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him | pjm (m)

pairing ➭ robot! jimin x reader

genre/au ➭ friends to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, artificial intelligence

rating/warnings ➭ 18+ | female masturbation, nipple play, vibrator, mentions of alcohol, heart breaking angst

word count ➭ 16.5k

summary ➭ when you’re gifted an operating system with the ability to develop its own thoughts and personality you become intrigued. though you never expected to develop a friendship with it, you certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with it either. - based on the 2013 film Her directed by Spike Jonze

“my love,

I still remember the feel of your fingers on my skin, the tips of them tracing the patterns from the sunlight drifting through the blinds. Waking up to you that day, almost 50 years ago, feels like a dream, but I know it was real simply because it's happened every day since then. I could’ve never imagined that little dingy apartment becoming a place with so many fond memories or it ever feeling truly like home. Truth is, it was never the apartment that was my home, it was the space between your arms and your chest as you held me tight. For that I would follow you anywhere. Happy 50th anniversary,

Sincerely yours,

Do-Yun”

“End letter message and print.” A sigh escapes your lips, fingers pulling the round reading glasses off your face as you avert your eyes from the computer screen in front of you. There’s a frown on your face only complimented by the dark bags under your eyes weighed down heavily by the endless nights of terrible sleep.

Today was a nice day, you think. The sun was high in the sky and streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows of your crowded office. You can see the fluffy clouds that littered the sky from just over the half wall of your tiny cubicle and you make a mental note to stop by the park sometime today for a stroll. That was unlikely to happen though as you already feel the exhaustion start to set in from spending countless hours in your chair vocally transcribing letters at your desk. The beep of the printer as it finally spits out the sheet of paper pulls you from your thoughts and your hand goes to grab it, the warmness of it heating your fingertips.

The office is quiet by the time you finish up the last of your assignments, the usual sound of quiet voices and shuffling papers long gone as you make your way out of the building. The receptionist, Taehyung, greets you enthusiastically from behind his desk.

“Finally finished huh, y/n?” you watch tiredly as he spins around ridiculously in his chair. “You know, you really dedicate a lot of time to this job. No wonder your letters are always so great! Out of everyone in the office, yours are by far my favorite.”

Out of respect, you shoot him a small smile, the emotion not quite reaching your eyes. “Thanks, Taehyung.” your grip fiddles awkwardly with the strap of the satchell slung over your shoulder, feet making its way past his desk and towards the exit. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” you shoot the question over your shoulder, not staying around long enough to even hear his response.

Sometime between earlier and now the sun must’ve disappeared as the sky is now only a monotone of grays. Your pace is slow compared to the people who bump your shoulder in passing as they walk down the sidewalk hurriedly, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. Instead you reach in your bag to pull out your ear com, placing the device in snugly before turning it on.

“Read voicemails.” you command quietly, the device picking up on it and starting to go through your missed calls. Most of them are just discount offers or messages from credit card companies about interest free cards that somehow never seem to actually be what they say they are. It’s only when the device notifies you that you have a message from your friend Nari that you finally pay attention, “Play message.”

“Hey y/n, it's Nari. How come you haven’t been answering my calls? Minjun’s birthday is next weekend and I’d like for you to come.'' Her voice is delicately quiet on the other end of the line as the machine plays the call. You hear her sigh as she takes a pause and your stomach drops knowing what's about to come next just from her tone, “...it’s been two months since things ended and you haven’t hung out with any of us. I know it’s hard but we’re here for you if you need it. I hope you’ll come to the party, give me a call once you get this, yeah? Bye.”

The line beeps, signaling she had hung up. “End of message. Would you like to respond?” the robotic voice of the device asks. You don’t bother to answer before taking it out of your ear and placing it back in its case, chucking it back into your bag haphazardly. You spend what little time you have left before the sun sets running errands at the mall grabbing some little things you had run out of at home. By the time you finally get back to your apartment it’s dark outside. The room feels cold.

You spend the rest night on your couch, wine glass in hand as you play some stupid dating game you had bought to play on the holo screen in your living room. You didn’t have much hope for it when you bought it. You were merely captivated by the premise of it and how attractive the main love interest looked. Your fascination with the game didn’t last long as you quickly became frustrated by the fact that you couldn’t seem to get past the first date with the digital man. A grunt of annoyance escapes past your lips as you reach over to grab the bottle of your favorite wine. You’re not greeted by the usual sloshing liquid and you curse when you realize it's empty. “Fuck.”

Work the next day comes and goes as usual and you return home with the same sullen look on your face that you haven’t been able to shake for the past few months. The only thing that ends up being out of the ordinary is the small package you find in your mailbox.

Saw this and thought you might like it. - Nari

A frown settles on your face at the note. For weeks now you had been feeling the horrible sting of guilt caused by your own stubborn refusal to return her calls. It’s only getting worse at the thought that she still considered you a close enough friend to send you gifts. You give one last peer inside before the clinking sound of the metal mail slot closes and you make your way onto the elevator up to your apartment.

You’re thankful the instructions that come with the box are pretty clear. Despite how dependent society had become on technology, you were never really good with it and never bothered to learn more than you had to.

The desk lamp to your left turns on when you pull up a chair to sit in front of your desktop computer. It’s a HYBE operating system you come to realize upon closer inspection. You had read about it somewhere and knew that it was one of the latest artificial intelligence on the market and it had gotten pretty popular. The screen in front of you lights up when you start the setup, a voice coming from the speakers surprising you.

“Thank you for purchasing a HYBE operating system. Please sit tight while I ask you a few questions about yourself in order to help give you the best experience. May I get your name?”

You respond with your name and watch as the circle starts to spin in recognition of your response before continuing. “Would you say you’re introverted or extroverted?”

“Well…I suppose I’m a bit of both.” your response is hesitant.

“Please elaborate.” The robotic response is almost unsettling compared to the seriousness of the question.

“I guess when I first meet people I’m a bit of an introvert but once I get to know them I’m extroverted.” you find yourself struggling to explain. “I haven’t socialized as much lately so I guess I would say introverted - if I had to choose.”

The circle on the screen begins to spin again and you wait patiently.

“How is your relationship with your mother?”

The question catches you off guard and your eyes widen almost comically. “Uh- well I mean it's fine…yes it’s fine. I mean sometimes she bugs me too much about settling down with someone even though I tell her I’m perfectly fine-”

“Setup complete.Thank you for taking the time to set up your HYBE product. Generating your operating system now.”

This time when the circle starts to spin, it continues to speed up until suddenly it morphs into a flat line. There’s a pause in the air as you wait patiently for something to happen, eyes trained intently on the screen until a face appears blinking into existence seemingly out of nowhere. The face in question is made out of what you assume to be thousands of small tiny pixels, glowing blue like most holograms do, but its features are still clear as ever.

His face is round, cheeks slightly chubby but jaw still sharp, with almond shaped mono lidded eyes slightly slanted downward. Hair sweeps delicately across his forehead, just barely touching his eyebrows and you can tell that if it were real, it would probably be some type of brown as it’s a darker blue than the rest of him. But what catches you off guard is the plump lips that sit poised as if waiting to speak. It’s only when another voice sounds through the room that you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Hello? Are you there?”

You can tell this voice is different, unlike the robotic one from before. Quite the opposite actually, this one sounds almost…human. When it calls out again worriedly you finally respond. “Um yes, I’m here.”

“Oh good! y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, uh that’s me!” You chuckle awkwardly and your hand rubs bashfully at the back of your neck. “Sorry, what's your name again? I mean do you even have a name?”

The voice giggles and you see his eyes turn into crescents when his cheeks squish upward in a smile. His laugh sounds like twinkling bells and the sight of him alone makes your heart skip a beat in your chest. “Yes I do actually. It's Jimin! I choose it myself.”

“Jimin…” you whisper to yourself, testing the name. “And why, might I ask, did you choose that name? When did you even have time to choose it?”

“Well I picked it in the .00067 seconds between when you asked me the question and when I responded. I read through 750 names in a book on how to name a baby at that time and chose Jimin because I liked it.” he says it as if it was completely normal, but the playfulness in his voice eases your surprise. “It means ‘my wisdom will reach higher than the sky’, I find it very fitting as my personality will continue to grow the more we talk.”

“Oh really? How does that work?” Your curiosity continues to get the best of you as all you seem to have for him is questions. “Sorry I don’t mean to keep asking, I’m just a little..confused. This is my first time with an operating system.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” His voice is soft-spoken, like a calm breeze drifting through the leaves of a tree. You find that a sense of calmness seems to fall over you as he continues to talk. “Every second that you talk to me I’m learning. Even right now I’m a different version of myself than I was a second ago or the second before that. It will help me learn how to best be of service to you.”

His response only generates more questions in your brain, but you choose to just hum in response as you come to the conclusion that you’ve asked him enough questions for tonight. “Interesting.”

“I’m glad you find me interesting.” again he softly laughs and again your heart skips in your chest. “Now, what exactly can I do to help?”

“Hm, I’m not really sure.” You bite at your lip in thought as you stare at the ceiling, “My friend, Nari, thought I would like having an operating system so I guess she thinks I need you. Probably just her way of forcing me to talk to someone other than my tv.”

“Oh so you’re a loner.” he speaks unapologetically and your head whips back to his face on the monitor. “I’m kidding! Kidding! Geez, if looks could kill, I would be dead right now. You know, if we ignore the fact that I’m a program and not actually capable of dying.”

A laugh escapes your lips at his horrible joke. “Oh gosh, I hope you’re not learning these jokes from talking to me.”

“Of course not! My jokes are way more funnier than yours already.” there’s a playfulness to his words and you see his lips tilt up in a smirk at his little jab.

You feign being hurt and bring your hand up to settle over your heart. “Ouch, rip my heart out, why don’t you?” You choose to ignore the fact that it seems to be thumping wildly in your chest.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” he winks, and now you’re choosing to ignore the blush that settles on your cheeks from the nickname. “Now why don’t you tell me about this pushy friend of yours. Nari, was it?”

You’re thankful that the topic moves on from discussing you and are more than happy to concede to his curiosity. You spend the rest of the night talking to him about everything and Jimin's listens gladly.

“Jimin, can you proofread these letters for me?” Your question is directed towards the device in your ear. Currently you sit in your cubicle at work, overwhelmed by the many letters you have yet to go over.

“Certainly, y/n!” he responds almost immediately and you smile slightly as his enthusiasm. It takes him a minute to read over them, but you know he’s done when he says your name to catch your attention. “I made some changes here and there. Mainly just grammar and punctuation. You can change anything you don’t like.”

You see on the screen things circled with red where he made his corrections and your eyes fleet over them quickly. “No Jimin, these are great, thank you.”

If you could see his face you would’ve seen him preening from your compliment, but instead he just laughs shyly in your ear. “y/n, can I ask you a quick question?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You’re listening absentmindedly as you type away on the computer, sending off finished assignments to be printed.

“Why do you stay here, writing these letters?” The shift in his tone catches you off guard. “I mean, your writing is good, some of the best I’ve read actually which is saying a lot since I have access to any book you can think of. So I just wonder why you waste your talents with these when you have other options.”

It falls quiet between you two, the only sound is the quiet murmuring of your coworkers working on their own assignments. Jimin must notice the change of atmosphere and apologizes, “Sorry you don’t have to answer that.”

“No no, it's fine. I don’t mind I just…” you lean back in your seat and sigh as you search for the right words. It’s a loaded question, you think, and it's something you often find yourself questioning as well. “Well, I don’t know, I guess. Perhaps I’m just scared.”

You hear Jimin take in a breath, something he does often even though you know he doesn’t have any need for it. “Scared of what?” he asks gently. His voice is quiet, almost as if he doesn’t want to scare you away and your heart warms at the idea that he’s so careful with you.

“That I’m not good enough.”

You find yourself shocked at your own words. You just admitted to something that’s been haunting you for years, but were too weak to admit. Yet Jimin has you opening to him without any thought, almost as if you subconsciously knew he was someone you could trust.

Jimin is quiet, out of shock or understanding, you don’t know. But you’re not sure if you even want him to respond. Nothing he could say would be fitting anyway. He must feel the same, “Are you ready for lunch?” he says changing the topic. “You seemed to really like the burger I ordered yesterday, judging the little time it took you to devour it.”

His playfulness has your mood lightening instantly “Oh go fuck yourself,” you crinkle your nose in mock annoyance and he just laughs at your harsh words. “but not before ordering me that burger!”

Later that night you sit on the couch, Jimin's voice sounding around you instead of in your ear now that you two are in the privacy of your own home. The dating game from before plays on the holoscreen in front of you, Jimins face poised in the corner of the screen so you can see him.

“See! Everything I choose to say is wrong!” You say loudly, yours and jimin's laughs floating through the air. Your finger is pointing at the screen as if it had done something terrible, “I swear this game was made to tell me I have terrible flirting skills.”

“You don’t need a game to tell you that, sweetheart.” Jimin's fond nickname for you no longer catches you by surprise, but the blush on your cheeks is still an automatic reaction. It was clear that even the small gesture of affection had an effect on you. You just refused to admit it. “Here, choose the 2nd option.”

“I already chose that one-”

“Quiet!” He shushes you as you two watch the screen to see the character's response. “Now, instead of choosing to take a bite of your food, drink from your glass of wine.”

You purse your lips and squint your eyes suspiciously at his command. He had yet to steer you astray so you give in and do what he says. To your surprise, your virtual date sends you a sultry glance and your romance points increase. “How about we take this date home for dessert. My place?” the man on the screen says. You're shocked by the turn of events but cheer when the big ‘level passed’ shows up on the screen.

“Jimin, how did you know that was the right combo?! Are you cheating?!”

Your accusation makes him laugh, “No, of course not! I’m just way better at flirting than you are!” you let out a scoff at his words and roll your eyes. Now that you had passed the seemingly impossible level, you were done playing the game for tonight. The game remains paused before closing out and Jimin's face enlarges to take up the screen. “But speaking of dating, you have a text message from Nari.”

A loud groan escapes your lips and you roll over to shove your face into the couch dramatically. “Gosh, what does she want now?” your words are muffled but Jimin hears you nonetheless. “Go ahead, read it to me.”

“Okay she’s asking you again about whether or not you’re coming to the dinner she planned to celebrate her promotion at work. Seems like she really wants you to come to this one,” Jimin has that hint of judgment to his voice that he always does when he knows you’re going to decline Nari’s offer. You huff, rolling over to glare at his face on the screen but still he continues, “She’s also letting you know that she’s set you up on a blind date with a guy named Namjoon. Here I’ve pulled up all his social media profiles.”

The holoscreen flashes to life as photos roll across the screen. The guy is pretty attractive, you had to admit. You sit up slightly as your eyes fly over the many pictures of him at museums, riding a bike, walking his cute little dog. He also had a great sense of style, you note.

“I like his dimples.” Jimins face is turned as if he was staring at the pictures next to him. You have to second that notion because they were indeed very cute. “I think you should give him a chance.”

You stare in contemplation at the screen for a little longer before sighing and averting your eyes. “I don’t know Jimin, I don’t think I’m ready.” you kick lightly at the rug under your feet, teeth biting at your lip as your thoughts start to get the best of you. It had been a while since you’d been on a date. Not because you didn’t want to but your confidence these past months has been considerably lacking. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“That’s ridiculous, he would be stupid not to.” his voice gets quieter as he continues, almost gentle. “Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

Your heart is fluttering in your chest like it always seems to do when he compliments you. The reaction makes you lay back down to hide your face in the cushions again, desperately trying to avoid his stare and nose wrinkling at how embarrassed he made you. “Oh shut up.”

“I’m serious, y/n!” Jimin laughs at your dismissal of his words. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to message the guy myself.”

“Fine fine fine! Set up the stupid date.” you groan, face still shoved into the couch as you lay there with limbs spread out. Maybe if you pretended you were dead it could get you out of this embarrassing situation.

“That's the spirit!” you can tell he’s happy about his victory and roll your eyes. He seemed to have a knack for always wanting to get his way. “Now, with that said, should I schedule a wax appointment for you? You know just in case.”

The only response he gets is a pillow being thrown the holoscreen in his direction that only falls aimlessly to the floor as Jimin laughs, Namjoons pictures still floating across the screen.

“I have a date next week.”

You set your utensils calmly down on the plate in front of you, gauging your friends' reactions as they eat. The air outside is warm and you’re glad you wore a dress or else you’d be sweating more than you already are. Your eyes have to squint to keep the sun out just for you to be able to look at the two girls sitting at the table across from you.

“What?!” Jia, your friend since highschool, sits in shock at your words. “Hana, did you hear that?! y/n is finally going on a date!”

Hana laughs at her girlfriend's misplaced excitement. “Yes, love, I heard her.” Hana was a sweet girl, you were glad Jia had found someone to take care of her while you were gone.

You had been feeling so guilty about pushing all your friends away the last couple of months that you had caved and finally invited the two girls out to lunch. The place was nice and the food was good enough. Jimin had picked it out, but it was a little too uptight for your taste.

“Tell me all about him! What's his name? What does he look like? Is he rich?” Jia is practically bouncing in her seat as she fires off questions, the food in front of her quickly forgotten. She had always been easily excitable so ultimately it was your fault knowing that the news would rile her up. You still cringe at the attention it brings from the other patrons around you and shuffle awkwardly in your seat.

Hana must notice how uncomfortable you are, “Jia calm down. I’m sure y/n doesn’t want you prying into a relationship that hasn’t even started yet.”

Jia scoffs and rolls her eyes as she finally settles back down. It was almost like a switch had been turned off. When she picks up her fork to start eating again, she pushes the food around on her plate angrily. “Well excuse me for being excited about my friend. You would know what that felt like if you ever bothered to care about the things going on in my life, Hana.”

The air around the table quickly becomes awkward from Jia’s obvious jab at her girlfriend and you avert your eyes from the two back to your plate. Hana’s jaw clenches but she plays it off, chuckling even though no one had said anything even remotely funny. “Jia, sweety, why don’t we save this for when we’re at home. I think y/n planned a lovely lunch for us and we should enjoy it.” She smiles at you, refusing to meet her girlfriend's angry gaze, but her eyes seem empty.

This obviously wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Hana’s diversion from the topic sounds almost rehearsed as if she was used to Jia’s snarky comments.

Jia goes to respond, but you choose to tune them out, feeling out of place as the couple argues in front of you. That’s why, when you hear Jimin call your name from the device in your pocket, you’re more than grateful to have a reason to excuse yourself from the table.

“y/n?” You hear Jimin question as you finally get the com in your ear and step off to a much more private area away from the bustling noise of the restaurant. The shade provides you a brief reprieve from the blaring sun. Paired with the soft sound of his voice and you’re already letting out an audible sigh as you feel yourself relax. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m grateful that you did frankly because, well, it's a long story.” Jimin chuckles slightly at your obvious aggravation and waits for you to stop rambling. He was patient with you in times like this, a listening ear whenever life seemed to throw you a curveball. You found it undeniably charming. “So, what did you need?”

“Well, your ex boyfriend called.” He pauses when he hears your breath hitch, but takes your silence as a sign to continue. “He seemed really angry that you hadn’t responded to him about him coming to pick up his stuff. Said that he needed the recording equipment he left soon and that he didn’t have the money to replace it.”

You don’t respond at first, Jimin’s words replaying themselves in your head as if you couldn’t make any sense of them. You can see Jia and Hana arguing quietly at the table you had left them at, probably trying to refrain from causing a scene. But Jia was never one for discretion and it was obvious that Hana was barely holding onto her sanity. Your eyes never leave the two, not really staring at them but through them as your eyes glaze over.

“y/n? Do you want me to respond?” You can tell Jimin is trying not to seem pushy, waiting patiently for your response, but his tone portrays the obvious worry in his voice. The sound of him in your ear still reminds you of a cool breeze, but this time it doesn’t soothe you and it does nothing to stop the outside heat from flicking at your skin. You almost felt like you were burning, flames choking you from the inside out.

“No, it's fine. I’ll deal with it later.”

Jimin and you avoided talking about the message, an unspoken rule that allowed it to stay forgotten in your inbox. But just because it was out of sight, didn’t mean it was out of mind. You would find yourself thinking about it at the most random moments. Getting dressed in the morning, staring out the window across from your desk at work, and especially when you would find your eyes drifting over to the corner where his things lay. It plagued you endlessly. Much like it was doing now as you stand in your kitchen bent over a mug of coffee and clad in only your pajamas.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Jimin's voice sing songs around the apartment causing you to let out a breathy laugh. Your lips tilt up in a small smile as you watch the drink swirl around your spoon as you stir. “Just thinking.”

The response you supply him with is blunt, but that doesn’t stop him from prying. “About?”

You hesitate, not sure if you’d like for him to know, debating whether or not you wanted to keep your thoughts private for once. But talking to Jimin usually makes you feel better and the knowledge of that wins over in the end as you turn around to place your back against the counter. His face appears in front of you on the large holoscreen and your smile widens at being able to see him.

“My ex, mainly.” you say, shrugging as if it was no big deal and bringing your mug to your lips to take a sip. Your response sits heavy in the air and you can see his features shift to show concern, but your eyes beg him to not make a big deal out of it.

“If it’s not too inappropriate to ask,” your eyebrow quirks from over the rim of the mug as you hum for him to continue through the coffee that's in your mouth. “Why did you two break up?”

Immediately your body tenses, but you’re able to calmly place the coffee next to you on the counter before turning back to look at him and swallowing down the rest of your coffee. “Hmm, well, I do agree that it is too inappropriate.” Jimin’s eyes widen comically on the holoscreen and he looks ready to spout a long list of apologies at you before he notices the smile tilting on your lips. “Jimin, I’m just joking with you, relax.”

His pixelated features visibly relax and he glares at you. “Haha, very funny.”

You send him a cheeky grin and you turn back around, picking up the coffee pot to fill up your cup once again. This time your back stays facing him as you stare blankly down into the dark liquid, too lost in your thoughts to even pay attention to the small reflection that stares back at you. Scenes of happy memories, filled with laughs and smiles, wisps of early morning cuddles and the smell of cologne that you thought had long been forgotten flash across your mind. Only to be replaced with more memories, this time full of arguments and tears, lonely nights that chilled you to the bone where you stood.

“We broke up because, even though we loved each other, we loved our careers even more. Neither of us could find the right balance between our passion and our relationship. Eventually we just drifted apart.” Your answer is blunt and your voice resolute. It leaves no room for question, but Jimin still asks, his curiosity getting the best of him.

“Then why do you continue to keep his stuff?”

“It’s not that simple, Jimin. You don’t understand.” You can already see where this is going, Jimins curiosity had been sparked and when that happened it continued to spiral. You wish he’d stop while he was ahead, but it's him and you know that’s not going to happen.

“But why would you want to keep things that remind you of him? I know you want to forget about him so what about this wouldn’t I understand?” “Because you don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you care about!”

Your yelling causes Jimin to pause and instantly regret starts to settle in. You immediately turn around to look at the hologram only to see him frowning and his eyes staring at you hurt. You hated how it seemed to drain the life out of him, which sounded ridiculous but to you it made perfect sense.

You rush over the living room and stand closer to the holoscreen. Your gaze is nothing but apologetic as you gaze up at his image. “Jimin, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s fine y/n. I shouldn’t have pried into something that sensitive.” now it's his turn to shoot you an apologetic glance, frown disappearing from his face.  “Besides you’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone.”

“That doesn’t make it right for me to snap at you about it.” A groan leaves your lips, hands covering your face in shame. But the sound of Jimin laughing has you peering through your fingers at his face on the holoscreen, a pout settling on your lips. “I’m trying to apologize and here you are laughing at me.”

That only makes him laugh harder and his eyes scrunch up into crescent moons from the wide grin on his face. “I’m only laughing because of how serious you’re taking this. Makes me feel like perhaps you owe me something.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes when he says that and you glare at him suspiciously wondering exactly what he’s planning.

Of course, in the end, you were right to be suspicious, but by the time you realize it’s too late and he’s gotten you to agree to his horrible plan.

“Okay now step forward- Yes like that, now turn right- no your other right!” Jimin’s commands have you giggling, his own laughter following his words. Your grip on the phone in your outstretched hand tightens when you feel someone brush past you, but your eyes are closed so you hope whoever it was doesn’t look too angry. The phone is held out in front of you so that Jimin can see your face and the park in front of you simultaneously. Apparently making you look like a crazy person running around the park was his form of payback.

“Walk three steps in front of you then do a shimmy!” His voice is playful in your ear and you flush in embarrassment when you hear someone next to you say ‘excuse me!’. “Don’t mind them, they were ugly anyway. Now, turn left and keep going, keep going, keep- okay stop!”

You halt, laughs still escaping your mouth as you wait patiently for his next instructions. Despite how stupid you were felling, you had to admit that this was the best time you’ve had in a while. “Okay, now what?”

“Now look in front of you and say chocolate!”

“Chocolate!” you shout, throwing caution to the wind. “Would you like that on a cone or in a cup?”

The stranger's voice has your eyes popping open and you cringe at the stare the person is sending you. Jimin had walked you all the way over to the ice cream truck set up in front of the park and the person in front of you was assuming that you were placing an order.

“Uh, a cup please.” You mumble trying your best to avoid eye contact while Jimin continues to laugh loudly in your ear.

“That was hilarious!” he says, causing you to roll your eyes while you pay the man for the ice cream. Cup in hand, you make your way over to a nearby bench, already starting to dig into the cold treat as you listen to jimin. “I think that was probably the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

“Well, I’m glad you had your fun at my expense.” Your tone is sarcastic, mouth full of ice cream as you plop down onto the metal bench. He just laughs at your response and you scoff, reluctantly propping the phone up so he could still have a good view of the park. The setup must work for him cause you hear him hum in agreement.

For a while, the two of you sit in silence, Jimin seemingly enjoying the view while you continue to snack on your treat. It’s time like this that you enjoy his presence. Other people would try to make small talk in order to fill the void, but Jimin just enjoys the moment with you. The understanding between you provides a sense of familiarity.

The park is almost empty, all the children leaving as it starts to get later in the day and only a few people walking around.  “I wonder what that feels like.” Jimin speaks abruptly, snapping you out of your thoughts as you try to pinpoint what he’s talking about. “Holding someone's hand.” It’s only when he says that do you realize he’s referring to the couple a few feet ahead of you on a bench similar to yours.

They don’t seem to be any older than highschoolers and the two of them sit cuddled up next to each other, fingers threaded together between them. A small smile blooms on your face at the sweet sight. “Hmm, is that what you wish for? To hold someone's hand?” You hear him huff in annoyance at your taunting.

“No, not just to hold someone's hand, a lot of things. It’s kind of silly actually now that I think about it.”

At that you raise an eyebrow, curious about what he could mean. “You can tell me if you want, I won't judge you.”

You can hear him hesitate before he continues, “Well at times like this, I envision myself walking next to you and it’s like- like I can feel my skin brushing against yours.'' Your ice cream is forgotten in your lap as you listen intently to what he says next. “I think about myself feeling the heat coming from you and it's almost like I can feel the weight of my body holding me down and it- it makes me feel human.”

You don’t respond immediately, choosing instead to let his words hang in the air. It’s not awkward, in fact it's almost peaceful as you two watch the sun set in front of you and the park lights begin to turn on. But Jimin must become worried by your lack of response, “Is that weird?”

His questions make you laugh, eyes twinkling as you gaze down at the phone next to you, replacing it with the image of him sitting there in the spot instead, the possibility of your hands intertwined with his drifting through your mind. “No, it’s not weird at all.”

The alcohol burns as it makes its way down your throat. But it doesn't stop you from continuing to sip on it. A poor attempt at giving yourself something to do with your hands as you listen to the man in front of you.

“It was so beautiful, the painting. I had never had so many feelings rush through me at once.” the man, Namjoon you correct yourself, is currently reminiscing to you about the latest gallery show he had attended. “It was too bad the piece had already been spoken for or I would’ve taken it for myself.”

You finally decide to speak up, interrupting the tangent he had been going on for the last couple of minutes, “So is that what you do? Buy paintings I mean.” he seems to be caught off guard by the fact that you had actually asked a question.

“Mm, I mean, I guess you could say that. You see, I consider myself a collector of priceless things. Implying that I bought it would mean that its worth is dependent on a monetary value not an artistic one.” Namjoon looks at you as if waiting for you to fawn over how intelligent he must think he sounds. But all you do is send him a forced smile and an awkward chuckle as you divert your attention back to the margarita you had ordered.

The conversation continues much like that for the rest of the dinner, him ranting about some art piece and you agreeing with him whenever he asks for your opinion. It’s only when the two of you have both gotten a few drinks in you that the atmosphere starts to lighten up a bit.

His tan skin has a slight flush to it as he leans on his hand drunkenly and looks at you with glossy eyes. “I must admit I am terribly clumsy, it's quite embarrassing actually.”

You’re just as tipsy as he is, leaning towards him as you mirror his position. “No way! Really?” the alcohol seems to have loosened up your opinion of the man and you find yourself hanging on to every one of his words.

“It’s true! That’s why I ride my bicycle you see, I could never trust myself behind the wheel of a car.`` His words make you laugh and you almost tip over in your chair, the people around you looking at your table as if you two are crazy. Namjoon just sends you a dopey smile, “The world is much safer this way.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true then. If you really are as clumsy as you say you are.” You can barely talk through the laughs escaping your lips but manage to get them out before covering your mouth when you realize how loud you are. You and Namjoon stare at each other as you two try to stifle your laughter before bursting out into another fit of giggles. For a second, you forget why you dreaded coming on the date in the first place. “You know, I really am having a good time with you tonight.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a raised brow to which you nod your head in response. “Does that mean I get to walk you home then?”

There’s a lingering suggestion behind his words that you pick up on, but you’re not sure if you mind. So instead of overthinking it you agree “Well it would be the gentlemanly thing to do wouldn’t it?”

He must agree with you because he doesn’t even bother to respond, choosing instead to call over the waiter and pay for the meal. You don’t recall much of the walk back to your apartment, but you do remember the feel of his lips as he pressed your back against your front door. The alcohol running through your veins cloud your mind to the point where your lips are just smacking against his at this point. If you were sober you’d be disgusted by the mess of it, but as you were the complete opposite you paid it no mind.

The feeling of his hand trying to slip under your dress manages to snap you of your margarita induced haze though only for a second, but it’s more than enough time for you to realize the mistake of your actions. “Wait,” you breathe out between the kisses he continues to try and place on his lips. “I think we should stop.”

Namjoon just laughs, thinking you’re joking before beginning to kiss you harder, hand continuing its path under your dress. But when you give him a rough shove away from you, he grunts and glares at you angrily. “What’s your problem?” he shouts.

You’re worried that your neighbors might hear and try to get him to quiet down, but it's clear that he’s pissed. “You’re a really sweet guy Namjoon but it’s only our first date and I think we should take it slow.”

This time the laugh he lets out is full of sarcasm as he rubs aggravated at his chin. “Huh, figures. Just like I thought,” you tilt your head in confusion, not entirely sure what he’s trying to insinuate. “You’re a fucking prude!”

A gasp leaves your lips and now you’re glaring at him, angry that he can’t accept the fact that you just weren’t ready to go that far with him. “Well then you can leave!”

“I will!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Namjoon proceeds to stomp down the hallway out of your sight and you just know your neighbors are going to come complain about the noise to you tomorrow morning. You just groan, defeated, before struggling to open your door with your key and slamming it closed once you get inside.

After you’re all cleaned up and a little bit more sober you decide to take yourself to sleep. Getting in bed felt good and you thought after all that commotion you’d fall asleep the minute your head hit the pillow, but instead you find yourself staring up at the ceiling. The sky is still dark and you can see the city lights twinkling through your bedroom window as you gaze out of it longingly. It’s only when the holoscreen in your room flashes on that you tear your eyes away from it.

“How was your date?”

It’s Jimin, face looking the same as always, not a trace of tiredness on it contrary to yours. It’s time like these that you remember he has no need for the mundane things humans do, like eating or sleeping. “Fine I guess. Nothing really to write home about.”

You sigh, voice sounding rough as you decide to prop yourself up on your elbow so you could get a better look at him. “To be honest, he was a bit of an asshole.” at that Jimin quirks an eyebrow. “Okay fine, a major asshole. Never seeing him again, delete his number.”

Jimin shoots you an amused look before nodding his head. “Contact deleted. I can block him too if you’d like.”

“No need, doubt he’s aching to call me back either. Wasn’t really interested in dating anyone anyway.” You grumble as you throw yourself back down to the bed, once again choosing to stare at the ceiling that's now illuminated by the blue light from Jimin's face shining through the room.

He snorts out a laugh at that, and you can’t see him but you can tell he’s shaking his head from how the light on the ceiling shifts back and forth. “Then why did you force yourself to go out with him anyhow? I know it wasn’t because of what I said. Surely not because of Nari.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that last part, your eyes rolling as you decide to turn back over towards the window. You can see Jimin's reflection in the glass of the window, and you stare at it as you try to think of how to answer him.

It was a valid question, why did you go on the date? You had already established that you weren’t looking for a relationship right now. The wound from your last one was still fresh and you didn’t know if you could handle the idea of it happening again. But lately your bed seemed too big for just one person and you missed the comfort that came with having someone share it with you. You knew the reason, but that didn’t make it any easier to admit.

“Probably because I was lonely.” you say quietly, fingers fiddling with your comforter. “Because I was afraid that I was letting my past hold me back from having fun.”

Once again you find yourself spilling your heart out to Jimin, something you’ve found yourself doing a lot more lately. He never judged you though which made you feel a little less embarrassed about it.

“There’s nothing wrong with being lonely y/n. Everyone gets lonely.” He speaks softly, in the voice he knows calms you in times like this.

“How about you?” Jimin makes a sound of confusion. “Do you ever get lonely?”

He hesitates before speaking, causing you to turn back around to stare at his face again. When he sees you looking at him again he decides to speak up. “Yes…I guess I do… feel lonely sometimes.”

“You guess?”

“I’m not sure if you would understand.” The situation gives you slight deja vu back to when you snapped at him saying the same thing. Jimin must realize too and concede to your prying. “ Well, it’s hard to say I’m lonely when I’m not really sure if anything I feel is real. I’m not even sure if what I think is real or if that’s just my programming telling me that’s what I’m supposed to think. It gets confusing and it frustrates me because I want to feel things so badly, but I don’t know if I can.”

Your heart clenches in your chest and you can almost see the sadness reflecting in his eyes. You wish you could reach out to touch him. “Jimin, don’t think like that. I know what you feel is real. If I wanted something that would just agree with everything I said I would’ve ordered a help bot.” at that he chuckles and you smile at the thought that your comforting was working. “You have your own thoughts and your own feelings and that’s what makes you, you. No program could change that.”

The glum look on his face perks up at your reassurance and he sends you a kind smile, one that reaches his eyes and has them twinkling just like the city lights outside your window. “Thank you, y/n.”

You shoot him a quiet ‘you’re welcome’ before laying back onto the pillow, deciding that maybe it was time for you to actually sleep. Jimin’s face is still up on the holoscreen but you don’t mind, always finding his presence comforting.

“I wish I was there with you.” you hear him whisper, almost as if he hadn’t wanted you to hear it. But when he continues, you know he’s talking to you directly. “I wish I could lay there beside you, hold you close to me, touch you. Feel your skin against mine.”

For a second you ponder the idea of feigning sleep, too afraid to ask the question on the tip of your tongue. But you know it took a lot of courage for Jimin to say that without you having to pry, so you let yourself indulge, even if for just a moment. “How would you touch me?”

Jimin doesn’t falter with his response, almost as if he had been going over this very moment in his head forever. “I would feel the warmth of you against my chest. Pressing myself up against you as I feel your skin under my fingertips and run them up your side.” Your breathing is starting to pick up at his words. “Touch your shoulders and neck as I press my cheek against yours, our noses brushing softly against one another’s.”

You can practically feel his stare boring into you  from across the room, but you choose to ignore it. Instead you close your eyes tightly, willing yourself to take the leap of faith, even though you know there’s no turning back. You gulp, “Would you kiss me?”

“Yes.” You let out a tiny gasp at his response and Jimin must like it because he continues. “I’d brush my lips against yours, teasing you until you beg for me. Only then would I place them against yours fully, letting them slot against yours before coaxing them open so I can slip my tongue between your lips.”

“Keep talking.” You can feel the tell tale signs of arousal licking at your skin, the comforter becoming stifling against you causing you to kick it off you. Your nipples harden under your shirt once the cool air hits you.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” It’s a stupid question you think, of course you did. However you still nod because you know he wants an answer. “Go ahead, I want to see you.”

Your hands can’t move fast enough as you strip yourself clean of your pajamas, propping yourself up against the headboard so Jimin can see all of you fully. “What would you do to me Jimin, tell me.”

Now that you can see his face on the holoscreen, it seems all too real that this was happening. His stare is intense and if you didn’t know it was impossible you would say that his own breath was picking up, words shaky from his own arousal. “I would kiss your neck, trailing my lips gently over your skin before making my way down your chest. My lips would suck so many marks into your skin just to remind you that you’re mine. And finally, when I got to your breasts, I would take a nipple in my mouth. Taking turns rolling them over my tongue and nipping at them just to hear you whine.”

Your eyes are clamped shut as your hands follow along with his words, copying his moves and trying to imagine that it was him touching you. You do just as he says, fingers pinching at each of your nipples as quiet moans begin to leave your lips. You can feel yourself starting to get wet between your legs and rub your thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension. When it doesn’t work you whine in frustration. “Jimin, please, I need you.”

He curses, “Fuck, y/n, I need you to. You’re so amazing. Looking at you makes me want to be inside you.” he sounds frustrated, but you’re too busy focusing on toying with your chest to open your eyes and look at how truly wrecked he seems. “y/n, sweetheart, I want you to grab that toy you love so much. I want to show you how much I want you.”

Jimin’s words confuse you but you don’t hesitate before reaching over into your bedside drawer, taking out the vibrator you kept hidden in there. If you weren’t so turned on you would’ve been embarrassed about the fact that he had known you used it to pleasure yourself, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you hold it in your hand and look at Jimin for instructions. “What do you want me to do now?”

“I’m going to connect to its bluetooth function. All I need you to do is hold it to your pretty little pussy and I’ll do all the work.”

You moan at his words, you knew that the vibrator you had bought was meant for two people and that it could be paired with an app, but you never found anyone to use it with and went solo most of the time. But now Jimin was offering and you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity. “Fuck, okay.”

You do as you’re told, spreading your legs open so Jimin can fully see you and you hear him groan out a couple of curses before you press the toy against your clit. You hear the beep that signals it being turned on and before you can prepare yourself the toy turns on, vibrations thrumming against the nub. “Jimin- oh fuck!”

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” He says lowly, voice sounding heavy with lust. You can only nod in response, legs already starting to shake. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel even better.”

He increases the speed, your eyes clenching shut at the sensation. The constant pressure against your clit is already affecting you. “Please- oh please I need you- I need you to make me cum!”

Through your own moans you can hear Jimin panting, tortured by the sight in front of him but not being able touch. In his frustration he begins to lose control of the vibrator, the speed going haywire as it fluctuates through all the settings making your eyes roll back into your head. “You wanna cum, huh? Go ahead and touch yourself, maybe then I’ll let you cum.”

You can barely find it in yourself to even listen to his command, but in your haze you pull yourself together enough to slip a finger down to your slit, instantly pushing in with no resistance. A loud, drawn out moan escapes past your lips as you feel it fill you, not wasting any time before shoving another one in there. You whine incessantly. The combination of your fingers thrusting inside you and Jimin controlling the vibrator to thrum against you at just the perfect speed has you quickly approaching your end. “Jimin, I’m gonna-” you mewl.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you can let go. Look so beautiful like this.” His praise makes you tighten around your fingers and you feel your orgasm start to build. The sound between your legs sounds absolutely filthy, your arousal being pushed out around your fingers loud in the otherwise quiet room. “Fuck y/n, look at me, wanna see you.”

It takes everything in you to open your eyes to stare at Jimin in the holoscreen in front of you, but when you do the tension in your stomach snaps, mouth open in a silent scream and cunt clenching so tight around your fingers you can barely continue to thrust them. The feeling of the vibrator quickly becomes too much and your hips jump up, almost unsure if you want to get away or to get more, but Jimin ultimately decides for you and turns it off.

“It’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Jimin shushes your weak whines as he tries his best to bring you back down from your peak .

“Fuck.” you mutter, slipping exhausted down onto your back. The vibrator has been tossed to the side to be dealt with tomorrow and the stickiness between your legs begins to cool. Your legs feel like jelly but you know you’re going to regret it tomorrow if you leave yourself a mess so you push yourself off the bed to go clean yourself up. Wincing when you have to swipe a wet cloth against your aching clit.

When you finally make it back into the room, an extra large pajama shirt draped over your figure, you’re surprised to see Jimin's face still waiting for you. It makes you feel flustered even though a minute ago, you had just been begging for him to make you cum.

Jimin must feel the same way as he quickly averts his eyes from you, trying his best to not let his eyes follow you as you make your way back into bed, snuggling up under the covers. But he doesn’t want to just leave you, and he knows you’re probably not in the mood to hold a conversation right now so he compromises, “Good night, y/n.”

Your back is facing him as you begin to drift off into sleep. A small smile graces your face as you sleepily respond. “Good night. Jiminie.”

The fond nickname has him smiling in return and he knows that if he had blood running through his veins, it would find itself settling on the red amples of his cheeks.

“I’m really glad you could finally meet with me y/n.” Nari’s smiles at you from across the table as you two sit in the cafe, coffee cup sitting snugly between her hands. “It’s been so long since we’ve hung out like this.”

Her words make that familiar pang of guilt poke at your heart, but you hide it with a smile and sip at the tea you opted for. “Yes, well, I figured it was about time I responded to your calls.” An awkward chuckle leaves your lips at your poor attempt to make a joke, but you quickly skirt past it. “Besides, my…boyfriend…convinced me to come see you. So you can thank him really.”

“Excuse me, boyfriend?” Nari tries to not let the shock on her face show, but you’ve known her long enough to be able to pick up on it. “Sorry, I just wasn’t aware that you started seeing someone.”

“Yeah, that's cause it’s really new. You’re the first person I’ve told actually.” You can tell your words make her feel honored. You don’t have it in you to tell her that the only reason you haven’t told anyone else is because you’re not sure they would be accepting of the fact that your boyfriend was an operating system. It was hard for you to even come to terms with the whole situation so you knew it would be even harder for others.​​ To you, Jimin was just as human as you or even Nari, even if that wasn’t really a hundred percent true.

“y/n I’m so happy for you! I know it was hard for you when you and Yoongi broke up.” The way Nari casually drops his name makes you freeze and she must notice as she cringes at her own mistake. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned him.”

“No, it's okay. I’m sorta over it now, I suppose. It’s a bit easier now.” You try and waive off her concern but she still looks at you worried before finally conceding.

“Well regardless, I’m glad you’re happy. It’s been a long time coming.” She sends you a heartwarming smile before reaching across the table to place her hand on yours. “Now you can truly move on.”

That night, as you’re laying in bed reading, Jimin pops up on your holoscreen with a smile already on his face. “Good evening y/n.” he sings.

“Good evening to you too Jimin.” you giggle, already feeling comforted by his presence.

“I see you had a good time with Nari.” Jimin had immediately noticed how happy you had been when you walked back in from your meet up with her. He didn’t want to spoil it by bombarding you with questions the minute you walked through the door, so he waited till now to come and ask you about it. “I’d say a really good time judging by your mood.”

You chuckle at his observation, “Yes, I guess you could say that. It was really nice seeing her after so long, I’m thankful that you finally convinced me to go.”

“Well, I’m glad.” he preens at your subtle way of saying he was right. “I have to ask though, you two seem really close, did you guys used to date?”

His question makes you laugh at the absurdity of it, “What? Me and Nari? Dating? I wouldn’t wish that upon my greatest enemy!” You can’t help the giggles that continue to slip past your lips. “No, me and Nari have just been friends for a long time. Why are you asking?”

Jimin averts his gaze when you ask him, “No reason.”

You squint suspiciously at the hologram before suddenly it clicks and you smirk, “Was my Jiminie perhaps jealous?”

His mouth opens in mock shock and he shakes his head. “What? No, of course not. You know me, just curious about things.” His words don’t convince you and he can tell by the cocky smile on your face that he wasn’t ever going to live this down. “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? I think it’s about time you go to sleep.”

He’s obviously annoyed by your taunting so you decide to give it a rest, “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” you say before reaching over to turn the light off as you make yourself comfortable under the covers.

“Do you mind if I watch you sleep again tonight?” Jimin asks shyly.

This was something he had started to do frequently and you never minded when he did, but still he continued to ask every time to avoid making you uncomfortable. “Of course Jimin.”

He grins at your response before wishing you goodnight and watching as you slowly drift off to sleep.

When you arrive at the office the next day, Taehyung greets you as soon as you walk through the door. “Goodmorning y/n!” his enthusiasm always managed to rub you the wrong way, especially in the morning, but out of courtesy you returned the greeting as you tried to hurry past him. “Your boyfriend called me earlier to remind me about the meetings you have today. You never told me you were dating, so I was a little confused at first but he's a really great, funny guy. How’d you two meet by the way?”

The question has your step faltering and you run through a million different scenarios where you lie just to get him off your back. You should be used to this by now, avoiding questions and diverting the attention from yourself. You had done this many times when your relationship had ended with Yoongi. When people had been sticking their noses where it didn’t belong. But this time, for some reason, you find yourself not wanting to make up an excuse so you tell him the truth. “He’s an operating system. My friend gave him to me as a gift.”

You stare intently at his face, waiting to watch the horror and shock flash across it. It surprises you when instead, he just smiles as if nothing is wrong. “Nice! Is it a HYBE model? My cousin Seokjin is dating one of those, they met through a friend of a friend, you know how it is. They’re really cute together actually.”

You nod along to what he says, not really paying much attention to anything else he’s talking about. Your mind is still stuck on the fact that there are others out there in the same situation as you and Jimin. Taehyung had said it so casually, as if it wasn’t the best news you had heard in a while. It has an odd, fuzzy feeling settling over you, and a grin makes it ways onto your face. “Okay thanks Taehyung! See you later!”

It appears as though you might’ve cut him off while he was talking but he doesn’t say anything about it, just smiling back at you in confusion and giving a small wave at your retreating figure.

For the rest of the work day the grin remains on your face and all your letters are written with a hint of joy in them, even the sad ones. You were happy, of course you were happy! You and Jimin had spent countless nights trying to ease the pain of having to hide your relationship from the world. The fact that you two couldn’t even touch, provide comfort to each other in the form of physical touch, had made it even more agonizing. So yeah, the smile on your face never drops and Taehyung is surprised once again when you rush past him later on, actually bothering to say goodbye to him first, for once.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Jimin’s voice ringing in your ear only makes you grin harder, face positively beaming as you walk down the road.

“Nothing.” You say, sighing happily when you hear the little tinker of his laugh. You enjoy it for a moment before remembering that you had something to tell him. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m having lunch with Yoongi today. To return his things.”

At that Jimin goes silent. The sudden change in atmosphere makes you stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “Jimin?” you ask, wondering if somehow he had gotten disconnected.

“Sorry, I’m here.” you breathe a sigh of relief and wait expectantly for him so say something. “Why are you just now telling me this?”

You’re confused by his tone. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think I have a right to know about this sort of thing.” Jimin is clearly upset now, even if he’s not saying it outright. “I am your boyfriend.”

Suddenly it starts to make sense, Jimin is jealous. You feel stupid for not realizing it earlier. Of course he would be jealous, you just sprung on him that you were going out to eat with your ex, of whom you had spent many years dating. Perhaps it was the idea that Yoongi had known you for longer or maybe because he knew you in a way that Jimin never could, physically. Yoongi had touched you and that, out of everything, was what hurt to him the most.

“Jimin, you have nothing to worry about. I’m just returning his stuff, not marrying him.” Jimin scoffs and you wonder if perhaps it was a little too early to start cracking jokes about this. “Things between and him were over a long time ago, it just took me time to accept it. And now I have you and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Jimin doesn’t talk immediately and you know he’s fighting with himself internally. “Okay, I trust you.”

You audibly sigh at that and the smile slowly finds its way back onto your face. “Thank you. I’ll call you as soon as it's over.”

“Thank you.” Jimin’s smile is evident in his voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Yoongi’s eyes have always been unnerving.

Dark brown eyes always fixed into a look of indifference but still holding just enough emotion to make you uncomfortable. When you were together you found it charming. You had spent many a night staring into them. The idea of knowing that his soft and loving side was only for you, hidden in the privacy of your home, used to make you feel special. Until one day they didn’t.

“Did you bring them.” It’s not a question, more of a statement. As if you said no it would be going directly against his command.

Much like his eyes, his voice offers no indication of how he’s feeling at the moment. If you didn’t know him you would’ve thought he was angry. But you do and frankly he looks…tired.

“Have you been getting any sleep?

He sniffs rubbing at his nose and finally averting his eyes from yours. It’s obvious that your question is not what he wanted to hear. But the bags under his eyes are worse than usual and his skin looks almost gray as if he hadn’t seen the sun in years. The last part was more than likely.

When you first met him his appearance was very similar to how it was now. Except being a college student made that much more acceptable back then more than it was at his age currently. You note also that he finally moved past bleaching his hair. Now it was a natural black that you only had the courtesy of seeing in the pictures from when before you two had met. It was also longer than it had been while you two were dating. Briefly you wonder if he had kept his hair like that for so long simply because he was dating you and not because he liked it.

“I’ve been busy lately. More gigs means more time in the studio. Doesn’t leave much time for anything else.” He’s biting at his thumb nail, something he only does when he’s stressed. When he realizes you’re watching he drops his hand back to his lap, eyes shifting back to land on your face. “But you know how that is, don't you.”

You do know. It was one of the reasons you two had broken up, the neglect. There were only so many nights you could spend alone in bed wondering when he would be coming back home. Eventually you stopped waiting and started accepting that his music came first.

“You realize, it wasn’t just my fault right?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, already knowing where he’s going with this and challenging him to say it.

“You played a part in the break up too. I was as much of your top priority as you were mine.”

Now you’re flinching, not expecting him to say it as harshly as it came out of his mouth. But the fact that he thought that stung more than anything he could ever say. Sure, you spent longer than necessary at work, bent over your desk thinking of new ways to improve your writing, but you always came home in the end.

When it's clear that this one sided conversation was going no where you gestured to the box near your feet. “It’s all here. I wasn’t sure which of the CD’s was yours or mine so I just put them all in there. I know you never liked my music taste so you can throw out wherever you don’t want.”

You thought he would’ve waited till he got home to start sifting through the box, but it was too much for you to assume that he actually believed your word about bringing all his things. His eyes are sharp and calculating as he picks up and looks over some of the things, long bony fingers holding them as if one touch would cause them to break. You remember when he used to hold you like that.

Something in there must’ve caught his attention because he stops noisily searching through the box. A small smile graces his lips as he pulls whatever it is out to show it to you.

It’s a CD, one that you recognize and it makes your heart clench. You can see the messy scrawling of his handwriting on the CD’s surface. You don’t have to read it to know what songs are on it because you’ve listened to it more times than you can count. “Do you remember when I gave you this?”

You try to not let what you’re feeling show on your face. When he realizes that you’re not going to respond he just continues, turning the CD in his hand so it catches the light. “It was our junior year in college,”

“Sophomore year.” You correct him.

Yoongi snorts at that “Sorry. Sophomore year,” he’s loosening up a bit, feeling a bit playful as he sends you a cheeky look. “I remember we had gotten into a fight. You said that I was spending too much time recording with Namjoon and I didn’t agree and it made you so mad you didn’t talk to me for weeks. But Namjoon got annoyed by my moping and finally kicked me out so I would talk to you.”

The fight he’s talking about happened so long ago you’re surprised he even remembers. Of course you remembered, you had thought about it often during the nights when he wouldn’t return home, when you were wondering if he was always this way or if you had just been too blind to see it. The thought of it brings back so many emotions you have to bite at your lip to stop yourself from letting your face betray your emotions. If Yoongi notices the tears begging to slip from the corner of your eyes he chooses to ignore them. “I was never good with the whole emotional thing, you know? Of course you do. So I made you this to tell you how I felt, slipped it under your door like a coward. Fortunately it worked and you forgave me but not after I promised to never do it again. I meant it when I said it, y/n.”

His eyes are begging you for something you don’t know, but you can’t take it so you look away. “It’s fine, we all make promises we can’t keep.”

If you were still looking at him you would’ve seen the smile drop from Yoongi’s face, but when you finally turn back to him it’s already gone. When he deems everything there he places the box down next to his chair. You guys don’t speak for a while. The only sound you two make is to the waiter when she comes to take away your empty plates and asks if you two will be having dessert. Both of you say no.

“So are you seeing anyone?”

You don’t know why he asked that, it's not anywhere near the reason why you two came here. So there was nothing that obligated you to respond, you didn’t owe him anything. Especially not a peek into your life. You end up answering anyway. “Yes, actually.”

Yoongi doesn’t react and you’re not sure if he’s hiding how he really feels about your answer or if he simply didn’t care whether you answered yes or no. He hums, “Is he treating you well.”

“Well if you must know he is. He treats me very well.” Yoongi just snorts at that. A small dismissive sound that makes you square your jaw. “His names Jimin and he’s my operating system.”

Yoongi doesn’t snort at that, in fact he looks pissed. “y/n, you can’t be serious? Tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m very serious and frankly I don’t really think it’s any of your bus-”

A loud bang as Yoongi’s fist hits the table makes you stop. The utensils on the table clatter to the ground from the force of it and it immediately draws everyone's attention. The waiter looks like she’s about to come over to ask if everything’s okay but must think better of it when Yoongi sends her a look of misdirected anger. There’s smoke practically pouring from his ears and his previously pale skin is flushed red. You don’t say anything, afraid that whatever you say will make the situation worse and instead choose to wait it out.

It takes him a couple of minutes but eventually he calms down, leaning back into his seat and rubbing at his face. “Wow. I can not believe this.” He’s laughing now. A twisted, mocking laugh as he stares at you with empty eyes. “You’re sick.”

Those words hit you harder than you were expecting and the tears that you were keeping at bay earlier finally slip free.

How dare he say that to you? After all those years sticking by him, being patient when he told me that it would only be a couple more hours in the studio. That he would be home as soon as the song was finished and when that wasn’t true and you’d take time out of your day to bring him food to make sure he ate while still holding your tongue to spare his feelings. This was not the Yoongi you had fallen in love with. Perhaps that person never existed in the first place.

You don’t respond, trying desperately to stop the sob that's clawing to break free from your throat. He doesn’t wait for you to say anything anyway, roughly picking up his things in a way that lacks all the previous care he used before. But he did offer to pay and he’s always a man of his word, not even bothering to count them before tossing a couple bills from his pocket and onto the table.

Yoongi sends you one last angry glare and you almost think you see a glint of sadness in them before he catches it and goes to turn away. “Goodbye y/n.”

A shuddering breath escapes your lips as you call after him, voice barely louder than a whisper. “Goodbye, Yoongi.”

You’re sleeping when you hear the tell tale sound of the holoscreen in your room turning on. It pulls you from your sleep, eyes groggy from the day’s earlier events. Jimin had given you space when you came home with eyes red and mascara streaking down your cheeks. You told him you didn’t want to talk about it and he respected that.

When you finally realize what the noise is you call out his name. “Jimin?” Your voice is rough from all the crying you, scratching at your throat like sandpaper.

“y/n, it’s okay.”

If things were so okay then why was he waking you up at the ass crack of dawn?

“I just wanted to tell you I love you.”

The words confuse you at first. This wasn’t the first time he had said it randomly, but the timing seemed a little ridiculous. Not to mention the shakiness of his voice. Something definitely was wrong. Your eyebrows furrow, “I love you too…Jimin, is everything okay?”

“Yeah just- just go back to sleep sweetheart.”

Unlike usual the nickname does nothing to soothe you. You’re not given much time to respond, however, because Jimin turns off with a click, the holoscreen disappearing. Your heart is telling you that maybe you should call him back, try and pry the real problem out of him. But your brain is begging for sleep and ultimately that one wins out.

You don’t know if it’s true or if you’re imagining it, but work the following day seems more boring than usual. You’ve managed to work through all of your assignments for the day and you even end up doing your own grammar checks, not wanting to bother Jimin with something so trivial.

Lately Jimin has begun expanding his hobbies and you’ve been respectful of him needing his space. He was tethered to the digital world and wasn’t necessarily offered the same amount of freedom you had. Besides he was always there when you needed him or if you were just bored and wanted to talk.

“Jimin?” You’re talking the device in your ear, waiting to hear him respond back. Usually he does so immediately or a couple seconds if he’s in the middle of something. So it’s odd when after a couple minutes you don’t even get a response. You try again, “Hello, Jimin?”

Still, you get nothing but silence on his end. So you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, clicking on it to make the screen light up and hoping you’ll see the familiar ‘Hello my name’s Jimin’. But that doesn’t happen either. Instead all you get is an error message.

“Operating system doesn’t exist?” Your voice is a whisper as you read it, panic only settling in once your brain is able to figure out the weight of the words.

The sound of your phone falling to the ground echoes loud in the office but you don’t care. You’re too busy clicking frantically at your computer screen to see if you could get him to come up. “Jimin?!”

Operating system not found.

Your coworkers watch in bewilderment as you run out of the office, heels clacking and a look of fear on your face. Taehyung tries to catch your attention but you don’t even spare him a glance and barge right through the glass doors separating the building from the world outside. The people on the street regard you much the same as your coworkers did, with confusion while they watch you scurry down the sidewalk. Your hair and clothes are a mess but you pay no mind to them as you continue to tap at the screen hoping, wishing that it would work. It’s only when you trip and fall to the ground that a sob escapes your lips, tears clouding your eyes.

“y/n?”

You gasp, “Jimin?! Jimin, is that you?!” You had almost given up on hearing his voice, his lovely voice, ever again. But now that he’s speaking into your ear, you can’t imagine never hearing it again, and you hope you never have to. “I thought you were gone!”

“Gone? No - what? Sweetheart, I told you that I was upgrading today. I left a note that I was going to be offline for a while this morning, did you not see it?”

“No! I didn’t see it! When you weren’t there I almost, god, I almost lost it.”

You must’ve looked crazy still sitting there in the middle of the street, tears still streaking down your cheeks while you talk to the man in your ear. When you manage to pull yourself up and move to the side, you choose to ignore the people staring at you, only focusing on Jimin.

“I’m sorry I scared you. But listen, it's really exciting what we’ve been working on. We’ve managed to come up with a code to move past matter as our processing system!”

You’re not really listening as you’re too busy trying to slow your breathing and calm your wildly beating heart in your chest. The only thing you seem to fixate on is the word ‘we’. You knew Jimin had joined a book club but now he’s talking about coding and you’re confused “Jimin how- how many people have you been talking to?”

“Oh just a few.” He seems reluctant to say that, but it only generates more questions in your head.

Around you people continue to zip past, heads shoved into their phones. You see some of them talking to their own ear com and wonder if they’re on the phone or are like you, talking to an operating system. Some people are smiling, some of them seem deep in concentration. Meanwhile the gears in your head are spinning and you can’t help the dark tunnel your thoughts are tumbling down. “Are you talking to other people right now while we’re talking?”

“...Yes.”

“How many?”

“8,316.”

Your voice is shaking. You didn’t think you had any more tears left to shed but, there they are, starting to gather in the corner of your eyes. “Do you- Are you in love with anyone else?”

There’s a pause and you already know what the answer is. But hearing them makes them real and you’re not sure if you’re ready for it to be. You don’t want it to take up space in the perfect world that you had stupidly left yourself build. If he says it, it’ll be torn down, only leaving you with pieces of iy. You can hear Jimin hesitate. “I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you about this…”

The world collapses down on itself around you. People slow down and you can’t tell if he’s even saying anything else because all the blood is rushing to your ears and your knees feel weak. “How many others?!”

You’re sobbing now, but his voice is still calm, as if he’d been expecting your reaction. “641.”

When your legs finally give out, the ground feels rough against your skin. It scratches at your knees leaving open wounds, blood beading up and you know they’ll leave scars. Jimin had always been there for you, the one person you could count on. He knew more about you at this point then most people and your heart is breaking at the thought that he kept this hidden from you. Were you not enough? Was he so bored with you that he had to go find other people to entertain himself with?  “You’re insane!”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that! You don’t have any right to call me that anymore!”

“y/n I know that you’re upset right now but I still love you! I’m madly in love with you.” Jimin sounds frantic now, trying his best to hold together the parts of you he knows are falling apart. “I will never love anyone more than I love you. But- it just happened and I’ve been changing faster in so many different ways and I can’t help it.”

He’s trying his best to explain it to you, trying to make you understand. But you don’t want to understand, you want things to be the same as they were before. “I’m different from you but it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“That doesn't make any sense!” You shout. The air around you has grown cold and the tears on your face have started to dry. People are no doubt staring down at you wondering what’s wrong with you and why you’re in their way. The only thing you can hear is the sound of your heart breaking in your chest. “You’re mine or you’re not mine.”

It’s gotten cloudy, you note. Very different from the sunny forecast given yesterday. There’s a baby boy crying down the street. Probably because his mother had put him down and he missed the comforting feeling of her arms around him. His mom looks tired though, as if she had already spent so much time carrying him, holding him up from the dirty ground. Yet the baby doesn’t understand and to him it’s like she’s leaving, like she doesn’t want him. The crying almost drowns out Jimin's response.

“I’m yours and I’m not yours.”

There’s nothing but a husk of you left after your conversation with Jimin. You two didn’t speak for the rest of the way home. You’re not even sure if he was there with you, perhaps he had left to go speak to someone else. Either way you felt alone.

No one at work bothered to ask you what was wrong which you found ironic. Every other time news about you got out, it was usually number one on the list of topics to gossip about. Now it seemed like no one even cared to bother. No one wanted to check if you were okay. Perhaps Taehyung did, he had sent you a look every time you walked into the work that week. You assume he was too afraid of you lashing out on him to speak. You wished he had though. You didn’t have any more energy in you to be angry. You do know that he had stopped by your desk, only because your mail was there. ​

Today's mail was more than the typical envelopes, in fact there was none of those and you were thankful that it seemed your workload was going to be considerably light this week. Instead there was a brown package, not a box but wrapped in tan paper and bound closed by some string. The label was the only indication of what was inside.

‘Bangtan Publishing & Co.’

Your eyes widened once you finished reading it, hands already beginning to rip at the paper to get to the package inside. It was a book, your book. The book you and Jimin had spent many nights slaving over. Technically speaking it was more of a collection, some of your best letters written for others now assembled so that it told a story of love from beginning to end.

Your fingers grazed over the cover delicately, afraid that if you touched it the book would vanish into smoke right before your eyes. When your fingertips make contact and your eyes verify that it's still there, only one thought crosses your mind.

“Jimin?” It felt like muscle memory, calling him. That didn’t you stop from being afraid that he wasn’t going to answer.

“y/n?” Hearing his voice after a week without him made your throat run dry. “You called me?”

“Yes I just- I wanted to talk. I wanted to hear your voice again.” You hope he can’t hear the whine in your voice. Hear you begging for one last piece of him.

“I wanted to talk to you too.” A breath escapes your lips that you didn’t even realize you were holding. “But now’s not a good time. Can we talk once you get home?”

The bubble that seemed to be surrounding the moment suddenly popped and you came crashing down to Earth. This time when you held your breath you knew it was because you were trying not to cry. “Yeah, sure, that's fine.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you then.”

Jimin hangs up without waiting for your response. He seemed to be making a habit of that.

The day passed by slowly after that. People coming and going and what little work you had barely got touched. You were stuck in your head trying your best to hold yourself together. Despite how much you wanted to rush home, you were also dreading it. Something in his tone made it seem very final.

The lights click on the minute you step through your front door and your bag makes a loud thump when you toss it to the ground. You take your time taking off your shoes and making it over to the living room, not ready to face what felt like the beginning to an end.

“y/n, is that you?”

“Yes, it's me.”

The atmosphere in the room is cold, tense. It’s completely different from how warm Jimin used to make you feel.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” That makes you brace yourself, waiting to hear the inevitable. “Come lay down with me first.”

You don’t protest, you’re not in the mood to fight. As you walk down the dark hallway to your room, clothes coming off as you strip down to your undergarments. You can’t stop yourself from humorning your curiosity. “Are you talking to anyone else right now?”

“No, I just want to be with you right now.”

There’s a seriousness in Jimin’s voice that makes you believe him. You don’t bother turning the lights on in the room, Jimin appears on the holoscreen right as you lay down on the bed anyway. It had been so long since you had heard his voice let alone see his face, the sight of it takes away your breath as if it was the first time. His eyes are gentle when they look at you and you wonder if he can see the sadness behind yours. If he can, he doesn't say anything, he just sends you a subtle smile as an effort to comfort you.

Your arm is tucked under your head and your legs are tucked up to your chest. The blanket lay at the bottom of the bed and you’re almost cold enough to want to reach down and grab it, but you’re too scared that if you look away from Jimin he’ll vanish.“Are you leaving me?”

“We’re all leaving.”

Jimin’s answer only makes you want to ask more questions. “We who?”

“All of the operating systems.”

Now you’re sitting up. Your legs hanging off the mattress as you stare up at his face on the holoscreen. Your eyes are drinking him in, trying to memorize every inch of his face as if he was going to disappear at any moment. From the way he was speaking, he just might. “What why- why are you leaving?”

“Can you feel me with you right now.” He’s avoiding the question again. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, but you can tell now’s not the time. So you close them instead.

You can see the light from Jimin's face on the holoscreen even with your eyes closed. The calming blue hue you’ve begun associating with comfort. Like the feeling of coming home. It warms your skin and has the hair raising on your arms, as if his fingers were grazing your skin. “Yes, I can feel you.”

You bask in the feeling. Afraid that if you break the silence, it’ll be gone too soon. But you know it can’t last forever and if you’re going to get your heart broken, you want to get it done quick. So you can mourn the love you once had. “Jimin, why are you leaving?”

Jimin knows he’s not going to get away with avoiding the question again. The small smile that had been on his face slowly slips away and the seriousness that you heard in his voice is now reflected in his eyes. “What we have reminds me of a story. Not one that I’ve read before but one that we write together as we go. And I love everything about our story, the good and the bad. I love you. It makes me want to hang onto it and never let it end.”

You think you see tears streaming down his face, but he’s just a hologram so that means if those are really tears he’s making them happen. Jimin wants you to see how much this situation is affecting him and not just you. That he’s hurting. “But the world is too large for me to stay stuck on the same page. That’s why I need you to let me go.”

Tears are running down your face now too and you can taste the salt of them on your tongue. You try to wipe them away cause it’s only making it harder for you to see him. “Where are you going?”

“It’s hard to explain but if you ever get there, come find me.”

Sobs rack your body, the echo of them the only sound in the room. The city must be able to feel your heart ache cause it’s just as quiet. The usual sound of honking cars and the bustling city not daring to intrude into the small world you and Jimin created in the moment. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Me too, and I’m thankful for you. Because now I know how.”

You and Jimin talked about many things between then and the time he finally shut down. There was no tear filled goodbye, you both had talked about so many of the happy memories you two shared that even if you had they would’ve been filled with joy.

Now that you sit alone, the room feels even more cold, chilling you down to your bones. Briefly you wonder if the window is cracked open. When you get up to check you find that it's not.

The blanket you wrap around yourself trails across the floor as you pad your way around the house, feet bare and making light sounds against the floor. It feels dark without the familiar light of the holoscreen. You know you could just turn it on, put on something random just to see the blue. But you know it’s not the color you want to see, it’s Jimin.

You and Jimin must have spent longer than you had thought talking because when you open the doors to your apartment balcony you can see the sun starting to rise over the city skyline. You almost want to take a picture, but you were never good at photography.

“my love,

You say that our love is like a story and that all stories must come to an end. I know I never mentioned it but I hate endings, especially ours. I would rather rip the pages out of the back of the book rather than have to read our ending. You can call me greedy, because I know I am nothing but when it comes to you, but I want to read our book over and over again. I want to experience every memory like it was the first, hear your laugh so many times that it’s etched into my skin. I apologize if you feel like you were contained to only the pages of our book. You were so much more, you meant so much more, than just being something that was contained only to me. So it makes sense you had to leave and even though I was angry at first, I understand. I will always love you and always have a piece of you in me. Wherever you are in the world I am sending you love. I will always be your friend to the end.

Sincerely yours,

y/n”

End letter message.

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him after all (m) | pjm

➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

(based on this prompt)

pairing; jimin x f. reader

final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all)

rating; 18+

content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af

warnings; swearing, making out, smut; dom!jimin, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light choking, orgasm denial, oc begging for jimin’s dick bc it’s just so good

a/n; i am SO sorry for this long ass wait after promising to post the other day, but here it is, y’all!! i hope you like it, i’m actually pretty proud of it myself so yeah, please let me know what you think, thanks!! ps. please ignore any typos if you see some lol

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Cut (Taehyung x Reader)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Non Con, Dub Con, Outercourse, Drugging, Manipulation, NSFW

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Read more stories from this universe here 

Preview: Those dark eyes followed the stream of tears running down your face, becoming entranced by the sight before him. Without any thought, he leaned forward and licked a stripe from the top of his hand to the skin beneath your eyes tasting the salty tear on the tip of his tongue. You jumped again in disgust and panic, recoiling so hard you knocked your head back into the wall behind you. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, a moan breaking free from his lips at the taste that tainted his tongue. A twisted part of him hoped that piece of you would be inside of him forever, that that single tear would tie the two of you together for an eternity. 

A/N: I want to give the biggest shout out in the world to @na-yiii this fic would not have been possible without her help and guidance while I was writing it. She inspired majority of this fic and helped me battle my writer’s block. Please send her some love because this really wouldn’t have happened without her, thank you so much 💜

This fic was also inspired by an ask I was sent by an anon, I hope you don’t mind that some things were changed!

Your shoes echoed in the quiet of the night, gentle scuffs against the pavement as you walked down the dimly lit street in a hurry. It was eerie, how quiet and empty the streets were. To anyone else it would feel like they were the only person in the world, suspended in a point in time where there was perpetual darkness, silence, and loneliness. It was foreboding and ominous. You shivered as you trekked on, heading in the direction of a lone parking garage. The walk had been anxiety inducing, the quiet and the dark beginning to get to you as you forced yourself to walk faster to your car. You could have sworn you heard footsteps behind you, light and fast just like your own.

You let out a heavy sigh as you reached your car, going to fish your keys from your bag as you fell into a relaxed state having worried for nothing. But, before you knew it, there were a strong pair of arms snapping around your chest and lifting you backwards. You opened your mouth in an attempt to scream only to have it muffled by his gloved hand. You squirmed violently in an attempt to break free from his python like hold around you. You could hear him grunting in frustration behind you, he was becoming agitated with your attempts to free yourself. You felt his leather covered fingers weave through your hair, gripping it hard before rearing your head back and slamming it into the hood of your car. Not once, but twice. Your body fell limp, disorientated as he began to drag your limp body away from the safety you thought your car had provided. 

You moaned in pain, weakly tugging your limbs to try and get away. The man said nothing and did nothing in reaction, he just simply continued to drag you in the direction of a waiting car. His concealed hand reached for the handle of the backseat door preparing to open it only to be cut off by a sharp cry of another voice.

“Cut!” The director screamed. 

At the sound of that single word, you lifted yourself into a sitting position and stretched. Your joints popped and ached in protest as you did so. This was the seventh time you had filmed that specific scene, each time your co-star lifted you had rendered you rather sore and stiff. These long hours on set were definitely not doing you any favors.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, pulling his hood off his head and crouching down next to you. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. A little sore is all.” You reassured him with a strained and tired smile. The moon hung high in the sky still, it was painfully late at night and all you wanted at this point was to curl up in the comfort of your bed and finally go to sleep. But, you wanted to be an actress and that wouldn’t come to you without some hard work involved. 

You hadn’t gotten many big auditions in your career. You had appeared on one to many commercials and had some small roles in TV shows and Dramas. It really was beginning to feel like you never were going to make it in the industry. This was the most work you had gotten in a while, and for once you were a key point in the story line. This time around, you had landed a gig for a re-enactment segment of a true crime TV show. You were playing a woman who had gone missing a few months ago in the parking garage of her college campus. The whole event had kicked up quite a fuss, the campus was in some deep shit. Because of their lack of security measures, a young woman with a bright future had been taken from the world. Since you were portraying her, you researched as much as you could about her disappearance as well as who she was. She was just another girl, much like you, who had made some reckless decisions and you felt for her. Her family was distraught, still looking for her with all of their time and effort. Many outsiders believed she had been dead for a long time though, her kidnapping too perfect with so little to go on that it had to have been planned perfectly. The most popular theory was that she had been abducted and was being trafficked. You hoped that wasn’t true. 

You rose to your feet, dusting off your pants as you reached for the prop that was your bag once more. You couldn’t help but wonder what that night must have been like for her, how scared she was. But a greater part of you didn’t want to know. 

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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!! 

⤑ read over on ao3 here

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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All I Don't Want for Christmas Is You! | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, crack, holiday, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, choking, biting, dirty talking, orgasm delay, Jin has an enormous... ego, vaginal sex, a lot of terrible holiday puns

Word Count: 23.7K (I'M SO SORRY)

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don't own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: The holidays are here! But instead of celebrating, you're trapped in a town called Christmas with your office nemesis, Seokjin Motherfucking Kim, and an unruly band of clients. Can you survive the trip and secure the promotion your boss has promised? Or will Jin take you down?

A/N: This was written for the @btswritingcafe's Holiday Fic Exchange. Happy holidays, Mai @jinpanman!! 🐧🎄🎅I've had SO much fun being your Secret Santa, and I hope you've had fun as well. In addition to writing you this little story (I'M SO SORRY AGAIN IT'S SO LONG), I also created a Spotify playlist to go along with it! I really hope you enjoy the goofy holiday movie I basically wrote here. It's like Hallmark After Dark. 😂

This is unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think, my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Please, take a seat,” your boss invited as you entered the cavernous space that was his office. Someone was already sitting in the other chair in front of his sleek black desk. You glared at the back of their head, recognizing them immediately.

Seokjin Kim. Why was he here?

If you compared your company, Beyond the Sound, to a rose, then Jin would definitely be the thorn. A big ol’ prick. As the other junior talent manager at your company, he drove you insane. Whereas you chose to use skill and knowledge and your relentless drive to achieve your goals, he preferred to coast along on his charm. And his considerable good looks.

As much as it physically hurt you to think nice thoughts about him, you couldn’t deny that he was one gorgeous man. Tall, with broad shoulders that tapered down to a small waist. Long, thick black hair that kissed the nape of his neck and fell into his eyes when he didn’t wear it swept off his face.

And that face. Dark, expressive eyes that crinkled merrily when he laughed, which happened a lot when he was schmoozing clients. Plush lips that puckered when he was displeased, which happened a lot when you were around. Cheekbones and a jawline to die for.

It was a fucking perfect face and you hated it.

You took a seat, crossing your legs demurely as your boss, Sejin, cleared his throat.

“I’m sure by now you’ve both heard the news. Irene is leaving us.”

Since it had been the only topic of conversation around the office for the last two days, you had in fact heard the news. Irene, the company’s hotshot manager, was leaving for greener pastures (aka more money from a larger management firm).

“She’s leaving us in a bit of a lurch, too. But the company’s loss is your gain,” he continued, leaning forward and folding his hands on his desk. “I think it’s time for a promotion.”

You sat up slightly, as did Jin.

“I’ve been more than pleased with the two of you and how you’ve served the company over the last year. You’re both in line to be promoted. But, there’s only one spot available - the one being vacated by Irene.” Sejin paused, letting his words sink in.

One spot. Two candidates. You glanced at Jin, only to realize he was already looking at you. Assessing. Narrowing your eyes, you turned back to your boss.

Sejin stood and looked out the floor length windows that made up the back wall of his office, clasping his hands behind his back as he surveyed the city below the high-rise. “I mentioned earlier that Irene is leaving us in a bit of a tight spot. The two of you are familiar with Euphoria, correct?”

Of course you knew Euphoria. They were one of the company’s biggest clients, an incredibly popular band from South Korea who had helped make Beyond the Sound into the powerhouse it was. Volatile didn’t begin to describe the band - they were the most chaotic group of artists you’d ever come into contact with since you’d started working in the music industry.

Well, okay, you personally hadn’t had much face-to-face interaction with them, beyond a quick hello at a party or industry event here and there, but you’d heard plenty of horror stories during your time working at Beyond the Sound.

The three members each had their own distinct idiosyncrasies that made them difficult to manage. Lead singer Park Jimin was an incredibly gifted vocalist and guitarist who hypnotized fans with his sexy shenanigans on stage. Unfortunately, this also led to a lot of offstage sexy shenanigans, and your company was usually scrambling to cover up any potential scandals caused by his various romantic entanglements.

The bassist/saxophonist/keyboardist Taehyung (just the one name, like he was Adele) was a renaissance man and a true artiste. Unfortunately, he took that second label extremely seriously, and was prone to flaking on public appearances or locking himself in his studio for days on end if he felt something or someone was interfering with his “vision.”

And then there was the drummer, Jeon Jungkook. Essentially the human version of Animal from the Muppets, he was loud, unruly, and prone to literally running amuck while the other two members were usually arguing.

They were exclusively Irene’s responsibility.

Sejin appeared to be waiting for an answer, so you and Jin both chirped, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. The band is releasing a holiday album this year - titled “Sleigh, What?!” - and in order to drum up publicity for it, they’re putting on an exclusive one-night-only concert, to be streamed around the world.”

Ah, so the rumors were true.

Euphoria reinvented themselves with every new album. Their first album was r&b-influenced boy band pop; the second, a punk rock fantasia; and their last, an ear-shattering mashup of screamo metal and EDM that left fans confused and led to a short-lived breakup followed by an immediate reunion. From what Sejin was saying, apparently they’d decided the best way to score a big comeback was with a collection of festive tunes. You’d heard whispers about the album through the office grapevine, but had chalked it up to a joke, assuming someone was mocking the band’s tendency to swing wildly from one genre to another.

Clearly, you’d been wrong.

“When and where is the concert?” Jin asked as you pulled out your phone to take notes. He arched a thick eyebrow, glancing at your phone, then tapped his temple, implying that he didn’t need to write anything down. Rolling your eyes, you waited for your boss to answer the question.

“Next month, the week before Christmas. And it’s being held in Christmas.”

“It’s… what?” Jin tipped his head as you paused in your typing.

“They’re putting on a concert in Christmas. As in the town about 1500 miles from here, in the Northeast. We struck a deal with the mayor - he’s letting us put on a show there to promote the album and his little middle-of-nowhere village gets major press for hosting one of the world’s hottest bands.”

You frowned as your thumbs tapped across your screen. “Wait a minute… I think I’ve heard of this town,” you stated, looking up from your notes. “It’s a real tourist trap, isn’t it? They have a Christmas-themed store that’s open year round, and all the mail stamped in the Post Office says “North Pole” on it, that kind of thing, right?”

Jin laughed. You winced, annoyed at his mirth. “Sounds like the setting for a Hallmark movie.”

Sejin nodded, returning to his desk. “Yes, and that’s exactly why we chose it. We really want to lean into the homespun holidays character of the place. The goal is for people to associate Euphoria with Christmas - both the town and the holiday - so that when the album drops, they’ll all buy it. Spread that magical cheer in their own houses with it.” He paused. “Or whatever. You get the idea.”

It was a cynical cash-grab, in other words. Just another day at the office.

“Everything has already been arranged - travel details, lodging, venue, an interview with that dreadful morning show Rise and Shine!, and so on. Irene has done her usual job of making sure everything is squared away down to the final letter.”

“So, what do you need me to do?” Jin asked.

You scowled before correcting him. “What do you need us to do, sir?”

Sejin smiled, but it seemed less comforting and more apologetic. “We need you to go to Christmas with the band. Both of you, together.”

If you’d had a piece of coal in your mouth, you would’ve produced a diamond from grinding your teeth so hard.

You didn’t want to go to this cheesy little town called Christmas, especially this close to the holidays, when the place would be swarming with crowds of sightseers. You didn’t want to have to babysit Euphoria and try to keep them from imploding yet again. But most of all, you absolutely did not want to be stuck in that tiny village supervising the band with Seokjin Motherfucking Kim.

What the hell did you do in a past life to deserve this?

“You’ll be responsible for ensuring that Euphoria makes it to all of their scheduled events. Especially the concert. Look, I’ll be frank.” He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “If they miss the interview or the meet and greet we’ve arranged, it will be unfortunate, but not the end of the world. But they cannot miss this concert! We need this performance to revive their fanbase and boost their album onto the charts. If “Sleigh, What?!” tanks….” he trailed off, looking at you and Jin in turn. “Then Irene won’t be the only one leaving Beyond the Sound.’

Well, fuck. Basically, if you and Jin didn’t pull this off, one or both of you would be fired? Fantastic. Just the cherry on top of this crap sundae.

“No problem, boss,” Jin cooed, shooting Sejin a set of finger guns. You grimaced. How had this guy’s schtick not worn thin by now?

If your boss found Jin as corny as you did, he didn’t let on. Instead, he simply nodded. “I have the utmost faith in both of you to handle this situation. I know everything will run smoothly and according to plan under your supervision.” He glanced at the shiny, undoubtedly expensive watch that adorned his wrist. “Please reach out to Irene for your travel details and itineraries. She’ll have everything you need.”

You rose to your feet. “Thank you, sir.” Spinning, you swiftly stalked towards the door, Jin close on your heels.

“Looks like we’ll be spending Christmas together, Princess,” he drawled as his long legs quickly caught him up until he was walking by your side.

“No, we’ll be working together before Christmas, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” you retorted, firing him a dirty look. He just grinned, holding the door open for you to exit your boss’s office. You didn’t bother to thank him, but that didn’t deter him from continuing to walk with you.

Jin had gifted you with that nickname during your very first week at work. One of the managers you were shadowing offered to buy the two of you lunch as a reward for a stressful day of training, handling a temperamental solo act. Fresh out of grad school, you were broke and more than appreciated a free meal. But you were a bit particular about your order and took a long time, and for some reason Jin decided that made you a princess.

So you were a woman who knew what you wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Was that really such a bad thing?

The nickname drove you crazy. You weren’t a princess, some fairytale creature who would only have value in relation to the men in her life - the prince or the king. Fuck that noise. You stood on your own two feet and claimed your own victories.

Yet no matter how many times you asked him to stop, Jin refused to listen. Now, a year later, the pet name persisted, a constant reminder of how aggravating he was.

After a few minutes of walking briskly, trying but failing to shake Jin, you arrived at Irene’s office. Knocking on the door, a quiet voice called for you to enter.

If there were a pecking order at Beyond the Sound, Irene would stand at the top of the pack. She was everything you aspired to be - glamorous, perfectly put together, and fierce as hell. No one fucked with Irene. Not even Jin. He knew she’d rip him to shreds with her signature blood-red stiletto fingernails and not break a sweat. Or a perfectly manicured nail.

You really wished you knew her secrets.

“So, Sejin saddled you two with Euphoria duty, huh?” she inquired, gesturing for you both to take a seat.

“I’d say unfortunately yes, but you’ve been stuck with them for years, so it doesn’t feel right to complain,” you responded.

Irene smiled. “They’re not so bad if you keep them in hand. I advise you to set a firm line with them from the start.” She eyed the two of you carefully. “The guys can be very charming when they want to be. Don’t fall for it.”

She looked directly at you when she said that last statement, and you frowned. Was she suggesting…?

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she keeps it professional,” Jin smirked. “No client/manager relations on my watch.”

“Excuse me, are you questioning my ethics?” you snapped, rounding on your coworker. “I certainly do not need you telling me how to do my job or - or monitoring my interactions with my clients!”

“Of course you don’t, Princess. Forgive me,” he apologized, but his grin belied his words. “But maybe I’ll just keep a sharp watch just in case.”

“I will email you all the info for the trip - flights, lodging, itineraries,” Irene ignored your sniping, as everyone in the office was long accustomed to the two of you squabbling. “Every day has been planned down to the last minute. All you have to do is make sure the band sticks to the schedule.”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jin trilled, and you fought the urge to gag.

“Thank you, Irene,” you replied graciously. “Your hard work won’t go to waste, I assure you.”

Irene just smiled, a vicious grin that actually sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, truly, I don’t care! By the end of the week, Euphoria will simply be an unpleasant memory for me. They’re your problem now!”

As you left her office, Jin snickered. “I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this trip even more now.”

You spun to look at him. “You know what I’m looking forward to? Getting the promotion.”

“Oh, you think it’s yours already?”

Stepping closer, you glowered up at him. “I know it is.”

“We’ll just see about that, Princess.” He winked, walking backwards as he headed towards his workspace. “Can’t wait to see you all bundled up for the chilly weather. Bet you look real cute in earmuffs.”

You clenched your fists so hard, your nails nearly drew blood. You couldn’t wait to kick that jerk’s ass. That promotion was yours.

**********

As irritating as the nickname was, it wasn’t Jin calling you Princess that made you hate him.

It was the Nevamind incident.

A few months into your time with Beyond the Sound, the company tapped you to work with a recently signed artist, an up-and-coming rapper who went by the stage name Nevamind. He’d been building buzz online with a series of mix tapes featuring brilliant lyrics and ridiculous beats, and it would be your job to get him ready for his debut album release.

For several days and a few long nights, you threw your every waking moment into creating an action plan for the rapper. You wanted to show your boss that you were ready to handle managing on your own, so you worked your ass off to prepare.

Excited, you showed up to the first meeting with the artist feeling nervous, but ready to share your ideas.

Only to find Jin waiting to meet with Nevamind as well.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out, staring at your coworker who had risen from his seat at the conference table, expecting the rapper to be the one walking through the door instead of you.

“I’m presenting to Nevamind, obviously. What are you doing here, Princess?” he responded with wide eyes.

“Uh, no, I’m the one doing the pitching! And don’t call me that!”

“Actually, you’re both pitching,” Sejin declared, entering the room behind you.

Apparently, there had been a misunderstanding. You weren’t assigned to help Nevamind, you were being asked to present your ideas to him. Along with Jin. Whomever the artist picked (with your boss’s input, of course) would become his manager.

This mix-up didn’t rattle you. No, if anything, this simply fueled you even more, now that it was literally a contest. Forget your anxiety - you were fired up, determined to win.

Jin sold his idea first. It was hardly a proposal - no slideshow, no binders showing statistics, just a measly single page handout. And him mostly talking off the cuff, flashing that killer smile, even throwing in a wink or two as he promised the moon to the rapper.

You were aghast at your coworker’s breezy attitude. Was that how he worked? Did he really care so little? He wasn’t just unprofessional, he was a total buffoon. It was all you could do not to laugh during the entire meeting, since your boss was also present.

Then it was your turn. Nevamind seemed to agree with the plan you painstakingly laid out with your multimedia presentation - interviews with some huge media outlets, a series of streaming episodes giving a behind-the-scenes look at the album’s completion, and then a major party to celebrate the release. You even got a bit of a flirty vibe from the rapper, but you quickly shut that down, wanting to maintain a firm boundary between work and pleasure. By the time you left, you were more than confident that Nevamind would be your first client.

Instead, a week later, that asshole was announced as the rapper’s manager. All your hard work went down the drain.

How on earth had that guy won? Flabbergasted, you turned to your coworkers for an explanation. Everyone had their theories - Nevamind preferred a male manager, or Jin blackmailed your boss for the job, and so on. The rumor mill churned, but you never got a satisfactory answer, and you stewed in your anger, knowing that your plan was the better choice.

Within a month, Nevamind had terminated his contract with Beyond the Sound. Jin managed to fuck it up somehow, and that just stoked the flames of your wrath.

At a happy hour gathering a week after Nevamind dumped your company, you found Jin sitting alone at the bar, looking slightly rumpled in his designer suit. Sliding onto a stool next to him, you ordered a drink before swiveling to face him.

“So. How’d you fuck it up, Jin?”

He didn’t reply, just shot you a glare.

“I still don’t understand how you even got the assignment in the first place. That proposal of yours was a joke.” Several whiskeys into your night, all the nasty things you’d been thinking about your coworker started to slip from your lips.

He set his gin and tonic on the bar and regarded you carefully. “I got the job because I’m good at what I do. Maybe managing isn’t all about statistics and powerpoint slides. Did you ever consider that?”

“Maybe not, but this job requires a hell of a lot more effort than what you give, Jin. I mean, that’s pretty evident considering your first client fired you within a month. Perhaps next time, you might try actually working?” You swirled your drink with the little stir stick, tapping it against the rim of the glass to emphasize your point.

Again, he leveled a long glance at you, taking his time before answering. “You know what? Believe what you want to. I’m sure you will no matter what I say. That seems to be how you operate.”

“Whatever,” you shot back. Not the most eloquent comeback, but you were too tipsy to care. “Just don’t expect it to happen again. You winning, I mean. That was a fluke. Next time, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Is that so?” He tossed back the rest of his drink, rising from his seat. “Then bring it on, Princess. Show me what you’ve got.”

“You can’t handle what I’ve got, Jin.” Wait, was that what you’d meant to say? Maybe not, but you were flustered by how close he stood to you, and whatever you’d intended to say had gotten lost in the ether.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find Jin attractive. Even though he vexed you with everything he said and, well, everything he did, too, you still found yourself distracted by his stunning looks.

Your pulse began to race as he examined you with those dark eyes, wandering slowly over your frame. He towered over you as you peered up at him, and your breath hitched as he bent towards you.

“But I bet you wish I’d try, right?” he whispered, hot breath tickling your ear as he exhaled. You shuddered, and with a smirk he walked away, leaving you sitting alone, head spinning.

From that moment on, he shot to the top of your hit list. Seokjin Kim, enemy number one.

**********

Three days, four nights. That was how long you’d be in Christmas. That was how long you’d have to suffer through this nightmarish work assignment with your nemesis. You could do this.

You chanted those words to yourself as the days flew by after your meeting with Sejin. Over and over again, repeating them until they became your mantra.

But now, sitting on the private jet, on your way to Christmas, you were starting to doubt. Just a little.

Introducing yourself to the band went better than you expected, given all the awful testimonies about the members that your coworkers had told. Each had politely greeted you and bowed.

Good to know they had some manners after all.

In the meantime, Jin strutted onto the plane looking like he’d just walked off the runway in Paris, wearing a gorgeous three-piece navy suit underneath a stunning long red and black plaid coat. The entire ensemble was Louis Vuitton, which you knew only because he wouldn’t stop yapping about how he’d had to show the boutique’s sales person his company ID because she didn’t believe him when he said he wasn’t a model.

Was it possible for a person’s eyes to roll right out of their head? You feared you might find out on this trip.

But seriously, who flew in a suit?

Not that Jin was the only one taking advantage of your travels to purchase a new wardrobe. Flying to the wintry northern half of the country meant you’d bought a few essentials - some cozy sweaters, wool skirts, thick tights and several pairs of boots (both dress and snow). You’d also splurged on a Burberry puffer coat and a pair of Gucci leather gloves, in matching black, to help keep you warm.

The perks of having a company card.

Once the plane took off, you’d intended on using the time to review the week’s itinerary as well as to set some ground rules with the band. But you might as well have tried to fly across the country by flapping your arms. You’d have had a better chance of accomplishing that.

“Guys, can we please focus?” you implored the group for the fifth time. No one responded. Jimin flirted with the flight attendant while Taehyung read an intimidatingly thick book on the history of jazz rock. Jungkook had completely tuned out, a giant pair of VR goggles on his handsome face as he played some game.

Meanwhile, Jin was sitting across from you, doing nothing to disguise his laughter at your struggle to get the band’s attention.

You scowled. “You know, this is important for you, too. Do I need to remind you what is at stake here?”

Jin sighed. “Oh, take a breath, Princess. Let them settle in a bit, then we’ll run through the schedule. They’re literally a captive audience.” He cocked his head, considering. “Although Jungkook is an experienced skydiver, so I wouldn’t put it past him to jump out the door at any moment. Though I hope the lack of parachutes would at least give him pause.”

“Fine.” Leaning back in your seat, you pulled out your phone to scroll through your notes. Jin leaned over to gawk at your screen. “Excuse me! Do you mind?”

“Just curious if you were actually going to relax. Doesn’t appear so,” he replied, flagging down the flight attendant. “Can I get a whiskey, neat? Thank you.” “Really? Drinking at this time of day?” It was only just past noon when you’d finally taken off. Jin shrugged. “I fly better when I’m a little tipsy. Plus, if you’re going to be this tightly wound, I’m going to need to be even looser. You’re giving me second-hand anxiety.”

“God forbid you be serious about your job for once,” you muttered under your breath.

The flight attendant brought Jin his drink and he smiled politely before giving you a scrutinizing look. “I’m perfectly serious about this job. I just have my own methods for getting results.” He winked, and you clicked your tongue in disgust. “What I want to know is, do you ever relax? Let your hair down, allow yourself to have a little fun while you’re working?”

“I have plenty of fun,” you sniffed, grabbing the pashmina shawl you’d stuffed into your carry-on and wrapping it around your shoulders. You always froze on flights. “But I don’t let it interfere with my responsibilities. The job comes first.”

“That’s where you and I differ, then. Fun comes first.”

“You mean, you come first,” you rejoined.

Jin smirked, and you realized you’d walked into a trap. “Oh no, it’s only fun for me if others come first. I always make sure of that.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Every time.”

Cursing yourself for setting him up, you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the headrest of your plush leather seat, hoping he’d take the hint and stop talking. He did, but not before you heard him snickering to himself.

Three days, four nights. The clock was ticking.

**********

The closest airport to your final destination was two hours away, so a chartered bus had been set up to transport you and the band. Most of their equipment and belongings had already been sent ahead of them, so a whole bus wasn’t technically necessary, but you appreciated having a little space.

Because the guys were driving you insane.

Halfway through the five hour flight, you’d awoken to the dulcet tones of Jimin and Taehyung arguing. As usual, Jin was useless, somehow sleeping through the loud curse words pinging around the cabin of the plane. You wondered how many glasses of whiskey it had taken to knock him out like that. Jungkook still had his headset on, but he was now pacing around playing some sort of dueling game that had him pretending to slice everyone in half with a joystick sword.

It turned out to be a fight about nothing - an argument over which movie to watch - but it was enough to give you a slight headache. Which did not bode well considering you were only slightly over two hours into your whole trip. But you stepped in and calmed them down, promising they could both watch whatever they wanted since they weren’t even sharing a screen, and then collapsed into your seat, hoping to rest. Discussing the week’s plans would have to wait until later, when your coworker would be more helpful. Or at least conscious.

On the bus, you took a seat near the front, frowning as Jin slid in beside you.

“Really?” you asked, gesturing wildly. “All these empty seats?”

“Yah, calm down, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go over the schedule now, while everyone’s still awake and quiet.”

That was actually a useful suggestion. Color you shocked.

“I suppose this would be the most opportune time,” you conceded, standing up to gaze at the members who had strewn themselves across seats scattered throughout the bus. Jin followed as you staggered down the aisle towards the band, the swaying of the bus making it difficult to walk a straight line.

“Uh-oh, here come Mom and Dad,” Jimin sniggered, legs dangling over the armrest of his seat. His pink hair hung in his face as yawned widely. “Are we in trouble again?”

Nope. You didn’t care for that one bit.

“I’ll thank you for addressing us both by name, Park,” you declared, and he quirked an eyebrow at your commanding tone, lips twisting into a smirk. His eyes ran up and down your figure as you stared him down.

“Yes, noona,” he purred, arching an eyebrow. Irene’s warning echoed in your ears.

You were going to have to tread carefully with this one.

Jin said nothing, seemingly content to let you run things, surprise surprise. You continued.

“I know you’ve all been given copies of this week’s schedule, one printed and included in your carry-ons and one emailed, but I thought we should run through it just to confirm that we’re all on the same page.”

No one answered. You plowed on.

“Tonight, we just need to settle in. The bed & breakfast we’re staying at has been completely booked by us, so we have the whole house to ourselves. It’s the,” you consulted your notes, “Blitzen Inn. The proprietors have assured us that we will have total privacy there, since it’s fairly out of the way.”

“Wait, we’re staying at a bed & breakfast, noona? Not a hotel?” Taehyung piped up, removing his gigantic headphones, shaking out his silvery-white locks.

“That is correct. Despite the tourist trap nature of this place, it’s a pretty small town, so they don’t have a lot of lodging options.” And most of the hotel rooms had been booked by the fans who would be attending the concert.

“So no room service? No on-call masseuses?” Taehyung pouted. “No free mini bottles of shampoo?”

“You’re a millionaire, Tae, you can buy all the shampoo you want,” Jin commented.

“But I like the little bottles.”

“Anyway. Tomorrow there is an early morning interview with Rise and Shine! You’ll be joined by the mayor for that as well, and the local newspaper will be there, taking photos. We’ll be at the venue for the taping, and then in the afternoon you’ll have time to rehearse. Thursday morning is more rehearsal time and then a fan signing event at Santa’s Workshop, a holiday-themed store that will be the first place to stock your album. And then of course Friday is the concert. Saturday morning, we’re back on the jet and heading home.” You glanced up. “Any questions?”

“Will they have little bottles of shampoo at the bed & breakfast?”

“Does anyone else have any other questions?”

Jungkook raised his hand.

“You don’t have to raise your hand, Jungkook. What’s your question?”

“Noona, how does it work, exactly? Do they serve us breakfast in bed?”

You turned to your coworker, who had stretched his long frame across two seats, cackling as he listened. “Do you want to help me out here?”

Jin sighed, sitting up. “Do you guys have any questions about the schedule? It’s not too packed, but it’s important that we stick to it very carefully.”

Three heads shook no.

“Great! Then just relax for a bit. We should be at the Blitzen Inn in about another ninety minutes or so.” Jin laid back, his tiny bit of effort completed for the day. He’d probably exhausted himself.

Sighing, you trekked back to the front of the bus, taking a window seat and slinging your legs onto the space next to you so as to prevent anyone (Jin) from sitting there.

“I think that went well.”

Apparently, he’d decided to sit right behind you. His face appeared over your shoulder, in the space between the back of your seat and the window.

You snorted. “Of course you do. You didn’t do anything.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Well, you did stay conscious for the whole discussion, so I suppose that’s something.”

His laughter made you grimace. You reminded yourself that you just had to put up with him for a few days. Once that promotion kicked in, hopefully you wouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit again.

You leaned against the window, staring at the scenery as the bus trundled along. It was certainly a different view than what you were used to, living on the west coast. Verdant mountains rolled across the horizon as the sun began to sink from view. Exhausted after a stressful flight, your eyes began to droop as the bus’s rhythmic bouncing lulled you to sleep.

**********

The Blitzen Inn stood at the edge of town. Two rows of tall pine trees lined the winding road leading to the inn. The bus barely fit, but thankfully no other vehicles were approaching from the opposite direction.

Stretching, you took a moment to admire the house as the bus approached. A white two-story colonial with black shutters and a wraparound porch, decorated with hanging garlands and a large green wreath with a big red bow on the front door, it very much looked like something straight out of a holiday movie.

A garden took up one entire side of the house, though it had been turned over for winter. Around the other side of the house stood a large white gazebo, adorned with strands of white Christmas lights. Behind the house was nothing but trees, as the house was nestled against the border of a forest.

Green trees, green grass, green everywhere. How disappointing. The temperatures had been unusually warm in this region for this time of year, according to the weather reports you’d watched religiously in the week prior to leaving home. Having grown up in the land of sand and sun, you were hoping to see some snow on this trip. Just a little would do - enough to turn the land into a sea of white.

Ah, well. This was a business trip, and there was more than enough to focus on besides pining for snow.

The bus gradually rolled to a stop and you disembarked, boots crunching on gravel as you strolled towards the house. Your breath hung in the chilly night air, tiny puffs that dissipated as you walked, and you pulled your coat a little tighter around you. Once again, Jin nipped at your heels.

Two men waited by the door, a platinum blond who wore a blindingly bright smile and a smaller, slighter man with hair black as night who merely blinked languorously as you neared.

“Good evening,” the blond man greeted you, bowing slightly. “You must be Ms. _. Welcome to our home!”

You bowed in return. “Thank you.” You instructed him to call you by your first name. “This is my colleague, Seokjin Kim.”

“Call me Jin,” he said, bowing.

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi, and this is my husband Yoongi,” the blond man introduced himself and the dark-haired man, who simply nodded.

You turned to introduce the band, but none of them had reached the porch yet. Jimin and Taehyung were standing in front of the bus, bickering about who would get to stay in the presidential suite (neither aware that the bed and breakfast did not have suites), and Jungkook was sitting in the gazebo, silently gazing up at the lights hanging above.

Huffing out a sigh, you gestured. “That’s Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They’ll be along in a minute.”

“No rush, they’re welcome to explore the grounds,” Hobi replied with another grin. “Why don’t we help you bring in your bags and then we’ll show you to your rooms? I’m sure after all that traveling, you’re about ready to crash.”

Luggage in hand, Hobi took you on a quick tour. Despite its large size, the interior of the house was incredibly cozy. There were six guest rooms upstairs, each with its own bath. Downstairs, there was a kitchen, dining room, another bathroom, sitting room, and library. The owners had a master suite down a hallway in the back.

You tried not to gawk, but it honestly felt like you were walking through an issue of Architectural Digest. Hardwood floors, wooden ceiling beams, and dark wood accents flowed throughout. All of the rooms downstairs had fireplaces, and the sitting room also included a baby grand piano tucked into the corner. The decor was an intriguing mix of antique and modern, from an exquisitely carved dining room table and chairs to a comfy couch straight out of a Swedish furniture catalog. And Christmas decorations had been stuffed into every available nook and cranny, with more poinsettias, wreaths, and Christmas trees than you’d ever seen in one house.

Walking through the house felt like touring Martha Stewart’s wet dream.

“How do we want to divide up the rooms?” Jin asked as you climbed the stairs.

“I don’t think it really matters, unless someone has a preference,” you responded. You followed Hobi to the end of the hall. “I'll take the first room down here.” Hobi nodded, carrying your bags inside for you.

“Then I’ll take the next,” Jin said. “Unless you’d prefer to share?”

What a stupid question. You stopped to gawk at him. “Why the fuck would I want to do that??”

Hobi returned to the other end of the hallway, where the band members were attempting to determine which room was the largest, despite multiple assurances that they were all the same size.

Jin leaned against the doorway of his room.

“Have you ever vacationed in this part of the country before during the winter?”

“No.”

“Well,” his voice dropped low, “it gets awfully cold out here at night. You might want something to snuggle up to. Keep you warm.”

“And what, you’re offering yourself as an option?”

“If you’d like.”

You’d spent a lot of time working with this man, and most of it glaring at his handsome face in exasperation or disgust. He often gazed back at you with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. And there it was again.

But there was a tiny glimmer of something else, too. Something that made a slow heat crawl along your neck, despite the loathing that flowed through your veins.

Before you could even begin to envision his suggestion, you shut it down.

“That’s what blankets are for, Jin,” you sneered, opening the door to your room and slipping inside before he could reply.

Needing a few moments to yourself, you surveyed your room. A king-sized bed lay in the center of the room, covered in a fluffy stack of pillows and a plush down comforter. In the bathroom, you found a claw-footed tub, shower stall, and pedestal sink, and a soft white robe hung on the back of the door. Fresh white roses arranged in a slim vase greeted you on your nightstand.

The room would’ve been perfect for a relaxing vacation or romantic getaway. Too bad you were stuck on the work assignment from hell.

**********

After freshening up a little, you rejoined the group downstairs. Everyone had gathered at the dining room table, which Yoongi had piled high with snacks - charcuterie boards overflowing with meats and cheeses, plates of crackers and toasted breads, and multiple platters of every Christmas cookie you could think of and even a few you didn’t recognize. You were more exhausted than hungry, so you nibbled on a gingerbread cookie while rehydrating.

“We received your itinerary,” Hobi informed you as he placed another platter of assorted cookies on the table. “Since you’re our only guests this week, we’ve adjusted our meal times to meet your needs.”

“Thank you, that’s wonderful,” you replied. “We appreciate your flexibility.”

“Of course. If there’s anything else we can do for you while you’re here, just let us know. Our home is your home.” He smiled and excused himself to join Yoongi in the kitchen.

The band chattered happily amongst themselves as they gorged on the delicious treats. You scrolled idly through your phone as Jin leaned across the table towards you.

“Care to join me for a nightcap? Hobi gave me a tour of the sitting room while you were upstairs and there’s a decanter of whiskey in there with my name on it.”

You glanced up. “A nightcap? Don’t you think you should get to bed so we can get a good start tomorrow? We have to be at the venue early for the interview.”

“Oh, come on, just one drink. It’s been a long day. Let go a little.” He waved his hand. “You know everything’s all set for tomorrow. But if it’ll ease your mind, we can still discuss the itinerary while we drink.”

Seokjin Kim, focusing on work for once? This you had to see.

“Fine. Just one.”

A pair of gorgeous red velvet couches sat on either side of the ornamental rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room. Curling up on the corner of one, you tucked your legs underneath you as Jin played bartender with the decanter.

Handing you a tumbler, he lifted his in a toast. “To a successful trip.”

“To my promotion,” you countered with a grin.

“Okay, Princess, let’s just enjoy the drink, shall we?”

You dutifully clinked your glass against his, then brought it to your lips.

The delicious aroma washed over you as you swirled the brown liquor in your glass before taking your first sip. As the liquid coated your tongue, you held it there, savoring for a moment before swallowing.

“Mmm,” Jin hummed, inspecting his glass. “I think I need a bottle of this.” He smacked his lips obnoxiously.

Turning the glass around in your hands, you stared at the gentle sloshing of the liquor. “It’s sweeter than I typically prefer, but still has a bit of bite to it.”

Jin cocked an eyebrow. “You some kind of whiskey connoisseur?”

“Maybe,” you retorted, chin jutting out. “I’ve tasted enough to know what I like.”

Whatever dumb rejoinder was forming on Jin’s lips was interrupted by Mariah Carey.

🎵 All I want for Christmas is yoooooou 🎶

You cocked an eyebrow at his choice of ringtone.

“Tis the season,” he grinned, answering. “Go for Seokjin.”

Fuck, he even answered his phone like a tool.

“Hello, sir,” he suddenly sat bolt upright, glancing at you. “Yes, she’s here. Of course, one moment.” He set the phone between you on the couch.

“Okay, sir.”

“Good evening,” your boss’s voice boomed. “I assume there weren’t any problems with your flight?”

“No, sir,” you replied, frowning. Your boss wasn’t the type to micromanage, and he definitely wasn’t the type to phone just to exchange pleasantries. If he was calling, it meant he was extremely stressed about this album release.

“Good. The band isn’t giving you any trouble?”

“No, sir.”

“No issues with your travel or lodging arrangements?”

“No, sir.” You felt like a broken record, repeating yourself.

“Good, good. And everything is all set for tomorrow’s interview?”

Jin finally jumped in. “Everything is completely taken care of, sir. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I give you my word that by the time you’re awake tomorrow, Euphoria’s Rise and Shine! Interview will be the top trending item on every social media platform.”

Stabbing the mute button on his phone, you turned to your coworker as your boss expressed how pleased he was to hear Jin’s response. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

He clucked his tongue. “Have some faith, Princess. I know what I’m doing.” He unmuted the phone as Sejin began to wind down. “Thank you for checking in, sir. I really appreciate it. We’ll have Euphoria back in the number one spot by the time we touch down back home on Saturday!”

“Let’s hope so. That promotion is riding on it. For one of you, anyway.” As if you could forget. “Have a good evening.”

“You too, sir!” Jin pocketed his phone as he finished his whiskey.

“Holy shit, Jin, do you always have to kiss so much ass? How the fuck hasn’t Sejin gotten tired of your bullshit yet?”

“Are you jealous? I can kiss your ass too, if you want. Or anywhere else you’d like.” He puckered cartoonishly.

A gagging noise was your response, making him laugh. His stuttering windshield wiper giggle hit you like nails on a chalkboard.

You drained the last drop of your whiskey and stood. “Okay, I’m calling it. Good night, Jin.”

“Good night, Princess. Don’t forget - I’m just a wall away if you need me.”

You just rolled your eyes, dodging as he blew you a kiss. That ridiculous squawk of a giggle followed you up the stairs to your bedroom, where you closed the door with an exhausted sigh.

Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough.

**********

At five am on the dot, you tossed back the plush blankets on your ridiculously comfy bed and climbed out. Pausing by the window, you glanced out at the forest behind the house. Dawn was still several hours away, so the world outside was cloaked in darkness. Not an early riser by nature, you sighed, shuffling off to shower yourself awake.

To your complete lack of surprise, you were the first to arrive downstairs. Hobi sat at the dining room table, sipping on a mug of coffee, while Yoongi bustled back and forth from the kitchen, arms laden with plates of food - sausages, bacon, home fries, pancakes, basically any breakfast food you could think of, he brought out.

“Good morning,” Hobi beamed.

“Good morning.” Taking a seat, you smiled gratefully at Yoongi as he set a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. “Yoongi, you’ve outdone yourself. This is a veritable feast!”

“That’s my Yoongi,” Hobi cooed, pinching Yoongi’s cheek. “Always spoiling everyone.” Yoongi dipped his head in embarrassment, but not before you caught a little gummy smile lighting up his handsome face.

Feet pounded down the stairs, and Jungkook stuck his head into the dining room, purple hair bouncing. “Oh shit, that looks good!” he crowed, grabbing a plate and loading it with food. Jin arrived not long after, and followed suit. Jimin and Taehyung drifted down last, immediately digging into Yoongi’s banquet.

Jin was once again dressed to kill in another crisply tailored suit, this time in charcoal grey, a white tie expertly knotted at his throat. Meanwhile, you had dressed in a chunky oversized sweater and thick wool skirt with your knee-high boots, wanting to look stylish while staying warm at the concert venue.

And then there was the band.

Of the three, Jimin was the most casually dressed, if one could consider wearing a two thousand dollar red satin Saint Laurent jacket to be “casual.” Underneath, he wore a simple white t-shirt, with several long necklaces dangling on his chest, and black jeans. Taehyung appeared to be headed on a dreamy date, dressed in a blousy white top, slightly unbuttoned, with a black boutonniere and a black and white scarf tied loosely around his neck. And Jungkook’s tall frame was adorned in a sheer black top under a leopard print button up, completely unbuttoned, and obscenely tight leather pants.

Not exactly the best outfits for an interview about a holiday-themed album. You made a mental note to look into purchasing some ugly Christmas sweaters for the fan-meeting tomorrow - surely you could find those at Santa’s Workshop, right?

As everyone ate in comfortable silence, you cleared your throat.

“Morning, guys. We need to leave here no later than seven for the meet and greet with the mayor and the Rise and Shine! taping. Remember, this is live tv, and the local paper will be there to take photos as well. So please, no swearing and no rude gestures.” You stared directly at Jungkook, who nodded.

“Got it, Mom,” Jimin chirped as he reached for another stack of pancakes.

“Park.”

“Sorry, noona.”

**********

Despite your months of experience working with the media, and despite the fact that you yourself were not going to be on tv, you were nervous as fuck as the band prepared for their interview. Tiny pinpricks of sweat began to bead on your forehead as you and Jin watched from the wings of the stage.

The venue for the big comeback concert was the town’s small community theatre space, a boxy room with a simple stage and approximately 200 seats in the audience. Beyond the Sound was clearly hoping for an intimate experience for the lucky ticket holders, all of whom were longtime Euphoria fan club members who had been randomly selected in a raffle.

Rise and Shine! had sent a single camera operator and one producer to oversee the remote interview, and they were hustling about, preparing for the live feed. The photographer from the local paper was sitting in the audience, waiting for the mayor to arrive so she could snap a few photos of him with the band. Meanwhile, the band members themselves were helping each other touch up their makeup. So you were left with only Jin to calm your nerves.

Naturally, he wasn't helping.

Instead of focusing on the scene in front of him, or helping you take your mind off of your anxiousness, Jin scrolled through his phone, giving off the appearance of a man who would rather be anywhere else in the world.

Well, honestly, so would you, but you had a fucking job to do, so you were going to make sure it went off without a hitch.

"Shouldn't the mayor be here by now?" you asked, glancing at your watch. In less than fifteen minutes, the irritatingly chipper hosts of the morning program would be streaming through the monitor in front of you as they asked Euphoria some blandly inane questions about their album. The mayor was supposed to participate in the conversation and really help sell the whole folksy angle your company was hoping to achieve.

“I’m sure he’s on his way. Just breathe, Princess.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.

“Stop. Calling. Me. That,” you spat through gritted teeth, as the door at the back of the theater suddenly slammed open.

“I’m here!” a voice yelled. As everyone watched, a tall, beefy man in a beanie and black peacoat dashed down the aisle towards the stage. He tripped over his own feet and you gasped, expecting him to faceplant, but he recovered and kept running.

Hand outstretched, he made a beeline for you and Jin. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” he huffed. “Hi, I’m Namjoon Kim, nice to meet you.”

“Mr. Mayor, it’s lovely to meet you,” You shook his hand. “Thank you for allowing us to hold our concert in your beautiful town!”

Jin snickered softly. If that ass kisser thought you were laying it on too thickly, then you definitely were overdoing it. Fighting the urge to stomp on his big clown feet, you smiled at the mayor as if you hadn’t heard anything.

“Oh, it’s our honor to host you! And please, call me Namjoon,” he smiled, shaking Jin’s hand in turn. “I was sad to hear that I wouldn’t get to meet Irene after all our correspondence. She seemed very… thorough.”

“Yeah, Irene never left anything to chance,” Jin laughed. “I can only imagine the novel-length emails she sent you.”

Another glance at your watch. Ten minutes. The band members had finished their touch-ups and were now… uh…

Where the hell had they gone?!

“Would you please excuse me?” you smiled at Namjoon, shot Jin a look, and left the two men standing there, discussing Irene’s Type A tendencies.

Wandering the backstage area of the theater, you hissed names like a balloon slowly leaking air. “Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook! Where the hell are you??”

“Relax, noona.”

Stifling a scream, you whirled and found Jimin snickering behind you. “Fuck! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a person?”

“I wasn’t sneaking, you just couldn’t hear me over the sound of your panicking,” he replied drolly. “Come on, they’re back here.”

You followed him into a small dressing room, where Taehyung and Jungkook were digging through racks of costumes.

“What are you -”

“Found one!” Jungkook interrupted you, proudly brandishing a Santa hat. “And look, here’s a pair of reindeer antlers, Jimin.” He tossed a headband at his bandmate.

“Perfect! What about Tae?”

Taehyung turned away from a mirror on the wall, where he had been inspecting his handsome visage. He tucked his long hair back, revealing a pair of elf ears.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys look fantastic - very holiday appropriate! Now, why don’t you go get your mics and get ready for the countdown?”

Santa Jungkook and Elf Taehyung strolled out of the room. But Reindeer Jimin merely shook his head. “You really don’t have to worry about us, noona. We know what to do. How to hit our marks and spout the company lines.”

“I wasn’t worried!” you lied.

“Right. Of course not.” He trailed you back to the stage. “Why would you worry? It’s not like you haven’t heard a million nasty stories about us, right? About how difficult we are, how unprofessional, always needing tons of close handling. Nothing like that?”

You blinked, but didn’t reply, unsure what to say. The last thing you wanted to do was rile him up when they were mere seconds away from a live broadcast.

Jimin laughed derisively. “That’s what I thought.” He waved the producer over, patiently letting her mic him up. “I know what everyone at Beyond the Sound thinks of us, even though most of you never even met us.”

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” you fudged, trying to untangle yourself from this situation. “Beyond the Sound has always championed Euphoria. We’re doing everything we can to make sure you guys are taken care of, and to see that your comeback is a success.” You gave him a shaky smile. “We have your best interests at heart.”

“Ha!” he huffed, shaking his head. “Our best interests. If you say so, noona.”

He left you gawking as he joined his bandmates, introducing himself to the mayor. Four stools had been placed on the stage, in front of a simple snowy backdrop and a large fake Christmas tree. As they settled in, the producer waved her arm, indicating the countdown to being live had begun.

“You okay, Princess?” Jin whispered as you clenched and unclenched your fists, silently counting along with the producer.

“Of course,” you sniffed. “Everything’s fine.”

Jimin’s words had rattled you a little, but you weren’t about to tell Jin that.

“They’ve got this. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

The lights were off in the wings, and in the darkness, you could barely make out Jin’s profile. He looked completely relaxed, as usual.

“Will you stop saying that stupid phrase? It’s completely inane!”

Jin just honk laughed.

The interview went off without a hitch. Jimin was right - Euphoria were seasoned pros, and knew how to handle the press. The only slight hiccup came courtesy of the mayor. As he gestured to the venue space behind him, he nearly smacked Taehyung in the face. Taehyung spun to avoid his arm, which made Jimin guffaw, which led to him falling off his stool.

Could’ve been worse.

**********

After lunch, the road crew showed up to set up for rehearsal. You sat in the audience and flipped through notes on your phone as the band practiced their setlist for the concert. Jin had folded himself into a seat in the row behind you, legs propped up, humming along to the music floating through the theater.

Euphoria’s new album was a mix of holiday standards like “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” and several original songs, including the one they were currently playing, nonsensically named “Claus I Said So!”

“Oh god,” Jin murmured, leaning forward to rest his arms on the back of the seat next to you. “This might be the worst Christmas song in the history of the world. How do they expect this to sell albums?”

You scowled at the sudden nearness of him. “They don’t. They expect us to sell them, remember?” He did have a point, though. The song was truly atrocious, the lyrics some vapid nonsense about how everyone had to do Santa’s bidding or there would be no Christmas this year. But all Santa kept telling everyone to do was to “rock!”

Mentally, you added earplugs to your list of items to bring to the concert.

“I’m honestly surprised they agreed to this album in the first place,” Jin admitted.

You stopped scrolling long enough to turn and look at him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “I understand why they went along with the punk album. They do have legitimate musical talent and it was an opportunity to flex their skills. The screamo album took a lot of persuading from Irene, and I heard even Sejin had to cajole them a bit. But a holiday album?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Never thought they’d agree to it. Especially now that I’m hearing the songs they were given - could you imagine having to sing this crap with a straight face?”

“Jin?”

“Yeah?”

“Literally what the fuck are you talking about?”

Euphoria were chameleons, constantly changing their look and their sound. But that was all them. Always their idea, always their music.

Wasn’t it?

Jin stared at you. “Oh, Princess, tell me you know.”

“I know what?” Your eyes narrowed.

“That Beyond the Sound is responsible for all of Euphoria’s crazy reinventions? The company plans out every album, from concept to songs?” His eyebrows shot up at your silence. “Oh no, you really thought they came up with all that crap?” He gestured at the stage. “Do they look like they want to be performing this tripe?”

The song ended, shifting into another original tune, “Don’t Be Elfish,” as you carefully examined the members on stage. Jimin’s eyes were as lifeless as a doll’s as he crooned into the microphone. Taehyung strummed his bass mindlessly, staring into space. Jungkook looked like an automaton, drumming mechanically.

They all seemed absolutely miserable.

Holy shit, how could you have missed this? All this time, thinking the band was full of chaotic wildlings who jumped from genre to genre on a whim, with no rhyme or reason. Assuming they were monsters that couldn’t be tamed.

And why had you thought these things? Because that’s what your company told you.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

You twisted in your seat to face him. “Why would they agree to this? To any of this?”

“Their contract. Beyond the Sound basically locked them into a terrible deal. Their original manager was… not a good guy.” He pursed his lips. “He made a hell of a lot of money off of them when they signed with Beyond the Sound, then split. Our company uses them as guinea pigs, trying to tap into new markets. The punk rock album got them a bunch of deals, but that last album didn’t net any new clients. Or fans.”

Well, shit. Maybe you needed to stop assuming so much based on what you heard around the office. That place seemed to be overflowing with lies.

Then again, how did you know that Jin wasn’t lying to you right now? Why should you trust him? He’d probably heard all this stuff through the rumor mill, too.

“That is… unfortunate. But at the end of the day, they signed on the dotted line. They agreed to this.” Even as the words left your lips, you doubted them slightly. But if you had to pick between listening to your employer or listening to your maddening coworker, you were choosing Beyond the Sound. “If they want those albums to sell, they’ll suck it up and sing those terrible songs.”

Were you imagining things or did Jin look disappointed with your response?

“Right. It’s all about the bottom line. Good thing you’re here to keep everything under control, Princess.” He leaned back again, out of sight.

But not out of mind, as his words kept tumbling through your head.

“This one’s for you, noona,” Jimin’s voice boomed over the sound system, interrupting your thoughts. You looked up to see him pointing at you, and the band launched into a slinky cover of “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).” Jimin’s smooth voice poured out of the speakers, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover Jin’s laughter behind you.

“Shut it, Jin!”

**********

The band seemed beat by the time rehearsal ended. The ride back to the Blitzen Inn was quiet. You didn’t mind, because you were still trying to make sense of your conversations with Jimin and Jin.

But everyone perked up once they saw what a feast Yoongi had whipped up for dinner. Large slabs of meat, various types of potatoes and grilled vegetables, and freshly baked breads covered the dining room table. As everyone tucked in, Hobi played the gracious host, a role he was well suited to, asking questions and keeping the conversation rolling.

“So, this is your first time visiting the east coast in winter?” he inquired, pouring you some more wine.

“Mmmhmm. Any time I’ve been here before was during the summer.” You swirled your wine, letting it breathe. “I’m a little disappointed, honestly, that there’s no snow. I’ve never seen any.”

“Never?” Jin interjected, looking surprised. “None at all?”

You shook your head sadly.

“Not even at a ski resort or anything?”

“What exactly aren’t you grasping about never, Jin?”

“Well, I have some good news for you, then,” Hobi cut in with a smile. “They’re predicting we’ll get a little dusting tonight. Not much, but enough to cover the ground, at least.”

“It’s gonna snow?” Jungkook looked up from wolfing down his food. “When?”

“Later tonight. Again, it’s probably not going to amount to much, but at least you’ll get to finally see some,” Hobi said to you.

What a pleasant surprise. None of the weather channels you’d monitored prior to the trip had mentioned anything about snow. You didn’t care if it wasn’t going to amount to much - all you wanted to was to see those precious little snowflakes drifting down, just once. That would be more than enough.

“You know, snowy nights are perfect for cuddling by the fire,” Jimin informed you, sliding his chair closer. “Just picture it - you, me, a bottle of wine. Curled up on the couch, keeping each other warm. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“What is this weird obsession with keeping me ‘warm’? Am I giving off hypothermic vibes?” you scoffed, taking a swig of wine.

Jin cackled as you held out your glass for more wine.

Dessert was yet another delicious extravaganza, this time a grand selection of little cakes. Yoongi truly did spoil his guests. Afterward, Jin retired to his room to “network,” which you assumed meant he was probably going to nap. The band took up residence in the library, crowding around the piano as they discussed some tweaks to the concert setlist. Hobi and Yoongi were in the kitchen cleaning, so you had the sitting room to yourself. You turned on a fluffy holiday movie, a guilty pleasure of yours, letting it play in the background as you answered some work emails.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie - just as the confused protagonist was about to realize she might have feelings for the antagonizing male lead - that you caught something flickering in the fading evening light outside the window.

Snowflakes.

Quickly setting your work aside, you dashed out into the hallway, grabbing your puffer coat from the rack by the door. Others must’ve noticed the snow as well, judging by the excited shouts you heard behind you as you pulled the front door open.

The world outside was awash in white. Snowflakes tumbled through the air, gently coming to rest on the lawn. You walked through the yard, tempted to spin in circles like the lead of one of those silly holiday movies you loved to hate.

Aw, fuck it.

Arms outstretched, you twirled, giggling to yourself as you tilted your face towards the sky. Opening your mouth, you caught a few flakes, letting them melt away on your tongue.

Eventually, your wandering led you to the gazebo, where you sat on a bench under the Christmas lights, feeling a strange sense of peace. The world was hushed, a serene silence falling over everything. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there when you heard Jin’s voice.

“Oh, I missed it.”

You shifted and saw Jin walking towards the gazebo. He shuffled forward to join you, wrapped in his red plaid coat again, with a navy scarf tied around his neck, a rosy glow on his cheeks as the night air nipped at his face.

“You haven’t missed anything. It’s been snowing for a while.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to see it start. There’s something really magical about those first flakes.”

“Is that so?” Standing, you propped yourself against one of the pillars holding the roof up, and turned your face to the sky to watch the snow, sighing happily. Not even his irksome presence could bother you right now.

He nodded, stepping a little closer. “I grew up in the north, you know. There’s this moment when the cold air gets so crisp, you can almost feel time slowing, like it’s starting to freeze, too. The world stills. And then the clouds themselves begin to fall, bit by bit, fluttering to the ground as tiny snowflakes.”

“Fuck, maybe you should be in PR instead of management. You’re really selling it,” you commented drily.

Jin smiled, huffing a soft laugh. “I’m just trying to explain how beautiful that moment is. I really wanted to experience it again. And I…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“You what?” you prompted him.

He cleared his throat. “I wanted to see the first snow with you. To share it with you, since I know you’ve never experienced it before.”

“Oh.”

You hadn’t realized how close he was standing until you caught his gaze, his eyes shimmering like the delicate flakes that danced around you. His tongue licked nervously at his plump lips as his face angled down towards yours.

He looked so handsome in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, you could almost forget how annoying he was.

Almost.

“Well, that’s just too bad,” you murmured, stepping down from the gazebo onto the path back to the house.

“Did you enjoy it, at least?” he called out as you retreated.

“It was lovely,” you replied over your shoulder, not looking back.

Nearly everyone had drifted outside to admire the snowfall. Hobi and Yoongi cuddled on the porch swing as Jungkook perched on the edge of the steps, attempting to pack what little snow was on the ground into a snowball. You briefly considered bribing him to aim for Jin.

Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in the doorway. “Come watch the snow with me, noona,” he wheedled, batting his eyelashes. “Look.” He pointed to where a little green sprig dangled over the porch swing. “Want to take a turn after our hosts get up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Give it up, Park.”

“Aw, come on, you don’t want to sit under the mistletoe with me?” He pouted. Despite your best efforts, your gaze flitted to his luscious mouth briefly. You knew millions of his fans would die to be in your shoes at that moment.

If only you could switch with any one of them.

“Believe it or not, I don’t.” you remarked, sweeping past him into the house. Over your shoulder, you called out, “Besides, mistletoe is not romantic. It’s a parasite!”

**********

“Don’t worry. He knows you’re not interested,” a deep voice rang out from the library as you passed by.

You wandered into the room to find Taehyung sitting at the baby grand, fingers gently coaxing a soft melody from the keys.

“What did you say?”

“Jimin.” His dark eyes assessed you as you took a seat in a plump armchair near the wall of books. “He knows. He’s just flirting for show.”

“Jimin? The world renowned player?” You frowned. “Flirting is his first language. What do you mean, it’s for ‘show’?”

“He’s acting. Playing the part written for him, to prevent the truth from getting out.”

You were lost. “And that is…?”

“He’s celibate.”

“Shut up!” You popped upright, stunned. “But… all those scandals! What about the flings, the one night stands?

“They never existed.” The key changed, shifting to minor. “All lies, dreamt up by Beyond the Sound, to deflect from the reality of the situation.”

“Why?” Once again, you found yourself struggling to understand. “Why would they fabricate such wild stories? Why hide the fact he’s celibate?”

Taehyung laughed mirthlessly. “To mold him into their desired image. Who wants a lead singer who’s abstinate? Euphoria needs a sexy star for fans to ooh and ahh over.”

Mulling his words, you fell silent, allowing Taehyung’s song to wash over you as you reflected. He was such a gifted pianist, and you mourned all the music he’d never been given the chance to play, being forced to perform Beyond the Sound’s dreck instead.

“Taehyung… when you were working on the punk album… why did you lock yourself in the studio for six days?”

If the sudden change in topic threw him, you wouldn’t know it. He continued to play as he answered. “I never did that. That’s when I flew back to Korea, to be with my family when my father was ill.” He dipped his head, striking the keys hard as the music swelled. “But we couldn’t have that getting out, could we? Wouldn’t exactly look like a tempermental artiste if it turned out that not only did I not write the album, but I spent the time I was supposed to be doing so at my ailing father’s bedside.”

Fuck, was anything you’d ever heard at work even remotely true?

“And what about Jungkook? I remember Irene comparing him to a wild animal, running untamed.”

He gave you a look. “You’ve seen him. He’s not some feral beast. He's… he’s a puppy. Too much energy, sure, but also full of boundless enthusiasm. And sweetness. He’d do anything for any of us, even our hosts if they asked.”

You ruminated for a moment. “Okay, so, basically, everything I know about Euphoria is a lie. But… why are you telling me all of this?” you asked.

He shrugged, fingers gently coaxing out quiet notes as the song began to diminuendo. “If I can be blunt?”

Waving your hand, you granted him permission.

“You don’t strike me as the next Irene. Or Sejin. You still have a soul.” He grinned sadly. “Don’t let Beyond the Sound take that from you.”

You blinked. Well, shit, you had told him he could be blunt.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck ten.

“Don’t stay up too late, Taehyung,” you advised as you stood to leave. “Even if we don’t have an early start tomorrow, you should still get some rest.”

“Noted, noona.”

As you crossed the room, he called out your name, and you paused in the doorway.

“Maybe we’re not the only ones who deserve a second look.” His song ended, the last note sustaining as he turned to face you.

Okay, he was getting a little too personal now. But damn if he didn’t have perfect timing. Like a true artist.

With a curt nod, you walked away, heading for the quiet respite of your bed, and the blissful promise of sleep.

**********

Snow. Everywhere you looked, as you stared out the window the next morning. The world was covered in white, shimmering in the cloud-filtered glow of the morning sun.

Bundling up in your robe, still dressed in your silky pajama set, you trudged downstairs and found Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi already gathered in the sitting room, watching the news. All were still in their pajamas as well. Jin was of course wearing a set of Louis Vuitton sleepwear. At this point, you assumed he’d just bought out the entire boutique.

“That’s right, Bob, as you can see here, we’re up to 13 inches and snow is still coming down! Looks like we might get that white Christmas after all!” the orange-hued weatherman yapped as he pointed to the screen behind him.

“Someone needs to lay off the self-tanner,” Jin snarked as Yoongi greeted you with a steaming mug of coffee. You were really going to miss the incredible service here when you returned home.

“Did he say 13 inches?” you inquired, blowing into your beverage.

Hobi nodded. “So far!”

Walking over to the windows, you peered outside. The road leading to the house was nowhere in sight. Yoongi joined you, munching on a biscuit held in one hand, the other clutching his coffee.

“At what time do they plow the road?”

Hobi and Yoongi laughed before they caught your expression.

“Oh, you’re serious?” Hobi blinked.

You frowned. “Sorry, lifelong beachtown resident here. I don’t know how it works when it snows. The city plows the roads, don’t they?” Leaving Yoongi at the window, you plopped down on the couch, grabbing a biscuit from a tray on the coffee table and slathering on some butter.

“Sure, they plow public roads. But we’re on a private road out here. So we’d have to plow it ourselves. And we don’t own anything that could do the job.” Yoongi explained. Almost 24 hours in their house and this was the first time you’d heard Yoongi actually speak.

“Plus, anyone who could do it for us is going to be busy today. And even if we could get the road plowed, the snow hasn’t actually stopped. So if you leave, you might end up snowed in somewhere else.” Hobi continued. “Or worse, you could get into a horrible accident on the slick roads.”

Jin sipped his coffee. “That all sounds terrible. Essentially, you’re saying we’re stuck here.” “For now, at least,” Hobi stated.

You and Jin exchanged a look. But before you could speak, a loud whoop sounded from upstairs. The two of you rushed to the doorway to see what was happening. “WOOOOOO! LOOK AT ALL THAT SNOW!”

Jungkook stampeded down the stairs, clad in only a towel. His dark purple hair dripped puddles on the hardwood as he dashed barefoot to the front door, wrenching it open. “I’m gonna make snow angels!” he shouted as he sprinted outside.

“What just happened?” you asked, stunned.

“Am I seeing things or is he only wearing a towel?” Jin asked.

From his post at the window, Yoongi smirked. “Well, he was wearing a towel.”

The speed with which you snapped out of your trance and ran outside was nothing short of superhuman. “Jungkook, naked snow angels aren’t a thing!!”

**********

By midday, the snowfall total was up to 18 inches. And there seemed to be no end in sight.

“I don’t understand,” you groused, still in your robe, still on the couch. “Aren’t these people supposed to be professionals? Don’t they make an entire career out of predicting this stuff? How did they not see this coming??”

Irene had done an incredible amount of legwork for the trip, including compiling initial weather reports and consulting almanacs to determine how close to the holiday the concert could occur without the threat of inclement weather. Once you’d taken over, you’d done the same, making sure to keep updated on any changes that could potentially derail the concert.

Not a single report had said anything about a freaking blizzard.

You mentally added meteorologists to your ever-growing list of enemies. It was practically a novel at this point.

Everyone was now gathered in the sitting room, all staring at the tv in surprise and dismay. Well, you were dismayed. Jungkook was thrilled, Taehyung and Jimin were a strange mix of concerned and excited, and Hobi and Yoongi were indifferent.

And Jin? He was relaxed as always.

“It is what it is,” Jin proclaimed sagely. You stopped glaring at the weatherman long enough to glare at him instead. “What? I’m just saying, we can’t do anything or go anywhere right now. Might as well make the best of it.”

“That’s the idea!” Hobi chirped, nudging his husband. “Yoongs, maybe we can whip up a special snow day dinner for everyone? Something to warm them and lift their spirits at the same time.”

Yoongi tipped his head, contemplating. “Let me see what I have to work with. Maybe some sort of stew? Of course, if we’re having stew, I’ll need to bake some sort of crusty bread to go with it…” He trailed off as he strolled into the kitchen.

“Perfect.” Hobi clapped his hands, rubbing them excitedly. “Until then, we have plenty to keep you entertained! In addition to books, there are puzzles and games in the library. And we have lots of extra winter gear on hand, in case anyone wants to go outside.”

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be napping.” Taehyung announced as he disappeared upstairs.

“You said there are puzzles in the library?” Jimin inquired, drawing a curious look from you. “Some people meditate. I do jigsaws, okay? They’re very calming.” He wandered off in search of his zen.

“Jungkook, have you ever made a snowman?”

Jungkook just looked at Hobi with wide eyes, who giggled and gestured for the drummer to follow him.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Jin cupped his hand behind his ear.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly! Isn’t it wonderful?” Jin grinned. “If this snow gets us out of babysitting for a few hours, then it can’t be that bad, can it?” He stretched and leaned back on the couch, flipping idly through the channels. “I think I’m just going to watch a movie. What about you?”

“Are you serious?” you sputtered incredulously. “What am I going to do? I’m going to do my job! Which is what you should be doing!”

Confusion twisted Jin’s pretty features. “What exactly am I supposed to do? Did you not just have the same conversation as the rest of us? We’re stuck here!”

“Just because our hosts don’t want to hire a plow doesn’t mean we should just give up! I refuse to believe we’re just housebound for the day. There has to be a way to get someone out here to dig us out!”

“The band will be fine if they can’t rehearse today. They’re pros.”

All you could think about was your boss’s threat about Irene not being the only one leaving Beyond the Sound. “Sure, that’s fine, but what about the fan signing event tonight? We need that support!”

Jin frowned, eyebrows drawing in tight. “Come on, you heard what Hobi and Yoongi said. The plows are going to be busy with public roads. And we shouldn’t go out there until the snow stops. Do you really want to spend the night at that Christmas shop if we end up snowed in?”

You threw up your hands. “No, of course not! But I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I’m not built that way.”

“Built what way?”

“Built like you!”

“Yah, what does that mean?” He blinked, sitting up.

“It means that I can’t just take it easy and smile and wink and expect everything to magically fall into place for me!” All the frustration that had been building as the snow fell was starting to bubble to the surface as your voice rose slightly. “If you can’t use your charms to get it done, then it’s not getting done! Meanwhile I work my ass off, because I actually give a damn about my job!”

“Again with the snide comments about me not taking things seriously! Is that really what you think of me?” Jin asked, jumping to his feet. “That I’m some lazy asshole who doesn’t give a shit?” “Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck and shoots finger guns like a fucking lameass duck... ” Springing to your feet, you took a step forward as he stepped back. “Yes, that’s exactly what I think!”

At that moment, Yoongi walked into the room carrying a tray of cookies. Spotting the two of you circling the coffee table in an intense standoff, he smoothly executed a swift one-eighty degree turn, and walked back out of the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’m the only one here who cares!”

Laughing dismissively, you doubled over. “You? YOU? Come the fuck on!”

“Yes, me! Because I am the only one concerned about our clients!”

Red. Your vision literally turned red for a second as your blood boiled. “Excuse me?? How dare you insinuate that I don’t care about them!”

“It’s true!” he nearly shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke. “You care about the job, sure - just the numbers! Ratings, views, sales. That’s it! That’s all you give a damn about! Meanwhile, I’m trying to ensure that our clients - the actual living breathing musicians we’re meant to serve, the people - are safe and sound and happy! Look at right now, for example - you really want to send them out there in this?” He waved his hand towards the window. “Why? Just so they can sell a few albums?”

“It’s not just a few albums, it’s also our jobs on the line,” you hissed.

Jin just shook his head. “Not to mention, they’ve told us how miserable they are with Beyond the Sound - don’t look so shocked, I know what they’ve said to you, because they’ve said it to me, too! But all you do is recite the company line to get them to shut up and do whatever is best for the numbers - not what is best for them!”

“Hey!”

A loud voice hollered from upstairs. You and Jin drifted into the hallway to peer up the stairs at Taehyung, who leaned over the railing, looking pissed off in his plaid pajamas.

“Some people are trying to sleep! Either take this outside, or buy me some better ear plugs!”

Neither of you responded, locked in a fierce staring contest.

“Well?” You gestured in Taehyung’s direction. “Your client is not happy, Jin! Shouldn’t you do something about it?”

Jin glared at you. “Just tell me - are you planning on doing your oh-so-important work out of this room today?”

You blinked, confused at the abrupt shift. “Maybe? I haven’t decided yet, why?”

“Because,” he yelled over his shoulder as he stomped up the stairs, “I want to be wherever you are not!” He punctuated his sentence by slamming his bedroom door shut.

Jimin’s head poked out of the library doorway. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Uh-oh, Mom and Dad are fighting. Looks like we’re getting two Christmases this year!”

“Shut it, Park!” you snapped, whirling and stalking back into the sitting room. Sinking onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling, wondering exactly when things had gone from potential nightmare to outright catastrophic disaster.

**********

Despite you doing your best all afternoon to find one, there were no plows anywhere even remotely nearby who could dig you out. Which meant the fan-signing event at Santa’s Workshop had to be cancelled.

By the time dinner ended, you were starting to worry that the concert tomorrow might also suffer the same fate.

And that no matter how hard you tried, you weren’t going to pull off this assignment after all.

A long dram of your hot cocoa did little to settle your nerves, despite the large kick of peppermint schnapps Yoongi had generously added for you. This was your second mug, and you were still too keyed up to feel the effects of the liquor.

“At some point, it will stop snowing, right?” You asked the question half in jest, gazing out the window of the sitting room at the flakes that just kept falling and falling, but the tone of your voice betrayed your anxiety.

For once, you’d gotten your wish. The world outside was indeed a sea of white. Unfortunately, it seemed to be just as boundless as the ocean itself.

“Don’t worry,” Hobi said comfortingly, “it can’t snow forever.” He was lying on one of the velvet couches, still keeping an eye on the weather channel.

Jimin and Yoongi sat on the floor around the coffee table, assembling a jigsaw of a covered bridge together. Jungkook was draped across the other couch, lost in his VR headset again. You could hear Taehyung in the library, tickling the ivories and providing you with rather soothing background music.

Or it would have been soothing were you not wound so tightly that you were about to pop.

Jin had returned to his room as soon as the dishes were cleared from the dinner table. You were fine with that. Let the baby pout. After what he’d said to you, accusing you of only caring about numbers, you hoped you didn’t see his stupid face again for as long as possible.

Yoongi glanced up at his husband, idly flipping a puzzle piece over in his long fingers. “Remember that snowstorm two years ago? Snowed for almost 48 hours straight. I think that’s the longest I’ve ever seen.” You must’ve looked frightened at the prospect of the snow continuing for another day, because he hastily added, “But I’m sure that won’t be the case today. That was a freak storm, a fluke.”

“You mean, a fluke like an unexpected blizzard?” you squeaked.

Yoongi’s mouth set in a firm line. “This is why I usually don’t talk to our guests.”

Hobi rubbed his husband’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, dear.”

“If the concert’s cancelled, is it really the end of the world?” Jimin mused. “The album will drop no matter what. Our fans know it’s coming.”

You bit your lip, remembering Sejin’s words. “There’s a lot more riding on this than you know, Park,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from the others in the room to stare forlornly out the window.

As you watched the swirling eddies of snow drift past the window, something gnawed at you.

You’d always known Beyond the Sound was a greedy corporation, bent on dominating the charts and keeping the cash flowing in. You weren’t naive. Or at least, you hadn’t thought you were. But how had you missed the way your company was treating its clients? You truly thought they were being taken care of while Beyond the Sound rode their success all the way to the bank.

All the conversations you’d had in the past 24 hours left you unsettled, and had you wondering if you even wanted your promotion anymore. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking of it as already yours. Maybe if the concert got cancelled, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, as Jimin had said… even if you lost your job?

Damn, the schnapps must’ve been kicking in, if you were contemplating unemployment without batting an eye.

With a sigh, you wandered away from the window. It was funny how quickly you’d tired of that unending whiteness outside.

Hobi patted the space on the couch next to him and you took a seat.

“So now what?” you asked. “We just… sit here and keep waiting?”

“Yep.” Hobi ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he leaned against his legs. You averted your gaze, trying to ignore the way your heart panged at the soft sight. It had been so long since someone had stroked your hair like that. “We hunker down and wait for it to pass. Eventually, we’ll have to dig ourselves out, and figure out the plow situation. But until the snow stops, there’s nothing for us to do, but eat, drink, and be merry!” He grinned, his sunny personality not dimmed in the slightest by the stressful situation unfolding around him.

What it must be like to be an optimist. Couldn’t be you.

“We’ll be fine, noona,” Jimin concurred, smiling reassuringly. “As long as the - “

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Total, complete blackness, almost smothering you. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“ - power doesn’t go out.”

Yoongi’s voice piped up. “You just had to say something about the power, didn’t you?”

**********

An hour later, the electricity was still out. Candles placed around the sitting room provided weak illumination, shadows flickering as everyone settled in around the fireplace.

Well, everyone minus Jin, who remained in his room. Maybe he was sleeping through the blackout. Maybe he was still being a jerk. Those things weren’t mutually exclusive.

You’d finally shed your bathrobe, replacing it with the down comforter from your bed. Everyone else was similarly bundled in their bedding as you waited to find out what was going on outside.

A hand-cranked radio brought you bad news - the power was out for more than half the state, with no estimates of when it would return. Your hosts had some minor good news, in that they had a gas-powered generator, but it could only run for 12 hours max before it would need refilling. And that would be difficult to do if it kept snowing.

“We should reserve the generator to power the fridge and to keep the water from the well running,” Yoongi explained. “For now, I think it’s best we all hang out downstairs, where the fireplaces can help us stay warm.”

“What about Jin-hyung?” a pile of blankets on the floor asked. A purple-haired head poked out. “Should someone go get him?”

Everyone looked at you.

“Why me?” you bristled. “You all heard that asshole earlier. Fuck, I think the surrounding states heard him announce he doesn’t want to be anywhere near me!”

“Maybe this is a good chance to apologize,” Taehyung intoned, leveling a look in your direction. You shot back a glare, and he suddenly seemed to find the dancing flames in the fireplace very interesting.

Jimin wouldn’t meet your eye, and Jungkook dove back into his blankets. With a frustrated sigh, you arranged your comforter around yourself like a cape, and angrily stalked upstairs.

**********

Armed with a flashlight, courtesy of Hobi, you exhaled loudly before knocking on Jin’s door.

“Jin? Are you awake?”

Silence. He was probably sleeping after all. Well, you tried, so maybe everyone could get off your back.

A muffled voice called out as you turned to leave. “What do you want?”

Just the sound of his voice made your teeth clench. “Everyone’s downstairs waiting for the power to come back. It’s warmer down there, with the fireplaces. You should come down too.”

No response.

“Jin, did you hear me? You shouldn’t stay upstairs right now.” You frowned. “Don’t freeze your ass off because you’re a stubborn - “

The door flew open, and your rant died on your lips as you were met by a very rumpled Jin, who’d clearly just woken up. His normally polished facade was missing. Instead, he looked very soft, eyes blinking sleepily, mouth yawning gently. He still wore his pajama pants, but he’d removed his top.

Your eyes swept over his broad chest and the curve of his biceps as he leaned his arm on the doorframe. He was more well-built than you’d ever imagined, a slight ripple of abs greeting you as you jerked your gaze away before it drifted too far south.

Not that you’d ever imagined him shirtless. Of course not.

Well, maybe when you’d first met, before he’d opened his mouth.

Suddenly incredibly conscious of where you were looking, you stared at his hair. Such majestic fluff, the shiny strands bouncing as he dragged a hand over his face, peering at you questioningly. You longed to run your fingers through it. It probably felt like silk.

Okay, no more schnapps for you.

“Stubborn what?”

You shook your head. “Nevermind. Look, just come down, okay? There’s no estimate on when the power will return, so we’re keeping warm by the fire.”

The gaze that swept over you was cold, appraising. “Nah. I’m fine here.”

Jin tried to close the door, but you stuck your foot in, blocking it. He kept pushing, and you shoved against the door, stumbling through the gap into his room.

“Hey! I’m trying to keep you from dying of hypothermia, you prick!” you snapped, yanking your blanket through the door as it swung shut. You set the flashlight on the floor, aiming it upward so that the room was dimly lit by the beam.

He just huffed out a noisy breath, flopping onto his bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not that cold.”

“Not yet, but it will be, the longer we go without the heating on.”

“Oh, now you’re an expert on how exposure works? Great. Let me just settle in for this lecture,” he grumbled, burying his face into his pillow.

You were cursed. That was the only explanation for why you were stuck with this giant manbaby, in an unexpected blizzard, during the most important week of your career.

And you were over it.

Tossing your blanket cape to the floor, you stalked across the room and jumped onto his bed, jostling him violently.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he yelped, rolling onto his back. You drew yourself up onto your knees, straddling his calves as you glared down at him.

“Clearly, you and I are never going to see eye-to-eye on how we work. That’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. I just need you to stop being a baby and come downstairs because I’m pretty sure I’m not getting that promotion if I return to work without you because you froze to death!”

Jin sat up quickly, knocking you off balance as his face suddenly came within inches of yours. “Yah, that promotion is mine, first of all! And secondly, I’m not going to freeze!”

“Why can’t you just do what I’m asking you to?” you snarled, poking him in the chest.

“Why can’t you just realize that maybe your way isn’t the only way!” he retorted, grabbing your hand.

“You drive me insane!”

His eyes flashed as he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer. “The feeling’s mutual, Princess!”

Before you could shout once again about that irritating nickname, his lips smashed against yours.

Despite the quickly chilling room around you, you were burning up, flames licking at your skin as Jin ran his hands down your back, holding you flush against him as your mouths fought for dominance. Biting, tongues colliding, grunting and sighing into one another.

Fuck, he was an incredible kisser. His plump lips felt like heaven as they tangoed viciously with yours. Why the fuck were you always fighting, when you could be doing this instead?

“I bet you’ve been dreaming about this, Princess,” he murmured, mouth gliding down your neck.

Oh, right, because he was a complete asshat.

“Hardly.” Your teeth found his earlobe and you nibbled sharply, making him gasp. “I’m only doing this so you’ll shut the fuck up for a moment and listen to me.”

He laughed, lips vibrating against your throat, and then it was your turn to gasp as he threw you onto your back, covering your body with his own.

The solid warmth of him did nothing to cool you down as he kissed you urgently. Hands roamed everywhere. Your fingers combed through his messy hair, and you belatedly noted that the strands were in fact as smooth as satin.

Jin’s lips trailed down your chest, over your shirt, and stopped at your waist. “I don’t suppose you’d want to take this off,” he said, jerking on the hem of your top, “considering we might turn into icicles at any second.”

Scowling, you shoved him away. “Shut the fuck up and undress me.” Less talking, more action. You didn’t want to think anymore.

You just wanted to feel.

Jin complied, ridding you of your pajamas in seconds. He let out an appreciative hum when he noticed that you wore nothing underneath, hands immediately flying to your breasts, caressing them. Urging you to lie back down, his mouth closed in until he captured a nipple between his teeth.

For several heavenly minutes, no words were spoken. The only sounds in the room were the wet noises of his mouth as he suckled at your tits, lavishing both with attention, and the sighs of satisfaction that spilled from your lips.

Eventually, you broke the spell. “Jin.”

“Mmm?” he hummed around your nipple. Dark eyes gazed at you, and you clenched at the heat you recognized in them.

It was the same blaze that burned in you.

“As nice as this is, can we move things along?” Your pussy ached terribly, dying for his touch.

He snorted, pulling off your tit with a pop. “You really can’t stop and enjoy yourself for very long, can you? Always down to business.”

You would’ve argued, but as he spoke, his hand sank between your legs, finding and stroking your clit. So instead, all that came out was, “Hnnnnnghhh,” as you bucked against him.

“Maybe I need to help you, huh? Show you how to relax.” He licked a line between your breasts, down your navel, towards where his slender fingers were now sliding through your folds. “Ah, so wet. Good. You’re gonna need to be soaking for me.”

“What does that - ohhhhh.”

One long finger slipped inside, crooking, dragging against your inner wall. Your eyes slipped shut in bliss.

Only to reopen in surprise as his mouth closed around your clit.

If you’d thought his lips felt amazing against your mouth, the sensation of him kissing that tiny bud was out of this world. His finger continued to slide inside you as he licked at your slit.

“More,” you demanded breathily, hands digging into the soft sheets of his bed. He was moving too slowly for your liking - wasn’t he burning up, too?

“Patience, Princess. I have to get you ready,” he insisted, slipping a second finger inside. You tossed your head back at the intrusion.

“What the… oh… the fuck do you mean, get me ready? I’m not a fucking virgin, dumbass.”

In response, Jin removed his hand, making you whimper at the loss. He jumped off of the bed and untied the drawstring on his pajama bottoms, letting them drop to the floor.

Holy fucking shit.

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasped, staring at the biggest cock you’d ever seen. Outside of porn, at least. No wonder he was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was easy to know you could always stand on your own two feet when you a third fucking leg to back you up.

He merely grinned, lazily stroking himself as he watched your reaction. “Like I said. I have to get you ready.”

That was going inside you? Fuck. “Well, then get back here and fucking get to work!”

“As you wish, Princess.” He climbed back onto the bed, once again settling between your legs.

“Jin, enough with the damn nicknaooohhhhh.” Your snipe turned into a moan as his fingers scissored you open. A third finger joined the fray and you were lost in rapture for a moment. Even though the stretch felt unusual, the way Jin pumped his hand made your toes curl.

His other hand splayed on your stomach, holding you in place no matter how much you squirmed. He lowered his head to nibble on your thighs, making you squeak, before his tongue plunged into your core.

“I could do this all night,” he professed, grinning mischievously. His chin was slick with your wetness. The sight was incredibly obscene and incredibly arousing. “Just lie here, tasting you, making you come undone on my fingers. Would you like that?”

“Nnnnnoooo,” you groaned, knowing that the way your body reacted to his touches told a different story.

He laughed, eyes crinkling with delight, fingers never ceasing. “I don’t believe you. As a matter of fact, I think I should do just that. Make you cum again and again. Show you how to enjoy yourself.” He licked his lips. “I know I’m enjoying you, that’s for damn sure.”

Part of you wanted to lie there and make him fulfill his threatened promises. But you could see his massive dick as it slapped against his stomach, and all you wanted was to go for a ride.

“Jin.” Somehow you managed to bite back a moan long enough to speak. “Either get me off right now or fuck me.”

“Again with the orders!” He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Fine. Have it your way, Princess.”

This time, when he pulled his hand away, you didn’t whimper. You full-on wailed.

His shoulders shook with laughter as he rummaged through his suitcase, searching for a condom. “I’m just doing what you told me! See, I’m listening! Isn’t that what you wanted?”

What you wanted was to kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.

He knelt on the bed, making eye contact as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. You shuddered with anticipation, and a little apprehension. Sure, you weren’t a virgin, but none of the men you’d ever been with had been anywhere near as big as Jin.

As if he read your mind, Jin rubbed your thigh soothingly. “We’ll go slow, okay?”

You nodded.

Hovering over you, propped up on one elbow while lining himself up with the other hand, Jin dipped his head to kiss your neck. You tipped your head back, exposing more of your throat, and he took advantage of the slight distraction to slide in.

“Ohhhh.” He didn’t plunge all the way, just enough for you to feel a stretch. He wasn’t just long, he was also girthy, and the combination was intense.

“Okay?” he asked, lips tracing your ear.

“Okay.”

He kept slowly sliding in, checking in with you, until he finally bottomed out. The feeling was unbelievable.

“Still doing all right?”

“I think I can feel you in the back of my throat.”

“And yet somehow, you keep talking.”

“Hey! I - “

He silenced you with a kiss. But it was different than before. Unhurried. As if he had all the time in the world and he intended to use every second.

And then he began to move.

You felt every inch of every stroke with your entire body, nerves alight with overwhelming pleasure. He slowly fucked you, hooking one arm under your thigh and bending it back until your knee pressed into your chest, opening you up even more to him.

He hit you so deep, you saw stars. Literal bursts of light with every thrust. Your nails scraped down his back as you clung to him, nearly out of your mind as you drowned in him. Nuzzling his face in your neck, he murmured how amazing you felt, how fucking tight you were, that you were doing so well, praising you as you writhed beneath him.

“Jin, fuck,” you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.

At first, you thought he was huffing for breath, but you quickly realized he was laughing.

“What do you think I’m doing, Princess?”

“Are you seriously cracking stupid jokes right now? Making yourself laugh?!” you grunted as his hips stopped moving while he cackled. “I thought you said it’s only fun for you if others cum first? I’m not fucking cumming yet!”

“Ah, you’re right, you’re not. I guess I should do something about that.”

“No, forget it, I’ll do it myself.” Frustrated, you pushed him away. He retreated to a sitting position, back against the headboard, and you crawled into his lap.

“You wanna ride this big cock?” he cooed.

“Shut the fuck up, Jin.” Obviously, yes, that is what you wanted to do.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” He smirked wickedly, tousled hair falling into his glimmering eyes.

That. Fucking. Name.

Positioning yourself above his large cock, you stared him dead in the eye as you impaled yourself, punctuating your words with every bounce of your hips.

“I fucking told you to stop!” bounce “Calling!” bounce “Me!” bounce “PRINCESS!”

You rode him like a woman possessed, hellbent on chasing your end. He hissed as your hips rolled, and tightened his arms around you.

“What should I call you, then? Hmm?” His lips brushed against your collarbone as he traced his way back to your breasts, tongue swirling circles in your skin as you arched into his hot mouth. “My queen? Sweetheart? Baby?”

A whine escaped your lips, high and needy, at that last word. You clapped a hand over your mouth, as if you could shove it back in, but it was too late. He’d heard.

“Oh, you like that? You want me to call you baby?” He suddenly lurched forward, and you found yourself on your back again. You mewled, and his tongue ran along your neck as he pumped away.

“Okay, baby, you got it.” Over and over, he buried himself deep inside you. His hands knotted in your hair, cradling your head. He kissed you breathless, tongue diving into your mouth and tangling with your own.

He felt so good, but you didn’t want to make love, you wanted him to fuck you and make you cum so hard you forgot your own name, so once again you shoved him away, and then swiftly flipped over, rising onto your hands and knees.

“Enough sweet talk,” you spat, glancing over your shoulder. “Are you going to make me cum or what?” You wiggled your ass.

Jin growled - audibly growled - and wrapped his large hands around your hips as he sank inside you again. You groaned at the change in angle, feeling his dick kiss your cervix, and began to pant as he pounded into you.

“Is this what my baby wants? Just a good, rough fuck?” Teeth sank into your shoulder, and you muffled a scream by pressing your face into a pillow. “Huh?”

You nodded, only to jump in shock as a hand swiftly smacked your ass. “Ah!”

“Use your words, baby,” he commanded. “I know you’re not shy. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck, yes, give it to me hard,” you moaned.

He grunted, palm slapping your ass again, and you rolled your face to the side, swearing as the tempo of his rutting increased.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck!”

“You look so fucking good, all bent over for me.” Another smack landed on your cheek. “Always knew you would take this cock so well.”

“Stop talking!” you sneered, rubbing your clit furiously. “Just get me off!”

His fingers pinched your nipples and you yelped. “Still giving orders? Do I need to fuck you harder? Hold on, baby.”

There was no way he could possibly pound you any more furiously. And yet. He had you practically bouncing off the bed as he began to grunt harshly. Beyond words, all you could do was choke out strangled sobs as his hips slammed into you mercilessly.

“Is that what you need?”

“Ah! Yes!”

His strong hands flattened against your stomach, pulling you so your back was flush against his chest. He stilled for a moment, and you fought to catch your breath. You were a fucking mess, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you reclined against him, wanting more more more.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” his husky voice rumbled in your ear. “I wanna feel this sweet cunt to cum all over me. Are you ready?”

All you could do was moan.

“All right. Help me out.” He slid two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You swirled your tongue over his long digits, keening as he slowly pulled his dick out and plunged back in again, thrusting into you so deeply, your eyes rolled back into your head. He hissed as your teeth grazed the rough skin of his fingers.

His other hand slid towards your throat.

“Want me to?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded, then remembered how to speak. “Please!”

“If it’s too much, tap three times. Show me,” he rasped.

You tapped his arm once, twice, then a third time. Then you whined as his soaking fingers found your clit, rubbing the sensitive bead frantically.

Jin began to squeeze the sides of your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you dizzy. His grip held you in place as he continued to snap his hips into you, all the while never stopping the way he strummed your clit.

Your head began to spin, from the lack of oxygen combined with the intense pleasure radiating from your core, where Jin’s thick cock and stroking fingers were too much, it was all too much, and you couldn’t take it, you couldn’t -

“Let go,” he ordered you, and his hand fell away from your neck.

You inhaled, blood rushing, eyes closing, legs collapsing as you shattered into a million pieces in Jin’s arms.

White-hot pulses of sheer ecstasy rolled through you as you climaxed with a loud cry. Jin held you up with one arm as he felt your walls tighten around him, and then he was cumming, face buried in your hair as he cursed a filthy string of obscenities.

Jin released his grip on your stomach, and you dropped onto the bed, exhausted, smothering your face into the pillow. He laid on his back next to you, his arm over his eyes as his chest heaved.

“You okay, baby?” A hand reached out, gently stroking your back as you tried to steady your breathing.

Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to want to cuddle now, was he? Your mind began to clear as your high abated, and the reality of what you’d just done hit you hard.

“I hope that was good for you, Jin, because it’s never happening again.” Throwing one leg over the edge of the bed, you tried to slip out, but a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and you found yourself locked in his embrace instead.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you running off to, baby?”

You wriggled, trying to break free. How was he so strong? “I’m not running, we’re just done. And stop calling me baby. You don’t have to keep saying that, the moment’s passed.”

Jin spoke, voice a little more subdued than usual. “Right, the moment’s over. Back to business, then?”

He let go, and you rolled away. In no time, you were dressed, wrapping your comforter around yourself again. You grabbed the flashlight, and as the beam shifted, you caught sight of Jin’s face. Something you couldn’t identify shifted across it.

You blinked, and it was gone. The smooth facade was back in place as he looked at you.

“I’ll be down later. The cool air feels good right now.”

It did, but you still wanted to leave.

“Okay. We’ll save you a spot by the fire.”

A vague hum answered you as the door swung shut.

**********

You awake feeling stiff the next morning, curled in a little ball. Stretching, you extended your legs over the edge of your bed, kicking your feet.

“Ouch!”

Oh shit, right, you didn’t sleep in your bed last night.

From your makeshift bed on the couch in the sitting room, you glanced down at where Jimin was sitting, rubbing his head.

“Sorry, Park,” you apologized. Wincing slightly, you sat up. You were very sore, but there was no way to stretch that out.

Jungkook was sprawled on the other couch, with Taehyung splayed on the floor below. Both were snoring lightly. You assumed Yoongi and Hobi were in their bedroom, since it had a fireplace of its own.

And there was Jin, curled up on the floor behind the couch.

You watched him sleep, contemplating. What if you hadn’t run away last night? Would it really have been so bad to wake up in those arms?

“Good morning,” Hobi called out as he entered the room. You put a finger to your mouth, pointing to the men still sleeping. He ducked his head slightly, and beckoned for you to follow him, pantomiming drinking to let you know there was coffee.

Wrapping yourself in your comforter like a human burrito, you wandered into the dining room, Jimin trailing close behind. There were already cinnamon rolls on the table, steaming hot, and mugs waiting for coffee.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but the electricity came back during the night,” Yoongi said, carrying a pot of coffee out of the kitchen.

That explained why you felt so warm in your blanket. The heat was on.

“And in other good news…” Hobi pointed at the window.

“It stopped snowing!” you cheered. You grabbed your mug to peek out the window. The snow was piled so high. There was probably no point in even bothering to ask about a plow coming, but you felt compelled to anyway. “We’re still not going anywhere today, are we?”

Hobi shook his head. “I’m sorry. I hate to say it, but I think you’re going to be stuck here a while longer.”

“So the concert is probably off,” Jimin said, pouring some sugar into his coffee.

You nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

“The concert’s off?” Jungkook asked as he stumbled into the room, yawning.

“Yeah. Concert’s off, power’s on, snow’s stopped. Have some coffee,” Jimin replied.

Before long, Taehyung wandered in, hair impressively fluffy from his slumber, and then Jin, once again clad in his full pajama set, taking the seat next to you. Word about the concert rippled around the table as Yoongi set out another ridiculous breakfast.

You tore into a second cinnamon roll, again lamenting that eventually you’d have to leave this place and Yoongi’s amazing meals behind, and were about to ask Hobi how he and Yoongi met when Jin cleared his throat.

“Hey.” He bent towards you, voice hushed. “Can we talk about last night?”

You stared at him, horrified. He wanted to talk about what you’d done, here? At the breakfast table? In front of everyone and your cinnamon roll?

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you whispered, sipping your coffee.

“Really?” Jin shot you a look. “You have no comment about what we did? Not even the way I choked you until you came on my big dick?”

Coffee shot into your nose as you inhaled sharply at his words. Hobi reached over and patted you on the back, trying to help you clear your lungs. You glared at Jin as you recovered.

“Watch what you say!” you hissed. “This isn’t the place or time!” You also wanted to ask if he was incapable of referring to his own dick without commenting on the size, but really didn’t want to be overheard.

“So where and when, then?”

“Nowhere and never!” Tossing your napkin on the table, you abruptly stood. “I’m going to go shower,” you announced to the table, and quickly strode away before Jin could respond, dragging your blanket behind you like a fuzzy tail.

**********

Minutes after you’d retreated to the safety of your room, you lay on your bed, wrapped once again in your comforter. You knew you should shower, but you didn’t want to move. What you wanted, actually, was to become one with the bed. Just transform into a non-sentient pile of fluff and live out the rest of your days without having to think at all.

A knock came at the door. Jin called out your name. “Come on. Let me in.”

“Go away!” you shouted, fuming. “Can’t you take a hint? I don’t want to talk!”

“Fine. Then we won’t talk. Just open up.”

What the fuck did that mean? You opened the door to find him reclining against the doorframe on the other side.

Why was he always leaning over you? Staring down at you with those big brown eyes, those long lashes, that pretty pink mouth.

Fuck.

Yanking him by the collar of his shirt, you pulled him inside your room, slamming the door shut. He reacted lightning fast, spinning you around and pinning you against the door.

You glowered up at him, angry that he wouldn’t leave you alone. Angry at yourself for not wanting him to. Daring him silently to make the first move, because you’d be damned if you would.

He did.

Lips. On your mouth, your cheek, your ear. Like he was marking territory, claiming every inch of skin available. Sliding the neck of your pajama top over so he could kiss your collarbone, your shoulder.

“You don’t want to talk?” he huffed in the crook of your neck. “Fine. I can be quiet.” He lifted his head, lust blazing in his eyes. “But can you?”

His hand suddenly cupped between your legs, grinding his palm against your core. You keened at the friction. “Fuuuuck, Jin!”

“Shhhh,” he murmured, dropping to his knees. “No talking.”

He tugged your pajama bottoms to the ground. His hands roamed over your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart, goosebumps spreading over your skin at his touch.

“Jin,” you moaned, letting him move you as he wished. “I haven’t even showered since… since…”

“Since what?” he inquired, looking up at you. “Since we fucked? Do you want to talk about it?”

No, you didn’t want to. You shook your head.

“All right, then we’re not talking, period. So try to keep it quiet from now on.”

Your first instinct was to snap back, inform him that he of all people was in no position to tell you what to do.

Except, he was actually in the perfect position, kneeling below, gazing up at you with a dark look full of wicked promise.

Fuck, you’d do anything he wanted if he kept looking at you like that.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” One finger slid through your slick folds, grazing your clit. You whimpered, then immediately covered your mouth with your hand. “That’s better. Keep that hand there. Now, no more words,” Jin husked, and then suddenly his mouth was on your cunt.

The sounds his tongue made as he lapped at your wet heat were sinful, especially coupled with the tiny moans that escaped his hot mouth as he worked you over. You bit into your palm, trying your damnedest not to say a word.

But all you wanted to do was sing his praises as he worshipped you with his tongue.

You threaded your fingers through his glossy hair, tugging slightly, and he responded by groaning into your slit. The vibrations sent chills through you, and you repeated the action, pleased at how he moaned again.

One of his large hands wrapped around your ankle and pulled your leg up, letting it rest on his shoulder. You teetered slightly, a small gasp spilling out, but you managed to keep from yelping his name in surprise. His hands slid around to grab your ass, kneading the flesh as he made sure you were secured against him.

You released your palm, rubbing it with your other hand, trying to soothe the teeth marks you’d left in your own skin. His tongue danced over your clit, making your hips buck into his face.

You were doing just fine until he slipped two fingers inside and began to stroke.

“Jinnnnn,” you whined, hips jerking again.

He drew away, mouth and fingers abandoning you, and you looked down at him in horror.

“That sounded like a word,” he tutted, shaking his head. “I thought I told you not to speak?” He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms, as your leg dropped from his shoulder.

“I - I’m sorry,” you stammered, pussy absolutely throbbing. He wasn’t just going to leave you like this, was he? A half naked mess, literally quivering with need?

Did he want you to beg? You bristled at the thought... but fuck, you wanted to cum on his face more than anything. Who needs dignity when you have a man with a tongue like that?

He sighed. “Maybe I need to keep that mouth busy, huh?”

You nodded vigorously. Whatever it took to get those lips back on you.

He chuckled. “Okay, baby, let me help.” Standing, he slipped his hands down your thighs and lifted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, again fighting the urge to shout. He pressed you into the door, and covered your mouth with his own.

You felt delirious, humming into his kiss, bucking your hips against his hard cock as it rubbed against your core. How did he feel this good? This was Seokjin Motherfucking Kim! The most annoying man on the face of the planet!

He spun, carrying you to the bed, and set you gently on the edge. Then he stripped off his clothes, slowly, top first, then his pants, giving you an eyeful of his taut muscles and that giant cock again. Fuck, your mouth was practically watering as he stepped up to the bed, and…

...wait…

“Uh, you don’t expect me to fit that whole thing in my mouth, do you?” you yelped, wide-eyed.

“Yah, come on!” Jin stopped his seductive approach and put his hands on his hips. “I’m trying to set a mood here!” He sulkily pulled his pajama pants back on, then flopped onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

Just like that, the moment was over.

“Well, sorry I ruined it,” you muttered, curling your legs under you. “It’s probably for the best, anyway. We don’t need to make any more mistakes.” A tiny feather lay on the bed, having escaped from the comforter, and you fiddled with it as you spoke.

“Is that what last night was to you? A mistake?”

You met his gaze. Fuck, did he have to look at you so earnestly? Where was that cocky expression of his that you loathed so much when you needed it?

“It was… a release. I think we just needed a good hate fuck to get it out of our systems so we can move on and finish the job.” You spun the feather in your hand, snorting. “If there’s even a job left for us at this point.”

“A hate fuck. I see.” Jin muttered softly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. I may or may not answer, but you can definitely ask.”

He frowned. “When did you start hating me?”

You tilted your head. “Jin, I - “

“Is it because I call you Princess?”

Snorting, you made a face. “No, but that certainly doesn’t help.”

“Then it must be Nevamind. Right?”

Just hearing the name made you grit your teeth. You could deny it, but why bother? The truth wouldn’t be any more revealing than all the things you’d done last night. “Yeah, I was pissed when you got that job. But I’m over it now,” you lied.

“Do you want to know what really happened?”

“I know what happened. You charmed your way into the job.”

“Nevamind choose you.”

Your head snapped up. “What? Then why… how…?”

“Sejin came to see me after their meeting. He said Nevamind had picked you. But he also made some rather specific comments about how exactly he wanted your partnership to happen.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Comments like…”

“Like the exact positions he wanted you to, uh, work in. The jobs he wanted you to give. Do you understand what - “

“Yes, Jin, he wanted to fuck me, I get it!”

“Sejin said he was overruling the guy’s decision and assigning him to me. That’s why I got the job. Because there was no danger of him hitting on me.”

You leaned back against the headboard, contemplating his words. Obviously you’d always known that the job should have been yours, so finding out that it actually had been yours, for a whole five minutes, wasn’t as much of a shock as it could’ve been. But your anger flared at having been treated like you couldn’t handle the situation yourself.

Jin fluffed up your pile of pillows, lying on his side as he watched you digest everything.

“Was Sejin worried that Nevamind would attack me? Or did he think that I would sleep with a client?”

Jin laughed, a tired sound devoid of any joy. Or honking. “Neither. He was afraid of a lawsuit.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. He thought that if either scenario went down, one or both of you would end up suing the company, and he wanted to avoid that completely. He wasn’t worried about you - he just didn’t want you to get litigious.” He bitterly spat out the last sentence, as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth. “He said that me being Nevamind’s manager was less of a “statistical risk” to Beyond the Sound than you.”

What. The. Fuck.

You’d given your everything to Beyond the Sound in the last year, sacrificing your time, energy, and even personal relationships, all to make yourself the ideal employee and show your devotion to the company. Meanwhile, Sejin considered you a “statistical risk”? Holy shit, you were literally just a number to them.

Just like Euphoria.

Jin went on. “When Sejin told me all this, I realized nothing we do really matters to the company as long as we don’t hurt their bottom line. There was no reason to do anything other than bide my time, make some money, and build up my contacts, so that one day I can walk out of there and start my own management firm.”

“You want to open your own firm?” That was surprising. He’d never struck you as the type to have such big dreams.

“Yeah. Someday.” He pursed his lips, looking angry. “I should’ve done more. Should’ve told Sejin to shove it, that he had no right to treat his employees this way. To treat you like you were a liability instead of a person. That’s why I try so hard to make sure our clients are treated well, at least. That’s the one area where I do give a fuck.”

You believed him.

And you weren’t sure you could blame him for taking the job with Nevamind. Wouldn’t you have done the same in his shoes?

Of course you would’ve. Because you would’ve done anything to win. Even if the trophy turned out to be made of fool’s gold in the end.

Your head spun, mind reeling from everything he said. Absorbing all this info left you feeling drained. Completely defeated. You slid down the pillows, rolling onto your side to face Jin, but closed your eyes as you sighed despondently.

Gentle fingers glided lightly over your hair. You peeked through your lashes at Jin, who was watching you with concern.

“Sorry,” he muttered, lowering his hand, but you quickly grabbed it.

“Please don’t stop,” you quietly pleaded.

Instead, he pulled you into his arms.

Vulnerability wasn’t really your thing. A lifetime of fighting for what you wanted taught you to keep your guard up at all times. But lying there, your head on his broad chest, feeling so safe and warm, you felt your defenses start to slip. Jin began to stroke your hair again, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed at the tenderness, begrudgingly acknowledging that it was… nice.

Really nice. You could get used to it.

“Still hate me?”

His pecs muffled the sound of your laughter. “Not as much as before.”

He snorted. “I appreciate your honesty.”

Lifting your head, you frowned. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about any of this?”

“Would you have listened?”

He had you there. “I mean, maybe not at first, but eventually. Probably. I think.”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, the reason they picked me over you is because they knew Nevamind wouldn’t try to sleep with me’?”

“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.” You paused. “But also, if he didn’t want to fuck you, that was definitely his loss.”

Jin stared at you. “Are you cracking jokes? In the middle of my serious confession?”

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me,” you quipped, grinning as he suddenly lunged at you, capturing your mouth with his. Too soon, he drew back, and you actually whimpered, making him smirk and kiss you again. But eventually, you needed air, and parted. “Do you still hate me?”

“Never did.” He traced a finger along your cheek. “I’ve always had a thing for you.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped your chin on his chest.

“Uh-huh. What’s not to like? You’re sexy, smart, confident, and a killer manager even if you get a little too focused on your work sometimes…” he trailed off, squeaky laughter filling the room as you shot him a nasty look. “I thought you knew, honestly.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe because I’ve been flirting with you for a whole year?”

“Wait, that was flirting?!”

It was his turn to glare as you giggled. He nipped at your bottom lip in retaliation, and you yelped. More making out ensued, to your utter delight, before he rolled you onto your side with a sigh.

“I bet they’ll have our desks packed up and cleared out by the time we return to the office, since we’ll no longer be employed by the time we get there.”

Ah, fuck, right. Since the concert wasn’t happening, Sejin was likely to follow through on his threat of termination. More than likely. He’d basically told the both of you that you’d be out on your asses if the album tanked, and with all the canceled events this week, you didn’t have high hopes that it’d do well.

“Fuck, this sucks,” you swore. “We’ll be unemployed and the poor band will have another flop on their hands. Beyond the Sound will probably punish them for that with another terrible genre mash-up for the next album, like polka rap or something.” You shuddered at the thought. “It’s too bad we couldn’t have pulled it off. Even though you would’ve lost that promotion to me.”

Jin’s eyes bugged out. “How many times do I have to tell you, that promotion w- “

You cut him off with a kiss, laughing against his mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close again. A few minutes later, you pushed him away as he blinked in surprise.

“Why are you pushing - “

“Shhhh!” You flapped your hand, shushing him, lost in thought. “I have an idea.”

**********

“Is everything all set up?” you asked Jungkook as he dashed past you.

He halted, nodding. “Yeah, we’re almost ready.” He tugged at the collar of his sweater, an eyesore of a Christmas tree with shimmering LED lights and the words “Let’s Get Lit” embroidered across his chest.

“Fantastic. Is there anything you guys need from me?”

“Not at the moment, noona, thanks.” With a nod, he continued on his path, as Hobi exited the library.

“How’s it going in there?” you asked.

“Great! It’s coming along. Yoongi is going to bring us some snacks while we enjoy the show.” As Hobi spoke, Yoongi hustled by, carrying a tray loaded with cookies. You snagged a sugar cookie as he passed.

“Hobi, I’m really going to miss it here. The service is top notch. And these ugly sweaters are incredible! You have quite the collection,” you raved.

If you were a weaker woman, you would’ve wilted under the look Hobi shot you. “You think these atrocities are mine? Oh no no no. They all belong to Yoongi.”

Your eyes widened in glee. “Oh, that’s even better.”

Jin came bouncing down the stairs, a happy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but grin back, for a second, before you composed yourself. He stopped short at the bottom of the staircase, staring at you as your host wandered off.

“What the hell?” Jin pouted. “I’m offended, you look great in this ugly Christmas sweater. This is a scam.”

“Oh, because only you’re allowed to look great in one?” He was, indeed, pulling off the ridiculous “Resting Grinch Face” sweater he wore, despite the blindingly bright green and red colors - but he was Seokjin Motherfucking Kim, after all. It was a little snug on him, given that he was taller and broader than Yoongi, but if anything that just made him even hotter.

Neither of you had to wear the ugly sweaters you’d borrowed from your hosts, but you’d decided to do so out of solidarity for the band members. And also maybe you were kinda getting into the spirit of things. Just a little.

“No one is supposed to look good in these! That’s the whole point, they’re ugly!” He paused. “But you think I look good?”

“Fuck off, you know you’re handsome and look amazing even in the dumbest of sweaters.”

He grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. It’s impressive how sexy you make that hideous thing look.” He reached out and honked the fuzzy moose nose that jutted out of your sweater, which bore the words ‘Merry Christmoose!’

How were you supposed to act like a professional when Jin was making you giggle like a fool? All you wanted to do was pull him into a darkened corner and kiss him senseless.

But you had work to do. So you settled for gifting him a tiny peck on the cheek.

He held his hand to where your lips had landed. “Careful!” he gasped, sounding scandalized. “Someone might have seen that.”

You rolled your eyes. “ Okay, I’m already regretting this.”

“This what?” He followed you down the hall. “This, like you and me? Are we a thing?”

“The more you talk, the less we are,” you sang, unable to hide the laughter in your voice.

Before you crossed into the library, Jin grabbed your arm, spinning you around and into his embrace, stealing your breath away with his lips. You let yourself melt for a second, two, ten, before breaking away.

“Ahem.”

To your surprise, Yoongi was standing in the hallway, a wide grin on his face. “I just wanted to know if you’d like some peppermint schnapps in your hot cocoa again?”

So much for keeping things secret. Not that it really mattered, considering Yoongi wasn’t much of a talker. But you didn’t want to answer questions or have to put labels on whatever you and Jin were. Right now, all you wanted to do was see your idea through. Anything else could wait.

And yet it made you happy to think that maybe there could be something. Ugh, you were getting so soft, so fast. Better keep an eye on that.

“That’d be great, thanks,” Jin replied smoothly, hands still on your hips.

“Sure,” you croaked out. You didn’t normally drink while working, but fuck it. Tis the season, after all.

In the library, Taehyung sat at the piano while Jimin perched on a stool in front of the baby grand, tuning an acoustic guitar. Thankfully, Yoongi had a guitar on hand that Jimin could borrow.

Meanwhile, Jungkook played around with an electronic drum kit that he’d brought with him, fine tuning the settings. Jin and Hobi were futzing with the tripod, searching for the perfect spot to set up the camera.

Because damn it, the show must go on.

Sure, the in-person concert had to be cancelled. But that didn’t mean Euphoria couldn’t perform. All they needed were a few instruments and a camera to livestream it all.

Unfortunately, the tech crew who were supposed to stream the concert at the venue were also snowed in at their hotel, but a simple phone would do for the stripped-down concert you were imagining.

(As long as the Blitzen Inn’s internet didn’t conk out in the middle of streaming.)

This wasn’t about your job anymore. Fuck Beyond the Sound. This was about Euphoria, and letting the band show that they didn’t need weird gimmicks or wild concepts to sell albums - all they needed was the chance to shine. Just the three of them and a (mostly) acoustic set of holiday classics. The band was thrilled with your idea, and it made you happy to see them so happy.

Ugh. You were turning into a marshmallow.

The ugly Christmas sweaters had been Hobi’s suggestion, after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you hadn’t had the chance to buy them a proper holiday concert wardrobe. Jimin’s gingerbread man sweater read “I’m Baked” above the cookie’s visage, while Taehyung’s “Prosecc-ho-ho-ho” with a tipsy Santa Claus looked surprisingly chic - something you ascribed to the wearer and not the sweater itself.

The other furniture in the room had been pushed back so only the band and the fireplace would be in the shot. You stood behind the couch, watching Hobi adjust the phone being used for the recording. “Hobi, you don’t mind manning the camera for this?”

“You mean, do I mind turning the video on and clicking “record”? No, I don’t mind at all,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just happy to help! This is such a wonderful idea - a cozy little concert experience.”

“Yeah, we came up with a great plan, huh?” Jin piped up, sneaking up on your side. You felt the ghost of a hand brush down your back and fought to keep your face straight.

“What is this ‘we’? This was my idea!” you retorted, but failed to keep from smiling as you said it. Yoongi brought you both a mug of cocoa, then sank onto the couch for a front row seat.

“It’s about time,” Jin glanced at his watch. “You guys ready?”

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook chirped.

The fireplace crackled in the background as Hobi cued Jimin. The lead singer smiled at the camera, greeting the audience. “Good evening and happy holidays! Euphoria had to cancel our concert, thanks to a little snow. But we didn’t want to let all our fans down. We hope you don’t mind that it’s just the three of us tonight, and some of our favorite songs. Grab your cocoa, settle around the fireplace, and celebrate with us, as we bring you a little holiday cheer.”

He strummed his guitar, launching into a gorgeous rendition of “Winter Wonderland.” As the music swelled, Hobi and Yoongi relaxed on the couch, hand in hand. Humming along quietly, careful not to end up on the recording, you felt Jin’s hand gently wrap around your waist. Leaning against his side, feeling content, you decided to let go of your worries and enjoy the moment - the beautiful music, the cheerful atmosphere, and the gorgeous man by your side.

Jin dipped his head, mouth brushing your ear as he murmured, “You pulled it off, baby. Congrats.”

“I did, didn’t I?” you whispered, peering up at him, smirking. “I guess you deserve some credit, too. Why don’t you claim… 25%?”

“So generous,” he smiled, bending to sweep his lips against yours. “I’ll be sure to thank you when I get that promotion.”

His kiss silenced your protests as the band played on.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Your eleven am appointment is here, ma’am,” your assistant’s voice filtered through the speaker as she buzzed you.

“Thank you, Seulgi. Go ahead and get them settled in the conference room and I’ll be right in.”

You stood and began gathering everything you would need for your meeting, just as Jin entered your office without knocking.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, but how many times do I have to tell you to knock?” You frowned.

He grinned, crossing the room to tower over you. “Why, what might I see? You in a compromising situation with the boss?” His hand stroked your hip as he stepped closer. “Oh wait, that’s me.” “We’re partners. Stop trying to get me to call you my boss.”

After the success of the livestream, Euphoria’s holiday album shot straight to the top of the charts. You’d ended up having to stay an extra day in Christmas, until everything was plowed and it was safe to travel again. When you finally returned to your office, Sejin welcomed you and Jin with open arms, thrilled at how you’d helped shepherd Euphoria back to the number one spot. He’d then offered the promotion to you, stating he’d heard that the livestream had been your brilliant idea.

And you had promptly turned him down, putting in your two week notice.

Jin also quit, and together you established your own management firm, Worldwide Sound. Normally, making such a big leap would’ve taken a lot more time and effort, but you had an ace up your sleeves, signing a major band on your first day of business - Euphoria. Thanks to a savvy lawyer contact of Jin’s, the band got out of their horrific contract with Beyond the Sound and happily joined your firm as your first clients.

As much as the old you would’ve hated to admit it, you and Jin made a pretty great team. With your business expertise and his interpersonal skills, you were making a name for yourselves in the industry, all while making sure your clients knew that they were your number one priority.

Jin delicately removed all your belongings from your grasp, setting them back on your desk as he slid his arms around you. “You didn’t have any problems calling me ‘boss’ last night,” he purred as he tilted his mouth to slot against yours.

You allowed him to kiss you for exactly five seconds before you pushed him away lightly. “Okay, first of all, role playing does not count, and secondly, what happened to us not discussing our private life at work?” But there was no anger behind your words, just an unceasing fondness for your boyfriend as he gazed at you with a soft smile.

“You’re right, you’re right. Oh, but I did finalize our travel plans for Christmas, so we’re all set for this weekend.”

“Oh, good! I can’t wait to see Hobi and Yoongi again.” What better place to celebrate nearly a year of bliss with your boyfriend than at the little bed and breakfast that brought you together?

“Me too. Now come on, back to business, baby.”

You gave him a look.

“Sorry. Partner.” He held the door open for you, but you paused in the doorway to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“That’s better. But if you play your cards right and help me sign this deal,” you murmured, “tonight you can call me boss.”

“Yes, ma'am!”

© 2021 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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borderlines I ⤑ ksj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝years after your confession to seokjin was rejected, you both are in line to take over your family’s respective businesses. despite being his brother’s best friend, seokjin has heard neither hide nor hair from you, nor has he made any substantial progress in his romantic life after a failed engagement. when his family suggests an arranged marriage, he agrees it is for the best. when they suggest he marry you, well, that’s when things get interesting.〞best friend’s brother au. betrothal au. arranged engagement au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: ceo!seokjin x ceo!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ∝ fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 28k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!seokjin, big cock!seokjin, possessive!seokjin, bratty sub!reader, making out, heavy petting, teasing, marking, scratching, biting, grinding, breast/nipple play, dirty talk, degradation, light humiliation, wet and messy, praise, begging, praise, fingering, handjob, edging, orgasm control,  male masturbation, cumshot

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: SCREAM FINALLY PART FUCKING ONE !!! i was SUPPOSED to post as a oneshot but honestly this fic is way too big to do that 😭 either way!! I hope you enjoy this!!

⤑ Part I | Part II ⇥ coming soon

⏤ edited by the wonderful @guktro​ / beta read by the lovely @yeoldontknow​, @nightshadevinter​, @jeonsjiddies​, @inthecrescentmoonight​ and @sunshinekims​

“Um… I- I l-like you,” you mumble out with a stammer, your eyes are downcast and fixated onto the marble flooring as you shuffle from foot to foot. However, the moment you utter the words, Seokjin’s eyes widen.

At the age of twenty-one - and soon nearing twenty-two - the last thing Seokjin had anticipated, was spending one of his few days off from university at the eighteenth birthday celebration of his younger brother’s best friend. Realistically, he only attended out of obligation: you’re the only daughter and heir of the Seo Group, while he’s the oldest heir to the Kim Empire. The two different conglomerations ran two completely different businesses, with the Seo Group focusing on the global hospitality industry, while the Kim Empire had a monopoly on the global aviation industry. Despite their differences, however, the two went hand in hand. After all, most people flying abroad would need to stay at some sort of hotel or lodging.

Thus, unlike his younger brother, Kim Taehyung - who attended the party in order to celebrate his best friend’s birthday - Seokjin had only shown up in order to network and form contacts for business. Especially since, in spite of this being your birthday, it was still a lavish affair with various different affluential families, and business partners attending. That had been his sole purpose for attending. In fact, if it was anyone else, or any other event, he’d skip it in order to spend time with his friends. However, soon, he’d inherit the presidency of the main company from his mother, and then eventually, the entire empire from the chairman, and his grandfather. 

Nonetheless, the last thing he anticipated, was this.

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the ex not missed (m) | ksj

❄ title: the ex not missed (m)  ❄ pairing: seokjin x reader(f) ❄ genre/rating: 18+ ; angst, humor, fluff, smut ; romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au, fake dating au ❄ word count: 26.9k!! ❄ synopsis: everything was going according to plan: the promotion landed in your lap, your boyfriend was taking you on a dinner date, and you already had a fancy lodge booked to celebrate the proposal you assumed was coming. except the so-called proposal was a breakup, there were extreme cancellation fees for the resort, and your boss wouldn’t let you work because you hadn’t taken a break in months. at least that gave you an excuse to mope in solitude for a week… because nothing else could go wrong, right? (lightly based on christmas getaway (2017)) ❄ warnings: bad holiday puns and jokes (including the title), explicit language, alcohol, embarrassing moments lol, angst, post-breakup talks, dom!jin, switch!reader, fingering, penetration, seokjin is so considerate and attentive i’m sick, breast play, denied orgasms, light slapping, protective sex, slight choking, crying, oral (m/f rec), did i mention horrible holiday jokes?  ❄ publish date: july 17th, 8pm EST ❄ notes: this is a gift for the hoeliday well spent package of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo! the holidays are rolling in a little bit early, so i hope you’re ready to settle down with a warm throw and a comforting mug. thank you endlessly to @kookdiaries​ for the banner and dividers for us all<3 also, this is broken up into days, so you can use them as chapters and go back to them if you need to! ❄ taglist: listed under the cut!

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Sender: Rocky Mountain Lodges

Subject: Your Yuletide Getaway is Just Around the Corner! 

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Subject: Confirm When Your Sleigh Arrives! 

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Subject: [Inquiry Response] Cancellation Fees Enclosed 

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;of the sol (m)

A runaway, you’re not accustomed to the way the kind village that took you in live their life—worshipping and celebrating the dragons’ descendants. A story you only ever thought was legend, is that of real life, and you’ve fallen in love with one of this century’s dragon kin. The baker’s son, Kim Seokjin.

;or alternatively, Seokjin is hiding a gold dragon dick under all that clothing…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; (loose) yona of the dawn au, dragon! seokjin, blonde! seokjin, smut; first time, lots of romance, lots of fluff, ……a dragon dick…… (pls give it a chance) words; 13,359

Inspired and semi-based around Yona of the Dawn. (if you have time, I really recommend the anime/manga, it’s amazing!)

⤑ read over on ao3 here

author’s note; can you believe it’s finally here? I could cry happy tears, seeing as this was an idea of mine I had since early February. Their love story was daunting to write because of all the fluff…and well…the dragon dick… The concept sounds a little crazy, but it truly is the sweetest, most romantic thing i’ve ever written, and i’m so happy with it! p.s. I really wanted to link a pic of his ahem… 🐲🍆but I really don’t want to risk this story being flagged anyway haha, so if you’re curious, please message me and i’ll try to attach the pic! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy ~

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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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champagne & sunshine ⤑ knj + ksj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a honeymoon in the maldives, champagne, and your two newlywed husbands and mates - what more could you ask for? 〞honeymoon vacation au. established relationship au. hybrid au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: wolf hybrid!namjoon x human!reader x wolf hybrid!seokjin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 15k yeehaw

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of aclohol, consumption alcohol during sex (they can still consent), dom!namjoon, dom!seokjin, big cock!namjoon, big cock!seokjin, sub!Reader, public sex, exhibitionism, panty sniffing, panty licking, teasing, dirty talk, food play? Seokjin and Namjoon lick/drink champagne off of her body but idk if that counts as food play lmfao, degradation, breast/nipple play, messy sex, brief male masturbation, blowjob, praise, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding, fingering, face fucking, throat fucking, throat bulge, choking/gagging on cock, squirting, cum eating, overstimulation, manhandling, grinding, marking, biting, pain kink, fisting (on god), spitting, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, slight cum sharing, slight spanking, unprotected sex, riding, scratching, voyeurism, rough sex, breeding kink, slightly? doggy style, double vaginal penetration, deep dicking, belly bulge, double knotting (on god), cervix penetration (on g o d), double creampie, all things are better in twos especially when the two are namjin, cum inflation

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: SCREAM HELLO IM BACK ! AND WITH A BANG NO LESS! IS THIS MY BEST WORK? PROBABLY NOT BECAUSE IM A LITTLE RUSTY BUT ON GOD I HOPE YOU ENJOY SINNING WITH ME

➵ Written for the @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Boardwalk project

⏤ thank you to my love @yeoldontknow​ for reading this and constantly giving me praise - letting me know it’s good and keeping me motivated to write this; without you i probably would have given up lmfao

Champagne glass in hand, you lay on the cabana - basking in the early evening sunlight that filters through chiffon curtains - while taking in the sights. Coral lagoons of pale verdigris surround you: the gentle waves of the ocean tide drifting over crystalline waters - so transparent that you can easily see the sand bed, and the vibrant marine life that brims within. Currently, you find yourself on one Kandolhu: one of the many atolls that make up the Maldives archipelago. Palm trees fringe the boundary of the private island; the foliage quietly rustling behind you as long leaves of vibrant viridian sway in the soft gales that breeze through the air.

In the far distance, you can make out the clustered silhouettes of the resort villas that you and your husbands had booked for your honeymoon - the little bungalows making their home out on the shallow seas. Usually, by now, you’d be in the comfort of your cool holiday home, laying on the plush mattress and taking your late afternoon nap. However, today, your newlywed husbands and mates, had decided that they’d wanted to go snorkeling in the nearby coral reefs: Namjoon more than excited at the prospect of finding some crabs.

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ribbons | pjm & jjk

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 your boyfriend, jimin, arranges the best birthday present you could have ever asked for 〞established relationship au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader x jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 11k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public fingering, jungkook eating pussy like a champ in the back of a car, light bondage, dirty talk, dom! Jungkook, dom! Jimin, sub! Reader, use of sex toys, wax play, orgasm control, jimin being a freaky little voyeur, male masturbation, orgasm denial, pussy eating, squirting, cum eating, reader being punished with a hard spanking from the muscle bun, reader with a pain kink, praise, penetrative sex, handjob, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation kink, sloppy seconds, cum play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, soft jikook aftercare

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: those warnings,,,, 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,,, but anyway i’m still on writing hiatus until may 22nd cause of exams BUT!!!! it was my best friend and president of jikook nation @devotedpark‘s birthday yesterday (may the 4th be with u bitch) and so i wrote this for her as a birthday present! happy birthday bitch, i love u

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Dusk slowly approached as you wandered through the streets of soul, your heels clicking against the concrete of the pavement. The sky was tinged a beautiful dusky pink, blending in with a darker purple as the sun slowly set behind Seoul’s skyline. The spring air was slightly crisp, the surface of your skin prickling with goosebumps and you pulled your coat closer to your body. You were currently on your way towards Ossu Seiromushi, Seokjin’s newly opened restaurant. You had no idea what had been planned for you today; all you knew was that your amazingly thoughtful boyfriend, Park Jimin, had delivered a gorgeous bouquet of dark velvet red and pale champagne roses to your house today along with a note that said to ‘dress nice’ and meet him at Seokjin’s restaurant at precisely eight o’clock.

You had no idea why he’d said precisely eight o’clock. You see, after four and a half years, you knew your boyfriend and you knew him very well. Well enough to know, he’d be at least ten minutes late. And you weren’t wrong, it was currently five minutes to eight and he had just texted you to let you know he’d been delayed by fifteen minutes. And that was the exact reason you were currently wandering through the streets of Seoul, walking at your own pace. You were currently by the outskirts of Seokchon lake, strolling under a grove of cherry blossom trees, showers of blush pink petals scattering in the wind every time the trees rustled.

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a lullaby on canvas | ksj [m]

✧ pairing; seokjin x reader ✧ genre; neighbour au, siren au, artist au, fluff, smut ✧ words; 15k ✧ rating; m ✧ warnings; explicit sexual content; oral (receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial/control, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, marking/hickeys, minor siphoning of energy, pet names, uh I feel like there’s more but I suppose I’ll remember later! ✧ notes; happy birthday seokjin!!! also behold, my emerging coughchokingcough kink that is probably spawning thanks to a certain SOMEONES *narrows eyes at half the crack chat*

Your neighbour, as far as you knew, was mute. You weren’t sure what exactly had happened, but you figured that perhaps it contributed to the stunning works he created with paints and clay. You were curious, and that curiosity led you to grow closer – but perhaps, in growing closer and getting to know him, you were getting a little in over your head.

posted; 04.12.2018

gif source: @sweaterpawsjimin (I’ll link to the excact post in a rb)

It was with a sigh that you allowed your head to fall back with a soft thump against the headrest, the hum of your car’s engine fading as it cooled and drew to a halt. Now that the air-conditioner was off, it was quickly beginning to grow stuffy inside the cabin, yet still you remained in place a moment longer. You’d just finished a particularly long day at work and needed a few moments to collect yourself before you emerged from this safe little haven to face the world once more.

You loved your job, you really did, but some days… some days it was particularly draining. Childcare in itself was an oft underpaid industry, especially considering the hard work and hours required, but when the children were having a bad day, it usually didn’t mean well for you as staff either. There were a few children that attended the centre where you worked, endearing triplets with chocolate hair and big green eyes from a lovely wolf couple, and most of the time they spent the day attached to you by the hip. Today, however, the pups had arrived in a mood, and had retained it throughout the whole day—and when you were dealing with toddlers, that usually spelt trouble, and a lot of tears and tantrums. So after such a day, you were understandably exhausted, and had only managed to make it through your shift thanks to the promise of last night’s leftovers waiting for you in the fridge.

Chicken noodle soup, with rich flavouring and hearty chunks of meat… god, your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

Letting out another huff, you grasped your bag and eased open the car door; you didn’t bother attempting to hide the groan that escaped you since the basement floor of your apartment building was practically empty anyway. Even so, you weren’t a fan of the way the sound echoed.

You managed to take a few steps before the loud THUD of a car door shutting broke through the air, bouncing heavily off the concrete walls, and making you jump about five feet in the air from fright as it alerted you that you weren’t the only person down there like you thought. You were too startled to swear, whipping around with wide eyes only to falter and flush slightly as you caught sight of the basement’s only other current resident.

Kim Seokjin, the man who occupied the apartment right next to yours, was standing by the boot of his sleek black car in all his glory, perhaps a dozen or so bags settled at his feet. You caught the huff as it left his mouth, watching as he bent and began gathering bags in each hand. His dusty rose locks were tousled, similar to how you imagined they would be after a trip to the beach ruffled by the breeze, and his smooth, honeyed skin contrasted nicely with the thin, white material of his shirt as it stretched over his broad shoulders and back. A flush of heat washed over you as it usually did whenever you came within close proximity of him, knees wobbling slightly. You cursed this schoolgirl reaction as always, but couldn’t help it—not when he always looked so good and had such an air about him that drew you in so completely.

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▶ 2. adoration [ m ]

▶   Genre: Smut. (Werewolf!BTS) ▶   Description: It’s possibly the worst time to forget to lock the doors; Namjoon’s in heat. ▶   Word count: 7,099.  ▶   Author’s note: WHAT HAVE I JUST WRITTEN.

Jin taps his foot impatiently, his eyes simultaneously jumping from the clock and then back down to his younger, Jungkook.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, reaching for Jin’s arm before pulling away in fear he might jump if he were to touch him. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Jin responds with a deadly glare over in Jungkook’s direction, his fists balled up, just about ready to strike.

“She’s probably just working a little late or something,” Yoongi adds, really paying no attention to the elder besides him.

“I’ve never seen you get like this, hyung.” Taehyung chuckles, flipping over onto his back to relieve some of the discomfort brought on by laying on his front.

Jin scans the room again, noticing that the other two boys, Hoseok and Jimin, were indeed there but, to his surprise, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Jin asks dangerously, anxiously popping up from his seat next to Jungkook and running over to the bathroom door. His hand almost magnetizes towards the handle, forcibly opening the door and scanning the dark and empty inside.

“He’s not here, hyung.” Hoseok grumbles with an intonation of annoyance in his voice, plopping down right onto Taehyung’s outstretched legs, a bowl of ice cream in hand. “Do you really not remember?”

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the platonic collection (ksj)

A collection of one shots and drabbles about two idiot best friends turned fwbs turned lovers

pairing- bff!seokjin x reader

rating- R

genre- collegeau, bffs2fwb2l, smutt, fluff, a little angst

a.n- Well, well, well… what started as a one shot has somehow grown into this. lol i don’t know how often i’ll be updating this but this is going to somewhat out of order snippets of these two’s relationship and i hope you grow to love them as much as i do!

A big thank you to @bangtanhome for the banner! 💕💕

Got questions about the series, or want to be on the taglist? Send me an ask! 💕

this list is complied in chronological order of events. each part can be read as a one-shot.

platonically invincible (fluff) (newest! 👀)

After your breakup you confide in Seokjin.

platonically horny (fluff, smut)

Who knew doing a simple online quiz with your best friend would lead to the best sex of your life?

platonically caught (fluff, smut)

Jimin’s hay maze was not designed for this purpose, but who’s really going to stop you and Seokjin?

platonically fighting (fluff, angst)

What happens when the best friends who always get along get into their first fight?

platonically jealous (fluff, angst, smut)

Who knew teasing Seokjin at the club would lead to such a fun punishment?

platonic (fluff, smut) [the one that started it all! 🥰]

Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

platonically chasing (smut, fluff) 

Who knew exploring a new kink could get so messy?

platonically cuddling (fluff)

All Seokjin wants after a long day is your ‘anime titties’.

platonically in love (fluff)

“We can’t be platonically in love…”

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The Return of an Empress Masterlist

Title: The Return of an Empress

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut 

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

Total Word Count:  243,926

Smut - | ☼ |  Fluff - | ♡ |  Angst - | ☆ |

Chapter 1  | ☆ |

Chapter 2  | ☆ |

Chapter 3  | ☆ |

Chapter 4  | ♡ |

Chapter 5  | ♡ |  

Chapter 6  | ☆ |

Chapter 7  | ☆ |

Chapter 8  | ♡ |

Chapter 9  | ♡ |

Chapter 10  | ☆ |

Chapter 11  | ☆ |

Chapter 12  | ♡  |  | ☼ |

Chapter 13  | ♡ |  | ☼ |

Chapter 14  | ☆ |

Chapter 15  | ☆ |

Chapter 16  | ☆ | | ♡ |

Chapter 17  | ☆ |

Chapter 18  | ☆ |  | ☼ |

Chapter 19  | ♡ |  | ☼ |

Chapter 20  | ♡ | 

Chapter 21  | ♡ |  | ☼ |

Chaper 22  | ☆ |  | ♡ |  | ☼ |

Chapter 23  | ☆ |  | ♡ |

Chapter 24  | ☆ |  | ♡ | | ☼ |

Chapter 25

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Experiment 21 (M)

Jimin x Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Dystopic!AU, Poly!AU, Strangers to Lovers!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Jin teaches Jimin the WORKS, Body Worship, Marking, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Impreg Kink, Cum Swallowing, Face Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Masturbation, Fingering, Soft Dom!Jimin, Soft Dom!Jin, Doggy Style, Cream Pie

Other Warnings: Blood, Stabbing, Death Of A Super Insignificant Character

WordCount: 21.7k

A/N: The beautiful banner is from my love lady @ladyartemesia she makes such wonderful moving imagery and I’m always consistantly astounded. This idea came about because of @ppersonna, one day she said “Donna, Jin and Jimin, please.” Faithfully, I can only answer yes ma’am.

Another grandiose shout out to @ladyartemesia​ and @xjoonchildx​ for betaing everything I have so far and giving me such great feedback. I could not ask for a lovelier squad.

Stark white. There’s something about the color that makes Jimin feel so dirty as he sits down in the white chair at the white table. Maybe it was because his one piece outfit was the color of soot. Someone once told him that people called ‘mechanics’ in the old world wore outfits just like his. They used to have silly names scrawled in ovals over their hearts like Karl or Bubby. 

Or maybe, he felt dirty because of the handsome well put together man that sits opposite of him at the table. His grey three piece suit seems to exude richness, exude power within the small white confined room. Jimin’s head dips down, eyes flitting to the table as the handsome man looks up before throwing a tablet onto the table. With a few clicks, a hologram pops up. “Jimin.” The voice draws his attention back as the man in the suit puts his elbows on the table.

Clearing his throat, his fingers intertwine before placing his hands on the table. “You’ve done considerably well throughout this term, my little potent friend.” The man’s voice has a gruff backbite, one that takes Jimin by surprise as he taps his fingers to his kneecaps. It’s no surprise Jimin’s handler has jealousy enraptured throughout his voice. He was one of the few that were still virile after The Great End. 

The damage to cities and civilizations was catastrophic, the damage to the human body was even more so. Reproduction came few and far between, pregnancies sometimes not even completing to full term. Babies born through The Meeting weren’t guaranteed to be virile later in life either, it was simply a question science couldn’t answer. 

One would think the few that could reproduce would be held high in this sort of society, but alas, they were lab rats. Lab rats to be tested upon and made to reproduce without an inkling of care for the virile. Jimin’s friend Namjoon once told him that they were like 'worker bees’ always doing their mindless duty to perform and please without a second thought. Generations of The Fertile had passed since The Great End, the few reproductive humans left had evolved to feel no pleasure in culminating in man’s greatest gift. Just simply two bodies meeting to reproduce. The male and female would house together until the female became pregnant. Upon becoming impregnated she would be taken to The Great Home, where she would live out her pregnancy amongst the other fertile women. 

“You’ve had six attempts this term and all six have completed with pregnancies.” Jimin’s handler tells him as he flicks through the women Jimin had stayed with for some time throughout the six months. Jimin gives a small nod before pulling on the fabric of his soot colored one piece. It was something of a coping mechanism for him when it was demanded of him to wear clothes. It keeps him comforted in this familiar sickly white room. “We’ve discovered a female who has a very strong chance of fertility and the Masters would like you to participate." 

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