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danger | ksj x reader chapter one: good girl
summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.
pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 1 of 2)
rating: 18+
genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin
warnings: hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture
Chapter 01 | 02
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Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to you? Am I easy to you? Are you playing with me? You are in danger now Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me? Don’t get me twisted
– BTS, “Danger”
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“Excuse me, Miss?”
You look up from your phone to the bartender who’s just walked up to you. He’s holding a bottle of champagne.
“Yes?”
“The gentleman sitting just over there sent this for you.”
Your gaze follows the direction of his nod and immediately your blood warms to a boil.
The man who’s just finished wiping the floor with your ass in court has just sent you a bottle of champagne. Champagne is for celebrating, not for self-medicating after a brutal trial with a shitty outcome. But of course, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?
You’d spotted the hint of a smile on Kim Seokjin’s lips in the quick moment you’d looked his way. He was seated at a table – surrounded by his adoring lackeys – who were no doubt high-fiving themselves into a frenzy after this afternoon’s verdict. You’d been so busy drowning your sorrows in wine and furiously texting with Nari that you hadn’t even noticed his entire group’s arrival.
The absolute nerve of this man.
“I don’t want it,” you say. “Please send it back.”
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This is just soo amazing n beautifully written🥺💗✨
Soft & Sad & Happy & Something Else | KSJ
Genre: Songfic based on Breathless by Shayne Ward
Pairings: Jin x Reader
Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit
Themes & Content Warnings: Fluff, smut, comfort, strangers to lovers, slow-ish burn, oral, vaginal, fingering
Word Count: 4.6k
Author’s Note: For @skyys-universe‘s ask! I haven’t published a songfic before. Loved the imagery and the feels. I really hope you like it, and that it elicits the feels you wanted! 💜
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Kim Seokjin is soft.
You guess based on the way he’s smiling so warmly at you from across the table. He started at work a month ago, and though you’ve been assigned to show him the ropes, you still barely know him. First dates aren’t your forte, you whined, but as your sister smoothed the wrinkle on the back of your gorgeous new dress and gave you a kiss on the cheek for luck, she reminded you that first dates weren’t really anyone’s forte.
Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand, elbow on the table, fingers pressing lightly onto your cheek, as if trying to reach her. As if trying to activate the beacon. A signal for help.
The reason you need help is because Kim Seokjin’s warm smile hits like gasoline on the kindling in your chest.
It’s actually Kim Seokjin who needs the help. His smile is so warm because over the course of twenty-eight days, twelve hours, a goat cheese salad, prime rib, and a shared chocolate cake, the candle that he lit in worship of you has turned into a torch that he will carry for you.
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Kairos
☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader
☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, college au, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, s2l, fluff, smut, minor angst (they’re idiots)
☼ Count: 25.6K
☼ Warnings: teasing, marking (+ a little blood), unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, minor dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise kink, heat sex, seokjin is a soft alpha
☼ Summary: kairos καιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?
☼ a/n: So, guess who’s not dead? Sorry it took so long to get something new out, life’s been… busy. I’ve got other stuff currently in the works and I hopefully won’t take quite so long to put something else out again. Anyway let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
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For Love & Money Pt.1
PART ONE - PART TWO
Words: 4361
Genre: Fluff, Slice of life, Casual writing, (maybe eventual smut), Arranged/Forced Marriage!Au
Summary: For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.
Notes: I got tired of writing so much angst haha. So this is completely the opposite lol From one extreme to the next, I swear. Oh yeah, I’m trying different styles of writing and different OC types…so the story’s a bit saucier. But yes..there is minimal pain in this story…enjoy~
Ringg Rinnggg.
“Honey is that you?” It’s your mother’s chirpy voice on the other line - you furrow your brows.
“Is everything okay? Your voice message said it was an emergency.” Suddenly your back is pushed against the wall.
“Yes…yes. Everything’s fine. Your father and I are fine.” Your mother hesitates. “It’s just that I was wondering if you would like to go on a dat-”
“A date?” The stranger presses their body against yours as their lips meet your neck, trailing kisses up and down. “No thanks mom.”
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éffleurer | 01
There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them.
Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader
Genre: CFO!Jin AU; Smut
Word Count: 4,900+
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of sex, mature themes
Notes: Sections entirely in italics denote a flashback
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At your illustrious accounting firm, Seokjin was only known to be an all-around good guy, the type to spend his weekends attending charity events where he handed over huge checks or buying backpacks filled with supplies for school drives. Last year, he had even headed a project to help local businesses fix their struggling budget books, saving countless small shop owners throughout the district.
And with luck on your side, after being hired into this proverbial den of wolves, you found yourself blessed with a boss whose kindness and good looks were only overshadowed by the trust the CEO seemed to have in him and the results he brought in for the company. Results you now had the pleasure of helping him bring in. And if anyone was more than pleased with making Seokjin happy, it was you.
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✨Always going to be my fav✨
Admire | 01
Seokjin x Fem!Reader | arranged marriage!au, husband!Seokjin | Strangers to lovers, angst, self discovery, loneliness in luxury, touch starvation (eventual smut), eventual domestic fluff
Summary: You’d never needed anyone else. Growing up alone, living alone, existing alone. It all came naturally and effortlessly, quite like breathing. That was until your somewhat distant parents finally decided it was time to make good on a promise. One they’d made before you were even born.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Here we go! I’ve said it before, but this story was based off a dream I had ages ago. I’m not quite sure how long the fic will be, but I figured I should write and share as soon as I could. Enjoy :)
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After all that, you supposed God wasn’t too cruel in the end.
You only say this because even in the midst of every other screwed up thing going on in this family-organised-arranged-marriage, the deity had decided to reward you with a man that wasn’t grotesque to look at. Actually, Seokjin was pretty damn far from it.
You observed the back of the tall man’s head as you made your way up towards the house. Our house. The whole place had been settled for you already, making you feel as though your marriage to this wealthy son had been planned long before you’d learned how to even walk.
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⤑ made-up love song i.
Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.
Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…
pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, not really much to warn in this first chapter, there’s some flirting, oc doesn’t want to admit she finds seokjin dishy, she’s possibly in denial that there’s a spark there, jimin and soobin appear 🥰 words; 11,028
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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)
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⊶ winter solace (m). ⊷
After a difficult few months (and years), a fresh start in a new city is both equal parts thrilling and terrifying, but you’re determined to make it work. It’s just you and your dog-sized cat Nox, ready to take on the world. Of course along the way there are ups, and there are downs. The main down being you’re short on cash after the big move, unable to spend Christmas with your family. The main up is your kind and thoughtful neighbour who offers to celebrate the holiday with you, despite not being a fan of it himself…
A part of the Happy Ho-lidays collab found here! Please look forward to everyone’s stories, they’re going to be amazing!!
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pairing; kim seokjin x f reader genre; strangers to friends to lovers, neighbours to lovers, slow burn, holiday & new year, divorced! reader, romance, minor/moderate angst, smut (excessive amounts of kissing, oral sex (female receiving), big dick talk, protected sex) words; 27,066
trigger warning (!) this story contains talk of a past emotionally manipulative/abusive relationship. It also contains mentions of anxiety, depression and loneliness.
jordan’s note; I worked very hard on this big guy (although, it’s possibly the first time I overestimated the wordcount?? NUTS). I hope everyone who gets a chance to read enjoys <33
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Launderette
Seokjin asks you to accompany him to an event that his ex and her new fiance are attending. What starts as a casual date ends up becoming more than you bargained for.
Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst
Word count: 10.4k
Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language
The early Saturday morning sunshine bathes the street in a flattering pale gold glow, and by the time you’ve reached your uncle’s dry-cleaning shop to open up, you’ve shaken the last of the sleep from your eyes and are ready to go.
Your uncle, Che, has owned this shop for twenty years, inheriting it from your grandfather. It’s part of a small street of shops you’ve known all your life, from Oscar’s convenience store to Maribel the hairdressers, stretching all the way to the shiny new community centre that opened last year.
You unlock the door and scan through the collections list for today. You’re about to start a load of items when the door opens.
A tall, well-dressed man steps in.
You smile at him. ‘Good morning, how can I help you?’ you ask.
He nods politely at you. ‘I picked up a suit yesterday, but it’s still stained,’ he says, holding up the garment bag he’s carrying.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ you say, apologetically. ‘May I?’
You unzip his garment bag, revealing a beautiful light grey suit with an ink stain on the lapel.
Your uncle walks into the store as you’re examining the stain. ‘Mr Kim,’ he says, greeting the customer like he’s an old friend. ‘Can I help you?’
Mr Kim tells him what he’s just told you.
‘I’ll take care of this myself,’ Che promises him.
You spend the day taking care of older orders, pressing suits and delicates, double checking the clothes on the collections list.
It’s near the close of business when Mr Kim comes back. You’re on your own, your uncle’s left to pick your cousin up from baseball practice.
He smiles at you as you hand him his now perfect suit.
‘You don’t have anywhere in here where I could get changed, do you?’ he asks, looking a little embarrassed to be asking.
You laugh. ‘Sure. Go in the back and I promise not to look.’
He comes out as you’re finishing off tidying up.
‘Looking good,’ you tell him, amused, as he comes out.
You’re not flattering him, the grey suit emphasizes his broad shoulders, and tapers down beautifully to his trim waist. The trouser length is perfect.
You hold out your arms for the clothes he was wearing when he came in. ‘I can hold on to those here for you, if you want?’
He smiles at you gratefully. ‘Thank you. It’s just, I’m going out to a pre-wedding dinner with some friends, and it’s close to here, so it’s easier than going all the way home.’
‘No problem, where are you going?’ you ask, walking him out of the shop. You pause to lock up, and he waits beside you.
‘Just a little Peruvian place down the road from here,’ he says.
‘Pachamama?’ you guess. You check the door’s locked, pull the shutter down and lock it, and turn to look up at him in the late afternoon sun.
‘Yeah, you know it?’ he asks.
You smile at him. ‘I love it. The food’s amazing, my roommate Dia is one of the chefs.’
‘Do you want to come with?’ he asks, suddenly. He hesitates. ‘I mean, if you’re free tonight.’
You look up at him curiously.
‘It’s a pre-wedding dinner for my friend Namjoon, he’s getting married next week.’ He looks at you, and he almost seems shy, different from the confident persona he has in his beautiful suit.
‘My ex is going to be there, with her new fiancée.’ He smiles suddenly, self-deprecatingly, and it lights up his face. ‘It’s probably silly, but I guess I could use the company. I haven’t seen them together yet, I’ve been worrying about it all week.’
Something about his honesty touches you. Plus you love the food.
‘Sure,’ you say. ‘I need to get dressed though.’
He smiles, and he looks relieved, like a weight’s fallen off his shoulders.
‘I’m Y/N,’ you say.
‘Seokjin,’ he tells you, manners impeccable. ‘Lovely to meet you.’
‘Seokjin,’ you say, testing out the syllables. ‘Do you want to drop by mine whilst I get ready? You’re probably a little early anyway.’
‘I’d like that,’ he tells you.
You take Seokjin to the tiny apartment you share with Dia. She’s on her way out when you get back.
‘I’m out all night,’ she says, waggling her brows outrageously at you and Seokjin, before you’ve even introduced him.
You burst out laughing. ‘Seokjin and I are going to Pachamama tonight.’
‘Seokjin. Great to meet you, I’m Dia. I’ll make sure you’re looked after tonight,’ Dia promises him. ‘Gotta go. I’m running late.’
She hurries out the door, and you smile affectionately. ‘We’ve known each other our whole lives,’ you tell Seokjin.
He’s looking around your tiny living room, barely big enough for two armchairs and a coffee table. The colourful throws over your armchairs liven up the place, as do the plants you painstakingly look after. There’s a breeze coming from your living room window, and a view of the next building. You love your little place.
You pour him a glass of wine from the bottle Dia’s left uncorked. ‘Get comfy, I’ll be twenty minutes.’
You touch up your makeup and slip on a black dress and heels. Your hair is behaving itself today, so you leave it to its own devices.
When you come out of your bedroom, Seokjin is perched by your open window.
‘Hot?’ you ask, sympathetically. ‘It’s boiling up here in the summer.’
He gets up. ‘Just checking out the view. But you are.’
‘But I am?’ you ask, a little confused.
‘Hot,’ Seokjin tells you.
You laugh, flattered despite yourself. ‘You are too,’ you tell him.
He offers you his arm. ‘Shall we go?’
On the walk to the restaurant, he tells you a little about his friends who are getting married. Namjoon works for a publishing company, as does his fiancée, Nara. They went to university together.
The other guests are members of the wedding party, friends of Nara’s and Namjoon’s. His ex, Hana, is good friends with Nara, and one of the bridesmaids.
As you walk into the restaurant, you’re greeted by Miguel, Dia’s boyfriend.
‘Y/N,’ he says, warmly. ‘Dia said you were coming, and bringing a date.’
‘It’s not a date,’ you say, laughing. ‘I’m accompanying a friend to a pre-wedding dinner. Seokjin, meet Miguel.’
‘The rest of your party’s already here,’ Miguel tells you and Seokjin.
As Miguel walks you to your table, you aren’t sure what to expect.
You definitely aren’t expecting the crowd of beautiful people you see. But maybe that was remiss of you, because Seokjin is beautiful, so why wouldn’t his friends be?
A tall man comes up to embrace Seokjin warmly. He turns to you, and you try not to stare at the pretty dimples that appear in his cheeks as he smiles down at you.
‘I’m Namjoon,’ he says. ‘This is my fiancé, Nara.’
You greet them politely. Nara is gorgeous, tall like Namjoon, with a mane of dark hair and legs that go on for days.
The next people to greet you are blond man with an outrageously flirtatious grin who introduces himself as Jimin, and a quiet man with a deep voice called Yoongi.
You’re trying your best to remember everyone’s names.
Beside you, Jin stiffens a little, and you look up to see a very beautiful woman. She’s around your height, and like Namjoon, when she smiles, dimples pop in her cheeks.
‘Jin,’ she says. She embraces him, and you don’t miss the way Jin automatically leans down so she can reach. It’s a learned movement, almost automatic, and you wonder how long they were together.
The handsome man behind her smiles at you. ‘I’m Minho, Hana’s fiancé,’ he tells you.
There are more introductions, more names you try hard to remember, but it’s all a bit of a blur by now.
You settle in with a beer next to Jin. ‘You ok?’ you ask, touching his arm.
He looks at you, and there’s something like gratitude in his eyes. ‘Yeah,’ he says.
He gestures to the menu. ‘What do you like?’
‘Tell you what, why don’t I ask what your friends like and I’ll get Dia to sort us out?’ you ask.
Your idea goes down a treat, and you slip out to the kitchen to see Dia, leaving Jin catching up with his friends.
Dia smiles knowingly at you. ‘Seokjin, huh? He’s hot.’ She calls out an order, and you hope the heat from the warming counter is enough to account for your warm cheeks so she doesn’t tease you.
‘He said I was hot,’ you say.
‘You are hot. That whole table is hot. Tell me why I decided to spend my days in a kitchen instead of being wined and dined?’ Dia rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.
‘Because anyone can be wined and dined but it takes talent to do what you do?’ you ask.
Dia waves you away from the pass. ‘Get out of my kitchen and back to gorgeous Jin. I love you, Y/N. I’m going to make you a meal that’ll make Jin fall in love with you.’
She winks at you. ‘Then I’ll cater your wedding.’
You’re still laughing to yourself as you head back to the dining room.
Jin’s in the middle of a playful argument with one of his handsome friends, when Nara turns to you.
‘How do you know Jin?’ she asks.
‘Oh, I work at a dry cleaners. Jin drops his suits off to us,’ you say.
Nara smiles. ‘That tracks. Jin’s so particular about his clothes.’
‘I just want to do justice to this gorgeous face,’ Jin says, straight-faced.
‘You are pretty,’ you agree.
The food arrives, and to your pleasure, everyone seems to enjoy it, Namjoon, in particular.
Yoongi leans over. ‘Thanks for ordering for us, Y/N, the food is great.’
‘It’s a pleasure,’ you say easily. ‘My friend Dia’s great, isn’t she?’
‘She definitely is,’ Jimin says.
Dinner goes smoothly, Jin’s friends are charming, funny and try to include you in everything. You think Jin’s having a good time as well, he don’t know him that well but to you he looks more relaxed as the evening goes on.
Everyone’s going dancing after dinner, but you’ve got to be in early to open up the dry cleaners tomorrow, so you say your goodbyes.
You turn to Jin. ‘Thanks for having me,’ you say. ‘I had a nice time.’
Jin looks down at you. ‘I’ll walk you home.’
‘It’s only down the block, Jin,’ you protest.
Jin insists. He’s a nice guy, the more you get to know him the more you realise that his politeness seems to be ingrained in him. He’s unfailingly considerate, making sure you had enough on your plate, that your drink was topped up throughout dinner.
You wonder what he thinks of you.
You stop by the steps leading up to your building. ‘I guess I’ll see you around,’ you say, a little hesitantly.
‘Thank you,’ Jin says. ‘I was more stressed about it than I realised.’
You nod. ‘It was a pleasure.’
You’re about to turn away when he says, ‘there’s another dinner tomorrow night. It’s at a great sushi place downtown.’
‘Yeah?’ you ask.
‘Yeah. I don’t know if you like sushi, but I’d love it if you could join me.’ Jin looks at you, waiting.
‘I love sushi,’ you say, and a warm smile blooms on his face.
‘I’ll pick you up at seven,’ he says. ‘We should probably exchange numbers.’
If someone asked, you don’t think you’d be able to explain why your heart feels so light as you skip up the stairs to your tiny top floor apartment.
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Jin’s running late to pick you up, so you tell him you’ll meet him at the restaurant.
You’re waiting outside, wondering if you should go in, when two of Jin’s friends from last night approach you.
You recognise Yoongi, but you don’t remember the name of the other man. He’s tall, with a tattoo sleeve and an emo vibe you could get behind.
Yoongi greets you with what seems like genuine pleasure in his voice. ‘Y/N. Let’s go in.’
You head into the restaurant with Yoongi and the tattooed man, wondering if you’re dressed up enough. It’s an upscale Japanese fusion restaurant, with a sushi bar and a calming water feature at the entrance.
When you get to the table, Namjoon and Nara are already there, talking quietly to Hana and Minho.
Yoongi’s thrilled when he discovers you watch basketball, and is giving you a play-by-play of the game you missed earlier in the week when the tattooed man leans closer, and says, in an amused voice, ‘don’t mind hyung, he’s been talking about the game all week.’
‘At least Y/N’s polite enough to pretend to listen, Jungkook,’ Yoongi says, rolling his eyes.
You laugh at his expression. ‘I was listening, actually. If you’re in town we should go and catch a game together sometime.’
Yoongi insists on exchanging numbers with you. You’re saving his number on your phone when Jin rushes up to you, a little breathless.
He’s flushed and glowy, and he looks gorgeous as ever. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he says. He focuses in on you. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t come and pick you up,’ he tells you.
‘It’s ok, Jin, Yoongi’s been talking her ear off,’ Jungkook says, smiling at you mischievously.
Jin looks apologetic as he slides in next to you. ‘It’s fine, Jin,’ you tell him, patting his arm.
In between your entrée and dessert, you excuse yourself to get some fresh air, and stand for a moment admiring the water feature at the entrance.
‘Pretty, isn’t it?’ Jin asks. He smiles charmingly at you. ‘I really am sorry I was so late.’
‘Are you sure you don’t just like making a dramatic entrance?’ you ask, teasingly.
He laughs, self-deprecatingly. ‘Yes, but today wasn’t about that.’ He rubs the back of his neck. ‘I actually got sweaty hurrying here. There was so much traffic the taxi couldn’t get close.’
‘You’re cute when you’re sweaty,’ you tell him, watching the koi carp weave their way through the artificial stream.
‘And you look beautiful,’ Jin tells you.
You smile up at him. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d like my style. You seem like a classic kind of guy.’
‘It’s true, you do look too cool for me. You’d probably match better with Jungkook or Yoongi, clothes wise,’ Jin says, seriously. ‘Maybe you can style me.’
‘I think you’re perfect how you are,’ you say. ‘Lawyer chic is trending now.’
Jin laughs. ‘I actually am a lawyer.’
You chuckle. ‘Nothing wrong with that, Jin.’
He holds out his arm to you. ‘Come on. I ordered you dessert.’
Jin and you have similar tastes in food. He’s pleased when you rave over the matcha ice-cream he’s ordered you.
‘Let’s toast to Nara and Namjoon,’ Jungkook says, lifting his glass.
You lift your glass obligingly, and catch the way Hana’s looking at Jin as you toast.
He’s oblivious, smiling and joking with Yoongi. You glance at Minho, and realise he’s looking back at you. There’s a sardonic curl to his lips as he tips his glass to you.
The plum sake Namjoon has ordered is so delicious you drink way too much of it before you realise how strong it is.
You’re sipping water, trying to ward off the effects of the alcohol, when you feel Jin’s eyes on you. He nudges you, gently, leaning close so no one else can hear.
‘You ok?’ he asks, quietly.
‘I may have drunk too much,’ you whisper to him, worried.
He looks at you, at your wide eyes, your warm cheeks, and a corner of his mouth curls up.
‘I’ll take care of you,’ he says.
Jin orders you more water and a black coffee, and lets you lean into him as everyone else chats.
Yoongi, on the other side of you, passes you his water. He smiles at you kindly when you take a big gulp.
‘Don’t worry,’ he says.
You can feel your whole face heating up. ‘Do I look like a tomato, Yoongi?’ you ask.
Yoongi’s deep chuckle makes you smile. Jin turns to you. ‘I’d say more of a strawberry,’ he tells you. He hugs you to him, and you’re so self-conscious you miss the way his friends exchange glances at the way usually conservative Jin is holding you in front of them.
Jin hails a taxi after dinner. He nudges you. ‘Hey, quiet girl.’
There’s affection in his voice.
‘I’m too drunk to talk,’ you announce to him.
Jin laughs. ‘You’re cute.’
‘I hope I didn’t embarrass you in front of your friends,’ you say, widening your eyes.
Jin laughs again. ‘Please. Yoongi’s already texted me asking when we’re going to see you again.’
‘He’s cute too,’ you say.
‘Cuter than me?’ Jin asks in mock-outrage.
‘Maybe,’ you say. You peer at his face in the darkness of the taxi, and he winks at you.
‘Definitely,’ you say, nodding to yourself.
You fend off his hands as he tries to tickle you.
‘Take it back,’ Jin says, threateningly.
You double down. ‘Yoongi’s the finest man I’ve ever seen,’ you say firmly.
‘He’s the best,’ Jin concedes.
The taxi pulls up outside your building, and Jin gets out to help you out.
You stop outside your door. ‘I can take it from here,’ you say, smiling up at Jin.
He looks beautiful in the light from the streetlamps, his skin gleaming like burnished gold.
He looks at you for a moment, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes that you can’t quite read.
‘Thanks for another great night,’ you say.
‘Thank you for making it great,’ he tells you. He shuffles his feet a little.
‘The wedding’s on Friday. I’d really like it if you’d be my date. Namjoon and Nara would love to have you.’
‘Is Yoongi going?’ you ask. You smile mischievously at him.
Jin rolls his eyes. ‘Brat.’
You touch his arm. ‘I’d love to go with you,’ you say, and you mean it.
‘It’s a date,’ Jin says.
You unlock your door, and he calls out after you.
‘Make sure you drink water!’
‘Yes dad,’ you say.
He laughs, and it’s the last thing you hear before your door closes.
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Dia is excited to hear that Jin and his friends loved her food, and even more excited to hear that you’re meeting Jin again.
‘He’s way better looking than Leon,’ she tells you.
You’re sipping water and tucking into the huge breakfast she made you.
Leon is your ex-boyfriend, a guy you met at a club. You knew from the start that he was a great dancer, from your second date that he was great in bed. It took you another two months of dating him to realise he was also incredibly hot headed, impulsive and prone to starting fights.
You don’t mind a bit of drama, but after the third bar fight you pulled him out of, there was a moment when he turned on you - and that second of uncertainty wasn’t something you wanted to relive.
‘Jin’s gorgeous,’ you agree. ‘All his friends are.’
‘I told Miguel I’d use up a free pass on that tattooed guy,’ Dia says, pretending to fan herself. She gets up to refill your coffee mug.
You giggle. ‘How many free passes do you have?’ You know she’d never actually follow through, her and Miguel have been dating since high school.
Dia ignores you. ‘So where’s the wedding?’ she asks.
‘The Albion,’ you tell her.
‘So fancy,’ Dia says. ‘Want me to do your hair?’ She twirls a finger into your ponytail.
‘Sure, baby,’ you say. ‘Thanks for breakfast.’
‘Anytime,’ Dia says. ‘Up for a swim later?’
‘I’ll see you there,’ you promise.
***
You wave goodbye to Che and head down the street towards the community centre to meet Dia.
The community centre is newly built, and in your opinion, great for the neighbourhood. It’s got a pool, tennis courts, an indoor basketball court, a huge hall and baseball field. Your cousin plays little league here.
You swim a few laps with Dia and are walking home with a cherry snow-cone from the cart outside the community centre when you see a familiar frame.
‘Jin?’ you call.
He turns when he hears his name, and a smile spreads over his face. ‘What are you doing in the neighbourhood?’ you ask.
He holds up a garment bag. ‘I came to pick up my dry cleaning,’ he says.
Dia smiles at Seokjin. ‘What are you doing for dinner? I was going to try out a new recipe.’
Jin smiles at her. ‘I couldn’t impose.’
‘There’ll be plenty,’ you assure him. ‘Besides, you know what an amazing cook Dia is.’
‘You are great,’ Jin agrees.
Dia insists on you and Jin taking a walk before dinner so you don’t ‘get in the way’, as she puts it.
You take Jin to the park.
‘I’ve been thinking about you,’ he tells you. ‘I really am grateful that you’re accompanying me to all these wedding events.’
‘I’m having fun,’ you tell him. ‘How are you holding up?’
Jin looks out at the grass in front of him, at the setting sun. His profile is beautiful cast in pinks and oranges.
‘They look happy,’ he says, finally.
‘How long were you together?’ you ask, gently.
‘Five years. I wanted to marry her,’ Jin says. ‘She met Minho at work. She broke up with me.’ He glances at you, and there’s pain in his eyes.
‘That’s tough,’ you commiserate.
‘My family still ask me about her,’ Jin says.
You roll your eyes. ‘I dated a man for 2 months and my mom still asks about him.’
Jin grins at you. ‘That’s harsh.’
‘Tell me about it,’ you agree. You nudge him. ‘Come on. We can drown our sorrows in beer and gorgeous food.’
You walk back to your apartment, and true to form, Dia’s made an incredible meal.
You walk Jin out after dinner.
He leans against your door, and with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his throat exposed, his hair carelessly pushed back over his forehead, he looks delectable.
You make a concerted effort not to stare.
‘So, see you Friday?’ you ask.
‘I can’t wait,’ he tells you. He leans close, and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you, but he turns away.
You watch him go, trying to calm the fluttering in your stomach.
Dia smiles affectionately at you as you come back up.
‘He’s pretty hung up over his ex,’ she says.
‘Yeah,’ you agree.
‘But he also can’t stop staring at you,’ she points out.
‘Mans got needs,’ you say, pulling her into a hug.
Dia ruffles your hair. ‘I’m just saying, I can’t get a read on him. Proceed with caution, my love.’
‘I’ll guard my heart,’ you tell her.
Dia smirks. ‘You do that. But also climb that man like a tree. Fuck he’s gorgeous.’
You burst out laughing. ‘Thanks for the advice, baby. Now go. I’ll clean up.’
***
Jin rings the doorbell, and you hurry down the steps to greet him.
He’s stunning. He’s wearing a tuxedo, perfectly tailored to fit him, as are all his suits, and his hair’s styled back. You try not to stare at his beautiful lips.
‘Whoa, are you real?’ you joke.
You expect him to laugh, but he’s quiet. Then you realise he’s staring at you.
You shift, a little self-conscious. ‘Do I look ok?’
He blinks. ‘God, I’m sorry you had to ask that,’ he tells you, and warmth blooms in your chest. ‘You look very beautiful. You look perfect.’
He holds out his arm to you. ‘I’m looking forward to having you on my arm tonight.’
You pull up outside the hotel at the same time as Yoongi, Jungkook and Jimin. Yoongi smiles at you warmly when he sees you, and Jungkook immediately pulls Jin aside to complain about how long Jimin took to get ready.
The banquet hall is stunning, decorated with a gold and silver theme. You’re taking a sip of your champagne when Hana and Minho approach you.
‘You look lovely,’ Hana tells you, politely.
‘You do too,’ you say, automatically, but it’s true. Hana’s wearing a beautiful red dress that skims over her figure. She looks expensive, flawless. Minho is equally well-dressed, but in your opinion Jin’s way better looking.
‘This colour scheme is gorgeous,’ Hana comments. She looks up at Minho. ‘We should do something similar for our wedding.’
‘When are you getting married?’ you ask.
‘Next summer,’ Hana replies.
You don’t know if Jin knows, but you know you need to change the subject quickly as he’s making his way over to you.
‘If you like Peruvian food, there’s a new restaurant that’s just opened up downtown that my friend Dia recommends,’ you blurt out.
Minho and Hana look at you strangely.
Jin reaches you then, and you smile at him. ‘We were just talking about Peruvian food,’ you tell him.
Hana turns to Jin. ‘Lovely to see you, Jin.’
Jin smiles at her, and he does that automatic tilt down so she can hug him. This time, it makes your heart squeeze a little.
You get an inkling then that you might be in trouble here.
You can’t develop feelings for a man who’s still pining over his ex.
You excuse yourself and go over to the balcony to get some air.
You’re looking out at the city view when you hear two older women mention Jin’s name.
‘I was surprised that Kim Seokjin and Lee Hana broke off their engagement,’ an older woman wearing black says.
‘It would have been fantastic for their families,’ the woman next to her agrees.
‘She seems happy with Chan Minho, though,’ the first woman says. ‘I wonder if Kim Seokjin’s moved on as well?’
‘He’s here with a girl. She’s not from a family we know, I doubt it’s anything serious.’
You’re a little thrown by this, by your feature in a conversation by people you don’t know. You gulp down the rest of your champagne, and feel a hand on your arm.
You look up and it’s Yoongi.
‘There’s a lot of gossip at these weddings,’ he says, not looking at you. He’s not loud, but his voice carries just the same in the clear night. You follow his line of vision, and realise he’s looking at the two women who were gossiping.
‘They’re about to start, let’s go to our table,’ he says. He holds out his arm, and you slip your fingers into the crook of it.
‘If you’re not from this world, consider yourself lucky,’ he tells you. He looks at you then. ‘People love talking about other people. It's meaningless.’
You smile gratefully at him. ‘I know that, Yoongi.’
He nods. ‘Has Seokjin told you how beautiful you look?’
You tug at your earring, and his fingers come up to straighten it.
‘I’m sure he has,’ Yoongi says. ‘Just in case you need to hear it again, you look stunning.’
He smiles at you. ‘Come on. The food is meant to be excellent.’
The food is excellent, the service impeccable. Namjoon and Nara are well-loved, judging by the speeches and the reactions of the guests. Jin's speech is characteristically sweet and funny. You sigh as you lean back in your seat. You love weddings.
You look around for Jin as the lights go down and the music starts to play.
You spot him, standing beside Hana. He leans down to her, and she takes his arm, smiling up at him.
He doesn’t see you, because he isn’t looking around. He’s only got eyes for Hana, and even you can appreciate how lovely they look, together.
The song that’s playing is slow, romantic. You recognise the singer, it’s one of your favourite songs at a wedding. Jin and Hana dance like they’ve been doing it for years, and you guess they have.
You look around for Minho, and realise he’s looking straight at you. He looks like he’s heading your way, and that makes you a little nervous, so you tap Jimin on the shoulder.
‘Want to dance?’ you ask Jimin. He looks a little surprised but agrees readily enough.
It turns out Jimin is an amazing dancer. There’s not much of a height difference between you, especially in your heels, and it makes it easy to follow his lead.
‘You’re so good!’ you tell Jimin, exhilarated.
He just smiles at you. ‘I love dancing,’ he tells you. ‘You’re a good partner.’
‘There’s a club near Pachamama that does live music on a Thursday, we should go sometime. You’d love it,’ you tell him.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. ‘Mind if I cut in?’ Jin asks.
Jimin lets go of you, telling you he’ll text you when he’s free to go dancing.
If Jimin’s an amazing dancer, so is Seokjin, though not necessarily for the same reasons. Jin is goofy, entertaining, secure enough in his good looks that he doesn’t mind looking silly to make you laugh.
You’re giggling at him when you see his expression change. You follow his line of vision and realise he’s looking at Hana and Minho, dancing together.
‘You ok?’ you ask, gently. ‘We can go if you want.’
‘Yeah,’ he tells you. ‘Let’s get out of here.’
He’s a little quiet in the taxi to your apartment.
‘Hey, you want to come up? We can watch a movie. Dia made this amazing lime granita today,’ you suggest. You can’t bear seeing him so deflated. You know what it’s like to not be over an ex.
Jin looks at you, and you smile. ‘I also have tequila,’ you coax.
The oversized sweats you toss Jin to change into are straining a little around the shoulders, but he looks good.
You put on a rom-com and fix margaritas for you and Jin.
‘To drinking our sorrows away,’ you say, holding up your glass. Jin clinks glasses with you, looking at you curiously.
‘What are your sorrows?’ he asks.
‘I work at a dry cleaners owned by my uncle. I’ll probably never be able to afford to buy my own place in this city. I’m single, and my last boyfriend was more interested in starting fights than spending romantic evenings with me.’ You smile at Jin, to let him know you aren’t entirely serious.
He touches your arm. ‘You’re beautiful, and kind and interesting. You live with your best friend who from what I can see, adores you, and I don’t blame her, because everyone who meets you seems to like you.’ He pauses. ‘And your last boyfriend? He sounds like an idiot.’
You’re touched. You take a sip of your margarita whilst you gather your thoughts. ‘He was an idiot,’ you say, finally. Your eyes meet Jin’s. ‘He tried to fight someone over a spilt beer.’
Jin looks thoughtful. ‘If I were going to fight someone it’d have to be something worth my time.’
You snort. ‘You tried to arm wrestle Jungkook for the last piece of sashimi the other night.’
‘I won, didn’t it?’ Jin retorts, looking proud.
‘Trust me, no one was expecting that outcome,’ you mutter.
‘I paid him to lose. So I’d look good in front of you,’ Jin says.
You stare at him for a minute before you realise he’s joking.
‘What do you know, anyway,’ Jin grumbles. ‘You were tipsy over half a glass of sake.’
You laugh. ‘It was strong!’
‘Thank God we’re already at yours, I don’t have to worry about you being sick in the taxi,’ Jin says.
You burst out laughing. Jin smiles, patting your hand, and you settle in to watch the movie.
You wake up the next morning in a pile of blankets and cushions. Your eyes land on the line of empty salt-rimmed glasses and then you realise there’s a more pressing issue.
Jin’s head is in your lap. He stirs, blinking up at you, and then he smiles. ‘I can’t think of a better way to wake up,’ he tells you, and there’s another dangerous tug at your heart.
‘That’s the tequila talking,’ you say, and it’s probably that you’re a little tired and a lot hungover, but you sound sadder than you’d intended.
Jin’s gaze sharpens on you, and you avoid his eyes.
‘I’ve got to get to work,’ you tell him. You smile, but your heart’s not in it.
‘Feel free to stay as long as you like,’ you say, getting up.
Jin’s back in his wedding suit by the time you’re ready to leave.
‘You ok?’ he asks. He’s still looking at you carefully.
‘Nothing caffeine won’t fix,’ you say. You give him your brightest smile, and are relieved when he seems to buy it.
He walks you to the dry cleaners, waiting as you open up.
‘I had a great time,’ you tell him. You have no idea where you go from here now that the wedding’s over and he no longer needs you as a buffer between him and his ex-fiancee.
Jin smiles. ‘Me too,’ he says. ‘You’re great company.’ It comes out a little flat.
You guess that’s that.
‘See ya, Jin,’ you say. You turn around and step into the shop.
By the time you count to a hundred and look up from the collection book, he’s walking off down your street. You watch him get smaller and smaller until he turns a corner, and then you can’t see him at all.
***
You look up as the door opens.
‘Hi, can I help -‘ The words die on your lips when you recognise Jin.
He’s still in his wedding suit, only now he’s holding two coffees and a brown paper bag.
‘I got you breakfast,’ he says. He waves the paper bag. ‘A cinammon roll.’
You accept the coffee and the roll. There’s a spark of something in your chest that you’re trying not to get too hyped up about.
‘Thanks, Jin.’
He looks at you. ‘I’d still like to see you, you know. If you wanted to.’
Your smile could light up the sky.
‘Yeah?’ you ask.
Jin nods. ‘Yeah. Want to grab dinner on Tuesday?’
‘I have a better idea,’ you say.
***
Your cousin’s doing great at his little league practice game, but that’s not the entire reason why you’re enjoying watching him.
Jin, it turns out, is passionate about baseball.
He cheers, he obnoxiously protests calls he doesn’t agree with and he’s spent most of the game on his feet.
Gorgeous, sexy, well-dressed Jin is apparently a little league dad in disguise.
You choke back laughter as Jin jumps up and down.
‘You didn’t say you felt so strongly about baseball,’ you say, torn between hilarity and affection.
‘If you weren’t so busy gushing over Min Yoongi and basketball, I’d have told you,’ Jin says.
‘Gushing,’ you say, thoughtfully.
Jin shoots you a look. ‘Gushing,’ he says, firmly.
You sit back and admire his ass as he waves it in your face for the rest of the game.
You stop by to congratulate your cousin, Felix after the game. Che seems pleased to see you and Jin. He invites you both over for dinner but you decline.
Jin and you have plans. You take him to a tiny Italian restaurant on your block, where he raves about the clam linguine like it’s the second coming. After dinner you walk through the park and get ice cream.
By the time you get back to your apartment, it feels like the best first date you’ve ever had.
Jin lingers on your doorstep, seemingly reluctant to go.
You look up at him, half shaded in the fading daylight, and reach out, pulling him a little closer to you.
He tilts his head down, and your lips meet.
His kiss is sweet, chaste almost, but there’s nothing innocent about the way he looks at you when he pulls away.
‘You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,’ he says, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it.
You look up at him, wide eyed, and almost as though he can’t help himself, he leans forward to kiss you again.
Your second kiss is better than the first, and your breathing is slightly erratic when you break apart.
‘Jin,’ you say, pressing a hand to his hard chest.
He puts his hand over yours, briefly. He presses a kiss on your forehead.
‘Call you later?’ he asks.
‘Yeah,’ you say.
***
You get a text from Jin once you’re in bed.
Jin: So my friend Taehyung’s just got engaged, and he’s throwing an engagement party next weekend in a fancy hotel in a vineyard. I’d love for you to be my date if you’re free.
Y/N: I’d like that.
Jin: It’s a date.
***
Jin picks you up early on Saturday morning, in his own car.
He puts your overnight bag in the back and waits as you buckle yourself in.
‘So I booked a hotel room for us to share. I hope that’s ok,’ he says.
You look at him. ‘I don’t know, do you snore?’ you ask.
Jin shakes his head. ‘I just don’t want you to feel like there’s any expectation on you, just because we’re sharing a room.’
‘We have slept together,’ you point out.
Jin gives you a mischievous smile. ‘That’s true. Maybe we can do it with less clothes this time.’
You nod. ‘Wouldn’t want to overheat,’ you say, solemnly.
***
This time, Yoongi and Jimin greet you like old friends, and you realise you have missed them.
Jin has your things brought up to your room whilst Yoongi and you organise a wine-tasting session for all four of you.
You’re on your way up when you see Hana and Minho. They’re walking together, but their interaction seems a little off. They’re not touching at all, and barely looking at each other.
After the wine-tasting, you and Jin are pleasantly tipsy.
Taehyung and his fiance, Jia, are as lovely as all of Jin’s other friends. They’ve organised dinner outdoors.
Jin seems a little distracted during dinner, and you’re about to ask if he’s ok when Hana taps his shoulder.
‘Can I speak to you after dinner?’ she asks.
Jin looks at you, and you hope your smile hides your uncertainty.
‘Of course,’ Jin says.
Yoongi asks if you want to take a walk after dinner, but you beg off, saying you’re tired.
You plan to stay up until Jin gets back to your hotel room, but eventually you fall asleep.
You’re woken by Jin’s lips on your neck.
He feels good, so good.
You turn towards him. His hands are warm, pulling you to him. You can barely see him in the darkness of your hotel room, but you’d know his silhouette anywhere.
His hard chest presses against yours, and the weight of him on you has your legs falling apart for him.
‘God, you’re so sweet,’ he tells you. ‘You taste so good.’
He kisses down your neck, tongue dragging across your skin.
‘Hana,’ he murmurs.
You freeze. You’re grateful for the darkness, because you wouldn’t want anyone to see the expression on your face.
How devastated you are.
You’d known Jin wasn’t over Hana, and you’d let your foolish heart trick you into believing otherwise.
Jin clicks on the bedside lamp, and your humiliation is complete.
You swipe away the traitorous tears that have sprung into your eyes.
The fact that he looks as dismayed as you feel brings you little comfort.
‘Y/N,’ he says.
You sit up. ‘I need some air,’ you say. You can barely get the words out.
‘No, it’s late,’ Jin says. ‘I’ll go.’
He grabs his coat and is out the door.
You leave anyway.
***
Jin’s got a headache. He massages his fingers over his temples, glancing at the clock. He doesn’t have any other client appointments today. He decides to head home.
He takes the subway home, and as always, he feels a pang as he passes what he always thinks of as your stop.
When he reaches his apartment he puts the TV on. The movie you watched together is playing. He turns the TV off and thinks of you.
It’s been a month since he saw you last, and he’s spent a disproportionate amount of time thinking about you considering you only met up a few times.
He remembers the circumstances in which you parted ways, and part of him still feels sick about it.
He’d left the hotel room to give you some space after his unfortunate slip, and when he got back you were gone.
He has no idea how you got home, but he knows you did because he went to your apartment.
You’d come out the door the next morning to open up the shop. If you’d turned your head, you would have seen him gaping at you like a deranged stalker.
But you hadn’t. You’d walked down your front steps, heading down the street in the early morning. He’d wanted to follow you, to get you a coffee, to apologise, but he hadn’t done any of those things.
He shouldn’t have brought you into this. It wasn’t fair on you to be a crutch to help him heal after his breakup with Hana.
He hadn’t been able to stop himself, though. You’d just been so generous with your time and your love. The time he’d gone to your cousin’s little league game, he’d seen how everyone in your community greeted you, how you’d had a kind word or a joke to exchange with everyone you met.
You were so warm, and you made him feel good about everything.
And fuck if you weren’t so pretty you made his trousers feel a little tighter every time you looked up at him.
Jin sighs. He gets in the shower, makes himself dinner and thinks about you until he falls asleep.
***
‘Your two o’clock’s here, Mr Kim,’ Jin’s assistant, Yeri announces.
‘I wasn’t aware I had a two o’clock,’ Jin says, frowning.
‘She says she knows you personally. Ms L/N?’ Yeri asks, snapping her gum.
Jin raises his eyebrows. He has no idea who to expect, but he’s definitely not expecting you to walk into his office.
Jin stares at you for a moment before remembering his manners. ‘Y/N,’ he says, coming out from behind his desk. He stops short a couple feet away, thinking you might not want the hug he was about to give you.
You look up at him. ‘I need your help,’ you say.
‘You have it,’ Jin says. His first thought is that you’re pregnant and he’s the father. Then he remembers what happened the one time you came anywhere close to having sex, and he cringes internally. He’d be unbelievably lucky to ever get a shot like that again.
He realise you’ve been looking at him through his entire embarrassing internal monologue, and he flushes.
‘Please, sit, tell me how I can help,’ he urges you, gesturing to the chair set up in front of his desk. He sits in the chair next to it.
‘You said you were a lawyer,’ you say. ‘I thought you might be able to help, or that you might know someone who could. They’re trying to tear down the community centre to develop more housing. I want to stop them.’
Jin was not expecting this. But damn, this is right up his street.
‘I do real estate law,’ he tells you. ‘I can help.’
You look so relieved he reaches out to put his hand on yours.
Jin pulls up his tablet and makes notes as you talk. Once he thinks he’s got all the information he needs to proceed, you hesitate.
Jin nods encouragingly at you. ‘Anything else you think might be useful to know?’ he asks.
You shake your head. ‘Your fee.’ You look worried. ‘The community’s done a collection – I’ve got enough money for your retainer fee but you’ll need to keep me up to date –‘
Jin interjects smoothly. ‘A proportion of my work is pro bono. A case like this fits the bill perfectly.’
You raise an eyebrow at him, skeptically.
Jin looks back at you, impassive. He knows his poker face is good.
Finally, you nod. ‘Thank you.’
‘I’ll get some preliminary work done, and I’ll organise a time for us to meet next week,’ Jin tells you.
You get up, and Jin says, ‘Wait.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘About what happened at the hotel.’
You look at him, eyes searching his. ‘It’s ok, Jin,’ you say, finally. ‘You were going through a rough time.’
‘It’s not ok. I don’t even know why I said it,’ Jin says.
‘Freudian slip,’ you murmur. You flick your eyes up at him, and there’s a spark in them that he didn’t think he’d see directed at him again.
Jin laughs, despite himself. ‘What I mean is, it was disrespectful, and it didn’t reflect how much value I place on the help you gave me.’
‘Because you did help me, so much,’ Jin says, wanting you to know how much he means it.
You smile up at him. ‘I’m glad. I’ll see you next week, Jin.’
‘Wait,’ Jin says, as you step towards the door. You stop, and now he can definitely see a spark of amusement in your eyes. ‘I’m meeting Yoongi and Jimin for dinner. Would you like to join us? They’d love to see you.’
You tilt your head at him.
‘Seafood,’ Jin says, coaxingly.
You laugh, and his heart leaps in his chest.
‘Is that all you got, Mr Kim?’ you ask, a teasing note in your voice.
‘Lobster,’ says Jin. He walks beside you as you step out of his office.
‘Swordfish,’ he says, as you walk down the corridor to the lifts.
‘Tuna!’ he calls, as you get in the empty lift.
‘I’ll pick you up at 7,’ he says, quickly. He has just enough time to see the smile on your face before the lift doors close between you.
***
Yoongi is doing an uncanny impression of drunk Jimin, and he has you in hysterics.
Jin passes you a drink when he’s sure you’ve calmed down enough to drink it safely.
Jimin pouts at all of you. ‘I was NOT drunk.’
Yoongi bursts into song again, and Jin joins in. He’s got a surprisingly good tenor, and his rhythm isn’t bad either.
‘Was I drunk, Y/N?’ Jimin asks.
‘I’m sorry Jimin, you were trashed,’ you confirm.
Yoongi looks at you, straight-faced. ‘You also got drunk on a thimbleful of sake, if I recall correctly.’
You’re outraged by his lack of loyalty.
Jimin laughs, delighted. ‘You’re never going to be able to wash your clothes now,’ he tells Yoongi, gleefully.
You stare at them, confused.
‘Because you work at a launderette,’ Jimin points out.
‘It’s a dry cleaners. She works at a dry cleaners,’ Jin says to Jimin, clapping a hand to his forehead dramatically.
Now Jimin’s confused. ‘It’s synonymous!’ he protests.
‘No, a dry cleaners isn’t the same as a launderette,’ you say. ‘Why does Yoongi need to go to a launderette anyway?’
‘My washing machine’s broken,’ Yoongi says. He seems genuinely upset about it.
‘I mean, you can use my machine if you live close,’ you offer.
Jin puts an arm out and pulls you to him. ‘God, why are you being nice to him. He was just teasing you!’
Your lips are so close to his throat you can smell his cologne, fresh and piney.
‘I like him,’ you say. ‘I have a thing for mean, grumpy men.’
Yoongi chuckles. ‘It’s the irresistible Min charm,’ he says, deadpan.
‘It’s the irresistible Yoongi charm,’ Jimin echoes. ‘Capable of dropping all panties within a twenty-mile radius.’
‘Sounds dangerous,’ you say, finishing the last of your drink.
Jin walks you home after dinner, as always.
‘Thank you for coming out with us,’ he says to you. ‘I’ve missed your company.’
‘I had a great time,’ you say, and you mean it.
He looks at you a moment longer, then nods, turning away.
You watch him go for a bit.
‘Go inside. It’s dark,’ he calls out. He looks back at you.
‘Yes dad,’ you call back.
He laughs, waving a hand at you. He gives you another smile over his shoulder before he goes.
***
When you get upstairs, Dia and Miguel are making out on the kitchen counter.
‘I’m sure this contravenes all food hygiene regulations,’ you say dryly.
Dia turns to you, waving a hand. It takes you less than two seconds to notice the new sparkly diamond on her engagement finger.
You clap a hand to your mouth and scream.
Dia grabs you in a hug and you squeeze her. ‘Congratulations, my love!’ you say, kissing her on her forehead.
You turn to Miguel. ‘Congratulations, Miguel. Remember even after you’re married I can still kick your ass.’
Miguel laughs. ‘I’ll look after her with my life, I promise you,’ he tells you, rather sweetly.
Dia pours out champagne for all three of you from the half-empty bottle.
‘To my two favourite people,’ you say, lifting your glass in a toast.
‘To my two favourites,’ Dia echoes. She smiles at you, affectionately.
After you finish your champagne, Dia leaves with Miguel to go to his place, smirking suggestively at you before she leaves. You have no doubt Miguel is going to be a happy man in the morning.
You flop on your bed, already planning how you’re going to get everyone together for the bridal shower.
***
Jin’s talking about zoning laws and procedural errors, and you’re just watching the way his lips move. He’s wearing a navy suit today, shirtsleeves held together with silver cufflinks. He’s got a waistcoat on.
You’d never realised you had a thing for men in three-piece suits.
You make brief eye contact to pretend like you’re listening, and go back to admiring him.
The thing you’ve always liked most about Jin is the way he carries himself. He’s confident, just shy of arrogant, and he pulls it off with aplomb. He behaves like privilege is his birthright, and as someone who’s always lived alongside privilege but not always with it, you’re fascinated.
Jin makes eye contact with you again, and it takes you a second to realise he’s stopped talking.
You nod. ‘I agree.’
‘You’re not listening. I can tell when someone’s not listening and they’re just having sexual fantasies about me,’ Jin says.
He raises an eyebrow at you. ‘It happens a lot.’
You lean forward slightly. ‘Actually, I can also tell when people are fantasizing about me,’ you tell him.
Jin’s poker face is good, but his lips press together just a fraction as you lean even closer.
‘I can also tell when someone’s checking out my ass,’ you tell him.
Jin doesn’t break eye contact as he says, ‘You do have a great ass.’
He licks his lower lip.
‘Trust me, Jinnie, if you ever get to touch this ass, you’ll be saying my name and no one else’s,’ you tell him.
Jin smirks. ‘Actually, given my track record, I’d prefer if we didn’t say any names in bed. You can call me daddy.’
You snort. ‘No chance.’
Jin shrugs. ‘I’ve told you what I like. Maybe one day you’ll indulge me.’
‘Not saying names doesn’t negate the thoughts behind them,’ you point out.
Jin pauses then, and his voice is serious when he speaks. ‘I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.’
You break eye contact because he’s threatening to make you feel things again, and you’re not sure your heart can take a second strike.
‘Anyway, the other thing I wanted to ask, was if you knew any good places where I can throw an engagement party for Dia and Miguel,’ you say, straightening your skirt.
‘Yes, actually,’ Jin says. ‘I was thinking of you the other day. There’s a new place that’s just opened up down the street from me. It has great cocktails, and a rooftop bar.’
‘Where do you live?’ you ask, curious. You’ve never been to Jin’s apartment.
‘Tell you what, I’ll take you out for drinks after this. You can check out the bar, and my apartment,’ Jin suggests.
‘I’m not calling you daddy,’ you say.
‘Are you pouting at me?’ he asks.
You’ve never picked up dom vibes from Jin before, but he’s suddenly got an edge to him that you’re intrigued by.
‘I’m not pouting,’ you say. You look up at him.
His hand comes up, fingers curling under your chin. His thumb traces along your lower lip.
‘Your pretty mouth,’ he muses.
You shiver.
‘One of the regrets of my life is what happened in that hotel room,’ Jin tells you. His eyes are intent on yours. ‘And I’ll spend all of my time making it up to you, if you’ll let me.’
You don’t know what to say to that, but Jin doesn’t wait for an answer.
He leans forward to kiss you, once, and you sigh as he pulls away.
‘I’ll see you later, for drinks,’ he tells you.
You make it back to the dry cleaners, but you have no recollection of how you did it. All you can think about is Jin’s lips on yours.
***
Jin’s right. The rooftop bar is perfect for an engagement party, and the cocktails are damn good.
He smiles at you over his ridiculously pink drink.
‘What do you think?’ he asks.
‘It’s perfect,’ you reply. ‘Thanks for the recommendation.’
Jin grins. ‘It reminded me of you when I came here. The music’s great, the vibe is relaxed, and the view is stunning.’
‘You did good, Jin,’ you concede.
Three cocktails in and you’re struggling to take your eyes off Jin. He’s not faring much better, leaning close, staring at you.
‘Want to see my apartment?’ he asks.
‘What’s my name?’ you ask, only half-joking.
‘You’re Y/N. You’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen and your ass is second to none,’ Jin says.
You reach out and tug at his loosened tie.
He tilts his head down, lips hovering over yours.
‘Let’s go,’ you tell him.
Jin’s apartment is gorgeous, modern and spacious. You want to look at the photos on the wall, but that’s going to have to wait, because Jin’s taking his suit jacket off, and damn, his shoulders are distracting.
He crowds you against the wall, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him.
He tilts his head down, and kisses you. The touch of his lips sends a throb through your veins. He tastes sweet, but there’s nothing sweet about the way his hands are roaming over your body.
‘I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,’ he tells you. One hand slides around the back of your neck, tangling in your hair as he takes his fill of you.
You run your hands over his shoulders, and they’re gorgeously firm. He grips your ass, pulling you tight against him.
You’re unbuttoning his shirt to run your hands over his skin, and he’s unzipping your skirt. You wriggle a little, and it falls past your hips into a silken puddle on Jin’s floor.
Jin pulls back to stare at your panties.
‘Sweet,’ he murmurs. He takes your hand. ‘My bedroom’s here.’
You walk across his living room, and hesitate at the doorway.
Jin looks down at you. ‘We don’t have to go in there,’ he tells you. ‘You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. But I promise you that when you do, it’ll be just you and me in there. There’s no one else, Y/N.’
Your eyes meet his, and you take a step into the room.
Jin walks you backwards onto his bed. When the backs of your thighs hit the mattress, he keeps going, until you’re lying across his bed.
Jin lays down next to you, his shirt half unbuttoned. You tug at his shirt.
‘Off,’ you say.
Jin sits up and starts unbuttoning. When he looks back at you, his eyes widen a little.
You’ve slipped your silky blouse off, and all that’s left is rose coloured lingerie that makes your skin pop.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he breathes.
‘Right back at you,’ you say. Jin’s face has always been beautiful, but there’s a manliness to the shape of his body that has you feeling a little weak.
His broad shoulders taper into a taut waist, and there’s obvious strength in his arms as he supports himself above you.
‘Can I touch you?’ he asks.
‘God, yes,’ you reply. Jin doesn’t need further encouragement, laying kisses on your breasts as his hand slips over your panties.
You tug your panties off your hips because you think he’s the kind of man who’d drive you half-insane with teasing, and you don’t want to wait.
‘Eager,’ Jin says, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.
His full lips close over a nipple as he strokes you, fingers sliding in between your folds.
You tighten around him, and he sucks in a breath. ‘You’re killing me,’ he tells you.
You’re so wet, so ready you feel like you’ll implode if he doesn’t get inside you.
‘Jin,’ you say, voice strained.
‘Baby,’ he says. You aren’t sure if he’s not using your name on purpose.
He winks at you, mischievously.
You’re about to tell him off when he climbs on top of you, and what feels like a very hard cock pushes at your entrance.
‘Ready?’ he asks, and now he’s the one who sounds strained.
You gasp as he pushes his way in. ‘Ngh,’ you moan.
Jin wants to make you laugh again but god, you feel so good. ‘So good,’ he tells you.
He thrusts into you, one hand coming up to curl around your neck, pressing a little.
‘You look so good on my cock,’ he tells you.
You’re beyond words, legs locked around his hips. You reach down to stroke your clit, and Jin groans. He lowers his head to suck at your tits, and then you’re cumming, orgasm flaring through you, making your toes curl and your back arch.
Jin calls your name as he cums, says it again and again like he can’t stop. Finally he collapses next to you, pressing his lips to your heated face. He whispers things to you, and you don’t quite hear all of it, but you think it’s all good.
***
You’re at work when Dia calls you. She sounds breathless.
‘You need to call Jin and get your ass over here,’ she says. ‘Bulldozers have just arrived outside the community centre.’
You call Jin as you lock up the shop. He answers within a few rings.
‘Y/N,’ he says. ‘Are you ok?’
‘There’s bulldozers outside the community centre, Jin,’ you tell him.
Jin swears. ‘I’ll be right there,’ he tells you.
You stop by each store on the street on the way to the community centre, telling everyone what’s happening. By the time you get there, you’re walking within a large crowd, and there's more people already there with Dia.
You join hands with Dia and form a wall of people in front of the community centre. You can see the men in the bulldozer cabs on their phones, calling whoever’s hired them to do the job.
The foreman steps forward. ‘We don’t want to cause any trouble here, but we’ve been hired to tear this place down.’
You’re about to speak when a taxi screeches to a halt on the street in front of you.
Jin steps out, and you hear Dia suck in a breath beside you.
You don’t blame her. He looks like a literal, heaven-sent angel.
Everyone’s looking at him, and Jin takes it in his stride. He walks straight up to the foreman.
‘I’ve called your boss about the highly illegal stunt he’s tried to make you pull. The zoning overlay’s been permanently redacted. I suggest you leave, and take a contract from another developer. One that isn’t trying to hang you out to dry.’
The foreman signals to his team, and murmuring runs through the crowd as the bulldozers pull away.
The clapping starts, tentatively at first, then it’s a full blown round of applause with cheering. It's making you feel all warm inside. People are shaking Jin’s hand, thanking you and Dia, you think that maybe you’ve helped to achieve something worthwhile here today.
‘Free pass?’ Dia asks, twinkling at you as she tilts her head towards Jin, currently being embraced enthusiastically by Guiseppe, the owner of the Italian place you took him to on your date.
You laugh. ‘You know I love you, Dia, but I’m about to rail that man ten ways to Sunday tonight, and I don’t want to share.’
‘Fair,’ Dia says. ‘You can tell him I think it’s really fucking sexy what he just did.’
Back at your apartment, you show Jin just how fucking sexy you think he is.
Afterward, Jin lays flat on his back, sheet carelessly draped low over his hips.
‘Fuck,’ he utters. ‘You got anything else you want me to get done for you?’
‘I’ll let you know,’ you say, still a little breathless from your orgasm.
Jin props himself up and leans in close to kiss you deeply. ‘You do that,’ he says, smiling at you.
***
You love weddings, you always have. Dia and Miguel decided to have their wedding at the community centre, and your whole community pitched in with decorations and food.
You smile fondly at Dia, and she blows you a kiss as she slow dances with Miguel.
Beside you, Jin holds your hand in his. He brings your intertwined hands up and presses a kiss to your knuckles.
‘You ok, baby?’ he asks.
You look over at him and nod a yes.
You think you’re going to be all right.
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