#Seokjin X Reader

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Where Forgiveness Grows (Finale) | Kim Seokjin

The tea kettle whistles.

You don’t move right away.

Outside, snow falls in tired spirals. The world wrapped in a hush that feels almost too delicate to touch.

Your grandmother is setting the table — mismatched cups, an old chipped saucer she always saves for you, and the honey jar with the tiny wooden dipper. It’s the same routine she’s followed since you were small. Safe. Predictable.

“Come sit,” she says softly. “Before it gets cold.”

You do.

Not because you’re hungry.

But because it feels like if you keep going through the motions, you might outrun the ache inside your chest.

You stir your tea slowly. Clockwise. Always clockwise.

And then she says it.

Gently. Without warning.

Like someone setting a bird free from their palm.

“He painted the fence, didn’t he?”

Your hand stills.

You don’t look up.

“And those oranges. The ones peeled just the way you like.”

A pause. “That boy’s always had a good memory.”

Your throat tightens.

You reach for your cup again just to hold something.

“Halmeoni…”

But she doesn’t let you run this time.

Not with your words. Not with your silence.

“You don’t have to forgive him,” she says, eyes kind but steady. “You don’t have to love him again, child.”

“Then why are you bringing him up?” you whisper.

“Because the way you look out the window when you think I’m not watching… that’s not someone who’s forgotten.”

Tears prick your lashes.

You blink them away.

“He broke me.”

“Yes,” she says. No denial. No coddling. “And still… something in you remains tied to him.”

“I don’t want to be tied.”

“Then untie it with truth. Not silence.”

The spoon in your cup clinks gently.

A sound that suddenly feels unbearably loud in the still kitchen.

She reaches across the table, places her hand over yours.

Warm. Familiar.

“You’ve been surviving. And I’m proud of that. But baby, surviving isn’t the same as healing.”

You bite your lip.

Hard.

As if pain might stop the wave building behind your ribs.

“He waits for you,” she continues. “Not like a man who’s entitled. But like one who’s willing to be nothing more than the quiet outside your door.”

The silence that follows is thick.

Like snow before a storm.

“You don’t owe him your heart again,” she says, standing to clear the cups. “But maybe you owe yourself the chance to ask if you still want it.”

That night, you sit on your bed, staring at the snow-globed village outside your window.

You don’t cry.

You don’t smile.

You just breathe.

In.

Out.

And then you reach for your notebook — the one you haven’t touched in weeks.

You flip it open.

Write one line.

“Did it hurt you too?”

You don’t send it.

But you fold the paper.

Slide it into your coat pocket.

Just in case tomorrow, your feet start walking toward the bookstore before your heart decides to follow.

The snow falls softly that morning.

It’s the kind of snowfall that muffles the world, hushes your footsteps, and makes everything feel suspended in time — like the village is holding its breath.

You don’t plan to go.

Not really.

You just put the note in your coat pocket and tell yourself you’re only walking.

Just walking.

And yet, somehow, you find yourself standing in front of the old bookstore.

Your fingers tremble slightly as they reach for the brass handle.

The bell chimes softly as you step inside.

The air smells like cedar and rain-soaked books.

The shopkeeper glances up, surprised.

You’ve been here before, once or twice, but today he watches you longer.

As if he knows.

As if everyone knows.

You clear your throat.

“Is the tenant upstairs in?”

The old man nods once.

“Quiet morning. You can go up.”

You climb the stairs like each one is a confession.

Your heart thuds loud enough to echo off the walls.

You hesitate at the door.

Knock once.

No answer.

Knock again.

Then, softly—like the memory of his name—

“Seokjin.”

He opens the door a moment later.

His eyes widen.

You almost see him falter, like a man who’s dreamt of this moment so often he’s no longer sure it’s real.

He doesn’t speak.

He just steps aside.

You enter.

The room is small.

Simple.

Lived-in.

A kettle whistles quietly on the hot plate. A blanket draped over the couch. A stack of letters tied with twine near the window.

You don’t ask what they are.

You already know.

He closes the door gently.

You still haven’t looked him in the eye.

Until you do.

And it hurts.

Because he’s thinner. Quieter.

His beauty hasn’t faded—it’s just softened with grief.

“I didn’t think—” he begins, voice hoarse.

“I didn’t either,” you say.

Silence stretches like a thread pulled taut.

Then you pull the note from your coat.

Set it on the table between you.

“I wrote this yesterday. I didn’t know if I’d give it to you.”

His fingers hover over it.

He doesn’t open it.

Just waits.

So you speak.

“Did it hurt you too?”

He closes his eyes.

And something inside him breaks—softly, without sound.

“Yes,” he whispers.

“Not like it hurt me,” you add.

His hands clench into fists.

“No,” he agrees, voice splintering. “Not like it hurt you. But it… it destroyed me differently.”

You sit down on the worn chair near the window.

He stays standing, like he’s afraid if he moves, you’ll disappear.

“Why?” you ask, the question finally finding its voice. “Why did you do it?”

His eyes shimmer, red-rimmed and full.

“Because I was lost. And stupid. And selfish. Because I thought love was something I could take for granted, and I thought you’d… always be there.”

You swallow hard.

“I was always there.”

His head bows. Shame bends his spine.

“I know. And I crushed that. I know.”

“Did you love her?” you ask, voice a whisper.

He looks up immediately, frantic.

“No,” he says. “Never. I didn’t even… It was one drunk, pathetic, meaningless night. And I woke up empty. Not because of what I did—but because it wasn’t you.”

You flinch.

He sees it.

And you both fall silent again.

The room is quiet but full of ghosts.

Your Christmas tree.

Your laughter in the kitchen.

His arms around you under falling snow.

“I don’t want to be a reason you stop trusting the world,” he says at last. “I don’t want to be a wound that keeps bleeding.”

“Then what do you want to be?”

He breathes in, shaky.

“The man who waits,” he says. “The one who never asks you to forgive. Only hopes someday… you might remember who I was before I ruined it.”

You stand.

Walk slowly to the door.

He watches, not moving.

Not pleading.

But as your hand touches the handle, you speak, barely above a breath.

“I remember that man.”

You don’t turn around.

“But I also remember the one who broke me.”

“I know,” he whispers.

“I don’t know which one you are now.”

“Maybe both,” he says. “But the better one is fighting. Every day.”

You linger at the door.

“Keep fighting, Seokjin.”

Then you leave.

And he doesn’t follow.

But when the door clicks shut behind you, he breaks.

Quietly.

Like snow melting off a roof after a long, cold winter.

You don’t remember the walk back.

Not really.

You remember your boots crunching softly through the snow.

You remember the sky — low and gray, like it wanted to cry but didn’t know how.

And you remember your heartbeat. It never stopped running.

You take off your coat slowly. Hang it up by the fire.

Your grandmother’s not in the room — probably knitting, or asleep with the radio humming some old song you never quite learned the lyrics to.

You sit at the kitchen table.

And for a while, you just stare at your hands.

They’re shaking.

You saw him.

You finally said it out loud.

You told the room, the empty chair across from you, the chipped mug beside your palm.

“I saw him.”

It should feel like a wound reopening.

But it doesn’t.

It feels… heavier.

Like grief’s older sibling — the kind that lives not in tears, but in silence.

You press your forehead to the table.

It’s cold. It grounds you.

The memory of his voice still clings to your skin.

The way it broke.

The way he said your name like a man who hadn’t spoken it aloud in weeks — only in letters. Only in prayers.

“I was always there.”

You hate how your voice cracked when you said it.

You hate how true it was.

How loyal. How foolish.

And yet—

You hate more how your heart answered when he spoke.

How the ache inside you shifted — not healed, not forgiven, but stirred.

He’s still in there.

In your chest.

Somewhere.

You buried him deep, beneath the betrayal, beneath the sleepless nights and unanswered letters.

But not deep enough, apparently.

Your grandmother finds you like that.

Head down, hands balled, the remnants of a storm still in your lashes.

She doesn’t say anything.

Just pours you tea.

Sets it beside you.

Then, in that soft, knowing voice only grandmothers have:

“Did you say what needed to be said?”

You nod once.

“Did he?”

Another nod.

She sits across from you.

Not as comfort.

Not as pressure.

Just presence.

“It hurts,” you whisper.

“Of course it does.”

“And I still—”

Your voice catches.

“I don’t know if I’m angry or sad or… just tired.”

“Probably all of it,” she says gently. “Love doesn’t die clean.”

You lift your head.

Look her in the eye.

“What if I still love him?”

She smiles, slow and sad.

“Then love him. Or don’t. But whatever you choose, choose it for the woman you are now. Not the girl who stood beside a Christmas tree thinking forever had only one shape.”

You sleep that night with the window cracked open.

Cold air slips through the room, brushes your cheeks.

You dream of snow-globed memories.

Of fireplaces.

Of laughter and letters.

Of a man waiting quietly in a room above a bookstore.

When you wake, your pillow is damp.

And for the first time in weeks,

you don’t cry because of him.

You cry because maybe—

just maybe—

the part of you he broke…

is beginning to whisper back to life.

Spring came slowly to the village.

It dripped down icicles.

Crept through the thawed earth.

Bloomed behind your ribs before it ever touched the trees.

You hadn’t seen Seokjin in days.

Only heard of him.

A neighbor mentioned he’d helped fix the roof on the chapel.

The shopkeeper said he left flowers outside the window one morning — lilies, your favorite.

Your grandmother never said much.

Only hummed when his name passed between spoon and breath.

But you felt him.

In the way silence softened between heartbeats.

In the way your anger stopped tasting like ash, and began tasting like memory.

One morning, you found it.

A letter.

Folded on your doorstep, tied with blue string.

You nearly didn’t open it.

You’d read enough of him to drown.

But something in the way it was sealed — no return address, no date — felt different.

So you opened it slowly.

And read.

My Y/N,

I won’t ask if you’re well. I don’t deserve that answer yet.

But I hope… you’re breathing easier. I hope the sky has been gentle with you lately.

I think of you when it rains.

When it snows.

When the village bells chime at noon and I remember your laugh echoing against stained glass.

I don’t write this to win you back.

I write it because the man I was needed to be witnessed.

And the man I’m becoming needs to be honest.

I failed you.

I cracked the life we built with my own hands.

With one night.

With one lie of loneliness I fed myself instead of turning toward the truth — you.

But you were the truth. You always were.

I won’t say I’ve changed.

That’s too easy.

I’ll say I’m changing.

I wake early.

I mend fences.

I read your old letters like scripture.

I speak to you out loud sometimes, when no one is listening.

And if someday, you speak back—

Even if it’s only once—

I will carry that sound with me like a heartbeat.

Yours, even still,

Seokjin

You sat with the letter for hours.

Traced the ink with your thumb.

Folded it once, carefully.

Slipped it into your coat.

And walked.

The door to the bookstore was open.

The bell didn’t chime this time.

He was sitting by the window, back turned, reading.

You stood there a long while before speaking.

“You didn’t ask me to come back.”

He looked up, startled.

But he didn’t stand.

Didn’t run to you.

Only watched you like he’d imagined this moment too many times to trust it now.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t.”

“Why?”

He closed the book.

“Because forgiveness isn’t a leash. And love… real love doesn’t beg. It waits. It heals. It hopes.”

You stepped inside.

Slowly.

The space between you felt different now.

Not a wound.

Not a war.

Just a scar you both still carried — one you might one day trace with gentler hands.

“You hurt me,” you said. Not as a knife. Just a truth.

“I know.”

“You made me feel like I was the only one trying to hold us together.”

“You were.”

“And now?”

He stood.

Walked toward you.

Stopped just short of your breath.

“Now I’m learning what it means to hold someone properly. Not possess. Not promise. But honor.”

You looked at him.

Really looked.

He still looked like your husband.

But not the same one.

This Seokjin had shadows beneath his eyes.

Lines at the corners of his mouth.

A softness to his voice like rain on a roof you once built together.

“Do you still love me?” you asked.

He didn’t flinch.

“I never stopped.”

“Even when you—”

“Even then,” he said, pain blooming behind his eyes. “Especially then. That’s what made it worse.”

You nodded slowly.

A tear slipped down your cheek.

And then—

You stepped into his arms.

Not because everything was fixed.

Not because the past was erased.

But because the future felt possible again.

And when his arms wrapped around you, hesitant and reverent, it didn’t feel like coming back to a man.

It felt like coming home to a version of yourself that you thought had died.

That night, you didn’t sleep in your old room.

You didn’t sleep in the room above the bookstore, either.

You simply sat beside him on the bench behind the church,

watching the stars blink open, one by one,

and for the first time in months—

you breathed,

together.

Epilogue

The snow is falling again.

Not heavy. Not wild.

Just gentle — like someone shaking flour through the sky.

You open the window, and it smells like pine. Like the hush before something sacred.

Inside, the house is warm.

There’s music playing — one of those old jazz records he swore he didn’t like but always hums along to.

The tree stands modestly in the corner. Not grand, not expensive. But full of stories.

Each ornament is a memory.

The clay reindeer from your first year together.

A cracked silver bell from the year you almost didn’t make it.

And one small hand-painted snowflake from the Christmas after — the one that changed everything.

You hear footsteps in the hallway.

A soft knock.

Then his voice, low and smiling:

“Can I come in?”

You turn.

“You live here, Jin.”

“Still feels like I should ask.”

You laugh.

He enters slowly, arms full of wrapping paper, tape tangled around one wrist.

“Our daughter won’t stop snooping,” he says. “I had to tape her door shut.”

“She gets it from you.”

“Impossible,” he says with a mock gasp. “I’m an innocent man.”

You take the tape from his fingers. Kiss his cheek. Let the moment linger.

It’s been seven years.

Since the silence.

Since the letters.

Since the night you let him hold you under the stars again.

It wasn’t perfect.

There were hard conversations.

Nights you cried.

Mornings he apologized again, not with words but with his presence.

But he stayed.

And so did you.

Not out of obligation.

But out of choice.

Over and over.

Choice.

Later, you sit beside the fire.

Your daughter is asleep upstairs — cheeks flushed, dreams full of sleigh bells.

Seokjin hands you a cup of cocoa and rests his head on your shoulder.

“You ever think about that year?” he asks softly.

You know which one.

“Sometimes,” you say.

“I do,” he murmurs. “Not because I want to. But because it reminds me how lucky I am that you stayed. That we made it.”

You don’t say anything right away.

Just watch the flames curl in the hearth.

Then, gently:

“We didn’t make it back to what we were. We made something new.”

“Better?” he asks.

You look at him.

His eyes are older now.

Lines deeper.

But there’s peace there — a kind of softness that only comes from losing something… and holding it again like it’s breakable.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Better.”

Outside, the snow continues to fall.

Inside, two people sit quietly, wrapped in a love that doesn’t glitter —

but glows.

Steady.

Forged.

Real.

The kind of love that remembers what it cost…

and keeps choosing to stay.

[blackberrywonie]

I can't wait to find out what the others will be like with her, I'm excited to see how they interact.

Moondir - 02

Pairing | moondir!OT7 x human!Reader

Word Count | 4,6k

Warnings | +18, blood draw, talk about forced pregnancy, mention of multiple partners, noncon kiss, angst, fear and psychological pressure, a strange bond MC feels with Hoseok (predator/prey relationship), this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | The Moondir, born of the Moon Goddess' love for a wolf, were persecuted and enslaved by humans for merely existing. Moondirian women have been captured and killed in the most heinous ways, men have instead been forced to do dangerous work in place of the humans themselves, and after more than a century, this has virtually brought their race to the brink of extinction. A group of Moondirian rebels have succeeded in their quest to regain their freedom, and not without the use of the crudest violence. Their females are now gone, and it will be human women who will help them repopulate the world.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️ Here is the second chapter of Moondir, I hope you enjoy it! 🥰 I put my whole self into writing this chapter, imagining and structuring the future relationships between MC and the seven, here you have a little taste of it with Hoseok! Let me know what you think, I love your comments! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love you 💜

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Main List - 01 - 02

You gaze in clear amazement at the procreation center, the city's most modern hospital has been used as a base, you have never had the privilege of stepping foot in it in the past, and to think that you will enter it now because you are forced to does upset you in no small measure.

Hoseok, at your side, holds you in a firm, icy grip, looks ahead, and the grin of a few hours earlier has disappeared from his face. The green gem of his eyes has been swallowed by a dark shadow, and no one dares to approach you or him. Everyone in there seems to keep away, all armed men and all very guarded, just peering at you as if you were a juicy steak. You and Hoseok walk past the marbled lobby to enter the medical area without first asking a secretary. Simply because - just like in Seokjin's hospital - there are no secretaries. And frankly, Hoseok also seems all too sure; this is certainly not the first time he has walked the corridors of this huge hospital.

“Is this something you do often? Bring women here, I mean?” you ask in a low voice, narrowly catching his attention.

“Mh. Let's just say that thanks to my rank I can afford to do that, if I had been an ordinary soldier, those guys out there probably would have jumped on you without much fuss,” he snorts, annoyed.

You don't dare ask any more; it's clear as day that if he could, this man would join the party along with the others.

The further you go into the hospital, the more the cold architectural lines make your hair stand on end, as do the men in suits you see darting from room to room with medical masks over their faces and long white lab coats fluttering here and there. Not a shadow of a woman so far, could it be that humans have really exterminated all Moondirians women? Is there not a single one left?

A door opens in front of you automatically and a pungent smell of disinfectant makes your nose wrinkle. You are tired of disinfectant and hospitals. Will you be forced to stay there? And for how long?

“Just come in quietly, little flower,” Hoseok points you to a smaller, powder-pink door, ‘I've had enough of women screaming and crying at the sight of a tiny needle; so, don't piss me off,’ he intimates dangerously, opening the door and pushing you in unceremoniously, as he is used to doing such things by now.

Inside, it is just like Kim Seokjin's studio, the only difference being the lack of a table with stirrups, replaced instead by a long, shiny, clean, white table with a sealed container of empty, shiny test tubes ready on top. The walls blind you with their whiteness; everything is tremendously aseptic and impersonal.

You are about to feel sick, and perhaps, just noticing your new, bad complexion, Hoseok pushes you abruptly toward the chair.

“You haven't even seen the needle yet,” he teases you, regaining some of the amusement he dared not show in front of other soldiers. In a way, Hoseok seems to have two completely different personalities, and you don't know which one scares you more.

The sadist who loves to have fun or the soldier who fears no one?

Either way, Hoseok seems to be in control of the whole situation.

“Oh, good. You brought a new one,” a well-placed man enters the room; he's as big as a closet, but his expression is softened by small round black glasses, his forest green eyes following you like a scanner.

“Seokjin gave me these,” Hoseok says, tossing papers on the doctor's desk about you and your exam, the big man nods before smiling at you a little.

“All right, dear, I'm Oliver Smith,” he introduces himself cordially, ”I'm the ugly wolf who's going to take samples of your blood.”

You look at him a little upset, why would a Moondirian approach you in such a kind way? Hoseok looks annoyed, too.

“Give it a rest, Olly,” he grumbles, but Oliver shakes his head.

“Don't mind Hoseok, he's the big bad wolf, but as long as I'm around he can only grumble.”

“I don't think I understand, what do you need my blood for?”

“Good question, girl,” nods Oliver, “Your blood will help us figure out which male you will be compatible with. We have a huge list of males suitable for mating, but you are human and clearly in order to sire a pup you will need the right male. A match, in short.”

You look at him wordlessly, you thought you were going to be thrown to all the soldiers in the breeding center, the image Yoongi gave you is this. Instead it all seems quite controlled.

“I guess I can't refuse,” you state grimly, Hoseok snorts through his nose in yet another irritating scowl. Oliver gives him a glare.

“No, you can't refuse, it's for the good of our species” Oliver checks the opening page of that pile of papers before turning back to look at you, “Y/N. But you must know that we have everything under control, no harm will come to you, unlike others-” and here you see him glowering at Hoseok again, “We understand that you girls didn't have much say about the events that happened a hundred years ago.”

You don't trust Oliver, even though he has been more helpful and kind than Hoseok, but you do nothing when he gently holds your arm to tighten a tourniquet around it, you shudder at the feel of alcohol-soaked gauze disinfecting your skin.

An invisible grip forces you to look for Hoseok; he is staring at you. His green eyes are lighter and mottled, like pure jade, but his expression betrays no emotion. He looks like a statue. You hardly notice the vials filling with your dark, vermilion blood as Dr. Oliver continues with the blood drawing.

You feel weaker and maybe even pale, your head is heavy and empty at the same time, shit, how you hate doctors and hospitals....

Oliver barely has time to remove your tourniquet to apply a band-aid before you slump into the chair, unconscious.

Oliver looks at you with pity, “She endured a lot in one day, she didn't even scream,” he notes with a certain amount of surprise, making Hoseok sneer.

“Don't be so impressed, she just did her duty, she knows her place,” he murmurs colorlessly, before approaching you. He lifts you from the chair without even an effort, and Oliver sighs.

“Set her up in one of the private rooms, we'll keep her monitored until the test results come back with the compatible male.”

You recover slightly, but you don't dare open your eyes again, fearing to anger Hoseok, who is holding you in his arms rather stiffly. The material of his uniform smells of cedar and sea, but it is rough enough that you are not tempted to rub against his chest to get some rest.

“I hope they get a move on in the lab, I can't wait to send her as far away from here as possible,” he blurts, you trying hard not to let them know you're awake, but you can't stop the trembling of your lips. So you won't stay at the procreation center, you'll be sent who knows where!

“What's the matter, Sergeant...is the girl making you nervous?” taunts Oliver with a smirk, Hoseok shushing him with a sour look.

“You said it right, I'm a Sergeant. Nothing and no one can make me nervous, got it?”

Your heart is beating so fast that even your chest is moving back and forth, trying to hold it in your rib cage, with that you are now certain that Hoseok has noticed you are awake, however, he does not say a word about it. He prefers to ignore you as he walks out through the blinding hallway. And you find it hard to admit that his grip on your body is so firm that you sense he will never let you fall. You can't even remember the last time someone carried you around like this, maybe your father when you were a child?

You bite your lip, chasing away that thought, your father is now dead, and for his and many others' actions you will pay with your womb for what they did to the wolves of Moondir.

Two days pass before anyone deigns to bring you news about your near future. Until then you have been monitored nonstop by two doctors with unfamiliar faces, in a room so sterile and empty it seems at times macabre, you feel like you are in a horror movie with the only difference being that you are really living in a nightmare.

You lower your gaze to the IV attached to your arm, you are not sick, but they said they want to make sure you are well hydrated and strong for what you will face out there, they are feeding your body with something necessary for your future sexual relations. You don't know what it is, and you admit that you cried like a little girl after Hoseok left you in this room, walking away without so much as a word, as if he was tired of looking after you. You never saw him or Seokjin again.

The only positive note is that you did not see Yoongi again either.

But you don't regret the times when you treated him like a human being when he still lived in your house. You never acted superior toward him, although that certainly didn't help you. You can't really believe that in the past you were like this-.

A soft knock on the door brings you back to reality, distracting you from your alarming thoughts - were you really thinking about that after all he did to you?

Oliver's blank expression makes you frown, usually he brings your daily results with a smile, now he looks strange.

“Hello, Y/N” he greets you, "How are you feeling today?" he asks every day.

“I'm fine, doctor,” you reply as usual, watching him nod with papers in his hands.

“We have the results of the first exam I submitted you to,” he clearly refers to the exam regarding the compatible male.

You knew this moment would come, but you can't help but clutch the white sheets between your fingers; you're not ready to leave that new as well as fragile daily routine. You still hate hospitals, but no one there has threatened you. What will happen when you leave? Will the male treat you well?

“Y/N” Oliver calls you back frowning, "I need you to listen to me very carefully, I hold your future in my hands," he makes it clear without preamble.

“I know, I'm listening” you find yourself saying with a dry mouth.

“When you leave, you'll get one visit from me a month, I'll make sure you're okay and that you don't miss anything,” he begins in a confident tone, "But I'm not going to lie to you, something out of the ordinary has happened and I need you to be prepared psychologically.”

You open your eyes wide, “I don't understand, I'm healthy, you said so” possible that in a few days something has happened to your body? Being used at the will of a man - a wolf to be precise - doesn't make you crazy, but you also don't want to die of who knows what illness.

“You're not sick, Y/N,” the doctor tries to calm you down, ”Okay? It's not that. You've received many matches,” he spits in the end, a little worried about your reaction.

“W-what?” you stammer, ”You mean... two males?”

“No, not two.” and then the bomb, “Seven.”

No. This can't be true, there's no way you can stand that. One Moondirian is dangerous, two are unmanageable, but seven... with a startled groan you imagine what kind of death you will get. A very, very slow and painful one.

Oliver takes off his glasses, rubbing the lenses with the fabric of his lab coat, “It's shocking. Even the guys in the lab were surprised. Only once have we had more than one match with a single female, but even then it was only two compatible males. Your body, on the other hand, tested compatible with as many as seven Moondirians. We repeated the test, but the result remained the same.”

You observe him without blinking. Oliver looks surprised, but not frightened; you can see his emotions clearly now. The doctor is thrilled, though he tries not to show it to you specifically.

You will be fed to seven wolves.

“Does this mean that I will have sexual relations with all of them? What will really happen to me? It's all just too much! I am not a rag doll to be divided into seven parts!” you blurt out in panic, trying to pull the IV out, which Oliver won't allow by holding you by the wrist.

“Calm down.” he murmurs sternly, making you nauseous. Of course, everyone here thinks you're the weird one.

“You can't escape this obligation, the only alternative would be to die, and I assure you the soldiers don't go lightly.”

You know, you read in their eyes the lust and anger in them, they would not pity you.

“One of them is a doctor, I will only be able to visit you once a month, but he will make sure every day that you are fine, okay? He will also explain to you in detail what they expect from you and what you absolutely must not do,” you nod slowly, unable to say anything else. Your vision blurs and you look away from Oliver, who has meanwhile gently slipped the needle out of your arm. He stopped you from removing the IV because you would have hurt yourself, and despite this kindness you are not grateful, now you know that this man is just making sure you get to them intact. You are disgusted, you would have preferred Hoseok's direct cruelty to Oliver's false kindness.

“Get some sleep, they will come for you tonight.”

“You won't tell me anything about them? Not even how I might recognize them?” you ask angrily, but Oliver denies with his head.

“I am not allowed to talk about them, you will meet them yourself when they come for you.”

With those last words of his, he leaves the room never to return.

“Are you ready?” asks one of the doctors who assisted you in those last days spent at the center.

You cross your arms, finding it comfortable and safe in the warmth of the new sweater you were provided a few hours earlier, along with some simple jeans and sneakers. The doctor nods in satisfaction, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. From what you understand, almost all the doctors at the procreation center have vision problems, this due to a dangerous exposure in one of the many chemical factories where they were being exploited by humans.

“The car has arrived, just missing you, girl.”

It's like walking toward the gallows; the terror, the anxiety, the rising heartbeat, it's all there.

Then, in the middle of the dark and desolate street surrounding the procreation center you see it; it's Hoseok's car. Two green, disinterested eyes watch you as you drive through the front doors, accompanied by one of the doctors. Your heart skips a beat.

“She's ready, she's responded well to the treatment, just as we expected,” you hear the doctor say, Hoseok merely nodding before focusing on you again, squaring you from head to toe with an air of condescension.

“So, little flower... I'll be your Charon, aren't you excited about that?”

A strange and unsettling feeling snakes down your spine.

Could it be that-

“Are you one of the seven?” you ask point-blank, praying for a negative answer.

You see him smile in response, “Who knows...”

“You will receive a visit from Dr. Smith at least once a month, I trust you will treat this genetic prodigy well,” the doctor goes back to say.

Genetic prodigy? Obviously.

A human woman compatible with seven Moondirians is really something prodigious and valuable.

You are just a broodmare; you will be thrown away when you can no longer bring children into the world.

You enter the car with a sense of déjà-vu, the only difference being that when Hoseok reaches you, he no longer seems so cheerful.

“I prayed to the Moon Goddess, asking her to keep you away from my person, but as far as I can see, our fates have once again become entwined,” he mumbles as he puts on his seatbelt.

“I'm not so happy to see you again either,” you spit between your teeth, no longer able to hold back your irritation. The wolf snorts slightly, but then suddenly you have your chin clenched in a terribly painful grip and two green eyes glaring at you.

“A word of advice, little flower,” he blows into your face - notes of cedar and sea leave you stunned for a moment - and then resumes, ”Try to keep that attitude of yours at bay, some of them are more touchy than others, and I wouldn't advise you to upset them by being a brat.”

Maybe you've gone completely crazy, but you can't refrain from answering them again with a taunt, “Are you like them, Hoseok?”

It is like watching flames suddenly burst into flames, unable to do anything to avoid them. One moment the wolf is still holding you tight, the next he grabs you by the hair and presumptuously presses your lips against his, with a growl that silences your pitiful moan.

He is violent, invasive, his tongue penetrates your mouth hard to your throat, forcing you to gasp for air, and his sharp teeth scratch the delicate skin of your lips. The taste of blood intrudes on your entanglement of tongues and fear blinds you.

You place your hand on his chest and push him away forcefully, succeeding after no small amount of effort only because he is the one allowing you to do so, putting an end to that barbaric attack.

“What the fuck-!” you sob, shocked, barely noticing that Hoseok is quietly wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform.

“Now be quiet. You are in no position to provoke or dictate, try not to piss me off, I've already told you.”

You bring your hands to your lap, lowering your eyes. With a hollow in the center of your chest and tears stuck in your throat, you realize that your first kiss was used for a cowardly display of power.

But in such a world, what is the point of preserving the first kiss? For you and many other women, sweetness or love will no longer exist, nor will the possibility of finding a faithful and loving partner.

The roar of the car became a pleasant background noise, something you listened to carefully to distract yourself from the dangerous presence at your side.

All along the way your lips tingled and pulsed, still swollen from the bites of Hoseok, who had certainly not held back. He had to punish you, and he did it in the vilest of ways; therefore, you dared not even look at him by accident since you left.

Several times, looking first at the city and then at the countryside from the window, you had the eerie desire to open the door and jump out of the running car. But you reconsidered. Whether you were dead or alive, Hoseok is a Moondirian and would have caught up with you in a very few seconds, perhaps even taking sadistic pleasure in finding you smashed on the asphalt.

It is certainly disgusting, but... you don't want to die, not yet. Even though you've wished it many times, it's not really what you want.

“We have arrived,” your Charon informs you, pointing you to a country house that is very old, but also solid enough to still stand effortlessly.

The pale stone villa stands on an expanse of undulating fields, surrounded by cypress trees and quiet wilderness. The arched windows of the house watch you sleepily as Hoseok waves you out of the car.

You take a closer look at the exterior walls of the villa, slightly cracked from the many years that have passed and who knows how many stories to tell; beyond that there is also a wooden veranda running the entire south side of the house, with empty and abandoned terracotta pots. You take steps forward, intrigued by all you are allowed to see, and you also notice the presence of an orchard, also abandoned, that extends to the edge of the woods.

“Don't get any ideas, this is an isolated house that we use as a base,” mutters Hoseok, before muttering to himself, ' 'Cause of you we'll have to live there a lot longer.'

You stiffen.

Thanks to the natural beauty of that forgotten place, you are momentarily lost in your exploration, forgetting the presence of other Moondirians.

“Don't just stand there, you might get sick,” he blurts, grabbing you by the arm, realizing that a slightly too cold breeze is making you shiver, ”You're annoying as it is, don't make it worse with your physical weakness.”

He drags you to the large dark oak front door, pulling out a set of keys probably as old as the house. With a loud click, the door creaks open, showing the antiquated, but neat and tidy interior, as if someone had recently cleaned it up.

The smell of scented candles permeates the air, leaving you surprised given its appearance - you thought you smelled dust or mold, not baked apple and cinnamon. One glance at Hoseok's more relaxed expression and you realize that a Moondirian's sense of smell would not have liked that stench of an old and neglected house.

It's ridiculous to walk alongside him, carefully observing every dark corner of the house and lightly lit only by candles; it's like watching a lamb willingly flank a wolf. Creepy.

“Have a seat, the others will be here soon,” he points to the black velvet sofa, taking off his uniform jacket himself to place it on a coat rack. The cream-colored wallpaper with small stylized flowers whispers to you that the mansion probably belonged to an elderly but well-off human couple. Perhaps they lived humbly to remain in God's grace, but perhaps they died because of Moondir's wolves.

You sit cautiously on the sofa as Hoseok pours himself a glass of brandy without deigning to offer you any, not that you would accept that unlikely show of kindness.

“Why are you assigned to me?” you ask.

Hoseok strikes you as someone who prefers to give orders, not receive them.

“You mean because I carried you around here and there? I was the only one free, the others are busy with hunting, you know... finding males of your kind and torturing them a bit,” he explains easily, making your eyes widen.

“Uh... Dr. Smith also mentioned a doctor among you,” you have to make sure, Moondirian doctors seem much quieter and more sociable than soldiers, you have to be able to make friends with him if you want to live with some dignity.

Hoseok smiles slowly, a smile that does not reach his cold eyes, “Yes... he is in charge of treating the prisoners' wounds. They can't die while we're torturing them, they have to talk, and if they die before they do, they won't be of any use at all.”

He talks about such things with a monstrous calm, as if it were absolute and perfect normalcy.

“How can you sleep at night, thinking of all the people you've hurt?” you murmur without thinking of the consequences, trapped in a reality devoid of humanity.

Hoseok leans against the wall and crosses his legs, in a more comfortable and relaxed position. He dances the brandy in the glass slowly and cautiously, losing himself in its amber hues with an absorbed air.

“It's not hard, little flower... I think back on what I've been through and their lives automatically fade into the background,” he smiles foolishly, with a maddening shadow in his gaze, “You, on the other hand, should be grateful. You are still alive and not stuck in a tangle of bodies catching fire. Many would like to be in your place.”

Hoseok's eyes twinkle slightly, then he lifts them toward you, but not to look at you. He's looking at something behind you, and a shiver of creepiness coats your skin when something intangible brushes against your ear. It is not the wind. It is too warm and intimate, a sigh.

You get up from the sofa with a scream, Hoseok immediately grabs you preventing you from escaping, holding you tightly to his side with a real laugh this time.

The crash of the glass on the floor is just a miserable detail.

A man watches you, nonchalant. His amber eyes, deep and impenetrable, are framed by thick lashes that accentuate his dark gaze, as if traced by charcoal. They remind you with a shudder of Yoongi, but he is not. There is nothing that unites the two men, apart from the strange, bulky presence. The face, angelic in appearance, is distorted by a smug expression that clutches your stomach.

How many faces does the devil possess? Because he is probably the one in front of you.

“You weren't lying when you said she was as beautiful and fragile as a flower,” he smiles with the tip of a tooth sticking out, ”Who knows how many bastards she'll help us churn out before her petals fall off completely.”

“Hold back, Taehyung... I'm sure you know the rules, our guest has to learn a few things before she can satisfy us,” Hoseok snorts, feeling you trembling against him.

“I won't do anything too invasive, I promise,” insists the new diabolical being, Taehyung.

Your instincts lead you to do something very awkward. You hide behind Hoseok, as if by now your body has gotten used to using that wolf as a shield, deluding you with some kind of protection that doesn't really exist.  You clutch the rough fabric of his uniform as if your very life depended on it, and Hoseok lets you do it, perhaps taking sadistic pleasure in seeing a prey taking refuge in her predator's embrace. You make him feel somehow chosen, something he will never admit to anyone.

“What's up with our little flower?” Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he scans you from head to toe. His eyes linger on your form with an interest he doesn't try to hide. Although you are human, spending pleasant time with you will not be a disgusting experience, as he had assumed when he learned of your match. He just didn't expect that he would have to share you with his teammates as well.

“Please don't call me that,” you murmur hesitantly, finding that nickname ridiculous and embarrassing. It makes you feel like you are something useless in their eyes, nice to get but unimportant.

A flower, in fact.

“Oh, look at that, you made her angry!” Hoseok snickers, shaking his head at the other wolf. “Now apologize,” he adds with a mocking tone, grabbing your wrist with disconcerting familiarity.

Before you can even process what’s happening, he hurls you toward Taehyung.

The latter catches you mid-air, effortlessly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll apologize properly,” Taehyung murmurs, a flicker of excitement in his velvety voice. A boulder of terror plunges into your chest and a scream of anguish explodes in your throat.

[gimmethatagustd]

christmas warfare | ksj

You will win the neighborhood’s “Best Christmas Decorations” contest and rub it in your ex-boyfriend’s face, by any means necessary. Seokjin will win your heart back, even if it means surrendering his crown as King of Christmas Decorations.

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Exes to lovers, Christmas, small town, smut, fluff, humor, light angst

Word Count: 14,487

Content Warning: References past parental death, alcohol (everyone is drunk for like the entire fic), drunk driving (DO NOT DO THIS), drunk sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, tsundere vibes

A/N: Please enjoy some Christmas in May. Part of A Hyung Holiday Collaboration, banner credit @sailorsoons

Soundtrack: Action Figure - WayV

The only thing fun about freezing your ass off at the annual winter market is the mulled wine. You’re wearing leggings under your pants, a thermal shirt under your hoodie, and a thick parka on top of everything, yet the decorative mug of hot mulled wine in your gloved hands is what’s keeping you warm. You can feel the heat of the cup through your gloves, and the alcohol is doing a great job warming up your face and chest. 

It’s been over three years since you last went to the winter market in your hometown. Standing in the middle of downtown, shivering despite the layers as some lady rams into your ankle with her kid’s stroller, reminds you why you always hated going. 

“Do you think dad would like this?” Malik holds up a wooden clock. It’s hand-carved by a local artist, the intricate designs creating the image of a lush forest across the clock’s face. 

Malik is your stepbrother, but you’ve loved him as though he’d always been a part of your family, despite only joining when your mother married Reggie during your sophomore year of college.  

“Yeah, I think so.” You take a small sip of your wine, trying to make it last the rest of your time at the market so you don’t have to spend money on a refill. “Might inspire him to carve something like it.” 

Between starting your new job and settling into your new house, buying Christmas gifts has been at the bottom of your to-do list. Quite frankly, you don’t have the time, not to mention it’s hard. What can you possibly buy that your parents can’t just get themselves? Or that they don’t already own? At least Malik is a teenage boy. You can’t go wrong buying him video games and crew socks with marijuana leaves printed on them. 

He patiently waits while you slip your credit card from the little pocket on the back of your phone case. It’s funny being the adult in this relationship. You’re twenty-seven and still needed your mom to go with you to buy your house, but Malik stares at you with appreciative eyes because you’re the one with a salary to pay for all the gifts. 

“So, are we gonna do it?” His round, innocent eyes narrow into slits. He’s barely got the clock tucked away in his shopping bag before he gets hyper again. 

“No.” 

Malik’s slitted eyes remain, this time accompanied by a pout. “But you said-” 

“I lied to you.” You hold your cup above your head, and you both pretend Malik isn’t tall enough to reach it without even trying. Being the oldest, yet shortest, sibling is bullshit. 

“But they’re gonna come back soon!” 

“Didn’t mom say they want us to go find them?” 

Text messages in the family group chat are reminders that the two of you are supposed to find your mom and Reggie inside the bookstore. It’s family-owned, like most of the shops downtown. Your hometown isn’t tiny, but it’s a somewhat secluded suburb located about an hour outside of the city. Even calling the center of your town’s “downtown” area doesn’t feel right; it’s far too small to be a true “downtown”. There are no skyscrapers or busy city streets, just local shops and a large outdoor music venue that doubles as the location for the winter market and the Christmas lights showcase when it’s too cold for concerts. It’s a stark difference from living in California for the past three years. 

Malik lets out a few more huffs and juts his bottom lip out even further. He knows you’ll give in, and you do. 

“Fine, you little shithead.” 

You hold out your mulled wine, and he grabs it with eager fingers. Though, his squeal of glee is abruptly cut off by a scowl. You press one gloved hand to your mouth to suppress your laughter and snatch your mug from Malik with the other. His face is twisted in disgust as he follows you through the crowd of equally-bundled-up market visitors. 

“I told you you’d think it’s disgusting.” 

Malik grumbles at that, unwilling to admit that you were right. Instead, he adjusts his earmuffs and pouts some more. 

You’re not worried about Malik’s attitude. By the time you reach the bookstore, he’s already forgotten that he’s supposed to be mad at you. No, there’s something else you should be worried about as you push open the door. 

A light ring of a bell indicates that the two of you are entering the store, making the woman at the register lift her head.

“Happy Holidays!” She says with a bright smile. “If you’re here to sign up for the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest, it’s in the back, near the children’s section.”  

You have no intention of competing against your neighbors to win some stupid prize for having the gaudiest decorations draped over your roof and across your front yard. On the other hand, your parents live for this type of shit. That is why you and Malik weave through the aisles of books until you’re met with a small group crowded around a long table. Sign-up sheets are already overflowing with names. It’s all the wealthy stay-at-home moms in their too-tight yoga pants and $2,000 Canada Goose parkas, sipping mulled wine and plotting how they’ll destroy their competition because they have nothing better to do with themselves while their husbands fuck their secretaries. 

Well, maybe you’re being a bit dramatic, but you’ve got your fucking MFA degree, so can anyone blame you? Besides, these are the people you went to high school with. You think you know at least a little bit about what’s going on in this stupid town. 

Although some things have changed in the three years you’ve been gone, most things feel normal. And some things feel normal when they shouldn’t. 

“Seokjin!” 

You shouldn’t be surprised that Malik betrays you. You did call him a shithead not even five minutes ago, but it still stings to watch your little brother launch himself at your ex-boyfriend. The teen’s gangly arms wrap around Seokjin in a sideways hug. The force of the hug nearly spills Seokjin’s wine, but the mug is quickly taken from his hands by none other than your mother. 

It’s rather insulting, actually, seeing your parents crowded around Seokjin. Your mom is holding his mug like it’s a newborn child. The movement is quick, but you think Reggie lifts his hand from gripping Seokjin’s shoulder once he notices you’ve arrived. 

Ridiculous. 

“Hey, bud!” Seokjin beams down at Malik. He murmurs something to the teen before gingerly picking a few pieces of white fuzz that had nestled in his hair, making his hi-top fade look like it had snowflakes dusting it. “Were you rolling around in the fake snow?” 

Malik ducks his head at Seokjin’s teasing. “Nuh-uh.” 

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were. It looks pretty comfy, doesn’t it?” 

You know you’re staring at him. You know it, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from his crinkled eyes as he looks down at Malik with an adoration that never disappeared, even once you were hundreds of miles away from here. It takes you a moment to recognize what he’s wearing wrapped around his neck. The scarf has a pattern of various shades of blue and silver snaking around each other like the swirls in marble. It’s handmade. You know this because you’re the one who knitted it. Seeing Seokjin wearing a gift you made for him nearly five Christmases ago makes the air you breathe in stall in your lungs as though you don’t remember how to exhale. 

Hands that you know are soft rub Malik’s upper back in soothing circles. Seokjin is the only person you’ve seen calm Malik down. No matter how hyper or sassy the kid is, there’s something about Seokjin that neutralizes him. 

It’s because he’s so sweet and gentle, you think to yourself. 

You blink, and the thought is gone. 

Malik finally lets go of the death grip he has on Seokjin; Reggie is the next victim, which is no surprise. With his newfound freedom, Seokjin does exactly what you don’t want him to do. He looks at you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

The utterance is breathy and soft, clearly only meant for you despite the cheerful crowd around you. It’s the first time you’ve heard him speak despite having seen him twice already since arriving. Seokjin’s eyes still crinkle, his perfectly-straight teeth shining in a smile that somehow manages to meet his eyes. He has always been kind and attentive, as though he was put on this earth to make sure life is a bit more bearable for everyone he meets. 

You’ve known Seokjin since the two of you were twelve years old, and you’ve never seen him run out of that energy — not even at the end. On the other hand, no one expects that level of sweetness from you, and you’re thankful for that. It’s not because you’re a mean person, but because you’ve had a hard time establishing yourself. Being back home makes you feel like a kid again. San Diego allowed you to develop yourself as an adult separate from your family. Without that separation, it seems as though you’re regressing. It feels like someone else is standing in front of Seokjin now. You’re sure your face is devoid of emotion; the thousand-yard stare he used to tease, no matter how many times you told him the phrase was about going into battle. Right now, though, a battle doesn’t feel too far off from whatever the fuck is going on inside you. Or maybe indigestion. 

Whatever it is, you tell yourself it’s not adoration. 

“Y/N! Just in time for the contest sign-up.” 

It’s a blessing and a curse when your mom yanks you by the wrist toward the crowded table. She doesn’t allow you to respond to Seokjin, but you’re not sure if you would have said anything anyway. The action pulls you away from staring at Seokjin’s plump lips, the feral part of your brain frantically remembering the shape his lips make when he says your name. It’s a dangerous slope you’ve clawed yourself up twice already since being back in town. 

The first time was at the grocery store. Your dramatic ass swears you could have caught pneumonia from hiding in the frozen section to avoid your ex-boyfriend, but there was no way you were going to confront him with no makeup and wearing three-day-old sweatpants. You were lucky at the grocery store; he hadn’t seen you (or, at least, you don’t think he did).

The auto repair shop was another story. It’s impossible to avoid your ex when you’re both stuck in a tiny room waiting for the mechanics to finish up with your cars. You spent most of your time in the bathroom which, now that you’ve had time to think about it, was a terrible idea. Thankfully, the receptionist is an old friend of your parents. The old woman was kind enough to let you know when you could come out of the bathroom once Seokjin left. You could cry some other time over the fact that Seokjin probably thought you had some kind of gastrointestinal malfunction. Lovely, right? 

“Mom, I’m not signing up for this,” you groan and try to twist your wrist out of her grasp. It’s called boundary setting. You highly recommend it. 

“Oh yes, you are. This is your first year with your own home!” She screeches louder than Mariah Carey singing Christmas songs over the bookstore’s speakers. “It would be silly not to.” 

“I’m pretty silly. A real hoot.” You earn a glare for that one. 

You love your mom, you really do. It’s her incessant need to shape you into a miniature version of herself that you struggle with. For nearly thirty years she has been unsuccessful, but nothing has stopped that woman from trying her best. You have to give her some credit, though. She’s got determination and grit. 

You tell yourself it’s your love for her that guides your hand toward the sign-up sheet. The only pen available is shaped like a candy cane, and the plastic is warm from whoever was using it before you. That realization makes you shudder. You wish you had a bucket of hand sanitizer to dive into. Where’s a mall Santa when you need one?

“See, even Yoongi signed up.” Your mother points to a signature higher up on the page. 

The bastard. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You’re already reaching for your phone to send your best friend a scathing text message when an arm is slung across your shoulders. 

Yoongi has his dark bangs brushed forward so they peek out from beneath the floppy Santa hat snug on his head. The hat goes well with his ugly sweater. “Merry Elfin’ Christmas!” the sparkly text on the front of the sweater demands. He doesn’t even care about Christmas, but he loves to dress up for the occasion. 

“Yup, I did. And I hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked ‘cause I’m pulling out alllll the stops this year.” 

The guy buys a townhouse with the tiniest front yard and he suddenly thinks he’s the Christmas King. 

“Nah, not the Christmas King. That’s Seokjin hyung.” 

With a grimace, you shove Yoongi’s arm off your shoulder and try not to think about the fact that you’d voiced your frustrations out loud without realizing it. “Seokjin is the Christmas King? What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Y/N, can you please stop cursing so much? We’re in the children’s section, for Christ’s sake.” 

Yoongi clucks his tongue while waggling a finger at your mother. “Tsk, tsk Mrs. L/N, you’re the one cursing now.” 

Whatever weird shit your mother and Yoongi are going on about is none of your business, so you take a slow step backward, ready to escape. The opportunity never comes, though, because another person slips into the conversation faster than you can get away. 

“Ah, the King himself,” Yoongi deepens his voice to sound more dramatic than you know he already is. For a guy who works in tech, he’s always had a larger-than-life personality. With the candy cane pen in hand, Yoongi shoves it near Seokjin’s face, the hooked part standing in as a microphone. “Tell us, Seokjin hyung, how does it feel to be the winner of the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest for three consecutive years?”  

Seokjin quietly laughs at the sudden attention, but you know he’s uncomfortable by the way the tips of his ears turn bright red. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he’s quickly looking away. 

“Oh, Yoongi-yah, leave me alone.” He rubs the back of his neck, but his grin never falters. 

“Since when did you like decorating for Christmas?” You immediately regret how you spit out the question with venom you didn’t know you had in you. If Seokjin’s ears can get any redder, you swear they do. 

“I, um—” 

“Mr. Kim got super into decorating one year, and Seokjin helped him out.” Yoongi comes to Seokjin’s rescue. He nods his head at Seokjin and they share a look that makes your stomach twist. 

You have another question: when did your best friend and your ex-boyfriend start sharing looks? 

“Mhm,” Seokjin confirms. “After he… Um, well, I guess I’ve just kept it going.” 

At the mention of Seokjin’s father, the twisting in your stomach morphs into nausea. You feel like utter shit and the silence that follows makes you feel even worse. Not only have you killed the Christmas cheer by making everyone remember the recent passing of Mr. Kim, but the reality that you’ve missed a lot in the three years you’ve been gone hits you in the gut. At one point, you’d have laughed at the ludicrous idea of there being things about Seokjin’s life that you wouldn’t know. Now? He has entire traditions, and a reputation behind them, that you aren’t even aware of. It hurts. It hurts because you’ve always been the one who knows Seokjin the best. 

Of course, rather than apologize or do something comforting to fix the situation, you listen to the impulsive, angry part of you that’s still hurt. 

“Well, don’t get your hopes up for a fourth year,” you say with your arms crossed against your chest. “‘Cause I’m winning this.” 

Yoongi lets out a loud snort that you remind yourself to fight him for later. “You? Do you even own Christmas decorations? I thought California city life was too good for that. What did you decorate with? Palm trees instead of wreaths? Leave sunblock and sugar-free, reduced-fat cookies for Santa?” 

His snickering would continue if your mom didn’t intervene. 

“When we visited Y/N last Christmas, it was funny to see Santas on the beach!” Your mother’s winter wonder and innocence can never be trampled. You’re impressed, even if it’s annoying sometimes. 

“I’m sure it was fun,” Seokjin agrees with her softly, but he’s still looking at you. 

You want to tell yourself that you don’t feel shy under his gaze, but you can’t lie, even to yourself. So you look away before further emotions threaten to bloom in your chest. 

“Y/N will have to get used to a real winter again,” your mother continues. She’s not wrong, but the comment feels like just as much of a jab as Yoongi’s. “Speaking of that! Reggie needs to check your car’s tires before the snowstorm hits. We should probably head back home.” 

Yoongi and Seokjin say their goodbyes to your family, and thankfully Seokjin cuts his gaze from yours. Your mug of mulled wine is still halfway full, so you thrust it into Yoongi’s hands before following your parents and Malik into the maze of bookshelves. It’s not the worst way to run into your ex, but that knowledge doesn’t make you feel any less like shit on the car ride to your parents’ house. 

Despite previously agreeing to spend the rest of the evening with them, you work on your boundary-setting and decide to go home. It might be the wrong decision, but you stick with it because your pride has already been hurt once today. Returning to an empty house (quite literally empty, since you barely have any furniture to fill it) seemed a lot more appealing before you stood in the middle of your living room, alone and in the dark. Your apartment in California had been tiny. A two-bedroom house in the suburbs feels like a castle in comparison, and you’re not sure what to do with the space. It’s not like you have anyone to share it with. 

With a sigh, you toss your coat onto the couch and kick off your shoes. Your socks are slippery against the wood floors as you shuffle to the bathroom, nearly running into the wall on the way because it’s dark and you don’t know the layout like you knew the layout of your apartment. You feel like you’re having a sleepover with no one, like this is a stranger’s house. The lack of furniture and decor makes you feel like you’re merely a guest. If you’re just a guest, though, you’re not sure where home is. 

Gradually, you fill the space and your mood improves without you realizing it. 

The spare bedroom turns into a craft room packed with shelves whose cabinets hold color-coded yarn and knitting needles. Knitting patterns and fantasy books practically burst from the bookshelf. A loveseat with blankets piled on top sits in the corner. It’s your “reading nook” when you want alone time, and doubles as the location for your bi-weekly “stitch and bitch” — a knitting group you created to make an effort to reconnect with members of your community. It’s mostly all your old lady neighbors and a few teens who have old souls, but the bitching is good nonetheless. Any gossip is fun gossip, in your opinion. As long as it’s not about you. 

Your bedroom is less chaotic, only decorated with photos of family and friends, as well as a few music posters. The wall where your desk sits is reserved for your college friends — most of them moved out of your hometown after graduation. There are a few photos of your friends from graduate school, but those two years were less about fun and more about surviving your master’s thesis. Your graduate school friends are also scattered around the world. It’s a bit sad, not to have your closest friendships nearby, but Yoongi makes up for that. He has always nurtured the parts of your soul that needed comfort when parents failed to do so. When your parents got a divorce, Yoongi was there for you — even before Seokjin. 

So it’s natural that you call your best friend in a panic on a Sunday morning when you realize it’s less than a week before Christmas and the outside of your house is bare. You’ve spent all your time decorating the inside. 

It’s not that you forgot about the outside; no one can shut up about the stupid contest. Your neighbors already have their decorations up. Some are simple while others are more involved. You try not to think about the “King of Christmas Decorations”, but it’s hard not to check on his progress when he lives across the street from you. 

No one told you that Kim SeokSeokjin had also recently bought a house… literally across the street from the house you bought less than a month ago. 

“I thought you knew!” Your mother had clucked her tongue at you to hide the smirk you knew she wanted to throw in your face. She, Reggie, and Malik helped you move into the one-story house nestled in the quietest suburb just outside the city limits. You want to be offended, but there’s a tiny part of you that’s curious. About what? You’re not quite sure.  

Yoongi was right that evening at the bookstore; you don’t own any Christmas decorations. That doesn’t stop you, though. Your town is small, but there are plenty of stores around to get everything you need. 

When Yoongi arrives at your house, you have boxes and shopping bags full of decorations scattered around your kitchen and living room. It was hard to decide if you wanted to go cute or gaudy because you didn’t know the preference of the judges. Did they want something creative? Or something that truly screamed Christmas? Using your neighbors as references was impossible. The varying aesthetics were too chaotic to find a pattern in. And you couldn’t just copy Mr. King of Christmas. 

“Don’t you think you’re being a little bit unreasonable?” 

“Unreasonable, Yoongi? Unreasonable? You think I’m being unreasonable?” You watch your friend lean back in his chair with his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the kitchen table.  

“I just meant—” 

“What else do you think?” You shake the string of multicolored Christmas lights in your fists. The twisted wiring had taken you nearly twenty minutes to untangle. “That I’m being hysterical? Is my uterus floating around in my fucking body, Min Yoongi?!” 

Yoongi’s eyes narrow and he lets the front legs of his chair slam back onto the kitchen tile. The thud echoes against the bare kitchen walls and down the empty hallway. 

“That’s not fair, and you know it.” 

Your best friend is probably the most caring person you’ve ever met in your life, but he sure knows how to strike fear into your heart. It’s that deep voice, you figure. The finality of his tone leaves little room for argument, so you choose to hang your head in shame instead. 

He’s right; it wasn’t fair for you to yell at him. You both know your frustrations are misplaced. And maybe, maybe, you are being a little bit unreasonable. 

Not that it’s your fault. 

Buying a new house was the next on the list of adult milestones you were meant to accomplish before you hit thirty, according to your mother. You tried to tell her that being thirty in the 90s was very different than now, but her expectations never shifted. Thus, neither had yours. It all worked out fine, though; the path was practically laid out for you from birth. Graduate from high school, then college, then graduate school to get your MFA (that one put a slight wrinkle in your mother’s plans, but she couldn’t deny that the job you scored as a lead editor for a well-known fashion magazine wasn’t impressive). In the midst of all that, buy a new car. Get a dog (Muffin, the two-year-old corgi). 

Albeit, those milestones were manageable. You’d always loved school, so the degrees were a given. Cars were a necessity in your town; the public transportation was so shitty it was nearly nonexistent. And who didn’t want to get a pet? 

But now it’s time for The Big Three, the ones you dread the most. 

Get married. 

Buy a house. 

Have a kid. 

The Big Three are the most important milestones after getting a degree and are meant to be completed in that order. One, two, three. The end. No questions asked, no negotiation. Your mother has spent her entire adult life on this, setting you up for success. No millennial nonsense! No avocado toast instead of a house! No pets and succulents instead of human babies! 

And, to be perfectly honest, you’d been okay with that. At least, for a little while. The Big Three didn’t seem too scary or unrealistic for a little bit because you had someone you planned to share those future milestones with. 

Keyword: had. 

Now that person is standing on a metal ladder propped against his house to give him the additional height he needs to string up the most beautiful Christmas lights you’ve ever seen. Even with the bulky winter coat, you can see how broad and lean his back is, shoulders shifting beneath the material when he lifts his arm to secure the string of lights. You can’t see his face, but you know his cute button nose is probably bright red, just like his plump lips probably are from the strawberry chapstick he always wears when it gets windy and cold. 

And here you are clutching your less-impressive Christmas lights in your fists in a house you were supposed to have bought after getting married to him. 

“What’s winning the contest going to do for you?” Yoongi’s previously strict tone softens as he reaches over to cover your hand with his much larger one. “If you want to talk to Seokjin hyung, just walk over there and talk to him. He’s quite literally a stone’s throw away.” 

“I have nothing to say to him.” You jut out your chin, and Yoongi is all too familiar with the unhinged look of defiance in your eyes. “I’m going to win the damn contest because I win at everything, not because of him or anything that has to do with him, thank you very much.” 

The dark-haired man lets out a long, overly-dramatic sigh. You both know you’re in denial, but Yoongi has learned that he needs to let you crash and burn so you can learn life lessons the hard way. 

“Fine.”  

“Great! Now help me put up these stupid fucking lights.” 

As was true for his entire life, Yoongi swallows any further protests and does whatever you want him to do because he loves you. He’s the older brother you never had and you are not above taking advantage of the soft spot he has for you. It’s all for good! But still. 

“What are your decoration plans?” You stomp into your snow boots while Yoongi wrestles his hand into a glove that is entirely too small for him.

“Can’t tell you.” 

“Are you for real?” 

“The realest.” 

With a huff, you fling the front door open. If Yoongi wants to be difficult, he can shove his freakishly large man hands into those little gloves all day without getting any help from you. You’ve got lights to put up. 

The snow is fresh; it’s the only time you’re somewhat willing to put up with it. There’s something about the crunch of undisturbed snow beneath your feet that makes you feel all tingly inside. Perhaps it’s because the rest of the world is muted. The sky and ground meet with their color drained out of them, turning into an expanse of white only interrupted by the reddish-brown bricks of houses peeking out of the snow. 

And the reddish-brown color of a certain neighbor’s jacket that you fail to see makes his way across the street. 

You’re laying out the multi-colored lights on the bushes lining your front yard when you hear the crunch. You know it’s not Yoongi because the poor guy is still inside struggling with his gloves.

“Good morning.” Seokjin clears his throat. It must be the first time he’s spoken to someone today because his voice comes out gruff and strained. It’s his old man voice, you used to joke. 

You clutch the lights in your gloved hands to have something to hold onto as you turn to face him. You were right — his cute little nose is bright red and his lips shine with chapstick. You wonder if it’s the same chapstick he’s always used. All it would take is a kiss to find out. 

Banishing that thought is harder than you expect. 

“Good morning.” You sound more confident than you are.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to join in on the contest after all,” he says with a small smile that makes you melt despite the cold. What are you, Frosty the Snowman? 

If only he wasn’t so nice. It would make this so much easier. 

“I’ve been busy.”

Seokjin hums at that, a small nod of his head. You’re both probably recalling how Seokjin spent college making sure you ate in between study sessions and slept enough to feel rested for exams. You couldn’t have survived college without him, even though the school the two of you attended was in the city — only an hour away from home. 

“Editorial work, right?” The question may seem like meaningless small talk, but Seokjin’s leaning forward with an eagerness you’re shocked by. You shouldn’t be, though. Everything about your ex-boyfriend has always been genuine. 

“Mhm, a fashion magazine.” You look down at your baggy, dingy gray sweatpants shoved into your dirty snow boots. “Makes a lot of sense, right?” You say with a small laugh. 

Seokjin joins in, those pretty eyes crinkling once again. “If I remember correctly, you certainly had an eye for a good outfit when you forced me to go to those fraternity parties.” 

“Ughh, don’t remind me of that,” you groan. Memories of little black dresses that barely covered your ass and see-through tops flash before your mind’s eye. You hardly know who that person was. 

His comment also drudges up memories of your bodies sweaty and pressed against each other as the two of you danced to the trashy music college kids play at house parties. You remember the way Seokjin’s hands cradled your waist, how strong and big he felt when you leaned your head back against his chest so he could bend down to kiss you while you continued to grind into his crotch.  

Fuck, you’re going to lose your goddamn mind if this man doesn’t stay away from you. 

“You looked really good,” he compliments, and you assume it’s to make you feel more confident in your new job. But then he continues, “You still do.” 

You don’t know what to say to that, but your mouth usually makes decisions before your brain can. “So do you.” 

Seokjin seems shocked even though he was the one to lead the route this conversation is taking. You’re not lying, though. Seokjin looks different, but not by much. He looks bigger now. He’s more filled out as he grew into his adult body. It makes sense. The last time you had a real conversation with him was when the two of you broke up halfway into your first year of graduate school. 

It was mutual, supposedly. You wanted to stay in California; he wanted to stay home to be with his father. Long distance wasn’t working, so you offered to take a break. You thought he’d fight for you, but he’d simply… agreed. 

“Okay.” 

Your relationship must not have meant much if he could agree to end it with one word. 

Later, Yoongi would point out that you were the one to initiate the end of the relationship. You probably confused Seokjin, Yoongi insisted. But you can’t get over the fact that you weren’t worth fighting for. 

You and Seokjin stare at each other in the silence of the winter wonderland surrounding you. He looks so cozy and warm, buddled up much better than you are. You got rid of all your winter clothes when you decided to stay in California after you graduated from your master’s program. You’d genuinely believed you would never move back to your hometown. 

And here you are, after accepting a job with better pay and the opportunity to spend time with Malik before he goes off on his own, too. 

Standing in front of Seokjin with rosy cheeks and a look that feels familiar, a lot like affection and… maybe something else, painting his face. You’re tired of trying to figure out how you fit in this community again without regressing. And how Seokjin is meant to fit in, too. 

Without thinking, you reach out to touch the edge of his scarf. The yarn is warm from his body heat, but you can’t feel it through your gloves. 

“You kept it?” You don’t want to ever admit that you locked away everything that reminded you of Seokjin. You couldn’t get rid of any of it, but you couldn’t bear to look at photos or wear the jewelry he bought you. 

“Of course.” He reaches up to catch your wrist before you pull away. “You made it for me to wear, didn’t you?” You swear you can see the sparkle of the morning sun shining on the snow in his eyes. 

You wish the two of you weren’t wearing gloves. 

“I couldn’t find the ladder, but I found this step stool that we could probably— Oh, hey hyung.” Yoongi stops a few feet away from you with a stool in hand. You can see his eyes lock onto Seokjin’s hand wrapped around your wrist, but neither of you pulls away. 

“I was, um, just checking on Y/N’s progress.” Seokjin finally lets go of you and shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat. 

“Trying to cheat?” Yoongi teases, placing the step stool in front of the lone tree in your yard. You don’t think it’s going to be tall enough for him to drape the strings of lights around the lower branches, but you’ll let him figure that out on his own. 

“I would never,” Seokjin scoffs. “Besides, it might be nice for someone else to take the crown.” He shoots you a wink and you feel your chest constrict. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Yoongi’s attention is on the tree now, so Seokjin turns back to you. 

“I don’t want to keep you out in the cold any longer than you need to be,” he admits softly. “I’d love to find a time to catch up if you’d like.” 

You’re nodding your head before you can stop yourself, and the grin that lights up Seokjin’s face makes standing in the cold feel much more bearable. He ducks his head in a silent goodbye and crosses the street. As Yoongi said, Seokjin is a stone’s throw away, but it feels like that side of the street is worlds away. 

You should have known “catching up” would be a complete disaster. 

As usual, your mother decides to meddle in your business without your consent. It leads to an extremely uncomfortable Christmas “party” that ends up just being your family, Yoongi, Yoongi’s boyfriend, Hoseok, and Seokjin. 

You spend most of your time in the kitchen hovering near the sugar cookies Malik. You and Hoseok take turns mixing each other experimental cocktails with whatever alcohol your parents have in the fridge because you both get nervous at parties, even one thrown by people you trust. The kitchen is the safest place for introverts. 

“Looks like the mad scientists got a little too enthusiastic about their experiments,” Reggie calls you and Hoseok out with a chuckle. Malik appears around him with a smirk, always looking forward to teasing you, too. 

You wrap your arm around Hoseok’s waist and squeeze him close, shooting Reggie a pout.

“Hey, we’re not as bad as Yoongi,” Hoseok insists. 

Yoongi is in the living room clutching a red solo cup of straight whiskey. The longer you watch him talk to Seokjin, the further left you can see Yoongi lean.

 Spending a night like this, with drinks and snacks and cheer, is nothing new for your little group. Well, Hoseok is a new addition, but otherwise, there’s nothing unusual about your family and friends getting drunk together and having a good time. Your mom was always “the cool mom” (her words, not yours). She was okay with you having your friends over. Once Reggie came into the picture, your house became even more of a safe space for your college friends to hang out without feeling like your parents were going to kill the vibe. 

But things are different now. 

Alcohol in your system makes you more social, but you stick to Hoseok until your mother is beckoning you toward the record player halfway through the night. 

“Do you know how to fix this?” The record is skipping. You don’t mind Nat King Cole, but he’s not great when his music is stunted like this. 

“Mom, you know I don’t have any idea how this works.” 

You’re drunk and whiny; it’s nothing she shouldn’t expect. You wish you knew what was going on because suddenly Seokjin is flanking your right. The first thing you notice is that he’s very sober. For some reason, it bothers you. 

“Oh, Seokjin, sweetie.” Why is your mom calling Seokjin sweetie? “You have a record player. Please, can you fiddle around with this?” 

Seokjin is obediently nodding his head because your mother has always adored him. She likes him more than you; you’ve always been convinced of that. But you have little time to think about it when your mother starts to walk away. Right before she’s out of earshot, she stops in her tracks to look at you over her shoulder. 

“Oh, would you look at that?” 

You follow her gaze to see something red and green hanging from the ceiling. It takes you a while to figure out what it is because you’re more curious about how your mother managed to get something to hang from the ceiling. Your thoughts are disrupted by Seokjin clearing his throat. 

“Do you think your mother is trying to tell us something?” he muses. 

And then it hits you. 

“Oh fuck, that’s mistletoe.” 

Seokjin full-on laughs this time, but you’re mortified because you think you might do it. You really might lean in just a little bit further, stand just a bit taller on your tiptoes, and part your lips with a swipe of your tongue… 

“Y/N…”

The raspiness of Seokjin’s voice makes you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they were even closed, but you also hadn’t realized you were posed to kiss Seokjin under the mistletoe, just as you’d imagined. Your brain was thinking, but your body was acting without you knowing. What is wrong with you?

You jump back as though Seokjin is a live wire you’ve managed to zap yourself with. Without a word, you turn on your heel and frantically search the room for the one person who can save you from trying to drunkenly kiss your ex-boyfriend. 

“Yoongi, you need to take me home,” you slur into his ear. You’re both clutching each other like Jack and Rose debating death. 

“I’m drunk,” he says plainly. 

“Yoongi, Yoongs, the precious love of my life, soulmate, please.” By this point, you’re about to lose your mind because you catch Seokjin’s eye. He’s standing frozen in place at the record player and you want to die. “I just tried to kiss Seokjin, I need to get out of here.” 

Now it’s time for Yoongi’s eyes to bug out of his head. He’s lucky Hoseok is swept up in a game of dominos with Malik so he can slip out the front door without hearing his boyfriend flip out on him for agreeing to do something very irresponsible and dangerous. 

“I really don’t feel comfortable doing this,” Yoongi grumbles as he inserts his key into the ignition. The pickup truck sputters, so he has to restart it a few times before the engine fully rumbles to life. 

It’s a terrible idea, but you tell yourself home is only a few miles away. What can happen in a few miles? The answer is a lot, but common sense slipped out the door after your fourth glass of wine. 

“You’re fine, Yoongs! You’re the safest driver I know.” You want to think you sound convincing, but the few hiccups that disrupted your otherwise smooth sentence make a facade of sobriety a bit hard to swing. “If we get pulled over I’ll just show the cops my tits.” 

“Jackson is not going to appreciate that.” 

Jackson, the preacher’s kid who grew up to be a cop. It’s hard to bribe the cops when everyone knows everyone in this stupid town. But that also means you know that Jackson saw his fair share of tits when the two of you were in college, preacher’s kid or not. 

Yoongi crosses his arms over the steering wheel and leans forward. It takes him backing out of the driveway and nearly hitting the old lady who owns the bookstore and her dog before you both realize he’s forgotten to turn on the headlights. 

You hope he’s wearing his contacts. 

The air inside the truck is hot and stuffy and reeks of whiskey. As you rush to leave the party, Yoongi accidentally brings his red solo cup with him. It’s nestled between your thighs because there’s already a water bottle and a stack of empty Starbucks coffee cups in the middle console cup holder. It’s so painfully bisexual of him. The smart thing would have been to dump the whiskey out, but neither of you is very smart. 

“You need to clean out your car. This is so gross.” You’re pretty positive you’re sitting on something sticky, but you don’t want to investigate for fear of freaking yourself out. “Aren’t you rich? Why do you live like this?” 

“Shut up,” he hisses with a heavy breath. “I’m trying to focus.” 

Yoongi parks in front of your house with no issues (not counting the bookstore lady). The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, collecting yourselves. A lot goes unsaid, but it’s Yoongi and you know you don’t have to verbalize how to feel for him to know that you feel like shit. 

“Sooo…” he starts slowly, bloodshot eyes staring down the street. 

“Yeah.” 

You look out the window, the twinkling of Christmas lights attracting your attention. Seokjin’s house is a beacon of light shining through the darkness. A little sign in the yard prompts visitors to tune into a specific radio station. Your curiosity overpowers your desire to just jump out of the car and sabotage the whole setup. You reach over to adjust the radio, switching over to the channel the sign calls for. 

Yoongi gives you a strange look, but he’s too tired to question you, and would rather wait a few seconds to find out what’s going on. 

Christmas music filters through the speakers and you’re almost disappointed. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but this channel is just like any other station. It’s the holidays, after all. Christmas music is expected. Any hint of disappointment melts away, though, when you hear Yoongi gasp. 

“Holy shit, look at that.” He gestures to Seokjin’s house. “Am I fucked up or are the lights going to the beat?” 

Yoongi’s fucked up, but he’s not wrong about the lights. As the music plays, the lights draped across Seokjin’s house change color to the beat. It almost looks like the lights are singing the songs themselves. It’s a beautiful light show and unlike anything you’ve ever seen. 

“How the fuck did he do that?” you whisper. 

Yoongi shrugs. He’s back to crossing his arms over the steering wheel with his chin resting on top. The angle gives him a better view of Seokjin’s house around your shoulder. 

“Yeah, you’re not gonna beat him,” Yoongi puts bluntly. You don’t have it in you to argue. Part of you knows Seokjin deserves to win for this. It’s creative, cute, and interactive. Never would you have come up with something this cool.

The peaceful moment is interrupted by blinding white headlights as another car pulls up behind Yoongi’s truck. 

“Fuck, is that Jackson?” Yoongi breathes into his palm to attempt to smell his breath. 

You roll your eyes and try to make out what type of car it is through the mirrors. “The entire truck reeks of alcohol, bro. There is no hope for you.” Not to mention there’s a whole open cup of alcohol in your lap that you’ve nearly forgotten about. 

“Or you,” he challenges you through a pout. “You’re the accomplice. You made me do this.” 

Luckily, it’s not Jackson who approaches your window. You lower it despite the cold so Seokjin can speak. 

“Glad to see the two of you are alive,” he smirks. 

“How did you know we were here?” You can’t help but stare at him, this time because you’re envisioning him coming up with such a cool fucking decoration. 

“You left without Hoseok, so I assumed that meant Yoongi was coming back,” Seokjin begins, flashing Yoongi a smile that your friend tries to ignore out of embarrassment for getting caught. “And you seemed pretty intent on getting out of there after trying to woo me under the mistletoe.” 

This time it’s your turn to internally panic with embarrassment. Seokjin doesn’t give you any time to recover before he’s opening the door. “Come on, let’s go.” 

“Where are we going?” You question him, but you still follow. You’re a little wobbly on your feet. You bring your weight down on a patch of ice and nearly bust your ass, and Seokjin holds your elbow to right you again. 

“First, I’m getting you inside. And then I’m driving Yoongi back to your parents’ house to pick up Hoseok, so I can drop them off at home too.” Seokjin was always the designated driver when you went out with your friends. He wasn’t against drinking, but he preferred to suffer through parties sober if it mean he could take care of his friends when they had no one else to watch over them. 

Yoongi reluctantly exits the truck and slides into the passenger seat of Seokjin’s car with plenty of grumbles to express his annoyance. He doesn’t even bother telling you goodnight, but you’re not worried about that. 

“Keys, please.” 

With his arm wrapped around your waist, Seokjin leads you through your front door. You try not to think about how strong he feels pressed against your side. So maybe you lean in a little more than you need to and let your body go slack a little more than necessary, but who needs to know that? 

Seokjin has never been in your house (why would he have?), so you mumble out directions to arrive at your bedroom. You’re too drunk to worry or care about the state of your house. Did you have bras thrown all over the place? Was your vibrator put away? You have no fucking idea. Whatever Seokjin sees won’t be anything he’s never seen before, you decide. 

He gathers some medicine for the headache you’ll inevitably have in the morning, as well as fetches you a glass of water, while you change into your pajamas. It’s a routine you’re familiar with, even if you haven’t engaged in it in years. 

“I put medicine and water on your nightstand,” Seokjin explains softly, even though you saw him set everything down. “You can call me if you need anything, you know that, right? If you need anything at all. I’m here.” 

“Yuuuuuup, you are here, in my house.” You blink up at him but your eyes have a hard time focusing on his face.

“Mhm, I am,” Seokjin confirms, and his smile makes your chest feel weird. “But I meant, I’m here for you.” 

“It’s nice.” You know exactly what you’re saying, but it’s like your brain can’t figure out how to tell you that it’s bad. “We were supposed to be here together.” 

He chews on his bottom lip and you want to bite him. Instead, you twist beneath the covers to get comfortable and tell yourself to behave. It’s just the alcohol, right? That’s it. 

You’re not sure if he understands what you’re trying to say. And if he has a response, you don’t hear it. You’re already floating off to dreamland with a nasty hangover to follow you once you wake up again. 

In the morning, the medicine and water are greatly appreciated, and you find yourself feeling more taken care of than you have for the past three years. 

Still, you’re terrified of walking outside and seeing your ex-boyfriend-turned-neighbor after he was forced to tuck you into bed the night before. It’s embarrassing, to say the least, no matter how caring Seokjin is and how familiar the two of you are with each other. So you’re thankful that you manage to slip out of the house without running into anyone, and you hope that your shopping spree is equally as uneventful. 

Silly of you to forget that Target is a dangerous place. 

The bright lights are hypnotizing. That has to be the reason why you always walk in with the plan of buying one thing and end up spending a hundred dollars on what? You don’t even know. Not this time, though. You’re determined to stick to your shopping list. No wiggle room allowed. It helps that your shopping list is short; all you need is a package of white string lights. They’re the final touch to the candy cane-themed decoration for the tree in your yard. The judging is in two days and you’re determined to have something presentable, even if you already know Seokjin’s display is going to kick your ass.

Likely due to the stupid contest and how small your town is, the aisle with all the outdoor decorations is surprisingly bare. There’s only one package of white lights left, and it’s currently being eyed by the last person you want to see. 

“No, you cannot have those.” You march over to Seokjin with confidence that you’re pulling out of your ass. “I need these more than you.” 

He looks up at you with the same sparkles in his eyes that you saw outside your front yard, so you know it wasn’t because of the fresh snow. “Do you?” He asks with a grin, shifting the package from one hand to the other. 

Without answering him, you reach out to grab it, thinking you’ll catch him off guard. But Seokjin has a firm hold on it, so you end up tugging without getting much slack. 

“SeokSeokjin, let it go,” you grumble, trying to yank on it. Seokjin doesn’t budge and the sparkles remain. 

“No.” He’s beaming at you and it makes you furious. This time Seokjin tugs on the package. He’s much stronger than you, so his movement sends you stumbling forward. You crash into his chest, head tilted upward to meet his eyes. 

“You didn’t even say please,” he murmurs, and fuck you’re getting that feeling you had at your mom’s phony Christmas party. But now it’s Seokjin who leans forward and you’re the one frozen in place. 

You can feel yourself getting lightheaded from a lack of oxygen, but you can’t bring yourself to breathe when Seokjin’s lips ghost over yours. The touch is so light you almost can’t feel it, but then you feel his breath on your cheeks and you can smell the fake strawberry scent of his chapstick, and, fuck, his lips are slick enough with the chapstick that his bottom lip sticks to yours for half a second when he leans a bit too close. 

You pull away with your eyes even wider than they had been under the mistletoe. 

Seokjin lets go of the package with a chuckle. “You can have it.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his coat and grins as you hurry down the aisle. “Hope you’re feeling better, by the way!” 

You don’t bother looking back. 

Needless to say, you give up. 

The White Light Fiasco was enough of a sign that the crown was never going to be yours and you should have seen it all along. By the time you’re hovering over the spiked punch bowl at the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest party, you have made peace with the fact that you are positive the president of the Home Owner’s Association is going to announce that Kim SeokSeokjin wins this year’s contest. You are fine. It’s fine. Clearly, this decorating thing is not for you and that is fine. 

You haven’t seen Seokjin since the White Light Fiasco and that is also fine. It’s not like you’ve been stressing out over it or anything. It’s not like you keep having recurring dreams about his warm body pressed into yours as he tucked you into bed or anything. 

“So, are you ready to take the cake?” The way your body involuntarily tingles at the sound of his voice is honestly pathetic.

Seokjin pours himself a cup of punch and smirks as he lifts it to his lips. You give him a roll of your eyes, but the amusement in his expression never fades. 

“It’s obviously going to be you again, radio boy.” You don’t have time to say anything more because the Association’s president takes over the mic. He stands holding a rather ridiculous trophy on the stage of the auditorium. It’s a golden Santa Claus about the size of a baby. 

“Seriously? That is the prize?” 

“It was a golden gingerbread man last year.” Seokjin chuckles beside you. “You also get a hundred dollars cash, so that’s nice.” 

You’re pretty sure you spent more than that on all the stupid fucking decorations. Now you really aren’t interested in winning. (And not just because you know you’re not going to. Obviously.) 

“Thank you, everyone, for participating in the Annual Christmas Decorations Contest!” The Association’s president drones on about whatever nonsense homeowners are supposed to care about, but you’re not ready to be that type of an adult just yet, so you don’t pay attention until it’s time for the winner announcement. 

“Better get your game face on, radio boy,” you whisper out of the corner of your mouth. You don’t see Seokjin’s reaction because, again, the president interrupts you. 

“And this year’s winner is…” Cue cheesy drumroll. “Min Yoongi!” 

“What?!” You whip your head around to look at Seokjin, but his eyes are on the stage. “What?!” 

And sure enough, there’s your best friend in his stupid “Merry Elfin’ Christmas!” sweater making his way up the stairs to stand on the stage with his new golden Santa and one hundred bucks. On the screen behind them, a photo of Yoongi’s townhouse is projected for everyone to see the winning decoration. 

“You mean to tell me that Yoongi fucking won this contest because he had a twelve-foot-tall skeleton left over from Halloween, so he sat it on his front yard with a giant Santa hat on it. And that’s it? That’s all it took?” 

Seokjin just looks at you with a shrug. “I guess so.” 

“You should have fucking won!” You throw your hands up, nearly knocking Seokjin’s punch out of his gasp. Noticing his jostled cup reminds you that you’ve left yours somewhere. “You had the cool radio thing and the dancing lights. Who else could have figured out how to do that?” 

“I’m sure lots of people…” Seokjin mumbles, but you cut him off. 

“No, no, that was dope and Yoongi is just, he’s just,” you huff, words escaping you. 

“Your best friend?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t deserve to win!”

Quite honestly, you’re shocked by how intensely you feel about this turn of events. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you think you’re valid! It doesn’t help that Seokjin breaks out in full laughter now, windshield wiper sounds galore. Maybe he’s a little bit drunk, too. 

“What’s up, party animals!” Yoongi brandishes his golden Santa and red envelope that you assume holds his prize money. 

“You’re stupid,” you say with a pout. 

“You’re jealous,” Yoongi quips and sticks out his tongue. “Maybe if you stopped complaining about Seokjin so much, you’d have time to befriend all the cool kids in the neighborhood and they could have voted for your decorations instead.” 

You shoot a quick look at Seokjin with a bit of fear in your heart, but he’s all smiles, his teeth bright white against perfect pink lips. Of course, he is. You’re the cranky one here. 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. Looks like you might be replaced as the best friend by a bunch of teenagers,” Seokjin teases. 

“I mean, Yoongi’s got the maturity level of one, so it makes sense.” 

“Hm, he does, doesn’t he? Still playing with dolls and everything.” Seokjin gestures to the golden Santa and the two of you wheeze through laughter. 

A petty, selfish part of you is thriving; it feels good to gang up on Yoongi with Seokjin. It feels the way it used to feel. It feels normal.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Yoongi huffs while tucking the Santa under his arm. “Let’s get out of here before they try to take a picture of me and put it in the monthly newsletter.” 

It’s Christmas Eve, but you still question why the Association made the punch so strong. Sure, it’s after five o’clock, but it feels too early to be drinking. Your first step outside is onto a patch of black ice. In a panic, you squeeze onto Yoongi’s hand to steady yourself, fully expecting a grumbled protest in response from your touch-averse friend. But the grumbles never come. Yoongi is already halfway to his truck and you’re squeezing the life out of Seokjin. 

“Please be careful.” You watch his breath turn smokey white in the air. It’s an attempt to not stare at his lips, but you’re failing at that, too. “Malik has told me many times that he’ll murder me if I hurt you. I’d guess you getting hurt on my watch would count, even if it’s not my fault you’re clumsy.” 

You’re thankful half your face is wrapped in a scarf. Hopefully, it masks your embarrassment because you want to tell him that he’s already hurt you. With a nod, you carefully slide into Yoongi’s truck and make a mental note to talk to Malik about toxic masculinity.

“Why did we ask you to drive?” 

You try to angle your legs so Yoongi can reach the gear stick without sticking his hand between your knees. You’re sitting in the middle console, in place of water bottles and coffee cups smashed between Yoongi in the driver’s seat and Seokjin in the passenger’s seat. If there wasn’t half a foot of snow in the back, you would have just ridden in the bed of the truck, like you used to do.

Yoongi doesn’t bother sparing you a glance, too focused on safely navigating the snowy parking lot. “Because your car is in the shop and Seokjin refused to drive.” 

“It’s a Porsche,” Seokjin says with a sheepish look, not fully meeting your eyes. “I don’t want it to get dirty.” 

Yoongi launches into a heated lecture about why it doesn’t make sense to own a car in the Midwest if Seokjin’s not prepared to face the elements with it, but you’re only paying attention to how close Seokjin is. You’re practically sitting in his lap. The weird angle has your legs half-draped across his knees and your torso twisted so his arm is looped around yours to hold you in place when the truck jostles down the icy road. 

You’re not sure who moves first, and later you’ll decide that it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it happens. 

It’s not as cute as your first kiss with Seokjin. That one had been picture-perfect and so cliche it kind of hurt, in a good way. It was an ice cream date at the shop in town that Seokjin’s aunt owns. It was cold and sweet, maybe a little bit sticky but you didn’t mind. You remember the way Seokjin held your face with shaking hands, not because he thought you were fragile, but because he was nervous. 

This time you’re both shaking, but you think it’s probably because the shocks on Yoongi’s truck are shot. 

Seokjin’s lips are just as soft and plump as you remember, and you remind yourself that it hasn’t been that long. In a whole life, three years is nothing. But it certainly felt like forever. 

He tastes sweet like the spiked punch; you’re sure you do, too. You hope it makes him think of that ice cream date so many years ago. You expect this kiss to be just as chaste, but then Seokjin is pressing his palm against the nape of your neck to pull you closer and you’ve got your fingers digging into his thigh to steady yourself. You may have made a sound, or maybe it’s just incredibly obvious that you’re making out with your ex-boyfriend in a truck that technically only fits two people.  

“Get out! Get out get out get out!” Yoongi bellows. He slams on the brakes, making all three of you lurch forward. “I hate you both!” 

You swear you hear a dog start barking in the distance as a response. Only a small part of you feels bad. 

Seokjin practically falls through the truck door once he figures out how to use the handle, which sends you tumbling after him. You both collapse into a fit of hysterical laughter as Yoongi speeds away, holding out his middle finger through the window as he drives.

“We’re never going to hear the end of that,” Seokjin wheezes, dropping his keys multiple times before finally unlocking his door. You don’t question why you follow him into his home when yours is only across the street, and he technically hasn’t verbally invited you over.  

You both barely have your outerwear off before you’re shoving Seokjin against the wall with a strength you didn’t know you had. You find that it’s easy to kiss him again, and there’s no hesitation as he kisses you back. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth, pulling back and enjoying how he chases after you by leaning forward. 

“We should,” Seokjin pauses to groan into your mouth. You’ve got your leg in between his and you’re pressing your thigh directly against his cock which you now know is already fully hard. That knowledge makes you feel irrationally smug. “We should talk.” 

“Later.” You want to sound commanding, but your voice comes out as a breathy whine when Seokjin presses back against you, bringing his thigh between your legs. He grinds into you, his fingers bruising your skin when he squeezes your hips to hold you in place. 

You’ve only slept with one person since breaking up with Seokjin, and it wasn’t anything worth noting. The sex was bad, and it made you realize you needed an emotional connection with the person you were sleeping with if you wanted it to be any good. So you can barely keep it together when Seokjin flips your positions, and now you’re the one pressed against the wall. 

“Later will be too late,” he breathes into your skin before running his tongue along your throat. “We. Need. To. Talk. Now.” He punctuates each word with a sloppy kiss along your neck, eventually reaching your shoulder. 

You try to respond, but every time you open your mouth you moan. Seokjin sucks your skin so hard it’s almost painful. You already know you’ll have dark hickeys scattered across your neck, shoulders, and chest by the night’s end. You want to decorate him, too. 

You make quick work of removing Seokjin’s shirt, nearly popping the buttons off as you frantically undo them. Shirtless, his skin is hot and flushed. You run your fingers down his sternum, letting your thumb drag against one of his nipples on the way down. The action has him tensing against you, and the alcohol in you makes you giggle. 

“Still sensitive,” you muse. 

Seokjin groans a response, something that sounds like a mix of arousal and annoyance. It’s cute. It’s familiar. You’ve played this game before, just under different circumstances. It feels good to know that you still know how to rile him up, even when so many other things have changed. 

“What do you want?” Seokjin pulls your shirt over your head and slides his hands behind your back to tweak the clasps of your bra. He doesn’t undo the hooks — just plays and waits. 

You tilt your head to capture his lips, sucking them so aggressively that they’re puffy and pink, and shine with your spit when you pull away. 

The look he gives you isn’t what you expect, and it catches you off guard so much so that your mouth falls open. It’s something in his eyes. They’re gentle and bright despite the heaviness of alcohol that should be weighing them down. No, there’s a sober clarity to them that practically sobers you up, too. It’s not the lustful, carnal gaze you were expecting. The softness of his expression makes the floodgates open up, as much as you internally scramble to hold yourself together. 

“I want you to love me,” you answer truthfully through weak tears. “I still love you and I fucking hate it because you… you…” With anyone else, it would feel pathetic to beg someone to care about you, but Seokjin is different. He feels like home, no matter how complicated home is to you. No matter how angry you were, you never stopped trusting him. 

Seokjin practically melts in your arms. Removing his hands from your bra, he chooses to cup your face instead. Your tears trickle in between his fingers. You’re sure it feels gross, and probably looks gross, because your makeup is getting washed away, too. But Seokjin doesn’t flinch when he holds you; he merely watches you with wide eyes. 

“I do love you,” he speaks softly, but loud enough to hear over your sniffles. “I never stopped loving you, baby.” 

The term of endearment makes your eyes flood with even more tears. This is the most unsexy you’ve ever felt in your life, and yet Seokjin leans forward to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and your lips until every inch of your face is covered in his kisses. 

“But you said okay.” You’re squeezing his biceps, digging your nails into him so deeply you know you’ll leave marks. You don’t mean to hurt him, but you need to keep it together. You need him here. And even though you’re not making any sense, Seokjin understands. You can tell by the way he holds you against his chest and how fast his heart is beating against yours.  

“I shouldn’t have ever let you go.” He shakes his head solemnly, and you think you feel his own tears when he presses his face into the crook of your neck. “I thought it was what you wanted, but I should have tried harder. I didn’t, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not trying.” 

There’s a part of you that wants to remain angry. The hurt became familiar; it was dull and ever-present. But Seokjin’s love is familiar, too.  

“I love you,” Seokjin repeats. He says it again and again, planting kisses down your shoulders. He tips your chin up, forcing your head backward so he can kiss along your throat and across your collarbones. “I wanted to give you space, but it was hard. It was really hard.”

You slide your hands up until your arms are around his shoulders, forcing him to lift his head and look at you. He wipes away your tears once the two of you realize more aren’t coming. 

“I’m sorry you’re dealing with a boner and I’m over here sobbing,” you say with a stuffy laugh. 

Seokjin looks down at his crotch before returning his gaze to your face. He gives you a shrug and a goofy grin. “It’s not the first time I’ve made you cry during sex.” 

“Kim SeokSeokjin,” you gasp and give him a light slap against his shoulder. “I can’t believe you’d say something like that. We aren’t even having sex.” Even though it’s tactless, his jokes have always managed to ease any tension that builds inside of you.

“But we could be,” he says with a smirk. He receives another slap, but there’s nothing in his expression that tells you he feels any ounce of remorse. If anything, you’re unintentionally instigating him. 

“I thought you said we needed to talk.” 

Another shrug, and then you’re being tossed over the same shoulder you were just slapping in annoyance. “I decided later is okay.” 

You can’t be mad when Seokjin gently places you on his bed, nor when he eases you out of your remaining clothes. You definitely can’t be mad when he pushes your thighs forward and gets comfortable between your legs to press a kiss against your pussy. 

“Since you forgot that I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, and you already can tell from the tone of his voice that you’re in trouble. 

“Seokjin, that isn’t—” 

“Oh, but it is what happened,” he stares at you from between your thighs with a raised eyebrow. “And I’m wondering if there’s anything else you forgot about me.” 

You shudder as he drags his tongue up your lips, dipping slightly to push through to your clit. He flicks at it a few times and your leg involuntarily kicks his shoulder. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you groan into the arm you have draped over your face. You’re fucked if the twitching has already started and all he did was flick the tip of his tongue for half a second. 

“Don’t apologize.” 

It’s spoken so softly that you have to lift your arm to look at him again, but he’s now focused on spreading your lips apart. With you opened up, even more, he leans in to suck your clit with those strawberry-red plush lips. Every flick of his tongue makes your leg jiggle, but he keeps a strong grip on your thighs to prevent another kick from flying his way. 

It’s messy; Seokjin always liked it messy. He lets saliva mix with your arousal and uses it to lubricate his fingers before he eases two inside of you.

“This okay?” He lifts his head for a moment and you feel bad because you did forget how caring he is. It used to confuse you as to why he checked in on you while you fucked, but after sleeping with someone else who was far less thoughtful, you were unbelievably grateful. 

“Mhm.” You can’t trust yourself to speak in a coherent sentence as Seokjin goes back to sucking your clit. 

He alternates between swirling his tongue around you with his mouth closed, maintaining the suction that sends tingles throughout your body, with open-mouth licks that cause him to breathe heavily against your pussy, allowing you to hear his moans and experience just how affected he is by you. 

You moan his name as he drags his fingers against your g-spot repeatedly, easily building up the fire that burns beneath his mouth until you’re digging your nails into his hair and cumming so hard you feel like sobbing again. 

You don’t, thank god, because you can’t bear to see the smug look on his face when you prove him right. But that doesn’t mean your eyes don’t prickle at the corners with the threat of tears. 

In true SeokSeokjin fashion, he doesn’t let up until you are crying, though, because he wants to be right. No one has ever made you writhe from overstimulation the way Seokjin does. You know you’ll have bruises on your thighs from how hard he has to hold you down, and you accidentally pull his sheets from his mattress with how tightly you squeeze them, just to have something to grab onto that isn’t his hair. 

He props himself up on one arm as he hovers over you, using his free hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You don’t want to know what you look like, but Seokjin will say you’re beautiful regardless. 

“How do you want me?” He asks against the shell of your ear. If the goosebumps down your arms mean anything, it’s that you don’t care one way or another. 

“I don’t care,” you admit, turning your head to the side to grant him access to your neck for more kisses. Kisses, so many kisses. You’re greedy for them. Three years’ worth is missing and you’re demanding them. “Just fuck me, please.” 

It’s not sweet or romantic by either of your standards, the way Seokjin sits back to strip off his remaining clothes. It’s honestly not even carnal when he kneels between your legs. The only thing you can think of as he slowly slides himself inside of you is that this — the sex, Seokjin, all of it — feels reassuring. 

If Seokjin has always felt like home, then having his body, sweaty and hot, stick to yours as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts feels like some kind of validation. It’s validation, affirmation, a statement that tells you, yes, it was the right decision for you to come home. 

You want to slap yourself in the face because how corny is it to think, this is where I belong, while your ex-boyfriend is balls deep inside of you? 

“You’re doing that thing.” 

Seokjin tries to speak with a level voice, but his words come out with a gasp as you clench around him. It’s not your fault your body is reacting this way. He should be blamed since he’s the one who decided to suck on his thumb before bringing it down to circle your clit while he fucks you. 

“Wha-what, fuck, what thing?” 

“That thing where you look at me like you’re in love with me.” Seokjin props one of your legs over his shoulder to angle your hips better. “Like under the mistletoe and at Target.” 

You want to tell him to shut up so badly, but you’re all moans and that’s it. 

His cheeks are dusted pink, his sweaty bangs are brushed off of his forehead, and his eyes are bright with mischief. Too many parts of you are at war with each other when you drag your nails down his forearms. It’s hard to use your brain to sort through it all when you feel your orgasm knock the air out of you. You desperately reach for Seokjin, pulling him forward to squeeze him as you shudder through the remaining waves. 

“I am in love with you,” you finally choke out. 

If Seokjin cums because of your confession, that’s no one else’s business. 

When it’s all over, you keep your legs wrapped around his waist, preventing him from getting up. Cockwarming isn’t something you’ve ever been interested in, but right now you can’t bear the idea of him separating himself from you. It’s been too long since you’ve held him, and even though the two of you have a lot you need to talk about, you need this more right now. 

“Need to clean you up,” Seokjin murmurs into the crook of your neck. When he tries to untangle himself from you, you squeeze your legs around him even tighter. 

“Later,” you repeat your earlier sentiment. 

Seokjin lets out a weak laugh. The warm puff of his breath makes your already hot skin prickle.

“I’m going to crush you.” 

“Crush me then.” 

“Kinky.” 

Despite your spike of annoyance at his teasing, you agree to a compromise by allowing Seokjin to roll the two of you onto your sides. It’s impossible not to melt into his embrace when he leaves gentle kisses just below your ear and along your jaw. 

You already know you’re doing “the thing” again, though Seokjin’s eyes are closed as he nuzzles you, so he doesn’t notice this time. It has nothing to do with what happened under the mistletoe or at Target. If you’d known what your expression looked like the morning after he tucked you into bed, as you swallowed the ibuprofen he’d left you on your nightstand — that is what “the thing” looked like. Yes, you’re in love with Seokjin, but it’s not because his gaze makes you shy or your body yearns to be close to him. It’s the little ways he cares about you, even when you’ve been too stubborn to let him in. 

“I missed you so much,” he murmurs against your skin and his hold on you tightens. You attempt to mumble a response, but the soft praises he’s cooing are a soothing lullaby. 

When you eventually wake up to the winter sun weakly shining through the gaps in Seokjin’s bedroom curtains, the headache pounding against your skull is the only regrettable consequence of the night before. That fact should be more surprising than it is, but you remind yourself that this is how it should have always been — with you waking up to the tickle of Seokjin’s hair as he snuggles against your chest.

“Merry Christmas.” Seokjin must have felt you stir because he lifts his head to give you a chaste kiss. 

“Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.” 

Seokjin snorts and dips down to rest against your chest again. “Yes, that’s what I said.” 

“What time is it? Oh fuck, my parents expected me to come over.” 

You try to scoot out from beneath him, but Seokjin holds you down. It’s then that you realize you’re wearing clothes. You’ve got on a t-shirt you’ve never seen before, soft and so large you’re swimming in it, and a pair of boxers that have been folded a few times at the waistband to keep the clothing around your hips. You must have slept deeply if Seokjin could clean you up without you knowing, although you vaguely remember soft words of encouragement as you tossed and turned. 

“It’s okay. I told them you’re with me.” Seokjin nuzzles against your neck and you swear you can’t breathe. 

“You told them…” 

“That I invited you over this morning to exchange friendly neighbor gifts.” 

More like exchanging bodily fluids, but you decide not to say that. It’s Christmas, after all. 

“But we both know your mom is going to see through that,” Seokjin admits with a grin. You can’t see it, but you can feel his teeth against your skin. She probably will see through Seokjin’s lie; it’s an uncanny mom ability, it seems. It makes life more difficult to navigate, as far as you’re concerned. 

“What in the hell is wrong with her?” You can’t really be mad at her desire to meddle, but you won’t give her the satisfaction of thinking she’s the reason why you and Seokjin are back together. Well, if you’re back together. That’s probably one of the agenda items for the “talk” you’ll eventually need to have. 

“I would have told you that she’s been plotting our reunion for literal years, but you’ve spent the last two months running away from me.” You know the way he says it is all in jest, but you feel a pang of guilt stab your stomach anyway. He’s right; you never gave him the chance to even attempt to reconnect. 

In your silence, Seokjin forces himself out of bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him sort through dresser drawers. 

“Seokjin,” you blurt out when he pulls out a fresh pair of briefs. “Who do you spend Christmas with?” 

He gives you a small smile and an even smaller shrug. “No one. It was always just me and dad.” You’re sure the look on your face isn’t as controlled as you originally thought because Seokjin’s ears burn bright red. “It’s okay. I don’t mind, honestly. It’s nice to just have some time to myself.” 

You know he’s lying. You didn’t date him for five years and be his friend for longer to not be able to tell when he’s lying. It’s a lie because his ears are red and he doesn’t look you in the eyes when he talks. 

You let out a hum and push yourself up to sit on the edge of his bed. Hopefully, you’re subtle when you bury yourself deeper into the t-shirt swamping your form just to breathe in more of the laundry detergent you remember once washing your clothes with. 

“Will you come with me? To my parents’ place?” You force yourself not to cave under Seokjin’s intense gaze. “And then maybe we can… talk…” 

It takes only a few steps for him to stand before you, his index finger tilting up your chin. Seokjin leans down to slot his lips against yours, still just as smooth and chaste, but longer and deeper than the one before. The closeness makes you shudder, and you do your best not to make a noise when he finally pulls away. Comfort. He’s always brought you comfort. 

“Only if Yoongi’s willing to drive us there.” 

You scowl and swat Seokjin out of the way. “Are you kidding me?” 

“Nope,” Seokjin says with a laugh, letting the “P” pop as he slings a towel over his shoulder. “I was so serious, I don’t want my Porche to get dirty.” 

He’s clearly about to shower — something you need to do, as well — but you feel too shy to ask him if you can, too. The man just had his tongue shoved in your pussy and you can’t ask him for a shower. What was all that, about comfort? You’re being ridiculous. 

“What do you do when you have to go to work?” You take a look around his bedroom for the first time. Your clothes are neatly folded on top of the dresser; it doesn’t surprise you how orderly everything is. Seokjin’s house looked like it was plucked straight out of HGTV. 

“Make Hoseok drive me. Here—” Seokjin tosses you a towel. You catch it and give him an appreciative smile, but he’s rifling through his dresser again. “You can join me if you want,” he says without looking you in the eyes. His ears are still red. “But I want to give you something first.” 

You shift on the bed to give Seokjin room to sit down beside you. He looks silly with a towel around his neck, shirtless in a pair of boxers that you just realize match the ones you’re wearing. In his hand is a small pouch. It’s velvet, the ones that typically hold earrings or other jewelry if not in a box. You wouldn’t be able to describe how you feel with butterflies somersaulting in your stomach even if you wanted to. 

“Um.” Seokjin can barely get his words out and he’s only just started. “This was dad’s. I don’t really wear, well, I guess it’s just that, hmm…” He drops the pouch in your hand and clamps his mouth shut. “Can you just open it?” 

It seems that silence is a good option, so you undo the drawstring at the top and slowly let the object inside fall into your hand. It’s a ring. A thin, silver band. The color is dark enough that it almost looks deep charcoal. 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Seokjin whispers hoarsely like he’s afraid to use his voice. “I wanted to give it to you before… Well, before. And now that dad’s not here, I kind of thought, I don’t know.” Seokjin purses his lips as he lets out an exhale that sounds like a hiss. 

“Thank you. It’s beautiful, Seokjin.” It’s the simplest response, but you know it’s what Seokjin needs to hear. Simple, straightforward, and nothing difficult to interpret. The two of you have always balanced each other out. When Seokjin blabbers, you know how to rein him in. You’d like to think that it’s similar to how Seokjin can calm Malik down. You hope so, at least. 

As corny as it is, the urge to kiss him floods your senses. Despite the pressures around you, you’ve never been one to limit yourself. Self-control is self-sacrifice, but there is nothing sacrificial about bringing your lips to Seokjin’s. No, it’s quite the opposite. You feel life bloom inside of you when you press hard against his mouth at the same time you slip the ring on. Just your middle finger because Seokjin said it doesn’t have to mean anything. 

But it does. You want it to. 

His fingers press into the nape of your neck and you try to hold back a moan because it’s Christmas and you’re supposed to be giving Malik video games and marijuana crew socks right now. 

“We should shower.” Seokjin is the voice of reason that murmurs softly against your lips. It’s been three years, yet you fall in place with him so easily. 

You nod, making your noses rub against each other. It’s without protest that you allow him to lead you into the bathroom. It’s cute, the way he shows you around, pointing out where his skincare products are and showing you how to turn on the shower even though he’s going to be there to do it for you. And when the shower doesn’t turn into a carnal mess but instead is an opportunity for Seokjin to wash you, you realize he’s putting you together rather than taking you apart. You don’t need it; you’ve always been whole, even without him. But it feels good to be touched with care. It feels good to let Seokjin wash the hurt away. 

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 21 - Needy Fucking]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Seokjin x f. sub!Reader

Genre: married life!AU

Kinks: penetrative vaginal sex, needy fucking, oh lord they are so needy, strength & size kink (he is taller), hair pulling (m.receiving), choking (f.receiving), subby girl tears, praise kink, good girl kink, possessive dirty talk, breeding kink for the sake of possession NOT pregnancy, creampie, use of a plug to keep the cum inside afterwards, he playfully spanks her clit with it, hihih they’re so needy but they’re also in love <3

Wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: honestly, i don’t know what demon possessed me but i wrote this in like fourty minutes and it’s so unhinged JFJDAJF i watched outlander before that and they were being so horny so i think the language i used got a lil influenced by it jjfadjf have fun my loves 💗

“You’re such a good girl”, Seokjin grunts through gritted teeth, burying his heavy cock inside your dripping cunt over and over again. 

You are beneath him, writhing and moaning with your head far away in the blissful high of pleasure he has you on. 

It started off as a romantic evening. You and he wanted to do something special as husband and wife, have a little date and make it lovely. And oh lovely it was. You went for dinner to an expensive restaurant then had fun at an arcade until you even spent your last pennies on the silly machines. It was perfect. It was fun. It was romantic. And it was arousing. 

Being with each other like this - having fun and laughing together, spending time doing something you both enjoyed and seeing each other dressed up in pretty clothes - made the desire for each other so unbearable that you barely managed to drive home without taking each other in the car. In the middle of the road, causing trouble for others. Of course you didn’t. You were civilised like that. Ignoring, of course, the heavy make out session in the apartment complex hallway. Now, normally you and he are never that public with your skin ship, let alone with outright desire, but you needed each other so much. Seokjin kept panting and growling into your mouth, acting like a starved man finally having his taste of flesh again. You never witnessed him in public like this before, wanting him like nothing else because of it. If you were any less civilised, you might have ripped his clothes off his body right there and then.

But you controlled yourselves, stumbling into your apartment and right to your bedroom, undressing each other on the way so that you fell into the sheets both naked and wet. There was barely any, what others might consider as traditional, foreplay. No long exploring touching, no hungry mouths tasting the other, no grinds or needy rubbing. There were hungry kisses, strong grips and desperate begs for the other. It wasn’t long after you and he fell into the sheets that Seokjin was buried inside of you. Deep and in a merciless, maddening rhythm. And you loved it. You loved every second of it. 

You still do. 

You love it so much.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Being so pretty for me, fuck I can’t get enough of you”, he moans, showing you his honesty in heavy rolls of his hips. His cock is weeping, pleasure mixing with yours and covering both your groins in it. How sticky it is. How messy and wet and sinful. If he could, he would bottle this feeling so he can relive it whenever he wants to. He loves nothing more than to laugh with you, loves nothing more than to experience happy life with you and to see that you are enjoying yourself as well. Tonight you ruined him, you made him a mad man driven by his desire for you. You looked so beautiful, you were so perfect and funny and wonderful. Seokjin knew he had to make you feel eternal the moment you first smiled at him. 

And he loves that you want him just as much, that you are so wet and so warm because you are in paradise. Seokjin pumps his throbbing cock into you in a sensual roll of his hips. He keeps it there, writing his name on your most sensitive spot. He watches with a dizzy head how this turns off every single light of sanity in your eyes, leaving behind fiery, wild flames of pleasure. The only thing keeping the flames at pay are your tears, filling your beautiful eyes before rolling down your temples. 

“Jin”, you whimper, lower lip trembling and fingers desperately grasping his hair. It is as black and dark as the night, hanging into his beautiful face messy and damp from sweat. It sits perfectly between your fingers, twisting so easily as you hold onto it for dear life. 

“Does it feel good for you? Is this nice?” he asks you, mesmerised by the view of you. 

You nod your head, sobbing softly with your brows furrowing in ecstasy. 

“___ my sweetheart, I love being with you”, he gets out, making sure to keep the rhythm going. It makes you feel like this and Seokjin would be damned if he took this away from you. The tug on his hair grows. It burns and pinches, motivating him to keep going. It feels so good to have his hair pulled. Especially when it is done in a moment of passion. 

You do it gently and softly whenever you and he are making out. You do it mindlessly and rather shakily when he eats you out for a long and attentive time. And you do it harshly and desperately whenever he is buried inside you to the very hilt. 

Seokjin loves having his hair pulled in a moment of passion, riding on such a strong wave of pleasure that the feeling brings him to his fall tonight. 

His middle presses into you, rubbing against your swollen clit while his veiny cock still drills your puffy walls. His face falls into the crook of your neck and his left hand incidentally falls around your throat, laying there trembling and trying not to squeeze down. 

“Seokjin”, you sob, instantly wrapping your limbs around him. Your hips meet him in the middle, falling into a sloppy dance solely motivated by pleasure. It feels so good to both of you that you can’t stop it. So now you lie rutting and fucking in the sheets, holding each other so close that not even air could separate the two of you. 

He is taller than you, he has more muscles too. You always call him your gentle giant and your handsome protector. Whenever you do, Seokjin smiles to himself shyly and he seems to be cuddlier for the rest of the day. Sometimes when you lie together after a hard day, you love to rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. You feel so safe whenever he allows you to do this. When the weather is colder again, you sometimes like to cuddle into him until he wraps his jacket around both of you. You feel so warm and taken care of whenever he does this. And sometimes in bed, when he is barely awake, you lie beside him and trace the paths of his body until you made a map of it. You feel so blessed whenever he gives you consent to do this.  

Tonight, his tall, strong body is atop of you, spending you warmth and applying gentle pressure on your chest. You never felt more connected with him than you do right now and you sob because of it, begging him to seal the connection even deeper. 

“Choke me, please.”

His hips falter for a moment.

“Please my love, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please. I’m yours, just please make me yours.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you mine in more ways than one, my love.”

His fingers close around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to your brain just enough that a warm dizziness spreads behind your eyes. 

“Holy fuck, Seokjin”, you moan, arching your back as best as his body on top allows you to, fingers twisting his hair in an attempt to handle what he gives you. 

“Is this what you need, sweetheart? Does this feel good?”

“Yes, good. So good, oh god, so good”, you sob and mewl, throbbing around his heavy cock.

“Fuck sweetheart, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Gonna breed you with the sole purpose of making you mine.”

“Seokjin, please!”

“The way you say my name, urgh fuck”, he gets out and growls, forcing himself back onto one elbow so he can look at your face as he makes you feel eternal. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your brows pulled tight and your mouth is agape. This is it. This is the face you make when you feel nothing but pleasure. 

Seokjin swears he tears up himself at the sight of you, applying a little more pressure on your veins. 

You wail up, arching your back off the sheets and reaching above yourself to twist the pillow. Your legs fall from his hips, shaking on the mattress each time he drills his leaking cock into you. 

“Say it again, sweetheart. Say my fucking name.”

“Seokjin”, you croak. 

“That’s right. Who makes you feel so good?”

“Seokjin”, you whimper. 

“I do, baby, I do. Fuck”, he grunts, struggles for a second then continues with even more passion, “and who do you belong to?”

“Seokjin”, you wail, grasping his wrists to squeezes them so tightly, Seokjin fears they might bruise. 

“You do, baby, you do. Fuck, you do. Mine and I’m yours. All yours, baby. With my body, heart and soul. Yours.”

“I’m cumming, please.”

“Let go, sweetheart. I’m right here. Your gentle Seokjin’s right here”, he soothes you and lets go of your throat. 

The blood shoots back to your brain, serving as the final blow to throw you over the edge. You make a little squeak then fall into silent screams, shaking with such vigour that Seokjin fears for you for just a moment. 

“Holy fuck sweetheart, what the hell? Baby, fuck. That’s it, cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl. Cum on my cock, such a good girl. You’re so pretty like this, my good girl, my pretty girl”, he chants, tongue acting quicker than his brain. He has no idea what he is spitting, but he knows that whatever he is saying to you in his delirious state, it comes from his heart (and maybe also a little from his cock).

“Please. Breed me”, you croak out with what little strength you have left as your orgasm shakes you, but to Seokjin’s ears it was as clear as day.

It breaks him. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he tried.

His eyes roll back and stay there, his back arches as far as the position allows it to. His legs feel like weak sticks, shaking between yours as his heavy balls empty themselves inside your tight cunt. He makes sure to cum so deep, to bury each droplet of his white seed in your walls so that they will know who they are allowed to welcome. Not that he has any doubt in your faithfulness, as you have none in his’, but it still feels so good to both of you to seal this promise of monogamy with a deep, sticky creampie.

He drops on top of you once your highs died down, burying you under his weight. Not that you mind. You hug him tightly, smiling happily with your head still turning.

“I fucking love you, Mister Kim”, you lull.

“I fucking love you too, Misses Kim”, he rasps, voice barely there after what he just experienced.

With your heart fluttering, you giggle. He giggles as well, kissing your neck softly. You enjoy it with tingling skin, making him feel good as well by tracing his spine gently.

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“Yeah, it was amazing. For me it at least. Was it-”

“Hush, of course it was amazing for me. You did everything right.”

“Yay, I’m glad I did.”

You laugh because he is a dork and you are irrevocably in love with him. You shift a little under him, groaning in disappointment.

“I don’t want to leak. I wanna keep you inside me for longer.”

“Mhm”, he pecks your cheek, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then, don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He rolls off of you, giving your pussy a little kiss before he truly climbs off bed to hurry to the dresser.

“What on earth are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“Getting something so you can keep me inside.”

“And what will that be, mhm?”

He returns to you, climbing on top of you. You grab bundles of his hair, purring happily as he kisses you. The kiss lasts until your breath runs out, then it breaks and Seokjin disappears between your legs. You prop yourself up in your elbows.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts a clean silicone buttplug. You ogle it, gulping.

“I know your pussy’s strong enough to keep it inside for a little. Wanna have it?”

“Yes”, you say, opening your legs.

He takes the plug inside his mouth to wet it, letting go of it with a bop of his puffy lips. He connects it with your clit first, spanking it softly. You gasp and twitch, soon reaching down to his shoulder gently.

“Stop it you”, you laugh, “I’m too sensitive for your shenanigans.”

He chuckles and nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh, kissing your skin lovingly.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist”, he murmurs, giving you one last kiss before sitting up.

He connects the toy with your puffy hole and pushes it inside, making you moan softly and drop into the sheets in a sensual squirm.

“Mhhhm that’s nice. God, I love being plugged up with your cum still inside.”

“And I love knowing that something of mine is inside that warm heaven of yours”, he rasps, kissing a path up your body, “now come and let me kiss you.”

“Is it just me or is someone not sated yet?”

“When it comes to you? I’m like a spoiled house cat never happy with what its fed.”

You fall into the kiss laughing and smiling, twisting his hair gently.

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

[marknee]

bts fanfics i think shakespeare would enlist himself into the military just to show the boys.

chapter iv. ✷ chapter vi.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — he’s not really thinking about enlisting, is he?

( ♬ ) — what do you mean shakespeare shaved his head?.. oh no.

( ✎ ) — don’t military bases have security? how the hell did that man get inside?

( ♛ ) — he’s proper pulling a cross country right now. the boys look confused. and horrified.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: dear readers, did you miss me? it’s been a while since i’ve shared my secret recommendations with you. but, since the two year anniversary of this special series has recently passed, i thought it was about time i spoiled you again. i’ve had quite a while to think about this one. so, i hope you’re ready. let’s give shakespeare something to enlist for.

( ♛ ) AMALTHEA — by @daechwitatamic

!! seokjin x reader | 40k !!

best friend’s older brother!au, smut (18+), fluff, angst.

bfb! bfb! my best friend’s brother, my friend’s brother! bfb! bfb! my best friend’s brother, my best friend’s brother!

this is one of the BEST seokjin fics i’ve ever read. straight to the point but there is no other way to put it. got to the point i would wake up earlier just to read another chapter before work. i was always present, bitch.

alike most of you, as someone who reads A LOT (re: i have no credentials for this, just my mum), i can tell when someone pours their every blood, sweat and tears (ha.) into writing. and for me, this is one of those writers.

this writer really shocked me at how much i connected to this story whilst reading n how attached i felt after finishing. caught me off guard, but so did death to shakespeare… sooo, what can i say.

“it’s been over a decade since that night, and you still don't know if he meant his family, or you.” dude i wish you could’ve seen my face. lmfao.

let’s just say there’s a reason this one’s first. amazed. truly.

( ♛ ) MOON MAGIC — by @jincherie

!! hoseok x reader | 33.8k !!

mermaid!au, pirate!au, fluff (like.. teeth rotting).

“and he calls me mooonlight toooooo,” she sings into the empty crowd with tears in her eyes. she meaning me.

now i know i’m known for having a sweet tooth, but damn! youse are gonna eventually turn me into an elizabethan england commoner. y’know, the crap dental hygiene n all. (re: shakespeare’s teeth.)

but, you know me. i looooove a good ‘ol fantasy inspired fic, so i guess i’m willing to risk a little here. and this one was worth risking for.

slams hand onto the table. the world building! this writer was not playing around when it came to painting us a picture of the world they wanted to create. i wanna live in this fic i’m not joking. get me in touch with namjoon asap for some of that moon magic shit. ok, rolls credits.

perfect in every single way. this is my first run-in with this writer, but am i swimming (sorry.) my way over to their masterlist? yeeees.

“he laughs and tells you that, actually, it's probably the youngest three princes that are most beloved by all.”

yea girl. not on my watch. enjoy!

( ✎ ) ALL GROWN UP — by @btsgotjams27

!! jungkook x reader | 64k !!

friends to lovers, older woman/younger man, smut (18+).

the fact this fic was loosely inspired by one of my all-time comfort kdramas… i didn’t even have to question adding it to my list. it felt like i was watching it for the first time again… deeply sighs. ahhh the nostalgia…

i had this fic bookmarked on my ao3 for the looongest time, but it was only recently that i got round to actually reading it. and i’m so glad i did. bless her, she was waiting for her moment to shine. and it’s now.

youngest kids in the family please raise your hands! all in attendance! you are welcome and appreciated here. the feeling of desperation, trying to get people to see you as your current age rather than the little kid they’ll forever remember. i think that’s why i loved this fic so much: i could relate to it.

alike this story, most fics on here are on the older side of things. but honestly, if it’s good and genuine, it’ll last forever. no matter how much time has gone by. feelings stay - perhaps even grow?

the same for our adorable pair over here. could time play in their favour?

you let me know when you finish it.

( ✮ ) ALIVE AHA FXCK — by @softyoongiionly

!! vampire!yoongi x human!reader | 42k !!

vampire!au, smut (18+), soulmate!au (you know i had to), please read the trigger warnings.

devoured. no pun intended. though other vampire synonyms include but are not limited to: consumed, ate, guzzled, feasted etc… thank you google, after a few questionable internet searches.

i cannot tell you how glad i am that shakespeare never wrote about vampires. cuz he would’ve written my ass into that damn thing and killed me off from the things i’ve said about that guy. and the things i will continue to say…

i love this fic on a personal level. it reminds me of being fourteen again, curled up in my sheets as the sun reaches the tip of my windowsill and the morning chill settles in after a night of fighting sleep to finish a fanfic. it’s safe - i’m safe.

i genuinely had so much fun reading this story. the characterisation of both the reader and yoongi is so unhinged and playful and i’m obsessed. if i could recommend it to anyone, it would be my younger self cuz i know she’d love it :,). n she did!

y’know, sometimes you just gotta read a silly - infused with twilight puns - vampire-themed yoongi fic for the world to feel alright again.

and it did - for me. n now - for you.

( ♛ ) OLDER — by @lovieku

!! dilf!jk x inexperienced!reader | 18.2k !!

smut (18+), dilf!au, best friend’s father, age gap.

pure, undeniable and utter filth. in the best fuckin’ way possible. yea, if you could crawl into my mind, plunge into the inky depths of whatever lurks there.. this is what you’d find lying on the sand floor. unadulterated sin.

i am so disgustingly obsessed with this fic i can’t explain it, hence why it’s ended up on my shelf of recommendations. it scratches and pleases a deep, desperate itch in my brain. maybe it’s the age gap, who knows?

this writer has a talent for making us - or, me. - claw at something forbidden in an almost hungry advance. the sinner doing the sinning. and goddamn, i’m impressed. n i bet shakespeare is too. well, he fuckin’ better be.

the characters are imperfect and selfish and lustful, but oh my god i love them. add on dilf!jk with his slutty, unbuttoned shirts and you have me sold.

@lovieku you are such an amazing writer. you have such a way with how you express. do not underestimate that. i am beyond excited to see your future works :)

masterpiece. but what the fuck was that ending.

( ♛ ) HABITS OF A CLANDESTINE NATURE — by @alphabetboyluvr

!! college!jk x female!oc | 16k !!

rich!jk, waitress!oc, enemies to lovers, smut (18+).

he got, he got away! he got away! he got away! he’s got a way, he’s got a way! awayyyyheyeyyyyheyyy! yea, but didn’t manage to escape a 460-year-old poet, nor me.. so..

clementines, fruit trees, the sound of innocent laughter, wind chimes, a sheer blur of colour, soft hands. things that come to mind whenever i am reminded of this fic. a solid and beautiful depiction of hurt and love and everything in between.

this writer knew straight off the bat how to sell this pair to the audience. how to capture us and string us along for the journey of two hurting, longing and hurting all over again. shakespeare bought the hanging fruit that’s for damn sure… me too then, perhaps.

the vision for this story is perfect to me. i almost want to give the writer a kiss on the forehead.

i did write down one quote; used from the story. a way to sum it all up. “the perfect place to get lost. the perfect place to get found, too.”

if you’re looking for somewhere to get lost, i hope this satisfies that need. i also hope i come back to read this every once in a while. for old times sake. to get found again.

( ♬ ) GUILTY AS SIN — by @gldrushh

!! brother in law!jungkook x widow!reader | 32k !!

forbidden love!au, smut (18+), angst.

“it began to lose its meaning. healing. as if it were something—a destination you could stumble upon.” oh, don’t even talk to me. people died. shakepeare died. april 23rd 1616.

god, this story is just so raw in and of itself - perfectly depicting the human experience of love and loss. inevitable and sometimes unexpected. i was - n still remain - in awe.

i crossed by this fic unexpectedly and i’m so glad that whatever butterfly effect led me to finding this succeeded, but damn that action also had consequences… like real bad… haha….

i want to cry every time this fic crosses my mind. dramatic? lil bit. but when you read it, holy shit - this will make sense to you young’uns. in due time.

well, to be even more dramatic as such… my wounds from reading this are still fresh (i will sob don’t test me), so i hand the torch over to you to make of this story what you will.

please go into this fic with no expectations. go in willingly and just… fall into it. i will be on the other side when you resurface and i will definitely say something ironic.

like i told you so. xx.

( ♛ ) CALLING PRODUCER MIN YOONGI — by @bangtan-dreamland

!! yoongi x reader | 4.6k !!

strangers to lovers, just fluff all around.

now this is the bitch i aspire to be. dials random ass numbers of random ass strangers just to yap. oh yea, that’s my kinda girl. i just hope she knows she’s the coolest person ever to exist to me. i want to buy a star for her. a big, bright one.

i think i have said this before, but never ever underestimate the power of a drabble. a short fic of little can hold the weight of ten times that amount. especially this one (which i read that long ago but has ultimately ended up here - says it all tbh).

this fic is everything and more to me. i miss it when i’m not reading it, and i miss it when it’s right in front of me. it has me wanting to ring up random people in hopes of meeting my true love - which i won’t, but who knows what might happen?

also, to point out - the immense chemistry between these characters is off the charts. felt like i was intruding on my own phone call.

good dialogue? tick. amazing characterisation? tick. interesting plot? tick. has shakespeare wanting to never learn how to use a phone in case he puts this fic to shame? tick.

lol.

( ✎ ) THE LOVE PROGNOSIS — by @awrkive

!! surgeon!jk x surgeon!reader | 90.9k !!

roommates!au, medical!au, smut (18+), fluff.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. aaaand scene!

can i be honest? y’all stress me the fuck out! and you know who you are! starts with ‘j’ ends with ‘k’. the other one being ‘s’ ends with ‘e’. but one of you i like more and it’s not you, shakespeare.

the time it took me to finish this insanely crafted three-parter was embarrassingly short. (i think i formed a dent in my bed). so when i finished i was - obviously - heartbroken, so i did what every sane person does. i read all the drabbles. aaaand the tlp social media extras. and listened to the playlist. and cried. duh.

whilst all the fics on here deserve their own kdrama, i feel this one would ruin me completely. it’s weightlifting fairy kim bok joo all over again. it’s potential is there. like, c’mon screenwriters. i know you want to. or just pay me to do it.

the characters, the yearning, the friendship - immediately gets flashbacks… - ten’s across the board!

@awrkive is one to look out for. for real. i - along with everyone else here - will be tuning in. full volume.

oh yea, whilst we’re all still here. fuck that other guy. you know who you are! (no spoilers here).

( ♛ ) LET’S GET QUIZZICAL — by @taleasnewastime

!! jimin x f!reader | 28.6k !!

friends to lovers, angst, smut (18+).

sooooo… what i’m hearing is.. we all weren’t aware flo rida’s stage name is just florida with a space..? right? right.? cuz when you say it like that..

having been a victim of multiple pub quizzes in my past (haven’t won - yet!) the dialogue in this story was fucking perfect and scary real, depicting the anxiety, thrill and pure adrenaline running through your body as you rack your brain of every dumb fact you’ve ever read and hope it’s made a home somewhere up there.

not to mention you gotta trust your teammates like your life depends on it - cuz it fuckin’ does. n park jimin being one of them? the rest of the teams… y’all better not even bother showing up atp.

i thought the manor of the story being told through its settings was.. a slice of genius. so so cool and helped set the tone too. every time we transported back to the quiz i clutched my pearls in sheer relief.

also, i wish i could’ve highlighted angst in bold cause damn! you really hit us round the head with that one. and ofc i loved it, but damn. take notes, shakespeare. we don’t have to be killing characters off to ruin mk’s life. hm?

nothing less than spectacular from our @taleasnewastime.

( ♬ ) TRICKS OF THE TRADE — by @stutterfly

!! yoongi x reader | 24.1k !!

body swap!au, soulmates!au (you know me), smut (18+), humour.

peers down through speckled glasses, what’s next..? …oh god. sighs heavily and licks pen.

so i knew from the moment i read ‘body swap’ within the tags that this concept was gonna be so fuckin’ weird but so damn good. and low n behold, it didn’t disappoint. luckily i am a lover of fuckin’ weird.

this concept is so difficult to write. the foreign sensation of a different body and trying to channel each thought n emotions involved is complicated to convey, but this author did it so incredibly well.

also, not to be that person… but that smut… i’m gon’ be sleeping soooo well tonight let’s just say that lmfao. 100/10. might go back n read it when i’m done with this.

blushing… X

shakespeare couldn’t even fathom a story such as this - and we’re talking about the guy who once wrote about an incestuous relationship between a king and his daughter.

crazy work. you are so cool @stutterfly.

( ✎ ) TRIVIA LOVE — by @luxekook

!! namjoon x reader | 5.4k !!

non idol!au, smut (18+).

to quote myself from my reblog on feb 26 2020, “why was i smiling the whole way throughout this??” n you know what? hell yea i still stand by that!

this is the second pub quiz fic i have within this chapter (surprisingly, but not disappointing), but the circumstances cannot be more different.

the first group i would join, perhaps even rally with a little. but if i’m ever attending a pub night and these mother fuckers are in tow, best believe i’m leaving. they’re not ones to fuck with yo. they have $20 to win. they mean war.

since we’re at the end, and i’m 100% convinced nobody is still reading these, soooo… i can speak my truth. someone get me on joon’s lap. you gon’ be calling me cinderella cuz it’s gonna fit perfectly by midnight bro. on the dot.

this is - n will always be - a classic to me. one that i will always return to eventually. i can dress up all i want with these big fics, but these smaller ones are always a guilty pleasure.

like cinderella returning to her mice friends (or whatever), i will always come back to @luxekook and their stories.

forever xoxo.

MARKNEE’S SPECIAL MENTIONS:

caught my attention, and deserve their flowers.

( ♬ ) THE DEVIL SKATES ON THIN ICE — by @vankoya

!! yoongi x reader | 60.5k !!

winter sports!au, fluff, angst, humour.

my love life also skates on thin ice. lmfao. especially after this.

( ✎ ) KNOCKED — by @sailoryooons

!! streamer!seokjin x f!reader | 10.6k !!

roommates to lovers, smut (18+), humour.

more like she’s about to knock him out.

( ♬ ) NEFARIOUS — by @yoonia

!! jimin x f!reader | 39.2k !!

sex club!au, gentlemen club!au, smut (18+).

lets out a long sigh. won’t be in a rush to forget this one.

( ✎ ) THINGS WE DON’T SAY — by @wintaerbaer

!! taehyung x reader | 54.5k !!

best friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut.

the found family trope is strooong.

© marknee, 2025. all rights reserved.

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best friend jin who's definitely not in love with you, no way. you guys do normal best friend things like play games together, cook meals together, fall asleep together. he definitely doesn't feel some type of way when you get all excited about winning, or watch him intently as he cooks, or let out cute little noises while you sleep. no way. you're best friends. he just thinks you're cute the same way he thinks puppies are cute. he looks after you like he would all of his close friends. sure, maybe he wouldn't make just anyone their favourite, most complicated, meal on a random tuesday. or let them win all of the games they play. or watch them with soft eyes as they snore lightly, brushing their hair away from their face. but everything else he'd do for any of his friends.

he's always been a bit in denial, heart eyes that can be seen from miles away, pointed out by everyone he knows, much to his disdain. he can't exactly hide his feelings when his red ears give away his every emotion.

to be fair, you're also in denial. not about your feelings, definitely about his, cause who are you to think someone like your best friend jin would be in love with you. there has to be some other explanation.

it all comes to a head one day, when you're left out in the rain, crying as you realise you lost your friends, frantically trying to figure out a way home. it's the middle of the night, you shouldn't phone jin, it wouldn't be fair, but you really can't think of anything else.

jin gets his phone call, interrupted during an important meeting that's gone on far too long. after excusing himself to answer the call, he realises he has no choice but to come find you, hearing your voice cracks and sniffles on the other end of the line. that's how you find yourself looking at him, tears and rain blurring your vision, but there's no mistaking that it's your jin. it's that moment you both realise this isn't just a regular friendship, that you wouldn't have called just any of your friends, and jin wouldn't have come running for anyone else.

best friend jin who's maybe just a little bit in love with you, or maybe a lot.

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[seokjinsonlyone]

even more niche boyfriend things i think bts would do

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

namjoon:

not a newborn baby but is a big proponent of the kangaroo care concept; like loves to cuddle you while he’s shirtless; him on his back you laid on top of him, skin touching skin at every possible contact point; it does it for him every time

sends you pictures of animals he finds wandering around when he’s out and about 

takes soooo many pictures of you; don't get me wrong there's a fair share of couples photos like you're definitely taking selfies together whenever y'all go out but he takes twice as many off guard pictures of you as posed ones; definitely has a pic of you during golden hour forlornly looking out a window as his lockscreen

asks you to make him a playlist and listens to it whenever he misses you even if it's really disjointed and doesn't fit his mood simply bc you made it and he's always in the mood for you <333

learns to be more gentle around you so he becomes 5-7% less clumsy when you’re around

if you went to a party together i think there’d only be like one hour max where you’re separated from each other any more than that and y’all both start getting fidgety from missing each other bc if you’re in the same space you absolutely have to be together; when you do meet back up he tucks you up underneath his arm and kisses your temple and y’all are sickly cute for the rest of the night; like enough lovey dovey pda to make someone nauseous

always amazed at the amount of stuff you manage to bring out the house; like you'll come out after him and he sees you walking towards the car, arms stuffed to the brim with water bottles and lotions and umbrellas and whatever else you deemed necessary for the day's outings, so he has to rush to help you before you drop everything; eventually gets hip to the fact that you're a a girl and you're always gonna have bunch of things and starts pre-loading your belongings so you won't have to struggle

Oblivious Boyfriend™; as smart and emotionally intelligent and mindful as he is, he's not a mindreader; like he be so focused on his feelings for you, his passions, and his work that he lowkey don't know wtf going on outside of that; so if there's something going on around you or something wrong with you or you have a problem with him you're gonna have to spell it out lest he be none the wiser

doesn't like when you watch him work out because you're more of a distraction than anything but he does like going to you straight after working out; he gets a real kick out of the way you ogle him and feel up on his biceps while he's all pumped up 

he really likes when you call him cute nicknames; joon, joonie, joonie boonie, namu like it lowkey make his heart soar; his personal favorite is joon bug you call him that and he would literally steal the moon if you asked 

seokjin:

tests out all his new recipes on you; feeds you bites to taste along the way so you're not too hungry because he's a perfectionist and it takes him extra time for him to plate it; "the presentation is just as important as the taste!"

likes when you’re in the same room as him while he plays his games; not necessarily watching him but just your company is enough; switches between focusing on the game and engaging you in conversation so you won’t get bored; would actually love it if you did take an interest in whatever game he was playing; would take his time explaining the back story of each character and their strengths and weaknesses; would start a separate game so that you could play and have you sit between his legs while he helped you with the controls

has to kiss you at least 3 times before leaving the house; once when you wake up, once while you’re going through your morning routine, and once before you leave; more kisses may be shared but any less than three and he swears his whole day is thrown off

he’s going to pick at you; there’s just no way around it it’s in his nature; he won’t do it enough to make you actually annoyed but enough that you wanna smack him around a little; which… he likes things like that

has no problem singing and dancing whenever y'all are casually listening to music but if you actually wanted him to sing for you he'd get all shy, red in the ears and neck and would have to take a couple days to practice before following through

begs you to join him for tennis practice bc he wants you two to become the next venus and serena

y’all will do that one couples trend on tiktok where they paint each other and then reveal the pictures at the end and it’s not like yours is fantastic or anything but you can tell that you at least tried; meanwhile when you see seokjin’s painting you can’t tell if you’re looking at a distorted walrus or a possessed squirrel either way it is NOT you no matter how much he insists it looks like you

stays sending you thirst traps; like whenever he looks good whether it's bc he's all dolled up for some event or he's fresh out the shower with his hair slicked back or he just sees himself in a mirror and remembers he's worldwide handsome, his phone is out, he's putting a sultry look on his face, snapping a pic, and sending it straight to you

you binge watch animes together; no one will see or hear from either of y’all for like 5 days straight, complete radio silence; and when someone finally knocks on the door they see that y’all been camped out in the living room no phone in sight on season 6 of whatever anime y’all started last friday night  

must feed you every time you meet up; like if he has not seen you eat something in the time you spend together he has not completed his boyfriend duties; even if he comes to your place he has to make sure you have at least eaten a snack; doesn't matter how much you weigh he absolutely can not have you wasting away on his watch

yoongi:

gently tucks your hair behind your ear

always offers you his arm to link when it’s cold out so y’all can share each other’s warmth; he absolutely will still be wearing slides with no socks tho and you fuss at him about it every time

lets you play in his hair; just sits there nonchalantly while you give him the most ridiculous hair styles; pig tails, corn rows, mohawks; as long as you don’t cut nothing he doesn’t care fr; takes a picture when you’re done with that big gummy smile on full display bc of how silly he looks

says he's not a big social media person but one of his favorite past times is sitting down with you scrolling down your fyp for hours; makes you send the funniest videos to him so he can watch later

you’re one of the few people that he gains energy from being around so he likes your presence even when you’re not particularly doing anything; like you just be sitting next to each other or like be hand in hand on a walk around the neighborhood not even saying anything but in his head he’s thinking about what a great time he’s having 

if you're up late at night and start feeling peckish he'll make you some snacks even if he doesn't plan on eating; still scolds you about how eating late at night is bad as he's enabling you; ends up eating with you too

he doesn't like watching dramas with you; he'll claim it's bc of the plot but really he just doesn't like how you be kicking your feet and giggling at the male leads

not the best with verbal affirmations so whenever he does go out of his way to compliment you he ends up just as flustered as you are; “you look pretty today” and his cheeks are flushed more than yours 

always preps you to bargain and gathers together all coupons before y’all go grocery shopping; “just bc i’m rich doesn’t mean i like to be ripped off” 

he's always listening to you even when it seems like he's not; you could be rambling on about something and you think he's not paying attention so you stop midsentence and be like "are you even listening to what i'm saying?" and he looks up from whatever he was doing and then repeats back to you everything you said; has a great memory in general so he remembers everything you say and do even the small things that you forget about

hoseok:

sends ‘thinking of you’ texts just to let you know when you’re on his mind

if you start dancing to a song he gets all hyped up and he’s joining you immediately; hands on your hips moving you as he pleases; it’s a club wherever you and the music are

makes you one of his little beaded bracelets that says “ur my hope”

if you fell asleep in a position that looks uncomfortable he’d gently rearrange you until he got you in a more normal position; 100% the type to carry you bridal style to bed if you fell asleep for the night on the couch 

the type to pop up at your crib with an insane amount of the most exquisite, top tier take out and you gotta try to figure out who he think eating all this; doesn't even try to fight the boujee allegations when you tease him for bringing out caviar and truffles 

always takes pics of you when he thinks you look good; like you could be running late and you’re rushing trying to get out the door but hoseok is just gonna spend a good 30 seconds checking you out while you’re fussing at him and then be like wait a minute and starts posing you; has several organized folders of you because of this labeled by genre of your look; it’s easier that way so when he’s showing people pictures of you they won’t accidentally get a peek of something meant for his eyes only

loves the idea of you becoming his family so he really likes bringing you home; warms his heart to see you getting along with his parents and his sister; sets up a group chat with you him and his sister to help y'all talk more but lowkey gets pouty when y'all do get closer and be chatting and hanging out without him 💀

if you're not already together he'll facetime you in the morning; he won't have much to say at first other than a groggy good morning; but after he comes to terms with the fact that he has to be awake and takes a couple sips of his iced americano he's his usual ball of energy sunshiny self; will have you up doing morning stretches and light calisthenics at 6:30am

every couple weeks y'all go to the nail salon together and get mani-pedis; he leaves the acrylics and jewels and glitter to you but the overall color scheme and design aesthetic for your nails match; takes like 17 pictures of your hands together to show off

loves cuddling up to you on the couch so you can play in his hair; like each time his head is resting on your chest and your hand is running through his hair lightly scratching at his scalp he swears he’s reached nirvana 

jimin:

will drag you out the house in the middle of winter to drive down to the beach and watch the sunset together; you’d be huddled up together you sat in between his legs leaning against him his arms draped around your neck pulling you into him; you’d stay there sitting in the sand even after the night settled in just talking until you were shivering and sniffling then he’d take you to a cafe to get some hot cocoa to warm up 

randomly calls you in the middle of the night bc he misses your voice; smiles the entire he’s getting scolded for scaring you bc you thought something was wrong bc he called you at 2am

kisses your forehead, nose, and lips in that order every time you part ways 

hates knowing there's other people staring at you so like if you're out together and wearing like a hoodie or something and he notices you're garnering attention he zips it all the way up and pulls your hood over your head and tightens the strings so no one can see you; in turn knows you hate the thought that other people even think of him so he pretends they don't even exist; like you can literally point somebody out and be like "omg aren't they so pretty" and he's gonna avert his eyes in the opposite direction won't even look and just be like "you're so pretty. there's only you"

number one advocate for a lazy morning; snuggles into you, his head on your chest trapping you in; looks up at you with a goofy smile and preens when you press a kiss to his forehead

squishes your cheeks in both his hands when you're being too cute for him to handle

like the true feminist he is, he supports your rights and wrongs!!; like you get into it with somebody and then tell him the story afterwards he's hyping you up the entire time telling you that you were right and what you should've done and what he would've done if he were you; he's just always gonna be on your side

riles you up just bc he likes the reactions you make when you’re irritated 

it’s tea city when it comes to you two; like whatever you know he knows and whatever he knows you know; gossiping is actually one of your favorite bonding activities; he likes to play it up and drag it out whenever he finds something out; like he’s gonna text you and be like UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!!!! and you’ll be like WHAT and he’ll be like I HAVE TO TELL YOU IN PERSON OMG!!!! 😱 when it’s like noon knowing darn well he not getting off work until 10pm at the earliest 😭

likes to go with you when you have to “run errands” bc it’s usually just you doing girl things like getting coffee and then going to the store to buy snacks and skincare and he thinks it’s really adorable how you light up when you see small things in cute packages

taehyung:

has a series of like 12 hour logs in his phone recents list bc he stay falling asleep on facetime

makes it a point to hang out with your male friends just to assert dominance; doesn't matter if they have partners of their own or are completely uninterested in you he still wants to look them in their eye, shake their hand, and then put his arm around you to tie up any loose ends that may be dangling around

helps you pick the eyelashes out of your eye whenever one gets stuck

asks you to come over with the sole purpose of convincing you to take a nap with him; will straight up lie on the phone and tell you he wanna hang out and do this and that and then when you get over there he like let’s nap first; your cuddles just gon do it for him every time

uses kisses as bargaining chips; like if you need him to do something like idk take out the trash he's only gonna do it if you give him 3 kisses so you give him one as a down payment and the other 2 after he completes the task; (he was always gonna do what you asked but kisses make everything better)

likes to keep his hands free when he's out and about so he's always adding extra stuff to your purse; because he's always in your bag, he knows its exact content; you'll be frantically searching for your lip gloss and he'll ask what you're looking for and when you tell him he'll pull it out of some random side pocket he moved it to so he could make room for his stuff

will randomly wake up out of his sleep and call you just bc you crossed his mind; takes like 30 seconds to respond to anything you say bc he only half awake; the call lasts for like three minutes before he hangs up to go back to sleep 

as a big fan of roleplay at least once in your relationship he's gonna make y'all get all dressed up and go to a bar separately and act like strangers and he's gonna pretend to pick you up

if you sent him out to pick up period products last minute he’s the type that ask if you wanted lemon or lime flavor bc one package is yellow and the other is green 😭; alternatively would ask what’s your coochie size when he noticed the numbers on it

he’s not gonna let you win at any game you play; doesn’t matter how much you whine and pout he likes winning too much; god forbid you’re actually good at something he’s gonna try his very hardest and will even practice so that he eventually beats you; will give you all the prizes tho

jungkook:

if he gets bored while you’re asleep he’s gonna start messing with you; his favorite go to games are flicking your bottom lip until you tuck it in or start to gain consciousness and stacking cheerios on your forehead; his personal best is 9 of em 

hooks his chin over your shoulder to be nosy when you’re watching something on your phone that catches his attention

he understands that you’re not as nocturnal as he is but sometimes when you stay over at his place and he feels restless he can’t help but crave your attention; will wake you up at 4am gently with kisses so you can try some of the food he made; you’ll be half asleep with him kneeling in front of you feeding you some spicy noodles; he’ll patiently wait for you to finish chewing before he asks you if it’s good; makes you take at least one more bite before kissing your forehead and letting you go back to sleep; tucks himself up next to you about an hour later after he finishes cleaning up after himself 

you make funny tiktoks together; they never leave the drafts of course except for when he finds it particularly hilarious and sends it in the group chat 

threatens to beat up anyone who upsets you; like you tell him a story about someone who was upsetting you at work and his first response is "bring them to me. i'll take care of it"; and lord don't let someone get carried away at a club or something like if a guy starts hitting on you and won't take no for an answer before you can even tell them off he's already at the scene one shove away from being breaking news on every media outlet in the world

gets pouty when you have a night out without him but he understands the need for balance so doesn’t put up too much of a fight; his only stipulation is that if you can’t make it home on your own or your friends can’t drop you off that you always always call him; the thought of you getting into some randos car late at night when you’re not even mentally there all the way sends chills up his spine; he can’t sleep unless he knows you’re at home safe and sound anyway 

doesn't consciously have a preference for how you dress like he thinks you look good in whatever but you in a dress or a skirt itches a particular part of his id that would have carl jung doing backflips; like whenever you pop out in a dress or a skirt he's coming up to you and giving you a kiss on the lips while his arms wrap around your waist and 10-30 seconds later they're dropping down and his hands are toying with the ends of your garment and grazing your thighs underneath it; it just does it for him every time

you're his safe place <333; he goes through periods where you're the only person he wants to see; he will scare you half to death like you'll get off work and go home and you hear all this noise and whole time it's him in your kitchen making sandwiches for lunch; will make up for scaring you by tucking your face into his neck while his arms are wrapped tightly around you so he can breathe you in and then cupping your face and giving you kisses; you're his baby

you have matching hyperfixations; like one of you will get into something and won’t shut up about it and then being the supportive partner you are whenever you’re on social media you send the posts you stumble across to them; but then the algorithm picks up on it and the content keeps popping so often that you actually start being entertained by it too; then y’all won’t shut up about it and have inside jokes and no one ever knows what y’all are talking about bc it’s so deep down into the referential millennial dadaism

gets offended if you’re walking side by side and not touching in some way; like if you start walking ahead of him or something he’s gonna clear his throat very pointedly and when you look at him like ???? he’s gonna look at you like you’re stupid and pull you into him where you belong 

a/n: as promised she is back 🫡 thank you to everyone who encouraged me to repost 💕 pls continue to be kind my mental state is probably worse than it was before LOL

[lex1i0]

bts fic recs

✿ - my favorites

✧ty for the resources :))

— Seokjin

ᰔᩚ Mold a Pretty Lie by @blog-name-idk {college!au, unhealthy & toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut}

ᰔᩚ Scale by @shina913 {richboy!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine {non idol!au, fluff, angst, smut, step brother}

✿ Off Limits by @floralseokjin {brothers bsf!au, smut, angst, fluff}

ᰔᩚ Cupids on Holiday by @persphonesorchid {angel!au, fluff, angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers, humor}

ᰔᩚ Paraluman by @muniimyg {love triangle, fwb to lovers, bsf to lovers, smut, angst}

ᰔᩚ Lets Get Married as a Joke by @burningupp {angst, fluff}

— Namjoon

✿ A word from our sponsors by @100vern {podcast, friends to lovers!au, crack, smut, fluff}

ᰔᩚ The Holiday Pretense by @mortallydeepestobservation {fake dating!au, friends to lovers/roommates to lovers, crack, smut, fluff}

ᰔᩚ Perfect Plan by @mortallydeepestobservation {friends to lovers, fwb?, angst, fluff, happy ending}

ᰔᩚ Beauty & The Bookworm by @jungshookz {uni!au, librian!namjoon, fluff, angst, smut}

— Yoongi

ᰔᩚ Sugar Rush Ride by @lo1k-diamonds {fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Dillema by @trivia-yandere {drug dealer!yoongi, smut}

ᰔᩚ The Road not Taken by @prodagustd {brothers bsf, one sided pining?, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Oh, Darling! by @yoongiofmine {non idol!au, uni!au, fluff, angst, smut}

✿ Between the Titles by @highvern {fluff, smut}

✿Three Tangerines by @kithtaehyung {brothers bsf!au, implied age gap, angst, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Minted by @kithtaehyung {angst, action, smut, haegeum!au, gang!au}

ᰔᩚ Take a bite by @glossdebut {smut, fluff, angst, slowburn}

✿ bbydaddy!yoongi by @muniimyg {smut, fluff, angst}

ᰔᩚ So it goes by @prodagustd {fwb to lovers, fluff, smut, angst}

✿ Terms & Conditions by @ktownshizzle {fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au}

ᰔᩚ The Deal by @untaemedqueen {drug lord!yoongi, fluff, smut, angst}

ᰔᩚ Whispered Vows by @lostbookmark {angst, fluff, smut}

✿ Dating Advice by @taleasnewastime {strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Love and Lullabies by @ktownshizzle {fluff, angst, smut, idol!au, acquaintances to lovers, dad!yoongi}

✿ Hook, Line & Stinker by @yoonmetogether (smut, fluff, angst}

— Hoseok

ᰔᩚ Heartbeat by @joonbird {gang!au, fluff, smut}

ᰔᩚ Guarded by @xjoonchildx {mafia!au, e2l, slowburn, eventual smut}

ᰔᩚ Connotations of Sin by @persphonesorchid {fallen angel!au, angst, fluff, smut, horror}

— Jimin

ᰔᩚ Serendipity by @mikrokosmoslove {ceo jimin!au, lovers to enemies to colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, drama}

✿ Silk Sheets by CallMeByYourName97 {sugardaddy!au, smut, fluff, toxic relationship}

ᰔᩚ Growing Pains by @taleasnewastime {unrequited love, brothers bsf, mafia!au, fluff, angst}

ᰔᩚ In the wake of your leave by @taleasnewastime {unrequited love, brothers bsf, slowburn, mafia!au, angst}

— Taehyung

ᰔᩚ A really great (love?) story by @whatifyoulivelikethat {non idol!au, fluff, smut, friends to lovers}

ᰔᩚ Stuck with you by @jungshookz {roommate!taehyung, uni!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut}

— Jungkook

ᰔᩚ Strictly Platonic by @jeonqkookskooks {college!au, bsfs to lovers, fake dating!au, fluff, angst, smut}

ᰔᩚ Game on @sparklingchim {footballer!jungjook, fake dating, f2l}

ᰔᩚ I Want You to Stay by @ahundredtimesover {boss!jk x assistant reader, strangers to lovers, slowburn, angst, smut, fluff, drama}

ᰔᩚ Bbydaddy!jk by @muniimyg {exs to lovers, fluff, smut, angst}

✿ Home by @bonny-kookoo {est relationship, foreigner!reader, fluff, smut}

✿ Hotter than Hell by @chateautae {supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut}

ᰔᩚ Paraluman by @muniimyg {love triangle, fwb to lovers, bsf to lovers, smut, angst}

✿ Sauvage by tjunglebook {ceo!jungkook, fluff, smut}

— Ot7

ᰔᩚ Change my mind by @winterzsurprise {soulmates!au, f2l, eventual smut, slowburrn, polyamory}

✿ Little do You Know by @yoongiofmine {fluff, angst, smut, playmate!au, idol!au}

ᰔᩚ Back Home by @alexlwrites {college!au, romance, humor, fluff, angst}

✿ Everything Falls (Into Place) by @blog-name-idk {college!au, roommate!au, fluff, humor, smut}

ᰔᩚ Sh. by @wwilloww {non idol!au, wilderness!au, f2l, smut, fluff, angst}

[joonberriess]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝜗𝜚 . . .

𓊆ྀི 𝓝amjoon 𓊇ྀི

SUGAR 10.8k

navigating life with your sweet boyfriend—alternatively a collection of soft moments in this slice of life au.

BAD GUY 2.7k

your (ex)-boyfriend thinks he can get away with cheating, so you fuck his dad as revenge. ‘might seduce your dad type,’

JUICY 1.5k

you love how big your boyfriend’s getting, the size difference goes crazy.

FREAK 1.8k

hoseok’s wondering why his bandmate’s sweet, precious girlfriend is missing from his release party.

ME AND YOUR MAMA 3.6k

another slice of life story that tells the tale of how you and your boyfriend welcomed your little one into the world.

𓊆ྀི 𝓢eokjin 𓊇ྀི

coming soon.

𓊆ྀི 𝓨oongi 𓊇ྀི

ANGEL 7k

yoongi’s got a soft spot for his sweet girlfriend—or, behind the scenes with your boyfriend.

WHAT’S POPPIN 1.7k

yoongi being the type to buy his girl a chain cause if he’s iced out, so is she.

DEVIL 1.5k

you’re just the pretty little staff member he wants to corrupt and defile, a alternate universe of angel.

SHINUNOGA E-WA 1.9k

four times you said ‘I love you’, plus the one time you didn’t.

“BABY” 1.3k

you put your reputation on the line by getting fucked in the backseat of your senior’s car.

𓊆ྀི 𝓗oseok 𓊇ྀི

NDA 1.2k

you’re one of the lucky fans hoseok notices at lollapalooza.

𓊆ྀི 𝓙imin 𓊇ྀི

ALL I NEED 1.7k

watching the sunset with your boyfriend’s head between your thighs on a late afternoon.

WANT 1.1k

forget the movie, jimin’s got other plans.

𓊆ྀི 𝓣aehyung 𓊇ྀི

GROUPIE LOVE 4.8k

you get picked from the crowd during PTD LA, and tae’s all yours for the night.

SEX TALK 6.1k

you’re fucking two hotties on the low without realizing they’re roommates..

MANEATER 2.9k

imagine pissing off your hot, older sugar daddy?

EAT MY LOVE 2k

tae wakes you up in the middle of the night for some sleepy, lazy fun.

CAPTAIN HOOK 6.3k

there may or may not be (one sided) feelings involved with your hook-up.

ECOUTE CHERIE 1.3k

soft nights in paris.

THROAT GOAT 1.1k

a late-night hookup with tae in the backseat of his car.

𓊆ྀི 𝓙ungkook 𓊇ྀི

BIG OL FREAK 2k

he’s not good for you but you can’t bring yourself to really care.

SEX TALK 6.1k

you’re fucking two hotties on the low without realizing they’re roommates..

TODAS MUEREN POR MI 3.5k

a bittersweet fantasy with your boxer boyfriend.

SLUT ME OUT 1.9k

you find out just how hungry your boyfriend is in the morning.

KEROSENE 15k

your student takes a dark interest in you, raising the stakes and leaving you utterly helpless.

THE BOY IS MINE 6.2k

your best friend and you have zero boundaries.

DO I WANNA KNOW 19.8k

your ex is relentless in his pursuit, all in the name of love.

AGORA HILLS 1.9k

“grunge bf lets cute gf ride him,”

3D 3.2k

pics and videos don’t do you justice.

NEED TO KNOW 3.3k

it’s your birthday and your boss is feeling generous tonight.

ESPRESSO 14.6k

a rowdy boxer and the pretty it-girl he bagged by being him. jungkook’s doing anything to prove he’s serious, even if it means making a fool outta himself.

ཐི⋆FLAWLESS SERIES⋆ཋྀ

you never meant for it to go this far, much less with your best friend’s dad of all people. throw a baby in the mix? lies are told, secrets revealed forcing you to face the consequences of your actions—together.

DADDY ISSUES 2.4k

how you met jungkook.

FLAWLESS 3.4k

things were always complicated.

2. everything falls apart.

3. a look into the past.

RODEO 1.9k

you show him just how you ride it.

LOVIN’ YOU 3.5k

celebrating your anniversary in the future!

ཐི⋆JOCK!JK SERIES⋆ཋྀ

what do you get when you throw a pretty bimbo and her jock bf together? sex, sex, more sex, and then marriage; or, a series of events as they navigate life together.

𓆩♡𓆪 the intro.

𓆩♡𓆪 jungkook works you out with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 you want to put sprinkles on it.

𓆩♡𓆪 he plays his game and then some.

𓆩♡𓆪 you hate condoms.

𓆩♡𓆪 he’s a munch.

𓆩♡𓆪 you meet his friend, yoongi.

𓆩♡𓆪 a roommate’s (jennie’s) dilemma.

𓆩♡𓆪 the future!

𓆩♡𓆪 daddy’s father’s day special.

𓆩♡𓆪 seven days with jungkook.

𓆩♡𓆪 the origin story.

ཐི⋆BABY DADDY SERIES⋆ཋྀ

life with (your) annoying, frustratingly handsome baby daddy who won’t leave you alone and your sweet baby who can’t stop asking why you call his dad ‘deadbeat’.

SEVEN 5.5k

another day, another headache with him.

PUSSY FAIRY 2.6k

sometimes moms need to unwind too.

MALIBU 3.3k

the past: his birthday.

STANDING NEXT TO YOU 6.9k

feelings get talked about.

[ctrlhope]

Lily pleaseeee share your favorite ot7 hybrid fics, i can’t find any 😭😭😭😭

OMGGGG BB YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKIEEE I LOVE OT7 FICS REAL BAD

I’ve been reading hybrid fics p much since I started reading bts fanfics so… I can hook u up dastardly style 🤩 links under the cut <33

so before I start listing ima be so fr and say I like most of my hybrid fics verryy formulaic. i p much only ready hybrid bts x human reader and I really enjoy the whole plot of ‘y/n inherits bts and doesn’t know what to do!’ Or ‘y/n sees 7 hybrids at the shelter who need help and doesn’t know what to do!’. It feels sooo chicken noodle soup to me and it feels good for my soul <33 so I hope these fics feel like chicken noodle soup for u too and that you love them as much as I do <33

Series

Abundance ✰ @angelicyoongie

HYBRID CLASSIC FICCCC actually one of the first hybrid fics I think I ever read?? Def the first hybrid ot7 which is kinda crazy 😭 perfect chicken soup for the soul <33 probably the basis for the way I like hybrid fics I read formatted now!! you can really see how the authors writing grew with this fic. Was the fic that made me fall in love with hybrids, actually. I love all of her work so bad man [last updated: 10/4/24]

Trouvaille ✰ @spookyserenades

on my main recs list for a REASON!!! MODERN OT7 CLASSIC FIC!!! if you like the slowest of burns… you’ll enjoy this fic heavily. once again my favourite chicken-soup style so I can’t help but recommend it <33 I have… so many words id like to say about coyote jimin and hoseok… but I will remain silent for my own dignity 😔love all of her work terribly <33 [last updated: 8/17/24]

SeVen Uncaged ✰ @/missing_min_meowmeow (ao3) and @/polaritae (ao3)

two part series (first half completed, second half not) detailing the difficulties of adopting 7 hybrids reader was completely unprepared for 🙂‍↕️ YESSS MA’AM!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! I love how this fic goes into the details of how difficult mentally and physically this kind of change would be for the hybrids. I love the characterisation of each of the boys. I LOVE IT!!!! pls give this series a chance it is so definitely worth it even though it’s unfinished. A love it terribly, in its entirety. I LOVE FLAWED CHARACTERS!!! [last updated: 9/11/23]

Restitution ✰ @/cloudtea (ao3) @cloudteawrites (tumblr)

like I said I REALLY like fanfics where reader comes into a bunch of hybrids and has to deal with the consequences 😭 that being said, this has exactly everything I love in a hybrid fic, I absolutely love the concept, and the stories of where each of the guys came from before. THIS is exactly what I mean when I say a chicken soup fic— warm and comforting. Hopefully the author will come back to it someday <33 it’s so good even though it’s just the beginning [last updated: 4/19/21 — permanent hiatus]

Loving You Isn’t Hard to Learn ✰ @/arduouslove (ao3) @arduouslove (tumblr)

MANNN ITS SO WARM AND COMFORTING!!! like,, i know i keep saying chicken soup and IM SORRY BUT THATS WHAT THESE ARE FOR ME!!! I absolutely adore the concept of a motel for hybrids to go when they need help. And I really love the development we’ve seen so far between Hoseok and jimin. Another fic that was left at the beginning, but truly lovely. Another one I hope the author updates again someday <33 [last updated: 03/07/23]

Still Life ✰ @/king_myg (ao3)

OKAY NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HYBRID FICS IVE READ!! The concept behind it is just so,, intriguing. It’s a yandere fic, so it has that edge to it but the way jungkook just *is* is so…. No you actually just have to read it to understand. I love this fic sooo bad actually. And Yoongi who pretends not to be a hybrid… and!! I really can’t express in words how exciting this was for me to read. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys relationships develop with the reader. [last updated: 5/22/24]

Home Calls the Heart ✰ @anonnie-in-wonderland

verryyy cute ot7 fic <33 the first chapter just feels very warm and soft. its adorable how tae wants to 'adopt' a human for his family even though he doesn't quite understand the repercussions of it [last updated: 12/17/22]

About love ✰ @mochiimac

One of my favourite tropes of reader coming into hybrids and them all hating each other right off the bat!! The writing style feels so safe too <33 [last updated: 04/24/3]

A Hundred Percent Human ✰ @/wrienne (ao3) @wrienne (tumblr)

Another CLASSIC ot7 hybrid fic!! I remember reading the first few chapters before I took a break from fanfics back in the day. Each of the characters (bts memebers) are so interesting and I love the personalities the author made around them as well as all the world building they did within the fic. The class system was so interesting to me and TAEHYUNG??? God, such a fun and dynamic story!! Highly recommend you check it out [last updated: 7/24/23]

Daddy’s Money Makes the World Go Round ✰ @/That_Author (ao3)

SOOO warm and comfortable. Guarddog Namjoon rlly just wants to keep the reader safe even though her parents are mean. Their relationship (as well as the rest of the guys that come into the home) is just SO sweet n gentle <3 [last updated: 10/28/22]

Oneshots

Secret Story of the Swan ✰ @purpleyoonn

one of the few yandere fics on the list and oh so sweet <33 the way they gently lure reader is so 🥺 and she gives in easily to their charms 🥺 v cute little oneshot <33 love her a lot

Beastly Gods ✰ @lemonjoonah

A CLASSICCCCCC one of the only (other) yandere fics on this list. mostly taehyung x reader w/ implied ot7 x reader ++ drabbles featuring ot7 x reader. I love this fic so much actually you don’t understand. It holds such a special place in my heart PLS READ IT!!

Tangled Hearts ✰ @writersrealmbts

Adorable look into readers life with 7 hybrids <33 truly love how this fic played out and the interactions the members had with eachother and the reader. ITS JUST REAL CUTE OKAY!!!! Makes me all soft nd gushy!! Very cute <33 i love it.

To Be Read / Currently Reading

Kindness ✰ @/angelaronin (ao3)

Stray Cat Strut ✰ @/typhloticharuspex (ao3)

Meritocracy ✰ @/saylilirose (ao3)

The Dog Days are Over ✰ @/mintedmango (ao3)

Redamancy ✰ @/dalgi_jungoo (ao3)

A Sweet Change ✰ @/kagsii (ao3)

Peculiar Pack ✰ @/dollremi (ao3)

If anyone has any reads I didn’t mention comment them or message me them!!

** I’ll update this as I read more / find more fics I’ve read in the past that I enjoyed!! By no means is it complete, these are just the fics I’ve read/reread recently nd enjoyed <33 Currently going through my tumblr likes to see if I’ve missed any <33 ✰ last updated: 01/19/25

Main Rec List | individual/poly hybrid rec list (coming soon)

[7ndipity]

Their Crush Likes Them Back

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What would happen if the members were so deep in their belief that their crush is one-sided that they're oblivious to the fact that the feeling is very much mutual

Warnings: lil angst, suggestive, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! This honestly was so fun to write, and really helped me beat back my writer's block. I hope y’all like it! Based on this post

Masterlist

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Jin:

He’s been so focused on trying to hide his feelings and just being a good friend to you, that he doesn’t realize that you’ve not only caught onto his feelings, but that you’re also very into him and are actively flirting with him😫

You keep trying to subtly tip him off, giving him extra compliments and calling him petnames that make his ears turn bright red, but he just keeps brushing it off as you’re just being a really sweet friend.

You even tried triggering his jealous streak in an attempt to get him to speak up, like “If they’re not good enough, then who is, hmmm!?” but it always just ends with him mumbling something you can’t understand and him driving you home in frustrated silence.

It’s after one of these such nights that you end up blurting out your own feelings, since he won’t do it! 

When you finally tell him how you feel, he just sits there for a solid minute completely dumbfounded before managing to speak. “...are you sure? Like you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

Honestly not that much changes after you’ve talked everything out and made things official, at least at first. He’s very gradual in his shift into ‘boyfriend mode’, starting with smaller but sweet gestures like bringing you flowers.

The one thing that changes immediately tho is he now holds your hand/arm/waist everywhere you go. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he has to be holding onto you. You’re the most valuable thing in the world to him, and now that he has you, there’s no way he’s letting you go.

Yoongi:

As good as Yoongi is at hiding his feelings, you're the complete opposite, showering him with compliments and praise at every opportunity, turning him into the shyest lil meow meow, but you can’t help it, he deserves to know how amazing he is

You know you’re one of the only people that he feels fully comfortable being vulnerable and open with, which is why it hurts so much when he pulls away or gives the silent treatment after fights or gets too into his own head. 

This leads to more than a few arguments between you where you all but spell out how you feel about him, but he somehow still manages to twist it around in his head to be platonic.

It becomes abundantly clear that anything short of straight up kissing him on the mouth is just gonna be met with ‘oh, they didn’t mean it like that.’ Like mf I said you were ideal husband material! Get your head out of your ass!

When you finally do get him to understand that you like him, he gets soo quiet(you know that lil confused look he does where his eyes just go everywhere? that) like Yoongi.exe has stopped working, please reboot.

Once he’s had time to process and y’all talk everything out, he becomes the softest and most dedicated boy. Liike, now that he can actually show his feelings, he’s a fucking SIMP, constantly surprising you with little gifts and gestures, and just always staring at you with the softest heart eyes.

Hobi:

Very much like Jin in that he’s soo focused on being a good friend and not making you uncomfortable that he somehow misses how you’re very much simping over the man. Like it’s not even subtle, you’re always looking at him with literal stars in your eyes.

He tends to mirror your energy/behavior to match your vibe tho, which becomes a bit problematic bc you end up acting a lot more ‘couple-y’ than either of you initially realize. Like, it’s totally normal for him to snuggle and kiss you on the cheek, pay no mind to the fact that he doesn’t do it with anyone else but you.

(Jungkook thinks it’s hilarious tbh and keeps finding ways to put you two in forced proximity situations in the hopes that y’all will finally get a fucking hint and confess already!)

He kinda realizes he’s pushing the boundaries of what’s ‘okay’ for just friends, but he can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible, even if he thinks it will never go anywhere, not realizing that you’re doing the exact same thing.

When you finally talk to him one night about how you actually feel, he doesn’t even think and just tackles you, kissing you until you both forget how to breathe

Instantly the most devoted boyfriend in the world. Texts you constantly, brings you flowers for every date or snacks when you hangout at each other's places. He kisses you constantly, always mumbling about “making up for lost time” when you tease him about it.

Namjoon:

I totally see this happening to him tbh. Like as in tune as he can be sometimes, he’s kinda oblivious when it comes to your relationship, even if it’s obvious to everyone else in your friend group..

He never really questions why you always happen to be free when he wants to hangout, or the fact that you always answer his texts regardless of the time of day/night.

What he does see however is how much it hurts you when he tries to pull away when he starts to get too into his own head about everything, making his will crumble almost immediately and coming back to you soo apologetic.

He doesn’t understand why you’re always so forgiving and willing to stick beside him through everything, no matter how many times you tell him it’s because you love him

I see telling him how you actually feel going one or two ways: you sitting him down and talking everything out super calm and maturely. or-

You blurting it out in the heat of the moment during a fight, resulting in a brief stunned silence and then you getting pinned to the nearest surface and kissing each other till you can’t breathe and then dragging each other to the bedroom…

You don’t really address it anymore after that night, you’re just dating now and thats it. (Tho, you may have forgotten to notify the rest of your friend group and so they don’t realize you’re together until you kiss him goodbye in front of them and Hobi drops glass in shock, lol)

Jimin:

It would be almost funny how oblivious he is, if it weren’t soo fucking frustating.

Like usually he’s the one flirting up a storm, flustering and confusing people left and right, but with you he’s turned into a complete mess, trying(and failing) to hide how shy and blushy you make him with just the smallest gestures.

Which you would think would help the two of you to realize that you’re both into each other, but nope, you’re just dancing around the obvious and driving everyone else in your friend group insane(Tae and Yoongi have a bet on who will actually make the first move)

Like he notices some of the little cues that you’ve been dropping that you might be into him too, but he honestly just feels like he’s imagining things because that’s what he wants to happen

(tbh he thinks you’re trying to kill him with how close and touchy you get sometimes because he wants to kiss you soo fucking bad)

When you finally get the courage to tell him, it’s quiet and intimate, at one of your apartments in the middle of the night while you’re laying on the couch or bed together talking about whatever, and he goes so still and quiet for minute you think he fell asleep or something before he suddenly rolls on top of you, grinning like an idiot and wrapping you up in the tightest hug ever and kissing you breathless.

You two dating isn’t that much different than when you were just friends except you’re somehow EVEN MORE CLINGY with each other(who knew that was even possible?! lol) constantly touching or holding onto each other or stealing kisses when you think no one’s looking

Taehyung:

Honestly? He’s lowkey aware of your flirty behavior, but he keeps trying to brush it off as “they’re just being cute” because he doesn’t want to accidentally misread things and fuck things up between you by trying to make a move that’s not wanted.

Nevermind the fact that you are very openly making your interests known. Like there’s nothing to misread here my dude, everyone and their grandma can see that I am absolutely smitten with you.

Notices your more jealous/clingy moments, but doesn’t quite recognize them for what they are or the reason for them. All he knows is that you’re hanging onto his arm and giving him attention, which he soaks up like the happiest lil sponge. Who cares if you’re a little overprotective of him? He thinks it’s cute.

Similar to Hobi in that he worries sometimes that he’s overstepping what’s okay for just friends for his own benefit, even though multiple friends have pointed out that you were actively initiating those moments with him too, it’s not just a one-sided thing

He fully refuses to believe it tho until one night as he’s walking you home and you admit to him that you wished that he was your boyfriend. He turns into the smiliest bean ever at your confession, latching onto you like a giant koala bear and refusing to let go for the rest of the night as you talk and share how you’ve both really been feeling.

Instantly shifts into teddybear boyfriend mode, super cuddly and calling you every petname he can think of. He jokes that he’s just catching up on all the stuff that you missed out on before, but he’s lowkey always been like this with you, he’s just free to finally give into those impulses and kiss you anytime he wants😊

Jungkook:

God bless this boy, he’s soo fucking blind it’s absolutely infuriating

Like neither of you are exactly subtle about your feelings towards each other, but he somehow always manages to miss your hints or flirtations. Like you could be walking around wearing a neon sign that says “I’m in love with you” and he would just be like “oh cool necklace Y/n!”😑

He notices how you tend to stick close to him whenever the two of you hangout together, which he loves, but somehow he misses the gooey-eyed looks you keep giving him.

He also doesn’t realize that one of the only reasons you put up with his possessiveness is because you keep hoping that he’ll fess up and admit his feelings, but he never does, always backing off at the last moment because he’s terrified of fucking things up with you.

Meanwhile you’re practically beating your head against the wall because he’s driving you insane.

Man literally doesn’t catch on fully until you grab him by the face and kiss him one night after an argument, freezing in shock for half a minute before reciprocating very enthusiastically.(everyone immediately knows what happened the next day tho because you’re both fucking covered in hickeys like 👀)

Refuses to leave your side from that point on, he’s now your personal bodyguard/house husband/assistant/ etc. Anything you need, he’s on it immediately. Always finding little excuses to touch you until you point out that he doesn’t actually need a reason anymore, and then he’s just touching/kissing you every time you’re in arms reach

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @bo0ghol @seleneacyoflove @k4ngelz @universal-travel-er

[devotedfem]

The backrooms

You find yourself trapped in the backrooms, and you must get through each level to survive, but be careful of the beings lurking in them because they might grow a twisted interest in you.

Each level it's harder than the other! Be careful and try to survive!

Level 1: Nostalgia

You entered the easiest and softest level in the backrooms; the nostalgic one. You were in your childhood neighborhood, everything felt brighter and uncanny. The stillness of the place didn't mean you were alone, not at all, you met three sweet boys from your childhood but they were adults now. They promise to help you to get out. But remember this: do not trust anyone.

Start here.

Level 6: The pools

You entered the pool level in the backrooms; a hard one. You were trapped in a liminal space of endless pools and water slides. But the danger lurks in the dark, in the chilling silence. There are two men in suit following you from afar, you have to hide. Do not run, do not make a sound and do not let them find you. Good look, you'll need it.

Start here.

Level ∞: The metro

You entered the metro level in the backrooms; the final and most dangerous one. You were trapped in a dark subway train that goes to nowhere, and the train was empty except for two threatening men chasing you like you were their prey. There's nowhere to hide, your only hope is to run away from them. Do not let them catch you, or you'll never escape the backrooms.

Start here.

Taglist:

@demonshauntingthedoves @pynkgothicka @deluluisdasolulu @yoongilovescats @captainhoook @livingformintyoongi

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[stxrvel]

i can fix them (no really, i can't) (m.list)

summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life?

pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader.

content. cursing words, angst, suffering, slow burn, eventual-really eventual fluff, mature themes such as drugs and violence. every chapter will have their own warnings at the very top.

a/n. this is the first bts related fic i've ever posted and i hope for the best!! ofc this is inspired by i can fix him by taylor swift in case you were wondering. and this story wasn't really planned (no news for me), but it's all i've been thinking and writing about all this week, so i decided to post it! the chapters list will be posted as soon as i can! love you all and thank u for the support!

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chapter list.

i. absence

ii. coincidence!

iii. injustice

iv. intrusive

v. remorse

vi. disclosure

vii. coming soon...

updates will be weekly or biweekly, depending on the progress of each chapter.

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[divinelyparkjimin]

— 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."

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