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Absolutely loved season two of 9 months to fall in love♥️ it’s so lovely to see the progression of both of the soon to be parents in this season. How y/n is able to let jin into her life and allow herself to open up and love jin. How we get to see jin’s personality, how he’s able to interact with other different character and basically fall in love with him because of his charisma (i would probably love him too). It got frustrating at some times when both of them wanted to accomplish two different things and have this sort of push and pull between their relationship (y/n basically wanting to get railed and jin doesn’t want to scare y/n off with his big divk jkjk). But i’m glad that they were able to sort out their feelings. I’m not gonna lie, i’ve had a dream of them two being lovey dovey, which doesn’t help my single ass🥲 so, im jealous now🥲😭. I can’t wait for what season 3 has in store for us!

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 17.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 6,695

warnings/includes (!) mentions of homophobia, a father-daughter heart to heart, another heart to heart with Seokjin, therapy mentions, season two’s HEA 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; it’s here! The end of season 2! I hope you enjoy and thank you to those who are still following this long journey <3 I will be back in two weeks with drabbles! Then, I will be taking a short break while I begin to write season 3. I will keep you all posted. Thanks again! 💖

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→ Pairing. Seokjin x Reader

→ Genre. lifeguard!seokjin, strangers to lovers... 👀

→ Summary. Turns out going to the beach isn't as bad as you thought. Especially when a lifeguard caught your eyes

→ Word count. 2.4k

→ I already miss the summer so I wanted to share some glimpses of this fic that, for some reason, I really love. You can thank my sister for the idea that gave this fic birth. Ngl, releasing this makes me kinda anxious but I really hope you'll like it:,)

It's been more than five years since you last went to the beach, the reason being you moved to a different city to pursue your studies. 

WelL you also maYbe have a love/hate relationship with the sun ( it’s more hate than love though) that would explain why you were never out when you were home for a few days during your vacations. It’s not that you don’t like the beach, it’s just that…

…

okAY

MAYBE you don’t like the beach.

Who could blame you though ? There’s seaweed everywhere and it sticks to your body when you get out of the water or flies in your eyes when it’s windy. [don't ask why but for some reasons, each time you went to the beach, there were seaweeds EVERYWHERE]

Also it gets sO cold when it’s windy, one moment you’re in the water and it’s all nice, the next one you’re freezing because of the ~wind~

Let’s not forget the sand, and the sun 

Oh the sun

Ball of fire that literally burns you to the point you don’t know if you’re a human or a tomato

Last but not least, the beach is always SO crowded and, let's be honest, you like the company of your friends buT you despise crowded space where everyone sits so close to each other you can literally hear their breaths. UGH

Yeah, you’re not much of a beach person. 

Too bad your friends LOVE going there. Especially during hot summer days.

“Come on y/n, don’t be such a killjoy.” Hoseok teases “We will have so much fun at the beach”

You groan “ahnnn. Let me think about it…” you tap your chin and look up “no?”

Disappointed but not surprised, your friends sigh in harmony. 

“Come on you can go without me. It’s not like I will be missed anyways. Plus I could stay and take care of your cat” you look at Jimin whose eyes grow bigger

“ABSOLUTELY NOT” he points at you “Last time I let you alone with Luna, poor baby was dressed up with ribbons and you bathed her with super scented shampoo.” 

For your defence, the cat smelled like poop and Jimin only uses expensive shower products from fancy perfume brands. You hAd to wash her. The ribbon was just there and you thought it’d look cute as a collar. It’s not like the cat complained anyways.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “I am noT coming, nothing you could say or do will make me change my mind.” 

You stand up from the couch and leave for the kitchen to take your phone while Jimin and Hoseok exchange an understanding look and nod. 

“Y/nnnn??” Jimin calls sweetly and you reply with a hum "What about lunch? Or dinner? I heard there was a restaurant at the beach we’re going to. Apparently they have a starred chef.” 

You look away from your phone’s screen, suddenly very interested. “Well, as long as you’re offering” You smile ; “I hope you know I will order the most expensive dish from their menu” 

To that, Hoseok rolls his eyes “yeah yeah we’ll see about that. Now go get changed. We’re going in ten minutes. Namjoon should be here anytime”

“Sur- WHAT??” You almost choke on imaginary water "Didn’t you say we were going tomorrow ?”  

“yes. We are going tomorrow AND today” Jimin tells you “If you listened more carefully instead of saying no all the time, you would’ve caught that”

You huff ; “fiNE. But you’re paying for food both today and tomorrow” 

They laugh at your pissed expression as you rush to your room to find something appropriate to wear. 

Thank god you shaved yesterday, you give yourself a mental pqt on the back for that. The first bikini you find is the one you change into. Quick check in the mirror. Okay. A dress is thrown over all of this and you then proceed to very dramatically throw everything you might need in your bag. 

“Y/n Namjoon is here we gotta go” you hear Jimin call 

“Just a minute” You run to your bed and grab your phone.

You notice they already left when you arrive at the door. 

Penalty for the last one out, uh? Dammit those boys are still 3. 

You sigh and grab the apartment's keys. 

“There is no such thing as too much sunscreen!” 

As you thought, the weather is scorching hot. You all settled in the shades of your umbrellas, bottle of water close to you to stay hydrated. Namjoon brought Taehyung with him. You haven’t seen them for the past years, they changed quite a lot (and thank god because the emo look Namjoon was going for a few years back was aWfuL). Namjoon is all muscles now and Taehyung has a girlfriend!! Incredible right? He used to be so shy around the opposite back in high school. He said she would come later today. Everyone is chatting happily, the waves as a background music. You were starting to unpack your bag when Jimin pointed out your insane amount of sunscreen. This boy loved teasing you. 

“Don’t you think bringing one bottle was enough? Do you really need…” Jimin counts the bottles laid out on your towel “SEVEN?! What are you even doing with those ? EaTiNg them?” You all snort at his comment 

“They don’t have the same use!!! There are different SPFs and some are oils and there’s also.. wait. Do you even cAre? Can’t someone just help me apply some on my back ? Yes? Oh god Joon you’re my saviour thank you!” 

As you remove your dress, you notice Hoseok’s smile before he once again teases you ; “You’re so pale Yoongi would be jealous”

You laugh “If I burn to death because I don’t have sunscreen on, I doubt that he will envy me” 

You sit, back facing Namjoon, and hand him the biggest bottle of sunscreen, which he applies very carefully. You thank him when he is done and lay on your towel, being careful to stay in the umbrella’s shadow, as everyone runs into the water. 

Earphones now plugged in, you open your overused notebook and, a pencil in your hand, get ready to drown the pages in randomsmall poems. 

The blue of the sea

Is like the blue of your eyes tears

You look smile at me

This picture of you smiling at me// it smiles at me?

And I know you’re… ????? far away from here?

(because??) I am blue now, just like you

You sigh and look at the sea. The page is all covered with various doodles now and half of the words you wrote have been scratched off and replaced by others. It doesn’t make sense :(

Where are the boys anyways? They haven't come back and it’s been what? An hour? Maybe two? You check your phone and sigh. 11 am. It’s only been thirty minutes. You sigh in frustration, wishing the day was over already so you could go back home and have your sun detox.

Your notebook is settled aside and you change the music to a much calmer one before laying down completely. 

Never too late or too early for a good nap.

“Hey, y/n, do you want to go swimm-“ Jimin stops himself when he sees you’re sleeping. “hasn’t been at the beach in two years and here she is sleeping” he shakes his head 

“Jimin? What time is it? I’m kinda hungry” Hoseok calls as he approaches

He checks his phone “1pm. We should go eat. Call the boys”

The boys are being loud enough to wake you up as they get prepared to leave.

Annoyed, you sigh and open your eyes, almost instantly regretting as the sun blinds you despite your sunglasses and the umbrella. 

You’re about to tell them to shut uP when you hear someone say your name. ; “what about Y/n ? Shouldn’t we wake her up so she can come eat with us?”. You recognise the voice as Namjoon’s

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve already sent her a text saying where we’re going. Let her have her rest” Jimin replies and you hear the boys’ voices fade as they walk away. 

It’s quiet again now. Perfect, you can go back to sleep- wait a minute 🤨

Did Namjoon mention eating? Last time you checked it was 11am but that was before you took a nap so… 

Oh my god

They did noT-

You check your phone and 1) it’s already 1 pm how did you sleep for two hours?? 2) Jimin didn’t even send you a text when he promised he’d pay for your meal 3) THEY WENT FOR LUNCH WITHOUT YOU

!!!

You feel betrayed. Very much betrayed. You hate Jimin

Well, if they plan on leaving you behind, might as well take some time to organise your stuff and reapply some ✨sunscreen✨ 

When you finally arrive at the restaurant, it's already 1:40 PM. Namjoon kept a seat empty next to him, which you gladly take. As promised, you order the most expensive thing on the menu (fancy cooked fish with vegetables or something like that,, whatever, Jimin said he was paying and you plan on making him regret not waking you up earlier). The food has a divine taste by the way. 

You feel like doing a victory dance when you see Jimin’s face as he takes the bill and a big grin spreads on your face when he looks at you, eyes wide. Take that 

After this day, Jimin decided to never leave you behind when it was time to eat. Not when his wallet was at stake at least.

This morning, you made it clear that going swimming was NOT in your plans but, hundred of supplication and a cone of ice cream offered by Hoseok (this man really knows the way to your heart) later, you give in and dive your feet in the coLd water. 

“YOU TOLD ME IT WAS WAY HOTTER THAN THIS!!!” You scream at the four dumb-asses that are your friends, already regretting doing this.

“But it IS hot!” Jimin replies “you just gotta dive right in” 

And he starts to lightly splash water at you, like the good friend he is. You run around and try to avoid getting wet. 

Suddenly you feel strong arms wrapping around your waist and- oh no- you know where this is going. Hoseok laughs in your neck and lifts you up. Your friends laugh even louder

“JUNG FUCKING HOSEOK PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT” you hit his arm around you

“As you wish” and he drops you 

In the water. And it’s cold!!!!

“OHMYGOD HOSEOK I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS” you point a finger at him as you try to push him away from your face your now-soaked hair. Of course, you fail (I mean, have you ever actually tried to brush a hand through your hair when they’re wet? That’s right, you CaN’t).

Hoseok is having a hard time catching his breath looking at how much he’s laughing, oh god you wish a siren would come and drag him to the bottom of the ocean.

Or maybe not. You still need your friend to comfort you when you’re sad. Plus, as dumb as he is, he’s your best friend.

That doesn’t stop you from splashing water at him, making him scream in surprise. And suddenly everyone is splashing water at each other.

Yes. You guys are children.

You probably all start screaming a bit too much and are surely extra loud because someone is calling you out. 

“Hey. Stop it!” A masculine voice calls in your back, startling you. “You plan on causing a tsunami or what?”

There’s a moment of silence before you slowly turn around and-

oh my god- 

what a sight 

There’s a handsome lifeguard standing on the shore pointing at you and your friends. Sun-kissed skin, slightly damp hair gracefully falling on his forehead, plump lips, swim shirt leaving very little to the imagination… yup. So handsome. Your eyes catch up to his and you hold his gaze, your body suddenly hot and you look away

“ Hey,Seokjin!” Namjoon waves at the lifeguard

nexus (m) part 5

focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader

summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7.5k

warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death

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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway.  Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.

“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”

A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.

He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”

“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.

“Taehyung—”

His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.

“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”

His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.

He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.

“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”

Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.

“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.

“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”

Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”

Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.

“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”

A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.

“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”

Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.

“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”

You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.

“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”

“Time”

Fair.

“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”

Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”

He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.

Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

“Did you and my brother…were you together?”

You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.

“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”

Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”

- The night of the murder -

His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.

It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.

He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.

“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.

“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”

His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.

“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”

“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”

You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”

Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.

“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”

Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”

And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.

The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.

Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.

He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.

“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.

You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.

His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.

You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.

“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.

“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.

“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.

Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.

He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”

You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.

“Sure, princess”

“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”

“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”

His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.

Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.

You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.

And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.

Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.

“You really have no shame”

You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.

You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.

“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.

“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”

“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.

He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.

Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”

Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”

How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.

He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.

“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.

Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.

You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.

He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.

He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.

If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.

Fuck.

“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”

“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”

You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.

“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”

He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.

“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”

He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.

“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”

You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.

He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.

He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.

“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.

He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.

All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.

And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.

And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.

Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”

The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.

“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.

“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.

He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.

Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.

“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”

- Present Day -

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.

Guilt seized him.

“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.

You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.

Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.

He reached out for your hand.

The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.

I’m sorry.

I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.

You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.

“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.

Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.

"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”

“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother’s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”

“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”

Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”

You flinched.

“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.

You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?

“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”

A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.

A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.

His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.

"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"

Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."

For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.

Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.

"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.

"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”

Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”

“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”

A disturbed look passed over you.

"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.

"No. I did”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”

-

Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.  

He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.

Lips taking your life away.

You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.

“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.

“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.

Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”

“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”

Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”

“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”

You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”

He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.

Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.

“And I can’t stop.”

Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.

You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.

“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.

Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.

"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"

Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"

You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.

"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"

"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."

"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?

“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”

Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.

A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"

"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.

“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.

“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”

He grabbed your wrist.

“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”

Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.

Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.

Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”

The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.

“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”

Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.

Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”

“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”

“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”

“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”

“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”

Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.

“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”

“You poked the bear, I assume”

“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”

Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.

“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”

He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.

“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”

Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.

His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.

“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”

“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”

Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?

“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”

But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.

He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”

Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.

“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.

“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”

Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.

“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.

He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”

Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.

“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.

He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”

Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.

“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”

You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.

Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.

Because this is so much bigger than him.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”

“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”

Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”

You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”

Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”

You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”

Your mouth went dry.

“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.

Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.

“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?”

“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”

Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.

“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”

“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”

Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”

Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.

“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”

Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?

He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.

“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.

“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.

Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.

“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.

“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.

The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.

“I’m glad”

You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.

“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”

Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.

“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.

Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.

“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”

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Summary: You were not expecting to walk into the dorm and see your boyfriend lying on the kitchen island naked and covered in butter. It’s a very welcome surprise for you. It’s less of a welcome surprise for Namjoon, who gets to open the door, see you licking Jin’s entire body, and immediately wish it was him on the counter instead. Pairing: Jin x Yn, featuring Namjoon Words: 4.7k Genre: Smut Warnings: threesome, Jimin throws butter at Jin, Namjoon eavesdrops (but who wouldn’t in his situation), it’s been a month since yn and Jin have been able to fuck, food play (sort of), Jin and Namjoon are in the Kim line so obviously big dick warning, anal sex male receiving, oral sex all three of them receiving, overstimulation, i think that’s all?

The boys have been super busy recently. With the release of Butter, the various performances, and the McDonald’s x BTS meal, they’ve had a full schedule. Their days off are few and far between, and they spent the last three in America. You have not seen your boyfriend, Jin, in a while. Needless to say, you missed him — a lot. You were extremely excited when you found out they were spending their next few days off in South Korea… and that Jin wanted to spend one of those days with you and you alone. 

Jin missed you too, and in more ways than one. He wouldn’t lie: a month or so without seeing you made him sad, yes, but it also meant that he was extremely horny. Jerking off by himself in a hotel room was not nearly as satisfying as fucking you into the bed in the same hotel room would have been. He invited you over in the hopes that maybe, maybe, he would be able to finally get the release he’d been craving. Yeah, he would be cool with just hanging out — he did miss you — but when was the last time you’d had sex? Too long ago. 

He wanted to do something different this time. Not that sex with you was boring, but it was good to spice things up every once in a while. He had about an hour to come up with something and prepare it since he’d texted you asking to come a little bit earlier than planned (with a change of clothes). 

He had no ideas. 

“Smooth like butter, pull you in like no other. Hey, Jin, what’s up?” Jimin strolled into the kitchen, singing, a huge smile on his face. 

Correction: Jin had an idea. 

“Nothing much. Do we have any butter? I need some help with something.” Jin said, opening the fridge. 

You don’t know what you were expecting to see when you walked into the dorm. Someone cooking, the others watching a movie? Maybe. Everyone passed out in various places in the living room? That seemed equally likely. Jin laying on the kitchen island, completely naked and… shiny? No. That wasn’t even on the list of things you were expecting to see. It was very confusing, but also very, very sexy. 

“Hey, babe.”

“Why are you so shiny…?”

“I’m covered in butter.”

“Why do you have so much butter?”

“When you live in a dorm of seven people, you run out of butter easily. Therefore, we buy in bulk.”

“When did you have time to do this?”

“Started about an hour ago, finished a few minutes before you arrived. Jimin helped.”

“Babe, where is everyone?” That was what confused you most. There was usually at least one other member in the dorm when you came over. It made having sex awkward sometimes when Yoongi was there, and you had to kick him out of the room, but you were still used to knowing there’d be someone else there. The dorm was eerily quiet today, though.

“I kicked them out and said they could come back when we’re done.” He said, winking. You blushed, getting a little bit flustered. You had a feeling it’d be a few hours before they were allowed back into the dorm. 

“Okay, but where are they?”

“No idea. I said I’d text them when they could come back, but other than that, they just disappeared to who knows where.” 

You shrugged and walked towards him. It was enough of an answer, and you were too turned on to want to know more. He sits up and places his hands on your hips as you reach to touch him.

You ran your hands over his body, contemplating how to begin. He shivers a bit under your touch but leans into you when you brush over his abs. You lick your lips, and an idea pops into your head. You lean forward and lick Jin’s neck, and he moans. Loudly. 

You push him down onto the counter, and he chuckles at your eagerness. You’re licking your way down his body, his back arching under your tongue when the door opens.

Namjoon was disoriented. Jimin pulled him out of his room, saying something about running out of butter, and could he go buy some more, please? Thank you. He got into his car and drove to the store, buying butter and some other snacks for the next few days. He goes home, having some work to do, and is fumbling for his keys when he hears something that sounds like a faint moan through the door. Pausing, he presses his ear to the door. Yeah, that’s someone moaning, alright. Someone that sounds very much like Jin. 

He opens the door, wary of what he’s about to see, and is greeted by the sight of you licking Jin. He’s lying on the island, back arched and eyes closed, moaning very loudly. You’re not even sucking him off or anything; you’re just licking his chest. Clearly, Jin had missed you.

He looks around to see if he can distract himself. He spots some empty butter wrappers that didn’t quite get into the trash and connects the dots — food play. Of course. That was Jin’s specialty. Jin used to have sex with the members before he met you (they all did, and still do sometimes), and Namjoon knew very well what he was like in bed. He wondered how exactly Jin got all of that butter on his body. Thinking back to his conversation with Jimin, he figured that Jimin helped Jin out, or he just noticed whatever was going on. For all he knew, Jin had filled the bathtub with melted butter and rolled in it. 

The distraction failed. He was hard. He couldn’t help it; the scene in front of him was pretty hot. 

You see Namjoon before Jin does. Taking a glance at him, you can tell that the blush creeping up his neck is caused by none other than his very obvious erection. You grin, making a point of licking Jin slowly, lingering at his stomach. He moans even louder, opening his eyes to look at you, and then he sees Namjoon. He bolts up, making sure not to hit you in the face accidentally. 

“Why the hell are you here?? I told everyone to stay away until I said to come back.”

“I clearly missed that because no one told me this.” 

“Okay then. Why do you have so much butter?”

“Why are you covered in butter?”

“Touché. Please leave though, we’re. Uh. Busy.”

“Babe, what if he joins us?”

They both pause and look at you. Namjoon seems stunned, and Jin is slightly puzzled, but neither of them looks completely turned off by the idea. 

Jin looks like he’s about to say something when Namjoon says, “I can go if you two want some privacy.”

Jin thinks for a second, and Namjoon begins to open the door. 

“No. You can stay. If you don’t want to participate, then put on some headphones; we don’t intend on being quiet.”

You blush again, and Namjoon looks flustered. He closes the door, and Jin smirks, reaching for another thing of butter. 

“Before you open that, please don’t put it everywhere. It feels a little weird to do that.”

“Alright. Neck, chest, and dick, how does that sound?”

“Damn. Straight to the point. Okay then.”

You and Jin are both grateful that Namjoon doesn’t want to be covered completely. You,  because you do not want to lick another guy’s feet. It’s one thing when it’s your boyfriend, even then it’s a bit weird for you, but it’s another when it’s your boyfriend’s roommate whose feet you don’t want to lick. Jin, because he’s hard as fuck and does not want to spend a lot of time that he could spend fucking you covering another person in butter. 

Once Namjoon is buttered up, you start on him. He gasps when your mouth meets his neck, continuing to make soft sounds of pleasure as you make your way to his chest. He’s not nearly as loud as Jin was, but Jin really likes your tongue. 

Speaking of Jin, your boyfriend is sitting on a nearby barstool and lazily stroking himself. He had to admit; it was pretty hot watching this. 

“Suck him off.”

You freeze, Namjoon tensing next to you. Did you hear him correctly?

“What?” you both stammer, eyes widening. Jin chuckles.

“You heard me. Unless, of course, you don’t want to, Joon?”

Namjoon gulps, nodding. “I’m okay with it if she is.”

They turn to you as you nod in agreement. 

“Good. Yn. Suck.”

And so you do. Namjoon sits at the edge of the counter, watching you with wide eyes as you take him deeper. He lets out a moan when you dip your tongue into his slit, head falling back and eyes closing. He threads his fingers into your hair, anchoring himself as he gets closer. 

“Your mouth is so warm… oh my god. Fuck… F u c k-” Namjoon moans, pulling you closer. 

Fairly soon, he’s rocking into your mouth when you choke. He lets you go, worrying that you’re hurt. Jin gets up and steps forward, worrying as well. When they see that you’re fine, Jin guides you back onto Namjoon’s dick. He slowly enters you from behind, wanting to pleasure you. He fucks you hard and slow, angling his hips to hit deep inside you. Namjoon cums down your throat with a low groan a few minutes later. You’re surprised that your jaw doesn’t ache when you ease off of him. 

Oh, you forgot to mention. Both of them are huge. 

Jin’s close. He’s almost there, just a few more thrusts, and he’d fly off the edge, spilling into you. It’s a bit surprising how close he is; he started fucking you after you began to suck Namjoon’s dick. In his defense, though, he really likes your ass. 

“Yn… Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m g-gonna. I’m. I’m cu-umming yn-” he groans, stilling as he fills you. You follow him a few seconds later, your orgasm surprising you, but the squeezing of your cunt is a bit much for Jin, who’s pulling out of you because of overstimulation. 

After a few moments, Jin spins you around and picks you up, placing you on the counter. He drops to his knees and pretty much shoves his face between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit before you can figure out what’s going on. Namjoon moves away to give you some room, already beginning to grow hard again. 

“Babe, what are you-” you start before he wraps those full, plump lips around your clit and sucks. Hard. Your head lolls back, a moan escaping your lips. Despite the slight discomfort of overstimulation, it feels amazing. He eases off of your clit to focus on fingering you, his cum spilling out a little bit before he pushes it back in. He fingers you for a bit before licking slowly up your slit. Namjoon tries not to laugh. It seems like Jin still held his “the messier, the better” philosophy for kitchen sex. 

“Honestly, the butter that Jimin threw at me tasted better than my cum. But even that didn’t taste nearly as good as yours, babe…” Jin rasps, voice low and sexy, burying his face back between your legs and vigorously eating you out. His nose bumps into your clit a few times as his tongue licks up your folds, and he moans quietly when your legs squeeze around his head. 

If you weren’t so distracted by the pleasure, you’d be pretty turned off by the idea of Jimin throwing butter at Jin. That seemed weird but also very on-brand for the two of them. It was also… an unusual subject to talk about during sex. 

The sight of Jin’s cum spilling out of you as he eats you out is too much for Namjoon. He’s about to burst, can feel his high approaching as he jerks off, when Jin gestures to get behind him. 

When Namjoon just stands there, he pulls away from you and says, “Joonie. Get behind me and fuck me. Please.”

Well, how could he say no to that?

Jin, satisfied when he sees Namjoon walk towards him, buries his face in you again and focuses his attention back on your clit. You feel yourself getting close and don’t know how much longer you’ll last. 

Namjoon rubs at Jin’s asshole for a few seconds before grabbing another stick of butter (seriously, how had you not run out again?) and using it as lube. Jin moans into you when he feels a finger cautiously enter him, Namjoon beginning to snap his wrist as Jin gets louder. He soon replaces his fingers with his dick, slowly opening up Jin and making him pause in his licking of your clit. You whine, and he rubs your thigh gently, choking when the head of Namjoon’s dick is fully inside, beginning to moan again as he’s stretched out. 

Once Namjoon is entirely inside him, Jin moves to your center again. He eats you out with even more passion than before, determined to make you cum. He pauses for a second when Namjoon begins to thrust, groaning loudly before wrapping his lips around your clit. You reach to push his hair out of his eyes, barely suppressing a moan when you catch the look in his eyes. 

It’s no secret that Jin can easily get off while pleasuring you. It turns him on to no end, and sometimes he gets so hard doing it that his dick feels like it’s on fire. But today, he looks absolutely ravenous. The things that a month without sex can do to a person… 

His moans send vibrations through you, tipping you over the edge as you grind on his face. You reach your climax with a loud, keening whine, getting your arousal all over Jin’s face. But he doesn’t mind; if nothing, he moans even louder as you grind against his tongue. You push him away when the overstimulation gets to be too much, and he reluctantly lets you go. 

He and Namjoon readjust so that Jin is gripping the counter, legs spread wide so that Namjoon can fuck him deeper. You’re gaining your bearings as you see Jin throw his head back with a roar, Namjoon having found a very pleasurable angle. You step down from the counter, the two men wondering where you’re going, when you kneel against the wall and motion for them to come over. Namjoon picks up Jin (who only barely protests because Namjoon is still inside him) and puts him down in front of you. Your throat is going to hate you after today, you think, as you lick Jin’s cock and begin to suck on his tip.

“FUCK. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck fuck fu-uck. Oh my god, that feels so-o good… Yeah, right there, keep fucking me there... faster, faster oh FUCK,” Jin moans, incoherent sounds tumbling from his mouth as he begins to lose himself. The sounds of his pleasure go straight to your center, and you reach out to cup his balls, loving the way he whimpers and how his knees buckle slightly as you squeeze a little bit. 

“Damn, you’re tight, Jin. When was the last time you did this?” Namjoon breathes, getting a loud and desperate moan in response. You take Jin into your mouth and he starts fucking your throat gently, but Namjoon’s thrusts only push him further into you. 

You can tell he’s close when his soft curses and moans don’t even sound like words anymore, his pleasured whines taking over and making him lose all capability of speech. You hollow your cheeks around him, and he growls. He thrusts even harder before his hips are stuttering, and he’s panting, then tensing right before he cums down your throat. 

Namjoon isn’t too far behind, thrusting three times before spilling into Jin with a loud groan. There’s a moment where you’re all in that position, Jin and Namjoon trying to catch their breath, and then you’re nudging at Jin’s legs so he can step back and let you stand up. Once he does, you attach yourself to him, kissing him deeply and gently grinding on his thigh. He brings you to the counter and sits on the edge, his cock stirring already. You take him in your hands and begin to stroke him, wiggling your ass a bit for Namjoon, who’s still standing near the wall. You put your mouth around Jin and almost immediately take him completely in your mouth, his eyes rolling back from the sudden pleasure. 

You hear Namjoon curse lowly behind you before stepping forward and placing a hand on your ass, squeezing before he takes his dick in his hand again. He lines himself with your entrance, running his tip along your folds and coating himself in your arousal. When he finally enters you, you moan around Jin’s dick, grabbing the counter in an effort to anchor yourself. The vibrations feel incredible to Jin, who accidentally bucks into your mouth. 

“Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” Jin moans, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“How are you so fucking tight-” groans Namjoon, putting a little more force into his thrusts. You moan again, and Jin nearly loses it, hips lifting a little bit. 

It’s only a few minutes later when your movements send Jin through another orgasm, cumming down your throat again and triggering your climax. Namjoon is so close, almost there, and is about to pull out and cum on your back when you push back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. Instead of pulling out, his gaze darkens, and he tightens his hold on your hips before pounding hard. He cums a few moments later, slumping over and resting his forehead on your back. 

It’s a surprise to you that you’re still horny, despite having cum three times already. Honestly, a month without sex is not something you and Jin should do again. You’re both going to be so sore tomorrow, as will Namjoon. Speaking of Namjoon…

“Fuck your cum deeper into her. I want to watch.” Jin says, watching Namjoon slip out. You look up at your boyfriend, his eyes hooded as he looks at the two of you.

Namjoon looks stunned. “Really?”

“You’re not some random guy I met at the mall, and she’s on birth control. It’s not like we’re worried she’ll get pregnant.” 

Namjoon thinks about it for a second before nodding. You’re too fucked out to express your thoughts, but you are definitely okay with this new development. You flick your hand backward to tell Namjoon to go ahead when he’s ready, and it’s barely a minute before he’s pushing in again.

His thrusts are slow this time but still powerful, pulling out almost completely before going back in with a soft “thud” of skin on skin. 

“You look s-so good… my cum’s spilling out of you… it looks so hot,” Namjoon moans, speeding up his thrusts a bit. 

Your eyes are closed from the pleasure, head tilted forwards to rest on the counter between Jin’s thighs. Your moans sound so good to Jin, who’s almost ready for another go. Just almost. 

“Babe, you look so pretty. Looking so good with another guy fucking you. If only you could see yourself, it’s so hot,” Jin trails off with a moan, slowly stroking himself. He flicks his thumb over his slit and hisses, going faster when you look up again and watch him, eyes glazed. 

He watches for a bit and then speeds up his strokes, tightening his grip before he’s cumming on your face. He moans at the sight, sliding off the counter and kneeling to kiss you. You grip onto his shoulders, holding tighter when Namjoon hitches your hips higher and pounds your g-spot. It takes a few seconds to register that Jin has stopped kissing you and is now licking his cum off of your face. It just turns you on more, especially when he kisses you again, and you can taste him on his tongue. 

Jin’s kisses send you into another orgasm, this one lasting longer than the last, while you hold tight to his shoulders and kiss him until you can barely breathe. The clenching of your cunt is too much for Namjoon, who spills into you again with a deep groan. 

“Do you want any water?” Jin asks you, turning to Namjoon when you nod. He goes and gets three glasses of water, coming back to see Namjoon rubbing your back. You’re a little sore from being bent over so much. 

But not so sore that you’re completely finished with the two of them. 

Once you finish your glass of water and put it in the sink, the two men following you to do the same, you turn to them and drag them back to the island. 

You pull Namjoon close and suck on his neck, rubbing at Jin’s crotch in an effort to get them both hard again. It works. The only downside is that Namjoon’s neck is now covered in marks, and the makeup team is not going to have a fun time with them if they’re still there by the time the break is over. After all, they already have a grudge against you for the amount of work they have to do on Jin after you get your hands (and teeth) on him. 

Whatever. You’re getting what you want, and what you want is another orgasm. 

Namjoon is seated on a barstool as Jin slowly enters you. You’re on the island again, legs wrapped around Jin’s waist, arms around his neck. He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead and bottoms out before sighing shakily. You’re starting to get sore, so you have to wait a bit to adjust, but Jin can barely contain himself. The multiple orgasms have made you really tight, and it’s taking all of his control to not pin you to the counter and pound into you.

“Babe, let me know when I can move,” Jin whispers, kissing along your right collarbone down to your breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking a little bit, and you sigh in contentment. It’s oddly intimate in contrast to everything you two just did with Namjoon, but you like it. You feel full, and Jin is paying a lot of attention to you. He moves to your left breast, repeating his motions, gently grinding into you when you arch your back. 

“Please, baby-” Jin chokes out when you clench a little bit. He grips your waist, pressing gentle but quick kisses to your neck. 

“Jinnie, fuck me, please,” you whine, and he pulls out halfway before he snaps his hips into you. 

“Good girl. Damn, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good around my cock,” Jin moans, face buried in your neck. 

The wet sounds of Jin thrusting combined with the slick sounds of Namjoon jerking off are almost too much. You turn to Namjoon and see him looking so turned on, eyes hooded and lips parted. You dig your fingertips into Jin’s shoulders before dragging them down his back, and he groans loudly before kissing you. You continue to touch Jin, hands all over his body, and he fucks you even faster. He lifts your legs to thrust deeper, eventually hooking them over his shoulders and bending you nearly in half. You reach up to him again, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging. He moans softly, kissing you again. 

Namjoon curses lowly, and you hear him speed up. Wanting to give him a show, you try to meet Jin’s thrusts, which only makes Jin tighten his hold on your calves. It’s enough for Namjoon, though, because soon enough, you hear him groan and look towards him to see his cum on his toned stomach. Jin’s been looking too, speeding up his thrusts and pounding deep into you. His moans get louder and deeper, panting as he bends you almost in half, so close to his release. 

“Jin, faster, please. Oh shit, shit shit shit… You’re so deep, fuck! Faster, faster please Jinnie,” you moan, leaning up to kiss him again. Jin lets out a strangled, broken moan as you break apart and somehow gets even deeper inside you. He almost throws his head back in pleasure, practically jackhammering into you now. 

Your orgasm surprises you, creeping up without you noticing. You’re practically thrown off the edge of bliss, your climax almost obliterating you as you clench hard around Jin’s dick. His knees buckle, and he buries his face in your chest, moaning loudly.

“Fuck, baby… oh fuck, you feel so fucking good-” he whines, kissing along your collarbone to your neck. He sucks a hickey against that one spot on your neck and then almost lunges towards your lips, kissing you wildly. He thrusts two more times before stilling, a groan resonating from deep in his chest as he cums. It lasts so long, and you’re surprised it hasn’t started spilling out of you yet. His lips find yours, kissing you gently this time, his hand reaching from your legs to wrap around your torso. 

“Damn.” That word pierces the minute of silence as Namjoon stares at the both of you. You two break apart, and Jin tries to stifle a laugh because Namjoon’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets. 

“That was… Wow,” you say, trying to slide off the counter, “uh oh. I can’t move my legs.”

“Let me help you, babe,” Jin says, helping you steady yourself before sitting you on one of the barstools. He goes in the direction of the bathroom and emerges with three wet washcloths and helps you clean up, handing one of the towels to Namjoon and setting the other on the counter. 

The cleaning is quiet; all of you focused on getting the random butter and cum stains off the counter (and, for some reason, the wall). Once it's over and everything’s put away, Jin giving you his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to wear before you shower, you three sit on the couch and sigh in relief. Yes, it was pretty fucking (no pun intended) fantastic sex, but you’re tired. 

“Namjoon,” Jin says, turning to the younger man while putting his arm around you.

“Yeah?” 

“This should probably go without saying, but not a word to the others about this. Got it?”

“Got it. I don’t think they’d want to know anyway.” 

Jin chuckles, and you snuggle closer to him. You usually spend the hour after sex cuddling, and this was no exception. 

“Maybe he can join us again sometime, babe?” you lean up to whisper to Jin, and he grins.

“Hey, Joon.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon looks up from the book he’d begun reading. 

“How would you like to join us again sometime?”

The book falls to the floor as Namjoon stares blankly at the both of you, and you and Jin start laughing. His mouth gapes a little like a fish for a few seconds before he says, “Are… Are you sure? I mean, it was fucking hot but are you sure?”

“Would we be asking if we weren’t sure?”

“Fair point, I guess. I mean, sure? It sounds like fun,” Namjoon shrugs, picking up his book from where it had fallen on the floor. 

“Cool, sounds good. We’ll let you know if we want to… spice things up again,” you say, winking at Namjoon, who promptly drops his book again. That poor book… 

“Alright, now that that’s settled. Namjoon, I hate to kick you out of the apartment again, but could you maybe come back in about two hours? We’re going to be a little busy.” Jin says, getting up from the couch (and taking you with him, since you’re attached to his arm like a koala).

“Oh my god already?”

Jin gives him a look, “it’s been a month, Namjoon. We have stuff to catch up on after we take a nap.” 

Namjoon laughs and picks up his book again. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll get out of your hair. You two have fun, don’t get hurt, and use protection. Or, I guess not, since we didn’t… You know what? I’m going to head out.” Namjoon says, flustered and backing towards the door. 

Once he leaves, Jin picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, peppering kisses on your face the entire way there. You two were going to have a lot more fun later. 

Mi Casa

Eternal Moment

A/N: okay, wow it's my first time posting fanfic in BTS fandom. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to tell me how was it even if it is bad. I'm whipped for Seokjin in all honesty and I have some serious affinity to watching people wake u in the morning. So yeah... here it is.

Word Count: 691

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: 13+ (ig?)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

It's been a while since you've felt this way- out of the world peaceful but excessively warm. Actually way too warm for your liking. You try to open your eyes against the yellow rays of sun; the sheer white curtains doing a poor job in blocking the light. You try to raise your arms to place over your eyes so you can stop the path of these bloody rays, but are instantly met with the conclusion; you can't. Reason being the body of the male person pinning you to the soft mattress. His strong arm is draped over your petite waist and one leg tangled with yours locking you in place as if you'd run away the second he let go. In actuality, you'd like to stay right here, in this moment for eternity if you could but sadly the joys of eternity are not gifted to the human race.

Your eyes take in the beauty of the masterpiece that is right beside you. A sight to behold and cherished because of it being rare. If pure bliss had a visual, it would truly be this- you and him peaceful in this moment, a perfect moment. In fact you realize that you would enjoy waking up early more if you'd meet this sight every day. You cautiously strip your arm away from his hold to rake his smooth hair away from his face, reveling in the beauty of his resting ethereal features. His eyes that literally talks; currently clamped shut, smooth cheeks and lips molded in a pout. Those lips… those lips that have the power to drive you absolutely crazy, power to calm your racing mind, power to remove an unpleasant day from your memory.

Just looking at him makes you smile because really, when did you get so lucky? He stirs beside you, blinking his eyes slowly and twisting his mouth, ready to wake up from sweet dreams. His grip on your body loosens slightly but he returns to his position just seconds later. When he notices you staring at him his face breaks into a soft, shy smile. "Good morning" he whispers , voice dropped several octaves due to grogginess, "did you sleep well?" 

You sigh softly in affirmation, finding it difficult to talk at the moment. You wait for him to open his eyes completely and then move closer to him, slanting your lips to his soft ones. He responds by placing his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against him. His actions dragged out due to him waking up just moments ago. It's like a drug, the more you take it your need for it increases.Your hands roam all over him; starting from his luscious hair to his neck to that sharp collarbone moving to rake his clothed shoulders. You feel yourself getting angry at the cotton shirt that is stopping you from your journey. You proceed to open the first button of that expensive piece of clothe when he breaks the kiss, panting lightly. He pins his forehead to yours, letting out a slight laugh. 

"Little feverish, aren't we?" He moves a wisp of hair that fell on your face during kissing ,behind your ear and strokes your jaw gently.

"Hm… was in the mood that's all." You sigh, biting your lips.

"Oh I just saw that." He raised his eyebrows. " Been neglecting you, haven't I?" 

"Stop that, Jin. Really." You sigh, playing with the collar of his shirt "You never neglect me. I just…" you look as he is trying hard not to laugh. "Can we just eat something? I'm starving." He burst out into laughter as you find your nook in his neck, brething in the morning scent of him. 

"Yeah we can. I'll make pancakes." but despite saying this both of you stay in your place, in each other's arms as you think that yes; joys of eternity are not gifted to human beings but thoroughly living in a moment makes it seems eternal and to you that is enough. To you the warmth of his arms, waking up to see him healthy,  happy; it was enough. 

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Mi Casa

Eternal Moment

A/N: okay, wow it's my first time posting fanfic in BTS fandom. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to tell me how was it even if it is bad. I'm whipped for Seokjin in all honesty and I have some serious affinity to watching people wake u in the morning. So yeah... here it is.

Word Count: 691

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: 13+ (ig?)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

It's been a while since you've felt this way- out of the world peaceful but excessively warm. Actually way too warm for your liking. You try to open your eyes against the yellow rays of sun; the sheer white curtains doing a poor job in blocking the light. You try to raise your arms to place over your eyes so you can stop the path of these bloody rays, but are instantly met with the conclusion; you can't. Reason being the body of the male person pinning you to the soft mattress. His strong arm is draped over your petite waist and one leg tangled with yours locking you in place as if you'd run away the second he let go. In actuality, you'd like to stay right here, in this moment for eternity if you could but sadly the joys of eternity are not gifted to the human race.

Your eyes take in the beauty of the masterpiece that is right beside you. A sight to behold and cherished because of it being rare. If pure bliss had a visual, it would truly be this- you and him peaceful in this moment, a perfect moment. In fact you realize that you would enjoy waking up early more if you'd meet this sight every day. You cautiously strip your arm away from his hold to rake his smooth hair away from his face, reveling in the beauty of his resting ethereal features. His eyes that literally talks; currently clamped shut, smooth cheeks and lips molded in a pout. Those lips… those lips that have the power to drive you absolutely crazy, power to calm your racing mind, power to remove an unpleasant day from your memory.

Just looking at him makes you smile because really, when did you get so lucky? He stirs beside you, blinking his eyes slowly and twisting his mouth, ready to wake up from sweet dreams. His grip on your body loosens slightly but he returns to his position just seconds later. When he notices you staring at him his face breaks into a soft, shy smile. "Good morning" he whispers , voice dropped several octaves due to grogginess, "did you sleep well?" 

You sigh softly in affirmation, finding it difficult to talk at the moment. You wait for him to open his eyes completely and then move closer to him, slanting your lips to his soft ones. He responds by placing his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against him. His actions dragged out due to him waking up just moments ago. It's like a drug, the more you take it your need for it increases.Your hands roam all over him; starting from his luscious hair to his neck to that sharp collarbone moving to rake his clothed shoulders. You feel yourself getting angry at the cotton shirt that is stopping you from your journey. You proceed to open the first button of that expensive piece of clothe when he breaks the kiss, panting lightly. He pins his forehead to yours, letting out a slight laugh. 

"Little feverish, aren't we?" He moves a wisp of hair that fell on your face during kissing ,behind your ear and strokes your jaw gently.

"Hm… was in the mood that's all." You sigh, biting your lips.

"Oh I just saw that." He raised his eyebrows. " Been neglecting you, haven't I?" 

"Stop that, Jin. Really." You sigh, playing with the collar of his shirt "You never neglect me. I just…" you look as he is trying hard not to laugh. "Can we just eat something? I'm starving." He burst out into laughter as you find your nook in his neck, brething in the morning scent of him. 

"Yeah we can. I'll make pancakes." but despite saying this both of you stay in your place, in each other's arms as you think that yes; joys of eternity are not gifted to human beings but thoroughly living in a moment makes it seems eternal and to you that is enough. To you the warmth of his arms, waking up to see him healthy,  happy; it was enough. 

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To all the amazing BTS fic writers out there, Can you please write soft smut/love making? Something that doesn't include sub! Dom!, daddy kink, rough sex etc. Just feeling, touching, looking before moving to next step because i can imagine them doing it like that. I've tried finding lovemaking fics for so long but couldn't fing any. Please i beg of you tell me if there is any or write one🙏🙏🙏

I have so many ideas of my own but laziness comes in the way. Please guys!!

Mi Casa

Eternal Moment

A/N: okay, wow it's my first time posting fanfic in BTS fandom. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to tell me how was it even if it is bad. I'm whipped for Seokjin in all honesty and I have some serious affinity to watching people wake u in the morning. So yeah... here it is.

Word Count: 691

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: 13+ (ig?)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

It's been a while since you've felt this way- out of the world peaceful but excessively warm. Actually way too warm for your liking. You try to open your eyes against the yellow rays of sun; the sheer white curtains doing a poor job in blocking the light. You try to raise your arms to place over your eyes so you can stop the path of these bloody rays, but are instantly met with the conclusion; you can't. Reason being the body of the male person pinning you to the soft mattress. His strong arm is draped over your petite waist and one leg tangled with yours locking you in place as if you'd run away the second he let go. In actuality, you'd like to stay right here, in this moment for eternity if you could but sadly the joys of eternity are not gifted to the human race.

Your eyes take in the beauty of the masterpiece that is right beside you. A sight to behold and cherished because of it being rare. If pure bliss had a visual, it would truly be this- you and him peaceful in this moment, a perfect moment. In fact you realize that you would enjoy waking up early more if you'd meet this sight every day. You cautiously strip your arm away from his hold to rake his smooth hair away from his face, reveling in the beauty of his resting ethereal features. His eyes that literally talks; currently clamped shut, smooth cheeks and lips molded in a pout. Those lips… those lips that have the power to drive you absolutely crazy, power to calm your racing mind, power to remove an unpleasant day from your memory.

Just looking at him makes you smile because really, when did you get so lucky? He stirs beside you, blinking his eyes slowly and twisting his mouth, ready to wake up from sweet dreams. His grip on your body loosens slightly but he returns to his position just seconds later. When he notices you staring at him his face breaks into a soft, shy smile. "Good morning" he whispers , voice dropped several octaves due to grogginess, "did you sleep well?" 

You sigh softly in affirmation, finding it difficult to talk at the moment. You wait for him to open his eyes completely and then move closer to him, slanting your lips to his soft ones. He responds by placing his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against him. His actions dragged out due to him waking up just moments ago. It's like a drug, the more you take it your need for it increases.Your hands roam all over him; starting from his luscious hair to his neck to that sharp collarbone moving to rake his clothed shoulders. You feel yourself getting angry at the cotton shirt that is stopping you from your journey. You proceed to open the first button of that expensive piece of clothe when he breaks the kiss, panting lightly. He pins his forehead to yours, letting out a slight laugh. 

"Little feverish, aren't we?" He moves a wisp of hair that fell on your face during kissing ,behind your ear and strokes your jaw gently.

"Hm… was in the mood that's all." You sigh, biting your lips.

"Oh I just saw that." He raised his eyebrows. " Been neglecting you, haven't I?" 

"Stop that, Jin. Really." You sigh, playing with the collar of his shirt "You never neglect me. I just…" you look as he is trying hard not to laugh. "Can we just eat something? I'm starving." He burst out into laughter as you find your nook in his neck, brething in the morning scent of him. 

"Yeah we can. I'll make pancakes." but despite saying this both of you stay in your place, in each other's arms as you think that yes; joys of eternity are not gifted to human beings but thoroughly living in a moment makes it seems eternal and to you that is enough. To you the warmth of his arms, waking up to see him healthy,  happy; it was enough. 

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Slow. Dirty. Wet.

Seokjin x reader | 18+ | oneshot | collab | friends to lovers | college au | fraternity | carwash | smut | fluff | oral sex | unprotected sex | dirty talk | bondage | blindfold | choking | dom | sub | cursing

banner maker: @joheunsaram​​

word: 5.5k

part of the hot boy summer collab

When Seokjin stops by your convenience store to buy his typical snacks, he’s such a friendly and funny person. When you stop by the beta tau sigma’s car wash, he’s a completely different person, and inside the office of that car wash, he shows you how different he really is

“Good morning, Y/N,” Seokjin says, the bell ringing as he opens the door, the bell ringing once more as the door closes behind him. “Having a good morning I hope,” he adds, smiling his typical huge smile as he walks down the second aisle where his favorite bag of chips will be. He usually stands in front of the variety of chips looking, as if he’s deciding on which one he wants the most when he always chooses the same one. 

You check the time on the computer screen in front of you; fifteen past eleven. “Good morning,” you reply, eyes traveling back to him as he makes his way to the back of the store for his Sprite. 

He makes his way over towards you at the front, eyes scanning other foods he might want to buy as well. As usual, he takes nothing and stops in front of the counter, placing his items in front of you. You grab the chips first, showing the barcode to the scanner, hearing a beep before going for the Sprite. 

“Easy day?” he asks, fishing in his pocket for his wallet most likely. 

“So far,” you answer, handing him back his snacks for the day. You tell him the price and add, “Heading to class?”

He gives a happy smile as he replies, “Got canceled, so I’m heading towards the carwash.”

You frown in confusion, opening the cash register to put the money in. “Carwash?”

It’s his turn to frown. “You haven’t heard? My frat is having a carwash to keep our philanthropy alive.” Seokjin shrugs. “Seven good looking guys washing your car? Win-win situation for all.”

You can’t help but laugh. The Beta Tau Sigma is very well known at the university; very popular with everyone. You either want to be them, or you want to be with them. Some just want to have sex with them. Overall, they’re like the popular boys in high school, and you just happen to see one of them almost every day when he comes into the little convenient store to buy his chips and sprite at exactly fifteen past eleven. 

You’re not going to deny the fact that he is very good looking—you see what everyone is talking about. His tall figure, charming smile, and dark chocolate eyes that can make you feel all types of things. When he squints his eyes just a bit, tilting his head as he listens to you talk, it makes you want him. It’s strange to you if you’re being honest. Seokjin is such a kind, friendly person, so the fact that just a simple gesture—which is meant to be friendly—makes you want him is just ridiculous. 

He’s a nice person. That’s all you need to know. “Good luck on your carwash,” you comment. 

He opens his mouth then closes it before finally answering, “Thanks. See you later!” And with that, he grabs his items and exits the store. 

When you see him again, it’s a few days later. You didn’t have to come in to work for a few days, so you haven’t seen Seokjin around. You don’t even see him on campus, so you only see him when you’re working. 

He enters the store and walks straight up to you rather than go towards the back to grab his usual. He stops in front of the counter and looks at you with such determined eyes it catches you off guard. You’ve never seen this look before. What is he going to say? Did you do something wrong the last time you two saw one another?

“Would you like to go out on a date one day?” he suddenly asks, definitely catching you off guard this time. 

It’s silent between the two of you for a moment before you reply, “What?”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, eyes looking at anything but you now. “Do you wanna go on a date?”

You open your mouth to respond, but your head is still processing his words. “You want to go on a date… with me?” You thought that your reply would be more of a statement rather than a question, but you can hear it as clear as day that you’re questioning his choice as if you’re the worst option out of the list. 

Not the best thought, but in this moment, your thoughts went straight to the negative.

And it seems Seokjin is just as confused as you are because he frowns and says, “Why did you say it like that?” 

You shrug in response. “It’s just... I never thought that someone like you would want to go on a date with me. We’re basically strangers and I’m sure there are a lot of other people who have similar interests as you, as well as know them.” 

“I know you and I have different tastes, and we only see each other here, but I would like to take you out on a date and get to know you more,” he tells you, basically throwing your comment out the window. A statement that tells you that no matter the difference, there’s always a chance that opposites attract. “So, what do you say? Would you like to go out some time?” he finishes. 

You’re silent for a moment, a debate going on in your head as to whether he’s serious or not. If you want to go on a date with him or not. Should you? Do you? You can’t deny that it’s a hard decision. On one hand, you can’t deny there’s a small attraction to him, and on the other hand, you don’t know him really well. At all, really, but almost everyone who dates doesn't know each other in the beginning. That’s the whole point in finding “the one”. 

“Sure,” you finally answer, heat rising on your cheeks as he smiles brightly at you. 

“Great,” he begins, “how about this Friday? I’ll pick you up at your dorm building?”

“Okay. Friday.” 

“Seven?” he asks.

“Seven,” you confirm, giving him a single nod. 

Seokjin doesn’t go to the back to grab his usual items. He simply waves and leaves the store. When you see him again, it’s three days later when he comes to pick you up for your date. You spent almost the whole day trying to find the perfect outfit. Eventually, after much debate, you choose a rose colored shirt and light blue jeans. Looks cute, but also looks casual so you’re not overdoing it in case he’s not looking for something too fancy.

Quickly slipping on your shoes, you grab your bag, phone and keys, and leave your dorm room, speed walking down the hall and towards the exit door. When you step outside, you’re immediately met with Seokjin. 

He greets you with a smile, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. You’re honestly surprised by the feeling. You’ve never felt a feeling like this before with him. Maybe you just never noticed? It’s hard to not notice a fluttering feeling in your stomach, or your heart beating so fast that it worries you. But right now you’re going to ignore all these lingering questions because you just want to experience this date to its fullest. You honestly want to experience all the rumors you hear when it comes to going on a date with Seokjin. 

There are tons of rumors: Seokjin is such a romantic. Seokjin is so polite and funny. Seokjin is such a sweet lover in bed—then there’s rumors about him being so rough and dominating in bed that those rumors are so hard to believe. He’s not that type of guy. 

But you want to see everything the rumors say about him. 

“You look amazing,” he says, sticking his arm out towards you. 

You can’t stop the smile growing on your lips as you reply, “Thank you. You look amazing, too.” He’s wearing black pants with a white shirt tucked in, black derby shoes and a midnight blue coat that stops at the middle of his thigh. His light brown hair parting more at the side rather than the middle. He looks like a model. 

He chuckles. “Thank you.” Looping your arm through his, he leads you towards the parking lot where his car is waiting. “I’m excited for our date,” he confesses, side eyeing you with what seems like a light blush crossing his cheeks. 

You can’t help but shyly smile as you agree, “So am I.” 

“First I’m taking you to this amazing place for dinner…”

The first date was absolutely amazing. It’s everything you could have imagined, and everything the rumors said about him. He’s such a gentleman and such a romantic, so when he asked you out for a second date, you agreed almost immediately. He laughed at how quick your answer was and you felt so embarrassed, but you had your second date and your third. 

“You should tell your friends about our carwash,” Seokjin tells you as he places his usual chips and drink on the counter for you to scan. 

“Tomorrow’s your last day right?” you ask him, taking the items and scanning it. 

“Yup. We’ve been doing really well with raising money, but we’re trying to get as many people as we can to come by. We need as much money as we can for our philanthropy.” 

You nod, handing back his items as he hands you the exact change. “I’ll let them know,” you tell him, opening the cash register to place the money inside. 

“You can come by, too, if you want,” he begins, your eyes traveling up to him as you close the register, his eyes looking down at his items, “We have two types of treatments for your car. They'll do the fast, clean and dry way, but for you"—he looks over towards you, eyes dark and tempting—"I'll be doing the slow, dirty and wet treatment in the office.” You’re blushing immensely, heart racing at an alarming speed, and Seokjin only shrugs at your response. “After our last date, I can’t help but offer more than what we did that day.”

On your last date, a simple kiss led to more than that, but it never got to what he’s offering. However, you can’t deny that the kiss was very hot and heavy. When the two of you broke apart, you wanted more. You didn’t want to stop. 

That was the crazy part for you. You wanted more.

“That was too soon,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “Sorry about that—just ignore what I said. I’ll see you later, okay?” Tucking his drink under his armpit, Seokjin gives you a quick smile and leaves the store, never giving you a chance to answer him. You can’t help but sigh in relief because you’re not sure what answer you’d give him. So, you continue your day with a few questions lingering in the air.

A few more hours go by when you’re finally done for the day. You gather all your belongings, say goodbye to your coworker, and head towards your car. Checking the time on your phone, you conclude that you have an hour and a half to go to your dorm, do a quick change, and meet with your friends at The Aeries for some dinner and a drink or two.

So although you shouldn’t have, you sped home in order to take a quick shower and change and sped to the restaurant to make it in time. You made it to the restaurant with two minutes to spare. You won’t do anything like that again. Your car isn’t strong enough to be speeding the streets. 

Entering the restaurant, you tell the host who you’re looking for and follow him towards the back of the restaurant where your friends are waiting. They greet you with smiles and hugs as you take a seat and place your bag next to you between you and your friend Nora in the booth. 

“So, Y/N,” Nora begins, your attention on her, “are you two a couple yet?”

“What?”

“You and Seokjin. Are you a thing or what?” your friend Ella tells you with excitement in her tone.

“We just  went on a few dates,” you tell them, feeling flustered with their eyes on you. 

“Oh please. There’s no way you two aren’t a couple yet. He confesses he likes you and you obviously like him. What’s there to think about?” Cal tells you, his head shaking in disbelief at your answer.

“What makes you think I like him?” you ask. It’s only recently that you’re realizing that you’re reacting differently around him.

“Ever since you met him your eyes would light up at the sight of him. You smile so damn big—you’re like a love sick puppy,” Ella answers, leaning back in her seat, arms crossing over her chest. 

“I do not,” you argue.

“You do,” they all say, pushing your argument down real quick. 

“If you never noticed how much you’re into him, then you’re blind as hell.”

You want to argue back, but remain silent. For some reason, you feel like they’re right. Like your expression does change when he enters the store; it’s just you’re too blinded by him that you don’t even notice your demeanor changing. Giving up is the best option, so you change the subject and thankfully your friends don’t bring up your relationship with Seokjin.

The four of you exit the restaurant, chatting about what plans you have for the weekend when Seokjin’s words come back to mind. “Oh, right,” you begin, your friends stopping in their tracks as they look back towards you, “Seokjin’s frat is having their last carwash tomorrow. He’s hoping you guys go get your cars washed. The entire frat will be there, so you’ll be entertained while your car is being washed.” 

“Oh, hell yeah I’ll be there,” Cal jests, a huge smile on his face as he claps his hands in glee. “Hot guys washing my car with nothing but some loose shorts? You should have told me about it earlier. I would have gotten my car dirty everyday if it meant I got to see that view.” 

You all laugh at Cal’s comment. “I might go too, but you should go, Y/N. Seokjin will be there, and that means you’ll get to see him half naked.” Nora winks at you, and your friends laugh at most likely your shocked reaction. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna go. My car isn’t even dirty, plus water leaks in when it gets washed,” you tell them. There’s no way you can take your car.

You’re here, and the line is long.

There are so many cars waiting to be washed it’s absolutely amazing how many people there are. There’s no way they haven’t reached their money goal yet—you can bet they made more than they need. 

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you open the group message you share with your friends. You type away when you notice they’re not here yet.

[Monday, August 30th, 1:37pm] You: Where are you guys?

You hit send and wait for a response, eyes scanning the area once more just in case you passed over them and didn’t notice. As your eyes scan the crowd of guys washing cars, some girls sitting outside their cars to watch the guys wash their cars, and even some familiar faces. Mainly the original seven… well minus Seokjin. You don’t see him anywhere. But before you can look any further for him, your phone chimes. 

[Monday, August 30th, 1:39pm] Cal: I got my car washed earlier. Haru asked me out on a date ;)

[Monday, August 30th, 1:40pm] Ella: I’m gonna be a few minutes late! Had to finish my essay

[Monday, August 30th, 1:40pm] Nora: Same!!

You give a quick understanding response before heading back to your car. You’ll just wait for them to get here so you can get your cars washed together. You don’t get close to your car when you hear Seokjin’s voice call out to you. Stopping in your tracks, you turn around to see him making his way over to you. He’s smiling at you, his hair pushed back by sweat and water. He’s wearing a loose gray tank top with a sunset in the middle, black swim trunks and sandals. His arms are toned, sweat or water slowly sliding down—glistening  in the sunlight. Your heart is racing, your body getting warmer than the sun is already making it. This is bad.

“You made it,” he says when he’s within earshot. “It’ll be a while before we wash your car, so I hope you don’t mind waiting.” He raises his hand to scratch the back of his head, his arm flexing as he does so. “We’ll be as quick as we can—”

“That other option,” you interrupt, “is it still available?” You feel so embarrassed for saying that, but with the way he’s flexing his arms, the outfit, the sweat glistening! You can’t help yourself. You want to touch him, feel him—

“It is,” he tells you, voice low and husky. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key. He hands it over to you and you take it in confusion. “If you keep going forward you’ll find an office. Wait for me there.” 

A chill runs down your spine as you nod, heading towards the direction Seokjin told you. You pass the lines of cars and people, the little building in sight. As you get closer, a somewhat familiar face appears before you. It’s Taehyung.

“Y/N right?” You nod in response. Taehyung holds out his hand towards you. “I’m gonna need your car keys for when it’s your turn.”

“Oh. Right,” you mumble, handing him your keys. “The top side passenger side windshield needs to have a towel pressed against it on the inside otherwise water leaks through when washing the car,” you say.

“Got it. Upper right corner.” With that, Taehyung walks away and towards a car currently being dried. 

You turn your attention back to the building and walk towards it. You put the key in the hole and turn it, the door unlocking. Opening the door you enter inside, the door closing behind you. The room is dusty with only a desk, chair and small lamp to the right while a rather big couch is to the left of the room. Across from you is a window but the black curtains are blocking the sun from entering the room. 

You step further into the room unsure of where to be at, but before you can even decide whether to stand or sit, the door behind you opens, sun spilling into the room before disappearing as the door shuts close. You hear the door locking as you turn around and see Seokjin.

His entire demeanor has changed. He stands with confidence, a dominating aura surrounds him. Your body tingles with excitement and nervousness. He walks up to you, holding up a piece of fabric in his hand. “Turn around,” he says, and your body turns on its own. As if Seokjin’s words have magic to them, controlling you. He covers your eyes and ties a small knot at the back of your head. All you see now is darkness. “Hands behind your back.” Again, you do as told and you feel what you think is rope being wrapped around your wrists, tying your hands together. 

He says nothing more and you wonder what he’s going to do next, but you take in a sharp breath when you feel his teeth against the skin of your neck. He licks the sensitive area, one hand collecting your hair. You can’t help but tilt your head back to give him more access. Not being able to see what he’s doing makes everything feel ten times better. Your sense of touch heightened.

After a few more seconds, he finally stops, letting your hair go only to grab on to your arm and slowly guide you somewhere. You take several, cautious steps before he spins you around, your back to him. You hear like a rustling sound but you can’t tell what it is. You moved to the left you believe, so you must be at the couch, and you’re right when you feel Seokjin’s hands on your hips, guiding you to sit basically at the edge of the couch, in between his legs. 

He leans you back against his chest, spreading your legs as wide as you can. You can feel his hands travel up from your legs to the buttons of your shorts. He unbuttons and unzips your shorts but doesn’t push them down. Instead, his hand slips in your underwear and between your lips. You let out a sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. His fingers move up and down between your lips, rubbing small circles on your bud every now and then. 

The build up is slow. He doesn’t work his fingers fast to get you closer, and it makes you feel impatient. You want to feel his fingers inside you—you want to feel him inside you. When his fingers rub against your bud again, a small moan escapes your mouth. Your body is finally enjoying the pleasure he’s giving, and you want more of it. 

You spread your legs wider, trying to give him as much access as you possibly can, but your shorts make it hard for his hand to move freely. However, it doesn’t seem to bother him all that much. His diligent fingers work with ease in your restricted shorts, pinching your bean, rubbing it and spreading your lips for his finger to tease your entrance. You’re moaning more and more the closer you get to coming. You’re close and he knows it.

“Seokjin,” you cry, chest heaving, hips moving along his fingers.

But he stops. He removes his fingers from your core and gets to his feet, forcing you to do the same. “Turn around,” he commands, waiting for you to do so. You do as told and you feel his hands at your shirt, unbuttoning your blouse one button at a time. When your blouse is unbuttoned he asks, “Is this your favorite bra?”

“No,” you whisper. 

You feel his fingers grab a hold of your strap before a cold object touches your skin and then there’s a pull. One strap is no longer there. You realize he used a knife to cut it. He cuts the second strap before you feel his hands at the clasps of your bra. He unclasps them and removes your bra completely from you. A little off into the distance you can hear it hit the floor. You hear another sound, this one closer; like air was pushed out of something. That can only mean Seokjin sat back down on the couch.

And you’re right when he tells you, “On your knees.” You slowly lower to your knees, your left knee bumping against his foot. “All right, baby. Open your mouth and come forward.” The word “baby” sends a tingle throughout your body. You lean your body forward a bit, your mouth opening waiting for something. Seokjin grabs your face by your chin, your heart racing as you feel something warm and hard brush against your lips. “Suck me dry, baby.” 

You stick your tongue out, feeling the skin of his shaft. You don’t hesitate to take him fully in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You hear him sigh as you bring your head back up, his tip the only thing in your mouth. Your head goes back down, your tongue swirling as you do so and you hear him groan. You continue your movements for a while, hearing him moan every time he’s fully inside your mouth. “Fuck baby, you take me so well.” He gathers your hair in his hand, holding it tightly as he pulls it back, stopping you from moving. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he tells you, guiding you back down. He pushes your head further than what you did. Your nose touches his abdomen and you gag a bit as he keeps you there. “I want to hear you scream my name when I fuck you. I want to hear you beg me to go faster, harder.” 

He pulls your head back up and you gasp for air. You take in as much air as possible before he’s pushing you back down. “Your mouth is so warm. I could fuck your mouth all day.” When he brings your head back up, he keeps you there and thrusts his hips. You’re gagging every time he hits the back of your throat, but you want more. Your body is tingling with excitement at the sounds you’re making. The sounds he’s making. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, wanting to feel some sort of friction between your legs. “Your tits bounce so nicely, baby girl.” You want to see him. You want to see his expression, the pleasure you’re giving him. “I need to fuck your tits, baby.” He pulls out of your mouth completely, letting your hair go as he does so. 

You can hear him moving around before his hand takes a hold of your arm and lifts you to your feet. You let him guide your body to whatever position he wants. He lies you on the couch, your arms in a slightly uncomfortable position, but you don’t care. You want to hear his moans again. You feel a dip on one side of your body, right between you and the back cushion. Seokjin grabs your breasts, pushing them together before he places his penis between them. You hear him spit and you feel warmth fall on your inner left breast, sliding between his shaft and your breast. 

He begins his thrusts, and they’re not slow. He’s thrusting between your boobs like he would if he were inside you. He’s fast and has a quick rhythm. You lower your chin close to your chest and open your mouth. Seokjin takes the hint and brings himself closer, his tip barely entering your mouth when he thrusts forward. He’s cursing loud and thrusting hard. You’re honestly hoping it’ll leave bruises between your breasts. A mark of this night. A mark of a day you want to experience everyday. 

They were right. Seokjin is a dominant man. Anything he says, you must follow. There are no ifs, ands or buts with him, and you absolutely love it. However hard he is with you know, you hope the next time he’s even harder with you. You want a few bruises on your body from his touch. You want red markings on your ass cheeks from him slapping it. You want to tell him all these things, but is it too early? Will he not be into that kind of roughness?

“Fuck. Open your mouth wide, I want you to taste and swallow me,” he grunts, giving you only a few seconds to open your mouth big enough for him to enter. He deep throats you hard, the sound of his hand gripping the leather armrest invades your right ear. He moans loudly, no rhythm to his thrusts as tears prick your eyes. Your legs are rubbing together faster, wanting to feel more pleasure as he goes rigid and still. You feel his warm seed run along your tongue, building up in your mouth as he pulls out. “Open your mouth and show me, baby. Fuck you did so well.” He pinches your nipple. “Swallow.” 

You swallow, whimpering as he pinches both your nipples, his mouth against your neck once again. He bits and licks as his hands fondle your breasts. You feel his mouth lower to your boobs, taking your left breast into his mouth while the other continues to be played with. His free hand is between your legs, spreading them wide for him. He runs his fingers up and down your lips, coating them, riling you up. Finally, he inserts two digits inside you. 

“Seokjin,” you moan, feeling him push and pull his fingers inside you. Every now and then he’ll twist or curve his fingers when he pushes, and you moan louder with each twist or curl. “Please,” you beg.

Seokjin removes his mouth from your sensitive nipple. “Please what?” He curls his digits as he enters. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.” 

“P-please go faster. Please.”

He chuckles. “You want me to go faster?” You nod vigorously. “Okay, love. I’ll let you come on my fingers. Make sure you come hard though, or we’ll go for round two.” When he pulls out, he pushes in faster and rougher. You choke on air as he keeps this rough pace. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down. You’re screaming as he thrusts his fingers in you. Your back arches, toes curl as your high gets closer. Seokjin notices how close you are and he uses his other hand to rub your clit, helping you reach nirvana faster. And you do. Your body shakes forcefully as you come. 

As your body calms, he pulls his finger out from you. Your body flinches as he does so. “That wasn’t hard enough, Y/N. I told you to come hard for me.” You feel all his weight lean back onto his knees. “You better come hard for me this time or we’ll go another round.” You honestly didn’t know what he meant by that statement until you feel the tip of his shaft push in your entrance. You gasp and moan as he pushes himself inside you. “Oh, fuck you’re tight.” He’s hard already? How can he be hard that fast?

Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to slam back into you when he pulls out. He isn’t slow or soft as he fucks you. He is quick and rough, skin slapping and loud moans fill the room immediately. His hand is on your throat, holding it tight enough to make you go crazy. 

“Fuck you feel so good. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, baby. Your curves and ass made it so hard not to fuck you when we first met. You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you in the back at the store. Taking you and having you beg me to fuck you hard. To take that chance in getting caught by customers or your boss. Fuck you feel so good. I could fuck you all day, baby. I want to fuck you all day. Right here in this room. I want to be the reason you can’t walk straight. To be the reason your body is aching. Fuck.”

He pulls out, pulling you up and onto your knees. He enters himself back in again from behind, one hand holding on to your waist while the other grips on your neck and pulls your head back with his lips pressed against your ear. He continues his hard fucking. You’re yelling at this point, feeling him hit your spot every time. You’ve already had small orgasms, your body unable to keep up with him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Let me fuck you all day. You can come to my place and let me fuck you senseless. I want to go dry in you. Can I fuck you like that? Hmm baby? Let me fuck you like that,” he moans in your ear, making you go crazy.

“Yes,” you cry. “Please fuck me like that.” 

“Oh, I will. I’ll have you begging for more each time I make you come. I need to see you—you better come hard or we’ll go again.” Much to your dismay, he pulls out and turns you back around, back to your original position. He pulls your blindfold down and you blink to clear your vision. When you do, you see him so clearly. He’s sweating. Drenched in sweat, and looking so amazing. His body is toned and glistening in sweat. 

He pushes himself back inside you fast, keeping that pace. You cry out, back arching as he slams into you. “Oh fuck, baby I’m close. You’re so tight,” he grunts, spreading your legs wider for him.

“I’m coming,” you choke, stars invading your vision. 

“Come for me,” he says, one hand going back down to our clit and making small, fast movements against it. You scream his name as you come, and as you look at him, you realize he made you squirt. You come hard, your juices hitting against his skin. “There you go baby—fuck,” he moans, his thrusts no longer in a rhythm as you feel his seed enter you. He stills for a moment, the two of you breathing heavily before he pulls out, your body flinching. 

There’s a knock at the door. Both of you look towards it and Seokjin speaks up, “Looks like your car is ready for you.” You look to him and he looks down at you. “The frat is having a party tonight if you want to come.” He scans your body. “I could go for round three tonight.” 

You go to the party that night, wearing a long sleeved shirt because the rope left its marking on your wrists. And that night you had round three. This time he was a lot more rougher with you. He left his markings on plenty of spots on your body, but you’re not complaining.

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Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.

➬ Subtitle | The long road home to you

➬ Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

➬ Genre | Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut

➬ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

➥ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)

➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf​ ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. 

➥ Status/Total word count | COMPLETED / 51,010 words

➬ Chapters

⇢ chapter i. chance encounter

⇢ chapter ii. array

⇢ chapter iii. autumn leaves

⇢ chapter iv. mortals

⇢ chapter v. vivacious

⇢ chapter vi. dying embers

⇢ chapter vii. drowning-1

⇢ chapter viii. drowning-2

⇢ chapter ix. sweet melody-1

⇢ chapter x. sweet melody-2

⇢ chapter xi. coming home-1

⇢ chapter xii. coming home-2

➥ Reference Image | Cafe Setting | Story Mood

➥ Music Companion (link to playlist) | The LOFT - Glass Walls // Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel​ - Nobody

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Literally one of the best fanfic I’ve read my entire life. This has to be my cannon event bc omg

4. Perilune || KSJ

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: Amalthea (Masterpost) - Part 4: Perilune

Rating: NSFW - minors go away i mean it Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta Pairing: Seokjin x female reader Beta team: @yoongiphoria, @here2bbtstrash, @kookstempo

Summary: You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Warnings: language, confessions, drinking, angst, facetime sex lol bye, vibrator use (f), dirty talk, kissing, lightly dom!jin, fingering, reader takes it from behind, penetrative sex (protection not mentioned either way), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), sweet aftercare

WC: 9k

Part 4: Perilune

Perilune: (noun)  the point of an elliptical lunar orbit where the satellite and the Moon are the closest

“What… is going on here?” Minji asks, eyes wide, voice trembling. 

Seokjin, secret genius, reaches out an arm to welcome her into the hug. “Y/N is upset,” he says easily, like this is a perfectly natural thing. “Come help.”

Minji’s eyes narrow, but she shuffles into the hug, wrapping one arm around each of you. “But,” she ventures after a minute, “why are you upset?”

You shake yourself free of the hug, wipe at your face roughly with both hands. You consider your options. You consider that Seokjin is willing to forgo the easy option, to wrestle with a tough reality for you. 

You owe him the same. 

“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen when he flies home again,” you say, as honest as you can be. “And I’m scared I’ll lose him again. And I hate that it isn’t easier.”

Minji looks back and forth between you silently. “Are you….?” she manages, and the question is pointed more at Seokjin than you, so he answers.

“We’re together,” he says simply. 

The shock flies to her face almost instantly, but all you feel is resignation. You’re already emotionally spent today; this might as well happen. 

“For how long?” she demands. “When did this start?”

You look at him. “Technically, like four days ago,” you answer, deciding to omit the New Year’s Eve debacle. For now. 

Her eyes narrow again. “You didn’t tell me.” The accusation falls at your feet, but you’re glad to accept it. 

“We were…” You trail off, meeting Seokjin’s eyes over her head. “We were trying to feel it out before we told anybody.”

“Hmph,” Minji sniffs, arms crossed, frown pronounced. “I’m not anybody. I’m your best friend.”

“I know,” you whisper. “But it felt… complicated. Considering. You don’t… hate this? Would you… are you okay with this?”

Minji huffs out a laugh, the same way Seokjin does when he thinks you’ve said something ridiculous. “Please,” she says, reaching back to elbow her brother in the ribs. “You two have been stupid for each other since we were teenagers. It’s honestly about time.”

It feels too good to be true. Seokjin smiles, grabbing her arm and wiggling it around affectionately. “Look how mature you are,” he coos. “Look at my mature, smart, lovely, wonderful sister.”

“Get off me,” she snaps, but there’s no bite behind it. “God, you two loons.” 

Later, when you’re back home, alone, trying to process everything that had happened, your phone lights up.

[11:57 PM] Minji 💗: OH MY GOD [11:57 PM] Minji 💗: THIS MEANS [11:57 PM] Minji 💗: YOU GOT THE GOOD DICK GLOW [11:57 PM] Minji 💗: FROM MY BROTHER???????///??????????? [11:57 PM] Minji 💗: I WILL THROW UP I WILL THROW UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[12:03 AM] Jin 😎: well now that the cat’s out of the bag… can i take you on a date before i go?

–

You tell Jin yes, but the next night isn’t spent with him. Instead, you show up after dinner to Minji’s apartment holding a fresh stalk of celery with a cheery bow slapped on the packaging. It’s stupid - ridiculous, really - but it’s a you and Minji thing dating all the way back to middle school and you think she’ll laugh.

You’re right; as soon as she processes the nonsense she’s looking at, she bursts into laughter. 

“Damn,” she cackles, backing up to let you into the apartment. “You must be feeling guilty. You bypassed show up with beer and went straight to celery!”

“Please accept this token of my deepest regrets and most sincere apologies,” you deadpan, pushing the stalks into her hands. Still laughing, she heads into her tiny kitchen to find a spot for them in the fridge. You perch on the arm of her couch, waiting for her to come talk to you.

She’s shaking her head at you when she returns, flopping on her couch and staring up at you. “You really didn’t need to,” she says, still smiling.

You twist your mouth at her. “I’ve known you for a long time,” you say gently. “I know it hurt your feelings that I didn’t tell you.”

She looks away and shrugs. For a second you think she’s going to lie, but then she juts out her jaw the way she does when she’s feeling defensive and she says, “I guess. I understood, though. I mean, I get why you didn’t.”

You run your toes along a pattern on her rug. “It’s weird because… I don’t know what’s okay to tell you?”

She cocks her head, not fully understanding. 

You try again. “I mean… I don’t want to not tell you stuff… but obviously there will be things that you don’t want to hear.”

“Ah,” she says, understanding, starting to nod. “Well… how about you give me some warning if anyone’s gonna get naked.”

“A safe word,” you suggest, only partly joking. 

“Pineapple,” she says sagely. “If there are naked parts, warn me with pineapple.” 

You laugh. “Okay,” you agree. “So should I? Tell you all of it?”

“Start at the beginning,” she directs. 

“The beginning.” You laugh again. The beginning was so long ago, before you even understood it. “Well, I think I’ve been in love with him since –”

“Since forever.”

“How come you knew, but he didn’t?” you ask, exasperated. Had everyone known but you and him? 

“Seokjin is an idiot,” she says simply, crossing her arms behind her head and getting comfortable. “Tell me the rest.”

You sink onto the couch opposite her, hugging your knees to your chest. “We had a lot of moments over the years,” you admit, “where I really… wondered. You know?”

“You were the only one wondering,” she says with a smile. “He’s always… made space for you, broke his own rules for you. Jungkook and I used to joke about it. He was always nicer to you than to us.”

You take this in, letting it soak into your heart like sunlight on your skin. You can feel the truth of it, can recognize that some part of you must have known this all along. 

“Yeah,” you say softly. “I guess it was like that, from the outside. I just… never knew what it meant. It was hard to see it clearly, from too close.”

Minji reaches over and squeezes your hand briefly, encouraging. “So, when did things start-start? Like really start?”

“Well,” you say tentatively, “two years ago, when you had that New Year’s Eve party? We, uh… shared a pineapple that night.”

Minji blinks at you, and you watch the moment it processes. Her eyes go wide, lips curling a bit in revulsion. “You what? How long ago? At my dad’s house?”

You cover your face with your hands, peeking at her between fingers. “Yeah.”

She exhales, nearly a whisper. “Two years ago?” she repeats, disbelieving. Now, a bit of hurt does creep into her voice as she adds, “That’s a long time to keep a secret.”

“I would have told you, I swear,” you hurry to say. “But he… kind of vanished the next day. Got on the plane and left and literally never talked to me about it again.”

“God, he’s an incurable fucking idiot,” Minji mutters, mostly to herself, it seems. 

“We worked it out,” you explain. “Recently. But yeah… I was embarrassed. And hurt, to be honest. I just didn’t want to have to admit any of it. I think saying it out loud to you - to anyone - would have killed me. I wanted to just… pretend it didn’t happen.”

She groans in mock agony, throwing her head back and flopping dramatically, like your own stupidity is causing her great pain. 

“I know,” you say, apologetic despite her dramatics. “The whole thing is ridiculous.”

“So?” she says, pulling herself together and scooting to sit back up. “What’s happening now? You’ve… had pineapples again, since he came home for Dad’s surgery?”

You feel your face burn like it’s caught fire before you can even answer and she starts shrieking and laughing, reaching to whack your legs with a throw pillow.

“Never mind!” she cries. “I got my answer, don’t tell me anything else! My actual question is - what happens next?”

You shrug, your stomach sinking. “I’m not sure,” you say. “He… told me he loves me?”

Minji squeals, the noise echoing to her lofted ceilings and back, her feet kicking.

“But,” you add, “he’s flying home in a few days…”

“What?” Minji squawks indignantly, sitting all the way up to face you. “So you’ll just let it die again? I physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually cannot watch you idiots drag this out for another two years.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a little laugh, even though you suddenly feel a bit like crying. “I obviously don’t want that either. He said we’ll talk about it when it’s time.”

She sighs heavily. “Don’t leave it up to him,” she instructs. “He’s so dumb, like my god is he dumb. I have faith in you. Handle it.”

“Okay, bossy,” you say, poking her leg with your foot. “I promise to do my best.”

She nods, satisfied. “You better,” she threatens, and then heads to the kitchen to munch on the celery you’d brought her.

–

Seokjin’s last day comes too quickly. You’ve been dreading it for days. You remember all the other times he’s left before - for college, then when he moved, and on New Year’s Day after sleeping with you for the first time. You had spent all of those days at your parents’ house, watching across the street as cars were loaded, or assessing the empty place in the driveway.

It makes it suck less that this time, you’re in your own apartment, and Seokjin is with you, telling you goodbye instead of vanishing in silence. 

“Don’t be so sad,” he tells you sweetly. “We’ll see each other soon.”

“No we won’t,” you grumble, pouting. 

Days ago, you’d curled into his side, clutching the fabric of his white t-shirt between desperate fingers. The cotton had felt like an anchor.

“Jin?” you’d asked, and he’d looked down at you from his phone, where a game waited for his input. 

“Hm?”

“It’s like… three days left.”

“Yeah,” he’d said slowly, like he wasn’t sure where you were going with this. But of course he did - what else could be weighing on your mind? Why else would you bring it up?

“We said we’d decide what to do when it was closer,” you reminded him. “It’s closer.”

“It is,” he agreed easily, turning his phone screen off and shifting to give you his full attention. “And?”

You couldn’t stand it, suddenly, his teasing.

“Seokjin,” you murmured, reproachfully. 

“What?” he asked innocently, bumping your nose with his. He was smiling, like he thought your distress was a little funny.

“Jin,” you whined. “I’m being serious! We need to talk about it!”

“So let’s talk about it!” he had laughed. Then, watching your face, he’d grown serious. He’d brushed his fingers along your jaw, pressed a kiss to the scrunch between your eyebrows. “I’m listening,” he promised.

“When you go home…” you’d said quietly, “I don’t want this to end. I know we said long distance is awful, but…” You trailed off. 

“But what’s the alternative?” he finished the thought for you. “I don’t want this to be over, either.”

“So,” you’d said slowly, hope daring to blossom behind your ribcage, “we’ll try?”

He had nodded seriously, eyes far away as he considered this option. “It won’t be fun, and it won’t be easy,” he’d warned. “But, yeah… I’d like to try. I don’t want to throw this away again.”

As he double-checks his luggage in the doorway of your apartment, he sends you a rueful smile and says your name disarmingly.

“What?” you grumble.

“We’ll see each other soon,” he repeats indulgently. 

“Soon,” you scoff. “Like, what? Christmas?”

He comes to you then, wrapping his arms around your angry shoulders. “Listen,” he says, his dulcet voice soothing you, “My goal is to find a way to be with you. I’m going to go back and do whatever I can to make that happen. Okay?”

“A man with a plan,” you murmur, softening with his reassurances. 

“A man who’s done losing time,” he says solemnly.

It’s the first time he’s leaving you where you have the chance to kiss him goodbye.

It’s the first time he’s leaving you with hope that he’ll return and help you build something better.

–

You and Jin talk on the phone every day that he’s gone. It sucks to be far apart, sure, but somehow this is still better than before - at least now you’re talking, a ton, giggling and flirting openly like you’ve never been able to before. 

At least now you can tell him you love him before hanging up, instead of pretending you don’t, instead of denying it, lying about it, trying to imagine a life where it isn’t your biggest truth. 

Almost a week passes before Jin tells you, ceremoniously, “I… have news.”

“Ooh,” you say. “I’m listening.”

He smiles at you lazily through the screen; you’re each in bed, chatting before saying goodnight. “Don’t get too excited,” he warns you. “It’s good news, but it’s not ideal news.”

“I will temper my expectations,” you promise. 

“I requested to transfer,” he tells you. “I put in the request the day I came back.”

You smile, feeling warm and grateful, feeling full of love and appreciation. “And?”

“It’s not perfect,” he warns you again. “I did get approved, but -“

You squeal. 

“But,” he continues over you, “they want me to work down a 90-day notice and help train someone to take my place here. And the transfer location isn’t in town, it’s in the city.”

You stay silent, thinking about this. 

“So,” you clarify slowly, “we have to wait three months, but then you’ll be here?”

“Not there-there,” he points out. “An hour away.”

“It’s better than now,” you point out. “Even if I only see you on weekends, it’s better than now.”

“It’ll be more than that,” he says. “That’s the absolute worst case scenario. Okay?”

“Okay,” you say, minimizing the call to pull up your calendar. “Ninety days starting… today?” 

“Tomorrow is day one,” he tells you warmly. You click the date on your calendar - a Thursday in early September - and mark it Jin transfers. 

“Can’t wait,” you say, opening the call again. “When are we gonna apartment hunt?”

He laughs. “I’ve already got Minji on it.”

You lay awake long after you hang up, daydreaming of ninety days from now, when Seokjin will be just an hour away, close enough to drive to, close enough to touch. 

— 

“How was your day, beautiful?” Jin greets you before the connection loads his video, his voice finding you before his face does. It’s been about a month and a half of the long-distance thing, and your video call routine is solid.

You roll on your side, holding your phone so Jin can see your sad little face and a good helping of cleavage from your pajama top. “I don’t know,” you pout. “Okay, I guess.”

“Aigoo,” he croons. “What’s wrong with my favorite girl today?”

You sigh heavily; you’ve dropped the act for the most part, and now you’re letting your actual frustration show. It’s about a month into your relationship, a month into making long distance work. 

“I dunno,” you admit. “I think I’m just having a day where I miss you.”

“I’m here,” he says seriously, bringing his phone closer to his face. Disgusting, that you can see him so clearly that you can make out the affection in his gaze, and yet he’s still hundreds of miles away. 

“I know,” you say. “But I guess I miss… the physical stuff.”

He grins wolfishly before you’re even done with the word “physical”, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

You laugh - you can’t help it. “I meant like… I could use a hug. But… yeah, that too, now that you mention it. A little stress relief would be nice.”

Jin shifts on your screen. “Hm,” he says tightly, voice suddenly different enough that it brings your attention to him sharply. “Well, how would you have handled that - before me?”

You feel yourself flush. “Jin,” you scold. “Don’t tease me.”

“As much as I do love to see you get flustered,” he admits, “I am very serious right now.”

How did you miss his expression darkening? Suddenly, his brows are starting to furrow, his eyes narrowed just slightly with intent focus. His voice touches on dangerous.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, words all mumbled through your embarrassment. 

“If you can’t tell me, maybe you should just show me,” he suggests, that edge to his voice singing like the freshly forged metal of a gleaming sword.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, still mostly mortified. Only a little turned on. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” 

“My normal way, is, uh… with some battery-powered assistance.”

You can’t even look at him. 

“Why are you being shy about it?” he asks. “That’s hot. I wanna see - wanna see what you do. Wanna see you come undone.”

You almost gasp, and he makes the mistake of letting his breath out just a touch too loudly, shifting just a bit too suspiciously.

“Are you-?”

“Of fucking course I am,” he huffs, and now it’s obvious that he’s got his hand around his dick - the scrunch of his brows, his teeth on his bottom lip. “Come on, don’t let me party alone.”

“You’re such a dork.” Despite the insult, your thighs are rubbing together as if of their own volition, and you sneak your hand down to press against your core just once for relief. 

“You’d forget all about that if I had my hands on you instead,” he asserts, voice low. “I’d like to see you call me names when I’m up to my knuckles in your -”

“Jin!”

“Am I wrong?” he smirks. You can tell by the way the phone shakes just so that he’s still stroking himself, slowly. 

You have no answer to that. 

“Come on,” he urges. “Let me see. I’m so hard.”

Your breath whooshes from you as he admits this. You’d never done this before - with anyone, not on video. It feels scary, but definitely fun. And, of course, you trust Jin implicitly. You know this will stay between you two.

“Take your shirt off,” you murmur, and the speed at which he obeys would be comical if you weren’t wet to the point of discomfort. 

“You too,” he begs, voice going whiney for just a second. You hesitate, still a little shy, but finally you pull the material over your head, dropping it on the empty side of the bed for later. You roll sideways, placing your arm strategically to prop your tits up a bit. 

“Now bottoms,” he instructs, half breathless. You’re slow to comply, eyes taking in the skin he’s revealed on-screen - tanned shoulders, pecs, dusky nipples, his flat tummy. Eventually you tear your eyes away enough to shimmy out of your pajama bottoms and panties, looking back at him expectantly. 

Seokjin angles the camera down for a minute, displaying the way he’s got his fist around the base of his cock, holding it upright and proud for you. “See what you did?” he grunts, hand sliding up and squeezing the head before taking its place at the bottom again.

“You’ve got crimes to answer for, too,” you tease.

“Show me,” he says, the words tumbling from him. He shifts the camera back to focus on his face. “Please, baby, let me see you.”

It takes some maneuvering, but you manage to bend your leg and prop your phone up, reaching to keep one finger on the top to steady it. You try not to look at your own body on the screen, focusing instead on how Seokjin’s eyes go heavy-lidded as he takes you in, how his breath hitches when you slide your middle finger between your folds and swirl it around in the gathered slickness you find there.

He swears fiercely, and you almost laugh. It makes you warmer, wetter, knowing you can affect him like this. 

“Spread them,” he commands, and you feel yourself clench at the words. 

“Really?” you ask, though you know he means it. You just want to buy time, the feeling of being exposed new and a little frightening. 

“Wanna see,” he repeats, lips barely moving to form the words. 

Finally, you muster the courage and do as he asked with your thumb and forefinger, listening to the slick sound of his hand on his cock, the way his exhales carry the barest touch of a groan. 

“Happy?” you ask after a minute of his huffed breaths, bringing the phone back up towards your face and unbending your leg. 

“Won’t be happy until you come,” he mutters. “Show me what you do. Please?”

“Is that what you want?” you ask, feeling a little breathless. “Just do what I normally do and let you listen?”

“And watch,” he breathes. 

You roll to dig through your nightstand drawer, coming out with a low-key but trusty bullet. When you click it on, Seokjin’s eyes fly to yours through the screen. 

You follow his direction, tilting the camera so he can watch you slide it, on its lowest setting, over your entrance and up to your clit. You retrace this path three more times, slowly, lightly, your body warming up by degrees. When you finally settle it firmly over your clit and leave it, you can’t help the low, rolling moan you let out.

“That’s right,” Jin whispers. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Not as good as you would,” you admit with a little laugh. 

“Soon,” he promises. And then, “What would you want me to do?”

“God,” you utter, pressing the bullet tighter against your clit. “Anything - your fingers, your mouth - want you inside me.”

He can’t even answer you, eyes sliding closed for a second as he loses himself in your words, in the picture they play in his head, in the memories of you that they unravel. 

“I- I’m getting close,” you warn him, the pulsing starting in gentle, easy waves, a warning sign.

He answers with a groan, and you click the bullet to a higher setting, letting your head fall back and your eyes drift closed as you lose yourself in the vibrations. The call is filled with the sound of steady buzzing, the slick skin-on-skin sound of Seokjin’s hand, both of your gasped and haggard breathing, punctuated by low groans and the occasional whine.

You grit his name between your teeth when you teeter closer. 

“Let go,” he commands, his voice rumbling deeper than you’ve ever heard it. It’s a stark contrast to the higher-pitched whine he lets out when you do, a wordless wail sailing between your lips as your legs shake and your whole body tightens. He comes with a cry before you’ve even caught your breath, quiet and stillness finally settling over you both as you click off your bullet and toss it sideways on your bed to clean off later. 

He smiles beatifically, some of his hair stuck to his forehead. “That was fun,” he says, leaning to reach for something, you assume to clean himself off with. “You feel better?”

“Yeah,” you agree breathlessly, legs still twitching a little. “But not as good as I could. Not as good as if you were here.”

“Soon,” he promises again, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. “I promise. I’ll be with you soon.”

–

[9:28 AM] You: good morningggg  [12:03 PM] You: wow, busy today huh? hope it’s a good busy and not a shitty busy 😘 [5:02 PM] You: heading home! call me if you get a second? [10:41 PM] You: ok well i’m going to bed… talk tmrw maybe. Goodnight.

You sleep fitfully, filled with unease and disappointment. Your phone’s vibrations wake you close to midnight. You answer it without checking the screen.

“Mm’lo?” you manage, eyes still closed. 

“Baby, I am so sorry,” Seokjin blurts through the line. “I literally just got home.”

Your mind, still mostly asleep, is muddy. “Hmm,” you breathe, trying to process, trying to make coherent words. “It’s so late.”

“I know,” he says sorrowfully. “I was running in circles all day, I legitimately don’t think I’ve peed since morning.”

You let another breath that’s kind of like a sigh. “That’s not healthy,” you murmur.

He laughs a little. “Tell me about it. Anyway, I’m sorry I was MIA all day. I hope you didn’t worry.”

“I didn’t worry,” you tell him, starting to wake up a little. “I knew you were working. Missed you, though.”

“I missed you, too.”

“You were too busy to miss me.”

He laughs again. “Well, I miss you now.” Then, almost to himself, “The moon’s pretty tonight. Looks almost full.”

You shimmy to the edge of your bed, where you can peek through your sheer curtains. The moon is very full, visible just above rooftops across the street.

“I see it,” you tell him sleepily. It gives you a sense of peace that, although you’re far away, although you really failed as a couple at communication today, at least you can share this - the pure white moonlight, the darkened mares barely visible. 

You both go silent for a few minutes, and you keep your eyes on the moon. 

“Hey,” Seokjin says softly. “I know today sucked. It won’t always be like this, okay? One more month - not even a whole month - and we won’t ever have days like this again.”

“Yeah,” you say, a little unconvinced.

“We won’t,” he assures you. “I’ll make sure of it. You’ll be sick of me in no time.”

“Can’t wait,” you tell him with a yawn, finally scooting back into the warm spot you’d vacated, ready for sleep to find you again.

–

Seokjin’s new apartment - a fifty-three minute drive from your own, you timed it - is admittedly really nice. Nicer than your “swanky” one. 

“God, this kitchen,” you marvel after dropping a box of his cutting boards and mixing bowls onto the kitchen counter. “It’s almost enough to make me want to learn to cook more.”

He laughs. “I think I told the agent yes based on this room alone.”

Most of the big furniture pieces were brought up by the moving company Jin had hired, so you help him unload the rest of the boxes from his car and you both look around, trying to determine the best place to start. 

“I’m going to find my sheet sets and set up my bed,” he decides, eyes scanning the many boxes. “That way when we tire ourselves out, it’s ready to go. Can you… maybe find the bag with all my toiletries and get that stuff in the bathroom?”

“Aye-aye, captain!” you chirp, starting to wade into the sea of cardboard, but Seokjin tugs you back gently by your shirt’s hem.

“What?” you ask him, a little giggly. 

“What are you so happy about?” he teases, pulling you close and resting his mouth near your temple, not quite a kiss. 

You shrug, wrapping your arms around his middle and welcoming the hug. You never want to go three months without him ever again. 

“Just…” you say, trailing off to think. “Just happy that you’re here.”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “This is better, right?”

“Couldn’t hug you before,” you agree.

His smile goes sideways. “Lots of things we couldn’t do before.”

You laugh, pushing him away playfully. “Can’t do that until you set the bed up!”

“That is simply untrue,” he points out, even as he heads towards a box clearly labeled linens/blankets/pillows. “You just lost creativity points.”

You roll your eyes, unable to do anything about the grin on your face, and get to work searching for his shampoo.

Later, after you finished the bathroom and started putting laundry away and after Jin spent a solid two hours hooking up all his consoles and messing with the wiring, you lay sideways across his newly made bed, feeling like the bones have melted out of your body.

“Unpacking is exhausting,” you complain. “I was going to drive home tonight so I could sleep later in the morning, but I don’t think I can.”

“Good,” Jin murmurs, sounding half-asleep himself. He rolls and throws an arm heavily over your middle, tugs you closer. “Stay here with me. Stay all night.”

I think… I could stay forever, you think.

–

[10:06 AM] You: morning 😘 today’s gonna be a really rough day at work for me so don’t worry if you dont hear from me until late, ok? [10:06 AM] Jin 🥰: yeah i remembered. good luck, you’ve got this!  [10:06 AM] Jin 🥰: I’ll see you tonight at my place right? [10:07 AM] You: yes - the only thing getting me through the dayyy

By the time you stagger to your car, it’s been dark for hours. Your feet are throbbing in pain, your back feels like you wrestled an elephant, and you’re so tired you almost consider a nap in the backseat.

And then you remember - you’re supposed to drive the hour to Jin’s place tonight. In the six months Jin has been in his new place, you’ve taken turns every few nights making the trek back and forth. Tonight is your turn.

Or, is supposed to be.

You two had only canceled once before, on a night when a terrible rainstorm swept through and made the roads unsafe. Apart from that, you’d always shown up - or he had. 

Guilt, and the desire to see Jin, wage war against your exhaustion until you’re nearly in tears over it. You just don’t know what to do - try and make the drive, or wave the white flag and just go home to a hot shower and, finally, some dinner. 

Eventually, you turn on the car and start towards home, calling Jin as you go.

“Well, look who it is,” he greets you warmly. 

You sniff in reply. “Jin? I don’t think I’m coming there tonight. I’m really sorry. I’m just - I’m so tired, I feel like it wouldn’t be safe - and I haven’t eaten anything since before work and -”

“Hey,” he interrupts you gently. “It’s fine. Do you want me to come there?”

You glance at the clock on the dashboard. “Honestly,” you say, mournful, “I don’t think it’s worth it. I won’t be awake, and even if I am, I won’t be fun.”

“I don’t care if you’re fun,” he says. You know he means it. But still.

“I”m just gonna go home, eat, shower, and pass out,” you say, feeling utterly defeated. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says. 

You still cry, quietly, mostly out of frustration, the rest of the way home, even after you’ve hung up. Going home to him would have been exactly what you needed tonight, and it feels deeply unfair that you can’t have that. 

You eat first, scarfing down leftovers you pull from your fridge, not even bothering to put on a tv show for noise. You barely even sit down. A hot shower does wonders, and soon you’re collapsing into bed, hardly having the strength to roll over and reach for your charger’s cord. You text Jin another apology and a sweet goodnight, but you’re asleep before he can answer, lost to the dark.

You wake up confused, still engulfed in darkness. It feels like you’ve only been asleep for minutes. You become aware of a noise near the end of your bed and your adrenaline spikes. You sit up, reaching for your phone.

“Don’t mace me,” Jin laughs, coming around the side of the bed and moving the blankets so he can slide in next to you.

You’re frozen, uncomprehending. “Jin?”

“The one and only,” he quips, rolling to cling to your back. “Surprise.”

“I told you not to come!” you splutter.

“Should I leave?” he asks wryly, and you grab his wrist as if he might.

“Don’t you dare,” you say, heart rate starting to calm now that you’ve discovered there isn’t a murderer in your apartment. “God, your feet are like icicles.”

He hums a laugh into your hair, runs a hand down your arm. “Go back to sleep,” he tells you.

You try to listen, scrumping around until you’re comfy again, his body warm and solid behind yours. “Can’t believe you drove here in the middle of the night,” you say finally, a touch of disbelief in your voice. “You’re out of your mind.”

He pulls you tight and then releases you. “Just try and keep me away,” he dares the universe, voice low next to your ear. 

You slowly drift back towards sleep, breathing going even and deep. The last thing you remember before you go under is whispering, “Thank you.” To him. Maybe to the universe. 

–

“I can’t believe I’m doing this for the second time in less than a year,” Seokjin grumbles from his side of the couch that the two of you are trying - and currently, failing - to get up a stairwell. 

“Are you complaining?” you ask, a bit of challenge in your voice. “Are you complaining after your amazing girlfriend found the best apartment, perfectly situated halfway between our jobs, and secured it - all while you were locked into Overwatch? Are you complaining that the living an hour away problem is finally over after an entire year? No more stupid-early commutes, or only seeing each other long enough to sleep - you have complaints?”

“I am complaining,” he asserts, shifting the couch in his hands, “about the physical labor.”

When you get to a good stopping point, hours later, you lean heavily against the kitchen counter. “Should we peruse our new home’s take-out options?” you ask, starting to reach for your phone. 

Seokjin doesn’t answer, which causes you to look up and assess why not. When you meet his gaze, he’s got a look in his eyes that you’re starting to know well.

“Seriously?” you ask with a laugh. “You’re not too tired?”

“For you?” he scoffs, moving closer, predatory. “Never.”

“I’m all sweaty…”

“I deeply do not care.”

“I can do approximately zero percent of the work,” you warn him.

He towers over you, hands coming to grip the counter on either side of your body, caging you in. “Wasn’t planning on you doing any work at all,” he admits darkly, mouth close enough to your ear to tickle. “I’m suddenly remembering almost a year ago, when I promised to bend you over the kitchen table someday. And now, we have our own kitchen table, in our brand new place together.”

Your grin turns predatory in turn. “Alright, you convinced me.”

“Good,” he grunts, and grips your jaw gently enough that it doesn’t hurt, firmly enough that he can easily tilt you back to receive his biting, desperate kiss. 

You moan immediately, melting back against the counter, thrilled by his urgency. You peel off his shirt, letting it drop onto the hardwood beneath your feet, and yours follows soon after. You lift your arms obediently when Jin tugs at the band of your sports bra, rolling it up and sliding it over your arms. He encases you with his arms, kissing you deeply, and you slide your hands down his stomach as you slide your tongue over his. 

It isn’t long before he’s tugging your leggings and panties down in one hand, and you use your feet to free yourself the rest of the way. He’s rough today as he slides his digits between your legs, barely slicking them up before pushing two fingers as far into you as he can, twisting them before pulling them out again.

You breathe his name, clinging to him desperately, hips pushing back against him as he pumps his fingers in and out of you indelicately, causing the last syllable of his name to come out on a whine. You push absently at the waistband of his joggers, too weakly to actually get them anywhere. You make a noise of complaint, and he laughs lowly, punctuating the sound with a particularly vicious flick of the wrist, sending his fingers pistoning into your front wall.

“Jin,” you wail, assaulted by the sudden sensation. “Please, I -” 

“Awfully needy for someone who had to be convinced,” he smirks, and if you weren’t halfway to your first orgasm of the night you might have whacked him for it. 

But then his fingers are slipping out of you, and he’s pushing his joggers and boxers to the ground and pulling you towards the table, telling you quietly, “C’mere.”

When he said bend you over, he meant bend you over, apparently, because as soon as he has you close enough he’s spinning you to face the table, one palm firmly pushing between your shoulder blades until your front presses against the tabletop.

“This okay?” he murmurs behind you, the same hand that pushed you into place caressing a worshipful pattern back down your ribs, sliding over your ass and resting there, waiting.

“Very,” you groan, and shudder when he answers this by leaning his body over your back, his hands splayed on either side of your ribcage, holding him up.

“In that case,” he says, “arms up. Hold the other side.”

Your breath leaves you audibly and you obey, reaching to grip the opposite side of the table. He strokes the curve of your ass again, and then you feel him run the head of his cock up and down your slit - it sends a white-pleasure shock through you when it rubs firmly over your clit and you try to catch it on your entrance as he slides back up.

You whine again, and he chuckles before finally pushing into you.

You both groan as he bottoms out, yours turning to a gasp as he bumps something deep inside you that makes your entire abdomen flex in response. 

“Shit,” you gasp, “you’re so deep this way -”

“Fuck,” he growls, the word torn from his throat as he starts to move. “Why are you so tight, I’m gonna last two minutes like this, damn -”

“Because I’m about three seconds from coming,” you say - or you try to. It comes out more like a moan, your voice shaky and tremulous, betraying you completely. 

“Do it then,” he says, gripping your hips with one hand and reaching around to find your clit with another as he keeps a torturously steady pace. “Come all over me.”

His nimble fingers do the trick and it’s only seconds later that you’re following directions, pressing your forehead desperately into the wood of the table as your body trembles and shakes beneath Jin’s hands. 

You feel your toes curling against the hardwood floor, feel your fingers go tight against the table’s edge, feel your pussy clench around him again and again and again, feel the sensation of light race down your legs and out to your fingertips, feel Jin’s cock slide against your pulsing walls, feel his hands come to your hips to pull you against each stroke.

You hear your first gasped breath, hear the slap of skin on skin, hear the huffs and groans of Jin’s broken breathing behind you as you slowly come back into your body, as the tremors in your legs die back down to tiny, interspersed shakes.

“Holy shit,” you manage, lifting your head off the table and trying to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Can you take more?” he checks, his hand twitching on your hip like he’s keeping it in line.

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he whispers, and pulls your hips flush against his, slamming into you, sliding out, slamming in again until you’re keening out syllables that don’t add up to words, eyes screwed shut, exhales warbling out like sobs.

“Take it so well,” he praises, his voice shattered, the words coming through a clenched jaw, as he breathes and focuses and tries to hang on, hips snapping. 

He slows his pace and reaches for your shoulder, pulling you to straighten up, your back flush against his sticky chest. You moan at the change of angle, and then he slips out of you, turns you around again and lets you sit on the edge of the table. He reaches one arm around your shoulders to brace you and slides back in slowly.

Your head falls back, eyes closed.

“Can you look at me?” he breathes, chest jumping as he tries to keep it together.

With difficulty, you lift your head and open your eyes, finding his watching you intently. Gazes locked, he pumps once, twice, three more times and comes with a shudder, his head falling onto your shoulder as he spasms and groans deep and loud. 

His hips slow and then eventually come to a stop. He stays buried deep inside you, lifting his head from your shoulder and bringing his other arm around your back. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” you tell him thickly, your legs shaking.

He slips out of you gently, reaching down to wipe away a bit of mess that followed onto your thigh. “Don’t walk, then,” he tells you, and guides your arms around his neck before lifting you and carrying you through your new apartment towards the en suite.

He sets you gently on the edge of the tub and reaches to turn the shower on full blast. “Did we find towels?” he asks.

You lean against the tiled wall. “The box is on the bed.”

“Okay,” he says, then crouches down before you. “You good?”

“Mhm,” you tell him. He retreats, and you hear the telltale sign of tape being ripped off cardboard. He returns with two towels in hand and gently lifts you, guiding you over the edge of the tub and into the warm spray of water.

You lean against him heavily, sleepiness coming over you like a fog. He runs a hand over your hair affectionately, then leans down to whisper, “Four rooms to go.”

–

“Jin? Is the table set?”

“It’s set.”

“Can you open the wine?”

“Opening.”

“What about the -”

Seokjin takes your hands. You hadn’t even heard him enter the room. You’re too frazzled to even be startled.

“What are you so nervous for?” he asks, peering at you. “It’s Minji and Jungkook and our parents. We could literally serve pizza bagels in our pajamas and it would be fine.”

You sniff. “That actually sounds really good.”

Seokjin looks at you indulgently. “They won’t be here for another half hour. We have lots of time.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “You’re right. It’s just my first time hosting everyone at the same time here, in our place together - it just feels… significant.” Your parents and Seokjin’s family had been to the place you share several times in the last few months, but never together. Never for an event.

“I’m not saying I disagree,” he says gently. “But I promise, everything is more than fine.”

“You’re right,” you say, still unable to help, but glancing around the eating area for any detail you may have missed. 

“Why don’t we try the wine?” Jin suggests. 

“That’s for later,” you remind him.

“There’s plenty. We should make sure it’s good.” He sends you a wink.

You sigh, knowing exactly what he’s up to. “A small pour,” you instruct. “I’m gonna go grab my phone off the charger, I’ll be right there.”

You step through your bedroom without bothering to turn the lamp on, moving by memory over to your nightstand where your phone awaits. When you turn around to head back, you bump into Seokjin, lingering behind you in the shadowy room.

“What are you doing?” you laugh. “I thought you were opening the wine.”

He takes your hands again, how he had just minutes ago by the kitchen table. “You’re right,” he says, ignoring your question. “Tonight does feel significant.”

You feel your brows furrow. “Jin?”

He takes a breath, like he’s steadying himself. “There’s something I want to ask you before everyone gets here.”

Your heart drops into your ass. 

He continues. “I thought for a long time about all the different ways I could do this, because you deserve something spectacular. But, I got tired of waiting for an idea that felt good enough and I just want you. So…” He trails off, digs in his pocket, pushes something square and velvet into your hands. 

“Jin,” you whisper, heart pounding. It feels right, somehow, that it’s happening like this. Just you and him, the apartment - the world - silent around you, speaking quietly through the dark.

It’s always been you and Seokjin, in the dark.

“So,” he continues, like if he stops he’ll lose his nerve, “I want to ask you… if you want to get married. If you’ll marry me.”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Yes.”

He wraps you in a hug, and you say, muffled by his shirt, “Can we go back in the light so I can see the ring?”

Later, he sends you a sly sideways smile. “You know my sister’s going to spot that before she’s even through the door.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Maybe I’ll keep my hands in my pockets all night, just so I don’t have to hear her.”

He bumps you lightly with his hip so you’ll look up at him. “Are you happy?” he asks quietly. 

You think about everything you’ve been through - a lifetime of wanting, years of misunderstanding, and over a year between figuring it out and now. Finally, finally, everything has aligned, every piece in place.

“Never been happier,” you tell him, resting a hand on his heart. 

“Good,” he says, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Let’s stay that way for a long, long time.”

–

“No, you hang up first!” Minji squealed for the ninth time, before blowing many kisses into the phone and finally hanging up with her boyfriend. She was twenty, in love, and had somehow lost you from her bedroom during the course of the phone call. 

Calling your name quietly, she’d left her bedroom, typing a text to you as she peered into each of the rooms of the house, even the basement where Jungkook and his friends were still drinking. 

“Don’t get alcohol poisoning,” she warned them. “Has anyone seen Y/N?”

Finally, she decided you must have gone home and started padding back to her bedroom, sending you one more angry text to find in the morning. 

As she passed Seokjin’s room, she noticed his door was open about a foot. She stepped closer, just meaning to pull it closed - they did that for each other if they fell asleep with it open, it was just muscle-memory at that point - and then froze.

You were in Seokjin’s bed, fast asleep, curled up facing the door. For a second, she thought you were alone, but then she spotted Jin’s arm over your belly, his shoulders peeking out from behind yours. 

She bit her lip, staring, silent. In his sleep, Seokjin’s arm flexed against you, and Minji watched as you instinctively reached up to touch his arm, butterfly light, before letting your hand fall back to the mattress again.

She closed the door quietly, continued down the hall to her own room.

She knew better than to interfere, knew better than to meddle and mess it up. But still...

Maybe someday, she thought. Maybe someday you’d figure it out.

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📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 2

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PART 1  (most of the fics were part of my Dec reads but I opted to post my favorite holiday-themed fics instead to match the 🎄☃️❄️🎄mood)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - JJK | 16.1k (so far) | Bad Boy AU, Good Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU | S, slight A, slight F ~ [2/?] + [2 Drabbles] 

Bad Influence 🌷

Bad Behavior

Drabbles [2/?] 

Before You @ephemeralkookie - JJK | 21k (so far) | Tattooed!JK, Friends to Lovers, Parents AU | F, S, A

Original Story 🌷

Other stories in the Before You Universe

Countermelody @bonvoyagenoona  - MYG | 54.8k |  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Producer AU, Music AU | F, S, A ~ [3/5]

Dissonance

Tuning

Syncopation

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | 32.3k | CEO!reader, Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F ~ [6/10] 

Driving Me Wild @koorara - JJK |  13.2k | followed roommate demon Jungkook to hell, Demon AU, Soulmate AU, Roommate AU  | F ~ [3/? + 1/? Drabble]  (this is really cute 🥰) 

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Halloween Special

In the Middle @taetemae - JJK x Reader x MYG | 7.6k | Love Triangle AU, Unrequited Love AU | A, S [1/3] 

Little Mouse @jjungkookislife - JJK | 19k | Established Relationship, College AU, Frat Boy AU, College AU | F, S, slight A ~ [8/?] 

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Christmas Special

Valentine’s Day

Maybe I Do @jiminssthetic - KTH | 96k | CEO AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers | A, F, S ~ [6/11] 

My Tears Ricochet Drabble Series @augustbutwinter - KTH | 1.9k | Ghost AU, Roommate AU | F, A ~ [2/12]

Pearls & Poinsettias @chillingkoo - JHS | 12k | CEO AU, Escort AU, Christmas AU | S, F ~ [2/3] 

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Still reading ongoing series from previous reading lists, whenever there is an update 😊

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Asmodeus @jingabitch - one shot | 3.6k | Demon AU, Witch!Reader - While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon | S  (I love this! spooky yet 🔥) 🌷

Friction @bangtanbetchfics - series | 27.5k | Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, CEO AU, feat matchmaker assistants VMIN | S, F ~ [4/4] 

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Seokjin

Aubade @junghelioseok - one shot | 9.9k | One Night Stand AU, Snowed In | S 🌷

Mea Culpa @jinned -  one shot | 16.9k | Warlock AU, demon realm | S, F, A

That Famous Happy Ending @jinpanman - drabble | 2.3k | Royalty AU, Enchanted AU, Seokjin as Prince Edward | F

Uptown Girl @moononthejoon - one shot |  16.4k | part of the Playlist series, Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, S

Yoongi

a love that endures @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 14.4k | High School Reunion AU, Exes to Lovers |  F, minor A

Eargasm  @lavishedinjimin - one shot |  9.5k | Phone Sex AU, Sex Hotline AU | S  🌷 (a re-read; imagine yoongi’s honey voice 🥵💦)

Untitled  @bxebxee - drabble | 1.8k | exes(?), “Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years” | A, S (this is good, can’t believe it’s only 1.8k felt like a lot happened) 🌷

Hoseok 

A Court of Curses @readyplayerhobi - one shot | Vampire Prince x Witch!Reader, Arranged Marriage AU | S, A, F 🌷

Sometimes I Don’t Like Being Last On Your List @honeytae - one shot | 3.2k | Established Relationship, Slice of Life, arguments | A, F

The Compromise @chim-chimmie  - one shot | 12.8k | Enemies to Lovers, kind of Fuckboy AU | A, S, F

Jimin

Could Have Been You @ressjeon - drabble | 832 | bickering exes | A but in a cute way? 😁 (author considering turning it into one shot so here’s my vote 💕)

For Whom the Bell Tolls @softyoongiionly - one shot | 8k | Fantasy AU, Mythology AU, Demi-god AU | A, F, S 🌷

Remedy for Mondays @dovechim​ - series | 41.9k | Co-worker AU, Fake Pregnancy AU (lol), Fake Dating AU, fake baby daddy 😅 | F, A, S (actually a re-read because I miss HR Namjoon 🥰)

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Try Me @jjkxla - series | 11k | Gang AU, Neighbor AU | A, S ~ [4/4] (I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr 🥰)

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Taehyung

Boy With Luv by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 11.6k | Idol AU, established relationship, healing/comfort fic, Slice of Life | F, S 

Get You The Moon @bymoonchild - one shot | 19.6k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Football AU, Jock!Taehyung, Student Reporter!OC | A, F, S 🌷 (a re-read🥰)

Kismesis @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 7.1k | Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating for free cakes, Holiday AU | F 🌷

Tease @caiuscassiuss - one shot | 13k | Brother’s Bestfriend AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Jungkook

The Accountant @avveh - one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP 

After Hours @zibermuda - one shot | 4k | CEO AU, Assistant!OC | S, F 🌷

Anpanman 🌷 @honeymoonjin - one shot | 6.6k |  part of the love yourself collab, Bestfriends AU, Fake Dating to get cheaper therapy lol 😅 | S, F, A 🌷

A Scum’s Wish @bobagukk - one shot | 4.3k | based on the anime of same title, FWB AU, Rebound(?) AU, Unrequited AU (they’re in love with other people) | A, slight S 

Beast by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.1k | established relationship, jealous Kook | S, A, F

Begin Again @jinings - one shot | 10.4k | Single Dad AU, Blended!AU (like the movie), Vacation AU, teacher!reader | F, S, A 🌷

Canceled by zibermuda - one shot (but writer said there’ll be pt2?) | 6.4k | Blogger AU | S 🌷

The Dark Prince @jkeuphoriadreamland - series | 44.1k | Curse AU, Royalty AU, Yandere themes | A, S ~ [8/8] (😥 poor prince Koo)

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Daydreams @voidswan - drabble | 1.3k | Jungkook has dreams about a woman he had never ever seen in his life | S 🌷

Deep Six @bratkook - two shot | 40.3k | (rival) Gang AU, infidelity/forbidden love, action | A, S, F ~ [2/2] 🌷

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Delete Voicemail? feat Taehyung @evangelene - one shot | 5k | Exes AU, Established Relationship, it’s just 😭 | 🌷

Fierce & Delicate + Felicity @mintseesaw - two shot | 22.4k Established Relationship, Husband AU, her parents don’t approve | A, F, S ~ [2/2] 🌷

Heated @whatifyoulivelikethat- one shot | 5.8k | Bestfriends AU, dom-sub conversation that led to more 😉 | S, A 🌷

Is Your Refrigerator Running? @joheun-saram - one shot | 4.2k | Fratboy AU, College AU, prank calls | F, humor 🌷

It Takes Two @suqakoo - one shot | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, CEO AU, fashion designer!reader, Spring AU | A, F, S 🌷 (actually a re-read, author accidentally deleted her fics) ⭐one of my ultimate favorites⭐

A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone @mimikookie - one shot | 12.5k | bestfriends to lovers, friends celebrating 10 years of friendship | S, F (read this on AO3 before 🤔)

Love You, Crazy @vinterjeon - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, LDR | F, S

The Masked Stranger @nottojay - one shot | 2.9k | Friends to Lovers, One Night Stand (sort of), Masquerade AU | S, F 🌷

Night Apple is Poison Apple @helvonasche - series | 30.5k | OC came back to town, childhood acquaintances turned FWB AU | S, A, F ~ [10/10]

Strings Attached  by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

Sorry + I’m Not Sorry by bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A, F   🌷

A Touch of Fate by yoonia - one shot | 9.2k | follow up to We Are All Dreamers, soulmate AU, ex-E2L, Neighbors AU, Established Relationship | F, S 🌷

You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A 🌷

Youngblood by jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷 (had to read it again, I just noticed the new banner 🥰)

Multi

love triangles, here we go 💔💔💔

🌹 Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Egotistic @pasteljeon - one shot | 4.4k | Childhood Friends AU, College AU, FWB AU | S, A, F 

Threads @yoonia - one shot | 7.2k | Slice of Life, One-sided Love AU, Infidelity AU | S, A, F

🌹  Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Heartbeat @xbaepsae -  two-shot |  24.9k | Musician AU, Unrequited Love AU, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle AU | A, S, F ~ [2/2] (💔 my heart)

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🥕 posted: 2021 Jan 28 🥕 link to other reading lists  🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

I love love love making covers for fics I'll never write. I've had more fanfic covers and headers than works I have actually written 😭🤌

Also up to make fic covers for others 🙈

Some fanfic headers I made along with their prompts 🎀

✨️ LABYRINTH & LILLIES | JJK

Prompt : In every universe, Jeon Jungkook falls in love with you , and every time, it doesn't end well.

(Or)

Cursed with immortality ages ago, Jungkook makes it his mission to find you but fails to save you every time.

✨️ HEARTBURN | KTH

Prompt : Under a certain turn of events, you are to wed Kim Taehyung, the nations heartthrob, a promising actor on the rise. But soon you realize that love isn't everything that you had read in your little novels.

✨️ TAKEAWAY | KTH

Prompt : To Taehyung, you're just another charity case studying in the school owned by his family. But when circumstances get you both closer than you could ever imagine, it leaves a lasting impact on him, and even after 8 years, he can't seem to forget them.

✨️ MOBSTER NEXT DOOR | MYG

Prompt : Yoongi finds himself as your next door neighbour after vowing to never see your face again but when he needs someone to babysit his daughter he has no other option but you.

→ Brat tamer

Synopsis: Seokjin was captivated by your beauty and intelligence. It was such a shame that those charms were being wasted by your criminal tendencies. Good for you he knows how to tame the naughtiness out of you, just like he did with his trained police dogs.

K. Seokjin x f.reader

Genre: police au | yander-ish

Tags: evil Seokjin, corruption, corrupted cop, violence, kidnapping, angry reader, strong and fierce reader but submissive at the end, captivity, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, mention of r@pe (but it doesn't happen), very dark.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

The red and blue lights ghosted on your face, your gaze was a bit blurry but you knew who you have in front of you; police officer Kim Seokjin.

Immediately a rush of adrenaline run your blood, you were expecting him, craving his attention. You were thirsty for revenge.

He carries himself with such confidence that it pissed you off, with an intimidating aura and intense eyes that wanted to pierce you whole, but you weren't afraid of him. Quite the opposite.

"Miss y/n, what a shame seeing you like this again." He sounded serene, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"I'm innocent officer, but i don't know if you're competent enough to notice." You pouted mocking him.

Seokjin eyes darkened immediately, his jaw clenched not breaking his piercing gaze from you.

He killed your best friend a week ago, it was unfair because your friend was innocent. He was tricked into selling drugs, and he didn't have any idea of what was happening until the police caught him, telling him that he was arrested because of his friend's briefcase full of drug. The problem was that Seokjin shot him, unnecessary and unfairly.

You wanted revenge so bad.

"What did you do this time?" He sighs like if he was dealing with a troublesome child, and you snorted offended by his tone.

"She was vandalizing the wall of the streets, spreading hate towards cops, such an ungrateful brat," the old lady scoffs, and you wanted nothing but to punch her.

"Okay, thank you ma'am, i'll take it from here." Seokjin dismissed her, grabbing you and handcuffing your wrists.

"You're a corrupted cop, and i'll swear to god i'll make you pay for killing my friend," you spat full of anger.

Seokjin went stiff behind you for a second, and then he came closer enough to brush your ear with his lips.

"You'll regret speaking to me like that y/n, i'll fucking teach you some manners," he threaten you with a dark voice.

The next thing you know, is that you're in his cop car, heading to god knows where.

You expected him to take you to the police station like any normal cop would do, but to your horror, he was taking you out of the city.

You started to panic.

"Where the fuck are you taking me you psycho! let me go!" You screamed, unable to break free from the handcuffs.

"I recommend you to shut your mouth y/n, don't make me any angrier," he warned you lowly without breaking his gaze from the road, and you listened to him because you were so fucking scared of him.

He was corrupt and dangerous. You were right. And the realization will cost you your life.

Your gaze got blurred by unshed tears,but you swallowed them. You won't cry in front of him, he doesn't deserves your tears.

Your heart squeeze tight in your chest when the car stopped in front of a cabin in a forest.

This is it, he's going to kill you and nobody will ever find out, because the system was that fucked up.

"Scared my y/n? Don't worry, it won't hurt bad i promise, i'm very gentle with women," he mocked like a sadist, but as he said, he treated you rather gently when he took you into the cabin.

Until he didn't.

He throwed you to the floor of his dark basement, and then you see them, his trained police dogs staring at you. And with a heavy heart you realized that you share the same fate as them.

It was a sick feeling, an urge to run away from this predator, Seokjin.

"What will you do to me? Violate me? Then after that you will kill me and feed your dogs with my body, aren't you? You seem like the type to do that, i always knew you were a sicko."

You witnessed the sight of a shocked Seokjin, he looked speechless and taken aback by your words. And it was pleasing to know that you can have some control over his emotions.

You bit back a smirk.

And then his face hardened, piercing you with a darken and unreadable gaze. The corner of his lips lift up with disdain, as if you were so below him.

"What do you think i am? A monster?"

Before you could laugh and mock him, he grabbed the back of your hair in a fist, forcing you to look up at him and making you wince by pain.

"I am not sweetheart, i brought you here to discipline you, after all it is my duty to put criminals like you in their place," he said with a sadist glint in his eyes, coming closer to your ear to whisper, "at the end of the week, you'll be obedient and pliant just like my trained dogs," he winks at you letting go of your hair.

"I rather die," you spat with hate, but your handcuffed hands were trembling, and Seokjin noticed it smirking widely.

"We'll see, brat."

And at the end of the week you were on your knees, with your head resting on Seokjin's thigh, feeling his fingers petting your locks with one hand while the other was holding the leash of your collar, just in case if he needs to punish you, but you were so sweet and pliant lately that he didn't have the need to discipline you.

The isolation, bruises, rewards and punishments turn you into a good girl, and he was proud of that.

"You will never leave me, aren't you?" He tried to sound cocky, but his tone was dark, with a flicker of possessiveness on his grasp and gaze.

You blinked your fuzzy gaze, coming closer to him in between his thighs, resting your chin on his belly and looking up at him with adoration and disorientation in your gaze.

"I rather die."

And he smirked like the devil.

Ko-fi

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∞ Angel

Synopsis: You always felt protected by your sweet guardian Angel, the issue was, that Seokjin wasn't as pure as you think. Not when you made him fall from grace.

K. Seokjin x f. reader

Genre: guardian angel au | yander-ish

Tags: angel Seokjin, overprotectiveness, sassy Seokjin, captivity, fluff if you squint, yander-ish, angel turning demon.

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From the series; otherworldly.

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The first time you saw him you were 7. You opened your tired sleepy eyes and watch Seokjin with curiosity, getting out of your bed to walk towards him, he widened his eyes with shock at your little steps coming to him near the window.

“Why do you always follow me, mister?” You frowned and pouted your lips, crossing your arms.

“You can see me?” He stared down at you with lifted brows. This shouldn’t happen.

You hummed nodding, smiling big at him, and inviting him to your room to play with you until you fell asleep.

Back then you were so smart, you noticed you were the only one that could watch him. So it became your little secret, because who would believe you if you say you can see your guardian angel and talk to him. You don’t want to look crazy so you never tell anyone.

You only talk back to Seokjin when you two are alone.

And years passed, he became literally your best friend. You grow fond of Seokjin, of his dramas, his sassiness and his protectiveness towards you. Always looking over you like a hawk, not letting anything hurt you. And you knew that guardian angels do that, but sometimes it feels that Seokjin is being a little bit extreme.

“Seokjin come on, it’s just a college party. Stop being so dramatic,” you said rolling your eyes.

You never go to parties because of him, at first you obey Seokjin when he said that there’s a lot of dangers out there, but then you got tired of his attempts of overprotecting you.

You’re an adult now, you should go out and see the world. It was Seokjin’s job to not let anything happen to you anyway. Also, you weren’t stupid, you know what’s dangerous and what it’s not.

“Excuse me,” he gasped offended, floating towards you, “you’re not going to that party, missy. You don’t know how dangerous those parties are, there are a lot of bad things that could happen to you. So don’t be ungrateful when I’m trying to protect you,” he said in a low warning, standing in front of you and staring down at you with his darkening gaze.

You gulped feeling overwhelmed, he sometimes doesn’t act like an angel at all.

“Oh my god! Let me live my life! If something bad happen to me so it be, let me experience those things like normal people do. You have nothing to worry about, please!” you shouted, running your hands through your hair in exasperation.

Seokjin pressed his lips together into a thin line. His blank gaze woke chills on you. You never saw him this serious before.

“You are mine to protect, whether you like it or not. And if I say you won’t go to that party, you won’t,” he growled close your face, gripping your shoulders and making you flinch with genuine worry and fear.

Who does he think he is?

You wiggle away from his grip, with flames of fury rising to your chest.

“I’ll go,” you challenged him with your chin up, turning around towards your door ready to go to that party.

And suddenly, the temperature of the room dropped, freezing you.

Seokjin turned you around roughly, and your lips parted with surprise at the sight of him dropping to the floor for the first time. His feets touching the floor, and his tall frame towered over you.

You watch with deep horror how his wings turned pitch black. You tremble with fear, trying to step back from him but he didn’t let you, he snarled and gripped you near his chest. You watched how his big black wings wrapped you two, darkening your world.

You whimpered with fear, clinging to Seokjin’s body because even though he’s the cause of your fear, he’s your safe place. The one you run to when you’re scared.

He shushed you sweetly, hugging you tightly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me to a place where nothing will ever hurt you.” He promised against your ear, his voice sounding darker than before.

And he did take you down with him. Down, down and down. A place where you can’t see anything but him.

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M. Yoongi x Reader «Yoongi Scissorhands»

He was a shy and cute creation, but his inventor died before making him hands, leaving him with scissorhands. He hid in the dark until you met him, giving him a shelter and showing him he was deserving of love.

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J. Jungkook x P. Jimin x Reader «Alice in wonderland»

You were so bored you could die, but then a white rabbit caught your attention, you chased it until you fell into a rabbit hole. The rabbit turned into a cute boy with doe eyes, scolding you for being late for Jimin's tea party, the mad hatter that was waiting for you.

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K. Seokjin x Reader «Charlie and the chocolate factory»

You were broke and lost, but a golden ticket changed your life. You won a trip to Seokjin's candy factory with other 4 contestants. But the tall charming man hid very dark secrets inside his company.

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K. Taehyung x Reader «Corpse Bride Groom»

You were forced to marry for convenience, so you practiced your vows in the forest, but you didn't expect the branch coming alive after you marry it. You thought you saw a ghost, but he was worse, a zombie groom.

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K. Namjoon x Reader «Frankenweenie»

Namjoon loved his dog with his whole heart, but she passed away. But that didn't stop him from trying to bring her back to life, what he didn't expect though was his princess pet coming alive as a human girl.

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So cute!

everything i brew, i brew it for you

⤷ 1.2k follower event request: Familiar!Seokjin x Witch!Reader + “I should’ve told you back then, but I didn’t want you to leave.” + Fluff/Angst ⤷ @softescapism​ said: seokjin x reader or OT7 x reader + prompt C8 + witch/familiar, fluff, sfw (hi! could you write a drabble/scenario/short fic for the follower event based on this, please? 💓) ⤷ word count: 2.1k ⤷ a/n: this is a little angsty in the beginning, but the ending is all fluff! i hope you like it!!

“There you are!” You grumble, snatching up a vial from the back of your cabinet. The little thing is covered with dust, the label yellowed with age and barely clinging on to the glass. But even then, there’s no mistaking the content. The shimmering pink powder inside makes you stomach flip uneasily, but you know it has to be done. You uncap the bottle before you can talk yourself out of it, carefully sprinkling the powder counter-clockwise into the boiling concoction in your pot. You can’t help but frown as it slowly turns from clear to bright pink, the stark colour mocking you as you throw in a pair of four leaf clovers with a little more force than necessary. The kitchen is quiet aside from the bubbling brew and the rhythmic tapping of your impatient fingers against the counter, your eyes resting nervously on the dark garden outside your window. You promised Seokjin years ago that you would never make this particular potion again, but you’ve run out of options.

You love being a potions witch, but truth be told, it’s probably the worst financial decision you could have made. All witches have to choose their niche the day they turn eighteen, and you, driven by the long list of potions witches in your ancestry, wanted to follow in their footsteps. What you didn’t account for however, is just how drastically the times have changed. Larger covens have started selling their potions online, making them in big batches to cut down on the cost and shipping them all across the country. There’s no longer a need for a town to have their own potions witch, not when you can get them delivered to your doorstep for a cheaper price. The mass produced potions are definitely not as potent as a singularly brewed ones, but it seems people care more about price than efficiency these days. Well, at least most people don’t care. And considering business has been dwindling so alarmingly fast over the last four months that you’re barely scraping by, there’s not a chance that you can lower your prices anymore than you already have.

You shake your head, trying your best to ignore the tendrils of guilt wrapping around your chest. As long as your familiar doesn’t find out about this order, there will be nothing for him to worry about. That’s why you’re hunkered over the stove in the first place; desperately hoping that it will be done in time before he comes home. Tonight is Seokjin’s monthly familiar night with Hoseok and Namjoon, and the only window of alone time you have to make something like this. You murmur a quick incantation under your breath as you give the potion one last stir, watching as the pink brew slowly darkens to red. The sickly sweet smell that whiffs up from the cauldron almost makes you gag, but at least it tells you that the potion is almost complete.

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