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divinelyparkjimin · 5 months ago

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— sweet and spicy [m] | ksj.

◦ summary ↠ studying with your tutor should be simple, but distractions can lead to unexpected lessons. who knew cramming for exams could get this... heated? (requested by anon)

◦ pairing ↠ seokjin x reader

◦ word count ↠ 5.9k

◦ genre ↠ fluff, smut

◦ content warning(s) ↠ tutor!seokjin, student!reader, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, oral sex, a lot of making out, unprotected sex, handjob, tit sucking

a/n: this is for the anon that requested a oneshot with seokjin and his lovely lips <3 ik you said kinda spicy but i accidentally made it very spicy lol, hope you don't mind!

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The clock on the library wall ticked in perfect sync with your growing anxiety. You had been staring at the same problem for ten minutes, the numbers on the page blurring together into a mess of indecipherable hieroglyphics.

“I’m going to fail,” you muttered under your breath, slumping further into your seat.

Your professor’s voice from last week echoed in your head: “You should really consider a tutor. It might help clear up some of the confusion.”

And now, here you were, waiting for your supposed savior to arrive and pull you from the depths of statistical despair.

The door creaked open, and you glanced up just in time to see him step inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” the newcomer said, setting his bag on the table with a soft thud. “The café line was longer than I thought.”

He was tall, dressed in a cozy gray sweater that looked as soft as a cloud, and his black-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose. But what truly caught your attention—against your better judgment—were his lips. They looked… soft. Pink. Kissable, even.

“I’m Seokjin,” he said, his voice warm and smooth. He offered a smile, and oh, that just made it worse. His lips curved in the kind of way that could make angels weep.

You snapped out of it, suddenly realizing he was waiting for you to introduce yourself. “Oh! Uh, hi. I’m—um—Y/N.”

He nodded, pulling out a notebook and pen. “Alright, so what’s giving you trouble?”

“Everything,” you admitted, gesturing dramatically at your textbook.

Seokjin laughed, the sound light and easy, but your eyes betrayed you and flicked to his mouth. The way his lips moved when he laughed—it was almost hypnotic. You mentally slapped yourself. Focus. You’re here to pass this class, not ogle your tutor.

“Okay, let’s start simple,” he said, flipping through your textbook until he found a page filled with diagrams and formulas. “Here’s a problem. Walk me through how you’d solve it.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the numbers. But Seokjin leaned closer to point something out on the page, and suddenly, your brain short-circuited. His lips were so close you could see the faintest shine of lip balm.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He tilted his head. “The problem?”

“Oh, uh…” You scrambled to come up with something that didn’t sound ridiculous. “Yeah, I… totally get it now. Thanks!”

His brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Really? Because you just wrote the wrong formula entirely.”

Your face flushed. “Oh. Right. I was just… testing you?”

Seokjin laughed again, the sound sending your heart racing. “Sure you were. Don’t worry, I’ll explain it again.”

By the third time Seokjin explained the problem, you had made some progress. But honestly? Your brain was running on fumes.

"See? It's not that bad," he said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "You’re getting the hang of it.”

You managed a weak smile, still hyper-aware of the way his lips moved with every word. How was it possible to explain statistics and look that good doing it? It should’ve been illegal.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, tapping your pen against your notebook to distract yourself. "I mean, I still hate it, but at least it makes… slightly more sense now."

Seokjin chuckled, his shoulders shaking just enough to make his sweater shift in the most distracting way. You were about to tell yourself to get it together when he suddenly leaned forward again, his elbow propped on the table and his chin resting on his hand.

"So," he said casually, "why did you really sign up for tutoring? You don't seem like the type to give up easily."

You froze. Was he teasing you? His tone was light, but his eyes held genuine curiosity.

"Um," you stalled, trying to come up with a reasonable answer that didn’t involve your professor practically begging you to get help. "I guess I just… wanted to make sure I didn’t fail? You know, for my GPA."

He nodded thoughtfully, and for a moment, you thought you’d gotten away with it.

"Fair enough," he said. But then his lips quirked into a smirk. "But you might want to stop zoning out so much during our sessions if you really want that GPA to survive."

Your face burned. "I don’t—" You cut yourself off, realizing how defensive you sounded. "I’m not zoning out."

"Really?" he said, tilting his head. "Because every time I look up, you’re staring at me like I just said something in Greek."

"Maybe it’s because statistics is Greek," you shot back, desperate to steer the conversation away from your very obvious distraction.

He laughed again, and this time, it was louder, filling the quiet library room. His laughter wasn’t polished or quiet; it was unfiltered, almost boyish, and far too contagious.

“Well, maybe I should start explaining in actual Greek,” he teased, closing your textbook with a soft thud. “Or we could call it a day. You’re making progress, but your brain looks like it’s about to overheat.”

You opened your mouth to protest but realized he wasn’t wrong. “Fine,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “But next time, you’re bringing snacks. Brain fuel and all that.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You’re really bold for someone who just admitted to hating this entire subject.”

“And yet,” you shot back, gathering your things, “you’re still tutoring me. So, who’s the real fool here?”

His laughter bubbled up again, softer this time, and you felt a small swell of pride at having made him laugh. It was quickly replaced by a flutter of nerves when he reached over to tap the corner of your notebook.

“Same time next week?” he asked, his voice a little quieter.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. “Thanks, Seokjin.”

He smiled, a soft, almost shy thing, and nodded. “Anytime.”

The following week, you found yourself looking forward to tutoring. Not because of the subject (God, no), but because of him. Every time you walked into the library and saw him waiting there, his glasses perched on his nose and a soft smile playing on his lips, it was like a little jolt of electricity.

This time, Seokjin greeted you with a coffee cup and a small bag of pastries.

“Fuel,” he said, holding them out. “For the overworked student who claims to hate stats but keeps showing up anyway.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You actually brought snacks? You know I was just kidding.”

He shrugged, but there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I thought it might help. Plus, bribery works wonders for focus.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only when I have pastries,” he replied, sliding one toward you.

For the next hour, you worked through problems, your frustration ebbing slightly thanks to the sugar and Seokjin’s patient explanations. Still, your focus wavered every now and then—especially when he leaned closer to check your work, his glasses slipping down his nose just enough to make your heart race.

“You’re doing better,” he said, his tone genuinely impressed. “See? I told you it wasn’t hopeless.”

“Maybe it’s your teaching,” you replied without thinking, and then froze when his ears turned pink.

“Maybe,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to yours for just a moment before he cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s try this one.”

But as the session went on, you noticed it wasn’t just you who seemed distracted. Seokjin kept fiddling with his pen, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual. When he leaned closer to point something out, you thought you caught him glance at your lips before quickly looking back at the page.

By the time the session ended, your heart was pounding, and you weren’t sure if it was from the stats or something else entirely.

The next morning, an email from Seokjin had come in.

Hey, just a heads-up—I’m not going to campus today, but if you still want to meet, we can do the session at my place. Let me know if that works.

It had taken you all of five seconds to reply.

That’s fine, I really need this session. Text me the address.

And now here you were, standing outside Seokjin’s apartment with your notebook clutched to your chest and a slight flutter of nerves in your stomach.

You knocked twice, and within seconds, the door swung open.

“Hey,” Seokjin said, his usual soft smile in place. He was dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and somehow he looked even better like this—comfortable and casual, with his hair slightly tousled as if he’d just run his hands through it.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

His apartment was small but cozy, with warm lighting, a neatly arranged bookshelf, and a faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. There was a laptop open on the coffee table and a few notebooks stacked beside it.

“You didn’t have to bring all your stuff,” he said, eyeing the books tucked under your arm.

“I didn’t know what to expect,” you admitted, setting your things down on the table. “But I’m not taking any chances with finals week coming up in a couple weeks.”

He chuckled, gesturing toward the couch. “Well, you’re in luck. I even made coffee. Or tea, if that’s more your thing.”

You sat down, trying not to notice how close he was when he joined you. The couch wasn’t exactly huge, and the way his knee brushed against yours when he shifted sent a jolt through you.

“Okay,” he said, pulling a notebook onto his lap. “Let’s start with the practice problems I sent you last week.”

At first, it was just like any other session—him explaining concepts, you trying to keep up. But the proximity was impossible to ignore. Every time he leaned over to point at your notebook or correct something, his voice seemed lower, softer, and his presence far too distracting.

“Almost,” Seokjin murmured, his hand brushing yours as he reached for your pencil. “You just forgot to divide by the total here.”

You froze, watching the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil. They were long and elegant, and when he looked up, his face was only inches from yours.

“Oh,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavier. You could see the faint pink on his ears again, the way his lashes fluttered just slightly when he blinked.

“Here,” he said, pulling back and clearing his throat. “Try it again.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to focus on the problem. But as the session went on, the tension only grew.

At one point, you leaned over to grab your eraser from the table, and when you straightened up, your shoulder brushed against his. It was such a small thing, but the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his hoodie lingered.

“Sorry,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure why.

“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, his voice a little tighter than usual.

By the end of the session, you were both more relaxed—or at least pretending to be. The stack of practice problems had dwindled, and Seokjin leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms over his head with a groan.

“You’re actually getting good at this,” he said, his voice teasing but genuine. “See? Told you stats wasn’t impossible.”

“Only because you’re a good tutor,” you replied, surprising yourself with how easily the words came out.

Seokjin paused mid-stretch, his eyes meeting yours. There was something unreadable in his expression, but it disappeared quickly as he smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up again.

The conversation might’ve ended there, but then you noticed a small smudge of ink beside his cushiony lips—probably from when he’d been jotting down notes earlier.

“You’ve got…” You hesitated, gesturing vaguely at your own face. “Ink. Right there.”

“Where?” he asked, frowning as he touched his cheek, missing the spot entirely.

“Here,” you said, leaning forward without thinking. Your hand brushed against his jaw as you wiped at the smudge with your thumb, and you felt him go completely still under your touch.

When you realized what you were doing, you froze too, your eyes locking with his. His gaze flicked to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might close the distance between you.

“Got it,” you said quickly, pulling back and trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice lower than before.

The rest of the session ended in a flurry of awkward goodbyes and hurried packing, but as you left his apartment, you couldn’t shake the memory of how close you’d been—or the way his lips had looked in that moment, soft and impossibly inviting.

After the first session at Seokjin’s apartment, the two of you fell into a new rhythm. Instead of meeting at the library, you started alternating between your places. It was more convenient, and though neither of you said it out loud, it felt… comfortable. Familiar. Like a natural evolution of whatever this was between you.

For your next session, Seokjin arrived a few minutes early, balancing a bag of takeout in one hand and his ever-present notebook in the other.

“You didn’t have to bring food,” you said, stepping aside to let him in.

He shrugged, setting the bag on your coffee table. “Consider it payment for making me leave the house on a Saturday.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, sitting beside him on the couch. As the session began, you noticed how different it felt having him here, in your space. The way he looked so at ease, leaning back against your cushions, his long legs stretching out in front of him.

At one point, you got up to grab your water bottle, and when you came back, Seokjin had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Do you always study with a giant stuffed bear on your couch?” he teased, holding up the plushie you’d forgotten to hide.

Your face burned. “It’s comfortable, okay?”

“I’m not judging,” he said, his grin widening. “I’m just saying, you could’ve warned me I’d have competition.”

You groaned, grabbing the bear from him and tossing it aside. But the playful banter eased the tension, making the session feel more like hanging out than studying.

By the time you’d finished the practice problems, Seokjin stretched his arms over his head and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Okay, enough stats for one day. My brain is fried,” he declared.

“Yeah same,” you sighed before raising an eyebrow. “Is this how you treat all your students?”

“Only the ones who threaten to fail without me,” he shot back, smirking.

Your next session was set to be at your apartment again, with Seokjin arriving at your apartment looking as put-together as ever. You were already flustered—having barely managed to shove your laundry into a basket to make the place look semi-presentable.

"Don’t judge," you warned as he stepped in, glancing around your living room.

“I’m not,” he replied, amused. “I’ve seen worse.”

The session went smoothly enough, but at some point, Seokjin needed a pen.

"Do you have another one?" he asked, looking up from his notebook.

"Yeah, let me grab one!" you said, heading toward your desk.

Before you could, though, Seokjin leaned over the arm of the couch to grab your backpack—and froze, pulling out an article of clothing instead.

"Uh…" His voice trailed off as he held it up—a lacy, bright-colored bra that you’d obviously forgotten to hide.

You whipped around, horrified. “Oh my God, Seokjin, put that down!”

But instead of being embarrassed, he smirked, dangling the bra by one strap.

“Well,” he said, his tone teasing but his ears betraying him with a hint of redness, “I didn’t know tutoring came with such… unexpected discoveries.”

“Stop!” you yelped, lunging forward to snatch it from him.

He laughed, holding it just out of reach. “Is this what you’ve been distracted by during our sessions? Should I start dressing fancier to compete?”

“Seokjin, I swear—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he relented, handing it back to you with a grin. But the way his eyes lingered on your flustered expression made your heart pound.

“Next time, I’m hiring a professional tutor,” you muttered, stuffing the bra into your laundry basket.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure you will.”

A couple days later, Seokjin had invited you over again, this time for a movie. Although, if you were being honest with yourself, the movie was probably the last thing on either of your minds.

"Okay, so you’re telling me you’ve never seen this movie?" Seokjin asked, holding up the DVD case like it was a sacred relic.

“Not everyone’s a walking encyclopedia of rom-coms,” you shot back, leaning back against the armrest of his couch.

“It’s not just a rom-com,” he argued, waving the case in front of you like it was the most important thing on the planet. “It’s a classic. You’ll thank me later.”

With a dramatic sigh, you gave in, letting him pop the DVD into the player. Soon enough, you were both nestled comfortably on his couch, a bowl of popcorn between you.

The movie started off fine enough, but as it went on, your attention started to wander. Seokjin’s proximity—the feeling of his body so close to yours, the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, his knee brushing against yours whenever he shifted—was far more distracting than the plot.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows across his features, making him look even more attractive. His lips, soft and slightly parted as he laughed at some of the jokes, became the sole object of your focus.

"You’re quiet," he murmured during a lull in the movie, glancing at you sideways with a teasing look.

"Just… paying attention," you mumbled, not daring to look at him.

"Are you, though?" he teased, shifting slightly to face you. "Because you’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes."

Your face immediately heated up. “I have not!”

“Hmm,” he hummed, clearly enjoying your reaction. His smirk widened as he leaned in just a little closer, his face filling your vision. “You sure about that? I wouldn’t mind.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you couldn’t help but look at his lips. His voice had dropped a few notches, and his gaze softened, no longer playful but searching—waiting for something unspoken. The noise of the movie faded as the tension in the air between you two thickened, heavy and palpable.

“Seokjin,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft, but the way he looked at you—intent and steady—sent a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes darted to his lips for just a moment, and that was all it took. His playful smirk faded, and his expression shifted to something far more sincere, far more urgent. Slowly, his hand lifted, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before lingering near your cheek, his touch light but warm.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gentle, tentative, almost like a question. You froze for a split second, heart racing, but your body moved on instinct. Your hands gripped the front of his sweater, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened.

The movie continued in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore. Seokjin's hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer, his lips moving against yours with more urgency. You kissed him back, eager, your body instinctively pressing against his.

His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, then moved to your lips, caressing them softly before slipping back into the kiss. The sensation was intoxicating—electric. You could feel his heart racing against yours as his lips grew more demanding, his kisses coming faster, deeper.

The soft glow from the TV flickered across his features, making everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if this moment wasn’t really happening. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat of his chest, the firmness of his body, left you breathless as you melted into him.

Then, just as the kiss grew more heated, a dramatic swell of music from the movie blasted through the speakers, breaking the spell.

Seokjin pulled back slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, eyes dark with desire. He glanced toward the screen, looking a little amused before turning back to you.

“We won’t be needing this anymore,” he murmured, his voice low as he reached for the remote, never breaking eye contact. The click of the TV turning off was the only sound in the room now, the sudden silence making everything feel more intense.

Before you could even process what had just happened, Seokjin leaned in again, his lips crashing into yours with renewed fervor. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. His lips were hotter now, more demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your hands roamed up to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, before you slid your hands into his hair, tugging him closer. He groaned against your lips, his fingers digging into your back as the kiss deepened further, passion igniting between you. The sensation of his lips moving against yours—of his body pressing closer to yours—made your head spin.

You could feel his hands exploring your body, his fingertips brushing the curve of your side, making your breath hitch. His mouth never left yours, the kiss turning into something desperate, almost frantic, as if neither of you could wait any longer. Seokjin’s breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you both lost yourselves in the kiss.

Your bodies were tangled in the soft cushions of the couch now, the world outside fading into oblivion. Every kiss, every touch, felt like an invitation to something more.

Seokjin finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, his thumb brushing along your jaw.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “I’m more than okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky but full of longing.

Seokjin’s eyes searched yours, his thumb still brushing along your jaw as if grounding himself in the moment. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, a glance at the clock over his shoulder made your heart drop.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, sitting up abruptly. “I have class in fifteen minutes!”

Seokjin blinked in surprise, then let out a soft laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not!” you exclaimed, frantically gathering your scattered belongings.

He leaned back against the couch, arms draped casually along the cushions, watching you with a grin that made your heart race all over again. “You sure you don’t want to skip? I mean, we were in the middle of something really important.”

You shot him a glare, though the heat in your cheeks probably made it far less intimidating. “Nice try, Seokjin. I can’t fail this class because of you.”

“Fair,” he conceded, standing to walk you to the door. But as you reached for the doorknob, he tugged you back, planting a quick, heated kiss on your lips that left you breathless. “Hurry back when you’re done,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

From that day on, a pattern emerged. Every time you came over—whether to study, watch a movie, or just hang out—the two of you would inevitably end up tangled together, lips locked and breaths mingling. It didn’t matter if it was before or after you hit the books; somehow, the boundaries between tutoring sessions and heated makeout sessions blurred until they were almost nonexistent.

It became your guilty pleasure, a secret routine that neither of you dared to acknowledge aloud. And then, finally, the day of the exam arrived.

You walked into the lecture hall with butterflies in your stomach and left with a grin you couldn’t contain. A 91! You had passed, and not just barely—you’d crushed it. The first thing you did after checking your grade was text Seokjin, your fingers flying over the keyboard as you told him the news.

His response was instant: Come over. We’re celebrating.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Within minutes, you were at his door, and before you could even step inside, Seokjin was pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours.

“Congratulations,” he murmured against your lips, his voice warm and full of pride.

But there was no time for further words. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that sent sparks shooting down your spine. You barely registered the door closing behind you as the two of you stumbled into the apartment, too caught up in each other to care.

His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that made your heart race, slipping beneath your shirt to explore the bare skin underneath. You tugged at his hoodie, eager to feel more of him, and he obliged, pulling it off in one fluid motion before his lips found yours again.

This time, there was no stopping, no holding back. The couch cushions were a familiar backdrop as Seokjin pressed you down, his body warm and solid against yours. His kisses grew deeper as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his eyes flicking up to yours for permission. When you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, he didn’t hesitate.

With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, lingering on the lacy bra you’d decided to wear that day.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his tone teasing as his fingers ghosted over the edge of the fabric. “You wore this? Almost like you were expecting to celebrate.” he teased, his fingers grazing the edge of your lacy bra. His smirk was back, though it softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your collarbone.

“Shut up,” you managed, breathless and flustered, though the way your hands gripped his shoulders betrayed your eagerness.

Your face burned, and you tried to turn away, but his hand cupped your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. His grin widened, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“I wasn’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh.

“Relax,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m not complaining. In fact…” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I think it’s perfect.”

His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his hands sliding up your sides as he explored every inch of you. When his lips finally returned to yours, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, his body pressing against yours as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Your hands found their way to his shirt, tugging at the fabric until he got the hint and pulled it off. You couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer.

“Still think I’m the one who expected this?” you teased, emboldened by his reaction.

Seokjin paused, his lips hovering over yours as he chuckled, low and rich. “Oh, I definitely did. But I’m glad you were prepared too.”

With that, he captured your lips again, the playful banter melting away as the moment grew even more heated. The air between you was thick with desire, every touch, every kiss igniting a fire that neither of you wanted to put out.

As the kiss deepened, Seokjin's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips. Your own hands were just as busy, exploring the contours of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders.

The room around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment. The darkness was almost palpable, a living thing that wrapped itself around you, holding you close. You felt like you were drowning in Seokjin's eyes, those piercing brown orbs that seemed to see right through to your very soul.

And yet, even as you felt like you were losing yourself in him, you knew that this was exactly where you wanted to be. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for all along.

Seokjin's lips left yours for a moment, and he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "I want to see all of you," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to touch every inch of your skin."

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as he spoke, but you couldn't help the way your body responded to his words. You nodded slowly, and Seokjin's eyes flashed with excitement.

With gentle fingers, he reached behind you and unfastened the clasp on your bra. The straps slid down your arms, and Seokjin's eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare skin. He reached out a hand and cupped one breast in his palm, his thumb tracing circles around the nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

As Seokjin's hands continued to caress your breasts, his mouth descended upon them, his plump lips wrapping around one nipple with a gentle reverence. The softness and fullness of his lips were almost distracting, making you wonder how something so visually appealing could also feel so incredible. He kissed the nipple softly, his lips molding around it as he sucked gently.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his lips tracing circles around the nipple before wrapping around it again. The sensation was exquisite, and you felt yourself arching your back, pushing into his touch as he continued to kiss and suckle your breasts.

After lavishing attention on your breasts, Seokjin's mouth began to kiss down your stomach, his lips tracing a path of fire along your skin. With each kiss, you felt anticipation build within you. He teased you with each touch of his lips, getting closer and closer to the heat between your legs but never quite reaching it. The suspense was deliciously agonizing.

Finally, Seokjin returned to your lips, kissing them with a fervor that left you breathless. His tongue danced against yours as he deepened the kiss. He didn't stop there; his mouth wandered to your neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin.

"Your lips are so fucking perfect," you whispered into his ear, running your fingers over their full shape in awe. "They feel as good as they look."

Seokjin chuckled low in his throat but didn't stop kissing and sucking on your neck. After a few moments of this sensual assault on your senses, he pulled back slightly and whispered against your earlobe.

"Enough of my lips; time to see what yours can do."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air between you like an unfinished challenge waiting for resolution - Seokjin stood up from where they had been sitting together on couch pulling both pants & boxers all way down letting them pool at feet before taking seat once more now fully exposed

You got onto your knees between his legs spread wide and proceeded to give him a blow job. You began by licking his quivering length, taking its head into your mouth. You started sucking gently, gradually increasing suction pressure and movement speed.

Your hand rose to begin stroking his shaft up and down while continuing to suck on it, your fingers wrapped tightly around base, moving in the opposite direction of your head bobbing. You made sure to pay special attention to the ridge just beneath where the head of his cock meets the shaft, knowing the extra sensitivity there.

As you continued to stroke and suck, Seokjin's eyes remained locked on yours, besides when he'd occasionally draw his head back in rawr pleasure. His hands rested on your head, gently guiding the pace but letting you set the rhythm. The sensation of his fingers in your hair, combined with the taste and feel of him in your mouth, was incredibly erotic.

You could feel his excitement building, his breathing getting heavier, and his muscles tensing under your touch. Encouraged by his reactions, you deepened the suction slightly, moving your head in a steady bobbing motion while your hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft.

Seokjin's moans filled the air, soft at first but growing louder as he neared climax. His hands tightened in your hair, not pulling but applying gentle pressure as if urging you on without wanting to disrupt the perfect rhythm you'd established.

Just as it seemed like he was about to come, Seokjin suddenly pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion. "Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, "I want to come inside you."

He gently helped you up from your knees and led you back to the couch. This time, as he sat down, he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. The position was intimate and vulnerable at the same time.

With deft hands, Seokjin guided himself into you, filling a void that had been aching for fulfillment since this encounter began. As he entered deeper into you, your warmth enveloped around him fully. Everything else faded away, leaving only the sensations between two people completely lost within another.

The movement started slow but was soon quickened, as he grew more desperate. The two of you lost track of the time or your surroundings, solely existing in the moment of moving bodies seeking release.

As the movements became more rhythmic and intense, the connection between you and Seokjin deepened. Every thrust, every sensation, seemed to be amplified.

Your hands were on his shoulders, his around your waist, holding you close as you moved together. Seokjin's eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire. Yet, there was also a tenderness there, a care that made this feel like more than just a physical act. It was as if he was seeing into your very soul, and you into his.

The pace quickened, the intensity building until it felt like everything was going to shatter apart at any moment. But instead of fear or anxiety, there was only anticipation - a desperate longing for that release.

And then, in an instant that seemed to stretch out forever, it happened. Seokjin's body tensed beneath yours, his muscles hardening as he came inside you. The sensation triggered your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a stormy sea.

For what felt like an eternity, you just sat there, wrapped in each other's arms as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through your bodies. It wasn't until your breathing began to slow that reality started seeping back in - the feel of the couch beneath you, the sound of your heartbeats slowly synchronizing back into separate rhythms.

Seokjin's arms loosened their hold on you slightly but didn't let go. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly before whispering against your skin.

"Looks like all our hard work paid off. Congrats on passing, beautiful."

a/n: wahoo! feel free to leave feedback, hope you all enjoyed!

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purplemoon7 · 2 months ago

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Kitchen Shenanigans

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Seokjin is hopelessly in love with his wife, and nights like this—messy, breathless, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊��𝒈 — Seokjin x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.3k

Warnings! FLUFF! pure fluff, established relationship, husband!Seokjin, playful flour fight, suggestive touching, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There are a lot of things you expected from marriage—laundry piles, late-night kisses, joint grocery shopping—but somehow, standing in your kitchen at 12:47 AM with flour in your bra was not on the list.

“Yah! You started it!” you squeal, ducking behind the island as Jin launches another handful of flour into the air.

He’s laughing so hard he’s bent over, hands on his knees, shoulders shaking. “You threw it first, baby! I’m just paying you back!”

You peek over the counter, grinning, hair a wild halo around your head. Your curls are dusted white at the tips, like someone went crazy with powdered sugar. You’re wearing one of his old shirts and panties, barefoot and flushed with heat and laughter.

He’s ridiculous. Tall and broad and handsome, even with flour smudged on his cheek, his dark hair messy from running his hands through it. His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you—that genuine, boyish smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

“You’re evil,” you accuse, trying to swipe flour off your arms. It just smears worse. “Look what you did to me!”

Jin saunters around the counter, wiggling his eyebrows. “I dunno, baby. I think you look pretty cute like this.”

He reaches for you, but you stick your tongue out at him, peeking just in time to catch his eye. He grins wickedly at you, and you know exactly what that look means.

You squeal again, turning to run, but he’s faster—always faster. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, catching you mid-sprint. You yelp, kicking your feet as he spins you around effortlessly. The kitchen spins, and then he’s setting you down.

He dips his head, grinning like a devil. “Got you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and smug.

You’re laughing too hard to fight him off, hands clumsily gripping his forearms. He’s all warm muscle and strength, and you’re no match for him. He walks you backward until your hips bump the counter, trapping you between the cold marble and his warm, solid chest.

The world tilts. The air shifts.

It gets quiet.

His hands stay at your waist, but his grip softens, thumbs stroking little circles into your sides. Your breathing slows, chests brushing with every inhale. Your curls tickle his chin, and you can feel his heart thudding against your back.

You glance up at him, tilting your head. There’s flour in your hair, and your eyes are sparkling, and Seokjin thinks he’s seeing heaven in human form.

He leans forward, and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he stops a breath away. His breath ghosts over your lip, dark eyes soft and fond as he watches you, flour streaked across your face.

You lick your lips. His eyes dip to them, and he swallows hard.

“Hi,” you whisper, a little breathless.

His grin softens into something sweeter. "Hi."

Then, without another word, he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing at all.

You gasp, hands gripping the edge for balance, but he steps between your knees before you can protest. His hands slide up your thighs, warm and sure, and he leans in again to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You drive me crazy,” he says, voice low and fond, and you can’t help but smile. His hands are warm and gentle on your thighs, and your knees brush his sides.

“You like it,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah,” he says, nuzzling your throat. “I really, really do.”

He presses a soft kiss to your jaw, and then another one, and another. You tilt your head back, letting him work, eyes fluttering shut as his lips brush your skin. His touch is so gentle you almost shiver.

“Jin,” you murmur, and his name is enough.

Before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you.

It starts slow—soft, teasing, mouths brushing like the idea of a kiss. But then you tug him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he groans into your mouth, deepening it. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing like he can’t get enough of you.

He tastes like chocolate. He smells like flour and vanilla and the faint, woodsy cologne you gave him for Christmas last year. You run your fingers through his hair and tug him closer, kissing him slow and sweet.

His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and you nudge your knees wider, letting him sink closer to you. The counter is cold at your thighs, but Seokjin is warm and solid against you.

You feel him smiling into the kiss, and you smile too, brushing your nose against his. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and then you’re kissing again, slow and sweet. You hum against him, tangling your fingers in his hair, feeling the way he presses into you. His tongue brushes against yours, hot and lazy, like he’s savoring you.

When he shifts his hips forward, you feel it—hard and hot against your inner thigh. You gasp against his mouth, but he just hums, nipping your bottom lip gently. He does it again, this time with more pressure, and a moan slips out of you before you can stop it.

He groans in response, hips jerking against yours. You feel him hard and heavy between your thighs, and you whine into his mouth, shifting closer.

“Bedroom?” he asks, pulling back enough to look at you.

“Fuck yes,” you say immediately, and Jin’s eyes darken.

He kisses you again—hard and fast and filthy, just how you like it. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you cling to him, kissing him back just as desperately. He groans, low and desperate, and lifts you off the counter with one smooth motion. You squeal, arms looping around his neck as he bounces you once, twice—carrying you like it's the easiest thing in the world.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he says, grinning against your temple.

You giggle, dizzy and in love and a little breathless, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re covered in flour,” you tease, laughing as you rub the smudge on his cheek with your thumb.

“You’re worse,” he counters, nipping at your jaw.

You’re still laughing when he kicks the bedroom door open with his foot, depositing you onto the bed with a playful growl. The mattress bounces under you, and you yelp, sprawled out and grinning up at him.

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him, revealing warm golden skin and the toned muscles you can never stop staring at.

“You’re staring,” he teases, crawling onto the bed toward you.

“Can you blame me?” you shoot back, smirking.

He grabs your ankle, dragging you closer with a wicked glint in his eye. “mine,” he growls playfully, kissing your knee, your thigh, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

Your breath catches, your hands finding his hair again as he moves higher, lips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Jin,” you whimper, hips lifting instinctively.

He looks up at you from under his lashes, eyes dark and heavy with want.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough.

And he does. He always has.

Marriage isn't perfect. There were laundry piles, and grocery lists, and nights where you argued about stupid things like who left the milk out. But there were also nights like this—where love fills every crack in the walls, every heartbeat, every breath.

Where you loved each other so much, it was dizzying.

And God, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You pull him up to you, mouths crashing together again, hands roaming, bodies desperate to be closer, closer, closer. He grinds into you, hard and aching, and you moan into his mouth, tugging him down so your bodies press perfectly together.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants against your lips, voice shaking.

“I love you,” you whisper without hesitation, cradling his face in your hands.

His eyes soften—sweet, vulnerable Jin. Your Jin. He kisses you again, pouring every ounce of love he has into it, into you.

And somewhere between the giggles, the flour, and the kisses, you realize—

Midnight baking disasters might just be your new favorite thing.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

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zourrysecrets · 8 months ago

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🫂🫧🪐🌍🐟

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7brownsuga7 · 1 year ago

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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

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winterzsurprise · 8 months ago

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Crimson Lovers • KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

SUMMARY: “I'd spoil you rotten, put you in the nicest, most expensive clothing and I'd still have more to spend on you for an eternity.” Jin whispered into your lips like a promise. If it weren't for your lust addled mind, you'd believe him. “You like wealth, princess? I have plenty. My coven has a dragon, he'd spoil you rotten, he’d stop at nothing to give you everything you'd ever wanted.”

Or alternatively, your friend’s only solution to you being a broke college student with a family to feed is to attend a private feeding party where the most affluent vampires are in attendance to drink fresh blood in exchange for money and get yourself in trouble with the infamous Kim Coven.

Tags: Vampire! Seokjin, Half-Faerie! Reader, Mythical Creatures AU!, SMUT, Cunnilingus, Magic slick (Seokjin passed out from it lmao), Blood sucking(obvs), not beta read.

Words: 5.1k

I just found this one collecting dust in the vault so I decided to post it here since it'll be a shame if I don't post a 5k words worth work. Its supposed to be the first chapter for a mythical creatures and reincarnation au bts x reader story but I immediately hit a wall.

I'll prolly pick it up in the future idk.

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Never in your life have you ever thought a single sheet of paper could weigh so heavily in the palm of your hands like it holds the heaviness of your future.

Depending on your answer, it does.

The card was a vibrant crimson with a nice golden design of modest swirls as margins for the text that are colored in silver, the material no doubt expensive. It was an invitation to a private feeding after all, how could it look shabby when only a selected few are given the opportunity to attend?

By selecting a few, you meant people from affluent backgrounds and some unfortunate people desperate for money.

It was obvious what category you’d fall into.

If you were to attend the party.

“Stop staring at it like it offended your ancestors, I'm just suggesting it.”

Soomin, your friend since high school, says.

“Where did you even get this? You don't know any vampires, do you?”

She shrugs, leaning back into her armchair. “Got a few favours. You were complaining about needing money and thought I could use some of them.”

Scratching your head, you read the card's contents with careful apprehension.

“Relax, it's not enchanted to track where it goes. It's just a normal card, you know I wouldn't force you into something if safety wasn't guaranteed.”

Before leaving the herd to pursue college far from the safety of family wards, your mother had enchanted your accessories with aura suppressors and glamours to prevent people from knowing your heritage.

You were told of horrors of the inhabitants outside the plane, both mortals and supernaturals turning over every leaf in the forest just for a whiff of a faerie.

Your blood is as precious as its golden colour, said to restore even the weakest mortal on its deathbed to pristine condition with a mere drop and turn a half vampire’s miniscule powers into a bottomless pit of a royal pureblood.

Faeries live in constant danger and you'd be damned if you weren’t taught to overthink everything.

“It’s anonymous, they’ll have you wear a mask, don't overthink it too much. My aunt used to tell me ‘your body is an emergency fund, every part of you is profitable. You just need to know the right place.’ or in my case, a man.”

She says, wiggling her fingers in front of your face where a gigantic pink diamond glimmered under the light above you, an engagement ring from the werewolf she bagged from dancing haphazardly on a stranger one friday night.

It's her pride, being able to capture the attention of one of the country's most attractive bachelors. It gave her a confidence that soared so high in the skies, she had nudged the space terminal. You couldn't even blame her for thinking so, knowing you'd share the same sentiments if it were you.

But still, daring to wander around without the wards your mother has spent years of creating to keep you safe, it makes your stomach churn.

Placing the card and pushing it as far as you could, you lean back into the chair.

“I don't know… It's really risky.”

“I’m just suggesting here,” she sighs, sliding the paper back in front of you and patting it. “If all goes well, you wouldn't need to work overtime for a year at least.”

“You saying that only makes me overthink it even more.”

She rolls her eyes playfully.

You knew she was right and the prospect of not working for a year is tempting. But a part of you frowned at the thought of risking your safety for a couple of zeroes in your bank account. Pride is such a fickle thing, so easily threatened and dragged through the mud when desperation kicks in.

But what is Pride in the face of your mountainous pending bills?

Not to mention, your mother and little brother's living situation back in the province. Soobin needed new shoes for school, you've seen how well-worn it has been—if well-worn meant clumsily glued back soles onto the upper body for the nth time with shoelaces frizzled and pulled taut from being twisted into knots and years of washing.

Your barista and supermarket cashier job nor your mother's job as a saleslady in the wet market doesn't reward you enough to save for his shoe while trying to sustain both you and your family, you need more. Taking on another 9-5 job is far from the solution.

Grabbing the paper with a newfound heaviness in your body, you sighed. The address encrusted in silver stood out in the seas of crimson reds, rooting your eyes onto the text.

“You asked for my help and I offer this–this somewhat long term solution.”

“But what if someone tries to track my blood back to me?”

Your mother and brother are counting on you, her salary from selling in the market aren't enough for the both of them. If you were to disappear they would sink further than you all already are, Soobin would stop attending school in favour of working. The guilt from seeing your mother bend over her back to be able to put food on the table would kill him.

It's a burdening feeling you wouldn't wish upon him. He should only know to have fun, make friends, and experience life in high school like a normal teen would.

You can't afford to put yourself in danger.

“I’ll put my name on the list instead. I promise you that you'll be safe, you just need to find someone to feed on you and then you can go, easy money!”

Seeing the hesitance in your eyes, she continued.

“Sometimes you just need to live a little. There's rewards in risking, you know?”

But then again, nor can you afford new shoes for Soobin with your minimum wage jobs.

With a defeated sigh, you looked up to meet your friend's eyes.

“How should I dress?”

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He should've known better than attending parties the prehistoric council members had invited him into, you'd think centuries of politics would render him immune to these tricky situations yet here he is, standing awkwardly in the middle of the meeting room while holding said invitation and a cocktail. The old geezer was already gone by the time he realised his mistake.

The envelope was a deep hue of red, a foretelling sign of what the party might be about.

It wasn't a shock when he saw the neatly imprinted silver text on the thick crimson paper telling him of a private feeding gathering for both the fortunate and the unfortunate on Saturday.

While being a vampire himself, he never had to feed on strangers when he had his coven to fill him up for the next month or so. His age has allowed him longer intervals between feeding and at this point, he has grown nonchalant with that aspect of his life.

Obviously, he should've ripped it to shreds and incinerated the damn thing.

But a voice whispered at the back of his, urging him to join the small gathering. A nagging feeling tugging at him and telling him he'd miss something important if he were to dismiss the invitation. Yet when asked why he went, he said it's to oversee the event undercover.

He could still feel the burning curious gaze of his brothers on his skin.

Which brings him to his current predicament, fighting off the urge to yawn from the absolute boredom caused by newbloods breaking their backs to impress potential business partners and blood donors.

He silently thanked whoever thought it was a good idea to have guests wear masks. There would've been heaps upon heaps of scandals if he were to be spotted in a feeding party, not to mention, the newbloods trying to peacock their way to being sponsored by the Kim Coven and from the rising irritation burning his back, he might shave off a huge number off the vampire population.

He couldn't remember the times he had done his route around the hall, trying to avoid people vying for a morsel of attention and trying his best to not stay still in one place for people to recognize him but he did know that if he were to go around once more, he's leaving once and for all.

Downing his last martini, he stood up.

Only for a dizzying scent to knock him back into his seat. It grabbed onto his throat with a tight grip, stuffing his head and demanding his attention. It smelled like the sweetest of sin, honeyed and dripping thick on his tongue.

A faerie’s blood, although from a half, is still as tantalising as a pure blooded one.

He hears the murmurs, could feel multiple spawns’ auras spilling out of their body, their greed relentless and non-discriminating as it lashed out over each other, fighting to be noticed by the woman in the black bodycon dress. Why are they looking at her? How dare they lay their eyes on what's mine—

He immediately shook the thought away, making a note to review it later.

You strode into the middle of the ballroom with a sway to your hips, lips painted in the hue of blood stretching into a coy smile as vampires of all ages take a step towards your direction. The dress didn't leave much to the imagination with its thin fabric clinging onto your form tightly. From the spaghetti straps hanging flimsily on your shoulders to the low dip of its collar between the mounds of your chest and the high slits on one side to reveal the plumpness of your thighs, you were mouth watering in every way possible.

With pouty lips tinted in crimson red and hair loosely curled on the side of your face. You were a sight to behold.

Seeing you stride in with all that skin displayed for everyone to see, a ravenous monster at the back of his mind resurfaces. Greed and possessiveness of the others seeped into his skin, awakening something he had long buried.

A potential mate, his mind had whispered

Fuck, you're driving him insane.

Seokjin didn't notice his feet moving, following the alluring scent beckoning him close as if hypnotised but he did see the flirtatious narrowing of your eyes as he approached. If his power is spilling over the floor and deterring everyone from daring to get in between you both, he ignored it.

In fact, he revelled in their soured faces and shivering bodies.

He wasn't one for claiming territories nor was he the type to flaunt his power but for tonight, he'll make an exception.

No one is to dare interrupt him.

“What's a pretty faerie like you doing outside of their realm?”

He tried so hard not to stare at the delectable view of the mounds of your breast or the unblemished skin of your neck and chest but it's difficult with the view granted by his height. Your heartbeat pulsed nervously despite the flirtatious mask you so perfectly strut with.

He could practically taste your scent being this close and his throat dries up.

Fuck, you're gonna make him religious.

“The same as the other women in pretty dresses in this room, darling. Money.”

“Aren't you scared people might hurt you?” It was a genuine question, if he wasn't here to step over the pining prospects, he didn't want to imagine how they would've killed each other for a glance.

You would've been ravaged, you were bold for strutting into a room full of ravenous vampires. It was impressive as much as it made his blood curl. He pushed the thought away, he wouldn't want to scare you off by decorating the hall in gore.

Seokjin could feel your fear, could hear it from the racing beats of your heart under flesh and bones. You were nervous, no doubt ready to bolt the moment you were approached by the predators surrounding you in all directions yet you faced him head on with a false confidence he started to think is real.

If fear were to ever linger in the corner of your eyes, he had a feeling it wouldn't end well for every supernatural in this room.

No one should ever dare scare you.

“I'm desperate. So, if you aren't trying to take me for the night, I have other guys pining for me so excuse—”

“I didn't say I didn't want you, sweetheart. I'm just trying to get to know you better.”

You stopped, looking up at him through your lashes as you stepped closer.

Lithe fingers boldly reached onto his tie pressed neatly behind his blazer—nails painted in a sinful red hue, he notes— tugging and twirling it between fingers as you stepped closer and closer, further drowning him in your delectable fragrance. Your nervous heart beats echoed in his ears and it sounded like the piper's capturing tune, your scent surrounds him like a haze of amortentia, demanding his attention on your eyes, your lips, your skin and to the dip in your waist. All Seokjin could think about was you.

Your soft flesh flashing up at him, teasing him and urging him to have a taste, to feel the rush of your blood coating his tongue and down his throat, to run his hands over your skin and have his marks littering its unblemished surface.

Suddenly his clothes felt suffocating in the heat of his desire.

Was he seriously this floored for someone whose face he hasn't seen?

“All you need to know is that I need a name to moan, handsome.”

He could feel the thread of his patience running thin, lust leaking in and clouding his judgement. He smirked. “Name’s Jin. What should I call you then, sweet thing?”

Your arms reached around his neck, body pressing flush into his chest as you looked up at him through lidded eyes. The size difference not going unnoticed, if anything, it made him want to drive a stake through his heart.

“Cherry.”

He doesn't know who started it first, nor does he remember how you both ended up in a private room after the feeding contract was signed, doors locked behind you both as he pressed you onto its wooden material, the masks long forgotten on the floor. Seokjin felt your lust in how your scent sweetened further like heaven's nectar, grabbing onto his throat and drowning him.

It almost felt sacrilegious that he gets to know you so intimately like this. Almost unfair how your desires grappled with his patience like a cat with a ball of yarn, temptation lighting his skin alight.

Pulling away, his lips immediately zeroed in on your neck. His fangs ached to be buried onto your precious skin but he knows better than to harvest his rewards early. He sucked bruises and marked your throat yet the greediness in his chest didn't relent, if anything, it rampaged further at the sight of you littered with his marks.

They looked so pretty on you.

“You're driving me insane.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Taking your lips once again with his, you engaged in a wild dance of teeth dragging over his lips and tongue clashing with yours before picking you up and taking you both to the bed at the far corner of the room.

The straps of your dress falling from your shoulders shouldn't have the effect it does to him yet here he is, throat tight and mouth watering as he hovers over your pliant body, full chest spilling on the sides of your body, raising with your laboured breath with cheeks flushed with desire. His hands pushed the offending fabric of your dress to bunch over your inner thighs, eyes greedily drinking in every inch of skin being revealed to him before noticing how the thick flesh managed to look so small under his palms.

His mouth dries.

He can't wait to see how Namjoon feels about the size difference between you. The man would lose every morsel of control.

“Stop staring!”

“Why should I? You look so pretty like this.”

There's something so sinfully divine in how the fabric only seems to cover the necessary parts of your body, trying its best—and failing—to hide you from his gaze, the devil about to corrupt your purity with a bite.

You whined, hand reaching for him as you flush darker at his comment.

You'd turn Yoongi into a devout worshipper who'd dedicate a thousand songs because of this sight alone.

He ran his hands across your thighs, thumb inching closer to your heat under the fabric and every time it neared your breath hitches. Your heartbeat thuds a little faster, a new melody he's grown to love.

Yoongi would've somehow composed a song with it.

“If you stare any longer, I'm going to start charging you.”

He didn't mean to laugh as hard as he did at that.

“Not much of a threat for me, sweetheart. I'm fucking rich.”

Your scent flares as you let out a soft moan and he captures your lips once more before pulling away with a smirk.

“I'd spoil you rotten, put you in the nicest, most expensive clothing and I'd still have more to spend on you for an eternity.”

You whined and it sounded like the sweetest melody he'd hear once he enters whatever heaven there is for the supernatural.

Seokjin didn't have a kink for spending money on someone nor did he imagine he'd have one, but as he drawled on, he couldn't help but imagine you in the most lavish fabric to pose for him and his coven members, to see your form covered in the softest of silk and the rarest of gems only their money could purchase, his throat tightened.

Taehyung’s designed clothes would fit you perfectly.

“You like wealth, princess? I have plenty. My coven has a dragon, he'd spoil you rotten, he’d stop at nothing to give you everything you'd ever wanted.”

You didn't react to his revelation and he takes it as a win, a silent acceptance of his coven.

“Please just touch me.”

“Where do you want me, princess?”

You take his hand, lithe and small against him, and bring it close to where you wanted him most between legs, nudging his fingers between folds and shocks shoots through his body. He groans, the lacy fabric already drenched with your arousal, doused with your addicting scent.

“I want your fingers inside me, Jinnie. Please?”

If you asked him for the universe with that voice, he would learn how to shrink it and hand it over to you the next day tied with a bowstring.

Are you aware of the power you hold over him?

Instead of moving, he let you move his wrist, watched you with rapt attention as his fingers dipped down your folds, hovering on your clenching hole before rising to nudge your clit, teasing your already sensitive self and moaning from the slightest of touch.

If it wasn't for the unfamiliar signature of a faerie in your scent, he would've thought you were a succubus.

“Look at you grinding on my knuckles so prettily, already so needy for me.”

He pressed light figures of eight on your button and drank in the sight of your desperation with rapt attention. Your hips twisted, eager for more. Tugging the fabric aside with the other hand, he toyed with your clit, using different pressures and motions to figure out what brings you the most pleasure before dipping a finger into you.

Your velvety walls fluttered around him, pulsing with need and tightening oh so deliciously on his finger. His cock stirs in his pants as he adds another digit, he can't wait to bury himself into your warmth.

Seeing you thrash around in pleasure as his fingers drove and curled inside you, got his body crawling with the intense feeling of greed. He wanted to see more of you, to have you on the brink of breaking. Suddenly, the dress flimsily covering you grew offensive. He eyed the material restricting his movements before pulling away from your cunt and reaching up to tug your panties off of you, discreetly tossing it into his spatial storage.

The dress is already halfway off your skin, he could easily tear them apart to replace them with a better, more expensive fabric but decided against it.

He sheds the clothing inch by inch, placing soft kisses and gentle nibbles to newly uncovered skin, leaving you breathless beneath him. Your scent flourished with your magic. It was electrifying. Intoxicating how your power seems to react so well with his.

Like you were meant to be.

Sitting back, he admired the divine artwork before him, embedding the sight into the walls of his brain. Your arms moved to cross over your breasts from his gaze making him reach down to entangle your fingers with his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Don't hide from me. You look so pretty like this.”

With you finally revealed bare beneath him, he wasted no more time, leaning down to your cunt where your scent was stronger and licked.

Your flavour explodes on his tongue and he groans. Whether it was just your scent he’s tasting or your arousal he could care less, mouth latching onto your folds and tongue lolling on your erect bead as he sucked. His head buzzed, intoxicated by the fluctuating aroma surrounding him. He could die happy between your shuddering thighs threatening to close around his face, he didn’t mind it though, he can go on without breathing if only he could taste your sweet nectar.

Tasting you felt blasphemous, like he broke every heavenly rule there is by having you drip on his tongue. Sinful and outright disrespectful, and he loved it.

Heat ravaged his entire being alight, desire running rampant and restless under his skin. His fingers roamed your uncharted skin possessively, digging his fingers onto flesh and dragging them down, cupping and squeezing whatever he could reach while his mouth busied with your clit. Your hands grabbed at his head, fingers threading and entangling themselves onto his hair, confused whether to push him away or to tug him closer as you edged closer to the precipice of your high.

“I'm so close…! Jinnie please!”

With your back arched, hair laid around your head like a halo and chest glistening with sweat stuttering as you come to a close, skin illuminated by the soft lights of the room, Seokjin swore he has never seen a more beautiful sight than this.

His fangs ached once more.

“Fuck..! I’m gonna—”

He pulls away, teeth sinking into the plush of your thigh and your body seizes with pleasure, the ecstasy caused by his bite pushing you over.

Your blood is light and rich on his tongue, syrupy and honeyed, like the sweetest nectar found only in the garden of eden, the flavour heightened by your climax. Seokjin could taste the sugariness of your orgasm as if it was his own and he groaned. It was dizzying, the taste clogging his senses and stuffing cottons inside his mind as he took and took. He has never realised how hungry he was until he’s bitten into your skin.

His head swims, intoxicated by the raw magic in your blood entering his system, intertwining and entangling themselves into his own before boldly integrating with the flow of his power as if they've always been there. Energy buzzed under his fingers now erratically plunging and curling inside your cunt, further sweetening your blood as you edged between pleasure and pain from overstimulation.

Then in the midst of all the pleasure and nirvana, something clicks into place and he jerks awake from the haze.

Forcing himself to pull away, he almost black out as if he’s been taken off of life support—he feels like he did. Head blank and lightheaded, blood drunk. Even in his bleary state, he could feel it. An additional trace of your magic latching onto his own, a bond unconsciously made.

The uncomfortable stickiness in his boxers didn't go unnoticed and he buried his face into your thigh, blushing for no one in particular.

He cursed under his breath before pushing himself up and wishing you both into the comfortable clothing he had stocked up in his pocket dimension before taking his phone out of it, immediately greeted by the onslaught of text on his lock screen, all two hundred of them from his brothers who had no doubt felt the addition and his intense pleasure from feeding on you.

Normally, he'd be embarrassed by the thought of them knowing what he's been up to but there were more pressing matters to attend to.

For example, the bond formed without your consent and his.

There's panic and confusion swirling madly like a hurricane through the six other bonds. He forced calmness down the lines tethered to his magic before turning back to the issue at hand.

He might have to wake you up and inform you of what happened.

But when he looked up and found your eyes closed, most likely blacking out from the intensity of the unprecedented bonding and the overstimulation from a vampire's bite, he figured that he'd deal with it tomorrow. You looked peaceful and he found himself mirroring the same sentiment, exhaustion weighing his bones. He dragged himself up next to you, arms wrapping around your torso as if he has always been doing so.

There's still insistent tugs down the lines of his bond, demanding answers and the constant buzzing from his phone but that's for tomorrow's Seokjin’s problem to solve, for now, he closes his eyes.

For the first time that year, Seokjin sleeps and wakes from the most pleasant rest he's had in centuries only to end it abruptly when he wakes up with the other side of the bed empty and he freaks.

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“What the fuck do you mean you just left him?!”

“What the fuck was I supposed to do then?! If he's as high profile as you think, I don't think he'd appreciate waking up next to a one night stand!”

“Not all of them you—ARGH!”

Soomin groaned exasperatedly and loudly, folding over herself as she facepalms on the other armchair in your dorm's living room. Deeming it not dramatic enough, she grabs the pink throw pillow behind her and screams onto it.

Truth be told, leaving Jin earlier that morning placed a heavy weight on your heart. It felt so wrong to walk away from him, as if there's a string tying you to him and now it's pulled taut—which is a crazy statement to think about, there was no bonding ritual so how could you feel so dejected from closing the door behind you?

You have a couple of spare zeroes in your bank account now with bills paid and an expensive pair of black shoes already in transit for Soobin. Why would you be sad from leaving a one night stand?

You couldn't even believe you managed to bag someone that high in the social hierarchy. That party was a nightmare, walking in knowing all eyes would turn to you, all predatorial and hungry, it almost made you want to run back to your mother's arms. But you're an actress, theatre experience be damned if you weren't going to put on the greatest act of your life.

Fake till you make it, you always think and it led to you having the most earth shattering, blackout worthy orgasm as well as owning heaps of money.

Soomin has a different sentiment though, now standing up to crossover to where you sat across her before promptly hitting your body with the pillow.

“You're. So. Fucking. Stupid!” She screams like you had pissed and disrespected her ancestors’ grave, striking after each word. “That man might be Kim Seokjin from the most elusive clan in the world! Number one most sought bachelor and the country's most powerful sorcerer and you just walked away from him!”

“How could you be so sure it's him? All we got is a nickname.”

“His name is literally Jin which is short for Seokjin and he's a vampire wizard! You said he has a coven with a dragon? Well, guess what?! That dragon is Kim fucking Namjoon, another member of the Kim coven! That man is one of the richest in the fucking world and you just ditched his coven’s eldest!”

She swings for the last time and you weren't so fortunate the last few times—already letting down your guard when she began ranting—and it hits you square in the face. You groaned in pain, the zipper on the side of the pillow scratching your skin.

Soomin’s anger immediately dwindled as she realised her error and gasped, falling to her knees and hands already reaching to cup your face to check for visible marks, pillow left abandoned on the carpet.

“Can't be damaging the face that bagged the Kim coven.”

“No damage here.”

“Just my faith in your decision making skills. I mean,” she stands, now more subdued and more disappointed than angry, still you eyed the pillow warily. “You've been wearing yourself down to death for years not only for you but also your family. If you were taken into the Kim Clan, you wouldn't have to worry about money anymore.”

Despite being one of your closest and longest friends, there's always been a huge difference with how you both perceive money.

You're desperate for it, clawing and digging your hands bloody through the desolate desert for a chance of finding one small nugget to sustain your family while Soomin was familiar with it—she grew comfortably living in her parents’ spoils of years of hard work but never enough to buy the highest of quality items until her fiance came and suddenly, she had more than enough to spend for her luxury and you.

You strived and toiled for a smidge of stability whereas she revelled in anything life throws at her without worry because she has her parents to catch her if everything ever goes wrong.

She thinks of luxury as designer brands and ridiculously highly priced products that don't guarantee the greatest quality but you think of luxury as never having to worry about spending a cent over the designated budget for food shopping.

Even then, you loved her to the bone. Appreciated her like a sister from another mother.

“I can't afford to be distracted right now. I have a course to finish and a family to keep alive, I can't be hanging onto blind hope.”

Soomin's eyes softened, understanding and sighed. Turning around, she licked up the stray pillow before settling back into her chair and crossing her arms.

“I'm just… I just wanted you to be happier. It's a life mission of mine to make sure I won't die before seeing you living without stressing over details.”

“I know.”

“I love you, leaflet.”

You laugh and she smiles. “I love you too, queen.”

#bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin bts #kim seokjin #seokjin smut

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tranquilreign · 2 months ago

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intimate tattoos | scenario | 18+

pairing: namjoon/reader, seokjin/reader, yoongi/reader, hoseok/reader, jimin/reader, taehyung/reader, jungkook/reader genre: fluff, established relationship au! warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, body worship, nudity, public sexual themes, the boys are horny af for you :) word count: 2.7k synopsis: the boys reaction to you having a tattoo in an intimate area.

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namjoon

You opened the door to your apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible. The chances of Namjoon being asleep were high, and you didn't want to risk waking him up. Especially after you had just gotten a tattoo.

To your surprise, when you turned the corner of the hallway, you found Namjoon sitting in the living room, glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose, reading a book.

"Baby," you squeaked. "I didn't think you'd be awake."

You glanced at the clock. 3:00 am. You had told Namjoon you'd be home by 1:00 am at the latest, instead, you were two hours late.

You were on your way home when your friend, in a drunken state, suggested getting a tattoo. To prevent her from making a potentially regrettable decision, you, being the more sober one, decided to get the tattoo yourself. However, your friend made it a condition that she would choose the location for the tattoo.

"You're home late," he responded blankly. He didn't bother to look up from his book, flipping the page over instead and continuing from the next page.

“Yeah, I know, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t text,” you apologised, taking off your shoes and carefully sitting down on the armchair next to him. “I just lost track of time.”

Namjoon only hummed, eyeing you from the side. He watched as you shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Flinching slightly if you moved too much. He pulled off his glasses and closed his book.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"W-what? No. No, I'm fine," you replied quickly, squirming in your seat.

"Y/n," Namjoon warned in a low tone.

"Fine," you whined. "I got a tattoo."

"You what?" Namjoon asked, as if he hadn't heard you.

"Yeah..." you trailed off.

"Well, let me see then."

"Huh?!" you asked. Namjoon laughed.

"I'm bound to see it at some point, so you may as well show me now."

Namjoon had a point. But where your friend had decided to have you tattooed was rather... questionable. You looked at Namjoon uneasily for a moment. His smile faltered.

"Oh fuck is it bad?"

"Well, the tattoo itself isn't bad," you muttered. "But the placement..."

You stood up, pulling your skirt and your underwear down. Namjoon's eyes widened. Right in the middle of your pubic bone sat a rose tattoo, with the stem leading towards your womanhood. You stared at Namjoon, waiting for him to say something.

"It's, uh... It's something."

"You're mad, aren't you?" you asked.

"No, baby," Namjoon replied immediately. "It's a beautiful tattoo. But, as you said, the placement is indeed questionable."

You both stared at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. You sat back down, making a grab for your skirt when Namjoon stopped you.

"Actually, I find it quite sexy," Namjoon grinned, his eyes never leaving your tattoo. You giggled.

"Too bad for you, Joonie, we can't have sex until it heals."

Namjoon pouted, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms.

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seokjin

You and Seokjin had been dating for a few months. He had explained that with his hours, there may be times you couldn't see one another, which you were more than happy with.

Having that time away from one another meant you could come up with more surprises for him, and tonight was one of those occasions. You had used Seokjin's key to get into his apartment, deciding you wanted to surprise him with dinner when he got home.

You had prepared a simple noodle dish, unsure whether or not he would want to eat when he returned. To your surprise he had returned just as you were washing the dishes. He put his hands over your eyes and hummed softly in your ear.

"Hello to you, too," you laughed, pulling his hands away from your eyes.

"Smells good," Seokjin grinned as he moved his hands to your shoulders. "Can I have dessert early?"

You giggled as he gently pulled your t-shirt over your shoulder, planting small kisses against your skin as he did so. You let your head fall back onto his shoulders, falling into his pleasure.

His antics suddenly stopped, however, making you whine. You turned your head to look at him, surprised to see he was frowning.

"Is something wrong?" you asked.

"You have a tattoo."

Your eyes followed where his gaze sat, now looking at the tattoo embedded into your skin. It spiralled around your collarbone delicately, a beautiful display of ink.

"Do you not like it?" you asked worriedly, moving away from him.

You pulled your t-shirt back up to cover yourself, all of a sudden feeling exposed. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you were unsure of what to do. It was only when Seokjin spun you around, you looked at him.

"I love it, baby. I just wasn't expecting it," he admitted. "I actually find it rather hot."

Your smile appeared once again as Seokjin lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He had begun to carry you to the bedroom when you stopped him.

"What about your dinner?" you pouted.

Seokjin looked between you and the table, contemplating what to do. He sighed in defeat, putting you back down.

"Fine. But as soon as I'm finished, I'm taking you straight back to the bedroom."

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yoongi

Yoongi had suggested going on a date. With him being so busy with work, he wanted to treat you to something nice to make up for his absence.

You both walked, hand in hand down the busy streets of Seoul. You had chosen to wear a black skirt that fell down to your mid thigh, and a simple white top.

It was supposed to be a cute, innocent date. But that had all changed when you had knelt down to tie your shoelaces. Yoongi stood in front of you, holding his jacket to make sure no one would be trying to peek underneath.

What he hadn't expected to see was the fact that you had a rather large tattoo placed on the inside of your thigh. Something that surprised him very much. And clearly turned him on.

At the first given opportunity, he pulled you into a quiet alleyway and pinned you against the wall, catching you off guard.

"Yoongi, what are-"

"How long did you plan on hiding it from me?" he asked, his voice laced with seduction.

You were confused. What had you done so suddenly to get him so worked up? When you hadn't responded, he grunted, dropping to his knees. You watched, stunned, when he pulled your left leg over his shoulder.

His slender fingers traced up your inner thigh until his hand completely covered your tattoo.

"This," he breathed, pushing your skirt up with his other hand to reveal your ink.

You giggled, relaxing.

"You like it, baby?" you asked cheekily.

Yoongi nodded as he peppered kisses from your knee up to your tattoo. He had attempted to go further, but you unhooked your leg from his shoulder and gently pushed him back. With him leaning back, and your shoe now on his chest, he could clearly see up your skirt, groaning when he saw you with no underwear on.

"How about we go home? Then I can show you the tattoo fully, and a whole lot more," you spoke flirtatiously.

Yoongi moved quickly, wasting no time to grab you by the hand and quite literally dragging you back to the house.

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hoseok

It was hot in the dance studio. Both of you were sweating from the intense choreography you were doing. You had both ended the filming on the floor, chests heaving from exhaustion.

"Fuck," you said in between breaths.

"You can say that again."

"Fuck."

You both looked at each other, then laughed. You were the first to move from the floor and stand up. Hoseok lifted his head, watching you as you moved.

You pulled yourself off to the side, untying the flannel from around your waist and discarding it. Hoseok's eyes widened when he noticed a tattoo on your lower back while you tugged your cargo's up.

Bending down, you grabbed two water bottles. You turned around to walk over to him, but stopped halfway. Eyeing him suspiciously, you moved your hands to your hips. His expression stayed the same, his eyes on your groin.

"Can you stop staring there?" you scolded, rolling a water bottle at him.

It rolled past him, making you huff. You mumbled under your breath, moving to go get it for him. A squeal left your lips when Hoseok suddenly pinned you to the ground on your stomach.

"Hoseok what the fuck?!" you asked angrily.

He didn't respond, instead pulling the hem of your cargo trousers down, making you panic. You squirmed until he put his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

"Don't move." His tone was low.

You laid there in defeat, allowing him to bring your trousers further down until, they stopped right above your butt. His fingers traced the ink slowly, outlining it. Everything suddenly clicked for you. Hoseok didn't know you had a tattoo.

"You know," you managed to get out. "You could have just asked to see my tattoo."

Hoseok finally looked up at your face, a grin evident. You raised an eyebrow at him, confused. He leaned down, lips gracing your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as he spoke.

"Now, where's the fun in that? I quite like you in this position."

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jimin

Jimin had had a hard day. All he could think about was you. Wanting you underneath him as he ravished your body. It was like this most days. You still hadn't had sex, despite being together for a while, but he didn't want to ruin anything between the two of you. He didn't know if you were ready, and he didn't want to scare you away.

It was only confirmed that you were ready when he had come home. His eyes were wide when his gaze fell upon you. You sat in a black lace body suit on the dining room table, black heeled boots stopping at your mid-thigh. It was a sight to behold.

"I was wondering when you'd make a move, Chim," you cooed, beckoning him over with a motion of your finger. "I've grown impatient."

Jimin grinned, his hands moving from your calves up your thighs. He was ready to lift you when you moved your leg and placed your foot against his chest, pushing him away. Jimin pouted.

"We're not going to the bedroom. Right here, right now."

Jimin didn't need to be told twice; he moved your leg out of the way and crashed his lips onto yours. Neither of you wasted a moment taking off Jimin's clothes.

You were pushed further back onto the table, giving Jimin plenty of space to move on top of you. He laced his fingers around the spaghetti strap of your body suit, groaning slightly at your scent.

"How did you know black was my favourite?" he whispered into your neck.

"Because you wear it all the time," you joked.

You gasped when Jimin moved his hand down to your breast, taking one and massaging it gently, kissing your neck. While he was preoccupied, you took it upon yourself to pull the straps of your bodysuit down.

Jimin moved the fabric down, exposing your breasts to him. You let your head fall back, waiting for him to pleasure you. It didn't come. Confused, you looked back at him. He was staring at your breasts, brows furrowed. You began to grow insecure, moving to cover yourself.

"No baby," he whispered. "You're beautiful. I just didn't know you had a tattoo."

A sigh of relief escaped you. Jimin finally moved, kissing up from your stomach to your tattoo, leaving you in anticipation as he made his way closer to your breasts.

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taehyung

Taehyung had been fighting the urge to take you then and there when he had seen you walk out in a bikini. You and the group were away for a weekend in the sun.

Both he and Jimin were equally shocked when you caught up with them. Taehyung's eyes trailed over your body, licking his lips as he did so. What he didn't expect, however, was that you had a tattoo that travelled from your upper thigh, up to your groin then around to your butt.

"Since when have you had a tattoo?" Taehyung suddenly blurted out.

"Oh. Uh," you paused, thinking for a moment. "I've had it for a while. Did I not tell you?"

"No."

"Well, sorry about that, baby," you pouted, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to swim for a bit, okay?"

Taehyung watched you, eyes burning with desire. He glanced to his side, noticing Jimin staring at you, mouth hanging open.

"Hey!" Taehyung scolded, playfully grabbing Jimin in a choke hold.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Jimin cried out, laughing as they both fell to the ground.

Their play fighting was noticed by the rest of the group, all now by the two boys' sides.

"What are you fighting about now?" Seokjin asked, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Taehyung's girlfirend is hot as fuck."

"Don't we already know this?" Jungkook asked teasingly, waiting for Taehyung's reaction.

"Do you want to take his place?" Taehyung threatened jokingly, shooting the youngest a glare.

"No, I mean," Jimin struggled under Taehyung." She's got a massive tattoo on her leg."

With that, they all looked out to the water, Jungkook and Yoongi especially.

"Wait, really?" Hoseok asked. Slowly, they all began to move towards you, their curiosity getting the better of them.

"No," Taehyung warned.

When Jungkook looked back at his friend, he grinned mischievously before sprinting off with the others. Taehyung scrambled to his feet, only to be caught and held down by Jimin, who was laughing.

"Y/n!"

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jungkook

Jungkook loved drawing you. He found you so beautiful that he couldn't resist. But as of right now, he had taken a particular interest in human anatomy. Specifically, your anatomy.

"Please," Jungkook begged while you were sitting, drinking your morning tea.

"I don't see why you can't just use a model on Google," you protested, shooing him away with your hand.

"Because it's not you! That's why."

You let your head hang, taking a moment to think. At the end of the day, it wasn't going to be an issue. So why were you declining? You sighed, finally looking up into his doe-like eyes.

"Fine."

"Yes!" Jungkook cheered, kissing you on the temple. "When you've finished your tea, come down to the art room."

It wasn't long before you were downstairs, sitting in the middle of the room while he examined you. He wanted you to be in the perfect position.

"No, something isn't right," Jungkook mumbled, tapping his pencil against his chin.

He walked up to you, gently moving your body into different positions, making sure you weren't too uncomfortable. It was only when he started to unbutton your shirt, you slapped his hand away.

"What are you doing?"

"I need you naked," he responded casually.

When Jungkook was in his artistic or professional mode, nothing seemed to faze him. You arched a brow, but still complied, unbuttoning the shirt yourself.

"If you wanted to see me naked, baby, all you needed to do was ask," you teased.

Your comment seemed to have brought him back to his senses, as he blushed. It faded quickly, however, becoming serious again. Jungkook had begun to move you around again, getting you into the right position, when he stopped.

You watched as he stepped back, eyes squinting. He moved back to you, but instead of moving you, he touched between your breasts. You flushed at his actions, not expecting him to act so intimately.

"You never told me you had a tattoo," he mumbled. "It's beautiful."

"It won't ruin your drawing, will it?" you asked.

"No, baby. If anything, it'll make it that much more captivating," he breathed, moving to place a gentle kiss against your skin.

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foreignjaykay · 4 months ago

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company (a jungkook fic)

part one - "you wish i'd miss you,"

company - a jungkook fic

can we keep each other company?

their workplace was chaos, but jungkook made it fun. their camaraderie was effortless—until he decided to leave. no big deal. people quit all the time. so why does it feel like everything is about to change?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: r18+ (angst, fluff) minors do not interact!

chapter warnings/misc: workplace!au, coworkers!au, event planner!jk, event planner!oc, jk is not famous, angst, fluff, sad, crack, event planner!mingyu, bts in event planning company, unserious friend group, they are so silly and unserious, mean boss - yeah no she sucks, ANGST, IDIOTS both of them, yeah i guess thats it...for now hehe

notes: hello everyone!!! hehe its my first fic on tumblr and my first ever jk fic so i really hope you guys like it. im writing after so many years so please ignore mistakes eh. its kinda based on my personal experiences. things will only get interesting as this fic progresses.. lots of new characters will come in the next chapter! this fic will honestly pick up its pace from the second chapter!! anywho lets get into it!! <3

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The first thing you saw when you unlocked your phone this morning was a text from Jungkook. That in itself was weird—he wasn’t the type to be up this early, let alone texting people.

jaykay (work) [8:50am]: hi :)

you [8:50am]: oh my god. what did you forget?

jaykay (work) [8:51am]: have some faith in me. i was texting for something entirely different. 😒

you[8:51am]: are you sick? held hostage? blink twice if you need help.

jaykay (work) [8:52am]: how da hell are u so dramatic in the morning

you [8:52am]: come to the point jungkook

jaykay [8:52am]: fine. 🙄 don’t bring lunch today

you [8:53am]: why?

jaykay (work) [8:53am]: lunch is on me. taking you, shane and mingyu out for ramen

you [8:53am]: 🤨🤨🤨

jaykay (work) [8:54am]: see you in office🥰

You squinted at the screen, trying to process the words through your morning haze. This man barely made it to work before noon on most days, always breezing in with an iced americano and a sheepish grin. And yet here he was, awake and making lunch plans at 9 AM? Suspicious. Very suspicious.

It’s fixed, you know? Him being late to work, getting sarcastic remarks from the bosses - Natasha, the reporting manager (god did she love micromanaging the team) and Kim Song, the director of your company.

But whatever, free ramen was free ramen and, on that note, you finally woke up and went to get ready for the weird day that was ahead of you.

By the time you got to the office, the usual chaos had already begun. Natasha, wasn’t physically present today, thank the lord for that, you thought, but her presence loomed over Zoom calls like a dark cloud. You had barely set down her bag before her laptop screen lit up with an incoming call. Does this woman ever chill?

“Good morning, team,” Natasha’s clipped voice rang out as the screen loaded. “Let’s go over the deliverables for today.” Her screen was hidden and she was on a holiday like she had very explicitly mentioned the week before she left.

You suppressed a groan as you saw Jungkook and Mingyu joining the call too. Shane, their CS intern, looked half-asleep. Jungkook, though, was oddly quiet, his usual playful banter nowhere to be seen. His leg bounced under the desk, fingers drumming against the tabletop.

You shot him a look, but he didn’t meet your eyes.

Okay that was weird, wasn’t it?

You looked towards Mingyu and Shane to see if they noticed Jungkook being a little off today but to your surprise they were engrossed on what Natasha was instructing on the upcoming event which was the luxurious Cartier dinner.

Classic Natasha, putting her work on us while she sips on pina coladas on the beach after this 10-minute meeting. You wanted to be as carefree as her sometimes, how easily she just threw her tasks on others.

Throughout the meeting, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Jungkook which thankfully he didn’t notice.

Or at least that’s what you thought.

Jungkook knew you. He knew how curious you got sometimes and he also knew currently the wheels were turning in your head wondering why he was being so awkward. He smiled internally, thinking how much you knew him and how much he was going to miss you.

If you kept looking at him like that, he was going to crack. He just hoped you wouldn’t figure it out before he told you himself.

Once the meeting was over, you quickly went towards the design studio in the office, greeting Yuna and So-hee who seemed like had just come to office with the way they were switching on their systems for the day.

“I really need the final design renders for the stage setup and the seating plan for Cartier, Yuna,” You said worried knowing that if you don’t get these renders in next half an hour then the costing would delay and then Natasha…yeah no.

Its as if Jungkook got a sign, he entered the design studio greeting Yuna, So-hee, and Dae and standing next to you as if to ease the tension you had going on.

“Babe, give me 10 minutes, the renders are ready. I’ll email it to you, Natasha and Namjoon,” Yuna said as she started working on her system. You nodded your head and gave her a worried smile.

“Mark me in the email too,” Jungkook said instantly and you gave him a pointed look. Yuna seemed to mirror your thoughts and raised her eyebrows towards him.

Seeing that you both were confused, Jungkook chuckles and says, “__, you should be happy that I am willingly asking to be marked on emails,” which makes you roll your eyes playfully and smirk.

“Also, I don’t have nothing big going on currently, project wise, so I’ll follow up for the costings and Natasha will stay away from my ass,” Jungkook continues and laughs with Yuna, So-hee and Dae.

You looked at him as he was sort of back in his carefree self but something still felt off. You just couldn’t put your finger on what this feeling was.

Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. The second Natasha’s second call for the day wrapped up the call, you shut your laptop and turned towards Jungkook who along with Mingyu and Shane was joking and was waiting for you to get done.

“Okay, spill. What’s with the mystery since today morning?” You immediately asked him and he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously.

Mingyu slung an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, grinning. “Yeah, dude. You’re making me nervous.”

Shane, ever the observer, just raised a brow. “Is this about work? God I can’t wait to dig into some good ramen after hearing Natasha ramble since past 15 mins. 15 mins with her feel like 2 hours,” Shane continued rambling earning laughs from the three of you.

Jungkook let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just get to lunch first.”

That didn’t help your growing suspicion, but you let it slide—at least until the 4 of you reached the ramen place.

The aroma of rich broth and sizzling garlic filled the tiny ramen shop. Shane and Mingyu were already practically vibrating with hunger, menus discarded, ready to order. You, however, were still scanning the options, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. Just as you were about to decide, you and Jungkook spoke in unison: “Japchae.”

A surprised laugh bubbled up. “You wanna have japchae too?” you asked, a little thrill of connection sparking despite the weirdness of the morning. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, and ordered for both of you.

Minutes later, steaming bowls of ramen and the shared plate of japchae arrived. The savory scent made your mouth water. You took a tentative bite of the japchae, the noodles perfectly chewy, the vegetables crisp and flavorful. It was delicious. But Jungkook just sat there, chopsticks hovering over his bowl. He had a strange expression—not quite annoyed, but… something. You knew that look. It was his tell when food was exceptionally good. That’s just his weird trait.

You took the second bite yourself to see if it was and it was really good.

“I got another job.”

Silence.

Your stomach dropped.

Then, Mingyu blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding their gazes. “I got an offer from an event company. They handle production for A-list musicians—concerts, world tours, all of it.” But you could see how proud he was. This was his dream.

“Oh, shit, that’s huge,” Shane said, eyes wide and dramatically keeping his chopsticks on the side.

Jungkook looked at you trying to gauge for your reaction.

You swallowed, gripping your chopsticks a little tighter. “Wow. That’s… incredible, Jungkook.” You said genuinely but why did it feel so off? Why did it feel like you were losing everything? People leave jobs all the time and this is no different, so why was it feeling all to different suddenly?

When you congratulated him, you meant it. You really did. He deserved this. But there was a weird, hollow feeling in your chest. Something tight that you couldn’t quite name.

Jungkook was watching you and asked, “You okay?”

You forced a smile but to everyone it looked genuine. “Of course. This is a big deal. I am so happy for you, Jungkook!” Mingyu and Shane mirrored your smile and congratulated him to which Jungkook threw an honest smile.

His eyes still lingered for a second longer before he nodded, turning his attention back to his food. But you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.

Mingyu and Shane immediately started asking him the questions about his new company and the new job and Jungkook excitedly answered them all and you were interested too to know all the details.

Once the 4 of you were done with the lunch, you asked him, “So when are you telling Natasha?”

“Next week, and then 2 weeks’ notice,” He said looking at you as if he was trying to find an emotion out of you.

“Damn bro, you are leaving us so soon.” Shane said and you looked at Jungkook.

“Now at least I will have some proper desk space at the office,” You tried to joke which earned you a playful eye roll from Jungkook.

“Oh my god, I have to plan a farewell party for you now,” Mingyu joked and you laughed. For the whole lunch, this is the first time Jungkook noticed you genuinely smiling and it was all thanks to Mingyu’s dramatic nature.

The rest of the workday felt strangely off-balance. Even though nothing had technically changed yet, you felt the weight of the upcoming shift pressing down on you. The knowledge that soon, Jungkook wouldn’t be here anymore—wouldn’t be there to roll his eyes at Natasha’s ridiculous demands, wouldn’t be crashing at her desk with an iced coffee and a new piece of gossip, wouldn’t be around to share those unspoken glances when things got too absurd.

You had started hating how much that realization unsettled you.

It was Jungkook who got you out of your dazed thoughts when he said, “___, I have asked Namjoon hyung for the Cartier costing and he is working on it,”

You threw a sincere smile towards him and nodded while he went back on his desk and worked on some small projects he had going on.

gyu (work) [3pm]: are you okay?

Once you read the text, you immediately looked at him but he acted to be so engrossed in his work and you couldn’t help but look back into your phone and text back

you [3:01pm]: yeah, why?

gyu (work) [3:01pm]: you sure about that? ever since jk dropped that bomb, you have been quiet and so has he.

That got your attention. Were you that obvious?

you [3:02pm]: no nothing like that. im happy that he got this. he deserves it!! also when is the blue label bottle engraving costing going to the client? natasha has been on my ass about it since morning. send it asap please <33

gyu [3:03pm]: girl i gotta give it to you, nice attempt to change the convo but we aren’t done yet. ugh why are you my senior? im sending it in 5

By the time the day ended and finally the costings for Cartier had gone out (thanks to Jungkook and Joon), you had convinced yourself you were just being dramatic. People left jobs all the time. This wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

Mingyu and Shane had already left for the day and the design studio was also empty leaving only you and Jungkook in the client servicing department. For a Monday, people had left earlier than usual, you thought to yourself.

You looked at the clock and saw it was 7pm already.

While you packed your bags, like routine, Jungkook waited for you. He dropped you home everyday given that you both lived nearby and your apartment came on the way to his.

However, the silence between the two of you felt heavier than usual.

“You’re quiet,” he finally said as the two of you entered the elevator.

You forced a laugh and adjusted your purse, trying to look anywhere but at him. “So are you.”

The two of you exited the elevator and sat in his car, he started the engine. For the first time ever, the silence between the two of you was uncomfortable.

Jungkook sighed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he took the familiar route and said, “Are you really happy for me?”

You immediately turned to look at him, meeting his gaze in the dim glow of the streetlights. “Yes, I am. Why would you think I am not?”

His smile was small, a little sad. “Alright. You and I haven’t spoken much since lunch,”

You didn’t know why, but something in your chest ached at that. But you ignored it, and looking towards and giving him a smile and said, “Jungkook, I am so happy for you. I am. I know you wanted this and now you have it,”

For the first time in the whole day, he smiled genuinely at you.

“Will you miss me?,” He asked as he stopped the car right out of your apartment and looked at you with his doe eyes that carry the sta-

Wait what?!

You ignored whatever that thought was and quickly composed yourself and laughed at him. “You wish I would miss you,” You joked playfully and he rolled his eyes.

“On a serious note, yes I will. Who will I tolerate Natasha with?” You continued and he let out a small chuckle.

“Anyway I have to go. See you tomorrow boss,” you finally said, and then you were gone, disappearing into the building.

Jungkook sat there for a moment, staring after you.

He knew you better than you thought. He knew when you were genuinely happy, when you were just pretending, when you were holding back something you didn’t want to say. And tonight, you were definitely holding back.

Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the car seat. Leaving this job was supposed to be exciting, a step up, an opportunity of a lifetime. And it was.

But why did it feel like he was losing something, too?

part 2

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mmegwrld · 2 months ago

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✎⋆。𖦹 LIPSTICK + kim seokjin

jin’s been hiding something big—something personal, soft, and totally unexpected. hoseok and jungkook turn into accidental detectives as they follow a trail of subtle clues. the truth is closer than ever… and they’re not ready for it.

word count : 4.9k

genre : FLUFF!

warnings : idol! jin x mangers niece! reader, this is mostly in hobi & jk's pov, kissing, the reader has long enough hair to put up... sorry to my bob people, swearing, invasion of privacy(?) LOL, longggg ficccc

a/n : idk if i like this one but i hope y'all do!!! LOL... and this is the longest one ive ever written sooo

masterlist

the other 6 members already knew that the oldest member of bangtan was pretty to himself. he was outgoing, funny and nice but they didn’t know much about his outside friends… or life.

but what they didn’t expect was for him to hide a secret girlfriend from them!

it was supposed to be a quick trip. just snacks and something sweet jin had been craving all week. he insisted on coming with you, claiming he needed a break from the dorm chaos. you didn’t argue, anytime alone with him felt rare and golden.

the hoodie he wore was pulled low, mask snug over his face, but you could still see the way his eyes softened when you teased him about being clingy. his arm never left your shoulders, not even when you leaned down to grab something from the lower shelf.

“you’re gonna start a rumor like this,” you whispered, nudging him playfully. “let them talk,” he murmured, then leaned in closer. “you’re mine.”

you laughed softly, just for him and he grinned like he’d just won something. around the corner, out of sight, hoseok froze with a box of lucky charms halfway to his basket.

he didn’t mean to eavesdrop—okay, maybe he did a little but it was jin. jin, of all people, looking suspiciously boyfriendy with a girl whose face he couldn’t see. he couldn’t even catch her voice clearly, just the sound of laughter and that familiar teasing tone that jin usually reserved for the guys.

hoseok ducked back, peeking again, squinting to get a better look. still nothing. just the back of a girl. long sleeves, uggs, hair pulled up with a grey colored hair tye. jin’s arm around her shoulders like it belonged there.

his mouth dropped open, “no way.”

this was big. like jin big. and he was absolutely telling the others.

7 bangs

hobi: guys. emergency.

yoongi: if this is about cereal again

hobi: NO LISTEN

hobi: i saw jin

joon: okay…?

hobi: WITH A GIRL

tae: LMAO STOP

jk: what kind of girl???

hobi: like. a girl girl. pretty. soft looking. LAUGHING AT HIS JOKES

joon: okay but that doesn’t mean anything

hobi: HIS ARM WAS AROUND HER

tae: NOOOOOOOO

jk: hyung’s got game??

yoongi: impossible.

back at your apartment, you were curled up on the couch beside jin, phone tucked under your thigh just in case it buzzed. he had no idea what had just been unleashed in the group chat. his focus was on feeding you a strawberry, pretending like he wasn’t proud of himself when you took a bite.

meanwhile, hoseok paced the living room upstairs, practically dragging jungkook and taehyung behind him. “okay, listen— he had his arm around her. that’s not just friendly. that’s ‘we’re definitely dating and we share fries’ energy.”

“and you didn’t see her face?” jungkook asked, pulling out his phone. “could’ve been a staff member.”

“nope. i only saw the back of her. but jin was all smiley. like smiley smiley.” taehyung gasped, “wait. what if it’s that new intern? the one from the music department?”

“no way, that girl has really short hair,” hoseok said, shaking his head. “this girl had her hair pulled up and had on the tan uggs.”

jungkook typed something into his notes, “okay. so we’re looking for someone with hair long enough to put up, tan uggs, soft laugh, short enough for him to wrap his arm around comfortably—”

“you guys are insane,” yoongi called from his room. “INSANE OR RIGHT?” taehyung yelled back.

“both,” yoongi muttered, closing his door.

jungkook and hoseok had to find out who you were.

clue #1

it was a lazy afternoon, the kind of day when the dorm felt quieter than usual. the members were all doing their own thing, except for hoseok and jungkook, who had taken it upon themselves to investigate jin’s mysterious “girlfriend.”

they’d been watching him closely, catching little details that seemed off. but today, they were getting more… invasive.

it started with jin’s car.

“i bet he keeps something there,” hoseok said, glancing over at jungkook as they stood by the parked vehicle. “think about it. he’s always so careful, so there’s gotta be a hint in here somewhere.”

jungkook shrugged, "let’s look.”

rhey both climbed into the back seat, knowing the coast was clear since jin had left to grab lunch with the others. jungkook opened the glove compartment first, half-expecting to find something incriminating. Instead, it was filled with the usual—maps, receipts, and old concert tickets.

“nothing here,” he said, scanning the rest of the compartment.

but then hoseok spotted something behind the passenger seat—a small, neatly folded grey hoodie, way too soft to be something jin would wear. he grabbed it, his eyes narrowing.

“this is definitely not his.” jungkook raised an eyebrow. “that’s… not his style at all. maybe it’s from the girl?”

hoseok held it up. “i bet it is. it’s way too cute for him. and it’s got that… scent.” he sniffed it dramatically. “yeah, this is definitely hers.”

clue #2

a few days later, the group had gone to the studio to record, but hoseok and jungkook stayed behind, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. the last few days had been filled with jin’s weirdly private behavior, and they were so close to cracking the case.

hoseok motioned to jungkook as they snuck into jin’s room.

“alright, we’ve checked the car, the apartment… now it’s time to check his phone.” jungkook looked a little uneasy. “isn’t that a little—”

“not if we’re careful.” hoseok grinned, sliding onto jin’s bed and grabbing the phone off the nightstand when it buzzed. “see? he’s being all secretive and leaves it unlocked. perfect.”

jungkook hesitated, but the curiosity was too much. “alright, fine. but we better not get caught.”

they opened the phone, quickly scanning through his messages. most of them were from the guys, but there were a few from a contact they didn’t recognize. the name was simply “(name),” and there were an overwhelming amount of heart emojis in each conversation.

hoseok’s eyebrows shot up. “(name)? who the heck is that?” jungkook frowned. “could be her name… but why does it feel like he’s trying so hard to hide this?”

they scroll through the texts, giggling over a particularly sweet message where jin said, “i can’t wait to see you later. i miss your laugh.”

“well, that’s adorable,” jungkook said, a grin forming.

hoseok’s face lit up as he clicked on the photo gallery, and they scrolled through pictures of jin with various members, but nothing to indicate who (name) was—until they reached the very last photo.

it was a picture of jin and a girl, back to the camera, standing in front of a cafe with their arms around each other, both laughing.

“wait,” hoseok squinted. “is that… her?”

jungkook leaned closer, eyes widening. the girl had the exact hair, a white sweater, and from the back, it looked almost like… “no way. that’s her, isn’t it?”

just as they were about to zoom in on the photo, the door clicked open. jin’s voice echoed from the hallway. “hey, i left my—”

both of them jumped, scrambling to put the phone back down and pretend like nothing had happened.

jungkook flashed a nervous smile. “uh, we were just—uh—checking the room for, uh, a game controller?”

hoseok quickly grabbed a random magazine off the desk. “yeah, yeah! totally not snooping or anything.”

jin walked in with an unreadable look, casually shrugging off his jacket. “i don’t know why you two are acting so suspicious, but sure, okay.”

they both tried to act casual, but the moment jin left the room again, hoseok and jungkook exchanged looks. “well, we know it’s (name) now,” jungkook muttered, flopping onto the bed. “but who is she? what does she do?”

hoseok scratched his head, “i don’t know, but i have a feeling we’re gonna find out soon enough.” they exchanged a knowing look. jin wasn’t fooling anyone anymore.

clue #3

jin was getting ready for a date with you, he glances at his watch constantly. hoseok and jungkook narrowed their eyes at him.

jin yelled from upstairs, “hey! can one of you grab my wallet! it’s in the kitchen,” without thinking they both jumped up. “got it!” they both say in sync.

hoseok grabbed the wallet, a photo slipping out as they walked back. jungkook picked it up, gasping softly. rhe photo wasn’t a polaroid or anything fancy—just a simple picture of a girl, laughing in the sun, her hair framing her face perfectly. she had that soft, gentle look.

jungkook stared at the photo, his eyes widening in realization. “that’s her. this is her. this is the girl.”

for a moment, neither of them said anything. they just stared at the picture in silence, trying to put the pieces together. it was all coming to a head—jin had been hiding you this entire time. they had a face to match the laughter they’d heard over the past few days. and it was real. this wasn’t some rumor. this was jin’s girlfriend.

just as they were about to snap out of their daze, they heard jin’s voice from the hallway, “hey, did you guys—?”

without thinking, jungkook stuffed the wallet back into the bag and slammed it shut. “nothing! we were just… uh, admiring your wallet, hyung!” hoseok said with an overly bright grin, obviously too guilty for it to be believable.

jin raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, looking from one to the other. “what’d you find?”

jungkook was still a little breathless, trying to cover it up. “oh, nothing. just, uh, saw a picture of you in there.”

jin’s lips twitched upward in a smile, but he didn’t seem to notice their subtle panic. “oh, that’s just a picture of… someone special.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “you know, the usual.”

“uh-huh, sure, hyung,” hoseok said, trying to play it cool. “the usual.”

as jin left the room again, the door closing quietly behind him, the tension lingered in the air. jungkook and hoseok exchanged looks—both of them still processing what they’d just seen.

clue #4

the guys were rehearsing in the dance studio, and everything was going smoothly until jin walked in.

hoseok was in the middle of practicing some new footwork when he saw jin enter through the door. his eyes narrowed immediately. something was off.

jon was usually a bit casual after practice, but today, he was… different. his hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it in a hurry. and there, on the side of his neck, was a red lipstick stain. not just one—it looked like there were a few, scattered like perfectly placed kiss marks.

on his bicep, was another faint lipstick stain. and from the way he was trying to subtly adjust his jacket, it was clear he didn’t realize just how obvious it was.

hoseok’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “is that…?” he whispered under his breath. jungkook, who was tying his shoe nearby, froze and followed hoseok’s gaze. his eyes widened. “no way.”

jin was totally oblivious as he walked to the center of the studio, tossing his gym bag onto the bench.

“what’s up?” he asked casually, like nothing was wrong, rubbing his neck absently, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was getting. “why’s everyone staring?”

hoseok was the first to break the silence, a smirk spreading across his face. “hyung… what’s with the, uh, marks?”

jin blinked and instinctively raised a hand to his neck, realizing immediately what hoseok was referring to. he quickly straightened up, trying to act normal, but the stain was already glaringly obvious.

“ah,” he said with a forced chuckle, his cheeks turning a little pink. “i… uh… bumped into someone this morning. got a little too… friendly with the mirror.” he gave a weak laugh, but hoseok wasn’t buying it.

jungkook leaned in, pointing at the lipstick marks. “bumped into the mirror? really? i didn’t know mirrors gave out lipstick stains, hyung.”

jin fumbled for something to say, his usual confidence faltering just a little. “it’s— it’s nothing. really. just a little… accident.”

“uh-huh,” hoseok said, raising an eyebrow. “accident? that doesn’t look like an accident. that looks like a very intentional moment of affection.”

jungkook was biting back a grin. “sid she leave a note, hyung? or was it more of a we’ll pretend this never happened kind of deal?”

jin groaned, rubbing his neck again. “okay, okay. i get it. you two are detectives now.” he shot them a pointed look. “but can we please focus? we’ve got practice to get to.”

despite his protests, hoseok and jungkook couldn’t stop teasing. “so, when can we meet her, hyung?” hoseok asked with a wink. “we’ll definitely be watching out for that lipstick.”

“yeah, i’m sure she’s got great taste,” jungkook added, clearly enjoying himself. jin’s face flushed, “that’s it. i’m done. i’m leaving.” he turned to walk out, his embarrassment evident.

before he could escape, hoseok called out, “hey! don’t think you’re getting away without us finding out who she is.”

jin paused in the doorway, rolling his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “you’ll find out… eventually.”

as the door clicked shut, hoseok and jungkook exchanged a look. “we are so getting closer to figuring this out,” jungkook said, his grin wide.

clue #5

hoseok was standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon in his hand and a completely lost look on his face. “this… doesn’t look right,” he muttered, eyeing the bubbling pot of what was supposed to be ramen.

jungkook leaned over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose. “is that… cheese? when did we put cheese in this?” “i thought it’d make it better!” hoseok groaned. “but now it’s just a mess.”

hoseok grabbed his phone. “okay, emergency. we’re calling jin-hyung.”

within a few rings, jin picked up, sounding casual as ever. “yo,” he said. “what’s up?”

“hyung, we’re dying. come save us,” hoseok said dramatically. “we tried cooking and—well, the kitchen’s not on fire, but it’s not not on fire.”

jin laughed, but before he could reply, a soft voice chimed in from the background on his end—your voice. light and bubbly, followed by the sound of giggling.

“you’re so mean—” you said between laughs, too far from the mic to be clear, but definitely close enough to be heard.

hoseok froze.

jungkook’s eyes widened.

there was a short pause.

“hyung?” jungkook said slowly, leaning closer to the phone. “who… was that?”

“huh?” jin replied quickly. a little too quickly. “no one. tv.” hoseok raised an eyebrow. “that didn’t sound like the tv.”

“really? must’ve been a rom-com,” jin said casually, but there was something off in his voice—like he was trying not to laugh. another small giggle came through the line, muffled this time, but still clearly real.

“HYUNG,” hoseok gasped. “you’re not alone!”

jom didn’t respond right away.

“jin,” jungkook said again, now grinning. “is someone there with you? like, someone someone?”

“i’m hanging up now,” Jin muttered, flustered, and the call immediately ended.

the silence in the kitchen was deafening before hoseok let out a gasp and smacked jungkook’s arm.

“did you hear that?”

jungkook was already jumping in place. “that’s her! that has to be her!” hoseok nodded excitedly. “that was not a friend. that was a girlfriend laugh. i know that laugh!”

jungkook ran to the living room to grab his phone. “we’re gonna figure this out. she laughed like someone comfortable. like someone who’s been around jin a lot.”

hoseok was already pacing. “and she giggled at something he said! we’re so close, jay kay. so close.”

jungkook flipped open his notes app. “clue #5: heard mystery girl laughing in jin’s house. confirmed she finds him funny. possibly in love. definitely real.”

hoseok grinned, “this is the most exciting thing that’s happened all week.”

clue #6

it started out innocent enough— jin had forgotten his charger at the studio, and jungkook just happened to know the code to his apartment. hoseok, of course, just so happened to tag along.

“we’re literally just dropping it off,” jungkook said, holding up the charger like it was some kind of official delivery. “yeah,” hoseok agreed. “dropping it off and maybe doing a teeny bit of investigating.”

they stepped inside jin’s apartment, both already scanning the place with eagle eyes. it looked normal—clean, organized, the faint smell of Jin’s cologne lingering in the air. but then hoseok stopped dead in his tracks.

on the couch.

right in the middle.

a perfectly placed hello kitty plush.

jungkook turned around and saw it too, his jaw dropping. “that was not there before.”

“nope,” hoseok said, slowly walking toward it like it might attack. “that is not jin’s vibe. he’s more… alpacas and mario kart.”

jungkook crouched down in front of the plush, studying it like it was a crime scene clue. “it’s clean. it’s recent. no dust. this… this has been cuddled.”

hoseok gasped, “you think she stayed the night?”

“i think she lives here now,” jungkook whispered dramatically. there was a brief, reverent silence as the two of them stared at the tiny pink bow on hello kitty’s head.

jungkook pulled out his phone. “clue #6: mysterious feminine plush on jin’s couch. highly suspicious. highly cute.”

hoseok nodded seriously. “we’re onto her. she’s leaving breadcrumbs.”

“and we are eating them,” jungkook said proudly.

the final clue.

they were back. again.

at this point, hoseok and jungkook weren’t even pretending to have a reason to be at jin’s apartment—they were just nosy and determined.

“he said he was working all day,” jungkook whispered as they slipped inside, “so we’ve got time to look.”

“just a quick check,” hoseok agreed, eyes scanning the room like a detective in a crime drama. “in and out. we’re not being weird.”

ten seconds later, they were in the kitchen and that’s when hoseok stopped cold. “dude.” he pointed into the sink like it was a pile of gold.

there, sitting on top of jin’s usual black mugs and stainless steel tumblers, was a pastel pink ceramic mug with little strawberries on it. strawberries.

even worse? the words “you’re berry cute” were printed in cursive under the rim.

jungkook’s mouth dropped open. “oh my god. that is not his.” hoseok picked it up carefully, like it was sacred. “this is hers. she drinks coffee here.”

“it’s got lipstick on the rim,” jungkook whispered, pointing. “she left a mark. this is literal evidence.” hoseok squinted, “same shade as the neck stain, i’m calling it.”

they stood there in stunned silence for a moment, the mug like a trophy between them. “she’s leaving a trail,” jungkook said. “this is marking her territory.”

hoseok nodded like he was decoding a conspiracy. “pink mug. lipstick stain. left in plain sight. she wants us to know.”

jungkook gasped. “she’s taunting us.”

just then, hoseok’s phone buzzed with a text from jin.

jin: do not touch the pink mug. it’s not yours.

you were curled up on jin’s couch, legs tucked under you, your hello kitty plush hugged close to your chest. jin was in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when he suddenly laughed under his breath.

you looked over at him, “what’s funny?”

he turned toward you, a playful glint in his eyes. “i think they’re onto us.” you blinked, then smiled slowly. “hobi and jungkook?”

jin nodded, walking over to flop down next to you. “they’ve been acting so weird. asking me random questions. dropping by my place like they’re not obviously snooping. jungkook stared at a mug for like ten minutes.”

you bit your lip to hide your grin, “my mug?” jin raised an eyebrow. “the one that says ‘you’re berry cute’? yeah. that one.”

you laughed, burying your face in the plush. “oh my gosh, no way.” he leaned his head back against the couch, smiling up at the ceiling. “they’ve seen the lipstick stains. the plushie. the photo in my wallet. i think… they’re putting it all together.”

you sat up a little, eyes shining. “do you wanna tell them?” jin turned to you, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “not yet. i wanna see how far they’ll go first.”

you giggled, sliding closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“me?” he tilted his head like he was offended. “you’re the one who left the mug out on purpose.” you shrugged, smiling innocently. “maybe i just like watching them suffer.”

he wrapped an arm around you, chuckling. “god, you’re perfect.” you hummed against his shoulder, voice soft. “think they’ll freak out when they realize it’s me?”

“oh, 100%,” jin said. “but it’ll be worth every second.” his plump lips kissed your temple.

later that week, it was quiet in the building’s lobby when hoseok and jungkook stepped in, still buzzing from their latest theory.

“she’s definitely staying over,” jungkook whispered. “stains, plush, lipstick mug—it’s basically a second home.”

hoseok nodded. “at this point, she’s practically moved in.” Thehey headed toward the practice room, mid-convo, when they heard laughter echoing through the hall.

that laugh.

the one hoseok recognized from the phone call and the grocery store. he froze, “wait. wait—that’s her.”

they whipped around the corner, and that’s when they saw it.

you were standing near the elevators, casually chatting with your uncle—their manager. your hair was pulled back, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, and you were laughing at something he said, just like the first day hoseok saw you at the store.

and then you turned slightly.

enough for the sunlight to hit your face.

enough for them to see you.

jungkook gasped, “THAT’S HER.”

hoseok eyes went wide, “THAT’S JIN’S GIRLFRIEND.”

you looked over at the sound of movement and locked eyes with them both. there was a flicker of recognition in your expression. you smiled politely.

but it was already too late. jungkook leaned over to hoseok, “that’s the girl from the wallet picture. the laugh. the mug. the everything. it all makes sense now.”

“she’s the niece,” hoseok whispered back, stunned. “she’s the manager’s niece!”

you took a step toward them, casually, with a knowing little smirk on your lips.

“hey,” you greeted, voice calm, sweet, like you hadn’t just shattered every assumption they’d been building for weeks. “you guys have been looking for me, haven’t you?”

they blinked. speechless. mouths open.

“what—how did—?” jungkook stammered.

you just laughed again—that laugh—and suddenly, it wasn’t a mystery anymore. it was hilarious.

jin strolled out of the hallway a second later, throwing an arm around your shoulders like he’d done at the store. “oh,” he said, totally unfazed. “you found her.”

“you—you knew we were snooping?!” hoseok exploded, eyes wide. jin grinned. “Obviously.”

you leaned into jin, laughing. “you guys are terrible spies.” jungkook looked like his soul had just left his body. “this whole time…”

jin nodded proudly, “this whole time.” hoseok groaned, covering his face. “we were literally taking notes.”

you and jin both laughed as you walked past them, hand in hand. “nice mug, by the way,” jungkook muttered under his breath.

you looked back over your shoulder with a wink. “thanks. it’s my favorite.”

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