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Gilded Days|Kim Seokjin x Housewife!Reader

This contains mature themes so please avoid if you’re not 18+

Genre: Fluff, smut, non-idol! AU, Lawyer!Seokjin AU, established relationship

Warnings: tit play, fingering (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, body worship, praise, creampie, impreg kink

Word Count: 1.8K

You really had no complaints about your current lifestyle. You spent four years of your life working hard in university to get your degree, but during your third year in college you met Seokjin and he turned your world upside down in the best way possible. Now you wouldn’t call yourself a golddigger, but having a man with money was not something you would turn away. You were aware that Seokjin came from a background of wealth as he was talked about by everyone in the criminal justice program at your school. Once you got to know Seokjin and met his family you knew his family was far from the new money you thought he came from. The Kim family was the first and only account of generational wealth you’ve seen with your own two eyes. Seokjin’s great grandfather had started a family business with oil-exporting and it had boomed. The roles and assets were then passed down to his grandpa and then his father. Seokjin didn’t want to be involved in the business aspect so he decided to be a lawyer to represent his family’s company.

When you and him got married the ceremony was something out of a Disney fairytale. The Kims did not skimp out and your family wanted to contribute on top of what Seokjin’s family was paying for as they didn’t want to feel like they weren’t carrying their own weight for their daughter’s wedding. The decor was stunning and the food was cooked by Michelin Star chefs. Your wedding gown is still the most memorable moment of the night and people wouldn't stop talking about it months after. You had a cathedral veil and your dress was encrusted with Swarovski crystals along the waist and dotted all along the skirt of the fine silk dress.

Once you and Seokjin moved in together he convinced you that you didn’t need to work anymore. At first, you were stubborn about that decision. You were happy at your job and you didn’t want to let your degree go to waste. Seokjin had continuously begged and pestered about when you were going to leave your job. You decided to consult your mother about what you should do and she let you know that Seokjin would be able to bring you a luxurious lifestyle without having to lift a finger and worry about finances and that’s something she would never deny you. You agreed with your mom’s mindset and you sent your two-week notice to the company the morning after.

Being a housewife was boring at first. You didn’t know what to do with yourself at first and the days felt lonely while Seokjin was at work and you were waiting for his arrival. Slowly you started to occupy yourself by learning how to cook and bake, going to the gym, and picking up hobbies that piqued your interest. You even started to look forward to cleaning the house. You were becoming more and more excited for your husband to come home after work to show off your new recipes that you tried today for him to enjoy after a stressful day. Every day was like clockwork. He would come through the door and greet you with a kiss, eat dinner and discuss his day with you, have a steamy shared shower with you, and catch up on social media and watch TV with you until it was time for bed. You loved the routine and never wanted it to change.

Of course, things were going to change whether you wanted them to or not. Seokjin started staying later at work and you would end up having to eat dinner without him a couple of nights of the week. Sometimes he would come home and go straight to bed without eating dinner saying that he got some takeaway while at work. You tried not to let it bother you as much, but the sudden decline in attention from your husband had troubled you. You decided to confront him about it at the end of the week. You knew he would be understanding about how you were feeling and would listen so you weren’t nervous about the conversation.

Friday evening had rolled around and you had a bottle of wine and an empty glass waiting for him. You had already poured yourself a glass and leisurely sipped while watching TV. You heard the lock to your front door click open and proceeded to hear the creak of the door being pushed in. “I’m in the living room honey!” You heard his footsteps coming closer and he greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Hey Jinnie, I left out some wine for you. Can we have a quick chat?” He nodded wordlessly and sat right next to you while pouring his own glass. You placed your glass down and he faced you waiting to see what you had to say. “Uhm honey I know you’ve been quite busy with work, especially with a recent dispute happening with another company, but I’ve been feeling a little…underappreciated. I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just want to find out if there’s anything for us to work out!” Seokjin placed his glass down on the coffee table and his expression was unreadable. You were starting to get nervous as he wasn’t saying anything and you were starting to think you had upset him.

He brought himself closer to your body and cupped your cheeks in both his hands. He starts off by peppering your lips with light kisses and then the kiss deepens. You run your hands through his already tousled hair that you know he was carding his fingers through it while at work. Effortlessly he placed you on his lap. His forehead was pressed against yours and he kept his hand on the back of your neck. “My beloved I had never meant for that to happen. Please let me show you my appreciation tonight.” This had brought a wide smile to your lips. Jin had swooped you up and carried you bridal style to the bedroom. He gently places you down on the bed and starts to kiss along your neck and runs his hands down your sides.

He moves up the column of your neck and nips at your earlobe creating goosebumps all along your skin. His large hands find purchase on your tits. Your hardened nipples were poking through the fabric of your silk nightgown. He gently moves his fingers over your nipples and it has you letting out a whine. “My beautiful you look so pretty underneath me. I want to make you feel so good.” You were already feeling delirious both from his words and his touch. You easily slip down the straps of your gown to expose your tits to him. He quickly gulps and dives down to cover your nipple with his mouth and plays with the other one with his nimble fingers. This had your back arching. The warmth and wetness of his mouth felt so good. You felt your underwear start to get sticky against your wet slit. Once Seokjin felt like he had given your breasts enough attention with both his mouth and fingers he slid your nightgown completely off your body so you’re fully exposed. “Oh my god honey you’re absolutely gorgeous. You have amazing tits and your ass is something to die for! I could look at your body all day. It’s like a masterpiece in a museum.” This praise made you feel warm all over.

He placed kisses down your stomach and quickly looped his fingers around your panties to slip them off. He was face to face with your glistening cunt and he was so close to drooling at the sight. He brought his plush lips to your clit and started to suck. You instantly grabbed his hair and let out a garbled moan. The wet sounds of his mouth slurping up the juices of your cunt made you incredibly turned on. “B-baby I’m so close to cumming, please keep going!” This had him sucking just a little harder on your clit until you reached your release. He had placed gentle kisses on your clit to help you ride out your high. “My sweet girl let me stretch you out with my fingers.” You nodded with so much fervor you were probably so close to giving yourself whiplash. “Please Jinnie, I want your fingers so bad.” He ran his finger outside the opening of your cunt to wet his finger before he slid in. The feeling of his cold finger slipping into your warm cunt had you gasping. “You look so gorgeous taking my fingers love, you’re doing great.” He slipped in one more finger and started to pick up the pace of how quickly he was pumping your fingers in you. “Honey I feel how close you are, keep it up baby I want you cum all over my fingers.” His encouraging words made you burst. Your moans reverberated through your chest and you were left panting.

Seokjin brought himself above you again and lined up his thick, pink cock up with your cunt. He slipped in and bottomed out. The both of you were whining and moaning from the sensation. “Jinnie you feel so fucking good. I want you to pound my cunt so badly.” Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and you let out a blissful hiss. “Honey you look so good taking my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum in you so deep. I know you want my warm cum to get you, pregnant baby, You’d look so gorgeous carrying my child with your swollen tummy.” Seokjin really knew how to dirty talk you and he knew the impregnation kink the both of you had could be used to his advantage. Your cunt started to tighten and suck him in deeper. His hips stuttered and you felt his warm cum spurt into your slippery pussy. Feeling his cum mix with your wetness made for a sloppy yet hot mix and you loved the feeling.

He slipped his softened cock out and got up to get a warm wash rag to clean you up. He cuddled you in his loving embrace and left a couple of kisses along your shoulder. “You know I will never get tired of you my love. I want to keep you around forever so don’t ever think I don’t love you any more or anything close to thought. I am very sorry for my neglectful actions and I’m going to make it up to you and tonight is the start.” You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace feeling lighter and more in love than you felt in a while.

"In the land of Gods and Monsters,

I was an angel

Living in the garden of Evil" -Lana del Rey🕊

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truth or dare || ksj

pairing : seokjin x reader

genre : angst, fluff, ex-best friends to lovers

rating : pg-15

summary : You and Seokjin meet each other again at a college reunion, him igniting the feelings of first love inside you after not meeting him for 4 years after an unexpected seperation. He still doesn't know the reason for it and you have never dared to tell him the truth. Maybe this time, you play the game courageously. Maybe not. Who knows?

word count : 6.3k

warnings : swearing, alcohol consumption, flashback scenes, kissing, miscommunication (i mean, ofc), crying, mentions of body insecurity, first love themes, jin being indecisive as fuck, peer pressure (if you can say it so then), this ain't a warning but his appearance is a bit fancy!! overall - it's seokjin being a hazard for all of us.

author's note : thankyou to the loveliest @gimmethatagustd for requesting this fic with this dialogue prompt <33 love ya jai :) and thanks to my love @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta-ing it :))

mood : this love (taylor's version) - taylor swift

seokjin's aesthetic/moodboard

sugarwithtea m.list || taglist form (for future fics)

"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

The golden lights casted a beautiful shadow over the main dance floor, elegant and royal. The waiters weaved through the buzzed crowd of elite looking adults, your ex classmates, to be precise, quite skillfully. 

Your eyes scanned the crowd to take in the stark differences, if any, in your classmates' appearances. It had been four years since you last met them. You had been in contact with a few of your friends from college, but had lost most of them eventually. Some faces greet you with a friendly smile which you instantly return, while some just dismiss your presence as you do the same.

Taehyung had been keen on bringing you to your college reunion this time, one that happens every two years. You don't know why they hold a reunion every two years. Presumably, you had missed the first party and had then met an absolutely enraged Taehyung as he had failed to spot you at the location it was held at.

So now, here you were, leaning against the bar with a champagne flute in one of your hands and the other nervously twirling your hair. You were not specifically excited or even scared to meet someone, except one person.

Kim Seokjin.

Even the mere thought of his name brings heat straight to your face and you cower behind the glass, taking a sip from it to hide your sudden blush.

You and him went way back to your childhood days. Both of you became friends as you were neighbours and then went on to become classmates in college. He had always been your support system and safe place when you went through the ups and downs of your life, your best friend.

He had also been one more thing.

Your first love.

You were never able to act on your feelings, always too scared to break the friendship or distance yourself from him. You confidently believed that he didn't reciprocate your love, that his love was just platonic, not because he dated other people frequently. No, he rarely did that. The only girlfriend he ever had was one in the last year of highschool, when you weren't classmates yet, just neighbours and friends. 

The thing which made you believe that he never loved you, and will never love you, was an incident that took place during  your last year.

— 4 years ago —

"Where are we even going, Heejin?"

"To the gym." she delightfully responds as she drags you across the corridors, heading towards the gym.

"What for?" you exasperatedly groan.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and a slight bit of adoration as she answers.

"Jinyoung is there. The boys are practising for their next match. Might as well catch them in action, yeah?" she winks at you as she pulls you inside the gym, pushing open the doors authoritatively.

Loud laughter greets you as soon as you step inside, followed by incoherent mumbles and yellings of excited boys. All of them fall to deaf ears for you, except for one.

Seokjin's.

The fact that he was the captain of the basketball team had completely slipped your mind. His windshield laugh only allows you to know that he might have made some stupid joke or pun, and is now laughing heartedly at it.

Your lips, who seem to have a mind of their own, form a smile at the sound of his happiness. You can imagine his crinkled eyes, full lips stretched into a proud grin, his handsome face contorted into pure mirth and his shoulders shaking from his joy.

The realisation that you loved him had dawned on you long ago, and the feelings just increased every time you saw him, heard him or thought of him, with an aching feeling inside your heart. 

You were not so sure about what he would reciprocate if you opened up your heart to him, but still were hopeful. His actions were the ones of a best friend, but there were some moments where you felt like maybe even he was in this a little too deep, if not as much as you were.

You and Heejin settle behind the door that seperated the lockers from the main court. The laughter soon died and suddenly Jinyoung spoke up.

"Jin, your turn! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

A series of ooh's followed his choice and both you and Heejin held your breath in excitement for what's to come next.

"Okay so," started a lanky boy who had been leaning against the lockers all the time, with mischief in his eyes.

"Who'd you fuck? Y/N or Hana?" he ended and everyone present in the gym went quiet at the question.

You could hear your heartbeat up in your ears and your eyes were as wide as saucers as you registered Heejin staring at you with the same surprised reaction, while gulping to watch your expressions. 

"What the fuck?" Seokjin gasped out as the fog of shock faded slowly from around everyone present there.

All the boys except Jinyoung and Yoongi started the usual series of laughter and noises as their anticipation for Seokjin's answer rose steadily, two of them even having the nerve to clap him on the back in a friendly, nonchalant way. The lanky boy was now grinning from ear to ear as he stood straight, standing as tall as Jin and advanced towards the middle of the group, directly in front of Jin.

"Aww, seems like someone is scared that his best friend will be upset if he disagrees to fuck her." he says in a mocking, high pitched tone while jutting out his bottom lip to mimick a dramatic pout.

Laughter breaks out almost immediately and you try to hide yourself from the girl beside you. These were college boys, immature and insensitive. You could not take their words seriously and let them affect your thoughts.

"Oh, or wait." the same lanky boy, whom now you recognised as Woomin continued, "Don't tell me you are hesitant because you want to have sex with her?"

Silence spreads once again while some of the boys morphed their expression into one of disgust, mumbling shocked profanities under their breath or to each other, inaudible to you, but quite obviously those not in your favour. A string of ‘what?, really?, oh my god seokjin no!' were passed through them which made you want to run away.

Jin stood in shocked poise even when Woomin walked up too close for him to be comfortable, looked him straight in his eyes with a sly smirk as he opened his mouth once again to spew utter nonsense.

"Tell me, Seokjin. Would you fuck Y/N or not?" he asked in an almost whisper.

"I'm not answering a shitty question like that." Jin spoke through gritted teeth while his whole form was on the verge of shuddering.

Woomin stepped back and spread his arms in an authoritative manner, still looking at him in the eyes.

"If you don't then we'll know it's a yes."

Jin's eyes grew as wide as they could while he took a small step back, his whole body language shouting "DEFENSE MODE! DIE OR SURRENDER"

Woomin and the boys doubled down in laughter, him hitting his knee with his hand while one tall guy, taller than Seokin, says,

"Not Y/N Jin. Not her." as he scrunches his nose in disappointment and visible disgust at the thought.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw Jin feeling all attacked and hesitant, even considering answering this shitty question to save his pride or erase his cowardness.

He regained his footing as he straightened up, eyes still wide as a toddler's and lips trembling to form an answer.

"I won't."

If you wanted to run away before, now you want to bury yourself right then and there especially when a whole team is having a conversation about you with Heejin not so sneakily trying to glance at you to gauge your reaction.

"Why?" Woomin oh so smugly questions and Seokjin had to stick his chin up, if ever so slightly with hesitation visible as daylight in his form to get himself and his answer approved by his beloved team.

Of course Jin won't fuck his bestfriend, why would he? You think. He might reason it as you being his best friend and your dynamic being platonic, leaving no space for y'all to think about sex with each other but what he says next has tears welling up in your eyes as you try to hold them back from falling.

"I would never fuck someone like her."

You couldn't stop yourself from running away from there while choking on a sob. You didn't care anymore what Heejin thought about your reaction, you wanted to be away from everyone.

You kind of knew that Jin always thought of you platonically but never in a million years would you have thought of him referring to you like this, as if you were some untouchable, unfuckable being who only spewed disgust from others when she went in front of them.

The tears were unstoppable as they dampened your pillow, one that you had stuffed your face in as soon as you reached home and shut the door of your bedroom to save yourself from the prying eyes of your roommate.

You were never confident about your body. You knew you didn't have the model figure but you also didn't regard it dismissively with contempt and disgust. You weren’t fat but you weren't size zero either. Your heart broke when you thought of people regarding you like this for your appearance.

You pinch at the flesh of the slight cellulite forming on your thighs and cry out louder. You knew you were being insensitive with yourself, blaming yourself for a natural cause. But, you never knew why he disregarded you so easily. It could have been your body, it could have been your personality, it could have been you.

Haste and anger lead to the worst decisions ever.

The same happened when you decided to distance yourself from Jin to get over him and to also process your feelings and thoughts about the most childish game you had witnessed.

You stop the waiter to get your fifth glass of champagne as Taehyung rambles on at your side about his latest encounter with Namjoon and Jimin at the Annual Business Conference, both of them working as Regional Managers for two leading companies when Taehyung himself worked as the CEO's personal assistant of a major tech firm. Both of them were unable to attend the reunion and thus Taehyung was giving the details about their whereabouts to you.

You spot Yoongi a second later, striking up a conversation with the DJ of the night, who was doing a lazy job at hyping up the crowd, given the low beat and soft tone of the music he played.

You nonchalantly glide your eyes over the crowd when suddenly Taehyung pauses his ramble causing you to look at him. He donned his boxy grin as his eyes sparkled up with recognition. As you follow his line of sight, you spot your worst nightmare, or maybe your best dream.

Seokjin gracefully strides over to you in his full glory. Wearing a black shirt with a few buttons open at the top, covered by a black blazer, while his shirt was tucked into black slacks which impressively showcased his thighs, he looked like a fucking god. His hair was side parted, one part fell onto his eyes while the other was swept back with the most beautiful mullet. He had let go of a tie and one of his hands was in his pocket while the other held a champagne flute.

Dionysus might have been ashamed of the sight in front of him. Seokjin looked alluring, especially with the alcohol in his hand, he gave a complex to the Greek god himself. His plump, full lips were in a dashing smile as his eyes crinkled at the ends with joy.

As if like a strong gust of wind, all the college days come back to you in a jiffy. You were reminded of the days you both spent sneaking out of your houses to have a walk at the park, the day you both were delighted to know you got in the same college, when you stayed with him at the skating park till nightfall and talked about everything, when you cheered for him from the bleachers during his games, when he comforted you during your first breakup, bringing tubs of your favourite ice cream and watching sappy romance movies with you all night. When you realised you were in love with him, the night of your college fair, everything.

You also remember the days when he tried to talk to you but you merely made an excuse or ran away. You remember how your hangouts and meetings kept on decreasing till they stopped completely. You remember how he still smiled at you whenever you ran into each other and never showcased any annoyance or sourness, you remember it all.

He quickly engulfs Taehyung in a hug as he excitedly shouts his name. You notice how his biceps flex through the blazer as he wraps an arm around Taehyung and quickly pulls your eyes away, gulping down the remainder of your champagne.

You are the next one he will greet, of course. You know he is still a gentleman and that he never stopped considering you as a friend. He lets go of Taehyung and soon speaks.

"Hey man it's been a long time, yeah?"

"Says the man who’s holed up in his office at every opportunity he gets."

"Says the man who works for the CEO but when I ask if he'd like to be CEO, he declines."

"What the fuck does it even mean?"

"CEO you know — C each other."

You could not stop the laughter bubbling in your throat as it came out in a giggle when Taehyung groaned while facepalming himself at Jin's stupid pun.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Jin" he says.

He laughs his legendary laugh as his eyes land on you and not to be dramatic or something, but your breath truly hitches when you see those beautiful orbs stare right into yours. All traces of laughter vanish from his face as a dashing smile takes its place instead.

"Y/N" he breathes out almost in a whisper, while tilting his head a bit so as to truly look at you. He smugly takes your hand in his and leaves a soft kiss on your knuckles as you stare at him in awe, jaw slack due to surprise and a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks at his actions.

"Kim Seokjin at your service, my lady." he says as he bows down gracefully, your hand still in his. You furrow your brows in question at his sudden odd behaviour but still can't stop getting all flustered at it. He notices your state and pulls you in for a hug with the same hand.

The music seemed to have gotten slower and as you crashed against his chest, still in a shock, your senses went into an overdrive. His cologne fills your nose and the hand that finds solace around your waist burns into your skin. Your eyes widen but soon, you relax within his grasp. Trying to calm down your breathing, you cancel out, or try to cancel out your feelings creeping back in your mind. You also try to ignore the erratic beating of his heart, mistaking it as your own.

"Jokes aside, Y/N." he whispers with a laugh and tilts his head down, unconsciously sniffing your hair.

"I've missed you." he mumbles into your hair and you unknowingly wrap your arms around his torso which had been lying limp by your sides.

He missed you.

You realise the meaning of his words, Seokjin has missed you. All this while when you thought that maybe he would have forgotten a girl like you, he says that he never did. But of course again, you guys have always been friends, even though distant after a point. So you try not to overthink his words more and mumble a small 'same' as you detach yourself from him, fighting your heart who wants to stay there forever.

He settles in the space between you and Taehyung and smiles wistfully at the crowd and basically, everything. He looks at you again, with nothing but softness in his eyes.

"It's been so long since we last heard from each other, right?"

"Yeah, it has been."

"I think since graduation?"

Before you can even open your mouth, Taehyung jumps into action.

"What? You both haven't talked since graduation?" his eyes were all owlish and eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Yes. I tried to find her contacts but was not successful and I asked you once but I guess you forgot? So I didn't pester you more." he says with a light apologetic smile that makes your heart sink.

He had tried to contact you but you hadn't, even though you very much wanted to locate him and run into his arms.

Taehyung reasons his lack of response as his short term memory and thinking he has already replied to the message when in reality, he hasn't and expresses his concerns on technology and it's increasing disadvantages when Seokjin shuts his mouth up and stops the conversation from going further downhill, thanks to him being a Computer Engineer and coming up with advances that made Taehyung go tight lipped at once.

The flow had changed, you were no longer the one they were talking about and you were glad that you were spared from giving a reason for not being communicative with Jin. You try to focus on their conversation but soon zone out when you realise that they are having an argument on who's better, Mario or Luigi.

The moment you are truly pulled back into the conversation is when you felt an arm drape itself around your shoulders and you realised that Jisn was pulling you into him, if only ever so slightly. Your cheeks go pink at his action and you once again hide behind your glass, taking a sip from it casually.

"Taehyung tells me that I am not a crazy Harry Potter fanboy. Y/N, kindly enlighten him." he laughs in his full glory as he brings you a bit forward and looks at Taehyung smugly, as if to tell him he has already lost the debate.

You scoff amusingly at his words and start enthusiastically.

"Oh Tae, you should've seen his bedroom when he was in high school. Completely decorated with Harry Potter posters and a print of the Marauder's Map pinned near his desk. He had almost transformed his bed into the classic four poster gryffindor dorm bed but then thought better."

Taehyung defensively glares at you as Seokjin victoriously smiles at his flustered state.

"But I- umm- I, was right. He is not a fanboy anymore, he is a fanman."

"Oh no." you groan.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Taehyung. Worse than my dad jokes."

"I, for one, second this notion." you say and immediately high five Seokjin as he brings up his hand. He unknowingly flexes his fingers right after he lets go of your touch.

Taehyung whines like a child and stomps his foot.

"Ugh, you guys always gang up against me. I think I'm gonna go find Yoongi." and with that, he leaves the both of you at your own mercy.

Seokjin glances around the whole area and resorts to sipping from his drink as you nervously do the same. You could feel your hands get sweaty and your body on the verge of shivering as you shuddered with the anxiety and awkwardness of being alone with Jin, neither of you speaking a single word. It's as if he sensed your thoughts exactly at that moment and turned to look at you with a lone smile.

"So," he begins,"How have you been?"

"Great, a lil busy but, yeah."

"I sensed you were busy." he chuckles while shaking his head and looking at his feet, your insides aching once more at the sight.

You know why he thinks you were busy. It's because you never sought him out, never tried to find him, never tried to do nothing. Little does he know, it's all you've ever wanted, but the shrivelled up rose in your heart extends its thorns, caging you whole, not allowing you to act on your instincts, but on your overthinking abilities. But now standing face to face, you have to put up a front and answer him.

"Yeah, well. What about you?"

"Same."

And you both fall back into that silence once again. This time though, it's less unnerving, slightly calming, and a lot suspicious. It feels like the calm before a storm. You don't know yet in what way it will greet you, but you can feel it coming in your bones, anxiously twisting your fingers to try and come up with a conversation starter, when Jin eventually breaks the ice, the storm beginning with a heavy downpour.

"To be honest," he says while leaning back against the bar and cocking his head to look at you, still with softness, grace and adoration, no malice.

"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

Your mind shuts down and goes into an overdrive at the same moment. You knew this question was due some time but you had no idea that time would be so soon. Now that the question lingers in the air, you don't know how to reply to him. You can't let your feelings come to the surface so easily and you definitely can't let him know your childish decision, a result of an immature game. The only resort left is nonsensical, but you go for it anyway.

"What?" you laugh inquisitively, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about?" you ask, putting up your best act.

It's like even after all these years, Seokjin can see right through you and your facade. He shakes his head and lets his hands fall down to his side.

"Don't play coy with me now, Y/N. You know what I'm talking about."

Busted.

He looks at you expectantly, as if you were going to give him the whole world, which you wish to, but can't. You can't come up with any reasons for your departure from his life. You know he had tried to get you back, but it was you, it had always been you.

"I think we just weren't that good of friends."

He laughs mirthlessly, still not discarding his softness though.

"We were the best."

You indeed were, but these hands of yours had to let him go free or else you would have fallen in a ditch so deep, the hands you held then would have been of no help. He had left a permanent mark on you, glowing in the dark were his words and your memories with him. You were that good with him.

"I had to watch you leave." he says, pausing your thoughts. "Watch you leave me."

He laughs again, but sadly.

A bubble of anger starts rising in your stomach at his statement. He had to watch you leave but shouldn't he have been happy that you left? You mean, you were always the weird one and he is better off without someone like you.

"You were better without someone like me anyways." you mutter the words under your breath, a little too loud though, scared of what might happen if he hears them but still eager to let him hear them.

"What?"

"Nothing, Jin. Why are we talking about things which happened so long ago?" you laugh it away.

"Because they matter to me." he stands straight now, towering over you handsomely. Exerting a sense of dominance, but softly.

"I don't want to discuss the past right now."

"No. What did you mean by someone like you?"

You groan like a kid.

"Someone like me." you vaguely gesture towards yourself, doing a once over with your hands.

"Huh? Why do you say it as if it's a bad thing to be like you?" he is utterly confused which only confuses you more. Wasn't he the one who had found problems in you? Why is he acting so vague then?

"You tell me."

"Can you stop beating around the bush?" He runs a hand through his hair in utter exasperation and lets it fall limp at his side in a tightly clenched fist.

"Leave it." you say a little too loud so that a few heads turn in your direction.

Seokjin gently takes your wrist in his hand and directs you towards the empty hallway leading towards the exit. He stands in front of you as your back faces the wall, a mere inches away from it, but you stand confidently and he never tries to overpower you.

"I just can't leave it." he gulps and if you didn't know better you'd say he looked nervous.

"Tell me, Y/N. What happened?"

The memory of that day still stings you painfully. It's not in your best interests to recall it, especially in front of the person who stars in it. You close your eyes and laugh mirthlessly. It's an irony that he has to be the one to ask this question and not the other way around. So, you dare to say the truth after all.

"Oh I'm sorry. I meant to say 'someone like her'" you make air quotes around and open your eyes just in time to catch his face, drained of all colour and eyes as wide as possible.

His lower lip quivers and he takes a step back in mock defence, the stance taking you back to the day when he was asked the dreadful question, poised similarly, in shock and ever ready to defence. It's just a second's difference then, that you find his eyes have glossed slightly, and he tries to not catch your eye.

"You- you, I- how do you know that?"

"I was there, Seokjin."

"What?"

You smirk mockingly and look up at him. His eyes are blown out as you stare at him, holding your gaze for a long time before breaking a little.

"Me and Heejin, we were in the gym that day."

You render him speechless, thus continuing with your revelation.

"She wanted to sneak up on Jiyoung, when we - " you gulp and look away from him.

"When we caught up on your little game and it was your turn."

"And you-"

"I did. I heard your answer."

Your heart is already racing at a million miles an hour and the speed threatens to increase itself when you look at him. He is on the verge of tears, truly shaking. Embarrassment flows through him as he refuses to meet your eyes. You feel your heart break and you almost extend your hand to him, to hold him.

"I, I am sorry, Y/N." he finally steadies himself and reciprocates your gaze. "I didn't mean it."

"You mean, you wanted to fuck me?"

"That was a shitty question which I didn't want to answer, but was compelled to."

You notice how he doesn't deny your assumption but you keep it to yourself, after all, it's time you know the truth behind the words he had dared to speak out loud.

"So, you said the truth, right?"

"Why would I think of you with contempt, Y/N?" he fists his hair and pleads to you with his eyes.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He takes a deep breath and sombers up his expression, still showcasing guilt and embarrassment.

"I was a young, immature, frat boy, then. You know how it works. The boys in my team considered themselves to have a certain standard that everyone had to match. I needed them to be in my favour, I was the captain. So I panicked when Woomin asked the question and replied what would have been in their best interests."

"In their best interests? What do you mean?"

You hold your breath for what's to come next as you can visibly see Seokjin tremble in front of you, contemplating giving you the answer or against it.

"Seokjin." you whisper slowly, and nod your head.

He exhales shakily and takes one of your hands in his. He starts speaking while looking down at your hands and rubbing circles on the back of it, soothingly.

"They didn't like you. Always ridiculed me for being friends with you. I ignored them most of the time as my attempts to change their thoughts had failed, miserably. That day," he sniffs and you look up to see a lone tear threatening to fall out of his eyes and mark his sadness, "I tried to dismiss them at first. But when I had no other option left, I had to say what I thought they would agree with."

You unconsciously grip his hand tighter at that and he looks up at you.

"That was the stupidest, shittiest move I had ever made and I still regret it. But you know they say, college is the place where your minds are the most indecisive. Mine was. And I came under the decisions of my peers. I am sorry."

You don't even know how to react to him, or how to conceive his words peacefully. The fog was clearing out each passing second but he still stood amongst its core, trying to shout for you, waving his hands around to lessen the mist. You open your mouth and close it again, wordlessly. Gulping audibly, you still don't retrieve your hand from his.

"You could've said anything else."

"I know." he squeezes your hand.

He doesn't say sorry once again, as he knows it's pointless. He now takes your other hand in his free hand.

"Y/N, please understand. I would never, even in my wildest dreams, have thought those things about you. Never."

You laugh and look at him now shedding tears. He was crying and you had not broken yet. You mindlessly free one of your hands from his grip and bring it up to his cheek, wiping away the stray tear. You realise your action and go to take your hand back when he keeps his palm over yours, holding your hand right there.

You stare at him wide eyed as he softly leans into your touch, relaxing at it. His eyes are pleading with you, asking you to understand him. He was driven by peer pressure. You could see the disgust written all over his teammates face at your mention, then. Of course, you had forgiven him a long time ago, when you were no longer an immature college student. But watching him plead for forgiveness so earnestly stirs your heart.

"Jinnie," his face lights up at the nickname you've called him by since your childhood,"I get it. It was childish of me for running away from you due to this reason, I am sorry. I, I just couldn't face you after knowing you thought of me with such contempt. It was," you look away and stare at the thin glitter lining on his suit, mumbling your next words almost quietly,"heartbreaking."

"Y/N, look at me."

You look at him and your world shifts. He is staring at you with tears, adoration, love and a fading loneliness. Your past swims in them and they crinkle to form his handsome smile when he looks down at you.

"Keep your heart breakable, but never by the same hand twice. I don't want to be the same hand again. I promise, I will never break your heart."

You smile at his words and rub your thumb over his cheek.

"I won't break your heart either, ever."

These words felt so intimate, you didn't know what he was thinking of. Your words were the result of your evergreen love for him, his words, maybe not?

"I tried to get you back, but failed."

Ah, yes. The time you avoided him like the plague.

"I was scared of many things, to be honest. Almost all of them were me and my mind thinking the worst case scenario and dwelling over it. I needed to be away from you. It has helped me, broke me, healed me, but with scars."

His eyebrows form a crease.

"I don't understand."his voice breaks.

"I - " you shake your head and close your mouth. You can't tell him that you love him. If you do so, this time he'll be the one to run away.

He lifts your chin up delicately. He was crying. Not in the way that only some tears marked his beautiful face, but in a way that made it hard for him to breathe. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, letting the tears fall down steadily and you immediately intertwine your fingers with his.

"I was a mess when you stopped smiling at me. I was a mess when you stopped talking to me. After college I tried again, but was never able to reach out to you." He laughs,"I guess, I was scared too. Scared of you not acknowledging me once again and me going into the wallowing state. Though, I never left it. Maybe because I know that I still, I," he pauses and gulps audibly.

"I love you, Y/N."

What the actual fuck?

He loves you? The man you have loved your whole life loves you? Your jaw drops to the floor and you search his eyes for some kind of joke but all that stares back at you is love. He closes them and that's when you realise he might be waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

"Wha- you- how…you love me?"

"Always have."

He renders you speechless, all you could do is stare at him wide eyed. His confession stirred your insides to an extent that it was hard for you to stand up straight, or process the happenings around you.

"I loved you but didn't want anyone to know about it, as i was scared. That you'd run away from me, that I'll lose you. Well, for my bad luck, it did happen eventually." he chuckles sadly and continues.

"But I can't afford to lose you again."

Your face lights up with joy and contentment at his words and you finally let out a sigh of relief. Atlast, your question of years has been answered. The fog has cleared and you see yourself standing with him, position same as that of now, except none of you are crying. You know it's finally the time you let out the words you've been meaning to tell him since years.

"I love you too, Jin." you mumble so quietly he might have almost missed it if not for his attentive listening when it comes to you.

"You, you do?" He looks so happy and expectant.

"It was the main reason why I had to go away from you, to get over you."

"Oh my god, we were idiots."

He pulls you flush against his chest and hugs you tightly while kissing the top of your head.

"Not anymore though." you mumble into his chest and you swear you could hear, rather than see his smile. Pulling away from him, for a second only, you wrap your hands around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, your lips hovering over his.

"Kiss me, Y/N. Please."

And you press your lips to his.

He takes no time in kissing you back, moving his lips against yours slowly as you sigh into the kiss. Sparks fly around you and you melt into him immediately. His lips are soft, just as you had dreamt of so many times. And they taste sweet, just like you had expected them to. Your senses go into an overdrive and you start moving your jaw against his with increased vigour. He senses it almost immediately and presses himself to you as your back hits the wall. His tongue glides across your bottom lip and you give him access to your mouth, tasting his mouth for the first time, ferevering the sweet taste and —

"I always knew you both would end up together. Oh my god."

You both break away from the kiss and snap your heads towards the source of the voice at the same time.

Taehyung was standing there with a hand grasped over his heart, to feign adoration and surprise. You can feel a shy smile creeping up on your lips as you look away from him.

"Go away, Tae." Seokjin grumbles at him playfully.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Carry on, lovebirds." he giggles like a schoolgirl and disappears as quickly as he had appeared.

You and Seokjin look at each other for a hot second after his departure before breaking into laughter. You clutch at his biceps and he holds your waist as you both keep on laughing heartily. None of you know why you are laughing. Maybe it was because of the encounter with Taehyung, maybe it was because of the irony at how things had turned out, or maybe it was because you both were finally so happy you couldn't control it.

Happy tears well up in your eyes and your chest and stomach start aching by the intensity of your joy.

"My lungs are aching, oh god. I need to stop laughing." You say, while laughing.

"Well I think then we truly do be-lung with each other."

And, you laugh again. This time it goes on and on while you look at each other, full of love, adoration, respect and promises.

After all, you both had dared to tell the truth and are now revelling in its bliss.

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Kim Seokjin Fic Recs

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MENTIONS OF DEATH!

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WELCOME BACK SEOKJIN 🫶🫶🫶

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love y’all.

borahae <3

Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 1

This was inspired by a comic (that’s not required to be read first, especially for those who are scared easily). The comic is called Ghost in Masung Tunnel, but read it at your own risk. It’s a horror comic and has a few jump scares. Again, reading the comic is not required to understand the story.

Genre: Fluff/Angst(sorta) Words: 1,100+ Part 2

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Two years ago there was an incident that took place in a small town in the middle of nowhere. A regular transportation bus filled with people heading from one side of town to the other had been… well, no one really knows what exactly happened there. All of the passengers had stab wounds and were burned from the crash. The bus was found moments after the crash in a ditch not too far from the town hospital.

All the passengers were dead… except for one.

The female was in her early twenties with shoulder length brown hair, she was small and pale, looking as fragile as a doll. The police eventually learned that her name was Park Nayoung.

She was the only one to survive it all… but she never spoke a word.

It was believed that she had been the one to kill all the passengers, but that was quickly disproved. She had been stuck in her seat unable to move, plus she had a wounded thigh due to the stab wound of a knife.

A knife that the police still haven’t found.

The nurses believe that she was scared out of speaking due to whatever happened on the bus, but it couldn’t be confirmed since the girl refused to give any type of response. Some doctors even when as far to say that they thought she couldn’t understand Korean, but no matter what language they tried, she didn’t say a word.

She was almost totally emotionless to whatever they did…

Up until one doctor tried his best to get her to talk again

“Nayoung…”

The girl’s eyes opened at the sound of her doctor, Kim Seokjin’s, voice. Her eyes found his smiling face as he sat down on the edge of her bed. She started to sit up, adjusting her pillow so she could lean against it.

“They’re getting your lunch ready, so I hope you’re hungry,” he laughed as she watched him set a book on the side desk.

She watched him slide it closer to her, looking from him to the book in an expression he knew was confusion. He could read her pretty well.

“I don’t know if you like romance novels or not,” he started, “but I heard from your old classmates that you were always reading them.

They looked at each other for a few moments before her eyes landed on the book. Her brain suddenly recognized it as one of her old favorites; a book she had read over and over again in High School.

His eyes watched her carefully, taking in all of her actions toward the book. He felt the slightly awkward atmosphere lift once her intense eyes softened at the sight of the book. He couldn’t help but smile widely at her, biting his lip to try and make it less obvious on how happy he was.

After a few more moments of silence, she reached for the book and pulled it into her lap. She slowly opened the book and fanned through the pages, a deep sigh escaping her.

“Nayoung,” he softly said as she looked at him, “It’s been a little over six months since you’ve been admitted.”

She continued looking at him, her expression unchanging as always.

“If you continue neglecting your voice, you might ruin it, Nayoung. Do you understand?”

She watched his expression carefully, looking intensely into his eyes. Without a second thought, she nodded her head.

Seokjin blinked in surprise for a second before a smile found its place on his face. “Omo, you just responded to me.”

His excitement was so childish, she surprised herself with having the urge to smile.

She hadn’t wanted to even think of smiling in so long, the felling was so odd…

Seokjin watched her with amused eyes as she looked away, trying to hide the little smile that was forcing itself on her face. It had been forever since she used those muscles to smile; she probably looked really stupid.

“Nayoung,” Seokjin giggled at her, his smile at its high point. Her ice was finally cracking, and he was thrilled that he was the one to do it. “I’m not gonna get mad if you smile. You don’t have to hide it.”

Instead of turning to him, she just hid her entire face from him, terrified that he’d see her in such an embarrassing state.

“Yah…” he laughed softly, “Did you forget who I am? I won’t laugh at you.”

Her face heated up at his words as she silently cursed herself for letting her be this way.

“You’re so cute, Nayoung,” he smiled, “There’s no need to hide.”

She wanted to scold him for doing something like this to her; she wanted to so bad… but her voice wasn’t ready for that yet. She wasn’t ready for that, yet.

So instead, she settled for glaring at him. She expected him to back off, maybe even run off like the other doctors did when she would use it to get rid of them.

But he just sat in front of her with an unchanging smile.

“Doctor Kim? We have food for Miss-” one of the nurses was on her way in but stopped short at the sight. She had no idea what was going on other than the fact that Park Nayoung was glaring at Kim Seokjin, and he just smiled his genuine smile at her.

“D-Doctor?” she called, not willing to take any more steps toward the girl, “I have Miss Park’s food…”

Seokjin moved his eyes from Nayoung to the nurse as he stood up to take the food. “Thanks for delivering it,” he said with a cute nod as he turned around to place it in front of Nayoung.

The nurse watched the two for a little longer, shocked by what she was seeing.

“If you don’t eat this food, I’ll shove it in your mouth forcibly. I was told you didn’t eat anything yesterday.”

Nayoung looked to Seokjin and nodded.

She nodded.

The nurse’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped as Nayoung grabbed a spare pair of chop sticks, holding them out in front of him.

“Ani, Nayoung… I’ve eaten today and you haven’t.” he said softly, but her hand didn’t move. It was totally silent for a few moments until a pout appeared on Nayoung’s face.

At that point, the nurse fled out of the room, her face filled with confusion and shock. She scanned the hallway and found the first person she could.

“Doctor Kim has just worked a miracle.” She said with wide eyes.

The fellow nurse just giggled girlishly at the thought of the handsome man, “He works miracles every day, Hyemi.”

“But Nayoung is responding to him.”

“Mwoh?!”

I hope it was worth reading~ It’s been a while since I’ve written any fanfiction, so sorry for any grammar mistakes; I was my own beta on this one and I don’t know if I caught all the errors or not.

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♛ Series Summary 

12 stories all based on a song from Ariana Grande’s self-proclaimed album “thank u, next”. Stories will be based off either certain lyrics or overall song idea(s), and will have a variety of different AU’s. Lastly, some of these stories will have happy endings and others will not, I make no promises ;). 

➵ Rating: mature  

➵ Status: ongoing

➵ Genre(s): angst, smut, fluff, etc. 

 ♛ IMAGINE (m.) | seokjin/reader 

        ↳ read here 

genre: boyfriend!seokjin , fluff, smut. 

word count: tbd.

━ ❝ Stayin' up all night, order me pad thai then we gon' sleep 'til noon. Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub, bubbles and bubbly, ooh. ❞

♛ Needy (m.) | yoongi/reader

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genre: businessman!yoongi, fluff, smut, angst

word count: tbd. 

warnings: alcohol consumption, slightly toxic behavior from y/n, etc. 

━ ❝ I'ma scream and shout for what I love. Passionate but I don't give no fucks, I admit that I'm a lil' messed up, but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up. I'm obsessive and I love too hard, good at overthinking with my heart. How you even think it got this far? ❞

♛ NASA (m.) | hoseok/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: flashback au, post break up au, smut, angst 

word count: tbd. 

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, etc.

━ ❝ I can't really miss you if I'm with you, and when I miss you, it'll change the way I kiss you. Baby, you know time apart is beneficial, it’s like I'm the universe and you'll be N-A-S-A. ❞

♛ Bloodline (m.) | namjoon/reader

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genre: lifeguard!namjoon, swim instructor!reader, angst, smut. 

word count: tbd. 

warnings: lots and lots of sex. 

━ ❝ Even though you're bad for me, I know. You're the one that I'm thinkin’, got me feelin' so incredible, would you mind maybe linkin'?... No, we won't be talking the next day, I ain't got nothin' to say. I ain't lookin' for my one true love. Yeah, that ship sailed away. ❞

♛ Fake Smile (m.) | jimin/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: divorce!au, pressured marriage (not exactly arranged), angst, smut, events leading to divorce. 

word count: tbd.

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, etc.

 ━ ❝ I can't fake another smile, I can't fake like I'm alright. ❞

♛ Bad Idea (m.) | jungkook/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: friends w benefits au, friends to lovers au, lovers to enemies au, angst, smut. 

word count: tbd

warnings: tbd. 

━ ❝ I got a bad idea, yeah, I'ma call you over here to numb the pain. I got a bad idea. ... Even though we shouldn't, baby boy, we will. Need somebody, gimme something I can feel, but boy, don't trip you know this isn't real. You should know I'm temporary. ❞

♛ Make Up (m.) | taehyung/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: college!au , angst, smut. 

word count: tbd. 

warnings: toxic relationship! (in no way do I mean to glamorize or support toxic relationships) , drinking, swearing, etc. 

━ ❝ I like to fuck with you just to make up with you, cause the way you be screamin’ my name, make me wanna make love to you. I might break up with you just to make up with you. At the end of the day, boy you know that I'm 'bout to wake up with you. ❞

♛ ghostin (m.) | seokjin/reader

       ↳ read here ✓

genre: angst (like 80% is angst) , neighbor!au , bit of fluff , friends to lovers.

word count: 38,000+ 

warnings: major character death! sad ending!

━ ❝Though I wish he were here instead. Don't want that living in your head, he just comes to visit me when I'm dreaming every now and then. ❞

♛ In my Head (m.) | yoongi/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: college au, fuckboy!yoongi ,naive!reader, angst, smut

word count: tbd. 

warnings: alcohol consumption, sexting, etc. 

━ ❝ You're in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix. The only thing you can fix is yourself...Painted a picture, I thought I knew you well. I got a habit of seeing what isn't there. Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets, when you broke my heart I said you only wanted half of me. My imagination's too creative, they see demon ... I see angel. Without a halo, wingless angel.❞

♛ 7 Rings (m.) | taehyung/reader

       ↳ read here ✍︎

genre: richboy!taehyung, scammer!reader, infiltration au, smut, angst. 

word count: tbd. 

warnings: illegal activities such as scamming, faking official documentation, etc. 

━ ❝ Whoever said money can't solve your problems, must not have had enough money to solve 'em.❞

♛ thank u, next (m.) | jimin/reader

       ↳ read here

genre: backpacker!jimin, backpacker!reader, some fluff, angst, smut.

word count: tbd .

warnings: voyeurism, car sex, illegally trespassing, usage of weed, etc. 

━ ❝ Say I've loved and I've lost, but that's not what I see. So, look what I got, look what you taught me. And for that, I say ... Thank you, next! I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex. ❞

♛ Break up with your Girlfriend, im bored (m.) | jungkook/reader

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genre: 1920′s au, burlesque/clubsinger!reader, infidelity au , angst, smut. 

word count: 17,000+ 

warnings: infidelity, swearing smut, etc. 

━ ❝ You got me some type of way, ain't used to feelin' this way. I do not know what to say, but I know I shouldn't think about it. Took one fuckin' look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste... You can say I'm hatin' if you want to, but I only hate on her 'cause I want you. ❞

7 Rings [Teaser]

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estimated!publish date: august 14-16, 2020

♛ pairing: taehyung/reader

♛ genre: richboy!taehyung ⋆ blackmailer!reader ⋆ infiltration au ⋆ slow burn ⋆ smut ⋆ angst

♛ word count: 680+ 

♛ summary:  In need of money for your mom’s medical bills, you and your best friend come up with a plan to infiltrate one of Seoul’s richest families, the Kim family. The plan was simple, blackmail, get your money, and disappear, but of course things don’t always go as planned. Especially not with someone like Kim Taehyung.

━ ❝ Whoever said money can't solve your problems, must not have had enough money to solve 'em. ❞

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She finishes whispering in his ear.

He immediately feels the blood drain from his face, the churning feeling in his stomach making him feel physically sick. He looks at you one last time before you go on stage, how had he not noticed it before? God, he could see it in your eyes.

The tug in his heart screams at him to go up there, and put a stop to everything. Whisper to you that everything was going to be just fine, that you were going to be just fine. To take you home, and caress you in the endless numbers of ways he knew he could. That the resentment he thought he felt, was in fact never that. It was all simply a disillusion he had made for himself, a way subduing the guilt from the things he said. The things he’s done. All because he thought it’d easier to pretend to hate you than to face the reality that he never could.

He expected anger to form from the sight of seeing you tonight, it’s what he desperately wanted. The same anger he felt six months ago, but he couldn’t say he was surprised to find out that the anger simply no longer existed. Maybe the anger never even existed to begin with, maybe all he had been was just hurt. Heartbroken to say the least.

That feeling of heartache was what kept him up most nights. At times the feeling was quiet, allowing him to function, while other days it would rise to a crescendo and the anger would feel as if it were going to burst from his chest. But then there’d be the days where he was able to remember you with fondness, that was rare though, though he never took them for granted, enjoying the moment nonetheless.

But tonight he realized that the same warm feeling was indeed still there, it had always been there, lingering deep down in his heart. Desperate to escape the shadow that was engulfing it, while longing to fly like a bird again, stretching its wings and soar in the endless blue sky. Desperate to shower you with kisses, and playfully tickle you in bed after a night of countless rounds of sex. His arm draped over you, while your body was perfumed by his musky scent, the mumbled sound of “I love you” along with tiny moans escaping your lips as he’d slowly graze his lips along your neck.

He could no longer deny that all he had for you was love. He was tired of forcing himself to hate you, tired of the countless women he’d seen replace your side of the bed for the past six months, he was just tired.

You needed him right now more than ever. And God, did he need you. If he goes up there, everything would change. Whether it’d be for the better or worse, it didn’t matter, because he’d be with you. It’d be like one of those perfect endings in a movie, the cliche happily ever after the two main characters have after reuniting. It would be perfect...

But instead his muscles stayed tense, and his feet remained planted at where he stood. The feeling just wasn’t enough. Maybe in another world, he would have acted on that heavy feeling in his chest. Maybe in another world, he would’ve unhooked his arm from hers and gone to stop you. Maybe this is what needed to be done. No forget that, he was merely just a coward.

The sound of metal clinking on glass brings him back to reality, watching you as you made your way to the stage after being introduced. There was nothing but absolute stillness, an eerie sort of tranquility being radiated from you. But he knew.

He knew you weren’t fine and it killed him inside. You needed someone, a friend, a lover, just anyone. But all he could do was cross his fingers, and hope for the best as you took one last sip of your drink, double tapping the mic, ready to speak.

spoiled 2 (스포일드 2) — kim seokjin (김석진)

the first part can be found here

✧.* 18+

you had always been the embodiment of a scheming siren, a creature spun from the threads of allure and intellect. every glance, every smile, was a carefully crafted tool, sharpened to perfection. you thrived in the delicate art of manipulation, pulling strings from behind the veil of charm, weaving plots that ensnared the unwary. with a single touch, you could shift the tides of fate, bend them to your will, and watch as those around you danced to the silent tune you composed.

but this time, the game had changed. the role you played was no longer for pleasure or power—it was for escape. your engagement, a gilded cage, had been crafted for you, a symbol of everything you were meant to control but now found yourself ensnared by. the diamond on your finger weighed like a shackle, and the promises made in whispered words felt like chains tightening around your throat.

you twisted your mind, searching for cracks in the flawless facade, knowing that your freedom lay not in confrontation, but in the subtle unraveling of the very threads that bound you. the plans you spun were delicate, a web of deception layered with just enough truth to keep suspicion at bay. every move was calculated, every word chosen with care, to shift the narrative in your favor. you painted yourself as the perfect fiancée, playing the role with grace, all the while nurturing the seeds of doubt and discord in the shadows.

in the past, your plots were for sport, for the thrill of seeing how far you could push the boundaries of control. but now, every step was survival, every twist of fate another step closer to breaking free. you were no longer the siren who lured others into the depths for amusement; you were the one fighting to rise to the surface, to breathe again. the endgame was clear—a way out, a return to the freedom you once commanded with such ease. and so, you continued to weave, to plot, with the same precision and finesse that had always been your trademark, but with a desperation that had never once been a part of your schemes.

the candlelight flickered softly between you and taehyung, casting a warm glow over the pristine white tablecloth, though it did little to thaw the icy silence that hung between you. it was always like this—silent, awkward, a charade neither of you cared to keep up any longer. you barely touched the expensive meal before you, your appetite lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts. across from you, taehyung’s eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable as they met yours.

“you’ve barely touched your salad,” he noted, his voice flat, lacking the usual lilt that others found so charming.

your gaze drifted to the untouched plate, the elaborate dish as unappealing as the life laid out before you. the game you’d played so expertly was wearing thin, and the time had come to take control in a way you hadn’t before. “i want to break off the engagement,” you said, your tone measured, each word a carefully placed stone.

for a moment, you might have thought he hadn’t heard you. he continued to eat, each movement slow, deliberate, as if your words had no more effect than the faint rustle of leaves outside. but you knew him well enough to see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his grip tightened ever so slightly on the silverware.

“i don’t love you,” you continued, the truth sitting like a heavy stone in the pit of your stomach. it was something you had never spoken aloud, a reality you both had known but never acknowledged.

he scoffed, the sound bitter, as he finally looked at you with those inscrutable eyes. “what makes you think i love you?” you flinched inwardly, the words stinging more than you expected, but you pressed on. “then why are we doing this? let’s break it off now.”

he set his knife and fork down with a deliberate clink, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. his gaze locked onto yours, stern and unwavering, the weight of his words settling over the table. “we’ve known each other our whole lives.” he paused, a slow breath filling the space between you. “when we were ten, i thought you were amazing. you were beautiful and smart. you talked to yourself in japanese, spoke to your cousin in english, and talked to me in korean.”

his voice softened, a hint of something you couldn’t quite place threading through his words. but the moment passed as quickly as it came, replaced by something harder, something that had been there between you for far too long. “but you didn’t like me—you liked my brother.” you stiffened at the mention of his brother, memories flickering at the edge of your mind like shadows in the dark. “what’s your point, taehyung?”

he leaned back slightly, his gaze still locked on yours, unyielding. “you know well that if you break it off with me, they’ll find you someone else. the son of the jeguk group, or one of the twins from min’s hotel. what’s the point?”

the scoff escaped your lips before you could stop it, a sharp sound of disbelief. “i won’t accept anybody.”

he wiped his mouth with his napkin, the movement as controlled as everything he did, but you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface. he set the napkin down aggressively, the sound like a final punctuation in this conversation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. “you’ve always been spoiled.” he paused, as if considering whether to say more, then added, almost as an afterthought, “that, i will admit.”

the words hung in the air, a final insult that tipped the scales. you had heard enough. the frustration and the suffocating weight of expectations pressed down on you, and you knew staying here any longer would only solidify the chains you were desperately trying to break. without a word, you rose from your seat, grabbing your purse and coat in one fluid motion, your resolve hardening like ice.

the echo of your footsteps followed you as you walked out, the heavy silence left behind only punctuated by the faint rustle of taehyung’s exhale. you stepped into the cool night air, your eyes scanning for your chauffeur, the last tether to the life you were determined to leave behind. the night was silent, save for the distant hum of the city, and you felt a pang of something akin to relief as you neared the car. the engagement was an illusion you no longer cared to maintain, and taehyung, with all his calculated words and quiet power, was nothing but a ghost in the rearview mirror.

you climbed into the backseat, the soft leather beneath you a stark contrast to the tumult in your heart. as the car pulled away, the city lights blurred into a streak of colors, and you allowed yourself one final glance back. the restaurant, the engagement, and taehyung’s piercing gaze—each of them dissolved into the night, leaving only the road ahead.

the ride back to your complex was shrouded in silence, the weight of your conversation with taehyung still pressing heavily on your mind. the city passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, but your thoughts were elsewhere, turning over the words exchanged, the cold finality in his gaze, and the undeniable truth of the life you were desperately trying to escape.

when the car finally pulled up to the familiar building, you stepped out, the crisp night air doing little to clear the fog in your head. the doorman greeted you with a polite nod, and you returned it with a fleeting smile, your focus already drifting to what awaited you inside. the elevator ride was swift, the hum of the machinery barely registering in your consciousness as you stared at your reflection in the mirrored walls. there was something unfamiliar about the woman staring back at you, something cold, determined—a part of you that had been dormant for far too long.

as you entered the apartment, the soft glow of the living room lights met your eyes, the air thick with the scent of expensive wine. your mother was there, sitting on the velvet couch, her legs crossed elegantly as she sipped from a delicate crystal glass. she didn’t look up immediately, her attention seemingly absorbed in the dark liquid swirling within the glass.

“how was dinner with taehyung?” she asked, her voice as smooth and composed as ever, betraying no hint of concern or curiosity—just a formality, a question asked out of obligation.

you stood in the doorway, your hands still gripping the strap of your purse, the frustration from earlier resurfacing with a vengeance. “i want to break off the engagement,” you said, each word clipped, cold, and devoid of the warmth you knew she expected. she finally looked up, her gaze sharp, eyes narrowing slightly as they met yours. “why? did you two get into a fight?”

the question was laced with casual indifference, as if the idea of breaking off the engagement was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. but the flippancy in her tone, the way she dismissed your feelings as easily as one would a passing remark, ignited something within you—something fierce and uncontrollable.

you snapped, your voice rising despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “just because you can do it for the money, doesn’t mean i can. i won’t.”

her eyes hardened, and she turned her attention back to the wine, swirling it gently in her glass as if your words hadn’t just sliced through the delicate balance of civility that hung between you. “i’ve done everything to give you a good life,” she said, her tone laced with an almost clinical detachment. “you haven’t worked a day in your life.”

she paused, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with the implication that your existence had been one of ease and luxury, that you owed her something in return for the life she had so carefully curated. “you won’t ruin it—not now, and not ever.”

there was no point in arguing with her; you knew that much. the woman before you was a fortress of ice, impervious to any attempt at warmth or understanding. the realization hit you with a cold finality—this was not a battle you could win, at least not here and not now. so you turned in silence, your resolve firm, knowing you wouldn’t put up with this charade any longer.

as you made your way down the hall, the faint sound of your mother setting her glass on the table echoed behind you, but you didn’t stop, didn’t look back. your hand reached for the door to your room, but something made you pause, a feeling—a presence. the guest room door was closed, a subtle but significant detail that sent a pang of anxiety through you. you hadn’t noticed it before, hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might be there.

your heart pounded as you reached for the handle, the cold metal under your fingertips as you slowly pushed the door open. the room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the figure in the bed. seokjin was there, his chest rising and falling with the even rhythm of sleep, his features softened in the peaceful embrace of slumber.

your heart softened at the sight of him, the tension that had coiled within you slowly unwinding as you stepped closer, your eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face. there was a warmth in your chest, a certainty that had eluded you for so long—seokjin. the one person who understood you, who saw through the layers of pretense and expectation, who loved you for who you were, not for what you represented.

you stood there for a moment longer, watching the rise and fall of his chest, your heart swelling with a quiet determination. you needed to find a way to break free from taehyung, from the expectations that had been placed upon you since birth. for seokjin, and for yourself. the path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and risks, but for the first time in a long time, you felt a flicker of hope. turning silently, you left the room, closing the door softly behind you, the decision made. you would find a way out. you had to.

the next morning dawned with a heavy stillness, the early light filtering through the windows as you made your way downstairs. the events of the previous night lingered in your mind, the conversation with your mother, the sight of seokjin asleep in the guest room, all swirling together in a mix of frustration and longing. you moved with the practiced grace of someone accustomed to hiding their emotions, but the tension in your shoulders gave you away.

the ride to school was quiet, the car gliding smoothly through the city streets, each passing building a blur of stone and glass. seokjin sat beside you, his presence as familiar as it was comforting, though the silence between you was laden with unspoken thoughts. you didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to break the fragile peace that hung in the air, so you kept your eyes trained on the window, watching the world pass by.

but he had other ideas. out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift in his seat, his gaze turning toward you with a hint of mischief. “you always get shy on me after sleeping with me,” he remarked, his voice low, laced with a teasing edge.

your eyes widened at his words, the shock of them jolting you out of your reverie. you whipped your head around to check on the driver, your heart skipping a beat as you wondered if he had heard. your voice came out sharper than intended as you hissed, “keep it down, asshole.”

he chuckled softly, unbothered by your concern, and leaned back into his seat with that same easy confidence that seemed to follow him everywhere. “okay, sister,” he said, the word laced with irony that made you scoff in response.

you glared at him, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface, but there was no real heat in it. he always had a way of getting under your skin, of pushing your buttons in a way that both infuriated and amused you. but before you could retort, he surprised you by turning serious, the teasing light in his eyes dimming as he observed you more closely.

“don’t look so down,” he said, his tone softer, more considerate than before. you hesitated, your expression shifting as you turned to face him fully, your curiosity piqued by the sudden change in his demeanor. “why not?” you asked, your voice tinged with a guarded hope you couldn’t quite suppress.

he paused, as if considering his words carefully, before finally speaking. “i found a way to nip your engagement in the bud.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement sparking in your chest despite your best efforts to remain composed. but you were careful, your voice calm as you replied, “what did you have in mind?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, a casual gesture that belied the gravity of what he was about to say. leaning back further into the car seat, he crossed one leg over the other, his posture relaxed as he looked at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. “taehyung’s a man,” he began, his tone light but with an edge of something more. “you can’t forget that.”

his words left you confused, your brows knitting together as you tried to parse his meaning. but he let the silence stretch, allowing the tension to build before he continued. “he just has to get caught in the act.”

“caught in the act?” you echoed, the confusion clear in your voice. your mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of his plan, but you couldn’t quite grasp where he was leading. he didn’t elaborate, leaving you to wonder, to imagine the possibilities. there was a glimmer of a plan in his words, something you could almost see forming in the back of your mind, but it was still too vague, too undefined to latch onto fully. yet, the idea that there might be a way out, that he might have found a solution, was enough to keep your hope alive.

you didn’t press him further, sensing that he wanted to leave you with this kernel of information to ponder over. instead, you settled back into your seat, your mind swirling with thoughts and questions. the silence returned, but it was different now—charged with a sense of anticipation, a promise of something more. as the car continued its journey, the city outside seemed to fade into the background, your thoughts consumed by the plan that he had hinted at. there was so much you didn’t understand, so many pieces missing, but for the first time in a long while, you felt like there might be a way out of it.

the halls of the school buzzed with the usual morning chatter, but you were too absorbed in your thoughts to pay much attention. you stood by your locker, mechanically sorting through your books, trying to focus on the task at hand. the conversation with seokjin the same morning still played on a loop in your mind, each word he’d said etched into your memory, lingering like a half-formed dream. his vague plan had left you with more questions than answers, but a small spark of hope had been lit within you, a fragile thing you held onto tightly.

you slammed the locker door shut with a little more force than necessary, the metal clanging loudly in the otherwise quiet hallway. the sudden noise seemed to draw attention, and as you turned, you were met by a crowd of faces, all eager, all too close for comfort. the voices came at you in a rush, a cacophony of praise and congratulations that made your stomach turn.

“you’ve outdone yourself, (y/n)!”

“congrats—you’re the talk of the town!”

“your stocks are skyrocketing, it must feel good!”

“you’ve reached a new level of money now.”

their words washed over you like a cold wave, their faces blurring together as confusion gripped you. you stared at them, speechless, trying to make sense of what they were saying. the disjointed phrases clattered around in your mind, each one more bewildering than the last. stocks? money? outdone yourself? none of it made sense.

your eyes darted to one of the boys standing near the front of the crowd, a smug grin on his face as he held up his phone, clearly relishing in whatever had caused this sudden surge of attention. without thinking, you snatched the phone from his hand, your fingers trembling as you brought the screen closer, desperate to understand what had happened. and then you saw it.

your heart sank, a heavy, leaden feeling that pulled you down into a spiral of disbelief. there, in bold letters at the top of the screen, was a headline that made the ground beneath your feet shift and crumble—“esther (l/n) and kim hyunsoo's engagement confirmed.”

the words blurred before your eyes as you reread them, over and over, each time hoping they would change, that somehow, this was all a mistake. but they didn’t. they stayed the same, staring back at you with a cold, unyielding certainty. you could feel your pulse quicken, anger bubbling up from deep within, threatening to spill over. your mother. she had gone through with the publishing, had taken the reins of your life without so much as a word, steering you into a future you had desperately wanted to escape. and now, it was real, more real than any nightmare you could have imagined.

your hand shook as you shoved the phone back into the boy’s hand, the look on your face enough to silence any further congratulations he might have had planned. you didn’t bother to look back at the others, didn’t care about the whispers that followed you as you stormed off down the hallway. the world around you seemed to narrow, your vision tunneling as you focused on putting one foot in front of the other, each step fueled by the burning rage that had taken root in your chest.

you pushed through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances, the murmured questions. there was only one thought in your mind now—escape. you had to find a way out of this, no matter the cost. your mother had played her hand, but you weren’t about to fold so easily. not when everything you cared about was on the line. but even as you tried to cling to that resolve, the weight of the situation pressed down on you, threatening to crush the fragile hope you had nurtured.

the courtyard of the school stretched out before you, a tranquil space where students gathered in small groups or walked alone, lost in their thoughts. the late morning sun cast long shadows across the stone pathways, the gentle rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to your racing mind. you walked slowly, your footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones as you tried to make sense of the chaos that had been thrust upon you.

your mother had gone public with her engagement to seokjin’s father. it wasn’t just a problem—it was an impending disaster, a chain of events set in motion that you had no idea how to stop. the very thought of it made your chest tighten, your mind spiraling as you imagined the consequences. you had always known that your mother had a mind of steel, her ambitions driving her to secure the best future for herself, regardless of how you felt. but this was more than you could bear. seokjin, the one person who had always been there for you, would soon be bound to you in a way that made your love impossible. it felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath your feet.

your thoughts were disrupted by a voice, smooth and familiar, cutting through the haze of your worries. “i take it you’ve seen the news, sister.”

you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. seokjin’s voice, with its calm assurance, sent a shiver down your spine. you shook your head, a bitter smile tugging at your lips as you replied, “it’s all over.”

before you could gather yourself, you felt his presence behind you, the warmth of his body radiating through the air. to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. his chin rested on your shoulder, the soft press of his cheek against yours sending your heart into a frantic rhythm.

you stiffened, a protest forming on your lips. “someone could see us,” you whispered, trying to ignore the way your body instinctively leaned into his touch. but his grip didn’t falter. “i don’t care,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the turmoil raging within you. “i just wanna be with you.”

his words, so simple and sincere, made something inside you crack. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the feeling, the safety and comfort of his arms, the way his breath tickled your neck. but reality crashed back down on you, the implications of your relationship too heavy to ignore.

you pulled free from his embrace, the loss of his warmth leaving you feeling cold. turning to face him, you searched his eyes, hoping to find some semblance of an answer there. “you think i don’t want that?” you asked, your voice trembling with the weight of everything unsaid. “even if i leave taehyung, you’ll still be my step-brother.”

he shook his head, his expression softening as he leaned down, his eyes locking with yours. “you have to learn to trust me,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination that both comforted and unsettled you. trust. The word lingered in the air between you, heavy with meaning. could you trust anyone in this world that seemed so hell-bent on controlling your life? you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. there was too much to say, too much to feel, and no way to express it all.

sensing your hesitation, seokjin filled in the silence. “wait for the party tonight,” he said, his tone laced with an unspoken promise. “and you’ll see.”

his words hung in the air, a thread of hope that you weren’t sure you could cling to. but the way he looked at you, the way he seemed so certain, made you want to believe him. he ruffled your hair with a smile, the gesture so familiar, so brotherly, yet tinged with something more. then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the courtyard, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.

the room was harshly lit, the heavy curtains drawn to keep out the afternoon sun. a silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension, as your mother sat at the edge of the long mahogany table, her hands folded under her chin. her posture was one of rigid composure, but the tightness in her jaw betrayed the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. beside her sat hyunsoo, his expression unreadable, a man who had mastered the art of concealing his thoughts. his presence dominated the room, his aura commanding even in the stillness.

a man in uniform stood at attention by their side, his back straight, his face set in a neutral mask. his hands were steady as he reached into his jacket, producing a thick stack of photographs. the slight crinkle of paper as he pulled them out was the only sound that broke the oppressive silence.

hyunsoo’s eyes flicked up, sharp and focused, as he addressed the man. “what do you have to show us?”

without a word, the man stepped forward and began laying the photographs on the table, spreading them out with the precision of someone used to handling sensitive information. the images, once hidden within the confines of the man’s jacket, were now exposed under the dim light. picture after picture, they filled the table, a damning array of moments captured in secret. your mother didn’t move at first, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the table, beyond the room. but as the man continued to lay out the photographs, the urge to look became too strong. she turned her head, her gaze falling on the scattered images, and in that instant, the composed mask she had worn so carefully shattered.

it was all there, in vivid detail—moments of you and seokjin, moments meant to be private, meant to be yours alone. the two of you hugging, your arms wrapped around each other as if nothing else in the world mattered. kissing, your lips meeting his in a stolen moment of intimacy. holding hands, fingers intertwined in a way that spoke of a bond that ran deeper than mere affection. each photograph was a piece of evidence, proof of a love that was as undeniable as it was forbidden.

your mother’s breath caught in her throat, her face paling as she took it all in. she glanced at the images for only a moment before she turned her head away, shame and disbelief contorting her features. her hands trembled as she brought them to her face, her voice breaking as she whispered, “i can’t believe this,”

hyunsoo remained still, his body tense as he absorbed the full weight of what was in front of him. his expression hardened, the lines of his face set in a cold, unforgiving mask. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge to it—a promise of what would come if this scandal ever saw the light of day.

“burn these,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “don’t let the public see them.”

the man nodded, his movements efficient as he began to collect the photographs, each one disappearing back into the stack. he moved with the brisk professionalism of someone who had been through it all before, who knew the stakes and the consequences of failure. within moments, the evidence was gone, tucked away once more, as if it had never been there at all.

your mother’s shoulders slumped, her body folding in on itself as she fought to regain her composure. but the damage was done, and she knew it. “this can’t happen,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud would make it less real, less dangerous. hyunsoo nodded, his gaze fixed on the table where the photographs had been moments before. his voice was as cold and unyielding as steel when he replied, “it won’t.”

but beneath the surface, the cold words masked the roiling sea of emotions—a mixture of anger, betrayal, and determination. in his world, image was everything, and any threat to that image had to be eliminated with ruthless efficiency. your mother, despite her shock and shame, understood that as well as he did. there was no room for mistakes, no room for weakness. what had been seen today could never be spoken of again, buried deep in the recesses of their minds along with the photographs now destined for the fire.

the light of your vanity mirror cast a warm glow across your bedroom, softening the sharp edges of your reflection. you stood before it, your gaze fixed on the image staring back at you. the dress your mother had chosen for tonight was a deep shade of red, the kind that caught the light and shimmered with every movement. it fit you perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places, the fabric clinging to your curves as if it had been made for you and you alone.

your hands moved with practiced ease, brushing through your hair, smoothing down the fabric, adjusting the delicate straps that rested on your shoulders. but no matter how perfect you looked on the outside, it couldn’t quiet the storm of anxiety brewing within. the night ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, each minute that passed bringing you closer to whatever seokjin had planned. the anticipation gnawed at you, but you kept it hidden beneath a calm, composed exterior.

a soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and you barely had time to turn before your mother entered the room. she moved with the grace of someone who had spent her life perfecting every gesture, her presence commanding attention even in the quiet intimacy of your bedroom. her smile was warm, affectionate, the kind of smile that could easily be mistaken for love if you didn’t know better.

she came to stand beside you, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only by the faint sound of music drifting up from the party below. then, she reached out, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “you’re as beautiful as you’ve ever been,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of expectation, of hopes and dreams she had pinned on you.

you stayed quiet, your eyes still locked on your reflection. the words she had spoken didn’t settle in the way they once might have. Instead, they hung in the air, distant, almost hollow. you absorbed yourself in the mirror, studying the face that stared back at you—flawless, composed, every inch the perfect daughter she had molded you to be. but beneath it all, you felt a hollow ache, a deep-seated exhaustion from the constant performance.

your mother’s smile didn’t falter as she continued, her tone light, almost playful. “let’s hope taehyung will think so too.”

the mention of his name sent a ripple of tension through you, but you forced it down, your face remaining serene. you turned to her, forcing a smile that you knew she would accept without question. “he will,” you replied, your voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil within.

she nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response, before stepping back to admire you once more. “remember, tonight is important. everything we’ve worked for is coming together. you just need to play your part.” the words were meant to be reassuring, a reminder of the role you were expected to fulfill. but they only served to deepen the sense of unease that had settled in your chest. you nodded in response, giving her the answer she wanted, even as your mind drifted elsewhere.

seokjin had been explicit in his instructions: wait. do not enter the party for a good hour, he said, his voice calm and certain as always. he had insisted that taehyung would already be there, that everything would be in place by the time you made your entrance. the trap, whatever it was, would be ready then. you had no idea what he had planned, what steps he had taken to ensure that tonight would mark the beginning of the end for your engagement. but despite the uncertainty, you had agreed. there was no other choice.

as the minutes ticked by, you continued to prepare, each movement precise and deliberate. your mother eventually left the room, her parting words a reminder of the expectations she had placed on you. but as the door clicked shut behind her, you were left alone once more, the silence wrapping around you like a shroud.

you stared at your reflection, the image of a woman who was as beautiful as she had ever been, just as your mother had said. but there was no comfort in that beauty, no solace in the perfection of your appearance. it was a mask, a carefully constructed façade that you had worn for so long you sometimes forgot what lay beneath it. tonight, that mask would be tested. you didn’t know what the plan entailed, or how it would unfold, but you knew that it was your only chance to free yourself from the life that had been planned for you. the life you didn’t want. the life that had been built on false pretenses and expectations you could never truly fulfill.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you reached for the final touch—a delicate necklace that sparkled in the light. as you fastened it around your neck, you caught your own gaze in the mirror once more. this time, you saw something different in your eyes—an edge of determination, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night everything changed.

the party was in full swing by the time seokjin arrived, the air thick with the mingling scents of champagne and cologne. the grand hall was adorned with opulent decorations, shimmering lights casting a soft glow over the guests as they moved through the space, their laughter and chatter blending into a symphony of indulgence. seokjin made his way through the crowd with an air of casual confidence, a drink in hand, his posture relaxed yet alert. he was well aware of the expectations tonight, even if his role was more passive than proactive.

hyunsoo stood nearby, his gaze scanning the room with a sharpness that belied his calm exterior. he approached his son with a reserved nod. “behave yourself,” he said, his tone a mere whisper against the backdrop of the party’s noise. there was no mention of the photographs, no further elaboration—just the simple command and the weight of its implications. after delivering his message, he turned on his heel and made his way toward another corner of the room, where he would wait for your mother’s arrival.

seokjin watched him leave, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the taste as he scanned the room. his eyes were alert, his mind already shifting to the task at hand. the trap, he reminded himself, was set to unfold tonight. and then he saw it.

from the corner of his eye, a flicker of movement caught his attention. his face lit up with a sly grin as he took in the scene that was unfolding before him. taehyung played his expected role as the center of attention, surrounded by a group of admirers. it was no surprise—his popularity was a well-known fact, and the jealousy and envy he stirred among those he had left behind were palpable. seokjin’s gaze followed the group, noting the way the girls lingered around taehyung, their eyes filled with a mix of adoration and disdain for you.

two of the girls, their flirtations almost palpable, made their way toward taehyung with an eagerness that seokjin found amusing. he watched as taehyung, seemingly indifferent to their advances, wrapped his arms around their waists. the three of them moved through the crowd, their destination clear—one of the private rooms that had been set aside for more intimate encounters.

seokjin’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his eyes narrowing as he took out his phone. he snapped several photos of the scene, the camera capturing every detail of taehyung’s interaction with the two girls. the images were clear and explicit—him holding them close, their hands touching his, the unmistakable intimacy of the moment preserved in high resolution.

he wasn’t finished yet. seokjin knew the power of a well-placed scandal, the way a single image could ripple through society, spreading chaos and discontent. with a few taps, he made sure the photos were in the hands of those who could make the most of them. he texted one of his trusted friends, someone well-versed in the art of media manipulation. the message was concise, yet to the point: “photos of kim taehyung with two girls. get the best journalists and publishers. make sure these see the light of day.”

he hit send and watched with satisfaction as the message disappeared into the ether. the wheels were set in motion, the trap closing in on taehyung. all that was left now was to wait and watch as the carefully orchestrated plan began to unfold. as he took another sip of his drink, his gaze remained fixed on the private rooms. the night was far from over, and there was still much to be done. but for now, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction.

the party enveloped you as you stepped into the grand hall, the muffled clamor of voices and the soft hum of music greeting you like a wave. instantly, you were surrounded, a whirlwind of faces eager to engage you. questions about your mother’s engagement poured in from all directions, a chorus of curiosity and congratulations that felt more like an invasion than a warm welcome. despite the flurry of attention, you maintained your composure, allowing your chauffer to push back the crowd and create a path through the sea of well-wishers.

your eyes scanned the room, seeking out the familiar face that would provide a semblance of calm amidst the chaos. there he was—seokjin, standing confidently by the bar, his presence a beacon of stability in the shifting tides of social interaction. as you drew closer, you allowed yourself a genuine smile, a rare and fleeting moment of relief.

his eyes met yours, and a grin spread across his face. “you look gorgeous,” he said, his voice a soothing contrast to the cacophony around you. then, with a playful glint in his eye, he added, “sorry, i shouldn’t say that about my sister.”

you scoffed, shaking your head as you approached him. “quite the comedian, aren’t you?”

he chuckled softly, a note of appreciation in his voice as he surveyed you. even amidst the tension, you couldn't deny how striking he looked, his tailored suit fitting him impeccably. but there was no time for pleasantries. you needed to know what he had planned, how the night was supposed to unfold.

he leaned closer, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “don’t insult me just yet,” he said, his tone a mixture of amusement and anticipation. “the plan went through.”

curiosity sparked in your eyes as you asked, “what exactly was the plan?”

instead of answering directly, he pulled out his phone and opened his gallery, his fingers moving with practiced ease. he handed you the device, and as you glanced at the screen, your eyes widened at the images that greeted you. the photos were explicit—taehyung with the two girls, their interaction as intimate as it was public. the sight was enough to spark a mixture of relief and discomfort within you.

you should have felt elation, and part of you did. but the images stirred something deeper—a painful reminder of the far-reaching consequences of tonight’s plan. silently, you handed the phone back to seokjin, your emotions a swirl of complex feelings. he seemed to notice your subdued reaction and raised an eyebrow. “what’s wrong? i thought you’d be happy.”

you shook your head, trying to muster a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “i am happy,” you assured him, though your voice betrayed a hint of the turmoil beneath. his gaze softened, his concern evident. he could tell that there was more to your reaction than you were letting on. “what’s bothering you?” he asked gently, his tone devoid of judgment.

the question caught you off guard, and you found yourself grappling with an emotion you hadn’t fully acknowledged. “why does it feel like i’m never enough for anyone?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

his eyebrows shot up in surprise. without a word, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. his touch was firm but gentle, a deliberate gesture to convey the weight of his words. “someone could see us,” you protested, trying to pull away, but he held his ground.

“look at me,” he said firmly. “you’re more than enough. no one deserves to have you.”

his declaration was both comforting and startling. there was an intensity in his eyes that spoke volumes, a sincerity that reached through the layers of your self-doubt. after a moment, he let you go, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he did. “especially not that asshole,” he added, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge of disdain.

you scoffed, a mixture of frustration and resignation in your tone as you watched him order a drink for you. “it should be my step-brother, right?” you remarked, trying to inject a bit of levity into the conversation.

he shook his head with a smile, his eyes dancing with mischief. “you won’t have to worry about that either,” he said, his words trailing off into a promise he didn’t fully elaborate on.

the lack of details in his words left you, yet again, with more questions than answers. whatever seokjin had planned, it was clear that the night was far from over, and that the pieces were still in motion. the plan, though shrouded in mystery, had set into motion a series of events that would alter the course of your life. as you took a sip of the drink he had ordered, you allowed yourself a moment of reflection, even if it wasn’t going to last long.

the night had taken on a hazy quality, a swirl of lights and music that seemed to pulse with each beat. you had indulged in more drinks than you initially intended, a decision made in part to celebrate and in part to drown out the chaos of your thoughts. the alcohol had a way of loosening your inhibitions, allowing you to momentarily forget the weight of the life that had been predetermined for you.

seokjin, though equally affected by the night’s libations, kept a vigilant eye on you. his attempts to remain composed were challenged by the sight of you in your red dress, a garment that clung to your figure and accentuated your every move. the way you moved through the crowd, dancing with an abandon that spoke of a desperate need for freedom, left him both entranced and worried.

the dance floor was a mass of swaying bodies, the rhythm of the music a temporary refuge from your reality. for a few fleeting moments, as you lost yourself in the beat, the suffocating constraints of your life seemed to fade away. but the fleeting escape was short-lived. the crowd pressed in around you, and amidst the swirls of movement, you began to feel an unsettling touch on your hips.

you turned to confront the source of the unwanted attention, but the stranger’s face was a blur, the dim lighting and your own inebriation distorting your perception. the smirk on his lips, however, was unmistakable. his voice was a low purr in your ear. “who knew the fiancée was such a good dancer?”

you recoiled, telling him to get lost, but the command only seemed to encourage him. his hands were persistent, his touch increasingly insistent as he tried to pull you closer. panic rose within you as you struggled to break free, but before you could react further, a familiar presence intervened.

seokjin appeared out of nowhere, his face a mask of determination. he pulled you behind him with a protective gesture, his gaze locked on the intruder. the stranger’s look of confusion quickly turned into a grin of recognition. “hey, it’s the step-brother,” he said, amusement evident in his tone.

he stepped forward, his posture exuding authority. “the step-brother’s gonna kick your ass in three seconds,” he warned, his voice a low hiss.

the stranger raised his hands in defeat, a mix of irritation and relief crossing his face as he backed away. seokjin’s presence was enough to diffuse the situation, and the stranger retreated, disappearing into the crowd. turning to you, his expression was a blend of concern and frustration. “haven’t you had enough to drink?” he asked, his tone laced with an edge that cut through the alcohol-induced fog.

you pouted, a hint of defiance in your gaze. “i was just about to have some fun,” you replied, your words carrying a taunting undertone.

he leaned in, his face close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. his gaze was intense, his eyes searching yours with a familiarity that bordered on possessiveness. “are you sure about that?” he asked, his voice soft but commanding.

you felt the pull of his gaze, the way his proximity made it difficult to think clearly. he had always had a way of making you feel both vulnerable and cherished, a combination that left you questioning your own resolve. the tension between you was palpable, an unspoken understanding that you were deeply entwined with each other’s lives.

you looked up at him, a spark of mischief in your eyes. “what are you gonna do about it?” you asked, your voice carrying a blend of challenge and curiosity.

you weren’t really sure when exactly it all happened, as it all happened too fast for either of you to comprehend. the night unfolded in a blur, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that seemed to merge together. the pounding beat of the music faded as you and seokjin made your way back upstairs to your room, the path between the club and the secluded sanctuary of your space becoming an indistinct passage of movement and desire. his grip on you was steady, a constant reassurance amidst the swirling chaos of your intoxicated minds.

the door to your room slammed shut behind you, the sound a final punctuation in the disorienting sequence of events. In that moment, everything else seemed to fall away as his lips found yours, his touch igniting a fire that you had tried to suppress. the intensity of his kiss was matched by your own hunger, a desperate need that had been building throughout the night.

your hands were quick to explore, roaming over his chest as you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. the fabric was a barrier that you were determined to remove, your fingers trembling with anticipation. his hands mirrored your urgency, sliding down your back and waist with a touch that was both possessive and tender as it cupped your flesh, tainted by the fabric of your dress.

he lowered his lips to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. the sensation of his kisses and gentle bites sent shivers down your spine. you couldn’t suppress the sounds that escaped you, a mixture of pleasure and longing that seemed to echo through the room. his teeth grazed your skin, and his voice, a low purr, was almost playful. “so needy,” he murmured, his words a tantalizing tease. “what happened to the girl who just wanted to have fun?”

you shook your head, trying to convey your need despite the haze of alcohol. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection that only he could provide. “i don’t want anybody,” you whispered, your voice strained with emotion. “just want you.” the confession hung between you, a raw and vulnerable admission of your deepest desires. hia grip tightened as he pulled you closer, his lips continuing their journey across your skin. the world outside seemed to cease to exist, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of want and need.

his gaze remained locked on yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned closer. his tone, taunting and playful, pierced through the haze of your intoxication. “that’s too bad,” he said, the words carrying a mixture of challenge and desire. without breaking eye contact, he deftly pulled at the fabric of your dress, drawing it down from the front until it pooled at your feet, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. “’cause you’re gonna have to beg me.”

the suddenness of his action took you aback, a sharp intake of breath escaping your lips. you shook your head, trying to assert control. “that’s not gonna happen,” you said, your voice a blend of defiance and uncertainty. he didn’t relent. instead, he sank to his knees before you, his hands trailing along your skin as he planted kisses down your stomach. his lips were soft but insistent, moving slowly, deliberately. when he reached the hem of your panties, he paused, his breath warm against your sensitive skin as he grazed his teeth lightly along the edge.

his hands moved to your thighs, fingers caressing and stroking with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of the moment. “seems like i’ve spoiled you too much,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. he spread your thighs apart, his lips continuing their gentle assault with soft kisses, his words carrying a promise that was as tantalizing as it was elusive. “seems like i’m not gonna give you what you want.”

the weight of his words and the intensity of his touch were nearly overwhelming. you needed him desperately, and despite your earlier resolve, your pride melted away in the face of your desire. you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat a physical manifestation of your inner conflict. “please,” you managed to utter, your voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with a deep and earnest plea. “please take me.”

his eyes lit up at your submission, the smirk on his face morphing into a grin. “that’s more like it,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. with one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, leaving you completely exposed before him. the cool air of the room kissed your skin, heightening the anticipation. you stepped out of the fabric, your legs trembling slightly as you waited for his next move.

he didn’t keep you waiting long. he leaned in and placed a single, lingering kiss on your pussy, the contact sending an electric shock through your body. you gasped, your hands reflexively grabbing onto his shoulders for support as he parted your folds with his tongue. his mouth was hot and wet, the sensation of his tongue gliding over your clit making you moan loudly. he was thorough, savoring every inch of you as if you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

his hands cupped your ass, lifting you slightly to give him better access. the way he ate you out was like nothing you had ever experienced before. his tongue danced around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. your legs began to shake as the orgasm built, your nails digging into his shoulders. “yes, yes, please, just like that,” you panted, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the need for more.

his mouth was relentless, his tongue swirling and flicking with a rhythm that had you on the edge of release. when he finally slid two fingers inside you, the sensation was almost too much to handle. you were soaking wet, your pussy eagerly welcoming the intrusion. the feel of his thick, bare cock pressing against your thigh made your core clench with want. “please, please, fuck me, seokjin,” you begged, your voice hoarse from the passion that was consuming you.

he chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. “i was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured before standing up and wrapping his arms around you. he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. as he positioned himself between your legs, you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, the promise of what was to come making your heart race.

his hand reached down to stroke himself, the sight of him touching his own hardness making you wetter. “are you sure you can take it?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “no condom, baby. gotta take it raw, let me fill you up, ruin your pussy.” the thought was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but in that moment, you knew there was no going back. it wasn't the first time, but it always seemed like it was with him. each time he claimed you, it left you wanting him even more.

you nodded frantically, your voice a desperate whine. “yes, i’m sure. want all of you, jin. please, just fuck me,” with that, he aligned himself with your pussy and pushed inside you. there was a brief moment of pain, but there always was with seokjin. your body stretched to accommodate his size, but it quickly gave way to an overwhelming sensation of fullness. he was so deep, so big, it was like nothing you had ever felt before, even though he had filled you up more times than you were willing to admit.

his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. finding none, he began to move, his hips pumping into you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably. your hands reached up to play with your tits, the sensation of your own touch mixed with the feeling of him inside you was indescribable.

you watched as he took you, his muscles tensing and relaxing with every thrust. his eyes were dark with desire, and his expression was one of pure, unbridled lust. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a reminder of the raw passion that was consuming you both. his cock was thick and unyielding, stretching and filling you completely. every stroke hit a spot that had you seeing stars, a delicious friction that had you begging for more. your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red against his tanned skin. “fuck, yes, yes, cum inside, please,” you moaned against his neck.

his response was a feral growl, his body moving with a primal urgency. your breath hitched as he reached down, taking one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging and rolling it as his hips pounded against yours. the pleasure was intense, a crescendo building in your core. “yes, yes, like that, just like that,” you whispered, your voice a breathless chant that seemed to fuel his movements.

his hand slid down your body, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. the pressure was exquisite, a delicate balance that had you teetering on the edge of oblivion. your hips bucked up to meet him, desperately seeking that final bit of friction that would send you spiraling over the edge. “you’re so wet, so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with his own impending release. “gonna make me cum so hard, baby.”

his words spurred you on, your body responding to the need in his voice. your pussy clenched around him, tightening with every stroke. the pleasure was almost too much to handle, your orgasm building like a storm in your belly. “please, please, i’m gonna cum, jin,” you panted, your voice a desperate cry. with one final, deep thrust, he reached the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head, your body arching off the bed as the most intense orgasm of your life crashed over you.

his own release followed shortly after, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you with his hot cum. the feeling of him coming inside you, with no barriers, was almost too much to bear. it was primal and carnally satisfying. you felt a sense of belonging that was unlike anything you had ever experienced. as he collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting warmth, you felt your body relax into the aftermath of pleasure. his breath was ragged in your ear, his heart pounding against your chest.

for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. it was only the two of you, tangled together in a mess of sweat and passion. your heart raced as his cock softened within you, the warmth of his semen a stark reminder of the connection you had just shared. “love you so much,” he murmured, his voice still shaky with the aftershocks of pleasure. he kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “love you too,” you whispered back, your voice filled with tenderness that mimicked your submission.

the room was quiet, save for the sound of your mingled breaths and the distant thump of the club's bass. the scent of sex lingered in the air, a heady reminder of the intensity of your encounter. as the world slowly began to seep back in, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. it was dangerous, you knew. but as he held you close, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, claiming you as his own, with no barriers between you. it was a feeling that was hard to walk away from, even if you knew you should.

you awoke to the quiet solitude of the room, a sense of disorientation lingering from the night before. the sheets were cool against your skin, unlike the heat you had experienced hours prior. seokjin was gone, and the absence of his warmth brought a peculiar relief, a momentary escape from the tangled emotions of the night. dressing quickly, you moved into the living room, the house seemingly holding its breath.

the scene that greeted you was one of subdued tension. your mother was seated in one of the armchairs, her face etched with fatigue. seokjin was sprawled on the couch, his expression guarded as he sat next to his father. across from them were taehyung and his mother, both visibly uneasy. you paused in the doorway, your heart racing as you asked, “what’s going on?”

your mother motioned for you to take a seat, her demeanor cool but authoritative. you complied, nodding politely at taehyung’s mother, who avoided your gaze, her eyes downcast. taehyung, too, couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. the air was thick with unspoken words and suppressed tension.

with a sigh, your mother handed you her phone. the screen displayed a series of news articles and photos—images of taehyung with the two girls from last night, each photograph a vivid reminder of the scene seokjin had captured. the realization hit you hard, but you masked your emotions, forcing a shocked expression as you met seokjin’s gaze. he gave you a reassuring nod, a silent encouragement to maintain your facade.

taehyung’s expression was a complex mix of shame and frustration, but he kept his eyes averted. his mother, her voice trembling with both remorse and desperation, began to apologize profusely. “he wasn’t in his right mind,” she said, her words filled with a pleading undertone.

to your surprise, your mother took the initiative. “consider the engagement terminated,” she declared firmly. her tone left no room for negotiation. taehyung’s face momentarily flickered with a blend of disbelief and something you couldn’t quite place—regret, perhaps, or anger. his mother tried to salvage the situation, suggesting that they could work something out, but your mother was resolute.

“this is unacceptable,” she stated coldly, her gaze steady as she gestured toward your hand. understanding the gesture, you removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a future now lost, and handed it back to taehyung’s mother. your voice was steady as you offered a brief apology, “i’m sorry.”

his mother accepted the ring with a strained smile, but her eyes were filled with a cold, unforgiving disappointment. she turned to taehyung, her voice firm and cutting as she spoke, “you’ve always been a child.”

as they prepared to leave, the weight of the situation settled heavily upon you. the relief of the engagement being called off mingled with a deep, unsettling guilt. in the end, he was in the same situation as you. maybe he, too, wanted to experience the same things you did. maybe he wanted a life of his own, as his own person, rather than his mother’s puppet. he was more mature than you, more ready to accept a life he knew he didn’t deserve if it meant saving his company, his future. that was where your differences started.

your mother’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere, sharp and commanding. “we’re not finished,” she said, her gesture motioning for you to sit back down. you hesitated for a moment before complying, your pulse quickening as a fresh wave of unease washed over you.

hyunsoo, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. “did you really think we wouldn’t find out?” he asked, his tone tinged with a cold edge. the panic you had been holding at bay surged forward, threatening to overwhelm the earlier relief. you and seokjin exchanged glances, your earlier connection now overshadowed by a deepening tension.

your mother’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she addressed you with a piercing gaze. “where did i go wrong with you?” her voice carried a note of both disappointment and disbelief, each word landing like a blow. “never during the last eighteen years did i take you for a whore until now.”

the shock of her accusation hit you like a physical force, your face flushing with a mix of humiliation and anger. you struggled to find your voice, the weight of her words pressing down on you. seokjin interjected with a defensive edge to his voice. “it isn’t like that,” he said. “we’re in love with each other.”

hyunsoo scoffed, the sound laced with disdain. “love? you can love anyone you want, but not your step-sister.” his words were harsh, the finality in his tone making it clear that he considered this a non-negotiable boundary.

seokjin stood, facing his father with a steely determination. “or what?” he demanded, his posture rigid with defiance.

your mother’s gaze shifted back to you, her disappointment palpable. “you’ll stop with this,” she said, her voice cold. “if you think you can choose who you’ll love, choose. choose between the roof over your head, or him.” her words were a final ultimatum, her tone leaving no room for argument.

the room fell into a heavy silence. even hyunsoo seemed taken aback, his usual composure disrupted by the gravity of the situation. the tension was almost tangible, the air thick with unspoken emotions and fractured expectations.

you took a deep breath, feeling a rush of resolve. standing up, you gathered your wallet and phone, your movements deliberate and resolute. turning to your mother, you looked her in the eye, the weight of your decision clear in your expression. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be who you wanted me to be,” you said, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within you.

without waiting for a response, you walked out of the room, your steps echoing in the silence that followed. the door closed behind you, leaving the fractured family dynamics and the unresolved tensions to linger in the air. the world outside seemed both distant and immediate as you left the comfort of the home you had been so used to. your mother’s decision was finalized, but so was yours. for the first time, you were given the opportunity to make your own decision. you just had to make peace with the consequences.

stepping out into the crisp night air, you found yourself enveloped in a profound silence. the complex loomed behind you, its imposing structure now a symbol of everything you were leaving behind. you looked around, the world suddenly vast and disorienting. the streetlights cast long shadows, the cityscape a blur of darkened shapes and distant lights. your mind raced as you grappled with your next steps, the weight of your mother’s ultimatum still fresh in your mind.

just as you began to gather your thoughts, a voice broke through the stillness. “are you out of your mind?”

the voice was familiar, filled with concern and a touch of frustration. you turned to see seokjin approaching, his features etched with worry. the sight of him, despite the tension, brought a semblance of solace. you scoffed, trying to mask the tremor in your voice. “my mind’s intact,” you replied, though the uncertainty you felt was evident. his eyes searched yours, a mix of confusion and something softer, almost tender.

“why would you do something like this?” he asked, his tone now laced with a deeper concern.

you took a breath, the enormity of the situation sinking in as you spoke. “i love you,” you said, the words coming out as a whisper but carrying the weight of your entire being.

his expression softened, and he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch was gentle, yet it held an intensity that spoke volumes. “i love you too,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly with emotion. he paused, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “but you can’t lose everything because of me.”

the sincerity in his voice was real, and you shook your head, the tears you’d been holding back threatening to spill. “you are my everything,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

his face contorted with guilt, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of regret. he felt it, the crushing weight of your sacrifice, and it was almost unbearable to witness. the guilt was written all over him, each line on his face a testament to his internal struggle. his shoulders slumped as if the burden of your actions was too heavy for him to bear alone. without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace. you buried your head in his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. “i’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice muffled against your hair.

you pulled away slightly, looking up at him with a small, reassuring smile. “it’s okay,” you said, though the enormity of the situation was far from resolved.

as you turned to walk away, the uncertainty of where to go next hanging over you, seokjin called out. “what are you doing?”

you glanced back, your face reflecting your confusion. “i have to find a place to sleep,” you said, the reality of your situation sinking in with each step you took.

he scoffed, shaking his head as if the solution was obvious. “my dad’s hotel is in the other direction,” he said, gesturing vaguely.

the mention of the hotel caused a flicker of confusion to cross your face. before you could ask any further questions, he approached his motorcycle, patting the seat with a sense of urgency and determination. “come on,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “let’s go.”

your mother’s office was unlike its usual vibrant atmosphere. now, it was an echoing void, filled with the sharp clatter of keyboards and the occasional murmur of frustration. she worked through the night, her fingers numb from exhaustion as they flew over the keyboard, her eyes bloodshot and glazed over from the flickering screen.

the room was littered with sketches, fabric swatches, and design mock-ups. empty wine glasses, once filled with red, now lay on their sides, the remnants of her attempts to numb the persistent ache gnawing at her heart. her face was ashen, her usually impeccable appearance now marred by the fatigue of a woman who had pushed herself beyond her limits. the once-fashionable elegance of her attire had degenerated into a disheveled mess, her designer dress wrinkled and her carefully styled hair falling in loose tendrils around her face.

her assistant, a young woman who had been with her through many tumultuous seasons, approached with a hesitant look. “miss (l/n), the files for the upcoming line are ready. do you need anything else?” your mother’s gaze flickered with a detached weariness as she looked at the neatly stacked files. “no, thank you,” she replied, her voice hollow. “just leave them on my desk.”

as the assistant departed, your mother stared blankly at the piles of documents, her thoughts tangled in a web of regret and stubborn pride. she had spent her life crafting an image of control and success, yet now, that facade seemed to crumble under the weight of her choices. the culmination of a lifetime’s work felt like it was slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t escape the bitter sting of her decisions.

with a final, resigned sigh, she gathered her things—files, notes, and remnants of her shattered resolve—before heading to the waiting chauffeur. the drive to hyunsoo’s hotel was spent in contemplative silence. the city’s lights flickered by the windows, a blur of bright, artificial stars that seemed to mock her inner turmoil. ypon arrival, she stepped out of the car and made her way to the hotel’s entrance. the lobby, as always, was pristine and welcoming, but her presence seemed to cast an air of melancholy. she approached the main desk, where a poised receptionist looked up from her work.

“good evening,” your mother said, forcing a thin smile. “i’m here to see hyunsoo. could you tell me where he is?” the receptionist’s smile was polite but distant. “mister kim is in his office. the elevator is to your left.”

your mother thanked her with a curt nod and headed towards the elevator. as she ascended, the weight of her decisions pressed heavily on her shoulders. each ding of the elevator seemed to echo her mounting dread. when the doors finally opened, she stepped out into the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the marble floor as she approached his office. the door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the corridor. her hand trembled slightly as she pushed it open, the hinges creaking softly. the sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

hyunsoo was seated behind his desk, his shirt discarded and his posture relaxed. a woman, half-naked and draped across his lap, was adjusting her clothes with hurried, frantic movements. the scene was awful and intimate, jarring unlike the cold, sterile environment of the office.

your mother’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the tableau. hyunsoo’s gaze met hers with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “what are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone edged with irritation.

your mother’s lips parted in shock, her face blanching as she struggled to find her voice. “i should be asking you that,” she managed, her words barely above a whisper.

hyunsoo glanced at the woman, his expression a mix of indifference and mild embarrassment. the woman scrambled to dress, her movements hurried and clumsy as she slipped into her clothes and gathered her things. with a final, hasty glance, she exited the office, leaving behind a lingering tension in the air.

as the door closed behind her, hyunsoo’s gaze returned to your mother, his eyes cold and unyielding. “it’s just business,” he said, his voice devoid of any trace of apology.

your mother’s stomach churned, a wave of nausea rising within her. the sight of hyunsoo, so casual and dismissive in the face of her turmoil, was almost too much to bear. her heart pounded in her chest, the bitter realization of her own vulnerability and the reality of her situation crashing over her. with a shaky breath and a heavy heart, she turned on her heel and walked out of the office. each step felt like a leaden weight, the finality of her actions settling over her like a shroud. as she moved through the hotel lobby, she tried to compose herself, but the sting of betrayal and the crushing sense of loss left her feeling hollow and broken.

the room seokjin had rented in his father’s hotel was cozy, filled with the warm aroma of the dinner you were preparing. the kitchen was small, just big enough for the two of you, with sleek countertops and modern appliances that gleamed under the soft overhead lights. you stood by the stove, stirring the contents of a simmering pan, the rich scent of garlic and herbs wafting through the air. it was a simple meal, but one that brought a sense of normalcy.

seokjin lounged against the counter, his arms crossed as he watched you with a smirk playing on his lips. his gaze was warm, and there was a twinkle in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. “this truly is a sight to see,” he mused, his voice tinged with playful admiration. he paused for a moment, his smirk widening as he added, “my step-sister making me dinner.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his teasing, raising the spatula in your hand as if in mock defense. “you need to stop calling me that,” you retorted, shaking your head with a smile.

he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “you’re right,” he conceded, pushing himself off the counter. he crossed the small distance between you, his presence a comforting warmth at your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. his voice softened as he murmured against your ear, “the love of my life making us dinner.”

his words sent a flush of warmth through you, your cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as you ducked your head slightly, trying to focus on the task at hand. but his proximity, the feel of his breath against your skin, made it hard to concentrate. when he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt your heart swell with a mixture of affection and contentment.

as you continued to cook, the rhythmic motions of stirring and seasoning bringing a sense of calm, your phone rang, the sudden sound cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. without thinking, you asked him to answer for you, your hands too occupied to pick up the call.

he reached for your phone, his eyebrows knitting together as he glanced at the screen. “yes, doctor cha?” he answered, his voice steady, though you noticed a slight tension in his tone.

at the mention of your doctor’s name, your movements stilled. a flicker of unease crept into your chest, and you turned abruptly, your eyes searching seokjin’s face for any sign of what was wrong. he didn’t meet your gaze immediately, his attention focused on the call. “this is kim seokjin,” he said, his voice calm but edged with concern. “is everything okay?”

the silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, the seconds ticking by in agonizing slowness. you could feel your pulse quickening, a knot of dread forming in the pit of your stomach. seokjin’s expression remained carefully controlled, but you could see the worry beginning to cloud his features.

finally, he spoke again, his voice quiet. “okay, we’ll be there soon.” he ended the call and slowly lowered the phone, his eyes meeting yours. the look on his face—part sadness, part anxiety—made your heart clench.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, though you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer.

he hesitated, his hand reaching out to take yours. “don’t panic,” he began, his thumb brushing reassuringly over your knuckles. he paused, searching for the right words before he finally said, “it’s your mother. she had a heart attack.”

the world seemed to tilt, the floor shifting beneath you as the weight of his words hit you. a heart attack. the phrase echoed in your mind, a sharp, cruel reminder of how fragile everything was. regret and panic surged through you in waves, crashing over the sense of security you had clung to. memories of your last encounter with her, the bitter words exchanged, flashed before your eyes, and the realization that you might lose her without the chance to make things right overwhelmed you.

“i have to see her,” you stammered, your voice shaking as the full force of the situation bore down on you. your mind raced, filled with a cacophony of thoughts—fear for her health, guilt for the things left unsaid, and the desperate need to be by her side.

“we will,” he assured you, his voice gentle but firm. he could see the turmoil in your eyes, the way your breath had quickened with rising panic. “i’m taking you to her, okay?”

you nodded, barely registering his words as he led you toward the door. the room, which had felt so safe and warm just moments before, now seemed stifling, the air heavy with the weight of impending loss. he grabbed his jacket and handed you yours, his movements quick and efficient, though you could see the strain in his eyes. as you left the room, the sounds of the hotel—distant chatter, the hum of the elevator—faded into the background, your focus solely on getting to your mother. the ride down to the parking lot was a blur, and before you knew it, you were standing beside his motorcycle. he handed you a helmet, his expression serious as he watched you fumble to put it on with trembling hands.

“take a deep breath,” he instructed softly, his hands steadying you as he adjusted the helmet’s strap. you nodded, doing as he said, though the breath you took was shaky and uneven. when he was satisfied that you were secure, he swung his leg over the motorcycle and waited for you to climb on behind him. you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding on tightly as he started the engine and the roar of the bike reverberated through your chest.

as he guided the motorcycle out of the parking lot and onto the road, the city lights blurred into streaks of color, the wind whipping past you as you sped toward the hospital. the ride was fast and tense, every second stretching into eternity as you clung to seokjin, your mind a swirl of fear, regret, and a desperate hope that you weren’t too late. you buried your face against his back, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over as the reality of the situation set in. the thought of losing your mother, of never having the chance to reconcile, gnawed at you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

his hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly even as he kept his focus on the road ahead. “we’ll be there soon,” he promised, his voice barely audible over the rush of wind. and though his words were meant to comfort, they did little to quell the storm of emotions raging within you. all you could do was hold on and pray that you’d make it in time.

the hospital loomed large as you and seokjin arrived, its sterile white walls and harsh fluorescent lights a stark contrast to the darkening sky outside. the ride had been a blur of speed and anxiety, but now that you were here, the weight of the situation settled heavily on your shoulders. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you rushed through the automatic doors, the scent of medicine and the low murmur of voices filling the air.

seokjin led the way to the reception desk, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring as he addressed the receptionist. “we got a call from doctor cha,” he said, his voice steady despite the worry that laced his tone. “we’re here to see esther (l/n).” the receptionist glanced up, her expression softening as she noticed the anxiety in your eyes. she nodded and quickly typed something into her computer before giving you both a set of directions. “room 321,” she said gently, pointing down the hall. “third floor, to the right.”

“thank you,” seokjin replied, already moving toward the elevators with you in tow. the elevator ride felt agonizingly slow, the seconds ticking by in tense silence. you couldn’t stop the thoughts from swirling in your mind—what if you were too late? what if something had happened while you were on your way here? the fear gnawed at you, making it hard to breathe.

when the elevator doors finally slid open, you bolted out, seokjin right beside you as you followed the signs to room 321. your footsteps echoed in the hallway, the sound amplifying the urgency you felt in every fiber of your being. as you neared the room, the door opened, and doctor cha stepped out, his expression calm but serious. “doctor,” seokjin greeted, his voice slightly breathless. “how is she?”

doctor cha gave a small, reassuring smile and stepped aside to allow you both into the room. “she had a heart attack, but she’s stable now,” he explained. “she’s going to recover quickly, but she’s not allowed any alcohol for the time being. it’s important that she takes it easy for a while.”

relief washed over you like a tidal wave as your eyes fell on your mother, lying in the hospital bed. her complexion was pale, and she looked tired, but her eyes were open, and they met yours with a softness you hadn’t seen in a long time. the tight knot of fear in your chest loosened, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

“mom,” you breathed, your voice choked with emotion as you rushed to her side. for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as if to reassure yourself that she was really there. she let out a weak laugh, her hand coming up to pat your back. “you haven’t hugged me like this since you were twelve,” she murmured, a touch of warmth in her voice that brought tears to your eyes.

you pulled back just enough to look at her, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. “i’m so sorry,” you whispered, the words catching in your throat as you tried to convey everything you felt in that moment—regret, guilt, relief, and a deep, abiding love. she smiled softly and brushed away your tears with trembling fingers. “it’s okay, darling,” she said, her voice gentle. “i’m here. i’m okay.”

you nodded, though the lump in your throat made it hard to speak. “what happened?” you asked, needing to understand how everything had gone so wrong.

your mother’s smile faltered slightly, and she looked down at her hands. “i broke off the engagement,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

both you and seokjin were stunned, your minds racing to comprehend what she had just said. “what?” you asked, the disbelief clear in your voice. she shook her head, a shadow passing over her face as she avoided your gaze. “it doesn’t matter,” she murmured. “what matters is that i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for everything, for how i treated you.”

the apology took you by surprise, and you stared at her, the shock evident in your expression. “mom, i’m sorry too,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. “but i won’t stop seeing him.”

to your astonishment, she nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “i don’t want you to,” she said simply, her words carrying a weight that left you momentarily speechless. you blinked, struggling to process her sudden change of heart. “what?” you whispered, the disbelief making your voice barely audible.

she turned to seokjin, offering him a small, sincere smile. “i’m sorry, jin,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet resignation. “just don’t take my daughter for granted.”

he met her gaze, his expression serious as he nodded. “i never planned to,” he assured her, his voice steady and sincere.

you couldn’t hold back the question that had been burning in your mind. “why?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. “why the sudden change?”

your mother sighed, her gaze distant as she considered her words. “i got to live in your shoes for a while,” she admitted, her voice laced with regret. “but without you, and it wasn’t worth it.”

the admission broke something inside of you, and without thinking, you hugged her again, your arms wrapping around her as if to shield her from all the pain and regret that had led you both to this moment. “i love you, mom,” you whispered, the words heavy with the weight of everything you hadn’t said before.

she held you tightly, her hand smoothing over your hair. “i love you too, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. whe paused, then turned to seokjin with a faint smile. “a son-in-law is better than a stepson anyway.”

the words were so unexpected, so filled with acceptance and a sense of reconciliation, that they took your breath away. you pulled back slightly, looking at her with wide eyes, the shock still evident on your face. seokjin, too, seemed momentarily taken aback, but then a slow, relieved smile spread across his lips. he reached out, taking your hand in his, and squeezed it gently, a silent promise in his touch.

the room was quiet for a moment, the weight of everything that had happened settling over the three of you. but there was also a sense of peace, a feeling that seemed to promise that things could finally start to heal. you had seokjin by your side, and now, for the first time in a long time, you had your mother too.

✧.*

a/n: writing fluff is so weird ts be corny asl what could possibly be stopping me from ending the story with jackson wang shooting everyone

AMOMK - unexpected (ar)rivals; pt 2

This work was based on the original story A Map of Mrs. Kims (and the drabbles that started it all!) created by @bonvoyagenoona​ and various members of the Tumblr BTS fanfic community! (You can also read it on ao3!)

i'm not super satisified with how this came out but PROBABLY because i wrote it when i SHOULD'VE been working on finals. anyway. i also gave jin his fluffy black swan mullet bc i'm a sucker for that look. enjoy :^) and be sure to read the original work, ofc! (also bear w me as i try to figure out the new fancy ways to format stuff on tumblr, i'm so behind lol)

Korea.

She can’t remember the last time she stepped foot in her home country - it has to be close to a decade, if not more. She left after only one year in university, went to America to pursue some dreams, and now after so, so many years abroad, she is back not only in Korea, but her hometown, the place where she grew up; the place she missed the most in all the time she was gone. It almost seems as if nothing has changed, and the whole town has stood still through time.

Not this grocery store, though.

The grocery store is busier than she ever remembers it being. Once upon a time it was a quiet little place where local parents did their shopping, everyone knew everyone else and could stop to chat in the fridge aisle to boast about their kids and make plans for the weekend. But the atmosphere - and the shop - have changed so much, she just keeps walking in circles, trying and failing to find all the items on her relatively short list.

“They moved the noodles?” She sighs, making the middle-aged woman beside her give her a quick side eye. She really does need to stop talking in English so much. But seriously, how could they have switched all the aisles around? Did that happen before they redid the floors or after? Before or after the store was expanded? Before or after they moved the entrance doors?

As if to relieve her of worrying over where to find everything for just a moment, her phone rings in her back pocket, and she’s too quick to fish it out and answer.

“Hobiiiiii,” she groans. “I can’t find anything.”

“Yuna?” Her cousin asks over the phone. “I can’t hear you.” So they redid all the floors and expanded and moved the entrance and switched the aisles, but this place still has horrible reception?

“How about now?” She asks, adjusting her basket on one arm and walking to the end of the aisle.

“Little better. Listen, are you all set with grocery shopping?”

“All set? I’ve barely started,” she mutters in English, before switching back to Korean and repeating herself. Jung Hoseok, her beloved cousin and dance twin, is silent for a moment before sighing.

“Well, maybe we can go together later? I need the car pretty soon. Sorry, Yu-yu.” She chuckles when he calls her that - despite being a cousin and two years younger than him, they’ve always operated on the same wavelength, and no one else has ever given her a nickname except once a long time ago. So long, in fact, that she really can’t remember what it was.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she replies finally. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much everything would change.” Hoseok laughs joyfully, which is a good sign. She knows he’s a busy man between his dance studio and getting ready to move into a new apartment, so her arrival back in Korea and deciding to crash on his couch is less than perfect timing.

“Don’t worry. Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Sounds good,” she promises, and hangs up after he gives her a sing-song farewell. It’s only been a week, but she thinks Hoseok might begin to crack sooner rather than later. She needs to find a hotel or something, maybe a cheap apartment of her own, to get out of her cousin’s hair. 

Yuna swivels into the aisle parallel to the no-longer-noodles aisle and is immediately greeted with an overwhelming orchestra of scents and fragrances. On her left are scented and unscented candles, and on the right are air fresheners, little hanging car trees, Febreze canisters, and what looks like scented wipes. What for, she has no idea.

Quickly she takes her phone out again. Hoseok loves scented candles, but he’s particular.

“Hobi?”

“That was quick,” he giggles. “I’m not even dressed.”

“I’m not home yet,” she scoffs. “What kind of candle do you want?”

“Oh! Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully. “What do they have?”

She starts down the aisle, switching her phone hand and her basket arm to avoid the group of people clustered around the center of the aisle where all the red-colored candles are. Three men and one woman a bit past her middle years. One man is in an obviously tailored suit, somewhat out of place, and the other is dressed in a button up and slacks and glasses. The third has a mop of messy mint hair and is staring down at his phone, shifting his weight on his heels. The three form a little circle around who she assumes is their mother while the son in a suit reaches towards the top shelf for an apple cinnamon scented candle.

“Hold on,” she mutters in English, and Hoseok hums again, rustling around on the other end as he gets dressed. “What’s in French vanilla that makes it French?”

“Huh?”

“What’s in French vanilla that makes it French?” She asks again, this time in Korean. She skirts around the back of the suited man, carefully tucking her elbow in to avoid hitting the small of his back. Out of curiosity she steals a glance at the stranger, just to see if his face reveals anything as to why he’s wearing such expensive clothes in a local supermarket. With shoulders that broad. And lips that plush. Does she know that smooth face?

He begins to turn towards her and she swivels around casually, squishing her phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“So French vanilla?”

“If you want,” Hoseok replies, his voice a little far away. “I’m not a huge fan, though.”

“Oh.” She realizes he’s been talking in her ear the whole time and she wasn’t listening. “So maybe something-”

“Don’t worry about candles, Yu,” Hoseok chuckles. “I just need the car for now. We’ll go back out tonight, okay?” It’s a gentle push - she expects nothing less from her Hobi - but a push nonetheless.

“Right. I’ll just check out quickly,” she replies, a little embarrassed. The feeling of eyes on her back is strong, burning almost, but she turns out of the aisle without looking back at the suit with the shoulders or the others. Maybe she recognized the guy in slacks and the one with mint hair, too, but it’s hard to tell.

A lot of people have been almost recognizable since coming home, but she’s sure she doesn’t know as many of them as she thinks she does. A lot of people must have moved up and away by now, grown up, had their kids and spouses and gotten their houses. 

She checks out as quickly as possible and winces at the price tag for even her small basket, and then reluctantly swipes her card through. Hurrying to the car, she doesn’t linger in the parking lot to set up her aux cord before getting on the road and back to Hoseok’s apartment.

That night she and Hoseok don’t make it to the grocery store, so they go the afternoon after, just before rush hour. He’s driving with the windows down and music loud, wind whipping at their hair together and sometimes threatening to tear her sunglasses off. His current apartment is conveniently equidistant from the heart of the city and the suburbs, but to take in the nice spring weather Hoseok had decided to go into the burbs for shopping.

“Less smelly,” he had cackled as they got into the car. So far, he’s right.

His music is good, of course, and he dances a little in his seat which means they drift a little in their lane, but she doesn’t care too much. She’s happy to be taking it in with him, happy to be back in Korea where her family - not just Hoseok, but her sister and mother - are all close by.

Another car comes around the corner, sleek and shiny and looking slightly out of place in the suburban setting...more spaceship than car.

“Someone rich lost their way from the city,” Hoseok sings teasingly, but abruptly cuts himself off as the other car lurches to a sudden halt. They gasp a little in unison and then crane forward over the dashboard to peer into the road, checking to see what could’ve possibly caused the spaceship car to stop so soon; she expects some kind of animal, but there’s nothing. Just the road. Not even a pothole.

Hoseok slows down as well, scanning for something in the road, but when he sees nothing he merely mutters and finds the gas again, turning the music back up. He squints through his sunglasses as the other car passes.

“Oh, wow, I think that was the Kims,” he says as they drive by, lifting his sunglasses briefly before sliding them back down.

“You know there are a lot of people named Kim in Korea?” She laughs. “Who are the Kims?”

“You know them,” Hoseok says, glancing quickly at him. “Kim Namjoon? Weren’t you in school with him? There was another Kim brother in my class, too, the older one.”

“Namjoon?” She echoes.

She does recognize the name, but it’s a bit difficult to recall his face. She remembers a tall and lanky kid who might’ve run track or something, but not much else. They had been friends once, close friends, throughout school. But there were three Kim brothers, weren’t there? Namjoon, and two others. One of them she’d gone to university with before transferring to America and living with her dad.

“Like Kim Seokjin?”

His name sounds so unusual on her lips after so long, but there is also a tinge of familiarity to it. What did everyone call him? Jin. They had started university together; she remembers playing games late at night and studying early in the morning, getting their meals together, spending time in his dorm since he was alone...spending lots of time. She remembers suddenly the three men and their mother in the grocery store earlier, and the one in the suit with those wide shoulders. And the one in glasses. Was that Namjoon? He’s filled out nicely, if so. She wasn’t able to catch the full face of the one in the suit, but no one else had shoulders like that, in this world or any parallel version of it.

“And Taehyungie,” Hoseok adds. “I see him around sometimes, with his crazy hair.” He giggles. The mint one - that had been Taehyung? Last she saw him he had been a kid, or at least a teenager. God, how long has it been? “You look spooked,” her cousin laughs, reaching over to nudge her arm. “Feel old yet?”

“Yeah, God, I do,” Yuna mutters. “Do you keep in contact with the Kims? I’d love to see them all again. I hope their parents are doing well.”

“Oh, their mom is doing great,” Hoseok snickers. “I only have Taehyung’s number, but maybe I can text him? Dinner on the weekend when everyone’s free? I haven’t seen those three in a while.”

“Sounds good,” she murmurs, nodding absently, the Kims stuck in her mind. Dinner on the weekend. From the moment her plane touched ground in Korea, she began operating under the assumption that everyone from the past is gone, moved away, settled down or scattered on the wind. But the Kims remain. All three of them remain in their hometown, or at least nearby, probably not more than a healthy stone’s throw from their parents. Why?

Quietly leaning against the passenger side window, Yuna files that question away into the suddenly emerging folder in the corner of her brain, and lets the other memories of her last years in Korea bubble up to the surface.

On Wednesday and Thursday it rains, restricting her inside while Hoseok bounces to and from work during the day and focuses on packing at night. She makes a point to cook for him and do her best to help with the packing; this is the first move ever since he came to the apartment. Packing up your whole life from the past few years is no easy task, but she likes to think what little she does with him, sitting on the living room floor and sorting all the things non-essential to daily life into boxes carefully labeled by her own hand, helps.

Thursday night while the rain falls, she gets a text.

☀️hobi🕺(7:02 PM): Gonna be late tn! :((((( would you mind starting some dinner around 8?

YuYUUU (7:02 PM): of course :) i’ll go look to see what you have

She originally types in what we have, but she still feels guilty grouping herself forcefully with Hoseok; plus, it gives her a false sense of longevity to their current situation. She has about a week, maybe two, until she really needs to get out of her cousin’s hair. So far he’s agreed to host her even after he moves into his new place, but it’s still a one-bedroom apartment, if more spacious and with a better view and water pressure (so he claims), and the air mattress in the living room is getting old fast. He says it’s mostly selfish, since she’ll be able to help him with his move, but after that she can’t imagine he wants her around much longer.

When she walks into the kitchen and begins opening all of the cabinets, the fridge, the drawers, she quickly realizes that Hoseok has no food.

At least, no ingredients. They have leftovers that are getting suspiciously old. Instant ramyeon. Some veggies and fruit, some noodles, but nothing really substantive enough to put together a meal, especially if he won’t be home for the next hour or so. Leaning against the fridge she turns to her phone to scroll through takeout places around them, since she’s sure he won’t want to sit down anywhere. Some of the delivery charges are through the roof, though they seem almost worth it in the downpour outside.

A single name catches her eye and she puts her thumb down to stop the lazy scrolling of her screen; the picture of the front of the place looks a little different, but it’s definitely the same place she remembers from before. Seoul Food. A cute name, but definitely not the only restaurant in the country that uses it. It had been a personal favorite back in high school, when the original owners - a cute old married couple - ran it. She remembers the pork bulgogi and the tteokbokki, delicious and hot, and quickly checks the hazy PDF of the menu uploaded on the barebones website. It hasn’t changed too much, but where the names of the owners were once listed, there’s now only one name.

YuYUUU (7:17 PM): is some takeout okay? there’s a place down the street

☀️hobi🕺(7:21 PM): What about the rain?? :((((

YuYUUU (7:21 PM): it’s letting up a bit, i’ll just go there and back before it gets bad🏃

☀️hobi🕺 (7:22 PM): Only if you want! 

☀️hobi🕺 (7:22 PM): nothing in the kitchen?

YuYUUU (7:22 PM): just some really...interesting smelling leftovers

She can imagine Hoseok’s laughter when he reads that text, sudden and gleeful and full. Hopefully, despite the long day, he isn’t feeling too stressed.

It takes some rifling to find his one umbrella tucked away in the packing boxes, but when she does find it she opens it once - just to see if it’s still as broken as Hoseok claims (it is, but it’ll work.) Then she has to sort through her half-unpacked suitcase to find the rainjacket she definitely put in here somewhere, and then find her old sneakers that are so discolored and worn that it really won’t matter if they get sopping wet. In fact, it might give her a reason to buy a new pair.

The rest of the apartment building is relatively quiet, enjoying their little secluded lives behind their closed doors. She jogs down the stairs while putting her earbuds in and pulling her hood up, pushing through the unusually heavy glass doors of the lobby and out into the storm. In the end, Yuna finds she was right; it did lighten up just a bit, but the rain was still hard enough to be unpleasant. In a few moments her forehead is soaked, and the soles of her shoes are getting soggy. Definitely an excuse to buy a new pair - she can picture them now, custom platform Converse. Just before moving back home from America she’d gotten into a platform shoe phase, and bought a few pairs of inch, inch a half, and two inch sandals for the upcoming Korean spring. Heels weren’t really her thing, but modest platforms had a different kind of kick to them.

But custom platforms were, what, almost $100 in American dollars? How much was that in won? 127,000? They would have to wait until she found an apartment and a steady job over here. And that would probably have to wait until she got around to visiting her mother and sister, which would hopefully happen after her mother and sister even knew she had moved back to Korea.

The bell hanging just above the little door leading into Seoul Food rings daintily as she enters, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. A woman appears behind the counter almost immediately, smiling at her but looking a little frazzled.

“Hi, did you call ahead?” She asks, eyes scanning the small collection of large brown bags already set on the counter with receipts and names attached.

“Oh, no. I’m not in a rush, though,” Yuna replies, adding that last part quickly as the woman’s face tightens. “I’d like an order of the yachae mandu to start, and then some pork bulgogi, tteokbokki, and...the chicken bibimbap, please. For Kang, all to go.”

“Alright,” the woman says, her voice a little strained. “It’ll be about 30 minutes, is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not in a rush,” Yuna repeats, smiling at the woman. “I’ll just take a seat over here?” The woman behind the counter nods, her smile turning a little more genuine, before turning and scurrying back into the kitchen.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, Yuna makes her way to the small, two-person table that’s situated against the big window near the door, looking out over the parking lot. It’s more or less empty, just two other cars. The rain is getting heavy again, beating against the glass as she squeezes the water out of her hair and pulls it back into a damp bun to get it off her neck.

☀️hobi🕺(7:52 PM): Any luck??

YuYUUU (7:53 PM): just put in an order, i’ll be back hopefully right around the time you are :)) you still like bibimbap, right?

She squints as someone’s headlights swing around and land on her through the window when a new car pulls right up to the restaurant, idling for a minute or two before switching off. Above the sound of the rain she hears the car door slam, and then the little bell rings as someone else walks in.

“Mr. Kim!” The woman from the kitchen calls out, waving one hand at the man. Yuna smiles to herself - there really are a lot of Kims in Korea. “Just a moment, please!”

“Take your time,” the newcomer replies, and his voice is surprisingly young. 

☀️hobi🕺 (7:55 PM): of course 🤪 what else did you get?

The newcomer’s phone rings before he can look around for a seat to take, and she watches from the corner of her eye - he’s standing a decent distance and slightly behind her - as he takes it swiftly from his pocket and lifts it to his ear.

“Hello to you too,” he mutters after a moment. “Do you need something, Taehyung?”

And Taehyungie.

Maybe there are a lot of Kims in Korea, maybe too many, but she only knows one Kim Taehyung. Carefully, Yuna adjusts in her seat so she’s sitting sideways on it, legs outstretched parallel to the table. The man is in a tailored suit and shoes that look like they really shouldn’t be worn in this weather. He stands with one in hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, his back to her. The spitting image of that man in the grocery store with the wide shoulders and business clothes, with the same silky-looking black mullet that looks a little frizzy from the humidity of the rain.

“Send me the address,” he sighs. “I’m picking up dinner right now.” He waits. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll call you when I’m close.” He chews his lip for a moment before adding: “Stay safe until then, okay?” And then hangs up with a disgruntled sigh.

“Here you go, Mr. Kim,” the woman at the counter says as she reappears. The eldest Kim brother doesn’t seem to hear, staring down at his phone and the post-call screen for too long. At that moment Yuna decides to stand up, patting her scalp to press down any stray hairs and adjusting her rain jacket.

“Excuse me,” she says, and watches the muscles in the back of his neck tense and move as he lifts his head. After a second he turns, a little too forcefully, but she doesn’t move. “Are you Kim Seokjin?”

Seokjin is silent. But she’s sure it’s him. She recognizes his smooth face, his soft jawline, his American doll lips and his dark eyes. His hair is a little longer, but the mullet looks good on him. Surprisingly. He’s grown up. His nose is still cute. His neck is still thick and strong. His eyebrows are still envy-inducing.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help but overhear your phone call. Your brother’s name is Taehyung, and the cashier called you Kim, so I-” she stops herself and gives a little shrug, her wet rain jacket rustling hollowly.

“No, I-” he speaks for the first time, and his voice is a little different too, probably a little deeper and more relaxed, but still somehow exactly as she remembered it. His eyes finally move, quickly tracing over her face and her hair and her clothes. “I had no idea you were back home, Yuna.”

He fumbles a bit with her name. Didn’t he have a nickname for her once?

“Mr. Kim?” The woman calls again, and Seokjin’s left shoulder jumps as he turns, hurriedly taking his wallet out as he walks over.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he swipes his card, and takes the big bag she hands him once the payment goes through. “Have a good night.”

“Stay dry,” the woman says, smiling at him. Her eyes linger a little too long when his back finally turns on her and he walks back towards Yuna, but then she flies back into the kitchen.

“Wow, Yuna, I really had no idea,” Seokjin starts again, bag under one arm. He looks utterly lost. “Are you in a rush? How long have you been here?”

“No, I’m just waiting,” she replies. “I moved back about a week ago.”

“And you’re here permanently?” He asks. He keeps staring at her without blinking. “Or at least for now?”

“Here to stay,” she nods, smiling up at him. He’s average by American standards, but tall in Korea. He certainly feels tall. “Wow. It really has been a long time.” Seokjin’s lips curl into a polite smile before he looks around the restaurant.

“Maybe we should sit? I have some time,” he tells her, though judging by that phone call she isn’t quite sure how true that is. Either way, she gestures back to the little table by the window and he eagerly takes the seat across from her, placing his food on the wooden top.

The silence after that edges near awkward.

“You look great, Seokjin,” she says kindly, disbanding the quiet between them with ease. “I like the hair especially.” He chuckles a little shyly - was she always so direct with people? - and runs one damp hand through his hair. “Do you make a habit of wearing suits to get dinner?”

He’s still entranced by the way she says his name. His full name. People rarely ever call him Seokjin, just Jin. Seokjinnie or any variant of it from his mother doesn’t count. But Seokjin tumbles so easily off her lips, like she never stopped saying it even after so many years away. So smooth, so effortless, unlike the way he had struggled through Yuna earlier. It just feels unfamiliar, but as much as he searches his brain, he can’t figure out what else there was to call her.

“Not usually,” he chuckles. “I just got out of work. Late night. I wasn’t expecting it to rain so much these past few days,” he adds, looking out the window, squinting at his car through the water running down the glass. “You look soaked - did you walk here?” The rain has made her hair - a platinum blonde, he notices, with pink highlights, just like at the grocery store - wet, even though she’s pulled it back from her tan face into a little bun. Some errant strands still stick to her temples and the sides of her neck. And she has a septum piercing, a small silver ring resting against her philtrum. It looks good.

“Yeah, though now I’m regretting it a bit,” Yuna giggles, looking out the window too. “Hobi lives just down the street, and I’ve been staying with him until I can get my own apartment.”

“Hobi?” Jin mutters. “That’s right. Tae said he was moving out.” 

In her absence he’d totally forgotten that she and Jung Hoseok, dancer extraordinaire, were cousins. Jin didn’t keep too much contact with Hobi, though they had been in school together; they’d occasionally acknowledge one another in local stores, and he was sure he’d seen Hobi out driving a few times, but only Taehyung talked with him more or less regularly. Taehyung always talked about bringing Hobi for dinner, but it never seemed to happen.

“Ms. Kang?” The cook calls her name, placing another big bag on the counter. Jin stands after she does and mingles around the door as she gets her food, watching her face hover unusually long above the little card reader before she pays.

It felt unreal. When she left him at university, he never expected to see her again. Moving across the world was no small feat. It had made him sad, and then angry, and after years alone he had finally given up feeling anything about it at all. She left to pursue her dreams, to live her life, to do her best, and he had to do the same. He had given up, and then he had forgotten.

She doesn’t look too different; she’s tanner, but still shorter than him, and her face is equal parts soft and well-defined, her eyebrows are still that perfect. Her green eyes seem lighter than before, but he doubts that’s possible. Her damp skin gives off a certain ethereal glow in the calm restaurant lighting, and when she sees him waiting for her, the smile she gives is so pristine, so model-like, so dimpled, he wonders how he forgot it at all.

“If you’re close, I don’t mind driving you back,” he says, putting one hand on the door. “It’s just getting worse as the night goes on.” She stands beside him, examining the black sky outside and listening to the rain pound away against the glass. Suddenly he feels like he’s at university again, but the feeling fades as quickly as it comes. “Plus, I’d love to talk some more.”

“That’d be great,” she agrees after a moment. “I appreciate it a lot. I don’t know what Hobi would say if he came home to soaked pork bulgogi.” His chest seems to swell at the fact that they got the same food; how could he not remember how many times they ate together before?

“Ready?” She asks, looking up at him with a playful raise of her eyebrow.

“If you are.”

He pushes open the door in one hard shove, making the bell rattle frantically, and they both dart out into the rain just as a massive clap of thunder shakes the sky overhead, so close it’s deafening. Jin hears her yell a little as she jumps off the sidewalk and hustles to the passenger side door.

“It’s locked!” Yuna cries.

“Shit,” Jin hisses, reaching into his pocket and fumbling with the key fob while he hunches over his takeout bag. “Ah, shit!” Her laughter drifts over the top of the car to him as lightning lights up the parking lot. His shirt is soaked. “There you go!”

They flop into their seats together. Jin winces as he thinks of his dripping wet shirt sticking to his seats, and her rain jacket, shit. But he doesn’t say anything - he can’t, not when he’s also soaked head to toe. Yuna is giggling breathlessly as she adjusts in her seat, gesturing for his bag and placing it on the floor between her feet while holding her own in her lap. The car comes to life with a low, vibrating hum, and Yuna eyes the dashboard as it lights up.

“Fancy,” she comments, “reminds me of a spaceship.” Jin rolls his eyes hard, groaning when he sees that the backup camera is so blurred by rain it’s basically useless.

“Everyone says that,” he replies, twisting around and placing one hand on the back of her seat to watch behind him as he backs out. The front of his shirt is slowly dampening against his chest as water drips off his hair and runs down his neck. “You, Namjoon, Eomma, Appa. Everyone.”

“Because it’s true,” she snickers, gliding one finger along the interior of the door. “How is Namjoon, by the way? And Taehyung?”

“Joon’s doing well,” Jin says, shifting the car into drive and fastening his seatbelt before pulling out of the parking lot. “Left or right?”

“Left. Is he teaching, like he wanted to?”

“Yeah, he’s got a teaching job at a school a bit outside the city. As far as I can tell he’s enjoying it a lot. Taehyung is...well, he’s doing Taehyung things.”

“Which is?”

“Mostly good. Left or right?”

“Right,” she instructs. “I’m glad to hear they’re doing okay. I think Namjoon follows me on Instagram, I see him like all my posts.”

“He said he did,” Jin chuckles.

“You aren’t on Instagram, right?”

“Not really. I have one, but I never use it.” He ticks the windshield wiper speed up. “Pretty sure my profile picture is still just the default blank.” She smiles to herself - that sounds just like him.

“And you?” Yuna asks, looking at him as he drives. “How’s Seokjin doing?” His plump lips grin a little and his eyes do a full cycle between the dashboard, rear view, her, and driver’s side mirror.

“Seokjin’s doing fine,” he replies. “A little wet, though.”

“A little?” She snorts. “I’m sorry about the seats, by the way. I hope these aren’t real leather.”

“They aren’t,” he assures her, and she feigns relief. Lying to avoid making her feel guilty also sounds just like him. “Are we close?”

Yuna leans against the window and spots Hobi’s humble apartment building cozied between the lower-lying buildings around it, and then leans towards the dashboard to point it out to her driver.

“Oh, Hobi lives here?” Jin wonders aloud, leaning over the wheel to squint through the rain. “Where’s he moving to?”

“Somewhere a little closer to the city. I haven’t seen the new apartment yet.” The eldest Kim brother nods after a moment in approval - the action reminds her vaguely of his father -  then sidles the car right up to the sidewalk in front of the building, pulling it into park. “Can I give you gas money or something?”

“No way,” he laughs. “You want to tip me for driving you a few minutes down the road?”

Yuna rolls her eyes at him as she unbuckles her seatbelt and wraps one arm around her bag. “I know you like driving, but I figured I’d offer anyway.” Though, judging by his suit, he likely doesn’t need her pocket change to pay for gas anyway. “Thank you, though.” She hesitates, looking at him, feeling his eyes staring at her again, and then leans over the center console to offer a polite hug.

He returns it, albeit hesitantly. His touch is light and cautious, not really a proper hug. She understands, and doesn’t linger.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Jin,” Yuna says, one hand on the door handle. “Let’s meet up properly sometime soon, okay?”

“I’d love to,” he replies, nodding. “Do you want my number or something? So we can...?” he trails off and shrugs, extending his phone towards her.

“Oh! That’s smart,” she giggles. “Yeah, hold on.” She fishes her own phone out of her pocket and unlocks it before handing it to him. His Samsung is sleek and doesn’t have a case on it, which is stress inducing, but Kim Seokjin is not nearly as clumsy or prone to dropping things as his younger brother Namjoon is.

🌈Yuna✈has been added to your contacts list.

“All set?” Jin asks, holding her phone back out to her. Why the plane emoji?

“No contact name?” Yuna snickers. “Do I get to choose?” He shrugs.

“You’ll know it’s me either way,” he replies.

He’s right.

She says goodbye and then clambers out of his car back into the rain, waiting for a brief moment before scurrying back into the lobby. Wiping her wet shoes on the rug, she trudges to the elevator, and hits the button for the fourth floor.

KSJ has been added to your contacts list.

“Tae, send me the address, I’m on my way,” Jin says into his phone. Taehyung’s voice crackles over the speakers, filling up the car at once.

“Yeah, okay. Just a sec.” A message appears across the top of his screen, a long address, and when he enters it into Google Maps it’s nearly half an hour away. “Got it?”

“Yeah. Be there soon, okay?”

Instead of a response, he gets the dull triple beep that tells him he’s been hung up on. The call screen vanishes and brings him back to the last open page, his contacts, where Yuna’s name is sitting at the bottom of the list.

But he had given her a nickname, once, hadn’t he?

Jin taps her contact and goes in to edit it, smiling to himself as he props his phone back up on the dashboard and shifts into drive to pull away from the curb. He hasn’t felt this happy in a long, long time. 

🌈Yunnie✈has been added to your contacts list.

Random Boyfriend Texts 🖤

Pairing-Jin x reader

Warnings-swearing

Masterlist

Kim Seokjin Text Masterlist 📱

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•Random Boyfriend Texts

Part 1

The PAIN of reading a WIP (why do I do this to myself), but this was way too delish to ignore. Super psyched to see how this story will unfold! Thank you for your gorgeous writing @seokjinger-ale, and if you could kindly add me to the taglist, I'd be most grateful.

All For You (Series Masterlist)

Series Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Seokjin has had a place in your heart since you were young - first as best friends, then as something more. You think he may be harboring similar feelings, but time and circumstance have always gotten in the way. Can the two of you find your way to each other or will you have to let go once and for all? -OR- A series of drabbles following two best friends as they navigate life, love, and their complicated feelings for each other.

Status: Ongoing

Cross-posted to AO3 / Masterlist

Chapters

*Chapters marked with (E) contain explicit smut

1 - Epiphany

2 - Fallout

3 - Ladybugs

4 - The Lake

5 - Prom Night

6 - Jealousy (E)

7 - Drunken Confessions

8 - Crossing Lines (E)

9 - Distance

10 - Reunited

11 - Old Habits

12 - Finally

13 - Home (E)

14 - Cashing In

15 - Lazy Sunday (E)

16 - Forever?

17 - Forever.

A/N: Hello, friends! ☺️ I currently have 17 drabbles planned for this series, but that could end up changing as I continue to write. I may also add bonuses after the series is completed - who’s to say where my muse will take me? Regardless, I’ll be keeping this masterlist updated as I go so that you’ll know if there’s any change to the plan. In the meantime, feel free to leave me a comment or drop me an ask - I’d love to hear from you! And let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! I love you all, and thank you so much for reading! 💜

Your Touch//KSJ (1/4)

Oneshots Masterlist

<Next part> Your Touch//KSJ (2/4)

Soulmate + Idol AU

[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

Warning: I wrote this oneshot a while ago and it's all published without editing any of it, so the plot, writing etc is trash and I absolutely hate all of it. Read at your own risk.

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You walked off of stage, the cheers of your fans echoing in your ears. You were happy, insanely happy. That had been one of your best performances yet. Surely it couldn't get any better than this!

During the performance your sleeve had slipped down and shown your black soulmate mark on your forearm. The last time it had shown, you had been faced with hate and slurs, but this time you swore you heard them cheer even harder.

You were one of the idols who knew their worth. You knew nobody could force you to hide your soulmate mark. Nobody could force you to change yourself or do something you didn't want to.

You interacted with fans a lot, and saw all that the haters were saying about you, but you didn't care. They could say whatever they wanted. But at the end of the day, you were still human after all...

"I'm gonna go get some snacks," you said to your members as you all arrived backstage and flopped onto some sofas. "Anyone want some?"

After a few shouts and requests you turned away and walked round a corner to where you knew the snack table was. Well, you thought you knew...

You ended up near some broom closet. You could hear voices nearby, so you continued walking and saw a group of boys huddled in a corner, whispering.

They weren't just any boys, they were BTS!! You heaved a sigh of relief and started walking towards them. You were on pretty good terms with all of them, but you were really good friends with Taehyung. Maybe they knew where the snack table was in this maze.

But one of them said something which made you stop in your tracks. You ran back round the corner and pressed your back against the wall. You knew you shouldn't be listening to their conversation but...

"Listen to me," you heard one of them say. "I... I hate Y/n. I hate that bitch with my whole life."

Your breath stopped short and you gripped the hem of your black shirt, twisting it round and round in your hands.

"What!?"

"No, I just hate her! I mean, come on! She's so fucking annoying! And-"

"Seokjin, don't-"

"NO, no, listen to me. You can be friends with her and shit, I honestly don't care. Just don't force me to be around her. I don't want to see her. She's so-"

"SEOKJIN!! We get it!! Just- not here. Someone might hear."

You closed your eyes and grabbed your dark purple highlights, entangling your fingers in your hair. You grit your teeth and clenched your jaw in a weak attempt to stop yourself from crying.

Sucking in sharply, you gathered yourself and looked back up. You didn't want anyone to see you break down.

Why did it affect you so much? You couldn't understand, you had received hate so many times before, why were you about to cry now of all times?? It felt like someone had wrapped their icy fingers around your heart and was crushing it slowly. It hurt. It physically hurt you.

But why? Fine, Seokjin didn't like you- hated you- so what? It wasn't like you could do anything about it.

You heard footsteps coming towards you, so you immediately started walking away. The guys wouldn't stay huddled in that corner forever, and you didn't want them to see you had been eavesdropping on them.

You heard Taehyung lightly call your name but you kept walking, acting like you hadn't heard anything. Hopefully he would think you were just some staff member, or some other idol.

You reached your members and and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"You couldn't find the snack table?" Moon asked, brushing her blue hair aside.

"Yeah," you laughed, "This place is like a maze."

/You sat down beside Yen, who was laying down on the sofa, her blonde hair spreading out on the seat. You moved her hair away and brought your legs up to your chest, tucking them under your chin. You wrapped your arms around your knees, hugging them close to you.

"Are you feeling okay?" Keun asked you, frowning a bit. "If it's about the stage, you did great, you idiot. You don't have to be such a perfectionist all the time."

You gave her a weak smile and nodded. What else were you supposed to do?

You had all arrived at the dorms a few hours ago. It was way past midnight now, and you were the only one awake.

You were in the bottom bunk. Bamie's jet black hair hung over the side of the top bed like something out of a horror movie. You were on your phone, scrolling through the messages you got on Instagram.

You chatted to your fans a lot on Insta. It was fun having conversations with them.

You clicked on a random chat that somebody had sent a couple of seconds ago and accepted it.

Jiiiyo93: Hi

[You have accepted Jiiiyo93s request]

You: Hi!!

You: Isn't it a little late to be up? ㅋㅋ

Jiiiyo93: But you're up??

You: True... ㅠㅠ

Jiiiyo93: Can we speed this up? I wanted to talk to you about something

You: Oh, ok! What do you want to say? :D

Jiiiyo93: Bitch

Jiiiyo93: Why haven't you left Echo yet?

Jiiiyo93: You're bringing them down

Jiiiyo93: They could be so much more without you

You: ...I'm sorry

Jiiiyo93: That's it???

Jiiiyo93: You should be more than fucking sorry for trying to steal my soulmate

Jiiiyo93: He'll never love you

You: I don't know what you're talking about?

You: I haven't even met my soulmate yet

Jiiiyo93: Isn't it obvious who it is?!??

Jiiiyo93: You really are as dumb as you look

You: I don't know what you're talking about

You: And if he's my soulmate then aren't you the one trying to steal him?

Jiiiyo93: Don't act clever with me

Jiiiyo93: Literally everyone knows who it is

Jiiiyo93: You should go kill yourself

Jiiiyo93: You're so fucking annoying. Every time I hear your voice I want to rip my ears out and your looks?? Don't even get me fucking started on what an eyesore you are

Jiiiyo93: I bet your soulmate hates you

You: I know...

You: I'm sorry

[Jiiiyo3 has ended the conversation]

Your hands were shaking as you put down the phone. 'I bet your soulmate hates you.'

'I bet your soulmate hates you'

No, it couldn't be...

It felt like someone had taken a hold of your heart and was choking it, your breath hitched as you thought about him.

You grabbed your phone again and opened up your browser. With shaking fingers you searched [Who is Y/n's soulmate?]

It couldn't be. It couldn't be it couldn't be it couldn't be.

You knew for a fact that the Internet had some of the best sleuths. You had experienced that first hand after somebody had figured out where your soulmate mark was.

There were tons of questions and answers about this. You were actually kind of surprised...

You clicked on a link and started to go through the answers.

[Answered by Kyuni28]

Honestly? I think her soulmate is Seokjin. It makes sense, just listen to me.

Soulmates have some chemistry and their personalities are usually similar, and if they aren't they're based in a way that it'd be easy for them to get along.

Seokjin is a fun person who knows how to joke around and make you smile

Y/n is someone who is comfortable to be around, and you automatically want to be friends with

Y/n has mentioned before she CRAVES hugs and physical affection

Seokjin has said he wouldn't mind being physically affectionate with his soulmate

Soulmates usually have some similarities aswell. For example:

They're both fun, protective, caring people who hate getting into fights and if they love someone they'll protect them with their whole heart.

There's so much more I could put here, but the answer would be too long so I'll finish off with one more thing.

Have you seen their soulmate marks? It's like they're meant to be together!!

Y/n has one on her forearm which kind of looks like the shadow of a hand. Seokjin's is on his hand!! And if you look closely at Y/n's, it looks like the imprint of someone grabbing her arm. And if you look at Seokjin's it's kind of bent, if you get what I'm saying. Curved?? Like he's going to grab his soulmate by the arm or something.

You stopped reading. This... couldn't be true!! It just... it couldn't be! What would one person on the Internet know, right?

You scrolled through some more answers and each of them said the same thing, each of them giving more convincing arguments than the last.

You went back to the search bar and started typing again.

[What happens if your soulmate hates you?]

You couldn't find an exact answer to what you were looking for, but you found something similar.

Soulmates tend to be a lot more emotional with each other, for instance, when they fight. If someone says "I hate you", any normal person would obviously feel sad, but for Soulmates it'll feek as if their heart is being ripped apart, or at the very least they'll feel a sort of physical pain in their heart.

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"No..." you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks. You shook your head and wiped them away. "It can't be..."

You threw your head back on your pillow and tried to remember if you two had ever touched. Surely you must have brushed hands... bumped arms?

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized they may be right. You two had actually gotten along before, but what had happened? Had you done something wrong? Why did he hate you?

You cried yourself to sleep that night. All you had wanted was a soulmate, a lover, who would love you as much as you loved them. And now you couldn't even have that.

Jihye looked at her phone screen.

[You have ended the conversation with <Y/n>]

She smirked and turned it off. She hadn't thought Y/n would actually reply to her.

Her doorbell rung and she jumped up off of the bed. She ran towards the door and threw it open to reveal a man standing there. His face was covered with a mask and a cap pulled down low.

She pulled him inside and flung her arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him tight. He laughed and pulled her closer.

Jihye pulled his mask down and kissed his cheek.

"Why did you ask me to come in the middle of the night?" He asked.

"I missed you, Jinnie! Can't I call you whenever I want?" She pouted.

"I can't stay here long, I think Dispatch are onto us." He whispered.

"I won't keep you here long," she whispered back. "Now let's go have some fun."

She took his hat off and pulled him towards her room.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

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[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

Tw// attempted suicide, blood

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Keun shook you awake, her short brown hair brushing over her face.

"Wake up, you idiot! Bamie, help me!!"

Normally you were a very light sleeper and got up as soon as someone called your name, but today you just wanted to curl up in bed and stay there.

"GET UP!!" Bamie shouted, hitting you with a book. "YOU'RE AN MC YOU IDIOT!! YOU HAVE TO ARRIVE THERE EARLY!!"

MC? Oh no...

You jumped out of bed, stumbling over your feet. You couldn't be late for this. You ran towards your closet and picked out some hoodie and jeans. You threw them on and hopped around trying to shove your shoes on. You could change into your other clothes in the changing room over there.

"Finally!!" Keun shouted at you.

You had no time to respond and instead ran out of your dorms to a black car waiting for you with Moon inside.

"I'm sorry!!" You wheezed as you sat inside. You pulled a cap low over your face and put on a black mask. Moon shook her head and sighed.

The car started moving and you slumped back in the seat. Hopefully you'd get there on time.

You had arrived just in the nick of time.

Your stylist had given you some clothes, not a dress but some black jeans with some shirt fit for an idol. You also had a long leather jacket, extra wide at the bottom where it reached your ankles. You didn't pay attention to the finer details like you usually did, all you could think about was getting your lines right.

The stylist had somehow managed to tame your messy hair. It was less purple than before, but the mix of black and purple didn't necessarily look bad.

Everything had gone smoothly, and nobody could tell you had just woken up a few minutes before coming here.

As the camera stopped recording you stretched your arms out and yawned. You really should've gone to sleep earlier.

It was only now that you weren't half asleep anymore you realized who you were MC'ing with. Jihoon and... Seokjin.

You all walked backstage. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple of times, your eyes watering.

Jihoon followed his manager into another room, and you were left in the room with Seokjin. You couldn't help but wonder if Seokjin knew that you two might be soulmates.

'Of course he doesn't you idiot! What does the internet know anyway? You're being stupid.'

Looking up, you noticed him looking down at you with a certain snarl on his face. You looked away and shook your head, trying to act as if you hadn't seen anything.

You walked towards your changing room. Thumping down in a chair, you took out your phone. One of your members would be picking you up, but they might take a while. You opened your Twitter and started scrolling.

Usually your feed was full of posts about your group, and it wasn't uncommon for there to be posts about other idols. You, being a huge fangirl, liked as many of them as possible.

This day was no different, but with one exception. It seemed your hate accounts were a lot more active recently. As you scrolled your brows became more and more furrowed. There were all these posts pointing out all your flaws and asking you to leave the group.

One post had a link on it. Being the usual curious person you are, you clicked on it. Your screen was immediately filled with pictures of red slashes drawn across your face, death threats and petitions for you to leave the group littered here and there. All around your pictures there were extremely realistic drawings and pictures of you choking or being killed. Someone had taken the time to draw these... they had hated you so much they spent their time and effort to make these. If someone would spend that much time doing something against you then you must really be doing something wrong. For people to hate you this badly...

You swallowed the bile rising in your mouth and turned away, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. You shook your head, almost violently, trying to get those pictures out of your head. You couldn't let them get to you. You used to avidly respond to the haters, commenting on their posts, but today you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You heard the door open and looked up. Moon stood in the doorway with Yen.

"Ready?" Moon asked. You nodded and stood up, brushing yourself slightly, though you had no dust on yourself.

You walked out with them and got into your car. Yen stuck to you like bubblegum, rambling about what a great MC you were. You could honestly see how much of a better Maknae she would be. It was kind of weird that you were a year younger than her.

But even she couldn't take your mind over that post for long. Your mind kept drifting to those few lines you had seen: 'Don't you wish she would just jump off a bridge or something. If she just killed herself nobody would have to deal with her again, imagine how relieved her soulmate would be.'

You didn't want to agree with them. You didn't, you didn't, you didn't.

But you did.

Weeks passed

Months passed

Things had gotten worse. Much worse.

Echo was going to hold a concert, but you had overworked yourself. You practiced more than all your members combined. You were more strict on yourself, more harsh.

The result? A broken ankle.

You could mostly walk fine, but you weren't allowed to dance for a while. You had to go through the concerts sitting down on a chair and singing while your members danced around you. After every concert you would cry alone in the changing room.

Sometimes when you would walk or try to stand up, your ankle would collapse under you. Every single time you got more and more frustrated with yourself.

If anyone asked, you would say you were fine. You were okay. You'd get through it like you always did. Being a burden. Stopping everything from going smoothly. Just ruining everything.

You weren't really the same, but your fans didn't seem to notice. Or at least that was what you thought.

Your thoughts grew darker. Whenever you opened any app your eyes skimmed past the positive posts straight to the negative ones. They were all you saw.

From your point of view you were improving yourself by listening to what they had to say, fixing your flaws.

From a realistic point of view you were destroying yourself. You were breaking yourself more than the haters could ever have done.

The soulmate thing hit you even harder. You had always thought that as long as you got through it one day you'd have someone who truly loved you and support you, contrary to what those haters said, but your dreams had been shattered.

You loved your members, you truly did. But that was the problem. You thought if you erased yourself it would be better for the group, that they would have a happier life without you to drag them down by ruining their performances, their songs, just being a burden.

Of course, you never told any of them this. You didn't want to annoy them any further, but in the end that may have been the reason for your downfall.

You were one of the hosts on a variety show where lots of idols would come and you would hold conversations with them.

One day when the cameras stopped rolling and everyone dispersed, you opened your phone. You went on your messages and all you could see as you scrolled down were messages sent by haters. They weren't the normal messages asking you to leave the group, no, these were asking you to kill yourself.

You poked your cheek with your tongue, deep in thought. You went to your feed and saw the same thing.

It wasn't a secret that you were one of the most hated idols, but nobody actually knew how much hate you got.

You looked around. All the staff had gone home, all the idols had gone too. You had told your members you would be going home yourself today, but you were starting to change your mind.

You didn't have to go home today. You didn't have to deal with any of this anymore. You would just do one thing, and all of this would end.

You stood up and stashed your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. Spying some stairs around a corner, you realized the studio was on the top floor, right below the roof.

You ran up the stairs, impatient to get this over with. You drew back the bolt on the door and shoved it open with your shoulder. As you stepped outside you were hit with a rush of cold air. Even so, you took your hoodie off with your phone inside. If anyone found it, they would find the messages you had been looking at and understand.

You stood there at the edge of the roof in you T-shirt, shivering. Did you really want to do this?

"YES!!" your mind screamed. You had to do it before you changed your mind. It was now or never. You were doing this for your group and your fans. It was fine, you told yourself. Everything was fine.

Your breath shook and tears started rolling down. With one last look at the sky, you jumped.

Seokjin walked out of the bathroom. He knew he should head back to the dorms quickly because it was getting late.

He shivered as a soft breeze drifted past him. But he was still inside the studio where they had shot the show, so where was the breeze coming from?

He looked at the stairs and frowned. Someone must have left the door open. Since he was the only one left he would have to close it now. He groaned and ran up the stairs two at a time, thinking he should get this over with quickly.

As he got to the door he gripped the handle and started closing it, but on the roof there lay a hoodie, thrown away carelessly. He frowned, he recognized it from somewhere.

He walked out and saw a girl standing on the edge of the roof. He watched in horror as she took her feet off the ground and jumped.

"NO!!" He heard himself scream.

He ran forward. She twisted around when she heard his footsteps. Her eyes widened as he reached out to grab her arm. He let out a small shout when he saw who she was. Y/n.

And he was going to touch her soulmate mark.

Time really seemed to slow down as he reached out for her, the black part of his hand coming so close to touching that black mark on her forearm. A sudden realization hit him. It hit hard. They were soulmates

You didn't know what you were doing. In a sudden reflex you twisted your arm away from him and he grabbed your wrist instead. He pulled you back, but you screamed and he let go. You landed sprawled on the roof next to his feet, clutching your wrist. Tears came out hot and fast as you closed your eyes.

Seokjin didn't understand. He was sure you two were soulmates. He had felt it. He had felt it. Right before he touched you it felt as if his heart had burst, there was no way you two weren't soulmates.

But then why had he touched your wrist instead? Were you not-

You let out a muffled sob and only now did he look down. Blood was running down your arm, thick and fast. You were clutching your wrist where he had touched you.

Seokjin tried to control the panic rising inside of him. He crouched down next to you, but he didn't know what to do. He had no idea where the blood had come from, but the least he could do was help.

He tried to touch your arm, but no sooner had his fingertips brushed your skin, cuts started forming where his skin had touched just seconds ago. You recoiled away from him, desperately trying to stop the flow of blood.

Seokjin was confused. He knew that when soulmates first touched each other, their marks sprouted into different colors, but this? Cuts appearing whenever he touched you? This wasn't normal.

He knew there was a med kit in the closet downstairs. He could help stop the bleeding and patch you up, he just needed to get you down there first.

He shook his sleeves and stretched them over his hands. He tapped you on the shoulder and looked you in the eyes.

"You need to go downstairs," he said softly, "There's a med kit and I can help stop the bleeding. You need to calm down, okay? It'll be alright."

You wiped away your tears furiously with your other arm. You nodded and he pulled his sleeves further over his hands so he wouldn't touch your skin. Then he lightly grabbed your arm to help you up.

As soon as you stood up your ankle collapsed under you and you fell. Seokjin caught you in his arms, his sleeves stopping your skin from touching.

"Your ankle..." he whispered. "I'll help you-"

"I'm fine." You muttered through gritted teeth. You wrenched yourself out of his grip and grabbed your hoodie with your phone inside. You steadied yourself and walked down the stairs. Unknown to you Seokjin was behind you with an arm extended, ready to catch you in case you fell.

You heard him lock the door and continued walking, wiping away your tears even more viciously than before. You muffled the sobs that threatened to come out and tried to pretend your wrist didn't hurt as much as it really did.

Seokjin opened the closet and took out the med kit while you washed all the blood off of your arm. You looked in the mirror and realized in your haste you had wiped your tears with your bloody arm. There was blood smeared across your nose, and your eyes were puffed up. Wisps of hair fell across your face, covering your eyes. You looked pathetic.

The cuts on your arm where Seokjin had touched you stung. Only you knew why this was happening. You had heard about it before but didn't know if it was true. It made you cry even harder. You two really were soulmates, but you had fucked up. You had fucked up bad.

You walked out of the bathroom with a less bloody face and (hopefully) less puffed up eyes. Seokjin lightly gripped your arm, making you flinch away.

"It's okay," He said, "I have gloves on. You won't get hurt."

He showed you the blue gloves covering his hands and you gingerly put your arm forward, letting him touch it with the gloves on.

You two sat down and he started cleaning up the cuts. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the ones on your wrist.

"They're deep," he told you as you sat there awkwardly. "I'll do as much as I can now but it's better if you get them checked by an actual doctor later, or at least your manager."

You nodded and looked away. A few days ago he had been looking at you with disgust, and here he was helping you. It confused you and made you more nervous than it should've done.

When he finished you got up straight away and started walking, but he stopped you, blocking your way.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?" He asked.

"Well, that was my plan, yes," you mumbled.

"But..."

He was going to ask you about what happened on the rooftop, wasn't he? About why you had tried to-

You didn't want to talk about that. You looked down and held your arm, hoping he would just let you go.

He shook his head, it seemed he changed his mind last minute.

"What about this?" He asked, showing his soulmate mark on his hand. "Are we soulmates or not?"

"We are."

"Then how come whenever I touch you you get cut!? And our marks- look at them! They haven't changed, and how can we be soulmates if I touched your wrist, not your mark-?"

"I can't explain everything tonight." You kept your gaze on the floor, trying to stop yourself from sobbing. "I'll explain tomorrow, just... let me go home."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but stopped himself. He moved out of your way and let you walk past.

"Wait!" He called after you, turning around. "How are you going to get home?"

You froze. You hadn't thought about that. At first you were going to get a taxi, but it was so late you weren't sure if it was safe to get one anymore.

"I can drop you," you heard him mutter.

You honestly had no other choice. You nodded and he guided you towards his car.

Once you reached your dorms you nodded a small thanks and walked away quickly, pulling your hoodie low over your face.

As you had expected, your members crowded around you, asking what had taken so long. You made excuses, like you always did. Saying you had got caught up talking to a friend, they had dropped you off.

They somewhat believed you, and you were finally allowed to go back to your room (you guys had since removed the bunk beds and you all had your own rooms).

You couldn't sleep that night. You kept picking at the bandages on your wrist.

As you lay there looking up at the ceiling, you realized you were glad he had stopped you. You thought about your members faces when you returned home so late. They cared. Even if no one else did, they cared.

Your friends, your family, how would they react if they knew what you had tried to do tonight? If you couldn't stay for yourself... surely you could stay for them?

You stood up and walked out of your room, into one of your Moon's room. She didn't ask too many questions, and you didn't want to explain right now.

"Moon?" You whispered, cracking the door open.

"Hm?" She grunted sleepily.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Nightmare?"

"Something like that."

You saw her nod in the darkness, and jumped onto her bed. This wasn't unusual for you, since you were the maknae. You had slept with the many times before when you had recurring nightmares, it was just that tonight was different.

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[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

This story is so cringy istg

Welp. Thanks for reading my trashy story. The next part will be out I don't know when.

(Warning: Angst is not my thing but I tried and it ended up like... this.)

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The next day Seokjin lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about the day before, and think about Y/n.

All the things he had heard about Y/n, all the thoughts he had about her, they all seemed to disappear the night before as he pulled her away from the ledge.

He couldn't help but wonder, did Jihye really tell him the truth? Everything she told him, there was no way Y/n actually did any of that. Of course he couldn't judge Y/n based on one night, but she looked so helpless that night. She didn't seem as if she'd be able to hurt someone smaller than her, let alone someone feisty like Jihye.

He sighed and rolled over. He didn't want to think about this so early in the morning. He'd ask Jihye about it later.

He heard notification ring on his phone. He grabbed it off of the table and clicked on it.

[(2) messages from Jihye❤]

Jihye❤: Have a good day today Jinnie~

Jihye❤: I love you~

You: I love you too

He turned his phone off and put it back on the table. Her messages didn't make his heart flutter anymore. The thought that she might have lied to him about everything... it ate him up inside.

He shook his head frantically. He reminded himself to ask her later, there was no point in wondering about it now.

He thought about how he and Y/n used to be friends. His heart seemed to twist the more thought about it. He smiled unconsciously, thinking about everything. His heart was fluttering as he remembering how she smiled when they surprised her on her birthday years ago.

But then...

He was hit with a realization. He had been in love.

All those years ago, when everyone he had seen her, he thought that what he had been feeling was normal. He thought it was normal for friends to feel that way to each other. He had asked Taehyung about it once, who had simply responded with "No, I don't have a crush on her...? She's just my friend."

He had assumed Taehyung was just being his weird self, but if he was the only one who felt that was about Y/n at the time...

He groaned and covered his eyes. Well, there was nothing he could do now.

He got out of bed. Stretching, he realized he didn't have Y/n's number, so how was he supposed to ask her about the soulmate thing? He did know someone who had her number, but he wasn't sure he would give it to him.

He went out of his room and looked around. Sure enough, Taehyung was on the sofa scrolling on his phone. Seokjin approached him a little warily, not sure how to ask him for what he wanted.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked, smiling up at Seokjin. Seokjin had been trying to creep up behind him.

Seokjin hesitated, then just decided to go for it.

"Taehyung, do you have Y/n's number?"

Taehyung's smile vanished and Seokjin felt bad. Obviously Taehyung still remembered what Seokjin had said about Y/n nearly a year ago, of course he would be hesitant to give her number to him.

"Why do you want it?"

"I just need it. Please, Taehyung."

"Answer my question."

Seokjin didn't know what he should say. How could he explain everything to Taehyung?

"Yesterday... me and Y/n talked. She told me that she would tell me something today, but I don't have her number."

Taehyung raised his eyebrow at him. "And you're telling the truth?"

"Yes, Taehyung, why wouldn't I be? Just trust me, please. I need her number."

Taehyung looked hesitant, but something about Seokjin's plea must have struck him, because suddenly he had pulled out her contact and was showing it to Seokjin.

"Don't say anything weird to her, okay? We haven't talked in a while but... I'm not sure she's okay. I want to talk to her myself but I don't know if I'd be annoying her or not."

Seokjin remembered what happened last night. He wasn't sure if Taehyung should know. For now he'd keep it a secret...

He thanked Taehyung and saved the number in his phone. He wasn't sure if she was free, but it wouldn't hurt to text her, right?

You: Hello, is this Y/n?

???: Who is this?

He paused. Was this really Y/n? Did Taehyung give him a wrong number? Had she changed her number? He couldn't risk telling a stranger who he was.

You: We talked last night

???: Give me your name

You: I can't do that...

???: Which Y/n are you looking for?

You: The idol? Part of a group called Echo, she's the maknae.

It was only now Seokjin realized how weird this must be. Y/n probably thought he was some crazed fan who got her number, no wonder she was pretending

It was a clever strategy now that he thought about it.

???: You've got the wrong person

You: This is seokjin!!

???: ...

You: Last night we met at the rooftop

You: You told me you'd explain something to me

???: OHHHH

???: I'm sorry, I always do that

You: Thank god

[Successfully changed ???'s name to Y/n]

Y/n: It's a bit hard to explain over text...

You: Then should we meet up?

Y/n: I would... but Dispatch is a bitch

You: ㅋㅋ yeah

You: I'm filming for a drama today. You could come visit once the filming's finished. Reporters aren't allowed back there

Y/n: Sure

Seokjin sent her the details and time, then closed his phone. He would have to go now otherwise he would be late for filming.

You put down your phone with shaking hands. How were you supposed to explain everything to him? You supposed Taehyung had given him your number. You hadn't talked to Taehyung in a while, so you couldn't help but wonder how he was doing.

Wait...

You opened the message again and looked at what Seokjin had sent. Drama?? HE WAS FILMING FOR A DRAMA!?

You inner fangirl was coming out and you gripped the phone hard. He was filming for a drama. No matter how much he hated you, you'd always be a huge fangirl, and all you could think about was actor Seokjin was coming!! You had been waiting for this ever since they debuted!

Moon had woken up beside you. At first she looked confused as to why you were there, but then she remembered what happened last night. You smiled innocently at her and she rolled her eyes. But she seemed to soften a little and she turned her head towards you.

"So did you have a nightmare last night?"

"Kind of..."

She frowned. You used to have horrible nightmares when you were trainees, and they continued when you first debuted. After a while they had stopped, but Moon was worried you were having them again.

You wanted to reassure her that you weren't having nightmares, but you didn't really know what to say.

"I didn't have a nightmare. I just... wanted to sleep with someone."

That wasn't entirely a lie. You were a very cuddly person, kind of like a koala, so it wasn't suspicious or anything.

"And why did you choose me?" Moon asked

"Cause you ask the least questions. Or at least I thought you did..."

"Come on," she said, getting up. "Let's go eat something."

She pulled you up and you followed after her into the kitchen.

You had to stop yourself from telling them about actor Seokjin, no matter how excited you were.

It was getting closer to the time Seokjin had sent you to meet him. Your hands were shaking. How were you supposed to explain everything to him? You asked Bamie for the car keys and told her you were going to meet one of your friends.

"But your ankle?" She asked.

"That's why I'm going in the car. You really think my ankle can't take it?"

She hesitantly gave you the keys and you sprinted outside (which would earn you a scolding from Bamie after you came back). Getting in the car, you drove to the location he told you about.

You parked the car and headed inside the building. There were staff rushing everywhere. Some of them peered curiously at you, making you pull your hat down even lower over your face.

You followed a staff member who was holding a a camera, and sure enough he led you to a place where they were filming Seokjin for something. Right now it didn't look like anything important was going on, they were just shooting some promotion pictures.

Seokjin caught your eye and waved you over. The manager told everyone to take a break and Seokjin walked towards you.

He looked like he was going to shake your hand, but he saw the bandages on your wrist and remembered what had happened last night.

"How are you?" he asked a little awkwardly. "Have your cuts healed?"

"Fine, and yeah my cuts don't hurt anymore I guess..."

You both sat down out of earshot of the staff, and you tried your best to explain. Truthfully, you could've told him all this over the phone, but you had your own question you wanted to ask.

"You must be wondering about the cuts, right?"

He nodded.

"I... I read about this online so I don't know if it's accurate, but when two soulmates don't touch each others marks, this happens."

"Cuts appear?"

"Mhm."

"But why? It was an accident, right? And why isn't it happening to me too?" Seokjin became more and more frustrated. "It's not fair that only you get hurt."

"...it wasn't an accident. I moved away on purpose."

"What?" Seokjin stared at you, confused, and though he wouldn't admit it, a little hurt. "Why would you do that?"

"It was kind of a reflex. I... I did it because..." You closed your eyes. "To answer that first I need to ask you my own question."

Seokjin hesitated, but he felt it was only fair. "Okay," he said. "Go ahead."

"Why did you save me? I thought you hated me."

It felt as if he had gotten punched in the gut. He was lost for words, what was he supposed to say to that?

"Why... Why would you think that?" It came out less than a whisper.

You swallowed thickly and spoke. "I heard you. I know it's kind of pathetic that I'm keeping a grudge on something that happened nearly a year ago, but backstage at an award show, I heard you. I- I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, and I didn't want to annoy you so I tried to keep out of your way. So when you tried to grab me on the roof my first thought was to twist away and- well, you know."

Seokjin could do nothing but stare at her. Never, never in a million years did he ever think she could have heard that. He wanted to scream at himself.

'Why would I say that? Why would I say that when she could've heard me? Why am I such an idiot!?'

"Y/n..." he whispered, covering his eyes with the palm of his hands.

You didn't hear him. "I'm sorry if I've ever done anything to you. I just-"

"Y/n," he repeated, a bit louder this time. "It's not your fault."

You looked up at him. "Then why...?"

There was a reason to why he had hated her. But he was starting to doubt it.

"Do you know Jihye?" He wanted to know if what she had told him about Y/n was true.

You face fell and you looked away, closing your eyes.

"Yeah, I know her. We collaborated with her once."

"Were you on good terms?"

You hesitated. "Would you believe me if I told you the truth?"

Seokjin studied your face carefully. You didn't look like you were about to lie to him. He decided to trust you, just this once.

"Of course."

"She hated me," you spat out. "I don't know why, I had never met her before that, but she had it in for me. Ridiculed me, hurt me, promised that she'd make my life hell in every way possible. She stole my lyrics and passed them off as her own, and then claimed I had tried to steal them from her. I'm sure she was insane because she promised me she would make sure my soulmate never loves me, and that he already loved her..." you voice trailed off.

Your eyes widened in realization and you turned around to face Seokjin. The look on his face was pure shock. He slowly shook his head after you finished speaking and stood up.

"You can't be serious."

You didn't answer him and stood up as well, looking up at him.

"You're dating her aren't you?" You breath was becoming a little shaky as you spoke. "What has she told you about me?"

"Exactly what you just told me, and- and more..." he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something and closed it again, stepping away. "Who am I supposed to believe? How do I know you're not lying?"

You looked down. Jihye was right. She really could take everything away from you. For a second you thought you really could have a soulmate who loves you, but she had taken that away from you too.

"Forget I said anything." You started walking away as Seokjin stood there, not sure what to do.

No wonder Seokjin hated you, Jihye had been telling him lies all this time. She had taken your lyrics, your reputation, and now your soulmate.

You had already started driving away when Seokjin came to his senses and realized what had happened. He told his manager he was going and then got into his own car.

He drove towards Jihye's place. When he reached he parked his car outside and hurried out, ringing the doorbell.

She opened the door and looked up at him, a bright smile on her face. It soon vanished, however, when she saw his cold expression. She brought him inside, laughing nervously.

"Why are you here, Jinnie?"

"Jihye, everything you've ever told me about Y/n, is it all true?"

She laughed nervously. "Of course it is, Jin-"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and locked eyes with her. "Promise me. Promise me you weren't lying, and that this whole time I haven't been trusting you in vain."

"I promise." She held his hands in hers. "I promise, everything I told you was the truth."

Her eyes never once wavered from his. Seokjin wanted to believe her. He really did.

"What if I told you Y/n was my soulmate? What would you say to that?"

"Well... it's not like you love her. You love me, don't you?"

Seokjin bit his lip. "I- I do, Jihye, but I don't know if you've been lying to me or not."

"Why would I lie to you, Jin!? And even if Y/n is your soulmate, after everything she's done, would you still-?"

"Of course not," Seokjin whispered.

"I love you," Jihye said suddenly, hugging Seokjin tightly. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her and returned the embrace.

"Oh! That reminds me," she chirped. "I've got something to show you. Wait here."

She ran into her room and Seokjin could hear her scuffling about. He couldn't help but feel like she had changed the subject a little too quickly.

He heard a phone ding and immediately started searching for his own, but realized it wasn't his making the sounds. He looked over on the sofa and saw Jihyes phone laying there, her screen lighting up from the notifications.

He knew he shouldn't intrude her privacy, and he wasn't going to, until he saw who sent it. He struggled with himself for a second, then picked up her phone.

[You have received (7) messages from Y/n]

He shot a glance towards the doorway of her room and clicked on the notification.

Y/n: You've won

Y/n: Is that what you wanted to hear me say?

Y/n: You won, Jihye

Y/n: You've taken my reputation, half of my career, and now my soulmate

Y/n: I hope you're happy

Y/n: I have one request, treat Seokjin well. He didn't ask to be fucking manipulated by you

Y/n: Whatever you said to him, it worked. Just stop with the blackmail, you've already got everything you wanted

Seokjin scrolled further up the chat and saw... everything. Y/n had been telling the truth. Jihye had been taking her lyrics, blackmailing her, and a number of other things.

Jihye reappeared into the room, bouncing happily. She saw Seokjin holding her phone and glaring at her, and froze.

"Jinnie, what are you doing on my phone?"

"You did lie to me," he whispered. "What have you been doing to Y/n?"

Jihye's expression changed. Her smile was wiped off her face, and her mouth turned into a kind of snarl.

"Well, why do you care anyway? It's just Y/n, and it's not like you've been the nicest to her either. Why are you shifting all the blame to me?"

"You made me hate her!! I believed you, and look where that got me!!

She scoffed. "It got you a beautiful girlfriend, didn't it?"

He opened his mouth but he isn't know what to say. He was so mad at her, he just- he didn't know what he would do.

"I'm breaking up with you," he said simply and started walking out.

"What!?" She grabbed his arm. "You can't just do that-"

"I can and I have." He pulled her hand away. "At least Y/n didn't fucking trick me into wanting to love her."

He walked out and slammed the door behind him. Getting into his car, he started driving towards Y/n's dorm. When he got there he jumped out of the car and ran up to the door of her place.

He knocked on the door and was greeted by Keun. "What are you doing here...?" She asked.

"Can I talk to Y/n?"

She slowly let him in and he ran towards where your room was. (It wasn't hard to find since you had pasted your name on it)

He opened the door a crack and saw you sitting with your legs crossed on your bed. He couldn't exactly make out what you were doing, from there it just looked like you were staring at your fingers. He opened the door a bit more and walked in. You looked up at him, confused.

"Sorry...?" He mumbled, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have believed her without proof I'm so-"

"Don't be," you interrupted. "How did you find out?"

"I saw the messages you sent her." He gestured towards the phone laying next to you. You looked up at him with a slightly parted mouth, you didn't think he was the one reading them.

"Can we talk?" He asked. You nodded and moved up on the bed, letting him sit down next to you.

You two talked until the sun went down. By the time Seokjin realized he had to go home, you had already fallen in love.

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Soulmate + Idol AU

[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

FINALLY THE END. I wrote this oneshot a while ago and I uploaded these without really editing the story, and it's only now I'm realising god this is so dumb.

This is one of, if not, my least favourite oneshots so i'm glad this is over. I really should've worked on their love story instead of just- ("I know I talked shit about you but I love you" "I love you too")

So for my sake just pretend they actually had a valid reason to fall in love and pretend I'm a good writer, thank you

And get ready for a cliché as hell ending

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How long had it been since that roof incident?

A month? Two? Three? Six? Yeah, six sounds about right.

Six months had passed since you two had found out you were soulmates. Six months since you had fallen in love. And six months since you two had found out you couldn't touch each other (and believe me, you had tried)

Occasionally you two would get excited and think, 'Maybe it'll work this time?'

And you'd always end up with a bloody arm

Seokjin's drama had been postponed because they couldn't find a good female lead. You two had been set to collaborate on some project, but that also had to be postponed since you couldn't touch each other.

You had started talking to Taehyung again, and he was ecstatic. Jihye hadn't tried to talk to you again, much to your relief.

Now back to the present. Another award show.

Seokjin was standing backstage, shifting from foot to foot nervously. Suddenly, he felt someone slip their hand into his. He looked down, frowning, and saw you standing there.

He jumped back immediately, remembering the cuts that appeared every time he touched you. He looked down, panicking, to see if any cuts had appeared, only to find that you were wearing tight black gloves.

"They're part of the performance," you smiled, taking his hand again. "Cool, right?"

"Yeah," he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing your hand.

You heard footsteps pattering down the hallway, and you two were forced to break apart. You stood side by side, talking calmly when Taehyung walked in. He smirked, seeing you two alone.

"Are you two dating?" He asked for the hundredth time that week.

You rolled your eyes at him and Seokjin ruffled his hair. "Don't ask weird questions," he laughed, catching your eye.

Time skip~

After the performances your group was talking with BTS, both of you waiting for your managers to come in their cars. You were talking to Jungkook, when someone you recognized as Seokjin's manager for his drama, approached you.

Jungkook stepped a little away, letting you two talk in peace, but he watched you two talking, too curious to look away.

"Hi, I'm Seokjins manager for his drama, as you may know." You nodded as he spoke. "We've been looking for a female lead, how would you like to audition. Currently there's one other candidate for the audition, Yoon Jihye, but personally I think you could beat her. So, how about it?"

You stood there in shock. Everyone around you had gone silent aswell, listening to your conversation. You didn't know what to say. "I..."

The manager smiled. "Think about it." He gave you his business card and walked away.

Once he was out of earshot everyone else crowded around you, cheering.

"DO IT!!" Yen screamed in your ear. "YOU COULD BE THE FEMALE LEAD WITH SEOKJIN!! YOU HAVE TO DO IT!!"

The only person who didn't look as excited was Seokjin. He was standing a little away from the group. When he caught your eye he gave a weak smile and looked away.

Later that night as you lay in bed, you got a call from Seokjin. You picked it up as soon as it started ringing.

"Seokjin?"

"Hi, Y/n, yeah..."

"Why are you calling so late?"

"Uhh... no specific reason. I just... wanted to talk?"

"About the drama right?"

"...yeah"

"What's wrong? You looked worried back there"

"It's just... Do you really want the get the part?"

"Yes!"

"There are a lot of parts where the two main leads touch each other. And... you know... we can't really do that..."

"Ah... There must be some way around it, right?"

"I don't know, Y/n, I want you to get the part aswell, I'm just... I'm worried. I don't want you to get hurt because of a stupid drama."

"But if I don't get the part, then Jihye will, and-"

"I can deal with her"

"And I can deal with the cuts"

"NO, that's different"

"Not really"

"IT IS!! I'm not letting you do it if you get hurt"

"And how are you gonna stop me?"

"Y/n... Please, I'm worried"

"It's fine, I'll find some way around it"

"Are you sure?"

"We'll do this somehow"

"I promise"

"Okay..."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Seokjin ended the call.

You rubbed your arm nervously. You were determined to find some way around it, you didn't care what you had to do.

The next day, you two met in the BigHit building.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "I don't want you to go for the drama."

"Seokjin-"

"No, you can't! There's no way you'd be able to do it without-"

Another voice interrupted. "Why not?"

You both turned around to look at Taehyung.

"Why not?" He repeated, glaring at Seokjin. "Why can't she act in the drama?"

You stepped forward and grabbed his arm lightly. "Taehyung, you don't understand-"

"Then make me understand. Why doesn't he want you to act in the drama with him?"

You and Seokjin exchanged glances, and with one nod you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into another room. You locked the door behind the three of you and Seokjin grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders. "Taehyung, listen to me. Me and Y/n are soulmates."

"Really?" Taehyung stared down at Seokjin's black soulmate mark skeptically. "So why hasn't your soulmate mark changed colors?"

You walked over to Seokjin and extended your arm, pulling back your sleeve.

"We can't touch each other, otherwise..." you looked at Seokjin.

Seokjin shook his head. "No, I'm not touching you. You'll get hurt-"

"It's only one cut, just do it quickly."

He hesitantly brushed your arm with his hand, and cuts immediately started appearing. They seemed to extend and wrap around your arm like vines. Blood trickled down your forearm, dripping to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung whisper-screamed. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm towards himself, getting a better look at the damage. Seokjin couldn't help but envy him, he was able to touch you without the fear of hurting you. He wished he could do the same...

"Why is this happening?" Taehyung asked as you went to the washroom to wash the blood off.

"It happens when soulmates don't touch each others marks when they first touch," Seokjin explained.

Taehyung seemed to be lost in thought for a bit then,

"Y/n's not doing the drama," he said firmly.

"WHAT!?" You screamed from the washroom. You ran out and glared at both of them. "You can't stop me."

"You can't!!" Seokjin urged. "You'll get hurt, and how are you going to explain to the manager where all the injuries keep coming from?"

"Exactly!" Taehyung backed him up. "You can't do it!"

You looked from Taehyung to Seokjin. They really weren't gonna let you do this...

You sighed in defeat. "Fine."

You stormed out of the room, leaving Taehyung and Seokjin in the room together. They stared at each other, wondering what they should do.

"I still can't believe this is happening," Taehyung whispered. "How long has this been going on for?"

"About... six months now. Hey, at least you were right about us dating." He laughed a little, and Taehyung followed suit.

"I guess I was, huh?" He stared up at Seokjin and smiled. "One day you'll be able to each other. You will. I just know it."

Seokjin smiled back. "Thanks, Taehyung."

Meanwhile you were in a car heading towards the address written on the business card. Like hell they could stop you. (Y/n has no logic, I know)

It had been days, weeks since the audition. You had no idea if you would actually get the part or not, and how Seokjin and Taehyung would react. Judging by how serious they were the last time you asked them, you were sure the result would be nothing short of a homicide.

You were sitting on a chair at the edge of a studio. Seokjin was shooting solo scenes for the drama. They had decided to start shooting the scenes for the drama which didn't include the female lead, which meant they had chosen whoever she was, they were just making things official.

You felt a small pressure on your shoulders and turned around. Seokjin was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, peering down at your face.

"What are you thinking about?" He smiled, adjusting his hands a bit so he didn't touch your skin.

"Nothing," you lied, smiling at him.

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to you. He kept rubbing the back of his neck and picking at his nails.

"You look nervous," you pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm just wondering when Jihye's gonna start filming with me."

Right, he didn't know that there was a chance you could be the main lead. He thought that no matter what Jihye would be filming with him. You didn't want to get his hopes up, so you stayed silent.

That night, after he was finished with the filming, you got a call from Jackson. You two were pretty good friends so you picked up.

"Hellooo?"

"Y/N!! Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Nope, why?"

"One of my friends is throwing a party. Wanna come?"

"Sounds fun. When is it?"

"It starts at 10 and it'll probably end at like... 3am? Yeah it'll be fun"

"...Jackson. Jackson look me straight in the eye and tell me if you think I'd come."

"But I can't see you-"

"I don't care, shhhh. There's gonna be alcohol, right?"

"Yuh"

"I'm not coming"

"But it'll be more fun with youuu. I'll protect you"

"You can't fight shit"

"Then bring someone who can? Please, you never go anywhere... And we haven't seen each other in so long, you can go straight back after we meet"

"...fine"

"THANK YOU"

"Idiot. You're lucky I'm your friend"

"(mwah)"

You ended the call and smiled to yourself. He probably would've called Namjoon and told him about it as well, so he'd be there. But you still weren't too sure about it. You rarely touched alcohol and you weren't too keen on being around drunk people in the middle of the night.

You texted Namjoon just to make sure he was coming.

Joon

Hey, did Jackson tell you about any party going on tonight? :You

Joon: Yeah, he did actually

Cool, I just wanted to make sure someone else was coming :You

Joon: You're going??

Joon: Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't think you were the type of person to drink

I'm not ㅠㅠ :You

Jackson convinced me to come :You

Joon: Ahhh makes sense ㅋㅋ

Sooo see you there? :You

Joon: If it makes you comfortable, sure

Thank you so much!! :You

I'm not really used to partying late :You

Or partying at all... :You

Joon: I'll ask the others if they wanna come too, if it makes you feel better

Thank you ㅠㅠ :You

What did I do to deserve a friend like you :You

Joon: 👌

You turned your phone off and went to your living room. Your members were gathered there.

"Hey, so, who's going to the party tonight?" You asked them.

"I'll come." Bamie raised her hand.

"Me and Keun aswell," Moon said, "We discussed it before."

"Me too!!" Chirped Yen. You shivered looking at her. Yen was a heavy drinker, yet somehow she never got drunk. She terrified you, but then again you had only drank alcohol once in your life.

Night fell, and you all piled into a car. You were probably the most nervous out of everyone here.

Moon drove to the address Jackson had given. When you got there it turned out to be more bigger than you thought.

'Idiot,' you thought. 'If Dispatch knew that all these kpop idols were coming to a party, there would be scandals for days.'

If Dispatch found out, all hell would break loose in the kpop community.

Moon parked the car and you all got out. You were heavily regretting this. You walked forward and were greeted by Jackson immediately.

"Y/N!!" He screamed when he saw you. "I wasn't sure you would actually come."

It wasn't exactly a secret you never went clubbing, partying, drinking, or pretty much anything like that. Pretty much everyone knew.

It wasn't that you weren't fun, you just didn't like doing this kind of stuff. You had fun in your own ways. Just... not like this.

When you walked inside you saw Namjoon standing near the entrance. He waved to you and you waved back.

"You good?" He asked, coming over.

"Yeah, I probably won't stay here long though."

"Seokjin's over there." He pointed.

You looked up at Namjoon with narrowed eyes. He was smirking heavily. "Yeah, Taehyung told us you were dating."

Your members looked at you, smiling devilishly. "Don't." You stopped them before they could say anything. "Where's Taehyung?" You asked Namjoon.

"He's with Jin."

You ran towards him and grabbed Taehyung by the collar from behind.

"How much did you tell them?" You pulled him down to your level. He didn't have to bend that low, considering the fact that you were quite tall.

He smiled mischievously. "All I did was tell them you two were dating."

"And?"

"And nothing! That's it, I swear." He put his hands up in defeat and you let him go. You turned to Seokjin, but neither of you said anything, just simply glared at Taehyung.

"Fine..." he groaned and walked away.

"I didn't think you'd be here." Seokjin put a hand on your shoulder, careful not to touch your skin.

"I wasn't going to, " you admitted. "Can I just stay with you?"

"Sure," he smiled, putting an arm around you and bringing you closer, planting a kiss on top of your head. You blushed. Thank god hair didn't count as skin.

It had been two hours since the party started. In short, everything had gone to hell.

Seokjin had gone for two seconds because he had seen someone he recognized. He was now lost, you were now lost, and everyone's dignity was lost. Including yours.

What could one glass of alcohol do? What could one glass of alcohol possibly do? Surely it wouldn't end disastrously, right? Right? Someone please tell this poor girl she's out of her senses.

You were now drunk and leaning on the wall, ready to bang your head against it. You weren't fully drunk, but you had had enough and you decided you hated it.

You looked around for someone you knew who wasn't drunk. It was just a tangle of people everywhere.

You started walking towards the exit, when you felt someone grab your arm. You panicked and wrenched your hand out of their grip. You hand brushed against their skin, and you immediately felt a horrible stinging where it had touched.

You looked down and realized blood was dripping from a small cut in your hand.

"Shit," whispered the person who had tried to grab you. You looked up to see it was Seokjin. He held your wrist (from the cloth of your clothes) and brought it closer so he could see how much you were hurt.

"It's not too big," he said, "But with the amount of blood you've lost because of me it's a wonder you haven't fainted yet."

You let out a small strained laugh and wiped the blood on your shirt. It wasn't that important anyway.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, but he could tell something was wrong. "Did you drink...?"

"Yeah, and I hated it. God, I wanna go home..."

You looked around at the crowd and winced, putting a hand to your head to stop the headache that was forming. He pulled you away from the crowd into the corner so you two could talk alone.

"This party's gone to hell," he sighed. He looked at you and leaned against the wall.

His eyes darted to your lips and he shook his head vigorously, earning a confused glance from you.

'Not while she's drunk," he thought to himself. 'That's just... and besides, it's not like we can touch,'

He wanted to drive her home but he couldn't because of... reasons.

The truth was, he had also had a few drinks. If he drove there was a chance he would be arrested and I think we all know how badly that would go.

He forced himself to look away from Y/n, but realized she was looking at him too. They locked eyes and he swore her eyes darted towards his lips...

Nopeity-nope-nope-nope-nope-NO-

It was almost as if some magnet was pulling you two together. You drifted towards each other, and finally his lips crashed into yours. He stumbled a little and grabbed your arm for support. You had a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled you closer by the waist, but really his mind was screaming at him to stop.

His skin tingled as you ran a hand down his arm, setting another spark to the already burning fire in his chest. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, it was filled with passion and desire. It contained the result of all the bottled up feelings you two had kept over the past six months. Both of you were stuck to each other like glue, not wanting to pull away.

'You shouldn't be doing this,' he told himself. 'She'll get hurt...'

He had to force himself to pull away, leaving the both of you holding onto each other, gasping for breath.

He shook his head and looked away. "We shouldn't have done that," he whispered, still panting. "We shouldn't have..."

"Seokjin-"

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I should have stopped-"

"SEOKJIN!!" You finally got his attention. You gestured with your head down to your arm.

His hand, which his soulmate mark was on, was gripping your mark on your arm. The had both burst into colors. Seokjin looked down in awe and lifted up his hand to look at it closer.

"But... we tried touching the soulmate marks before..." he whispered. "It didn't work."

You cupped his face with your hand, bringing his face to look at you. He looked confused, how were you touching him? He lightly held your wrist and brought your hand away from his face, staring at it.

You were smiling brightly, understanding what was going on.

There were no cuts appearing on your hand as he touched your skin.

"Wait..." he whispered. "On no. You're kidding me. It's the true love's kiss bullshit isn't it? Oh my god that's like the plot of every fucking disney movie you're kidding me. Please tell me it wasn't the kiss-"

"It was the kiss."

He screamed, making you laugh. "It's kind of romantic if you think about it."

"By the way," you told him. "I... I auditioned for the drama."

He took in a large breath, controlling himself.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "So can we really touch now?"

"I don't know."

You took his hand and lightly intertwined your fingers in his. Your face was immediately lit up with a smile, making Seokjin practically melt. He pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

"I love you." he whispered, bringing his lips right next to your ear. "I love you I love you I love you."

You blushed and let yourself melt into his embrace. "I love you too."

I am so close to deleting this story from existence

If I wanted to be nice to myself I could say I wrote this a while ago and I wasn't very good at writing and plot back then (which would be true) but even then where's the logic??? why did she even fall in love with him I don't knowwww

Say the word and I'll delete this

(My next oneshot will be better I promise) (Not sure how strong that promise is but I promise)

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Seven Seconds in Heaven | Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.

You Are Impossible established relationship au, dad!BTS au | fluff | 0.6k

Jin just wants early morning cuddles with you.

The Astronaut ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"He feels like he’s an Astronaut who discovered a new moon colored in shades of your love, beautiful little stars surrounding it with Saebyeol’s precious little face in every single one. He has no idea how he got so lucky."

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✧Pairings: dad!Kim Seokjin x mom!reader

✧Synopsis: Being new parents is hard, most of the time it’s much harder on the mom than the dad… Kim Seokjin would silently argue that isn’t always the case. Today your baby had her first round of shots, and Jin is a mess after seeing her cry. Dramatic and blubbering, you have to comfort the poor man before he turns into a baby himself.

✧Genre: Romance/Comedy/Fluff

✧Word count: 2k+

✧Warnings: Lots of talk about babies!!! Mother and fatherhood, crying, Jin being dramatic and sappy, no smut so this one is fairly tame! Talks of labor and delivery, immunization/vaccination talk (it isn’t that serious I promise), fluffy fluff fluff, lemme know if I missed anything!

✧Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.

✧A/N: Here is my second request! This was a request for Jin being a dad with major fluff. It is exactly that lol. I hope you guys enjoy this lil Drabble/one shot, poor Jin. By the way…. I fucking miss Jin??? Daddy Jin better get his ass home soon I stg 😭 love you guys!

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“Jin, Jesus, please come out of the damn bathroom.”

You wait with your forehead pressed against the bathroom door, have half a mind to fucking bang your head against it at this point honestly. Because Jin, in Jin fashion, is being so goddamn dramatic.

It hasn’t been long since you’ve both became parents, and although it wasn’t exactly planned, you’re both so fucking happy. Never have been happier.

But with becoming a parent, also comes a lot of mixed emotions. For you, of course your hormones are at an all time high after giving birth, so you’re extra sensitive. The mood swings are volatile; one moment you’re crying because your daughter hiccuped and it was too cute, the next moment you’re on the verge of committing murder because Jin looked at you the wrong way.

But even then, you’re overwhelmed with joy. Sure, the emotions give you whiplash, but it’s worth it.

Jin, however, sometimes you swear he’s more dramatic than you are. Like today, he’s a fucking mess. Today marks two weeks of you giving birth, which means you had to take your daughter, Saebyeol, to get her checkup… which also means she had to get some of her immunization shots.

Jin did not handle this well at all.

Of course the baby cried, every baby does, even adults do when getting shots; who likes getting poked with a sharp needle? But you were easily able to calm her down after the shots were done by feeding her and holding her.

It’s now been three hours since the appointment, and Jin is still in the fucking bathroom, crying like a little baby himself.

You swear that he has become more sensitive than you most days. The moment Saebyeol cries, so does Jin. If she seems upset, so is Jin. If she’s hungry, Jin is on your ass saying ‘feed my baby, you’re starving her!’

It can be sooo fucking irritating… but also, it’s the cutest fucking thing, especially since Jin is usually so calm and collected in situations like these; he’s always been the level headed one.

Your entire pregnancy, he was the level headed one. When you were worried about something being wrong with the baby, or you started nesting and fretting over every little thing around your home, Jin was there to reassure you and calm your worries. Even during delivery, he was there to soothe you; you have no idea how the man managed to stay completely calm when you sounded as if you were actually dying before getting the epidural; but he did. And he was calm the entire time…

Until he saw Saebyeol.

The moment Jin laid his eyes on her, it’s like that calm demeanor never even existed. He was a fucking mess. He started bawling his eyes out, repeating over and over again, ‘Oh my god, my baby, my star, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,‘

After that, it didn’t stop. Two weeks later and he’s still as sensitive and protective as ever. He’s so in tuned with both you and Saebyeol’s moods and emotions, it’s as if he takes them on himself. Whatever you’re both feeling, he feels too, but ten times the amount.

More so Saebyeol’s than yours.

Which is why he is having a fit in the bathroom right now. Of course he was a wreck at the appointment, the man looked as if he wanted to punch the nurse in the face. And yes, he cried, immediately snatched Saebyeol up after the shots which caused you to have to pry her out of his arms so you could feed her. ‘But they hurt my poor baby! It’s so cruel, she’s in pain…’

God, so dramatic. But oh so sweet.

On the ride home he was crying on and off. Has been even since you both got home and Saebyeol went down for a nap. You couldn’t quite understand why, and he was being so stubborn about it. Kept saying it’s stupid and he doesn’t want to talk about it.

It is kind of stupid… but also, seeing Jin cry is almost as bad as seeing Saebyeol cry, because Jin doesn’t cry often at all. It’s heartbreaking to see this calm man breakdown over something so small.

“Jin, please, you’re starting to worry me. Can you tell me why you’re so torn up at least? Just come out of the bathroom, I’m gonna go insane…”

You try to coax him out. He did end up calming down after you both got home, but it didn’t last long because he walked in to check on Saebyeol after she fell asleep (he has a habit of compulsively checking on her, has woken her up more than once at this point doing it.) and he broke down again. But this time, the tears didn’t stop, and he ended up locking himself in the damn bathroom like a child.

What really happened, was he saw the little bandaid on Saebyeol’s arm and he lost it again. He remembered the little pout she made before she started wailing from the prick of the needle, and then he remembered the wailing, and then the sniffling, and ugh he couldn’t take it.

So yes, he is indeed in the bathroom crying. Because how dare they hurt his precious little girl? It was necessary, of course, but still, how dare they? The only reason he’s in the bathroom is because even he knows damn well how dramatic he’s being. Jin has always been a bit dramatic, it’s just part of who he is, but this time he can’t help it. And he doesn’t want to bug you with his blubbering, he knows you’re going through enough postpartum as it is, he doesn’t want to add to your stress.

But his poor baby, his poor little star got pricked with a mean needle, and he just can’t get her sad little face out of his head.

“Just give me a minute, I need to cry.”

You groan, because he’s said this four times now. You get it, he needs to cry, everyone does sometimes. Being a new parent is hard and it’s normal to be sensitive and a bit over worried about your baby. But can’t he at least explain?

“Ok, but what exactly are you crying about? She’s fine now, sound asleep as if it didn’t even happen…”

You try once more to coax him out as you speak through the door. He knows you’re right, she’s fine now, but can’t a man cry over his little girl getting hurt?

“She looked so sad… I could die, I swear, I don’t ever wanna see her cry like that again.”

You want to snort at this, because you know damn well Saebyeol will cry much worse than she did today at some point. As babies grow into toddlers, it’s inevitable that they get hurt sometimes. You can’t even imagine how he’s gonna react when she has her first fall or first knee scrape.

“Jin, baby, she’s a baby too… she’s gonna cry. She’s gonna get hurt. And she’s also gonna be ok.”

“I am not a baby. I am a father who is in distress about his baby being hurt!”

Dramatic mother fucker… literally.

“Ok, ok, I know, I know. Just come out of the bathroom, let me love on you and make you feel better.”

He sniffles at this, is starting to feel his tears dry up as he swipes at his eyes. He feels selfish for his reaction, and also a little childish at how he’s locked himself in the bathroom. But god, he’s just worried. Worried about Saebyeol, worried about you too. He doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care about your feelings, he knows you’re going through it far worse than him.

But he could use a hug.

So reluctantly, he gets off of the toilet seat, pads over to the bathroom mirror above the sink and tries to readjust his pitiful tear stained expression, and then opens the bathroom door.

Seeing you just makes him start to cry again.

You immediately get on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his shoulders, put your fingers in his hair, and bring him in for a close embrace. “Oh baby, such a mess…” you coo at him.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and sniffles again so pitifully, taking in your comforting scent. He’s starting to think that somehow your pregnancy hormones have worn off on him, because now he isn’t crying because of Saebyeol, but because of you and how fucking pretty motherhood looks on you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me…”

You kiss the top of his head and tsk at him, “Don’t apologize, you’re just a dramatic baby is all. S’fine. Just hate seeing you cry.”

He grunts into the crook of your neck, “I am NOT. I’m just a father. A father with a precious baby and beautiful wife. Can’t handle it. Don’t know what I did to deserve you two…”

Your heart both warms and breaks at the same time, because Jin deserves everything. Seriously, he has been so good to you, has given you everything you could ever wish for in life and in a relationship. He works hard for you, for Saebyeol, and for himself too. He deserves all the good things, and you wished he wasn’t so humble about it.

He doesn’t agree. Jin has always been an incredibly cocky man, loves himself so much. Has always loved himself more than anyone else… until you came along and stole his heart. He lived selfishly before you, served himself and was proud of his accomplishments. But as time went on, he learned to live selflessly, and everything he did was for you.

He never imagined he could love anything more than you, but then you got pregnant, and you had his child. He is so full of love that he can’t handle it sometimes. He feels like he’s an Astronaut who discovered a new moon colored in shades of your love, beautiful little stars surrounded it with Saebyeol’s precious little face in every single one; its why he wanted to name her Saebyeol. He has no idea how he got so lucky.

“You deserve it more than anyone Jin. So stop crying. Me and Saebyeol are happy and healthy, you should be too.”

“I am— that’s the issue, I am so happy and I have no idea how to handle it. Makes me a goddamn mess.”

You pull back a bit, flat on your feet again as you bring your hands to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face. Smile at him sweetly. God, you got lucky with him too.

“That’s ok. But maybe don’t cry over every little thing, yeah? You’re stressing me out.”

You’re only joking, of course. You’re thankful he cries, even if it breaks your heart; it shows he’s comfortable with his emotions. You just wanna make him laugh a bit, scold him playfully.

He huffs at you and pulls away, flicks his hair even as he sniffles, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least I didn’t cry when they forgot the ranch at McDonalds.”

You feign offense, pinch his arm as you huff at him, “Hey! I was pregnant and needed that ranch!”

You both start giggling at each other, which doesn’t last long because Jin’s crying seems to have woken up Saebyeol, judging by the little noises you hear coming from her nursery.

Thank fucking god she isn’t crying.

He gives you a sheepish look, “Oops.”

He isn’t sorry though, not really. He’ll never admit it, but sometimes he will consider waking Saebyeol up on purpose just so he can see her pretty little smile… but he never does, knows his precious little star needs her sleep, and his beautiful moon needs a damn break.

Doesn’t stop him from getting giddy when she finally does wake up, though.

You both walk into Saebyeol’s nursery, and there she is, cooing at nothing while she sucks on her fingers.

“Ugh! She’s starving, do you ever feed her?!”

He immediately rushes over to her as if the kid hasn’t ever been fed properly. Sometimes you wanna smack him, because you feed her literally so many times a day. There’s no way the little thing is actually staving.

But again, he’s dramatic. One of the things you’ve learned to just deal with, especially when it comes to his star.

You roll your eyes as you watch him pick her up and coddle her. But your eyes warm quickly when you see the adoration in his eyes as he holds her. He really does love her so much, loves you too, you’re both his entire universe.

She lets out the tiniest giggle at his pouty face, a smile following as she reaches up to touch his cheek curiously.

“She’s so pretty. Just like me.”

Yeah, ok, you roll your eyes again. Because of course Jin would say some shit like that while looking so serious about it.

“Yah, what about me?” You pout at him as you cross your arms, lean over a bit to look at Saebyeol as he holds her.

He waves his free hand at you, “Yeah, sure, you’re pretty.”

You’d definitely smack him on the head if he wasn’t holding Saebyeol right now.

But of course he’s kidding. He thinks next to Saebyeol, you’re the prettiest girl in the world. Could stare at you for hours, wishes he could imprint your face on his brain so everything looks like you.

He smirks at you, bumps his shoulder into yours, “Seriously babe, you’re pretty. Prettiest ever. But I guess that’s expected, I’m world-wide handsome, you know? Of course I’d have the prettiest wife and daughter.”

You cackle at this, because it is so sweet, but such a Jin thing to say. Of course he’d make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world, while also reminding you he is the prettiest man in the world.

Your cackle doesn’t last long though, because Saebyeol starts whining. She’s hungry, not starving like Jin swears she is, but she is hungry.

“Oh, poor baby, such a hungry baby, daddy will feed you, don’t you worry… won’t let mommy starve you.”

You glare at him as you walk away to prepare the bottle for Saebyeol, mutter a few unsavory words under your breathe.

Time to feed the baby before the other baby has another fit.

REUNION SEX

SUMMARY: Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jin x wife reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

SMUT WARNINGS: Titty sucking over clothes, oral (m,f), fingering, riding, emotional sex at the end lmao, reader is called names( jagi, slut, whore), cum eating.

A/n: yeas, I'm back Hehe lol I hope you like this one I'll get better next time but I hope you like this.

It's been two days since Seokjin has been discharged from his military service, Minjun your son hasn't been happier when he finally knew his dad wouldn't go back, your husband used to come back in between for a couple of days and leave again.

Minjun was about six months old when Jin knew he had to leave and he was not happy to leave his son, you and the army but soon accepting he went ahead and served the country perfectly, occasionally posting on Instagram and Weverse and telling army's he's doing great and is eager to come back and perform.

It's almost 11 pm when Minjun gets ready for his bedtime after playing with his dad for a long time. Jin being the best dad and husband takes over the night duties and puts his son to sleep so till then you could get all ready for bed as well.

About your sex life it's been a while since you've been intimate with him so it is dry and now seeing him all bulked up has your hormones raging up, his shoulders are now lean not that they were in perfect shape but it's just something is stirring up in your mind, his abs are more Prominent and can be even seen over his shirt if he straightened up.

You have nasty thoughts about your husband in the shower while Seokjin also gets ready for bed, a white shirt with grey sweatpants hangs low on his slim waist and when you come out you gasp a bit to see him look this hot.

You both soon get on the bed cuddling each other while you lay your head on his hard chest and your legs all over him, you ignore the feeling of his length on your inner thighs and hum on the things he's saying, his long fingers are tangled on your hair, and he fiddles with them, and you sigh at this feeling.

"Jagi...?" Your husband calls you out of your thoughts and you look out for him and smile and ask him what's wrong "Are you sleepy? should I stop talking?" Seokjin hesitates, thinking he is keeping you up and he knows you are tired from all day keeping up with Minjun taking care of him and also looking after him.

"No Jin don't worry it's all right it's just something going in my head for a while, but it's nothing I know you must be tired we can sleep," you tell him in a low voice and motioning to detach from him, but you get pulled back and now he hovers above you and gasp.

"Tell me baby, what's wrong?" Jin said now completely serious, and you sighed and looked everywhere but him, his arms had now trapped you and you raised your hands and held onto his biceps and rose a bit so could kiss his plum lips and once again you fell for this man all over again.

"Nothing Jin, it's just I miss you, I miss sex, but I don't want to pressure you into it I know you are still tired from the service and all the events you can rest" you tell him and caress his bicep with your thumb and feel him.

"Jagi you could've just told me about it, you know it right I would never turn you down, I'm sorry I haven't been giving you time love, but this pussy for sure misses me, right baby? Jin teases and you nod while giving him a big smile at his teasing.

Jin slowly bends down so he can kiss your lips and you make space for him in between your legs and his now hard length is pressed against your core. The kisses shared are passionate between you and him and you bite out a moan when you feel his hands sneaking up to your clothed breast.

Your nipples harden when Seokjin's fingers circle them and you twitch in his arms because of sensitivity, the short satin gown does a poor job of hiding the print of your nipples and Seokjin bends down just so he comes face to face and licks and sucks you over the fabric, the print is more visible as it is now wet.

"Seokjin please, need more" You gasp at his teasing while he chuckles and stops his antics and is now welcomed by the red lace underwear you decided to wear just in case something would happen, and you didn't want him to be greeted by the normal ones and mentally smile about it.

Your husband smiles at the sight of his favourite red panties coming into his vision and wasting no time he pushes them to the side and rubs the ball of your clit "Try to stay calm y/n I know it's been a while" he says observing your sensitivity and timidness when you try to close your legs.

Nodding at him he gets right back to your pussy occasionally spitting, licking, sucking and slurping your juices and you try your best to stay calm and not make much Noice but you end up failing miserably when his long slender finger enters you "Such a tight fit Jagi, I don't think you can take my dick....already stressing over my finger" just like that his teasing never stops which throws you over the edge and you come silently.

"Such a slut Jagi" he tsks and removes his fingers from your heat and sucks them and hums "So sweet" You stay there breathless for a second until he undresses, and you remove your gown and panties, your eyes bore down at his luscious red tip oozing out some precum and you swear you feel your mouth water.

So, you take matters into your own hands, just when Jin hovers above you, holding on to his bicep you shift him so now you are the one above him and Jin chuckles and gets ready for what is coming for him.

Kissing his lips you go down his neck and paint a few purple hues and your fingers tease his length which is now in between you and your husband, he tries to refrain from moaning and only settles with hums, Seokjin guides you where he needs you the most, yes, his beautiful girthy, thick length and veins prominent and those plum balls, there's a patch of hair at the base but you don't mind and think it makes him 10x hotter than he already is.

You start off by laying kittenish kisses and licks on his length and then going to suck his tip, you hum when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, and you make a mess by spitting on him again, your husband grabs on your hair and tries to signal you that he needs more and wanted to hear you gag around it.

"The best baby, yeah just like that," Seokjin says as his hands now fall on the bed, and you continue to gag over him "So big baby, can feel it in my throat," you tell him to boast his ego feeling few tears falling from your eyes and Seokjin moans at the compliment.

"Yeah, baby just like that Jagi.... right there, I'm going to cum" your husband groans feeling his orgasm hit and then that's when you decide to be cruel and get your mouth off him, "Jagi I'm not even kidding I was so fucking close," Jin says disappointed and you hover over him and sit on his abs and bring your finger on his lips "Be quiet baby, let me do it my way tonight yeah?" you tell him in most sluty way.

Smirking he only nods and lets you do whatever you want, and you rise up just a bit so now that his tip kisses your hole and you gasp and try to take him fully, once you adjust you shriek out because of the stretch and Seokjin groans at the tightness it feels like his dick has been suffocated and you slowly start to bounce, your own hands coming up to play with your tits while his hands come up on your waist and you scream out real loud because of his tip hitting your sweet spot "Yeah baby faster" Jin gasps feeling himself come closer to his release.

"Argh fuck baby right there feels so good, dick so good" You talk to him and chase your high that's when Seokjin pulls you down to his chiselled chest and guides your hips, you feel your eyes water at his move and your right hands comes up to his face to grab and you silently say you miss him and missed this feeling, and your tears finally run down your cheek and you both come at the same time, his cum painting your walls.

"Y/n? Baby, are you okay? I missed you too Jagi like a lot" Jin says his hands now caressing your back "Yeah just missed you a lot and now that you are here it feels so much better" you tell him, and he smiles like a fool and kisses your forehead, after spending a while with his length still inside, you sigh and feel good until it was time for you to get up and clean as you both are sticky from the sex and you both need a bath.

While Seokjin gets up first to prepare a bath for both of you, feeling the cum drip from your pussy, with a wild move you try to collect and suck it off your fingers and give him a wink while you are at it, and he smirks collectively and tsks "so messy baby" and giving him an offended look you tell him it is better than staining the bedsheets.

"Sure, Jagi make excuses, such a whore for it"......

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