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Tonight | KSJ | Masterlist
Header by: @liveyun
Thank you oldie, you made this possible :)
Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader
Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)
Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:))
Total WC: (to be written after series)
Taglist: @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @m00njinnie @svnbangtansworld @canarystwin @thelilbutifulthings (open)
Teaser 1
Teaser 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
.....
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Tonight | KSJ | Teaser
She must have a good trainer for such a technique.
The announcer raised the flags and the ferocious battle began and all he could see was your small form, efficiently dodging as many hits as came your way.
Foul.
You took a harsh blow that you took your head.
Foul.
Yes, a foul. But this was an illegal ring. The bidders and trainers here are for money, not sport.
Foul.
Raising the number lot, he shouted over the winning cheers of the ones who had won the bet and the loud, angry bellows of the ones who lost.
Foul. Foul. Foul.
Yes, a foul. But he can't do anything about it than -
“$700 Million Won!”
“$1 Million Won!”
“$1.45 Million Won!”
The arena fell into a pregnant silence. Seokjin looked over. Why would he bother to bid?
“All right, $1.45 Million Won to Mr Kang Song-Cho. Going once, going twice -”
“$1.57 Million Won.” Seokjin raised the bid, looking behind him.
When they were out of here, he was going to kill him.
Tonight | KSJ | Teaser 2
“Mr Park, you had a hybrid?”
His eyes turned downcast. “Yes, once. But he passed away four years ago in an accident.”
You tilted your head. “May I ask what happened?”
He looked up at you with a sad smile. “Wrong time, wrong place.”
You swiped two fingers over the frame. It may have been a long time since you saw him but his face and those eyes - you will never forget.
Is this how it feels like to have a broken heart?
Does it hurt so bad you feel as if your whole body was aching?
Looking around the room, you found pictures of Mr Park. Name tags, badges, medals. But they were all given to Kim Seokjin.
“Hyung, they weren’t lying when they said that they knew who we are.”
The recordings fell out of the box as you ploughed through them.
“Stop it. Jimin was my everything.”
Gone. The only person who you could count as family, is gone.
Tonight | KSJ | Masterlist
Header by: @liveyun
Thank you oldie, you made this possible :)
Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader
Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)
Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:))
Total WC: (to be written after series)
Taglist: @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @m00njinnie @svnbangtansworld (open)
Teaser 1
Teaser 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
....
🥊
Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 4
Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader
Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)
Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications
WC: 3.2K
As the both of you sat in the car with Seokjin in the driver’s seat this time, you couldn’t help but swoon over the taste of the pancakes this morning. They were sweet - unlike anything you had - soft like clouds, and oh-so-flavourful. They weren’t too strong for your stomach to digest and the fruits gave the pancakes a good balance. You were enjoying the feeling of the whipping cream and syrup too much at the table.
Oh, but you couldn’t help yourself! You’ve never had anything like it!
You sunk further down into the seat, melting like whipping cream at room temperature. You heard a soft chuckle coming from your right and your eyes followed through, finding Mr. Park’s chocolate brown eyes staring back at you. They didn’t look sharp and malicious like the ones in the ring, nor did they look vicious and calculating like all your previous owners who had sold you off when your services were no longer needed.
Mr. Park’s eyes looked… Soft. Careful.
His actions were not like others you have encountered either. Usually, you were given tasks to complete immediately. No time for resting, no time for accommodating. The only good part is the first few months of silence. You are not usually beaten or used during that time. However, Mr. Park never asked anything from you. He fed you, bathed you, gave you a place to stay - and yet, he asked for nothing in return. You didn’t know to feel afraid or at ease. You’ve never had such an owner and you wanted to understand him better. To open up to him.
But it was difficult.
You still hadn’t recovered and you were not comfortable putting yourself in situations that made you feel like bolting to your room the next minute. Ever since learning of Mr. Park’s soft spot for his calico cat hybrid, you had wanted to know more about him.
Only to find hints that it isn’t our silent best friend.
Yes. Only for that reason. Only so.
Maybe if you said it many times enough, you would convince yourself so.
You saw the opening of the gantry gates and perked up from your seat. You’ve never been into a mall and today, Mr. Park has brought you to pick out your own collar and leash. You had decided to trust him - albeit too easily if one says so. But yet again, you’ve never picked out your own collar. You’ve always worn those heavy, metal collars - in place to ensure obedience during training and fighting. You’ve always been yanked and pushed, causing your neck to be constantly red.
The moment you felt the car park, you unlocked your seat belt that Mr Park insisted you put on and jumped out of the car. You heard Mr. Park chuckle from inside the car as you looked around. You were underground, in the car park. Staring at all the cars in the area, a sleek-looking, holographic car caught your attention. It was a shiny surface and every time you moved, the sheet shone a different colour.
You were completely mesmerised.
But you were broken apart from your boggling when you heard Mr. Park call out to you. Hastily walking over to where he stood, you grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat and walked beside him. Taking the elevator into the mall was a whole new experience. There were so many strong scents - some natural, some artificial, and some with a heavy heap of perfume. Your nose crinkled as you fought off the urge to sneeze at the sudden bombarding of smell.
Your twitching must have alerted Mr. Park as he took out the cat stuffy and held it in front of you. Your eyes widened. Is it truly all right to bring… toys out? You carefully took the stuffed animal from Mr. Park’s hold, watching its movements and reactions.
But nothing.
It was almost as if he knew that this would happen and brought it along. It looked so natural to him that you couldn’t help but tuck your head down in embarrassment. You could’ve controlled yourself better. You knew you could.
As the elevating dinged at the seventh floor, Mr. Park led you out. With one hand holding the edge of his sleeve and the other holding the stuffy at your nose, the both of you walked into a shop called ‘All For Hybirds’.
The entrance was huge.
Walking in, your senses were immediately overloaded. There was so much to look at you didn’t know where to start, there were so many people that all the scents just… merged together, and there was so much noise. Everybody was talking, everybody was doing something. You stood there in fright. You didn’t know what to do.
Should you fight? Should you run? Or should you just… collapse?
You felt like collapsing. You felt lightheaded.
You tried to stay calm. You tried to find Mr. Park. But all the lights seemed to have tripled in brightness and all the chattering seemed like the booming base of a concert. They sounded like the screams of bidding after every fight.
Suddenly, you felt a body collide with yours and in your already frazzled state, you couldn’t catch your bearings fast enough and fell to the floor. Looking up, you saw somebody trying to talk to you. You see his mouth moving, his eyes growing frantic, but you can’t hear anything. You crawled away from the unknown male and started to look for the cat. You wanted the stuffy back. But the tiles on the floor were black and with your blurrying vision, you gradually found it more and more difficult to find your stuffy.
A sudden shriek made you wince, ears already sensitive. You were overloaded and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Just as you were about to break down, a pair of large arms grabbed you. You tried to wiggle out of its hold. You didn’t want anybody touching you but your owner.
Where was your owner?
Where’s Mr. Park?
He left you, silly girl.
No, no. He wouldn’t.
Yes, now just -
“-my voice.” You felt a large palm caressing your hair, unbraiding the braid. “Listen to my voice. Y/N, copy my breathing.”
You tried to get air in your lungs but coughed out instead. It was hard.
You whined.
“Try, try. Y/N, try.” Suddenly, you were wrapped in a warm blanket with Jimin’s scent enveloping you. “Copy my breathing.”
Mr. Park.
You tried. Failed. Tried. Failed. Tried again.
Slowly, you regained enough consciousness and clarity to realise that you had caused a very big scene. Everybody was staring at you. Feeling embarrassed by the weight of their stares, you softly mumbled out a sorry and hid in Mr. Park’s shoulder. His broad form proved useful in situations like this. As Mr Park carried you into a room within the shop, you realised that between the both of you was your stuffy and you snuggled into it.
The both of you spent a while in the room - in silence. Mr. Park was re-braiding your hair while you played with the cat stuffy. When Mr. Park was done, you turned around, apology on your lips when Mr. Park said, “I’m sorry.”
You were shocked.
Sorry?
Why was he sorry?
You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry.”
Mr. Park looked at you. “No, Y/N, don’t apologise. You were not in the wrong. I should have taken better care of you.”
Mr Park ran his hands through his hair, mussing them up.
“But I -”
Mr. Park suddenly lunged forward and pulled you to his body. “Please, please.” You didn’t know what he was asking for and therefore didn’t know what to do in this situation. “Please, Y/N, talk to me.”
Talk?
“Erm… What’s for dinner?”
A laugh bubbled out of his throat. “Not exactly what I meant but feel free to decide that for us while you’re at it. I’m not picky.”
Your cheeks burned a shade of deep red.
Mr. Park pulled back and held you by your shoulders. “Next time, when it gets too much, tell me. Talk to me. Tell me what you like, what you dislike, what you hate and love. Tell me what you would like to do in the future, tell me your worries and your fears. That’s what companionship is.” He sucked in a deep breath, stuttering. “I understand that it is difficult for you due to your past but I hope that one day, we can become close and you don’t have to bear so many things on your shoulders anymore. That you can share that with me. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine. So, next time, tell me. Talk to me, alright?”
You nodded.
You understood what he was asking of you but you weren’t sure if you could provide him with that sense of confidentiality just yet. And you hoped that he would understand that you needed time. You hesitantly scooted closer to Mr. Park, arms going around his waist as you relished in the physical contact. Instead of pushing you away, Mr Park held you tighter, gently caressing your back. The both of you stayed in that position until you gained enough strength to stand.
Holding hands, the both of you left the quiet room. Once again, you were placed in the midst of noise. But this time, the gentle strokes on the back of your hand kept you grounded as you held the stuffy by its paw and let Mr Park guide you through. The both of you reached the collar section and immediately a lilac shade caught your attention. Your hands gravitated towards the collar and oh - it was the softest material that you have felt.
“Do you like that one?” Mr Park’s voice brought you out of your headspace as you quickly retracted your hand.
“Yes.” You responded meekly. Watching Mr. Park, he fumbled around with the collar you picked, brows furrowing.
“The material is kinda rough, would you like something else?”
But you liked the shade…
“Erm… Is - Is there one in the same… Colour?”
“Sure, we can ask!”
Sometimes you feel that Mr. Park is too chirpy.
Heading over to the counter that states ‘Customise collars here!’, Mr. Park asked for the lilac shade in different materials. The salesperson opened up a few different books on collars, tags, materials, shapes, and more. Mr. Park called you over and asked, “Which one do you prefer?”
You touched and observed the collars, picking the nylon material and a simple circle tag. Mr. Park was quick to provide the salesperson with all the information needed for engraving as well as a leather leash of the same colour. “We come back from collection in thirty minutes?” The salesperson nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
With the waiting time, Mr. Park pulled you aside and asked, “Would you like any toys? We can shop here for the time being and then go buy others late.”
You nodded.
The both of you made your way to the soaps section where you chose your preferred scent and Mr Park chose the brand that was less sensitive. Then, you picked out a few different beddings while Mr. Park picked out a few more stuffed animals. One was a white lamb with a scented patch, another was a keychain cat that also came with a scented patch, and the last was a bear which was well… just cause he thought it was cute. After collecting the collar and helping you wear it, ensuring that it was just the right fit, Mr Park clipped on the leash.
Seokjin led the both of you to the cashier and you were essentially hiding behind him the whole time. He knew you needed time and didn’t push you to communicate. As the both of you left the store, you instantly relaxed. Seokjin had decided that it would do you well if you picked out your own clothes so that you would be comfortable in what you wear. Bringing to the clothing store, you immediately picked out clothes you liked. You were beaming as you tried on each set for him to see and he was overjoyed to see you finally enjoying yourself. You deserved a treat and he knew just what you would like.
But it was safe to say that Seokjin found out about your style that day. The pants were what you preferred. Which, of course, he would never judge. But he wondered why you wouldn’t try on the dresses you look longingly at. As you changed back into your clothes, Seokjin walked over to a few dresses that he saw interested you. Picking out two, he placed them in the basket just as you popped out of the fitting room. Happily hopping over to him, you placed the clothes in the basket and the both of you headed over to the cashier.
Seeing you beaming with joy, Seokjin couldn’t help but melt. You just looked absolutely adorable.
He wished you would smile more like this.
Uncontained joy.
“Mr. Park, Mr. Park!” You called him over. He frowned. Real names would sound nicer on her lips. “Cakes! And ice creams!”
Hah. Exactly.
He knew it. Nobody could beat sweets.
“Want some?”
You nodded your head quickly.
Seokjin laughed. “Alright, let’s head in.”
You bounded into the restaurant only to be stopped by a waitress. You flinched back, soft body colliding with his.
“No hybrids.” The waitress’ monotone voice cut him out of his daze.
“Oh…” He saw your ears turn down, flattening against your head. “Could we just pay for a takeaway then?” Seokjin was proud of you. God, he sounded whipped. Maybe he was. Who cares?
You stood up for yourself and he couldn’t be happier.
“No. Hybrids are out-of-bounds.”
“But I’m not entering, I just -”
“Get out, mutt.” Another waiter pushed you. “Just leave.”
Seokjin took all his self-control to not scream at the waitresses, hand grabbing yours and gently tugging you out of the restaurant. He could see your eyes slowly fill with tears and he pulled you to a stop, turning you to him and wiping them away.
“Ice cream…” You sniffled.
“I know… I know…” Is this a side effect of the hormone regulation injection? Why does this feel like an equivalent to a female’s PSM symptoms? “I got another shop that I used to bring Jimin to. Shall we go there?”
“There’s ice cream too?” Your eyes looked so hopeful and for once, Seokjin was glad he didn’t come bearing bad news.
“Many, many flavours.”
Seokjin led you down a few levels and bought you a double scoop of ice cream in a cone. You were happily eating your ice cream away as he shopped for groceries. And as much as he didn’t like the idea of leading a very capable being around on a leash, he was kind of glad that he had one now. You were completely engrossed in your ice cream and there were so many times that he had to ensure you don’t bang into trollies. With the leash attached to the handle of his trolley, at least Seokjin doesn’t have to fear you going too far.
When you finished your deal of treats for the day, you headed back to his side, sticking to him while asking for more tissue. Digging into the carry-on he placed inside the trolley, Seokjin took out a packet and gave you a piece. Shopping for groceries is quick when one knows what they want.
During the ride home, Seokjin could see that you were exhausted. The sugar high had left you, leaving you sleepy. So Seokjin prepared you a bath as he cooked dinner. You were a fairly silent hybrid, Seokjin found out. You didn’t like making much noise - you didn’t like loud noises in the first place. But once twenty minutes passed and Seokjin didn’t hear anything from your room, he started to get worried. Leaving the soup simmering on the lowest setting of the stove, he walked up the stairs and called out.
No response.
He knocked on your door. Also no response.
By now, Seokjin was contemplating whether or not to call Taehyung. Maybe just in case something actually happened. Should he? Or should he just go in and check first?
But what if you didn’t know he was outside? What if you were naked? What if -
A loud thud and groan caused all questions to fly out of his brain as he barged into the room and harshly knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” The only answer was a moan of pain.
Biting the lead, Seokjin opened the door and found you curled up over the rim of the bathtub, clutching your head. Freaking out, he immediately pulled out his phone to dial Taehyung. As his cell rang, your whine cut his attention off from the phone.
Seokjin shot over to you, cradling your head. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay? What happened?”
You wouldn’t say much. You just bunched your brows and pinched your lips, groaning in pain.
“Hyung? I hope you’re not calling me to ask about sex positions or something.”
“Taehyung-ah, what do I do?”
“Huh? Hyung, what’s the context?”
“Y/N? Y/n,” Soekjin tried grasping your attention. “Can you tell TaeTae what’s wrong?”
“Hurts.”
“Okay, what hurts?” Taehyung asked.
“Hurts.”
“Hyung, what’s the situation?”
“Erm… Y/N is holding her head. Okay, okay. I was cooking dinner then she was too silent in the bathroom so I was getting worried and came checking on her when I heard a loud thud. And then I barged in and found her like this.”
“Like what?”
“Holding her head, leaning over the edge of the bathtub. I tried to ask her questions but all she’ll do is whine or groan. Not a very clear answer.”
The line was silent for a while.
“Is her heat coming?”
“Well, she got a hormone regulation shot yesterday - wait, how do you know?”
“Hyung,” Taehyung chided. “Nothing stays quiet in the group. You know that. Hobi Hyung came and said the little hamster was adorable.”
“Okay, well - yes, that makes sense. But - what do I do?” Seokjin was getting anxious. You wouldn’t stop whining.
“Yo, hyung.”
Seokjin’s head shot up, not expecting Taehyung to solidify right in front of him.
“I was on the way.” Taehyung stepped in between. “May I?”
Seokjin moved, making space for Taehyung to observe you. Gently touching your head and neck, he observed your pinched brows and soft emissions of whines.
“Hmm…” Taehyung hummed. “Nothing much. She probably hit her head. No concussion, just a few days of bruising. Ice it.”
Your groan caught Seokjin’s attention as Taehyung pressed against the particularly swollen bump. “Hurts…”
“Would you tell me what happened?” Seokjin coaxed.
“Fell asleep, slid down.”
“Yep… nothing much. Just be more careful next time yeah, little hamster?”
You whined.
Hurts indeed.
Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 6
Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader
Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)
Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, basically a kind-of-fluff chapter
WC: 2959, ≈2.9K
Seokjin woke up to tickles under his chin and neck. Mumbling, he turned away and settled back into the comfiness of the bed. Just as he almost fell back asleep, a familiar alarm rang out at the bedside table. Groaning, Seokjin wildly flung his hands to the table, trying to find his phone.
He blindly turned off the alarm and he flipped over onto his stomach, trying to fall back asleep. Until he heard a squeak and small movements climbing up onto his back. As he shifted around in bed, the small claws dug into his flesh for dear life and Seokjin shot up from the sudden pain. The movement flung you onto the bed, hurrying to scurry under the blankets. Rubbing his side and yawning, Seokjin easily lifted the quilt and scooped you into his palm.
“Morning, Ham.”
You squeaked at a fast pace as Seokjin looked down with his wild bed hair to stroke your back. Your furious sounds turned to light chitters. Bringing you to the washroom, he placed you on a towel. You went round and round before settling down on it. As Seokjin prepares the bathtub, he is aware of you watching him through sleepy eyes. You yawned and shifted, nearly falling onto the floor. You managed to catch yourself in time and blushed when you realised your nudity in front of him.
“Hey now… Where’s the Y/N that was so brave the past few days?”
You blushed. “Gone.”
Seokjin laughed again. “Gone? You sure?”
Seokjin dipped his hands down the curves of your waist, caressing your sides just as you pistoned off to the sides.
“Ticklish!” You laughed.
At that moment, all Seokjin could do was let that fond smile lift the corners of his lips. He knew he had to tell you sometime soon but he was afraid that you would rather run back to the ring than stay with him for the information he kept from you. He wanted to eliminate the chances of that. He would say that his excuse was to allow you to have a peace of mind.
How selfish could one be?
“Come on, let’s wash up before the day starts.” Leading you to the warm water he had prepared with a few drops of essential oils to calm you.
You knew that happiness doesn’t last long. You know that the possibility of hurt is high when one gives them their heart. But Mr Park hasn’t given you anything to be afraid of.
Yet you knew that he had all the power in the world to throw you aside the moment you become insufficient for him. Curling deeper into yourself, you sighed as Mr Park washed your hair, careful to not get the shampoo into your hybrid ears.
“What’s wrong? I can feel you distancing yourself.”
You didn’t want to tell him. He would definitely kick you out from being so selfish, being so guardless. You were brought out of your thoughts when he splashed water on your back, causing you to shift from the tickling feel.
Easily lifting you up from the bathtub, he dried you up and walked you to the wardrobe. “Choose what you wanna wear then come downstairs, darling.” He kissed the top of your head.
Entering the kitchen, Seokjin started the rice cooker and brought out the ingredients. Cabbages, mushrooms, minced meat, pepper. Over the past few weeks, Seokjin had learned that you preferred the yellow peppers as they are considerably sweeter compared to the red and green ones. Putting light soy sauce, grinded black pepper, sesame oil, and cooking wine, Seokjin set the meat aside to marinate. Taking out the stems from the mushrooms, he carefully washed and sliced them. The cabbages were next. Peeling each layer off, Seokjin placed them on top of each other before finely chopping them. After taking out the stem and seeds of the pepper and washing it, he stuffed the pepper with the marinated meat.
Placing it in the pot to steam, he got started on frying the cabbages and mushrooms. Pouring some oil into the pan, he added the mushroom and a bit of water to ensure they don't burn. When they were half cooked, he added the cabbages and covered them with the pan lid. The rice cooker beeped just in time and Seokjin prepared the lunch boxes.
“Ugh- Even the rice cooker bullies me!”
Filling the lunch boxes with rice, sesame and seaweed seasoning is poured on top of it and thoroughly mixed. The cabbage and mushrooms were done by then so Seokjin placed them in another compartment of the lunchbox. Cutting the stuffed pepper in half, he manages to fit them into the lunch box.
Carefully packing the lunchboxes up, Seokjin started cleaning the used dishes and kitchen. You had made your way down, still yawning away as you dropped yourself on the couch. Picking up the food, he grabbed the bags and probed you awake.
“Come on now, you can sleep in the car. Let’s go, darling.”
You were groggy the whole trip down and nearly tripped entering the elevator. After you were buckled in your seat, Seokjin hung the food at the back seats. Picking out your medication, breakfast, and a bottle of water, Seokjin finally sat down at the driver's seat and started the car.
Pushing your breakfast towards you, he gently siad, “Come on, sweetheart, have some breakfast before your medication.” You slowly woke up as you munched on the bread and before Seokjin reached the headquarters, you were done.
“Come on, let’s go up.” You had wound yourself around him again and this time, Soekjin didn’t mind it at all. It may be a little difficult to walk but he loved how you grew more dependent on him and trusted him to keep you safe.
“Hey boss. It’s good to see you again.” Jungkook draped his arms over his shoulders as they came out of the elevator. “You haven’t taken a leave this long for years now.”
Seokjin grumbled at his dongsaeng’s actions. He was very aware of your hand tightly grabbing onto his and your tail wounding around your waist. You were uncomfortable. Sighing, Seokjin lightly punched Jungkook in his ribs, saying, “Don’t you have an integration to get to?”
Jungkook unwinded himself from Seokjin and groaned. “Please don’t remind me of that. It’s up in 20 minutes.”
“You should go prepare for it and stop bothering us.”
“Are you trying to chase me out?” Jungkook sobbed. “You don’t want me anymore?”
Seokjin rolled his eyes at his antics. “Yes so run along now.”
Jungkook fell dramatically on the floor. “Hyung! I buy you coffee all the time, how can you treat me like that?”
Seokjin was about to return a remark when hurried footsteps crossed the hallway. He felt you hide behind him, tail curling around his wrist. Seokjin stroked your fluffy ears in an attempt to calm you down. They were alert and twitching, as if waiting for the worst to happen. He heard Jungkook getting up from the floor and adjusting his clothes. They expected Namjoon or Hoseok to come running towards them, perhaps coming to call Jungkook to “hurry his ass up”.
But it wasn’t either of the males.
It was Yoongi, flushed red and wild hair flying everywhere.
Seokjin was immediately alert.
“He-he-”
Everybody held their breath in that hallway.
“He-he got out. Hoseok’s chasing him and Taehyung is calling backup.” Yoongi panted. “They plan to ambush him but I think that it is an inside job. My codes couldn’t have been cracked so easily, I made sure of it. I even added extra authentication processes. Unless he was some tech genius, it must be an inside job.”
Seokjin’s brain was running fast. But before he could run his own legs, he needed to ensure that you were safe. Turning to you, he said, “Do you remember where my office is?”
You nodded shakily.
“Go there and lock the door. Under no circumstances are you to open that door, even if you smell me from the outside. Understand?” Seokjin pinched your cheeks. “Lock the doors and the windows and keep the curtains closed. Hide somewhere where your shadow cannot be seen. Alright?”
You whined.
“Please, Jagiya. Go. I need you to be safe. It’ll just be for a while. Please.”
Your nervous chirps nearly made him give up that idea but he stood firm. You slowly nodded and let go of his hand.
“Go, darling.”
Seokjin watched until you were out of sight before turning back and catching up with the rest of his teammates. He trusted you to ensure your own safety. He trusted that you would do as he says and hide. Jungkook and Yoongi had made a run for it when he was trying to convince you to leave. They were probably in the control room.
Just then, red lights and ear-piercing sirens sounded throughout the headquarters. Yoongi must have activated the emergency closure. You didn’t like loud noises, worse if they were high-pitched. Seokjin hoped that you would not panic as much.
Ugh - Why does he have to worry so much?
He has a job to do and everybody will be in trouble if he doesn’t catch him in time.
Running down the steps, Seokjin raced for the door before it completely shuts and locks him in. The emergency closure shuts down the offices, integration rooms, and jail room levels and of course, the lifts. And right now, he just needs to cross this last flight of stairs before he is in the safe zone. Making a dash for his last opening, Seokjin ducked under the barrier just before it slammed shut behind him.
The whole level was in a rush - some people running to gear up, some people running out with their gears on, some awaiting orders, some whipping out technological devices that Seokjin doesn’t want to dissect right now. Makeshift tables were made as this sector runs their database.
Seokjin hurriedly rips open his locker and shrugs on his vest, strapping in his guns and spare ammo in his pockets. Running out, he locates his team on the ground level almost instantly. They have their guy cornered by the trash bins of the back of the building. He had a crazed look - as if he was high on drugs.
Wait. High… on drugs?
Crossing the distance between Hoseok. Taehyung, and Namjoon, Seokjin dropped his gun and slowly approached him. “Hey man. A bit far from where we were supposed to meet up, aren’t you?”
“You guys aren’t gonna catch it.” He laughed maniacally. “He would have his prized possession back even if it takes to kill you.”
Nobody in that three metre radius said anything. “He knows - we know who you are. Park SeoJung would never buy off a hybrid. HAH! You gave yourself away before the party even started!”
“Silence.” Hoseok commanded behind him. “You will speak in the integration room. Hands behind your back now.”
“You can’t make me do anything,
“Seo Jung had always loved to bid for a winning game. He gets the most money, has the most influence in the ring. Ah, what fun those days were.” He sings. “Money, money, money.”
“He was injected with synth.”
“Well doesn’t that explain the whole fiasco of him looking as if he was about to shit himself.” Yoongi stated. “Some shit that is to be injected with.”
Taehyung pushed his glasses up while analysing the blood test. “Honestly, it would be best if we keep him unconscious and find out who did this. Yoongi Hyung’s codes are the best of the best, but it doesn’t mean that they cannot be cracked.”
The atmosphere was filled with solemn silence.
Everybody knows that Yoongi loves his privacy, the only ones who know about the new codes for the integration room were both his technological and inner teams. And the guy guarding the room that day, was not anyone in the current circle.
“I agree with Yoongi Hyung that it is probably an inside job. It is most likely as there are only a few people who know of the code.”
“We will do a thorough investigation through all levels and agent teams.” Seokjin sighed heavily and brushed his hand through his hair. “For now, nobody guards him but us. Namjoon, make a schedule for us. It brings down the possibility of things like that happening again.”
Seokjin stood up and walked out of the meeting room, breaking the silence between the members. “I’m gonna find Y/N. I’ll be back.”
“Take your time, Hyung. We can handle the rest from here for now.” Jungkook said, flipping through the stacks of paper at the table with a scrunched nose.
All you heard was gunshot, screaming, and laughter. You didn’t want to know who that laughter belonged to. It was creepy.
You did as Mr Park said. Ran behind the door, locked it, ensured that the curtains were closed and hid under the table. It felt easier if you were in your animal counterpart and so you stripped out of your clothes, packed them neatly beside you and shifted. Burying yourself under your layer of clothes was insufficient to block out the shrill sound that blasts through the alarm system.
You truly hoped it would go away soon.
There were screams of anger and pain. You could distinctly hear people yelling for healers, for teams to stay in formation, for everything. Your senses were getting overloaded and you started to wonder if it was truly a good idea to have shifted. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when it might cast a larger shadow, leading people in your direction.
You fumbled around in your hoodie, trying to find a good spot. But you were too restless to do such a thing. Worried about Mr Park, worried about his team, worried about whether or not they are alive, worried about - everything.
You couldn’t stop thinking even if you wanted to. No, the yells downstairs serve as a reminder of your cowardly actions. You chose to hide when you should’ve fought. You were trained to fight. Not breed, trained. But you had years to shove down your flight instincts and bring out the fight only when confronted. You could have helped even if Mr Park didn’t want you to.
But wait, who were you fighting?
You didn’t even know who they were after. Who was ‘he’? Could you have been a help even if you had no face, scent, or idea? You could’ve hurt anybody - attacked anybody - because you didn’t know who you were fighting.
You chirped nervously, going in constant circles in your hoodie. It was the sudden silence that had you perking up your head and tilting it. Was it over? Who won? Is anybody else hurt?
You wanted to find Mr Park but - “Under no circumstances are you to open that door”. But then, how would he get in? Mr Park must have the keys to his own office, of course. But what if whoever opens the door, isn’t Mr Park. Your eyes flitted around the room. Where else can you hide if someone came in?
The sound of footsteps coming towards the door made you panic. The following jingle of keys made you go crazy, you were going around in circles even faster than before. What are you gonna do, what are you gonna do, what are you gonna -
You heard the lock turn and the door swing and you did the first thing your panic-muddled brain could think of.
Hide.
You shoved yourself in the depths of your hoodie and held your breath, hoping that you won’t be caught. You felt yourself be carried up together with your pile of clothes and you felt tears prick behind the lids of your eyes. You thought that the worst way to die is to have been fought to death in the fighting ring. But this feeling was worse. You just wanted to see Mr Park for the last time, to see him before you -
You were yanked out of your thoughts when a hand scooped you up from inside your hoodie. You felt like you truly saw God that day. Pinching your eyes shut, you wait for the worst. But nothing came and you dared to peek open an eye - to see Mr Park stroking your back and looking at you. You squeaked - a high pitched happy one - and launched into the air.
“Hey now! Your tiny legs can’t take you that far! Don’t jump off the-”
You already did.
“-table.”
Mr Park caught your flailing limbs before you hit the carpenter floors. “Why hello to you too, Y/N.” He laughed as you squeaked happily. “Any injuries? Can I check you?”
You wiggled out of his hold and shifted back, putting your clothes on before sitting on the couch to wait for him. As Mr Park poked and prodded certain areas, lifting up your shirt to check for bruises, you munched on the cracker at the table. After Mr Park deemed that you were injury-free, he sat beside you on the couch, sighing as he nursed the bottle of water he got from the fridge.
“Is everybody okay?” You finally had the courage to ask.
Mr Park nodded, “Everybody’s fine. A few injured here and there but none are severe and no deaths. They’re all just fairly minor injuries.”
You sighed in relief.
Mr Park turned to you. “Were you worried, darling?” He stroked your hair and rubbed your ears, earning a content chitter from you.
“Yeah…”
“Don’t worry, we’re all okay.” If you hadn’t fell asleep so fast, you would’ve seen the smile sporting on Mr Parks lips.
Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 7
Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader
Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)
Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, angst angst and angst
WC: 2.2K
The next few days passed by like clockwork - sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat. There wasn’t much going on but you could feel the tension in everybody at the headquarters after the breakout incident. You weren’t sure who was the prisoner but Mr Park was fuming.
“What do you mean by he’s not responding? Ur telling me that they anticipated our moves and are now what - Already moving forward?”
You couldn’t hear much from where you were and your groggy mind was still processing that you are trying to be awake. But you could make out Mr Park’s fast and nervous movements and the frantic voices over the phone.
“You’ve got to be kidding with me right?”
“Hyung, nobody’s kidding. They’re on the move and right now, all the plans are scratched. We are trying to locate them and predict their next move but it’s as if they’ve gone dark. Even with Esther in the dark web, there is no movement from them.”
A baritone voice sounded, “They refuse to negotiate and in this state - if we move, we are dead. He wasn’t wrong when he said that they knew who we were. I do not doubt that they have already figured it out long ago and we were just playing with puppets these few weeks.”
You registered the dip at the side of the bed before Mr Park reached over to rub your ears. You let out a sleepy mumble, crawling over to hug his waist. “What happened?” You peeked open your eyes.
“It’s alright, darling. But I probably won’t be coming home for dinner these few days. You won’t be cooking to work with me for now either. I’ll cook lunch and dinner - Do you think you can handle yourself alone at home?”
You nodded. You didn’t want to put more stress on Mr Park. With the incident a few days ago and the ongoing phone call, you knew that he was only going to get busier - and you didn’t want to be one of his worries.
Mr Park left soon after his calls, but not before ensuring that you had everything. It was fine at first but it got too overbearing when he was double, triple, quadruple checking things every morning and night. While it was sweet at first, you were grown and have your own capability. His coworkers calling him that he was late was also a reason for you to drag him away from the cabinets and refrigerator.
“Mr Park,” You stopped him. “You’ve double checked this every morning and I am capable of taking care of myself.” You pulled him away from the cabinets of food and medications to the living room where his bags and shoes were ready. “You’re going to be late. Again.”
Mr Park sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Just make sure you -”
“Eat your meals, 2 supplements every day, and one pill after every food.” You sighed. “Yes, I know.”
He bit his lip and started again before you held out your hand, stopping his words.
“Please, your coworkers downstairs have ben honking for fifteen minutes now. Any more and our neighbours are going to file a noise complaint.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be going then.” You waved back at him.
These few days you spent most of your time catching up on the dramas and social medias, understanding how things work in the house. But that one room that you had never entered out of respect was Mr Park’s office. In the earlier days, he had told you to keep out of the room. But recently, he mentioned that you could explore any part of the house - even the office.
Bu tout of respect for his and his clients privacy, you never did. But it would be lying if you said that the suspense of walking past that door multiple times a day and eventually staring at it from the sofa wasn’t killing you. You wanted to know what was in there. Are there pictures? Is it messy? Are there any food or drinks in the room? What is the style and environment he works in?
It got so much that you were - once again - outside the door, staring at it. Deciding to bite the bullet and enter today, your hand shakily reached for the door handle.
You thought that there was nothing much to worry - that it would be just like any office that you have seen over the years. Cabinets full of books and bottles of alcohol, trophies of all sorts lined up against the wall as a form of pride, cigars and weapons lying around ceaselessly. But no, it was cabinets full of books but no alcohol, the trophies were not heads of tusks but simple metals and pictures, and the room was clean. Not cigars, no weapons.
But those pictures hanging on the walls, those pictures at the table and cabinets. You swiped two fingers over the frame. It may have been a long time since you saw him but his face and those eyes - you will never forget.
“Mr Park, you had a hybrid?”
His eyes turned downcast. “Yes, once. But he passed away four years ago in an accident.”
You tilted your head. “May I ask what happened?”
He looked up at you with a sad smile. “Wrong time, wrong place.”
The only person who you could count as family, is gone. You didn’t want to believe it. You had all the proof even without entering the room but you were in denial. You knew you were in denial. But knowing this -
Is this how it feels like to have a broken heart?
Does it hurt so bad you feel as if your whole body was aching?
Looking around the room, you found pictures of Mr Park. Name tags, badges, medals. But they were all given to Kim Seokjin.
“Hyung, they weren’t lying when they said that they knew who we are.”
It couldn’t be…Right?
Ploughing through the cabinets, you found stacks and stacks of paper. You bidding paper, your legal adoption papers, and bills after bills of your medical checkups, food, and essentially everything.
Why would Mr Park keep these?
You found recorders in a box, specifically labelled, from the front of the box to the back. You ignored them first, deciding to pick up the papers and read them through. They didn’t seem like much to you until you reached the end of the file, labelling sections of recordings. Picking up the box you left on the table, you compared the names and numbers before picking them out.
Laying them in order wasn’t too hard but nothing could prepare you for what you heard.
Recording 1: “Testing, testing. Min Yoongi.”
“Sir, I would advice that you do not touch him.”
“Hyung, you clearly know this isn’t a good idea. What if they found out?”
“$1.45 Million Won.”
“I knew that you want her so I just thought to give you a push. Heh.”
Recording 2: “Testing, testing. Kim Namjoon.”
“Jungkook ah, can you not do that? It’s so gross, oh my gosh-”
“Yes sir!”
“Hyung, I will be heading up to the rooms to find more information. They seem to have weakened the surrounding security there.”
“Move, son of a bitch.”
“Hyung, they are moving at a slower pace an anticipated. It’s too easy that we should re-think our plans. We may be playing into a trap if we do not think rationally.”
Recording 3: “Testing, testing. Jeon Jungkook.”
“Yo, yo, yo. Hehehehe.”
“Proceed with it. Let’s move in. Be alert at all times, we may have the blueprints, studied the layouts, does not mean we can slack off. This is enemy territory, we do not show mercy.”
“Go around the corner, back each other up.”
“All clear, let’s go.”
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing much, disabled and hacked.”
“Are you seriously -”
Recording 4: “Testing, testing. Jung Hoseok.”
“Hyung, Namjoon is in.”
“Orders are meant to be followed or are you telling me that my orders mean nothing to you?”
“Bring me a doctor. Now!”
Recording 5: “Testing, testing. Kim Taehyung.”
“I know, I know. All I need to do is insert the kill chip and keep silent as the sturdy and emotionless bodyguard.”
“Holy shi -”
“I cannot understand why hyung would bid for that girl.”
“I thought he would never have another hybrid after Jimin.”
“Stop it. Jimin was my everything.”
Who was this Kim Taehyung? Jiminie? His everything? Perhaps…were they mates?
Your hands shook as you played the last recording.
Recording 6: “Testing, testing. Kim Seokjin.”
No.
No, no, no.
You sank down on the floor as the recording continued on.
“Move in.”
“Taehyung-ah, be careful okay?”
“Shut it. How dare you disrespect me - youngest son of Park Si-Jung?”
“Tsk.”
“$1.57 Million Won.”
“She is mine now.”
“We still need her, she can be our ticket in.”
“Enough. I do not want to hear you telling me what I should’ve done.”
If clearly lying about his name and hiding your best friend from you wasn’t enough, this felt like your breaking point.
But was it?
Are you able to hang on longer?
Is this where you end? Were you finally break after all these years of fighting and training your mind and body?
You weren’t sure of how to feel. You collapsed onto the carpenter floors as the papers stared back at you. You did not want to believe it, you did not want to even think that its was a possibility. But all these pictures and all these time, it just solidifies what you have expected. You could no longer dismiss the fact of his scent around the house, on that cat, in that room. The study that Mr Park - no, Seokjin - forbade you to enter was full of his pictures.
You childhood friend, Jimin.
Your only friend. One so close you regarded him as a brother - was gone. And he had been gone for more than four years.
And those deceiving letters and recordings, your owner did not buy you out of pity. He bought you cause he needed you. You had been used, beaten, and betrayed your entire life. You had though that you’ll meet your end in the ring. You didn’t have life in you every time you fought. You knew that you were only kept like a well-oiled machine just waiting for your depreciation to increase before becoming of no more use.
But when Seokjin had brought you home and took care of you, you thought that perhaps you could live like your peers, be more carefree and have fun. You thought that he cared for you.
You thought.
And you were clearly wrong.
Looking at the floor filled with papers, you were filled with the emotion of the unknown. You were betrayed but you have never felt this betrayed. You gave your heart to him - gave your all to him - just for him to let it slide through like any random puddle of sand. Your heart hurt, your head hurt, and you didn’t know what to do.
There were many times that you have lived that you didn’t know what to do. But this was much beyond your speciality. Many times, you just had to ensure that you played the part of a pretty girl, a strong soldier, a hardworking student. All you had to do was wait it out and it will play nicely. Life was certainly much easier back then - and much less painful compared to what you go through now.
Constantly being beat up in the ring, spending days and weeks and months in the hospital doing rehabilitation; constantly being scolded and shoved outside to sleep like a dog, certainly did not feel as bad as it did now.
This sense of betrayal… it felt like your whole body was burning inside out. You felt as if you were placed on a stake and it was a bonfire surrounding you. It hurts but your hands were tied. You didn’t know what to do. You truly didn’t.
You looked up at the mounted clock just above the door.
It read, 04 00.
Slowly standing up, you packed the papers back into the drawer, adjusted the picture frames, turned off the lights, and left. Looking back into the room one last time, ensuring that it looked the way it did when you entered, and walked back to the bedroom. Entering the room with heavy feet, you looked past the drawn curtains, and to the moon that shone its borrowed light into the room. You had always thought the moon was pretty, being able to play with the stars, to shine so brightly even when its so lonely. Nobody plays in the night and everybody worships the sun.
But the moon does not complain. It shines bright every night, giving light to those who need it.
And whenever you asked, it answered.
And you knew what you should do.
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Internal Conflicts | KSJ | Masterlist
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Pair: Kim Seokjin x f!reader
Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn’t think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. And now, you’re coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird)
Warnings: This is the result of missing Seokjin. Namgi sideparing. Your mother is married to Jin’s dad, but you knew each other (and had a crush on each other) before they met. I swear it’s not weird, but he is your oppa. So: oppa kink, praise kink, smut in every part. Seokjin has a big cock and it should be a character of its own. Mini series, which means this will be split into three parts. There are some text edits here and there, but this is not a SMAU.
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You met Seokjin during a difficult time in your life, and seeing him again now reminds you of it.
Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Non-idol AU, medical student Seokjin, angst, smut, fluff
Word count: 13.7k total
Warnings: Bereavement, swearing, mentions of blood and illness, eventual smut
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danger | ksj x reader chapter one: good girl
summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.
pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 1 of 2)
rating: 18+
genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin
warnings: hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture
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Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to you? Am I easy to you? Are you playing with me? You are in danger now Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me? Don’t get me twisted
– BTS, “Danger”
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“Excuse me, Miss?”
You look up from your phone to the bartender who’s just walked up to you. He’s holding a bottle of champagne.
“Yes?”
“The gentleman sitting just over there sent this for you.”
Your gaze follows the direction of his nod and immediately your blood warms to a boil.
The man who’s just finished wiping the floor with your ass in court has just sent you a bottle of champagne. Champagne is for celebrating, not for self-medicating after a brutal trial with a shitty outcome. But of course, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?
You’d spotted the hint of a smile on Kim Seokjin’s lips in the quick moment you’d looked his way. He was seated at a table – surrounded by his adoring lackeys – who were no doubt high-fiving themselves into a frenzy after this afternoon’s verdict. You’d been so busy drowning your sorrows in wine and furiously texting with Nari that you hadn’t even noticed his entire group’s arrival.
The absolute nerve of this man.
“I don’t want it,” you say. “Please send it back.”
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plot | Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.
genres | humor/crack, fluff, angst, actors!au
pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader
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instagram official — Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship.But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.
lie detector test— During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.
masters of handling break-ups — After the tabloids released news of you and Jin ending your unconfirmed relationship, the world watches how you two will handle it.
reading thirst tweets — You and Jin read thirst tweets to each other.
the lover and the love songs — You co-wrote songs for Taylor Swift's Lover, unintentionally fueling the rumors.
year-end affair — Everyone heard nothing from you when Jin's birthday came. Only for you to reveal something during your appearance on The Tonight Show a month later.
the house is on fire — The best way to set a virtual fire is to suddenly take an unexpected break.
birthday tradition — All the things you did to greet Jin, unconsciously making it a tradition.
recently with the a listers... — A dating rumor with another personality there, a Taylor Swift collab here. This is one of the confusing days to be in the a-listers fandom.
drama, drama, drama - Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.
proof, they say — Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.
what a week! (finale) — Get ready. This is the busiest, craziest, and most intriguing week ever in your fandom with you coming back to the Hollywood scene with a bang, causing more tweets, more memes, and maybe drama about you and Jin.
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01: Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown (9.2k words) | read on ao3 02: How Sharper Than a Serpent’s Tooth It Is to Have a Thankless Child (13.3k words) | read on ao3 03: Love Sought is Good, but Given Unsought, is Better (17.6k words) | read on ao3 04: I Will Live in Thy Heart, Die in Thy Lap, and Be Buried in Thine Eyes (14.2k words) | read on ao3 05: And This Our Life Finds Tongues in Trees (11k words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: ~65k
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Summary
Only the respected patriarch of the Kim dynasty thinks you are worth anything. Despite his vision, the rest of the upper crust sees you as nothing more than your station, a girl borne of a family that only ever existed to serve them. Cruelly, the only thing standing in your way is also the key to your success: having to take care of a smiley, goofy, lanky, drunk manchild in ill-fitting clothes who just happens to be next in line for the throne, and who has just inadvertently kidnapped you. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you.
Excerpt
Mr. Kim stares at his son. You think you see a fondness in his eyes, but the words that come out of him are, “What the hell is wrong with my idiot son?” He turns to you, and in the uncomfortable silence, you avert your eyes and fiddle with your phone. Eventually, you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, I-I’m not sure how to, uh, is that a rhetorical question? Because I don’t feel, uh, what’s the word I’m looking for, uh, qualified to, uh—” “Please keep an eye on him. My legacy is on the line.” You nod and have to suppress a gigantic eye-roll. You want to say “what do you think I’ve been doing all these years?” “Promise me?” Mr. Kim asks suddenly. Now, you definitely see a fondness in his eyes. He’s terrified. He’s pleading you, and you soften. “Yes, sir. Of course. What do you think I’ve been doing all these years?”
Genres: Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / AU Businessman!BTS / Assistant!You / E2F2L / Flashbacks / Middle School OT7 / High School OT7 / College OT7 / Law School OT7 / Growing Up Together
Pairings: Jin x Reader
Content Warnings: Soft smut, hard smut, strained father/son relationship, Jin is a manchild and your life would be so much better if he’d just get it together, but then where would you be, family trauma, bullying, teasing, some domestic violence, some references to physical abuse, references to and scenes of drug use, some kinky stuff, cheating, an icky instance with an unwanted advance, and just themes about expectations, general pressure, and anxiety.
Influences: Two Weeks’ Notice, Hamlet (honestly the whole dynamic between Jin and his dad is very Shakespearean), Succession (but only in theme), Iron Man franchise, Rory/Logan from Gilmore Girls, really into the whole rich boy thing this month apparently
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pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, romance, smut, angst, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf words; 100,996
Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.
Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…
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Written 2020 - 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022
Honesty: A KSJ | KTH two shot (m)
Summary: Life in London is not easy for Taehyung, especially where Seokjin’s girlfriend is involved.
Pairings: Seokjin x reader, maybe Taehyung x reader (no spoilers…)
Warnings: 🔞 not suitable for minors, adult themes throughout. A fair bit of smut, references to violence and domestic abuse
Genre: Angst, smut (in part 2)
Word count: 12.9K
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The Catch (Part 2)
Your daughter is the most important person in your life. Her father? Not so much. He's been away for years, and now he wants to come back.
Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader
Rating: 18+
Word count: 11k
Genre: Smut, angst, fluff
Warnings: Single parenthood, sex and swearing
Part 1
Part 2
‘You want to go on holiday together,’ you repeat after Seokjin.
‘Somewhere hot, and sunny. A winter break,’ Seokjin says, nodding.
To be fair, he’s making it sound pretty enticing.
‘Chaeyoung wants to meet Reiha too.’
And just like that, your stomach drops.
‘You want us to go on holiday together with you and Chaeyoung,’ you say.
‘It’s a really nice resort,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll pay for everything.’
‘I don’t need your money, Seokjin,’ you say automatically, and your eyes focus in on his lips when you realise he’s mimicking you, having heard you say this exact sentence umpteen times over the last few weeks.
‘Are you twelve?’ you ask, scathing.
Seokjin grins at you.
‘Come on. I’ll hire out a separate villa for you, so if you and Chaeyoung don’t get along you don’t even have to see each other.’
‘Why wouldn’t we get along?’ you ask.
‘Women fight over me sometimes,’ Jin mutters.
You roll your eyes so hard you nearly give yourself a headache.
Reiha, of course, is ecstatic at the news.
And that’s how you find yourself going to the Maldives for five days with Kim Seokjin, his beautiful movie star girlfriend Chaeyoung and your superstar of a daughter Reiha.
***
One flight and a seaplane later, you tip the man who’s set your bags down in the huge villa Seokjin’s organised and admire the view.
You’ve never been to the Maldives before, and it’s stunning. To be fair, you haven’t been on holiday in years.
The sky’s a cerulean blue, and the sparkling ocean is so clear you can almost see the fish from here.
Reiha’s bouncing on the huge bed, and you throw your reservations to the wind and bounce along with her.
‘Mom, this is amazing!’
‘I know!’
You race through the villa, realising with delight that it’s bigger than you expected, with two bedrooms, both overlooking the ocean, two bathrooms, a huge living room and a tiny kitchen.
‘Let’s go swimming,’ Reiha says.
You can’t get changed fast enough.
You’re splashing in the ocean, horsing around with Reiha when you see Seokjin and Chaeyoung approach.
Chaeyoung had seemed nice enough, you met her for the first time on the plane. She’s beautiful, of course, and her and Seokjin look stunning together. She hadn’t said much to you, but she’d smiled kindly at Reiha, which had been enough to win you over.
Seokjin splashes out to join you and Reiha. You don’t remember him being much of a swimmer, but of course you last knew him when you were teenagers. He’s had time to get better since then.
‘Race to the shore?’ you challenge Reiha. You used to go swimming together a lot when she was younger, although you haven’t been in a while.
Reiha nods. She gets her competitive streak from you.
‘I’m in,’ Jin says.
You have no idea who wins because of all the cheating. Jin had given Reiha a head start, not realising how fast she was. Then the bastard had yanked your leg to hold you back and you’d gone under. You’d retaliated by tackling him in the water and then swimming off with Reiha.
‘Can we go snorkelling mom?’ Reiha asks, hopeful.
‘Sure, baby. Do you want to go with Jin and Chaeyoung?’ you ask.
‘Chaeyoung doesn’t want to snorkel,’ Jin says. ‘So it’d be just me and Reiha. Want to come?’
‘Ah, sure.’
Jin and you wait as Reiha’s fitted with a snorkel and mask.
‘She’s a great swimmer,’ Jin says, something like pride in his expression as he looks at her.
‘We used to go every week,’ you tell him. You’d tried hard to do something fun with Reiha in her early years, when everything was expensive and difficult.
‘Thank you,’ Jin says, and there’s a note in his voice that makes you look at him.
‘What are you thanking me for now?' you ask.
‘For doing all the work for the both of us,’ he says.
Your eyes snap to his.
‘Yeah, well, thanks for organising all this, and for paying for it,’ you tell him. ‘It’s kind of you.’
‘I’m not –‘ Jin breaks off as Reiha runs up to both of you.
***
You and Reiha are walking to dinner in the resort.
‘This is so awesome, mom. I can’t wait for tomorrow,’ Reiha says. She hugs you unexpectedly.
You hug her back. ‘What should we do tomorrow?’
‘More snorkelling,’ Reiha says.
You join Jin and Chaeyoung at their table.
Chaeyoung smiles at you. ‘The food is meant to be excellent. We’re having lobster.’
‘Ah thanks for the recommendation,’ you tell her.
‘I’d like a burger,’ Reiha announces.
You have to laugh at your daughter’s food preferences. ‘I’ll have the swordfish,’ you tell the waiter.
‘Can we go snorkelling tomorrow, dad?’ Reiha asks Jin. You see the faintest flicker of something in Chaeyoung’s eyes at the use of ‘dad’. You guess it must be pretty weird for your boyfriend to suddenly be the dad of an eleven-year-old.
‘How did you and Jin meet?’ you ask Chaeyoung.
‘Oh, through our management company,’ Chaeyoung tells you. ‘His manager thought we’d get on and set us up on a date.’
She laughs. ‘He was so awkward! I almost didn’t agree to a second date.’
You smile. ‘Guess he was nervous.’
‘It’s our one-year anniversary next week,’ Chaeyoung says. ‘I’m glad we managed to get away.’
That makes you feel a little awkward. Again, you guess it must be pretty weird to go on a holiday with your boyfriend’s daughter and ex-girlfriend.
‘This is a great place to go on holiday,’ you say, neutrally. Your gaze meets Jin’s, and he’s looking at you, another expression on his face you don’t understand.
***
The next morning Jin comes over to your villa.
‘Hey, Chaeyoung’s organised a spa day for you and her. I thought it’d be a good opportunity to take Reiha snorkelling and maybe check out the sea turtles,’ Jin says.
You’re torn. You’d love a spa day, but you’d also like snorkelling.
‘You don’t have to go on the spa day, it was just an idea,’ Jin tells you.
You guess this is what it’s like to be a grown up. ‘Oh sure, a spa day sounds fun,’ you say. ‘As long as you guard Reiha with your life, Seokjin.’
‘I won’t let anything happen to her,’ Jin promises you.
‘Because I will hurt you,’ you say, trying to sound menacing.
Jin laughs. ‘If you weren’t the shortest person here I might be able to take you seriously.’
‘I’m not short,’ you grumble.
‘No, you’re not. But I’m glad Reiha gets her height from me,’ Jin says, grinning.
He pauses. ‘She gets her determination from you though. When she’s concentrating, she looks just like you.’
You’ve never noticed that.
‘It’s cute,’ Jin coos.
‘Ugh. Get lost,’ you say, pushing his hands away as he tries to tug your ponytail.
***
As much as you hate to admit it, a spa day was a good choice. You’re relaxing on a massage bench, having hot stones laid on your back, being pummelled to within an inch of your life, and you feel great.
Chaeyoung looks over at you as you join her in the jacuzzi.
‘The massage was a good idea,’ you tell her enthusiastically.
She just smiles. ‘I prefer this to anything active to be honest. Jin tired me out last night.’
You work hard not to have any sort of visible reaction to her words.
‘It’s a romantic place,’ you agree.
‘What about you?’ Chaeyoung asks. ‘Do you have a partner?’
‘Oh no,’ you reply. ‘I’ve just started seeing someone though.’
You’ve been on a few dates with Yoongi. You think it’s going well. You’re by no means a relationship expert, but you know he’s a nice guy, and you know he likes you.
Chaeyoung hums. ‘Seokjin’s a romantic guy. Didn’t you find that when you were dating him?’
‘Oh well, we were fifteen,’ you tell her, honestly. ‘We were in school together, not the most romantic place.’ You laugh self-deprecatingly.
‘For our six-month anniversary he took us to Paris,’ Chaeyoung muses. ‘He’s generous too. He’s bought me so much jewelry I had to tell him to stop.’ She laughs, tinkly.
You’re not sure what’s triggering all this girl talk but it’s making you feel a little small.
‘Lucky you,’ you say. You stand up. ‘I’m getting a little pruney. I might go and grab a drink before our facials.’
As you’re waiting outside the spa, you hear Chaeyoung’s name called.
‘Hey, gorgeous,’ says a beautiful man, walking up and embracing her.
‘Hobi!’ says Chaeyoung, looking pleased to see him. ‘I didn’t know you were here too!’
‘I’m here with Jimin and Jungkook,’ Hobi says. ‘How long are you here? We should have dinner together.’
‘That would be lovely,’ Chaeyoung says. ‘Seokjin’s here, of course.’
Hobi is looking at you with interest, probably wondering what Chaeyoung’s doing with someone so obviously not a celebrity.
‘This is Y/N,’ Chaeyoung says.
You smile and hold out your hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’
‘Likewise,’ he says, smiling at you charmingly. ‘I’m Hoseok.’
‘We have to get going, Hobi, we’ll miss our slot. But dinner. Tonight?’
‘Yeah, we’re up for dinner,’ Hoseok says. He smiles at you politely as you walk off.
***
When you arrive for dinner, Jin and Chaeyoung are sitting with Hoseok and two other men you don’t know.
They’re a beautiful group, you feel pretty intimidated.
Reiha looks up at you. ‘Shall we go and eat together?’
‘Sure, baby. We can do whatever you want.’
You’re turning around, hand on Reiha’s shoulder, when Jin comes up to you.
‘Hey, where are you going?’ he asks. ‘There’s seats for you next to me.’
You look at Reiha, who’s looking up at Jin. For the first time in a long time, your daughter looks shy.
You’re just about to say you’ll meet Jin for breakfast when Reiha nods.
Reiha ends up sandwiched between you and a man called Jungkook. She admires his tattooed arm. In moments Jungkook is telling her all about his tattoos.
On the other side of you, Hoseok, who you met earlier, asks how you know Jin and Chaeyoung. Your eyes flick to Jin’s awkwardly before you answer. You have no idea how much his friends know about you and Reiha.
‘She’s my ex-girlfriend,’ Jin says, saving you. ‘Reiha’s my daughter.’
Hoseok’s eyebrows rise slightly, but the smile he gives you seems sincere.
‘She looks like a better version of Jin,’ he says lightly.
You laugh. ‘It’s my genes,’ you say, jokingly.
‘You are way prettier than Jin,’ Hoseok agrees.
You laugh off his compliment. ‘Better at swimming too.’
‘We’re going to swim out to a wreck tomorrow,’ Jungkook says, from the other side of you. ‘You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.’
‘Ah, I don’t know if Reiha would be up for it,’ you demur.
‘I’ll look after Reiha. We wanted to see the sea turtles again, anyway,’ says Jin.
You look at Reiha. ‘We’ll see.’
Reiha rolls her eyes. ‘You can go, mom. I’d rather hang with dad anyway.’
You pretend to be wounded at her statement. ‘I changed your diapers, young lady.’
Jimin, the beautiful man sitting across from Reiha, laughs suddenly. ‘I can’t imagine Jin changing diapers.’
‘I didn’t,’ Jin says, quietly.
‘You were always terrible at cleanup,’ you say, referring to when you had to do beach cleanup at school. ‘If it were up to you, the beaches would never be clean.’
Jin laughs. ‘I had other things to do at school.’ He says it so lightly it doesn’t sound suggestive.
Chaeyoung says, ‘Jin’s always had specific interests.’ She glances at Jin.
Thankfully your food arrives, because there’s a slight awkwardness in the air.
Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok are good company, attentive to Reiha. Jungkook in particular seems good with her, telling her a selection of terrible jokes and showing her how to fling peas at Jin.
You excuse yourselves when Reiha starts yawning.
The next morning after breakfast, Jin sets off with Reiha and you head to meet Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin.
‘Hi,’ you say, a little shyly. They’re good-looking guys, and you don’t know them that well.
Hoseok smiles at you, friendly as ever. ‘Ready for adventure?’ he asks, dropping his voice for dramatic effect.
You laugh. ‘Born ready.’
The wreck is more impressive than you imagined it, a huge dark mass teeming with swirling fish. Hoseok stays close to you, pointing things out. He startles easily, but doesn’t take himself too seriously.
When you come out of the water, Jungkook and Jimin start talking enthusiastically about the turtles they saw. Hoseok helps you disentangle your hair from your snorkel mask. He’s gentle, gentler than you would have been, and with him this close your face is practically in his chest.
Your face flushes at his proximity, and you hope he hasn’t noticed.
‘There,’ he says, handing you your mask, helping you tug your hair back off your face.
‘Thanks, Hoseok,’ you say, smiling up at him.
He smiles back. ‘Not a problem. It was nice snorkelling with you. These two just like scaring each other under the water.’
‘Yeah, it was fun,’ you tell him.
‘Want to grab a drink?’ Hoseok asks. He looks so handsome, tanned and windswept, that you find yourself saying yes.
You text Jin to check him and Reiha are ok and Hoseok takes you one of the bars in the resort.
He tells you about a time he and Jin were cornered by photographers on the way out from a club. ‘And then, Jin had organised for the girls to be picked up first, but they took them to the wrong hotel. And so it ended up being just me and him.’
You laugh. ‘Pop star life.’
‘He used to spend any time off he had going back home,’ Hoseok tells you.
This is news to you. You’d never run into Jin bar that one night five years ago. You guess his family were pretty good at keeping his visits under the radar.
‘He told me about you, once,’ Hoseok says.
You’re curious despite yourself. ‘Oh yeah? What did he say?’
‘When I met Jin he was training for his debut. He was always focused, a hard worker. He used to carry a picture of you in his wallet, and one day I asked about it.’
‘Jin didn’t have any pictures of me,’ you say, confused.
‘You were wearing bunny ears, it looked like a funfair,’ Hoseok says.
It comes back to you then. On one of your first dates Jin had taken you to a winter carnival. He’d won you a stuffed bunny at a shooting game, and you’d promptly won him a bigger one hooking a duck.
‘He used to say he was working so hard because he was doing it for you.’
You stare at Hoseok, not sure what to believe. ‘He left, and he didn’t get in touch until a few months ago,’ you say. ‘I guess he got over it.’
Hoseok sips his drink. ‘He was in a bad way a few years ago. It was after one of his trips back home, he said he’d seen you.’
‘Yeah,’ you say.
‘I’ve never seen anything or anyone have as much of an effect on Jin as you.’
You run a hand through your hair, frustrated. ‘What are you trying to say, Hoseok? Jin left us. If he wanted to see us, he could have got in touch anytime.’
‘All I’m saying is that Jin’s one of my closest friends. I want him to be happy, and he seems to be happy spending time with Reiha.’ Hoseok takes another sip of his drink. ‘And you.’
You blink back the tears suddenly filling your eyes. ‘He’s happy spending time with Reiha,’ you agree.
Hoseok puts his hand on your arm, and his eyes are kind. ‘And you,’ he repeats.
‘Why did you ask me how I knew Jin, if you knew?’ you ask.
Hoseok gives you a smile that’s pure mischief. ‘Just wanted to see what he’d say.’
***
It’s been a few weeks since you got back from holiday, and things have ramped up as it’s close to Christmas.
You’re watching Reiha play hockey whilst trying to make sure your calendar is updated, when a shadow appears over you.
You look up to see Jin holding out a coffee.
‘We could be more tactical about this,’ you say, thoughtfully, accepting the coffee. ‘If we alternated one of us could have a lie-in on a Saturday.’
‘But we wouldn’t be able to spend time together then,’ Jin says, smiling at you brightly.
‘That’s a hard ‘no’ from me,’ you mutter, pulling up yet another email from Reiha’s school.
Jin puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
‘I see you haven’t upped your game since high school,’ you complain, leaning away.
Jin just laughs. ‘I had enough game to date the prettiest girl in the school.’
‘What? You had another girlfriend? Two-timing son of a bitch,’ you complain.
Jin pinches your cheek gently. ‘You were the prettiest girl in school. No one else even compared.’
You frown up at him. ‘Look where all that flirting got us, Kim Seokjin.’
‘It got us Reiha,’ Jin says. ‘And you’re still the prettiest girl in the school.’
‘Ugh. How does Chaeyoung put up with you?’ you ask.
‘We broke up.’
You look up at Jin, more than a little surprised. ‘You seemed fine when we went on holiday.’
Jin looks out at the hockey pitch. ‘My priorities changed.’
‘I’m sorry,’ you tell him.
‘Don’t be. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,’ Jin replies.
You’re quiet a moment.
‘Whilst you’re here, can I show you all these upcoming events at Reiha’s school, in case you want to attend any of them?’
Jin lifts the sunglasses he’s taken to wearing since he saw you wearing them and peers at the screen.
‘Sign me up for all of them,’ he says, waving a hand airily.
‘I’m not your secretary, Jin. I’ll send you a copy of my calendar and I’ll tell the school to add you to the mailing list.’
Jin frowns at the calendar. ‘You look sexy in a bikini,’ he says.
It’s so unrelated to what you’ve been taking about that it takes you a moment to regroup.
You ignore him.
‘I can buy you more bikinis,’ he offers.
‘I don’t need your money, Seokjin,’ you say, under your breath. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his lips moving as he mimics you.
You toss your sunglasses at him. He catches them without even blinking.
‘Looks like we have parents evening next week,’ he says, sounding completely serious.
‘Do you need a security detail to go with you?’ you ask, mocking.
To your disbelief, he almost seems to be thinking about it.
‘Better send out the NDAs now,’ you say.
Jin’s lips quiver. He looks like he’s trying to suppress a laugh.
‘Should we take separate cars? I can distract the paparazzi,’ you offer.
Jin tosses your sunglasses back at you, and you put them on, smirking to yourself.
‘You should wear a disguise,’ you say.
‘Shut up,’ Jin says.
***
You wave goodbye to Reiha and the teenager from next door who’s babysitting her and get into Jin’s car.
He reverses out of your driveway.
‘This is kind of like our first date,’ he says, glancing in the rearview mirror at you.
‘The only difference is, I’m on birth control now,’ you say, jokingly.
Jin almost looks proud. ‘The condom only split that one time,’ he says.
You’re appalled. ‘Do you think that’s some sort of testament to your virility? Oh my god, you do.’
You cover your face. ‘This is embarrassing. You’re a grown man, Jin.’
‘I’m grown,’ Jin says, suggestively.
‘Yeah, Chaeyoung told me all about it,’ you mutter.
‘What did she tell you?’ Jin asks. He sounds more curious than upset.
‘Nothing. She actually thought you were a romantic. She said you took her to Paris for an anniversary.’
Jin’s quiet, signalling to turn. ‘I’ll take you wherever you want.’
‘At this point I’d settle for you doing a Saturday so I can get some goddamned sleep,’ you say, yawning.
Jin looks at you, sympathetic. ‘You do look pretty tired.’
‘It’s been worse,’ you say. ‘Christmas is always tiring.’
‘How’s Yoongi?’ Jin asks, pulling into a space in front of the school. ‘Have you dumped him yet?’
You laugh. ‘He’s fine. He’s away for Christmas.’
‘I’m glad,’ Jin says. He shuts off the engine. ‘I don’t want to share you and Reiha over the holidays.’
‘I’m going to have to see my parents at some point,’ you say, falling into step beside him.
‘I’ll take you. I need to see them anyway.’
You look up at Jin. ‘Really?’
‘Yeah,’ Jin says.
You look at him thoughtfully.
‘Jin. Can you take those sunglasses off. They actually make you stand out more. And it’s like 8pm.’
‘Ok,’ says Jin, grimly. ‘But just remember you’re responsible for protecting me.’
***
Jin’s not wrong in that his appearance at the parents’ meeting does cause a bit of a stir. His good looks would get him attention anyway, but he’s also got an innate presence that makes heads turn.
You’re sitting in front of Reiha’s teacher, Mr Kim, an intense looking man with a gorgeous smile.
‘She’s doing great. I’ve got no concerns,’ he says. ‘She participates in class and she’s confident and she helps others. Was there anything you were concerned about?’
‘Not particularly,’ you say. You look to Jin. ‘Did you have any questions, Jin?’
Jin’s looking through a poem Reiha’s written. ‘She’s so creative,’ he says, proudly.
‘She is,’ Mr Kim agrees. ‘She’s a good writer.’
‘Thanks very much, Mr Kim,’ you say, getting up.
‘Ah, call me Taehyung,’ he says, smiling at you. He puts out his hand for you to shake and you smile back at him.
Jin nudges you as you wait in line to speak to the hockey coach. ‘What was that?’ he asks.
‘What was what?’ you ask, offering him gum from your bag.
Jin accepts. ‘Oooo thank you very much Mr Kim, sir,’ he says, putting a simper in his tone.
You burst out laughing. ‘I didn’t call him sir!’
‘You can call me sir,’ Jin says, not missing a beat.
‘You’re disgusting,’ you say, sternly. ‘This is a parents’ meeting.’
Jin chews his gum obnoxiously, and you regret offering him any.
‘Did I ever make you cum?’ he asks.
‘Stop embarrassing us,’ you hiss. ‘Lower your voice.’
Jin’s counting on his fingers, and you’re staring at the ground, wishing for a black hole to appear and swallow you down. Or him.
‘Five,’ he says.
‘Five what?’ you ask, furious.
‘That hotel room, five years ago. I made you cum five times.’
You laugh loudly. ‘Hahaha,’ you say, trying to drown him out.
‘With my mouth, with my fingers, with my mouth again, then twice on my cock.’
To shut him up, you say, ‘Think how many more times you could have made me cum if you hadn’t dumped me.’
Jin turns to you. ‘It’s the biggest regret of my life, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.’
You wait together in silence until it’s your turn to be seen.
***
Yoongi’s back from his trip, and you can’t wait to see him. You’re checking how your ass looks in the new lingerie you bought to surprise him when there’s a knock at your door and it opens.
Jin stares at you. ‘Holy fuck,’ he breathes.
You cover yourself with your hands, scurrying for your clothes. ‘Fuck! Don’t you knock? Where’s Reiha?’
‘She’s – fuck!’ Jin stops and looks at the ground to stop his eyes from roaming over your body.
‘Fuck!’ you echo.
‘I knocked,’ Jin says, holding up his hands defensively as you slip a t-shirt over your head and throw a pillow at him.
‘You don’t just knock and come in,’ you argue, throwing another pillow at him.
Jin takes two steps into the room and grabs your hands. ‘Stop throwing things at me!’
You wriggle in his grasp, and Jin licks his lips as he looks down at you.
‘What I wouldn’t give –’ he stops, and starts again. ‘What wouldn’t I give to bury my face –’
You stop wriggling. ‘Stop, Jin,’ you say. ‘Please, stop.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he says. He lets go of your wrists. ‘Fuck, I’m sorry, baby.’
‘I’m not your baby,’ you say. There’s a feeling in your chest that’s dangerously close to hope, and you can’t do this with Jin again.
You can’t.
‘Get out of the room, Jin,’ you tell him, voice flat.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N,’ he says. He turns and leaves the room.
***
Yoongi’s a perceptive man. He touches your arm.
‘What’s on your mind?’ he asks.
‘Just people,’ you tell him. You turn into his chest. ‘My ex.’
Yoongi drops his chin onto your head. ‘What’s he done?’ he asks.
‘He broke up with his girlfriend and since then he’s been acting like he wants us to get back together.’
‘Is that what you want?’ Yoongi asks.
‘No. How could I ever trust him again after what he did?’ you say. ‘I can’t do that to myself again.’
‘Want me to have a word with him?’ Yoongi offers.
You’ve never had a man volunteer to stand up for you before.
You look up at Yoongi. ‘No, but thank you. I’m pretty good at fixing my own problems.’
Yoongi nods. ‘I know you are. I’m here, though, and I’d love to help you, with anything.’
‘I know what you can help me with,’ you say.
Yoongi laughs, low. You can feel the rumble in his chest.
‘Yeah?’ he asks.
‘Got some new lingerie for you,’ you tell him.
Yoongi nuzzles your neck. ‘Let me see,’ he murmurs, lips ghosting the skin of your neck, making you shiver.
‘Help me get this off,’ you tell him.
Yoongi obliges, because he’s good like that.
***
Sometimes you can’t tell what Yoongi’s thinking. You’ve been dating on and off for months now, periods of seeing each other interspersed by periods of radio silence. He travels, but he also spends a lot of time in the studio and sometimes his and your schedules are incompatible.
He knows about Reiha, and about Seokjin, your famous ex-boyfriend, and the situation you’ve found yourself in.
You think he likes you. He seems to be attracted to you, and he’s pretty damn good at making sure you enjoy yourself as much as he seems to when you’re in bed together.
Reiha and Seokjin are spending the weekend together, she’d gone over on Friday night, and he’s dropping her off on Sunday morning.
He’s quiet tonight, seemingly lost in thought. He hasn’t said much since you had sex, you’re wondering if you should make yourself scarce. Maybe you’ve outstayed your welcome, you’ve never really stayed more than a night before.
‘Hey,’ you say, gently touching his shoulder. ‘I should get out of here. Can I do anything for you before I go?’
‘Nah,’ he says. ‘I’ve got a few things I need to work on.’
His acknowledgement that you should go stings a little, but you’re glad he’s being honest about it.
‘Sure, no worries. You can just tell me to go, you know.’ You smile and pick up your bag. Thankfully you’d gotten dressed after you’d had sex, so there’s no awkward fumbling with clothes.
You drive home, and once you’ve parked you look at your darkened house. The idea of going in to emptiness, with Reiha gone, doesn’t really appeal to you.
You pick up your phone and call Jin. He answers in the first few rings.
He sounds pleased to hear from you. ‘Hey! Just checking in on us?’
‘Yeah,’ you say, hoping your voice sounds normal. ‘Can I come over?’
‘Of course,’ he says, immediately. ‘I’m making hot chocolate, I guess I can make you some too.’
‘Great,’ you say. ‘I’m on my way.’
‘Drive safe,’ he says. ‘See you soon.’
***
You arrive to Reiha and Jin drinking hot chocolate in Jin’s huge kitchen, listening to a podcast about mindfulness.
As soon as you get in, Jin grabs you in a hug. He holds you for a moment, looking down at you. ‘Hey, are you ok?’
He’d known you were meant to be with Yoongi this weekend.
You force a smile. ‘Yeah, of course.’ You turn away to give Reiha a hug. ‘Didn’t want to miss the hot chocolate.’
Jin doesn’t look like he’s convinced, but he plays along when you swipe his hot chocolate, complaining to Reiha about you. Reiha, your loyal daughter, defends you until he buys her off with extra marshmallows.
It’s a scene you never thought you’d experience, your daughter and her father ganging up on you over hot chocolate on a Saturday night.
You’re still too scared to accept that this happiness is your present, let alone your future.
After Reiha goes to bed in the huge room Jin’s had decorated for her, you’re loading the dishwasher when you hear Jin come back in the room.
‘Drink?’ he asks.
You turn around and realise he’s holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses.
‘Yeah, I could use one,’ you sigh.
He waits until you’ve taken your first few mouthfuls before he says, ‘What’s wrong? Did something happen with Yoongi?’
You try to force another smile but it doesn’t come. ‘He was busy,’ you tell Jin.
‘He’s an idiot,’ Jin says, decisively. ‘I’d never be too busy –’ He breaks off.
The laugh that comes out of you is more bitter than you’d like it to be.
‘You’d never be too busy for me?’ you ask, completing his sentence. ‘But you were, Jin.’
Jin’s getting up from his seat, coming around his kitchen island to you.
He stops in front of you. ‘I can’t change what I did. All I can do is try and show you that I’ve changed. I’m not the same person who left you.’
You can barely look at him. ‘What’s the catch, Jin? You can’t walk in here after eleven years and just expect us to all play happy families for the rest of our lives.’
‘There’s no catch,’ Jin says, resolute. ‘I promise you, I’m not going to leave you again.’
‘Jin, I-‘
Your words trail off when you realise he’s leaning down to you. His hand lands on the small of your back, and his lips stop a whisper away from yours.
‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks.
You close your eyes and give in. The kiss is so sweet you can feel tears pricking your eyelids. This is the Jin you fell in love with as a teenager, this is the Jin you’ve been in love with all these years.
He has so much power over you, it’s devastating.
Jin’s kissing you slowly, languidly, like he has nothing but time for you. You part your lips first, and his tongue licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hard chest presses against yours, the friction making your nipples peak. His hand’s still on the small of your back, fingers splayed, thumb rubbing circles against you.
‘Jin,’ you breathe when your lips part.
‘Yeah?’ he asks. He’s looking at you, lips swollen from your kisses, and he’s so beautiful you almost can’t believe he’s real.
Jin doesn’t wait for you to answer his question. He’s already dipping his head down to kiss you again, dragging his lips over yours, pulling your hips against his, showing you how hard he is for you.
‘Come to bed,’ he says. He takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom.
***
It feels like you’ve been kissing Jin for hours, sweaty and breathless, limbs tangled. He’s stroking you over your panties, the pressure of his fingers relentless, drawing gasps from you. You rock your hips against his hand, trying to get more because he’s not giving you enough.
Jin nibbles your lower lip, distracting you just enough that it takes you a moment to notice he’s tugged your panties aside. He strokes over your clit, then slides two of his fingers inside you.
‘So wet,’ he marvels. ‘Your little pussy’s squeezing my fingers so tight.’
His thumb presses over your clit, and you cry out his name.
You look down at his fingers buried inside you, the way his forearm’s flexing as he thumbs your clit and the sight is so erotic you moan into Jin’s mouth.
‘Feel good, baby?’ Jin asks. He mouths at your breast over your lacy bra, tonguing your nipple, and you cry out again as you cum over his fingers. Jin fucks you harder, licking at your nipple until you put your hand against his arm.
He slows his pace but doesn’t remove his fingers. ‘I want to stay buried in this pussy forever,’ he grunts.
You clench around him involuntarily, and Jin hums his approval. ‘I think you want me to stay buried inside you, don’t you?’ he asks.
He sits up. ‘Panties off,’ he says. You lift your hips so he can tug your panties down.
Jin pushes your legs apart and plants a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. His tongue laps at your clit, and you keen.
‘Your clit’s so swollen,’ he tells you. ‘Your pussy tastes so good, baby.’
He holds you open, thumbs parting your lips so he can lick inside of you.
‘Jin,’ you moan.
‘Fuck,’ he groans. ‘So good.’ His face is deep between your legs, nose against your clit, his lips and tongue pressed against you, devouring you.
He reaches up to squeeze your breast, pinching at your nipple. He pushes his fingers inside you, stroking, scissoring, and your hips buck into his face.
You cry out his name again, and Jin fucks you harder. He wants to make you cum again on his fingers and tongue.
‘You want my cock baby?’ he asks, breathless. ‘I’m so fucking hard for you it hurts.’
Jin noses your clit again and again, tongue lapping at you, fingers thrusting. You pinch your own nipples, and Jin groans again. ‘Good girl.’
You can feel the pleasure spiralling again, tighter and tigher until Jin curls his fingers inside you and you cum again, gushing all over him.
Jin licks up your cum until you’re panting, boneless on the bed.
‘You can give me one more,’ he tells you. He curls a hand around his cock, so hard it looks painful.
You turn over onto your front and lift your ass in the air for him. You turn your head just in time to see Jin squeezing the head of his cock.
‘Fuck,’ he says, and there’s a wry smile on his face. ‘I nearly just came right there and then. This ass. Fuck.’
You wriggle your hips, and Jin slaps your ass.
The head of his cock breaches you, and you moan at the stretch.
‘So tight,’ Jin hisses. He pushes in, inch by exquisite inch, and by the time he’s fully inside you, you’re beyond words.
He stays like that, unmoving, letting you adjust to him.
You arch your back. ‘Jin,’ you whine.
‘Want more? Greedy,’ Jin says, but he sounds pretty smug about it.
He waits a moment more, and you know it’s only because you’re getting more desperate for him to move by the second.
If there’s one thing Jin knows how to do, it’s how to make you wait for him.
You bury your face in his pillow so that he can’t hear you groaning in frustration.
Finally, you push up on the bed and twist your torso towards him. ‘Jin, baby, please,’ you say, leaning back against his chest. You press your lips to the beautiful column of his neck, and he curls an arm around the front of your pelvis, holding you against him.
‘Turn around, I want to see your face,’ Jin tells you.
The intimacy of his weight on you, his cock inside you, his face next to yours, is almost unbearable. You’re looking at the hollow between his collarbones when he says, ‘Hey. Look at me when I’m fucking you. ‘
Your eyes snap to his, and he’s smirking at you.
‘I can’t stand you,’ you tell him. Jin just laughs.
‘Don’t lie to me when I’m balls deep inside you,’ he tells you, voice like velvet. ‘You’ve been squeezing me non-stop since I got inside you. You’re so wet.’ He punctuates his words with a thrust.
‘You think you hate me, but your body knows better, baby.’
Jin rocks his hips against yours, smooth, slow. You tilt your pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust, and finally, you see his control begin to break.
‘Need you to fuck me hard, Jin,’ you murmur. ‘I wanna cum on this cock.’
Jin sucks in a breath, and you nibble his ear.
‘I want it, Jin,’ you tell him. ‘Give it to me.’
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Jin says, picking up the pace. ‘I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll fucking give it.’
You press your lips to the sensitive skin of his neck and suck, hard, making a bruise bloom.
Jin moans, and he sounds so beautiful you suck another hickey into his skin just to hear it again.
Jin’s hand slips down between your bodies to thumb your clit. You press your fingers over his to help, letting the tension build until you’re cumming, pulsing around his cock.
Jin’s almost unintelligible now, a litany of fucks slipping from his lips. He slows right before he cums, calling your name. His lips find yours, and you kiss again and again, trying to stay together even when he softens and slips from you.
When you next open your eyes, you’re curled up against Jin’s chest. His arm is sleep-heavy, weighting you down. One of his legs is thrown over your hips, and his cock is warm against your thigh.
You realise by his breathing that he’s awake, looking down at you, eyes bright.
‘Jesus. You’re so clingy,’ you say, but you make no move to get away.
Jin pulls you closer. ‘I’ve been watching you sleep. Like a stalker. And trust me, I know all about those.’
You stretch under him. ‘You’re so much more tolerable when you’re fucking me,’ you tell him.
Jin nods. ‘You too,’ he agrees, smirking at you. ‘You’re so much less prickly after you cum a few times.’
‘What time is it? We should check on Reiha,’ you say, sleepily looking around for the time.
‘I’ve already checked. She’s fine. She slept through that racket you made,’ Jin tells you.
You nudge his cock, which is getting harder and more insistent by the second, growing against your hip. ‘Get this thing away from me.’
‘I’m gonna give it to you in a second,’ Jin promises. ‘If you’re good.’
His hand’s already sliding across your hips, turning you on your side to face him. He’s already hard enough that he’s inside you with the slightest push of his hips. You’ve only just woken up, but the slide feels good, lubricated by his cum, the stretch exquisite. A few thrusts and you’re slick enough for him to move faster.
Jin pulls your leg over his hips to thrust harder against you. This time isn’t as frantic as the last time, the urgency building slower. He kisses your breasts, licking at your nipples, blowing on them until you’re whining, arching back against him.
‘You look so pretty,’ Jin tells you. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his brow and on his bare chest, and you think he’s the pretty one.
‘You’re so pretty when you let me love you,’ he tells you.
His words make you freeze, stiffening up enough that he notices. ‘Are you ok?’ he asks, trying to get you to look at him.
You’re rallying past the sudden pang in your chest. ‘Yeah,’ you lie. ‘You’re just irritating me.’
Jin pulls out of you. ‘I love you,’ he says.
You’d be a fool to believe him, you remind yourself.
You sit up, turning away from him. ‘Don’t make it more than it is, Jin.’
Jin’s grabbing your shoulder. ‘You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know.’
‘How am I supposed to believe you, Jin?’
Jin turns your face to his. ‘I’m working on it, Y/N.’ He gets up and holds out a hand.
‘Come on. Let’s go watch the sunrise. I’ll make you a coffee.’
You look up at him and back at the bed.
Jin laughs. ‘I’ll make pancakes when Reiha wakes up and you can have a lie-in then.’
Jin brings you a mug of coffee as you curl up in the huge sofa overlooking the floor to ceiling glass windows of his kitchen.
He sits next to you and brushes your hair away from your face. ‘I could do this with you for the rest of my life,’ he says.
You swallow down the snappy comeback that automatically comes to your lips, and instead lean your head on his shoulder, letting him hold you as you watch the first rays of the sun light the horizon.
***
You look at the riot of flowers that’s taken over your office in disbelief.
It’s your birthday, but you haven’t told anyone.
Certainly not – ‘Jin and…. Min Yoongi,’ reads Eun-Woo, your secretary, looking through the cards.
You’d expect this kind of craziness from Jin, if he ever remembered your birthday, but not Yoongi.
The last time you saw Yoongi you were leaving his house a rejected mess.
‘Can I see the card from Min Yoongi, please?’ you ask, holding out your hand.
Eun-Woo hands you the card. It’s typically brief, and so typically Yoongi you smile.
Y/N,
Happy birthday. I’m sorry for being a dick. Can I call you?
Yours,
Yoongi
‘Min Yoongi sent the peonies,’ Eun-Woo tells you, helpfully.
‘Christ. They’re all fucking peonies,’ you say.
Eun-Woo hands you another card. ‘This is the card from Jin.’
You tear the card open.
Baby,
I love you. I’m going to pick you up after work with Reiha so you can take all these flowers home with you. Dinner tonight?
Love Jin
P.S: Reiha said you liked peonies, so it’s all on her if you don’t.
‘How romantic,’ sighs Eun-Woo, reading over your shoulder. ‘He’s so handsome, too.’
You sigh, irritated. ‘Do you like peonies, Eun-Woo? Take as many as you want, and you can ask anyone else if they’d like some too.’
‘I couldn’t,’ says Eun-Woo, scandalised. ‘They’re for you, from your husband.’
‘I’m not married,’ you remind her, waving your ringless ring finger. ‘Especially not to either of these buffoons.’
Eun-Woo sighs, dreamily. ‘I’d love to have two gorgeous men fighting over me.’
‘How do you know they’re gorgeous. And they’re not fighting over me,’ you say irritably.
‘Min Yoongi’s that music producer isn’t he? And everyone knows Kim Seokjin. He came to your office the other day.’
You rub at your temples, willing away the headache that’s about to bloom.
‘Take as many flowers as you want,’ you tell Eun-Woo again. ‘I’m getting back to work.’
***
Jin steps out of the car to open the door for you.
‘Happy birthday, baby,’ he says. You’re not sure when he started calling you baby, but it seems so natural now you barely notice it. ‘Reiha got her period today.’
You get in the car, turning around to look at Reiha. ‘Hey, baby. Are you ok?’
Reiha nods. ‘Dad helped me.’
When she turned eleven, you gave Reiha a period pack to put in her backpack for school, with a selection of period underwear, pads and tampons.
‘Dad helped you?’ you ask, looking over at Jin.
‘Yeah,’ Reiha says. ‘He helped me pick out what to use.’
You’re surprised, to say the least.
Jin says, ‘I googled it.’
You send kind thoughts to the secret service agent monitoring Jin’s search history.
‘I’m kidding. I’m a grown man, I know how periods work.’ Jin looks offended that you’d ever think otherwise of him.
Reiha holds up the hot water bottle she’s been clutching. ‘This helps.’
‘Thanks,’ you say to Jin. You wouldn’t have picked Jin as the best person to help a pre-teen girl with her period, but he seems to have done well, judging by Reiha’s reaction.
‘I’m her dad,’ Jin says.
You wait for the punchline, but all Jin does is start the engine and start driving you in the direction of home.
You end up ordering in as Reiha’s not feeling up to going out. You watch a movie and cut a cake Jin’s picked up. You let Jin carry all the flowers into the house, including the dozens of peonies Yoongi sent you.
It’s one of the best birthdays you’ve ever had.
***
‘So are you coming?’ Jin asks casually, strolling into your kitchen and stealing a carrot stick before you can stop him.
‘To your funeral?’ you ask, wanting to clarify. ‘If I have nothing better to do.’
Jin steals another carrot stick. ‘To the awards ceremony. I’ve been nominated for one.’
‘Good for you,’ you say dryly. ‘I guess you’re good for something after all.’
Jin pretends to be hurt, clutching his chest dramatically.
‘You’d appreciate my voice if you weren’t so busy screaming for me when we’re in bed together,’ Jin says, huffily.
‘I do scream for you,’ you agree, sultry. You walk up to him, so close your breasts press against him.
Jin looks down at you, his gaze darkening.
‘Stop stealing the fucking carrots, Jin.’
You cup a hand around his cock and squeeze.
Jin licks his lips.
You break apart guiltily when Reiha strolls in.
‘Gross,’ she says, indifferent.
Once she’s strolled out again, Jin says, ‘Where was I? Oh yeah, I was just saying you can scream for me another way, if you come with me to the awards.’
‘Is that why you left the invitation out?’ you muse.
‘I should have known it was too subtle,’ Jin grumbles.
‘I’ll go,’ you decide. ‘If you sort the babysitter.’
‘Done,’ says Jin. ‘I’ve already called her.’
He filches a handful of carrot sticks and walks out. ‘Yeri’s having a bunch of dresses sent over for you. I’m wearing black and white, if you wanted to match.’
***
You aren’t used to having your hair and makeup done, but Jin is. He sits in a chair in one of his spare bedrooms, perfectly at ease, joking with the small army of people swirling around him as he gets ready for the awards show.
He’s up for an award for a song he recorded for a movie, a ballad that suits his voice perfectly.
You, on the other hand, are getting more and more anxious about it as time ticks on.
You can barely look yourself in the mirror, forcing a smile as the makeup artist compliments your skin. After your hair is styled, you leave the room to hide in the bathroom.
You stare at the clock on the wall, wondering if it’s too late to develop a stomach bug. Or to fake your own death.
There’s a knock on the door.
‘Baby?’ Jin calls. As usual, he doesn’t wait for you to answer, opening the door that you thought you’d locked.
‘I’m dying,’ you tell him, trying to sound pitiful.
Jin just laughs. ‘You’re the strongest person I know.’ He holds out a hand to you. ‘Come on, let’s get dressed together. I kicked everyone out.’
He really has. You walk with him to his now deserted room. ‘I’ll help you with your zipper,’ Jin says, waggling his brows suggestively.
You’re so busy trying to disentangle your slinky dress from its hanger that you don’t notice Jin is completely nude.
He smirks at you as your eyes drop to his cock. ‘Like what you see?’ he asks, curling his fingers around himself, pumping his cock, once, twice.
You ignore him and start unbuttoning your oversized shirt.
You step into the shimmery dress you picked out, and you feel Jin’s hands on your back. He’s gentle as he helps you with the zipper.
By the time you’ve had one last look in the mirror, Jin’s ready.
God, he’s handsome. His skin is buffed to perfection, his hair beautifully coiffed, and the tux he’s picked out sets off the breadth of his shoulders, the trimness of his waist, his height, perfectly.
‘You look beautiful,’ he tells you. He seems perfectly sincere, and so you respond in kind.
‘Thank you, Jin.’
‘Let’s go, baby,’ Jin says, holding out his arm, and you take it.
***
The awards show is less nerve-wracking than you expected. Jin skips the red carpet completely, a kindness you hadn’t been expecting.
He keeps his arm around you, anchoring you as he chats to various people he knows. Between his steady presence and the glass of champagne he handed you, by the time you get to your table you’re practically relaxed.
Jin leans over to you. ‘You ok, baby?’ he asks. He waits until you look at him.
‘I’m ok,’ you reply.
He pours you another glass of wine. ‘I can’t wait until we get home,’ he tells you.
‘Do you think you’ll win?’ you ask.
‘I’ve done a bit of campaigning for it,’ Jin replies. ‘Probably not enough.’ He looks up as someone approaches your table.
‘Donghyun,’ Jin says, warmly, getting up to embrace him.
You look up at Donghyun. You’d known you were likely to see him tonight, but you’re not prepared for the rush of emotions you feel as you come face to face with the man who bought you a house to keep you away from Jin.
His face is neutral, in fact, he smiles as he greets you. You reply politely, mechanically, taking another gulp of your wine as Donghyun joins your table and talks to Jin.
As Jin’s category comes up, he reaches over to hold your hand.
‘Good luck,’ you whisper.
‘I don’t need luck,’ Jin says, and the smile he gives you is pure confidence, partly for the cameras, but mostly because he’s Jin.
When he wins, he lifts your hand to kiss it, smiling at you before turning to accept congratulations from Donghyun. It’s an unusually public show of affection for Jin, a clear indicator to all the cameras focused on him of your togetherness. You see Donghyun looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.
As Jin goes up to accept his award, Donghyun moves into Jin’s seat.
‘Are you prepared for everything about you to become public knowledge? You’re the one going to be laid bare here. You’re the one who’ll come off like a desperate fan who had Jin’s baby and now won’t leave him alone. Is that what you want for yourself? And your daughter?’
He speaks quietly, emphatically, and his words make you feel like you’ve been doused in freezing water. You’re so shocked you don’t reply, but he doesn’t seem like he’s waiting for one.
You don’t know how you get through the rest of the ceremony. Jin’s surrounded by well-wishers, fellow celebrities keen to congratulate him, and he’s swept away for press interviews and photographs.
You head away from the throngs of people, stepping outside the building, trying to gather your scattered thoughts.
Someone takes your arm, and you look up distractedly to see Min Yoongi.
‘Yoongi,’ you say, relief in your voice.
Yoongi looks at you carefully, then he’s leading you to a corner of the building, slipping his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders. He puts an arm around you and squeezes, briefly, and you lean into his touch.
‘He’ll probably be done soon,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?’
You’re starting to calm now, soothed by Yoongi’s presence.
‘Apparently I’m a desperate fan who won’t leave Jin alone,’ you say, smiling wryly at Yoongi.
Yoongi’s bark of laughter makes you feel instantly better. ‘Who told you that?’ he asks.
‘His manager. He bought me a house back before Jin made it big, told me he hoped I wouldn’t have a reason to get in touch with Jin again.’
Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. ‘Fuck that. I can’t believe the shit you’ve been through.’
‘I have Reiha,’ you say.
Yoongi looks at you, and there’s affection in his eyes. ‘She’s lucky to have you.’
He gives you a crooked smile. ‘I was lucky to have you.’
‘God, so many flowers,’ you say, teasing.
‘I’m capable of a grand gesture. From time to time,’ Yoongi replies.
‘Thank you, Yoongi.’ You squeeze his hand.
Yoongi looks at your intertwined fingers then covers your hand with his other one, briefly.
‘Come on. He’ll be done now.’
You feel much stronger coming back in on Yoongi’s arm. He takes you through the crowded room and you see the relief on Jin’s face as he spots you.
He makes his way to you quickly, weaving through the crowd. He nods to Yoongi.
‘Don’t lose her again,’ Yoongi tells him.
You grab Yoongi’s arm as he turns to leave. ‘Will I see you?’
Yoongi flashes a smile at you. ‘Don’t worry. I’m around. I’ll probably be working with your husband, actually.’
‘He’s not my –’ you start, but you trail off at the look Yoongi gives you.
You’re still watching him go when Jin takes your arm. ‘Let’s go, baby.’
In the car, Jin turns to you.
‘Did Donghyun say something to you?’ he asks.
You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions.
‘What did he say?’ asks Jin. His voice is so gentle you find you want to tell him.
‘Did you know that you bought me the house we’re living in now?’ you ask.
His expression tells you he didn’t.
‘It was when Reiha was young, maybe 2 or 3. Childcare was expensive, my parents were helping out a lot, and I’d only just graduated. I wasn’t earning a lot. My dad had a stroke, and he had months of rehab ahead of him. My mom had to look after him, so I moved them in with us.’
You stop, because talking about it is making you remember how desperate you’d been.
‘It was so hard, Jin.’
Jin’s hand is stroking your arm. You aren’t sure it he’s aware he’s doing it. He’s looking at you so intently it gives you the courage to continue.
‘I went to visit your brother, and he gave me Donghyun’s number. I thought it was yours. So I called and he wanted to meet up.’
You stop again, and swallow. You’re still so ashamed of how you’d had to ask him for help when he’d wanted nothing to do with you.
Jin’s jaw is tense now, clenched, and you cover your face. ‘Fuck.’
‘Tell me,’ he says. He’s still touching you, hand warm on your arm.
‘He said he’d buy me a house, and that he expected I wouldn’t need to contact you for any more help.’
Jin huffs out a breath at that.
Now that you’ve said it, the words are pouring out of you.
‘It was pretty fucking desperate times, Jin.’
‘What did he say at the show?’ Jin asks.
‘He just asked if I was ready to be raked over the coals for being a ‘desperate fan’ who let you knock me up and now won’t leave you alone.’
You laugh, but there’s no humour in it.
‘He’s pretty good at looking out for you, Jin.’
‘I didn’t know you’d tried to contact me,’ he tells you. ‘If I’d known, it would have been different, I promise you.’
He pulls you into his arms. ‘How big is your heart that you’d even consider forgiving me after everything I put you through?’
You don’t have an answer for him, don’t have anything else to say.
Jin drives you home and parks outside your house. ‘I’m not coming in yet. I’ve got to speak to Donghyun,’ he says.
He’s still in his tux, his award sitting in the cupholder between you. He sees you looking at it.
‘I’m sorry,’ you say. ‘Fuck, I’ve ruined your night.’
Jin picks up his award and passes it to you. ‘Take this. You can do anything you want to it. Drop it in the trash if you want. It’s yours. Everything I have is yours, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to ask for anything. There’s no pride between us, not when you’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.’
He looks at you intently. ‘I’m sorry that I ever made you feel I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted. It’s all fucking yours, baby. I did it all for you.’
Jin’s got so much sadness in his eyes you lean forward and kiss him. He sighs into the kiss, lips melting into yours for a moment before he pulls away.
‘I’ve got to go, baby.’
You have no idea where you go from here.
You get out of the car and walk up to your house. Jin waits until you turn and wave before driving off. You unlock the door, and go to Reiha, and let her excited questions and squeals pull you out of the sadness of your past and into the practicalities of your present.
***
You wake up slowly, to the familiar sound of your coffee machine and Reiha chattering.
You blink, hope blooming in your chest.
You’re up and heading downstairs before you’re fully awake.
Reiha’s in the kitchen, talking excitedly to Jin. He’s still wearing his tux, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks as though he hasn’t slept.
He’s beautiful.
He gives you a crooked smile.
‘Hard night?’ you ask, but you’re already walking up to him. His arms around you feel like you’re coming home. You press a kiss onto his chest.
‘I think I fuc—messed up the pancake mix,’ he tells you, ruefully.
‘Why don’t you have a shower,’ you suggest. ‘I got this.’
Jin nods, running a hand through his hair. ‘Breakfast in bed?’ he suggests.
Reiha pipes up, and you realise she’s behind Jin, hugging him too. You pull her in between you.
‘Sure, but don’t get used to it,’ you say.
Jin kisses the top of your head. ‘Afternoon quickie whilst Reiha’s at piano?’ he suggests.
‘You’re pushing it,’ you say, but there’s a smile on your face.
***
You’re at your office when Jin calls.
‘I’m outside, can I come up?’
‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Is everything ok?’
‘I’ll explain when I come up,’ Jin says.
Jin’s eyes drop to your pencil skirt when he reaches your office.
‘God, your ass looks good in this,’ he tells you, approvingly. ‘Like –’ He makes a cupping motion with his hand, and you take a quick step back.
‘Was this just a sexual harassment visit, Jin?’ you ask.
He shakes his head. ‘Not just –’ He grins, but his heart’s not in it. ‘You’d better sit down.’
‘Remember that awards show we went to together?’ he starts.
‘You mean, over the weekend?’ you ask dryly.
‘The press have been digging into your past, and mine,’ he says. ‘It’s about to blow up.’
He brings it up on his phone, and you blanch at the pictures of you and Jin at the awards show, and the picture of you and Yoongi outside the building the same night.
‘What hell is this?’ you ask.
‘They’ve contacted my team for a statement.’
‘What are you going to say?’ you ask.
Jin shrugs. ‘I’ll just tell them the truth. That I’m irresistible and you’re enthralled by me.’
‘So many big words,’ you tease.
Jin smiles. ‘I just want you to be prepared. They’ll probably try to find you at some point.’
‘And Reiha?’ you ask, concerned.
‘I’ve contacted the school to warn them, they’ve got a good handle on the situation,’ Jin says.
‘Look at you, like a proper dad.’
Jin sighs. ‘I wish I could still get off to being called daddy.’
‘Stop it, Jin,’ you say briskly.
You both laugh.
‘I don’t know what narrative they’re going to go with,’ Jin says. ‘But my team are all over it.’
‘Thanks for the heads up,’ you say.
Jin nods. ‘Is it your lunch hour soon? Quickie? Can you lock the door?’
‘Ok daddy,’ you say.
Jin lets out a half-groan, half-laugh. ‘That just makes me confused.’
You lean close. ‘My next appointment’s not for an hour,’ you tell him, ‘and Eun-Woo’s on lunch. Guess it’s your lucky day.’
Jin’s already pulling you in for a kiss.
***
Your phone lights up. It’s Yoongi.
‘Hey,’ he says, without preamble. ‘What’s this about me being some sort of romantic saviour?’
You sigh. ‘Want to meet for a coffee, Yoongi?’
‘Yeah, I’m a block away from your office.’
You meet Yoongi at a tiny café near his studio.
The press had a field day with you and Jin. Jin’s team released a statement confirming that he had a daughter with you, and since then there’s been endless speculation about your relationship. The photographs of you and Jin and you and Yoongi from the awards show have only added fuel to the fire.
Yoongi’s been painted as a romantic hero, saving you after you were jilted by Jin. Jin’s been the subject of the most questions, and you’re not surprised. The nation’s resident singing heartthrob turns out to have a family he never acknowledged publicly throughout his fame? It’s a TV melodrama that practically writes itself.
Thankfully, no one’s bothered Reiha or her school, and for that you’re grateful.
Yoongi pushes a coffee towards you. ‘The publicity’s working for me, don’t get me wrong. I’ve had more interest in me in the last few days than I’ve had in the last few months.’
‘I’m sorry, Yoongi. I didn’t mean to drag you into this.’
‘You misunderstand me,’ Yoongi says, quietly. ‘You don’t have to apologise. No one dragged me into anything. I just want to know if you’re ok.’
‘I’m fine. I’m getting pretty good at recognising photographers now,’ you tell him.
Yoongi curls his lip in a half-smirk. ‘Do you want me to make a statement?’ he offers.
‘Not unless you want to. I think being the romantic hero works with your brooding mysterious personality,’ you say, only half joking. ‘My secretary Eun-Woo wants your number.’
Yoongi grins. ‘Tell her I’m too busy pining over you.’
You laugh. ‘My hero.’
***
Later that night, Jin’s flopped out on your bed, staring at the ceiling. He’s been having trouble sleeping lately, he falls asleep after you and he’s usually up by the time you wake up.
You turn over. ‘Go on, share. You can’t just take on all my problems and not share your own.’
‘They want me to hold a press conference,’ Jin tells you. ‘Do some damage control.’
It’s the first time he’s acknowledged that the negative press is affecting him.
‘So do it,’ you say. ‘Say what you need to. I don’t need public opinion on my side, to do my job.’
‘I deserve it,’ Jin says.
You put your hand on his chest. ‘You don’t deserve to be publicly vilified for things we did when we were 17, Jin.’
‘I’m not throwing you under the bus,’ Jin says, harshly.
‘Maybe you need to,’ you say. ‘Who cares. My family know the truth, and so do me and Reiha.’
Jin turns to you, and you kiss him.
‘Come on, baby. If they’re going to crucify us for fucking, then let’s at least have a good time whilst we’re at it.’
Jin laughs. He makes love to you with a quiet intensity, saying your name as he rocks into you, clutching you tightly to him, mouth on your skin long after you’ve both cum.
Afterwards, he sleeps, finally.
***
It’s the day of Jin’s press conference. You’re running late after a painfully long meeting. You wave the pass he gave you at the security guards and jog into the room.
Jin’s sitting beside Donghyun and his publicist, Yeri. You don’t know if he’s seen you. The room’s full of people, reporters, photographers. There are tripods set up along the rows of seats.
He’s in the middle of a sentence. You take a few steps forward, walking down the centre aisle.
Someone’s asking him a question, but Jin’s finally spotted you. The smile on his face makes everyone turn to see what he’s smiling at.
He’s smiling at you, and you’re smiling back.
‘I made a lot of decisions at 17 that I regret,’ Jin says. He’s looking straight at you as he stands up. ‘And I’m still making up for my mistakes, every day of my life.’
He’s walking around the long table, heading down the steps of the makeshift stage.
He’s heading straight for you.
‘I must be the luckiest man in the world, because despite everything, I have the most wonderful daughter.’
He stops in front of you.
‘And I have you.’
You’re already lifting your arms, curling them around his neck as he leans down to kiss you.
The world explodes in a shower of flashing lights and a cacophony of noises, but you don’t see any of it. You don’t hear any of it, because Jin’s got his arms around you, and finally, finally, it feels right.
He's the love of your life, and he's finally home.
Epilogue
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Amalthea || KSJ || Masterpost
(banner by @itaeewon)
Title: Amalthea
Status: Complete - all parts posted!
WC: 40k
Rating: NSFW - minors dni
Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta
Summary: You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.
Warnings: language, drinking, angst, time jumps, pov changes, this whole thing could’ve been 10k if i were mentally well, way too many deeply pretentious space references, kissing, explicit sex (chapters will have individual warnings), Jin calls reader “Beautiful” as a pet name but only like twice, Jinkook as actual brothers bc fuck biology!
Author's Note: thank you to @yoongiphoria @here2bbtstrash and @kookstempo for beta-ing. MJ you especially answered six THOUSAND questions about this as I worked and I THANK YOU 😭🥰
Series teaser:
There have been many times through your life where you felt like you were clutching Minji’s hand through the fire.
You still remember clearly the way she’d bounded up to your locker, back when you were thirteen, squealing and excited because the most popular girl in your year had invited her over.
You still remember her sobbing on your bed weeks later when it came to light that the girl - who wouldn’t be the last to try - was just trying to get an “in” with Minji’s hot, older brother.
“You know I would never, right?” you’d promised her. Stupid, at fourteen, not clarifying that you meant never use you to get to him. Stupid, because then you were sixteen and then eighteen and then twenty-one and then twenty-six and you weren’t sure what you had actually promised - had Minji heard it as I would never get involved with him?
“I know,” she’d sobbed, reaching one hand blindly to clutch at yours. “I know you wouldn’t.”
And now you’re twenty-eight and the secrets you’ve kept keep piling up - each day you love him, another pebble atop the pile.
1. Asterism || WC: 9.5k
A prominent star pattern that is not a full constellation
2. Retrograde || WC: 9.5k
When a celestial object moves "backwards" or reverse of "normal" motion
3. Libration || WC: 14k
A slight tilting of the Moon over time that brings parts of the Moon that are normally obscured into view
4. Perilune || WC: 8k
The point of an elliptical lunar orbit where the satellite and the Moon are the closest
mother knows best | index.
pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader
summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.
warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au
note | a drabble series featuring the (fictionalized) bangtan moms! <33
main story ;
drabble 1 | sunday lunch
drabble 2 | of quail eggs and perms
drabble 3 | of hair styles and scissors
drabble 4 | of tangerines and dumplings
drabble 5 | mafia game
drabble 6 | code red
drabble 7 | father knows best
drabble 8 | a solemn day
drabble 9 | of ferris wheels and pomeranians
drabble 10 | of burns and skin care routines
drabble 11 | of fights and allergies
drabble 12 | once upon a treasure hunt
drabble 13 | of breakups and bouquet tosses
drabble 14 | a decade of friendship
drabble 15 | mother knows best
scenarios ;
scenario 1 ; what if tae’s eomma makes him & oc go to hawaii?
scenario 2 ; what if the members get tired of their eomma’s antics?
scenario 3 ; what if a someone flirts with the members (or vice versa) while they’re out with their mom?
asks ;
ask 1 ; what if the moms had a group chat?
ask 2 ; are the members idols in this au?
others ;
tag ; who is oc’s appa’s favorite among the members?
character asks ; the mkb gang answers your questions!
— status ; completed
peach parfait I | ksj
⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts. enemies to lovers au
⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : seokjin x reader
⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : fluff, smut, slight? angst
⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 19k
⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : female solo masturbation, slight nipple play, sex toys - ring vibrator
⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : hello demons!!!!!! welcome to my first ever ksj au!!! it finally happened wow,,,, honestly this wasn’t supposed to be this long but here we are,,,, 19k in on the first part whoops. there will be a second part out [hopefully soon, i already have about 8k of it written] but until then, i hope you enjoy this! // lowkey this was inspired by shokugeki no soma skfjak
⏤ Part I | Part II ⇥ complete
“Kim Seokjin, a perfect 100!” Head Chef Hobeom called out.
Your entire body stiffened as if you had just been drenched in ice-cold water. You could feel the tell-tale scowl already forming on your face, your features twisting in annoyance as you took in the sight of Kim Seokjin’s smug face. His dark, slightly wavy locks fell loosely around his stupid forehead and he was dressed casually, in a plain white t-shirt, further accentuating his unnecessarily broad shoulders. Light wash jeans hung low on his hips, the material of the denim tugging around his ridiculously toned thighs. Not that you were admiring him. No. You would never admire your greatest rival. Which is exactly what he was. Your gaze fell back to his face, his nose slightly scrunched, luscious lips pulled into a half-smirk and eyes shining with mirth.
That smug bastard.
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the platonic collection (ksj)
A collection of one shots and drabbles about two idiot best friends turned fwbs turned lovers
pairing- bff!seokjin x reader
rating- R
genre- collegeau, bffs2fwb2l, smutt, fluff, a little angst
a.n- Well, well, well… what started as a one shot has somehow grown into this. lol i don’t know how often i’ll be updating this but this is going to somewhat out of order snippets of these two’s relationship and i hope you grow to love them as much as i do!
A big thank you to @bangtanhome for the banner! 💕💕
Got questions about the series, or want to be on the taglist? Send me an ask! 💕
this list is complied in chronological order of events. each part can be read as a one-shot.
platonically invincible (fluff) (newest! 👀)
After your breakup you confide in Seokjin.
platonically horny (fluff, smut)
Who knew doing a simple online quiz with your best friend would lead to the best sex of your life?
platonically caught (fluff, smut)
Jimin’s hay maze was not designed for this purpose, but who’s really going to stop you and Seokjin?
platonically fighting (fluff, angst)
What happens when the best friends who always get along get into their first fight?
platonically jealous (fluff, angst, smut)
Who knew teasing Seokjin at the club would lead to such a fun punishment?
platonic (fluff, smut) [the one that started it all! 🥰]
Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.
platonically chasing (smut, fluff)
Who knew exploring a new kink could get so messy?
platonically cuddling (fluff)
All Seokjin wants after a long day is your ‘anime titties’.
platonically in love (fluff)
“We can’t be platonically in love…”
All Along
Author: @underthejoon as a part of the Bound series with @kpopfanfictrash
Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight - I’m honestly blown away by how talented she is. LOOK AT THIS MOODBOARD
A/N: this is the longest effing thing I’ve ever written LOL. special shout out to @changseobbing @kpopfanfictrash @moonmangyu and @everybodykpops for giving me confidence
Rating: M - explicit sex
Word Count: 13k
Summary: It’s no surprise when you learn you’ll soon be engaged to one of the Kim brothers. What does come as a shock, is just how determined Seokjin is to make sure that person is him.
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