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it never was you

PAIRING ✩ kim seokjin x reader fluff, a bit of angst w.c. approx. 1.5k ♫ it never was you - judy garland

As autumn leaves fall, so does the thought of you in my head.

So, on a sunny Saturday morning, I used your mug instead of mine.

“Jagi! Look there’s an antique store!”

As I drag him into the store, we both look in awe of the hundreds of trinkets and once treasures of people we will never know. Will any of Seokjin and I’s things end up in a place like this? And if they do, would anyone care to take it home with them? Out of my reverie, I turn to look at Seokjin who has taken interest in a mug. It looks like your conventional plain white mug, except for the fact that it looks like it's melting.

“I love it.” He says.

“Me too. It screams you.” And after a beat of silence, we look at each other and laugh. “We should find one for you.” He then lists the most outrageous things a mug can be; its rim shaped like a mouth so it would look hilarious when I hold it up to my lips and drink from it, or maybe a toilet bowl would be nice.

And so, we get lost in the aisles of the store, our list of groceries long forgotten. But after a while, everything I pick up and show him doesn’t seem to be enough.

“I’m beginning to lose hope.” He looks back at me in a flash, with those eyes of his that tells me I’m about to receive a lecture.

“Don’t! We’re are not gonna leave until we find you the perfect mug. Sometimes things lead us into unexpected journeys that we should take, not because we have to reach the end goal, but for what it could teach us, y’know? Like now, aren’t we having so much fun laughing at the weirdest things and what its previous owners could’ve been like? So, when we find that mug of yours, and we bring it home, whenever you’ll use it, you’ll remember this day. The day we weren’t able to get any groceries because you dragged us in here. The day we had so much fun. I’m having so much fun with you. Right now, right here. Aren’t you?”

“You’re unbelievable.” I link my arms on his shoulders and pull him close to me. “I don’t know if that was romantic, or plain annoying how you could say so much about the most ordinary things.” I laugh and peck him on the cheek.

“Well, it’s my charm. It’s why you fell in love with me in the first place.” He starts to brag. And as if there were still space between us, we pull each other impossibly close. Seokjin starts to squint his eyes on something behind me, then ever so graciously pushes me aside and rushes off.

“I found it!” He holds up a cat mug, with its tail acting as the handle. The cat isn’t cute. It looks evil like the stepmother’s cat from Cinderella. But with Seokjin holding it up so high with the brightest smile on his face, it was the most beautiful mug in the world.

When I got ready, I used that yellow sweater of yours that you really like.

Right after dinner, Seokjin’s mother hands him a big blue box with tied with a bright red bow. “Happy Birthday, my son!” along with a kiss on the cheek. He thanks her and unwraps it right away. He pulls out a fluffy knit oversized sweater. The majority of the sweater was mustard yellow, but starts to fade into a pastel yellow towards the bottom.

“Mom! I love it! Did you make this?” He screams while hugging her. “Yes. Though, it took me a while since I wasn’t sure how big you’ve grown.”

“Well, that means we’ll visit often so you’d know.” I chip in. Seokjin’s mother looks at me with adoration and holds my hands. “I would love that.”

And on that very night, he wears the sweater to sleep, saying “It’s cold, and I don’t have any other clothes left.” We’re in his family home. He brought a suitcase. Pretty sure there were enough clothes for him here for a month.

When we got back to Seoul, he would wear it to work every other week. And even on the days when we stayed in and cuddled. By that point, the sweater’s sleeves had gone so loose, I could fit my arms right in while Seokjin was wearing it, and he would still be able to move.

On my way to work, I listened to your songs even though I always fought you for it.

“Seokjin-ah, I love you. But can you please play anything else other than Coldplay?”

“No.”

I reach for his phone and he slaps my hand away. “I’m driving, it’s my music.”

“Pleaaaaase! If you let me play the music, I swear I’ll play Coldplay every ten songs.” He looks at me with doubt, and I try my very best to muster pleading eyes.

“Make it two.” He argues.

“What?! How ‘bout eight?”

“Four?”

“Seven?”

“Four.”

“Five!”

“Fine.” I cheer and connect my phone. True to my word, I did play a Coldplay song every five songs. Soon enough, we arrive at our destination.

“You know…” He starts, and I look at him questioningly.

“I would’ve agreed at ten. I just wanted to rile you up.” I hit his shoulder and he laughs. When we get out of the car, he quickly comes to my side. He holds my hand and gives it a kiss. And in my head, I decide not telling him I could listen to Coldplay all day.

And when I’m about to drift into slumber, I embrace my teddy bear tightly.

The lights and the noise of the fair started to drown out whatever Seokjin was saying. It was my first time going to something like this and I was amazed. Food booths and game booths were littered everywhere, the screams of people on the rides, everything was new and exciting. And so was my relationship with Seokjin. We have been dating for only three months, and so far, it’s been really good. He treats me well, and every conversation we have is smooth and easy. I really think this one might just last.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and look over to see Seokjin’s worried face. “Are you okay? Is it too much? We can leave if you want to, it’s no-” I stop him and assure him everything’s fine, that I was just taking it all in. He tells me again that we can leave whenever I feel uncomfortable.

Seokjin is really sweet.

He holds my hand tightly and we walk along the booths. We opt to try out some food first so we could walk out the grease and sugar from the fair foods. And as soon as we do that, we try out some game booths, one of which was a ring toss. In cliché date fashion, Seokjin promises to win me the huge bear hanging on the booth that may only be five inches shorter than me. I challenge him and say the same.

“Alright, bet. Let’s see who wins first.”

“It’ll be me, by the way. Just letting you know ahead of time.”

“Oh? Is that so? You’re too confident for your own good.”

The young girl manning the booth looks between us and laughs to herself. She gives us the rings and explains the mechanics. As soon as it starts, Seokjin tries his best accompanied with shouts that rivals that of those on the rollercoaster. Though, on my side, I wasn’t also doing well. I was so close to just throwing the rings at the bottles to shatter them. Out of desperation, I nudge Seokjin just to throw him off-balance.

“Yah! Stop cheating!” The young girl starts to worry whether we’re about to destroy her booth and make her lose a job. I go on with the game and win. Seokjin gives me a glare as the girl hands me a bear, not the huge one that looks like it could eat me, but a slightly smaller version with a yellow bowtie.

“He’s ugly. You guys deserve each other.” He jokes. “Really now? I was just thinking how he looks just like you!” I tease him more about being a sore loser, he teases me for being a cheater.

And just from that moment on, I knew my life was about to become brighter, and I started to pray to whatever god was out there in the universe to let me keep him.

Sunday morning has come, too slowly for my liking. I hope the days start to blend into each other, until the day of your return comes as a surprise, as if I wasn't counting every day, minute, and second.

Day after day of trying to imitate your warmth, your joy, and your love, I was nowhere close. All of this, everything, anything; but it never was you. It never was anywhere you.

I have the perfect quote to describe this drabble, it was cute, and sexy, and lovely, all at once. 🥰❤

“You're the second more beautiful person I know”

“And who's the first?”

“Me, of course, have you seen me? Hot damn.”

That's something only Jin could say, like for real. 😂 And yes, babe, you're worldwide handsome for a reason, duhh

There he is, Jin with all of his charm 💗 Amelia that was so so beautiful, loved it. And also, I loved how caring and loving he was towards oc. I mean, can we all have a man like him someday? Seriously!

a dozen tulips. (ksj)

summary. it’s been one year since you married the love of your life, and every day he makes you fall in love with him a little more.

↠ florist + model seokjin x wife!reader ↠ 1756 words ↠ established relationship AU | fluff, implied smut ↠ pg15 | warnings: mentions of a car accident, injuries, reader is insecure about a scar from the accident, implied smut. 

A/N: this is a part of the @ficscafe​ drabble event — prompt 26: “You’re the second most beautiful person I know.” “Huh? Who’s the first?” “Me, of course. Have you seen me? Hot damn.”

for the lovely, fran @ownthesunshine I hope you enjoy! 💘

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Idk why but this picture of Jin was on my mind constantly and honestly, I nearly screamed 🥵

The tension, the chemistry, the unknown background that connects them somehow, you vividly pictured & described every little detail – it's so beautiful. They've got such a long walk ahead and there's probably much progress to be made between the two of them. I mean, it doesn't even feel like a drabble, it's more like a teaser to me that has me already thirsting for more OMFG!!! 😭❤

the king’s daughter | ksj

↠ seokjin x princess!reader ↠ enemies to lovers | royalty AU  ↠ 2506 words ↠ warnings: minor character death, mentions of murder, mentions of arson, violence, oc injures someone, seokjin is a little mean but with good reason.

A/N: okay this is really pure enemies rather than enemies to lovers, but the potential for romance is there 😂 i might end up making a part two but really have no idea when bc i already have so many wips and will need to come up with a whole plot to match what i’ve written here loool. 

i haven’t proofread!! (it’s 2am sorry). also, the banner image is from vikings and in my head, that’s the kind of au i’ve pictured in my mind (idk if anyone’s seen vikings or not!), so it’s not the typical big castle kind of royalty au. the song i listened to is shum by Go_A – it’s eastern european (not northern like vikings) but fits in with the mood for this pretty well (particularly the chase part). 

this drabble includes the prompt: “and yet you’re still here.” for @youwannabelostandnotbefound​​ I hope you enjoy ❤️

“The King is dead!”

Thunderous applause follows, hoots and hollers all rejoicing in your father’s death, with weapons being thrust into the air in time to a chant of freedom. The man with the eagle tattoo, dressed all in leather and gold atop the makeshift throne raises a hand, asking for silence. The crowd follows through… 

Then comes the command you feared the most.

“His daughter still lives! Find her for the sacrifice and you will be rewarded!”

The sound of metal being unsheathed sends shivers down your spine, and it’s the threat of death that keeps you on your feet, moving as far away as you can.

But they’re everywhere. Men and women, warriors and farmers alike, all searching endlessly for you. 

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I opened the same drabble request game a few days ago but no one requested me what I wanted to write the most... so.....

please write a All of the Girls You Loved Before + Jin 😭😭😭😭

Ilysm 💜

all of the girls you loved before | ksj

✰ pairing: seokjin x f!reader (married au) ✰ warnings: fluff; husband! and dad!jin; discussions of and reflections on past relationships and breakups, including teenage romance and long-distance; alcohol; some mild but loving teasing of their children ✰ word count: 2.8k (oops) ✰ notes: thank you for the request, sweet nika! writing inspired by ‘love in the big city’ by sang young park, one of my favorite novels of all time; story inspired by ‘the last’ by wong fu productions (LMAO throwback). not quite sure how i feel about this type of story (where the women in his past exist solely as one-dimensional character development tools lmao) but i think it turned out okay in the end. also, you may all blame @daechwitatamic for the dad!jin brainrot. thanks

✰ listened to: all of the girls you loved before - taylor swift

—

“Seokjin.” You cross your arms in the doorway. “Honey, the movers are going to be here in an hour—“

He jumps. Glances over his shoulder, looking caught. "I know, I know, I'm just finishing up here.”

"What are you even looking at?" You venture into the room, surveying the scene in front of you. Seokjin's sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of your bedroom, right where the foot of the bed used to be. Instead of packing away the last of his clothing as instructed, though, he has a shoebox open in front of him.

Around it, spilling out of it, spread all over the floor—letters. Notes on pink, yellow, blue stationery, some folded into hearts, some spread open, crowded with bubbly handwriting and doodled hearts. Photos, film prints to Polaroids to strips from the old-school purikura booths that you'd frequent in high school. Little trinkets and souvenirs, too, like Lotte World tickets, keychains, and receipts. He keeps a wary eye on you as you approach.

"What... oh, my god, is that—"

"Me and Nabi," he says. He rests a hand on the old photo, faded a bit with age. In it, an adorable, seventeen-year-old Seokjin is smiling in front of a bowling alley, his arm around a girl you'd both gone to hagwon with back in high school.

"I took this photo," you say, folding yourself down next to him. "I remember this. I didn't know you've been keeping all of these...."

You take a closer look at everything spread out in front of him. They're all mementos of Seokjin's past relationships, you realize. Letters from girls named Dahye, Eunkyo, Chaewon. Photos under cherry blossoms, in lecture halls, in pubs. A pencil sketch of Seokjin's profile, in blurred strokes. All of them kept in a nondescript shoebox, one that had been gathering dust on the highest shelf in your shared wardrobe for years but that you'd never really bothered to investigate.

You realize Seokjin's watching you carefully—gauging your reaction, it seems, the tips of his ears turning red. "What?" you ask, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "Were you worried I'd be upset?"

"Not worried, exactly," Seokjin says. He absently rests a hand on your thigh, letting his thumb trace little circles on the exposed skin there. "But... yeah, maybe not the reaction I was expecting?"

You understand what he means—anyone would be concerned about their spouse coming across a box full of keepsakes from their past relationships. But you know Seokjin. Know that he's sentimental even though he comes off as flippant; know that he likes to hold onto pieces of things even when he's left them in the past. 

Know that the union you and Seokjin have is something to which he dedicates himself on a daily basis, and that he's never once given you reason to doubt his commitment to you.

You glance at your phone. "Well... we have some time." You pull a handful of the photos toward you, loop an arm through your husband’s, and rest your cheek on his shoulder. “Want to tell me about these girls?"

—

The first girl I loved was Nabi.

You know Nabi. We all went to the same hagwon together, and you'd always sit in the front row because you were a huge nerd—yah!—but Nabi and I.... Well, we were a bit less devoted to our studies, let's say. And you know how some of us would go out, get dinner after class? Nabi always tagged along whenever she knew I was going. I suppose I've always been irresistible—yah, why are you laughing?!

Teenage love.... I know you didn't have your first real relationship until college, and maybe what I had with Nabi wasn’t quite real, either. But I really did love her. Or maybe I was just in love with the feeling of being loved. I know it's hard to believe, seeing how dashing I look here, but I really didn't think much of myself back then. I suppose a lot of teenagers don't—it's a horrible time, with all the stress of the CSATs and college admissions and growing into our own skin. But it did feel nice to be admired. To know that someone liked me for me, and not for what I did or didn't accomplish.

Teenage love is so uncomplicated, isn't it? All you have to do is hold hands, daydream, buy each other little trinkets and delude yourselves into romance. Nabi was sweet. And all we did was meet at the playground and pass notes in class—and take photos at the bowling alley, I guess—but she meant a lot to me at that time.

You know how it goes, though. Girls are fickle—yah, why do you keep hitting me!—and someone else eventually caught her eye. We only dated a few months, but I was ridiculously devastated. I got over it soon enough, and it was good that we ended things, because we were just two foolish kids playing at a relationship.

But she was special to me, at one point in my life. She was the first person to show me what that kind of love felt like.

—

The second girl I loved was Chaewon.

Whatever we had was brief, just a month or two in the winter before we enrolled in university. She was my mom's friend's daughter, lived two floors up from us, so naturally we had to keep things secret.

I was still too shy to do much of anything with her. But I remember this one night—the first snowfall, and she insisted that we go watch it together. Something about the person you watch the first snowfall with being the love of your life, right? So we held hands and took the night bus to this lookout point, but the snow didn't end up falling that night. I laughed, but she was really upset about it—yah, stop hitting me, I was just a kid!

My mother eventually caught us outside the building and gave me an earful. Lectured me for hours, then forced me to break up. I don’t remember much about it, but the one thing she told me that really stuck was that I wasn't good enough for someone like Chaewon.

I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me—I think she was right, in some ways. I acted like a kid, still. Immature for my age, not great at school. But Chaewon was more mature than I was, much smarter, and came from a better family to boot. I wasn't much compared to her, at least on paper. 

The words hurt at the time, but I knew she was wrong. It didn't matter to me or to Chaewon who our families were or how much money we had or who did better at school. We liked each other—loved each other, even, in the way we thought of love back then—and that was enough. Love is so difficult when you introduce too many factors. Can’t it just be enough to love? Why do we make it so hard for ourselves?

That love came at an important point in my life: at the cusp of adulthood. I wasn’t a child anymore, but I wasn’t quite grown yet—I’d disabused myself of childlike notions of soulmates and romance, but I still held on to a bit of hope. Or maybe I should call it naïveté, because I simply didn’t know that love took work. That it's not so easy to love someone else in this world.

Anyway, my mother’s words motivated me to do better once I reached university. To become someone that she could be proud of, someday.

—

The third girl I loved was Dahye.

You know Dahye—we met her at the last reunion. I met her for the first time at our freshman orientation. A group of us went out for drinks at the start of the term, and there she was. You know how shy I can be around new people, right? Well, I was being Classic Seokjin that night. Red ears, red face, couldn’t stomach a thing because I was so nervous. And here was this pretty girl sitting across from me, pouring me drinks with two hands even though we were the same age. I walked her home afterward even though I was plastered, and apparently I kissed her in front of the bus station—yah, don’t worry, it was consensual!

I was learning what it meant to be a real man at that age, living out of home on my own. I learned how to do my own laundry, find my own way around the city, make my own doctor’s appointments. You see this extremely good-looking, capable man sitting in front of you now, and you must wonder how he was ever incompetent—okay, fine, I’ll be serious—but it’s really thanks to her. I felt the need to show her that I was grown up. Responsible. I learned that I should offer to walk girls home at night. That I should pay the bill at dinner. That I should text her good morning. Little things like that, things that no one seems to teach you but everyone knows anyway. I couldn’t be a clueless, insolent kid forever.

We dated for quite a while. A couple of years, give or take. I’m sure we both were at fault for the breakup, but the gist of it is that I felt she was too controlling, and she felt I wasn’t doing enough for her. That’s fair, because I was working a ton back then. Interning, part-time jobs, studying. I focused so much on making myself a person worthy of admiration that I forgot who I was doing it all for. But at times, it seemed like she wanted an entirely different person and didn’t love me for who I actually was. We’d have terrible arguments over the phone, and I’d wake up next to her in the morning but still feel alone.

I was the one to finally end things. She taught me a lot, but in the end, I had to teach myself to be brave enough to say goodbye. I’d grown comfortable with her presence, and I can imagine a life in which we carried on like that forever, not totally satisfied with each other, only staying together because we’d already been together for so long.

But I knew it wasn’t right, and it would be best if we both moved on. If we both found the person we truly deserved to love. 

—

The fourth girl I loved was Eunkyo.

I met her on a blind date, actually, just out of school. My mother, convinced I'd be single forever, had set me up with a daughter of one of her church friends. I only went to please my mother, so you can imagine my surprise when this woman and I hit it off.

She was a year my junior, so still in school. Studied art, and she'd get paint stains all over my clothes and my car. But I didn't really mind. I was working some horribly depressing entry-level finance job at the time, a regular cog in the machine, and she brought color to my life. 

I confused domesticity for permanence, then. We basically lived together even though she was still in school, and she was busy, but she still made time to pack my lunch, and make me dinner, and sometimes even ironed my shirts. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I liked being taken care of, but worried that it was something she felt like she had to do, instead of something she wanted to do. But I accepted that this was her way of showing love to me, and tried to reciprocate it as best as I could. I hated myself for thinking it, but I imagined this was what marriage would be like, and imagined that she could be my wife someday.

Reality hit eventually, though, and once Eunkyo was done with school, she was offered a prestigious post-grad fellowship in New York. I didn't want her to go, of course, and looking back that was selfish of me. But I wasn't going to hold her back. I told her to go—that she couldn't turn down an opportunity like this, and that we would try to make it work. So she left, and I stayed.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't go very well. The time zones are nearly polar opposites, and she was so busy, and I was neck-deep in grunt work for the company. We always seemed to miss each other's calls. I'd send flowers for Valentine's Day that arrived two days late. She'd send a message that somehow never got to me until I was asleep. Little things like that built up, and eventually, on one of her trips back to visit Korea, we agreed to end it.

I don't regret telling her to go to New York, because I don't think I could have lived with myself if she had given up this huge step in her career for me. But still, I wondered a lot in the months after whether things could have been different. Maybe if I'd gone to New York with her, or if I'd prioritized her over my job, we could have made it work.

Later, though, I came to realize that there was a reason everything happened the way that it did. I learned to let go of things out of my control, especially the mistakes I'd made in my past. It was a painful heartbreak, but I knew everything would work out in the end. It did for her, too—the last I heard, she wound up moving to Paris and becoming a prominent artist there.

I loved her at one time, yes, but I learned that love isn't immune to timing and circumstance. And I learned how to make an effort for the person I love, but that I can’t force something that was never going to work anyway.

—

“I lied, earlier. When I said Nabi was the first girl I loved.”

You glance at Seokjin curiously. “Hmm?”

“The first girl I loved,” he says—soft, deliberate, turning to face you, “was this unbelievably huge nerd who sat in the first row of our hagwon classes. She loved photography. Always had a film camera around her neck, so she'd run around taking pictures of us, of her friends. I thought it was adorable.”

You breathe a laugh. Feel your cheeks growing warm, even as you roll your eyes. “Please stop talking.”

“She never gave me a second glance, though,” he continues, as if you haven’t spoken. He reaches for one of your hands, lacing his fingers through yours. “She was too smart for that. She actually didn't notice me until much, much later, when we were both adults, and we happened to meet again at a friend’s wedding. But… I’m glad she didn’t see me back then.” He leans in, touching his forehead to yours, and you feel your cheeks growing even hotter. “Because imagine if she dated me before I became the drop-dead gorgeous, perfect guy I was when we met—“

“Umma! Appa!”

You both jump apart and look up, startled. Standing in the doorway are Yerin and Yeseong—or, as you and Seokjin like to call them, Chaos Demons One and Two. “Umma,” your five-year-old whines, racing to climb into your lap, “Noona said you aren’t taking me with you when you go to the new house.”

“Not true,” seven-year-old Yerin insists, throwing her arms around her father’s neck, at the same time Seokjin gasps dramatically and says, “Yerin-ah, that was supposed to be a secret!”

You roll your eyes as your son’s lip quivers, threatening tears—and as Seokjin and Yerin visibly fight their mirth. “Okay, okay, knock it off. Yerin-ah, stop teasing your brother. Did you finish packing your toys like Umma asked?”

“Well—“

“Go. Run along. The movers are going to be here soon.”

Yerin obediently departs for her room, her little brother trailing after her like a shadow. The second they’re safely out of earshot, you smack Seokjin’s arm.

“Yah!” he yelps, indignant. 

“Yah you! Would you quit traumatizing our offspr—“

Before you can even finish your sentence, Seokjin’s impossibly soft lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up. 

You wonder how he manages to make every kiss feel like it’s the first. How the stars managed to align so that his past and yours, two parallel lines, wound up converging in the end. How he managed to find a path, despite all the dead-end streets, back to you.

He tastes like morning coffee. Like home. Like your forever.

[♡] he will never forget the way his heart stopped beating when he saw you coming out of work crying your heart out, and he lets you cry, even though his arms itched to hug you and he felt desperate to feel you even closer, he knew you needed your time to recompose and you never liked to be hugged unless you asked for.

and when he takes you to your favourite restaurant for date night, after a few silent minutes interrupted by your occasional sniffling, to hear your shy chuckles after a dumb joke that spilled from his lips, felt relieving, to say the least. he cleans the last set of tears still showing on the apple of your cheeks and with both hands gently pushes your hair behind your shoulders to let your cheeks breathe a little, a tiny shiver overtaking your body for a moment as a response.

"i love you so much, please don't ever cry again. you break my heart into a million pieces when you do" you nod to his words with another sniff and smile to him once he starts bringing bits and pieces of his food to the plate in front of you.

and seokjin makes sure that you leave the restaurant with your stomach full of food and feeling like things could get better, his arm around your shoulders letting you know that you're safe, at least when you're with him.

[♡] it can be scary; the way flowers quickly bloom inside your chest at seeing him glowing with happiness and surrounded by his family, but you don't even care about it. you'd chastised yourself more than enough already for being a coward and not coming over sooner once you realised how easy-going everyone can be and how happy seokjin is to finally have someone by his side on sunday barbeques. realising that meeting the parents was nothing like you'd imagined yourself in your head was certainly a relief, and you were now hoping for this to become a regular thing; shared over a nice dinner at night in the middle of summer when lovely breezes are needed and appreciated the most, or during lazy brunches that shouldn't be labelled as lazy cause seokjin's mom will always make sure to prepare a whole buffet that rises to the occasion.

you finally get the answer to all of your questions regarding where does seokjin's out of this world charms come from.. and it's not a surprise to find his family as the culprit. every member of the kim family was charming and magnetic, and they all were so kind; they didn't hesitate to make you feel like home from the instant you arrived.

sitting at the table today feels like an honor you feel like you don't deserve. you're enamoured by the way both seokjin's parents are so loving towards each other and the way only seokjin can make his father laugh until he's panting with just a few words. there's so much love in this simple backyard and this was just a normal sunday afternoon for them.

it makes you realize that this is what you want for your happy ending. your whole life passing by and not a single regret because there's no time to even think about that; instead choosing to stay on the present and enjoy the moment with the man you now realise you want to be with forever. it's an idea it had never crossed your mind even though you can imagine yourself growing older with him, and it doesn't take too long for your mind to jump into a hundred different places with this simple dose of serotonin rushing through your body as a motivator.

you're lucky enough to be able to watch seokjin from a distance playing with his one and only niece; the tiny creature being lucky enough to be the first baby of the family and the most spoiled; and you watch the cute interaction between her and your boyfriend, who assists her while she tries to walk through the whole backyard, praises falling out of his mouth endlessly, laced with so much love and adoration just for her.

and when it's time to pick the table up and do the dishes in the kitchen, your heart beats faster from how happy you felt while sharing this few minutes with seokjin's mom and his sister-in-law, who don't forget to remind you that you were the first girl seokjin ever brought home, and even receiving a nice hug as an approval from his mom made you laugh with excitement.

"what are you ladies giggling so much about?" his arms embrace you from behind and he wastes no time in giving you a gentle smooch on the side of your face. you offer him a smile while drowning in the feeling that it is being so loved. his mom is looking at you both smiling from ear to ear, the nice velvety red lipstick adorning her lips enhancing her ageless beauty in the most graceful and classiest of ways.

it was once intimidating to even think about meeting his mother, the same one he'd described as the woman of his life and protector of his hopes and dreams, and now that you're sharing this moment with her too, you feel elated. he'd always talked about his mother dearly and you have the fondest memories of finding him in the morning having breakfast while avidly speaking with his mom about the changing seasons and the perfect plants to dress his apartment with.

leaving is not an easy task; his parents insisting for the both of you to stay a little longer and even if they fail at convincing seokjin (who had whined about not being able to spend more time with you during the day) they insist on the both of you taking some (if not most) of the leftovers from lunch. you both end up walking back to his apartment with the biggest smiles on your faces, your applecheeks sunkissed from how much time you'd spent out in the backyard..

yet you don't mind. cause seeing him in a different light, seeing how he had this certain glow in him that not even the shiniest of suns could replicate, made you realise how ready you are for taking another step into your relationship.

you realize that even if youre uncertain about the future and you don't know what might happen, you're not scared. his hand protecting yours was a reminder that whatever direction you were going, you'd do it together. always.

[♡] you had been patient. you had waited and waited. one month away from him with hundred of miles in between? sure, you can wait. little to no communication from how heavy his schedules were? pfft, no worries, you understand. but just when you thought you could finally have him all to yourself, the sudden addition of those 10 days of quarantine made you turn into a crazy woman. you had been through the whole month waiting without a single complain, but your patience has its own limits. you were just this close to start pulling your hair from how desperate you felt, and that's why the minute he comes through that door, you're wearing almost nothing and you want nothing but him.

your plans almost come to a halt when you watch him as he gets his luggage in. he's tired. you can see it in the way his back is hunched as he closes the door and his fringe covers his eyes but not the bags underneath them. but you decide to be selfish for once and still walk to the entryway and hug him as tight as you can, your lips searching for his but falling right onto his jaw when he stumbles from your sudden appearance.

"baby, not now. I'm so tired" you know he is; his tired voice begs you to stop, and his eyes barely look at your way. he knows you so well though; he knows what you want and what your actions mean. but you don't take it personal; if it was under another circumstance, you're confident that seokjin would have jumped your bones, just like you wanted.

"seokjin-ah" it had been years since the last time he even tried to reject your advances. you knew he was tired, rightfully so, but you'd waited for him too. tonight, your rational mind is clouded by neediness and longing for him. that's why you'd prepared everything; from the new sweet perfume you had splurged in, to the lingerie you'd retreated from one of the forgotten boxes from the back of the closet, nevermind the light curls in your hair and the light lipstick on your lips. everything was planned to a tee.

"don't go to sleep yet." he looks at you while unbuttoning his shirt and you cannot help but whine at him. "I'm so tired, baby. You're not understanding me" and as he sits down on the bed to take his socks off, you take the opportunity to crawl behind him and your hands wander off to his wide shoulders like a reflex, massaging his soft skin in the way you know he likes the most. "but I got all pretty for you.. I love you, I missed you" he sighs when your lips start to gift light pecks to his neck, your hands busy going through his fluffy hair.

"don't I look pretty? you haven't looked at me once ever since you got here." the grumble incoming from his chest makes your body turn up its engines. you're so close to make him give in.

"you're always the prettiest." his eyes look at you through the mirror standing right on the side of the bed. "I missed you" you purr at him, your hands finally being able to freely explore his soft torso. you appreciate the warmth of his skin and you moan when he turns around to finally look at your eyes. the light turquoise bustier is finally being appreciated by his own eyes and his hands dare to wander off until they make you melt right onto him. he's right where you want him to be.

"you're a brat, you know that?" he holds your chin with one of his hands and you look at his eyes, the heat in between your legs making it impossible for you to stay still. "welcome home, baby" you giggle and give him the brightest most happiest smile when he flips you over just so that you're right under him. he doesn't say a single word as his left arm extends to turn the lights off. you're so excited.

Jinnie, will you please make a cypher with Taetae?

"If he stops messing up my kitchen, then yes, why not!"

Jinnieeeee, when did you discover the power of having the most handsome face in the world?

"When all the girls and boys started to fall for me ㅋㅋ "

Can you write about Jin teaching reader how to bake? I think it'd be really cute ❤

"Baby girl, nooo..." Seokjin whined, seeing the mess you did on the counter.

He left you for ten minutes alone, when he went to the nearest shop, because you were running out of sugar and toilet paper. When he came back home, he dropped all of the items on the white floor of his kitchen, his mouth wide opened.

You were full of flour, so did the counter and the floor. You stared at your husband, Seokjin and put on for him the most innocent smile you could make. "J-Jinnie..." you said, using your sweetest voice.

"What have you done here?!" He asked, blinking many times, not wanting to belive such a mess is, his usually- so cleaned- beautiful kitchen. He aproched you, action which made you back off one step.

"I-I can explain!" you said, walking some more steps back, while he was getting closer and closer, looking like he is gonna use you as the chopping board. Seokjin reached for you, pulling you to him by your full of dough arm, keeping you close in his warm embrace.

You dropped your spoon, shooked by his suddent behavior. Wrapping your arms around his strong and thick neck, you laughed when he lift you up from the ground, spinning with you, making you scream.

"Seokjin! Put me down!" You said, trying to escape. Seokjin stopped then, pressing his lips on yours, into a sweet and lovely kiss, which blowed your mind every time, his pink and velvety like lips making you feel like in cloud nine.

"Let me teach you, my babygirl. You know I can cook like a master!" He mumbled, between soft pecks on your plushed lips, his big hands on your hips, driving circles with his thumbs on the exposed skin, the rised up t-shirt left.

You frowned. "I can do it myself! I am a big girl!" you frowned more and gave your husband a huge, mad pout. "Do you really want your mom to taste fried cupcakes, with salt?" He titled his head, staring at you, amusement on his face.

"Salt...?" You asked, confused. "No, I used sugar-

Seokjin's beautiful laugh filled up the room, making you want to smack his head. "Yah! Why are you laughing?!" You asked, slightly pushing on his strong shoulder, making him laugh harder.

"You added salt, baby. I went to buy sugar, remember?"

Suddently, you were not sure of your cooking anymore. "Damn it!" You mumbled, propting your hands on your hips, making Seokjin hug you closer. "Let me help you!!!" He whined and started to act like a kid.

"Fine! Fine!" you finally agreed.

The next thing you knew was your ass into the flour, which was messing up his precious counter. Seokjin let your thighs go, before you could realise what he just did. He put you on the counter, right into the flour.

"This is because you messed up my precious kitchen!"

He said, faking a sob.

Author's note: Dear anon who requested this months ago, I AM REALLY SORRY!😭💖 If you are still here, on my small blog, please reply to this post or just sent me an ask!!! I wanna know you!

Okay okay, here I am again and because I am a thirsty needy bitch and I love your writing so damn much, I JUST NEED TO TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO REQUEST SOMETHING, I'M SORRY! 😭🤧💖 Okay, what about a drabble with Jinnie where the reader is shy and inexperienced but they're slowly taking the next step and ending up with a soft but still passionate make out session? The reader is dry humping/grinding on Jin's Lap (his hard cock🙈), whining so sweet and driving Jinnie insane with it~ Thanks💕

Raindrops were falling on the ground , wetting the dust, pleasing the little plants in your garden, which where so thirtsy, since it haven't rained in a while.

While the perfect asmr was playing out your large opened window, you were curled up in yourself, on your L shape, black couch, holding your cute, pink blanket as close as possible, around your shoulders, the coldness of the summer rain, floading to you, from opened glass.

"There you go, jagiya."

You were snapped back to reality by a mug placed in front of your eyes, a veiny hand, with long and slim fingers wrapped around the handle of it, into a firm hold. You inhaled deeply, the little steam coming from the dark coloured liquid, filling your nostrils with a delicious scent.

You let go of the pink blanket you were holding around you, which was actually your boyriend's blanket (he loved pink so much) and took the huge and warm mug into your hands. You blew into the liquid, staring up at your boyfriend, giving him the sweetest smile he was able to see in his entire life.

"Thank you, Jinnie..." you said, pulling on his arm, for him to join you on the couch, which he immediately obeid, resting his back on the armseat, placing you between his muscular thighs, to hug you close to his chest, your chin reaching the place between his collarbones. You tried your best to place the mug on the coffee table, without dropping anything on you two or on the floor.

Seokjin was staring down at you, his chocolate like eyes, scanning your features, a soft smile playing of his lips, admiration ridden on his handsome face. You smiled softly, pecking his lips and shiftening closer, causing one of his thighs to get between yours. Seokjing gripped your ass, squeezing it firmly into his large hands, only to bring you closer of his lips, making you whimper of the pressure caused of his thigh on your clit.

Seokjin captured your mouth into a heated kiss, caressing, sucking and bitting down on your soft lips, pulling each one into his mouth, grazing them with his warm tongue, making you moan into his mouth, your hands founding their way up to his chest, resting on his well defined, strong shoulders. You began grinding on his thigh's muscle, rolling your hips slowly and subtle, opening your mouth for meeting your boyfriend's warm tongue into it.

Caressing your tongue with his, Seokjin was trying to fight for dominance, though it was easily since you were too focused on riding his thigh, to pleasure yourself. "Mgh..." you moaned into his mouth, once more when he flexed the muscle under your bare core, one of his hands lifting up his t-shirt you were using as a pijama pinching your right nipple, playing with the soft flesh between his fingers.

Kissing his way down your jaw, slightly grazing his teeth on the soft flesh, his hands sliding slowly on your waist and resting on your hips, he pushed you downer on his thigh, making you moan a little too loud, a sound which pleased his ears, a smirk quickly appearing on his face.

Seokjin started to move you on his thick thigh, adding the exactly pressure you needed on your throbing clit, with every move of your hips. He was enjoying this more than you, enjoying your beautiful face controlled in pleasure, your pretty lips parted to let out some sweet little sounds and moans, all of these driving him crazy and making his member rock hard into his Balenciaga boxers.

"Fuck, princess! Look at you, playing all innocent all day long, but getting yourself off on my thigh. Such a naughty kitten for me to ravage."

He said, before moving you on top of his member, pushing your panties aside and quickly sliding his hard member inside of you.

Author's note: @tipsydipsydo baby!😭 am so sorry you had to wait this much!!!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!♥️

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do Seokjin with a breeding kink. Like it would be so hot lol. Thank you!

"Is this the rights place?" You asked, scratching softly the soft scalp, behind the ear of your hybrid, earning a soft purr coming from inside of his chest, making him lean into your comfortable touch, pressing his face on the space between your breasts, where he usually loved to hide the whole day, enjoying the warmth of your breasts squeezing his face and the sound of your heart beats.

You smiled to yourself, hand reaching down his torso to his hip, down his well defined vline, caressing his thigh, then going up to the curve of his ass, for holding the base of his tail, watching it shaking under your touch, the soft fur of it rising up, staying tall.

Seokjin hissed on your chest, mouth muffled by one of your breasts, making you grin and stroke the base of his tail with your ringed thumb. Seems like his little fangs appeared, since you could feel them softly piercing the thin material of the night dress you were wearing.

"B-babygirl, don't tease me." He warned you, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your left breast, piercing the cloth and making you to wince in both pain and pleasure. But, his warning only encouraged you to move your hand up and down his black panthera tail. A growl left your hybrid's throat, making your hand freeze in the middle of stroking his fur.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned on the bright purple matters of your bed, hands pinned on either sides of your head, a mad Seokjin staring down at you, his eyes yellow-green sparkling with anger. "I fucking told you to not tease me, brat!" He hissed, showing his panthera fangs to you, his words being sustained by a slap on your naked thigh, the dress revealed.

"Seok- " your words were cut by his mouth capturing yours into a heated kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your wet and warm cave, finding your own muscle, the feeling if his cat like tongue on yours sending a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat straight to your core.

Almost like reading your mind, still while kissing you, Seokjin pushed your lace panties aside, his tip finding its way to rub on your clit, almost making it twitch, causing your hips to rise up, meeting his movements. He growled once more, entering you without a word, cursing under his breath and smirking to himself of how wet you already were. And all for him.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, moving his hips in and out, into a slow motion, driving you crazy already. "So wet and ready for taking your daddy's seed, huh? Ready for taking all of my kittens?" He was smirking, enjoying himself, seeing how you were growing hornier with every dirty phrase he was saying. Rolling his hips into you, Seokjin moaned at the feeling your cunt was giving him, squeezing his hard and long length, coaxing it into your wetness.

Your toes curled when, with a fast and unexpected move, he pushed deeper, burring himself completly into you, not missing your sweet spot. The sound you made, the way you arched your back, throwing your head back, making him understand that he just found your g-spot.

"Here, huh?" He asked, not waiting for an answer, but simply rolling his hips into you, pushing his member deeper and deeper, hitting it rapidly, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-daddy..." you moaned, holding on his strong shoulders.

"Take it. Take my cock, like my little kitten, take it, my little whore, take all of my kittens, let my seed fill up your precious belly, making it round and full of my babies!" He growled low, reaching down to lick a side of your neck, letting go of his warm cum inside of you.

The feeling of his cock twitching into you, strands of cum filling your belly up... then you felt it. Seokjin sinked his fangs into your neck, marking you as his and sending you over the edges, the orgasm making your bidy shake.

Fucking his cum into you, Seokjin licked the mark he left on your neck, smiling and admiring it.

"Now you're mine" he mumbled, pulling his cock out, watching the cum leaking out of your hole, to privide his words.

Author's note: Blessed be every anon who sends me a Seokjin request!👏🏾👏👏🏻

Heyooo, Seokjin, soft dom, also very fluffy? I got a picture in my head that it's morning, cuddly, but ends up with some fluffy smut? 고마워~

Roses and musk. You could feel their scent everywhere. You lifted up your face from your boyfriend's chest, groaning feeling the bright light coming from the window. His chest moved, shaking of laugh and giggles.

"Too early?" He asked, with a hoarse voice, a playful smile playing on his lips. You groaned, pushing your face back to his bare chest, hidding your face of the morning light. Mmm, musk. So this was from the musk scent was coming from. Stroking your nose on his chest, you mumbled:

"You changed your perfume..." and took a huge sniff of it. Jin giggled, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one resting on your hip. You peeked at his beautiful face, still hidden at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling heavy of the good sleep he got last night, his hair messy. Your gaze trailed to his red lips. Getting on top of him, you capturated his bottom lip between yours, gently tugging and sucking on it, making him whimper,not expecting it.

His lips were so full this morning, tempting you to suck on them for hours. As if he read you mind, Seokjin cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing you closer of his mouth, positionating you on top of him, right on his morning wood. Your mouth collided, your lips and tongue danced in tandem, fighting for dominance, until he took control over you and your hips.

With one hand inn your hair, pulling you closer to his mouth, to kiss you breathless, Seokjin guided the movements of your hips, causing your folds to stroke up and down his shaft. You let out a breathless moan, holding on his shoulders, when, with a slow move, he pushed his cock inside, down to base.

"D-Damn, how are you so wet already..." he groaned, his breath hitting your lips, a snap of his hips making you moan out loud. You tried on moving your hips, to get up and sit on his cock, but he pulled you back to him, pulling your hair softly, making you close your eyes and moan. His other hand spanked you ass cheek, grabing the soft flesh into his large hand.

"Let your daddy take care of you, my little Y/N." He whispered, before starting to roll his hips into you, trying to find your spot. While your moans were filling the room, your walls clenched around him, provoking him to push deeper into you.

"O-oh!" You exhaled, eyes wide open. Seokjin smirked. "Did I hit it?" He teased, throwing your head back to attach his soft lips to your skin. He didn even wait for an answer, holding into you more, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses and hot breaths on your skin, Seokjin fastened his peace, pushing his hips against yours, using deep moves and rolls of his hips to drive you crazy and over the edge, sending you into an orgasm, your walls spasming fastly around his length. His cum filled you up.

Breathing hard, you tried to calm down, hiding your face to his neck. Musk again. But where was the roses scent coming from? Rising your head up, you were pleased to see a beautiful orange rose, right under your nose.

"Good morning, my princess." He said, placing a delicate kiss on your forhead.

Can I ask for jinnie our one and only moon jinnie for smth fluffy based on his look in this dynamite era? Thank you so much you're so lovely 🥺

You were feeling so awful. So awful and disappointed in yourself. You couldn't think of anything else but how Seokjin's face probably looked like when he realised you are not coming for his Dynamite photoshoot. You felt so bad, hoping you didn't cause him to mess up the photoshoot, because you called him exactly ten minutes before it started, announcing him how you were not sure if you can make it to his photoshoot.

You were so mad on yourself. Seokjin was always there for you, no matter what the difficulty of the problem was, he was there to sustain you, to hug you, to kiss and calm you down, every time you needed him. Now, you couldn't think of anything else, except such a bad girlfriend you were.

Opening the door to your shared apartment, you let your bag slide from your shoulder, on the floor, taking your shoes off. You lighted up the lights of your apartment and the sight left you breathless.

"Surprise!!!" Seokjin smiled at you. He was dressed up in light blue straight jeans, a wonderful and so expensive colourful shirt was embracing his strong shoulders and torso, giving him a whole disco vibe. Though his colourful and interesting shirt was supposed to capture all of the attention, the highlight of his pretty outfit was his shimmering belt, a brand one, as well as him.

"Come here, babygirl!" He said opening his arms for you to run into them, burrying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing his calming scent, making him smile and caress your hair and spine gently.

"I-I am so damn sorry, Jinnie, so sorry, you know how my boss always keeps me after hours, because she always finds something to scold me about- "

You were cut of by two soft lips pressed against yours. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his plump lips on your own ones, enjoying the well known sensation. You whimpered softly when he nibbled at the soft flesh, pulling it with his teeth, gently.

"Shut up, Y/N..." he muttered, holding you closer and kissing you with so much love and passion. You were practically melting if it wasn't for his strong hold around your waist. His lips and tongue were driving you crazy to the point you forgot what happened that day, you forgot even your own name. All you knew was Seokjin.

When he pulled away, you looked around the room and gasped. Your living room was decorated with sparkly, crazy colours, an old telephone was resting on the table, old games the teenager used to play in the period of 80's, the ones you only saw in the old movies and, oh God, a jukebox.

You let out an excited sound who ended up being more like a high pitched scream. "I can't belive it!!!" You said, spinning around the beautiful aranged room. Seokjin was staring at you, a beautiful and wide smile spreading on his handsome face. "Do you like it?" He asked. Nodding your head, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his thick neck. "Thank you! Thank you so much!!! But why did you do it??" You were curious.

"Because I knew how much you loved our new thematic. So if you can't bring the Prom Queen to her King, move the party in your apartment." He joked, making you pull his hair slightly, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"Now, let me show you some 80's moves."

Author's note: for my lovely Seokjinnie stan, who's also disappointed he didn't have enough lines in the new MV!😭🤧 I am sorry you waited this much, my day was pretty rough, BUT , I hope you enjoyed it!!! ILY♡ @itscalledgayhoney

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Part 1

My Tiny Secret | Index

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

⏤𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokjin x reader

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut, mistress au

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: This story will contain mature content and toxic relationship. If you’re not comfortable with those topics, please don’t read this.

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⏤> 01 | Shame

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⏤> 02 | Secret

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⏤> 03 | Audacity

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⏤> 04 | No Name

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⏤> 05 | Name

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⏤> 06 | First Meet

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⏤> 07| Choice

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⏤> 08 | Home

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⏤> 09 | New Place

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⏤> 10 | Weirdness

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⏤> 11 | Unexpected Visit

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⏤> 12 | Protego

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⏤> 13 | Not Welcomed

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⏤> 14 | Secret’s Out

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⏤> 15 | The Night We Met

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⏤> 16 | We Meet Again

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⏤> 17 | Wine & Pride

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⏤> 18 | Worth It

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⏤> 19 | The Resemblance

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⏤> 20 | First Steps

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⏤> 21 | His Decision

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⏤> 22 | Look At Us Now (FINAL)

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⏤> Christmas Special

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Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader

Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au

Summary: “There’s a story whispered around here. One surrounding the beautifully carved statue of a man at the center of the town. Legend says that when the hand of his true love graces his palm, he shall wake from his cursed marbled slumber. It’s always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friend’s dare.” (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)

Warning(s): mild language

Word Count: 1.8K

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, ...

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The statue was no doubt beautiful. At times, it looked as if it truly was just an incredibly pale living man standing still, transfixed by something the naked eye could not see. Stories, old wives tales, the likes, manifested around it, creeping their way into the homes of every person ‘lucky’ enough to dwell within the town. They graced the tongues of parents at each late night bedtime story to their children, snuck into the early morning gossip of elderly women topping off tea cups, and laid dreamily in the back of every young girl’s mind, each one hoping to be the key to end the curse.

Growing up in this small town, it was hard to ignore the incessant buzz surrounding the terrifyingly detailed slab of marble. However, the challenge intrigued you, spurring you on at a young age to scorn those of ‘childish’-enough mind to ever believe in such nonsense as the ‘Story of the Statue.’ How ridiculous could one be to believe that the statue was once a man, and that the only way to return him to his ‘true form’ was the hand of his ‘one true love?’

If one should believe in such a thing as a living hunk of rock, it would make just as much sense to one day find half the townspeople deep in conversation with their hairbrushes.

Insane is a good way to describe it.

Completely and utterly bonkers another.

Much to your dismay, however, the entire town seemed to believe the exact opposite. Placing your hand upon the statue’s at midday became a reveled ritual for the townspeople. Men and women alike took their chance to entertain the mystery; to indulge in their deepest fantasy of being a part of the magic.

It was this 180 of belief from yours that ended in your own scrutiny. Instead of the ‘magical statue’ being the center of ridicule, it most often times was you. You couldn’t count on your fingers and toes combined the number of times you’d heard your name amongst the petty laughter of your neighbors, or caught the wicked smirks of the other girls your age as they hushed their voices as to be ‘undetected.’

It was painfully obvious that your reluctance to accept what has always been a town tradition made you an outcast amongst them all. The only friend you’d had to stick around being the quiet girl in the house neighboring yours.

In all honesty, she was quite drab at times, most of her vocabulary consisting of the words ‘soulmate,’ ‘statue,’ and ‘magic.’ Yes, she was just as deep into the mess of it all as everyone else, it seemed. As much as it pained you to sit through her lengthy airs on how romantic the whole situation was, that she’d do anything to be the soulmate the man was waiting for, she was the only one that had stuck around to entertain your rants.

Maybe her head was so far in the clouds your negative words never truly reached past the tips of her ears, but you were nonetheless grateful to have someone to at least pretend to listen, and she never made you feel any less-than for having differing opinions. Though, it didn’t stop her from picking fun every now and then, claiming that there must be a small part of you that was even slightly curious.

Her efforts to bring forth the inner-believer in you is what led to the present moment you find yourself in.

The face of utter disgust mixed with slight terror must have looked quite an odd combination for someone about to do the most mundane of things one could do in this particular town. It was as normal as walking your dog, or fetching the mail, yet this was a spectacle most could agree on as being anything but.

The nervousness could not be helped, no matter how desperately you tried to remind yourself that this was nonsense.

An intense burning sensation was the only thing your tingling form could truly comprehend, the eyes of nosy day-goers relishing in the sight of the known town hypocrite about to suddenly go against her beliefs. If anything, you seemed to attract an entire crowd, as if you were the main act in a thrilling road show that would come and go so quickly, the people rushed to witness it before it was gone.

A shooting star, a comet across the night sky, or an eclipse perhaps.

‘Get ahold of yourself,’ you thought, wiping your increasingly sweaty palms across the denim of your jeans.

‘It’s just a silly story, all you have to do is touch it,’ your mind reminded you. The more stares you garnered, the whispers becoming a loud buzz in your ears fighting above the rush of blood pounding through, the more your confidence seemed to crumble.

A tiny speck of a part of you wormed its way up through the depths of your being to call out to the reasonable part of your brain ‘what if it’s true?’

In the unbelievable off-chance that you were wrong, could you deal with the backlash of standing so firmly against it?

As you felt the warm push from the instigator of this whole affair, her face adorned with a slightly amused smirk, you realized that even if this whole story is true, there was no way in the universe that you would ever be the soulmate the story talks about.

Your experience with men is virtually nonexistent. The last time you’d indulged in the whirlwind of possible ‘romance’ had been when your middle school crush had kissed you quickly on the lips after school on a dare, promptly gagging afterwards and swearing to the high heavens that ‘girls are gross.’

Maybe you were traumatized from the whole experience, never mind the fact that the men of your town just weren’t vying for the attention of the town laughingstock, but romantic relationships just weren’t a part of your story.

It didn’t really matter much to you anyways, considering all the eligible men are, have been, and always will be, meager farm boys living off what their ancestors have laid down for them. Not that there was anything innately wrong with that way of life, it just wasn’t what you wanted for yourself and your future.

You have big plans, ones that include getting as far away from this place as possible, and no man was going to get in the way of that.

You’d rather die a painful, lengthy death than be a little hometown wife the rest of your life, reduced to nothing more than mindless cleaning, cooking, and birthing children. To be the ‘property’ of some man that could never understand your true potential; your true worth.

So, despite the twinge of fear lacing the edges of your mind, creating a rigidness in your limbs as you crossed the dirt path to the statue, you rose to the occasion, in a sense.

Maybe this would lay to rest the constant chatter of snobby folk, let them believe that, even for a moment, they’d found a way to manipulate you into their way of thinking. Maybe they’d finally stop whispering petty words when you passed, even begin to accept you into their society, not that you were desperate for that.

Or perhaps, it would give you a little more piece of mind, at least. Quell an unadmitted thirst to understand the hype so you could be completely unattached from this silly thing and hopefully move on with your life.

Those things would not change over the few seconds it would take to finish the deed, but as your mind raced through the possible aftermaths of what you were about to do, a change of sorts had definitely begun.

It was like all of time and space slowed around you. The closer the statue came into your field of vision, it was like entering a tunnel, or vortex, that sucked you in further and blurred reality around you.

And then everything stopped.

There, mere centimeters from you, lie the statue. It’s intricate detail and craftsmanship a new level of divine when admired closely. This was the closest you’d ever been to it and it stole the breath right from your lungs.

It was a strange feeling, mixed with the stares, the heat of the summer day, the nervousness in your belly, and the charge floating through the air. An unnerving mix that, shockingly, calmed the thoughts waging war within you. Like everything was numb, quiet, peaceful almost.

“Just do it already!” A shrill voice called out, followed by the sound of agreement flowing through the crowd. It snapped you from your state, reminding you of the task at hand.

With a little less reluctance than you’d expected, your hand reached out in the direction of the statue’s. Fingers shakily outstretching, all at once, your palm slid into the cool marble one.

It was smooth, yet you could feel every ridge and line like that of a human hand. The cool feeling of the marble against your clammy flesh was surprising considering the temperature the day had suffered through.

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed, breath held, until you opened your eyes upon the exhale, coming face-to-face with...

A statue.

You couldn’t help the anxious giggle that slipped from your lips like a mad woman.

You were right, well, at least that was one possibility. You’d touched the damn thing and nothing happened, just like you’d expected.

So why, among the rush of relief, was there an aftertaste of disappointment on your tongue?

The crowd, mildly satisfied and admittedly bored, had begun to disperse as you stood there, hand still placed in the statue’s.

Even though you’d bit the bullet, gotten it over with, you weren’t sure what to do now that it was done. For some reason, you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away, tell your friend ‘I told you so,’ and get on with your life, finally free of the unknown.

That same familiar warmth that pushed you here found its way back to your shoulder.

“Alright, you’ve proven your point...for now. Let’s go.”

Without turning your head to acknowledge her, you looked up into the face of the hunk of rock. For a fleeting moment, you felt as if you were staring into the eyes of another human being.

Without a word, you slowly turned to retreat back to your home, emotions a frenzy you couldn’t quite understand, let alone share with another soul.

As you began to take that first step away from the thing, your hand slipping carefully out of its grasp, you felt the smallest bit of movement behind you.

Before you could turn around on your own, something warm wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back to face the creation that plagued your mind.

Only, you weren’t met the the stark white of the marble, but the ivory tone of skin. Stiffly sculpted hair now flowing freely, dark, with the wind. Empty, pale eyes now filled with a deep rich brown, struck wide as emotion after emotion swirled within them.

Shouts and gasps echoed throughout the square, eyes of every villager as wide as their gaped mouths, returning to their prior posts, the show ending with a twist no one could have predicted.

Mind and body going into an immediate state of shock, there was no time to process anything at all before the weight of the now-man collapsed down from his pedestal onto you.

So the stories held some truth after all...

To Be Continued...

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη - Pt. II

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader

Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au

Summary: “There’s a story whispered around here. One surrounding the beautifully carved statue of a man at the center of the town. Legend says that when the hand of his true love graces his palm, he shall wake from his cursed marbled slumber. It’s always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friend’s dare.” (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)

Warning(s): mild language

Word Count: 2.8k

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For the record, you’d never once been so thoroughly stupefied by anything the entirety of your existence. Not that much has ever happened before this...debacle, but still.

Lying on the ground, however, draped with a recently statue-turned-man as the faces of every person who’d openly mocked your beliefs sit painted with the same concoction of horrified wonder, it was safe to say, this was definitely a first.

It was like your mind was awake while your body lay paralyzed. Thought after thought, albeit incoherent, made rounds throughout your consciousness. Limbs splayed across the dirt, useless, like those of a rag doll.

Perhaps part of the initial stun could be blamed by the impact with which the body crashed into yours, as well as the force of hitting the ground.

Maybe, in your likely now-concussed state, you were not actually under a man who a mere moment ago was marble. It’s believable that this was all just some brain-trauma induced hallucination. You probably just tripped on your way to the statue and hit your head. Really, really hard.

That scenario could have very much been the one you decided to go with, that is, until the man started to lift himself up, just enough to look down at you.

Even if you didn’t want to lock eyes with the, admittedly, incredibly handsome man you found yourself in such a precarious situation with, it wasn’t like you had any other choice.

Space only big enough for a single breathe lay between you.

His eyes, a lovely dark, warm brown shade that gave you such an odd sense of security, studied your own.

This close, every detail of his face was on HD display for you, from the length of his lashes, the slope of his nose, to the curve and plushness of his lips. Horrifyingly enough for you, that meant every one of your flaws must be painfully on display for him as well. Look at you now, suddenly worried about how you looked to a once-inanimate object.

It was an oddly intimate moment, one that you weren’t quite sure you wanted to end before it had begun, or to continue forever, until the sun set and the stars shone and everything in-between. The way your head swam, thoughts torn between two opposing sides, a regular Capulet-Montague affair within, it was like losing sense of yourself.

There was no way this was really happening; that this man has come to life at your hand. However, you couldn’t deny the tangible evidence that is the vessel hovering over you now. Oh yeah, there’s a strange man on top of you...and everyone is watching.

Like a cadaver reanimated by a bolt of lightning, you shot away from the man, pushing yourself back on your butt and scooching like a child until you were satisfied with the distance between. Skin painfully alight with the burn of embarrassment, you didn’t dare look back into the eyes of your ‘soulmate’ just yet.

‘Soulmate,’ it’s like that very word incited an allergic reaction in which your body suddenly had the urge to convulse until whatever contents remained in your stomach were one with the earth.

Trying merely to catch your breathe, you almost didn’t register the warmth of a hand pressing firmly to your back.

“I, um, think we should take this somewhere more...private, perhaps?”

That voice, the slightly monotone, yet strangely comforting voice of the girl you both tolerated and treasured. The only one that treated you as an equal; an actual human being.

“Mira...” It sounded choked, weak, like saying her name was a laboring task you weren’t sure you could handle. Turning back to look at her, you could tell how horrified you must have looked based on her own expression.

If anyone knew what to do in this insane situation, it’d be her.

Rising to her feet, Mira took in the way your body curled in on itself, to shield you from the alarming situation of which you had no control over and no clue how to precede. It stung at a piece of her that had been buried deep down inside for a long time.

Strange, was all she could pen it as, but you are her companion here, and it was her duty to aid you in this, especially considering the circumstances.

———

The walk home was quiet. One on the outside might almost call it peaceful, tranquil, but it was none of the above.

After suggesting to take this to her home, Mira helped you and the stranger to your feet and broke up the little side-show that had gathered. The townspeople were a mixture of curious, horrified, and smug; seeing the girl they taunted get stuck in this situation was irony at its finest.

While there were plenty of broken hearts staggering their way back to their homes with heavy souls, no one could deny that this was fate, and whether they agreed with the outcome or not, it was not their place to question.

Many, however, did get a good laugh in when you had paced frantically around the circle created around you, practically begging people to take the man instead. It was pathetic, sad, pitiful, and it left all with a disturbing sense of pride.

‘Serves her right,’ they all thought, only speaking it aloud once they were sheltered within their own walls.

They weren’t wrong though, you did look and feel wholly pathetic. On the verge of tears, begging people you loathed to help you, and right in front of the poor, confused man who was at no more fault than you. It wasn’t your best moment.

Thus, the journey to Mira’s was awkward if anything. You strode a few paces ahead, mind foggy and emotions scattered like confetti. Mira made a comfortable wall between you and the man, who brought up the rear, taking in his surroundings with curiosity and a weird sense of familiarity.

Nobody dared say anything, not that there was much to talk about at the moment. Tensions were running high, and a calm, quiet, middle ground was needed before any successful conversations were to be had.

You couldn’t help the slight tears pricking at your lash line, threatening to spill over any second. It made you feel dumb, crying over something as if you were a child who didn’t get their way.

But the thought of spending the rest of your life otherworldly attached to a person you’ve never met before was terrifying. It has always been you on your own. You have enough struggles as it is. Oh, how mother will get a kick out of this.

Your mind wondered if she would even understand what was going on. She’d been in the home on the east side for a few years now, after the dementia got to be too much for you to deal with alone. She’s doing better there anyways, and it wasn’t like you weren’t unaccustomed to going it solo anyways.

Your head slowly swiveled back to catch a quick glimpse of the man behind you. He was swinging his head side to side, back and forth, taking in everything like a puppy. His clothes, now that you were looking, were very outdated, things you’d never seen before except in history books or century dramas on Netflix. He didn’t look real. Another irony, you guess.

Before you could turn back and focus on the road ahead of you, his eyes shot down to catch yours. He didn’t seem scared, upset, or even worried. In fact, he looked almost sympathetic. It probably had to do with the terrified expression you had a hard time fighting every time he caught your gaze. The heat crept up your neck quickly and you shot your head forward to get away from his stare.

Before you knew it, you were standing shoulder to shoulder with the man as Mira unlocked and swung her front door open. The porch creaked under your weight as you shifted to gain some space, the nervousness making you antsy and unable to stand still. He didn’t seem to notice you move away from him, but you weren’t about to look at him and check.

Once inside, you placed yourself in one of the large wicker dining chairs you occupied often during long debates with Mira over the years. Her house was quaint and quite charming. A decent size, especially for her living alone, and giving off a rustic, bohemian air that made it feel homey to even the most distant of strangers.

Speaking of strangers, it was an odd sight to say the least, watching the tall man cross the room stiffly, dropping down onto the velvet couch with a sigh. The humanness he possessed after being rock only a few hours ago was unsettling. You don’t know what you expected him to act like, but then again, any expectations were out the window and 100 miles downwind by now.

Considering how off-put you are by the whole thing, it both amazed and scared you how easy it was for your gaze to linger over him. What it was that pulled you to him, you couldn’t put your finger on- no, you didn’t want to put your finger on in fear of the implications. The longer you were in his presence, though, the more curious you became. And we all know how curiosity plays out, just ask the cat.

Again, as if you both really were connected in some fantastical way, his eyes instantly found yours. This time, however, the nervous heat that usually accompanied it vanished. Instead, locking eyes almost brought an innate sense of peace within you; comfort.

“So, would either of you like some tea?” Mira’s way of easing the awkward air quickly broke the two of you from...whatever that was, and it immediately threw you back on edge. Grabbing the edge of the chair till your knuckles paled, your voice took on a defensive tone.

“ I’d like to know what the hell is going on.” Laced with a sharp venom you weren’t even aware you were capable of, the statement immediately caught all attentions, air increasing in its thickness instead of dissipating like Mira had hoped.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at the man, so instead you focused all of your negative energy, unfairly, on Mira. Her face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace as she thought of the best way to talk you down from your growing agitation, but before she could speak, a light chuckle wafted through the tiny room.

That snapped both of your heads towards Mr. post-statue.

Even with both of your uncomfortable gazes, he didn’t seem affected. It wasn’t like he couldn’t read the room, or understand the gravity of the situation. It was more like he had this innate sense of optimism; that everything was going to work out and he just didn’t see the point in getting so serious.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on.” You wouldn’t say you were surprised by the soft, honey-tone of his voice, or that you were entranced by it, but if you were to deny, you’d be utterly lying to yourself.

Maybe there was more to this soulmate thing than just waking him up and living ‘happily ever after’. Was it possible there were physical and psychological changes that came along with it? It doesn’t seem too far fetched considering the events that have taken place today. At this point, anything could happen and you wouldn’t be any more surprised. Maybe it’s the shock talking.

“What?” Once you said it, you want to take it back. God, could you sound any dumber? The first thing you say directly to him, and it’s an idiotic reiteration that makes you sound like you can’t infer from context clues and common-freaking-sense what he means.

A quick urge to bury yourself somewhere far away from here shoots through your being, but it’s not a look of disdain that you are met with, but a sweet, soft, smile. It’s not that he seems to pity you in any way, but that somehow knows exactly what you’re feeling without you having to say it. Although, now that you’ve realized it, that small sense of fright wiggles in the back of your mind. A stranger should not be able to read you as easily as he is.

“If I’m awake, it means the spell is broken.”

You stare at him as his face lights up, as if remembering something wonderful; a long lost memory just now recalled.

Suddenly, he bolts up, coming straight for you. Despite your heart protesting, your body starts, pushing yourself as far against the chair and curling tight to protect yourself. As you flinch, your eyes shut and you suck a quick breath in. Like being charged by a fearsome beast, you react in such a way that you don’t even have to open your eyes to know the affect.

The footsteps stop instantly, and when you do open your eyes, you see the man frozen in place, face paled and arms limp at his sides. He was only a few feet away, but even when he shortened the distance between you, he suddenly felt further away now than before.

The guilt of reacting in such a way was a feeling you weren’t accustomed to, and you couldn’t lie that you felt worse after seeing the pained expression on his face.

He slowly backed his way back to the couch, lowering down onto it while avoiding your gaze. Strange how quickly it went from you avoiding his, to him avoiding yours.

“I’m sorry...I know...I know how scary this must be, and I shouldn’t have gotten so excited,” he started, voice low and cautious, like he was afraid to scare you again. Seeing the hurt in his eyes and hearing the strain in his voice affected you more than it should.

Carefully, your body returned to its original position, unfurling to show him that you weren’t afraid of him. You don’t know why it was suddenly so important for you to assure him but it was a natural reaction you didn’t think twice about.

Brown eyes once again catching your own, you tried your best to give him an apathetic smile, something to rid his beautiful features of that sorrow you inadvertently caused. When his eyes shone with a newly-gained light as the corner of his mouth upturned the slightest bit to return your gesture, you knew that no matter the insanity of this situation, you’d probably do just about anything to keep that smile on his face.

“I just never thought this would happen.” A slight pink hue rises to the apples of his cheeks and it takes a strong part of you to hold yourself together and not swoon at how adorable he looked.

“That what would happen?” Mira speaks up and reminds you that you are, in fact, not alone and you recompose yourself.

The man clears his throat and despite the increasing blush on his cheeks, he manages to look from Mira back to you, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

“That my soulmate would find me.” This time it’s you whose blushing, the heat creeping up and spreading to every part of your body. The implications of being a soulmate, let alone to someone you don’t know, made the uneasiness resurface. Even though you felt a growing warmth for this random man, you weren’t about to throw your inhibitions out the window all for the sake of being ‘soulmates.’

As cliché-fairy-tale-garbage as this whole thing seems, you weren’t some dim-witted damsel who’d fall for a man she just met.

“Maybe you should start with introductions, stave off the soulmate thing for a moment.” Mira sends you an understanding smile, knowing that you’d lack the frame of mind to conduct this conversation without her assistance.

A breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding escapes your lips in a relieved sigh. Turning back to the man, you muster up enough courage to rise from your seat, cross the wooden floor, and stop before him. Shaking slightly, your right hand reaches out to rest midair in front of him, fingers open and waiting.

“I’m Y/N.”

He looks at your fingers, then up at you, then fingers again. Slowly, his hand approaches yours, gliding softly against the pads of your fingertips before lightly grasping your hand in his. Before you can signal your arm to start a shaking motion, he brings your hand towards him and delicately places a soft kiss to the skin of your knuckles. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, and suddenly it feels like the Sahara desert in the sweltering summer months.

“My name is Seokjin. It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

To Be Continued...

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A.N., 

 This part is more-so an establishing piece. I know not much goes on plot-wise, but I needed to develop the dynamic before any of the juicy bits can happen. I hope you all understand and like this newest edition to the story. I originally planned this to be a 3 part series, but there will definitely be more than 3 parts, oops. I hope you all stick around for the ride, and thank you for all the love and support!💜

-Moonie🌙

Literally reminds me of this song!!!

His Girlfriend's Roommate 02: Roommate to the Rescue - KSJ (M)

Pairing: Player, fuckboy!Seokjin X fem!Reader

Summary:

To Seokjin, Love is an abstract concept and love at first sight is as unreal as a unicorn, only there in the fairytales. He likes to play around and fuck around, and he calls it 'discovering'. But then he discovers you, his girlfriend's roommate and guess what? he finds himself falling, that too, hard. Only problem is, you don't seem to care much even though he swears he finds you looking at him on occasions too.

Theme: one-sided pining, fluff, smut. Jin is stuck between his girlfriend and her roommate lol

Word count: 1974

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol consumption, 18+ content (minors DNI), mentions of cheating.

A/N:

Jin is going to do something about his helpless crush on our reader. Again, this is a Jin's POV but we will be getting reader's pov in future as well. <3

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Previous Chapter

It has been a month since Seokjin has met you and got absolutely smitten by you. For the first couple of days, he has tried to find out why the hell he got to feel whatever he was feeling within just 2 minutes of conversation. He couldn't fathom down the reasons. He even googled up on the possibility of having a love at first sight, but the search engine only said men take only 40 seconds to fall in love. Okay, so he was one of those dumb men now. He then slowly started to give up finding out how you managed to make him feel like that. He rather focused on the factors that might have drawn him to you. You were pretty, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and just the thought brought a smile to his face. However, he was never the man to fall for pretty faces only. He is a man that goes for charismatic women like Jiya. So, if it's not your face? Then is it the way you smiled at him? Or is it the way you need absolutely no makeup to make his eyes pop out of their sockets? Or the way you managed to have a very casual yet to the point conversation upon your first meet? Again, there is no answer. So, he quits thinking of it anyway.

The next couple of days, he tries to push away your thoughts and focus only on Jiya but you somehow managed to get into his head without any invitation, that's a bad thing. But the worse thing is that he only smiled when you played on his mind. He tried not to think of the way you waved him a little goodbye with your cute sweater paws when he left the next morning but nothing happened. It's only you and you that plays in his mind whenever he is not too occupied with his work and Jiya.

After initiating failed attempts of putting a stop to whatever he was feeling for you, he decided to give it a go. He decided to figure it out by getting close to you. Maybe he doesn't have an answer for all the questions that go around in his mind regarding you but it is evident that you managed to make him feel something very different, only if he denies his love at first sight. So, it's only justified if he gives you a chance. Gives himself a chance and finds out what is it he feels for his girlfriend's roommate.

For the rest of the month he showed up at your shared apartment more and more. Every Friday or Saturday he is there. For this one month it has been a ritual of having dinner with you and Jiya and he feels way too good about it all. You three usually eat, laugh, gossip and then Jiya pulls him to her room where they get deeds done. And the next morning you make coffee for everyone before he leaves for his home.

And in this one month of knowing you better has done nothing to push his butterflies away from him, if anything it only intensified, and the butterflies only increased. And the fact that you are single, does not help him at all. The more he observes you, the more he sinks into this unknown feeling for you. He absolutely goes berserk over the way you trace your lower lip with your index finger when you try to remember something or the way your hair curls on the edges after you release your bun or the way you sit with your legs crossed even when you are sitting on the couch or the way you pout without even knowing or the way you scrunch your nose when Jiya gets all "cheesy" with him. He loves everything and everything about you. And he learnt a lot too. He learnt that you are an ambivert, a decent drinker, quite chatty if the company is comfortable, and you are so fucking intelligent. God! You are just irresistible, and you really rile him up at times but it's peculiar how Seokjin doesn't feel any urgency about getting into your pants just like he is used to feel for other women. You definitely are different. You make him impatient and teach him how to be patient at the same time. At the end of the month, he concludes that, he likes you. And it's the first time he is liking someone not just because of her great body or the possibility of a good fuck. He likes you genuinely, like a man likes a woman and wants to share a romantic relationship with them. The thought scares Seokjin, since he never really thought of loving someone enough to pursue a serious relationship but you are different. And you are everything he can think of.

It's another of the Fridays and this time Jiya wants to spend it with Jin, only Jin. Since she is technically his girlfriend, he can't say no to her. But he is very annoyed and a bit sad that he will not get to see you this week.

The beat of music almost hammers Jin's head. For the first time in a while he is not enjoying clubbing rather he is wondering what are you upto now. Since it's almost 10 pm, you must have come back from work, maybe you are resting on the couch with a bowl of your favourite cheese garlic chips or maybe you are already exhausted and sleeping in your room, tugged in your lilac fluffy blanket. Jin's thoughts stop processing as Jiya tugs on his arm,

"Baby, let's get dancing." She whines. Jin resists a bit but then gives up. Jiya is a party animal and Jin knows refusing her will only lead to unnecessary tantrums, since the girl is quite childish and not as mature as you.

By the end of the night, she is knocked out. Jin finds himself struggling to handle Jiya. She is drunk as hell and doesn't wanna leave the bar. She keep on asking the bartender to give her more shots, which Jin refuses and she yells. The girl almost ends up making a scene.

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose and then an idea pops up in his head, you. He takes out Jiya's phone from her purse and unlocks it with her thumb impression. Then he looks for your number, yes, he couldn't ask for your number in this one month. It just felt awkward to him, for the very first time.

You recieve after the second ring, "You should be grinding on your boyfriend now, why are you calling me?" You say with a playful voice without any hey or hello.

Jin chuckles at your teasing and says, "Hey Y/N. It's me, Jin." You go silent and Jin can imagine you widening your eyes in shock.

"O-oh hey Jin. Ah… I'm sorry. What's up? Wait… where's Jiya? Don't tell me she's passed out again!" You say within a single breath.

"That's exactly what we are upto." Jin sighs glancing at his drunk girlfriend asking the bartender for another shot yet again, "I am sorry, I know you're probably resting now but could you come and help me with her? I don't really know how to…" he pauses again, "I have never been in such a situation before."

"It's alright Jin. I am still out anyway since we just had a team dinner. Tell me where you are, I'll take a cab right away." You assure him.

"Oh okay. We are at the Blue Moon bar. 5 minutes from Gangnam subway station." He replies.

"Oh wait! I think I am just two buildings away from you. Oh yes! I can see the building already." You say in a haste and before Jin can say anything you cut the call.

Two minutes feel like forever when you finally stepped into the bar. If Jin was smitten by you before then he is probably drooling now. Black dress pants, black blouse and black loafers adorn your firm and beautiful form. Hair put into a loose bun and lips painted with rosy red. You didn't even bother wearing your blazer anymore, rather you just ran to the bar to rescue your roommate. He can't really focus on anything else rather than how you run to him and place a hand on his shoulder and look at him with those beautiful dark eyes, which make him drown into the unknown. Fuck! You even smell so nice. Jin swears even women wearing tight skimpy dresses couldn't look as sexy as you look into his eyes right now. And once again, he finds himself getting lost by your presence.

"I am sorry Jin, you had to face all these. Let's take her to the car." You say finally removing your hand from his shoulder and it makes him somehow sad.

"It's alright, Y/N. Let's go." That's all he manages to say.

You somehow convince Jiya to leave the bar with promises of more booze from your special collection at home and get her into the car. Once you throw her into the backseat, she is passed out. You take the passenger seat as Jin finally drives towards your shared apartment.

Jin wants to keep his eyes only on the road but he keeps getting distracted by you. The way the headlights of the passing cars illuminate your features, takes his breath away. He knows he shouldn't glance at you every now and then but he can't help it. He only prays that you don't notice it.

It is another round of struggle to get Jiya into the bed but you two accomplish it successfully.

"Coffee?" You ask Jin, to which he nods immediately. He would trade anything in the world for a bit of time with you.

You suggest taking the coffee to the balcony as the night is quite brizzy and you love it.

"Can I ask you something?" Jin starts, sipping his coffee after contemplating whether to ask you or not.

"Yes, sure." You reply without sparing him a glance.

"Why are you still single? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am just curious since you are so pretty and you can get any guy you want." He reasons but in reality he is just way too curious to know if he has a chance or not.

You chuckle, "exactly that. I am single because I don't want any guy at this moment. My fiance broke up with me last year and since then I haven't mustered up the courage to get into a relationship again. And since I am not really the type to get into casual dating or hooking up, I am single. It takes me to fall in love and realize the other person is in love with me too to start a relationship." You pause. And then start again, "You know why my fiance broke up with me?" You pause again and look at Jin dead into his eyes, "because he fell out of love with me." You gave him a sad smile and that makes Seokjin's heart twist in something so complicated. "That is why I have decided I will only fall for a guy who will be totally, crazily, and unapologetically in love with me." The last sentence makes Jin suck in a deep breath. You both don't look away from each other, rather let the night settle into each other's dark eyes.

That's the night Jin decides he will be falling hard for you and make you fall hard for him.

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