#jin's mailbox

[kithtaehyung]

RYEN WAKE UP JINS BACK

1/7 WE ARE SO FCKING BACK!!!!

[thestregatimes]

bro i love your tiny jin drawings he's so mipy i wanna chew and eat him /pos

he is just a guy... a little one

[jjungxkook]

Hi, Skye! I just wanted to say something that I forgot to say in my review of Blackout pt. 2. And that is that Tae and Jin should get more credit for the really good friends that they are to Jungkook!

Obviously we all love OC and Jungkook together, so that scene where they tried to set him up with Hayun was uncomfortable for us to read, but they thought she was his crush and didn't know about OC after all! It was actually really thoughtful of them to invite her. They also didn't stop trying to keep OC company and involve her in their conversation. And the fact that they told Jungkook off about leaving her alone when they found out about the situation just really made me like them so much.

I don't know, it's just something I've been thinking about. Hope you're doing well 💕💕

Ivi that's such a beautiful observation tbh🥺 i know oc is a bit irritated by them n how they tried to wingman for jk, but that truly makes them such thoughtful and good friends! and yes yes how they immediately changed their demeanor when they understood what was going on with her?!!?

no wonder jk speaks so well of them!! ty for sharing your thoughts, that was so lovely🥺❤️

[mysterystarz]

nova thank you sm for the match!! 🫶 ALSO ID LOVE TO DO ONE FOR YOUU

OH MY GOODNESS REALLY?? i’ll run to your inbox with pics ehehe

[pascaloverx]

Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes. If there are explicit scenes, readers will be warned. This fanfic focuses on the reader's relationship with Jungkook and Taehyung, separately.

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Chapter Fourteen

It was days of waiting for either of them to come back to the hospital to visit you. What to do, maybe you're a hypocrite. Sending two handsome men away and now wanting them back It seems a bit silly even to you. Your mother didn't leave your side, not for a minute. She only stepped away when some of your other friends came to visit. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin. They all came here to spend a few hours, or in the case of Jimin and Hoseok, the whole day with you.  You can safely say that you understand what Jungkook and Taehyung mean to you,  but without remembering them, it hardly matters. It's been almost three days since you returned home, and neither of them has shown up at your house. According to your mother, both of them call her. She said that despite not understanding your romantic life, she's happy that you'll definitely marry well. You're not so sure if she's right, but you don't know if you have an open enough relationship to tell her that you don't remember wanting to marry anyone. Your mother was a great caregiver, but you're feeling more liberated now that she's back home. And your first task is to go downstairs to fetch the mail. Using crutches makes it incredibly difficult to descend the stairs in your building.

"You need some help?" You look ahead and come face to face with Jungkook, who seems to have just come from a run, his hair wet and his face slightly sweaty. Truth be told, what a handsome man.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could help me with these crutches. Grabbing mail with them seems to be impossible." You say in response, not looking directly at him. There's always the risk of getting lost in his gaze and giving the wrong impression.

"Let me help you with that." He says, using the keys in your hand to open your mailbox. You take a deep breath, feeling Jungkook's scent fill the air of the lobby. He then places your mail in your hands and takes your crutches, handing them to you. You look at him with confusion, wondering what his plan is. Then he firmly puts his arm around you, lifting you up and placing you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant when I accepted your help, right?" You speak as he carries you to your apartment, which by the way, you're not sure how he's managing. Maybe he's a supernatural being, huh?

"All I know is that you're not in a condition to go up and down alone. I guess what you're trying to say is thank you." He doesn't seem too pleased. You look at him a little embarrassed.

"I'll put you down now, so get ready." He speaks as you search for a good response to give him. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe this accident has affected your ability to interact.

"Look, I... would like to apologize. I was rude that day at the hospital. Maybe because I'm confused. Maybe it's because..." Again, your ability to think of what to say escapes you. But Jungkook seems to be amused by this.

"Because I want you, Taehyung wants you, and you have no idea what you want?" He says, opening the door to the apartment for you. You then smile. It's funny to be in a confusing love triangle.

"Can I be honest with you? Like really honest?" You speak as you look into his eyes, now standing face to face with him just after he opened the door.

"It's hard to imagine a moment when you haven't been like this with me, but okay, be honest. Give me the truth, I can take it." Jungkook says playfully, which seems quite charming.

"Wanting isn't the issue. I don't even remember you guys, and I could easily want both of you back, with reciprocity. The problem is that you both seem to have deep feelings, something I don't have. And I hate to break it to you, I don't want to discover feelings." You say, being as honest as you can possibly be. The proximity between you two becomes more physical, giving you a sense that perhaps Jungkook is less disappointed than you imagine.

"When we talk about wanting, you mean..." Jungkook seems to be teasing, which is quite pleasant. Flirting is something new since you lost your memory.

"I mean, if you were to kiss me right now, I'd be okay with that. But if you want to sit down and talk about feelings, I'll save it for another time." You speak straightforwardly. Was that how you were before, or is it a new aspect of your personality?

"I believe a kiss is worth more than just an 'okay,' but let's see how you feel about it in practice." He says, pulling you closer and kissing you. But contrary to what you expected, it's a gentle kiss. A kiss that stirs your emotions, which you now can see is Jungkook's objective. But you can't seem to pull your lips away from his. It feels like a kind of addiction, something you want to hold onto. In fact, you're holding onto Jungkook tightly to keep him as close to you as possible. Until you stagger, almost falling.

"You want to, um... have some tea with me?" You say, adjusting yourself and heading towards your apartment. Now, what you want is a long make-out session with Jungkook.

"I don't know, maybe it's too much for you. Not to mention I need a shower." He replies, teasing you.

"You have two seconds to come in here, close the door, and seize this opportunity. If you want, you can take a shower here. I have a great washer and dryer." You suggest nonchalantly but hoping he accepts. There's a fire burning inside you, and he seems to be the cure for it at the moment.

"You know that means you're going to see me naked, right?" He says, closing the door, and you smile, leaning against the corner of the couch. He then comes towards you, and you kiss him again. There goes your time to be alone and reflect on what's best for you.

[minisugakoobies]

Into the Rush - Part One | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, crack, Best Friend's Brother!AU, Dodgeball!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of feeling rejected and unlovable, a little angsty but you know me, pansexual!Taehyung in the house, side VMin, Wooga Squad alert, Himbo NamKook alert, dance leader Hobi is reimagined here as a dodgeball team captain, implied sex, the smut is to come (heh) in part two

Word Count: 7.3K for part one; total wc tbd

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you’re surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.

A/N: Happy belated birthday, Jin! This was written as part of the Catch of the Century collab, hosted by MVPs @raplinesmoon @joheunsaram and @kithtaehyung!

Sooooo this underwent a few rewrites and then my life blew up as the December deadline got closer and then I decided to do Kinkmas because I'm just a gal who can't say no. I knew I could either rush to get this done, be upset at how shoddily written it is, and then hate myself for putting out something I wasn't proud of just to meet the deadline, orrrrr I could be kind to myself and recognize that I am a human and not a machine and sometimes despite my best efforts I fall short, and release it as a two-parter. Et voilà! Here is part one.

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 Part Two

“Dodgeball. You want to play dodgeball?” 

You stare at your roommate incredulously. Taehyung nods. 

“Dodgeball. The kids game? The beloved sport of sociopathic PE teachers everywhere? That dodgeball?” 

He can’t be serious. Neither you nor he are the athletic type. But from the solemn look on his face as you continue to sputter in surprise, you know he’s not joking. Taehyung is many things - an artist, a daydreamer, the kindest soul you’ve ever met and your best friend of five years and counting - but he’s not a liar. 

Still, when he’d walked into your room five minutes ago, yanked back the curtains to let the late-morning light in, and told you to get up because he had an idea, you’d assumed he’d wanted you to go with him down to the coffee shop on the corner so he could covertly admire his latest crush, the cute barista with the pink hair. Dodgeball was nowhere near the possibilities your mind conjured up. 

Taehyung sighs. “Yes. Dodgeball. There’s an adult league that plays at the rec center on Saturdays and I want to join. And I want you to join, too.” He flops down on your bed, nudging you over so he can lie next to you, ignoring your grumbles as you make room. “I think it would be good for you to get out a little. Get some fresh air.”

“I have plenty of fresh air,” you inform him, gesturing to your bedroom window, which is currently cracked about an inch. It might be spring, but the chill that clings in the air still feels like winter. 

“Uh-huh. Sure you do. But out of curiosity, when’s the last time you actually left the apartment, besides for work?”

“Um.” He’s got you there. Casting your mind back, you can’t even remember the last time you left the safety of your home to do anything other than clock in at the bartending job where you both work. “Does going to the mailbox count?”

It doesn’t, and he doesn’t even need to respond, just gives you his signature exasperated look, but the warmth in his brown eyes shimmers just beneath as always. “Pumpkin,” he begins, using one of the many silly nicknames he loves to address you by, knowing how much you hate cutesy stuff like that, “you can’t hide in here forever.” 

An instant rebuttal floats through your mind. You absolutely can hide in your room for the rest of your life, if you so choose. The internet brings the world to your fingertips. Everything can be delivered these days. Okay, true, you’ll still need to leave for work, but that’s only until you finish your novel and net yourself a publishing deal. Then you can quit your crappy bartending job, build yourself the perfect blanket nest, and become the hermit you were always meant to be. 

Joining a dodgeball team doesn’t fit into that plan. It’s going to require you to go outside. Outside is dangerous. 

Outside is where he is. 

At the sharp pang that stabs your gut, you turn to your roommate with a grimace. “I don’t know. I’m not really a… sports…person - and neither are you, frankly. And it’s a team sport, which means others will be relying on you. You really think this is something you can commit to? I mean, remember the gym?”

Last year, the two of you had joined a gym together at his suggestion, which you both had visited a grand total of one time. He later confessed he’d only signed up because a hot customer at the bar had convinced him to after a long evening of flirting. That short-lived commitment ended the moment Taehyung arrived at the gym and discovered that the hot patron’s promise to give Tae a full-body workout was not, to Tae’s disappointment, a euphemism, but only a sales pitch.

Again, Taehyung doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, he uses the one weapon in his arsenal that destroys you every time the two of you argue over what to do.

With a tilt of his head, Taehyung flashes you his big sad puppy dog eyes.

You sigh. “Goddamn it. Fine. Fine. Let’s play dodgeball.” 

Immediately, Taehyung’s countenance changes, a brilliant, boxy smile crossing his face as he grins at your caving. “Great! Sign-ups are actually this afternoon, sooooo… up and at ‘em, cupcake! Let’s get moving.” He jumps up, holding out his hands, and you begrudgingly let him pull you out of bed. “You’re definitely going to need a shower before we meet the other players.” 

“Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” you mutter as you follow him down the hallway towards your tiny kitchen to brew some coffee, knowing you’ll need the caffeine if you’re going to be socializing with strangers this afternoon. 

He beams again, tossing his dark bangs out of his eyes. “All the time.”

The rec center is only a few blocks from your apartment, but you’d never stepped foot inside before Taehyung drags you down there to sign up for the league. Still, there’s a familiar scent when you walk into the building, the smell of rubber mats and sweat mingling together, stirring up memories of PE classes from grade school. The flashbacks make you shudder. 

Taehyung shakes you out of your memories as he steers you towards a folding table that’s been set up in the lobby. “Come on, we check in here.” A friendly woman in a purple tracksuit sitting at the table waves you over. 

“Hiya! Are you team leaders or free agents?” She laughs at your blank stares. “Okay, I’ll take that to mean you’re not here to sign up an existing team, but you’re free agents in search of a team to join!” 

“Oh, yeah, that’s us,” Taehyung nods sagely, as if he knew that. 

“Great! If you’ll just fill out these forms…” she hands you both a sheet of paper, “I will process your fees, and then I can point you in the direction of some teams looking to add some new players!” 

Forms? Fees? This is more complicated than you’d expected. You’d figured you’d just walk in and play, like joining a pick-up game of basketball or something similar that people who like sports might do. “So, um, how does this work?” 

The smile never leaves her face as Ms. Purple Tracksuit explains that you’ll be joining a team for the next ten weeks to play against other teams in a tournament ending in a championship match between the two best teams. “And the fee covers your uniform!” 

“A uniform?”

She leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t get too excited. It’s just a t-shirt.” 

After you hand in your form and make Taehyung pay your fee, Ms. Purple Tracksuit tells you to head into the main gymnasium, where the team leaders looking for new recruits are waiting. There’s another dose of déjà vu as you enter the room to find several clusters of players standing around, sizing you up as you walk in. It reminds you of being a kid, waiting on the sidelines while the other kids whisper to one another about who to pick.

“Uh, this is a little intense,” you whisper to Taehyung, clinging to his elbow as he blithely strolls between the groups. “I feel like I’m being judged.” 

“Nah, this is a numbers thing,” he says. According to Ms. Purple Tracksuit, teams consist of six to ten players, so there’s a good chance you’ll be able to find a team together. If you’re picked at all, that is. “Whatever team needs two players will take us, I’m sure.” 

Your roommate just wanders through life with a natural confidence that you’ve rarely seen in others. You suppose it makes sense, given how handsome and talented he is. Still irks you a bit. 

“And what makes you say that?” You scan the room, taking in the other players. There are several others who wear similar expressions to your own, looking a little overwhelmed. It strangely gives you hope that you won’t be the only one here who doesn’t know what she’s doing. 

And then there are those who look like they live, eat, and breathe dodgeball, like the two tall, muscle-bound gods to your left, both wearing a shirt that says “Rock the Balls.” Team leaders, you assume. 

“Uh-huh, sure,” Taehyung replies distractedly, and you frown, following his gaze to see what caught his attention, since he’s clearly not listening, only to spy pink hair and a gorgeous smile that you recognize from your favorite coffee shop.

Grabbing his arm, you force your roommate to look at you as you hiss his name. “Taehyung. Tell me we’re not here because of that barista!” 

“Hmm?” Tae’s starry-eyed expression is all the answer you need. Of course. Of course he dragged you here so he could flirt with his crush. How did you not see this coming? “What? Noooo, I told you, I want to play dodgeball! But isn’t it a nice coincidence that Jimin is here?” 

“Right. Coincidence. You’re unbelievable.” With an exasperated sigh, you give him a push. “Well, go talk to your man. See if his team needs two new players.” 

Taehyung doesn’t need telling twice, happily bouncing towards the barista. And now you’re alone in a gymnasium full of strangers, feeling left out again. As you slowly revolve in place, looking for somewhere to hide and wait for Taehyung to return, one of the muscle-bound gods approaches. 

“Hey,” he says, giving you a little head nod. “You looking for a team?” 

Technically, you suppose you are, but you should probably see if Taehyung will be dragging you on to Jimin’s team with him first. But as you glance at the god, with his wavy dark hair and silver lip ring nestled in the corner of a pair of rather pink lips, you’ve the urge to say yes. He and his buddy are mind-meltingly hot. 

“I’m not sure. I’m here with a friend,” you finally respond. Super glad Taehyung forced you to shower today.

The god nods, eyes dragging over your frame. If you touched your cheeks right now, you’re pretty sure they’d be blazing hot under his gaze. “That’s cool. I’m Jungkook, by the way, and this is Namjoon.” He nods to the other god, whose lips quirk in a cool half-smile. 

“Sup,” he rumbles, jerking his chin in your direction. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, fingers scratching over the lines buzzed into the sides. “We run Rock the Balls. And we’re looking for two new members.”

“Actually, that’s gonna be three new members,” a familiar voice declares behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin to find yet another handsome man behind you. But this one you know well.

“Jin-ah!” Throwing your arms around his neck, you attack Seokjin with a hug, grinning as his squeaky laugh echoes through the gymnasium. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve seen Taehyung’s older brother, but he looks mostly the same - the same warm brown eyes surrounded by ever-deepening laugh lines, the same perfect cupid’s bow twitching as he smiles as you. The only difference is that his hair is a little shaggier now, a fluffy brown cloud that bounces when you finally release him. 

“I could get used to a hello like that,” Seokjin grins.

“When did you get home?” you ask, vaguely aware that the gods have drifted away. “And what are you doing here?”

“Got in two days ago. I would’ve stopped by to see you and Tae-yah, but I needed to get my land legs back first.” Seokjin probably means that pretty literally, since he’s spent the last year on a research station in the middle of the ocean. As a marine biologist, he works at a local lab run by a federal agency, studying the effects of ocean pollution on various species of fish. Occasionally, he has to do field work, but this last round was his longest stint yet, taking him away from home for nearly twelve full months. “When I texted him this morning, he mentioned that he was joining a dodgeball team, and I… well, I had to check that out for myself.” You both laugh. “So I thought I’d surprise you.”

“You definitely did that!” you confirm. “I want to hear all about your research trip. Did you find anything interesting? Discover any new species?” You lean in excitedly. “Did you finally find some mermaids??”

Seokjin tuts. “Aish, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a deep sea diver, I’m just a guy pulling water samples off a dock?” 

“Yeah, whatever, Jin Cousteau.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I was really hoping that that nickname would’ve died out in the last year.” 

“Oh no, that one’s for life. And listen, you can downplay your job all you want, but I know the deal. You just can’t tell me anything because the government forces you to keep those secrets locked down. But I’ll get the truth out of you someday.” 

“Oh?” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow. “And just how d-”

“Hyung!!” 

“Oof!” Seokjin grunts as your roommate launches himself at his brother, tackling him in a bear hug. When the affectionate embrace becomes a wrestling match in the middle of the gym, you feel a presence at your side, and turn to find Jimin and another man watching the melee with a surprised look on their faces. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassure them, “they’re always like this.” 

“Uh, okay,” the barista chuckles. “Um, I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Hoseok. Hoseok-ah, this is YN, Taehyung-ah’s roommate.” 

“Hey.” The other man grins a smile that can only be described as a beam of pure sunshine, and you wonder if this dodgeball league is for models only, because you’re basically surrounded by nothing but gorgeous people.  

“Hi. Um, and that is Seokjin, Tae-yah’s brother,” you gesture to the skirmish. 

“Mmmice to meet eww!” Seokjin’s response is a little muffled by Taehyung’s armpit, but he manages to wave. 

“Hyung, why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?” Taehyung whines.

“Anted oo urprise!” Seokjin finally untangles himself from his brother’s headlock. “Wanted to surprise you,” he says again, more clearly. 

“We’re starting a new team, and we could use three players, if you’d all like to join us?” Hoseok asks. 

“Are you sure you want this on your team?” you reply, gesturing to Taehyung and Seokjin.

“I think we can handle them,” Jimin grins, and Taehyung’s smile turns blinding. “Besides, we could use that energy on the court!” 

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “Also, we’re a brand new team, so we’re desperate!” 

“That’s my favorite word.” Seokjin’s shoulders shake as he cracks himself up. “We’re in!”

Hoseok smiles. “Fantastic. Welcome to the Seven Slamurai!”

Once you’ve finished signing up for Hoseok’s team, you, Taehyung, and Seokjin decide to grab some dinner together. Another thing about Seokjin that hasn’t changed during his time away is his voracious appetite, so you take him to an all-you-can-eat bbq restaurant not far from the rec center. 

As the soju starts flowing and the plates start piling up, Seokjin tells you about his year on the ocean. He starts out with a disclaimer, warning you that his research isn’t interesting, and he’s not entirely wrong. Most of it goes over your head, since it’s been years since you last took a biology course. But it’s not really what he’s talking about that keeps you focused on him, it’s how he talks about it that holds your attention. You’re fascinated by his passion for his work. His dedication to studying ocean life in order to preserve and protect it. It makes you wish you had a cause of your own to defend.

And then, of course, as the liquor catches up with him, he tells you all the gossip about the other crew members on his station - the hookups, the fights, all the little scandals that brought the drama to the high seas. Seokjin’s always been a good storyteller, knowing just what to say to keep you and Taehyung laughing.

“But what about you?” you ask when Seokjin pauses to stuff some pork belly in his face. “Did you have any flings with any of the other scientists? Hmmm? Dip your fishing rod in company waters?” 

“Gross,” Taehyung mumbles around a mouthful of beef bulgogi.

Seokjin shakes his head. “Nah. I didn’t click with anyone there like that. Honestly, we spent so much time together each day that by the end of it, I was dying to get away from most of them, which was really hard to do since we were basically stranded together in the middle of nowhere! So I spent a lot of my downtime hiding in my bunk, reading old research papers that I found in the station’s library.” 

“You read research papers for fun?” Taehyung looks horrified. 

Downing another shot of soju, you lean towards Seokjin, licking the peach-flavored drops from your lips. “Come on. You’re telling me you went an entire year without hooking up with anyone? Not even a little making out?” 

“Nope.” Seokjin pops the ‘p.’ At your incredulous look, he laughs, lifting his shoulders. “What? A year’s not that long! I made it just fine.” 

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, “it’s not that long. Besides, he was probably jerking off nonstop.” 

Soju flies out of Seokjin’s nose as you and Taehyung burst into raucous laughter. Seokjin scolds his brother, who argues back as he always does, telling the elder to loosen up, while you sit quietly, chin in hand, smiling to yourself as you watch the fireworks, realizing how nice it is to have Seokjin home again. 

He and Taehyung are pretty much a package deal. You’d met Taehyung first during your senior year of college. At the time, Seokjin was finishing up his graduate program at the same school, and his plans to move out of his and Taehyung’s apartment upon graduation and roll right into some field work had Taehyung feeling like he was being left high and dry. You’d ended up becoming Taehyung’s new roommate that summer, and then it had turned out that Taehyung’s worries were all for naught, because Seokjin still spent most of his free time hanging out at his (now your) place, anyway. 

You didn’t mind then and you don’t mind now. Seokjin’s a good balance to all of Taehyung’s extremes. Where Taehyung has his head in the clouds, Seokjin’s feet are firmly planted in the ground. Taehyung can be mercurial, even flaky sometimes, but Seokjin’s rock-steady.  They’re not complete opposites in everything, though. Just like his brother, Seokjin has a big heart. 

Once Seokjin runs out of steam, Taehyung shrugs. “I’m just saying, being with someone isn’t the only way to be satisfied. Just look at me. I’m single and I’m happy.” 

He looks almost smug as he states this, and something inside you snaps. The last thing you want to hear from Taehyung is another speech about loving yourself. You’ve heard plenty of those over the last few weeks. You do love yourself. 

You just wanted someone else to love you, too.

Pointing your chopsticks at him, you frown. “Oh, please don’t start! One, you were just dating a guy last month, so it’s not like you’ve gone an entire year without being with someone, and two, you literally just dragged me onto a freaking dodgeball team so you could start dating another! So I don’t want to hear any platitudes about embracing your singleness or anything like that.” 

Taehyung is silent for a moment after your outburst. “Sorry,” he finally says, poking at the remains of the kimchi on his plate. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Seokjin’s gaze bounces between the two of you. “I feel like I’m missing something.” 

Taehyung sees you nibbling on your bottom lip and he turns to his brother. “I can explain. Buttercup here-”

“Buttercup can speak for herself,” you interject, “and don’t call me that.” With a sigh, you slug back another shot of soju and look at Seokjin. He’s waiting patiently to hear what you have to say. “I was… kinda seeing someone a few months ago. And I thought that I had something with them, and it turned out that I was wrong. They didn’t feel the same way I did, so…” You trail off, not sure how to say ‘so I spent the last few months crying in my room over a broken heart.’

Luckily, Seokjin spares you this confession, nodding sympathetically. “I gotcha,” he says simply, and you nod back, stuffing some rice into your mouth so you don’t cry at the warmth in his expression. 

“I don’t know why you’re being so cryptic about who it was,” Taehyung frowns. “She’s talking about Yoongi.”

Something passes over Seokjin’s face quickly, so fast you almost miss it as you smack your roommate on his arm. He yelps in shock.

“What? He was going to find out eventually, they’re best friends!” 

You know this, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. Seokjin is actually the one who introduced the two of you, at the party he threw before he left for his research trip. You remember that night very clearly, can close your eyes and picture Yoongi standing there, with silver hair and silver hoops in his ears, dark cat eyes shimmering as Seokjin gave him your name, and you feel that same swoop in your stomach as you did then. Only now it comes with a painful twist of your heart as well. 

Falling for Yoongi happened so quickly. You’d immediately bonded over a shared love of hip-hop and whisky, spending the party huddled together on the couch, snarking over Seokjin’s music collection and liquor selection, talking until the sun came up and Seokjin started throwing everyone out. As you left, you’d asked Seokjin for Yoongi’s number. But before you even entered it into your phone, a text appeared from Yoongi himself. He confessed he’d asked Seokjin for your number as well.

“I haven’t talked to Yoongi-yah in a while.” Seokjin glances at you. “You know how hard it was for me to keep in touch. There’s no cell phone reception in the middle of the ocean, and the internet seemed to come and go at will. At least I heard from you two occasionally, but I didn’t hear from Yoongs except on my birthday, and we didn’t… you didn’t come up.” He looks apologetic as he says those last words, and your heart pangs again.

“It’s okay, why would I have?” you snort. “Like I said, it turned out to be a big bunch of nothing between us.” Despite what you thought. What you felt.

A server appears at the table to drop off the bill, and you welcome the interruption, wanting to go home and crawl into the safety of your bed again, feeling like it was a mistake to leave in the first place. Taehyung and Seokjin fight over who is going to pay, with Taehyung winning, practically throwing his card at the server, but you’re too distracted by your thoughts to enjoy the scene. 

Texting with Yoongi had turned into late night conversations. Going to concerts and bars to check out new musicians, doing whisky tastings and visiting distilleries. It felt like you were glued at the hip for a few months, and the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. Like the way you fell into his bed, over and over.

But nothing sticks out in your memory more than that last night, the last time you saw him, when you finally found the courage to tell him how you felt. You’ll never forget the sad look on his face. It told you everything you needed to know before he even spoke.

“Buttercup?” Taehyung’s voice pulls you from your reverie. “You ready to go?” He and Seokjin are staring at you, both on their feet already, waiting to leave. 

With a nod, you rise, and follow them out into the night. 

Despite the name, the Seven Slamurai consists of nine players. (When you asked why, Jimin rolled his eyes and said he’d tried to argue with Hoseok over the moniker, but Hoseok was insistent that the name stay true to his favorite movie.) In addition to Hoseok, Jimin, Seokjin, Taehyung, and yourself, there are four others at your first practice session on Monday night at the rec center - Wooshik, Sunghwan, Seojoon, and Hyungsik. You exchange a few quick greetings with your new teammates before Hoseok gestures for you all to sit on the bleachers. 

“Welcome everyone to our first team practice!” Hoseok smiles, clapping, and you lightly clap along until you realize no one else is. “Before we do some warm-ups, I thought I’d take a minute to explain the rules of the game, for those of you who haven’t played before.” 

He launches into an overview of the sport. Most of it is familiar from your school days, but there are a few things that are new, like something about a rush, and a neutral zone, and a burden ball? You glance around to see if anyone else looks confused. Most of the new guys wear bored expressions. It’s safe to assume they’re experienced players. To your left, Taehyung is whispering something to Jimin, completely ignoring Hoseok’s spiel. 

At least Seokjin, on your right, seems slightly dazed by the long list of rules that Hoseok’s rattling off. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen Seokjin in any athletic context. As far as you know, he doesn’t play any sports, just like you and Taehyung, and he’s not a gym rat. So you have no idea what to expect from him on the court. Maybe he’ll be just as awkward as you’re expecting to be. 

“Any questions?” Hoseok finishes up. There’s a moment of silence from the group, and then he claps his hands. “Okay! Then let’s warm up a little.”

You move from the bleachers to a mat on the floor and Hoseok leads everyone through a series of stretches. It’s been a long time since you’ve done any, so you’re not surprised when your toes remain fully out of your reach. Jimin, on the other hand, has folded himself in half, forehead practically touching the ground as he holds on to both feet. Turning to Seokjin to make a comment, you’re surprised to find him in a similar position.

He catches you looking. “Yoga,” he explains with a wink. 

“Damn. Maybe I should start,” you grunt, giving up. 

“The games are played with teams of five, which means we’ll have four alternates for each match,” Hoseok explains once everyone’s limbered up. “For today, I’d like us to run through a practice game, four on each side. I’m going to stay out and watch, to help me get a feel for who might be a starter and who might be an alt.” 

The group splits in half, with you, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Jimin on one side, and the rest on the other. Hoseok stands at one end of the line in the middle of the court, where six balls lie waiting. 

“Okay, ready, set!” And with a sharp blast of the whistle hanging from his neck, Hoseok brings the game to a start. 

Immediately, Jimin and Taehyung run forward towards the center line, reaching for a ball each, while the other team mirrors their actions, rushing forward. But you? You freeze in the scramble, hands automatically coming up to shield your head. And as the first balls fly towards your side, you scream. 

And so does Seokjin.

“Shit!” you curse as one of the rubber balls bounces off your arm. That’s definitely going to leave a mark. 

“Fuck!” Seokjin yelps as he’s smacked in the shoulder by another ball. 

Tweet!

The action stops as Hoseok blows his whistle. His sunny smile is gone, replaced by an intense look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth turned down. It’s intimidating, especially since it’s aimed directly at you.

“That was… not bad,” he says slowly through gritted teeth, speaking as though the words hurt him. “But maybe this time, you two should try joining the opening rush? Remember, no one can throw a ball at you as long as you’re in the neutral zone, so you’ll have time to grab and get back out of the line of fire.” 

He glances from you to Seokjin, who nods as you grin in embarrasment. Great, you’ve already been identified as a weak player. You were hoping you could at least pretend to know what you were doing for a little while. Fly under the radar.

Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist. “Come on, ladybug, it’s not that scary. You just gotta jump in. Don’t think, just go.” 

You shake him off with a scoff. Easy for him to say. You saw the way he was running around the court a minute ago, taking to the chaos like a duck to water. Should’ve known he’d turn out to be a natural athlete on top of all his other annoyingly amazing traits. 

The game restarts, and this time you make an attempt to run towards the center line, but still hesitate, flashbacks of being pelted with balls running through your brain. Why did you agree to this? You always hated dodgeball in school! 

Seokjin, on the other hand, joins Jimin and Taehyung at the line, and scoops up a ball before dashing back to where you’re frozen. The balls start flying again, and once again you’re out before anyone else. After a few more minutes, Hoseok ends the play. 

“That was better!” he nods. “But let’s try it again, and this time maybe you can make it all the way forward, huh, YN?” His tone is encouraging, but his smile seems strained. 

As you shuffle back towards the end of the court, you nudge Jimin. “Is Hoseok okay? He looks a little stressed.” 

Jimin shoots you a lopsided smile. “He’s trying not to be as… intense… as he usually gets. We got kicked off our last team because he went a little overboard with his, uh, enthusiasm during the practice matches.” 

The whistle blows before you’re ready, and you decide to take Taehyung’s advice, so you bolt forward without thinking, snatch up a ball, and then back away, not wanting to turn your back to the men behind you. In doing so, you catch Wooshik’s eye, and he grins coldly, winding up. 

“Shit!” you yell, jumping out of the way in time. Taehyung dives in to catch it, sending Wooshik out of the game. But you’re not safe, as Seojoon takes aim next. Seokjin is next to you, trying to decide where to throw the ball in his hand, so you duck behind him, mimicking his movements. Eventually, he realizes he has a shadow.

“Are you using me as a human shield?” He bobs to the left. You follow.

“It’s not my fault you’re so broad!”

Seokjin honks a noisy mix of delighted laughter and insulted exclamation. Seojoon tires of waiting for you to emerge from behind Seokjin, so he pitches the ball forward, a low toss heading for Seokjin’s legs. Seokjin bends gracefully to catch the difficult throw, taking Seojoon out of the game, and as Seokjin doubles over, you snap the ball in your hands towards Hyungsik, hitting him directly in the side. Another ball rolls towards your feet, so you scoop it up and nail Sunghwan dead center of his chest.

And with that triple play, your side wins, with all four players still in.

There’s no whistle to end the game, as Hoseok’s mouth falls open, gawking wide-eyed at you. “She’s a sniper,” he whispers in an awed voice. Everyone turns to stare at you. 

“What?” you ask, looking around. “What did I do now?” 

According to Jimin, it’s tradition for the dodgeball teams to go out for drinks after practices and matches, so after hitting the locker room, the nine of you meet up at the Pied Piper, a quiet bar around the corner from the rec center. Thank god Taehyung convinced you to bring a change of clothes. You’d foolishly assumed you wouldn’t break a sweat, but you sure as fuck had.

Since the rec center isn’t that big, the practice schedules are staggered out, with only two other teams meeting on Wednesday nights - the Dodging Divas and Rock the Balls. By the time your team arrives at the bar, the others have already claimed most of the tables. As Taehyung and the others push the remaining tables together, Hoseok, Seokjin, and you sidle up to the bar to start ordering drinks. 

Once the bartender drifts away to start pulling drafts, Hoseok turns to you with a bright smile. “Congrats, the two of you are definitely going to be starters.” 

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. 

“Me? Really?” you squeak, glancing at Seokjin, who also appears dumbfounded. “Why?” 

Hoseok leans against the bartop. “Look, I’ve been playing this game for long enough to know a strong arm when I see it,” he declares solemnly, tapping your bicep with two fingers. “I think with my help, you could be one of the best snipers out there. As for you,” he nods at Seokjin, “I think your flexibility is going to come in handy, like it does for Jimin. Also, I saw the way you two were working together on the court. If we can hone your skills, you’ll be an unstoppable duo for sure.” He grins. “The rest of the league won’t know what hit them, when the Seven Slamurai come through.” 

The bartender returns with the first three beers of your order, and Hoseok carries them away with another nod, leaving you and Seokjin staring at each other in silence. 

Then you both burst into laughter. 

“Is he for real?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows raised. The bartender sets more glasses in front of you, and he grabs one, taking a long sip. 

“I think so. I got the idea from Jimin that dodgeball means a lot to him, but wow. What he said is absolutely ridiculous, and yet… I do feel oddly inspired.”

“I know what you mean.” Seokjin grins. “Should we correct him, though?”

“About what?”

“Us working as a team. We weren’t working together so much as you were hiding behind me.” 

His grin turns teasing, and a retort builds itself on your tongue. But before you can fire it off, a figure at the other end of the bar catches your eye. One of the Rock the Balls gods. Namjoon, maybe? He nods at you, dimple popping as his lips curl into a slight smirk. You blink, then raise one of the glasses of beer in his direction.

Seokjin follows your gaze. “Friend of yours?” 

“Not really. One of the other teams’ leaders. We met at the sign up.” 

Seokjin hums, giving Namjoon a second look. He taps the bartop while you help yourself to one of the pints. “Hey, so what you were talking about at dinner the other night… about Yoongi? I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You should’ve known the subject would come back up. With a little shrug, you attempt a grin, but only succeed in a grimace. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“I know. But I’ve also been where you are, having feelings for someone that go unreciprocated, so… I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” He pauses, gaze locked on the glass in his hand. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s a total idiot.” 

“I’m not going to argue there,” you quip, letting out an airy laugh. "But I'm the one who imagined the whole thing, so really, I'm not any smarter."

He looks at you then, a sober expression on his face. “I mean it. He’s the idiot. Not you. So just - just don’t let his stupidity have any bearing on how you might think about yourself, okay?”

You blink, wondering if you’ve suddenly gone completely transparent, because he’s seeing right through you. How are you not supposed to take Yoongi’s rejection as proof that you’re unlovable? If you were lovable, then wouldn’t he love you?

“I… okay.” Nodding, you reach for the glasses that have been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. “Um. We should probably get these to the rest of the team before they get antsy.” 

Taehyung pats the seat next to him when you return to the group, and Seokjin takes the empty seat on your other side. “Hoseok just told us the good news,” he informs you, happily grabbing one of the beers in your hand. 

“What, that Jinnie and I are gonna be starters?” 

“That we are gonna be starters! You, me, hyung, Jimin-ah, and Hoseok-ssi.” Taehyung beams brightly as Jimin leans across him at the mention of his name. “He said we’ll work on our teamwork next practice, so we’re ready for our first match next weekend!”  

“Oh! Well, damn, look at us go!” You lift your glass and everyone else does the same. “Cheers!” 

“To teamwork!” Seokjin adds, eyes crinkling as he clinks his glass against yours. You grin back before taking a big sip. Maybe you’ll survive this season after all.

You’re not going to survive this season. 

“Come on! Faster!”

A shrill whistle blast sounds as you hit the wall, spinning around before running back towards the center line. It’s Thursday night, so you’re at practice again. Your team has been running drills for only ten minutes now, but you’re pretty sure you’re going to die, panting terribly as your toe hits the crosses the line.

“Pick it up!” Hoseok yells as you spin again, heading back for the end of the court. As your fingertips reach the wall, he blows the whistle again, and you flatten your palms, pressing your forehead against the cold cement. 

“I did not sign up for this,” Seokjin huffs next to you. “I signed up to dodge balls. This is not dodging balls!” 

“Are you two okay?” Taehyung is neither panting nor huffing as he eyes you both with concern.

“How are you not dying like us?! You don’t work out!” Yelling takes up too much of your oxygen, and you sink to the ground, legs folding underneath you. 

Taehyung shrugs. “It was only a few running drills. Nothing to get worked up over.” 

Unable to respond, you settle for giving him the evil eye. You jump as Hoseok’s whistle sounds again.

“If he doesn’t stop it with that thing, I’m gonna make him eat it,” you mutter under your breath. Seokjin’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he reaches out a hand to pull you to your feet. 

Hoseok’s inner drill instructor doesn’t take a break when the practice game starts, alternates on one side, starters on the other. Somehow, he manages to run, catch, throw, and yell instructions the entire time, like a demented multihyphenate. It would be impressive if it weren’t irritating. 

You play a total of three rounds against the alternates. The first round is awkward, filled mostly with Hoseok’s manic shouting. At one point, he tells you to cover the right and Taehyung to flank the left, and as the two of you run to switch sides, you run smack into each other. The alternates win.

In the second round, things go better. There are no collisions, but there’s also not much cohesion, either. You try to repeat last practice’s winning move, ducking behind Seokjin, but he’s too unpredictable, jumping all over the place to try to catch throws, and you’re not able to keep from getting hit. Your team loses again.

When the whistle signals the end of the round, you head for the bleachers, where you’ve stashed a bottle of water and a towel, having realized last practice that both items were desperately needed. The rest of your team follows. 

“Well, this isn’t working,” Hoseok sighs, fanning himself with his shirt. “They’re kicking our asses.”

“Maybe - and just hear me out - yelling isn’t the way to motivate us?” Jimin suggests, tossing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. You can practically see little hearts dancing in Taehyung’s eyes as he watches the motion.

Hoseok’s head twists towards his friend, but instead of swearing at him like you expect, he just stares. “I’m. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

Jimin claps him lightly on the shoulder. “Yep.” 

Hoseok stares for a few more seconds, and you’re on the verge of asking if he’s okay when he finally speaks. “Okay, new plan. Let’s just go out there and, ugh, have fun, okay?” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he leads Jimin and Taehyung back out onto the court.

Seokjin leans over. “If we lose, ten bucks says he snaps and eats that whistle himself.” 

You laugh, gently pushing Seokjin back onto the court. 

“Hey. Should we try that shield thing again?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I mean, I was trying last round, but you were kinda all over the place.” 

“I’ll try to be more obvious with my moves. Or I guess you can guide me? Just tell me which way to go.” 

You nod, and then you’re off, running for the center line as the round starts. Without Hoseok barking orders at the group, there’s a definite shift in the atmosphere. As you stoop to sweep up a ball, quickly diving behind Seokjin’s tall frame, scoping out your next target, it hits you - not a ball, but a thought.

You’re having fun.

Grinning wildly, you hiss “Left!” Seokjin immediately darts left, and you line up behind him, ready and waiting. A throw from the other team goes high, and Seokjin leaps towards it, snagging the ball out of the air. As soon as you peek out from around his side, you hit Wooshik, ball bouncing off his thigh with a satisfyingly loud “thock!”

“Yes!” Seokjin throws his hand out for a high five. You slap it quickly, ducking another toss. On your other side, Hoseok and Jimin make tandem catches, and the match ends with your team victorious.

“That was so much better! I really feel like we’re an actual team now,” Hoseok beams, looking genuinely happy again. “One more week of practice and then it’s match time!”

The others drift towards the locker rooms as Seokjin nudges you with his hip. “Did that work better for you this time?” 

“Yeah, it did. I guess that’s how it should always work, huh - me giving you orders and you following them blindly?” You wrap your towel around your neck, flashing him a cheeky grin.

Seokjin laughs, running his hand through his fluffy hair, which has gotten curly in the humidity from the game. Rather than spout off a snarky retort, he tugs on the ends of your towel, pulling you towards him. His deep brown eyes trail over your face, landing on your mouth, before his gaze snaps back to yours.

“That works for me,” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his plush lips. “Just say the word and I’ll follow.” 

And then he walks away. 

You stare at the locker room doorway that he disappears into for a good minute after he’s gone, mind racing. That’s not the first time the two of you have been that close - both Seokjin and his brother are very cuddly people, and you’ve always been comfortable with showing them affection in the form of warm hugs or snuggles on the couch.  

But whatever just happened was not that. The moment between you felt charged. Full of something like… possibility. 

With a sigh, you shake off the confusing thoughts and gather your things to head for the locker room, desperately needing a shower. And a drink.

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[hollyhomburg]

Do I even have to say it… okay wait I do

shifter yoongi who owns and runs a tangerine farm, right next to strawberry farmer seokjin. Jin inherits the farm from his family and moves out because he’s tired of the huddle and bustle of the city. But…it turns out living in the countryside is lonely, just a lot of old people who want to talk for too long and ask him invasive questions.

seokjin just wants to meet his neighbor, the only other young person in the town- but every time he walks in the door to yoongis shop, the shifter gets so flustered by the other man’s face he shifts…

Jin’s half convinced that the cat is the actual legal owner of farm because of how the other customers act around him. Meanwhile the quiet town just knows yoongis a shifter and treats him like any other person.

Just thinking about kitty yoongi with his hat walking through town with a check in his mouth going to the bank to deposit it, the postman saying his hellos, the old lady at the corner telling him he’s got an of tangerine tarts coming in next week and if yoongi could deliver some tomorrow that would be lovely,

meanwhile jin just thinks there’s something wrong with this town. Fucking baffled why the whole town treats this cat like he’s a person.

Only one day- the cat just happens to be walking by the peir when jins doing his afternoon fishing and he hangs around? Jin feeds him bait fish and the little thing yowls when he reals in a tuna and follows him home before he scoots off to his own house making jin sad because he’s kinda lonely :( after moving here with all of his friends back in the big city.

It makes it worse when his neighbor puts a bag of tangerines in his mailbox with a small note of “thank you for the fish” and Jin’s just…completely baffled. It takes him 10 more fishing trips with the cat for him to narrow his eyes at them and be like “there’s something wrong with you”

only eventually, yoongi gets used enough to jins face that he stops shifting when he sees the other man, they end up chatting over their farm stalls and exchanging fruit. Which turns into helping jin with his tractor and then a fishing date and then a real date.

Yoongi only accidentally shifts because of seokjin one more time- when he leans in close to peck him on the cheek after their first date one second Jin’s cupping yoongis cheek and the next theyres fur under his lips and a familiar cat in his arms!

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because! I liked the fish!”

[esidolmail]

Please read

Hello! Welcome to Ensemble Square's Mailbox where you can submit letters to your favorite idol(s)! They will try their best to answer back to your letters, but since they're idols and have quite busy schedules, don't expect an answer right away! (We don't do Jin or Akiomi)

(Please keep in mind that we are not associated with the actual Happy Elements and this is all for entertainment)

Requesting/Sending a Letter

When sending a letter please address who it's for! You are allowed to send a letter for more than one character in an ask. Please keep it a maximum of 2-3 characters. You are allowed to send one for an entire unit.

Example: "What are your thoughts on Ensemble Square?" - For Subaru

Rules:

Please keep it sfw

Be a decent person and don't ask/say anything offensive

2-3 characters maximum

About Jin & Akiomi letters

About the new unit

(I may add more rules depending on how this will go)

Otherwise have fun and enjoy sending letters!

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Masterlist

[livewithyura]

Account update ! ( Ranting about Fortnight mv and kazujun / Tiktok acc for tekken edits? )

- Account update

I receive a lot of mailbox after I logged out! Sorry I’ve been invisible for a month , I have a lot of things to do irl so please forgive me . ( I will start working on all of your request , Thank you for requesting! aaa I love u guys so much! ) .

Also I just made a tiktok account for tekken edits / @Yurasbeentekken . you can follow me , but i will not update frequently because I more drawn to writing . Bhahahaha .

Fortnight Mv and Kazujun ( Fanfic Wip ) .

Warning : I don’t follow the plot in the MV , I just used a few reference .

Note : Anyone can use this as inspiration , It’s fine . We all can expand our headcanon . Do tag me , I would love to read about it ( or praising yall arts )

Starring Kazuya as Taylor swift . ( Yes role-reversal ) The setting took place on G-Corp lab where kazuya’s being experimented . Agree to become a lab rats for them for the sake of power . ( He’s literally a slave for power ) . I believe that he’s depressed at some point and he’s struggling with himself .

I imagined Kazuya wearing a mourning dress/suit in metaphorically way after he found out about Jun’s death and Jin’s existence . He’s empty and confused knowing the fact that he just lost the love of his life .

“I touched you , for only a fortnight”

Fortnight , a period of two weeks . Yes , their relationship is short but it gives impactful slap on Kazuya’s soul . Once in his lifetime , he can be vulnerable and safe .

“I love you , It’s ruining my life”

Hear me out , I believe that Jun ruined his reputation as a ‘Evil-Ceo’ . She stepped on his throne and tear his career as a evil man and this is the starting point of his failure . This is the first time where he’s in position where he need to choose either his devil gene or Normal life . ( Yes . maybe angel ) . In this process , He’s struggling . It weakened him until he lost in his father’s hand ( Twice or million time if you want to count his childhood lmfao ) .

But he DID loved her . He never felt like this , He found himself/He heal his inner-child/He’s in comfort .

I imagined he throw all of the lab reports and being absolutely insane after knowing that the love of his life just leave him alone in this world ( also the fact that he have a son too ) . He also scream ferociously , hurting the professor/doctor . asking the doctor to free himself so he can save her , even is too late .

Then , I want to put a scene where Kazuya remember all of the short moment with Jun . Dun Dun Dun , Flashback moment .

Also a flashback moment . Jun tried to help him . in other words….. FIX him . She’s this close 🤏🏻 to change his mind , but she failed because heihachi knocking on their ‘sweet home’ , Kazuya changed his mind and struggling again . Agree to fight Heihachi and leave Jun behind . Their relationship is not working out due to a weird circumstances .

“Thought of calling ya , but you won’t pick up”

Jun tried to search for Kazuya’s remains body but she don’t trace any clue . So she’s just let it be and raised jin all by herself . In metaphorically way , Jun called for him 1000 times using the public phone but he will never pick that call . Forever .

— So that’s all , for today . I have a lot of kazujun dump after ttpd released . Might update , frequently and share my thoughts! See you again .

[kithtaehyung]

WHY DID I ALWAYS THINK JIN WAS HER BROTHER?! was that never mentioned?! did i misread something help- 😭

LMAOOO you’re ok! so it was actually a longgggg running mystery while the series was still in its early phase! people were campaigning for who they thought bro was between Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin😂 there’s even a “who is 3tan bro” poll that dropped before the big reveal happened and we have 300 responses for it, i think??💀💀💀

it was damn hilarious to see everyone realize in real time that bro isn’t a member cus all the members show up as themselves in the series during forfeit ahahahaha. jin is himself in that chapter and he’s playing card games with bro and friends.

[jjungxkook]

I would not want y/n to end up with Jk if he really did sleep with the girl. No matter how unintentional it was, he didn't have to sleep with her while hooking up and sending big feelings on y/n's way. Most importantly just abandoning her to get his dick wet when he promised not to was low of him. If he really cared enough he would be back to walk y/n home and not at dinner time after he was done with his dick .

[blackout spoilers] oh, i assure you that if he did hook up with hayun, it was 100% intentional. dicks don't just fall into people, right!!! but you're also so right, somewhere in his heart he must know what oc feels for him, so disappearing like that was cruel. bby oc is so right to be pissed</3

i really wonder. i do wonder how much that man cares for her😕

[mysterystarz]

hii are your appearance matchups still open?

of course they are <333 feel free to send one in if you’d like!

[echoweaver]

One evening, she got a phone call and went dashing out to the festival grounds. I think she was going to meet Chauncey Grimm.

I heard through the grapevine that Chauncey's ex-fiancee didn't take long to get over him.

I can't keep up with Jin's love life. The mailbox is always stuffed with letters from her admirers.

[welcome-to-the-para-digm]

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Hey there! I'm a longtime MaDDer who made this sideblog to share his experiences with the condition and help those who share it.

For those unaware, MaDD, or Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, is a dissociative cognitive illness that induces highly immersive daydreaming episodes in a person. It is currently understood to be a form of trauma response, causing a person to be susceptible to sensory triggers that elicit a disruptive (and destructive) desire to daydream; the contents of daydreams vary massively, from living out an idealized life in one's head to constructing incredibly ornate settings and characters (called a paracosm and paras, respectively) which develop/deepen with the passage of time. Overlap between plurality and MaDD has been recognized by researchers, and while MaDD is currently not a diagnosis in the DSM, progress is being made in its path to medical legitimization. Note that MaDD is distinct from the phenomena of immersive daydreaming: The former negatively impacts one's quality of life-- it is, after all, "Maladaptive" for a reason :P

Online MaDD circles are very disorganized and-- rarely, if at all-- discuss modes of oppression, the science being done to better understand the disorder, or even about what it's like living with MaDD outside of our pain and isolation. I started this blog to try to incite intellectual conversation and create a potential avenue for feelings of solidarity amongst those of us on the internet.

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1 4 DAYS - KIM SEOKJIN

Jin and Y/N have been married since they were eighteen. Now, for about two months, they don't even sleep in the same bed anymore. Y/N is a hard-working woman, trying her hardest to gain a higher position in the company she works in, and seems to not find any time for love anymore. Jin is different, he is rather consistent with his low-wage job, always thinking that there is more to life than work. Y/N and Jin used to be very free-spirited, but as they grew up Y/N wanted to have a family and grow old together with Jin. Jin was not keen on growing up just yet, adulthood scared him and he decided to distance himself more and more from Y/N. Somehow Y/N decided to plunge herself into work. And Jin is now alone in an empty bed, regretting his decisions, drowning his problems in alcohol.

MASTERLIST

Prologue

Part 1 [»]

| pairing | kim seokjin x female reader

| genre | second-chance, love triangle

| warnings | maybe smut, mentions of divorce, depression, excessive alcohol use

| rating | PG 13-16

| word count | 1.1 k

| authors note | my ff are also on wattpad, pls don't steal my stories or give credits if you're inspired.

P r o l o g u e

Slamming his fist on the bar in front of him, he drunkenly shouts for another glass of whatever liquor he has been devouring for the last two hours. The barkeeper threw him an annoyed look, but slid him another glass of cheap whiskey with three ice cubes swimming on the surface. As fast as the glass was served, it was gone. The barkeeper shot the man a surprised, but also disgusted look, not asking any further though. "I'm married. To a beautiful, intelligent woman. Believe it or not." the man slurred. "Sure you are" said the barkeeper, clearly not believing the drunk, disheveled man. "I don't usually drink this much, but it has been a rough few months you know..." the drunk trailed off. The barkeeper only shook his head and tended to different people on the other end of the bar. "Pff, I thought barkeepers had to listen to their guest. That is literally their job. Asshole." the man mumbled to himself.

He was actually supposed to meet his friend Namjoon here, but he seemed to be running late. Right now though he couldn't care less. He is in his feelings and drowns them in alcohol after the events that displayed this morning.

Flashback to this morning

Jin could actually pull himself together this morning and even got out of bed to take a shower. The bed he used to share with her. Everything in this godforsaken apartment reminds him of her. He decided it was time for him to eat something, so he went to the fridge and was greeted by emptiness. "I guess I'll have ramen again..." with a sigh he began to put the kettle on waiting for the water to boil. Suddenly a thought came to his mind that he has not looked into the mail for very long. Jin has called in sick from work for the past few weeks, he would usually look into the mail on his way there, well he hasn't looked at it in a while. With all the mail that was built up in his mailbox, he headed back inside to sort through it. Advertisements. Bills. More Advertisements. A letter from a law firm? Has he forgotten to pay for his parking tickets or something? As he opened it and skimmed through the letters everything seemed to move in slow motion. His heart started beating really loud in his ears and his lungs stopped pumping the air through. A divorce. She wants a divorce...

Flashback end

Jin gets slapped into reality by his friend Namjoon, who has arrived and bumped his shoulder, while squeezing onto the barstool next to him. "I'm so sorry I'm late Jin, work was hell today," Namjoon said, already ready to rant about his busy day. He ordered a martini and turned to Jin again, realizing his friend was in some kind of delirium. "I guess you've had enough to drink huh?"

"She wants a divorce. She hates me" Jin suddenly cried into Namjoon's shoulder. His whole demeanor changed and his drunken state made him emotional and weak. Namjoon hated to see his friend like that, but he knew it was coming for him. They have known each other for almost seven years now and he has never seen his friend that broken. Y/N and Jin were high school sweethearts and got married at an early age. Namjoon and his wife got married rather early too, but they are still together. He had to watch how Jin and Y/N slowly distanced each other from one another and he had a good view of both sides because Y/N already told his wife that she's ready to move ob from Jin. It hurt him too, they're both his best friends after all. "I...I don't know what to say. Wasn't it foreseeable? I mean you don't live together anymore and you both got very distant...it was just a matter of time that she cut ties completely. Matter of fact you're not even together I think." Namjoon said hesitantly.

It was really just a matter of time. Y/N, Jin's soon-to-be ex-wife, has always been such a hard-working person. She wanted to have a great job and then get married and have children. Jin was rather scared of growing old and having kids. He lived an inconsistent life and liked to have fun with his friends. He never saw himself as a father figure, maybe because he never had one growing up, or maybe because he was scared of losing his youth. That is basically how the arguments between the two of them started. The distancing from each other followed suit. Y/N decided to bury herself in her work, with no work-life balance whatsoever. And Jin decided to distance himself from Rory and concentrate on himself. Which led to Rory renting an apartment closer to her workplace two months ago and Jin, just now, realizing what he's done. Or what he's done wrong.

As soon as Y/N left with her last suitcase, Jin knew he was in deep shit. The love of his life just left out of the door and took his heart with her. And that feeling is shit, believe it. "I need her." Jin sighed. "Well, you're realizing that pretty soon...". Namjoon said sarcastically. He wasn't on anyone's side during this break-up. He knew Jin and Y/N since forever, they were the ones to introduce him to his now-wife. Kaiya, Namjoon's wife is Y/N's best friend and is obviously the biased one in this situation. Namjoon decided to stay impartial, but he silently wishes for them to get back together anyway.

"Namjoon, I'm going to get her back. This divorce will not happen. Y/N will not slip through my fingers again!" Jin shouted ambitiously. Namjoon looked around a little embarrassed, they were in public after all. "And how exactly will you do that? Do you even know if she loves you anymore?" Namjoon said.

That stung Jin's heart more than a little. He had to sit down on his barstool again. Does she even love him anymore? Has Y/N fallen out of love? Jin's confidence went from 100 to 0 very fast. "I still love her... I even remember the first time I said it to her" Back in Highschool they had two Calculus classes together and Jin wanted to talk to her so he made a dumb pick-up line and it actually worked on her. He asked her "Are you the square root of minus one? Because you're unreal!" And she laughed so much. It is a dear memory that he wishes to remember for ever. Remembering. Remember? Remember!!! She has to remember her love for him! Jin jumped out of his seat again. "If she does not love me now, I simply have to remind her of her love for me. I will make her fall in love with me all over again. I will make it up to her and give her the life she deserves." He said almost stumbling over his own words. "I guess that could work if we would live in a romance novel or something. This is real life Jin." Namjoon answered.

"Give me 14 days and the divorce will not happen. I will have the love of my life back in my arms. You'll see Namjoon, you'll be the godfather of our children! 14 DAYS!!!" Jin screamed while running out of the bar stumbling a little, straight to where his apartment is, that he used to share with Y/N.

"Shit, I'm going to have to pay this bastard's bill now..." Poor Namjoon.

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The Osaka Bowl | Chapter 5

Info: A dirty fic collection featuring Asuka getting acquainted with some of the Tekken studs and a few gals. Viewer discretion is advised, a lot of these get a little icky.

Summary: An arranged marriage orchestrated by his late mother years before her death leads Jin to Yakushima where a young girl bearing their family name waits for him.

Warnings: Age Gap, Incest

Little Island Girl | Asuka Kazama x Jin Kazama

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A decade had passed since his mother's death and yet her presence still lingered both within his soul and the air he breathes. He could feel her essence course through his veins as it suppressed his devil, and yet the beast stirred, grumbling and writhing as heavenly tendrils wriggled against its mass. Time was of the essence to mend the chains that held down his demon, so he must follow his mother's advice, the letter sent by a prospective maiden that found its way into his mailbox one morning. Written in black ink was his mother's handwriting, urging him to return to Yakushima where an intended maiden waited for him.

Jin at first couldn't believe that such a memento of his mother existed, but the scent of the letter and the pulse of his soul told Jin this was indeed Jun’s work. She boasted that the maiden possessed spiritual power beyond what Jun could realistically wield, a priestess of natural talent that could suppress his devil completely. Jun took great care to maintain a seal on his heart even in her death, but the chains on his soul grew weaker as time passed. He needed a new seal, and whether he liked it or not, he had to obey his mother's letter despite the lurid undertones it held.

He had to wed her and then consummate the marriage if he wanted her seal to replace Jun’s, an act that would bond the girl to him for life as well as vice versa. Only in death would their spirits be free, a fate Jin had accepted if it meant not harboring a demon. Of course, he had his concerns, but Jun promised him a vivacious maiden befitting his tastes; a beautiful girl of only fourteen springs named Asuka. She was a Kazama birthed by an unknown uncle's wife, fated to be his companion through an arrangement of marriage. To be so young and to have such responsibility pained Jin somewhat. She had a whole life ahead of her and yet she intended to dedicate it to him, a cousin she had never met or known. Jin found the concept strange and he wondered if she thought the same as well.

Once Jin entered the forest, body enveloped by twisting vines and warm mist, he walked through a vernal pool that led to a clearing, dominated by a giant cedar tree. From there he saw a girl carrying bucket pails filled to the brim with bright red berries she carried in her gloved hands. Jin gathered his thoughts and slowly approached her, intending to greet her first, but she beat him to the punch.

“Welcome, welcome,” She smiled and quickly approached him, arms swaying as she moved bare feet through clear waters. “Are you Jin?”

“Y-Yes...” Jin nodded, hand gripping his carrier bag. “Are you Asuka...?”

“That's my name, don't wear it out!” She giggled and put down her pails to shake Jin's hand in her smaller ones. “Welcome to the neighborhood, aniki. It ain't much, but I like to call it home. Baachan told me great things about you!”

“...Have you met my mother before?”

“Mhm, when I was little, but we were still really close.” She explained and then let go of his hands to cross her arms. “You probably didn't expect that letter though, huh?”

“No, I didn't.” Jin shook his head. “I assume you'd know what my mother meant by this arrangement, correct?”

“Naturally,” She shrugged a little. “But here, I'm sure you've been standing around all day,” She grabbed her pails and walked ahead of him. “Come on, I'll show you where the hut is.”

Jin followed, but remained silent for now, opting to observe this strange girl rather than distract himself with idle prattle.

“Your mom wrote that letter ten years ago before everything happened. She knew the ogre would kill our clan and gave what she wrote to my dad.” She began. Jin cringed at the thought. “Then dad gave it to me, and once I felt your seal weaken, I sent it your way. Baachan's orders.”

“But why?” He asked. “What sort of power do you possess that would help me?”

“The same that she had, just more of it. Nothing really special. I can make you a new seal, but bonding our souls is what will make it permanent.”

“So what she said was true then...”

“About what?”

“Marriage...”

“Ah, that... Yeah, it's true, but it's a really quick ceremony if it helps you feel better. I just place a hand on your heart, recite a few words, and poof! Married!” Asuka laughed but then got somewhat serious. “But it's okay if you're not ready yet... The seal you have now is very weak, but I reckon it won't break for another few months. You'll have time to get used to things around here till then.”

“You are...comfortable with this?”

“I've been waiting for this for a long time. It's a duty I'm more than happy to fulfill if it means I get to help you, aniki.” She looked over her shoulder to smile at him. “You don't gotta worry about me, I'm not bothered by it at all! I think we'd make a pretty cute couple~!”

Jin ignored that last comment and decided not to press her on it. She was certainly precocious for her age.

Although, he can’t help but question if his mother was right for doing this to her.

The pair eventually trekked down a cobbled path that led to Asuka's home, a humble minka swallowed by trees and groves. The sight of such a thing filled Jin with a sense of nostalgia that grew deeper when they went inside, the interior design reminding him of his childhood home.

“Sorry, sorry...” He moved out of the way when Asuka trudged past him to enter a room with her pails of fruit. “You can throw your stuff wherever you want. I'll take you to your room in a minute.”

“Thank you.” Jin placed his stuff on the floor and then followed where Asuka went. She was putting her berries away in a small refrigerator. “You're here by yourself?”

“Yeah. I had my papa with me at one point, but I made him go back home. I got too old for it.” She ate a berry and guided Jin to the living room. “After a while you get used to doing things by yourself.”

“I'll try to stay out of your way then.”

“Haha! Don't worry, you won't bother me!” She patted his back. “You'll be here for a hot minute, so just make yourself at home, aniki.”

Jin grabbed his things and let Asuka lead him to his room where a thick tatami mat and a desk waited for him. For that first night, Jin spent most of it by himself, quietly making peace with the situation. Asuka was young, but his mother's wisdom made her wise, if not a little rough around the edges. Perhaps spending most of her life dedicating herself to his safety in isolation made her a little rowdy. He couldn't blame her though; the poor thing never had much company it seemed.

Beyond taking food and drink, and assisting with the occasional house chore, Jin didn’t interact with Asuka for the first week and busied himself with training. He wanted to stay out of her way, but Asuka always found a reason to stick by him to give him food or educate him about their clan. She took great pride in their family heritage and did what she could to uphold the teachings of their ancestors. She trained her soul, practiced Kazama-style martial arts, and took on duties specific to her gender like her ancestors before her. She knew how to defend herself, but also liked to cook, clean, and manage the home, qualities he thought were pleasant for a woman to have. Jin never had a preference for what kind of mate he'd like, but a self-reliant woman was a trait he appreciated in a wife.

When Jin was done training for the day, he'd eat dinner with Asuka which was usually a meal consisting of a meat dish, soup, rice, and a veggie of her choosing. He liked her food a lot and often received second helpings when she noticed that he had cleaned his plate.

“Here ya go, aniki,” She'd kneel beside him to clear the table before pouring him a cup of tea and placing more food in front of him. She was small, at least compared to him; she only reached his shoulders when she sat next to him.

“Thank you.” He'd say. “You're a very good cook.”

“Oh, do you think so!?” She looked pleased with herself and cupped her plump cheeks. “Uwah, that makes me happy! Aniki can have as much as he likes!”

Asuka was always playful and lackadaisical despite her maturity, but her girlhood shined through like a shooting star when Jin complimented her cooking. He at first had reservations about her age, but Jin found himself entertaining the idea of marriage the more he spent time with her. He was already 24; perhaps spending his days with a younger girl would be best for him, especially if she could give him children one day.

Jin became more conscious of Asuka as days turned to weeks. He trained with her, told her about his experiences with the devil and the man he inherited it from, and bonded with her through play and house chores. He took to her way of life like a duck to water and it reflected in his habits. He caught his own food, wore traditional cotton gii and kimonos, and spent much of his time with nature. Asuka was always a step behind or ahead of him of course, a little shadow that he found comfort in. He could already feel her very presence influence his soul, an essence that lulled his beast into a slumber when he felt it pull against its shackles. She had great potential as both a wife and protector; he wondered if she felt the same about him, but judging by Asuka's wayward gazes and precocious comments, there was evidence that she too had a keen interest in their union.

They were more than privy to the circumstances that brought them together and knew that such a fate meant more intimate contact eventually. Asuka liked to touch and caress, little touches along his chest and biceps she'd leave when she was being friendly with him, but Jin didn't do much to reciprocate as he wasn't a very physical person. Asuka was aware of this and tempted him with sly words and lurid comments, especially when they bathed together. She liked taking him to a nearby onsen after a hard day of labor, a hidden retreat that Jun and her father had shown her many years ago. Jin preferred to sit in the water and meditate while Asuka basked in the steam with a can of cold tea. Tonight would be no different, but Asuka felt emboldened enough to ask Jin a question he didn't know how to answer.

“Niichan~” She began, legs kicking in the water. Niichan was what she preferred to call him when she was feeling playful. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jin was standing next to her, ready to slide into the pool, but decided to take the time to entertain her. “What's up?”

“Can I see your thing?”

“My thing...?” Jin repeated. “What are you talking about?”

“You know your thing,” She motioned towards the short towel wrapped around his waist. “I wanna see it!”

“W-What?” Jin reflexively gripped his towel. “Why now all of a sudden?”

“Well, I'm gonna see it eventually, aren't I? I wanna know what I'm working with.” She kicked her legs faster. “Besides, I've never seen one up close before!”

“Asuka...”

“C'mon, please?” She batted her eyes. “Just once and I won't bug you again about it...”

Jin sighed and then glared at his cousin. He wasn't a shy man, had plunged enough women in his life to not be, but he thought Asuka would appreciate a longer courtship than whatever this was. Regardless of his feelings though, she did have a point; she was going to see “it” eventually. No point beating around the bush anymore.

“Alright, alright...” Jin grimaced as he slowly untied the towel obscuring his privates. “You're being a real brat today.”

Asuka turned to face him completely, now kneeling over wet stones to watch him free his cock. Her eyes are wide and expectant once the towel falls off Jin's hips, damp cotton clinging to the fat trunk of his shaft before crumpling to the ground in a heap, revealing a dark, thick cock tucked within a dense nest of curling hairs. Jin awkwardly rubbed the back of his head as his flaccid member swung between his thighs, knocking against scarred knees like a pendulum in a clock case, before taking a step towards his cousin who looked both amazed and stupefied by the sight of his organ.

“W-Woah...” She cocked her head to the side, eyes shining with hidden mirth. “Aniki, you're...”

“Don't stare so hard,” Jin admonished. “Out of all the things mother taught you, wasn't modesty one of them?”

“Must a wife be such a prude around her husband?” Asuka countered. “You're so old-fashioned, niichan~” She reached for the crown end of his organ before suddenly pulling away. “Is it okay if I...?”

Jin considered it and then gave her his answer.

“Go ahead.”

“It's so big and hard, like a dragon...” She caressed him with her fingertips and stroked it carefully, turgid meat bracing the length of her hand as its tip rested against her wrist. “I can't believe this is going inside me...”

Suddenly, a twitch, his cock lurching a little at Asuka's words and touch. Yes, he told himself; this will go in her, no doubt before the end of the Summer. He'll pop her cherry, plunder her womb, and make her a wife, just like Jun planned for him. It's a thought that is taboo as it is alluring.

“And this... Oh my,” Her hand travels under his cock to cup his loins, a dangling pair of heavy balls that hang low between his legs. She gently squeezed them before rolling them around in her palm. “How do you walk around like this, niichan?”

“I just do...” Jin huffed through his nose.

“Aniki must've had a lot of girlfriends.” She used two hands now, one that kneaded his balls while the other fondled his shaft. “Did it hurt for them?”

“Some of them...” Jin flinched as he recalled a brief romance with a high school friend, a Chinese expat he still maintained contact with. She was a virgin when they fucked and he had to be very careful with her. “But I was always gentle. I never gave them too much they couldn’t handle.”

Jin noticed Asuka rubbing her thighs together. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’ll make it feel good.” He blurted out as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“How would you do that?”

“I’d kiss you, lick you...” His cock jolted upwards. “Until you’re wet enough for me...”

“Wow...” In awe of his promise, she prodded his slit a little with a short nail, and then took her hands off of him. Jin shuddered in place, cock now at half-mast.

“I really like this,” Asuka laid back on the ground and played with the towel wrapped over her chest and stomach. “Would aniki like to see mine?” Her legs were already spreading apart in anticipation, parting thighs giving Jin the briefest glimpse of an unshaven cunt.

What was he supposed to say? No?

“Yeah,” He swallowed thickly as he lowered himself to her height. “I would.”

Asuka grinned mischievously, red face growing redder with excitement as she peeled away the towel covering her body. Endowed like a grown woman, Asuka's breasts are big and weighty with dusty nipples and dimpled areolae that blend into her skin. They hang off her chest like overripe fruit, less perky than what he's used to seeing, but still magnificent to behold. Jin licked his lips and crawled to Asuka’s left to see her body up close, eyes dancing along a toned belly and flaring hips. Asuka spread her legs wider then, eager to show off.

“You like?” She looked at him expectantly.

“Yes...” Jin watched her expression as he laid a hand on her thigh. She flinched but didn’t move away. “You’re a big girl.”

“Hee hee, I got them from my mom!”

“Very pretty...” He smoothed his hand over her skin and up her belly, eyes trained on her big tits. “May I?”

“Mhmm...” Asuka laid back. “It’s only fair.”

Jin did the same and laid on his side, sliding his hand upwards to cup a swelling breast. It was soft and supple, and yet dense like warm dough. His cock was hard and aching when he squeezed and shook it, a gentle bounce that Asuka moaned at it. He watched her face again and smirked at the furrow in her brow when he pinched her nipple.

“Do you like that?” He asked. “Do you like it when I play with them?”

“Uh-huh...” She nodded. “Feels good...”

“Wanna do more?”

“Yeah,” Another nod. “You can do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

“Eager little thing...” Jin rolled towards Asuka to kneel over her body, cock dangling menacingly over her fuzzy pubis. It was so very tempting to ravish her right there, but Jin had to wait; she was a virgin and he'd love to know her more intimately before doing anything hasty.

His nose brushed over wet, lilac scented skin as Jin made his descent to her right breast, mouth watering when he sucked her teat into his mouth, slick tongue sliding over a softened nipple that quickly hardened in his mouth when he held it between his teeth.

“A-Aniki...” Asuka held a hand to her mouth. “Ooh, don't stop, please...”

Jin nibbled on her teat in response, teeth worrying marks and chewing bruises on her skin. He had no plans to stop, not when her tits were as big as they were. He was fine with sucking, licking, and chewing on these beautiful breasts for the rest of the night, but knew there were parts of Asuka that needed his attention, like the bushy little cunt that laid between her legs.

Jin gave Asuka's breast one last lick of reverence before setting his sights down below, maintaining eye contact with her as he kissed a path down her navel. He was eager to sample her quim, wanted nothing more than to taste her pussy and fill her with his tongue, but Asuka's little voice stopped him in his tracks.

“I wanna kiss you down there, too,” She declared.

Jin would be a fool to deny her.

“Sure, why not,” Jin rolled off of her again to lay down on his back. “Come sit on niichan’s face.”

Asuka smiled like a little whore, teeth biting into candy pink lips as she obeyed her cousin's command. Jin watched her ass as she climbed over him, entranced by shapely buttocks that further enhanced her womanliness. She then parted her legs once she's on top of him before laying across his body to touch his cock again, a move that naturally spreads her pussy apart for him. Her virginal hole is slick with need, dripping with honeyed arousal that falls over fuzzy lips and a plump clit. Jin is too seduced by Asuka's cunt to not indulge in it and quickly sated his lust for his baby cousin by dragging his tongue over her entrance. Asuka squealed and thrust down into Jin's mouth reflexively.

“Aniki...”

Jin hummed, tongue too busy worshiping her pussy to give her a proper response. He rolled it up and over her hole, flicking incessantly at a throbbing maidenhead as he smoothed his hands over her rear end. Asuka melted like butter then, unable to do much to his cock except stroke and caress it, maybe kiss it a little when she focused hard enough. He honestly can't help himself; he loved eating out good pussy, especially a wild one like Asuka's. She was all natural like a woman should be.

Jin puckered his lips to suck along her slit, curling tongue smothering her throbbing clitoris in spit and sweat. Her juices rolled over and mingled with the mist on his skin while the squelch of his mouth made his cock pulse. Asuka's moans were now breathless mewls, pleasured squeaks and squeals that vibrate along his prick when she tried putting him in his mouth. Her efforts are short-lived, however, as she's too wound up by Jin's tongue to do much else besides whimper and gasp.

“Niichan, niichan, niichan...!” She called his name, hips moving in time with his mouth. “I can't hold it...!”

Asuka's cunt trembled and shook when she reached her limit, a sensation that forced a carnal growl from Jin's throat. More slick coated his tongue then, a delicious flavor he savored by swallowing it whole, filling his nose and throat with a taste he likened to rosewater. His cousin panted and writhed like the sweet virgin she was during it all, limply grasping at a cock too big for her as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Little slut, he wanted to say; got too big for her britches.

A soft laugh left Jin as he pulled himself away from Asuka's quim, tongue greedily lapping up strings of spit and his cousin's arousal when he laid his head on the ground. Asuka meanwhile stayed down, unable to move anything besides her head.

Jin gave her an encouraging pat on her left cheek. “Asuka...” He called for her. “Are you alright?”

“Uh...” She lifted her head. “Uh-huh...”

“Would you like a break?” He idly prodded her hole with a thumb. “Or do you want to go again?”

Jin is too hungry for his cousin to consider stopping but knew better than to push her to places she wasn’t ready to go to. Luckily for him, Asuka was a tough cookie and propped herself on wobbling arms to finally service him.

“You didn’t finish yet...” She whined.

“Here, let me help you out,” Jin patted her thigh. “Turn to me, Asu.”

Asuka obeyed, eyes filled with wonder when she looked past her cousin’s cock to stare at his face, patiently waiting for his next command.

“Good girl,” He petted her hair and then gripped himself, fist circled around the lower half of his prick to keep her from sucking it too deep. “Get it nice and wet for me, like I did to you.”

Asuka stuck out her tongue and swiped at his glans at first, treating it like a lollipop. She smacked her lips at the taste of his precome and then sucked the head into her mouth, little tongue peeking between spit-slicked lips to swirl it around bulbous flesh and peeled foreskin. Jin grunted, had the instinct to thrust into her mouth, but smothered the urge for her sake. Instead, he laid back and watched her work his cock, eyes half-lidded and foggy with barely contained lust.

“Mmm, that’s it, Asu...” Jin reached down to cup her cheek. “Keep it up...” A firm suck had him moaning. “Fuck...”

Asuka watched his expressions intently, sucking harder and licking faster when she saw his face contort. A fast learner with womanly intuition, Asuka took him deeper, as deep as she could go anyway. His hand kept her at bay, prevented her from choking on herself, and she seemed content with that. He was used to women swallowing him whole and savoring every inch of him, but Jin was fine with Asuka’s gentler approach. She will get used to it with time; no point rushing something he’ll reap the benefits of later.

A gentle squeeze of his loins by her hand takes Jin out of his thoughts, pit of his stomach suddenly coiling with need. He didn’t realize he was so close; all the touching, kissing, and groping must have done a number on him.

“Asu...” Jin hissed, Asuka’s mouth now moving faster. “Good girl, love, don’t stop...”

Asuka closed her eyes, focused on making him come. Her tongue curled along his shaft and rubbed bulging veins, cockhead now prodding the front of her throat. She coughed a little but kept at it, spit and dribbling pre clinging to her cheeks like thin glue. Jin dug his nails into the ground then, the coil in his gut growing tighter and tighter until it finally happened. He expected Asuka to pull away, but she remained where she was, drinking up his hot load like it was precious soma.

“Mmm...” She swallowed what remained in her mouth as she slowly slid off his wilting member. “Weird taste, but I’ll get used to it.”

“For a maiden you sure don’t act like it.” Jin quipped. “Had fun though?”

“Mhmm! Lots!” She crawled over him to settle herself on his chest. “Who knew my big cousin was such a stud muffin~”

“Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“I’m not a bumpkin, ya know. I read a lot of books when I can.” She gave him a sly grin. “Does this mean we can get married now?”

“Relax, we will.” He cupped her buttocks. “I swear, leaving you alone on this island made you a horny little thing...”

“Your mind starts wandering when you’re bored...” She then snuggled into his chest and sighed happily. “But aniki’s here now, so I don’t have to be bored all the time!”

Jin shook his head but smiled anyway. He had his opinions about Asuka and their combined fates, but it would appear he trapped himself in his head. Jun was wise to leave a wife as passionate as Asuka for him. He was fully prepared to fulfill his duties as her husband even after she expelled the devil from his heart. She was simply too precious to let go, a white star in a black void he could hold onto for the rest of his days.

Perhaps it was time to get married...