#bts office au

[minniepetals]

yellow lights

— summary: who would have thought your coworkers would mean more to you than you initially thought a year later?

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, poly!au, office!au, established relationship

— word count: 7.0k

— warnings: none

— commission for @vickyyy97

“Someone looks happy today. Who’s got you smiling like that, darling?” You look over at Seokjin who greets you the second you walk into the office today, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Was it a man?” He asks and you feel heat slowly rising upon your cheeks.

He takes note of that.

“Well actually, u-um,” you scratch the back of your head, trying to play it cool but knowing nothing can ever get past the Kim Seokjin.

“No way! You’re serious?” Someone else comes up from the other side of the room and you turn to find Jimin and Taehyung walking over, the older of the 95 liner holding a hand over his gaped mouth as if this was the most shocking news he’s ever heard in his life.

“I never knew you had a man in your life already, Y/N,” Taehyung says with an arm coming over to pull you into a headlock as he ruffles your hair.

“Tae!” You whine, pouting slightly at his antics. “I don’t have a man but there was this cute barista I saw just a few blocks away.”

“Damn! She’s now taken!” He smacks his hands over his heart in a dramatic gesture you have to push him off you a bit so the coffee in your hand doesn’t spill over.

“I’m not,” you reiterate.

“But there’s a chance, yeah?” Seokjin says as he takes your coffee cup without permission to show off the number written there. “He gave you his number.”

“That’s…” You avert your eyes, biting your lower lip.

“Ooh, look at that,” Jimin takes the cup in his hand, examining it with a playful snicker, “he drew a little heart.”

“Stop it guys, you’re embarrassing.” You try to take your coffee back, only they don’t give you a chance.

“Hey if it doesn’t work out, you can always come back into my arms to cry, yeah? I’ll always be right here to cheer you up.” Despite how playful he sounds right now, you know there’s always a high chance Taehyung means it more than anything. It doesn’t take over the fact that his constant flirting doesn’t always get you worked up, however.

“I-I don’t think I’ll be needing it but uh, thanks for the offer.”

“Well, whatever happens,” you see Seokjin take the coffee back from Jimin who’s still laughing over the little note the barista gave you, in order to hand it back to you, “as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” 

You feel a light pat on your head, a gentle gesture he tends to do when he wishes to cheer you up. 

Ah. How sweet.

You feel your heart skip a beat.

“...Thanks Jin.”

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“I never took you as a coffee person.” Yoongi, on the more quiet side, as compared to the rest of the boys, gives you a small raise in his brow when he takes note of the coffee you have on your desk for the third day in a row. “I thought you preferred tea or...other things.”

You did once speak on drink preferences though you never thought Yoongi would ever take note of them seriously because they were always just small talks that led to no direction. Yet here he is, raising a brow at the coffee you have.

“Is it the barista?” He asks and you know by now the boys probably all know your encounter with the cute barista a few blocks down the street. When you feel your cheeks heating up, you hear Yoongi let out a small chuckle. “I get it, Y/N. Feelings always start off with the infatuation you have for someone, but you have to keep in mind not to force anything you dislike for someone else. What’re you going to do when you’re unhappy just to keep someone else happy? That isn’t exactly healthy, now is it?”

“You sound like my mom always giving me life lessons,” Hoseok comes in with rolled eyes over his hyung’s words. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Even if you are, it’s not like they can’t talk things over once they get closer. Isn’t that right?” Hoseok turns to you, putting you on the spot and making you freeze up.

“W-well, yes. I suppose so.”

“Well.” Yoongi lets out a sigh. “If you aren’t going to drink the coffee, just order a black coffee and I’ll drink it for you the next time you return.”

And so it becomes a routine where you’re rushing in the morning, ordering the black coffee just to have a small conversation with the cute barista before it’s time for work and once you’re in, Yoongi takes the coffee for you, drinking it.

For a good time it goes on like this; the constant teasing from the boys, Namjoon scolding them, and Yoongi sitting back to enjoy the show with his free coffee every morning.

Though at times you feel Taehyung’s flirty comments are much more common than usual, Seokjin’s a little gentler, Jimin’s a little touchier, Jungkook’s a bit more pouty and cranky, Hoseok’s by your side more often, Yoongi more willing to engage in conversations rather than his usual responses of “mhm” and “yes” or “no,” and Namjoon being more observant.

Perhaps it’s the change in the seasons, perhaps it’s the new project the team’s working on, or perhaps they’re just looking out for you because you’re still a bit new to everything and they don’t want you getting hurt or taken advantage of.

They’re kind after all. Ever since the first day you joined the company since your move here, the boys have been nothing but kind and welcoming towards you, helping you out in areas you need to improve on, exchanging numbers, offering to hang out outside work hours, and just anything and everything for you in order to help you feel more comfortable.

It’s sweet having people looking out for you.

“Date?” One late night with just you and Jungkook left behind, you decide to relay the news to him as the two of you finally finish off for the night. “Well finally, seems like that bastard wasn’t ever going to pick up the guts to ask you out.” He sounds a bit irritated, as he usually would when the topic of the barista is brought up. “So then, where you going?”

“He said he’ll be taking me out to dinner.”

“Dinner, huh? So you’ll be dressing up all nice and pretty for him, huh?”

“Well-” You cut yourself off, looking off to the side with a hand hovered over your cheeks. “It’s..the normal thing to do, right? When..one goes on a date?”

“I guess,” he shrugs, sounding bored with his hands in his pockets.

“I haven’t done this in a while, I’m kind of nervous. Though to be honest, I don’t really enjoy one-on-one meal dates too much, especially with someone I don’t really know that well. I mean even though I find him cute and nice it’s just…hm, I don’t know. It’s just nerve-wracking I guess.”

“Really? Dinner dates aren’t your thing?” Jungkook looks over at you, a bit surprised.

“I just get too much social anxiety,” you chuckle nervously his way. “I mean, there’s always a chance my date might ditch me and I’ll end up sitting there being awkwardly stared at by other customers and the waiter will also be placed in an awkward position. Not to mention the food choices are way too many to choose from and you can never really guess what will be good and what will not. Plus I’m just an awkward person in general when it comes to one-on-one interaction over a formal occasion. What if he finds me boring?”

“He’d be a fool if he did,” he mutters under his breath.

“Huh?”

Jungkook clears his throat, speaking louder this time. “I said that’s stupid to be worrying over.”

“Oh.” You blink. “Is it?”

“I’m not saying it’s–” He pauses, takes a breath in and out before speaking again. “What I meant was, you shouldn’t worry about that because you’re not boring. Well, not to me.”

“Ha ha, that totally helped release all of my anxieties at once.”

“I’m just saying,” he purses his lips into a small pout, “I mean I get awkward with people all the time because I’m an idiot who doesn’t know how to keep a conversation going but I’ve never been uncomfortable with you. You’ve never made me feel bored and I’ve never had a thought of wanting to get out of a conversation with you so it’d be dumb if that bastard did. I’m the most awkward person on Earth. I’m sure you’ll do fine with him.”

You giggle at the way Jungkook seems to shy away after giving you a few compliments, his ears a little red, head turned off to the side but you catch sight of the slight blush on his cheeks under the night sky.

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

“Come on,” he rushes forward, opening the passenger side of the door for you in order to snap out of his embarrassment. “Get in, I’ll take you home.”

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“Uh, what? You want me to spy on Y/N?” Namjoon looks the maknaes dead in the eyes before turning his back to them, returning to the coffee maker in the break room. “No. I’m on a break, stop bothering me.”

“Oh come on hyung!” Taehyung whines as he tugs on the hem of Namjoon’s blazer.

“If you’re that desperate to see how her date goes, why don’t you go yourself?” He pauses. “Actually, that’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah exactly! Taehyung and I both know we’d do a horrible job and get noticed right away, which will put Y/N in an awkward situation, and Jungkook here has anger issues so if that barista does something wrong, he’s also bound to get noticed.”

“Listen, I know I have my problems but hearing it out loud still hurts, you know.”

“The truth hurts, maknae.” Jimin pats his head, causing him to frown even deeper. “And Yoongi hyung,” he turns back to Namjoon again, “he’s also bound to punch the dude if something goes wrong. Jin and Hoseok hyung are great candidates but they’re working that day. You’re the only one available, hyung.”

“I’m also working that day.”

“You get out early.”

“How is it that you know my schedule so well, Park Jimin?” Coffee done and set in a cup, Namjoon turns back to the three of them, letting out a heavy sigh. “Can’t you just let it go? Y/N can’t keep staying under our wings forever. She’s a grown woman capable of taking care of herself.”

“Yes, yes, but what if something goes wrong?” Jungkook says, the three of them still holding their stance.

“Seems like you want it to go wrong.” Namjoon takes a sip of his drink, staring them down.

“Whaaat? Now why would I want that? Y/N’s happiness matters most of all and if that happiness is with the barista, why would I wanna intervene?”

“You’re gritting your teeth.”

He avoids eye contact, not even wanting to deny Namjoon’s accusation as he places his hands in his pockets.

In the end, the maknaes’ persuasion skills are much more in effect as they manage to rope Namjoon into their shenanigans, so when the day comes, the man finds himself being there to be the witness to how your date with the barista goes.

And unfortunately on your end, it doesn’t go too well.

“You…have a girlfriend?” You look at the phone he has in his hand when he turns around, surprised you caught him in the act when he excused himself to pick up a call, only to leave you in that restaurant for some time so you decided to step out to check up on him and now here you are, staring at a man who holds onto a dumb expression because he got caught.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice from the other line of his phone and Woosung turns around for a second again, putting the phone back to his ear as he whispers “I’ll call you back” before turning back shamelessly around with an awkward smile.

You bite your lower lip, feeling like a fool as your shoulders keep their tense state and you take a step back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Things were rocky,” he says, “we still are–”

“That doesn’t make it right to go around and sweeten up to other girls,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear the excuses. “If you wanted another relationship, you should have broken up with your girlfriend first but instead here you are, making a fool out of me, using me as a side piece. If things went back to normal with your girlfriend, you were just going to toss me off to the side, weren’t you? Or use me as a secret affair?”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t say my name, please.” You take a few more steps back, feeling lightheaded and done. “Don’t contact me again. Delete my number, please.”

You turn to walk off, only to have your wrist pulled back.

“Hear me out-”

“I don’t want to hear anything!” You try to pull your arm back to get away from him but his grip is too tight for you to actually do much. “Let me go. You have a girlfriend.”

“I’ll break up with her,” Woosung tries to concede but you can only scoff in his face.

“Are you serious? If you can go around her back and try to get with other girls, you can do that to me too.”

“Y/N-”

“Let go,” you beg, feeling your voice crack as the tears finally begin to form upon the forceful way he holds onto you, not wanting to release his grip no matter how much you try to escape. “Please, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, I-”

Just as you feel a drop of tear about to fall from your eye, a foreign hand is placed right upon your eyes to block your vision, the sling of arm he has on you pulling you back against his chest and a voice rumbles from the depths of his throat.

“Do not ever waste your tears on spoiled milk, sweetheart, do not let him think he has power over you,” the voice says, a voice you recognize, a voice that begins to fight off the fear you had thinking you were alone and no one would help you out of this situation. Suddenly the hand isn’t so foreign anymore and you find yourself relaxing a bit into that chest of his.

“Mind letting go of that precious hand, buddy?” Namjoon says, his voice dropping an octave when he addresses your admirer. “We don’t want to make a scene here now do we? Unless you do, and in that case, I can definitely give you a show.”

When he doesn’t say a word in response, too frightened at how grave Namjoon sounds, your rescuer lets out a scoff before giving you a squeeze on the shoulder to let you know that you were to be leaving.

He turns you around, taking his hand off your eyes, but not from your shoulder, and guiding you away from the scene, knowing not to leave you alone until the two of you were finally away from the sight of Woosung.

“You alright?” Only then does Namjoon let you go and take a step back, watching to make sure you don’t look too uncomfortable.

Yet his hands being placed on you wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that you just found out the guy you thought was interested in you had a girlfriend all along, and in the shameful feeling you’re suddenly forced to face tonight, your head lowers to the ground, unable to look Namjoon in the eyes.

“Sorry you had to…see that.”

“Why are you apologizing? You have nothing to apologize for.” He hands you a tissue to which you take, wiping your tears despite it still coming down, and when it seems as if they won’t stop any time soon, Namjoon takes the initiative to take a step forward and pull you into his arms, embracing you in the way you need it.

You bury your face into his chest as he holds you, the night breeze flying past with nothing but the sound of a few cars passing by and your little sniffles, and in this very moment, all you can think is that Namjoon’s arms feel so warm, so comfortable, and so kind.

Just what you need.

Just what you needed.

“Sorry,” you croak out again, voice sounding a little more broken but Namjoon shakes his head as he holds you tighter.

“It’s alright.”

“I probably look like a fool,” you say and yet he shakes his head.

“None of this was your fault.”

“I should have known,” you pull back just slightly to wipe at your eyes, “all men, whether in Korea or elsewhere, has the audacity to be such assholes.”

“Hmm, you’re right. In one way or another, everyone’s the same.”

You look up at him, sight a little blurry. “Why’re you not defending men or saying ‘not all men’?”

“Because that’d piss you off,” you scoff, “and I know how we can be.”

“But you…” You bite onto your lower lip, staring down at his white dress shirt as tear stains and some bits of your makeup managed to fall upon them — a sight he doesn’t care to pay attention to. You now feel embarrassed for a different reason. “I probably look like a mess right now, I’m so sorry,” you cry, hating the sight of your mascara wet on your fingers.

“You’re cute,” Namjoon chuckles and you give him a little punch on the chest, wanting to hide your embarrassment and only causing him to laugh a little more.

“How’d you know to even find me? How’d you even get there in the first place? It was like you were already there.”

“Well…” When he hesitates, you look back up at him, blinking.

“Don’t tell me Jungkook set you up to this?”

“Not just him.”

The maknaes. “Of course it’s them.” You let out a sigh. “I’m kind of surprised with how protective they seem to be, they didn’t come here themselves and sent you instead.”

“They sent me because they knew if something went wrong, they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves before that barista has a couple of bruises on his face.”

You laugh a little at that sentiment. “Well aren’t they aware.”

“If I tell them you cried, I wonder what they’d do.”

“Don’t!” You quickly say, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to make sure he knows just how serious you are. “I already told them where Woosung works at so if they know what he did, who knows what they’d do.”

“Are you that worried?”

“They have absolutely no care for what other people think of them so of course I’m worried.” You quickly wipe the remaining tears left on your face. “I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt.”

“I suppose I can leave out a few details.”

“Thanks, Namjoon.” You look around the empty streets of the night, feeling a bit awkward now that things are starting to calm down. “And..thanks…for being there…..and here, right now.”

Namjoon lets out a light chuckle. “Mr. Bang told us to look out for our newbie, didn’t he?” He says, a light reminder of your company CEO’s words to them when you first joined. “Though even without him saying so, we’d still be taking care of you.”

You smile up his way, knowing that if he hadn’t been here tonight, a different outcome would have occurred and you aren’t sure how you would have been able to deal with things were it not for him.

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“Sorry you won’t be getting your usual free coffee anymore.” When you take a seat beside Yoongi the next day, something tells you he probably knows the actual full story about what happened the night before unlike the three younger ones. Namjoon probably felt it safe to tell the older ones and that you wouldn’t blame him for it.

He’s right.

Before the man can reply, Jimin’s sliding his chair on over with a comment of his own. “Who cares? Hyung can get his own coffee and there’s always plenty of fishes in the sea.”

“He’s right, I’m a fish,” Taehyung says with a smirk sent your way. “I’m a great fish.”

You laugh a little at that. “It’s alright guys. He was cute but I forgot that pretty faces don't always mean pretty hearts.”

“I’m literally right in front of you but go off.” Taehyung sits himself on Jimin’s lap with a roll of his eyes, causing you to giggle.

“I knew he was a red flag,” Jungkook joins in with his arms leaning over your desk. “Everything about the dude screamed red flag.”

“You never even met him.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t tell,” he argues. “If you ask me, even Taehyung’s a better candidate.”

“See, what’d I tell you?” The older one is quick to agree as his eyes light up. “Why don’t you give me a chance, sweetheart? I’d never break your heart.”

“That’s a lie,” you laugh.

He pouts. “Why would you say that? You don’t trust me?”

“I’m just saying it’s inevitable to break someone’s heart whether you mean to or not. That’s just what happens when you’re in a relationship right? Not everything is smooth sailing.”

“Well, you can break my heart anytime.”

“Alright, alright, stop bothering me and get back to your stations already.” When Yoongi finally speaks up among the conversation you seemed to attract without meaning to, the three boys are quick to obey their hyung’s words, sitting up and scattering to their destination after a quick wave of goodbye your way.

You yourself were just about to return to your own station when Yoongi stops you mid-way.

“By the way,” he starts, allowing you to look back at him, “Stop apologizing, you’ll wear yourself out.”

It’s blunt the way he says it but you know that Yoongi always means well so it makes your insides warm hearing him giving you kind words in return to what you initially came to him for.

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“So, what do you think about this?”

Hoseok takes a glance at your computer screen before looking back at you, whose eyes seem to look slightly dreary despite the excitement settled in them. 

“I think you need to take a break,” he says and you’re quick to frown.

“Come on, Hoseok, just look it over for a second, yeah? I promise I’ll stop bothering after.”

“You said that last time.”

“I really promise this time!” 

“No, you’re lying,” he says with a poke at your forehead, forcing your head to get pushed back away from him. “You’ve been working too hard these days you might actually collapse soon and what kind of sunbae would I be if I didn’t look out for my hoobae’s health?”

“But I’m fine-”

He knows all too well the sudden shift in focus you’ve had on work ever since the failed date with the barista down the street, a sort of focus that forces you to work much too hard and way too much than needed.

“Come on, it’s almost midnight.”

“And?”

You’ve even forgotten what tomorrow implies. 

He takes ahold of your chair, rolling it away from your computer so he can make sure everything’s saved before shutting it off, causing you to groan in response, yet when he goes on to get your jacket, you’re reluctantly obedient. 

“Have you forgotten what today is?” He asks and you look at your phone.

“The twenty-second of January. Why?”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“The twenty-third.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?” Wide eyes, innocent and curious, totally oblivious as you allow him to help you put your arms through the sleeves of your jacket. 

Hoseok looks out the window and you follow his eyes, wondering why the night sky has caught his attention, but when there’s nothing there and he says nothing in reply to your question, you go on to gather your things just as he checks his watch.

“Are you free right now?” He asks, not looking up from his watch.

“I have a few minutes to spare.”

“Just a few?”

You chuckle. “I’m free, Hoseok.”

“Great.” He takes a step from where you are gathering your things, sliding up from behind and leans right into your ear. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

It’s so soft and quiet against your ear but you know you haven’t misheard a thing just as the phone on the desk lights up and you see that it’s 12:00 am, the twenty-third of January; your 26th birthday.

“Come on then,” he takes your bag before you can protest, walking off to have you chasing him right behind, “we’ve got plans.”

“Plans?” You blink, hurrying to keep up. “Wait, what do you mean ‘we’?”

Yet you receive no answer as he takes you in his car and drives off with a grin on his face, leaving you wondering with anticipation for what’s to happen.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you arrive at some sort of park you don’t think you’ve ever visited before.

“Why are we here?” You ask and yet all you receive is Hoseok’s hand asking you to just trust him and follow along. You take his hand and he leads you toward the inner part of the park until you’re standing right before a fountain. “How pretty,” you say, wondering why you never took the chance to ever come to such a place before. “Hoseok, you–”

When you turn around to address the man who brought you here in the first place, there’s no one in sight.

“Hoseok?” You call for him, confused as you begin to look around.

Just then, lights begin to appear.

Pretty little fairy lights decorated along the lampposts and hedges of the part. Bright white and golden all around, leaving you to only stare in awe at the sudden burst of lights gleaming all around while you stand in the center of it all, heart picking up its pace at just how pretty everything looks.

All for you.

No one’s ever done something as grand as this for you, not even your closest friend,s and yet here you are, cherished by people whom you’ve known for only a year or so.

“Do you like it?”

You turn at the familiar voice to see Hoseok with a grin, and just behind him stands the rest of the guys who share the same sentiment.

“Like it?” Words can’t even begin to describe. “I..”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you crying?!” Seokjin’s the first to rush up to you when he sees your hands raising up to your face, taking them in his and blowing his warm breath onto them to warm it up as Yoongi presses both his gloved hands upon your cheeks. “Don’t cry now, this was supposed to make you happy.”

“I am happy,” you say as a few tears slip. “I’m really happy.”

“Are you sure because crying usually means—”

“I promise,” you cut Yoongi off when you see the serious frown he has on his face, a sign of worry as he frets over your tears. “I promise I’m happy.”

“You have such an odd way of proving you’re happy,” he grumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a laugh.

“We have cake but I don’t think you’d be able to blow out the candles in this windy environment.”

January is still Winter after all.

“That’s alright,” you say to Jimin, “we can just pretend the fire’s on.”

And so he goes on to get the cake with Taehyung in toll, and in the middle of the pretty park they’ve taken the time to show you, a soft birthday song rings in the air, and when that’s over, you intertwine your fingers together for a wish before blowing out the imaginary fire on the candles.

January is a bit cold, a little worse when the moon has risen high in the sky, but tonight you feel anything but the coldness, not when these seven boys have taken the time to dedicate themselves to making sure you’re having a good time.

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“You know if you keep staring at me, you might burn a hole in my face.”

“Hm? What are you talking about?” Hoseok starts, his chin still propped upon his hand, eyes shamelessly staring without a hint of movement anytime soon. You let out a little chuckle, flustered, and hit him lightly on the chest. “What? Do I make you flustered?”

“You’re almost as bad as Taehyung sometimes.”

“What’s wrong with a little flirting?”

“I’m going to take it the wrong way one day,” you tell him as you get up from your seat to head on over to the printer where a few papers await their turn. “I know you’re all joking though but sometimes, well, admittedly,” you hide your face behind your hair, staring straight at the printing machine to finish its job, “my heart does skip a beat...or two.”

“Really?” He says it so nonchalantly you think your reaction is the least bit of his concern. “Hm, then it’s working,” until he says those words.

“Huh?” You look up, flustered, with blinking eyes. “What do you mean it’s…working?”

Hoseok sends you a smirk just as Taehyung slides up along his side, arm draping over the older man’s shoulder with a mirrored smirk.

“Oh I think you know what that means, darling,” the younger one states, his brows wiggling playfully.

You take the collection of papers that have been printed out for you and huddle them close to your chest, not fully comprehending them only because you wouldn’t want to create a misunderstanding and interpret things wrong when it’s actually meant to have a different meaning.

“I..I-I..”

Before you can finish your stuttering, however, a roll of paper comes along to smack both Hoseok and Taehyung on the head.

“Stop flirting during work hours, you know better than that,” Namjoon warns with a firm expression.

“But you know our girl will never get it if we don’t get to the point,” Hoseok argues.

“The point?” You blink.

“Then get to the point.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, looking exasperated by the antics of the group as he joins the crowd with Jungkook, just as Jimin and Seokjin walk through the doors.

It’s clear the seven of them all know exactly what’s going on while you remain standing there in confusion, left to try to interpret things under your own limited understanding unless they decide they want to come out and just say whatever it is they’re holding out on.

“See, look at her. She’s confused.” Yoongi points out, his head beckoning your way to make them look at you.

You freeze under their stares, not…uncomfortable but more so…shy.

“She’s not confused, she knows exactly what’s happening,” Seokjin speaks up, a slight grin resting on his lips as he walks a few steps forward to take your papers for you. They were meant for him in the first place. “She’s just afraid it might turn out to be false,” he says, purposely staring you down with that glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Now we don’t want any miscommunications around here, do we?” Jimin sneaks up behind you, hands pressed upon your shoulders. “So why don’t you tell our little one exactly what you mean, hyung?” He’s baiting Hoseok, that slyness in his tone not being able to escape your ears especially when he’s so close to you.

As for the older one, he simply remains calm, instead glancing at the maknae. “Didn’t you want to do the honors? You’ve been waiting for the perfect moment, right?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turn red, his face turning to the side in an instant once the attention is brought down to him instead, and while Jimin snickers, Taehyung holds his laugh, Seokjin hides a grin behind his hand, and Namjoon’s expression turns fond, you find the gentleman who became the first friend you made ever since moving to Korea and working alongside him as a new employee to be quite cute.

He’s always been cute from the very beginning.

You’re the closest in age after all, so with him feeling more comfortable to approach you and make you feel comfortable, you found his company to be a delight you enjoyed looking forward to each day you came to work.

And now here he is, almost a year later, flustered like a teenage boy trying to hand his crush a love letter.

And the boys are eating it up.

“Jungkook?” So you call out to him, knowing he may need a little bit of encouragement to tell you the thing he needs to say, all the while preparing your heart just in case the answer you’re seeking turns out to be wrong and you were just misinterpreting things. “It’s alright, take your time.”

“That’s right, maknae, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

You lightly hit Taehyung on the chest. “You’re not helping the boy.”

He laughs in response. “You already know what he’s trying to say so why not save him the embarrassment?”

“Do I?”

“Oh, would you look at that?” Namjoon raises a brow, impressed. “Someone’s feeling cocky.”

“Huh, no I didn’t mean that!” You’re quick to say, hands rushing to wave it off as you become flustered again. “J-Jungkook I didn’t-” You turn to him, stumbling out your words. “Well, I mean, I think I..I-I don’t exactly..-But if it’s what I think it is..-But if it isn’t, uh-”

“Oh god, they’re hopeless,” Jimin laughs aloud before simply squeezing your shoulders as he leans in. “Why don’t we stop the act and just become ours, hm? I think you know we all feel the same way at this point.”

“Hyung what the hell?!” Jungkook suddenly shouts with his mouth held agape, offended his moment was stolen from him.

“You were taking too long!”

“That doesn’t mean you can take the spotlight!”

In the midst of their little dispute, all you can hear is Jimin’s short yet meaningful confession in your ears, one that seems to make your heart race more than any man has ever made it beat before and you stand there right in the center, eyes unblinking, feeling as if the world is slowing down as you hear each beat your heart drums aloud for you.

“So what do you say?!” Taehyung jumps in, leaving Hoseok’s side to drape his arm around you instead.

“You’re both so annoying!” Jungkook yells, his brows furrowed deeply as his lips jut into a pout.

With cheeks heated and heart set aflame, you take the pouty man’s hand and look him straight in the eyes, taking a moment to calm him down so that the whole room can fall silent, before you turn to look at them all, hands trembling a bit when you say;

“Mmn, I’ll…I can…..yeah.”

Their faces brighten in an instant, and in that moment you realize despite how brave and nonchalant they all may seem to appear on the outside, perhaps deep within their hearts, they were just as nervous and frightened of what your answer may be.

And for that you say the words that Jungkook had been meaning to say but was robbed of the opportunity.

“I like you. I like you so…so much.”

.

.

.

Two years later

“Mr. Bang approved the proposal and he told me he’d be able to connect me with some people and-” you let out a scream of delight as you jump around before Seokjin, taking his hands along with you for him to see just how excited you are right now. “I’m ranking up Jin! I’m ranking up! And soon the company’s going to skyrocket and my efforts will be rewarded! It is rewarded! It’s being rewarded!”

Despite the onlookers of passersby taking quick glances at the two of you as you jump for joy, Seokjin simply smiles fondly at the pretty girl before him, looking her happiest and knowing he’d never want to rain on her parade and cast that look aside.

“Look at that, my little rockstar all grown up,” he says with a smile so gentle and fond of you you think you might fall in love with him all over again.

“Are you proud?” You ask and he chuckles as if the answer was that obvious and did not warrant a question.

“So proud,” he reaffirms your thoughts with hands cupping your cheeks and bringing his nose to playfully graze it with yours before he proudly lands a short yet sweet kiss on your lips.

“Jin, don’t do that in public,” you back away just a little, now noticing the people who’re just trying to walk the street.

Yet Seokjin laughs at you. “I thought you enjoyed public displays of affection.”

“I never said that,” you say as you take his hand and begin to walk off towards the apartment building the eight of you reside in, “that’s Taehyung and Hoseok. And Yoongi doesn’t care about anything so whether it’s embarrassing or not, he’ll do it if he’s in the mood — which can get a little frustrating.”

“Does it?”

“It does. Though now that I think about it, I think all of you except Namjoon and I care about modesty when it comes to displaying affections publicly.”

Seokjin raises a brow. “Jungkook too?”

“He enjoys seeing my reactions!” You say with a huff. “But then when I get him flustered, he goes on a whole rant as if he doesn’t do it frequently to me. Couldn’t you talk to him for me? He’d listen to you.”

“You think he’d listen to me?”

“You’re right, never mind, he never listens to you.”

“I listen well,” just as the elevator doors pop open, someone approaches the two of you from behind, their head propping in between your two bodies, “there’s just a time and place for everything.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes at Jungkook’s response as the three of you walk into the elevator. “It’d be good if you can listen to your elders, Jungkook.”

“Come on now, don’t start giving me life lessons again. It’s just that sometimes tuning some people out is the best thing to do.”

“Excuse me?” You hide your laugh behind a hand at Seokjin’s offended expression but he catches you quickly. “And what’re you doing teaming up with him? You were against him just a few seconds ago,” he says, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you in as you let out a yelp at his tickles.

“You can’t win against our maknae bond, hyung,” Jungkook snickers as he takes your other side, wrapping his arm around you as well.

“Stop, you’re going to suffocate me.”

Just then, the ding to the elevator is heard and you take their moment of distraction to escape their clutches, quick to rush out the doors and run for your apartment door.

When the door opens after unlocking the code, you run right in towards the first person you see, shoes and all.

“Yoongi catch!”

He looks like he’s just gotten up from a nap and yet when he sees you running towards him at full speed, he doesn’t think twice before his arms are instinctively holding you up when you jump onto him successfully.

“What’re you doing back early?” He yawns when another voice chimes in.

“Yeah, you’re not supposed to be back until an hour later,” Namjoon says.

You narrow your eyes. “Not happy at my early arrival?”

“I was trying to surprise you with a cake,” Taehyung yells from the kitchen, to which you turn to see both him and Jimin busy with frostings and cake batter.

“Tae? Baking?” You get down from Yoongi’s stronghold to walk towards them as Hoseok comes around to take your coat.

Taehyung pouts. “Are you doubting my skills? Why don’t you doubt Jimin?”

“Because we all know I’m a great baker.”

“Y/N, shoes.” Seokjin warns from where he stands, pointed eyes your way, stopping you just before you step into the kitchen.

Hoseok helps you out of them so you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods as he walks over to the shoe rack.

“What’s the cake for?” You step into kitchen territory once approved, peeking over Jimin’s side as he focuses on decorating the cake and seeing the words ‘congratulations’ on it. “Wha..but I didn’t even tell you what the results were.”

“Do we even have to hear it?” Jimin chuckles, stopping midway to give you a kiss on the head.

“You were that confident I’d do well?” Your lower lip juts out, feeling touched by their actions.

“Oh baby, we knew,” Taehyung says, kissing you on the cheek.

“Why is it that you guys spoil me so much? You’re going to overwhelm me.”

“Because you’re our girl, why else?”

Such a calm answer, so straightforward and simple as if that was obvious from the very beginning. They’ve always been like this; considerate and sweet, and when Taehyung pokes your nose and leaves frosting there and you chase him after to exact revenge, when Namjoon scolds the two of you in a calm voice and Jimin shouts at the both of you to not make a mess, Jungkook laughing in the corner, wanting to join in but Seokjin pulling him back, all the while Hoseok and Yoongi simply stands back observing it all, the happiness that bloomed from the very moment you met the seven of them and how they’ve managed to continue allowing you to live in these sweet moments, you know that you will never care for anything else as long as they remain by your side until the very end.

Nothing else in this world matters more than their love and support.

[run2yoongi]

after hours | myg x reader

for whatever reason, your boss liked to work you to the bone. your countless hours of overtime and extra work never seemed to tide him over, he always expected more. after a year, your patience was wearing thin, so you finally decide to ask him what it is exactly he wants.

↳ pairing: boss!yoongi x reader

↳ setting: office worker au, kinda angsty, smut

↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, bondage, unethical power dynamics/abuse of power, degradation, unprotected sex (dont do it bbyz), hurt and comfort, dacryphilia, mean dom!yoongi, teasing, spanking, creampie, no aftercare, female prefixes for reader (miss).

↳ side note: word count is 3.3k!

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"goodnight!" your coworker called out over his shoulder, waving at you as he rounded the corner and left you alone in your cold, clinical office. you hadn't even bothered to look away from your screen, just humming in response. you were tired. exhausted, if you were being honest with yourself.

you couldn't afford to be honest with yourself though, you didn't have the time. your boss, min yoongi, had asked you to send another updated report to him due in twenty minutes. you were scrounging through emails, looking to find a reference number that you knew your coworker probably hadn't even thought to send to you. it was getting impossible.

you glanced over to the corner of your desktop screen to check if you'd missed yet another dinner with the guy you'd been seeing on and off again for the last year.

7:12pm

not only were you meant to meet him at 7, but you were meant to finish work at 4. before you could even let out a frustrated sigh and search for your phone to apologise, you felt the weight of a hand rest on the back of your chair, tilting you backward, making you lose your balance.

your panicked eyes flew up to the perpetrator, coloured with a mix of anger and confusion. "do i need to enroll you in training for how to sit in a chair now?" yoongi spoke, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips. if only he wasn't your boss, you'd think about slapping him.

you gathered yourself and swiftly sat upright, twirling the chair around slightly to break his grip. it had been over a year yet, you were still stunned by how beautiful your boss is. his dark hair was swept softly behind his ears, allowing the harsh office lighting to highlight the peaks of face, his nose and cheekbones. you'd accepted the job offer the second he'd extended it. how could you refuse a face like that?

you remembered how soft his lips looked when he'd smiled at you for the first time, right when you came in for your interview. if you'd known then that you'd be working 11 hour days, maybe you'd have realised that he was likely smiling because you'd fallen right into his trap.

"how's the report coming along?" he asked as his smirk faded into a stern line. you sighed, glancing back at your monitor. "i'm just looking for one last item, and i'll be done." you explained, attempting to keep the fatigue out of your tone to no avail.

"you're still new, but you should be working on your efficiency, y/n." he sighed, shifting his weight to lean on your desk. you swallowed the anger growing in your throat, nodding in response. "yes, sir." you bit the inside of your cheek, lost for words at his condescension. silence filled the room, and the tension in your stomach was growing unbearable.

what the fuck did he want from you?

none of your other coworkers had to submit daily reports, and you were the only one expected to bring everyone coffee in the morning, the only one expected to set up meeting rooms for yoongi without being asked, the only one who did almost four hours of over time every day.

"d-did everyone have to do all this when they started here?" you asked, gulping as you suppressed the anxiety that rose from questioning your boss. he raised an eyebrow at you, crossed his arms across his chest, and sighed, not breaking his scolding gaze. "what do you mean?"

"oh, i- uh." you stuttered, heat spreading across your face. "the reports, and the..." you trailed off, eyes darting across the empty office. "the overtime." you finished quietly.

yoongi stared at you, examining the pink flush growing across your cheeks and ears. his eyes flashed with amusement as you squirmed under his gaze, desperate for him to break the silence and answer the question. "i- i don't mind, it's just..." you stuttered, unable to look anywhere besides the floor beneath you.

"...you just?" he asked, voice dripping with levity.

"i mean, tonight, for example," you swallowed, struggling to find your words. "i had plans that i had to miss because of all the extra work." you heard him let out a short exhale, a silent laugh at your desperate plea. "extra work? you think you're working harder than your coworkers?" he mused. your eyes flew up to meet his teasing grin, shocked at his misinterpretation of your words. "that's not what i meant-" you began to explain, shifting in your seat.

"is there somewhere you'd rather be, miss y/n?" he asked smugly grinning at your panicked state. you hesitated, because yes, of course, there was somewhere you'd rather be. he stretched his hand out on your desk, sliding his pointer across it before checking for dust. "how about you finish the report, and then we can talk." he added, standing up from his position on your desk before straightening his blazer jacket and nodding his farewell at you.

-

after yoongi's brief intervention, you'd finished even later than you anticipated. the printer jamming didn't help either, you'd only managed to place your report on your boss's desk before 8pm. it was already dark out and you were contemplating calling an uber instead of catching the bus when yoongi interrupted your train of thought. "before you go," he spoke, gesturing to the seat in front of you at his desk. without a word, you took a seat, placing your hands in your lap.

"tell me about how you're being overworked." he invited, leaning back in his chair. your eyes flickered to the small of his waist, and you noted that he'd taken his jacket off, now tossed on the couch against the wall. you eyed his collar, the loosened tie, the top button undone. you'd never seen him disheveled like this.

"well?" he asked, noticing exactly where your eyes were going.

"i- i mean, i'm the only one here so far after hours." you spoke, stumbling over your words as you snapped out of your sinful thoughts. "and doing the team reports, i- i don't..."

a smile spread across his features as he slowly stood up from his chair and sauntered over to you, seating himself on his desk, his thighs only inches away from your knees. "i'm here too, you know." he spoke almost in a whisper, drawing you in. "you know the saying about diamonds being forged under pressure?" he added, not expecting an answer.

you shook your head, frustration building up and spreading across your body. "i guess i just don't know what you expect of me, sir." you sighed, unable to prevent the anger you felt slipping into your speech.

yoongi tutted, crossing his legs in front of you. "only the best from you," he laughed quietly. "you want to know how to please me, y/n?" he asked, fingers tracing down the length of his tie as his facade of professionalism seemed to vanish. you nodded, ignoring the icy sensation of butterflies in your stomach. he leaned over, lowering his face until it was just above yours. "be better." he spoke.

your eyes started burning and tears formed at their corners almost instantly. the sinking feeling in your stomach was almost painful as your chin quivered at the insult. you couldn't look at him. you had been working hellish hours, day in and day out at his request and this is how he regarded you. your view of the floor began to blur as a tear fell down your cheek and onto your thigh.

you flinched and closed your eyes as yoongi extended his arm to you and cupped your face, the pad of his thumb smearing a tear across your cheek. his touch was cold, providing relief for you in your heated state. you couldn't help but lean into his hand, despite your anger. "so pretty," he said under his breath as it hitched. you opened your eyes and looked up at him, confused. through your blurred vision, you saw him swallow.

"fuck," he breathed, staring into your eyes as his hand went from your face to his mouth. you wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to save yourself from the humiliation of crying in front of your boss. "stand up." he demanded, face deadly serious while you stared at him, bewildered. after you sat there, still, his hand reached out to pull you from the chair. you felt how hard and fast your heart was beating, how the confusion slowed your brain down, heat stirring deep inside you.

"you're such an obedient worker," he spoke, still looking down over you as he leaned on his desk. "always do whatever i say,". silence filled the room again as your heart hammered in your chest. you hated him for doing this to you and you were embarrassed, but his hot-and-cold tone made it impossible for you to leave. his words made you feel something, a mixture of humiliation and heat. you wanted his approval, his validation and you wanted him. you wanted it so bad you ached.

"that's why i keep you around, y/n." he finally spoke.

you gulped, the frustration and confusion mixing to form a mess of arousal and eagerness to please your boss. "y-you keep me back because i do what you want?" you ask, trying to keep what was left of your professional composure, although yoongi's had clocked out a long time ago.

he nodded slowly, breathing you in as you stood before him. "bend over." he instructed, finally standing. "that's what i want." he added, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. you contemplated it, mulling it over in your mind. yoongi wasn't going to make you do it, he was waiting to see how far you'd go.

"you'll let me go home at a reasonable hour?" you asked, it slowly dawning on you what exactly you were negotiating over. yoongi hummed and walked behind you, pulling the chair away from the desk. "i don't think you'll want to, but we'll see.". the thought sent a wave of electricity through you.

you didn't know what to expect from yoongi. of course, you'd thought about fucking him, but in your fantasies you were made to share a bed at some work trip, it had been romantic and critically, hadn't started with you crying. nevertheless, you stepped forward towards the desk and placed your hands on the cool wooden surface.

you felt his hand press against the expanse of your thigh, rubbing it over in soothing motions before he retracted it and landed a cruel, hard slap against the tender spot. you groaned at the lingering sting on your skin, knees buckling beneath you as your jaw clenched. "what you really lack," he spanked your thigh again, harder and higher up your legs. "is discipline."

he placed a hand on your back, pushing you further down and bringing your face flush against the desk. you felt your skirt hitch up and rest against your hips, revealing your plain black underwear. you certainly hadn't expected anyone to be seeing your ass today, otherwise, you might have worn something a litter lacier. yoongi didn't seem to mind as he groped the flesh of your ass before landing another slap, this time on your behind, earning a strangled moan.

"this is what you're good for," he growled as he brought your hands behind your back. you heard the rustling of fabric before feeling him place his tie around your wrists, wrapping it tightly around them before pulling it into a knot with a swift yank. he spanked you again before stepping back to take in the sight with an approving smile.

"so tell me where you'd rather be, y/n." he mused, rubbing the reddening hand marks on your skin. "getting fucked by some fucking low-life who can't even pick you up from work? was that one of the plans you've had to miss because of your mean boss?" his fingers drifted over your aching core and you shifted your hips, desperate for relief from the stinging his ruthless slaps had caused. he responded by applying more pressure as he stroked you over your folds.

"so fucking desperate," he chided, pressing your underwear into your soaked core. "you should hear the way your coworkers speak about you. such a pretty thing, such a tight ass." he was mimicking someone, you couldn't tell who.

you let out a hum, unable to answer as the reality of the situation was still forming in your mind. you just wanted him, you didn't care anymore. you wriggled your hips, backing them into his palm. his free hand slipped onto your hip, pulling your underwear down until they were at your knees. from the corner of your eye, you saw him bend down onto his knees as both of his hands regained their grip on your ass. "please," you whined, pleading for his taunting to be over.

his tongue was hot and wet, licking long stripes and pushing past your folds. the foreign feeling sent you reeling, and you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt your face heat up against his desk. he stood up and leaned over you, his face behind your ear as his fingers found their way to your clit. "obedient little slut," he hissed, his venomous words shooting straight to your core. "you come into my office every day after hours wearing your tight skirts and heels,"

he rubbed your clit in fast, tiny circles making you moan whenever his index finger passed over it with a little too much pressure. "and you wonder why i always keep you back?" he laughed incredulously, you could hear the disbelief in his voice. he stood back up, removing his hand from your soaked pussy. you heard him fiddle with his zipper before pulling his cock out of his slacks. you wished you could see it, you just knew it would be as pretty as he was. he pumped it slowly, looking over you as you squirmed in your powerless position. "can't fucking take it anymore," he sounded desperate. you wondered how long he'd been thinking about this, planning this.

you weren't prepared when you felt his cock press against you, its smooth length coating itself in your arousal. he groaned as he rubbed himself against you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him. "tell me to stop," he said, almost begging. you knew how bad this would be for him, for you, for the company, but you couldn't. you needed him.

"i want you," you replied in your softest of voices. "please, sajangnim"

you felt him line himself up behind you before slowly entering you, filling your core as you fluttered around him. you let out an unrestrained moan in tandem, finally feeling a ripple of pleasure wash over you. he didn't ease you into it before pumping himself into you, using a firm grip on your hair as leverage for his merciless thrusts. "fuck," he exclaimed, throwing his head back as he fucked you over the desk, papers and pens falling to the floor. "you're my slut," he panted.

you nodded against the desk, his unrelenting strokes invoking waves of ecstasy every time his cock filled you up. "yours," you agreed mindlessly. "only yours."

he slapped your ass, the pain adding to the spreading pleasure taking over your body. "you'll fuck when i want you to fuck," he spoke through his grunting. "say you'll suck my dick whenever i ask."

you could barely register his words through your moans and the deafening pleasure. "yes, sir, whatever you want." despite your concession, he slapped the side of your thigh. he fucked you, unrelenting and unforgiving like he'd been deprived for years.

he used your tied wrists to pull you flat against his chest as his other hand snaked around your front, rubbing between your folds and stroking your clit as you moaned at the overstimulation. "greedy slut." he spat, sharply impaling you with a powerful thrust that hurt. you felt the tie come loose from your wrists.

you whined, needing him to be satisfied and continue pleasing you like he had been. he pulled out of you, forcefully turning you around and pushing your ass into his desk. for the first time, you saw his crazed expression, lips wet, coated with spit and your essence. his pupils were blown out and his expression was serious, almost furious. if you weren't so turned on, you'd almost be scared.

as he pushed you further onto the desk, you used your palms to keep your balance as he carelessly brought one of your legs up and around his waist. for a brief moment, you eyed his cock- thick and hard. pretty, like you'd expected.

you couldn't look for long before he slotted himself between your legs and entered you again, his eyes trained on your chest as your tits bounced in response to his thrusts. his lips were parted as he fucked into you, cockily driving into you like he knew how good it felt.

moans passed your lips before you could register them, your orgasm building even quicker now that you could actually see what he was doing to you. "lie down." he grunted, pushing you down before you could respond. he lifted your other leg and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, the tip of his cock pumping your hilt, drawing a pained groan from your throat.

this position was almost too much for you to handle, allowing yoongi to reach deeper inside of you than he had before. or really, deeper than anyone had before. your palms tapped against his arm in desperation as you gasped, ready to reach your orgasm. "please, i'm going to-" you began. he slapped your thigh, cutting you off and breaking your train of thought. he continued rolling his hips into you at a tireless pace, desperate to reach his own end. "such a slut for me, cumming on my cock already?"

you hummed, nodding eagerly at his words. one of your legs fell as he released his hold, his hand finding its way to your pussy to rub soft circles over your clit. you were almost sobbing, the pleasure ripping through you pitilessly. you arched your back as his cock slid in and out of you while the first wave of your orgasm began to crash, wetness spreading down your legs and onto the desk. "yoongi!" you exclaimed as he fucked you through the peak your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his toned arms. your vision began to whiten as you came, unable to think of anything besides how incredible and intoxicating he felt inside you.

the fluttering of your walls and increasing tightness around his cock became too much, and yoongi lowered his gaze to where the two of you met. a thick ring of white had formed at the base of his cock, and it sent him over the edge. he dug his fingernails into the flesh of your thigh as he released a whiny grunt at the realisation. you felt him pulsate inside you, his thrusts becoming unrestrained and rigid as his eyes crammed shut. his grunts became moans as you felt him release inside you, your name falling from his lips in breathy pleas. his thrusts finally slowed as his tip became too sensitive to continue.

he unsheathed himself and tucked his wet cock back into his pants, you could still make out the hard, thick shape underneath. silence filled the room as you began to move, closing your legs and hopping off the desk. yoongi raised an eyebrow and bent down to pull your underwear back up against your pussy. "don't waste a fucking drop." he whispered before winking at you. you straightened out your skirt as you processed his words.

he'd finished inside you.

he rubbed your clothed cunt before standing back up and fixing your collar, as if he was getting ready to send you back off to work. though, you had a feeling he wasn’t done yet. "i'll drop you home." he spoke, turning on his heel to grab his jacket from the couch.

like he hadn't just completely changed everything for you.

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 20

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 3.1k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: *sprinkles some more fluff*

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, November 14 (series masterpost here)

Yoongi raises a brow. 

It’s roughly been around an hour past nine, too early of a time for his own sake. Yet, he's here sitting in the office, working on his statistics like every other office worker in his department. 

Scratch that. Every office worker except you. 

You emerge bright and early, two cups of warm brewed coffee in your hands. You place one on his desk, greeting him with a friendly good morning and turning to your desk. Booting your desktop up, your attention immediately gravitates towards your phone.

A small smile curls on the corner of your lips, before you’re resuming back to looking at your monitor, eyes sweeping over the sheer load of emails that have piled up. 

And yet, you haphazardly run through them, a smile still lingering on your lips. 

It’s freaking the hell out of him. 

“Y/N,” He calls, your rounded irises revolving over to him, “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, of course.” You narrow your eyes, “Is everything okay with you, Yoongi?” 

“Sure.” He mutters, features still contorted. You nod, rotating around to view your monitor and clicking on an email to answer it. 

Yoongi watches you carefully, noticing you replying to all of them how you usually would – with sharpened eyes and fingertips frantically typing. It brings him some ease, but he can’t quite place his finger on what has changed. 

It doesn’t take long for him to get answers. 

There’s a man that appears in the far corner, line of vision concentrated on Soyou and the file she hands him. He attentively listens, humming alongside her words and then he turns, appearing to head back to his office. 

His eyes linger. 

He looks like he’s trying to be subtle, but he isn’t actually – Yoongi notes. They flicker everywhere before landing onto your working form, a sheepish grin tugging on his lips. 

The CEO takes a couple of strides over. 

“Hi,” He quietly enunciates, standing in front of your cubicle and sounding breathless. Your gaze immediately snaps outwards, eyes brightening. 

“CEO Kim.” You formally address, abandoning your emails instantly. 

“Been busy today?” He softly inquires. 

“Yeah, there’s just so much to do.” 

“Ah, I see.” He grimaces, smiling at you all too tenderly. 

Yoongi breaks the silence, feeling like suffocating himself. 

“Are you two together?” 

You spin around, mouth falling agape. Jin’s eyes enlarge twice the size. 

Yoongi stares back at the two painfully oblivious people before him.

“H-How did you know?” You can only manage to sputter out, and he looks unamused. 

“Really? Have you seen yourselves?” He quirks up a smile, “Don’t forget I’m married, Y/N.” 

You roll your eyes and Jin sighs, “We need to get better at this.” 

“I know.” You scratch the back of your neck, “It’s just really hard not seeing each other.” 

“Tell me about it.” Jin remarks, “I should get back to work.” 

You nod and he swivels, intent on heading back to his office. But then a call of your name has you glancing in his direction. 

Jin places a hand on his lips, gesturing it towards you before leaving. 

Face flushing, you awkwardly clear your throat, pretending like you hadn’t just witnessed him throw a flying kiss in your direction. 

Jungkook nearly chokes on his noodles. 

“You’re in a relationship?” Recognition floods him, an accusatory finger being pointed towards Jin, “With him?!” 

Jin raises an annoyed brow and you nod, munching down on your food. 

“How on earth–” 

“Congrats, Y/N!” Hoseok exclaims, turning to Jungkook and wrapping an arm around him. “Trust me, this has been in the making for a long time.” 

“Welcome to the party, kid.” Yoongi snorts, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Wow…” Jungkook mutters, “It just seems like yesterday you were complaining about him.” 

“Or running after him for his training.” Yoongi adds on. 

“Yah! Don’t you all have something nice to say about me?!” Jin protests, to which Jungkook rolls his eyes and a corner of Yoongi’s mouth lifts. 

“We’d just ask you to keep this to yourselves.” You add on, and Jin hums. Although you were more than happy to be together, you weren’t keen on advertising the status of your relationship within the workplace, coming to the agreement that you had separate work lives to attend to. 

“Of course.” Hoseok confirms. 

Yoongi speaks up, “Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone.” 

“Thank you.” You retort as the door to the break room opens, with Taehyung and Jimin emerging. 

In an instant, the former’s vision lands right upon your intertwined hands. 

“You’re together?!” He loudly boasts and Hoseok hushes him down, ushering the two of them to join quietly. 

“Oh my gosh, this is great!” He whispers, making eye contact with Jin, “Our plan worked!” 

Jin sheepishly chuckles, but you frown. 

“Plan?” 

“Uh….” He throws a side-eye in Yoongi and Hoseok’s direction – much to yours, Jungkook and Jimin’s confusion. “How do I explain this?” 

“We kind of knew…” Hoseok begins with a light chuckle, “About Jin’s feelings, so we tried to help him out.” 

You take in their words with complete bafflement. “All of you knew?” 

“I didn’t know!” Jungkook pipes up, but you ignore him. 

“Wait, that means Taehyung knew, Hoseok knew–” You stop counting on your fingers, eyes landing on the cat-like man that’s smirking at you. 

“Bingo.” Yoongi chimes, watching you let out a huff. 

“Even Yoongi knew?” You let out in exasperation, watching him chuckle. Glancing at Jin in puzzlement, he simply shrugs. 

“He’s surprisingly good at giving relationship advice.” 

“Aw, hyung.” Taehyung pouts in his direction and Yoongi grimaces at the reaction. 

However in the midst of their conversation, your mind is still buzzing and churning, bringing you back to all the antics that were occurring before the two of you got together.

The memories flash by one by one again – Jin approaching you abruptly, Taehyung pitching in and declaring everything he was wearing, Hoseok and Yoongi chiding you, making you utterly puzzled at their words. 

Amongst all of this, Jin’s odd behaviour stands out most to you. 

“Wait a minute, were you trying to impress me?” 

You eye him and he visibly pales, but Taehyung beats him to it. 

“He was! That’s why he dressed up for you and everything too!”

A gasp leaves you and Jin attempts to cover his face. 

But your next words have him doing a double take. 

“Wow,” You retort, “That was around when I realized I had feelings for you.” 

“See! I told you it worked!” Tehyung exclaims, but Jin just stares at you. 

“R-Really…?” 

The corners of your lips curl into a tender smile and his gaze turns warm.

Hoseok loudly sighs, observing you. 

“Man, being in love is nice.” 

“You’ll find someone, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats him on the back and he appreciatively smiles. 

“You’re so kind, hyung.” Taehyung inches towards the cat-like man, embracing him immediately. 

Yoongi scoffs, attempting to push him back to which Taehyung complains at. You and Jin chuckle at the sight of Yoongi being utterly smothered with affection. 

He gets up to head back to his office, detangling Taehyung’s arms off of him and mumbling underneath his breath, “I swear, everyone in this office is out to get me.” 

“I’m not.” Jin winks, sending a flying kiss in his direction that Yoongi deeply recoils at. 

“Go away, you’re the worst one.” 

Jin cheekily snickers as Yoongi turns to leave. 

***

After Yoongi’s departure, you had quickly finished up your lunch. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung remained, while the rest of you decided to head out soon as well. 

“Oh–” Jimin immediately stands up, tapping you on the shoulder as you pack up your belongings. 

You spin around in surprise. “Before I forget, I wanted to say congratulations on your relationship, Y/N.” He timidly brings up, drawing up a soft smile on your lips.

“Uh, I–” A sheepish expression crosses him upon hearing Jungkook and Taehyung make a ruckus in the background. “I just want to say thanks, for trusting me about it.” There’s a small smile on his lips as he watches Taehyung steal one of Jungkook’s snacks, “All of you have been very kind to me.” 

You pat his shoulder, “Of course, Jimin.” 

“Jimin!” Taehyung hollers. “Quick! Take Jungkook’s other arm off so I can eat this!” 

“Hey!” 

Jungkook snaps back at him and you chuckle, giving Jimin a knowing look. 

“I also think you fit perfectly into this group of ours.” 

He breaks out in a giant grin, an endless list of gratitude ready to spill from him. 

Bidding all of them goodbye, you leave the room to find Jin and Hoseok talking to each other.

Jin's eyes perk up and he swings an arm around you. “Going back to work, Sugarplum?” 

You recoil, “Sugarplum? Really?” 

He frowns, “What? What other fruit do you want me to call you?”

“Anything but that!” 

“Alright, raisin it is!” 

You glare at him and Jin cheekily smiles. Hoseok snickers at the interaction, walking alongside you. 

“You know, you two are so perfect for each other that it’s actually ridiculous.” He grins, “But I’m really happy for you.” 

You glance at him knowingly and he soon departs, heading over to his office. You trudge over to your cubicle and Jin leans against your desk, watching you sit down. 

“Don’t you need to go back?” You ponder, pointing in the direction of his office. 

“I don’t want to.” He appears, leaning forward. “I want to spend more time with you.” 

You giggle at that and Yoongi coughs loudly, peering over the plastic separating the two of you.

He groans, “Can you two go be lovey dovey somewhere else?” 

Jin sends him a flying kiss. “It’s okay Yoongi, I know you love me too.” 

Yoongi grimaces like he’s been shaken to the core, and you stifle a laugh at Jin's shamelessness. 

He sighs, mumbling underneath his breath. “I swear, you and this boyfriend of yours.” 

You and Jin make eye contact, laughing at his remark. All while the man grumbles and tries to get his work done. 

The end of your day comes sooner than you had hoped. 

When the clock strikes 5pm, you’re actually surprised and wonder where time has escaped to. You contemplate if it has to do with the good mood you’ve recently been in, the day not stretching out and feeling close to a tiring whirlwind as it usually does. 

You’re also not used to someone waiting for you once you’re done packing up. 

Throughout the rest of the day, you don’t see Jin as much – acknowledging that he was as busy with his work as you are, but you notice that he’ll come by every once in a while,excuses of paperwork or walking by tumbling from him. It was only when you saw the wide grin on his features that you know exactly why he’s near your cubicle, stirring up conversations with you or asking you if you needed coffee. 

It’s extremely endearing – you have to note – especially when you walk past the line of cubicles late into the evening only to find him leaned against the wall and his gaze fixated on his phone, very clearly waiting for someone to show up. 

You step in front of him and he immediately looks up, a grin pulling on his face. 

“Hey.” 

“Been waiting long?” You inquire. 

“Not at all.” He steps off from the wall, reaching out his hand that you gladly take. 

“How was work?” You honestly ponder, strolling towards the elevator with him.

“Not too bad,” Pressing the button, the numbers on the elevator begin to tick down, “They’ve been wanting me to make some executive decisions and I had been consulting my dad about it, but for the most part,” He shrugs, as if the mere thought of doing them before weren’t bringing him great amounts of stress the weeks prior, “I think I can do them on my own now.” 

You step into the elevator, twirling at the sound of his voice. “Is that confidence I hear?” 

“Of course.” He articulates smugly, “I’m Kim Seokjin, the CEO of Kim Electronics. What were you expecting?”

“Honestly, nothing else.” You chide at his notorious self-praises and he chuckles. 

The elevator doors open with a ding and a familiar face peers up. 

“Oh? Going home?” You speculate, gaze coming into contact with Jungkook’s surprised one. 

“Yeah, just debating if I want to catch the bus or take a cab home.” 

You grimace, “You must be really exhausted.” 

“Not as exhausted as when I was working at the restaurant.” A knowing smile crosses him and you mimic his expression, all too aware of how much you’ve been through together. 

Jin’s eyes glint, something impassible spreading across his expression. 

“Well, I’m going to go.” Jungkook turns, waving over to Jin. “Don’t be so annoying to Y/N!” 

“Yah!” Jin looks like he’s about to run after him and you shake your head with a laugh. 

***

After leaving work, Jin ends up driving you home. 

You talk about going on another date, one on the weekend and away from your busy schedules, since the two of you were quick to realize that you weren’t left with much time after work to do something more significant. Jin agrees wholeheartedly with your sentiments, stating that his work as a CEO only seems to be increasing with time and he wanted to at least spend some proper time with you. 

You open the car door and he reaches to help you out. 

“Oh, I never asked–” He raises his head to look at you, “How has the restaurant planning been going?”

“Pretty good.” He brings up, “Based on time I get from not working, I’ve been going through the details with Namjoon and we’ve started finalizing the permits.”

You clap your hands together. “That’s amazing!”

Jin softly smiles and you continue, “Honestly, after working at a restaurant for so long, I can’t wait to see what yours will look like.” 

“Right, you worked at a restaurant…” He mumbles, voice dropping down a tone. 

“Yeah, remember?” Puzzlement strikes you at his change in demeanor. “Me and Jungkook used to work together.” 

Your words fall into silence, and you blink wide-eyed, not quite expecting it. Jin stands with his hands in pockets, his eyes averted. 

Having been with him for so long, his reactions are always a dead giveaway for you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What?” He’s thrown off guard, not expecting you to ask. “N-Nothing’s wrong.” 

“Is it your restaurant? Work?” His silence doesn’t give you any answers, so you take a wild guess based on your conversation. “Me working at a restaurant?” 

He stiffens, and your eyes light up. 

“I’m not working there anymore if you’re concerned about my wellbeing, in fact I have more time now to–” 

“It’s not that…” Jin lets out a drawn out sigh. 

“Then what is it?” You press forward, completely baffled. Racking your brain, there’s nothing else that you talked about recently, nothing else except– 

Eyes flickering, your lips move and you blurt out your next question. 

“Is it Jungkook?” 

His eyes are wide and when it looks like he’s about to deny it immediately, your brows raise. 

You can’t believe the next words you sputter out. 

“Are you jealous?” 

“N-No!” He immediately falters, resolve dwindling. “Okay, maybe a bit…” 

“Really? You’re jealous of Jungkook?” You’re in disbelief at his resolution, “We’re just friends, Jin. That’s all, in fact we–” 

You catch yourself in an instant, and he stares at you attentively, too hooked on your words. 

“You what?” You’re silent, but he continues, “Y/N?” 

You wince, unsure of how this will sound. 

“We…actually went on a date once.” Jin’s eyes are as wide as ever and you raise your hands in defense, already anticipating his reaction. “We didn’t want to go! Hoseok was convinced after seeing us at the internship together that we’d be a good match, and ended up pushing us into going on a date.” 

You sigh, remembering the disaster of the entire ordeal. “Truth be told, neither of us came out of it to be anything more than just friends.” 

Jin crosses his arms, his gaze on you heavy. 

“Where did you go?” 

“To the movies, Jungkook wanted to watch some Marvel film.” 

“What did you talk about?” 

“Mostly work, or about Hoseok and Yoongi…” You furrow your brows. “I think a bit about his resume too, he wanted me to look over it.” 

His voice falters, “So… you didn’t have feelings for each other?” 

You shake your head. “We didn’t, Jungkook even left early because he was tired and felt like we only went for Hoseok.” 

He holds a deep frown, arms still crossed with suspicion gleaming in his eyes. However after a moment passes, he exhales and nods, shoulders slumping down. 

The tension leaves his form as easily as it rose. 

A playful glint enters your eyes, attempting to lighten the mood. 

“Who knows, maybe after all that we do have lingering feelings for each other,” You wave your hand around, pulling off your most dramatic tone that you’ve heard him use before. “Sometimes when I see him, I just–”

Jin grasps onto your hand mid-air. 

“Hey.” He intently gazes at you. “I like you. A lot.” 

You’re rendered speechless – fully expecting him to retort something playful in turn to you as always. Instead, you’re left resorting to simply nodding, frozen by his sudden surge of confidence. 

At the sharp silence, you sputter out. “I-I was just joking.”

His confidence dwindles just as fast. 

“I-I didn’t mean to…” He appears flustered, realization dawning across him. You softly smile, finding his wavering confidence at moments like this endearing.

“I guess I just saw the two of you together,” He explains, “and well… I think I saw what Hoseok saw.”

You look at him in concern, before letting out a low wistful sigh. 

“Hoseok buys plants to excuse his mom’s requests for grandchildren.” You point-blankly state and Jin snorts underneath his breath, “Besides, he did say that we were a perfect match.” 

His eyes twinkle at the recollection, a wide smile breaking out on his features. “He did, didn’t he?” 

You tenderly nod and he cutely wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. You laugh at the gesture, smiling into his embrace. 

[sweetestofchaos]

Cafuné | K.NJ - M.YG

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗒/𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟣.𝟩𝗄 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇

a/n: i know i talked about switching the pov/story flow a while back and this is the start of that change. from now on this story will no longer be a y/n fic. i will refer to the reader as 'you' with she/her pronouns.

a/n 2: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all…so yeah. sorry for mistakes.

​𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

The scent of melted butter and pork fat wakes you from your sleep. Tucked away in the thick blankets of Namjoon’s bed, you snuggle deeper into the warmth and yawn. Your body feels heavy, weighed down by the promise of sweet dreams and peaceful slumber. The smell of the food pokes at some horrible memory from the past of Namjoon and an open flame on the stove top.

As if struck by lightning, you bolt out of bed, cursing as your bare feet touch the cold hardwood; quickly you shove your feet into a pair of indigo house slippers and rush out the room. Darting down the hall, you find yourself in the threshold of the kitchen, where Namjoon stands in a light grey oversized shirt with his back turned. 

“What are you doing?!” 

Your panicked voice makes Namjoon jump with a shout and the plate in his hand crashes to the floor. The black ceramic shatters into pieces and food goes all over, making a mess.

“Shit!”

“Fuck! S-Sorry!” 

You hurry around the island to help Namjoon clean up but he holds out his hands and pushes you away from the mess lightly.

“Sit down, Poppy. I got this.” 

Feeling bad for scaring him, you do as you’re told and sit at the island silently. Namjoon hikes the bottom of his black sweat pants up around his ankles, squats down in front of the sink and pulls out a handheld vacuum. Carefully, he vacuums up the mess and uses a damp cloth to wipe the floor before he empties the vacuum into the trash. Putting the vacuum away, Namjoon stands to his full height and leans against the island with a small frown on his face.

“You okay?”

You nod your head and sigh, “I’m so sorry, Joonie. I-I smelt the butter and I thought you were going to burn down the kitchen like back in college.”

Namjoon’s lips twitch as he fights back a smile and he runs a hand through his hair, “I’m not a total lost cause, you know. I can cook kimchi pancakes just fine a-and I make a pretty mean pork belly soup.”

“Did I ruin breakfast? We can grab something on our way into the office if we-” You look past Namjoon at the clock on the stove and your eyes widen. “Shit! Joonie we’re fucking late!”

“Wait. Wait! Relax.” Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his neck, the bones cracking as he does so. “I’m not going into the office today and since I’m not there, you won’t be either.” 

“But-”

“Ah, ah! No buts, Poppy. Eat your breakfast and relax. I’ll be in my office for a few hours finishing up some things.”

“Namjoon-”

Namjoon waves off your concern and turns back to the stove. “Give me fifteen minutes and breakfast will be done.”

“Do you want help?” 

“I’m good. Why don’t you go wash up?”

You stare at Namjoon’s back for a few moments before nodding your head. Looking down at your pajamas (a pair of white sleep pants with half eaten peaches and a black crop top with the same half eaten peach in the center that says ‘just peachy’ underneath is white cursive font), you agree that maybe a shower would be good. You’re sure you saw a sweater set hanging in Namjoon’s closet that looks comfy enough to change into. It’s something that Namjoon purchased to keep at his place and you have yet to wear it.

“Holler if you need me.” 

Namjoon hums in acknowledgement and you leave the kitchen to get washed up and dressed in actual clothes. Namjoon’s bathroom is nice. All sleek grey tile with white and blue accents. It fits Namjoon’s personality nicely and it always puts a smile on your face when you see small hints of yourself mixed in. An orange toothbrush rests beside Namjoon’s black, a fluffy lime green robe hangs on the back of the bathroom door next to his dark blue one and there is a bottle of dark cherry and vanilla body wash in the corner of his shower.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you step out of the shower and stand on the mat quickly patting yourself dry. Slipping the robe onto your body, you tie a loose knot around your waist and proceed to brush your teeth before you start your skincare routine.

Your skincare products are tucked away on the right side of the sink while Namjoon’s sits on the left side. Pulling the shower cap from off your head, you hang it up to dry and exit the bathroom. The scent of food is stronger now and your stomach growls at the promise of food. Walking over to the dresser, you grab your giant bottle of vanilla scented oil cream and sit on the edge of the bed. Pumping the cool cream into your palm, you rub your hands together and slather it onto your legs.

Sliding the robe off your shoulders until it falls to your waist, you apply the cream to your arms, breast and stomach. Fixing the robe back onto your shoulders, you head back into the bathroom and pile your passion twists onto the top of your head before grabbing a white head wrap and creating a cute style to keep your hair out of your face.

You hear Namjoon shout that the food is ready and hurry to get dressed. You’re pleased by the sweater outfit that Namjoon picked. It’s simple enough, light cream ribbed knit pants that hug your thighs and flare out around your ankles to cover your feet with an off the shoulder crop top that has long flowing split sleeves. Sliding your feet back into your house slippers, you skip out to the hallway and make your way to the kitchen. Namjoon is still standing up, setting the table for the two of you. Hearing your footfalls, he looks up and grins.

“You look comfy,” Namjoon comments as he places two glasses down on the table.

“This material is really soft. I love it.”

As you sit at the island, Namjoon goes to the fridge, “What do you want to drink?” 

“Do you still have that tangerine green tea?”

“From the other week?” Namjoon double checks his fridge and sure enough, the bottle has been pushed to the back. Silently, Namjoon grabs the bottle and carries it over to the table. He fills your glass with the sweet citrus tea and places it on the island before he sits down with his coffee in front of his plate.

“So…” You pucker your lips into a duck pout and Namjoon sips his coffee loudly making you laugh while he chuckles. “Why aren’t we at work?”

“We-” Namjoon points between himself and you before he sets his coffee mug down, “need a fucking break. When’s the last time you slept this late?” 

“That’s not a good reason-”

“I’m the boss and I say it is, so it is.” 

Namjoon grabs his chopsticks and you know this conversation is over. Sighing, you pick up your own chopsticks and pull apart the kimchi pancake. You pair it with some rice and pork belly, smiling as the flavors dance on your tongue. Okay, so maybe Namjoon can cook…a little bit.

Sitting on Namjoon’s couch with your legs stretched out is heaven. His couch is comfy, just the right amount of firm and plush as you watch another episode of ‘Tale of the Nine Tailed’. From beside you, your phone pings with a notification and you glance down, smiling when you see Yoongi’s name.

Yoongi: Enjoying your skip day 🫤

You giggle at the use of the emoji and quickly text Yoongi back letting him know that Namjoon chose to work from home and gave you the day to relax.

Yoongi: Jimin-ssi sent a package for you 👀

You: 🤔👀

Yoongi: I’m not opening it 🙄

You find yourself smiling at your phone and look up towards the hallway where Namjoon’s office is, screaming when you see Namjoon standing at the back of the couch. Your arms jerk and your phone goes flying to the floor, landing on the screen.

“Jesus!” You shout, throwing a hand over your heart. “How is your big ass so fucking quite?” 

Namjoon laughs, his shoulders shaking as he rounds the corner of the couch and squats down to grab your phone from the floor.

“Is the screen fine?” 

Namjoon looks at your phone, the screen lighting up at the new angle and he sees Yoongi’s name on the uncracked screen.

“It’s fine…sorry for scaring you.”

Namjoon rises and plops down on the couch, sitting on your toes before he hands you the phone. You double check to make sure Namjoon isn’t lying about the screen and see no damage. 

“Are you done working?” You question and look up from your phone. 

Namjoon has a frown on his face and he is just staring at you. You raise an eyebrow and wiggle your toes underneath his thigh. 

“Hello? Joonie?” 

His silence makes you set your phone on the coffee table and pull your toes out from under him. You crawl into Namjoon’s lap and squish his face between your hands. His lips pucker out into a pout and you start making quacking noses. Namjoon’s pouty frown slowly turns into a dimpled smile and he gently grabs your wrists, pulling your hands from his face.

Namjoon’s touch is soft and you raise an eyebrow as he brings your hands to his chest. He leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You drum your fingers to the beat of his heat and hum softly as Namjoon’s weight sags against you.

“Tired?” You whisper and Namjoon doesn’t answer for a short while before he nods his head. You coo at your large friend and carefully twist your wrists from his grasp. Silently, you wrap your arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and play with the shortened hair at the nape of his neck. Using your full body weight, you lean to the side and pull Namjoon down so that the both of you are laying on your sides on the couch. Namjoon hikes his feet up, bending his knees and you wrap your legs around his waist while his face buries into your neck. 

You continue to hum softly and start to card your fingers through his hair as his breathing starts to slowly even out. Your eyes grow heavy and you rest your cheek against the top of Namjoon’s head as you nod off to sleep with him holding you close.

[lolabangtan]

love: undercover | kth

In your late twenties and sporting a temper ‘totally unfit for marriage’, you're happy being the heiress and CEO of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates. That is, until you have to pose as Kim Taehyung's new secretary.

Word count: ??

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of infidelity and parental neglect.

# office AU, romance, angst, fluff, comedy, CEO!Taehyung x CEO turned secretary!fem reader, first meeting gone wrong, soft bubbly Taetae :’), fake identity, sexual tension, unrequited mutual pining, side Namjoon x OC, lots of idols, it’s overall pretty soft even if it’s got its dramatic bits.

A/N: don’t ask where this came from, just take it. I’ll manage to make it work somehow. Missing Taetae hours.

Read this story with its own Spotify playlist.

INDEX

1. Shoplifter

2. Mission: undercover

3. Matchmaking, maybe

4. Itching

5. Pair bond

6. The pest

??

[likeastarstar]

Proof of Work Chapter 3: Ideate

Chapter one, Chapter two. Can be read alone if you want tho!

Summary: after being forced to pair up with your slacker yet annoyingly endearing coworker, Jungkook, you find yourself having..thoughts. Thoughts you’d rather not have about a certain someone. That certain someone may or may not be going through something similar.

Warning! Rated R for thoughts, ideations, and manifestations of penetrative sex, intruding thoughts, crying, pining, and emotional incontinence.

Masterlist.

In the span of weeks, Jungkook had become your reluctant best friend.

He was the first person you texted when you woke up and the last one you saw before going to sleep. At first, it started because of how much work you had to do on the Skinsense project but it had spilt over, Jungkook telling you about his day and you telling him about whatever had made you laugh throughout yours, living for the sound of his giggle cutting through the phone.

That's not to say there wasn't a ton of work to do on the project still- no, there was so much that it led to a million late nights, including the one that currently had you and Jungkook working at your place well after midnight.

"It's late," You said sleepily, rubbing your eyes, "We should call it a night."

"We gotta finish this tonight," Jungkook insisted, a rare determined look on his face.

You smiled a little, admiring how focused he looked. His brow was furrowed, his tongue pinned between his top teeth and bottom lip, sticking out ever so slightly. You could tell he was tired, the dark circles under his eyes gave it away.

Jungkook yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. You couldn't help but feel fond- it was one of those rare moments where he looked completely disarmed, hair flopping around carelessly as he stretched his arm above his head. He went back to typing away at his keyboard, eyes bleary.

"Fine, just...." You mumbled, strangely shy all of a sudden, "Just sleep here then- it's too late to go back to your place."

Jungkook froze, the tapping sounds of his keyboard ceasing instantly. His eyes found yours, hesitancy in his expression, "Here?"

"I have a couch." You said plainly.

"I-Okay, sure." He agreed slowly, "Thank you."

You nodded, trying to focus back on your work but you could feel his eyes on you. You snuck a glance at him anxiously, wondering what exactly he was up to.

“This place is nice- your place, I mean. You did a good job decorating and stuff. You have good taste,” he commented. "You have a lot of...soft blankets."

Jungkook looked around and grabbed one of the stuffed animals you had on the couch, squishing it in his arms with a small smile on his face. You smiled, glad that he wasn't the type to nitpick your need as an adult to have cute things like plushies and blankets.

“Oh, thanks. I liked your place too, last week when we went over there, it looked nice. Taehyung was nice too,” You smiled, returning the compliment.

He didn’t react the way you thought he would, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. What? Do you say something wrong?

“Oh yeah, pretty girl like you- I’m sure he was very nice to you.” Jungkook laughed humorlessly, clenching his jaw before going back to his laptop.

What the hell was that about?

He didn't stop working for another hour, thanking you again when he finally laid down for the night. You were about to do the same when you got thirsty, carefully padding your way to the kitchen after he had already knocked out.

You stared at Jungkook, pausing on the way back to your bedroom. His feet didn't even fit on the couch, sticking off the side of the couch awkwardly. He looked younger when he was asleep. You cocked your head to the side, inspecting the strangely innocent look on his face.

Your heart softened looking at the pudginess of his cheeks, squished against the rough material of your couch. His nose twitched, scrunching until he brought his hand unconsciously raise to his face and rub his eye adorably. God- sometimes if you looked at him too long, your heart hurt. You really liked him.

You wondered if he was comfortable like this- his large figure hanging off the sofa dwarfed by his size. He'd probably sleep better in a bed. You felt your feet shuffling forward before your brain knew what you were doing, nudging him in the side with your knee. Jungkook squirmed around but didn't wake, a slight pout on his lips. You huffed in annoyance, hating him for making you do this.

"Hey," You whispered, nudging him again. He didn't wake so you shoved him harshly, digging your knee into his ribs. "Wake up!"

Jungkook flailed, eyes snapping open with a wild look on his face. He gasped for air, shrinking away from the contact before registering your figure hovering over him.

"What's happening?" He slurred, looking around aimlessly with one eye squeezed shut.

"Nothing- you don't fit on the couch." You said in a bland tone, pointing to his feet.

Jungkook frowned, looking down at his body hanging half off of the couch, even more confused, "Okay."

He settled back until the couch, throwing one leg up the back of it so his foot was sticking up in the air, dangerously close to your face. You grimaced, slapping it away quickly.

"We can share my bed," You continued, "Come on."

"What?" He grumbled, still half asleep.

"Fine- stay here," You snapped, storming off to your room.

He was so irritating, all you wanted to do was be nice and look where it got you. This is exactly why you should've just ignored him and his stupid big feet. Why did he had to be so big anyway? You had a perfectly nice couch and he couldn't even fit on it, it was his fault he was a giant. Him and his huge thick thighs and large ass arms and broad shoulders. Not to mention his head- god, it was massive both metaphorically and physically.

You flopped onto your bed, punching the pillows into place. Your eyes had barely closed when you felt the mattress dip next to you.

"You better not snore," You grumbled, scooting closer to the edge of the bed to put a bigger buffer between the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook responded, voice low and gravely, "I won't."

He did snore, loudly in fact. But he was even hotter than he was noisy. Jungkook was right- he did always run warm.

He was like a furnace, heating up the entirety of the bed. At some point while you had slept, he thought it was okay to take his shirt off and worm his way to the middle of the bed, shoving his ass into your back.

"Move over," You snapped, rolling over to your side and kicking him. He caught your foot between his calves and held it there, barely registering the venom in your tone.

"You're so cold," He mumbled, "Feels nice."

"Freak," You whispered.

"Put your hands on me."

You felt your cheeks heat, pausing for a moment. Jungkook must've been half asleep, not realizing what he sounded like when his hand searched between the sheets for yours, guiding your palm until it was flattened against his chest. His skin was warm and felt like a heating pad beneath your fingertips. He purred like a content kitten, a lazy smile stretching across his pink lips, "Don't make it weird."

Sure- you could try.

You had to admit, you were a little chilly. You shuffled closer to him, seeking warmth until your stomach was flush against his side, pushing your face into his bicep.

This wasn't weird, right? Friends do this- right?

"So cold," He grumbled, flopping his arm around you and falling back asleep instantly.

You did the same, drifting off into a deep state of dreaming.

"How bad do you want me?" You heard his voice ask, snapping your gaze down at Jungkook. He was splayed out beneath you on his back, hands clasped on your thighs on either side of him.

You settle over him, sitting on his lap, slowly moving your hips over his cock, grinding down on him. Jungkook looked up at you with hazy eyes, jet black hair flopping into his gaze. You liked the view from here, his tattooed body on full display for you and his dick settling between your pussy as you moved, rubbing friction against your clit that had you preening.

"Wanna fuck you so bad it hurts," you whispered, relishing in the grunt he let out as his hips bucked up into you.

Your entire body jolted and you slammed your hands down on his chest to steady yourself. He grinned up at you, only beaming harder when you scowled at him.

"Be nice to me," You warned, reaching your hand behind you to take hold of his thick cock, stroking him a couple of times before guiding him to your pussy. Your other hand still on his chest using it for support as you worked yourself down his length. The way he looked at you set your entire body on fire, spurring you on as you felt his length stretch you out.

"I'll be good- I'll be so nice to you, I promise," He moaned, hands shaking as they grasped at the flesh of your ass, dragging your hips back and forth against him. "Treat you so nice- like you deserve, yeah? That sound good to you?"

You felt him grip your waist, helping you set a faster pace on top of him, meeting your thrusts with a flick of his hips. Soon you were both slamming into one another, fucking as fast as you could, Jungkook pulling you down towards him and whispering the filthiest things that had you reeling towards an orgasm.

You were close- closer than close. You moaned out, about to cum when-

You woke up.

You sat up with a start, wheezing a loud gasp out. You looked around wildly, registering where you were.

It was a dream- it was all a dream.

A wet dream about Jungkook.

You panicked, thankful you were at least alone when your hand felt something. You looked to your left, Jungkook's sleeping form angled towards you, sound asleep. He looked blissfully unaware of his surroundings, arm still wrapped around your lap, hand resting dangerously close to the problem in the first place.

You had to get your shit together.

This was your coworker- your friend. One of your only friends, actually. You couldn't do this to him, you couldn't do this to yourself. Feeling like this, this stupid crush thing- it would ruin everything. You felt your breathing quicken and felt shallow in your chest, your heart rate accelerating.

You had to get your shit together and you did.

For the next week, you were on your best behavior. You didn't touch Jungkook, at all. You shyed away from his normally flirty behavior, ignored his texts in the middle of the night instead of following your gut instinct to respond immediately. You paid for yourself when you got lunch together and didn't do anything that felt even vaguely like a date- until the gala.

The gala happened once a year at your company. It was excessive and dramatic and completely amazing. Technically, it was for investors and clients to mingle with your office and it's parent company but everyone used it as a giant stress relief. It was always held at the fanciest hotels with an open bar that everyone abused heavily, gorging on the best food before stumbling away with amazingly extravagant gift bags at the end of the night when the sun was rising and you couldn't possibly dance or sing any more.

It was amazing, you looked forward to it every year- except for this year, when Jungkook occupied your thoughts so heavily.

"You're probably going alone huh?" he asked, clicking his tongue at you in pity.

You narrowed your eyes, scoffing at him. "What makes you think I'm going alone? I have a date."

He laughed, sending you a pointed look. He was dressed more casually than he was usually, showing up to work in a matching denim set and clean, wet hair that you had to physically stop yourself from leaning forward to sniff. You reminded yourself to ask him what shampoo he used soon, wanting to dose yourself in the scent.

"You do not have a date- I'm with you constantly, I'd know if there was another man in your life." He chuckled. You blushed, trying not to read into his wayward comment. "Let's just go together, yeah? That way, we can focus on the project and less on this stupid ass party and if any investors ask about it, we can deflect together."

You frowned, wondering why he didn't seem very excited by the gala. Come to think of it- he didn't go last year either. You were about to ask why he didn't have a date himself when your boss called an impromptu staff meeting, distracting you entirely.

You didn't think about it again until you were standing in front of the mirror, wondering if you were making a huge mistake.

Going with Jungkook to this party was exactly the opposite of getting your shit together.

You felt a shaky feeling in your stomach, smoothing your palm down your torso to steady yourself. Was that anxiety? Did Jungkook make you anxious? You snapped out of your thoughts, watching his figure pop up behind yours in the mirror.

He showed up to your apartment while you were still getting ready, dressed in a sleek navy suit and a silky light blue shirt. Jungkook popped into your room with his keys swinging around his finger casually, whistling a random tune that stopped abruptly when he made eye contact with you through the mirror. You tilted your head, inspecting him behind you.

No wonder he made you anxious, he was gorgeous. His skin glowed, inky eyes bouncing around the room. He had a shy smile on his face, growing into a slow grin the longer he looked at you. He really did look amazing in navy.

"Is this too..."

You trailed off, twisting in the mirror to inspect the open back of your dress, wondering if you were too exposed. You pulled at the material wrapped around your hips, hoping the calf grazing length would compensate for you completely bare back. It was a cool slate color, somewhere between a blue and a grey that made your skin tone glow.

"No-" Jungkook said too quickly, heavy eyes transfixed by your figure. "It's perfect- I mean, it looks great."

"I don't usually wear things so revealing," You admitted.

"You should wear whatever you want- I'm here, right?" He offered, smiling slightly at you.

His cheeks were flushed and your own face matched the rosy hue, looking away from him quickly, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I can fight."

You glared at him in mock annoyance, breaking into a reluctant laugh when he threw an equally perturbed look back at you.

"What? Are you gonna fight our boss when she fires me for public nudity?" You joked, looking back at him from behind your shoulders.

His eyes bore into yours, a sudden seriousness in them that brought back the shaky feeling in your stomach. Butterflies- it was butterflies.

"I would if you asked me to," He said in a flat tone and you panicked, brain flopping between fight or flight. You felt your face get hot and he broke the tension with an easy grin, taking a step back from you, "Just kidding- it's not that good of a dress."

You scoffed, spinning on your heels with confidence before tapping two fingers on his chest and pushing past him, "Yes, it is."

Jungkook let you walk in front of him the entire night- partially because he hated things like this so he wanted to hide behind you and partially because he couldn't stop staring at your back. Jungkook hadn't ever paid much attention to a woman's spine but for some reason the way yours dragged down from your delicate, long neck down to rest on your hips had him transfixed. And boy, were those hips nice. He watched them sway from side to side like a pendulum and timed his breathing to it, hypnotized by the way your body glided through the party like you were treading water.

Jungkook was trying really hard to control his thoughts but lately, it had gotten harder to ignore the way you made his mind spin out of control. But he was a guy- thinking sexy thoughts about a girl was normal, right? Sexy thoughts were a given in his young and virile mind- it wasn't his fault, it didn't mean anything.

Either way, he thanked whoever designed the dress that was currently wrapped around your body a million times in his head, eyes stuck on the exposed skin. You were glowing- he wanted to reach out and touch you, test whether or not your skin was as soft as it looked. No- even better, he wanted to use his tongue on you. He wanted to glide his way down and kiss all the way to your ass.

Jungkook hated parties- usually, he refused to attending the annual gala because it was just a bunch of people crowding his space and insisting on having conversations he'd rather not be a part of. He skipped shit like this entirely, except that this year he had you. Asking you to go with him to this thing was kind of a thoughtless thing to do.

It was like a reflex- the question spilling out of his mouth before he really realized what was happening. It just seemed natural, after all- the two of you had been doing just about everything else together anyway. He had no choice but to do this with you too. Besides, the thought of you going to this thing alone made him sad and the idea of you taking another man...

Jungkook was ready to follow you around like a puppy all night but liked it better that you stuck to him instead, pouting when he drifted too far off. It was fun- drinking with you, dancing with you, laughing at coworkers getting wasted and making a fool out of themselves with you. That part didn't surprise him- he had fun doing everything with you. It wasn't until later on in the night that it dawned on him that this wasn't normal, the way he felt about you.

You had taken your heels off and refused to take another step, holding your arms out to him stubbornly, "Pick me up."

"No, you're heavy," Jungkook said stubbornly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was already holding your purse and the five gift bags the two of you had stolen.

The look on your face made him laugh, completely obsessed with the way your face shifted from a whiny pout to a bratty glare. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, hands closing into tiny ineffectual fists.

"I am not! What good is working out all the time if you can't pick me up? Come on, just give me a piggyback ride until we get back to the car, please Jungkook?" You begged. You could see it wasn't working and got more desperate, too drunk to be ashamed of how hard you were whining, "Jungkook- please?"

He felt all the oxygen in the air dry up, leaving his chest tight. Your eyes were wide, staring up at him with pleading optimism, sleepiness softening what was meant to be a very intense expression. He wanted to replay your tone in his head a million times in a million different contexts and that's when Jungkook knew- he was fucked.

"O-Okay, fine." He lamented, turning around quickly before you could notice the blush on his cheeks.

You cheered lightly and got on his back, resting your cheek on the back of his shoulder the entire way to the car. The entire time, Jungkook stayed silent, one thought on a loop in his mind.

This wasn't normal- this wasn't normal. He had to get it together.

He had to get his shit together.

Jungkook dropped you off at your house that night and you didn't hear from him for the rest of the weekend. You were grateful, taking advantage of the lack of constant communication to get over your massive crush on him. You had to keep it platonic- he was too good of a friend to ruin it with some weird fantasy running through your mind.

By the time Monday strolled around, you felt confident that you could keep it together. You hummed on your way to work, listened to your favorite song, got yourself a matcha latte to celebrate your new outlook on things.

The project deadline was in two weeks. Time really had flown by- it was crazy to you that just 2 months ago, you thought this assignment was a death sentence. Now, it seemed like a gift. You were at the top of your game professionally- confident in the work you had put it thus far.

The way you saw Jungkook was completely different too. You understood him more, liked him a million times more than before. Sure, it was bleeding over into a crush- but that was only because the two of you were spending so much time together. Once things got back to normal and you'd go back to being regular co-workers, everything would be fine.

It was just one dream. You hadn't had another one since- except for the night of the gala, but that didn't count because you were drunk when you went to bed.

You got momentarily distracted by visions of Jungkook stretching you out and shook them out of your mind, refocusing on real life. You waited for Jungkook to show up, checking the time every two minutes.

By the time he did walk in, you felt anxious for whatever reason. He ignored you, skipping his usual greeting and cheery smile and dumped his stuff on his desk instead. You pursed your lips and got up, walking over to his desk in some attempt to push through the awkwardness. It was you making this awkward, right? It must be- Jungkook had no reason to be upset at you.

But Jungkook was quiet.

Jungkook was never quiet.

"Hey, did you see my text?" You asked, bouncing around him. He nodded blandly, not taking his eyes off of his computer. You frowned, wondering why he didn't respond to it then. You pursed your lips, trying not to pout- was he having a bad day?

"I finished coding the page, if you want we can look at it over lunch? We still need to try that Indian place two blocks over-"

"Can't. I have something to do during lunch," Jungkook dismissed quickly. "Besides, I already looked over the page this morning."

"Oh! That was fast, usually you don't start work until noon," You joked, a weird sharp feeling stabbing at your heart. What was he doing during lunch? You always had lunch together- well, at least you had been for the past two months.

Jungkook didn't laugh, shoving his mouse away and leaning back in his chair like you were annoying him or something. You flinched, watching him turn towards you with this look on his face- Jungkook had a lot of funny faces.

Your favorite was the one where he scrunched his mouth all tiny and threw a tiny little triangle shaped smile at you at the most inappropriate times. Your second favorite was the one where he was confused- wide eyes, cheeks fluffy and full, mouth hanging open a little. You had a lot of favorites, but this one wasn't one of them. This one was the worst.

He raised his eyebrows and gazed at you with an empty expression on his face. His eyes held no warmth, mouth set in an impatient slant. He was annoyed, annoyed of you.

"S-So, what did you think of the page?" You asked awkwardly, smiling to try and soften the tension in the air.

"Uh," He droned on, pulling the page up. "I think it needs a lot of work."

"Really?" You asked quietly, taking a step away from him, wanting to put more space between you and whoever had taken over Jungkook's body.

"Yeah- it's just kind of bland. I mean, I get that your coding style is usually like this but my name's attached to this project too- you know?" He said, "The code, the layout- the graphics? I mean, it all just kind of..."

"Sucks," You finished for him, feeling your eyes burn. You didn't understand it- you worked on this all night. You did exactly what the outline the two of you agreed on said. He had a hand in picking out all of it- why was he acting like he was so much better than you?

"Exactly," He nodded, "It all just kind of sucks."

You felt like you had been slapped in the face.

It wasn't the critique that hurt- it was this twisting feeling in your gut. The cold rush of abandonment that Jungkook shoved over you, isolating yourself away from him. You were meant to be partners, so why did you feel so alone?

Why did it feel like he was against you all of a sudden?

"Why would you say it like that?" You muttered. "Why are you being so mean?"

Jungkook's eyes widened and he looked at you for the first time that entire conversation, only then realizing how close you were to tears. You looked so small, standing there with your hands twisting and untwisting in front of you anxiously, staring at his computer screen with a glazed look over your face.

"I wasn't trying to-"

"Just redo it then," You snapped, cutting him off. "If you're so much better at coding- redo it since you suddenly decided to change every aspect of the project that we both agreed on. Do it all yourself and then put your stupid name on it since you're so concerned about me messing up your reputation."

"You're being dramatic," Jungkook pointed out.

Maybe he was right- but the longer you let him tear your work to pieces the closer you felt to falling apart. He said your coding sucked- the one thing you knew, at least the one thing you thought you knew you were good at. The rest of it, your lack of artistic ability, how hard you had to work in comparison to everyone else- it didn't matter because you were an excellent coder.

It was your one thing and Jungkook was sitting there saying you didn't even have that.

You took a deep breath and turned on your heels, forcing yourself to walk very calmly out of the office.

You broke into tears three steps into the parking lot.

[onlyswan]

i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.

but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣

knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔

imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶

summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.

idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3

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“i don’t understand this challenge.”

“me neither,”

jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.

“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”

“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”

“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”

“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”

he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”

you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.

“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”

in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“this is dirty.”

you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”

okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.

you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.

once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.

terrible idea. terrible.

the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.

he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.

he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”

“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.

you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.

“after you lose.”

“that’s not happening, baby.”

“yes, it will.”

“i won’t give up so easily.”

you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”

you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.

“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”

“babe! ru-”

your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.

“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.

it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.

you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.

“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”

[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: 10.7k

🦈warnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chances🤠

a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonus✨

You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently “went the extra mile” this week. You couldn’t care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when you’ve never seen him do extra work in the office. All he’s done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If that’s considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, he’s the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.

As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his face—Employee of the Week Jeon Jungkook. 

You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that you’d bumped into. He didn’t even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lap—that’s the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.

“Excuse me, kind sir,” you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.

The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I mean, yeah, I’d be gone too if someone wasn’t blocking my way out.” In the year that you’ve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.

“What’s the rush? Got plans tonight?” He still doesn’t move out of the way. You didn’t expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that you’ve ever fantasized about it.

“Yeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.” You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, he’d probably use it against you somehow.

“Who’s Christina Lauren?” he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe that’d just encourage a threesome.

“My cat’s favorite romance writer?” You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.

“And you’re going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?”

“It’s Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.”

“Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie.” It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what he’d think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. It’d probably come as a shock to him considering he’s only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what you’re capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.

If only he knew.

“Tldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.” That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. You’ve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.

“What a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.” You don’t hate that he’s prolonging the conversation, but if he says “Lauren Christina” one more time, you’re gonna report him to HR.

“Same,” you chuckle. “Now please move so I can leave.”

He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boy’s eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.

“Coming or not?” you ask with a head tilt. If there’s one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, it’s that you always have someone who’ll walk you to your car when it’s dark out. That’s one of the things you know he does just for you.

On the elevator ride down, it’s just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. It’s a shame that he spends more time in your coworkers’ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, you’d—

“You should recommend a book for me,” he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.

“You don’t look like a reader.” You doubt he’d ever pick up a book over girls.

“I’ll read a book if you say it’s good.” Now he’s just sweet talking you, and you’re not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.

“Dating You/Hating You.” The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you can’t exactly vouch for how good it is since it’s the one you’re currently reading.

“Give me your best elevator pitch for it.” Haha, he thinks he’s so funny. (You laugh anyway.)

Persuasion is your thing, but you can’t give a proper elevator pitch for a book you haven’t actually finished yet. Moreover, you don’t know what kinds of genres he’d be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You don’t even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games. 

When you really think about it, there’s not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. He’s a mystery, but a charming one.

“It’ll give us something to talk about,” you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. “That’s my elevator pitch to you.”

“Not bad,” he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. “Is it by your cat’s favorite romance author?”

“It is,” you smile. It’s hard not to smile when you’re with him. “I can lend you my copy next week after I fin—”

“Jungkook!” The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. “Still down for drinks later at that place we talked about?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook aren’t a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. He’s probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.

Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone else’s bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people he’d rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Sorry about that.” He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. That’s what happens when you’re the popular guy.” And you mean it, too. You’re not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, there’s really nothing between you and him. There’s nothing he should feel sorry for.

“Hey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?” he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesn’t really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. “It’d be safer if you parked closer to the building.”

You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesn’t need to know it’s your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where he’s all yours.

“It doesn’t feel dangerous here at all.” Not when you’re with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, totally not dangerous.” Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. “I look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your cat’s done with it.”

He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. “It’s Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.”

With a wave of your manicure, you’re off to your “urgent” Friday night plans.

When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldn’t stop mentioning earlier. 

It’s tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what he’d think, what he’d say, and what he’d do to your body. It’d probably be incredible—for one night—but that’d be the end of it. That’s how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.

The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You didn’t want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.

As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Can’t relate.

“So… How’d the date go?” asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.

“I didn’t end up going,” says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldn’t assume. As far as you know, he doesn’t have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that it’s any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.

“Is it because of You-know-who?” asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.

“Yep…” Nah, it can’t be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guy’s voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.

“Hey, CL,” the healer calls out your username. “Do you have a mic?”

Yes, you do have a mic. No, you’re not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but it’s not always fun when people realize you’re the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And they’ll only stop pestering you if you’re walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly don’t have in this game with your empty friend list. So you’d rather stay on mute for now.

“my mic is broken,” you type, “cat knocked it over.”

“Ah, that’s okay.” He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. “We were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.”

You? You’re not sure how you’re supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you haven’t had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other people’s love lives.

“maybe… can i get more context?”

Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or “Jklmnop” according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than you’d originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his “super hot” colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.

The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesn’t seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like he’s being friendzoned. And he’s been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but it’s just not doing the trick.

“i know a fuck boy too.” You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. “im not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that you’re willing to commit to something more serious.”

Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, you’d give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). He’s just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.

“and it’s very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,” you type, “this is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?”

Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if they’ve tried turning their computer off and on again.

“Oh, our guy here doesn’t ask people out. He’s the one getting asked out all the time,” Duelist #1 explains.

“It’s been a year and You-know-who hasn’t made a move on him, so that must mean she doesn’t like him,” Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.

“well @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.” Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe you’re just soft, but it’d mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. You’re sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. “you should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.”

You don’t get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.

Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.

“I’ll ask her if the opportunity arises,” Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. “Thanks bro.”

On Monday, you’re a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.

Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, “Up all night reading Lauren Christina?” He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that it’s Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. He’s just teasing you at this point.

“It’s Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,” you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldn’t feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. “I expect a full book report by Friday.”

“At least give me the weekend,” he frowns. It’s the most attractive frown you’ve ever seen.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to spend your weekend,” you yawn. Wouldn’t he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?

“That’s how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.” He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too. 

As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he won’t notice.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees it’s shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. He’s definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you should’ve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.

“You really like these guys, huh.” He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the shark’s gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but you’ll take it.

“What makes you say that?” You don’t ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. It’s just not on-brand for the professional image you’ve established here.

“Didn’t you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?” He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. He’s right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.

“Oh, right.” You’d forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. It’s almost endearing in a way.

You shouldn’t let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.

“By the way, how was your date?” As much as you hate to admit it, you’re curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, you’ll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.

“I didn’t go.”

“Oh,” you press a finger to your parted lips. That’s unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. “Did her cat die or something?”

“Why does someone’s cat need to die for the date to be canceled?”

“There must’ve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?”

“Is that what you really think of me, Y/N?” He cocks his head to the side because he’s a fuck boy and that’s what fuck boys do.

“That’s not what I think of you.” Another yawn slips from your mouth. “It’s just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, don’t you?”

He nods because he can’t argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.

“Anyway, I’m going to run to that coffee shop you won’t shut up about,” he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. “Need anything?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Lauren’s name, you won’t go so easy. “How about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brûlée topping? Please.”

“So… birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?” He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. “You’re gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.”

It’s a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesn’t matter if he knows the difference because you’re scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.

The “coffee shop you won’t shut up about” has been open for a few months now, and you’ve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?

“She’ll have a birthday cake frapp—”

“Don’t listen to him. I’ll get a birthday cake latte, please,” you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. “With oat milk and crème brûlée today.”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. “Anything for you?”

“Just plain coffee, thanks,” he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he could’ve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didn’t have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldn’t shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.

As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. You’ve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasn’t happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books can’t compare to that. 

You’ve always been envious. Until today.

“That doesn’t look nearly as complex as it sounded,” Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brûlée on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. “I’ll let you try mine if you let me try yours.”

Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.

“Deal.” You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.

“I’m surprised you agreed to it,” he hums with a tiny bit of crème brûlée around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.

“I wanted you to try my special drink,” you say. It’s for the same reason you lent him your book—to let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll have to get it myself next time we come.” He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if “next time” and “we” imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because you’ll be the one to ask him next time. “What’s it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino… with crème brûlée?”

“Exactly,” you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. You’ll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isn’t looking. It’s something sweet to look forward to.

As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You don’t quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what you’re staring at.

“Boyfriend?” she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine. 

When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, “Boyfriend?”

“Stop,” you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. “Anyway… may I ask why you didn’t go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?” 

His eyes are wide. Probably because it’s not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why he’s sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. He’s not his usual self either.

“It was faster to reject her,” he shrugs. You didn’t realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didn’t seem like it with how he’d blocked your way out of the conference room.

“What were you in such a hurry for?”

“Isn’t it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?” He says it like you’re silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like he’d forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.

“It’s not unspoken if we talk about it,” you say softly. You’ve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you weren’t the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. “But yeah, it is our thing.”

The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You don’t know how else to explain it. He’s a fuck boy, but there’s something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.

You wonder if he’d ever let you in.

On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, you’re scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him.” Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. “He’s such a hottie, by the way. Y’all are kinda cute together.”

A snort comes from right behind you. “Thank you,” says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It would’ve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you aren’t actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as you’re both out the door.

“What?” What’s with that playful smile of his?

“You didn’t deny what she said.”

“A compliment’s a compliment, Y/N.”

“I didn’t mean the part about you being a hottie.” You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to hear that from your mouth. “I meant the part about you being my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t deny it earlier, either,” he shrugs. True. “Besides, isn’t that also a compliment?”

Now that he’s mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkook—to give the illusion that it’s you who’s got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.

“Hey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?” a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You don’t know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another male’s permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when you’re walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly can’t take a hint.

A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. It’s the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesn’t, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.

“You really showed him,” you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure you’re alright.

“Does that happen to you wherever you go?” he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.

“Usually when I’m out by myself.” Whether it’s the supermarket, the park, the office, you’ve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know you’re not the only one. ”But I’m used to it at this point.”

“Well, men are kind of shitty,” he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. You’ve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. It’s oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.

“I used to think that,” you admit as the two of you enter the office building. “But all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.”

For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.

“True. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isn’t that bad, huh.” He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. It’s a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. He’d handle you with so much care.

“You won’t let that go, will you?” you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. “Those baristas really think we’re dating now, you know.”

He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark. 

“I wonder why they think that about us.”

The second half of your day feels painfully long. It’s kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You can’t help it when he’s been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, there’s something so addicting about his company.

As you’re finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. It’s unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And it’s even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you can’t take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now you’re even more distracted.

“Hey, I saw you were online again last night,” says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. “Where was my invite?”

“Ah, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?” Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? “She helped me climb out of plat. She’s diamond.”

So what? That’s the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. You’re not a jealous person, but you are petty.

“How do you know she’s a she?” asks the engineer with plump lips.

“That’s what she told me,” Jungkook continues. “And it fits with the fact that she doesn’t use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.”

You nod along to that.

“What’s her username again? I wanna add her now,” the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.

“You just want to hit on her,” Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.

“Is she single? Or at least around our age?” asks the accountant.

“You guys are monsters,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.”

“Fine,” they all agree reluctantly.

You convince yourself that you’re only eavesdropping because they’re talking too loud, but you’re actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girl’s game stats stack up against yours. You’re quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.

“It’s CL, remember?”

“Oh right.”

No, not right. That’s definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy you’ve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.

Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?

“Ready to head out?” Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like you’re about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. “Whoa there.”

“My bad, I thought you were the enemy.” You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.

He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. “Who’s the enemy?”

“Marketing?” You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.

“Ah,” he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. You’ve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. “Glad I’m not your enemy. Wouldn’t want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.”

He points to your pretty manicure. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so there’s really no reason why he’d want to hold your hand.

So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. “Consider yourself stabbed.”

You try not to look at the boy’s wrinkly smile. But it’s incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the “it couple” of the office passing by. They don’t do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.

On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkook’s wrinkly smile. It’s making you sad.

“Can I ask you something?” he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. “How do you feel about dating a coworker?”

Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.

“You mean like Hyuna and Dawn?” You don’t have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, you’d do it too. But it doesn’t seem likely for you, and that’s what sucks.

“Just in general. Like, do you think it’s fine, or is it crossing the line?” he asks. Aha, you get it now. He’s asking for your opinion because he doesn’t want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.

“HR allows it, so I don’t really see a problem with it,” you answer honestly. Sure, you’d be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but you’re not going to be the one to ruin it for him.

“I’ve never seen you date anyone here, though.”

“Well I don’t get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.”

“What about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And don’t get me started on Kim Namjoon.” He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office who’ve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.

You’d love to know why he’s so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.

“Okay, I get it. I’ve been asked out a fair amount,” you sigh. “But it doesn’t really count if they aren’t the right person.”

That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear he’s a puppy. “Oh? Miss Y/N has a type?”

When you think about it, a few of the guys who’ve asked out were your type—smart, funny, hardworking—and yet you still said no. They’ve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. They’ve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a type.” It’s a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

You don’t like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He can’t hurt you if you stay silent.

As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. He’s awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.

“What if I told you there’s one more person in the office who’s interested in you?” he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.

The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.

You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesn’t know what to do with all this information.

You’d ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesn’t matter. You’d only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe he’s just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. It’s not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once he’s committed to someone else.

You’d rather walk alone at that point.

“A workplace romance sounds cool and all.” You point at the book in Jungkook’s hand while trying to keep a light tone. “But it’s just not for me. You know what I mean?”

He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. “Based on my history here, it’s probably not for me either.”

You know he’s poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesn’t actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he can’t chicken out now. As the person he’s confided in about his feelings, it’s your job to shower him with encouragement and support. You’ll have to wait until you’re back online, though.

On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a “mean taco salad” before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. You’ll try it when you get home.

Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.

Jungkook wasn’t lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a “mean taco salad.” Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no one’s going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself. 

It’s a little more see-through than you’re normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps you’re being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But it’s what you need right now because you’re desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with. 

It also couldn’t hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe you’ll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.

Unfortunately, there’s still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isn’t online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. You’re the team MVP for half those games—something you hadn’t achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. He’s a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. He’s lucky he hasn’t let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you can’t remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.

As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.

[Jklmnop is online!]

“wanna carry me to radiant?” he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.

“no,” you type as you join his party.

“what if i trade you my whale shark gun?”

“fine”

The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.

“It’s cute that you like that skin so much,” he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook weren’t the same person. There’s no mistaking that that’s the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasn’t capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. You’re just waiting for him to bring it up.

Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasn’t said anything about the mysterious You-know-who—which is weird, considering he wouldn’t shut up all weekend about how she’s “soft like a kitten” but “one that won’t hesitate to bring the claws out.” Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? He’s become a total cheeseball. And you can’t think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.

“any update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?” you type between rounds.

Jungkook’s character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until you’re the last one alive.

Usually in 1v5 situations like this, you’re great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you aren’t overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, you’re listening hard for the boy’s response to your question.

“Clutch this and I’ll give you an update on You-know-who,” he says after you cut the enemy team’s numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. That’s when you’ll swoop in and—

Your character falls face first into the snow. You’ve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.

At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.

“I’ve decided not to ask her out,” he says out of nowhere. “We have this wholesome thing between us, and it’s best if we keep it that way.”

“what makes you say that?” you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isn’t wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.

“Let’s just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized I’m not cut out for it.” He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? “She’s seen me going on date after date, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her away from wanting any part of that.”

He’s not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much he’d cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know she’d fall for him too. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. It’s just a matter of him vocalizing it.

“i still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,” you type away as you get headshot from who knows where. 

“She can’t hurt me if I stay silent,” Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like he’s trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.

“gj,” one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a “good job.” The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You don’t feel like playing anymore, anyway.

Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. He’d try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure you’re safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because it’s what he’s done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize it’s not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.

You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple “good night😴” to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “It was indeed a mean taco salad”

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “Btw did you finish the book?👀”

Jungkook🥴 [11:48PM] “Finished it in 4 hours😌”

Y/N🦈 [11:49PM] “Wanna drop it off to me now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:49PM] “Now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:50PM] “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “Yes but my cat can’t fall asleep without his bedtime story”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “🥺”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “^^^My cat”

Jungkook🥴 [11:54PM] “omw”

The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesn’t occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.

“All dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?” he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.

“I thought you said Christina Lauren doesn’t care about my lingerie.” You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkook’s sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course he’s hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesn’t have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.

“I stand by what I said.” He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. “It’s cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?”

“He is quite needy,” you play along. Too bad he’s already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldn’t mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.

“Well tell your needy cat I said goodnight.” He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didn’t call him all the way over here just for your cat’s sake.

“Jungkook,” you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.

He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. “Is this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?”

You shake your head. “It’s gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.”

“Whale shark gun?” He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. It’s aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).

“The one from the Gentle Giants collection,” you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. “In Valoranch.”

The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your “work from home” setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin Pokémon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea. 

Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. “Wait, you really play Valoranch? What’s your username?”

Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.

His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldn’t be doing.

“Then that means you know about…” He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.

You nod. “But I didn’t realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.”

“My voice and backstory didn’t give it away?” 

“It definitely sounded like you.” You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he can’t get a clear view of your face. “But how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still don’t know who she is, by the way.”

“You don’t?” Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boy’s face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldn’t beat himself up over the bizarre situation.

“Nope.” At least you don’t have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkook’s on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. “Regardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The thing is, you don’t know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’ll do it.” He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. “But only if you can figure out who it is.”

You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course you’ll lend an ear and play along if that’s what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you can’t say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that. 

“She’s on the design team.” Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces you’d actually recognize.

“She has the most complex coffee order I’ve ever seen.” More complex than yours?

“I impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.” Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.

“My second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.” Wait.

“And lastly, in case all of those other hints weren’t obvious enough, she has a needy cat who’s obsessed with Christina Lauren.” He strokes between your needy kitty’s ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat. 

Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets aren’t enough. And like a moth, you’re attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.

“Congratulations, you finally got the name right.” You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.

And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy who’s locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isn’t the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. You’d love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.

“I thought you said you weren’t down to date a coworker?” Smartass. You wouldn’t be sitting on top of his cock if you weren’t down to be more intimate with him.

“That only applies to everyone except you.” Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you aren’t cold anymore.

“What makes me so special?” he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie you’d secretly hoped he’d see on you.

You think about all the little things he does—he walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When he’s too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, you’ve come to realize this is his love language. 

“You might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me don’t go unnoticed.” You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesn’t initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. “Plus I think it’s really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.”

“That’s when I knew I was down bad.” The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. “I didn’t even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.”

“I knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,” you blurt out of nowhere.

“You did what, Y/N?”

“I started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?” Your face feels hot, but you aren’t complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.

In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, there’s no need to hide anymore. In fact, you’d be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.

Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasn’t giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.

“Am I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?” He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.

“No.” You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. “But I might be a little sore for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Is that how you like it?” He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell you’ve suffered through this year, you know it won’t take much for you to lose it. “Sure you can handle it?”

“Try me.” You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. You’re one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.

“Someone’s awfully eager,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contact—anywhere on your body will do.

“Yeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and it’d look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night having—” Your rambling is interrupted by the boy’s cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You don’t mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.

In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure you’re wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)

As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.

You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, you’re gonna have a difficult time holding on.

“I swear your nails are like cat claws,” he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.

“If I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isn’t afraid to bring her claws out,” you hum up at him.

“Hey, let’s not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.” There’s a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. “You weren’t supposed to hear that stuff.”

“Tell me something I’m supposed to hear,” you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.

“I would like to formally ask you out,” he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"

“You're a little late, buddy, but yes, I’ll go out with you,” you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering. 

Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.

You take a glance at the time on your phone. It’s getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:

A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.

B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computer’s still on.

C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.

None of those options sound like a bad idea when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.

[writeformesinpie]

Late Night Assignment

CEO Jungkook x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Your boss asks you to stay late even though he knows you have a date. Things end up getting heated. 

Genre - Office AU/Smut 

Warnings - Smut, flirting, slight degradation and name calling, vaginal sex, nipple play, language, teasing, unprotected sex, cream pie, etc  

Word Count - 2.7k

Tag List - @kpoptrashlord-007 @justanotherstarlightmonger

A/N - Oops, this was meant to be posted for Jungkook’s birthday - I’m only a couple of days late

    Desperate taps against the keyboard. Stolen glances at the computer's clock. A quick wave with a tight smile as your last coworker bids you farewell.

    You shouldn’t be here. It’s already too late. One more email and you’ll pack up.

    Nimble fingers glide across the table, one hand typing out your final salutation as the other digs into the drawer. Hooking a finger around the strap of your handbag, you press send and watch as your message disappears, on its way to another company, someone else’s problem.

    “There you are.”

    Your thumb hovers in front of the power button, your body leaning across the desk to reach it. Resisting the urge to run you instead take a deep breath of the office’s stale air. Closing your eyes tight, you compose yourself.

    “I wonder if you could help me figure out the Johnson case.”

    “The Johnson case?”

    Sitting back down you swivel in the black chair to face your boss. He’s smiling. Of course he’s smiling – he’s always smiling. His slicked back hair has loosened from the product he used this morning, his dark waves tumbling free to sweep across his face, giving him a more relaxed look.

    “Yeah, I need someone to bounce some ideas against.”

    “I can’t tonight. I told you I have a date.”

    “Oh?” There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes before his face stills into a frown. “Was that tonight?”

    He knows it’s tonight; you told him last week and you reminded him this morning that you needed to leave on time. Why is he acting like this now when just this morning he seemed so uninterested in the whole conversation? It’s just like him to change his mind at the last minute. Something tickles at the corner of his brain about the advertisement mere hours before the company is due to arrive for the scheduled presentation leaving destruction in his wake. Every hand on deck. Or worse, when much like tonight, he decides to change something right before you’re about to log out for the weekend.

    “Well, I’m sure he won’t mind waiting.”

    “Who said it was a he?”

    Jungkook gives you a onceover before letting his eyes focus on your face, his features tight and unforgiving. “I’m sure they won’t mind waiting.”

    “Are you seriously asking this of me right now?” There’s no point in asking, he’s already turning away, beckoning you with a flick of his wrist, not bothering to turn and see if you’re following. You punch the air a few times with tight balled fists before pulling out your phone and sending a message of sincere regret. The career you fought so hard to obtain is destroying your dating life. If you don’t leave this job soon you may very well end up a spinster.

    Dragging your feet, you take your time, dawdling towards Jungkook’s office. Pushing the door all the way open you waddle over to the furthest chair with a pout on your lips, resigning to sulk until he finally lets you go home. What a waste of a Friday night.

    “You don’t have to stay if you really don’t want to.” When you shoot up and take a step towards the door, he continues, “I guess I’ll just do it myself. All alone. It’ll take twice as long but that’s fine.”

    This time you give in to your inner urges, your eyes rolling so dramatically you’re afraid they might pop out of your skull. Shuffling closer you sit in the chair in front of his desk, grabbing the file and browsing its contents.

    “What do you need? It looks like everything is in order,” you say as you turn the last few pages. It looks like it’s been read at least fifty times, the pages creased with a few coffee stains littering the crisp white paper.

    “So what’s this date of yours like?”

    “Excuse me?”

    “What does he do? How long have you been talking?”

    Your knotted brows ease as you realise what this is all about. “Are you jealous?”

    “Jealous? Of course not,” he says leaning back, arms crossed in front of his chest as he snuggles into the plush chair. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not dating some loser.”

    “Oh? You’re worried about me?” you tease, a smirk adorning your lips.

    “Worried about the company. It’s inconvenient to have to deal with the mess that comes from a bad relationship. Or worse, a good one.”

    “What mess comes from a good relationship?”

    “Marriage. Taking time off from work for the honeymoon. Then children usually follow and that’s maternity leave. You might as well just be a stay-at-home mother at that point.”

    “What?” You laugh and shake your head. Is he being serious?

    “Kids are always getting sick. They carry viruses. They’re practically a walking disease. If you’re not taking off time for them you’ll be taking time off for yourself. Years of illnesses and for what?”

    “A life changing experience filled with joy, unconditional love and new life lessons?”

    “No. After 18 years��no, let's be serious, these days it’s well into the 20’s–after all that time and effort you put into raising and loving them they just up and leave. After all that sacrifice you are simply abandoned.”

    “That’s what the spouse is for.”

    “Unless they leave, too? Probably for a newer model.”

    “A newer model? What are we, cars?” Scrunching up your face, you lean over and pat him on the shoulder. “Who hurt you?”

    He looks from you to your hand (now rubbing his shoulder) then back to your face, his fierce eyes betraying his poker face. Dropping your hand, you ease onto the edge of his desk in an awkward attempt to make yourself look relaxed. Instead your skirt ends up tangling up under your butt, the fabric pulled tight against your thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. As you try to pull your skirt back down to an acceptable length in a nonchalant way you rock back and forth and end up knocking a stack of papers off of the desk.

    “Shit.”

    Jumping to the floor on your hands and knees, your arms flailing out in every direction, you scramble to collect the paperwork, jumbled in a puzzle of white. You have the worst luck. Jungkook clicks his teeth behind you as you mumble an apology and start the tedious process of piecing the piles back together.

    After a few moments, while wondering why Jungkook isn’t at least pretending to help, you sneak a look over your shoulder. Heat licks your cheeks and you snap your hand back around, pulling on your skirt. How could you be so stupid? The silky material of your skirt got caught up as you jumped to the floor exposing god only knows what to your boss. The way his eyes bore into yours with a distinct glimmer of lust makes you think he may have caught a glimpse of your lacy thong underneath.

    Scooping the last pile of paper together the heat of embarrassment spreads from your face to your core as you remember the look on his face. Raw. Animalistic. What is he thinking? It takes every ounce of your self respect not to turn and crawl towards him.

    The second hand ticks louder than before, bringing your attention to the large moon-shaped clock up on the wall. You’ve been here for only fifteen minutes yet it feels like an eternity.

    Standing you mutter, “Excuse me,” under your breath as you place the last stack back on the table. Refusing to look at him you instead hang your head as you continue, “Well, if that's all…”

    “You’re leaving already? But we haven’t even started.”

    “I think that’s enough humiliation for today,” you say, trudging towards the door.

    Before you can reach it however, you hear the familiar sound of paper plopping against the ground. With a snap of the neck you turn back towards Jungkook’s desk, your feet carrying you to the scene of the crime before you realise something. You were nowhere near the table when the new mishap happened and judging from Jungkook’s lazy grin as he continues to lean back in the office chair either was he.

    “Oops.”

    “Did you do that on purpose?” you ask from your half-squat position. Standing, you take a step back as he does the same, his steps quicker than your own, each stride bringing him closer until he is close enough to touch.

    “And what if I did?” His brow lifts on the last word as you back into the wall behind you. “Do you think I don’t notice your pitifully obvious attempts to catch my attention?”

    “What do you mean?” you practically scoff, turning your head to look away from him.

    “The slutty outfits.”

    “Slutty outfits! What outfits?”

    “The way you sashay around the office.”

    “We call that walking where I come from.”

    “The intoxicating perfume you adorn yourself with,” he says, his fingers twisting around your wrist to hold you in place as he leans close, his lips against your neck. “Every scent you wear is more exhilarating than the last.”

    His fingers dig into your flesh as he litters light kisses up your throat that leave a trail of fire against your skin, the rough and sweet a certain torture to your erratic heartbeat. A heartbeat that echoes under his very touch.

    This isn’t how you imagined him finally making his move. The slutty outfits, the tempting struts around the office, the scents. You had started to think he wasn’t interested. Who would’ve thought all it would take for him to notice was giving up?

    “Do you like it?”

    “Hmm?” His fingers entwine with yours above your head as he nibbles on your ear.

    “Today's perfume.”

    “I can’t get enough,” he says, a sly grin on his face as his fingers trace down the length of your arms. “You smell like spicy whipped cream. I want to take my time tasting every single inch of you but I can’t stand not having you another moment.”

    His teeth dig into your neck and you moan out from the pleasure and pain. Lifting you up he carries you over to his desk, leaning you against the edge as he shoves everything to the ground with a carnal growl. Papers flutter in the air and before you can fret about how long it’s going to take to get everything back in order your back knocks up against the cool mahogany wood beneath you.

    Agile fingers make quick work of your blouse. With a quick inhale of breath he takes a moment to drink you in as his hands explore your exposed skin. Your nipples perk up both due to his touch and the chilled breeze swirling down from the vent above Jungkook’s desk.

    “Is it always this cold here?”

    “I’ll warm you up,” he murmurs against your chest, one hand snaking under your skirt while the other cups your breast. While sucking on the supple skin, his fingers find your panties, damp and clinging to your throbbing cunt. His tongue glides across the rim of your nipple before rolling it gently between his teeth.

    Arching your back you grind your pussy against his fingers. Desperate for more you push against the constricting fabric as far as you can. He drags your lace thong down to your ankles and leaves them dangling on one foot as he turns his attention back to your core. His fingers trace messages against your clit as he continues to dine on your swollen breasts.

    “Stop teasing me, Kookie,” you moan the words, ignoring his raised brow as he kisses his way up the middle of your chest. “Just fuck me already.”

    “Patience is a virtue, beautiful.”

    “I don’t want to be virtuous,” you say, shifting back and forth under him. He pulls his fingers out from under your skirt and you let out a whine.

    “Suck,” he commands, his fingers hover in front of your mouth. Parting your lips he slips them inside. Your tongue glides against his digits a few times before you clamp down sucking on them like they’re an ice block. Almost as delicious. “Good girl.”

    Pulling them back he ignores your pout, shoving his hand back between your thighs. Biting your bottom lip you watch as he slips one of his fingers inside. Slow. Controlled. He has the power and he refuses to let it go. Not that you mind. You try to keep your eyes glued to his but by the time he slides in the third finger you’re writhing under his touch, the cool air from the vent no longer enough to keep the heat building between you at bay.

    “It’s okay, baby, you can come.”

    “No.”

    “No?”

    “No,” you sob, the pleasure continuing to build as he quickens the pace of his fingers. “No, I want you inside. I want to come with you.”

    He pulls out his fingers with a chuckle, the slick sound of your excitement quickly followed by the clinking sound of his belt buckle and the pull of his zipper. He stares down at you licking his fingers with a hum, his dick nuzzling up against your pussy before he pulls back. Before you can complain his lips are on yours, his hands in your hair pulling you closer. Bruising kisses follow tiny nips then his tongue dances along your lips before he pushes inside you, his full girth filling every inch of your cunt.

    “Oh my God,” you sputter out the words and it comes out distorted as he sucks on your bottom lip. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he thrusts his hips against yours, his thick cock propelling deep within your tight walls.

    The musky smell of his sweat combined with the sweet aroma of his cologne fills the room as the sound of skin on skin rebounds off the walls. Sweat trickles down the back of your neck as his pace quickens. Raking your nails up the bulging muscles of his arms you toss your head back and forth unable to utter a word. Breathless.

    Savage hunger burns inside as you buck your hips up in time to meet his. Frantic desire fills you to the core, seeping out of every pore. It’s not enough. You want him to fill you more.

    “Don’t you dare stop,” you say, the words practically a growl from between clenched teeth. He smirks down at you but he doesn’t stop, instead his pace increases. He drills deep inside, each thrust eliciting a guttural moan.

    Curling toes and fingers digging into the taut flesh of his shoulders hint at your climax and somehow he hastens the velocity of his movements. You blink away tears as your body erupts into liquid fire, a demonic spark of pure ecstasy rippling waves of fire across your skin.

    You allow yourself to drown in the pleasure as your body jerks in unison with Jungkook’s soothing movements. His cock throbs and pulses inside of you, his body tensing as he cages you within. He rocks back and forth a few more times before he relaxes against you, pinning you under him. Panting you wrap your arm across his back and kiss his neck, the smell of his skin easing you back into a comfortable rhythm.

    “That was hot,” you purr against his ear, raking your fingers through his black waves. The mess on the floor catches your eyes and you make a move to get up.

    “Where do you think you’re going?” You motion towards the paperwork and office supplies scattered across the floor. “Leave it.”

    “It won’t take long to–”

    “It’ll just end up back on the floor again,” he says, his lips trailing across your neck down your throat.

    “Are you trying to fuck me until I can’t stand?”

    “I like the sound of that,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. He pushes his cock back inside with ease causing both his come and your previous arousal to drip down your cunt. “But don’t worry, I can carry you to my car when we’re done.”

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Office Santa (M) [JJK]

Office Santa [Jungkook x Female Reader]

⟶ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader ⟶ Genre: Office!Au, Holiday Party!Au, Christmas!Au, PWP, One-Shot, 18+ ⟶ WC: 7.4k+ ⟶ Warnings: alcohol, swearing, oral (m), fingering, small tit-play, unprotected sex, etc ⟶ Summary: On the verge of leaving the office Christmas party, you find a reason to stay just a little bit longer. ⟶ Author’s Note: This came to me on a whim. It’s been a long while since I’ve written for Jungkook, so I’m happy I finally could muster something for you readers! Currently I have not gotten a beta, please excuse any grammar mistakes. If you see something, kindly message me and help your girl out. Other than that, please enjoy this little fic!

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It’s your typical, over the top, annual Christmas office party. Suffering at the hands of HTU Tech’s lame excuse to extend congratulations to their employees for pouring endless hours of their life to keep the company on the ground. Being a lead systems engineer isn’t exactly what you wanted for yourself, but it comes easy when you surpass all your education with flying colors. It immediately landed you a career with one of the most renowned internet companies, and shortly after being hired you moved up the rankings.

But enough about you. You can care less about going on with your achievements as you aimlessly sip your dry martini. The olive speared stirrer gives you entertainment as you pretend to listen to your coworkers speak among another. Your true entertainment lands on the male standing across the busy room with his blonde hair teased and tucked behind a jeweled ear – showing off the dark undercut that hides beneath. The color is toned and perfectly compliments his gorgeous skin shade; you’ve always had thoughts of asking him who his hairdresser is. 

He wears all black. A silk button up with sleeves rolled up his forearms and tucked in at the waist, secured with a belt with a gold chape. Drawings of black ink tattooed into his skin peek out on his right forearm — you have never once seen them all in their full beauty or how deliciously far up they roam on his body. But you would give a thousand hours, maybe more, of your precious time to find out.

He’s your supervisor, Jeon Jungkook. At the ripe age of 30, he is the youngest chief technical officer known to the area. His father, the CEO of the company is to thank for his current status. But from all you know of Jungkook, he’s a perfectionist at heart. If he couldn’t handle the stresses of a CTO, he probably wouldn’t be placed in such a position.

You have no complaints on the matter. Month in and month out, you’re greeted with his presence. And boy, do you have a massive crush on this stallion of a male. The funny thing is, you don’t need to admit such admiration out in the open. Jungkook surely knows simply by the way you interact with him. With hopeless eyes and kind gestures of doing nearly everything he asks of you, he has you eating right out of the palms of his hands without even trying.

Jungkook entertains it – your crush. With subtle glints of flirtations and constantly blessing you with his attendance in your office. You would even dare to say he enjoys a good venting session. You’ve become something like an open ear for him, someone he can just speak with during work.

It’s only stayed within work too – the contact. Not once have you and Jungkook interacted outside these building walls. Neither one of you attempted to do so. And perhaps that’s best.

Because as the crowded office continues to fill with 200 of HTU Tech employees, you realize how large the world is. How many obstacles and potential roadblocks there can be if you even attempted to speak to Jungkook outside of a work occasion. The safety of finding out more of him would only be the times in your office while you diligently type away at your computer and hack and create codings.

Your martini disappears over the course of time as you continue to glance over at Jungkook who casually sips from his whiskey glass. It’s filled with scotch and an orange slice – called a Rusty Nail. You reckon he’s been tipping those back for hours now. All the while the party continues to exist and expand, stretching into the colder hours of the night.

Jungkook catches your eyes a few times. It always sends heat to your body and your heart begins racing. You want to blame the alcohol or the infuriating holiday lights gleaming down brightly, but you know the truth.

Even when you are never given a real sign of Jungkook’s interest in you, nothing concrete, you still hope there can be something. You cling onto the idea of him maybe one day slipping like when one steps on black ice. Hidden and deadly. Where your feet take out from under you and you land straight on your ass. That’s what you secretly crave and pray for.

A waiter comes over with a tray and another dry martini for you and you happily grab at the thin glass stem, bringing the liquid to your lips as you touch the rim. You’re not drinking your sorrows away, you’re just trying to enjoy the rest of the party before you depart back to your lonely apartment.

“And you still choose not to dance,” one of your closer coworkers, Jessi, comments. Her lips are pursed in displeasure.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” you reply with a shrug.

The subtle heat burning down your throat from the alcohol is preferred in comparison to the pain your heels would endure if you danced the night away. Who wants their feet to be achy?

Jessi places a hand on your shoulder to give you an encouraging nudge, “I’m sure you’re lying.”

“It will be a secret you’ll never find out,” you stubbornly sit firm. You give her a brief warning look through the corner of your eyes, hoping she understands to not press you on the matter. “Besides, I’ll be heading out soon anyways. I’m getting uncomfortable being here longer than I need to be.”

A scoff resounds next to you, Jessi rolling her eyes while she admits defeat. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning back into her chair as her eyes scan the dancefloor. It’s not that she needs you to go out there and enjoy herself, she’s perfectly fine on her own. But seeing her office buddy do nothing after dolling herself up is a bitter disappointment.

“I’m sure you’d catch the eye of you-know-who if you were out there.”

You shove yourself from the table, your chair protests with a skidding sound against the tiled floor below you. Your eyes snap to Jessi as you stand, gathering your minibag under your arm.

“I don’t need to dance to get his attention. I can easily have a conversation with him if I cared to. And I don’t,” you lie.

There’s a chime that rings from your cell phone. As you gather your coat from the back of your seat, you spy the notorious name on the bright screen in the palm of your hand. A small smirk grows on your lips before you chug the rest of your martini, letting the base of the glass on the table with a thud.

“See ya,” Jessi doesn’t spare you another glance. Already moved on to newer interests as her hand slides around the arm of the man sitting next to her. She knows she has lost you for the night, but unbothered by your quick withdrawal.

You gather yourself, walking away from the bulk of the party towards the stairs. With your nose in your phone, you walk your way towards your office one step at a time. Grinning ear to ear at the flutter of texts that gained your desperate attention.

[Superior J]: Where are you heading to?

[You]: Mind your business

[Superior J]: Is that any way to speak to your boss?

[You]: I didn’t realize I was texting the CEO…

[Superior J]: 🙄

[Superior J]: I’m still above you

[Superior J]: The gift exchange hasn’t happened yet

[You]: I know. 

[You]: I’m just grabbing my gift from my office and heading out after 👍

Your feet have brought you straight to the frame of your office door, distant from the busy gathering. Quiet. A white board with writing and magnets hang on the outside, notes and random drawings are littered across its expanse. Your freshly manicured fingers press into the keypad that unlocks your door with a special code – 0711 – and with the click of the door closing behind you you step further into your personal office.

Inside, you flick on a small light after you place your belongings on top of your desk. Aimless papers are scattered around, loads of your hard work on full display as you piece everything together like a diagram. The mess only makes sense to you; if any prying eyes dare to decipher what you have riddled all across your entire office, they’d be stuck in here all week.

One of your filing cabinets – the one decorated like a snowman made out of office supplies – holds the gift for your Secret Santa. You placed it here because it was easy to remember.

A bluetooth speaker and small flowering bonsai plant kit. It blossoms a blush toned flower during the spring and even during the fall with proper care. The wireless speaker is just an added bonus to the gift. You tied red and green ribbons around each of them, a bit lazy on your end but still maintained your festive requirements. You’re positive that your office-buddy, Namjoon — the one in the HR department, would enjoy these given his love for soft instrumental music and plant-life.

Two taps hit the other side of your office door. From the blurred glass you can see the silhouette of a person who shifts on their heels. You step up to the door, swinging it open to reveal a tall and handsome Jungkook, standing there with two empty glasses secured between his fingers and a highly expensive bottle of red wine in the other. He holds them up with a toothy grin on his face. Jungkook’s jaw slackens as he slowly eyes you up and down, running his tongue along his pearly whites. Your heart skips a beat when his gaze jumps to lock eyes with yours. You can clearly see the powerful, hungered vigor brewing in those deep brown irises that glint with mischief. One single eyebrow raise and you already lose any leverage you thought you could have on him.

There is a weakness you have towards a man who looks fine in a dress shirt and pants. Even more of a weakness with someone who has styled locks, a sharp jawline, determined nature, and an alternative edge to their appearance.

Almost like a bad boy who dresses up far too nicely. Where blacks, grays, and the occasional tans are his color pallet. Form fitting to his toned body which you can only guess he must have based on how the clothes fit on him.

You sigh in defeat, opening up a way for Jungkook to waltz right past you and into your office as if he owns the place. He settles the bottle and glasses on an open space on your desk, already twisting the top off and pouring the sinful liquid equally between the two full-bodied wine glasses. The bottle reads 1990 Chateau Petrus; the name alone sends a chill down the base of your spine.

“Not too much,” you refer to the glass half full. Your office door closes behind you as you walk towards the desk. “I’ve had plenty enough to drink tonight.”

Jungkook lifts your glass toward you, his ring clad fingers draw your sight instantly. “It’s expensive, I requested this one personally when we hired the open bar,” he announces. “You’ll enjoy it.”

You give him a sly look as you narrow your eyes at him, holding up the glass to your nose to inhale a quick whiff. To label the smell – it smells expressive and sophisticated, like a ripe fruit mixed with vanilla aromas. 

Almost like how you can describe the man who is standing in front of you.

He grins to himself as he waits to clink his glass with yours, a nonverbal cheer between the two of you – but for what? You don’t know. The dark red wine tastes extremely silky and mixed with a superb flavor concentration. Muscular but refined and toned. 

Almost just like how you think he must be under those black clothes.

The two of you tilt back a delicious portion of the liquid and each settle with a coquettish moan. An unnecessary sound for both of your ears, but neither one of you protest the act.

“Not bad,” you state as your eyes watch the liquid swirl in your glass.

“Better than those dry martinis you enjoyed yourself with,” Jungkook teases. He decides to sit in your chair as he lounges back to find himself in a comfortable position. His free hand begins to flick through random pieces of paper among your desk while avoiding the coat and purse you have plopped on the surface.

“Probably better than that pathetic excuse of that scotch you favor so much.”

You see how the playful bluntness fuels Jungkook to another level. It stirs something inside him and possibly that is why he confines in you more often than so.

“Want to tell me what these papers are all about?” He points a few packets stapled together. “Important or just brainstorming?”

“Brainstorming is important,” you admit. You snatch a clump of papers up with one hand, placing them to the side in a bin and away from Jungkook’s prying eyes. “You wouldn’t have a chance of understanding this. It’s all disorganized right now. Besides, we’re not working right now. So unless you want to pay me for discussing work-related things, then I suggest you change the topic.”

You watch as Jungkook refuses to look up at you as his eyes remain busy looking at your etchings and symbols written on your desk. His tongue prods the inside of his cheek ever-so-slightly, just enough to know you’re winding him up. The lines in his cheeks stand out when he sucks in. You would be stuck there for ages just staring at how attractive it is until the shine of his earrings catches your attention, glinting in the low lighted room.

“Fair enough,” he speaks. His wine glass is emptied into his mouth before placing it to the side. Finally, he is ready to give you his undivided attention. “Then talk to me about your choice of attire for tonight,” his hand points as he nods at you. “This,” — he smiles with his eyes as they trail you from head to toe — “Has nothing to do with work.”

A crushed burgundy velvet dress stretches around each curve of your body all the way down to your ankles. It’s cut from spaghetti straps, dipping low enough to tease any eye of your upper chest. Personally, you love the feeling of the fabric as you run your hands across it. Not only does it feel great, but it also tames your nerves whenever they act up — coaxing you calm. To match the lovely piece, you paired a black leather jacket with shiny silver buckles. Your heels help you stand taller, strapped around the front of your foot with a classy rounded toe, sparkling with silver.

Of course this is not your typical work clothes; it is a holiday party after all. And you surely are not the only one who is ‘dressed up’ for the occasion. Even Jungkook wears a franicer brand of clothes. He’s just not entertaining the spirit with reds or greens.

Typically in a work environment, everything — and you do mean everything — is strictly business. There’s no foolish nonsense or slacking off in this office. When your superior, Jungkook, wants something he expects to receive it in a timely manner. Sure he plays around with the ideas of certain phrases or words that will leave a lingering thought in your head. Teasing you with lighthearted flirtation; that’s just how Jungkook communicates.

But the way he looks at you right now, as if you are a meal he wants to devour, ignites something deep inside of you, causing a wave of arousal to flood your senses. It’s nearly haunting with his hooded eyes hiding the lust that pools in them. It’s a different look than you’re used to and it’s turning you on, making your insides turn and do flips with excitement.

“It’s a holiday party,” you remind him of the obvious. Heat sparks inside your body, “It’s a perfect excuse to dress up. Do you like it?”

Jungkook contemplates his response with pursed lips. He gives you a questionable look, one that looks like he’ll ask you “are you serious?”

“Of course.” His words come out clean and smooth. There is no hesitation with the truth dripping from his lips. He announces his likeness with confidence as his eyes remain glued to you. “It’s different from what I normally see you in, even the make-up,” he states the obvious, “Maybe we should change the dress code.”

You laugh with a scoff, shaking your head as you favor another sip of your wine. “I don’t think most of the staff can handle dressing up to this extent every day for work.”

Jungkook leans forward in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. He engages his direction at you, tilting his head to the left as bleached strands of hair carelessly fall flat against his face. You can tell he’s ran his hands through his golden mane at least a hundred times tonight with the lack of styled gel or hairspray — making his usual upkept style look disarrayed and messy. It’s so inviting to you, creating images in your head as if you were the one to run your fingers through it and fist it. Under the low light of your office you also still notice his black roots that protrude so dominantly from the blonde. It’s like a bright, beautiful sunshine trying to hide the darkness and failing to do so.

“I was talking about now,” he admits with a quick wiggle to his eyebrows.

You don’t take the hint at first. Thinking immediately how this can just be another trick up his sleeve to get you flustered. How your soft pining for months on end has only ever been a fun game for Jungkook and teasing and toying with you; you assume this is just another occasion. 

So it’s no surprise to him when you still yourself in place, freezing under the pressure of a possible ‘what if' solution. The glass tightens in your hold as your mind washes over with endless thoughts of Jungook’s suggestive approach.

“Excuse me?” The words come out panicked, you don’t mean for it to.

Jungkook gives you that cheeky smile — the one that you know he’s satisfied with a good joke or when he first tastes a well made grilled pork belly (you can thank all the group office lunches for knowing this one). He stands suddenly, angling his body enough to lean his lower half against the edge of your desk. His movement makes you take a quick step back, but as you see him comfortably making himself a spot you ease up on the tension building inside of you.

He opens up his palm toward you and offers his hand to take. A clear cut sign that he’s requesting you. He moves his fingers in a come-hither motion, beckoning you to step in front of him.

“I’m saying you look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/n, and I want to see what you’re hiding underneath all that.”

The pounding of your heart only gets louder as it practically bursts out of your chest. You pray that Jungkook doesn’t hear it beating so rapidly. There’s a delay with your step, but you slowly reach out with your free hand nonetheless.

Jungkook pulls you in softly when his fingers hook around your palm, enclosing your hand with his. You slot perfectly right between his legs that act as a shield, caging you inside a smaller area and closing the space between the two of you. The warmth of his thick thighs barely touch either side of you, it sets a blaze within your body.

Tentatively, Jungkook caresses your wrist, guiding his hand up the underside of your arm to your elbow and soon to your waist. His fingers fiddle with the velvety smooth material of your dress, sketching small circles into the crushed pattern.

Heat takes over your body, you can feel it like flames are engulfing you. You’re far beyond a melting point. You’re being burned by the impressions his body is leaving on you, branding the memory and physical feeling to your skin. The ghost of Jungkook’s touch will now and forever come to your wake, reminding you how dangerously deadly he truly is to your well being.

“Don’t be shy,” he whispers as he politely takes the wine glass from your hold and places it aside. 

Jungkook licks his lips when the palm of his hand wraps around the small of your back. He nudges you even closer, making your thighs squeeze between his. You’re face to face with Jungkook as your hands begin to clam up and pussy begins to drip onto your panties. You can feel your nerves messing with your body, shaking your hands when you gently slide them to his upper chest, feeling the way his pectorals flex under the first contact. Even through a silk material, you can tell he’s fully defined — ripped and plump. The tips of his nipples stand out as they harden because of you, roaming your digits across his full chest.

Oh, you’re such a whore for a good rack on a man. Even more of a whore for him with his strong shoulders that sit relaxed with muscle, high and mighty, stretching the black material painfully tight around them. The most sinful of whores when those are paired with long lengthy legs that are defined by the Gods themselves, in which your supervisor just so happens to have. 

Jeon Jungkook is completely unfair to you. He quite literally hits all the check marks of what you find attractive in a man. And here he is, reeling you in like a fish caught on a line of his rod.

Speaking of that… You swallow thickly as you fight to look past his handsome chiseled features and toward his pelvis. Seeing how his dress pants bunch up from the angle of his legs but also from a hardening cock that is in the beginnings of straining against the material. That’s when you release a deep exhale of realization. Where you know this isn’t some game and what Jungkook is doing to you is because he is affected by you too.

“J-Jungkook?” you question with shock. The anxiety of fever courses through your body like race cars speeding on their track, running laps around in circles. You’re quite ready to burst like how a balloon does when too much air fills it up.

“Shh,” he attempts to hush you. He keeps his voice calm and low, maintaining confidence. His head leans towards you, slotting it dangerously close to the nook of your neck. Jungkook catches a whiff of your perfume as his nose runs up your skin. “I want to give you this if you let me.”

You shiver with a light moan escaping your throat. The contact alone makes your nipples rise and legs squeeze together. Your fists tighten on his shirt, accidentally pulling out the top button in the jist of the action.

“Give me what?” You dare ask.

Jungkook’s mouth hovers over your neck. Hot, heated breath fanning out. Your nails threaten to scratch over the fabric, talons coming to grip onto reality. He smiles with a hum, his eyes shutting as he nuzzles his face. His lips press into your pulsepoint, peppering small kisses up and down. You barely can feel the light sensation of the tip of his tongue leaving a line of saliva on your skin.

“My dick,” he states. “We don’t have too much time. They’re beginning to give out gifts downstairs.”

You gasp when Jungkook’s teeth scrap over you, pulling at the taut skin of your neck. He grins to himself when he hears your reaction and feels when you wiggle in his grasp. You can go weak at the knees in an instant from his touch, his heedy flattery. The one thing he doesn’t read from your body language or voice is any form of protest. And he takes it as a green light, to continue his pursuit to you.

“We shouldn’t,” you gulp. “What if someone is looking for us?”

“Nobody will be looking for you” – he kisses your jawline – “Because I’m your Secret Santa and I’ve already found you.”

You feel his fingers grip your jaw as Jungkook leans back just enough to stare up at you through lust filled eyes. He wears a lopsided grin. His beautiful brown eyes are trained on your lipstick covered lips and he can’t help but wonder how they look over his cock. With your sharp tongue and blunt responses he fully believes you can do wonders with this beautiful mouth of yours.

“Fuck,” you curse with an angered whine. You’re completely lost when you gaze over his features. Admiring the few and far speckled moles and freckles that decorate his caramel skin. “You’re infuriating, do you know that?” Your inflamed anger – anguish – takes over. The rage within you is not true fury. It’s the annoyance of how easily you become such a little vexed slut for him. Aggravated because you simply cannot say no to this man. “You’re so annoying!”

“You like me,” he teases. He raises his eyebrows to taunt you as well. “I could ask you to jump and you’ll say “How high?”.”

“You’re right,” you declare. To give him the satisfaction of being right. Your hands run up to hook around his sturdy neck, feeling the buzzed undercut on the tips of your fingers. “And you love it,” you throw shade back to him. Giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I loved it the moment I realized how easy it is for me to get under your skin. Having such an obedient body underneath my guidance. Listening intentionally to each of my words.”

You know he’s referencing work, but he purposely uses certain phrases and sayings to draw your imagination to another realm. A different, dirtier, dimension.

Jungkook runs his hands along the sides of your body, crunching up pieces of your dress with his fists. He pulls you flatter against him, closing any proximity between the two of you, and finally you feel it. A hardened cock right against your front, caged inside the barricades of his pants. He holds you there, waiting for your move.

And you give in so easily. Pulling his face towards you as you lock your lips onto his, nearly smashing into another from all the months of pining and longing for his touch. You taste him the second he sneaks his tongue out, licking at the seam of your lips and prodding inside of your mouth. His hand reaches around to cup an asscheek, squeezing the bulk of it tightly.

You run your fingers up the base of his scalp, grooming his precious locks and messing them up further. Jungkook continues to push you onto him as you’re happily willing to lean your entire body. Pressing yourself further into the clutches of your supervisor.

“I want to suck you off,” you mumble against his lips. You hear the rattling of his belt buckle loosening up along his waist – Jungkook clearly would like that very much. “Right now!”

It’s all in a haste with the time constraints going against the two of you, so you waste no seconds in between. Dropping quickly to your knees as you assist Jungkook with releasing his cock from the obstacle of his zipper.

As it finally reveals, you don’t spare a moment to appreciate for all it’s worth. The length, the girth, the beautiful round of his mushroom cockhead – not even the beautiful protruding veins from the underside of his shaft.

None of that matters right now. You gobble down a mouthful before he’s able to shove the material of his pants down his thighs. Lips latching around the circumference of his cock as you stick your tongue out while sliding down further. You lather him up with your spit, making the glide of your mouth smoother as you coat him. He tastes a little salty, probably from a long day's use, but you like it. It’s almost hinted with a powdery musk that reminds you of sandalwood and rose petals – or maybe that’s just the alcohol confusing you. Whichever it may be, you fully devour the length of Jungkook with eagerness. Sliding his whole extent inside of your mouth and down your throat.

It reaches past the opening of your throat, stretching it wide to accommodate as much as possible. Your nose presses right into the trimmed pubes on his pelvis as you settle there to acknowledge and value the sweet, sweet soft whines escaping from Jungkook. His hand, running hot from how heated he’s become, places itself on the back of your head. Guiding you up and down on his shaft.

You’re slobbering all over him, using your fingers to pull his briefs and the elastic of his pants further down to not dirty them with your saliva.

Jungkook quickly becomes a mess of light tenor whines. It fuels your ambitions toward him, knowing you’re causing such an approving feeling of pleasure for him. He sounds amazing, even tastes amazing as you flatten out your tongue and lick right up his shaft.

But suddenly you rip away from his cock, pulsating with how close and desperate his orgasm is. He leans there, jaw-slackened and in a trance of betrayal from having pleasure ripped right out from under him and a fading climax.

Turning around, you tease the idea of your body as you raise your dress slowly. You look over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips, with the full intent to provoke Jungkook, to make him snap out of his daze. You use the high slit in your dress to reveal more of your upper thigh, showing Jungkook how easy of an access he can have. All he needs to do is come and get it.

Jungkook’s hands shoot out to grab at your elbows, pulling you back against him. Ass flat against the seat of his lap, molding you against him. You arch your back just enough to make your ass stick out more prominently, nudging right onto his slickened cock.

“Lift,” he pushes the material of your dress up. His hands roam greedily across your front, one dipping between the junction of your thighs to feel the sheer thong you wear and the other groping one of your boobs. Jungkook can feel how wet you are for him, using his rough fingertips to run along the slit of your folds, pressing the material of your panties into you. “You’re so dirty. So wet. I can’t wait to fuck you onto my dick.”

“C-Condom?,” you choke out a moan. He pinches at your nipple as his skillful fingers pull your panties aside and dips two of them into your leaking cunt. Jungkook’s face presses into your shoulder as he breathes out heavily, trying to draw your last breath out of you to make you breathless. “Jungkook! Condom!”

“I have one just for you,” he says with gruff. He plunges two fingers inside of your entrance, curling them sinfully once he hits the second knuckle. A sigh emits from his mouth, “Right in my wallet. Downstairs in my jacket.” He grasps your tit greedily, making it near to painful as he vigorously finger-fucks you. “Whoops,” he laughs sarcastically. Jungkook spreads his fingers in a scissoring motion, rotating them to spread your walls open. A sobbing moan leaves your throat as your legs begin to shake. 

You clench around his fingers and dirty words – how carelessly he just so happened to forget a condom. But his mouth is not making love to the shoulder of your skin as the strap of your dress falls down your shoulder, his fingers spellbind you and coax your mind into thinking that being irresponsible is better tasting than sugar.

“You’re kidding me,” you laugh. You’re slickening up his fingers with your arousal, making it easier for him to shove another one in. You spread open your legs wider, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Will you let me fuck you like this?” He whispers against your shoulder. Lips tormenting you as he sucks against a piece of flesh. “Raw?”

His bewitching capability with his hands along makes you fall harder for the idea. It twists the thoughts into your mind and floods your senses with only wanting one thing – which is pleasure.

“Or,” he huffs, “Shall I finger you until you’re right on the brink of cumming into my hand. Then tear away that chance just how you did me? I can draw it out for hours, making your body ache with tense muscles and a teased pussy. Would you like that?”

“We’re in a time crunch,” you remind him. “There’s no hours here to have.”

“Then decide fast,” he bites. His fingers dive deeper into your pussy, producing an obscenely loud squelching noise.

Your mouth goes dry with how you desperately breathe. You need him. You want him.

“Fuck it. Make it fast,” you surrender.

Jungkook traps your body immediately under him, swapping your bodies and twisting you around to press you against the desk. He feels heavy and blazing warm, tension rising as his own desperation comes pouring out of him. 

His hand collects the train of your dress and lifts it high above your ass as his hand presses you down against the top of all your scattered papers and coat. Jungkook grips his large hand around the naked base of his cock, tugging at it and squeezing every time it throbs in his hold. His fingers that were once inside your cunt now spreads your arousal over his cock, brushing the engorged head of his dick between your lubricous lips. The sensation itself is maddening enough to have you pushing your hips eagerly back to feel him. Wanting him to spear right into your walls.

“I knew you’d say yes,” he practically growls with a carnal rumble inside his chest. He places a hand on your hip; you can feel his nail digging deeply into your dress and surely will cause crescent indents on your skin.

“I said make it – Oh!”

You bite back your curses when Jungkook’s hips stutter forward on your impatient request, his length and girth starts entering you at a quick pace. Your lungs hurt from the excessive gasp you intake as shaky whimpers tumble from your lips. His enlarged dick, fully aroused and stiff, finally gets to explore the slipper velvet interior of your hot core.

Jungkook could care less with a slow adjustment for you, especially how you declared the needed pace of events. He refuses to go anything but fast, sinking himself to the hilt as you grit your teeth in an attempt to make it easier to endure.

“Shit,” you both simultaneously speak into the air.

Inch by tasty inch, he fills you to the brim with his cock. Pushing snug against your cervix and balls resting against your pussy lips. Jungkook drags his cock partly back out of your sobbing hole, a fresh coat of your glistening arousal casts a beautiful clear sheen on his raging erection. The sight makes him salivate, a mouth-watering and utmost beautiful scene he has ever seen. Just when you think you can breathe a breath of comfort, he sheaths himself back inside of you with a sigh of pure relief.

You crane your neck to look back at him, seeking the sight of Jungkook’s concentrating face and biting harshly down on his bottom lip. With a hand still tight on your hip, the other rests on your shoulder – using it to slink you back onto his pelvis as he runs full-blown assault on your cunt. Fucking into you hard, having your legs bang into the desk as you drool over your papers. His relentless thrusts hardly let up. His eyes glance over to yours briefly, seeing how they plead with a need.

He complies to you, knowing exactly how you want his lips on yours. Jungkook leans down, rolling his hips into you at a constant pace but pulls you up just a bit with his hand around your neck. Your body melts into his touch soon enough as his soft lips mold into yours, tense muscles relaxing as he calms you down with a languid kiss.

“I’m s-so close,” you whisper into his moistened lips. Soft whines already start to slip from your tongue. His pace quickens, knowing he, too, is also close to his release. “Jungkook,” you warn as your eyes shut with impending bliss.

Jungkook’s breath comes out quiet yet rugged. His rough hips continue to snap against your ass and increasingly becomes harder upon receiving your words. All those thoughts of seeing you wiggling underneath his body, all the times he’s pondered how your body feels against his fuels his imagination up until this point.

“Where do you want it?” He questions as his pelvis pounds into you.

You, on the last shred of your own sanity, dangle on a thin string. Your eyes shut tight, gleeful tears break the edges of your eyes and leak down your make-up. Your arousal builds with every heavy drag of his length against your insides. What stirs you the most crazy is hearing, and basking in full on glory, of the beautiful vocalization of Jungkook’s increasing pleasure. The sweet sounds of his lupine moans and guttural grunts as he loses himself inside you. It sounds like a sinful song and causes that tightening coil of tension in the pit of your stomach to snap open at any given moment.

Jungkook’s hold on your neck tightens as harsh trusts slam into you, each releasing an angry huff from his nose. He presses you into your desk, shifting the piece of furniture slightly with his strength. Your pussy flutters around his cock, arousal dripping down your inner thighs as you do nothing but wriggle under him.

“I d-don’t care,” you moan. You’re diving nose first into an ocean of pure bliss as your climax hits you so hard that your vision blurs. A loud sob falls from your lips and babbling curses soon follow. “Holy shit!”

“Look at you go,” Jungkook praises you proudly, kissing your cheek to your neck. “I’m going to bury myself in you,” he states. Smiling against your skin, “I hope you’re ready.”

And surely you are. Even though your pussy is spent from his onslaught, you continue to back yourself into him until he is ready to slip into madness. Make his entire body shudder before he vehemently plows his cock into you at least a dozen more times in sporadic, faltering thrusts. Jungkook’s eyes screw shut, hands gripping on either side of your hips and squeezing your flesh helplessly. Your walls continue to clench with excitement around his bulky shaft, making it his tipping point. Where he falls into himself and unloads everything inside of you as he holds you impaled on his pulsating cock. Spurting an abundant amount of his hot cum into every nook and cranny of your silky core, making sure not a single spot is left unpainted. His orgasm lasts for several moments as he stills, a strains growl resounding from his chest and a melodic whine slipping out of his pink lips. Drops of his sticky off-white fluid starts to trickle down your folds from bursting out the seams.

The two of you stay in that position for minutes until you’re drawn back to reality. Heavenly relief washes over the both of you as sensations that run through your body relax. You begin taking in your surroundings for the first time since you have both lost any notion of space and time, forgetting you’re in the middle of your closed off office, at work, where a holiday party continues to roar down the stairs. Your desk has shifted a good foot from its original resting place, papers have fallen or crumpled from your fist, and a mess has been made of your pussy.

Jungkook pants behind you, forehead resting on your back as he catches his breath, sweat dripping off the side of his face.

“Y/n,” he rasps, trying to recollect himself. “Are you good?”

You nod, a soft smile curling your lips. You wait for him to lean up and pull out until you stand up straight. Your hands feel around your hair, making sure everything is still in place. You pull up the straps of your dress and situate the body and skirt. Lastly, you cup your sex with your hand as you search for a solution of the mixture of both of your cum’s falling so freely from you. The nearest bathroom is down the hall, you can make it as long as there is nobody else around.

“I’m great.”

“Good,” he hums. 

Jungkook tucks himself away and fixes his shirt and pants. In the low lighting you spy a small red scratch along his chest before he buttons it back up, knowing very well you have caused that mark on him.

He stands there as he watches you contemplate what you want to say. To break the silence, he clears his throat to gain your attention.

“So, I think I need to let you know something.”

Oh god, you think. What on earth does he have to say? What don’t you know? Potential bad possibilities immediately run through your mind as you glance at him, gripping your coat and purse quickly from the desk.

Does he have a partner? Is there something going on in the office? Will he ask you to not speak of this – not like you would risk that anyways. Will he say he realized he fucked up? Messing around with your own worker is frowned upon, office romances are not allowed. What does he have to say?

As you stand there waiting for him to speak, like a knife held above your heart, you expect to endure any pain coming your way. Mentally preparing to brush it off, forget about it and move on.

“I’m…” he begins. Jungkook takes a step closer, “I’m not really your Secret Santa. I just used that as an excuse to get you to stay a little longer before you left for the holiday.”

“Oh?” You blink. Your eyes scatter around your office as if you’re searching for an answer. Why lie about it. “Ok, so then who is?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I don’t really care either. But I'm sure whoever has gifts for us, they’ll be waiting for us downstairs.” His hand comes to grab yours, playing loosely with your fingers when he gets a hold of them. “I just wanted to give you a personal gift. I’m assuming you like it.”

You hold your coat tighter towards your body, “I do. And don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.”

“I wasn’t worried,” he smirks. His other hand comes up to place his fingers under your chin, “You got a bit of drool…”

You narrow your eyes at him, but allow him to touch you. The trickling wetness from between your legs reminds you that you need to clean up and fast. So you take it as a cue to break contact with your boss, but you make sure to throw him a little remark back.

“And you have a bit of lipstick on your face,” you smile with fulfillment. “Might need to wash that off before heading downstairs.”

The two of you stand there smirking. Your deadly game of flirtations have stepped deeper into a new territory. Where the sex card now has come into play. How everything that may linger between the two of you can in fact become dangerous if you keep entertaining new domains. But neither one of you want to resist that temptation. This is exciting and new.

Before you can gather up Namjoon’s gift, Jungkook pulls you in for one last, chast, kiss on the lips. A parting goodbye for now. But a promising note for you to remember for the next time.

A reassuring reminder that tells you he is ready to play this game with you.

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[melimelissa998]

Slut!

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You knew how handsome Jungkook was, but you also knew you didn't have a chance with him, so to befriend him was a safer option. But sometimes being kind can give the wrong idea...

“Did, you, hear?” my coworker Daniela asks with big pauses in between, I’m too busy with my morning reports that I didn’t notice when she sat on my desk “The new guy is going to be working on our floor for a few weeks” she informs me and I nod “Yep, you texted, emailed and told me that on the phone before I got here Dany” I say without taking my eyes off the computer screen.

Almost a month ago a new guy started working here and that’s all this office has been talking about since then. How handsome he is, how good he dresses, how lovely he talks… and the list goes on and on. Even though he had a month here, I haven’t actually seen him, besides, I went off vacations the week he started working on our floor.

Honeslty at this point he's not even the new guy anymore

“He’s just so handsome, his name is Jeon Jungkook, he’s a Virgo, 5’11”, went to Global Cyber University, and I swear, I’m in love.” She puts one hand on her chest and fans herself with the other. “Aw, good for you, stalker.” I say in a sarcastic tone “. I except my wedding invitation” I joke with a fake smile and she lets out an exaggerated sight. “He’s in the conference room with Namjoon and Taehyung, want to pass by to see him?” She suggests and gives me a small push on the shoulder “Did you say pass the conference room to see the new guy?” Jennie’s head pops out of her cubicle, I try not to laugh but I give in and accept “Only because it’s on my way to the cafeteria and I want my coffee” I say and she claps in excitement, I turn off my screen and hop off my chair. Jennie walks around the desk to loop her arm with mine and tugs me to start walking. As we pass by the long window, I spot the 3 men inside the room; Namjoon and Tae are facing our direction leaning on the meeting table talking to the Jungkook, who was giving his back to us. “Ugh, I swear he’s so handsome” Jennie says in a whisper, “I know right?” Daniela agrees, I try to look behind her head to take a better look at the new guy, but I only catch a glimpse of his profile. He has black hair and a really cute nose; his jaw looks really sharp and I see how many earrings he has and I think that’s what shocks me the most. “I can’t see his face but yeah he looks cute” I compliment, they agree with a giggle and I feel dumb remembering we are not teenagers anymore but sure act like it in the office.

While finishing our coffee and telling my friends how my vacations were, I hear the attempt of whispers coming from a certain area in the room, the 3 of us turn to see why there were loud whispers and it was all because the new guy was entering the cafeteria. I take a better look at him, handsome indeed. “Oh, so now I see why we’re all drooling for him.” I say and look at Daniela and she wiggles her eyebrows at me.“I heard Ari invited him for a drink and he said no” Jennie tells us and I can’t help but grimace. “Yeah? I heard it was Jihyo who invited him for dinner?” Daniela says in a question tone. “Her, Ari, Hanna and even Supervisor Yuri asked him out, but he keeps rejecting people, I mean come on, Ari? Who says no to her? Like the hottest one from the office?” Jennie rolls her eyes and I can’t help but laugh at her frustration. “Come on, he’s been here less than a month, let him breath.” I defend the poor guy, Daniela gives me a small push “You should ask him out Y/N, he looks like your type” she encourages me and I shake my head “Nop, if he rejected Ari and Hanna AND supervisor Yuri, then no.”

I take the last sip of my coffee and trash it out. Jennie and Daniela do the same and as we walk out the cafeteria, I hear someone call out the unfamiliar name of ‘Jungkook’ andby instinct I turn to see who called his name, I see there’s a coworker in front of Jungkook and he half smiles at her. I see his face with a “here we go again” expression, she gives him a small box with a bow on it and hear her ask if they could talk in private. I can’t help to chuckle thinking how we were just talking about this, he must’ve heard me because he turns to look at my direction, he stares at me but I can’t read if he’s mad about my laugh or just casually felt my gaze on him; I don’t turn away, I like how his eyes are dark brown but I still see a sparkly cute glow in them that make me want to keep staring. I start to feel conscious about how I haven't taken my eyes off him so I turn around a little ashamed and keep walking straight out of there back to my desk again.

Around 12, I feel so bored and try to distract myself with anything else I can do until I have my lunch break in 30 more minutes, so I decide to make Jimin a visit to his office to catch up on my days off, I take a fake deck of papers and walk to the elevator to go up, when I arrive to his floor, I greet his assistant and let her know that I need Jimin to sign a few documents; “Of course you do Miss Y/N” she jokes “He’s already waiting for you” she points with her head to his office and I try to not laugh.

Jimin and I meet here at work, even though we were side by side cubicle we would only exchange ‘HI’s’ and ´Good mornings´ the first couple of months, but one day I saw him reading one of my favorite books and started chatting more and book clubbing during our lunch hour, then he got promoted to a higher position and moved 2 floors higher, but even so we still kept meeting up and sneak in his office to gossip or just hide from our work responsibilities slash wait until lunch to run off.

I knock on his door and don’t wait to hear him say come in, “Excuse me Mr. Park, I need your very important signature on these reports” I fake a serious tone and I see him panic for a second before realizing it’s just me. “Oh Y/N! you’re back” he gets up and walks to hug me.

We sit on his sofa and catch up about work, my vacations, a few gossips that’s been going around the company and of course we talk about Jungkook.

He talks about how they already knew each other before work because of Tae, he also told me how done he’s with all the girls at the company because they keep flirting with him. “I’m telling you, on the first day he had already like 8 sticky notes in his office with their numbers” he kept telling me, I didn’t want to laugh because I did feel bad for Jungkook, but I couldn’t believe how crazy they were for him, “I mean he is handsome, but oh my god, I would never do that” I say and he smirks at me “Oh so you won’t ask him out?” he asks and I shake my head “Oh hell no, I know where I stand here” I say and he rolls his eyes “Don’t say that, you are very pretty, you may have a shot” he encourages me “I know I’m pretty.” I brush my hair behind my shoulder “. But I also know when I have my shot” I shrug my shoulders and try to change the topic about what we were going to have for lunch.

Jimin and I pick a restaurant near the office close enough to walk to and invite our friends to join us. As we sit at our table Namjoon asks if it’s okay if Jungkook could join us, which we said it was fine, Jennie and I look at each other and giggled. The only chair free by the time Jungkook arrives is the one next to me and even if I told myself I wouldn’t try to ask him out that didn’t make me not be nervous. He greets us and we say hi back.

During our lunch I felt Jungkook too quit and I didn’t want him to feel left out “So Jungkook, how do you like the job so far?” I ask him and he turns a little confused at me “It’s fine, I’m okay” he answers and I expect for a little more than that but I realize that was all he is going to give me. I nod a little embarrassed and try again “That’s nice, and what about the city? Jimin told me you were from Busan” I do the small talk but again he answers with a few words “It’s nice, almost the same” I feel even more stupid and turn to finish my food.

And to think they said he was lovely…

For the rest of the lunch he would keep a conversation with the boys and that kinda made me a bit mad how he would chat with them but made me feel small…

2.

[herarcadewasteland]

Curious, Darling?

A/: Many many hugs and boops to the lovely @kookslastbutton for their page title and giving me the go-ahead to write a Taehyung fic inspired by it and dedicated to it! ♥

-office!au, enemies to lovers (ish...)

-Slightly Yandere!Kim Taehyung x Reader

It's decidley a little messy and fast but its 2am and my brain was working too fast.

JK Ver. Yoongi Ver.

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Stalking through the halls, you seethed. His carefree laughter echoed through your head as you turned corners with the result of Taehyung's latest prank cradled in your trembling arms. You had been going back and forth with Taehyung since highschool, the pranks gaining him popularity and causing you to lose friends. It had taken a large turn when you had both graduated college and got accepted into one of the biggest companies with him standing at your side, smug smirk in place as it always was when he regarded you. The pranks you exchanged slowly ramped up until you dyed and cut his hair when he was out cold after a night of drinking. He had gone way too far this time though, the prank exceeding the worst you had pulled on him, which was the hair thing although he managed to make it look sexy just as he did everything else. 

Walking into your office this morning, you were sipping your favourite drink and wearing your best shirt for the presentation when your eyes landed on the colour-coded pile of that same presentation in rips all around the room, the spray painted ‘V’ on your office window causing you to drop your cup in shock. The two of you had done many many things to each other in the form of pranks, but ruining work projects that had taken a year to perfect and create… it was the last prank you would accept. So here you were, storming past concerned co-workers with your project in your arms as you set out for the man himself. 

His laugh guided you straight to him as you shouldered through the meeting room door,

“KIM TAEHYUNG.”

Conversation stopped as did his laughter as your anger cut through it all, heads turning to observe your red face and furrowed brows as you glared at Taehyung with the heat of hell in your eyes. You made eye contact with everyone but him, each person taking the hint and shuffling out of the conference room until you were left with the culprit. An angry huff left you as you dropped your armful of your ripped project on the table in front of him as he sat with his ankle resting on his knee, hand rubbing his lips as he watched you carefully. 

“What the fuck is this?! This was for today! You knew it was for today and so did everyone else! So pray tell, why the fuck is my project in shreds with your fucking penname sprayed on my windows! There is no one, and I mean no-one else that would’ve done this.”

His huffed laugh broke you from your angry arrangement of the pieces sitting before you, your head snapped up to face him as he leaned back further into his wheeled chair. Was he infuriatingly hot and causing conflicting emotions as he stared you down through hooded eyes? Abso-fucking-lutely. That didn’t stop you from rounding the table in anger, his chair turning with you as you approached. 

“Something wrong?”

You scowled as you took the last steps towards him, his head tilting up slightly to watch your face for emotion as he licked his lips slowly. Your anger won over any arousal you were feeling because of him and his stupidly perfect face, your hands pushing roughly into his solid chest. The scrape of the chair wheels making you smirk as he rolled back into the wall from the force of your shove. His eyebrows raised in surprise as you approached him again, his hands resting on the arms as he pushed himself from the chair. He was taller than you, that was for sure, but being stronger than people gave you credit for allowing you the element of surprise. So you took that last step, staring into his hypnotizing chocolate eyes as you shoved him back a step.

“Say you did it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he smirks. 

He fucking smirked at you when his penname was in orange paint on your windows. Your face heated with rage as he tilted his head at you, his fluffy hair gently framing his darkened eyes as you landed a hard punch to his chest. Taehyung huffed as the air left him, your eyes widening as he barely reacted before a hand grasped your own. You gasped as he tugged you around him and into the chair he was previously occupying, your hands finding the armrests as he leaned over you, his large hands caging your own on the chairs arms. 

“You know exactly what you did, Kim Taehyung. You’ve gone too far.”

“Oh no, have I gone too far? Let me rectify my wrongs against poor little you immediately.”

His tone was clear and enraged you further. He had the gall to mock you when you no longer had a presentation for a promotion you had been waiting for for years now. You wrestled your hand from under his, a sharp clap echoing around you as Taehyung's head snapped to the side. The shock he showed allowed you a window to push him away and escape the room with your precious shards of presentation. He would get it now. You just had to figure out how you would go about it.

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Taehyung's misdeed was over a week ago now. He had gotten the promotion because you had no presentation. Now, he had power over you. A larger, secured office and even a secretary that rumours had started round saying he fucked her in the mens washroom one lunch break. Now it was much harder for you to enact your plan. Distracting Elizabeth was easy enough, all you had to do was tell her that Park was waiting for her in conference room 38 and off she went. Taehyung was supposed to be in a big meeting so all you had to do was look for a spare key and then lock the door behind you to cover your tracks. Easy enough. The key was in an unlocked drawer in Elizabeth’s desk, hidden away under the schedule folder you had gathered your copy of Taehyung’s from. Opening the door to his office with a relieved sigh, you shut the heavy door as quietly as you could, your eyes scanning the office as soon as the door was locked behind you. 

Files scattered over his desk, his laptop open and running, his windows curtained and opened slightly to let in the breeze you could only get on the 77th floor. Rushing over to his clearly organized mess, you leafed through the many documents, your eyes darting from the papers to the door as your hands trembled. All you needed was his budget request. Then you could fuck him over like he fucked you over. It was simple. Find the page, search his laptop for the unfilled form and replace his numbers with lower ones. While it could jeopardize your job, he would be at fault for submitting low numbers for his request. 

“Yes! Finally!”, you pulled the sheet from its spot frantically.

Stepping over to his laptop, you searched the systems for the sheet when you had an even better idea. Turning back to the files, you failed to hear the door opening and closing, his light steps approaching you as you made a mess of his desk. He sat and watched you search through the papers with a smirk as he leaned against the wall across from you, your gaze laser focused on the things in-front of you. Finding the new page, you smirked, unknowing of the danger you had put yourself in. 

“Curious, darling?”, his deep voice made your heart stop as his hand ghosted over your shoulder. He had managed to make it across the entire office to stand behind you and you hadn’t even noticed. That was a kind of embarrassing you never thought you’d feel. But here you were, feeling it and Taehyung’s hand as it crawled across your collarbone smoothly to wrap around your neck. 

“Taehyu-”, you gasped before his hand tightened around your neck, cutting off your words. 

“We’ve been at this for years. Years, Y/N. Isn’t it about time to accept that you’ll never best me at our pranks?”

You shook your head, hand wrapping around his as you turned in your spot to face him. His fluffy brown hair fell into his sharp eyes as he watched you take in the position. Your back against his desk, his hand around your neck, basically holding your own hand at the same time. He corralled you further into his desk, his free hand drawing distracting circles on your side as you watched him carefully.

“I’ll beat you this time. You won’t win.”

His laugh washed across your face, mint greeting your sense as he chewed on nothing with a confident smirk. You were sure you would beat him. You had to. It was one of your last motivations to not hand in your resignation and join Jeon Industries instead of staying under Min Corporations. 

“You’ve already lost. So when will you notice how much I love you, darling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, his hand leaving your neck to trace your cheekbone and run lightly over your parted lips. 

“Wha-”, you cleared your throat of the shock blocking it, “What do you mean, Taehyung? You don’t love me. You’ve shown me so many times you hate me. You ripped up my presentation!”

He nodded casually, hand playing with a stray bundle of hair that had fallen from your messy ponytail during your search for revenge. 

“I did. But we’ve been doing this for years. Do you not remember the times I would leave you notes in your locker in high school, telling you how I felt?”

“Those were anonymous, how was I supposed to know that was you?! I thought that was Hoseok! Or maybe even Seokjin… I- why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re perfect for me. I’m perfect for you. I read your diary when I was in your office that week. I know what you think of me.”, his breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper his last secret to you.

“Why would you… That's supposed to be private!”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/N. I won’t tell anyone how much my voice turns you on… or how much you daydream about fucking me seven days a week and telling me you love me.”

Your face heated with a blush as he chuckled in your ear, his voice deepened further as he pushed his body against yours further. His hands guided you into comfort as he whispered random compliments into your ear, your eyes closing as you thought about it all. 

“At least let me take you on a date. Just one for now, if you like it, leave your number on my desk the day after. If not, just tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone until you accept your feelings towards me. Sounds fair?”

You nodded slowly, his hands circling you in a gentle hug as he hummed in content. It couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, a little harrowing at times you were sure, but overall it could be worth losing your revenge. So you melted into the hug with a sigh as he laughed about something in his head.

You’d see in the week after the incident that it really wasn’t that bad as he fed you sushi from his plate while you traded for pieces you liked and he didn’t. Sipping on boba while the sun set on the horizon over the clear blue waters of the beach afterwards. Maybe you didn’t get the promotion that would change your life, but marrying Kim Taehyung in the following years was definitely more than enough to make up for it all.

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 22

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: domestic yoongi, bts being chaotic

↠ A/N: This will be bit of a side chapter with the other characters!

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, November 28 (series masterpost here)

Yoongi's never looked worse.

He’s dressed in black baggy pants and a ruffled white t-shirt. His shoulders are bowed, deep eye bags lining his eyes and hair absolutely messy. 

Hoseok speaks up about his haggard appearance. 

“Hyung, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” He states, as if it was a fact. 

A low cry resonates through the home, and he sighs. “I’m not too sure about Haru though.” 

Hoseok takes a step into the home, followed by Jungkook who trails behind and widely glances around. 

“How’s Hana?” The younger man dwells. 

“Tired – very tired.” He shuts the door behind the two of them. 

Hoseok is utterly speechless. 

Yoongi is incredibly systematic, whether it was consistently keeping his office organized or always having the same black coffee resting on his desk during work hours. His home is typically kept in the same fashion, contained within a small living room and kitchen, two bedrooms and one bathroom. 

In summary, the man is very put together on normal days. But Hoseok can’t say the same for today. 

The living room is littered with both baskets of laundry and several small children’s toys. 

A young boy in a white shirt and blue overalls suddenly runs into the room. He stumbles straight into Yoongi, glancing up at him with bright cat-like eyes. 

“Dad!” 

Yoongi softly smiles, “Hi, buddy.” 

Leaning down, he lifts him up into his arms and Hoseok pokes the boy’s cheek. 

“Hi! It’s Uncle Hobi!” He giggles, a large gummy smile emerging on full display. 

Jungkook glances at Yoongi astonished, “Hyung, he looks just like you.” 

“It’s the Min genes.” He warmly retorts, gazing down at his son. 

A new voice pitches in, exhaling with fatigue. 

“Yoongi, she wants you– oh.”

The woman that emerges from the bedroom door appears to be in her early to mid thirties, dressed in sweatpants with a dark cardigan thrown over. Her light curly locks have been tightened up into a messy bun, lethargy evident in her sluggish expression. 

The corner of her lip lifts.

“I didn’t know you guys were here already.” 

“Hana!” Hoseok loudly exclaims, going in for a hug immediately. “It’s been too long.” 

“It has been.” She grins, “I’ve heard that instead of going out on dates, you’ve been buying dead plants.”

Hoseok’s mouth drops wide open and Hana crosses her arms. “You know you have to take care of those, right?” 

He glances at Yoongi, exasperated. The latter merely shrugs with a smile. 

“If you’re not going to hear it from me, take it from her.” 

Hoseok pouts and Jungkook shuffles over, smiling sheepishly.

“Hi, Noona.” 

“Jungkook.” She greets, stepping forward to hug him. “Congrats on the new job.” 

He smiles, “Thanks.” 

She deeply exhales, “Thank you for coming here today guys. Normally, we’re okay, but…” 

Her and Yoongi make eye contact, and he speaks up. 

“We really need a day off.” 

A sharp cry resonates through the room. Immediately, Yoongi reaches out, putting Yoonsun into Hana’s arms. 

“I’ll go check on her.” He mumbles, before swiftly entering the second bedroom.

She sighs, “We’ll only be out for a couple of hours. This one is calmer,” She lifts Yoonsun with a smile, who giggles, “–much like his father, I believe. But Haru has been having trouble with falling asleep on schedule.” 

Hoseok nods, leaning down to set his bag aside. He glances at Jungkook with confidence. 

“I think we’ve got this.” 

Hana nods, stuffing her hand into her pocket. She takes out a sheet of paper with scribbles on it as Yoonsun plays with her hair. 

“Here’s a list of everything you need to keep in mind.” She explains, “Don’t hesitate to call either me or Yoongi if you need anything.” 

“Where are you going, Noona?” Jungkook wonders, a sly tone to his voice. 

A giant grin stretches on her lips. 

“Well, my husband’s promised me a nice and quiet dinner, but–” She leans forward, as if she was telling a secret. “I plan on getting absolutely wasted and dragging him down to karaoke.” 

Jungkook chuckles and her eyes crinkle. 

“Maybe wait for your husband to leave before revealing all your plans.” Yoongi strolls up behind her, a two-year-old girl settled in his arms.

The corner of Hana’s lip lifts, “As if you would say no to me.” 

Yoongi scoffs and she snickers, before putting Yoonsun down onto the ground and kneeling to his small height.

“They’re going to be looking after you for a while.” She whispers, softly ruffling his hair, “Be on your best behaviour, okay?” 

The boy eagerly nods. “Is Dad going too?” 

“Dad has to go.” Yoongi mentions, handing Haru to Jungkook, “Otherwise Mom might come after him for not taking her out.” 

She gyrates around, sending a playful glare in his direction. Yoongi simply grins. 

***

After a moment had passed, Hana and Yoongi had proceeded to get dressed for the night. 

Hoseok let out a low whistle once Yoongi had emerged, dressed in a perfectly ironed out dress shirt and black shacks, clean-shaven and hair parted to the side. He had mumbled something along the lines of wanting to look nice for his wife, to which Hoseok had grinned at. Hana had been waiting for him by the door, dressed in a deep jade green dress and slipping on a pair of stilettos. 

She had looped her arm around his, departing with Yoongi and he reiterated to call if they needed anything. Hoseok had opened the door for them, whisking them away and wishing them a good time. 

It had been a few moments since their leave. 

“Alright then,” Hoseok spins around, “How much do you know about taking care of kids?” 

Jungkook shrugs, “Not much, just what Yoongi hyung has told me about them.” 

“Okay…” He ponders, “I’m sure it’ll be alright. They're just kids, after all.” 

A huge optimistic grin surfaces on him, “How hard could it be?” 

The sound of a harsh cry breaks them out of their thoughts.

They both whirl around at the same, noticing that Yoonsun was situated on the carpet of the living room, occupied with building some toy blocks. The sound comes again, this time radiating from the second bedroom. 

Hoseok and Jungkook burst into Haru’s room. 

The two-year-old shakes on the small bed, having observed the absence of her parents.

Hoseok scoops her up, cradling her. “There, there, Uncle Hobi is here~” 

She grabs a fistful of his hair, “Ouch.” 

“Maybe she’s hungry?” Jungkook suggests, turning around. Hoseok follows behind him into the kitchen, attempting to break out of the little girl's strong hold. 

“The list said she can eat cut up fruits and veggies.” 

“Fruits and vegetables…” Jungkook is scanning the fridge, astonishment crossing him at the way the shelves are all carefully organized, with everything having a place. “Wow.” 

Hoseok chuckles, “That’s Yoongi for you.” 

Haru wiggles in Hoseok’s grasp, excited fingers pointing towards the apples in one section. Jungkook laughs at her actions, taking them onto the counter. 

He quickly peels one, cutting it into the small slices. 

“Here comes the airplane~” He motions the apple around. Haru flails her arms around and nearly jumps out of Hoseok’s lap.

She grabs it immediately, chewing on it with puffed out cheeks. 

“She’s too cute.” Hoseok states, looking down at her as if she can answer, “How did you come from Yoongi?” 

“Between the two of us, I personally think she has to be all Hana.” Jungkook points out. 

Hoseok chuckles, glancing around. 

“Say – where’s Yoonsun?” 

A frown mars Jungkook’s lips, before his eyes widen at seeing the toy blocks abandoned. 

“He was right here.” He states, quickly filtering through the two bedrooms. To his dismay, he can’t find the young boy and panic starts to arise within him. 

The bathroom door creaks out and Yoonsun stands outside of it, blinking at Jungkook's frantic form. 

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook holds onto his hand. 

But Yoonsun stares at him with large eyes. 

“Where’s Dad?” 

“Your Dad went out with your Mom for a while.” He explains. 

His eyes well up without warning, and before Jungkook can say anything– 

Yoonsun bursts into tears. 

Jungkook scrambles to hold him in his arms, attempting to rock him back and forth. But he doesn’t consider that Yoonsun is older than Haru by three years, picking up on Yoongi’s absence far more. 

“Hoseok hyung.” He bursts into the kitchen, “I-I don’t know what to do.” 

“Speak for yourself.” Hoseok deeply sighs. 

Jungkook’s irises round, noticing Hoseok holding up the little girl in his arms with a tinged mixture of apple all over his clothes.

“Okay, I get that, but–” You huff, annoyed. “Hoseok, stop crying for one second.” 

The statement earns you strange and concern glances from nearby shoppers. You wince, reminding yourself to keep your voice down. 

You were situated in front of a handful of changing rooms, seated on a cushioned bench with your phone in hand. 

Your day had been going good, until well, this phone call. 

“You just need to clean up and wait,” You explain, “Don’t feed her right away.” 

Hoseok continues to bombard you with questions, and you hear somewhat of a shriek come from the background. 

“Was that Jungkook?” 

“N-No!” He hurriedly responds, but then you hear a ‘I lost him again!’ and it’s a dead giveaway. 

The curtains in front of you pull back and Jin emerges out, dressed in a tailored black suit. He smiles in your direction, but frowns upon noticing the hints of distress in your expression. 

He points to your phone and you sigh lightly, gesturing that you’ll tell him afterwards.

Instead, he decides to draw your attention to the suit he dons, spinning around. Your mouth twists, and you shake your head, finding it far too similar to the suits he wears to work.

Glancing around, you survey the various suits and land on a particular dark blue one. Eyeing light up, you arise from your seat, placing it against him and nodding enthusiastically. 

He chuckles at your reaction, heading back into the changing room.

You plop back onto your cushion, alarmed from the silence. “Hoseok?” 

“Sorry, still here!” He nearly yells, cutting off your hearing, “There’s just a lot going on.”

“Will you guys be okay?” You softly question. 

“We’ll be fine!” Hoseok reassures, despite you clearly hearing Jungkook’s voice in the background. “I’m going to just call Taehyung over. He loves kids!” 

“Doesn’t mean he knows how to take care of them.” You retort, glancing at your watch. “Look, if I leave in a couple of minutes, I can be there soon.” 

“No, no! You were supposed to go out with Jin and–” 

“Tell me honestly, Hoseok.” You state, “Do you have the situation under control?”

“Well–”

“Y/N, please come over.” Jungkook’s voice blares through, and you presume he yanked the phone from Hoseok’s grasp, “Don’t listen to him, we could use the help.” 

You hear Hoseok in the background let out a small ‘Hey!’ before there’s more crying and his voice disappears completely. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” Jungkook mutters a quick thank you before the line cuts off and Jin emerges from the changing room. 

“Well?” 

The dark blue looks incredible on him, contrasting nicely with his brown hair. It’s fancier than the previous suit, and adds a mature air around him. 

“It looks nice.” You softly smile, getting up instantly. 

“Looks like this one’s the winner then.” He grins, eyes glancing at the phone in your hands, “Trouble in paradise?” 

You let out a drawn out sigh, a grimace crossing you. 

“I might have some bad news…” 

Taehyung pulls a silly face for the infinite time. 

Hoseok scoffs, “I told you that’s not going to work!” 

“It always does!” Taehyung protests, attempting to pull another peekaboo one – to which Haru cries even more. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, glancing at the man near the foyer who’s currently in the midst of taking off his coat and shoes. 

There’s remorse in his eyes, “Sorry for dragging you into this.” 

Jimin’s eyes light up and he shakes his head. “It’s okay, we were just at the movies and the film was close to its end.”

He gestures to Taehyung, who continues with his antics. Jungkook softly smiles at the thought of the two of them spending time together, musing that they’ve grown close. 

“May I?” Jimin asks, gesturing to the attached boy in Jungkook's arms. Jungkook places him down and Jimin kneels, fondly smiling. 

“Hi there, my name is Jimin.” 

“I’m Yoonsun.” The boy stares at him, sniffling a bit, “Do you know where my Dad is?” 

“He’s out right now, but I have a picture of him.” Jimin reaches for his phone, displaying a selfie he took with Yoongi at karaoke. 

Yoonsun’s eyes are wide and he curiously shuffles over to Jimin, staring at the screen in fascination. 

Jungkook watches in disbelief, “How did you know to…?” 

“I look after my nieces often.” He mentions, bringing Yoonsun into his lap for a better view of the phone. 

Jungkook nods, sitting down with them and scrolling through his phone for any pictures of Yoongi. But he pauses himself, glancing over at Hoseok struggling and Taehyung, who hadn’t been much help. 

He mulls over if he should just call Yoongi and Hana at this point. It was his absolute last resort, not wanting to probe and let them enjoy their evening together. 

There’s a loud knock on the door. 

He gets up, eyes twinkling at the inkling of who it might possibly be. Twisting the lock, you stand before him, taking in the chaos of the home. 

The apartment is a mess – belongings and different children's toys scattered everywhere. You find the two children quite swiftly, Haru being with Hoseok and Taehyung, her small eyes red as they horribly attempt to get her to smile. Jungkook and Jimin are on the ground with Yoonsun, who seems glued to a brightly lit phone in Jimin’s hands. 

Every single person’s head spins at your entrance and you are thoroughly shocked. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook gets up in relief and Hoseok practically tackles you. 

“You came!” Hoseok screeches. 

“What happened in here?”

There’s a second voice behind you, and everyone turns to see Jin step inside the home, his irises as wide as your own as he scans the area. 

“Jin?” Jungkook cocks his head to the side, not quite expecting him to appear. 

You shrug, “I thought it’d be helpful if we both came over.”

“Where do we even begin?” Jin ponders, shrugging off his coat and shoes instantly. You follow his gestures, not quite having an answer. 

“Anywhere, honestly.” Jungkook states, letting out a deep exhale. 

You take your collective belongings and set them aside. Jin proceeds to step over the toys on the ground, picking up things along the way. You observe as he scolds Taehyung at the same time, telling him to leave his things in one place rather than scattering them. 

Jungkook glances at you amused from the display. 

You grin, “What’d I tell you?” 

You take long strides towards Haru, just as Jin gestures to Jungkook and Jimin to move over to the couch. Picking her up immediately, you carefully sway her and step into the bedroom. 

Haru’s eyelids begin to flutter close, a small yawn leaving her lips. 

Hoseok blinks, wondering if a miracle just occurred before him. 

“How were you able to do that?!” 

“I was just rocking her back and forth.” You lift her up and place her into his arms. “It’s a soothing motion that can help with sleep.” 

Hoseok hums, cautiously trying to repeat what you had done. Sure enough, Haru holds onto him, another low yawn leaving her lips. 

Hoseok looks up in astonishment and you smile. 

“That is amazing!” 

“Right?” You gesture for him to lie her down, “It was something I did often with Yuna and she would fall asleep right away.” 

Hoseok nods, watching over her with a bright smile. You quietly peer out of the bedroom, noticing Yoonsun with Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. The living room appears considerably better, with toys no longer scattered everywhere in a disarray. 

You find Jin in the kitchen. 

“Do you need any help?” 

He turns, occupied with grabbing packets of ramen noodles from one of Yoongi's cupboards. 

“Just heat up some water for me.” 

You hum, moving to grab a pot. Taehyung shows up as you’re filling it up, glancing at the two of you. 

“Hey, do you guys–” He freezes, gaze landing straight at you in front of the stove. “Wait, Y/N….You’re not cooking, right…?”

A nervous laugh leaves him and you swivel around with a frown. “And if I was?” 

Taehyung immediately holds his stomach. “You know what? On second thought, everything here seems to be under control so maybe it’s best I go hom—” 

“I’m not cooking!” You proclaim, ignoring how Jin’s attempting to stifle his laughter. 

“Really?” Taehyung looks at you bright-eyed and you huff. 

“Who’s not cooking?” Jungkook pokes his head in, raising a playful brow. 

Taehyung chimes in. “Y/N isn’t!” 

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook whispers, but you still catch it and glare at him. “I-I mean, your cooking has such…such interesting taste–” 

“Save it.” You retort, turning to Taehyung. “What did you need in the first place?” 

His eyes widen, “Oh, strange request, but do either of you have pictures of Yoongi?” 

Before you can say anything, Jin takes out his phone. “It depends. I have a couple I took while he was training me, but they’re mainly me trying to be cute and Yoongi being annoyed.” 

Your mouth drops open. “You got pictures of him while training?” 

He cheekily nods and you watch as he presents the pictures to all of you. The majority of them are of him throwing up peace signs or smiling, with Yoongi in the background either deadpanning or grimacing. 

“Damn, he’s really got just one expression.” Jungkook retorts as Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. 

“Okay! I think these can work.” Jin nods, following behind him into the living room. 

You watch as he leans down to Yoonsun. 

“Look,” He whispers with a grin, “It’s your Dad who loves me very much~” 

A laugh escapes you as Yoonsun takes Jin’s phone in fascination. 

Yoongi is as bewildered as ever. 

Firstly, his wife is drunk out of her mind. Yes, she’s still able to stand and mutter coherent words here and there, but she pretends like she needs him around, latching onto his arm and not letting go. Yoongi doesn’t mind, watching over her carefully and even letting her drag him into a karaoke room after dinner, to where she proceeds to sing old cheesy romantic songs to serenade him. 

She’s cute – he knows. There was a reason why he mustered up all his energy in saving up for a ring, proposing to her underneath a starry night with the cool breeze of fall after one of their many dinner dates together. Hana hadn’t skipped a beat in saying yes, taking his hand ever since that day. Their two children had been like a blessing to him and throughout all the hardships, he considers himself lucky to have her as his wife. 

The second reason for his confusion…has nothing to do with his date at all. He checks his phone a couple of times, surprised to see no new messages and calls. Although he had trusted Hoseok and Jungkook with his children, he’s aware of their lack of experience with them and half-expected a frantic call at any time during the evening. But he’s greeted with no notifications. 

It’s odd, but he shakes it off, wondering if he perhaps misjudged the situation. It’s true that his first instinct was to have asked you, but considering you had mentioned to him that you were looking forward to going out with Jin over the weekend, he had decided against it. 

After all, who but him to understand wanting to spend time with your significant other. 

He reaches the door to his house, puzzlement crossing him. 

“What is it?” Hana mumbles against his shoulder, her hands still tightly wrapped around her husband’s arm. 

“It’s too quiet.” He whispers, eyes darting around.

Were the kids asleep? Were Hoseok and Jungkook okay? 

Putting his keys in, he twists the lock and enters with Hana. 

To be fair, he wasn’t too sure what to expect at that point, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t utterly shocked. 

Everything’s clean – down to the stacked laundry baskets on the side and the absence of littered toys and blankets around the living room. The kitchen’s clean too, bags of garbage long removed and a handful of dishes, including several pots and bowls, scrubbed and left to dry by the sink. 

The first person he finds is Taehyung, who’s snoring loudly on his couch. Next to him sits Jimin, who’s leaning against the foot of the couch with his eyes closed. 

Jin is there as well – asleep like the others, but his phone is in his hand and within his arms is Yoongi's son, whose eyes are softly shut. 

He hears light footsteps, eyes widening to see you emerge out of the bedroom.

“Oh, hi.” You whisper.

“Y/N!” Hana excitedly throws herself onto you, and you quickly catch her with a warm chuckle. 

“Long time no see, Hana.” 

She sheepishly grins at you and Yoongi’s eyes flicker around. 

“What are you doing here?” He questions, “And where’s Hoseok and Jungkook?” 

“They left about an hour ago.” You bring them over to the kitchen, so as to not disturb everyone’s slumber. “They weren’t in the best condition.” 

Yoongi leans against the counter, “Was it that bad?”

You grimace. “Define bad.” 

He looks at you intently, “Did Hoseok cry?” 

“A little–” You chuckle, “He mostly was exhausted, and left looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. Jungkook on the other hand, was okay and calmed down after eating Jin’s ramen.” 

“Well, sounds like they had a fun night.” Hana snorts and Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. 

You smile and shrug, “They tried their best.” 

“And you?” 

“Both Taehyung and I came when Hoseok called us in panic. Jimin was with Taehyung and Jin was with me.” 

“Oh, so that’s Jin?” Hana widely smirks, pointing to his sleeping form. 

You grow flustered at the observation, “Yeah, that’s him.” 

She has a silly smile on her lips and Yoongi slowly walks over, picking up Yoonsun from Jin’s arms. 

“Dad?” He sleepily mumbles, and Yoongi grins. 

“We’re back.” He whispers, “Were you being good?” 

He tiredly nods and Yoongi hugs his son, softly caressing his head. 

Hana warmly smiles, “Haru’s asleep by the way, it’s been a couple of hours.” 

Her head spins around. “You got her to sleep?”

You hum, “I can show you what we did.” 

“Thank you, Y/N.” She holds onto your hands, “We weren’t expecting you to come, but I’m glad you did.” 

“Of course.” You reassure, “Thankfully, I wasn’t alone.” 

She childishly grins, peeking at Jin from the corner of the eye. “You know, I do have a word of advice for you.” 

You lean down and she whispers in your ear. 

“With men like that, you’ve got to put a ring on it fast.” 

Her words only result in a deep flush spreading across your cheeks. She mischievously laughs, directing her fond gaze over to Yoongi smiling down at Yoonsun.

[sweetestofchaos]

𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖸/𝖭 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾; 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽? 𝖸/𝖭 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇���𝗂.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖣𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋​​ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 8.6𝗄

𝐴/𝑁: 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 and divider 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 @itaeewon. Dividers in the chapters are from @firefly-graphics​​

𝐶𝑎𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑒́ (𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏): 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗂𝗑 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

[lolabangtan]

02 | mission: undercover

You want to face your first week undercover with a smile, but your bitch-faced new boss isn’t making it too easy – even if you suspect there’s more to him than meets the eye.

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Word count: 6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, anxiety and mentions of a car crash, past emotional domestic abuse.

# gaslight gatekeep girlboss reader, Tae should get his shit together, actually he’s just a bit hard to read and she hates it, sharing an umbrella ☺️, a moment of personal closeness, he’s a gentleman, a rather confused gentleman.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Dad, wouldn’t it be better if we kept a distance? At least until I’m done with the job. You know, no more getting picked up and dropped by Ms Lee, a new flat a secretary could actually afford, you know… Peasant stuff.

After Miyeon received the dossier with the instructions for her new job, the two of you met at your ‘new home’, a small flat near the Han River.

There she explained your soon-to-be working hours, responsibilities, who you’d have to meet on your first day – Im Nayeon, the chief Human Resources officer – as well as some snippets of your new identity. You could only think that Chairman Jeon is indeed a very thorough man.

So, technically, you have everything under control. The day before, you finally accepted the days off your grandmother had been urging you to take since you had that little car accident. You don’t think you actually need them, so you sent Miyeon to Busan under your identity – obviously, the great Mrs O would be watching to make sure you wouldn’t just sneak back to the office.

Miyeon must be in Busan by now, enjoying herself at the beach during the weeks off she’s got before the exhibitions. Lucky bitch.

“Hm…”

Don’t be nervous, you tell yourself. There’s no reason to. You’re a hot baddie. You’re good at his job, for God’s sake.

Why is your heart racing like this, then?

You woke up this morning in an alien flat, got out of the alien bed you slept in, and made coffee in the alien coffee machine you found in the alien kitchen. Maybe it’s all this constant state of being surrounded by things you’re not familiar with that keeps putting you off. After all, you’re a creature of habit.

Ugh.

“Ms Shin?” It takes you a bit to remember that’s your fake name. Shin Y/N, better get used to it. “You may go in now, thank you for your patience.” The short but charming-looking man smiles at you from the desk you’re supposed to take over.

“Thank you.”

With a breath, you calm yourself down and follow him into the office.

She came highly recommended by a friend of Mrs Kim’s, apparently. They’re whispering, but you can hear them quite clearly. Then you close the door behind your back, and your eyes land on an even more handsome man sitting at the desk, still engrossed in whatever he’s reading on his computer.

Seconds pass, and he still doesn’t acknowledge you, so you follow Mr Park farther into the room and clear your throat.

Is this a fucking joke or what? A prank? “Ah—” Fucking finally, the other guy speaks. “Please, Ms Shin, be seated. Uh, Taehyung?”

Nodding softly, you thank him and sit in front of the other man, the desk building a barrier – as if his indifference hadn’t already managed that. Then your new boss, the mysterious Kim Taehyung looks up, and—

Oh, no, you’ve seen this man before.

This— this is the stary stranger from the other day. It’s either him or he’s got an evil twin because you certainly would never forget such a good-looking face.

Kim Taehyung, CEO and heir to Kim International.

He seems to either recognise you from that funny episode at Delta or be dumbstruck by your ethereal beauty since he doesn’t utter a single word, staring at you with a blank face. Or maybe, since those two options are pretty unlikely, that’s his thing, staring rudely at strangers. Maybe this is a creepy, wicked game of dominance for him, who knows – you’ve met enough businessmen to know most of them have a weird relationship with power.

“Taehyung?” The man’s dark eyes gain their focus back and glance at his partner. “I’ll leave you to it. Welcome to the company, Ms Shin.”

You nod softly. “Thank you, sir…”

“Uh, yes, thanks, Jimin.”

The so-called Park Jimin smiles and closes the door behind his back, finally leaving the two of you alone. Well, let the fun begin, right? This is going to be really… interesting.

“Don’t think of this as an interview, Ms Shin,” he finally says. His voice is deep but sweet, lips barely parting as he speaks. Like an endless pout— “You can already refer to yourself as my secretary. I just wanted to know you in person before you’re shown around the company and start with your duties.”

Then Kim Taehyung stretches out his hand, waiting for a handshake, and you reciprocate with your best wrist movement. It’s not that you want to impress him in particular – you just hate being overlooked by mediocre men.

Your dead eyes are glued to the dark liquid as it pours into the mug from the machine.

“So, that’s what happened between them. It was so weird that they fell out—! But I guess it’s just human natu— Y/N-ssi? Are you listening?”

Today is your third day as Kim Taehyung’s secretary, and you’ve got a few things to say: first, you are proper knackered. You never expected the job to be this time and energy-consuming. Making coffee, writing reports, checking documents, answering emails and phone calls, arranging meetings, following the idiotic man around the office like a fool – you’ll give yours a salary rise as soon as you’re done with this madness.

“Uh, sorry, Geunseok-ssi.” God, isn’t there a limit of words than can be said per minute? How can a human being talk so much without running out of saliva? “Yeah, I guess these things can happen…”

Once you’re done making the coffee, you nod politely at him and leave, mumbling that you’ll see each other around. If you’re unlucky enough. Office life is great, you love it, the chatting and the gossiping you’ve always seen your employees enjoy while you drown yourself in meetings and work, but it’s just not for you. You can’t sit leisurely for hours while Moon Geunseok rambles about why the girl from IT broke up with her boyfriend from the marketing department, it literally gives you anxiety.

Work is what fuels you, and it’s the constant state of not working that wears you out. Besides, it seems that your dear grandmother has disabled your email while you’re ‘out on vacation’. So, it’s been three days since you last knew anything about the company, and there’s literally no way to fix it.

You place the steamy mug on your desk and sit, already reactivating the computer screen.

There are still a bunch of emails you should answer before the next meeting and a few phone calls to make, but you don’t sweat too much. With a clear mind and quick fingers, you get on with the job, almost enjoying it.

The phone starts ringing amidst the office ruckus.

“Ms Shin” – it’s Kim Taehyung’s voice – “I need you to write the reply to Han’s meeting draft. You can come in and get the summary.”

“Right away, sir.”

You get up and head to his office while your coffee gets cold on the desk, sad and untouched.

Closing the door behind you, you notice Park Jimin is sitting casually in front of him, eyeing the report. However, far from his usually smug face, he looks a bit concerned; they both do.

Honestly, Kim Taehyung is a bit weird. As a man, as a boss, as a CEO. Always silent and stary, he seems to be musing about something all the time. With his closest colleagues, though, Taehyung acts cheerful, so much that it’s almost endearing – but it doesn’t push away the fact that you have absolutely no idea what’s going on in his mind most of the time.

Taehyung looks up at you from his computer screen and, again, you can’t fathom what he’s thinking about. Like that time in the lift, he’s just impossible to read, with his elegant, inexpressive eyes and a blank face. Why is he looking at you? Is there something on your face? Did you spill coffee on your super pretty office blouse? Is your pencil skirt too short for such a dignified company? WHAT IS IT, KIM TAEHYUNG? WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME THAT YOU DISAPPROVE OF SO MUCH?

“Good morning, Mr Kim. Mr Park,” you greet the both of them with your politest smile. “I’ll get on with the report now.”

Taehyung takes the paper from his brother. “Yeah, just… I might have been a bit harsh on my summary, but… I want her to understand that her project is going to fail if she doesn’t find a solution.”

“It’s completely ridiculous,” Jimin blurts out, “that a woman with her experience can’t point out why such a simple campaign project isn’t working when so many different departments are joined together. Do remark that on the report, Ms Shin, or she’ll keep whining when we give the project to someone else.”

Unplugging your mind from his pointless rambling, you take the document and read it; it’s not too long, just a bunch of remarks to fix the lack of mentions about delayed deadlines, confusing product development lines, and other rookie stuff. They seem to have two meetings per month only – for the launch of such an alien product to the company as kitchen appliances, the management does feel a bit amateur.

You can’t hold a chuckle, and they both raise an eyebrow at you.

“What is it, Ms Shin?” Park Jimin asks then with a grin. “Does our distress amuse you? Maybe you have a fine opinion to share with us.”

Oh, Park, you patronising bastard. He’ll learn to stick those words up his probably whitened ass. “It seems that Mrs Han, the head of the project development team, is giving you some trouble.”

“It’s a new campaign,” Taehyung murmurs.

“So, it’s obviously a problem of communication between departments,” you say firmly, crossing one arm as you point at the problems he wrote down on the paper. “The team feels alone and overwhelmed with responsibilities. You should just hold more meetings and encourage direct communication between departments, or you could even design a temporary position for that.” Ignoring the way they’re staring at you, you grab the paper and smile. “I’ll get on with it and send you the draft when I’m done, sir.”

“I must say, Ms Shin – you might as well go and share your brilliant analysis with Mrs Han’s team. Taehyung-ah, we should ask Father to kick you out and put her instead.”

Taehyung only chuckles softly, still staring. This time, though, is the first time he looks at you with a smile on his face.

After the longest bus ride ever, you get ‘home’. Well, let’s just say you just arrived at the small apartment Mr Jeon meant for his daughter.

Your feet hurt, your head hurts, and your entire body is pulsing and throbbing in pain. It’s humanly possible that you’ll be able to keep this up for an entire week, let alone two months. You’ll have a stroke first, or you’ll die of a sensitivity meltdown during one of Geunseok’s endless spiels, who knows?

Lying face down on the bed, you check your phone to see a bunch of texts from Miyeon and a missed call from Seokjin. You frown and mark his contact before pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, how’s our little loafer doing?” you hear him say.

You frown. “Loafer? I’m gonna kill you.” At your words, Seokjin chuckles. “Is anything wrong? I couldn’t check my email—”

“Don’t worry and enjoy your holidays, we’re taking care of everything. It’s a bit weird not having you around here, though,” he murmurs then. “But we’ll survive. Just wanted to know how you’re doing.”

“Well, uh,” you say, shrugging even though he can’t see you, “you know that not working stresses me a lot, and I’m under enough stress already.”

He lets out a heavy puff of air on the other line, making you sigh as well. “I know you’re tired of hearing this, but you needed a break, all right? We don’t want you to get into another—”

“I swear to God, Kim Seokjin— if you bring up the car thing again—”

“You fucking fell asleep on the road, Y/N!” he suddenly exclaims, making you wince. “You were so fucking tired you literally fell asleep! Do you even understand what could’ve happened? You were so, so lucky you only hurt your wrist! You— you could’ve died!”

“But it’s unfair.” You let out a chuckle. There’s a knot down your throat that threatens to unravel. “I’ve been told all my life that I have to focus on work, that I have a dynasty to honour, a legacy to carry on. My parents died and left me in charge, I gave up my youth for them – and now that I did it, now that I’ve done every single thing that I was told it was my duty to do, I’m the crazy bitch who only thinks about work?”

Oh, your parents. It’s almost as if they made you a girl with textbook family problems, following all the guidelines. Greedy, lonely, selfish motherfuckers. Your mother resented you for tying her to her husband and your father resented you for the almost-divorce. You’d never say this to anyone, but you’re so happy they’re both buried six feet under.

“Y/N… I know your parents made mistakes. I know you resent them. But… wasn’t Mrs O always there to defend you? Do it for her. She’s worried sick about you.”

You bury your face on the pillow so that Seokjin doesn’t hear you sob. The tears pool in your eyes and seep into the fabric, smearing the makeup you never got to remove. Why do you always have to think about them when you feel like shit? You must be a masochist.

But for some reason, you can’t stop.

If there’s anything that deserves to kill you, it has to be what hurts the most. Your job, your parents. You hate them, but you can’t even imagine a life without them. You’re addicted to them, to the pain. You know nothing else and nothing better.

“Drink some water and go to sleep, we can always talk in the morning.”

Your fingers tighten around the phone. “Yeah…”

With your cheeks burning up with embarrassment, you hang up the phone. This is one of the times when you feel like a child. Why does everybody feel like they have the right to nag at you?

They weren’t even there when you needed them. You stood up for yourself, and you always will.

You wake up the next morning with a loud-ass barrage of notifications assaulting your phone. The buzzing is so loud it makes your nightside table tremble. It doesn’t stop, though, no matter how long you hold on waiting it out.

With a grunt, you reach your arm and grab the damn phone just to turn on the screen. The office group chat is on fire:

The fried chicken place down the street it’s super cool, and it even has karaoke!

Isn’t it super expensive as well?

We could invite President Kim so that he pays for everyone. Plus, he’s hot.

Don’t say that lol, I know a bunch of people here who would accept right away and get into pick-me mode.

Why would you say that, or do you wanna start a fight?

It’s me, I’m people.

Frowning, you try to scroll up to see what they’re even talking about. A few texts about going out cross your sight, and finally you see a message mentioning you; it’s been a week since you started working with them, and so they’re using that as an excuse to go out for a drink after work. How can you refuse that?

Is @Shin Y/N still asleep? Somebody call her or she’ll regret her outfit today.

You can’t help chuckling at Hyejin; she does kind of know you a bit already. Resting on your elbows, you quickly type that you’re finally up and thank her for her concern.

[Friday, 6:57 AM] You: So, I see the plan is getting wasted at the karaoke.

You wait for a second, unsure – it’s been a while since you last drank, and even if you can more or less hold your liquor, you’ve never been exactly a big fan of after-work dinners. They take away your employees’ hard-earned off-hours, and you never know for how long the senior colleagues will drag it out since they’re apparently the only ones who don’t have a private life to lead.

But you have to keep up this pretence that you’re a normal young woman. However, you’re not young enough to go around whining about work dinners. If you were three or four years younger, well, maybe – but not now.

[Friday, 7:00 AM] You: Count me in, but don’t look at me weird when I start singing off-key. [Friday, 7:00 AM] Hyejin-ah: Talk about having faith in yourself. [Friday, 7:01 AM] Hyejin-ah: ❤️❤️❤️

With this promise and the frightful feeling that something is definitely going to go wrong tonight, you get out of bed.

At the usual time, you are dressed – as usual – and waiting down the block at the usual bus stop. You miss your car, but you don’t think a secretary driving an expensive BMW is the most sensible thing to do. But you always had time to take a nap on the way to the office.

While you check your phone and new company email, you think about all the projects you didn’t revise and the meetings you never got to attend at Jungsim Enterprises.

“Good morning, Y/N!”

You nod, greeting a few co-workers, and walk up to your desk as you take off your coat.

The morning doesn’t start off too weirdly: some emails waiting to be answered, some calls you deal with without a problem, and some reports you go over before you send them back. Half an hour later, you get up to get your first coffee and finally realise— is your boss, uh, arriving any time soon?

Park Jimin has gone through already, got here around ten past eight. He walked into President Kim’s office and came out barely fifteen minutes later.

Then your desk phone rings.

“Ms Shin?” Ah, that’s Kim Taehyung. “Could you come and bring me Han’s reports? The ones you took yesterday.”

You rummage through your desk and find them. “Of course, but, uh— where are you, sir?”

“I’m… in my office?”

“Oh!” you let out and nod, frowning. “Okay, I’ll bring them now.”

“Thank you…”

With the papers in your hand, you get up and walk down to his office with half-hearted confidence; when on earth did he get here? You weren’t so engrossed in your tasks as not to notice him, were you? Maybe Taehyung walked past you and you didn’t even look at him, maybe you didn’t even greet him! Great way to continue improving your professional relationships, Y/N.

A thunderous voice comes through the door when you approach his office; it sounds like a very furious, disappointed middle-aged man talking to him on the phone. Pressing your lips together, you wait until you hear a goodbye.

You knock on the door and come in when you hear his soft voice. “Good morning, Mr Kim. Sorry, I didn’t know you were here. Didn’t see you come in.”

“Ah, I arrived before you did,” he replies.

Again, his smile seems coy but genuine, and a bit sad. It’s always like that with him, like he’s forever torn between aloofness and gentleness. And frankly, you’re tired of having to figure out his shenanigans.

Taehyung waits for you to say something else, sitting on the edge of his chair with his hands clutched on his lap.

Cute.

“Should we go through your schedule for today?” you finally suggest.

“Sure!” He clumsily gets up and points at the chair in front of his desk. “I, uh— please, take a seat…”

Nodding slowly and without looking away from him, you drag the chair and sit down. Phone out, you start reading the to-do list out loud as he nods to your words. You don’t notice, but his softened eyes are glued to your face, and a tender smile slowly appears on his face.

“Min Yoongi will be here anytime soon for the financial department meeting…” you murmur mindlessly, still scrolling down your phone. “I will look over the arrangements in the conference room.”

“Okay…”

He looks bored, you realise. Either bored or overwhelmed, whatever, but he clearly hates it.

“Oh—” Finally, Taehyung’s eyes spark at your exclamation. “Hm, no, this is not gonna work…” Without a word – of explanation or permission, to be honest – you grab a paper and a pen and start writing down some messy timetable. “And I can delay this… And they don’t leave until seven, so it could be possible… Hm, yeah, and this…”

A child-like pinch of curiosity shines through Taehyung’s eyes. “What are you doing? What did you change?”

You show him the screen of your phone so that he can check the re-arranged schedule.

“You didn’t have a lunch break.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at your words; he clutches the edge of his chair and looks away without saying anything, heat rushing up to his face.

Oh, his cheeks look terribly cute when he blushes.

Oh.

Stop.

“I will inform all those affected of the changes, but I’ll be in time for the meeting with Finance,” you blurt out and get up, clumsily dragging one of the chair’s legs with you.

You bend over the desk for balance and apologise. In a millisecond, you have stormed off his office.

“Thank you—”

You would’ve done it for anyone. Lunch breaks are a human right, and a necessary one – no one can function without a proper meal and a little rest. It doesn’t exclude Kim Taehyung, just like it doesn’t exclude any of your corporates. You would’ve done it for anyone.

Even if not just anyone can make your heart race at the sight of an innocent blush.

Min Yoongi arrives at the office just a few minutes later tucked in a thick overcoat and a puffy face. He quietly nods at you as a greeting and walks into Taehyung’s office, and you get up to collect all the stuff you need for the meeting; truly, this job has made you feel more grateful for Hobi’s job and realise how much easier he makes yours.

“Morning…” Both men walk out of the office, and the CFO greets you with a mumble and a nod. “Could I ask you for a coffee, Ms Shin?”

Okay, there is one thing you hate about this job, and that’s the fact that it looks like you’ve got ‘barista’ written on your forehead. But you smile and nod so that it doesn’t show, and you get up to follow them to the conference room.

“Secretary Shin!”

You look up as you put on your coat, startled by the exclamation; Hyejin runs up to you and hands you your purse.

“You left it in my office,” she says and checks it out. “It’s cute, though, where did you get it?”

In Paris, you think, biting your cheek. “Uh, I don’t really remember, sorry. I— actually, I think it was a gift…? So, uh, are we ready to leave? Karaoke night.”

“Ah, I knew you were excited!” Hyejin chirps then.

Despite her position as the Marketing director, Ahn Hyejin is a very chill, nice person. It’s nice to have corporates that don’t treat regular staff as mere errand runners – or at least those who thank them, unlike a certain someone who used to work for you— anyways, she’s nice, she’s game, and you like her.

The rest of your colleagues are waiting in the lobby, ready to swarm out. Some of those who reluctantly accepted seem a little more excited than before, while others now regret having accepted so enthusiastically.

Human behaviour will never cease to amaze you, truly.

“There’s still—” Hyejin checks the time on her phone before she looks up. “Oh, there you are!”

Slowly, you turn around to see President Kim and Park Jimin walking down the hall in your direction.

One of your co-workers leans into you and whispers, “Oh-my-God—! Did she really invite them? Jesus, I’m having a stroke.” You don’t look at her, though, too astonished. “I mean, it’s kind of cool? But everyone’s gonna be too uptight, don’t you think?”

You really don’t know if inviting more corporate to the evening is a good idea, but maybe the fact that you despise the idea of spending off-work hours with Kim Taehyung is pushing you into that feeling. Anyways, you are the first to nod and greet them with a smile, and they both greet you back as Taehyung seems to relax a bit.

“I hope we didn’t ruin the mood,” Jimin jokes.

Everyone lets out a half-nervous, half-relaxed laugh. Finally, the group heads down and organises the evening.

“I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

Taehyung’s deep voice gets you by surprise as you’re already walking behind everyone else. Even Park Jimin is ahead of you, chatting with some staff from the IT department.

You decide to be honest with him for once. “As long as you don’t get into ‘boss mode’ you’ll be all right, I guess.”

“I don’t think I even have a boss mode,” he chuckles.

“But I hope you understand… this will all be your treat,” you continue, this time with a grin.

Taehyung nods in silence, still smiling.

You walk as a group to the bar, some in silence and others chatting with each other. At one point, Hyejin approaches you with a small smile; she whispers something to you, but you don’t quite understand her and just smile and nod.

The owner of the place seems to know the guy who recommended it, as they greet each other as soon as you all walk in. Politely asked to do so, Taehyung walks up and bows to the old man, who greets him with overdone enthusiasm. It later turns out the place is owned by some old friends of your co-worker’s parents.

“Let’s get started!” someone exclaims.

You sit between two nice colleagues you carefully picked and curated on the way to the bar.

“Okay, guys! You know the rules, no phones!” Hyejin suddenly says, getting up from her seat. “Leave all those evil devices on the centre of the table. Let’s focus on drinking and chatting tonight.”

I hope I get saved a seat in heaven after this, you think.

Conversation flows naturally after a few drinks and some ill-sung tunes. Almost everyone is laughing, even if there’s always some amusing bad blood. You must admit, after a beer or two, you join the giggles and the struggle to talk without slurring. You also sing your go-to, impossible-to-fail song.

President Kim and Park Jimin have been sitting at the end of the table all this time. Jimin made the effort to chat from time to time, but the CEO thought otherwise.

When you finish your song, you realise someone has taken over your seat, so you join them.

“Sorry to intrude,” you murmur.

But Jimin shakes his head. “Not at all, we’re glad to see you.”

“Why don’t you go up and sing?” At your blurted-out suggestion, both men make a grimace of surprise. “Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you’re too shy?”

“God, it’s so weird to see this side of you, Ms Shin!”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung elbows his brother as if trying to reprimand him for such a comment.

You frown. “Hey, what does that even mean?”

“I don’t know… Maybe you remind me of him,” Jimin says, pointing at your boss. “You both can be a bit stiff sometimes… Like, I guess nobody’s born knowing how to have fun or talk to other people… but is it really that hard to learn?”

“I know how to have fun,” you scoff.

Maybe you would have taken his words worse if you hadn’t been tipsy, but it actually makes you chuckle; it’s not the first time you hear it, so it could be that they were right all along.

“I’m not stiff,” Mr Kim mumbles, “you’re just too comfortable pestering people. Why did you accept coming here? Don’t you think they did it just to be polite? I’m sure they’d be acting like themselves if we weren’t here…” You nod slowly – those are exactly your thoughts. “I think it was inconsiderate of us to accept their invitation.”

Now that you pay attention, it’s true that everyone has eventually shied away from their spot; those who were sitting next to them have managed to snitch the chairs at the front – at the expense of losers like you.

Hyejin and the other senior managers are mingling with those who are more or less in their position. You can talk comfortably with anyone, really.

But they’re sitting there only with each other.

After a few drinks, Hyejin’s attempts to make you sing a pop duo with her succeeded, and you get up with a whine. Honestly, you don’t register the quality of your performance, and really, you don’t want to think about it. Let’s just leave it as a blurry memory floating within tomorrow’s hangover.

You sit back amidst claps and bury your face in your hands, embarrassed – when did this ever seem like a good idea? But when you look up, you realise nobody is paying attention to you anymore.

The rest of the evening goes on, and suddenly it’s past midnight and everybody’s dead drunk.

The group thanks the owner of the place as you all walk out, bowing to him. President Kim and Mr Park bother to shake his hand again, congratulating him for such a good service. They even ponder the idea of holding another post-work evening here, and the old man seems thrilled by the idea. The two young men are the last to come out, so you’re officially ready to drunkenly say goodbye.

“Everyone’s going the other way?” you ask with a pout, pointing at where you think your bus stop is.

“I think we’re all gonna get a cab,” someone says.

Another co-worker nods. “Yeah, a ride home won’t be too expensive, and I’m wasted. Can’t way to get home and go to bed,” she jokes then, elbowing a friend.

“Why don’t you just get a cab?”

“I don’t… trust taxis,” you murmur. “I’d rather a packed bus.”

Some people would say you don’t like to be drove around by a stranger. Leftovers from your parents’ accident, most probably; the fact that you always get anxious is inevitable. More often than not you have to double-check your assistant’s background to make sure you’re not getting in a looney-manoeuvred car.

Taehyung stares at you. “You shouldn’t go to the bus stop all by yourself, it’s not safe.”

“I know that—”

A drop falls on your nose. Of course, it had to rain right now. Well, it’s been raining almost daily for a week now so, who else is to blame if not your stupid ass? Then you notice everyone literally brought an umbrella – including President Kim.

“I’ll walk you, don’t worry,” he decides.

While the rest of the group circles around each other to figure out how they’re going to call so many cabs, Jimin sneaks into a convenience store.

Taehyung and you are left alone. You shove your hands in your coat’s pockets and stare at the cars driving by you, and the sudden feeling that he’s behind you startles you; opening the umbrella and covering you first, he quickly apologises, claiming that he’s trying to see what on earth is Jimin doing in there.

“Well, I’ll just go,” you murmur with a polite smile. “You can wait for Mr Park or go inside to check on him.”

“He can take care of himself,” Taehyung replies nonchalantly.

Honestly, you’re too drunk to fight with your boss, so you just nod and head to the bus stop down the street. It’s merely a ten-minute walk, although it’s true that it’s dark and you’re tipsy.

“I had fun tonight.”

Taehyung raises his head. “I’m glad… I had fun too, even if, hm, it was a bit awkward.”

“Yeah” – you have to nod in agreement at that – “but I guess it’s good that they can see this side of their boss, too? Post-work dinners can be obnoxious if the seniors get too much of a hold, so think of yourself as their protector.”

Your words make him laugh, and his laugh turns out to be cute and boyish, so clear; it’s contagious, too, so you end up giggling with him.

The weird thing about this situation, you think, it’s that it’s half awkward, half nice – like you actually enjoy being with him but there’s a barrier between the two of you. Maybe it’s just the fact that you were raised to deeply respect your elders and superiors, and technically President Kim is your boss.

“Not without your assistance,” he replies. “I wouldn’t have been able to stop Hyejin and Minho from ordering another round without your help… I guess I had fun too.”

You turn around to face the man with a soft smile. “I think we’ll make a good team.”

Because teaming up is important, especially for someone in his position. No leader can flourish and push without a loyal, hard-working team by their side. You learned that lesson by hook in your early twenties when you took over the business – your life felt like a medieval political TV show for a few months, all enemies left slaughtered.

Maybe that’s when your trust issues began.

“We will?” Taehyung asks, almost as if he struggled to believe any kindness coming from you. “I already told you… I want to be a good boss.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Looking at you, he nods, and you stop walking. “The job is… not the best. And not the worst, either. There are some parts that I love and some parts that I hate… But I could never truly settle to work for someone I don’t respect.” You don’t notice, but Taehyung holds his breath for a second. “So, if you work hard, Mr Kim, I’ll work even harder. Let’s make that promise, okay?”

With a handshake, you turn around again and resume walking. Your legs are shaking, and you have no idea why on earth you just said that. Are you insane? Maybe you are. Maybe your grandmother is right and you’re slowly falling into a pit of madness.

“I hate my job too.”

Startled by his deep, slurry voice coming from behind you, you turn your head to him only to be faced with his reflection in a nearby shop window.

A weak chuckle escapes your lips. “But... you’re the CEO of one of the most successful businesses in the world, how could you hate your job?” Your voice is mockingly polite and clear. That’s something you actually tell yourself quite often; you were born to be what you are so, how could you hate it? – when you also love it so much it hurts.

“Exactly, that’s the reason…! No one sees me as anything other than this… successful CEO,” he whimpers.

And you get his pain, and you can’t help but blame him for it. Just like you blame yourself.

“It is a lonely job,” you murmur, no longer looking at him.

You’re staring at your own reflection as rain pours onto the umbrella. No one would look at you and think that there are two lonely executives standing in front of a shop window; in a way, this job has made you realise how lonely you actually are, and how used you are to the feeling.

Kim Taehyung would most likely never be telling you this if it hadn’t been for the probably upsetting conversation that he had with his father earlier. Or at least that’s your guess. Not for nothing you’ve had to hold yourself as you cried yourself to sleep, wondering if any of this whole thing called life is worth it. The weak hums, the lowered eyes, the silent sighs – you’ve done them all.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for,” he suddenly says with a weak smile. “I shouldn’t bother you with such personal stuff. And I probably sounded super pretentious with the whole ‘successful but lonely CEO’ thing.”

Although you get what he means and understand him, Taehyung doesn’t think you care for him at all. Maybe you don’t, not much, at least. So, he gulps in embarrassment, regretting offering to walk you to the bus stop. He should have just handed out his umbrella and waited for his car.

You probably think bad of him already.

“Don’t worry.”

He finally dares to look up. “Uh?”

“I’m sure I’m the last person you’d choose to vent to if you had any alternative,” you say then, “so, don’t worry. I’m not particularly kind or anything, but I won’t use it against you.”

And Taehyung blushes. Maybe it’s just the cold, or the prior embarrassment, but he looks at you and blushes, and the fuzzy warm feeling in the pit of his stomach grows. Have you always been this pretty? This beautiful. Well, yes, that’s why he always stares at you, however he may regret it later when he realises.

“The bus stop is right there.”

What a fucking idiot, he tells himself; you’re digging your own grave, Taehyung.

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≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

taglist: @severecatsheep

"Today we're going to be starting our first novel, Our Twisted Hero."

For once, you stared outside the window during literature class, looking at something other than Dr. Kim. You felt too guilty, uncomfortable, and dirty after what you did. He was your professor, and you kissed him.

And you liked it.

What made it all worse is that you wanted more. You wanted to be absolutely destroyed by this man, and then lovingly cuddled immediately after. You wanted him, nothing but him, and all of him.

"y/n?" A voice called out your name- it was Dr. Kim. You snapped out of your thoughts and turned your focus back on the class. Seokjin smiled as you did so.

"Thank you for rejoining us." You blushed out of embarrassment- you had been caught daydreaming.

The class continued with no other distractions. Still, you were in a dazed high from yesterday. Nothing felt real as you jotted down assignments in your planner. Just like that, you were distracted again. Little hearts covered the empty spaces of your planner as you mindlessly doodled on.

"y/n!" Dr. Kim scolded this time, slamming a book against the desk. You jumped in your seat, sitting up straight and giving your full attention to the professor. A blush heated your face as everyone turned to look at you.

"Since some of us don't want to pay attention, class is over now. Remember to have up to page 20 read and your study guide done for Monday." He looked back at you, solely addressing you, "y/n, I'd like to speak with you for a moment."

You slowly began to pack up your backpack as students filed out of the classroom. Dr. Kim made his way to the back of the class towards you, his eyes burning holes into you. He smirked as you kept your head down, refusing to look up at him.

"You really can't keep me off your mind, can you?" He teased, putting a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His stare soon turned cold again, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, hun."

"Yes, sir," you blushed at the pet name. Looking down, you noticed a growing bulge in Seokjin's slacks.

"My eyes are up here, y/n." He gripped your chin forcefully. "See something you like?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Seokjin released your face and reached behind you to close the blinds. The room grew significantly darker, especially in the back where a fluorescent light above you had burnt out. Wetting your lips, you couldn't keep your eyes off the professor as he leaned against the back wall.

"Knees, now."

Without hesitation, you kneeled on the floor, shuffling closer so you were closer to Dr. Kim. He smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair. You leaned into the touch and closed your eyes.

"Such a good girl, so obedient for Daddy." Seokjin tugged at your hair, forcing a small gasp out of you. Your panties grew wetter from his words. Not a single thought was running through your mind except for Dr. Kim.

The man chuckled above you. "I'm not sure if you deserve this after not paying attention in class. Or was this exactly what you were thinking of?" All you could do was let out a pitiful whine, looking back and forth between his bulge and his face.

"Hmm? What's that? Not as brave as you were yesterday, huh?"

Kissing him felt like nothing; you had kissed guys before this. However, not once were you so close to another person's private area, teetering on the edge of sex. It felt exciting, yet intimidating.

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, feeling a lot more shy and exposed. You looked away towards the door, anxious that someone may come in. Seokjin seemed to pick up on your worries.

"No one has this room reserved for another hour, don't worry. It's just us." Another hand ran through your hair, gently stroking it and placing a stray strand behind your ear.

You weren't ready for this. It felt wrong. As your eyes darted around the room, you anxiously bounced on your legs. Leading the professor on like this was a horrible thing to do, and for what? All you had was a little crush and now look at you, kneeling in front of your teacher with soaked panties as he palmed his hard-on.

"Maybe you're not ready for this cock, is that it?" You nodded your head, embarrassed tears glazing over your eyes. Your hands came up to cover your face from any more embarrassment or shame.

Seokjin picked you up and placed you on the table next to your bag. You moved your hands away from your face, allowing him to deeply kiss you. Kissing him felt so easy, and when he tugged gently on your bottom lip, you went crazy. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him deeper. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and your eyes shot wide open. You pulled away from the kiss, not liking the feeling.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Kim asked, his face full of concern. Biting your lip, you stared at his beautiful, full lips, now tinted red.

"I don't like tongue," You felt ashamed to admit, "Sensory thing..."

He giggled at your bashfulness, placing a gentle peck on your lips.

"I'll try to remember that."

————

The Korean Cultural meeting took place in the library. You decided to skip your meeting at the last minute, deeming it pointless. Classes had been going well, better than well in fact, so you saw no point in attending.

As you approached, Dr. Kim sent you a smile. He pulled out an empty chair for you right next to him. All eyes were now on you. You tensed up as you took a seat, looking around the table with a wavering smile.

Jimin and Taehyung sat across from you, hyping up your arrival. 'There she is!' 'The party can start now!' 'As beautiful as ever!' You blushed at their cheers, desperately wanting them to just shut up. They were so nice and friendly, maybe a bit too much, but it always made you smile.

There were many people you didn't know. They stared at you with confusion, questioning who you were and why Jimin and Taehyung acted so excited to see you. At the end of the table sat Cara with another boy. She was all over him, her legs over his lap and arms embracing his neck, basically sitting on his lap. The boy looked mighty uncomfortable and tired until his eyes landed on you. He looked you up and down, smirking.

You couldn't help but notice his shirt with 'TKE' on it in giant letters. Oh, he was in Tau Kappa Epsilon with Taehyung. Upperclassmen had warned you about them, and how they were the unruly frat house constantly on the verge of being suspended from Greek life. Taehyung made you believe the rumors were all exaggerated lies, but one look at the boy across the table only confirmed the stereotypes. He looked like trouble.

By the time the meeting start time came around, roughly 16 students were in attendance. Once the table capacity was reached, Seokjin gave up his seat next to you, opting to stand between the tables the club was using. There was another professor you didn't recognize who lead the meeting, with Dr. Kim commenting every once in a while.

You felt eyes on you at all times. From the boy at your table to Dr. Kim, you knew you were being watched. You tried your best to ignore it, listening to the speaker, but you couldn't help but take quick glances.

The boy looked you over as if examining you closely. He looked impressed by you, making you feel small under his gaze. His eyes watched your every move, focusing a bit too much on your chest area, as if you were a theatre act. He didn't want to miss a moment of you.

Dr. Kim's eyes were softer, more welcoming. He looked almost proud of you for showing up tonight, thankful that you came. You didn't miss his wink as your eyes met, making you blush and quickly look away.

The meeting concluded sooner than you thought- only lasting a solid 15 minutes. A packet was passed out to everyone, detailing upcoming meetings, events, and a study abroad trip to Korea.

Led by Mr. Kim.

You were the last one remaining at the meeting, logging the meetings and events into your planner. A hand on your shoulder made you jump- you swore you were alone.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Dr. Kim looked down at you with a smile. Smiling back, you closed your planner, giving Seokjin your whole attention.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said, looking genuinely remorseful.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

Seokjin checked the time on his watch. "I think the buses stopped for the day by now. Shall I drive you home?"

Flustered, you stammered out gibberish. You knew the buses hadn't stopped their routes yet, not until 10 pm. Dr. Kim was lying to you, trying to persuade you into getting into his car. Hesitation flooded your thoughts. You knew that if you got in his car, this relationship would cross the boundaries of a professional relationship. Leaving campus with a teacher was a major red flag. There would be no going back.

"Sure."