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𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡

Pairing: Haechan x reader 

Genre: angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, historical au, 1900s au. 

Synopsis: Hiraeth: a longing, nostalgia or desire for a home that no longer exists or never was

Haechan sits by his window everyday until the sun sinks into the horizon, everyday he sees you standing on the hill looking out towards the sea, parasol in hand and the wind breaking through your hair. Your beauty is incomparable, he falls in love with the image of you, he tells himself stories of a stranger. Finding home in a place that never existed.

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: death, hallucinations, mental illnesses, this is a 1900s historical au so the views on mental health and how to deal with it are very conservative, purging, self harm, description of blood, panic attacks, sleep paralysis and also this is all in Haechan’s pov.

a/n: Happy Haechan Day <33 this is apart of the neo renaissance collab and is inspired by Monet’s painting ‘The women with a parasol’. I’m actually really proud of this one and really focused on the description, so there’s a shit tone of that and not a whole lot of dialogue! Despite it being short, i struggled a lot with it 😩. so please give me feedback :) Thank you @byutafy​ for beta reading <3

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Into Eternity - Part IX

Oh shit, hi there.

So, this has been written for months I just suck. And it’s not edited to forgive typos and shizz. Love you guys though, so please enjoy!

As per usual I don’t own this picture.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Prince!AU, Romance, Action.

Warnings: Just some angst, maybe some light adult themes. Nothing too crazy. 

The days leading up to your departure was difficult to say the least. Jimin was still Prince, so he still had duties to attend to. It seemed as though the world wanted you to wait for him, long into the night... only to fall asleep and wake for him to be gone once more.

Sitting in your parlor of Taehyung’s castle, you glared at Jimin and a Princess of a neighboring Kingdom. They were taking tea in the garden, discussing possible trade routes for the upcoming winter.

The days were chilling and crops now becoming scarce. She came from a Tropical climate, boasting a luxurious tan and beautiful brown locks.

You knew you were jealous. It wasn’t a proud feeling, but you knew it set deep within your own insecurities. You didn’t feel worthy of Jimin... you knew there were plenty of other Princesses that looked like dolls...

Even though you were chosen for the Prince because of your beauty... you couldn’t help feel inept in the whole scheme of things.

Looking down at your waist you frowned. She was surely thinner than you... going over to the mirror your quickly pulled your dress off, throwing it on the floor and heaving in some deep breaths.

“Highness?” Your handmaiden, Sissel, came forward.

“Sissel, will you help me put my corset on?” You asked.

She frowned. “Highness, his Majesty said we were to purge all of them from your wardrobe... he even selected new dresses for-“

“I don’t want new ones!” You cried. “I-I want to look beautiful in the ones from the Palace... I want to look like a Princess worthy of her Prince.”

You felt hot, wet tears falling down your face. Sissel hurried forward and petted your head. “Highness your very beautiful! Beautiful hair, a gorgeous smile, bright eyes. All things women would kill to have! The Prince cares for you deeply, none of us have seen him so taken in all his life!”

Nights before you had spoken such words of love to one another... but still your fear of losing him won out.

“My dear are you to start bleeding soon?” Sissel asked.

You thought for a few moments and nodded slow. “I am to begin during the week. I haven’t yet...”

“These are merely feelings from your moon cycle. It is alright,” she soothed.

“I want to see him,” You hiccuped.

Sissel frowned and looked out your window. She saw the Princess of Laureliea sitting across from the Prince. She was obviously trying to make herself appealing. Possibly to become a Mistress of his. It would make sense. If she was to secure a place in his court, then no doubt Laureliea would become prosperous.

However, the Prince wasn’t looking for Mistresses. All she was doing was upsetting his wife. You have power over her, Sissel knew this. Jimin will do anything you ask within reason, so perhaps you merely needed to start asking for things.

“Highness, please tell me if I am being too bold... but, perhaps you could request some of his Majesty’s time today? After tea, he is supposed to train with Jungkook... but I’m sure Jungkook would let him visit with you instead?”

You looked up and bit your lip. “Do you think Jimin would agree?” You asked.

“Highness, His Majesty would do anything to spend time with you.”

You nodded and looked at your dress on the floor. “May I change into the pink dress for the rest of the day?” You asked.

“Absolutely Highness!”

* * *

Jimin was utterly bored. The Princess of Laureliea was too forward and much too pushy for his liking. Her Mother was much better at trade deals then herself.

“So, your Majesty...” she trailed off, setting her tea down and smiling. She looked like a snake, it was unsettling.

“Yes, Princess,” Jimin acknowledged.

“Please, call me Alice,” she encouraged. Jimin tried not to scowl but nodded.

“Alice,” he agreed.

“I love the way you say that, so regal and refined... I am here to ask you not only of trading opportunities, but another as well,” she stated.

“What might that be?” He asked.

“Word of your Wife’s ailments have reached my kingdom. My nursemaids all say she is sickly, and that she needs time to heal. I’ve brought some of our herbs to help aid in her healing,” she said before setting a delicate gold box down on the table.

“Thank you for your kind thoughts. However, my wife is one of the strongest women I know. She may be more prone to ailments, but that doesn’t stop her from being an independent woman.”

“How do you think she'll fair during labor?” She asked, picking up her tea once more.

“I beg your pardon?” Jimin scoffed. “How is that any of your concern?”

“Your Majesty, the future of your Kingdom will affect all of ours. Myself and several other princesses would gladly produce an heir for your kingdom in order to save our Queen,” she stated.

“And secure yourselves as well as your kingdom thousands of riches beyond measure. This is where you have underestimated my wife once more. Tell me Princess, once the Child is born will you leave them here with me? Or would you like to see them and have say in their raising?” Jimin asked.

“I would leave it here with you, Majesty. The nurses and nannies will raise them. And the Queen can surely dole out the duties of a mother in my stead,” she reasoned.

“My wife would disagree with you,” jimin said darkly. The Princess shifted in her seat. “My wife and I have spoken of children fondly. She wants to be there for our children. To raise them herself, not leaving it to nurses and nannies to handle them. She wants to be their mother, not their Queen. That is why she will be the only mother of my children. Thank you for meeting with me today, the tea was lovely. The guards will escort you back to you carriage My Lady. Safe travels.”

Jimin stood from the table and headed towards the barracks. Training with Jungkook would help him blow off all this pent up frustration and anger.

* * *

You sat out in the training yard, a shawl wrapped around you to protect you from the chill. Sissel has insisted you wait here for Jimin, seeing you would bring him great joy.

Stalking around the courtyard Jimin gripped his sword until he saw you...

Sitting in the cold with a mere shawl wrapped around your form. Worry ate up his throat. “Y/N, darling what are you doing out in the cold?” He asked, rushing over to place his jacket over your shoulders. “The Frost is coming and I don’t want you to catch your death out here in the training yard in nothing but a measly shawl-”

“Jimin, I am to leave in the morning,” you whispered. Jimin stopped his fussing for a moment to assess the time. Did he truly let a week pass? When had it happened?

He stared at you, astounded. “My love-I,” he couldn’t finish his statement.

“I’m not angry. But I do want to spend time with you. I refuse to leave without you knowing how much I care for you,” you breathed, standing up and wrapping your arms around him in a solid embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’ve spent so much time assuring that you’ll be well cared for during your absence that... that I neglected the one whom I wanted to stay more than anything,” he stated. He took your face in his hands. Marveling your soft skin and beautiful eyes.

Wrapping your hands around his wrists. “I know. But let’s not waste what little time we have left...” you breathed.

Jimin nodded and eagerly brought you to his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back with urgency.

You needed to remember this... how he felt pressed against you. How he felt touching your neck and cheek. How his lips caressed your own with such adoration. It was intoxicating to have him so close. Mouth moving against yours with reckless abandon.

“You’re making this difficult,” Jimin huffed, moving his hands to your hips. You moved to kiss him again, when he kept you still with his grip.

“What?” You asked, breathless.

“Keeping you pure,” he growled. You felt liquid heat flood your body. Biting your lip you wrapped him in your arms.

“Jimin, I want nothing more than to give your everything I am... but now is not the time for us... until the witch who wants my death is purged... we can’t be safe,” you whispered.

“I know, but that doesn’t quell my desire for you,” he chuckled. “But, my love... your departure tomorrow fills me with sadness.”

His eyes gleamed with sorrow as he looked at you before him. Your cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t imagine letting you go so easily. His heart clenched at the thought of you leaving him. Jimin had never felt such anxiety before. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long while. No doubt a few months. Your sweet smile, and bell like laughter. Soft skin and warm embrace.

“It hurts me too, Jimin. I know your sadness,” you whispered. “But tomorrow isn’t here yet, so let us spend the time together.”

Jimin nodded and wrapped you up in his arms once more. “Let me make you dinner, no help from the Palace chefs, just my hands,” he asked.

“Where did you learn to cook?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

“I liked to watch our butlers prepare the meals as a child. It always fascinated me how they made the food so beautiful and full of flavor at the same time. There was one dish I always begged for them to make me, even if it did make my cheeks fuller than I’d care to admit,” he flushed pink.

“I like your cheeks full,” you smiled, tugging on one for emphasis.

“Hush,” he laughed. “But, will you do me the honour of joining me for a meal tonight?” he asked.

“And miss the opportunity to sample his Highness’s cuisine? It’d be shameful to deny such a wholesome request,” you teased.

“Indeed,” he smiled. “Meet me in the back garden, under the pavilion at sunset. I wish to surprise you my love.”

“You dote on me too much,” you huffed. “But, I’ll be there.”

“No corseted dresses. No painful hair styles. Just bring yourself, this is not a formal affair,” he pleaded.

“As you request,” you nodded.

Moving to head back inside the palace Jimin pulled you into a kiss once more. You let him maneuver his mouth against yours, leaving your toes tingly and lips swollen. “I can’t wait to see you again. Don’t be late,” he whispered.

“Not by a moment,” you assured.

* * *

Picking out a dress for the evening was stressful. You desired to obey Jimin’s request, but you also longed to look beautiful for him. It would be the last night you spent together for a long while and you wanted him to remember it. Sissel walked in holding a box in her hands.

“Your Highness, this dress was selected by Lord Taehyung. He is suggesting you wear it tonight,” she announced. You raised a brow.

“How does Lord Taehyung know of my meeting with my husband tonight?” you questioned. Sissel blushed and set the box on the bed.

“Lord Taehyung is helping his Majesty with the meal preparations. Seeing as how he almost set the grain stash on fire while warm the stove. He refused help from the staff, but Lord Taehyung was a little more insistent.”

You shook your head and laughed. Of course he would. He claimed to be good in the kitchen, but you knew that he would be slightly clumsy no matter what. Jimin always had an air of grace to his person, but his actions sometimes faltered in his haste.  

“I’m glad Lord Taehyung is aiding him. It won’t make it any less special, just more edible perhaps,” you laughed.

Sissel joined you, giggling. She then moved to open the box. You were met with soft white fabric that spilled over the edges beautifully. The sleeves were puffed, but pulled back in at the wrist. Delicate lace covered the bodice and a wide silk sash went around the waist line. You were speechless.

And most importantly, there was no corset to be seen.

“Highness, it’s beautiful. You’ll be a vision,” she gushed, almost squealing with excitement. You smiled fondly.

“Thank you Taehyung,” you whispered.

“Come come, time to get you dressed!” Sissel hurried. You quickly disrobed and stepped into the gown as your handmaiden adjusted the fabric accordingly. The material slipped on your skin, covering you with a beautiful design of lace.

Turning to the mirror you looked and almost balked at the front. It was lower cut, leaving your bust practically spilling from the fabric. Sissel was behind you, buttoning the dress. “Sissel wait a moment-oh!” you gasped as she pulled the ribbon tightly around your waist. It was similar to the feeling of a corset, but not nearly so constricting. You felt supported, but not suffocated.

Your chest lifted with the tightening of the material and you stared at it with uncertainty. Would this be entirely appropriate for you meeting with your husband?

“Hold on Madam! We’re still missing one part!” she smiled, rushing to the box. You turned with curiosity and saw a large necklace come undone before you.

“Did Lord Taehyung truly prepare all of this for me?” you asked.

“Well, he did converse with me about what you liked. And then he made suggestions on what his Highness would like as well. We came up with this. The lower neckline will be concealed with this my lady,” she assured.

You nodded and let her come by to fasten the jewels to your body. You watched as white sapphires and red diamonds covered your skin. They twinkled in the fading light as you noticed the sun was beginning to set. Gasping you ran over to your shoes and pulled them on quickly.

“My Lady!” Sissel tutted. “That is not the proper way to-”

“I don’t give a damn, I’m going to be late Sissel!” you yelled before heading down the stairs.

“My Lady we haven’t done your hair yet!”

Her voice faded into the background as you rushed down the stairs of the palace. Your grin was wide as you flew through the halls without restraint. Your lungs easily pulled in greedy amounts of air as you hurried through the corridors. The back garden was on the other side of the palace, making you bolt through the halls with fervor.

Jungkook walked into the hallway, seeing you running towards him at full bore. His eyes widened as he quickly threw himself against the wall to avoid your trampling speed. “My Lady! What’s wrong?!” he called after you.

“I’m going to be late!” you yelled, not waiting any moment longer before turning the corner. You laughed as you made it towards the final stretch.

Jimin was there in the pavilion waiting for you, and you would get to eat a meal he prepared for you! Just you!

The thoughts made you smile even wider.

Before you ran smack into the one person in this castle you feared...

Hoseok...

“My Lady,” he growled. “What is it that causes you to run with such haste?” he asked.

You scrambled to stand up, gasping from the force of your collison. “I beg your pardon, Hoseok. Jimin is waiting for me in the pavilion and I am going to be late!” you stated before moving to go around him.

But before you could, he gripped your wrist painfully tight.

“We are to leave in the morning, and you might never see that man again. Understand that this might be your last night with him,” he warned.

“It won’t be,” you scowled.

“Perhaps not, but you never know. Maybe while you’re gone his loneliness might overbear him. A mistress might be in order... Or, better yet, a consort?” he laughed.

A flush went to your cheeks. You knew Jimin wasn’t used to being with women. Taehyung had indulged you one night after a glass of wine too many and told you of his past.

How his mother was distant. The maids in the palace being the ones to raise him... His father was really the only one who showed him affection, so he really only knew love from other men. So when he grew, he found his urges to be placed not with women. He was terrified of the opposite sex. But, you have know a few whom lie with their fellow gender, and they don’t have fear for the opposing sex... You didn’t want to make generalizations about Jimin. You wanted for him to tell you, in his own time. But an odd feeling kept creeping back into your stomach. One doesn’t simply change a whole part of themselves at the drop of a hat. You didn’t want Jimin to feel he couldn’t be true to himself...

Hoseok smirked as you seemed to be lost in thought.

“Imagining losing your husband to his fellow man?” he sneered.

You swallowed hard. How did Hoseok know? Did Jimin make his preferences common knowledge?

You shook your head and glared at Hoseok. “I don’t believe that to be true, Jimin is a faithful husband and I trust him,” you declared.

“At your word, my lady,” he said, turning on his heel.

You began to head for the door when his chilling voice reached your ears once more. “I did promise to protect you with my life, Lady Y/N... But I didn’t say for how long,” he smirked.

A chill ran down your spine.

“If the witch’s power grows too much, I will have no choice but to end the bloodshed, with you,” he declared.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you stated, monotone. “I am going to be late.”

You hurried through the door, letting the shiver of Hoseok’s word disappear as you saw your husband standing with his back to you. He was wearing a loose white shirt that was tucked into black trousers. His hair was blowing with the breeze, shining gold in the light.

“I feared you wouldn’t be coming,” Jimin sighed, turning around.

You almost laughed at his expression. Eyes bulging as they looked at you with unrestrained want. His eyes followed the dip of your throat to your bust, next to your waist and beautiful legs. His eyes then met yours, that were being shielded by your hair. You grinned and ran forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you around.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, holding your forearms and gazing at your appearance. “Heavens, you look like a vision.”

“You as well,” you complimented. “I love it when you don’t wear those suffocating tunics.”

“Mmm, I can wear nothing at all if that is what you desire my love,” he taunted.

“Enough of that,” you laughed. “What have you prepared for us?”

Jimin’s eyes lit up at the thought of impressing you with his meal. “Let me show you,” he urged, pulling you forward.

“On tonight’s menu, I have prepared a salmon fillet with lemon and rosemary. As well as garlic potatoes, mashed with chives. Next is a heavenly baked roll with fresh butter and salt. And for dessert,” he winked. “You can pick me, or this raspberry tart that Taehyung aided me with.”

“Oh my, Jimin it’s incredible,” you praised. He keened into your words like a happy feline, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I am glad you’re impressed my dear, but perhaps you should taste it to be sure,” he encouraged. You nodded and went to sit down, not before Jimin pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“You are impossible,” you laughed.

“Impossibly good looking, perhaps,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and let him push in your chair before settling down in his own across from you.

“Jimin, this is wonderful,” you smiled, taking a bite of the food he prepared.

“Truthfully? I was really nervous about it all to be honest,” he blushed. “I know you like fish, and that potatoes are one of your favorite foods, the raspberry tart was Taehyung’s idea.”

You nodded as you took another bite of the food. The salmon melted in your mouth, filling it with the salty and briny flavor of the sea. But the citrus from the lemon and herbal aftertaste of the rosemary cut it down beautifully. You smiled up at Jimin, swallowing another morsel.

“Your cooking is delectable. I’ll have to bake you one of my famous blueberry crepes next time,” you stated.

“Y/N,” Jimin whispered.

The joyful mood that was set suddenly seemed to turn cold. You frowned as you looked at him from across the table. “Jimin, what’s wrong?”

“I-I fear for your departure in the morning,” he stated. “I also fear of your safety without me with you.”

“I’ll be safe, Jimin. Hoseok will care for me,” you stated. You knew that Hoseok was dangerous, but for now he was the only person capable of taking you away.

“I am unsure of my trust in him, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you,” he croaked. Tears flooded his vision as he looked at you with heartbreak.

“Jimin,” you whispered, standing up and wrapping your arms around him tightly. He burrowed his face into your stomach and settled his arms around your waist. You pet his hair calmly, letting him hold you for as long as he needed. You knew his fear well, you felt it yourself.

Leaving Jimin was going to be the hardest thing you’d had to do up until now. You two haven't really been separated since your marriage to one another. Sure, when he first came to Taehyung’s castle there was a week where you hadn’t seen him. And when you first were married it seemed as though you never saw him.

But, he was always there. Now... Now he would be days away from you.

The thought made your throat close in worry, but you quelled it for now. Jimin was here in your arms now, and that’s what mattered. Him being here with you is what was important. You ran your fingers down his cheek, brushing away the tears that fell.

“Jimin, we should be having a nice dinner together, not crying about something that hasn’t happened yet. We’ll cry tomorrow, okay? Not now,” you smiled. Jimin looked up at you and wrapped you in his arms tightly.

“I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart,” he breathed.

Your eyebrows raised, before relaxing into a soft smile. “I love you too, Jimin. With everything I am...”

* * *

Hoseok watched the scene with mute interest. You and Jimin were rather cute together, he supposed. But, he had made a deal... One he wasn’t intent on failing.

But, as he looked at the pair of you, he couldn’t help but feel guilt.

His Prince, soon to be King, had finally found someone he loved... And he had to take her away from him.

“Remind you of something?” a silky voice whispered.

Hoseok turn and pulled his daggers from their secured pouches on his hips. “Morgana,” he grimaced.

“Now now, don’t look so surprised my boy,” she whispered.

“It isn’t wise of you to use so much magic in order to spy on your next meal,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“It isn’t wise to disrespect she who holds your future in her hands,” Morgana growled. Hoseok swallowed thickly before continuing.

“We move her tomorrow,” he stated. “To the abandoned castle towards the Elder Spire Grove in the East,” he revealed.

“Yes, I know it well. It was the place my love lived... This Jimin looks so much like him, I will be so thrilled when that trollop is dead,” she growled.

“I still cannot see why I must be the one to end her, why can’t you destroy the girl?” Hoseok asked.

“Well, it’s been a long while since I’ve had a fulfilling sacrifice. My magic is waning... But once you perform the sacrifice with her as the offering... My magic will be back in it’s full power. Then, I can bring back your wife and child,” she stated.

Hoseok swallowed thickly as he looked at you and Jimin once more. Jimin was his dear friend. Someone he cared for, but he took him away from his pregnant wife, and in doing so he wasn’t even there to hold his child upon its birth...

“Why tell me this?” he asked.

“Because you requested to know,” she responded.

“You never give up information about your magic willingly,” Hoseok glared. “Why the change of heart.”

“You always see the truth, don’t you?” she asked. “The reason I tell you is because you are indebted to me. Those daggers by your side are charmed with my magic. They strike down all your foes in battle because that is what I have claimed them to do. I believe that telling you these things will ensure your loyalty to me, because if not... Well... The graves of your wife and child will burn, their corpses will turn to ash and they will be lost in the depths of Purgatory for the rest of eternity,” she growled. “Do I make myself clear?”

Hoseok felt his heart clench at the thought of his family being at unrest...

“Yes, I understand,” he confirmed.

“Good,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see the life drain from that wench’s eyes... I will have my Prince again. Even if I have to destroy every village, every citizen... Every whore... It will be done,” she declared, fading into a black mist and disappearing into the night.

Hoseok frowned as he saw Jimin pick you up and hold you in his arms. You laughed at something he said, head thrown back as Jimin leaned forward to capture your lips. He knew what true love looked like. He saw it with his wife, and he saw it here with you...

“I am truly sorry, the both of you,” he whispered...

* * *

The morning came, it always does.

You awoke to a knock at your door...

Sissel.

“Majesty, my Lady? It is time for Lady Y/N to leave,” she announced.

You rolled over, feeling Jimin’s hand brush your bare stomach. He’d managed to get it under your dressing gown in the night. Men truly were incorrigible.

“My Lady? Are you awake?”

“Yes, Sissel,” you answered.

“Hurry to dress! Father Jin requires you before departing!”

“Very good, Sissel!” Moving to get out of the bed, Jimin’s steel grip made you falter. Being hauled back into bed you huffed as he snuggling into your hair. His hands wrapped around your body, not letting you out of his grasp. “Jimin,” you whispered, petting his hair.

“Not yet, please not yet,” he begged.

“I have to go,” you breathed. “You know it, as well as I do...”

“Just a few more minutes, just lay with me for a few more minutes. I need to remember how warm you are in the morning,” he whispered, face buried in your neck.

“Jimin, please,” you whimpered. He kissed your jaw before placing a soft kiss on your nose.

“Hurry, before I bring you back to bed with me,” he warned, releasing you.

You quickly went to your wardrobe and picked a warm dress that would help you stave off the chill in the Northern reaches of the Kingdom. Standing behind your changing screen you got dressed.

You heard your bed creak and knew Jimin must’ve gotten up to dress as well. You recognized the familiar sound of his wardrobe opening as he pulled different pieces of attire out.

Mimicking him you got into your clothing, only to realize the dress you selected had buttons on the back of it. Sighing in annoyance, you peaked your head around the screen to see Jimin just pulling on his shirt.

Flushing you quickly moved back behind your cover. Holding your hand over your racing heart you tried to keep your cheeks from turning an obscene red color.

“J-Jimin?” you called out.

“Yes, Y/N?” he answered.

“Can you help me with my dress?” you asked, trying to keep your tone from wavering.

“If you’d like me to,” he stated, coming closer.

“I need you to button it for me, please,” you requested, moving your hair to the side so he could gain access to the fasteners at the back. Jimin took a sharp breath in before placing his hands on your hips.

He placed a delicate kiss to your spine, causing you to shiver in pleasure. His lips moved up your back, over your shoulder then to the base of your neck. You didn’t fight him as he nudged your head to the side, opening up your collar and throat for him. He placed gentle love bites and licks to your delicate skin.

Just as he was about to claim your lips in another kiss, a knock came to the door once more. “Lady Y/N, we really must go!” Sissel urged.

“A moment!” you called back.

Sissel’s steps echoed as she no doubt went to get you more time.

“Here,” Jimin said, doing the buttons up at the back for you. He placed one last kiss on your neck before moving away from your body.

“Thank you,” you flushed.

“Do you need help getting your shoes on?” he asked, looking at them with a raised brow.

“If you think you can control your wandering lips,” you giggled. Jimin’s eyes turned dark.

“I hardly think I can,” he breathed.

You rolled your eyes and went to sit down on the bed. It was still warm from Jimin’s body resting in it for the night. You lifted your foot into Jimin’s grasp as he pushed the shoe onto your foot gently, taking care not to hyperextend your joints. You smiled and ran your fingers through his sleep ridden hair. He bit his lip as he ran his hands up your calf.

Sweet kisses were placed to your bare legs, making you hiss in desire. Jimin’s plush mouth traced along your skin, oblivious to the world outside. You shuddered at the sensation of his warm palms on your flesh. Sighing you tugged Jimin’s head back slightly, smiling as a soft moan left his mouth.

“You’re one to talk about wandering limbs,” he scoffed. You laughed, fixing his slightly messy locks. Bringing your hand down to cradle his cheek, Jimin leaned into your touch. Next he picked up your other shoe and pushed it onto your other foot. Jimin moved and buckled them on, tying cute little bows into the laces.

You could tell Jimin was trying to buy you both time...

“Jimin...?” you whispered.

“I know,” he answered, looking at your knee.

“Walk with me?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he responded.

Helping you stand up, he took your hand and pulled your arm around his. The pair of you walked out of your bedroom. It would be the last time you were there for a long while. You weren’t sure the next time you’d see Jimin... How long until you were able to hold him in your arms?

Jimin was in a similar situation. His heart was pounding in his chest as the two of you made your way down the staircase. Leading you towards your departure, made him feel woozy. The pair of you made it to the bottom of the landing and Taehyung was waiting for the pair of you.

“Good morning Lady Y/N, your Majesty,” he bowed.

“Taehyung,” Jimin greeted.

“Taehyung,” you smiled.

The Lord of the Castle looked to your husband. “May I?” he asked.

“If she agrees,” he answered smoothly.

You shook your head before letting Jimin go and giving Taehyung a big hug. He held onto you, rubbing your back to comfort you. “These will be long days ahead of you, but know we are always here. And we will come to get you again,” he promised.

“Thank you Taehyung, you have become a dear friend of mine,” you acknowledged. He pulled back as Father Jin entered with Jungkook and Yoongi.

“My Lady,” they all echoed, lowering their heads in a bow.

“Please, you’ve never used such formalities with me before. Don’t start now,” you insisted.

“Perhaps they should, you will be Queen one day,” Taehyung mentioned.

Your face soured. “But I don’t want them to bow to me because of that,” you whispered.

“Enough with your crisis, come here,” Jungkook ushered you into a big embrace. You huffed from the strength behind his arms, but patted his back affectionately. Yoongi came next and gave you a gentle hug, rubbing your shoulders as he pulled away.

“I’ll miss you, please be safe on your journey,” he insisted.

“Thank you, both of you.”

Father Jin came forward and hugged you tightly. “Lady Y/N, I believe this will be one of the hardest goodbyes in my life,” he announced, voice watery.

You felt similar as a wave of emotion came over you. Father Jin had been your rock when you were lonely. A wise mind to pick when you weren’t sure of yourself. He was so kind and had helped you so much during your time here in the Royal family.

The side door that lead to the carriage house opened, revealing Hoseok standing there before you. Father Jin let go of you and stepped away. You moved towards Jimin and wrapped your arms around his. Just being near Hoseok made you nervous. How could it not? If you considered all that had transpired between the two of you in the past...

“Father Jin, the carriage is ready. Lady Y/N, are you prepared?” he asked, raising a brow.

It was time, Jin was going to give you and Hoseok his cloaking spell. And then you would be off, away from this palace that you had begun to call your home. The small family you’d began to build would be left behind...

Your heart was racing.

“Hoseok, Lady Y/N, please come towards me,” Father Jin requested. You did so, letting Jimin’s hand go.

Hoseok followed suit and stood next to you.

Father Jin lifted his hands and brought out a salve that had a slight blue tint to it. He dipped his finger in the salve and brushed the mix over your temples and the back of your neck. He did the same to Hoseok.

Next he pulled a vial out and took out the dropper. “Please, open your mouths,” he asked.

Hoseok did so. You watched as his face scrunched up in displeasure. “Damn, that’s bitter,” he complained.

“This liquid will make sure that your bodily functions are hidden from any kind of magic detection. The salve I applied to your heads and necks hides any thoughts or emotions. And one more item for each of you,” he announced, turning to a butler that was holding a large box.

He presented you with a necklace, simple in design. A basic silver chain with a pendant on it that had a bright red stone in the middle. You raised an eyebrow at it then looked to Father Jin. “What is this?” you asked.

He motioned for you to turn around, which you did so. The gem laid heavily upon your throat, making you look down in surprise.

“A fail safe,” Jin explained. “If my other methods fail to keep you hidden, these are seal with magic at a similar caliber to Morgana’s... It will be difficult for her to be in the presence of these gems, seeing as how they are blessed with light magic. It is old, and rarely seen anymore, it was a gift from the old Gods to humanity before our heavenly father birthed us anew. It was taught to me, and now I am betraying my oath to God for this,” he whispered. “Please, do not take these off, no matter what you do.”

Hoseok came forward and Father Jin latched his necklace around his neck as well. He seemed nervous when the chain was secured, holding it with an expression that you couldn’t decipher.

“One more thing, I need to activate the enchantments. Hold still, the both of you.” Hoseok and you did as requested. Soon, Jin started speaking in an odd sounding tone. “I implore the words of the Gods of old. Here my plea and come to my bidding. Through my form, project your light into the talismans I have prepared for you. Please, use them to protect these individuals with your magic. By thy radiance, I ask of you to make home in these gems of pure starlight. And cast out any darkness that may encounter your path. This is my request, at my word. Expel!”

The room swirled with air as light radiated from your necklaces. The gem was burning hot against your skin, and you gasped. Holding it you could feel your skin underneath burning. Father Jin collapsed to the floor. Jungkook and Yoongi rushed over to check his breathing. You looked at him with worry.

“Is he alright?” you asked, getting closer.

“Yes, he’s fine. Surely this kind of magic takes a toll on the body. We’ll take him to rest, be safe highness. We will be praying for your safe return to us,” Jungkook smiled. Him and Yoongi lifted Father Jin into their arms and headed towards the infirmary.

You watched as they disappeared down the hall, heart hammering in your ribs. All of this, to keep you safe... Father Jin betraying God just so that you could be concealed from this witch who wanted your death. It was overwhelming to be cared for so deeply by others.

“We need to go,” Hoseok stated, pulling you from your daze.

“Yes,” Taehyung agreed. “The carriage will take you to the village of Caldone. Once there, I have arranged for horses to take you the rest of the way to the Northern Palace of Kings. Hoseok, have you gotten word from the individuals in the town near the castle?”

“Yes, they said they’d be pleased to help their future Queen with anything she needed,” Hoseok confirmed.

“Very well. Time is of the essence, let’s get you gone,” Taehyung urged.

Quickly turning to Jimin your heart stopped.

His eyes were teary, a soft smile on his face.

Hoseok had grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the door. You moved like a doll, limp as he ushered you through the exit. Jimin’s face became further away from you, tears becoming invisible as you stumbled down the steps.

“My Lady please take caution,” Taehyung said, gripping your elbow to support your blunder.

Jimin walked forward, seeming to be following you without knowing it. You wanted to hold him once more before you left. Just one more time. One last kiss.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out for him. The guards had already gathered around you, helping disguise you and Hoseok from any peering eyes. Taehyung had taken his place beside Jimin as the flurry of activity went forward.

Hoseok climbed inside of the carriage, waiting for you to take his hand to get in as well. He was glad you weren’t looking at his face, because it would’ve blown everything he’d been working for...

Your face was distraught as you looked around at the guards. A sour taste settled itself on Hoseok’s tongue. He knew who you were looking for.

Jimin...

It was so obvious how much you cared for your husband, it made his heart lurch in pain. He knew that delirious feeling. The whirlwind love placed in your mind and heart, and how gut wrenching it felt when ripped away from it. He knew how panicked you must be. He could grant you one last look at him, before you departed...

Forever.

“PART!” Hoseok screamed.

The guards seemed shocked. They all froze and stared at him. You didn’t even look at Hoseok. Your eyes were trying to locate your husband. “Sir, what seems to be the issue?”

“You’re smothering our Lady, give her room to breathe,” Hoseok demanded.

Seeming to understand they all separated and opened up a pathway to the carriage door. Slowly, you were being pulled into the cabin by Hoseok. The second your eyes were off Jimin, your heart began to squeeze painfully.

You found his face out of the back window of the vehicle. His eyes were staring straight at you. Taehyung was standing next to him dutifully. Jimin gave another soft smile, but you could tell it was forced. His teeth were showing too much, eyes red with tears.

A sudden lurch made your body slip. The horses began moving at a gentle pace. Jimin’s face got smaller as you traveled further from him. Your breathing became harsh as you pressed your hand against the glass of your window. Jimin seemed to be mouthing something. You couldn’t quite make it out.

“What?!” you shouted, making Hoseok turn to you.

“My Lady?” he asked.

“Stop, please stop the carriage!” you yelped.

“My lady we really must leave, dawn has almost broken,” Hoseok urged.

“STOP THE DAMN CARRIAGE RIGHT NOW!” you screamed. The horses whinnied as the driver pulled on the reigns. You fell off your seat and hit the floor, but you couldn’t feel the pain.

“My lady!” Hoseok yelled, but you couldn’t hear him.

Pulling on the handle you ripped the door open and scrambled off the floor and onto the grass below.

Jimin watched the horses stop, and his brows furrowed.

What had happened?

“Majesty, what are you-”

“Jimin!” you screamed, picking up your skirts and running. Jimin’s heart slammed against his chest so hard he could feel it in his throat.

“Y/N!?” he yelled back, starting to jog towards you.

Taehyung and Hoseok watched in awe as the scene played out.

Your hair flew behind you as you ran. Your legs hurt, but it didn’t matter. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him before you left, just once more. He needed to know.

Jimin matched your pace and began running like a man possessed. He feet were carrying him to you, without being told to. It was like instinct to run for you now. Something he couldn’t have dreamed of happening when first married to you.

It all seemed to silly now. Those months of distance, your reconciliation. Now, a love that burned him from inside out. And he wouldn’t change it for the world. He wouldn’t want it to be anyone other than you. It couldn’t be.

He was closer now, eyes sparkling with tears that you could see now. Clear as day.

“Jimin!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Lifting you into his arms, Jimin cradled your head gently. His chest was heaving with the effort from running, but you were there in his arms. God it was going to be Hell to be without you. So Jimin held onto you tightly. Kissing your face as you bawled like a child. “I love you! I love you so much, I’m going to miss you.”

Jimin’s voice cracked as he tried to soothe you. “My love, I know, I know I love you too. My darling, ssshhh, it’s alright. I love you.”

You felt his shoulders shaking at the force of his cries. You tangled your fingers in his hair and brought your mouth to his. Jimin held your face, making sure that you felt every ounce of love he harbored in his soul for you. Every inch of his being belonged to you.

He’d never been more certain of anything.

He was your’s. And he always would be. You clung to him as you kissed, making the most of this moment. It would be the last for a long while, and it needed to be secured in your memory. How his lips were so plush against your own. His hands held fast around your waist, keeping you against him.

Hoseok was stunned at the sight as he hung out of the door. At first he thought this would be simple. Kill the girl, get his family back. The Prince would be free from a marriage he never wanted, and he could be reunited with his wife and child...

Everything would be righted if you were out of the picture...

But seeing this...

How deeply the two of you cared for one another. The thought of ripping you apart weighed heavy like a slab of stone in his stomach. If he followed through with this... would he be any better than the witch that took his family from him?

These thoughts swirled in his mind.

Because looking at the two of you now, he knew his answer.

He knew what he would be doing...

And he wasn’t sure he could do it anymore...

Gazing up at Jimin you wiped his tears from his eyes. “Jimin, I love you so much. Please, come see me as soon as you can,” you whispered.

“To the moment, like I promised,” he breathed.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whimpered, holding his face in your palms. He turned and kissed your palm, remembering the sensation. Committing every inch of you to memory.

“And I you, my darling,” he breathed. “But, I will see you again. This is not a goodbye, it is merely a momentary parting. Because one morning, you’ll see me. Coming up the road to hold you in my arms once more. Even if I have to fight the witch on the doorstep, you can be assured that I will be there. For nothing will stop me if it means getting to you,” he declared.

Taehyung felt a stray tear run down his cheek at the display before him.

Finally his friend had found it. The love he deserved from a person. It didn’t matter whether it came from a male, female or a dog. The loyalty, compassion and dedication you had for him was powerful enough to brave any storm.

He smiled as Jimin took your hand, leading you towards the carriage once more. Hoseok straightened as his future King approached.

“Majesty, I apologize for not giving you both proper time to say your farewells,” Hoseok bowed.

“Take care of her, Hoseok, I’m entrusting to you my greatest treasure in life.”

As Jimin took your hand, he lifted it to Hoseok’s. You gripped his own with such certainty, and Hoseok felt unadulterated shame run through his body. What would his dearly departed wife think of this? Would she approve of his behavior towards a woman whom had done nothing but merely fallen in love...

If that was a crime, he was guilty as well.

“I will do as you command, Majesty,” Hoseok agreed. Pulling you into the carriage, Hoseok watched as Jimin shut the door.

He held his hand up to the glass. And the assassin watched as you pressed your palm against his. Your rings shone in the rising sunlight and Hoseok looked down at his own, shimmering in a similar fashion.

The buggy lurched once again, and Jimin’s palm slipped away from the glass. However, your hand remained there...

Even after Jimin and the Castle had faded away, your hand stayed on the glass...

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sharp cookie - JJK | M

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

summary: when your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.

based on this request.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 13.1K

warnings/tags: strong language, CEO!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Y/N is impulsive, explicit smut-unprotected sex, dirty talk, choking, edging, slight overstimulation, fingering, soft to rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, masturbation, oof fucking with a diamond necklace on

a/n: hope you liked this anon!

∞

“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N-ssi.”

Bowing, you smile at the tall, bespectacled man, taking his extended hand in yours.

“Just Y/N is fine, you are…?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, I’m kind of like the art collector here.”

Taking the seat that he points to next to the reception desk, you survey your surroundings, the empty space glowing in the golden hue of the lighting, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. You love the peace and quiet here, a stark contrast to your previous working environment.

“So…”

You gesture to the walls, a boxy grin splitting his face as he walks over to where you’re seated.

“You probably know that we’ve just got done with setting up this place. Most of the pieces are on their way here. I have a few in the storage but I need to work through them and get them out here. Have you met Kim Namjoon? The manager? He should’ve been here by now,” he glances at his watch, “we’re still sorting out his office so he’s at the reception desk for now, your office is done. I mean, that is if you get the job. Which I totally think you will! I’ve seen your credentials.”

You chuckle, waving him off, “it seems like I’m the only one here for this post.”

Nodding, he tugs his pants at the knee as he sits down next to you, “others were here yesterday, but our boss can be picky. He came in personally for the interviews, said that marketing is one of the most important aspects when it comes to an art gallery.”

“Yes one of them, I think that your job is absolutely paramount in this business.”

He shoots you a smirk, “guess we’ll be working together.”

“If I get this job,” you counter, giving him a playful smile.

“Which you will.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the space, holding the copy of your resume tightly in your hands. After a few minutes of silence, a thought that has been nagging at the back of your mind comes to the forefront.

“When you say your boss can be picky…you’re talking about Kim Seokjin right?”

He opens his mouth to answer when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts him.

Trotting back to the reception desk, you watch him answer the phone and mutter a few ‘okays.’ Putting the phone down, he beams at you, “you can go in now. Fighting!”

Rubbing your palms on your skirt, you adjust your bag around your shoulder and walk to the door he had indicated earlier. You knock on the door twice, but no one answers. Taking it as your cue to enter, you open the door and shut it again carefully, spinning around to see a large desk in front of a floor to ceiling window, a man in a suit with his back facing toward you as a woman next to him seems to be adjusting his tie then starts buttoning up her shirt, a large smile on her face as she smooths her hair down.

Clearing your throat, the woman takes notice of your presence. Her eyebrows furrow, loud voice startling you.

“Who said you could come in?”

Taking a few steps forward, you place your resume on the desk in front of the man whose back is still facing you.

“Taehyung, at the reception…”

Gaze flicking between your face and the resume, she picks up a black pen, shoving the folder around.

“We already have this,” you notice some of her red lipstick smeared on her chin.

“I know,” you swallow, “it had said that I should carry one to the interview.”

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her arms, placing one leg over the other as she points to the chair in front of the desk. The man’s hand reaches for her thigh, squeezing it through her black stockings. You bow, trying to calm your breathing as you prepare for their questions.

“So tell us, why should we hire you?”

Jumping right into it, you think. You feel a little tense from the way she’s looking at you, almost like she’s sizing you up. But you push those thoughts away and think of why you’re here in the first place.

“When I read the job posting, I noticed that you were looking for someone with a mid- or intermediate level of marketing experience for the art gallery. If you have a look at my resume-“

“We’ve already been through your resume. Give us something else.”

You hold back a cough when the man interrupts you, back still turned to you. How rude.

Do these people even know what a proper interview entails? How unprofessional of them to be intimate during working hours, especially when a potential employee is in their presence. They probably think you can’t see what’s going on behind the desk. Judging from this short exchange, it seems like you won’t be able to work with people like them.

“I’m sorry,” you stand from your seat, grabbing your resume from the desk and bowing one last time. Giving the back of the man’s head a glare. You’ll find a job elsewhere, you’re here in Seoul after years and there are plenty marketing jobs out there. You just thought that working in an art gallery might be a little exciting, far different from your other marketing posts.

You’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when the woman whispers something to the man, he spins around, finally showing you his ug-

“Jungkook?”

“Y/N?”

You stare at each other, jaws touching the floor, frozen in place.

5 YEARS AGO

“I love this weather.”

The boy sitting next to you hums, too engrossed in his phone to actually appreciate the weather.

You adjust your position on the couch, placing your chin on your hands as you watch the raindrops trickle down the window.

“Did you speak to your dad and brother?”

He shakes his head, lip tucked between his teeth as his thumbs work at a fast pace, typing away. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who he could be chatting to if you’re sitting right here. It can’t be any of his family members, they’re too old to chat. Plus, his friends are probably pissed out drunk at this time.

“Who are you chatting to?”

Shaking his head again, he moves away from you, elbow digging into the armrest.

“Jungkook,” you whine, “you’ve been on that damn phone ever since we got here. This is our chill time. Remember?”

“Fuck Y/N, could you stop being such a nag?”

You’re a bit taken aback at his tone, he never raises his voice at you, ever. Something is definitely up.

Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest into his back and kissing the mole on his neck. He sighs, locking his phone and placing it screen down on the couch. He unhooks your hands from around his chest, gently pushing you away, eyes not meeting yours.

A small frown forms on your face at his reaction, he loves your cuddles, you can feel tears prickle your eyes.

“Y/N,” he scratches behind his neck, you watch him attentively, waiting for him to tell you what’s wrong.

“I think…I think we should break up.”

You can feel your heart thud in your chest, hands shivering as you blink at him. The boy in front of you suddenly a stranger.

“W-Why?” Tears start to roll down your flushed cheeks, nose clogging up.

“Because…We’ve been together for so long since high school and-“

“SO?!”

Your face is hot, anger seeping through you at his words. How could he suddenly have this change of heart, everything was fine just yesterday. You’re trying to look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze, picking at his calluses.

“We’ve been together for so long and aren’t you bored?”

You surge forward, taking his hands in yours, “no, Jungkook, I’m not bored. I love you. I meant everything I said before. I will never get bored of you-“

Your voice is nasally, shaking as you try to plead with him.

Removing his hands from your hold, he places them in your lap, his eyes finally meeting yours and the look in them tells you everything you need to know.

“B-But you’re bored of me?”

More of a question than a statement but his face lights up like you finally got what he’s trying to say. Your heart thunders in your chest, stomach flipping at the thought that Jungkook won’t be in your life anymore. That you weren’t enough to make him stay, that your words meant nothing to him, that all his words could’ve been lies.

“Not bored…But I think we should see other people, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but Y/N, we’re gonna be twenty-two very soon and- and don’t you think that five years is a long time?”

You don’t respond, knowing that when Jungkook has his mind set on something, no one, not even you could change his mind.

“I think that these are our years to have fun, not be in a committed relationship.”

His words strike through your chest, you just want him out of your sight.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He smiles, coming closer to give you a hug but you push him away, giving him a teary smile back.

“So let’s watch a movie now,” he reaches for the remote but you snatch it from him.

He gives you a perplexed look, you avert your gaze to the hallway.

“Uhm, I think I’m coming down with the flu. Can I rest?”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…”

“Don’t be like what?!”

Your chest is heaving, his eyes are blank as he searches yours. He grabs his coat and heads for the door, muttering a ‘bye, Y/N’ as it clicks shut.

Wordlessly, you grab the tissue box from the coffee table, padding down the hallway and locking your room door. Flopping face first into your mattress, your cries are muffled, unsure of what to do with the hurt that surmounts physical pain.

What hurts the most was that he didn’t even seem sad to not be with you anymore. He even thought that everything could go back to normal, that you could be friends despite having so much of history together. No more Jungkook and Y/N.

You’ve even had your first time together after you graduated high school, your sobs get louder when his face of pure happiness and pleasure fills your mind, how he made sure to be gentle with you, how you explored your likes and dislikes together.

He was probably the sweetest, most considerate guy you have ever met in your entire life, how could you miss the signs? You try to pinpoint a moment from today, from yesterday, from last week, last month, when did things change for him? When did he realize that he doesn’t love you anymore? What if he never loved you? You literally handed him your heart all those years ago, you can still remember the day you fell in love with him.

Your blanket is soaked with tears, but you couldn’t care, you only care about the fact that Jungkook was probably lying to you all this time. How easy it was for him to let everything go.

Sitting up on your elbows, you wipe your tears away roughly, sniffling as you snatch your phone from the nightstand, blocking his number and blocking him from everything.

If only it was that easy to block him from your heart.

Weeks pass and Jungkook’s intentions became perfectly clear to you when you saw him at a few parties during the weekends. A different girl on his arm each time you saw him on campus, not an ounce of sadness, when you spend all your nights crying and thinking of the past, wondering where you went wrong when you were so in love. At least, you know you were.

You know that it would be a long, long time before you get over him, a new man in your life is out of the question. Despite the fact that Jimin is trying extremely hard to set you up with his friends. They’re charming and sweet, but you don’t want to hurt someone else due to the fact you aren’t over your ex.

You decide to channel your energy on things that matter, things like your career and your future. It’s okay to think of him now and again, but time heals all wounds.

PRESENT

Jungkook can feel the blood rush to his ears. He stands from his chair and makes his way to you, your eyes are as wide as saucers as you look him up and down, he smirks, doing the same. You look as soft as he remembers, however, the look in your eyes tells him that years have passed, a much more mature woman standing in front of him. Before he can think twice, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He shuts his eyes as he sniffs your hair, your sweet candy scent now replaced with rich vanilla.

When you break apart, he can’t tear his eyes away from you, the interview and everything else forgotten. You look beautiful in the beige coat, he always loved neutral colors on you.

“Do you two know each other or something?”

His eyes flicker to Soojin still sitting at the desk, he knows how intimidated she gets in the presence of his attractive clients, he can only imagine how she must feel in front of you, especially when his hands are still placed on your shoulders.

Taking a step back and away from his hold, your voices overlap as you answer the question.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jungkook chuckles at your response, you might be right, you knew each other. Past tense. He’d love to get to know the new you.

“Y/N, this is my assistant Soojin,” he watches you give her a wary smile.

“Soojin, this is Y/N, Euphoria’s new Marketing Manager.”

Jungkook doesn’t give Soojin time to protest before he’s handing you a few documents.

“Soojin, would you give us a few minutes, thank you.”

When the door shuts behind her, he turns to you, his smile doesn’t falter as your face is set in a blank expression.

“You didn’t have to give me the job, that wasn’t a proper interview.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks over to his chair, gesturing to the jug of water on the table. You shake your head, taking the seat you had previously occupied, scanning the documents he gave you.

“I know you’re capable,” he shrugs, unable to take his eyes off of you, you’re even more beautiful than the last time he saw you, he cocks his head as his eyes rake down your figure, not much to see with your long coat concealing most of it but he does notice that your boobs look fuller. Your habit of forming a pout as you concentrate on signing the documents makes him smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you speak, gaze still fixed on the documents.

He chuckles, knowing what you’re referring to. You must’ve seen the interaction with Soojin.

“Well, I can only hope you haven’t.”

Your eyes lift to meet with his, a smirk plastered on his face. You still have the same blank expression on yours as you hand him the documents, gaze unfaltering as he lets his fingers brush yours as he takes the stack of papers from you. You bow, carrying your bag as you walk to the door. He’s a little confused, he thought that you would catch up on these past few years.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other in years,” walking over to you, he buttons his blazer, hearing you sigh.

You stop in place, turning around to give him a smile, one that could be described as professional.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sajangnim.”

His eyebrows furrow, you’ve known each other since high school and now you’re acting all formal with him.

“What’s with the formalities? How have you been, Y/N? You look great.”

“Thanks, you too,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “red looks good on you.”

You turn on your heel, exiting the room with him still confused at your remark. He doesn’t have any red on him?

-

“Oh my God, Jimin. I don’t know what possessed me to sign those papers.”

You hear your friend chortle over the speaker, “the power of Jeon dick!”

“Please,” granola stuffed into your cheek, “that dick has been all over the country.”

“Yeah, but it was fresh when you had it.”

You set the spoon in your bowl, pointing at the screen threateningly, “I did not call you to discuss Jungkook’s dick.”

He raises his hands defensively, “I’m just saying, you did say he got better each time.”

“Chim!”

“Okay okay, I’m done. But in all seriousness, don’t you think it’s weird that you completely missed the fact that he owns that gallery.”

You nod, swallowing your yoghurt, “when I did research, he was literally nowhere on the site, it just stated that Kim Seokjin is working on the development of the art gallery. BUT when I checked on the site a few hours ago, and did a little more digging, turns out that Kim Seokjin works under Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc, who owns that building and left that space for the sole purpose of building said gallery.”

“I think it’s so funny that all he ever complained about when you two were together was how he’ll never take over his father’s business yet here he is.”

You hum, “but one thing I know for sure, he’s still a massive flirt. It’s just so…weird that he happened to be-“

“Your boss!”

“Uhm yeah, I just hope he keeps me out of his love affairs. We might be exes but the only thing I’ll have with him is a strict professional relationship.”

“Fate is inevitable Y/N.”

“I think it was just the circumstances.”

Jimin yells into the speaker, “don’t deny fate!”

“Stop yelling! I miss you! When are you coming back to Seoul?”

“Hmm, before the gallery opening, don’t worry.”

“You better,” you warn, “I’m gonna need you there.”

“Why?” He smirks, “need me to save you from Jungkook’s massive schlo-“

“Shut the fuck up Jimin! That’s it, goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, or should I say sweet di-“

Shutting your laptop, you set your now empty bowl on the nightstand and pull your blanket over your head. You need all the sleep you can get for your first day tomorrow.

-

It’s 6:46AM when you arrive at the building, Taehyung had messaged to inform you that they plan on opening the doors to the public by the end of this week, so that means earlier mornings for now.

Pushing the glass doors open, you see someone sitting at the reception desk, not Taehyung. He lifts his head when he hears your heels clicking on the tiles. Waving, you make your way over to introduce yourself, this must be Kim Namjoon.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the-“

“Sales Marketing Manager of Euphoria Gallery, I’m Kim Namjoon, just the regular manager around here but it seems like I’m also the receptionist,” he stands from his seat, two deep dimples denting his cheeks.

Chuckling, you shake his hand, “Taehyung had told me that you’re still looking for a receptionist and your office isn’t complete as yet.”

He walks around the counter, “yeah. Guess I just have to deal with it for now. Come, let me show you your office.”

As you walk along the small hallway that’s near the reception desk, he fills you in on what the plans are for this week. How they had received over one hundred submissions when the opening of this gallery was announced.

“Taehyung’s got his work cut out for him,” you toss your hair behind your shoulder to readjust your bag.

He nods, fitting a key into a white door with a blank nametag stuck to it.

“So do I, he’s just the dealer, I plan the exhibits and stuff. And so do you Y/N. I already set all the files on your desk, you’d just have to work through them,” he holds the door open for you to enter, bright sunlight lighting up the space, “but Taehyung handled the first few sales until someone took your-“

Both you and Namjoon spot someone sitting behind your desk, he spins around in the black leather chair.

“Jungkookie? What are you doing here this early?”

Namjoon’s voice goes high-pitched to show his surprise which matches yours, but Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on you. You see Namjoon look between the two of you from the corner of your eye when silence settles in the warm space.

“Leave us hyung.”

Namjoon silently exits the room, closing the door behind him as he goes.

You avert your gaze to the view behind him, setting your bag and water bottle on the desk as you speak.

“I think this is supposed to be my desk.”

He chuckles, sitting up from the seat and pushing his coat back to stuff his hands into his pockets.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

You scoff, walking to the desk to skim the files that Namjoon had mentioned earlier. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I talk to an old friend?”

You lift your head to look at him, “an old friend? I think you’re forgetting something.”

Taking a step closer to you, his eyes move up and down your body, you suddenly feel so exposed under his gaze. You take a step back and hold up your palms to keep him away.

“I remember everything about you, Y/N.”

“Listen. Jungkook. This is my job now which I take very seriously. I don’t have time for all your bullshit. I’ve left that in college. So would you please keep this relationship professional?”

He stops in his tracks, cocking his head to the side as he searches your eyes, you take notice of the eyebrow piercing.

“Funny, you’re here today.”

His eyebrows furrow, “I own this place, Y/N.”

Folding your arms, you lean your hip on the desk, “I mean, funny that you’re here, where you are, today. Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc. I didn’t think you’d give in to your father.”

That seems to rattle him a bit, he moves to stare out the window, “on my terms of course.”

You hum, remembering his parent’s aversion to tattoos and piercings.

“That’s why I’m investing in this gallery,” he continues, “it’s something I want. And if I can’t sell my art then I’ll help others sell theirs.”

It still doesn’t make sense to you, but you’ll let it go for now. If you continue to talk about your personal matters, you’ll eat your own words of keeping this relationship strictly professional.

Sighing loudly, he turns around to look at you and you flicker your gaze to the files on your desk.

“I have work to do.”

He nods in understanding, walking over to the door but not before calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, Y/N.”

Is that a threat or a promise?

-

The week passes by quickly and it’s already Friday, you, Namjoon and Taehyung had worked tirelessly throughout the week to get everything in order for the opening tomorrow.

Jungkook was there every day, without the woman from your interview, at your desk, still pestering you about…you still have to figure out what he wants from you but the bedroom eyes he keeps shooting your way gives you a vague idea. Which is a warning for: avoid at all costs.

It’s only natural to keep your guard up around him. He ruined your chances of love for a few years, constantly keeping your walls up around men who could’ve possible been good for you. Jimin had said that you shouldn’t project your trust issues on others but it’s just you who has trust issues. It’s a part of your character now, to constantly be wary of what they say to you, not to believe them so easily.

If you’ve pushed other guys away because of him, your scepticism is heightened with Jungkook. He is the one who caused it in the first place, the one who shattered your heart and then pretended like nothing ever happened. Even now, you’ve obviously gotten over everything but there’s still a part of you that aches, he was your first love, your first everything.

You exit the elevator with Taehyung, chatting excitedly about tomorrow when he halts in his step. Following his gaze, you notice Jungkook standing a few feet away from you at the lounge area, watching the two of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow,” you tug on Taehyung’s cardigan.

“Where are you going?”

“It looks like he wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you pout.

Chuckling, he detaches your hand from his clothing, “well, you have to. He’s our boss and I know he can be a bit scary but- Wait did he try his tricks on you or anything?”

You see Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow jump when he sees the two of you whispering, “he’s actually my ex from college days.”

“Seriously? Wasn’t he kind of a-“

“Before that,” you roll your eyes.

Taehyung’s mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, glancing at Jungkook then leaning over to speak in your ear, “he’s probably gonna ask you to be his date for the opening tomorrow. Just say you’re going with me.”

You nod, then turn your head to look at Taehyung again, “but I can’t lie, he’ll obviously be there tomorrow.”

“No you idiot! You are gonna be my date!”

“Ohhhhh, thank you…for asking me.”

“Yes,” he hugs you then pushes you in Jungkook’s direction, “now go.”

Stumbling in front of Jungkook, he raises a finger to point between you and Taehyung’s retreating figure, “what’s going with you two?”

“Oh nothing.”

You honestly don’t have to explain yourself to him.

“What did you want,” you question, glancing at your watch like you’re so desperate to get home to your key lime pie.

“Oh,” he smooths down a strand of hair, “would you want to come with me to the opening? You know like a date? A plus one?”

You click your tongue, “Taehyung already asked me. I’m sorry.”

Even though you’re totally not sorry.

You see a flash of something wash over his features, but you don’t know what it was. Probably not used to getting turned down.

You hear him mumble Taehyung’s name and you realise that you’ve been standing there awkwardly. Saying goodnight, you begin to walk away from him when he calls out your name. Stopping with your hand on the silver handle, you curse and turn around, seeing him make his way to you.

“Then let’s have dinner, have you eaten yet?”

Crap.

“No, I haven’t,” not even trying to conceal the irritation in your voice.

“Then let’s eat, I can take you to this one restaurant, their steak is to die for. You love steak, right?”

Your stomach growls at the mention of steak and your heart clenches at the thought that he actually remembers what you like to eat. But you shake your head, burying that feeling.

“Yeah but my car is here.”

You find yourself following him into the parking lot.

“I’ll ask one of my drivers to take it to your apartment. Keys?”

“You know where I live?”

Your voice sounds so dumb when it came out and you want to slap yourself because obviously he would, he-

“You’re my employee Y/N.”

“Right, right.”

“Keys?”

He holds out his palm, you rummage through your bag and drop the keys into his hand. He beams at you as he unlocks his car.

“Get in, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sluggishly, you open the passenger side door, the fresh scent that could only belong to a new car fills your nostrils. He always liked Mercedes. As you’re appreciating the interior, you suddenly acknowledge that you’re sitting in Jungkook’s car. What the fuck are you doing? It’s been five years and this man is still in your life. Twenty-two year old you is shaking her head right now. Pathetic Y/N. Just pathetic.

You can feel yourself panic, breath starting to get heavy. Calm Y/N, calm. Deep breaths. This is just dinner, it’s fine. Nothing else, just a boss and his employee having dinner at 10PM after working hours. Oh my god, how unprofessional of you Y/N? What makes him so different? Remember that guy you turned down from accounting? Jung Hoseok? Just because he asked to have dinner with you after hours, yet here you are, in Jeon Jungkook’s car. The very same guy who ruined you for guys like Jung Hoseok. What the fuck are-

“Alright,” you didn’t even notice the car door open until he spoke. He’s busy checking his rear-view mirror and starting up the car.

You stare out the window, trying not to think to much into the situation. This is just for the steak.

He revs his engine, and you think he’s going to reverse out of the parking space, but he continues to rev, and you turn your head to look at him, seeing him have one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the gear, a smirk on his face as he watches your reaction.

You feel your stomach flutter, he probably remembers the time that you told him he looks hot while he drives. This time, in his grey three-piece suit, he looks even sexier. But would you admit that to him? Absolutely not.

After what was probably five minutes spent revving his engine to seemingly impress you, he drives out of the building’s parking lot, speeding along the road.

He keeps the radio off, probably thinking that you’re going to engage in conversation, but you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to keep steak on the brain.

Ten minutes later, you arrive at the swanky restaurant, taking a seat at the far back table in the corner. His choosing of course.

The people at the restaurant seem to know him well, if the way the head chef rushes out of the kitchen to present the menu to him is anything to go by.

“Not tonight’s special, just steak for me and the pretty lady.”

The chef bows and files into the kitchen, the other cooks following close behind.

You admire the restaurant’s gold and black interior, mostly couples, who chatter and laugh, around the two of you.

Your gaze travels to the man in front of you, seeing him already looking at you with his elbows rested on the table and his chin on his knuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs, “I just can’t believe that we’re here.”

You cock an eyebrow, tracing the rim of your wine glass with a finger, “where are we?”

“You know, here.Five years later, older and wiser, we’re both successful, sitting in a restaurant like this with fine wine.”

He lifts his glass in your direction and takes a sip, you chuckle.

“Sure you’re wiser, Jungkook?”

He gives you a defeated smile, “in business, maybe. In women, I’m hoping to be soon.”

You’re suddenly paranoid about the look he’s giving you. You open your mouth to ask him what he means but you’re cut off when the bubbly chef presents the steak. You smell it before you see it, jowls tingling at the scent.

“Jeon-ssi and his pretty lady,” he bows in front of you and you lift a hand to object but his sweet, crumbly smile makes you shut your mouth.

“He’s waiting to see what you think,” Jungkook whispers from across the table, already taking his third bite of the meat.

Picking up your fork and knife, you carve out a bite-sized piece and pop it into your mouth, taste buds tingling at the delectable taste.

“It’s absolutely delicious, thank you.”

He bows again and heads back to the kitchen.

“So, you like it,” Jungkook prods, proud smile on his face like he had prepared the food.

“I love it, thank you,” serotonin coursing through you due to the tasty food you’re eating.

He clears his throat, “so tell me about you and Taehyung?”

You stop mid-chew, “what about us?”

Honestly, you were expecting to ask him about your life and whatnot. But a man of his capabilities, he probably knows everything he needs and wants to know.

“I saw you two earlier. And you work closely at the gallery. It’s okay to have a few flings at work.”

You choke on the wine, “I keep my relationships strictly professional when it comes to the workplace. Less drama. I think I told you this before.”

“Yet here you are,” he chirps, “having dinner with your boss.”

You tuck your tongue in your cheek, your twenty-two-year-old self wagging a finger at you. I told you so.

You should’ve known, Jungkook doesn’t know limits. You have a good mind of leaving this restaurant right now and leaving Seoul for eternity. Why did you ever think you could have a decent conversation with him? His intentions always show themselves as he speaks.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“A chance?”

“A chance for what?”

“To show you that I’m not who I was. That I’ve changed. That I’m not the same immature guy from college. I’m a man now.”

Did his voice just deepen at that last part?

This is what he wants, to lure you into his trap and break your heart a second time. You cannot give in to him. You will not.

Lifting your head to give him an answer, you’re met with two pleading, doe-eyes. The kind that takes you back five years ago, the kind that you fell in love with.

“Let’s see.”

And then the bunny grin, “is that a yes?”

You sigh, “I’ll see if you’ve changed for myself.”

Tucking into the steak again, his voice sounds too victorious, “I’ll prove it to you.”

-

Jungkook adjusts his shirt sleeves, turning to the side to check that his pants sit right. He’s nervous for tonight, his first solo project without his brother’s assistance. He’s even more nervous about the fact that you’ve given him a chance, not that he doubts his abilities to make you fall for him again. It’s just that women love him, they stick to him like glue and he hopes that you don’t take it the wrong way.

He has to be good to his clients and employees.

Sending Soojin a quick text, he lets her know that he’s on his way to pick her up.

He’s about to leave his house when he realizes that he hasn’t sprayed on any perfume. Running back up the stairs, he heads to his closet, choosing a fragrance that he thinks you might like then giving himself one last look in the mirror.

Show time.

-

Thanking everyone for their kind words, he receives tons of praise for the gallery as he enters, Soojin holding tightly onto his arm. He scans the crowd, trying to look past one of his elderly clients to find you.

“Want a drink, babe?”

He shakes his head, Soojin proceeding to the small bar set up near the entrance.

After five minutes of being stopped by every single person he passed, he spots you. White dress with your hair pinned up in a bun, pink lipgloss that looks like the natural shade of your lips when they’re swollen, the exact shade that reminds him of your lips slick with his saliva after a heated makeout session.

Adjusting his tie, he walks in your direction, seeing Taehyung standing next to you, also wearing white. Fuck. Did you two plan to match? And he’s wearing black. He stops to watch you from afar, seeing Taehyung lightly place an arm around your waist, giggling as you admire one of the pieces.

He walks back to the bar and orders a beer. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this for a woman, he feels so territorial, so possessive of you. It doesn’t even matter what that ass Taehyung does anyway. He’s the boss and you gave him a chance.

No one else.

Downing the beer, he sees Soojin saunter over to him.

“Hi babe. Let’s talk to a few more people shall we?”

Soojin puts her arm in his as they walk, he’s too pissed off to give a shit about anything else.

-

“I think that this one will sell first.”

“Nah. People like abstract. That one will.”

You follow Taehyung’s gaze, an ahh leaving your mouth in understanding.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that we’re both wearing white today,” you giggle.

“Well, you’re wearing a white dress and I’m wearing a white shirt. And you happen to be my date for the night. Totally not weird.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and following Taehyung to the next display. He’s fun company.

You’re about to comment when a squeal interrupts you.

“Taehyung!”

“Hi, Soojin.”

The woman, Soojin, is the one that was at your interview.

“Hey Y/N.”

The breathy whisper tickles your ear, and you turn around in shock, seeing Jungkook standing too close with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest, your eyes widen in surprise, aware of the people around you.

“What are you doing?” You hold your palm up to his chest while the other balances your drink in your hand.

“Can’t I hold you like this?”

“What? No, you cannot.”

You squirm out of his grip, gaze flickering to the red patch on his white dress shirt. Red lipstick.

“You gave me a chance?”

“Yes I did,” you speak through gritted teeth, “but I didn’t say that we were together or anything. You can’t hold me like that.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when Taehyung did it. Are you together?”

“What? No,” you try to keep your composure, “what is your problem?”

His eyes burn into yours, anger evident in them, with your own rage consuming you. You should’ve known that Jungkook only had one intention when he asked for a chance. You probably have two completely different perspectives on what that could imply.

Soojin tugs at his arm, she looks between the two of you. Red lipstick stretching with her mouth as she gives you a half-hearted smile.

Your eyebrows raise in realization, he just wanted to fuck you. Like he doesn’t get enough.

You turn to walk in Taehyung’s direction but a hand around your wrist stops you from moving.

“Let go of me, Jungkook.”

“No.”

You whip your head around to stare at your hand, seeing his tattooed fingers curled around your wrist.

“Jungkook,” you stand in front of him so you’re toe to toe, “I said let go of me. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now let go of my wrist.”

“How did I blow it?”

“By being yourself. You’re just a pathetic womanizer who uses money to get your way. Now let me go.”

He drops your hand and you walk away from him, Taehyung standing across the room, a confused look on his face.

As you’re walking, a figure tackles you. Working fast you spread his legs with your foot and grip his hand from around your back, twisting it and shoving him away from you. He yelps in pain.

“OW! What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Jimin?”

“What is wrong with you? Is this how you greet your friend when you see him after three months?”

You surge forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

“I missed you. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes your hair, “Jungkook saw your little show, so at least he knows not to mess with you.”

You chuckle, “c’mon I have to introduce you to someone.”

-

“So let me get this straight. He broke up with you, then fucked every single girl from your HR class?”

“And my Anatomy class!” Jimin adds, cheese strings slapping his chin as he takes a bite of the pizza.

“Mhm,” you suck some sauce off your thumb, “and he bragged about it to everyone. Including my friends.”

“So that shows that he didn’t regret it at all and he never actually loved Y/N,” Jimin speaks with his cheeks stuffed, nodding to you because you’ve had this discussion a thousand times.

Both you and Jimin wait for Taehyung’s response to all this. He pushes his glasses up, “and he said he didn’t want to be in a serious relationship at the time?”

“Committed,” Jimin corrects and you nod again.

“Honestly, from like, a guy’s perspective, no offense Jimin, maybe he knew that he couldn’t control his raging hormones? Maybe he didn’t want to hurt you by cheating on you, so he broke up with you to save all the heartbreak.”

“But I was still heartbroken in the end!”

“Yeah but, what if,” he crosses his legs and wipes his hands with a tissue, “you were meant to be together now?”

“You’re on to something, Tae.”

You look between Jimin and Taehyung, then spot the smirk on Jimin’s face.

“No. Jimin, if you bring up that fate bullshit one more time-“

“Let’s just listen to what Taehyung has to say!”

He clears his throat, “I’m just saying. I know he sleeps around a lot and I’m not trying to justify any of his actions. But like what if he really meant what he said? About proving to you that he’s changed?”

“That doesn’t even matter. Soojin was his date for the night and I saw lipstick on his shirt!”

Taehyung chuckles, then points to a red stain on his white shirt, not sauce. Red lipstick.

“She gets it on everyone. If you’re wearing literally any light color, you’re doomed if she’s anywhere near you. Plus, I haven’t seen him with her since the day of your interview.”

“But, but,” your eyes search the lounge, “that day! At my interview! It looked like they just fucked before I entered the room!”

“Okay maybe they are fucking but maybe he won’t now that you’re in the picture.”

You give him a wary look, still unwilling to accept whatever he’s saying.

“What exactly did you say to him today? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He looked so angry, yet sad at the same time…”

You gather the empty pizza boxes, “I told him that he blew his chance.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How did he blow his chance idiot???” Jimin yells into your ear, completely breaking your train of thought.

“Fuck Jimin, can a bitch think?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes and face the couch where Taehyung sits again, “he, like, put his arm around my waist. And when I tried to push him away, he said that I didn’t have a problem when you did it.”

Taehyung eyes widen.

“Then when I tried to walk away from him, he gripped my wrist, like literally everyone around us was staring! Even Soojin was there! I just didn’t like that he thinks he can do whatever he wants just because I agreed to giving him a chance.”

Taehyung and Jimin sigh in unison.

“Shouldn’t that tell you something, if he doesn’t care who’s around and he doesn’t mind being seen with you? Honestly, the only woman I’ve seen him with in public was Soojin, and that’s because she’s his assistant, no one will really suspect anything.”

“Yes but-“

“I think you gave up too quickly.”

“What?” Your eyes bug out of your head, and you hear Jimin snigger from beside you, collapsing onto the rug, sandy blonde hair covering his face.

“What else did you tell him?”

You try to ignore Jimin’s wails of laughter, “I told him that he blew his chance by being himself. And that he’s a pathetic womanizer…something like that.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, you really deflated his ego,” Jimin wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I think you should shut the fuck up Jimin. Taehyung, it isn’t my job to inflate his ego and I only spoke the truth,” you shrug.

“Yeah, but you gave up too easily. He didn’t even get a proper chance, the poor guy.”

You open your mouth to counter, but he cuts you off.

“It’s up to you, but I think you should speak to him on Monday.”

“What should I say?”

He shrugs, “just think about everything. From the very beginning. Think about how he said he’ll prove to you that he’s changed and you didn’t even give him twenty-four hours before you gave up.”

A few minutes pass as you take his words in.

“Up to you, of course.”

Maybe you were a little harsh.

Monday rolls by and after thinking it through literally the entire weekend, you decided that the next time you see Jungkook, you’ll talk to him and apologize for blowing him off but you won’t apologize for the way you reacted when he held you like that. You aren’t one of his hook ups.

You sit at your desk, answering a few emails and browsing the sales that took place after the gallery opening, Taehyung pops into your office, whispering as he goes.

“He’s here, if you wanna…”

“I’ll just wait for him to come here, he’ll definitely pay me a visit.”

Nodding, he exits the room and you take the opportunity to touch up your lipstick before Jungkook enters.

Five minutes turn into ten into twenty into thirty minutes waiting for him to walk into your office. You get restless and decide to take your lunch break now.

Walking down the small hallway, you see Taehyung and Namjoon, who look like they’re deep in conversation as they stare at the computer screen.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.”

You lean in close to Taehyung, “where’s Jungkook?”

“He didn’t come to see you?”

You shake your head.

“Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.”

Oh.

“Okay, I’m gonna head out for lunch.”

Walking out the double doors, you can’t help but think that it’s odd that he didn’t come to see you. The one week you spent working at Euphoria was filled with him pestering you at any chance he can get.

You’ll just wait for tomorrow.

-

The week is over, and you didn’t see Jungkook once, he always leaves before you get to see him. Work is getting even more stressful with thousands of submissions from artists looking for representation. Taehyung and Namjoon deal with the hectic parts of it but you still have to find a way to ensure that each artist is dealt with when it comes to showcasing their work.

It’s two weeks later when you finally see him, but his behavior has you feeling a little edgy.

You were talking to Namjoon about the next exhibition when you see him enter, he nods to everyone but completely ignores you and you can’t help but feel a little angry at that. He’s pretending that you don’t exist because he did something wrong? That can’t be right.

Maybe what you said to him that day really hit a sore spot?

You huff, walking over to him, ponytail swishing behind you as your heels click with each step.

“Hey Jungkook.”

He keeps his eyes on some papers as he stands at the reception desk, “Hello Y/N.”

“How are you?”

“Superb. And you?”

“Good.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes,” you clear you throat, “you can start by telling me why you’ve been avoiding him since the opening.”

He drops his pen, eyes still not meeting yours, “why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“I-“

“Or you can’t because you’re you, right? So entitled, such a goody two shoes, never makes any mistakes.”

His eyes finally bore into yours and you feel your cheeks heat, grimacing at his tone.

“What are you talking about? You have no right to be angry with me.”

“I have no right?” He takes a step forward so he’s towering over you, you gulp, “I asked for a chance and you took the first opportunity to call it a day. I told you that I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. Then you insult me, you don’t even know me anymore just like I don’t know you.”

You open your mouth to speak, even though you have no idea what will come out, but he speaks before you.

“I know that I’ve fucked up in the past but I’m not the same guy anymore Y/N.”

“You sure?” You cock an eyebrow and he raises his own in question.

“Literally everyone knows that you sleep around.”

“Yes I do, I sleep around, I fuck who I want whenever I want. But I’ve never cheated in my entire life. And the last time I actually wanted a relationship was with you.”

His eyes soften as he continues, you can feel the blood rush to your ears, slowly slipping under his hold that seems so intoxicating.

“I know that you’re guarded, I know that you’re finding it hard to trust me again but I promise, none of the women I’ve been with ever came close to you,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

He lifts his hand to hold your shoulder but lets it fall to his side.

“Would you mind giving me another chance?”

You bite your lip in contemplation, his beady doe-eyes patiently waiting for your answer. You did feel guilty after that night, not only because of the talk you had with Taehyung, but because you regretted saying those things to him as soon as it left your lips.

He can sense your hesitation and he sighs, taking a step away from and you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine.

“I’m leaving for Tokyo tomorrow, for a week before the next exhibition. I’m going alone but if you want,” his eyes search yours, “you can come with. Bring your work along.”

He gathers his files and walks out, leaving you a little lightheaded with his scent still lingering around and his words still nudging into your heart.

You pace around your room, phone in hand. It’s easy for you to just call and tell him that you’ll go with him but at the same time, it isn’t. Someone who caused you years of heartache, is asking for another chance. Can you risk it? Are you willing to take that chance?

Thinking of what Taehyung and Jimin had kept saying, you groan, flopping down on your bed as you chew on your lip. Maybe it was meant for you to be together now? When you’re older and more experienced. If you didn’t break up all those years ago, he would’ve probably been bored of you now if not earlier.

Sitting up and folding your legs under your body, you make up your mind.

He answers after the third ring and suddenly, you completely forget the reason why you dialled his number in the first place.

“Hello?”

You shut your eyes, “hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You hear his clear chuckle filter through the speaker, causing your stomach to do backflips.

“Made up your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And…I’ll come with,” you twiddle with a strand of hair.

“Really?”

You can literally hear the happiness in his voice, and it makes you smile too.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll book your ticket and fetch you tomorrow at 3PM, okay?”

“Okay.”

“God, thank you Y/N.”

“For?”

“For giving me another chance, even though I don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “bye Jungkook.”

“Bye Y/N~”

Tossing your phone on the bed, you jump and down, trying to let out the excitement and nerves. Then you smooth your hands down your nightgown, inhaling deeply.

You hope you aren’t making a terrible mistake.

By the time you arrive and get settled in at the hotel, it’s already dinner time and Jungkook shoots you a text to inform you that he’ll meet you downstairs, so you can eat together. You’re a little nervous, no, you’re extremely nervous and you have no idea what to wear to dinner, so you opt for a black strappy dress that sits mid-thigh.

Jungkook’s room is right next to yours, so when you finally leave your room, you see him doing the same and he does a double take, eyes sweeping over your figure, making you blush as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He was never good at hiding his emotions.

He pokes out his elbow for you to shove your hand into the small gap, smiling at him as you wait for the elevator.

“You look amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you admire his black dress pants and shirt tucked in, sticking to his slim waist, “you too.”

“Thanks,” he ushers you into the elevator, palm at the small of your back.

It’s quiet as you go down, watching the numbers change on the small screen, waiting for 1 to appear. The elevator doors open with a ding and he takes your hand in his again, walking along the glossy floors as you take the turn in through the restaurant, warm air hitting your face while he chats to the hostess.

“Right this way,” you follow her as she takes you to a seat right at the back of the restaurant, a cozy table with Jeon printed on a white card.

“We’ll be with you shortly,” she bows and makes her way back to the front.

Jungkook pulls your chair out for you and pushes it in as you sit, he takes the seat opposite you.

You find yourself in a similar position to the other night, except you’re in much fancier clothes at a fancier restaurant and you’re aren’t having an internal debate as you watch the man in front of you.

“Let’s order, then we can talk about whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Whatever Iwant?”

He nods, “whatever you want.”

“What if you don’t like what I talk about?” You poke, the yellow lighting making a sunset form in his eyes as he leans forward.

“I’ll still let you talk,” he shrugs, gesturing to the menu in front of you.

You order and eat, and it’s quiet again, the same recurring quiet that settles between the two of you. Glancing at him, you see he’s already watching you.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for you to talk.”

“Oh,” you take a sip of your drink, “well I do have a lot of things I want to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

You think about your conversation the other day, the one that was cut short.

“What made you change your mind about joining your father’s business?”

He purses his lips, takes a swig of his own drink then wipes his mouth.

“I felt like it was the right thing to do.”

“And abandon your dreams?”

“I agreed to go to business school all those years ago for a reason, Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “and I didn’t abandon my dreams.”

You place your arms on the table and lean forward, “really?”

“Yeah.”

“You did tell me that you opened the gallery to sell other’s art, even if you can’t sell yours. When that was your dream, to let the world appreciate the emotion that spills in the form of color on a canvas.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, not the kind you see every day, but a different one. And you realize that you remembered his words after all these years, like he whispered them to you just yesterday.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze still piercing into yours and you feel a throb in your abdomen as his tongue runs over his lower lip.

“I will, when the time is right.”

“No better time than now,” you shrug.

“Yes, no better time than now,” he repeats, and you see the smirk form on his face, the hidden implication becoming clear to you.

The hostess had come to your table to inform you that the restaurant will be closing soon, and you’re shocked when you notice that it’s after midnight, you had spent hours chatting to Jungkook about the past, the future and Euphoria.

You’re a little buzzed from the champagne but you manage to make it to your room door, Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as yours is curled around his neck, no objections from you this time.

You lean on the doorframe, giving Jungkook a giddy smile as he opens his door, the feelings that were dulled by grey clouds and chilly weather are now being refreshed with the rain and sunlight, making the corners of your mouth stretch until it hurts.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, shooting you a wink that makes you clench your thighs together. God, how long has it been since you last got laid?

“Aren’t you gonna come in,” you’re hearing yourself say, pointing to your bed. Maybe you’re NOT a little buzzed.

He walks over to you, and you straighten your posture, breath coming out in pants.

“Maybe some other time,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he dips his head and you shut your eyes, puckering your lips only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth, a bewildered look on your face.

He places his hand on your back again and gives you a gentle shove, you stumble into your room. He grabs the handle of the door and pulls it shut behind you.

For his own sanity.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he flings it on the floor, chest heaving as he lays on his back, hands coming to remove his belt.

That was probably the hardest thing he has ever done in his entire life. His dick is the hardest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life as it springs from his underwear.

Throwing his head back against the soft pillows, he shuts his eyes, thinking of your sweet smile, your laughter playing in his head like a broken record.

Curling his fingers around his shaft, he hisses as he pumps his length, precum smearing everywhere as he thrusts into his hand, the curve of your waist flashing behind his lids, the sound of his name escaping your lips filling his ears. He fists his dick erratically, twisting around his head as he digs his teeth into his lower lip, imagining it was your tight pussy instead of his hand, warm walls gripping him like a vice.

He cries out your name, hips lifting of the bed as he fucks into his fist, heat shooting through his body as his dick twitches, trying to remember the way your tight pussy felt. Oh, the first time, it felt like heaven and it just kept getting better each time.

With a few more pumps, he cums all over his stomach and hand, curses filling the air as he cracks his eyes open, your face the only thing enshrouding his mind.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard and fast from just his hand.

Cleaning himself up, the thought of you never slipping, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for you again. The way you both just click in ways he never did with anyone else. He was a dumb asshole for letting you go all those years ago. But now he knows for sure.

He cares about you, he wants you to be his, he wants you more than anything in the world.

As he catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, the upper part of his body a bright pink, he knows he can’t fuck this up.

The next morning, you decide to do a little shopping to pass your time. Jungkook had informed you that he’ll be extremely busy this morning as he has to meet with a few clients and business partners. Obviously, your schedule here doesn’t revolve around him, you also want to do a little sightseeing of your own.

After hours of shopping and squeezing your wallet, you take a break on the bench in front of a pretty water fountain near the hotel, soaking in the sunlight as butterflies float around you, unfamiliar voices filling the silence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You lift your head to stare at the man with the raspy voice, but the sun blinds you.

“Yeah,” you reply as he sits down next to you.

You clutch your purse closer to you and it seems like he notices your action, a chuckle, deep and throaty, reaches your ears.

“I come in peace,” he laughs and you finally turn your head to look at him.

Blond hair, pushed back, making it easier for you to notice two cat-like eyes blinking back at you, pink lips set in a pout, he speaks again, and you realize that it’s just the way they’re molded, he isn’t pouting. He’s…attractive.

“You’re not from here,” he inquires, and you think that a man with such soft features couldn’t possible be a murderer, right?

“No, you?”

“Nah, Seoul, actually.”

“I work there,” you add, keeping your eyes on the trickling water.

“So, you’re here on holiday?”

“Guess so.”

You see him nod from your periphery and you think he’s done but he continues to speak.

“I’m actually here for some business, I’m an online art curator.”

That catches your attention.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Kind of like-“

“I know what that is, I work in an art gallery.”

He whips his head to look at you and you do the same, the sun making his unbelievably clear skin glow.

“Really?”

You nod, and he thrusts his hand in your direction.

“Min Yoongi.”

You give him your name and he smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“So which gallery do you work for?”

“Euphoria Gallery.”

“In Seoul?”

“Yeah,” you respond, seeing a quizzical look appear on his face so you continue, “it opened a few weeks ago.”

“Ahhh,” his eyes widen a little in understanding, “I haven’t been to Seoul in over two months.”

It’s silent for a while and you think he might be done with his interrogation but obviously he isn’t.

“So what do you do there?”

You look at him again, a serious look on his face and you think you might answer a few more before you head back to the hotel.

“I’m actually the Marketing Manager.”

“Oh, so you’re actually more on the business side.”

“Guess you can say that.”

You pat your thighs then stand, carrying all your shopping bags in one hand while the other rummages through your purse for your phone.

“You’re staying at this hotel?”

You nod politely at the inquisitive man.

“Me too,” he springs up from the bench, the motion causing you to jump back a bit and drop a few of your bags.

He bends down to pick them up and you do the same, your fingers brushing each other, and you blush from the proximity, his woody scent surrounding you.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“These are heavy,” he hooks a few into his left hand and you watch his muscles flex as he stands up to his full height.

“Okay,” you shrug, letting him follow you back to the hotel but before you can head to the elevators, something catches your eye and you stop walking, the blond behind you huffing as he bumps into your back.

“I’m sorry, could you just wait for a minute.”

He nods, sitting down on the couches not too far away.

Poking your head around the corner, you see Jungkook with his side leaning on a counter, smile in place as he talks to a tall woman, she giggles and flicks her hair over her shoulder, swaying over the small space as he places his hand on her neck, fiddling with her necklace.

You swallow, feeling your throat constrict, tears blurring your vision. Backing away from the wall, the terrifying thought that this was all a mistake crosses your mind. Your back hits something warm and hard and you turn around to see the man from earlier, your shopping bags still in hand.

“Are you okay?”

You blink away the tears, smiling at him, “yeah uhm…”

You look up at him again; he’s damn good-looking, just your type and helpful. His job is even in the same field as yours. You aren’t going to hold back because of an asshole like Jungkook anymore, he can take his chance and stick it.

“I’m gonna take these up,” you struggle to take them in both your hands, “if you want, we can chat a little about the gallery.”

His eyebrows raise, gums being exposed as he smiles, “yeah sure sure. I’ll wait here for you.”

He sits down on the couch again and you smile, running your hand along his back as you make your way to the elevators, “see you in bit Yoongi.”

You’re trying to focus on what Yoongi’s saying but your mind keeps taking you back to Jungkook and how you fell for him yet again, how you’re hurting yet again. You should’ve known that it won’t be easy for him to just ditch his shitty ways, you hold back a sob.

“So, I told him that I can’t take his offer because I’m actually starting a website-“

Yoongi seems interesting, but your eyes keep travelling to his arms down to the tips of his fingers. He has such pretty fingers to go with his muscular arms, Rolex moving with his hand as they track his words. It seems like you’re looking for anything to distract you from the dick that is Jungkook.

“Y/N?”

You lift your head to see Jungkook standing near the couches where you and Yoongi sit, he has one hand behind his back and you give him a clueless smile.

“Oh, hey Jungkook. This is Yoongi, he’s an art curator.” You let your knee brush against Yoongi’s, seeing Jungkook’s gaze follow the movement.

Yoongi stands to shake Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you Jungkook.”

Jungkook gives him a discerning look, then smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“So, you’re an art curator? Y/N here must’ve told you about the new gallery I’ve just opened.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle flex.

“I actually handle a website based on my job.”

Jungkook nods, “maybe you should visit us in Seoul…”

And just like that, Jungkook hijacks your conversation with Yoongi while you sit slack-jawed, both men completely disregarding you, Yoongi even turning his back to you as he talks to Jungkook. Jungkook even gets his number before you and soon, he’s waving goodbyes to the both of you, while you sulk.

Jungkook sighs, “good man. So, you wanna get lunch?”

“Fuck no.” Rushing to the elevators, you turn around to see Jungkook hot on your heels, pushing the elevator button like the side character in a horror movie, you curse when you feel Jungkook behind you.

“Running away from me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

The elevator dings and you walk in, he presses the button for your floor before you can.

“I saw you.”

“Saw me what?”

You look past him and into the elevator mirror, seeing him hold something under his coat, behind his back.

“Cut the crap, Jungkook. You only want to fuck me.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I told you this before-“

“I saw you with that lady, you were laughing with her and and touching her!” You feel the lump build in your throat again as you watch the look of surprise on his face.

After a few minutes, you reach your floor and he grips your wrist, dragging you to his room while you wriggle in his hold.

“Jungkook!”

“Calm down, Y/N,” he yells over your cries, and you have no choice but to follow him in his strong hold, then you see he’s moved the thing that he’s been holding to his front, tucked into his coat. Fuck. What if it’s a gun and he plans on killing you.

He enters the code for his room and pulls you inside, tears painting your cheeks.

“The lady you saw,” he begins, kicking off his shoes then sitting on his bed as he produces a blue velvet box, about the size of a dinner plate, “she’s a jeweller, I called her here. She was showing me all different kinds, but none were to my liking but then I noticed the design that she was wearing and I liked it.”

He opens the box, revealing a white gold necklace, glinting in his bedroom light.

Pulling it out of the box, he holds it in his hands delicately as he walks over to you, standing behind you as he places it on your neck.

“It was for you, Y/N. And I meant it when I said that I changed.”

You’re speechless, looking down to admire the piece of jewellery with diamonds dotting the knots at the centre. Turning around to look at him, he has an exhausted look on his face, one that makes you feel guilty.

“It’s beautiful,” you can’t keep your eyes off of it.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman like you,” he pinches your chin to lift your head up so you’re looking at him, seeing the exhausted look replaced by something fond.

“Things don’t buy my love,” you quip and he hangs his head to laugh.

“I know, but I was hoping that this could sort of be like a promise ring? In the form of a necklace? I’m not good with these things.”

“A promise ring?” You giggle, eyes softening at the way he rubs his neck, reminding you of the boy you fell in love with.

“Y/N I am sorry, but you have to trust me, please. I won’t hurt you again.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. For not believing you.”

“You don’t ever have to be sorry, I fucked up,” he takes your hands in his, placing two sweet kisses on the backs of your hands.

Taking a step forward, your body presses to his as he reaches down to run an index finger down the side of your face, sending tingles up your spine.

Dipping his head, his minty breath fans across your face, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Finally, he closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours as his hands cradle your face. You place your palms on his chest, pushing him so the backs of his knees hit the bed, tumbling down with you on top of him.

Licking into his mouth, his hands travel down your back and to your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan into his mouth as his tongue slides along yours.

“I want you,” you pant, kissing up his neck and sucking the soft skin under his ear, remembering all the spots that gets him going.

He grips your hips, pressing you onto him so you can feel his throbbing member against your core.

“Jungkook,” you whine.

In one swift movement, he flips you over, ridding himself of his coat, shirt and pants while you work on removing your dress and bra.

Once he gets his eyes on your almost-naked body, he groans, his dick twitching in its confines as he takes in the swell of your breasts, greedily palming them as he bends down to take one of your erect nipples into his mouth, slurping noisily as he flicks his tongue, thumb rubbing over the other nipple, making you keen into his touch. They did get bigger.

Reaching down, you’re just as greedy as you palm him through his boxer briefs, humming against your nipple, making your back arch off the bed. With one last bite to your nipple that has you gripping his hair, he comes up to place a searing kiss on your lips, your body feeling hot as arousal pools between your legs.

“Jungkook,” you whisper against his lips, “need you.”

“Yeah?” He searches your eyes, almost urgently, “need me inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip at his words, “wanna cum around your cock.”

His eyebrows raise, “someone’s got a dirty mouth,” he licks a hot stripe up your throat to your lips, “I like it. Makes me want to fuck you senseless.”

You whine, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction but his body between your legs restricts any movement. His eyes flicker to the wet spot growing on your panties and he dips his hand down, rubbing you through the drenched material, hissing when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, you’re fucking soaked for me. Want my cock so bad hmm?”

You nod, the cool necklace around your neck digging into the warmth of your body.

“Let me hear how bad you want my cock,” he dips his hand into your panties, running two fingers along your folds then circling your clit, moving faster as each second passes.

You moan, gripping his shoulders as you rock against his hand, he chuckles as he watches your fucked out expression.

“I said let me hear you.”

He pushes two fingers into you at once, making you dig you nails into his skin as his fingers massage your walls, “hmmf wanna c-cum so b-bad around y-ah!”

He curls his fingers, hitting the exact spot that has you twitching under him, you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want,” he moves his fingers in and out, hooking them and rubbing the pads against that spot that has you a blubbering mess.

“Cock! Want your cock so bad!” You cry, moving your hips in tandem with him movements, the pressure building as you feel your high so close.

Gripping his wrist, you throw your head back and yell his name only for him to pull his fingers out, you whine at the loss, your high was so close.

You watch him pop his fingers into his mouth, groaning in pleasure, “you taste even better.”

“Jungkook, please.”

He removes the last piece of clothing from both your bodies, leaving the necklace on as he leans down to hover over you, pressing just the right amount of weight onto you that has you groaning and gripping his shoulders again.

“You wanted to cum around my cock?” You feel him run the head of his dick along your folds, tapping it against your clit, making you jolt under him.

“Yes,” you whisper, loving the way his muscular chest presses against your soft mounds.

With no warning at all, he pushes into you, dropping his head to your neck as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to his girthy length. With a drawn-out groan, he pulls out of you, only to slam back in, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, making you bite into his shoulder from how good his cock dragging in and out of you feels.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Yeah? You like taking my cock like this?”

He pulls out of you, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap, lifting your hips to position you over his dick, he slams into you as you steady yourself.

“Or like this,” lifting his hips off the bed, he thrusts into you, the new position has him reaching new depths and pressing into that sweet spot.

“Fuck Jungkook, fuck me any way you want,” you yell, pleasure consuming you as he pistons his hips, gripping your waist as he fucks you open.

“Yeah? Any way I want?”

You nod, eyes shut as you throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. He wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but pushing you flat onto the bed with his other hand.

Curling his hand around your thigh, he throws your leg over his shoulder, repeating the action with your other leg as he lets your body fold in half, wrapping both his hands around your throat as he watches his dick move in and out of your tight hole.

Your eyes roll back from the new position, feeling yourself clench around him as he sets a ruthless pace, drawing his hips back and slapping back into you, skin on skin, squelching and low groans filling the air.

“Like this? Yeah? Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna cum?”

Whining, you place your hands around the backs of your knees, holding your legs up as he starts to squeeze around your throat, your boobs bouncing with each thrust, necklace moving around this way and that. He presses his fingers into the sides of your throat, making you feel lightheaded as his cock continues to rub against your walls, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, feeling your body erupt in a wave of tingles as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent moan, you hear a string of curses leave his lips as his own high takes over him, shooting hot ropes into you as you twitch under him.

You open your eyes to take in his expression of pure bliss, heart racing even more at the sight.

Letting go of your throat, he captures your lips in another intense kiss, smoothing your sweaty strands away from your face as he pulls out of you, another whine mingling with his breath, feeling the hot liquid leak out of you.

He lays down next to you, pulling you into him as he studies your face. You break the silence first.

“That was-“

“I love you,” he interrupts.

You blink at him not quite comprehending what he just said but he repeats it, placing kisses all over your face as he chants the words.

“I love you Y/N, so much. You’re the only one for me. I’m going to marry you soon.”

He snuggles into your chest and that last sentence leaves you a little breathless, even more breathless than before. You decide to surrender yourself to him, no hesitation, no ifs or buts. Because it feels right, both your heart and mind are in agreement; it feels right.

Running your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, he lifts his head to stare at you, his arms secured around your back, warm breath hitting your chest, big doe eyes that you could never, ever hate, even if you wanted to, blinking up at you.

“I love you too.”

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