hiding your phone, but the way he looked at you made it seemed like you should. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you did something wrong.

You were right. He went out. He still had his coat on. In his hand were bags of groceries.

His dark eyes were focused on your phone.

“J-Jin,” you called him with a startled voice. And slowly, he dragged his eyes to yours. It was as though he was really seeing you for the first time, as though he was only returning to himself now. He blinked twice before losing the coldness in his demeanor.

It was like his brain short-circuited. He blinked slowly, his eyes raking to your exposed skin. Your exposed thighs were taunting him, making him lose his ever so-loving mind. His eyes strayed on your thin straps. The way your top fitted against your form made him feral. This didn’t bother him last night as his focus was solely on making sure you woke up from your horrible nightmare. All he cared about last night was your well-being.

But heavens, now he was hyperaware of you.

Now, it was a fair game.

Slowly, he dropped his groceries on the kitchen counter before sauntering to you. You eyes widened when you saw how serious he looked. Gone was the Jin that seemed cheerful whenever he was with his brothers.

Gone was the Jin that held you last night, and in his place was someone whose sole focus was to get you. You shivered when he reached you, his form so large and tall that you had to crane your neck just to look at him in obvious confusion.

Yet, all he did was to meet your eyes with his strong and dark ones. His slender fingers plucked your phone away from your ear and dropping the call before pocketing it.

“Jin, what are you doing?” You whispered, afraid that any sound you made would somehow trigger him further.

He leaned down to look at you, his dark hair perfectly framing his face. His large hand went to cup your cheek, caressing the smooth skin down to your neck. His eyes followed his movement, so transfixed with the way he was able to touch you now. Your skin was better than he ever imagined for years. Yet at the back of his mind, he was afraid that all of this would be gone in an instant.

He was terrified that you were just a dream. And that thought made him slid his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hold was strong, leaving you with no illusion that you could move away from his axis- not unless he willingly let you go. He thought that you and him had enough of space. In fact, you had years of space from him and he was through with it.

“Princess, what are you doing to me?” He whispered with his deep voice so closely to your ear, his hot breaths making you shivered from his proximity.

“I-I’m not doing anything-“

He smirked at you, “You are, princess.” Unbeknownst to you, you were both healing and destroying him at the same time. Seokjin didn’t know how this would end, but by heavens he was willing to see this through.

Princess, you could destroy him and he would willingly let you.

You watched him as he bit his plump lower lip as though in anticipation of touching yours. This was not the first time he kissed you- no. The memory of your first kiss with him when you were merely twelve and he was sixteen still lived in your mind. You had always thought that that memory was full of innocence and wander.

You gulped as Jin grasped your chin in his and gently tilted it. He was so close, his lips just a breath away from you. His other hand left your waist to run his fingers on your nape. And you swore you could feel his fingers shake as he touched you.

“You’re my peace, princess,” he whispered, looking intently at you with his dark eyes, willing you to understand that this was the only time he felt peace since you left.

Wishing that you understood that he could no longer return to the dark world you left him with, that this time they would have to pry his cold, dead fingers off of you, that he would die first before you could even separate from him.

You gulped from how serious he looked. And fuck, this was the last thing you needed. It hadn’t been a week since you came back and yet, it seemed as though he was bulldozing his way into your life. You couldn’t think with him around.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Jin, I-I-“

“Hyung!”

You jumped from the series of the sound of doorbell and the corresponding shouting of someone. And Jin must have been out of it because you were able to push him away from you with ease, his hands falling weakly on his sides. He was looking at you with unhidden want.

“I’ll get the door!” You announced too loudly before running to the door. You could feel your heart beating way faster than it should.

What the fuck was that?

Why did you freeze?

Your cheeks felt warm as you ran to the door. Fuck, you should finished your work here immediately. You feared that any second you stayed in his world would be detrimental to you. You opened your door just as the Jungkook was about to knock again when he met your eyes. You thought that his doe eyes couldn’t get any bigger, but they did when they looked at you. His mouth was agape as he took you in and you saw his cheeks and ears reddened considerably. “N-Noona-“

“Jungkook-“

You felt someone grabbed you from behind. Jin maneuvered you to his broad back, shielding you from Jungkook who couldn’t even look at you, his eyes shifting from anywhere but you, and to Yoongi.

“Oh no,” Yoongi said in a deadpanned voice, yet his eyes twinkled with interest and mischief. “Is this a bad time, hyung?”

It was a tense moment for Seokjin and an amusing one for Yoongi. They were having a staring contest in the living room sat in front of each other while Jungkook distracted himself with the in the kitchen, mumbling under his breathe how his hyung never bought him this kind of food despite begging him for years.

“What?” Seokjin finally broke the silence which made Yoongi flashed him his gummy smile. He made his only hyung cracked and it delighted him to no end.

He crossed his legs, getting more comfortable in the sofa. “She’s living here,” he noted in observation before shifting his eyes around the house. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but his hyung seemed to be more…at peace lately. It was as though he finally had what he was looking for. His laughters were more genuine, his eyes calmer, and the darkness that always seemed to be hidden from anyone dissipated.

“Yes.”

Yoongi nodded before spying your form emerging from the bedroom. You were now dressed and ready to start with your work, he presumed with the way you were carrying a notebook and your tablet. “And when is she leaving?”

Jin chuckled humorlessly before looking at Yoongi. And the look he gave Yoongi was unsettling. It was as though all emotions were sucked out from him, and all that was left was dark determination. “She’s never leaving me again, Yoongi,” he answered softly.

“Who’s never leaving?” You asked as soon as you were within earshot, your face clueless as you put on your coat.

Perhaps, what was more unsettling was how quickly Seokjin was able to change his facial expression. Gone was the man that disquieted Yoongi and in his place was the old Seokjin. He was smiling warmly as he turned to look at you. And Yoongi just knew- you were stuck. You didn’t stand a chance against this Jin.

“Jungkook, princess. He won’t leave our food alone,” he replied without missing a beat. How he was able to shift that quick, Yoongi would never know. “At this rate, we won’t have any food left for this week.”

“Oh,” you blinked owlishly before turning to look at the golden maknae. Sure enough, he was wolfing down on the groceries Seokjin recently bought. You rubbed your neck before turning to him, “Do you want me to take him out of your hands?”

“You really don’t mind?” You asked Jungkook for the third time. You eyed him as he drove expertly, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on his side door. He smiled at you, “Not at all, noona! I know all the best places here in Seoul. All I ask is that you feed me.”

You smiled at the golden maknae. Yoongi, on the other hand, took one look at his only hyung before declaring that he was going to stay and do some work with Jin. The look Jin gave you as you left the house was one that you couldn’t decipher. And his parting words were one with too much meaning.

Jungkook was merrily skipping out of the house and you were following closely behind when Jin tugged your wrist.

“We’ll talk later, princess,” he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was more than a reminder. To you, it seemed like a promise of something. “And you,” he looked over your head to Jungkook who turned to look at the two of you thoughtfully. “Don’t let her leave your sight.”

Something akin to seriousness passed by Jungkook’s face before flashing his hyung his signature smile. “I won’t, hyung.”

You were diligently typing in your tablet as you tasted the dishes Jungkook happily ordered. Speaking of the man, he was happily munching on the food. He really did know the best places to eat in Seoul.

“Can we switch jobs, noona?”

You chuckled before giving him your full attention, “Jungkook, I don’t think I can replace you in the group. For one, I don’t know how to dance.”

He seemed to consider that for a moment before pouting at you. “But your job is so interesting! How did you get into this industry?”

As soon as he learned that one of your responsibilities was to research culture and food, he suddenly perked up. You were responsible on searching for restaurants that would make it big to America. It just so happened that what was standing between you and your well-deserved promotion was this assignment.

“I guess…it stemmed from my childhood.”

“You grew up in Korea, right? Where?”

“Gwacheon.”

He blinked slowly, “That’s Jin hyung’s hometown.”

“Yes,” you chuckled at his confused expression before putting more food in his plate. “We were childhood friends.”

Jungkook picked up his phone excitedly before putting in his ear. “Hyung, they’re childhood friends!”

The fourth place you visited was, in your opinion, the best. The restaurant just had the vibe to it that was hard to replicated. The color scheme, the decorations, and the servers were all very intentional.

Additionally, it wasn’t as pricey as you initially thought.

“Oh my God,” you said in appreciation as you tasted their dishes. “I have to talk to the owner.”

Jungkook chuckled, watching you eat with much gusto. “You’re talking to one of them now.”

“What?”

“We own the place. All seven of us,” a voice behind you announce. Before you could even turn around, he was already sitting beside you. “So, you were childhood friends with our hyung? Tell us what he was like!”

Taehyung was flashing you his boxy smile as he put all his attention on you. “What made him the way he was now?”

What made him merely exist as though he was just going though motions until they saw you with him, Taehyung thought.

“Here’s your coffee,” a polite voice suddenly announced beside you. And when you turned to thank him, you came face to face with the last maknae, Jimin, who was smiling at you.

“You’re all here,” you noted before turning to look accusingly at Jungkook who had the heart to smile sheepishly at you. For someone who had such a muscular body, he did sure look like an image of innocence. “You called them.”

“Yes,” he answered while looking down at his food guiltily.

“After I fed you.”

“I’m sorry?” He apologized unsurely.

Jimin sat beside the pouting maknae, flashing you his signature smile that made it seemed like he knew more than he let on. “Come on, Y/N. Forgive our Kookie. We were just curious about…well. You.”

“W-why?”

“Well…honey, you came out of nowhere. And suddenly, our hyung is…different. In a good kind of way,” Taehyung explained slowly, his dark eyes shining with curiosity.

You didn’t know what they meant. How was you being back in Korea made him different?

You regarded the three equally attractive men in front of you who were all waiting with bated breath on your decision. You smiled at them, specifically to Jungkook who seemed to have a soft spot for you. “I’ll forgive you..if you’ll pay for this meal.”

He suddenly quipped up to that, his grin so wide as he nodded his head eagerly. “I will pay for this meal and I will even vote yes to your proposal.”

Your eyebrow raised at that. What he was saying was even better. You turned to look at Jimin and Taehyung, waiting for them.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Fine. We’ll vote yes, too.”

“But you have to convince Jin more. He has the biggest share, after all.”

It turned out that the seven men all had businesses in different industries. Food chain for Seokjin, Fitness industry for Jungkook, Fashion for Taehyung, Arts for Namjoon, Music for Yoongi, Dance studios for Hobi and Jimin. Apparently, they all owned them secretly and the member who had most interest in the industry would have the most share. You thought it was a genius move for them.

Was your promotion more important to you than keeping your life before with Seokjin a secret from his brothers? The answer was yes. Your promotion was important because promotion meant more money and it would cement your life in America more.

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

The three men was listening to you eagerly, loving the crumbs of their hyung’s childhood life. “No way! Jin really did that? He’s so cool!” Jimin said in amazement when he heard how Jin used to fight your bullies for you.

“I guess, he just love taking care of people. He has this instinct to take people under his wings. More so those who are younger than him,” you said before shrugging your shoulders.

“You two were so close,” Taehyung noted before his brows furrowed.

You nodded in agreement. “I guess we were pretty close.”

“So why then did we not know about you?” Taehyung asked in his usual straightforward manner. He had his body turned to you, his elbow that was on the table was supporting on his head.

“Tae! That’s not a polite thing to ask!” Jimin reprimanded his age-mate from across the table, smiling apologetically at you.

You blinked slowly before looking down at your drink. So he never did once talk about you, huh, you thought. That was fine. Why would he want to talk about you when you dodge all his calls and messages, when you returned all the gifts he sent to you, when you never touched all the money he kept on sending you over the years in your bank account.

Why would he want to talk about you when you ghosted him?

“It’s fine. We..I-“ you paused, never knowing how to approach this subject. How could you tell them that you left him? That you just…stopped existing in his life?

How would one even talk about that?

“I had to move away when I was sixteen. I think that was around the time he also became a trainee? Didn’t he move to your dorm back then?”

Jungkook nodded before looking at you with his doe eyes. “Right, noona. But he didn’t move to the dorm right away. He still lived with his parents. His parents, specifically his mother, worried about him a lot.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion. Why would his mother worry about him when she trusted Jin’s decision too much? If you remembered correctly, the Kim family valued independence.

So…what happened?

“Yes, I remember. He had to go home everyday after training,” Jimin added in a thoughtful manner.

“Really?”

He nodded his head, “I think our Jin hyung was sick that time. But after a year, he moved to our dorm. He got better, I guess.”

Taehyung watched you carefully, his mind taking note of your expression. There was something more to it, he thought. And he was just too curious for his own good.

“Shit. He looked angry,” Jimin stated as Taehyung drove the car slowly to Jin’s driveway. The mentioned man was standing outside in the dark with his hands in his pocket and his jaw in a tight clench. He was watching the car move so impossibly slow as though the maknaes wanted to prolong meeting his wrath.

Sitting in front was Jimin as Taehyung drove the car. Jungkook was in a food coma that he dozed off as soon as the four of you entered the car, while you were still awake and taking notes of all the restaurants you visited.

Yet, as soon as you entered Jin’s premises, you were all too hyperaware of what transpired between the two of you…and your almost kiss.

You took one look at Jin’s face before wincing. “Yes. That’s his angry face.”

But no matter how slow Taehyung drove, he couldn’t avoid arriving at where Jin was standing.

“It’s late,” Jin said in a hard voice, his eyes focused on his members in apparent disapproval.

Jimin flashed him his angelic smile before opening your door. “But we brought her back in one piece?” He said sheepishly as though it would make up for the time he didn’t have you in his sight.

As though it would make up for the uneasiness he had been feeling in his heart ever since you walked out the door. And he didn’t hide it well that Yoongi didn’t leave him alone. He told him that you were coming back when he noticed how uneasy his hyung was becoming when it was late at night and you still weren’t where you were supposed to be.

He didn’t believe him because you once said you were coming back. And you didn’t.

What if you didn’t come back now?

What if you left again?

What if you managed to escape from Jungkook?

What if he couldn’t find you again?

Seokjin was apparently close to having a breakdown that Yoongi forego all his schedule for that day. In fact, the sleepy man walked out of the door, clapping his hand on Jin’s broad shoulder once before going in the car.

Seokjin gently took you from Jimin, his hand splayed on the small of your back as he lead you inside his house. His silence was agonizing that you looked behind you to see him already looking at you. He looked…a little bit pale for your liking and his hand behind your back was shaking a little.

“It’s not their fault. We just visited a lot of places,” you said in a small voice. Jin opened the door and let you inside.

“It’s fine. You’re home now,” he replied in a strong voice. And before you could walked any farther from him, he tugged your wrist and pinned you gently against the wall. And then he was kissing you.

“Oppaaaaaa!” You called him as he retreated away from you.

All night, the sixteen year-old Seokjin was ignoring you. And you hated it. Wasn’t this supposed to be your twelfth birthday party? Why then was he being a party pooper? He was in a harsh mood ever since he walked in to your friends talking. And now that it was just you and his family, he still didn’t look at you.

You were now straight on running as you saw him nearing your gates when he suddenly stopped, making you crash against his back.

“What?” He asked in a cold voice. The darkness of the night was illuminated merely by a few scattered garden lights your father was fond of. The darkness accentuated his sour mood as he looked down at you, his lips in a pout.

“Why are you so mad?”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, princess. Maybe ask James.”

Shit, he heard you gossiping to your friends. James was your new classmate. It was a year before Jin had you moved to an all-girls school. Strangely, and to be honest, quite exhilarating to a twelve-year old girl, you found out that James had a crush on you. To the young you, being someone’s crush was exciting.

You blushing under his watchful eyes manages to make him even more irritated. “So you do like him!” He said accusingly.

“N-No?”

“Unbelievable,” Jin muttered under his breath. He thought you only had eyes for him. How come another man was stealing your attention from him? “I’m going to tell your father about this!”

“JIN!” You called him in panic when he started walking back to the house with his large strides. You weren’t going to catch up to him, you thought. “Oppa!” You called for him again, running with full force and when he still didn’t stop, you screamed at him.

And that got his attention. He turned to look at you just when you foolishly decided to jump on him. You thought you would hit the ground, but he was quicker. He managed to maneuver his body so you would land on him instead of the hard ground.

But what he didn’t anticipate was your lips landing on his.

finally had the time to read this and it so so good!!!

I also read all of ur other works(and im not even a fan of henry cavill or sebastian stan mind u)because i love the way u write ur characters. so excited for the rest the story <3

Hiraeth: 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I’m in my Jin-I-miss-you era and I’m taking u all with me. Idk yet if this will be two-shot. Do tell me your thoughts 💜

Masterlist

“I’m going to marry you.”

The nine-year old Seokjin lost his concentration upon hearing your declaration. He blinked, and all of a sudden, the game signaled that he lost. His hold on the game controller slackened. It gently hit the carpeted floor. He hated losing. It was game over all because of you.

“I’m never gonna marry you,” he said so meanly that he was sure you would finally stop following him around. But the five year-old you merely grinned, several teeth missing and announced that he would marry you. You were sure of it.

“Will you stop following me?!” Jin seethed, glaring at your small form as you didn’t mind his anger and continued walking behind him eagerly. Jin was at the stage where all he wanted was to move, to burn the excess energy. He was into sports lately. And because he was fond of it, you were, too. Wherever he went, you’d follow. It was like he had another shadow besides his own.

It was annoying.

But it was also comforting.

On times when he’d fall, knees and hands bruised or bloodied, there you were, quietly telling him it was going to be fine, gently washing the blood off of him. You were always there to help him stand up again. You always carried around cute bandaids. He liked to think that you carried it for him.

He was twelve now, and you still followed him around. He even told his mother about you, but she merely giggled and told him that you were the cutest little girl she had ever seen. He should have known she wouldn’t side with him. After all, your father was his father’s best friend. This was why you were always around…and he was used to your presence that when you couldn’t attend some of his family’s event, he would sulked. But the young Seokjin couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why he hated when you were gone.

Yet, he was irritated by your presence.

He saw you as a nuisance, but you saw him as someone who was larger than life. In your young mind, he was the epitome of perfect. He looked like a prince, and his family treated him as such. You wanted nothing but to be his princess. And so, you spent your younger days following him around. You saw him through all the stages in his life, until he became that lanky, yet sporty teenager.

He was fifteen and you were eleven. You knew he was even more irritated with you than glad that you were with his family during their vacations. His mom treated you like her own daughter, saying that you were the daughter she never had, and you were only too glad to have a mother figure. On some vacations, Jin would be kind and played with you with the sand. On some vacations, he would watch out for you whenever you strayed too far on the sea.

On some days though, he scoffed at your presence.

Like right now.

You looked at the entrance of your school with mild confusion, your strides faltering as you realized it was Jin who was waiting for you outside the school premises. He was cooly leaning against their car, their driver sitting on the car, waving at you with a smile on his face. But Jin looked angry.

“Who’s that?” Your close friend and classmate, Chan, asked you. “Why does he look mad?”

Yes. Why was Jin mad?

Perhaps, Jin was too impatient to wait for you because not a moment later, his legs that you noticed were becoming longer as the years passed by brought him faster to you. He stood in front of you, towering over you and Chan. And was he glaring at him?

“Jin!” You gushed in excitement, your adoration to him apparent that you were sure your eyes were gleaming with unrestrained happiness. “Why are you here?”

He turned to you after scaring the poor boy, “Your father asked me to pick you up from school. Our families are going to have dinner together,” he replied in a tense voice. He didn’t even let you speak when he grabbed the backpack that you were wearing, and dragged it to the waiting car.

You didn’t get the chance to say your goodbye to your friend.

Inside the car, his eyes were trained on the window, watching the passing cars. He was pouting, his lips protruding adorably. And there you were, sitting beside him as you nonchalantly ate your candy whilst talking animatedly to their driver.

“Does your father know you have a boyfriend?”

You blinked owlishly, confused with what he suddenly said. The driver only shook his head lightly and smiled. He was watching the young sir sulked until Jin couldn’t keep his silence anymore.

“W-what boyfriend?”

“That boy you were walking with.”

“He’s a friend!”

Jin turned his head to look at you, his eyes appeared darker as he took you in. You were ridiculous in his eyes.

“Sure he is. I’m going to tell your father about this,” he promised in a monotonous voice. His jaw was clenched as he remembered clear as day how the two of you walked so near each other. He knew how other boys thought, especially on that age with their silly crushes.

But if he thought you would be mad, he could not be anymore mistaken. You instantaneously slid across the sit, almost plastering your side to his as you looked up at his eyes.

“Oppa, are you jealous?” You asked with a wide grin on your face, your lips the color of the sweet candy you were eating.

He blinked repeatedly. He could not believe he came across as that! He was just…looking for you. Right?! He was just somehow protective of you.

As gently as he could, he pushed you away. “Don’t be delusional! I’m just worried for uncle! He works so hard only for you to be with boys when you’re so young!” he explained in an annoyed voice, the volume of his voice rising like the way his ears reddened.

“So I should not be with another boy?”

“Yes.”

“So if I stay away from them, will you marry me when we grow up?”

“No.”

You only rolled your eyes at him, unbelieving that the two of you would not end up getting married. Your young self was sure that you would end up with him. A year later, your father transferred you to an all-girl’s school. You didn’t have to know that it was him who influenced your father to do so. At such a young age, Jin was starting to become darker, perhaps a little bit more manipulative. He had done it so underhanded by using his charms and well-placed words that no one would think of him as anything but a sweet, young man.

You were thirteen when girls started being mean to you. Why did kids have to be so mean? Why did kids have to find someone else’s weak spot and attacked it?

You were walking to an alley, a shortcut to your home, minding your own business when the mean girls from school saw you. You learned hate because of them. Your steps faltered when one of the mean girls noticed you.

“Look who’s here,” she sneered, looking at you up and down. Her other two friends paused their chats to look and you and laughed.

“What’s with your messy hair?” One of them asked in disbelief, circling you as she lifted some strands of your hair. You would admit you were bad at combing your hair. You were used to being one of the boys that you didn’t put special care to your appearance. “Do you look like that because you have no mother?”

“You looked like a rat that came from the sewage,” she mocked you. And then the three of them laughed in that annoying way of theirs.

It was not even funny.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past them. But apparently, they weren’t done with you. A scream erupted from your mouth when someone grabbed your hair, tugging it with enough force to bend your neck.

“Where are you going? You think we’re done with you?”

“Yes, freak. We’re done when we say we’re done!”

Even though you fought with all your might, you stood no chance. Three outnumbered one.

Until he came, like a hero you always thought he was.

Jin was in your house, his parents eating dinner with your father. He repeatedly looked at the clock, wondering where could you be. You should be home by now. His knee wouldn’t stop moving as he watched the clock. His parents were laughing with your father when he asked them where you were.

“Oh, she’s on her way home. She’s probably around the alley. You know that girl, she has no patience walking around the block.”

And that was when he left. He politely excused himself, telling them that he would just buy something from the convenience store. Yet, he found himself walking to the mentioned alley.

And he was glad he did.

You were so close to crying, something you didn’t like doing because it always took you forever to stop when someone roughly and carelessly pushed the mean girl away from you. She landed on the ground harshly and you heard her pained whimper. The other two went to their friend, pulling her away from the angry boy. You felt a gentle hand pulling you to stand. You felt Jin brushing the disheveled hair from your face. And then he flashed you a reassuring smile, yet his eyes remained angry.

You were limping as he walked with you. Up until now, he didn’t say anything. And you were all too glad he didn’t. That day, he pulled you to a convenience store, brought medical supplies, and cleaned your wounds quietly. He was bent down as he placed the final bandaid on your knee.

“What are their names?” He asked with an air of nonchalance, but what you didn’t know was his mind was brewing something unpleasant. He was going to unleash hell on those girls.

Without any thought, you told him.

And come morning, you never saw those girls again. Apparently, they were reported to the school and had to transfer.

He was seventeen when he saved you.

You were fourteen and he was eighteen. You were waiting for him outside the university he wanted to enter, in your hand was the placard you spent the whole night making. You were waiting to congratulate him on his entrance exam. There was a crowd outside the school, waiting for their sons or daughters to finish the exam. You were so sure that he was going to pass. Your Jin was the smartest man you knew.

You were grinning and waving wildly when you finally saw him. The years had only made him taller and more handsome. You sighed as his perfect face became more apparent as he neared you. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t notice his other friends and some girls trailing behind him. And they only teased him further when they saw your placard, snickering about how some young girl was pining over Jin.

As if he would be with you.

As if the Jin they knew would be with someone lower than him.

He was so embarrassed that he told you to go home.

“B-but-“

“Go home, Y/N.”

But you meant to ride home with him…

That day, it rained so hard and you were only too pitiful as you walked to the bus stop. You were shivering as you arrived home. And it didn’t come as a surprise that you caught a fever that night. For the first time, you ignored his text asking you if you arrived home safely. You had barely woken up when you noticed his form sitting beside your bed. Your father trusted him so much that he let him in your bedroom. He was silently watching you. On the bedside table was a basin of water and a cloth he used on your forehead. Jin might have appeared stoic in front of you, but inside he was dying from worry when he didn’t hear from you last night.

In fact, he was so worried that he came to your house, knocking on the door sheepishly when he woke up your father and asked if you were home.

He had been here for hours now.

“Are you mad at me?”

You smiled at him weakly. “Never, oppa,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry for leaving you. You should have not came alone, princess,” he lectured gently, still worried that you went on your own for more than an hour travel to cheer for him.

“I wanted to support you,” you pouting defended yourself.

“I know. But next time, don’t. I know you support me even without you going there.”

“W-were you worried for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” you said, sitting up slowly before flashing him your cheeky smile. “Will you marry me?”

Seokjin only shook his head.

He was eighteen when he didn’t outrightly said no. He was eighteen when he realized you meant the world to him.

Yet, he was nineteen when he hurt you the most.

It was Christmas. It was the first year he went to college, while you were still in high school. It was the first Christmas he looked forward to because your family and his were spending it together on a cabin near a frozen lake. He was the last one to arrive at the cabin, and he didn’t anticipate the traffic rush from people scrambling to enjoy their holidays that he arrived at a much later night. He didn’t know why, but he spent his first year away from home messaging you daily. He even went as far as demanded you to tell him when you would get home, or when you would go out with your friends, or when you needed someone to pick you up because he would. He would go to you regardless of how far he was. He would drive for hours for you.

Jin parked his car and entered the cabin. He knew you were probably sleeping already, but when he passed the dining room, he could hear conversations that turned something in his brain, something so horrible.

It planted something vile and poisonous in his twisted mind.

“Are you sure about this?” He heard his father’s voice resounding over the quietness of the night. He didn’t know why, but he stayed silent. He was always the polite one, always the one to greet his elders. But right now, he opted to forget his manners.

He opted to eavesdrop.

Your father sighed before putting the glass of whiskey on the table. “I am sure about this. I think it will be good for Y/N and I to move to America. I think it’s an offer I cannot refuse.”

Jin felt a stabbing pain in his heart. No. You would leave him. Your father would take you from him. He didn’t want you gone. He couldn’t have you gone. He would lose it if you weren’t around.

“When will you leave?” His mother asked gently. And Jin dreaded the answer.

“Next week.”

Not if Jin had anything to do with it. No one would take you from him.

“Oppa!”

He snapped out of his dark thoughts when he heard your angelic voice calling to him. You were running full speed to him, and before he knew it you were jumping in his arms. The blunt force of your body slamming to his brought him back to life, to his sanity that was slipping from his grasp.

“You’re here!” You grinned at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was silent. He probably hated your embrace. He probably found you annoying, still.

You were about to step back when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“Y/N! Let Jin go. He’s tired from driving all night,” your father nudged you gently, his smile comforting as he greeted Jin. But to Jin, your father lost all his charm the moment he decided to take you away from him.

The lake was frozen.

It was the perfect time to skate. You were giddy as you and your father skated in the early morning of the Christmas eve. It had always been the two of you since you could remember. Your mother died when you were barely walking. To you, your father was your whole world. Your laughters resounded over the whole cabin, and Jin’s parents’ were happy just listening to you. Jin’s mother was preparing hot chocolate, and his father was putting gifts under the tree.

It smelled like Christmas.

“Jin! My boy, come join us!” Your father called when he noticed from a distance Jin who was standing statue like near the lake. His black coat was in perfect contrast of the whiteness of the snow. His cheeks and lips were almost red from the cold temperature.

You thought he looked like a prince.

You waved at him before twirling around the ice. You landed perfectly on your feet. Your father beckoned you to him, and you were only too eager to skate to him when you heard a cracking sound.

You threaded on the thin ice.

And before you knew it, you were falling in the deep, cold water. The unforgiving temperature of the water swallowed your screams. It swallowed your resistance. You managed to get your head above water only to see you own father fell down, the very ground he was skating on cracked under his weight.

It was merely a second but you saw the horror that flashed in his eyes, the despair of his situation, and the anxiety that he would not get to you on time.

The second time you managed to get your head above the freezing water, you saw Jin running to you, shedding his black coat on the ground.

“My father! Save him!” You screamed, even as your voice shook.

But Jin still ran to you. Without any thought for his own safety, he dove down to the harsh water. He dove down like an angel you thought he was as you sank further down, only the light from the cracked lake shone through. He thought he wouldn’t get to you, but by his strong, sheer will, he managed to grab your wrist.

Pulling you up was harder. But Jin was a determined man.

He swam up with one hand, while the other was secured around your body. He managed to drag you up, noticing how blue your lips were. His parents were screaming as they ran to the lake.

“Stay there!” He shouted, knowing how unstable the ice were.

“M-my father. S-save h-him,” you pleaded your hero, gripping his sleeve with weak hand as he wrapped his coat around your shivering body. It was a though he didn’t hear you, only focused on your well-being.

He could save him.

He still had the energy, the adrenaline rush still strong in his veins.

He could technically save him.

But your father was going to take you away from him.

“Jin, p-please save him,” you whispered frantically, looking up to his dark eyes with your pleading ones.

And so, Jin stood up slower, ran slower, and dove a little slower to save your father. No one would technically call him on his bullshit. After all, his parents saw him dove after their friend. You saw him with his own eyes how he dragged your unconscious, pale father from the pits of the cold lake.

You saw him.

“She’s so young to be an orphan. What a tragedy,” you heard them say as you stood stoically on the side. You had not said a word since your father was pronounced dead. They said you were in shocked. They said you were still processing what happened. They said you would be better in time.

But how would they know that?

You were grateful for the Kim family for taking care of everything; from the funeral to the papers, to taking you in. Even Seokjin filed a leave from the university to stay with you.

And he did stay with you. Right now, he was standing beside you, accepting condolences in behalf of you. He was a rock, just a rock that you didn’t want right now. A rock that you somehow selfishly associated with your father’s death.

He stayed with you even when you didn’t want him to.

You had not even looked at him since that tragedy. You knew it was wrong, you knew it was unfair for you to blame him. But were you wrong to blame him when you felt him hesitate? Had he moved a second sooner, would your father still be here? Would he be lying on the hospital bed instead of his coffin?

It was a month later and you still hadn’t said a word despite you going to therapy. It was a month of silence and of you acting like he wasn’t there, like he wasn’t waiting for you to look at him.

“Dear,” his mother called you one night, sitting you down on their living room. “We were thinking…we want to adopt you.”

If you were shocked, Jin was even more surprised. He didn’t know about this. How could his parents decided to do this? To do this to him?!

Your widened eyes looked up from your hands to them. Did they really mean that? Did that mean you weren’t going to be alone anymore? Were you going to have a family again?

“But only if you want to. There’s no rush, dear. Either way,” Mrs. Kim said gently, clasping your hands in hers, tears brimming in her eyes as she took in the pitiful you. “Either way, you’re already a daughter to me.”

“Thank you.” That was the first thing you said in a month. You were so happy. You were so thankful. You were about to hug her when Jin slammed his hand on the table.

“No!”

“Jin! Watch your tone-“

“No, father. I don’t want to be her brother! I don’t want her to be my sister!” He shouted, his voice extremely loud. And for the first time in a month, you looked at his eyes with your hurt ones. He couldn’t even bring himself to regret this. You didn’t know this now, you probably didn’t realize this right now but he was fighting for the future of the two of you. Why would you say thank you to his mother?! Weren’t you the one who kept on bugging him to marry him? Did you now change your mind? No. No, he wouldn’t let you. He didn’t do all of those things for you to change your mind now.

“I’ll never treat you like a sister, Y/N.”

You were turning sixteen when he let you go.

It was already way past your curfew when you arrived at Kim’s home. You were silently walking in the darkened room, certain that no one would catch you creeping in when all of a sudden, light from a lampshade flooded the room.

And there he was, sitting with his legs crossed, his face void of any emotion as he watched you.

“Princess,” he called you in a slurred voice. It was his voice that finally made you looked at him, to look at the boy you used to adore. It was apparent that he was drunk. His cheeks were tinted with redness, and his eyes were somehow unfocused.

You blinked as you took him in. “You’re drunk.”

“And you hate me. And it’s killing me,” he replied back softly, tears were quickly filling his eyes. He could not go on like this. You were killing him. He could not live another day with you being so close yet so far. At that point, he would do anything to get back the young girl who used to adore and support him. Jin stood up, shadows following his form as he neared you.

Had you not let him touched you that night, he would not agree with you leaving him.

But you did not step back when he caressed your face. You did not step back when he hugged you, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“How can I make you love me again?”

“Let me go to America,” you replied calmly. You did want to go abroad, to leave all this mess behind. Had you father not died horribly, the two of you would have lived there by now. But Jin was preventing you from leaving with all his might. The influence he had in his parents was powerful, something that you did not consider. In your young mind, you knew leaving was the best course of action for you. South Korea was killing you. Living with him was killing you. Remembering that he saved you instead of your father despite your endless begging was killing you.

And you hating him because of that was killing him.

Jin towered over you as he leaned back to look at you, his eyes tired and sad. “And if I let you leave me, will you love me again?”

Your heart was beating fast. At that point, you would say anything to get away from him and the memories he represented.

“If I let you leave, my princess,” he whispered as he looked down at your lips. “If I let you leave me, do you promise to marry me when you get back?”

“Yes. I promise, Jin.”

It was your lie that cemented your future.

You were now twenty-five. Years passed by so fast. It was true was they said, time could heal wounds. The promise you made before was long gone from your mind. Your then young mind rationalized that Jin only acted that way because of guilt, that he only asked you to love him again because he was so used to you loving him that once you stopped, you shifted the orbit of his world. You hadn’t personally heard from him in almost nine years. As soon as you turned eighteen and no longer needed the Kim family as guardians, you cut off all communications from him. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from Mrs. Kim. She was the mother you never had. But every time you called, Jin would even be more desperate for you. Even his mother was worried for her son, claiming that ever since you stopped communicating with the young man, he started becoming closed off. Every time you called his mother, Jin would snatch the phone away from her, yearning to just hear your voice so badly.

Seokjin was miserable. But his misery was not without anger. He resented the fact that he let you go, that he believed you when you said you would come back to him…that you would marry him.

He regretted letting you leave him. He swore that once he got you back, he would tie you to him so fast you wouldn’t be able to leave him again.

It had been almost a decade.

You weren’t living under the rock, no. To him, it was as though you disappeared from the face of the earth. It was difficult to find you in a foreign country even with his wealth and power. He didn’t know how you were right now. He didn’t know what you look like. He missed the years he could have spent with you. He missed you.

To you though, you could not escape him. His face was everywhere you looked, his life out there for everyone to see. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he made something more out of himself. After all, ever since you were younger you thought he was larger than life. You were scared to see him in person, though.

You thought seeing him would bring back the pain you so desperately wanted to forget. Your therapist encouraged you to face your fears slowly, saying that you could see him without him seeing you.

You saw him once during their concert in America. Seokjin looked like a prince when you were a child. But now, he was like a king. His persona screamed elegance. He looked happier too as he danced and sang with his bandmates. It was apparent that life had been kind to him. You thought you could finish the whole concert without panicking, but Jin looked a little too long at your direction. And that was when you ran away.

“Do I really have to?” You asked you boss sheepishly, borderline on begging him not to send you back to that place.

He looked at you with an exasperated face, “Do you want to keep your job or not?”

“Right now…” you trailed off, your utter aversion of going back to South Korea was somehow outweighing your desire to eat and afford a roof on your head. “I’m not sure I want to.”

You sighed as you stepped out of the airport. Your company prepared ahead of time, arranging hotel for the whole month you would be staying in this country. You crafted a well-planned schedule which would take you around the pertinent parts of South Korea. You promised yourselves that you would be smart with your time so you could leave as soon as possible with the finished project your company sent you for.

You were expecting a calm and quiet first day.

You really were.

You were praying for that, in fact.

“I apologize, but our system cannot find your name.”

You flashed the hotel receptionist a tight smile, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm yourself. “Can you try one last time?”

She nodded reluctantly, but the result was the same. No room was booked under your name. You thanked her for her time before you attempted to call your boss to no avail. You knew it was probably due to timezone difference, but you couldn’t help but curse him in your head. You would so demand a raise once you get back. You tried booking at another hotel but weirdly enough, all of the rooms were already booked. You even tried booking for an airbnb but the ending was the same.

It was eventually seven in the evening when you swallowed your pride and called her. Mrs. Kim was elated that you were finally back, her motherly warmth could be felt despite her being out of the country at the moment for their anniversary. She did instruct you to go to a house that was an hour away from Seoul. She gave you the passcode and said she would see you as soon as she arrived back to South Korea. By the time you arrived at the white, modern house, it was already almost midnight. The jet lag and the timezone difference were starting to get to you that you decided to shower then sleep rather than touring the house. You would do that tomorrow.

But tomorrow was different.

For the first time in years, you slept so deeply. You had never felt rested since the day of the accident. But today, you felt so serene, so rested. It must have been the wondrous bed that lured you to sleep, or it must have been the extreme weariness from your travel. And probably, it must have been the warmth beside you, your cheek resting on a beating heart.

Wait.

What?

You opened your eyes in sudden alertness, all traces of sleep now gone from your body. The first thing you saw was a plain, white shirt and a pair of black shorts of whomever you were sleeping on top of. The shirt stretched out over a muscular chest and your mind was hopelessly telling you that he smelled familiar…

Slowly, as to not alert whoever this strange man was, you pushed your body away from the man you unknowingly made your bed. You felt his hand resting on the small of your back fell on the bed. With wide eyes and shallow breaths, you looked up at the face of the man you never thought you’d see again- only to find him already looking at you with hooded eyes.

Seokjin gazed at you with warmth, his plump lips lifting on the sides.

“Miss me, princess?”

Hiraeth II

Hiraeth: 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I’m in my Jin-I-miss-you era and I’m taking u all with me. Idk yet if this will be two-shot. Do tell me your thoughts 💜

Masterlist

“I’m going to marry you.”

The nine-year old Seokjin lost his concentration upon hearing your declaration. He blinked, and all of a sudden, the game signaled that he lost. His hold on the game controller slackened. It gently hit the carpeted floor. He hated losing. It was game over all because of you.

“I’m never gonna marry you,” he said so meanly that he was sure you would finally stop following him around. But the five year-old you merely grinned, several teeth missing and announced that he would marry you. You were sure of it.

“Will you stop following me?!” Jin seethed, glaring at your small form as you didn’t mind his anger and continued walking behind him eagerly. Jin was at the stage where all he wanted was to move, to burn the excess energy. He was into sports lately. And because he was fond of it, you were, too. Wherever he went, you’d follow. It was like he had another shadow besides his own.

It was annoying.

But it was also comforting.

On times when he’d fall, knees and hands bruised or bloodied, there you were, quietly telling him it was going to be fine, gently washing the blood off of him. You were always there to help him stand up again. You always carried around cute bandaids. He liked to think that you carried it for him.

He was twelve now, and you still followed him around. He even told his mother about you, but she merely giggled and told him that you were the cutest little girl she had ever seen. He should have known she wouldn’t side with him. After all, your father was his father’s best friend. This was why you were always around…and he was used to your presence that when you couldn’t attend some of his family’s event, he would sulked. But the young Seokjin couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why he hated when you were gone.

Yet, he was irritated by your presence.

He saw you as a nuisance, but you saw him as someone who was larger than life. In your young mind, he was the epitome of perfect. He looked like a prince, and his family treated him as such. You wanted nothing but to be his princess. And so, you spent your younger days following him around. You saw him through all the stages in his life, until he became that lanky, yet sporty teenager.

He was fifteen and you were eleven. You knew he was even more irritated with you than glad that you were with his family during their vacations. His mom treated you like her own daughter, saying that you were the daughter she never had, and you were only too glad to have a mother figure. On some vacations, Jin would be kind and played with you with the sand. On some vacations, he would watch out for you whenever you strayed too far on the sea.

On some days though, he scoffed at your presence.

Like right now.

You looked at the entrance of your school with mild confusion, your strides faltering as you realized it was Jin who was waiting for you outside the school premises. He was cooly leaning against their car, their driver sitting on the car, waving at you with a smile on his face. But Jin looked angry.

“Who’s that?” Your close friend and classmate, Chan, asked you. “Why does he look mad?”

Yes. Why was Jin mad?

Perhaps, Jin was too impatient to wait for you because not a moment later, his legs that you noticed were becoming longer as the years passed by brought him faster to you. He stood in front of you, towering over you and Chan. And was he glaring at him?

“Jin!” You gushed in excitement, your adoration to him apparent that you were sure your eyes were gleaming with unrestrained happiness. “Why are you here?”

He turned to you after scaring the poor boy, “Your father asked me to pick you up from school. Our families are going to have dinner together,” he replied in a tense voice. He didn’t even let you speak when he grabbed the backpack that you were wearing, and dragged it to the waiting car.

You didn’t get the chance to say your goodbye to your friend.

Inside the car, his eyes were trained on the window, watching the passing cars. He was pouting, his lips protruding adorably. And there you were, sitting beside him as you nonchalantly ate your candy whilst talking animatedly to their driver.

“Does your father know you have a boyfriend?”

You blinked owlishly, confused with what he suddenly said. The driver only shook his head lightly and smiled. He was watching the young sir sulked until Jin couldn’t keep his silence anymore.

“W-what boyfriend?”

“That boy you were walking with.”

“He’s a friend!”

Jin turned his head to look at you, his eyes appeared darker as he took you in. You were ridiculous in his eyes.

“Sure he is. I’m going to tell your father about this,” he promised in a monotonous voice. His jaw was clenched as he remembered clear as day how the two of you walked so near each other. He knew how other boys thought, especially on that age with their silly crushes.

But if he thought you would be mad, he could not be anymore mistaken. You instantaneously slid across the sit, almost plastering your side to his as you looked up at his eyes.

“Oppa, are you jealous?” You asked with a wide grin on your face, your lips the color of the sweet candy you were eating.

He blinked repeatedly. He could not believe he came across as that! He was just…looking for you. Right?! He was just somehow protective of you.

As gently as he could, he pushed you away. “Don’t be delusional! I’m just worried for uncle! He works so hard only for you to be with boys when you’re so young!” he explained in an annoyed voice, the volume of his voice rising like the way his ears reddened.

“So I should not be with another boy?”

“Yes.”

“So if I stay away from them, will you marry me when we grow up?”

“No.”

You only rolled your eyes at him, unbelieving that the two of you would not end up getting married. Your young self was sure that you would end up with him. A year later, your father transferred you to an all-girl’s school. You didn’t have to know that it was him who influenced your father to do so. At such a young age, Jin was starting to become darker, perhaps a little bit more manipulative. He had done it so underhanded by using his charms and well-placed words that no one would think of him as anything but a sweet, young man.

You were thirteen when girls started being mean to you. Why did kids have to be so mean? Why did kids have to find someone else’s weak spot and attacked it?

You were walking to an alley, a shortcut to your home, minding your own business when the mean girls from school saw you. You learned hate because of them. Your steps faltered when one of the mean girls noticed you.

“Look who’s here,” she sneered, looking at you up and down. Her other two friends paused their chats to look and you and laughed.

“What’s with your messy hair?” One of them asked in disbelief, circling you as she lifted some strands of your hair. You would admit you were bad at combing your hair. You were used to being one of the boys that you didn’t put special care to your appearance. “Do you look like that because you have no mother?”

“You looked like a rat that came from the sewage,” she mocked you. And then the three of them laughed in that annoying way of theirs.

It was not even funny.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past them. But apparently, they weren’t done with you. A scream erupted from your mouth when someone grabbed your hair, tugging it with enough force to bend your neck.

“Where are you going? You think we’re done with you?”

“Yes, freak. We’re done when we say we’re done!”

Even though you fought with all your might, you stood no chance. Three outnumbered one.

Until he came, like a hero you always thought he was.

Jin was in your house, his parents eating dinner with your father. He repeatedly looked at the clock, wondering where could you be. You should be home by now. His knee wouldn’t stop moving as he watched the clock. His parents were laughing with your father when he asked them where you were.

“Oh, she’s on her way home. She’s probably around the alley. You know that girl, she has no patience walking around the block.”

And that was when he left. He politely excused himself, telling them that he would just buy something from the convenience store. Yet, he found himself walking to the mentioned alley.

And he was glad he did.

You were so close to crying, something you didn’t like doing because it always took you forever to stop when someone roughly and carelessly pushed the mean girl away from you. She landed on the ground harshly and you heard her pained whimper. The other two went to their friend, pulling her away from the angry boy. You felt a gentle hand pulling you to stand. You felt Jin brushing the disheveled hair from your face. And then he flashed you a reassuring smile, yet his eyes remained angry.

You were limping as he walked with you. Up until now, he didn’t say anything. And you were all too glad he didn’t. That day, he pulled you to a convenience store, brought medical supplies, and cleaned your wounds quietly. He was bent down as he placed the final bandaid on your knee.

“What are their names?” He asked with an air of nonchalance, but what you didn’t know was his mind was brewing something unpleasant. He was going to unleash hell on those girls.

Without any thought, you told him.

And come morning, you never saw those girls again. Apparently, they were reported to the school and had to transfer.

He was seventeen when he saved you.

You were fourteen and he was eighteen. You were waiting for him outside the university he wanted to enter, in your hand was the placard you spent the whole night making. You were waiting to congratulate him on his entrance exam. There was a crowd outside the school, waiting for their sons or daughters to finish the exam. You were so sure that he was going to pass. Your Jin was the smartest man you knew.

You were grinning and waving wildly when you finally saw him. The years had only made him taller and more handsome. You sighed as his perfect face became more apparent as he neared you. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t notice his other friends and some girls trailing behind him. And they only teased him further when they saw your placard, snickering about how some young girl was pining over Jin.

As if he would be with you.

As if the Jin they knew would be with someone lower than him.

He was so embarrassed that he told you to go home.

“B-but-“

“Go home, Y/N.”

But you meant to ride home with him…

That day, it rained so hard and you were only too pitiful as you walked to the bus stop. You were shivering as you arrived home. And it didn’t come as a surprise that you caught a fever that night. For the first time, you ignored his text asking you if you arrived home safely. You had barely woken up when you noticed his form sitting beside your bed. Your father trusted him so much that he let him in your bedroom. He was silently watching you. On the bedside table was a basin of water and a cloth he used on your forehead. Jin might have appeared stoic in front of you, but inside he was dying from worry when he didn’t hear from you last night.

In fact, he was so worried that he came to your house, knocking on the door sheepishly when he woke up your father and asked if you were home.

He had been here for hours now.

“Are you mad at me?”

You smiled at him weakly. “Never, oppa,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry for leaving you. You should have not came alone, princess,” he lectured gently, still worried that you went on your own for more than an hour travel to cheer for him.

“I wanted to support you,” you pouting defended yourself.

“I know. But next time, don’t. I know you support me even without you going there.”

“W-were you worried for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” you said, sitting up slowly before flashing him your cheeky smile. “Will you marry me?”

Seokjin only shook his head.

He was eighteen when he didn’t outrightly said no. He was eighteen when he realized you meant the world to him.

Yet, he was nineteen when he hurt you the most.

It was Christmas. It was the first year he went to college, while you were still in high school. It was the first Christmas he looked forward to because your family and his were spending it together on a cabin near a frozen lake. He was the last one to arrive at the cabin, and he didn’t anticipate the traffic rush from people scrambling to enjoy their holidays that he arrived at a much later night. He didn’t know why, but he spent his first year away from home messaging you daily. He even went as far as demanded you to tell him when you would get home, or when you would go out with your friends, or when you needed someone to pick you up because he would. He would go to you regardless of how far he was. He would drive for hours for you.

Jin parked his car and entered the cabin. He knew you were probably sleeping already, but when he passed the dining room, he could hear conversations that turned something in his brain, something so horrible.

It planted something vile and poisonous in his twisted mind.

“Are you sure about this?” He heard his father’s voice resounding over the quietness of the night. He didn’t know why, but he stayed silent. He was always the polite one, always the one to greet his elders. But right now, he opted to forget his manners.

He opted to eavesdrop.

Your father sighed before putting the glass of whiskey on the table. “I am sure about this. I think it will be good for Y/N and I to move to America. I think it’s an offer I cannot refuse.”

Jin felt a stabbing pain in his heart. No. You would leave him. Your father would take you from him. He didn’t want you gone. He couldn’t have you gone. He would lose it if you weren’t around.

“When will you leave?” His mother asked gently. And Jin dreaded the answer.

“Next week.”

Not if Jin had anything to do with it. No one would take you from him.

“Oppa!”

He snapped out of his dark thoughts when he heard your angelic voice calling to him. You were running full speed to him, and before he knew it you were jumping in his arms. The blunt force of your body slamming to his brought him back to life, to his sanity that was slipping from his grasp.

“You’re here!” You grinned at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was silent. He probably hated your embrace. He probably found you annoying, still.

You were about to step back when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“Y/N! Let Jin go. He’s tired from driving all night,” your father nudged you gently, his smile comforting as he greeted Jin. But to Jin, your father lost all his charm the moment he decided to take you away from him.

The lake was frozen.

It was the perfect time to skate. You were giddy as you and your father skated in the early morning of the Christmas eve. It had always been the two of you since you could remember. Your mother died when you were barely walking. To you, your father was your whole world. Your laughters resounded over the whole cabin, and Jin’s parents’ were happy just listening to you. Jin’s mother was preparing hot chocolate, and his father was putting gifts under the tree.

It smelled like Christmas.

“Jin! My boy, come join us!” Your father called when he noticed from a distance Jin who was standing statue like near the lake. His black coat was in perfect contrast of the whiteness of the snow. His cheeks and lips were almost red from the cold temperature.

You thought he looked like a prince.

You waved at him before twirling around the ice. You landed perfectly on your feet. Your father beckoned you to him, and you were only too eager to skate to him when you heard a cracking sound.

You threaded on the thin ice.

And before you knew it, you were falling in the deep, cold water. The unforgiving temperature of the water swallowed your screams. It swallowed your resistance. You managed to get your head above water only to see you own father fell down, the very ground he was skating on cracked under his weight.

It was merely a second but you saw the horror that flashed in his eyes, the despair of his situation, and the anxiety that he would not get to you on time.

The second time you managed to get your head above the freezing water, you saw Jin running to you, shedding his black coat on the ground.

“My father! Save him!” You screamed, even as your voice shook.

But Jin still ran to you. Without any thought for his own safety, he dove down to the harsh water. He dove down like an angel you thought he was as you sank further down, only the light from the cracked lake shone through. He thought he wouldn’t get to you, but by his strong, sheer will, he managed to grab your wrist.

Pulling you up was harder. But Jin was a determined man.

He swam up with one hand, while the other was secured around your body. He managed to drag you up, noticing how blue your lips were. His parents were screaming as they ran to the lake.

“Stay there!” He shouted, knowing how unstable the ice were.

“M-my father. S-save h-him,” you pleaded your hero, gripping his sleeve with weak hand as he wrapped his coat around your shivering body. It was a though he didn’t hear you, only focused on your well-being.

He could save him.

He still had the energy, the adrenaline rush still strong in his veins.

He could technically save him.

But your father was going to take you away from him.

“Jin, p-please save him,” you whispered frantically, looking up to his dark eyes with your pleading ones.

And so, Jin stood up slower, ran slower, and dove a little slower to save your father. No one would technically call him on his bullshit. After all, his parents saw him dove after their friend. You saw him with his own eyes how he dragged your unconscious, pale father from the pits of the cold lake.

You saw him.

“She’s so young to be an orphan. What a tragedy,” you heard them say as you stood stoically on the side. You had not said a word since your father was pronounced dead. They said you were in shocked. They said you were still processing what happened. They said you would be better in time.

But how would they know that?

You were grateful for the Kim family for taking care of everything; from the funeral to the papers, to taking you in. Even Seokjin filed a leave from the university to stay with you.

And he did stay with you. Right now, he was standing beside you, accepting condolences in behalf of you. He was a rock, just a rock that you didn’t want right now. A rock that you somehow selfishly associated with your father’s death.

He stayed with you even when you didn’t want him to.

You had not even looked at him since that tragedy. You knew it was wrong, you knew it was unfair for you to blame him. But were you wrong to blame him when you felt him hesitate? Had he moved a second sooner, would your father still be here? Would he be lying on the hospital bed instead of his coffin?

It was a month later and you still hadn’t said a word despite you going to therapy. It was a month of silence and of you acting like he wasn’t there, like he wasn’t waiting for you to look at him.

“Dear,” his mother called you one night, sitting you down on their living room. “We were thinking…we want to adopt you.”

If you were shocked, Jin was even more surprised. He didn’t know about this. How could his parents decided to do this? To do this to him?!

Your widened eyes looked up from your hands to them. Did they really mean that? Did that mean you weren’t going to be alone anymore? Were you going to have a family again?

“But only if you want to. There’s no rush, dear. Either way,” Mrs. Kim said gently, clasping your hands in hers, tears brimming in her eyes as she took in the pitiful you. “Either way, you’re already a daughter to me.”

“Thank you.” That was the first thing you said in a month. You were so happy. You were so thankful. You were about to hug her when Jin slammed his hand on the table.

“No!”

“Jin! Watch your tone-“

“No, father. I don’t want to be her brother! I don’t want her to be my sister!” He shouted, his voice extremely loud. And for the first time in a month, you looked at his eyes with your hurt ones. He couldn’t even bring himself to regret this. You didn’t know this now, you probably didn’t realize this right now but he was fighting for the future of the two of you. Why would you say thank you to his mother?! Weren’t you the one who kept on bugging him to marry him? Did you now change your mind? No. No, he wouldn’t let you. He didn’t do all of those things for you to change your mind now.

“I’ll never treat you like a sister, Y/N.”

You were turning sixteen when he let you go.

It was already way past your curfew when you arrived at Kim’s home. You were silently walking in the darkened room, certain that no one would catch you creeping in when all of a sudden, light from a lampshade flooded the room.

And there he was, sitting with his legs crossed, his face void of any emotion as he watched you.

“Princess,” he called you in a slurred voice. It was his voice that finally made you looked at him, to look at the boy you used to adore. It was apparent that he was drunk. His cheeks were tinted with redness, and his eyes were somehow unfocused.

You blinked as you took him in. “You’re drunk.”

“And you hate me. And it’s killing me,” he replied back softly, tears were quickly filling his eyes. He could not go on like this. You were killing him. He could not live another day with you being so close yet so far. At that point, he would do anything to get back the young girl who used to adore and support him. Jin stood up, shadows following his form as he neared you.

Had you not let him touched you that night, he would not agree with you leaving him.

But you did not step back when he caressed your face. You did not step back when he hugged you, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“How can I make you love me again?”

“Let me go to America,” you replied calmly. You did want to go abroad, to leave all this mess behind. Had you father not died horribly, the two of you would have lived there by now. But Jin was preventing you from leaving with all his might. The influence he had in his parents was powerful, something that you did not consider. In your young mind, you knew leaving was the best course of action for you. South Korea was killing you. Living with him was killing you. Remembering that he saved you instead of your father despite your endless begging was killing you.

And you hating him because of that was killing him.

Jin towered over you as he leaned back to look at you, his eyes tired and sad. “And if I let you leave me, will you love me again?”

Your heart was beating fast. At that point, you would say anything to get away from him and the memories he represented.

“If I let you leave, my princess,” he whispered as he looked down at your lips. “If I let you leave me, do you promise to marry me when you get back?”

“Yes. I promise, Jin.”

It was your lie that cemented your future.

You were now twenty-five. Years passed by so fast. It was true was they said, time could heal wounds. The promise you made before was long gone from your mind. Your then young mind rationalized that Jin only acted that way because of guilt, that he only asked you to love him again because he was so used to you loving him that once you stopped, you shifted the orbit of his world. You hadn’t personally heard from him in almost nine years. As soon as you turned eighteen and no longer needed the Kim family as guardians, you cut off all communications from him. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from Mrs. Kim. She was the mother you never had. But every time you called, Jin would even be more desperate for you. Even his mother was worried for her son, claiming that ever since you stopped communicating with the young man, he started becoming closed off. Every time you called his mother, Jin would snatch the phone away from her, yearning to just hear your voice so badly.

Seokjin was miserable. But his misery was not without anger. He resented the fact that he let you go, that he believed you when you said you would come back to him…that you would marry him.

He regretted letting you leave him. He swore that once he got you back, he would tie you to him so fast you wouldn’t be able to leave him again.

It had been almost a decade.

You weren’t living under the rock, no. To him, it was as though you disappeared from the face of the earth. It was difficult to find you in a foreign country even with his wealth and power. He didn’t know how you were right now. He didn’t know what you look like. He missed the years he could have spent with you. He missed you.

To you though, you could not escape him. His face was everywhere you looked, his life out there for everyone to see. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he made something more out of himself. After all, ever since you were younger you thought he was larger than life. You were scared to see him in person, though.

You thought seeing him would bring back the pain you so desperately wanted to forget. Your therapist encouraged you to face your fears slowly, saying that you could see him without him seeing you.

You saw him once during their concert in America. Seokjin looked like a prince when you were a child. But now, he was like a king. His persona screamed elegance. He looked happier too as he danced and sang with his bandmates. It was apparent that life had been kind to him. You thought you could finish the whole concert without panicking, but Jin looked a little too long at your direction. And that was when you ran away.

“Do I really have to?” You asked you boss sheepishly, borderline on begging him not to send you back to that place.

He looked at you with an exasperated face, “Do you want to keep your job or not?”

“Right now…” you trailed off, your utter aversion of going back to South Korea was somehow outweighing your desire to eat and afford a roof on your head. “I’m not sure I want to.”

You sighed as you stepped out of the airport. Your company prepared ahead of time, arranging hotel for the whole month you would be staying in this country. You crafted a well-planned schedule which would take you around the pertinent parts of South Korea. You promised yourselves that you would be smart with your time so you could leave as soon as possible with the finished project your company sent you for.

You were expecting a calm and quiet first day.

You really were.

You were praying for that, in fact.

“I apologize, but our system cannot find your name.”

You flashed the hotel receptionist a tight smile, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm yourself. “Can you try one last time?”

She nodded reluctantly, but the result was the same. No room was booked under your name. You thanked her for her time before you attempted to call your boss to no avail. You knew it was probably due to timezone difference, but you couldn’t help but curse him in your head. You would so demand a raise once you get back. You tried booking at another hotel but weirdly enough, all of the rooms were already booked. You even tried booking for an airbnb but the ending was the same.

It was eventually seven in the evening when you swallowed your pride and called her. Mrs. Kim was elated that you were finally back, her motherly warmth could be felt despite her being out of the country at the moment for their anniversary. She did instruct you to go to a house that was an hour away from Seoul. She gave you the passcode and said she would see you as soon as she arrived back to South Korea. By the time you arrived at the white, modern house, it was already almost midnight. The jet lag and the timezone difference were starting to get to you that you decided to shower then sleep rather than touring the house. You would do that tomorrow.

But tomorrow was different.

For the first time in years, you slept so deeply. You had never felt rested since the day of the accident. But today, you felt so serene, so rested. It must have been the wondrous bed that lured you to sleep, or it must have been the extreme weariness from your travel. And probably, it must have been the warmth beside you, your cheek resting on a beating heart.

Wait.

What?

You opened your eyes in sudden alertness, all traces of sleep now gone from your body. The first thing you saw was a plain, white shirt and a pair of black shorts of whomever you were sleeping on top of. The shirt stretched out over a muscular chest and your mind was hopelessly telling you that he smelled familiar…

Slowly, as to not alert whoever this strange man was, you pushed your body away from the man you unknowingly made your bed. You felt his hand resting on the small of your back fell on the bed. With wide eyes and shallow breaths, you looked up at the face of the man you never thought you’d see again- only to find him already looking at you with hooded eyes.

Seokjin gazed at you with warmth, his plump lips lifting on the sides.

“Miss me, princess?”

Hiraeth II

Hiraeth II

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: you know what, Kim Seokjin just hits different to me. I miss him and I’m taking u all down with me in my I-miss-u-jin-era.

Masterlist Hiraeth I

After you got over your initial shock in which you thoughtlessly swung your fist to his handsome face, you found yourself sheepishly walking to the kitchen where you could hear him moving. He looked up as soon as you entered the room, one side of his bruised lips tilted up. He watched you moved with a secretive smile on his face that you so badly wanted to erase. Jin looked like he was thoroughly enjoying this. You couldn’t help but notice how much he changed. He matured, no longer the young man who had soft cheeks and undefined body. Instead, your eyes roamed over his sharp features and his muscular back that couldn’t be hidden by his shirt. In front of you was a man who was confident. And you didn’t know how to handle him.

You didn’t know how to handle him when in the first place, you thought you would never see him again, not after you ran from him. Not after he begged you to come back.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked after enough time had passed and he was still looking at you as though he was waiting for you to crack. And you did. You could’t take his heavy eyes, couldn’t take the silence as he watched you.

Was he this insufferable when you were younger?

Were you just too blind to see him for how he really was?

Additionally…was he this beautiful when you were younger? Or was time just unfairly favorable to him?

He gestured to the noodles he was stirring. “I’m cooking us breakfast, princess.”

His old name for you hindered you from reacting quickly. You blinked owlishly, memories of him calling you that playing in flashback.

“Yes….but why here?”

He turned off the stove leisurely as if his answer wouldn’t rattle your whole world before leaning his body on the counter, his eyes focused on yours. “Where else would I be? I live here.”

“What? B-but, your mother- she didn’t tell me…”

He shrugged, busying himself with plating the food and bringing it to the simple yet elegant dining table. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked in a nonchalant voice, his movements precise and calm.

When you didn’t answer, he tilted his head to the side, his hand inside his pocket as he stalked slowly to where you were standing near the door. If he noticed how you seemed to be one push away from running, he didn’t comment. Instead, there he was, his tall form towering over you. “Do I make you nervous, princess?”

“J-Jin-“

“Tsk,” he shook his head, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused on yours. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, giving him that regal look you always thought he possessed. “What happened to ‘Oppa’?” He asked in what one would thought of as a sincere question, but the mocking glint in his eyes could not fool you.

“I-I don’t-“

“Hmm? You don’t what?” He whispered sweetly, his fingers stroking your hair. He was transfixed with the way time changed you. Yet, he hated how he wasn’t there to experience growing up with you because you took yourself away from his grasp. But no more. He took a deep breath to calm the demons in him, before flashing you his usual, carefree smile.

“Do I still affect you, princess?”

“N-no!”

Jin regarded you for a moment too long, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief and danger. “Perfect,” he beamed at you before pulling your wrist to the dining table. “There’s no reason for you not to stay here, then. Come on, let’s eat.”

Despite him acting as though no years passed between the two of you, you simply couldn’t. You could feel the weight of seeing him in person sitting heavily on your shoulders, could hear the unspoken words no one had the strength and courage to say, could feel the guilt and anguish in your heart.

“So,” you began, your eyes focused on the chopsticks in your hand. “H-how have you been, Seokjin?”

He scoffed, his dark eyes boring on yours. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“It’s just that…it’s been so long.”

“And whose fault is that,” he stated tonelessly, his large hand closing to a fist before calming himself down. He needed to remind himself that he had you now, that he wasn’t going to lose you this time.

He had to remind himself that he needed to forgive you if he wanted a clean start with you.

“Never mind,” you sighed, clearly discouraged with his response. What did you expect? You practically ghosted him the moment your turned eighteen, turning your back on your closest childhood friend, to your remaining family just because you were in pain.

Perhaps, you should acknowledge that you hurt him in the process of healing yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to fix the ruined relationship between the two of you, didn’t know if you could redeem yourself. You had so much buried feelings that you didn’t know if this was worth it.

You quietly ate your food, already internally planning your living situation. You would sort out your living situation today. You could not live with Jin, not when he made you feel things you thought you had long killed. You could not-

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you. Your astonished and lost expression softened his resolve, it melted his anger.

Only you could silence the dark thoughts in his head. Ironically, you were the reason why the demons in his mind were born.

“I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying your best to heal the way you know how. It’s okay,” Jin stated, his eyes trained on you, willing you to see his sincerity. Except that it wasn’t okay you left. Yet, he knew it was the best for you despite it destroying him so monumental it took him years to feel normal.

Should you leave him again, he knew the carefully reconstructed sanity of his will tumble down.

“I’m just sorry you had to do it all alone,” he whispered sadly.

Aside from your therapist, you had never spoken about this with anyone. To you, it was something so tragic that saying it would make you relive the pain, loneliness and desperation it caused you. This was the first time in almost a decade that someone acknowledged your pain, you strength, and the sacrifices made along the way.

“But princess,” he continued, his hand reaching across the table to clasp yours. And once he did, he felt peace the moment he was able to touch you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.”

It was an hour later when you emerge to the living room where Jin was drying his hair. His movements slowed down when he saw you after you ran once again from him. After he said that you didn’t have to be alone, you walked to the bedroom without a word. You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, and the only way you knew how was to run.

And so ran, you did.

He raised his dark eyebrows at you when you didn’t say anything. “Going somewhere?”

You nodded, looking anywhere but him. Was he always this handsome even when had just showered? Was this fair? You looked like a drenched cat when you finished showering, and yet he looked like he was shooting a commercial.

“D-do you know where the nearest bus stop is?”

He nodded, “It’s more than an hour away.”

“What about taxi?”

He blinked innocently, “This is an exclusive neighborhood, princess. Taxis are not allowed here,” he shared in a thoughtful manner.

You swore under your breath. You had grown up in Korea, but you lived your whole adult life in abroad that you were no longer confident with yourself here. You were so certain that you would get lost.

He watched you with a smirk in his face, “You can borrow one of my cars,” he offered with an innocent look on his face.

“I don’t know how to drive.”

He knew that.

“In that case,” he sighed as he stood up, stretching his hands upwards. You didn’t even have it in you to not look at his toned abs, didn’t have it in you to look away from his leaned, yet muscular arms. Jin smiled innocently at you when he noticed your wandering eyes.

“In that case, I need to drive you,” Jin shook his head slowly as though he was burdened by this when the truth was that this was his plan all along.

Jin sat patiently at the hotel lobby, his legs spread out. He was smiling indulgently as you walked near him with a defeated expression in your face. Jin was wearing a black cap to hide his identity, and besides that, an inconspicuous bodyguard was trailing after the two of you at Jin’s command. He wouldn’t risk his princess, after all.

He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, your expression confused and tired as you informed him that there was no available room. This was the seventh hotel you went to, and so far your plan hadn’t been successful.

“So?”

You shook your head, clearly apparent that you wouldn’t move out today. You were stuck. And you loathed depending on anyone, more so you hated depending on him again just like when you were younger. Just like when he would always take care of you, regardless if he was reluctant or not. You became overly independent when you moved away from everyone. It was a thing that your therapist was still trying to resolve. However, you just couldn’t let yourself depend on anyone on anything ever gain for the fear that one day, they might leave you alone too.

“I’ll just stay in a motel-“

Jin stood up, his proximity effectively cutting you off. He tilted your chin up, his eyes serious. “I’m not making you leave, princess. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he offered with a sincere smile in his face when all he wanted to say was that your place was beside him, and it should have been the case since the beginning if only he didn’t lose control. He could see the battle in your eyes, the weariness and the stubbornness to not to give in to him was apparent. You needed a nudge.

You entered the quaint restaurant, your eyes roaming around the area as you waited for Jin. He dropped you off in front before parking his car. The restaurant had a homey vibes to it. Sunlight was freely flowing to the room, and the windows were open which allowed the customers to feel the pleasant breeze. You could see customers enjoying their food and talking animatedly with the other- more so the one group on your right who had their heads bowed down, too engrossed with their food while talking and laughing among themselves. You felt a hand on the small of your back. You looked behind you to see Seokjin smiling at you with his cap still on. He was guiding you in when you heard the sound of utensils falling on the floor. You looked to your right where the group of men were eating and realization dawned upon you.

Jungkook’s eyes were the first ones you met. His doe eyes were even bigger from shock, his mouth agape with his chopstick suspended in the air. Beside him was Taehyung who looked at you and Jin with knowing eyes before smiling that rectangular smile of his. Jimin and Hoseok both looked at you in surprised.

“H-hyung?” Jungkook called Jin with confusion in his face as he looked down at Jin’s hand on you. He had never seen his hyung touched someone from another gender willingly. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t care much about anyone outside the members and his own family. Seeing him looking at you with too much emotion in his otherwise emotionless eyes made all of them curious about who you were.

Jin sighed before looking at his members. “You’re all here. Again.”

“We were starving…” the man you recognized as the leader explained sheepishly. He turned to look at you before smiling, “Hi. I’m Namjoon. And you are?”

—

You found yourself sat beside Seokjin who was busy putting food on your plate. If he noticed his members looking at him as though an imposter took his place, he didn’t comment. It was as if the six men looking at the two of you with mixture of bewilderment from Jungkook and Jimin, curiosity from Namjoon and Hoseok, amusement from Taehyung and strangely, indifference from Yoongi, didn’t bother him.

But it bothered you.

You broke eye contact with Taehyung who was sitting beside you with his chin resting on his hand as he examined you with twinkle in his eyes to look at the other man beside you.

“Are you sure it’s fine for me to sit with you? What if someone sees?” You leaned to whisper at Jin.

He merely shrugged. It didn’t matter. In fact, he wanted the world to know you were his. “Eat, princess.”

“I can’t,” you whispered once again, hyperaware of the six pair of eyes on you and him.

“Why?”

“Why are they looking at me?”

Seokjin craned his neck up, frustration evident on his face before looking at his younger members with a terrifying glare. “Why are you always here?”

“We were hungry-“

“And you ate. Now leave.”

“Is that how you treat your customers, hyung?” Jimin teased with a pout before looking at you innocently.

Wait, this was his?

“You’re not my customers because you all rarely pay!”

Chaos ensued as the men bickered and teased each other. You could see the familiarity and the love between them that came with years and years of companionship. You were unknowingly smiling before eating your late lunch. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you actually ate. They were all still arguing, albeit without any claws to their words, when you felt a finger poking your arm.

“I’m Taehyung,” he introduced himself before offering you his hand. You shook his hand warily. “I’m Y/N.”

“So, Y/N, how did you know my hyung?” He asked, uncaring of the bickering of the men in front of him. He was more interested with who you were. His hyung never did once look at any woman, never once did he touch them. In fact, he was irritated whenever some woman would sauntered to him and flirted. Behind his hyung’s pleasant personality and contagious laugh lied his cold persona reserved for people who didn’t matter to him.

Which was exactly why you were a puzzle to the group. For the first time since they met him, they saw their hyung smiled so genuinely at a woman. For the first time, they saw the darkness that somehow terrified them in Jin’s eyes vanished.

“Oh uhm. We’re childhood friends. His parents and my dad were the best of friends.”

Were?

Yoongi, who hadn’t said a thing yet, tilted his head when he heard you. He looked at you with indifferent eyes before slyly shifting his bored gaze to his only hyung who visibly stiffened from your words.

Interesting.

You watched him as he took his pillow and RJ in his arms. Seokjin really looked comfy and yet, so beautiful despite wearing only his pajamas. “You know I can take the sofa. I don’t mind. I really don’t want to be an imposition on-“

“Nonsense, princess. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re my guest after all,” he turned to look at you before smiling. He walked towards the bed where you were sitting. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, my princess,” he whispered, and before you could even react, he was out of the room.

You opened your eyes, and you were back to that nightmare. You saw your father walking away from you to that damned lake. You felt your heart skipped a beat, your legs moving faster and faster to stop him.

You knew what would happened.

You had seen this before.

You had lived this before.

“Dad! Please. Stop!” You shouted on top of your lungs, but it was as though he didn’t hear you. He kept on walking and walking, until he was in the middle of the frozen lake. He paused his movement to look at you. He never aged. His looks frozen in time.

“Run, my daughter,” he said with a serious note in his voice. This was different. He never said this in all your nightmares. “Run far. And don’t come back.”

“What? Dad, please! Just come here!” You shouted, and now you felt tears falling freely on your face. You knew what would happened.

You knew his destiny.

And you could never do anything about it but to see him fall to the icy water.

“Y/N! Wake up.”

“Princess, please. Wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

“Wake up.”

And then you woke up. Your breath were ragged as though you were running for your life. You could feel his fingers wiping away your tears. You were full-on sobbing in front of him. And before you knew it, his arms were around you as he maneuvered your body to rest on top of his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt, wanting anything to ground you. Your heart was beating faster despite escaping the nightmare, and for the life of you, you didn’t know why you still felt unsafe.

Soothingly, he was running his hand on your back. Seokjin was patient as he waited for you to calm down. You felt his lips on top of your head. You heard him whisper how you were safe with him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again.

And that night, he didn’t let you go.

—

“My baby looks so handsome!” His mother cooed at the four-year old Seokjin. She fixed his hair gently before holding his tiny hand in hers. She followed her husband inside their closest friend’s home. His wife had just given birth a month ago and this was the first time they would see the little bundle of joy. She was so ecstatic when she learned that the baby was a girl, much to her son’s disgust.

‘Girls are yucky, mommy!’

“Do you wanna see her?”

Did he? He looked thoughtful for a moment, his adorable pout ever so present in his lips. Perhaps, he should see what the fuss was about. He was almost certain- no, he was 100% sure that he was more endearing than that little elf who did nothing but cried.

But fine, he supposed he should look at her one time, then never again.

With a reluctant nod, his mother patted the seat beside her. Once he was fully sat down, his mother lowered the baby to his level which allowed him to peak at the crying Y/N.

Seokjin’s eyes widened at how could someone as little as you cried so loud?

Additionally, how could someone as little as you looked so…wonderful?

As though he was in a trance, Jin moved his face closer to you. His little hand was on its way to caress your hair when he heard his mother gently warn him to be careful. And so, he did. His little hand touched the sparse hair on your small head. He caressed it once, twice, and to the adults’ surprised, you stopped wailing your heart out as thought you were finally at peace.

“She likes you,” your father observed, his eyebags made it apparent that you weren’t letting your parents sleep.

“I think we should keep him with her so she would stop crying, right Jinnie?” He teased the little child.

Jin, on other hand, didn’t say anything. His focus was solely on you. Little Seokjin deemed it okay to stay with you.

It was a sweet moment, really it was. Until Jin dove down to peck your lips, and then chaos ensued.

Hiraeth III

CHANTAJE! (v)

PAIRING: ceo!bts x actress(female)!reader

SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

GENRE: fluff, angst, ceo au, celebrity au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers

WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)

NOTE: was deciding on doing a new update based on mc hanging with each boy then hanging with them, then the drama happens, and no more to say 🙂

TAGLIST (OPEN) : @parapiop7 @an-ever-angry-bi @softforyoongles @thenaverse @chansatlan @juju-227592 @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @reallysparklychaos @namjooncrabs @savagemickey03

“I didn’t really expect you to come.”

Your eyes met Jin’s from across the room as he was led by your maid, his footsteps having echoed in the house that alerted you of his arrival.

“Considering the fact Jimin and Yoongi’s careers are at stake, I kind of had to,” Jin said, unbuttoning his blazer to comfortably sit on your couch in front of. “But, I know we aren’t exactly the easiest people to be with.”

“You think?” You looked at him underneath your lashes before letting out a chuckle, closing your script and placing it on the table in front of you. You leaned back and gave him a look. “Now, why are you here?”

“I wanted to apologize.” You could see the way he was holding in his fidgeting, but you were him in every scenario and recognized the signs almost instantly. He never had a reason to apologize. “I know that Jimin and Yoongi’s careers are at stake, yes, but instead of them giving you attitude, they should express their gratitude since you chose to date us so nothing will be exposed.”

You stayed quiet and he maintained his composure. “You know,” you started, “I don’t really mind them giving me attitude. Yoongi hasn’t given me attitude at all. But, I’ve had my fair share of people like that in this industry.” He eyed your every movement as your soft gaze hardened. “The one thing I hate the most is listening to Jimin accuse me of being a spoiled brat.” He nodded in agreement. “Not only that, but also listening to him yap about how the allegations against me are true.”

“I get i—”

“No, Jin, you don’t,” you cut him off, using the same motion you used on Namjoon to quiet him down. “You’re here because you know if I leave this agreement, your reputation and careers are ruined. You’re not doing this for me or for you. You’re doing it for them.”

“I truly do mean it, though, Y/n.” The sternness in Jin’s voice made you eye him to see if you can find a hint of playfulness or anything. He truly was serious. “Look, I know what it’s like to have allegation after allegation because I breathe. I get it. I can’t imagine, though, being in your shoes and being put in a situation where you have to date other people so your reputation won’t go to shambles.”

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, unbeknownst to you making him look at your chest. Jin immediately looked away once you turned to look at him.

“I don’t mind fake dating you guys,” you clarified. “At all. Jimin and I have history together because he was being an asshole to those around him for no reason and nothing excuses it.”

“Did you really slap him?” Jin questioned, arching an eyebrow as he got comfortable in your couch. You snorted and nodded.

“This agreement, though, was for both of us,” you continued on with the previous conversation. “Us. Me dating you is beneficial because your fans love you and know you wouldn’t choose this bully for nothing. You dating me is beneficial because your workers who have those videos won’t use it against you if you’re dating me, someone they admire. I’m considered the nicest person here and if they know I’m dating you, they’ll trust my judgment.”

“Our fans are really putting us in this predicament, huh?” You chuckled and agreed to his question. He gave you a glance and looked down at his hands. “Y/n, I apologize. Truly. Just me and you. I can’t ask for forgiveness on behalf of Jimin because he chose to use those words, but I can try to have him behave better.”

You smiled at his words. “Again, I respect people who respect me and others. I’ll try to be kind to Jimin, but I will not handle being disrespected.”

“I understand.” He hummed under his breath. His eyes met yours. “Now, I’ll leave you alone. But, please start joining us for dinner every day at 5 PM. It’ll be nice to get to know you.”

“I’ll be there.”

He couldn’t help but smile a bit at seeing your sweet smile—the one that made so many swoon. He bid you a goodbye and took his leave, not before turning to look at you over your shoulder.

“Also,” you turned your head, “I’ll text you the details over the photo shoot we have with you.” Jin suppressed his laugh at eyeing your confused expression. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”

You rapidly shook your head. “Of course not! I’m excited for it.”

“I’ll text you.”

“How was it?”

Jin looked at up at hearing the familiar voice and smiled at Namjoon. “She agreed.” A look of relief spread on Namjoon’s face. “If Jimin behaves.”

Namjoon nodded and gestured his head to the side towards where Jimin and everyone sat. “Made him remember we needed her so his and Yoongi’s video won’t get exposed.” Jin looked.

“You know Jimin doesn’t do well with changes,” he reminded, his eyes awaiting to meet the man’s eyes from where he stood. “Doesn’t give him an excuse, though, to be exactly what the video is showing.”

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Namjoon recommended, bumping his shoulder against his to push him a bit forward. “They all listen to you much better.”

Jin nodded and went to stand by the 5, who were talking amongst themselves, especially Jimin and Taehyung. Jin gave Jimin a soft glare.

“I thought we had gone over your attitude towards Y/n when we last saw her, Jimin,” Jin said, giving him a stern look intertwined with one of gentleness. “I know you two don’t get along but it doesn’t mean you starting every single argument that makes her so annoyed.”

“I don’t know how you want me to get along with a woman who slapped me,” Jimin retorted back with an attitude and a scoff.

“The woman who slapped you because you made her agent cry and her co-worker?” Jin glanced at Namjoon to make sure he was right, but he was greeted with a shrug that had him immediately continue. “Cry?” Jimin looked away. “I get you felt embarrassed, but you need to be careful with your anger, Jimin, before more videos are created.”

“I’m trying,” Jimin mumbled.

“I know you are.” Jin placed a hand on top of his. “And we’re all so proud of you, but there’s appropriate and inappropriate. Your anger is inappropriate in circumstances where people are trying to talk to you. When they overstep or anything, that’s when you deem it as appropriate and you can use however you want.”

“Did Y/n agree to come back?” Jimin asked, looking away rather sassily and with attitude that had Jin jerk back with shock.

“Yes.” Jimin nodded along. “She said she’ll be just as rude back if you’re going to keep giving her that attitude.” Jin grabbed the cup Taehyung handed him and took a pic. “You need to personally talk with her and see what you two can come up with as a truce.”

“Do I have to?” Jimin breathed out.

“Considering the fact the poor woman got attacked hard for no reason, I’m saying you should speak with her.” Jimin dropped his head back to rest on your chair. “You need to get to know her.”

Jimin sighed and softly, slowly, nodded his head.

“I’ll go tomorrow.” He took a sip of his drink. “I’m dipping, though. I can’t imagine being that nice.”

“Jimin.”

“You want me to stay longer?” Jimin gaped almost dramatically as if he had just heard the worst news in his life—they were to him.

During the years you two have crossed paths, you always, always, mumbled insults of one another under your breaths loud enough for the other to hear. You would always hear “annoying” or “brat” coming from him and he would hear “asshole” and “idiot” coming from you. Your meetings now aren’t even considered the worst in your guys’ eyes. It was always an argument whenever you would see each other in events and the words were worse than now. So, for him to apologize and not be able to dip, he couldn’t fathom that.

“Yes, Jimin.” Jin let out a breathy chuckle at seeing Jimin’s facial expression. “Look, it won’t be heartfelt if you just leave before you can hear her forgive you or not.”

“Hell no.”

Latibule Spinoff: Elysian

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: if this ain't the most unserious hiatus ever XD

Masterlist, Part IV of __

“If you know in one glimpse it’s legendary…what we thought was for all time was momentary…”

You tilted your head to the side as you watched the young man mumbled the lyrics to a song, his head resting on his forearm on the table. He was holding the glass of soju on his other. His voice had a certain melodic tone in it, and you were certain that he could be a singer had he wanted to. But now, he was a man that was too drunk to sit straight.

“Still alive killing time at the cemetery. Never quite buried…”

You blinked from your seat across him before turning to the doctor beside you who was busy grilling meat. Kim Seokjin appeared to not be bothered by how his brother was acting, only flashing you a smile when he saw you looking at him. He added another one on the pile of grilled meat he kept on placing on your plate. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s was almost gone and Seokjin still prioritized your plate over his.

You leaned closer, your voice barely a whisper amidst the din of the restaurant. "Is he going to be okay?" you asked, your gaze never leaving Jungkook's slouched form as he continued to sing. The noise inside the tented restaurant made it harder for him to hear you. It was like he wasn’t thinking too hard for the first time since you came barging in his life as he leaned down his head to hear you, his ear almost touching your lips from his proximity.

This seemed right, he thought, to be near you. It was like he was finally following his urges, letting his control slip for just a little for you.

And for the second time that night, your heart beat so loud it was a miracle that he couldn’t hear it, or that you didn’t go into cardiac arrest.

“Hmm?”

You cleared your throat before repeating your question. “He’s singing Taylor Swift’s new song. The album only came out this morning and it seems like he already memorized it…Is he okay?”

Seokjin looked up to watch his brokenhearted brother who was now unstealthily stealing meat from your plate, unaware of both your eyes on him. “Talking rings and talking cradles………I wish I could unrecall-“

Jungkook sniffed before eating the meat. It would have been hilarious to watch the tears falling from his eyes as he chewed, except that he looked like a child that was abandoned by the way his lips were pouted. The tattoos and the lip piercing did nothing to make him less endearing. You thought he was really just a charming person. But now he was just sad, as though he lost something he could never get back.

“-how we almost had it all.”

And then cue the endless tears.

Seokjin sighed, his eyes trained on the younger man he claimed to have raised on his own since he was thirteen. It was rare to see him cry. He always toughed it out, always had this innate need to prove himself to his older brothers despite the repeated assurance they gave him that they were tough so he wouldn’t need to. But he was stubborn. And in turn, he became a hardened man, a no-nonsense CEO and a violent leader of the underworld.

Well, until he married her. Suddenly, the sun seemed to have finally shone on his world. Seokjin could remember how happy and giddy Jungkook looked when he put the ring on her finger. He could remember how excited he was to come home to her everyday, even going as far as telling them how wonderful she was, or that cute thing she did for him, or how her cooking was the best he ever had.

Spoiler alert, though, she was the worst cook. She didn’t know that there was a distinct difference between a sugar and a salt, and no, just because they looked the same didn’t mean that they tasted the same.

See what love did to Jeon Jungkook, the pickiest person when it came to food?

Well, until she left.

“It’s not his birthday today,” Seokjin finally answered. “And eat. You’re far too thin.”

“Excuse me! I’m not!”

“Uhuh,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “Are you even eating three times a day?”

“Wh- well. N-no! Who has the time?” you sputtered, cheeks warming up from the attention you were getting from him.

He raised his brows at that before pointedly looking at your plate, making a mental note to ensure that your schedule from now on wouldn’t be so tight that you forgot to eat. Or better yet, he would personally visit the head of your department to berate him for not ensuring your well-being!

“And what do you mean that it’s not his birthday?”

 “It’s his wedding anniversary today.”

Huh? Your eyes automatically went to his ring finger, only to find a tattoo that you didn’t notice before. It was a name. You thought that he must have been so in love to have permanently etched his wife’s name on his skin. However, another question popped in your mind.

“Then why is he here instead of with her?”

“She left her more than a year ago. He doesn’t know where she is right now.”

Your heart went out to the young man. He seemed to be so heartbroken evident from his tears and the sadness in his doe eyes. He was too young to be this sad, you thought. Seokjin’s eyes were on you as you looked at Jungkook. You were so soft, he thought. You wore your emotions on your sleeves, genuine concern etched on your face and he couldn’t help but marvel at your capacity for compassion despite only meeting him today.

“That’s so sad. No wonder he’s crying his heart out,” you mumbled, reaching out to pat the younger man’s broad back in display of silent support. “I don’t know how anyone can carry it.”

He nodded, “I don’t think I’ll ever have to know.”

You blinked owlishly at his statement. And when you turned to him, his eyes were dark. He was now looking at the glass of soju, twirling the liquid contents slowly.

“Why?” you asked what you shouldn’t have.

He smirked before drinking. His movements were languid before turning his dark and cold eyes to you. “Because, sunshine, I don’t think I have it in me to allow my wife to leave me.”

That should have been your first warning.

And to Kim Seokjin, that was his first warning to himself.

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He didn’t avoid you. No.

But for the following week, he was distant. He smiled at you when he saw you, but other than that, he did not engage. He greeted you when you greeted him, but other than that, he claimed to have an urgent appointment every time.

See, one step forward was two steps backward when it came to him, you thought. And perhaps, it was for the better. Had this progressed beyond a harmless crush, you would have been hurt. You would only bring him down with you. So for the next days, you threw yourself at work, saying yes to whatever assistance your colleagues needed, even going as far as offering your help to their research.

What? It was an overtime which equated to overtime pay!

That was what you reasoned to yourself, and nope, it was not because you were avoiding excess time to think about that handsome doctor.

Perhaps, what deviated in your work was the amount of free meals the department was getting. It even came to the point was when you didn’t go out of the office for lunch, the department head himself went in and demanded you to eat. You were confused as you followed him out and wondered why he looked a bit terrified. Other than that, you week was calm.

This was good, you convinced yourself as you waited in line for your turn to order, less time with him meant that whatever crush you had for him would die a natural death. You certainly weren’t hurt that your last interaction meant nothing to him when he claimed to have wanted you there with him. You nodded to yourself as you thought that Seokjin looked like a walking heartbreak just waiting to happen.

“Come on, just admit you like her! Why else would you reallocate the budget to cater the food for their department?!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes at his Doctor Seong-min and his obnoxious voice. The two doctors decided to step out for the afternoon to grab a decent coffee. He shifted impatiently in line, silently willing the people ahead him to order faster so he could physically separate himself from his colleague and escape the conversation. He had yet to forgive him for almost getting the coffee his sunshine got for him.

Wait, what?!

His?

See, this was why he needed coffee!

“I heard our branch in the far province desperately needs a resident surgeon. Maybe you want to transfer there?” he asked quietly, the tone of threat not even hidden as he smiled at the man. The mention of transferring to a far-flung province was a thinly veiled threat, one that Seong-min knew Seokjin was all too capable of carrying out if pushed far enough.

“Damn, dude. Chill. If you don’t like her, just say so. I’m just 307% sure that you do-“

“We can’t have doctors that are bad at math! What do you mean 307%?!-“

“Oh, is it 400% now?” he blinked innocently at the man who was berating him, his voice increasing and his ears reddening from his emotions. It was fun to see him like this, Seong-min noted. He was always calm and collected even in the face of emergencies. Seokjin seemed to always know what to do in every situation, and now, one mention of your name and he became like this.

With a forced smile, Seokjin turned to face Seong-min, his voice low and tinged with frustration. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, though the denial rang hollow even to his own ears.

Seong-min merely chuckled, unfazed by Seokjin's attempt at deflection. "Come on, Jin. It's written all over your face," he teased, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "You can't fool me.”

He glared at him and Seong-min felt a shiver down his spine as though he was facing a dangerous person and not the peace-loving and hardworking doctor he knew since they were in university. “Fine! I just asked because my friend saw Doctor Y/N and asked me to set her up with him! I was just being a good friend to you-“

What?

See, the mention of another man was what finally pushed him to the very edge and he could feel the fragile sanity of his breaking. However, what he didn’t expect from his genius brain was stupidity.

“Seong-min, are you even using your brain? Why would I, the perfect and genius Doctor Kim Seokjin, ever like someone as bland as her? I have taste. And she could never reach my taste in women. She’s not the same stature as me. She’s so far below me that it’s embarrassing to even insinuate that I feel something for her. Besides, I only entertain her because she’s funny-“

Seong-min’s eyes went in front as the line moved, and it was because of you.

With the steaming cup of hot coffee in your hand, you turned to them. You didn’t say anything. You just watched as Seokjin continued his tirade, completely unaware of your presence, adding lashes to your heart and ego.

God, you were so embarrassed. How could you have thought that he was anything but a rich man who looked down at people beneath him? How could he hurt you where it hurts?

“Honestly, the least she could do is to move faraway from me. She’s nothing-“

It was only when Seong-min pushed his shoulder that he finally noticed you and your tear-filled eyes. He blinked repeatedly as though he was just starting to understand of your presence here, that you were not just a figment of his worst nightmare came to life.

He called for you.

He knew he did.

But instead, you stalked away from him as you tried to salvage whatever was left of your dignity.

“Seriously, Seokjin, you’re an idiot,” Seong-min said, shaking his head in disdain. Seokjin had no choice but to agree.

He was the biggest idiot.

thank you, daddy. | m [ksj]

➼ premise. the last time you saw seokjin was when he went off to college and never looked back. uncle kim, a friend of your father who treated you like his own daughter, would complain about his estranged son whenever he came to visit in the new year and got drunk and turned into a pathetic sobbing mess.

that scared the fuck out of you because who knew old people could look so ugly when they’re crying over their child whom they neglected for the most part of his life?

well, that child grew up into a fine young man.

fine enough to afford a sugar baby.

➼ muses. seokjin x reader

➼ genre. ceo au. sugar daddy-baby au. college au. eventual established relationship. eventual housewife!reader. eventual husband!seokjin. eventual parents au.

➼ words. 19k

➼ warnings. 9 year age gap, multiple explicit scenes, innuendos, depictions of breeding kink, bondage, they’re both horny as fuck.

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to say you’ve never given much thought for love, for loving or for being loved—would be a big, utterly fat, fucking lie. the fairytales and happy endings you grew up reading planted stars in your eyes and now you’re blind.

not because of love. fuck, no.

but because the meteor crash lands into your very existence and wipes away all traces of that little girl with starry eyes and a beating heart. in its place, rises a woman from the ashes of what she once was.

hearts are fickle little things. they love and they change their course and they find another sea to fall in love all over again.

not yours though. you keep yours locked up in a pretty little chest with gold ornaments carved into them.

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Best friend corny Jin is the best Jin 🥺

fall into your blu

pairing: seokjin x female reader

summary: “You don’t have to look like Beyoncé for me to be attracted to you.”

genre: friends to lovers; fluff; slow burn? kinda

warnings: there’s like a brief joking mention of booty calls; oc is like securely insecure; not much else really lol

rating: pg

wc: 7.1k

“I’m sorry I can’t… accept… this?” She winced, closing the door behind him. Felt kind of bad for not letting him get more than five feet into her place before shooting him down. She just didn’t want to have this conversation outside her building. Felt worse for referring to his confession as if it were a dirty gym sock.

His face fell. “Why not?” She doesn’t know what he thought would happen in this situation honestly. They’ve been friends for a good few years. Jin’s seen what she’s like when these kinds of things happen. 

“Because I’m not pretty,” she stated plainly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, to her, it was. 

“You are,” he refuted.

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. She consumed enough media and spent enough time around actual pretty people in her lifetime to note the difference.

“You are to me.”

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One day with you

Pairing: Seokjin x gn!reader

Genre: Friends to lovers (kinda not really but yes)

Word count: ~700

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Seokjin and you have been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. You shared countless memories, supported each other through thick and thin, and were always there to lend a listening ear. Little did the two of you know that deep within your hearts, a stronger bond had grown—a secret love that neither of you had confessed.

Life took a sudden turn when Seokjin received his call to duty, and he enlisted in the army to serve his country. It was a difficult time for both of you, as you would be separated for a while. But you promised each other to keep in touch through texts and occasional calls whenever possible.

Your conversations were filled with longing and affection, but neither of you ever explicitly mentioned their feelings for each other. Perhaps the fear of risking your friendship held you both back, or maybe both of you were waiting for the perfect moment to reveal their emotions.

Three long months passed, and you eagerly awaited Seokjin's return, craving his warm presence beside you. Finally, the day arrived when Seokjin was granted a short leave to visit home.

You had just finished a tiring day at work and could not wait to get back home and spend the rest of the night lounging in front of the TV.

As soon as you sat down on the couch the door bell rang making you groan as you got off the soft couch.

As you opened the door, your eyes widened in surprise. There he stood, Seokjin, in his crisp army uniform, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands, a crystal smile covering his face. The sight of him filled you with a mix of joy, relief, and overwhelming love.

"Hello, best friend," Seokjin greeted you, his voice laced with affection and happiness.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself into his waiting arms, wrapping your entire body around him. The familiar scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses, and tears streamed down your face, a mixture of relief, joy, and longing.

"I'm never letting you go," you declared, voice trembling with emotion. You clung tightly to Seokjin, not wanting to release the hold you had on him.

Seokjin held you just as tightly, his embrace conveying all the unspoken words you two had kept hidden for so long. In that moment, you both knew that your love had blossomed beyond the confines of friendship.

With tears of happiness in his eyes, Seokjin whispered into your ear.

"I've missed you more than words can express, Y/n."

You leaned back slightly to gaze into his eyes, your own eyes shining with a mix of emotions.

"I've missed you too, Seokjin. More than you'll ever know."

You stood there, entwined in a heartfelt embrace, cherishing the precious time you had together. Every second felt like a treasure, and you vowed to make the most of it.

Your unspoken love had finally come to the surface, and from that day forward, both of you let your feelings show more and more making the bond between you two even stronger, fueled by the love you had silently carried within your hearts for so long.

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Shadows of doubt pt. 1

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.5K

A/n: I’m totally obsessed with arranged marriage trope rn 🫣🫣🫣 Comment if you want a part two!<3

Part two!

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The day had started like any other, with you and Seokjin living separate lives under the same roof. It had been months since your arranged marriage, and while you both were busy with your respective companies, you had somehow managed to maintain a level of indifference towards each other. It didn't bother you much, as you had grown accustomed to the routine and had your own priorities to attend to.

But today was different. 

Today, you were invited to a family lunch at one of the many upscale clubs, a customary gathering that required you and Seokjin to arrive together. However, as the appointed time neared, Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Your messages and calls went unanswered, leaving you increasingly frustrated and worried. The anticipation and anxiety grew as you tried to reach out to him, but to no avail.

The atmosphere at the family lunch was far from comforting. Seokjin's brother's wife, always one for gossip, took the opportunity to talk you down. She whispered rumors in your ear, insinuating that Seokjin was sleeping around and didn't care for you. As much as you tried to brush off the malicious words, the absence of Seokjin and the unanswered calls only intensified your insecurity.

The lunch dragged on, with aunties constantly reminding you of your apparent inability to keep a man happy. Their comments stung, but you put on a brave face, determined not to let them see your vulnerability. Hours later, Seokjin finally arrived, his charming smile captivating everyone around him. Everyone. Except you.

Although having him near brought you comfort, as the presence of Seokjin acted as a shield against the blood-boiling gossip coming from the women around you. Their judgmental whispers and critical stares had been suffocating you for hours. But with Seokjin by your side, you felt a sense of reassurance and protection.

When it was time to bid farewell to the family, you and Seokjin walked out of the club together. As you made your way to the car, he finally spoke to you, breaking the silence that had persisted between you for months.

"I have to pick up my computer from the office, but I can call my driver for you if you wish to get home sooner," he offered, his eyes briefly locking with yours.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking.

"I'll just ride with you if that's alright," you said, your voice timid, but determined. 

Seokjin lifted his head from his phone, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he gave you a dazzling smile. Opening the passenger's side door, he extended his hand, inviting you to join him.

You sat in the car, completely still, as Seokjin walked around to the driver's side. It was the first time you exchanged more than a simple greeting, and the tension in the air was palpable. As he pulled out onto the road, the weight on your shoulders became too much to bear. You couldn't keep it to yourself any longer.

"Never do this again," you spoke, the words escaping your lips with a mix of frustration and concern. 

Seokjin sharply turned to you, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, but quickly refocused his attention on the road, remembering his duty as the driver. His eyes kept darting between the road and your still profile.

"What are you talking about? Did I do something wrong?" his voice trembled with uncertainty. 

You hated that this was the first substantial conversation you were having with your husband, but you couldn't hold back any longer. It wasn't just about your feelings, it was about maintaining the appearance of a harmonious married couple, especially in high society.

"Never leave me like this, not knowing what's happening or where you are. I am your wife, and while I understand this is a marriage of convenience, we have an image to uphold for our families and society," you explained, your tone firm but not accusatory.

Seokjin's face turned a deep shade of red, embarrassment washing over him without fully understanding why.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I was caught up with a client at the office, and I couldn't leave earlier..." he trailed off, his voice filled with remorse.

Finally, you turned to face him, breaking your statue-like position.

"I understand that you're busy, but finding the time to return even one of my texts or calls to let me know you're occupied with a client would help me immensely. It's not just about me, it's about us," you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing for a connection.

Seokjin nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on you as much as they could be while he drove.

"I'll never do that again, Y/n. You have my word," he assured you, his words carrying a hint of vulnerability. You returned your gaze to the window, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day.

As the car pulled into the driveway, you quickly exited and made your way back to your rooms. The moment your bed came into view, you face-planted onto it, releasing all the frustrations you had held in during the car ride.

"Gosh, he must think I'm an idiot," you mumbled into your pillow before sleep enveloped your exhausted mind.

...

The hours leading up to the ball felt like an eternity, with your eyes constantly shifting between the clock on the wall and the horrendous look book of designs presented to you by a potential client.

The meeting didn't go as planned, and the disappointment weighed heavily on your shoulders. Namjoon, ever the supportive colleague, escorted the client out, leaving you alone in the room.

"Is everything okay, boss?" Namjoon's deep voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes briefly to moisten them.

"Not really, Joon. I have a ball to attend this evening," you grumbled, the prospect of the social event dampening your spirits even further. Namjoon chuckled softly, a gesture that earned him a glare from you.

"I can come with you if you need a plus one," he suggested, a hint of care in his eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time for me."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I have a plus one. I'm married to one, in case you forgot," you said, raising your hand to show him the emerald and gold band adorning your finger. 

"It's just... I don't know how to act around him. We live together and are married, but we hardly speak to each other," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Namjoon stopped typing, fully turning his attention towards you.

"That doesn't sound like a happy marriage," he observed, concern etched on his face.

You sighed, your palms finding solace in tangling through your hair.

"I try, Namjoon. I really do. I'm always texting him about family gatherings and conventions we have to attend. But he rarely responds... Am I foolish for putting in the effort? I'm just trying to make this marriage work, but I often feel so alone in it," you confessed, the weight of your emotions bearing down on you.

"Well, then maybe it's time to stop caring if he doesn't," Namjoon suggested, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked at him, contemplating his words.

"I wish I could, but my mother would bite my head off if I dared to walk into the ball without him by my side," you said with a sigh.

"Maybe, for once, you should do as you wish and not just what your mother expects."

...

The evening arrived, and you attended the ball with Namjoon as your companion. Seokjin was already there, and his eyes caught sight of you and Namjoon walking in together. Your pale pink floor-length gown accentuated your beauty, but the sight of another man beside you twisted something inside Seokjin's stomach.

Seokjin's father also noticed your entrance and couldn't help but ask.

"Who is that man next to Y/n? Why isn't she arriving with you? Is something the matter between you two?"

"Everything is alright, Father. That's only her assistant," Seokjin replied, trying to mask the turmoil in his gaze.

His father scoffed, unimpressed by the explanation.

"One hell of an assistant, holding her like that," he muttered, his suspicion piqued. Seokjin's attention remained fixed on you and Namjoon, the rage building inside him.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Seokjin strode towards the two of you.

"Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone," he said, his gaze never leaving Namjoon.

"Please don't make a scene, Seokjin," you pleaded, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama.

His anger and jealousy shifted momentarily to hurt as he turned to face you.

"Namjoon and I are here on behalf of our company. We have people to talk to," you said, your voice firm as you tugged Namjoon away with you.

Seokjin drowned his frustrations with a few shots of whiskey, but the word "our" suffocated him. You had never referred to anything belonging to both of you as "ours," yet you said it so effortlessly with Namjoon.

...

The night was a flurry of activity as you and Namjoon engaged in conversations with various interested individuals in the business world. As influential figures and potential partners approached, you showcased your expertise and passion, discussing potential collaborations and exchanging ideas. Namjoon, being your trusted assistant, seamlessly assisted you, adding valuable insights and effortlessly charming those around him.

You felt a sense of pride watching Namjoon interact with confidence and grace, his knowledge shining through in every conversation. His presence by your side not only alleviated some of the pressure but also brought a level of comfort that you hadn't anticipated. It was in these moments that you appreciated the support and camaraderie you shared, even if it was purely professional.

While your interactions with Namjoon were seamless, you couldn't help but notice the absence of Seokjin. As the evening progressed, his absence became more pronounced, amplifying the void between you and your husband. It was a stark reminder of the lack of communication and emotional connection that plagued your marriage.

Namjoon, ever perceptive, noticed the wistful longing in your eyes as you gazed at the dancing couples. Concern etched on his face, he gently approached you, his voice filled with genuine care.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked, his tone gentle yet urging. He wanted you to confront your feelings, to acknowledge the void that had been growing within you.

You took a deep breath, appreciating Namjoon's willingness to listen.

"I miss love... I miss Seokjin..." you admitted softly, the words carrying the weight of your unspoken desires.

A knowing smile tugged at Namjoon's lips as he reassured you.

"I've noticed Seokjin does too, Y/N. He's been watching you the entire night, even when you weren't aware of it."

Surprise flickered across your face. You hadn't realized that Seokjin had been observing you, his gaze fixated on you amidst the crowd. It was a revelation that sparked a mix of hope and apprehension within you.

Namjoon's voice was filled with encouragement as he spoke.

"Y/N, he is your husband, and I believe he likes you more than you realize. I'm sure if you approach him and express your desire to dance, he won't pass up the opportunity, especially when you look as beautiful as you do tonight."

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and a genuine smile graced your lips.

"Have I ever told you what a great friend you are, Joonie?"

Namjoon chuckled softly.

"Actions speak louder than words ever could. Now go, Y/N. Take a chance and talk to Seokjin. Trust me, it's worth it."

Though fear and uncertainty lingered in your heart, Namjoon's unwavering support provided the push you needed. With newfound determination, you straightened your posture and mustered the courage to approach Seokjin, who was engaged in conversation with the new investors.

As you weaved through the crowd, anticipation coursed through your veins. You hoped that Namjoon's observations were accurate, that Seokjin had been longing for a connection just as much as you had. The thought emboldened you, dispelling the doubts that threatened to hold you back.

Seokjin turned his head, his eyes meeting yours as you finally stood before him. A mix of surprise and warmth washed over his features, and you saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze. Without a word, you extended your hand, silently conveying your unspoken desire.

His eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took your hand in his.

Seokjin, understanding the significance of the moment, takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. His eyes trace the curves of your dress, the way it hugs your figure perfectly. He can't help but smile, realizing that he hasn't given you a proper compliment tonight.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I can't believe I didn't say it sooner."

You can't help but giggle at his words, feeling warmth spread through your chest. His compliment feels genuine, and it sparks lightness in your heart that you hadn't felt in a long time. It's as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you find yourself opening up to the possibility of a renewed connection.

Seokjin takes a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, as he musters the courage to ask, "How is your night going, Y/N?"

You share with him the excitement of the new interest you and Namjoon are receiving from other socialites. The conversations, the connections—it's all been invigorating, and you can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity.

Seokjin's smile widens as he congratulates you. "That's wonderful, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Seokjin. It's all Namjoon. He's the main attraction tonight."

Seokjin's gaze intensifies as he stares at you intently.

"I'd dare to disagree," he says, his voice filled with a newfound conviction. "You've always been the one who captivates everyone's attention, including mine."

The sincerity in his words takes you by surprise, and your heart skips a beat. It's as if your heart is ready to open itself up with all of the vulnerability that has held you back for so long, now catalyzing the reaction.

...

With the bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk, their vibrant colors filling your office with a touch of beauty, Namjoon walks in and spots them. He smiles warmly and congratulates you on the surprise delivery. All you can do is smile back, your mind filled with Seokjin.

You've had many relationships filled with grand gestures and passionate love, but receiving flowers from your husband, even in the midst of your estranged relationship, feels like a sign of acceptance and a glimmer of hope.

As the workday comes to an end, you return home and notice Seokjin's shoes by the door. It's a rare sight these days, as your schedules often kept you apart. The thought of both of you being home simultaneously sparks a sense of anticipation within you.

A sense of unease washes over you when your cleaner pulls you aside with a concerned expression on her face. She shares with you that Seokjin had returned home earlier, appearing visibly upset and tired. She mentions that he seemed to be in a foul mood and advised you to be careful when approaching him.

A mix of worry and curiosity fills your mind as you thank the cleaner for her honesty. Deciding to seize the opportunity, you make two cups of tea, carefully selecting the blend that Seokjin has always favored. The comforting aroma fills the kitchen, reminding you of the first moments you shared in the past, when the two of you were still trying to appease each other.

Seokjin's gaze lifts from the papers on his desk as he sees you standing at the doorway of his study. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he adjusts his glasses, and you can't help but notice how handsome he looks with them.

"Hi," you greet him, your voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope. "I made you some tea."

A hint of surprise flickers across Seokjin's face before he sets aside his work and gestures for you to come in. "Well, do come in," he says warmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You step into his study, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Taking a few steps closer, you carefully place the cup in his hands, cautioning him to be careful as you remind him that it's hot.

Seokjin's fingers curl around the warm cup and he places it on the table, and he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you, Y/n. This is greatly appreciated."

You look around for a place to sit untill you find yourself wrapped in Seokjin's strong embrace, comfortably settled on his lap. The closeness between you ignites a flicker of familiarity and intimacy that you had been yearning for. As he relaxes against you, placing his head at the conjucture of your shoulder and neck, you feel a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

As you run your fingers through Seokjin's hair, a sense of tenderness and understanding fills the air. You can feel the weight of his burdens slowly easing as he finds solace in your touch. The worries and stress of the outside world seem to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet moment.

You continue to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. The rhythm of your movements becomes a silent lullaby, calming not only Seokjin but also bringing a sense of peace within yourself. The bond between you feels tangible, as if you're reminding each other of the love that exists beneath the surface.

After a while, Seokjin lifts his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. 

"Thank you, Y/n," he whispers softly. "Having you here, reminding me that I'm not alone, it means more than words can express."

A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against Seokjin's forehead. 

"You're never alone, Seokjin. I'm here for you, always."

Seokjin's arms tighten around you, embracing you with a renewed sense of warmth and affection.

"Seokjin, why don't you go to bed? You've been working so hard, and you deserve some rest." you gently suggest, feeling the weight of Seokjin's exhaustion.

Seokjin looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. He nods, realizing that he needs a break from the demanding world outside. Slowly, you both rise from his lap, your hands still intertwined, and make your way towards his bedroom.

“Stay with me tonight” he pleads you looking at you like you are only star in a dark night sky, his eyes almost filling with tears. You nod silently and give his hand a squeeze.

You slip under the covers beside Seokjin, keeping a safe distance as to not cross a line.

“Is it okay if I come closer?” his voice wavers and all you feel is full-hearted respect coming from him. You wished that you didn’t need to tip toe around each other but the truth was that there was a long way to go, but both of you were willing to get there.

Before he could move closer you curled up against his side your presence bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to Seokjin, melting away the stress and worries that have been weighing him down. The world outside fades into insignificance as you create a cocoon of tranquility within the confines of his bedroom.

Seokjin's tired eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of gratitude, love, and vulnerability. 

"Thank you, Y/n," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. "You have no idea what having you here…my wife … means to me”

You smile tenderly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I know Seokjin.”

He places his hand gently on your cheek and softly kisses your forehead, lips soft as silk remind you of your wedding day and the first, and only, kiss you’ve shared.

As you both surrender to the embrace of sleep, the weight of the day dissipates, and a serene calm washes over you. Wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, your minds drift into a realm of dreams and possibilities.

Shadows of doubt pt. 2

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort.

Word count: 3.4K

A/n: Sorry for the long wait but the second part is finally here! It’s exam season at my uni right now so i didn’t have much time to write:// Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it (and even if you didn’t enjoy it! It helps me learn:))

Shadows of doubt pt. 1, Unmasked lies (set after events of Shadows of doubt pt. 2)

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Sparkly sunlight danced across your office mingling on a fresh bouquet of tulips adorning your desk.

Life just couldn’t get any better. You currently felt on top of the world with your marriage finally mending itself day by day due to an emotional connection between your husband and you.

Not only was your marriage on the highest cloud but your company has taken off as well. New customers signing contracts and investing huge amounts of money into your delicate visions.

Today’s contract with the Min’s has set a milestone in your company’s record worth celebrating.

An idea of a big party to welcome your new clients as well as celebrate your hard work popped into your mind and the first person you wanted to share it with was your loving husband.

With a joyful smile on your face, you picked up your phone and dialled Seokjin's number.

As the phone rang, anticipation built up inside you. Each ring seemed to stretch on for an eternity until finally he answered, or so you thought…

“Seokjin you won’t believe what happened today!” your voice was filled with excitement.

“Oh, Y/n, Seokjin is busy right now, is there anything you’d like me too pass on to him” a velvet soprano of none other but Seokjin’s assistant Yuri made the corners of your lips fall.

“I see…… well could you let him know that my company is having a celebration this evening? It will be held at the grand palaces of Yang‘s” the previous excitement had fizzled out of your tone.

"I'll inform him, Y/n, but he is very busy today" Yuri's voice was distant as she replied, with an undertone of mockery, which made your stomach twist with a strange emotion.

How could you even begin to describe the woman named Yuri. She was one of the richest heiresses’ in Korea, but had chosen a job of an assistant secretary to Kim Seokjin before you had the chance to know him as your arranged husband.

She was undoubtedly gorgeous with a slim figure, long black hair that contrasted her porcelain like white skin and big beautiful eyes. All of the aunties praised her for her good looks, even if her manners didn’t shine as bright as her outside.

You had never cared for her until the marriage. You had known of Yuri’s and Seokjin’s alleged romance, there was a rumour saying that Yuri and Seokjin were sleeping together and even planned to marry which most believed to be true. Although such rumours were spread a few years before your marriage it didn’t stop everyone from mentioning it to you after the wedding.

For the first half of the marriage you had believed that Seokjin and Yuri were still in a secret relationship seeing as the two of you never engaged in a conversation, let alone anything physical. But now you were completely content with your marriage and trusted your husband more than anyone else.

You also wanted to trust Yuri, feeling as you could have misunderstood the woman you had never met, but you could not let yourself. There was something about her tone that you disliked as she spoke to you and most importantly she never called you in a polite manner always using your name, which at first surprised you until you remembered the kind of attitude she carried.

You sat back in your chair letting your face relax and get rid of the tension. You had a party to get ready for and you wanted to look perfect as a pink diamond for your husband.

As the evening arrived and the party commenced, your excitement began to wane. Seokjin was nowhere to be seen, and your worry only grew with each passing minute. You glanced at your phone, hoping for a missed call or a message from him, but it remained silent, only your unread messages and unanswered calls covering the screen.

You nervously pulled your lip between your teeth which made Namjoon pull on your arm slightly.

“Stop that before you bite it open” Namjoon was painfully aware of your anxious behaviour, low voice expressing care. “What’s on your mind?”

“Sorry it’s just… Seokjin is not here. And he’s not picking up my calls or answering my messages… I'm starting to get really worried. What if something happened to him?”

"Y/n, I'm sure he's only running late and there is nothing to worry about." Namjoon's eyes narrowed with concern as he observed your growing distress.

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that everything was fine, but deep down, anxiety continued to gnaw at you. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

As the hours passed, the celebration went on without Seokjin's presence. Your heart sank, and you excused yourself from the crowd, retreating into a quiet corner of the venue.

Feeling the weight of the situation, you pulled out your phone once again, desperately hoping for a response from Seokjin. But as you scrolled through her messages and call logs, disappointment and worry etched across your face.

“Either he is ignoring me on purpose or he is over working himself again” a sad sign left your lips.

You went back into the venue and quickly found Namjoon among the crowd.

“Joonie I’m going to go look for Seokjin will you manage to wrap up the party alone?”

“Of course boss, no problem. Oh and be careful I think it’s raining!” Namjoon set you off with one of his dazzling smiled and a cute wave which you returned quickly leaving the party.

You made your way to Seokjin’s offices without a hitch. When you spotted his car in the garage anger flowed through you and you were ready to scold him the second you saw him for working so hard.

At this point you didn’t even care that he missed your party and was ignoring you for the whole day, you cared about his health that was thinning every day more and more.

When you exited the lift at his floor you could barely make out the way to his door as the lights were out everywhere.

But there was a faint glow coming from Seokjin’s office.

Peering into Seokjin's office, you saw him sitting at a table in candle light, engrossed in conversation with his Yuri. They were having dinner together and his hand was covering hers on the table while the other rubbed her shoulder that was engulfed by the jacket you had designed for him not even a week ago.

The scene shattered your heart into a million pieces. The pain of betrayal overwhelmed you, leaving you breathless. All his sweet words and reassurances that you had believed erased themselves from your brain, leaving you with anything but distrust in the man.  

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned away, you could no longer look at the way his eyes looked into hers softly.

Wordlessly you straightened up and walked back to your car, feeling a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and betrayal.

With each step the gold band around your finger became heavier and solidified the determination within you.

You knew what you had to do.

Returning home, you quickly packed your belongings, each item a painful reminder of the shattered love you were growing for so long. Tears were streaming down your face as you made the decision to leave this home, to distance yourself from the pain that now consumed you whole.

In the midst of your heart-wrenching pain, you sought a safe place in the comforting presence of your dear friend Namjoon. Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto his shoulder, finding a safe haven in his embrace.

Namjoon, understanding the depth of your sorrow, held you tightly, his voice soothing and gentle.

"Y/n, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you, always. Let it all out."

Through your sobs, you managed to speak, your voice choked with anguish as Namjoon led you inside his apartment.

"Namjoon, I can't believe this is happening. How could he betray me like this?" you cried out, feeling your heart physically breaking you gnawed at your chest with your hands.

Namjoon's soothing voice washed over you as he gently held your hands from hurting yourself further.

"I know, Y/n, you don’t deserve this."

Your cries grew louder, the pain piercing through every fibre of your being. Namjoon's caring gaze met yours as he stood from the couch to retreat a bottle of calming pills from his room.

“Here take these, they’ll help you calm down” he handed you two pills and a glass of water but you were shaking so much you couldn’t hold the glass in your hands. Before it could slip out of your grip Namjoon caught it carefully in his hands and helped you drink from it like you were a toddler.

As the medication began to take effect, a sense of calm washed over you. Your cries subsided, and the weight on your chest lessened. Namjoon stayed by your side, ensuring you were comfortable and safe.

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Seokjin stepped through the front door of his home, exhaustion etched on his face. The maid, startled by his sudden arrival, approached him with a concerned expression.

"Mr. Kim, where did Mrs. Kim go? She left a few hours ago with her bags" the maid informed him, her voice laced with worry.

Seokjin's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you talking about?  Y/n left? Did she say anything?"

The maid shook her head.

"I'm afraid not, sir. She seemed distraught, and she didn't respond when I asked her where she was going. She just left without a word."

Panic coursed through Seokjin's veins as he quickly pulled out his phone, dialling your number and sending frantic text messages. But there was no response, only an eerie silence that hung in the air.

His voice trembled with a mix of confusion and desperation as he muttered to himself, "Why would she leave without saying anything? What happened? Y/n, please answer me…"

With each passing moment, Seokjin's worry grew, and a heavy weight settled in his chest. The thought of you leaving, consumed his mind. He could no longer fathom the idea of a life without you, and the mere possibility sent him into a state of despair.

He continued to call and text, pleading for a response, hoping against hope that you would answer and provide some explanation. But the silence persisted, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.

"I need to find her," Seokjin murmured to himself pulling at his hair out of frustration, his voice filled with determination. "I can't let her slip away like this without an explanation."

With a resolute expression, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house, determined to track you down, to confront you for leaving without saying anything to him.

That’s how Seokjin found himself standing in front of Namjoon's apartment in the pouring rain, his body shivering from the cold and his heart heavy with pain.

He quickly knocked on the door praying to all the gods that you’re inside.

And his prayers are answered when you open the door. A small smile appears on his face but not for long as you reach for the door closing it again.

Seokjin reacts quickly reaching his hand out and stopping the door from closing.

"Y/n, please, let’s talk" he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

"Seokjin, I don't want to talk to you" you said, your voice laced with pain.

Confusion washed over him.

"What? Why? Why did you leave?" He struggled to catch his breath, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"Just go, Seokjin. We can talk tomorrow at the attorney's office" you replied, your voice trembling, eyes casted to the ground.

His heart sank at the mention of the attorney's office.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'll end your misery and divorce you, so you and Yuri can be happy together" you said, your words filled with a mix of hurt and anger.

Seokjin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? No, no, no. What are you saying? What does Yuri have to do with this?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, your voice trembling with pain.

"Seokjin, I saw you. The both of you. Tonight. I was at your office."

"You were at my office?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes, I was looking for you like a fool because I got worried for my husband when you didn't come to my party, only to find you two basically on top of each other in an empty office, having dinner in the candle light" you explained, your voice breaking as your eyes once again welled with tears.

"Party? Y/n, what party? What are you talking about?" Seokjin asked, his voice filled with confusion.

"I called Yuri today, and she was supposed to tell you about it" you said, your voice filled with disappointment, still believing he purposefully missed your event.

"Oh..." Seokjin's voice trailed off as he began to understand the situation. Why Yuri was so adamant about finishing a new deal today, why she asked him for advice on her relationship and why she burrowed his phone earlier in the day.

"Seokjin, I don't care anymore, okay?" you said, your voice filled with resignation.

"Y/n, please! I had no idea about the party" Seokjin pleaded, desperation evident in his voice.

"Stop lying to me. I called Yuri, and she was-" you said, your voice quivering with emotion.

“Well she didn’t! She lied to me too!” Seokjin finally yelled out, unable to control his emotions.

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to his words, knowing that this situation was definitely ruined by Yuri and not Seokjin.

"But it still doesn't explain the two of you having dinner together."

A scene of the two popped into your mind again, still as fresh, still as painful.

Seokjin took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Yuri said that she got dumped by her fiancé, and she needed a shoulder to cry on… Y/n, I would never as much as look at another woman with such intentions. You are my wife, and you are the only one. There was never another option. It was always you. Ever since my father said your name, ever since I saw you, it was you and you only. If divorcing me will make you happier you can do it but just know that you are my first and only wife and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy even if it means cutting my heart into pieces and letting you go I’ll do it, but not without putting up a fight. I’m not going to let you go easily without having shown you how much i can love, without being the husband i have dreamed of being for you since day one, without giving you all the things and all the love you deserve."

His words pierced through your pain, and for a moment, you saw the raw vulnerability in his eyes.

Your eyes cleared, and all you saw was a young boy in front of you who had been suffering just as much as you had, drenched in rain and shaking from the cold, his lips turning blue, eyes teary and earnest.

“Y/n I only love you. I love you.” His eyebrows knitted together, tears mixing with rain droplets on his cheeks as the silence coming from your side made his heart ache with every beat it took.

“Come in you must be freezing” your voice was gentle and warm, unlike before, which let Seokjin relax as your hand circled his arm.

Namjoon appeared in the doorway, his expression angry and protective, hands set in front of his chest. Even you had to agree he looked scary and turned your gaze at Seokjin who was looking down barely lifting his eyes at the larger man.

"I'm sorry to intrude" Seokjin murmured, feeling small in front of the tall and furious Namjoon.

“Joonie please give him some dry clothes while I make tea” you eyed Namjoon reaching out to touch his arm and bring his death glare away from your husband.

He finally looks at you and nods his head letting out a sign.

You went to make the tea, leaving the two men alone. Namjoon tossed Seokjin some dry clothes, his voice filled with a mix of sternness and concern.

"I know that you love her. But no matter how many flowers and gifts you send her or how many times you say it to her, it won't fix what you've broken today. She might not hate you anymore, but the damage is done. And this kind of damage you can’t fix with an expensive pair of earrings or a shiny car.”

Seokjin's eyes met Namjoon's, and he nodded solemnly.

"I understand.”

“Show up for her. Emotionally. Gift her flowers from my own hands, take her out, hold her hand. Be present with her if you really want to make a change."

Seokjin nodded, his gaze intense.

“I will. I can’t afford to lose the only person that matters to me.” His eyes looked down at the wedding band adorning his finger.

"Good. Fight for her, Seokjin. Show her the love and commitment she deserves and it’ll be smooth sailing from then on." Namjoon’s hand connected with Seokjin’s shoulder and he lost balance from the impact for a second but Namjoon only smirked at the older man.

As you returned with the tea, the room was filled with a comfortable silence that let you take a deep breath finally feeling content after the hectic day.

“Here have some” you handed Seokjin the cup and passed another to Namjoon, silently thanking him for being nice with Seokjin.

You sat beside Seokjin on the couch ad brushed your hand through his still damp hair.

You looked at each other eyes filled with love and care, today’s shadows dissipating from your hearts as you finally opened yourselves to one another.

Seokjin cuddled up to you and quickly succumbed to sleep. Before your mind could escape to the dream world you felt a blanket being placed on top of you two and opened your eyes to see the man without who you wouldn’t have been able to really know your husband.

“Thank you” you smiled softly at your friend and he returned your smile, happy to finally see you fulfilled, cheeks rosy and your husband nestled perfectly into your chest clutching you close like a small child would.

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Seokjin's warm presence next to you filled you with a sense of comfort and contentment. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the room, adding a touch of magic to the dark atmosphere.

His eyes glistened with emotion, and you can't help but be captivated by his gaze.

“Everything okay?” your eyes meet his in the unlit room, only moonlight illuminating his delicate features.

“Everything’s perfect. I love you Y/n” he smiles staring deeply into your eyes.

Your palm finds his cheek and caresses it softly and without wasting another second you lean in and place a sweet kiss on his plump lips.

“I love you too Seokjin” you look into his eyes seeing tears of joy appearing in them reflecting the depth of his emotions. His smile widens, radiating happiness and love.

“But I love you more”

As he leans in to kiss you again, the air fills with a sense of playfulness. His sweet gesture makes you giggle, an expression of pure delight escaping your lips. In this moment, the world fades away, and all that matters is the love shared between the two of you.

You continue to embrace each other, cherishing the love that binds you together. In the quiet darkness of the room, your hearts beat as one, and the promise of beautiful days ahead fills the air.

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Unmasked lies - drabble

Shadows of doubt drabble

Pairing: Seokjin x f!reader, Seokjin x Yuri

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff.

Word count: ~700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seokjin's tired expression hardened, his gaze unwavering.

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

Yuri's eyes widened in disbelief.

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

Seokjin remained unmoved, his voice firm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shadows of doubt Masterlist^^

Shadows of doubt pt. 1

Shadows of doubt pt. 2

Unmasked lies - drabble

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.” 

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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. 

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. 

𝑷𝒐𝒗: 𝑩𝒇!𝑩𝑻𝑺 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 (𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆)

Synopsis: The BTS boys end up mistaking a thermometer for a pregnancy test and think they're going to be dads

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Do I do the maknae line part?

I hope you liked it, sorry for any mistakes💜

Moon: Seokjin

Part 1 of I Miss You

pairing: partner!kim seokjin x gn!reader

what's inside: Seokjin distracts you from your game to bring you a present :)

warnings: none!

word count: 397

a/n: I've been working on a few small pieces that I'm calling my "I miss you" collection :) this one has finally made it out of the google drive, and I hope that there will be many more to come! (the one with jimin is going to throttle me for not releasing that one first 😂) moon divider below by @strangergraphics

posted July 2024 (also on ao3)

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” A knock on your door accompanies the trilling voice. 

You send a questioning “mm?” back at the door without taking your eyes off of your game. The door gently creaks open and your partner Seokjin slips inside. You feel him place something soft on your lap and see him turn his attention to your game out of the corner of your eye. He’s quiet for a moment as you continue playing before straightening up and pointing at your character.

“Oh! Is this the game you were telling me about? The one with the Disney characters where some of them are trying to take over the world?” He asks. 

You make a slightly distracted affirmative noise and nod again while maneuvering your character into the next frame of the game. A slow blinking logo in the bottom corner lets you know you’ve reached a save point. You look away from the game and up at Seokjin, who currently seems mesmerized by the bright colors of the game.

He looks particularly soft today, his dark hair fluffy and wearing his favorite pink hoodie. You should really snag it the next time he takes it off. It’s so comfy and he has plenty of other options. But it does look so good on him. Hmm maybe you should “borrow” it tonight. He looks down at you and meets your gaze with a slight questioning look in his eye and a small smile on his face as if he knows what you’re plotting. 

“Nice memory,” you chuckle before dropping your hands in your lap. The softness of something in your lap startles you before you remember why he actually came into the room. You look down and drop your controller as you register the stuffed whale in your lap. Purple, of course, and probably twice the length of your hands. 

“JIN THIS IS SO CUTE” you squeal, gathering the soft, squishy stuffed animal into your arms to give it a hug. 

“It made me think of you,” you hear him say, and you look up to see a slight glistening in his eyes. A glistening soon matching the one growing in yours. You’re just a bunch of saps apparently.

Still holding the whale, you extract yourself from your gaming setup and deliver the biggest hug you can muster to the taller man. Whale and all.

thanks for reading!! I have a playlist for this group of stories that I'm not sure how to share quite yet, but I'll sleuth it out :)

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