#pst split

[sunskate]

Lily Hensen & Nathan Lickers 2024-25 RD at Lake Placid Ice Dance International

[tweedleliras]

I'm going to try and keept up with posting a schedule.

At least one of theses games WILL be finished this week

[juliewhite3]

Mailvita Split PST for Mac Tool is the most brilliant solution to divide large Outlook PST files into smaller, more manageable segments.

[foldbaron]

It's here. TLDW:

-They initially planned a bigger State Of The Role, but the LA Fires threw everything out of wack. Details were changing up until the night before they actually shot this update.

-Next week, February 6th, is the FINAL episode of Campaign 3, clocking in at 8.5 hours. The fires started on the day they were set to shoot the finale, so it's split into two parts since they recorded the second half later on. -The cast will be doing a live tale gate party at 6pm PST / 9pm EST leading into the finale. Yes, live live. On Youtube/Twitch/Beacon.

EXU: Divergence is the next mini-campaign DM'd by Brennan with players Jasmine Don, Celia Rose Gooding, Alex Ward, Liam O'Brien, and our sweet boi Matthew Mercer finally gets to play again! This begins on Feb 13th

Campaign 3's Wrap-Up will air March 13th at 7pm PST / 10pm EST. They'll be taking questions from Youtube, Twittch, and Beacon about all things Exandria from all campaigns.

There was no mention of C4 or The Mighty Nein's animated series, but they assure us they have much much more to talk about in the future for 2025.

[alvivaarts]

AO3 is Removing 'All Media Types' without Public Input or Announcement. What Can We Do?

What's Happening?

For those who don't yet know: AO3 and the Tag Wranglers have begun to slowly remove the 'All Media Types' tag for older fandoms. Aka, removing the 'umbrella' tag for many franchises, and forcing franchises to be split by media, or to be shoved under one umbrella that does not accurately reflect the types of fics or source medias they come from. This has been slowly occurring with no official announcement, under the pretense that things will be 'easier' to manage, or that some users claimed that the 'All Media Types' tag was confusing. This has begun in secrecy, without genuine input from the userbase, and without any public announcement. (As of 9/5/2024 9:30 AM PST) Many of us are pretty confident in AO3 staff's decisions, but the fact that this decision is not only incredibly impactful, but made without public input, has deeply violated the condition of the site as an archive... an archive of OUR own.

Current seen issues and active risks:

Removal of 'All Media Types' automatically makes fics from different sources in the same franchise a 'crossover', forcing users to consider non-crossover fics 'crossovers'. So, any fanfic that spans or implements elements from multiple pieces of media in a franchise are now considered a 'crossover', despite being from the same franchise and not a crossover.

Removal of 'All Media Types' forces users to manually search for the fics and ships they want one by one through each fandom tag in a related franchise. (Imagine looking through all the separate DC or MARVEL movies one by one).

The 'include crossovers' and 'exclude crossovers' filters are now useless, and removing genuine crossovers (crossovers between franchises) must be done manually through the filter system, which can take upwards of half an hour, if not longer, with the amount of one-off genuine crossovers that exist.

Slightly smaller franchises are being shoved under the umbrella of a single, super popular fandom. (See, Sherlock Holmes. All Sherlock Holmes media has been relegated to the tag 'Sherlock TV', which confuses users, as the tag now includes not only BBC Sherlock, which is the umbrella tag, but any works based off of Arthur Conan Doyle's original works, the 2009 Sherlock Holmes films, and the 16+ Sherlock Holmes adaptations and international TV shows... none of which are BBC Sherlock.)

Anime and manga fandoms (especially smaller ones) are being automatically split by media type, without regard to the fact that many anime and manga adaptations are very similar, and/or authors tend to often implement elements from both anime and manga.

As far as we are aware, no one is going to be correcting any improper sorting resulting from this.

Accounts that are no longer active/accessible, memorial accounts, and orphaned fics and no longer be corrected by their original authors and are at risk of being misplaced into incorrect fandom tags. Unfortunately, no one can fix this but the tag wranglers, who were supposedly removing 'All Media Types' in the first place to prevent MORE work. Counter intuitive, isn't it?

Already, fandoms are being improperly split, others being improperly merged, and still more being far more confusingly sorted. This deeply damages AO3's integrity as an ARCHIVE.

What Can I Do?

As soon as it's back up again, make sure to stop by the Contact Support page! There, you're able to let them know exactly how you feel about this, and what fandoms your fear will be impacted by these changes. Many already have been.

In the meantime, make sure to contact AO3 on Twitter (or X): ao3org (AO3's general twitter page), ao3_wranglers (AO3's tag wrangler page), and OTW_news (the parent host of AO3).

There is also tumblr: ao3org (AO3's tumblr page) and transformativeworks (OTW's tumblr page).

And finally, the Organization for Transformative Works contact page.

If you are aware of any additional medias, please add them below to ensure that AO3 thoroughly understands the negative impact of this decision, especially the violation of trust resulting from making such a massive choice without impact. Be sure to share this information elsewhere, repost, share the links, and make a stink. Furthermore, if you are able, letting AO3 know that you are no longer comfortable financially supporting them in the future.

Be sure to also repost and list any fandoms you have personally noticed have been impacted by this change!

Already Impacted Fandoms:

MARVEL, MCU, Marvel Comics, Avengers, and related tags

Any Sherlock Holmes based Media

A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon)

World of Warcraft

Assassin's Creed

Monogatari

BanG Dream!

Jujutsu Kaisen

Disney (all media, now: Disney Theatrical Animated Universe)

DC and DC Comics

AND MANY, MANY MORE!

[oikarma]

terrible things

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: people like to say love is a static thing-it sparks at first sight and never fizzes out. but maybe it just takes on a different feeling, quite like the ever-changing colors of a flame.

a/n: new month new ending! this is the last part to the number one girl series. hope you enjoy <3

part one / part two / part three

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f1gossipofficial: Max Verstappen was spotted walking Y/N L/N to dinner from electric lady studios! Two things are on our mind: new music and an old flame.

tagged: yourinstagram, maxverstappen

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user1: i feel like this is going to get messy real quick..

user2: MY YNMAX HEART 🥺 ARE THEY FINALLY TOGETHER

user3: hello? what about lewis FREAKING hamilton?

user4: not y/n in her homewrecker era

user5: woah woah she was there WAY before kelly user6: kelly and max announced their split months ago user7: ikr how are people defending her

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@/charmschoolgirl She is definitely releasing new music. So happy! I hope the Grammy's don't snub her this year.

@/its2ayem freak bro 😭 she just said that her and lewis have never agreed to anything beyond friends & he is one of her closest friends

@/genericuser5 who is this diva 💜

@/bananas I lowk felt bad when the interviewer asked about Max. You could like...see it on her face. How she didn't want to talk about it.

@/charlesdannate but!! she said they were on talking terms again!! and they'd reconciled and also that photo of them leaving els!!!!!!! YN LOVE SONG ABOUT MAX?

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yourinstagram: TOO MUCH TO LOSE / FEB 2

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francolapinto: mother 🛐

user1: oh next year is going to be HELL for him user2: @/lewishamilton @/maxverstappen idek which one of you she's dating but DO SOMETHING yourinstagram: oh franco...don't you think i'm a bit too old for you? user3: @/yourinstagram y/n bae he dated a mother of like 3 kids or something age is nothing LMAOAOAO user4: franco's mommy kink allegations r never going away

user5: red is SO your color!!

user6: i love how even her looks r maturing? like on burnout it was all schoolgirl, teen, naive and this album is SERVING.

luxurylaw: pleasure to style you !!

yourinstagram: nono it was MY honor

user7: time to wager. is this a baddie (i eat men) album or a breakup (???) album

user8: well she's all cozy w max now so maybe something happened with lewis? user9: @/user8 WHYYY I LOVED THEM TOGETHER

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r/popheads · 1 wk. ago jammies_on_all_night

Y/N L/N - TOO MUCH TO LOSE [MEGATHREAD]

This megathread is to be used for discussion regarding Y/N L/N's second album, as well as articles and reviews of the album. The album, Too Much to Lose, comes out at midnight in PST.

Please keep all reviews to the megathread - I will attempt to keep the post updated with reviews, please feel free to DM me if I've missed any.

Links to any leaks, as well as asking for any, will not be allowed in this megathread.

Album Links:

Spotify

Apple Music

TIDAL

Amazon Music

Tracklist:

we can't be friends (wait for your love)

prelude in e minor

cornerstone

tis the damn season

i love you, i'm sorry

heavenly

terrible things

don't look back in anger

This thread will be updated with important links for release day events, reviews of the album, etc.

ynsgirlfriend: I was expecting another pop-y album but this was so much more heartfelt. WCBF eats so hard. SO HARD.

↳ dannyric03: Love her growth. Also, the way the album goes from distancing herself (we can't be friends, duh) until the time is right and finding so much beauty in what time you have (terrible things). I don't even want to speculate who the album is about. It's...beautiful. ↳ User5: calling it rn. wcbf (wfyl) is going to be a smash hit on the radio

CharliesPrelude2: literally came up w my user after charlie's prelude (based off of chopin's prelude in e minor) SO Y/N ACKNOWLEDGED ME

↳ SalsaBird: LOL. Loved her on that track. Didn't expect them but they were haunting. Honestly, I'm surprised at how insane her vocals are.

Sharks1039: Trying to decode this. bear with me. [1/2] 1. we can't be friends (wait for your love) - i feel like this is pretty obviously about max. not exactly, bcs i think we've garnered it was y/n who left him first after THAT night (thanks burnout!!) but the fact that she's learning to live without him. even though she still wishes they could be friends. just my interpretation. 2. prelude in e minor - i don't know. it's beautiful. it's chopin. it's y/n. it's just there and a good transition into the rest of the album? it really cleared up my mind and helped me appreciate the other songs. 3. cornerstone - seeing that person in every place. "thought i saw you at the X, but it was only a lookalike." idk who's perspective this is supposed to be from. the message is imo such longing you look for it everywhere. 4. tis the damn season - i feel like the lyrics point toward max (hometown, etc.) but i also feel like we've never really seen anything in the last 4 years indicating a reunion like that. after we stopped seeing her and lewis (we saw them SM last year) i thought something might've gone wrong? i'm p sure they're still on friendly terms, they comment on each other's posts, etc. but less close. maybe some regret from her side?

↳ ApplestoApples: I KNEW I wasn't the only one who thought "tis the damn season" gave Lewis. They hinted at a sort of romance. Especially when Lewis visited Y/N in her hometown (they took a few pictures with fans who'd spotted them). "It always leads to you, in my hometown" is probably about her thinking a lot about that. Sad they didn't work out. Loved how well he treated her and how happy they seemed. ↳ Sharks1039: @/ApplestoApples how did i not know that. omfg it's so about lewis. ↳ Shakes1039: anyway part two of my yap. [2/2] 5. i love you i'm sorry - "you were the best but you were the worst, as sick as it sounds i loved you first" ??? i don't even know what this means but damn girl i hope you're ok now. 6. heavenly - this is such a love song. lowkey found it a TINY bit jarring when we went from ilyis to heavenly but it's more like. i love you (im sorry) to i love you (i'm not)? that's the only explanation i can think of. banger, though. 7. terrible things - MY FAVORITE SONG. ALSO SHOULD BE YOURS. "i can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me" hello. i bawled hearing this. i'm so glad she's found love because it seemed like the max thing shook her up so bad. "don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose ... i beg you to choose to walk away" oh my god. she still sounds pretty worried about how strong love is and how losing a loved one will hurt... 8. don't look back in anger - oasis cover. live. i feel like given the previous song (terrible things) it's like when you walk away to protect yourself from love, don't look back in anger. and at the end of the day, i think this is an album about max. some people talk about how she has growth through the album but honestly idrk about that. it's just her coming to terms with her actions. it's an album about being in love and all the bad things that happen when you're in love. it's an album about deciding to walk away to not hurt yourself. but at the end of the day, people are overcoming that desire to protect themselves. they want to love, even if it hurts.

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yourinstagram: hello everyone! happy valentine's ♡ i just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for the support you have shown my music. everyone says this, but the songs i put out are pieces of my heart. they are lessons i have learned and stories i want to tell. some of you have already figured this out, but a little piece of advice:

don't be afraid to love. there are much more terrible things to experience.

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yourinstagram: i mean don't be afraid to love in reasonable circumstances!! 😭 don't be afraid to love if people discourage it, if your heart truly wants it. pls be afraid to love if you're being forced against your will. love you all so much, take care and make good decisions!

user1: she's so real for freaking out over misinterpretation user2: sorry ma'am reading fics of your man as a mafia boss has stopped me from mafia reasonable decisions

lewishamilton: happy valentine's, y/n

yourinstagram: hope the grapes did something for you user3: roman empire unlocked. user4: omfg 😭 not the grapes

user5: hold up. why is no one talking about that photo. it's not in any of her music videos?? she's in that dress in the dlbia live performance but WHEN WAS IT TAKEN

user6: i bet it's max. user7: it's totally max. user8: RELATIONSHIP UPDATE PLS @/yourinstagram

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maxverstappen: Home is where the heart is.

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user1: HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user2: it's real omg!!

user3: haven't seen y/n in ages THANK U FOR THE CRUMBS MAX

user4: the way he looks at her...

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f1gossipofficial: Max Verstappen spotted crying after last Dutch GP. All our hearts are equally as heavy.

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user1: poor man. last year of zandvoort. i'll miss it too

user2: i'm sure y/n will cheer him up! missed seeing her at the last few races

user3: omg what if she's pregnant... user4: girl 😭 i like to think max would've learned from kelly and put a ring on her BEFORE the baby user5: @/user3 yea the last photo we saw of her was like months ago and she was wearing a fur around her waist so we couldn't see much

user5: rip dutch gp.

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maxverstappen: Life can do terrible things. But you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

tagged: yourinstagram

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BREAKING: Max Verstappen has retired from racing. He has reportedly moved back to the Netherlands with remaining family.

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INTERVIEW WITH HUGH L/N-VERSTAPPEN

...

INTERVIEWER: Moving on, congratulations on the Best Actor award!

HUGH gives the interviewer a shy smile. He takes a sip of the coffee in his hands: Thanks. I was so surprised. I didn't think people enjoyed my performance that much.

INTERVIEWER: Well I guess you were proven wrong. How do you feel about following in your mother's footsteps, instead of racing like your father?

HUGH pauses before speaking: I suppose...I sometimes wonder if I would be suited for it. If I could've done more. At the end of the day, acting feels like keeping my mother's legacy. Many people remember her as my dad's wife, or just a songwriter. She went into acting because she loved it. I just wish she was more recognized for it.

[ There is a moment of silence as Hugh plays with the cup in his hands. ]

INTERVIEWER: I know your acceptance speech brought quite a few people to tears. It was very moving.

HUGH nods: I didn't mean to. I just wanted to thank my mom one more time. And my dad, too.

INTERVIEWER: It was a good kind of tears, I'm sure.

HUGH laughs.

INTERVIEWER: Which of your mother's songs is your favorite?

HUGH: Well, my dad used to try singing "terrible things" to me. He's not a great singer, so emphasis on the try.

INTERVIEWER: If I'm not wrong, the song does say "now son, I'm only telling you this because life does terrible things." Is it like a message to you?

HUGH: Yeah. I know the song is about how hard love is and how painful it is. But she did it anyway. What's my excuse? Life is short and there's so much to experience.

INTERVIEWER is handed a note. THEIR eyebrows furrow, looking at HUGH: Sorry, would you be comfortable answering a question about your dad? I know you only agreed to talking about Y/N. We can cut this part out if you mind.

HUGH shakes his head: No, it's quite alright. What was the question?

INTERVIEWER: Well, your father hasn't made any public appearances save for your Academy Award win. It's been many years...would he like to pass on a message?

HUGH: Oh, my dad loves to talk. Let me think. He's old, you know that. I think he enjoys the quiet life. He wouldn't survive in an F1 car nowadays, but he still enjoys driving.

[ HUGH thinks. The INTERVIEWER doesn't prompt him. ]

HUGH smiles to himself: I don't think he'll be showing up at any of my future premieres. Don't expect that. It's been a while, yeah. But he's happy with his years. He said he's close to seeing her again.

INTERVIEWER only nods. There are tears in both their eyes.

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a/n: it's over! lowk felt bad for the ending. but i think i like it this way. sorry ynlewis stans. i just think. at the end of the day they would find their way back to each other.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

heart on the window #3 (m) | ksj

title: heart on the window (m) pairing: ksj x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; roommates au / streamer/cam boy au / office worker au, childhood rivals to awkward roommates to lovers? au summary: With secrets now revealed in the open, you and Seokjin cross a boundary you two never thought would happen ever before. After this night, you are now trying to figure out how to move forward in this new development in your friendship with him. However this leads to you having more questions about him, his secret lifestyle, and past relationships/hookups. Then, one casually suggestive joke by this man reawakens your competitive nature and rivalry with this man. note: apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out since i've been really busy with my new job. this chapter was 15k words long, and the editing of this was ROUGH. I had come to the conclusion to split it up in half, also so it wouldn't be overwhelming on yall. i tried to avoid this as I wanted this fic to be 5 chapters long, but I couldn't help but want to flesh out the interactions reader has with Seokjin so it became longer than I thought. warnings: mild language, roommate! seokjin, camboy! seokjin deserves its own warning because the vibes are different!, f*ngering, mast*rbation, voyeurism, org*sm, protected s*x, doggy style, s*x toys, fluffy moments, emotional vulnerability, dirty talk, implied adult content streaming (camming), pet names, brat! reader, brat tamer! seokjin drop date: January 20th, 2024, 11:00am pst word count: 8.5k crossposted on ao3 here <- chapter 2 | chapter 4 -> - -

"Then help me, already."

Those words hang in the air, charged and heavy. Jin's eyes widen, his breath hitching.

The flush on his cheeks deepens, spreading down to his neck, and he shifts slightly, as though trying to adjust something—something that's undeniably hardening beneath his loose pajama bottoms.

"O-Okay, fine! I’ll help you," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "But I need you to do something for me first."

You blink at him, heat rushing to your face. "What is it?" you ask cautiously, already dreading whatever is going to come out of his mouth.

He hesitates for only a moment before blurting out, "Play with yourself."

Your jaw drops. "What?"

"You heard me," he says, his voice lower now, more serious. "Use the toy you got there and make yourself come and show it all to me."

Your mind is spinning. "The toy?! S-Seokjin, you’re not being reasonable right now!" you protest, your voice filled with shock and frustration. Teasing you like this feels like the cruelest kind of torture, especially after the spiral of emotions you’ve been through tonight. And for some reason, it feels more embarrassing to use the toy in front of him than your own fingers.

But there’s something about the way he’s looking at you, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted, that sends a thrill through you despite your indignation. This is the Seokjin you know—playful, maddening, and completely impossible.

Someone truly deserving of the title of “childhood rival”.

He leans closer, his voice dipping into that sultry tone you’ve only ever heard on his streams. "You want my help, right? Then show me how badly you need me. I want to see you lose yourself completely. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow hard, your pulse thundering in your ears. You know he’s testing you, pushing you to your limit, and somehow, you can’t bring yourself to back down.

Your breath catches as Seokjin's words settle over you, heavy and weighted with meaning. The challenge in his tone ignites something in you—a mix of defiance and anticipation.

“Fine. But i’ll use my fingers,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You shift back against the pillows, your heart hammering in your chest. Your hands feel like lead as you tug your shirt up over your stomach, exposing bare skin to the cool air. The fabric gathers just below your breasts, leaving you vulnerable under his gaze.

Seokjin sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. His lips part slightly, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. Yet, his hands rest tensely on his thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants.

“You’re really making me do this,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re the one who asked for help,” he replies smoothly, his voice like velvet. “I’m just... motivating you.”

Your fingers move hesitantly at first, brushing the waistband of your shorts before slipping beneath. The heat between your legs is unmistakable, your arousal heightened by his stare. A quiet gasp escapes your lips as your fingers graze over your slick folds.

Seokjin shifts, leaning back just enough for his hand to graze over his own growing arousal. His movements are subtle, but you catch the way his palm presses against himself, his lips twitching at the corner.

"Don’t stop," he murmurs, his voice rougher now. "I want to see everything."

You shudder, your other hand moving up to tug your shirt higher, finally exposing your breasts to the air. Your fingers pinch gently at a nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. The combined sensations of your hands working in tandem leave you trembling, your soft moans filling the room.

Your hand falters slightly, and he notices immediately.

“You’re hesitating,” he says, his tone light but teasing. “Do you need me to guide you, Princess?”

Princess?!

You look at him sharply, your pride flaring. “I don’t need your saving yet.”

He smirks, leaning back slightly. “Oh? Then prove it.”

That’s all the encouragement you need. You close your eyes, shutting out the sight of him, and focus entirely on the building pressure within you with the goal of coming undone. Your movements become more confident and more deliberate. 

His gaze doesn’t leave you, his eyes tracing every movement, every shift of your body. His hand grips himself through his pants now, a soft exhale slipping past his lips. 

Your fingers dip lower, pressing more firmly against your aching core. A whimper escapes you as you circle your clit, your hips bucking into the motion. The pressure builds quickly, spurred on by his intense scrutiny and the quiet groan he lets out as he palms himself.

"That’s it," he says hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Don’t hold back. Let me hear how good it feels."

His words spur you on, your movements growing bolder, more deliberate. 

“A-Ah..!”

The pleasure surges, consuming you, until you’re trembling, your release crashing over you with a cry that leaves you gasping.

Three minutes is all it took.

Is it embarrassing it took that short to orgasm? Well, it has been a while since you’ve done this…

For a moment, the room is silent, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. Your body relaxes, sinking into the mattress, and you’re acutely aware of the way Seokjin’s chest heaves, the way his hand still rests over the bulge in his pants, with a slightly darker spot now appearing. His eyes meet yours, filled with admiration and unspoken desire.

You glance at Seokjin, still sitting at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes unwavering as they drink you in.

He hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken—just watches. Lost in thought. His gaze is molten, his chest rising and falling in measured rhythm. For a fleeting moment, you think he might say something playful, something to break the tension.

You’re about to say something, your voice shaky and uncertain. “S-So what are you—”

Before the words can fully escape, Jin’s gaze flickers briefly to your laptop screen. His eyes widen, and without a word, he gets up suddenly, leaving the room in a hurry. The abruptness of his departure sends a wave of confusion and frustration washing over you.

“H-Hey!” you call after him, your voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. “Why are you leaving?”

Once again, the silence that follows feels deafening, each passing second amplifying the sting of rejection. Your chest tightens as your emotions spiral, the vulnerability of the moment leaving you feeling exposed and betrayed. Did you misread everything? Had you gone too far?

Your mind races, heart pounding as you sit frozen in place, but before you can drown in your thoughts, Jin quickly reappears in the doorway. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, his expression now calm yet resolute.

“I’m ending the stream,” he says simply, his voice carrying a quiet determination.

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. “W-What?”

He steps further into the room, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he speaks, each word deliberate. “I forgot I left the stream on pause, so I’m just ending it completely for tonight. No excuses, no coming back later tonight. Because right now, I want enough time to fuck you.”

Your eyes widen as his words sink in, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place. “Holy shit, Jin…”

His lips curve into a soft, almost shy smile, but his eyes remain dark with promise. “You asked for my help, right?” He leans down slightly, his fingers grazing your cheek as his voice lowers to a sultry whisper. “Then let me give you all my attention.”

Oh.

God, why is your heart going crazy over this? It must be the dopamine rush from orgasm or something making you feel this way. Don’t get distracted and waver so easily, Y/N!

“Okay,” You respond shyly as Jin scurries back to his room on the other side of the apartment.

He nearly trips over his own feet as he rushes to his room and towards his desk. His heart is pounding, and not just from the physical effort. The guilt gnaws at him as he pulls up the live stream, his audience still active and buzzing in the chat. The mic clicks on, and he leans into it, his voice soft but apologetic.

“Hey, everyone,” he begins, his usual confident tone replaced with something more subdued. “I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have important matters to attend to. I really appreciate you all being here tonight, and I promise I’ll make it up to you in the next stream. Thanks for understanding. Take care, okay?”

The disappointment in the chat is instant, messages flooding in:

“Wait, already?!”“Is everything okay, BigTunaMan??”“Hope you’re okay! Take care!”

Jin ends the stream with a quick, guilty glance at the messages still scrolling. He’ll make it up to them later, he decides, but right now, there’s only one thing on his mind.

He bolts back to your room pushing the door open with a soft urgency. You’re now sitting where he left you, still flushed and disheveled, your expression a mixture of confusion and trepidation.

“Did you actually end the live...?” you begin, but the words trail off as he shuts the door behind him and leans against it, chest heaving.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he says simply, his lips quirking into a sheepish smile. “They’re probably going to riot in the comments of the channel, but it’s fine. I told them I had ‘matters to attend to.’”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Matters to attend to? That’s your excuse?”

Jin shrugs, pushing off the door and crossing the room toward you. “What else was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, everyone, gotta go take care of my horny roommate who’s been watching my streams and needs some help to reach an orgasm’?”

Your cheeks burn, and you groan, burying your face in your hands. “Please don’t remind me how embarrassing this situation is!”

His laughter is soft and warm as he sinks onto the edge of the bed beside you. “It’s not embarrassing,” he says, nudging your shoulder lightly. “Okay, well, maybe a little embarrassing. But only because you’re making it a big deal.”

You peek at him from between your fingers, catching the playful glint in his eyes. “Says the guy who just abandoned his fans mid-stream.”

“Abandoned is a strong word,” he counters, grinning. “I prefer ‘temporarily postponed for the sake of something—or someone—way more important.’”

Again, there it goes. Your heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze softens and the words that come out, the teasing fading into something gentler.

“You’re really just going to leave them hanging for me?” you ask, your voice tinged with incredulity, though the vulnerability in your tone betrays you.

Jin chuckles softly, his fingers brushing yours as he sits closer. “If it means making sure you’re getting your sexual health needs met, I’d even do it again in a heartbeat.”

You stare at him, caught between disbelief and the warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re ridiculous,” you mumble, though there’s no bite to your words.

“And you’re deflecting,” he counters smoothly, his grin softening into something more earnest. “Seriously, are you going to let me help, or do I need to sweet-talk you some more?”

Your breath catches at the way he’s looking at you, the weight of his gaze making it impossible to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. “Help doing what, exactly?” you murmur, your voice quieter now. You know what you want, but damn, it’s hard to say this to this man you’ve known since both of you were kids.

His lips curl into a slow, lopsided smile. “With whatever you need,” he says, his voice dipping into a tone that sends a shiver down your spine. “But you’ll have to tell me where to start.”

The charged silence that follows is nearly suffocating, your mind spinning with everything unsaid. When you finally meet his eyes, the sincerity you find there is enough to make the last of your hesitation crumble.

You groan, now avoiding his intense gaze as your eyes dart around the room. If you look at him for too long, you’re sure you’ll lose control and jump him right here and now.

Taking a shaky breath, you lift your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and then shimmy out of your shorts and panties, kicking them to the floor. You spread your legs slightly, the pale glow of moonlight streaming through the blinds casting soft shadows over your skin.

“Two options!” you say, your voice trembling but steady enough to convey your intent. You gesture first to your chest, then lower, where his attention seems naturally drawn. “Here or… here. You pick what you’re in the mood for.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, a wave of disbelief crashes over you. How the hell are you being this bold? You were never this bold with Mingi. Where is your shame? Your self-control? Your sanity?

Gone. Completely out the window. 

Potentially down the drain.

Like your life right now.

Jin’s jaw tightens, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. His eyes flicker between your chest and the apex of your thighs, lingering longer than you expect. “You’re full of surprises tonight,” he murmurs, his voice rough, tinged with amusement, and maybe even hunger.

He takes a step closer, his movements unhurried but deliberate, and the air grows heavier with anticipation. His fingers twitch at his sides, as though he’s restraining himself.

“Here’s the thing,” he says, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’m in the mood for both.”

Your breath catches as he kneels on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your thighs, caging you in. His gaze burns into yours, dark and smoldering, before he leans in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“But if you’re going to let me pick,” he continues, his lips ghosting over your skin, “I think I’ll start…here.”

His hands glide up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts, as his lips finally find their mark on the curve of your neck. The sensation is electric, a soft moan slipping past your lips as his mouth works its way lower, his tongue tracing patterns over your collarbone.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teases, his voice low, vibrating against your skin.

The words stir something in you, and your hands instinctively reach for him, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. “Just shut up and keep going,” you manage to whisper, your voice shaky but resolute.

Jin chuckles, the sound vibrating against your chest as he presses a kiss to the swell of your breast. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he murmurs, his tone playful yet dripping with promise, before he takes you exactly where you want to go.

Jin’s lips hover above your breast, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes flick up to yours, holding your gaze for a moment that feels like an eternity. The intensity in his expression makes your heart race, and your chest rises and falls with uneven breaths.

“You’re trembling already,” he murmurs, his voice deep and velvety, washing over you like a caress. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? All those nights when you couldn’t look me in the eye?”

“Jin…” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it’s enough to spur him on.

He smirks faintly, his lips brushing the curve of your breast before his tongue flicks out to tease your nipple. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching slightly off the bed. His hand cups your other breast, his thumb circling the sensitive peak with painstaking precision.

“Have you ever been treated gently like this before?” he asks, his voice a murmur against your skin. His words are a mix of curiosity and something more, something deeper that sends heat coursing through your veins.

“No…” you admit, your voice hesitant to speak. It’s true—this kind of tenderness, this deliberate worship of your body, is something you’ve never experienced.

His expression softens, though the fire in his eyes remains. “Good,” he says, his tone firm yet gentle. “Then let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

He shifts slightly, bringing his other hand to cradle your breast as his plush soft lips close around your nipple. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, drawing sensations from you that make your toes curl. His free hand trails down your side, his touch featherlight, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

You can’t suppress the soft whimper that escapes your lips, and his gaze flicks up to meet yours again, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. He sucks lightly, his teeth grazing ever so gently, and the combination of sensations makes your head spin.

“F-Fuck,” you manage to gasp, your hands instinctively gripping the sheets beneath you.

His lips leave your skin momentarily, and he smirks, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re so sensitive…so responsive. It’s beautiful.”

He moves to your other breast, lavishing the same attention, his hand kneading gently while his mouth works its magic. Each movement feels intentional, as if he’s savoring every reaction he draws from you.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The slow, deliberate way he’s touching you leaves you breathless, and you find yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, utterly at his mercy.

"You’re doing so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. "Just like a princess."

Your cheeks burn at the pet name, and you stammer, "I-I'm no princess!"

Jin pulls back slightly, his lips curling into a teasing smile, his breath warm against your chest. "Well, you’re about to get fully treated like one."

Before you can even process his words, his hands slide down your sides, gripping your thighs firmly. He spreads them wider, his gaze locked on your center with an intensity that makes your heart pound.

"Huh? A-Ah—"

Your words dissolve into a gasp as Jin lowers himself, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving closer to your core. The warmth of his breath against you makes you shudder, anticipation building with every passing second.

And then he dives in, his tongue tracing deliberate, languid strokes that make your back arch and a cry escape your lips.

"Jin!" you gasp, your hands flying to grip the sheets as your body reacts to the overwhelming sensation. “W-Wait…”

He hums in response, the vibration sending sparks through your already sensitive nerves. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you in place as his tongue works against you with precision, alternating between broad strokes and focused, teasing flicks.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply. All you can do is surrender to the waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body trembling under his touch. His movements are deliberate, almost reverent, as if he’s worshipping every inch of you.

"Jin, I’m going to—" You choke on your words as he sucks gently, his tongue circling your most sensitive spot. The heat pooling low in your belly tightens, and your hands instinctively reach for him, threading through his hair.

"That's it," he whispers against you, his voice laced with encouragement. "Let go for me, princess. Show me how good I make you feel."

The nickname, once teasing, now feels like a brand, sending you hurtling toward the edge. Your body tightens, and with one final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, you cry out, shattering beneath him.

Jin doesn’t stop immediately, guiding you through the waves of your release, his touch gentle yet insistent. When you finally come down, your body limp and trembling, he presses one last kiss to your thigh before looking up at you.

His lips glisten, his expression a mix of pride and tenderness as he climbs back up to meet your gaze. "See?" he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told you I’d treat you like a princess."

"You’re so evil! How the fuck are you so good at this?!" you gasp breathlessly, your chest rising and falling with every rapid inhale. "Is it the streams you do? Research? Experience? Are you addicted to porn?"

Jin smirks, brushing his hair back casually. "Research and some experience," he replies smoothly, leaning closer until his lips are near your ear, "but ask questions later. For now, I'll give you the final course."

Your breath hitches as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama bottoms, pushing them down in one fluid motion. Your eyes widen as you finally see him—his big cock, fully hard and even more impressive than you’d imagined from his streams.

"Holy—" The words slip out before you can stop them, your mouth falling open in a mix of shock and awe.

Jin chuckles, a low, deep sound that reverberates through the room. "Is it bigger than you thought?" he teases, his voice dripping with confidence.

You swallow hard, the heat rushing to your cheeks. Despite the overwhelming sight in front of you, you manage to respond stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest like you’re unaffected. "I-It’s not that big, but–," you say, though the slight quiver in your voice betrays you.

"Oh, really?" he interrupts, raising a brow, his grin widening. He leans in closer, the tip brushing lightly against your thigh, and you feel the heat radiating from him. "Guess I’ll just have to show you exactly how wrong you are."

Jin’s words hang in the air, thick with some unspoken promise. Before you can say anything, the sound of foil tearing fills the quiet room as he opens a condom he brought from his room early. His eyes are all on you, indulging in your presence.

His intensity is magnetic, and you’re completely captivated as he rolls the condom down over his length, every motion precise and deliberate.

“You’re nervous,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, heart hammering in your chest as he moves closer, his warm hands finding your thighs and guiding them apart gently. The weight of his gaze on you is intoxicating, his thumbs stroking soft circles against your skin as he positions himself at your entrance.

"Relax for me," Jin whispers, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw before trailing down to your neck. The tenderness in his voice melts your tension, and you exhale shakily as he presses forward.

The stretch is startling at first, your body adjusting to his size as he sinks into you slowly, inch by inch. Your hands instinctively clutch at his biceps, your nails digging into his skin as he fills you completely.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your temple. His voice is filled with awe, like he’s savoring every moment. “Just like that, princess. So perfect.”

You shiver at his words, the nickname making your breath hitch. The sensation is overwhelming but quickly gives way to pleasure as Jin begins to move. His hips roll with a steady rhythm, his body pressed flush against yours.

“Jin,” you gasp, your hands gripping his arms tightly. “It feels… incredible.”

He smiles, his lips curving into a mix of pride and affection. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss that’s deep and consuming, his hips never faltering. Each thrust is deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes against your lips, his hands sliding down to cradle your waist, angling you slightly to deepen his strokes. “Taking me so well.”

You arch into him, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his as his pace quickens. The tension in your core tightens with every thrust, the heat between you building to an almost unbearable level.

Suddenly, he pulls back, his movements careful as he withdraws from within you. “Turn over for me,” Jin says, his voice rough with desire.

You hesitate moving,  as you’re comfortable where you are. But you move anyways, your body trembling with anticipation as you roll onto your stomach, then push yourself up onto your hands and knees. The cool air brushes your skin as you glance back at him nervously.

“Like this?” you ask softly, your voice trembling.

“Exactly like that,” he replies, his large hands trailing over the curve of your hips. He grips them firmly, steadying you as he lines himself up again. “You’re breathtaking.”

The first thrust steals your breath, the angle deeper than before, making your fingers claw at the sheets. Jin groans behind you, his voice husky and raw as he sets a steady pace.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, his hands sliding up your sides before one presses between your shoulder blades, encouraging you to arch your back further. “So tight, so perfect. My perfect princess.”

His words send a jolt through you, a mix of pleasure and emotion. You let out a cry, your body responding to every precise movement. Jin’s grip on your hips tightens as his pace increases, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Jin, I’m so close,” you manage to gasp, your voice shaking as the tension coils tightly in your core.

“Let go for me,” he commands, his voice deep and velvety, full of conviction. “I’ve got you, princess. Let me feel it.”

His words are your undoing. You cry out, your body shuddering as your release washes over you in waves. The pleasure is blinding, leaving you trembling as you collapse onto the mattress, your legs weak and your breathing uneven.

Jin follows moments later, his grip on your hips firm as he thrusts into you one final time, groaning as his own climax overtakes him. He pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before lying down beside you.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His lips press soft kisses to your forehead, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room. “You really are a princess,” he murmurs, his tone warm and affectionate. “And you do deserve to be treated like one.”

A forehead kiss and pillow talk?! Woah, woah, woah.

Is this some kind of post-nut clarity affecting him? 

You’re caught off guard by it completely. It feels a little too intimate. Too personal. Well, maybe you can’t say much because he literally just fucked you missionary and doggy style.

But you’ve never seen Jin be this affectionate before—it’s a bit jarring. 

Maybe he’s like this in his past relationships? Or situationships? Well you don’t know much or anything about that. You haven’t seen him since you were like 10 or 11.

You don’t know if you like this or not, but you’re scared to find out. He's a professional sweet-talker by now, thanks to camming and appealing to his audience, so maybe this is just part of his act while helping you. You try to brush it off and play along. Be the princess to his Mario or whatever.

You lean into his warmth despite your swirling doubts. The exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the night begins to take hold, and your eyes grow heavy. Just as you’re on the verge of slipping into sleep, a thought nags at you.

“Why did you come into my room in the first place?” you mumble groggily.

Jin’s chest rumbles with a soft laugh. “Oh, right. It was to fix a Mario figure I have…”

Your brow furrows as a vague memory stirs. You recall seeing it on his desk in passing, that same little Super Mario figurine you had gifted him during Secret Santa in elementary school.

Back then, you’d been disappointed when you drew his name out of the hat. He was always difficult to please, never straightforward about his feelings. Even when he opened the gift, his silly and stubborn demeanor left you unsure if he liked it at all.

But now, knowing that he’s kept it all this time—and was worried enough about it breaking to interrupt his stream—it strikes a chord in you. It’s endearing, even sweet.

A small smile tugs at your lips, and before sleep fully claims you, you whisper, “You’re such a dork, Jin.”

He chuckles softly, adjusting the blanket around you with gentle care. “Yeah, but just know I’m the best dork you’ll ever meet,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he adds, “So, was I able to help you?”

You peek up at him through tired eyes, the corner of your lips quirking up despite yourself. “I guess you were able to do the job,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The sunlight filters softly through your blinds, stirring you from a surprisingly deep sleep. You stretch languidly, letting out a small yawn as your mind catches up to the events of the previous night. Your hand instinctively reaches out to the other side of the bed, but all you’re met with is empty sheets.

You sit up, confused, until a rich, buttery aroma wafts into your room. Pancakes?

Curiosity tugs you from the warmth of your blankets, and you pad out of your room toward the kitchen. The sight awaiting you stops you in your tracks: Jin, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and blue plaid pajama bottoms, flipping pancakes in a pan with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

“Good morning!” he greets you brightly, turning his head to flash you an impossibly wide smile. The sight of him so animated and cheerful is almost jarring compared to his usual composed, teasing demeanor.

You blink, trying to reconcile this sunny disposition with the Jin you know. “Uh… good morning?” you reply cautiously, stepping further into the kitchen.

Jin places a perfectly golden pancake onto a growing stack, humming a tune under his breath. “I figured after intruding on you last night, I owed you a proper breakfast,” he says casually, though the playful glint in his eye betrays him.

“Oh, why, thank you…” You cross your arms, leaning against the counter as you watch him work. “You’re surprisingly in a good mood though,” you remark, your tone more curious than accusatory. “What’s with the pep in your step?”

He shrugs, pouring more batter into the pan. “Can’t a guy just be happy?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You? Happy first thing in the morning? That’s new.”

Jin chuckles, setting the spatula down for a moment to turn and face you fully. “What can I say? Last night was… enlightening to say the least,” he says, his voice dipping ever so slightly. “Plus, I like taking care of people I care about.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you shift your weight, pretending to focus on the stack of pancakes. But instead of letting the moment pass, a question burns on your tongue, one you’ve been dying to ask since last night.

“Is it fine if I ask you a question?” you venture, glancing up at him hesitantly.

Jin doesn’t miss a beat, flipping the last pancake with practiced ease. “Go for it.”

You take a breath, crossing your arms as if to brace yourself. “How did you... start doing this camboy thing?”

His hands still for a moment, and he sets the spatula down carefully before turning to face you. “You really want to know?”

“Well, yeah!” you reply quickly, gesturing vaguely. “I mean, I would have never expected you to do and be into this kind of thing... let alone be good at, you know, sex.” The last words come out as an embarrassed mumble, and you immediately wish you could take them back.

Jin’s ears turn a deep shade of red, his confident demeanor faltering slightly. “You think I’m good at sex?” he teases, though his voice cracks just a little, betraying his flustered state.

You groan, covering your face with both hands. “That’s not the point! Answer the question, Seokjin.”

He laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine, and it helps ease some of your own tension. “Alright, alright,” he says, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “It started as a joke, actually. Do you remember Yoongi Min? He was another Korean kid from the class next door in grade school.”

The name doesn’t really ring a bell, but you do recall a face of a boy who has cat-like features and would talk to him occasionally, being silly and all. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Well, even after I moved away, I managed to stay friends with him and we ended up going to the same college.”

“I see,” you murmur.

“And a few months back, I invited him over and we got drunk. He knows about my gaming streams, but he told me, ‘You know the groans you make while playing rage bait games sound like moans? People would pay a lot of money for that. You should do porn.’”

“That’s insane!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide in disbelief.

Jin chuckles at your reaction. “Yeah, it’s crazy. But somehow, he convinced me to start doing camboy streams. I thought it’d be funny, so I did. But then... people started watching. Like, a lot of people.”

You lower your hands slightly, peeking at him as he talks. “So, it just... snowballed from there?”

He nods, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Pretty much. At first, it was all a joke, but then I realized there was a real market for... well, more intimate stuff. I did my research, figured out what people liked, and I guess I just got good at it.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Did it ever feel weird? Or wrong?”

Jin’s expression softens, and he shakes his head. “Not really. I mean, I don’t do anything I’m not comfortable with and my face is hidden. It’s given me a lot of confidence too, honestly. Knowing people like what I put out there? It’s kind of empowering.”

You chew on your bottom lip, processing his words. “I guess that makes sense,” you say quietly. “I just... it’s still so surreal, knowing you of all people do this.”

He smirks, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Life’s full of surprises, princess. Besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy the results of my ‘research.’”

Your face burns, and you swat his hand away. “Don’t push your luck, Seokjin.”

He laughs, returning to the stove to plate the pancakes. “Fair enough. Now sit down before your breakfast gets cold.”

You and Jin sit across from each other at the small dining table, the smell of freshly made pancakes still lingering in the air. You’re halfway through your second one, drizzling extra syrup onto the fluffy stack as Jin sips his coffee. His cheerful demeanor this morning is infectious, and you find yourself smiling more than you’d expected. The conversation drifts to other trivial topics—memories from high school, your shared disdain for the overly competitive campus trivia nights, and even a brief debate over the best Mario Kart track. It’s light, easy, and comfortable, and for a moment, you almost forget the weight of everything that happened between you two last night.

Jin leans back against the counter, finishing the last of his coffee before setting the mug in the sink. “Anyway, I should head out. I’m meeting Yoongi at the cafe to get some work done.”

You nod, masking the flicker of disappointment that he’s leaving. “Oh, right. You said he works at a music label?”

“Yeah, he’s a producer there. He’s been helping me figure out some... creative stuff on the side,” Jin says vaguely, grabbing his bag. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”

“Very funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as he heads toward the door. “Tell this Yoongi I said hi, even if I don’t remember him.”

Jin smirks. “Will do, princess.” With that, he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The afternoon stretches before you, and you attempt to focus on applying for jobs, but your mind betrays you. Every time you start to type out a cover letter or tweak your resume, your memories wander back to last night.

The way Jin’s hands felt, the way he touched you like you were something precious—it’s impossible to shake. You keep replaying it in your head, trying to lock the details into your memory as if freezing the moment will keep it from fading.

It was the best sex you’ve ever had, and you can’t deny it. Mingi, your ex, couldn’t hold a candle to whatever magical touch Jin seems to possess. And yet, doubt nags at you.

This was a one-time thing, you tell yourself, even as a pang of longing blooms in your chest. He probably only did it out of pity—he saw how lonely you were, how desperate. There’s no way it meant anything to him. Not when he does this as part of his side job.

The thought twists uncomfortably in your stomach. Jin’s side gig as a camboy, while surprising, also raises questions you can’t ignore. Does he...ever do this with other people? You've seen posts on Twitter from OnlyFans creators teasing "special guests" in their content. Is Jin the type to collaborate?

Your curiosity itches at you, relentless and demanding. You open your laptop and navigate to the site he uses. His page is easy enough to find again, but as you scroll, your questions only multiply. There are videos locked behind a subscription paywall, tantalizing thumbnails blurred just enough to leave you guessing.

You hesitate, biting your lip. Spending money you don’t have to satisfy your curiosity feels reckless, but the mystery gnaws at you. Does he do this with others? Was last night just practice for his real work?

But you can’t bring yourself to click. Not yet, at least. With a frustrated sigh, you slam your laptop shut and bury your face in your hands.

Why do you even care? Last night was just a one night type of thing. You don’t see yourself with Seokjin anyways.

And yet…

Overthinking is what got in the way of your last relationship until it all came crashing down.

Early in the evening, Jin returns from his outing and sees you folding your laundry in the living room. The smell of Korean soybean paste soup fills the room, making his expression soften when he notices your prepared meal.

“You made dinner?” he asks, surprised.

He sets his bag down by the couch and moves to join you.

You shrug, trying to act casual as you fold another shirt. “Thought it’d be a nice way to say thanks. You know...for everything.” 

You don’t know how to make many Korean foods, but this one is one you learned how to make from Yunjin in college. 

His lips twitch into a small smile. “Well, thanks. It smells amazing.”

You glance at him as he ladles a bowl of soup, taking a seat and diving in eagerly. “How was your meet-up with Yoongi?”

“Not bad,” he says between bites. “I told him that you found out my secret.”

You freeze, your eyes widening. “Y-You what?”

“N-Not how I found you flicking your bean and how we had sex!” he adds hastily, waving his spoon.

Your shoulders slump in relief, but something about his nonchalant tone makes your cheeks burn all over again.

Still, this feels like the perfect opening for what’s been nagging at your thoughts all afternoon. You clear your throat, hesitating only briefly before asking, “Wait, Jin, there’s something I’m curious about.”

“Go for it.”

You hesitate, your hands pausing mid-fold. “Since you do solo cam work...I was wondering if you’ve ever done collaborations with other people before. Like, working with camgirls, by any chance?”

Jin raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Why? Are you curious to know about my sex life?”

“H-Hey! It’s not that at all!” you stammer, quickly looking away. “It’s just...” How do you say this without sounding weird—or jealous? You fumble for words, finally settling on, “You’re so good at what you do, so I was wondering...where you got your experience from.”

A flicker of something crosses Jin’s face—amusement, maybe, or pride. He sets his spoon down, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Well, I actually was dating someone a few months before I started my gaming streaming.”

“You were?”

“Yeah,” he says, his tone softening. “I met her at my first job, working at an entertainment agency. We dated for a few years, but we ended it mutually. It wasn’t anything dramatic—just... one of those things, you know?”

You nod slowly, absorbing this new information. “So...did she teach you some of this stuff?”

He chuckles, a low, warm sound. “Some of it. But a lot of what I know now came after we broke up. Research, self-practice...some trial and error. I guess it just stuck.”

Your cheeks flush, your mind inadvertently wandering back to last night. You still can’t quite wrap your head around how someone can be that good. “I see.”

Jin’s gaze lingers on you for a moment before he speaks up again, clearly sensing your lingering curiosity.

“So, your answer to the question about you doing collaborations with camgirls is...?” you press, your voice tinged with both curiosity and hesitation.

He leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “I haven’t.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah,” he says with a casual shrug. “I mean, I’m a pretty confident guy, and I think I’m handsome, but doing collabs with random or established camgirls or OnlyFans girls makes me nervous.”

You blink at his admission, letting out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding. It almost feels like a sigh of relief. Wait—why are you relieved?

Jin notices, his lips quirking into a teasing smile. “Why did you ask? Did you want to appear in a collab with me on Chaturbate?”

“Huh?” Your face heats up instantly. 

Woah, woah, woah. Wait, where is this coming from?!

“You’re not a camgirl by any means,” he continues, his tone softer now. “But after last night, it got me...thinking.” His voice dips into something shyer, almost uncertain, as he rubs the back of his neck.

Your stomach flips at his words, though you can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else entirely. “Thinking about what?” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jin hesitates, clearly bracing himself. “Thinking about how good we were together. And...maybe how it’d feel to do that again. With you.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you’re both silent. In his head, he’s already convinced you’re going to shut this out and call him a pervert, but you don’t.

“So you want to have sex…or do acts in front of the camera… for your BigTunaMan channel and your fans?” you ask, your voice slower, more deliberate, letting the question hang heavily in the air.

If you were any other girl, you’d probably be storming out of the room right now, completely scandalized. But instead, there’s a strange buzz low in your stomach, a heat you don’t entirely want to admit. Why are you into this?

Your heart pounds in your chest as you search Jin’s face for his reaction. He’s caught off guard, sure, but there’s a flicker in his expression—something unsure, something vulnerable, but undeniably intrigued.

The thought rolls over in your mind: What if you did this? What if you let yourself step into his world? There’s an allure to it, a kind of rebellious excitement. The risk, the intimacy, the sheer wildness of the idea—it pulls at you, even if you don’t fully understand why. And then there’s Jin. If this is an excuse to relive last night’s intensity, to feel his touch again, to share that connection—hell, maybe you’d risk more than you should.

The words leave your mouth before you can second-guess them. “Do I get paid?”

“Huh?!” Jin’s voice cracks, his shock palpable as he straightens, staring at you like you’ve grown a second head.

You tilt your head, feigning nonchalance, even as your pulse thunders in your ears. “If I help you with your little channel,” you say slowly, almost teasingly, “will you pay me? I mean, it’d be an easy job in the meantime until I find an actual one and it’ll provide some money for me. And as long as I’m not showing my face, there’s no real risk, right?”

His face flushes deep red, and he stammers, “H-Hold on! I wasn’t actually serious about it, I was just—” He pauses, his hands gesturing aimlessly as if trying to find the right words. “Why are you agreeing to this so quickly?!”

You shrug, leaning back against the chair  with a smirk you’re barely holding back. “I mean, for starters, it sounds kinda fun.”

“Fun?!” he repeats, incredulous.

“Yeah,” you say simply, watching the color climb his neck. “I’ll get paid—maybe—still waiting for you to confirm that,” you add, arching a brow. “And…I’ll also finally forget about my loser ex-boyfriend.”

His jaw drops slightly, and he stares at you like you’ve just flipped his world upside down. You don’t miss the way his eyes narrow briefly, processing your words. Something shifts in his expression—a flicker of something darker, hungrier.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice quieter now, but with a sharp edge of disbelief.

You hold his gaze, trying not to let the tension unravel you. “Depends,” you say softly, almost a challenge. “Are you?”

The silence between you crackles with electricity. You swear you can hear your heartbeat in the quiet. Jin’s lips part, and his tongue darts out briefly to wet them, a nervous tell that makes your stomach flip.

“I mean,” he finally starts, his voice almost hesitant, “I was half-joking, but now you’re making this sound real.”

You let out a soft laugh, though your voice trembles slightly. “Well, if it did become real, at least you know I’m down.”

His mouth opens slightly, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know where to start. The vulnerability on his face makes your heart skip a beat. Jin, usually so smooth, so confident, looks completely caught off guard.

“You’re not just doing this to distract yourself from your ex, are you?” he asks after a moment, his voice softer, more serious.

You pause, the weight of his question settling between you. “Maybe a little,” you admit honestly. “But also…because I trust you, Jin.”

His gaze softens further, his brows knitting together like he’s trying to make sense of you.

“And,” you continue, your voice dropping, “if last night was any indication, I know we’d kill it together. I will also not catch feelings for my own rival.”

His breath catches, and you don’t miss the way his fingers curl slightly against his thighs, as if restraining himself.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he sighs finally, his voice low and rough.

You smirk, leaning forward slightly, closing the space between you. “Only when I want to be.”

Jin shakes his head, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping him. 

You feel like you’ve won in this teasing war, until suddenly, his expression changes.

His eyes narrow slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It’s a familiar look, one that pulls at an old, buried memory—one of him standing across from you in the schoolyard, arms crossed, with that same cocky grin plastered on his face. Back then, he was always looking for ways to one-up you, always trying to prove he was better, faster, smarter. Jin loved a challenge, and you were his favorite target.

But now? Now, that grin feels different. It feels heavier, laced with something sharper, something more daring.

“Then let’s do it,” he says, his voice low and filled with conviction.

Your stomach flips, a mix of excitement and nerves tumbling inside you. You search his face, trying to gauge if he’s joking or if he’s actually serious this time. The intensity in his gaze tells you everything you need to know.

“Wait, you’re not messing with me?” you ask, your voice coming out a little smaller than you’d like.

Jin leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, closing the distance between you. His smirk softens into something more genuine, but his eyes—dark and steady—don’t waver. “You think I’d back down from a challenge? Come on, you should know me better than that by now.”

Your breath hitches. The air between you is thick, charged with a tension that feels impossible to ignore.

“You’re really serious about this,” you say softly, more a statement than a question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he counters smoothly, tilting his head slightly. “You threw it out there, and I’m not one to half-ass things. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

The confidence in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry.

“Okay,” you say, trying to match his energy, though your voice wavers just slightly. “But just so we’re clear—this is strictly business. No funny business.”

You refuse to catch feelings for him, so putting it out there now that this is just a fun sex work type of job with an old friend is the boundary you’re making.

Jin lets out a sharp laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Funny business? Do you even hear yourself?” He grins, his teeth flashing. “You’re the one who just volunteered to do this. If anything, I should be worried about you crossing the line.”

Excuse you?!

“Me?!” you sputter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’re the professional here!”

“Exactly,” he says, his voice dripping with smugness. “Which means I know how to keep it professional. You, on the other hand…” He trails off, his grin widening as your blush deepens. 

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine. Whatever. Just tell me when we’re starting so I can be prepared.”

Jin leans forward again, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Tomorrow night,” he says simply.

“Tomorrow night?!”

“What? You said you wanted to do this. No point in waiting.”

You can’t argue with that. He clocked you right there.

Your head spins at the thought, but the look in Jin’s eyes grounds you. This is happening. Whether you’re ready or not, you’ve officially entered his world. Oh, fuck.

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a/n: it's been a month since i updated the series with chapter 2... once again, totally apologize for the delay. i really thought i'd have more time, which during christmas time, i kind of did (which is why i wrote ch3 all throughout that time). But once the new year started, my manager had me like a pack mule and completing random heavy loaded tasks, so the process of revising and editing the 15k words i original wrote for the chapter became... impossible. i tend to hate splitting chapters unless things feel to jarring of a transition within one chapter that it would make sense for it to become a whole other chapter. But now considering the many shitty tasks I may get in the near future as well as to not overload you with a load of shit going on in one chapter... it made sense to just split it off. Ch 4 (which is the 2nd half of this chapter) will be release in 2 weeks confirmed! i'll finish doing some edits for that and i'll also start on ch 5. This series will end with chapter 6 for sure! i would like to move on from this fic and get some of my other ones ready and cooked up!

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You know I Mountain Dew it for ya Pt.1 | Spencer Agnew x F! Reader |

You started working at Smosh when you were 26, a few years after graduating college. In your down time you wrote and produced your own music. Not that you had much down time, which wasn’t necessarily a problem, you loved your job, you got to work with some of the most creative, talented, and hilarious people you’ve ever met. After working on it for months you finally finished writing and producing your latest single "Espresso". The song blows up but Smosh fans begin to wonder if the song is about her dear friend and coworker Spencer Agnew.

*Every piece of this work is fictional. I was inspired by Sabrina Carpenters song Espresso when I noticed how much it could apply to Spencer lol, I did NOT write or produce Espresso*

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Pt. 1: Lunch

“Hello everyone!! And welcome back to another TRY NOT TO LAUGH!” Amanda started, a burst of energy shooting throughout the sound stage. “Don’t worry, we’ve heard your requests so we grabbed Josh to do another MUSICAL episode!”

The cast cheered, you smiled as you stayed ducked behind them. “Because we’re doing a musical episode we invited the one and only Y/N to join us!” Courtney smiled, the group— Amanda, Courtney, Shayne, Angela, and Chanse— splitting to allow you to pop up. 

“Hey everyone!!” You began, the cast and crew clapping and giving whoops of encouragement. “Okay, okay, that’s enough you’re making me blush” you joked, hands behind your back and twisting your foot.

“Don’t stop blushing yet Y/N, we aren’t done talking about you.” Chanse added, shaking your shoulder. 

“We may or may not have had ulterior motives for this musical episode.” Amanda continued. “We invited Y/N to join us because she is releasing a new song!”

“AND because I'm hilariously witty, right?” you joked, causing shayne to roll his eyes. “But! Yes, the day this releases my new single “Espresso” will be premiering at 10 pm PST, like, everywhere you get your music! This song is super fun so I hope you guys like it!” The group cheered and with that the round began.  

With Amanda in the stool first you decided to bust out your Sarah Christ impression for a beautiful ballad about how no establishments will let you smoke in them anymore. Amanda was quick to laugh, almost spraying you in the face, followed by a compliment about how good your Sarah Christ was. 

The game went by smoothly, or as smoothly as a smosh video goes, everyone making each other laugh. During your time in the stool Shayne sang, or rather yelled, one of the lowest notes you'd ever heard. You stayed strong until he had been holding the same note for probably 10 seconds and his face turned the most pained shade of red. 

“Oh thank god!” He said, leaning his hands on his knees as he caught his breath, “I think I would have gone until I passed out” 

The final round ended and you began the outro with applause, “That was so much fun! I demand to be invited to every musical TNTL from now on. Thank you guys so much for watching, we hope you laughed just as much as we did.” 

“Don't forget to stream “Espresso” by Y/N!” Chanse added, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder. 

“It’s SO good! Like, I swear to god, it's been stuck in my head since I heard it for the first time.” Angela added.

“And with that we must part ways..” You began, in a deep melodic tone. “Don’t forget to like and subscribe and check out one of these two videos on your screen! Okay bye!” 

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That was two weeks ago and the Try Not To Laugh was being posted today. Your single premiering tonight.  

You sat at your desk, anxiously bouncing your heel as you tried to focus on the doc in front of you. You were supposed to meet with the games team later that afternoon to discuss possible creatives for some upcoming live streams. But the only thing you could focus on was what people would think about your song. 

You aren’t new to making music. In fact, you’ve been writing it since college and even performing it at some open mics and small gigs. But, most people who knew you online knew you from Smosh, not from your musical career. You had about 3,000 monthly listeners, which always astounded you, but this was the first time that you were releasing music that was being promoted by such a large online entity. 

“Keep shaking like that and you’ll cause an earthquake” You turned to see Spencer approaching your desk, hands in his pockets. You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off, “Everyone is gonna love your song, Y/N. You don’t need to worry.”

“You haven't even heard it yet, Spence” You retorted, having made Spencer (Along with the rest of the cast, minus Angela) swear that he would wait until the release party to listen to it. You leaned your head on your chair to look at him as he sits next to you. 

“Yes, but, you would only put out something good so I trust that the song slaps.” Spencer tried to ease your running mind, only to get a huff in return. “Okay fine.” He began, standing and grabbing your phone while simultaneously turning off your monitor. 

“Wha- Hey” You started, trying to stop him but reacting too slowly.

“We are going out to lunch.” Spencer said, matter of factly.

“But what about the games meeting?” You asked.

“Got moved back an hour, don’t you look at the slack?” he chastised.

“Okay, but isn’t everyone going out tonight anyway?” You questioned, remembering that some of the cast and crew insisted on going out to celebrate your song release.

“Yeah but that’s everyone.” Spencer began, already walking towards the door, “Consider this your pre-game with your best friend.” 

“A pre-game at..” You looked at your barren wrist, “two pm?” 

“One: you’re not wearing a watch. And two: okay, a social pre-game. Plus, I’m not taking no for an answer, so come on and let your wonderful best friend buy you lunch.”  Begrudgingly you agreed. You walked side by side to Spencer's car, him opening the passenger door for you before rounding the front and getting in the drivers side. 

You smiled as you realized where he was taking you. He took you to a little hole-in-the-wall ramen place you two had discovered the year prior. It quickly became you and Spencer's own little spot. Neither of you ever went there without the other unless it meant stopping by to take it to go on the way to the other's apartment for a game or movie night. 

The older Japanese-American couple that owned the restaurant greeted you with warm smiles, “The usual?” the husband, Kenji, asked. 

You both nodded as you took a seat in one of the four small booths that lined the wall. The comforting smell of hot broth and spices calmed your anxious mind as you closed your eyes to take a deep inhale. You and Spencer talked about some upcoming shoots and how his Baldur's Gate 3 save was going as you waited for the food to arrive. 

 It didn’t take long for Emi, the other owner, to bring out your food, “You two are just the cutest, such a wonderful young couple.” She cooed.

“Oh we’re not-” 

“Thank you Mrs. Ito, that's so sweet, we really love coming here.” You cut Spencer off, smiling at the woman's kindness. She walked off, heading to grab an order for a driver. 

You turned to find Spencer staring at you with an eyebrow slightly raised. “What?” You asked, sipping on the steaming broth.

“So you think we’re the ‘most wonderful young couple’ huh?”

“Of course I do honeybun.” You jested, leaning over the table and tapping Spencer's cheek sarcastically. Resuming your meal as Spencer rolls his eyes.

The rest of your lunch is pleasant, filled with chatter about everything yet nothing. You tried to pay for your lunch when Mrs. Ito brings the bill but Spencer insists on covering it since he wanted to take you to lunch to distract you. 

“Thank you spence, I really needed that.” You said, grabbing Spencer’s hand in thanks as you walked back into the office. 

He squeezed your hand lightly, “I always know what you need.” And he did, Spencer was a consistent support system for you, had been since you began at Smosh. Beginning as an editor you worked with Spencer a lot. Your friendship blossomed over a shared love of movies and games. 

Over the years you got closer and closer until you were unequivocally best friends. Weekly movie nights, breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates solidified that years ago. Now there’s hardly any time you spend without each other. 

You walked hand in hand to the conference room, ready for the games meeting now that your head was clear.

[writingsbymo-mo]

I'm not Alcoholic

Drunk!Rindou x Reader

Contains: fluff, drunken shenanigans, Ran being a worried older brother as he should

Summary: you got off late from work, head to the convenience store near your apartment. What you didn't expect was the surprise you'd have when you get home.

"Sigh...another night of cup noodles. Least they had my favorite tonight."

You were finally on your way home from work, having to take some overtime to finish up a few things. Just another typical day. You were glad you had the next couple days off to rest instead of slaving away with minimal pay. "I need to find a new job," you sighed, clutching your bag from the combini, strolling briskly to your apartment.

As soon as you approached the building, you opened your bag, digging your keys out with a minor struggle but you managed to find them. "Phew, now I don't have to break a window....eeeh, nevermind." You shook your head, arriving at your door when you dropped your bag and keys in a panic. "R-Rindou!"

You scrambled over to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. He was hot to the touch, face flushed crimson when you noticed a subtle sweet smell coming from his breaths. Ah, of course.

Arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his heater of a body, slurring his speech as he said your name. "Mmmine...."

"Rin!" You squeaked. A rush of warmth blossomed in your cheeks. You tried wriggling your way out of his hold but of course, his firm arms were too strong to move even in his current state. "C-can we go inside please?"

His arms slumped as soft snores left his lips. Somehow, it's like he understood...maybe? Doesn't matter. You stood up quickly, grabbing your keys and unlocked the door. "Rin....Rindou...pst, Rindou," you shook his shoulder, mumbling his name. His eyes cracked open, hiccupping and smiling at you. "Shoo pretty."

You smiled and shook your head, hoisting him up from under his shoulder, "thanks Rin, let's get you inside and something to drink, ok?"

He stumbled and swayed, giving you a hard time keeping your balance, walking him to the couch. You set him down, lifting his legs onto the cushions. "I'll go get you some water. Rin," you turned around and muttered under your breath, "and give Ran a quick text. Bet he's worried sick."

With a glass in hand, you filled it up with cold water. 'I should get him something to eat too,' You thought, 'guess I'll be making two cup noodles.'

While you let the water heat up, you stepped back into the living space and nearly dropped the glass. "R-RINDOU?!"

"Wwhaaat?" He whined. His arms were folded across his chest as he stretched his legs out on the couch in splits....with nothing on, giving you a full view of himself.

"W-why did you take your clothes off?" You placed the glass on the table next to the couch.

"Tooo *hic* waaarm..."

"I'll get the fan," you picked the glass back up, handing it to him, "this will help you in the meantime." You smiled, kissing him atop his head.

Soon, he began to feel better. His snores filled the room as you placed a blanket over him. You didn't have the mental capacity to think about explaining why he's naked under the covers. That's a problem for tomorrow you. With quiet steps, you got into bed and fell asleep.

A few hours into the night, you were woken up to something pressing into your back. Something warm. Something that smelled subtly like sandalwood. "R-Rindou," you croaked through your tired and dry throat. "What are you doing in here?" He grumbled into your ear, nuzzling into your neck as his hot breath sent tingles down your spine. You sighed in defeat. You knew he wouldn't wake up in this state nor could you escape his grasp. All you could do now is try to fall back to sleep. "Goodnight Rin. Please don't scream when you wake up..."

Bright rays of the morning sun illuminated your room. You cracked your eyes open and yawned with the stretch of your limbs. A deep, tired groan entered your ears as Rindou stirred awake. "Fuck...," he lifted his head, gripping his forehead.

"Need something for that hangover?"

He jolted back, eyes wide as his mouth hung open. "H-how did—WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!!"

"You stripped them off when you got too hot...they're uh...still in the other room..." you blushed and looked away, twiddling your thumbs. "Do you usually do that when you're drunk?"

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "It's not the first time it's happened...did I—"

"No, you just went to sleep. Don't worry. Actually...I did find you outside my door when I got home. You scared me, Rin! I was worried you got sick or maybe Ran got mad at you over something..." you looked down with a small pout, releasing a heavy sigh, "just glad you're safe."

Rindou placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you against his bare chest. "Sorry, love," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in his warmth. "Oh, when you head back...um...you kind of owe Ran for keeping him up almost all night..."

"Fuck.......better get the usual...."

"Sorry, Rin..."

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Ring....ring.....

Ran: —is Rindou there?!

You: Yeah...he uh...fell asleep at my door...and is now on the couch.

Ran: Sigh...that little shit...he owes me for keeping me up this late...

You: Haha, yeah. Knew you'd be worried.

Ran: ...yeah...at least I know he's safe and I don't have to bail him out.

You: Oh! Uhhhh....does Rin usually...strip when he gets drunk?

Ran: I'm starting to believe that's a yes.

You: Ummm, and what's that supposed to mean, Ran?

Ran: I've only seen this happen a couple times when he's shitfaced drunk. Woke me up playing his mixes and found him jamming in commando...

Yiu: pffft ahahha! Oh...my god...he didn’t!

Ran: Oh, he fucking did. Threw a pillow in his face and told him to go the fuck to sleep!

You tried to hold in your laughter but to no avail, you cackled into the phone.

You: That's fucking hilarious! But anyway, I'll tell him you owe him when he wakes up. See ya.

Ran: Mmhmm.

Click

"Sorry Rin but it looks like you'll be making a stop before you head home tomorrow..."

[cirquellcuriosities]

Come down to the Ice Cream shop for some demons inspired by spring floral flavors!🍦🌸

We bit off more than we could chew after just moving, so we are going to have to split this release in 2

Available tomorrow 5/18 5pm pst will be Dandelion (pictured), Lavender, & Sakura! (Below)

Each will have a $850 plus shipping summoning fee and will be first come first served on our website.

Next week we will have the other two available for adoption: Blue Pea Flower and Elderflower

We are sorry for the delay. Setting up our apartment and work room has taken a bit

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Fire Aid Benefit Concert For California Wildfire Relief

tldr:

When & where: Kia Forum and Intuit Dome on Jan 30 at 6pm PT. Tickets: onsale Jan 22 at noon PT via Ticketmaster. Your ticket is only valid for the venue you select at the time of purchase. Streaming: on several online platforms, movie theaters and radio stations. Line up: see artists listed above. Plus more artists being announced in the coming days.

Two venues. One night. Your favorite artists coming together for music & solidarity. Shows start at 6pm. Tickets go on sale January 22nd at noon. Stay tuned for more artist announcements in the coming days.

Hosted by Live Nation with AEG Presents and the Azoff family, FireAid will raise money for rebuilding communities devastated by wildfires and supporting efforts to prevent future fire disasters throughout Southern California. Music industry mogul Irving Azoff is producing the concert with Live Nation and AEG Presents. The Eagles, Azoff’s longtime management clients, announced on Wednesday that they’d donated $2.5 million for the concert. American Express, Intuit, and UBS are among the sponsors of the show.

Tickets go on sale Wednesday, Jan. 22 at noon PT via Ticketmaster.

FireAid will be broadcast by select AMC Theatres, Apple Music and the Apple TV app, Max, iHeartRadio, KTLA+, Netflix/Tudum, Paramount+, Prime Video and the Amazon Music Channel on Twitch, SiriusXM, Spotify, SoundCloud, Veeps and YouTube.

The broadcast will motivate viewers across the platforms to submit donations to aid the victims of the wildfires. iHeartRadio will broadcast the show live to more than 860 radio stations across the United States.

FireAid will air days before the Grammy Awards are set to take place at the Crypto.com Arena in Downtown L.A on February 2. The Recording Academy announced Wednesday that it would be shrinking its event lineup for the week leading up to the awards to focus on fundraising efforts. Several other organizations are also hosting smaller benefit concerts to aid wildfire victims.

The FireAid Benefit concert will begin at 6PM PST on January 30th. The concert will be split between the Kia Forum and the Intuit Dome, both starting at the same time. Tickets are only valid for the venue that you selected when you purchased your ticket(s). They are not valid for both venues.

Sources: Deadline, Fireaidla.org, Rolling Stone

[mothsparksghost]

Once Split, Now Mended

(pst, this a long two, maybe three, shot :}c )

Alfred had been around for many years, had done many things. From theater, to espionage, to a butler, to a father, to a grandfather, he was a man well versed in many things. So when his once new employers suddenly came rushing in with a babe, talking and occasionally yelling about how they had found their new son, because there was no mistaking the protective hold Martha had on him, in a dumpster on their way back from the movies, he peered at the new babe. He was quit adorable, porcelain skin and inky black locks, but Alfred felt a slight shutter as he gazed into the babes eyes.

They were an empty ice blue.

It was almost as if his soul was ripped out of his tiny body.

But he only shook his head and asked what the new parents were to name their child, with an almost immediate answer of Bruce.

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this idea, along with the other prompt, has been swishing in my brain for to long now. I went ahead and posted this one cause I knew it was just gunna be a short and sweet 3 chapters lol, idk when ill fin but we'll see :D

[beardedjoel]

smother, part xi

“You should be in bed,” Joel says plainly, reaching a hand towards you out of habit, but it only lands on your head, barely moving. The touch sends a jolt through you still, so starved for his usual love and care, the way he would look at you like the most perfect pet when you sat between his legs like this. His eyes only look down towards you for a split second before going back to scan the dark surroundings, nothing even truly visible with the amount of pure night you get up here from such untouched land. Not a soul nearby, just the way Joel likes it.

coming tomorrow! april 30th at 10am pst ✨

[rhodi-rwn]

pst

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hey

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breakbee already being on tense terms before the war, and their split-up into different factions only destroying what's left of their relationship further and things end on bad terms and it's been that way for yearssss and mid-to-post-war they kinda miss each other, but are too prideful to admit it but they still try to find each other on earth and when they do, they act like nothing bad ever happened but what good does that do, right? so there's still a bit of unresolved tension between them despite being amicable with each other and I think it's a really good topic to explore, let's talk about it.

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Gifts are due in three days!

Hello once again everyone! Gifts are due just a few days from now, so it's time to cover how to submit your gifts again!

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If you made or are planning to make multiple gifts, please give them to us all at once. Optionally you may also include a message to your recipient, which we will post alongside your gift on posting days!

Remember our event runs in PST, so when we say gifts are due on the 20th, that means ideally the latest you should be turning in your gift is 11:59pm PST of that day. You won't be penalized for not turning it in on the dot though (I'll likely be asleep at that time) so don't stress and just turn it in as soon as you're able to! We'll only start messaging people (who did not notify us prior for an extension) 12-24 hours after that time.

After the submission due date, I'll start working on queuing everyone's gifts! Gifts posting is split between the 24th and 25th, but the specifics of when exactly they'll be posted on those days is TBA.

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heart on the window FINALE (m) | ksj

title: heart on the window (m) pairing: ksj x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; roommates au / streamer/cam boy au / office worker au, childhood rivals to awkward roommates to lovers? au summary: You got the job! ... but at what cost. A long year living with Seokjin comes to an end, and so does camming with him and any contact with him as well. It's time to move on with your new job at Netflix, finally feeling like life is moving forward though something is missing. note: this is the end line!! i hope you enjoy the finale! happy jin echo day!! warnings: end of the house party drama mess, big fight drunk fight, sad move out from jin's place, breakup (they were never together) sex, shower sex, off cam, final cam stream, a lot of sad internal monologues from jin and reader, moving on??, distancing, namjoon x reader?, date, convos with yunjin and wendy, a year timeskip because they suck at feelings, final confessions, i don't want to spoil more etc. drop date: May 15th, 3:00pm pst word count: 12.8k crossposted on ao3 here <- chapter 6 | THE END | special chapter - -

“You… you got the job? Congrats…” Jin repeats, his voice uncertain, almost like he doesn’t believe his own words. Then, for a split second, doubt crosses his face—like he’s afraid he sounds anything but supportive.

But you barely register it. Your mind is spinning too fast, a relentless, pounding blur of everything that’s happened in the last fifteen minutes.

God, the alcohol is hitting way too hard now. Your head pounds. Your stomach churns.

“Uh, yeah… thanks,” you say, voice unsteady. The words feel foreign coming out of your mouth, like you’re speaking from underwater. “I just—”

A sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you.

“Agh,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as the world tilts beneath your feet.

Jin steps forward immediately, hands hovering near your arms. “Whoa—hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

You’re not.

Your thoughts won’t stop—rapid, repetitive, overlapping in a frantic, endless loop:

Netflix job. You just got offered the job.

Seokjin just fucking kissed you with no explanation.

Moving away.

Seokjin’s place.

The party going on outside this room.

Seokjin’s unknown intentions.

Both of your friends sensing something off.

Seokjin and you camming and fucking.

Exes. Stress. Netflix job. You just got offered the job.

Seokjin just kissed you with no explanation.

Moving away. Seokjin’s place.

The party outside. Seokjin’s unknown intentions.

Both of your friends sensing something off.

Seokjin and you camming and fucking.

Exes. Stress.

Seokjin. 

Seokjin.

Your breath catches, stomach twisting violently. The room feels too small, like the walls are closing in, like everything is pressing down on you all at once.

You need to get out.

Now.

In a frantic blur, you push past Jin, making a beeline for the door. Your fingers barely brush the handle before—

Jin steps in front of you, blocking your exit.

“H-Hey, I’m sorry, I’m just— I’m not feeling well,” you blurt out, voice strained. You clutch your head, wincing. “Can you just go back to the party?”

Jin’s brows knit together, concern deepening in his gaze. “What? No—Y/N, you’re obviously not okay. What’s hurting? Just tell me what you need—”

“I need you to leave,” you cut in, more sharply than intended. “Please, Jin. I just… I just need a second.”

Jin doesn’t budge. His lips press into a tight line, eyes searching yours. “Why are you pushing me away?”

His voice isn’t angry. It isn’t teasing.

It’s something else. Something softer.

Something that makes your chest ache.

But you can’t deal with that right now.

“I just—” You suck in a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stay upright. “I need space, Jin.”

A long pause.

Then, slowly, Jin exhales through his nose. His expression shifts—just barely. His jaw tenses, but after a lingering second, he steps aside.

“…Fine,” he mutters.

He lingers for a moment, like he wants to say something else. But then he shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair, and turns toward the door.

“Just don’t pretend you’re fine when you’re not,” he says quietly.

And then, he’s gone.

The door clicks shut.

And finally, finally, you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

But it doesn’t help.

Because the second you’re alone, the weight of everything crashes down even harder.

Your legs give out beneath you, and you sink onto the edge of the wall next to the door, head in your hands.

Your pulse is erratic. Your hands tremble.

You don’t know if you want to scream, cry, or just close your eyes from the overwhelming pressure you’re feeling right now.

But you do know one thing.

Nothing is ever going to be the same after tonight.

You’re not the only one with too much on your mind.

Jin steps back into the party, the bass of the music thrumming through the floor, the warmth of bodies pressing in around him, yet all of it feels strangely distant. Like he's watching the scene unfold from behind glass.

His head is spinning—not from the alcohol, not entirely—but from the reality that just crashed into his lap.

You got the job.

The words replay over and over, each time sinking in a little deeper, a little heavier.

You’re leaving. Maybe not immediately, but soon.

That door you once saw as an escape hatch has finally opened, and for the first time, Jin realizes he never wanted you to walk through it.

The Netflix office isn’t far from his place, but logic tells him you’ll want to move closer. And why wouldn’t you? It makes sense.

But knowing that doesn’t make it easier to swallow.

His jaw tightens as he pushes through the crowd, forcing himself to look collected, normal, like nothing inside him is unraveling. He’s barely taken a step into the living room when Namjoon, Yoongi, and your friends spot him.

“Seokjin! How’s Y/N?” Namjoon asks, concern laced in his tone.

Jin tugs at the collar of his shirt, his throat suddenly dry. “She was feeling nauseous. Got a little overwhelmed.”

“Oh no! Is she okay? I can go check on her—” Yunjin starts, already turning toward the hall.

“No!” Jin’s voice is too sharp, too forceful. It startles everyone, including himself.

A beat of silence follows, and he quickly smooths his expression, schooling his tone into something more neutral. “I mean… she said she wanted some space. She looked exhausted, so I think she’s calling it a night.”

It’s half-true.

You’re overwhelmed. Probably still reeling from everything that happened in the last hour. The job offer. The kiss. The weight of an entire future shifting in real-time.

And Jin?

Jin is trying to pretend it doesn’t affect him.

But deep down, he knows he’s been bracing for this moment since you first showed up at his door. He’s watched you pour yourself into job applications, practice interview answers, take skill courses late into the night, anything to build the career you’ve been dreaming of.

He should be happy for you. And he is. He really is.

But there’s a small, selfish part of him—the one that still remembers every moment with you, every fleeting touch, every night spent tangled together under dim lights—that aches.

Because this is it.

Your exit ticket.

The chance to leave, to move forward, to disappear from his life once again.

You were never one to keep in touch. He knows that.

If it weren’t for your moms staying in contact all these years, he doubts you would’ve crossed paths again at all. The idea of it twists something deep in his chest.

He’s always been a little soft for you, even as kids. Even through the teasing, the bickering, the playful fights that turned into something else entirely.

And despite the years, despite the distance, time never really dulled his feelings.

He dated other women, of course. Wendy included.

He cared about her, respected her. Wendy is truly a great catch after all. Their breakup wasn’t achingly painful, not in the way losing you will be. It was sad and disappointing, for sure. He wasn’t blind to how he’d let things fall apart just because he put his gaming company job above all else. But the hurt he felt wasn’t about her leaving.

It was about himself.

Was he just… not enough?

If you had been in Wendy’s place, would you have left him too? Would you have grown bored of him, and realized he wasn’t what you wanted? Realizing that his desires and likes were too odd and unique for any girl for that matter.

That doubt festered for years, and then you came crashing back into his life.

And when you found out his secret—that he made money through camming—he thought for sure you’d be disgusted. Instead, you surprised him. You were intrigued, fascinated even. And eventually, you crossed the line.

And so did he.

And now?

Now, Jin has no idea where you stand.

His thoughts swirl, thick and heavy, as he sinks onto the couch. He can hear the guys around him, their conversation humming in the background, but the words blur together. His head tips back, eyes slipping shut for just a moment, the weight of alcohol and exhaustion pressing down on him. Yet, he decides to pick another drink. And another. And another.

By the time he blinks himself back into focus, the party has dwindled.

It’s nearing 2 a.m. now, and most of the guests have cleared out. Only Yoongi, Yunjin, and Wendy remain, standing near the door.

Yunjin crosses her arms, eyes sharp as she looks at Jin. “I don’t know what happened or what you did, but we have to head back to our hotel and rest because we have other plans in the morning,” she says, her voice leaving no room for argument. “I know how Y/N gets when she isolates herself, so please, Seokjin, check on her later and take care of her.”

She doesn’t wait for his response before turning on her heel and walking out.

But Wendy lingers.

She hesitates, biting her lip before finally taking a breath.

“Jin… I don’t know if I did anything to cause tension—between you and her—because of our past. But please let her know I mean no harm.” Her voice is soft, careful. “I feel like now’s not the best time to talk about this, but, reach out to me to catch up, alright?”

Jin meets her gaze.

For a long moment, he just watches her.

Then, finally, he nods. “…Yeah. I will.”

He still has her number, though in his old phone. He’ll reach out once he’s able to feel more comfortable doing so.

Wendy looks like she wants to say more. Maybe ask something, maybe clarify something. But instead, she just gives him a lingering look before stepping out the door, closing it in the process.

And then, silence.

The house, once buzzing with life, is eerily still.

Jin exhales, running a hand through his hair.

He should clean up. He should go to bed.

But instead, he just sits there.

Because for the first time in a long time, he feels like he’s already losing you.

Yoongi still there, hunched over his phone, tapping out a beat with practiced ease, but he’s only half-focused. He glances up at Jin slouched on the couch, eyes distant, fingers gripping the cushion like it's the only thing keeping him tethered. With a sigh, Yoongi locks his phone and sets it down.

“You look fucking pathetic.”

He pushes himself up and starts gathering the discarded cups and bottles littering the living room, tossing them into the overflowing trash can in the kitchen. The rhythmic clatter of plastic and glass fills the silence between them.

Jin exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “That’s because I am.”

Yoongi doesn’t bother sugarcoating it. “What happened? You brooding like this because you’re in your feelings, or did something actually go down in her room?”

Jin hesitates.

Does he even have the right to talk about this? About you? About the life-changing opportunity that just landed in your lap?

His gaze flickers toward the hallway. The door to your room is shut, silent. If he knows anything about you—and after these months of living together, he does—it’s that you’re probably passed out by now. Alcohol always hits you hard, and the weight of tonight must have drained you completely.

At least, he hopes you’re asleep. He hopes you didn’t cry yourself there.

He swallows, choosing his words carefully. “We fought. Then we made out. Then she got a call—Netflix offered her a job.”

Yoongi stills, eyebrows lifting.

Jin presses his lips together, jaw tight. “And then she had a panic attack and kicked me out of the room.”

A beat of silence.

“Oh.” Yoongi pauses mid-step, fingers tightening around the empty beer cans he’s holding before he exhales through his nose. “Well, shit.” He dumps the trash into the bin with a hollow clatter. “That’s a hell of a sequence of events.”

Jin huffs out a laugh, humorless and dry. “Yeah.” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Tell me about it.”

Yoongi eyes him for a moment before heading back to the couch, sinking into the spot beside Jin. He doesn’t say anything right away, just pulls out his phone and taps at the screen, as if looking for the right words.

Jin doesn’t know what to say either. His mind is still a mess, tangled up in the events of the night, replaying over and over. Your lips on his, the way you clung to him like you needed him just as much as he needed you—then the sheer panic in your eyes when reality came crashing down.

And that fucking phone call.

A golden opportunity, the very thing you’ve been working toward, and it hit you like a freight train instead of a celebration.

Jin sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do, man.”

Yoongi finally looks up from his phone, a brow arched. “About what?”

“About… all of it.” Jin gestures vaguely, as if that somehow explains the storm in his head. “She’s leaving.”

“She got a job, Seokjin. That’s a good thing.”

“I know that.” His voice comes out sharper than he intends, but Yoongi doesn’t flinch. Just waits. “I know that,” he repeats, quieter this time. “She deserves it. She worked her ass off for this.”

“But?”

Jin swallows.

“But I don’t want her to go.”

Yoongi sighs, leaning back against the couch. “Yeah. Thought so.”

Jin stays silent, staring at the floor.

“You gonna tell her that?” Yoongi asks after a beat.

Jin scoffs. “And say what? ‘Hey, I know this is your dream job and all, but could you maybe stay here and keep fucking me instead?’”

Yoongi snorts, shaking his head. “Jesus. Maybe not that wording.”

Jin exhales sharply, slumping against the couch.

Yoongi taps his fingers against his knee, considering something. “Look,” he finally says. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, and honestly? I don’t think you do either.”

Jin opens his mouth to argue, but Yoongi cuts him off.

“I do know that you need to figure your shit out before it’s too late.” His voice is even, but firm. “Before she’s packed up and gone, and you’re stuck here wishing you had said something.”

Jin’s chest tightens.

Because that’s exactly what he’s afraid of.

Yoongi decides to crash on the couch, too tired to make the trip home at this hour. Before he dozes off, he mutters something about Jin needing to stop being a coward and say what he really feels. Jin doesn't respond, he just stares at the ceiling, drowning in his own thoughts before also falling asleep.

By the time the sun rises, Yoongi is already up and gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of his Invictus cologne and a lazily folded blanket on the couch. Jin doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he gets to work, cleaning up whatever remnants of the party are still scattered around the apartment. Empty bottles, forgotten jackets, a stray phone charger. It gives him something to focus on, something to do—because if he sits still for too long, his mind circles back to you.

To last night.

By the time he’s done tidying, he’s moving onto breakfast, stirring a pot of haejang-guk (hangover soup) on the stove when he hears the soft shuffle of footsteps behind him.

You.

Waddling into the kitchen, looking half-asleep and disheveled, dressed in a faded Sex Pistols t-shirt that hangs loose on your frame and a pair of soft, hot pink shorts that—fuck—leave way too much of your legs on display for him.

You move straight to the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water, cracking it open and taking a long sip. You don’t notice him right away, but when you finally glance up, your entire body stiffens.

Jin’s standing at the stove, stirring the pot, hair slightly messy from sleep, wearing sweats and a plain black t-shirt that clings to his broad shoulders.

Your heart does an embarrassing little flip.

Oh. Right. Last night.

The sheer panic that overtook you. The way you shoved him out. The fact that he kissed you before that—before your entire world was upended by one phone call.

You were too overwhelmed to process it all then, too drunk to even begin forming coherent thoughts. But now? Now you feel... clearer. Hungover, sure, but rational. Maybe now you can finally piece together what to say.

You need to ask him about that kiss, because what was all of that about?! Why did he do that?

You mentally repeat to yourself that you’re going to ask about this, but when Jin glances up, eyes locking onto yours, just like that, your carefully assembled train of thought derails entirely.

“I–Uh, good morning…” you mumble.

Fuck. "Morning. I made hangover soup for us."

For us.

Ah! Now, how the hell can you even bring this up? Your grip tightens around the bottle of water as you shift on your feet, suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet the apartment feels now. No music, no voices, no party—just the soft bubbling of the pot on the stove and the occasional scrape of Jin’s spoon against the metal.

You should say something. Acknowledge something. Last night. The job offer. The kiss.

But all you manage is a nod, stepping closer to peek into the pot. 

Maybe you should just wait until he brings it up? Or just bring it up another time before you move. You need to eat something now.

The scent of rich broth and soft tofu fills your senses, warm and grounding. Jin ladles some into a bowl and sets it on the counter in front of you.

"Eat," he says simply, sliding a spoon your way.

You hesitate, but only for a second. The first sip is heaven—warm, salty, soothing against the dull ache in your head. You let out a quiet sigh, and Jin chuckles under his breath.

"That good, huh?"

"Shut up," you mutter, but there's no real bite to it.

Silence falls between you again, but this time, it’s not as suffocating.

Jin sits across from you on a stool, eating his own bowl, eyes flickering toward you every so often like he’s waiting for you to speak. Waiting for you to bring it up.

And maybe he’s right. Maybe it should be you. Maybe this is the moment to clear the air, to figure out where things stand between you now.

You set your spoon down. Take a breath.

"I—"

But before you can finish, Jin beats you to it.

"Are you really taking the job?"

Unexpected question, you’d thought he’d bring up the kiss first, out of all things.

"Huh? I mean, I gotta take the job. I haven't worked…professionally in months. Why wouldn't I take the job?" 

Jin sets his spoon down, his fingers drumming against the countertop as he watches you. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a slight tension in his jaw, a flicker of something behind his eyes. Something he’s trying to suppress. 

"I don’t know," he says finally, voice even. "You just seemed... overwhelmed last night."

You blink at him, then scoff lightly. "Of course I was overwhelmed. I was drunk, we were arguing, I got a job offer out of nowhere, and you—" You pause, heat creeping up your neck.

Jin raises an eyebrow. "I...?"

You swallow. He’s really going to make you say it, huh? "You kissed me."

Jin doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away, but he doesn’t rush to explain himself either. Instead, he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the counter. "And you kissed me back."

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Because—fuck. He’s not wrong.

But could he focus on that instead of making a fuss about your new job!? You want answers, but you’re also not going to push if he’s just not going to do that first.

Jin tilts his head, studying you, and then sighs. "Look, I’m happy for you. Really, I am. You worked your ass off for this." His fingers tap against the counter again. "But I just—I guess I didn’t expect it to happen so soon."

You frown. "It’s not like I planned it either."

"I know." He exhales sharply through his nose, ruffling his bangs. "And it’s not like I’m trying to hold you back, but…"

"But what?"

Jin hesitates. And for the first time since this conversation started, you see it—the crack in his composure, the barest flicker of something else.

He shakes his head. "Never mind."

"Jin." You push your bowl aside, heart pounding just a little faster. "Just say it."

He looks at you for a long moment, then rubs the back of his neck, glancing away. "It’s just—I guess I was getting used to having you around again."

Your breath catches.

"And now you’re gonna be gone," he adds quietly.

A lump forms in your throat. You grip the edge of the counter, staring down at your hands as a new kind of unease settles over you.

Because the worst part?

You were getting used to him too.

“...But maybe this is a good thing," you say, voice quieter now. "I feel like I need some space.” You keep your eyes on your hands, tracing an invisible pattern against the counter, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Space?” Jin repeats, like the word itself is foreign.

“To grow… to move forward. Life has felt kind of stagnant.”

Jin lets out a short, dry scoff. “Has it really? Has life felt stagnant here? The last few months…we—" He shakes his head. "Did none of this mean anything to you?"

It has meant something.

More than you ever expected. It’s given you back the confidence you didn’t even realize you lost. It’s helped you rediscover yourself and explore your desires in ways that felt safe and natural because it was with him.

"It did," you admit, forcing yourself to look up at him. "But like any job, when time starts running out, you start looking for the next thing. That’s just where I’m at now."

Jin’s lips press together, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, finally, he nods. "I get it," he says, but there’s something heavy in his tone, something almost... resigned. "So... I guess that means we’re done camming, then?"

Something about hearing it put so plainly makes your stomach twist. 

It started out as something so outrageous, just to take up the challenge.

But damn, you really did get used to this—to him.

"Yeah," you exhale, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. "That’s the next step. I’m back in my professional field now, and if I stay at Netflix long enough, I could actually be somebody there. So I’d rather not have the sexiest part of my quarter-life crisis come back to haunt me."

That finally earns a laugh from Jin, even if it’s brief. "That’s a shame," he sighs, rolling up his sleeves and heading toward the sink. "We never did figure out a way to stream shower sex on cam."

“Seokjin!” Your gasp is immediate, scandalized, but also, if you're being honest, just a little turned on.

He smirks, unbothered. "What? I’m just saying. Missed opportunity."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. But then, before you can stop yourself, the words slip out—half joking, half serious.

"I mean… we could still do it."

Jin pauses mid-rinse, fingers still gripping the dish in his hands. Then, slowly, he turns his head, eyes narrowing with intrigue.

"One last hurrah," you add, teasing. But there’s an edge of challenge in your tone.

You haven’t had sex with him off camera since the first time he fucked you when he discovered you masturbating to his stream. All sexual activities have been restricted to the livestream to keep that emotional/mental barrier with each other up. This would be the second time you guys do this without others watching…if he decides to indulge in this.

And by the way Jin’s gaze darkens, he definitely hears it too.

He sets the dish down in the sink, shaking off the excess water from his hands as he turns to face you fully. His expression is unreadable at first—lips slightly parted, eyes flickering with something unreadable but intense. Then, his tongue swipes across his lower lip, and you know exactly where his mind has gone.

"You serious?" His voice is low, careful.

You hesitate for just a second. Not because you don’t want to, but because the reality of what you just suggested settles in, and it sends a ripple of anticipation down your spine.

"Why not?" you say, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, playing at nonchalance even as your body betrays you—the way your thighs squeeze together just a little, the way your breath hitches. "One last time. Just for fun."

Jin exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. But then he steps closer, bridging the space between you with deliberate slowness. His fingertips ghost over the hem of your shorts, barely there.

"You say ‘one last time,’ but we both know how that goes," he murmurs, eyes locked onto yours.

His hands slide to your hips, pulling you flush against him. He’s warm, solid, and already you can feel the way his body reacts to the proximity. You swallow hard, heart thudding against your ribs.

"Then let’s just not think about it too much," you whisper, tilting your chin up slightly. "Just... take me to the shower. I need to take a shower anyways."

Jin doesn’t need to be told twice.

In a blur, he grips the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly, and your legs wrap around his waist as he strides toward his bathroom. It's big enough to fit the both of you unlike your own en-suite bathroom.

Your back presses against the cool tile wall, a contrast to the heat blooming between you, and Jin's mouth is on yours before you can take another breath—hot, demanding, hungry.

His fingers are already slipping beneath your shirt, teasing along your bare skin, and you gasp into the kiss, clutching at his shoulders as he grinds against you.

"Hope you weren’t actually planning to shower," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with amusement and arousal.

"Jin," you whimper, already half-lost in the sensation of his hands roaming your body.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you," he chuckles darkly, and then he’s reaching for the faucet, turning the water on full blast.

The warm spray hits your skin, but the heat between you burns hotter. And as Jin’s mouth trails down your neck, his hands already tugging at your soaked clothes, you know—this last hurrah is about to be anything but tame.

Steam rises in thick waves around you, curling against the glass shower door, but it’s nothing compared to the heat between you and Jin. His mouth moves against yours, hungry and insistent, hands already roaming under the hem of your soaked t-shirt, fingers grazing over your damp skin.

"I’m gonna make you never forget this last time,'" he mutters, lips brushing against yours, teasing.

You shiver—not from the water cascading down your back but from the way his fingers tighten around your hips.

"Jin—" you start, but he’s already lifting your shirt, peeling it off your body and tossing it out of the shower. The cool air hits your bare skin, but it doesn’t last long before his hands are on you again, palms gliding down your sides, his touch possessive.

His mouth trails down the column of your neck, hot and wet, as his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts. He tugs them down slowly, teasing you with the friction of the fabric sliding against your thighs before they hit the wet tile with a dull thud. You kick them away blindly, more focused on the way Jin takes you in. His eyes dark, pupils blown with something raw and unfiltered.

"Fuck," he murmurs, hands dragging over your bare skin, gripping your waist, kneading the softness of your thighs.

"Your turn," you breathe, reaching for the hem of his drenched shirt. You yank it up and over his head, reveling in the way the water beads down his toned chest.

Jin grins, though it falters slightly when your fingers dip into the waistband of his sweats. You make quick work of them, shoving them down along with his boxers, and suddenly there’s nothing between you but heat and urgency.

Before you can even think, Jin’s hands are on your waist again, spinning you effortlessly and pressing you against the shower wall. The cool tile is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body caging you in, chest flush against your back, one hand braced against the wall beside you while the other slides over your stomach, dipping lower.

"You sure about this?" he murmurs against your ear, voice thick with something dangerous.

You nod, breathless, your hands splayed against the tiles. "Yeah. No cameras, no audience. Just us getting out whatever final pleasures we have left in us."

Jin groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he lines himself up, teasing you for a moment before rolling his hips forward, sinking into you with one slow, deep thrust.

A strangled moan escapes your lips, your body arching against the wall as he fills you completely. The feeling is almost overwhelming—the heat of the water, the way he stretches you perfectly, the way his grip tightens on your hips as he starts to move.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jin groans, pressing his mouth to your shoulder, his thrusts slow at first, deliberate, making you feel every inch of him.

The sound of the water hitting the tiles mixes with the slick sounds of your bodies moving together, the heat of the shower amplifying everything—the way his hands grip your thighs, the way his mouth drags along your spine, the way he groans your name like a prayer.

Your fingers press against the wall for support as his pace picks up, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, pulling desperate gasps from your lips. The sensation builds rapidly, pleasure curling low in your stomach, threatening to spill over.

"Jin—I’m—"

"I know," he pants, his own breath ragged, his movements growing more erratic. "Me too—fuck—"

And then everything shatters.

Pleasure crashes over you in waves, your body trembling as you cry out, clenching around him. Jin follows right after, groaning into your neck as he stills, his body shuddering against yours.

For a long moment, neither of you move. The water beats down on your overheated skin, and Jin rests his forehead against your shoulder, breaths heavy, arms still locked tight around you.

The aftershocks still pulse through you, leaving you breathless and spent against the cool tiles. But he isn’t finished.

Before you can fully regain your senses, he shifts, strong hands gripping your waist as he pulls out, only to turn you toward him. Your back meets the slick glass of the shower door, the warmth of the steam making it fog up around you. Jin’s body is pressed flush against yours, the heat of his skin searing against the wetness of yours.

He leans in, lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that reignites the fire in your belly. One of his hands trails downward, skimming over the curve of your hip before gripping the back of your thigh. With ease, he lifts your leg, hooking it around his waist as he presses forward again, burying himself inside you in one deep thrust.

You gasp against his lips, hands flying up to grip his shoulders for support. The new angle sends pleasure sparking through your nerves, and when your eyes flutter open, they land on the large bathroom mirror just beyond the shower glass.

From this view, you can see everything—Jin’s body pressing into yours, the way your skin is slick and flushed from the heat, the way his muscles flex with every movement. His dark eyes meet yours in the reflection, filled with raw hunger, a smirk tugging at his lips when he notices where your attention has drifted.

"Like what you see?" he murmurs, voice rough with desire.

Your only response is a whimper as he thrusts deeper, his free hand sliding up your body to cup your breast, fingers rolling your nipple between them. The contrast of the warmth of his palm against the cool air makes you arch into his touch, your head falling back against the fogged-up glass.

Jin groans, his grip on your thigh tightening as he quickens his pace, his hips snapping against yours, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together echoing through the steamy bathroom. Each thrust pushes you harder against the glass, the coolness against your burning skin only amplifying the sensation.

Watching it unfold in the mirror only heightens the pleasure—the way his body moves, the way your own writhes beneath him, the way his hand greedily kneads your breast, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple as he fucks you relentlessly.

"Jin—fuck," you gasp, nails digging into his back, leaving half-moon indentations in his slick skin.

"Look at us," he commands, voice strained as he fights to hold himself back, to prolong the moment. "Look at how good we look together."

You do. And it’s almost too much—the sight of his body pressed so intimately against yours, the way his jaw clenches as he watches himself disappear into you over and over again.

His fingers tighten around your thigh as his thrusts grow erratic, each movement slamming you harder against the glass. The coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, your vision blurring with the overwhelming pleasure building deep inside you.

"Seokjin—I’m close—"

"Me too," he groans, his mouth dropping to your neck, biting and sucking until he’s sure he’s left his mark. "Come for me, Princess."

And with one final thrust, you do. Your body shattering around him, pleasure crashing over you in uncontrollable waves. 

Jin is also nearing his end as well, which leads you to do one last crazy thing. You suddenly push against his chest, breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. His brows furrow in confusion, his lips parting to ask why, until you drop to your knees on the slick shower floor.

Jin’s breath catches, his body going rigid as you look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, water streaming down your face. You lick your lips, your voice sultry and certain.

"Wait, I want you to finish in my mouth."

His reaction is immediate. His jaw clenches, his grip tightening where he’d been holding your waist. You can feel his cock twitch against your palm as you wrap your fingers around it, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck—" Jin groans, his head tipping back for a moment, overwhelmed.

It catches him completely off guard. Majority of the time, the pleasure is focused on you, which he loves. He gets off on making you unravel, watching you fall apart beneath him. On the rare occasions you do something for him, it’s never expected, always a surprise that leaves him completely undone.

And this…this is different.

Your lips wrap around the flushed head of his cock, and Jin sucks in a sharp breath. You take him in slowly, inch by inch, your tongue swirling around him, savoring the way his body shudders at your touch. His hands find your wet hair, threading through the strands as he watches you with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Shit—just like that," he rasps, his voice strained as you take him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.

The warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue flicks against his sensitive spots—it’s almost too much. His restraint is slipping fast, and the sight of you kneeling before him, water cascading over your body, your lips stretched around his cock, has him throbbing with need.

You hollow your cheeks, your pace quickening, sucking him in with more fervor. His fingers tighten in your hair, hips stuttering forward as he fights not to lose control.

"You sure you want this?" he asks, voice rough, a last attempt at restraint.

Your only response is a low hum around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. That’s all it takes.

"Fuck—" Jin groans, his head dropping forward as his grip in your hair tightens. His hips jerk as he finally lets go, spilling into your mouth, his entire body trembling with the force of his release.

You take it all, swallowing around him, your tongue teasing him until he’s completely spent. When you finally pull back, releasing him with a soft pop, he stares down at you, his expression dazed, still catching his breath.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters, pulling you up and crashing his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

Jin pulls you close, his hands roaming over your slick skin as he deepens the kiss, the taste of himself lingering on your tongue. His heart is still hammering against his ribs, his body thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The sound of the shower fills the space, steam curling around your bodies, the warmth of the water cascading down your backs. His forehead rests against yours, his breath still uneven, but his hold on you is firm—like he doesn’t want to let go.

Eventually, he exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers tracing slow circles along your waist. "That was…unexpected," he murmurs, amusement flickering in his tired eyes.

You smirk, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back. "Figured I’d give you a send-off worth remembering."

His grip tightens, a silent protest, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he presses one last kiss to your temple before reaching past you to shut off the water.

With a sigh, you both step out, Jin immediately grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you before drying himself off. The silence between you is thick—not uncomfortable, but heavy with the weight of what’s to come.

As you catch your reflection in the mirror, you can’t help but wonder—was this really just a send-off? Or was it something else entirely?

You glance at Jin, who’s already watching you through the mirror, his expression unreadable.

"Well, the water bill is going to be so damn high because of this," he says softly, handing you some clothes. “It was worth it, though.”

You giggle at his words as you exit the bathroom and go back to your room to change.

As your time with Jin dwindles to an end, the two of you decide to host one final stream for your Chaturbate audience, though, not as wild as your usual performances. 

It’s still teasing enough to leave an impression, however!

This time, it's a mix of sensuality and humor, a slow-burn farewell.

Jin sits back against the headboard, shirtless, microphone in hand as he reads passages from Fifty Shades of Grey in his smooth, deep voice. His tone is velvety, deliberate, and teasing as he enunciates every sultry word, making even the most absurd lines sound seductive.

You, on the other hand, straddle him, taking as much of him as you can, moving slowly, carefully, trying to keep your reactions minimal. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, your lips occasionally pressing into his skin to stifle the little gasps that threaten to slip out. 

The challenge is clear: stay quiet or suffer the consequences.

The chat erupts with excitement at the unusual setup:

“ASMR daddy Jin? What kind of blessed content is this?”“How the hell is she staying quiet? I’d be a goner.”“Omg, is this their last stream? SAY IT AIN’T SO.”“Pls don’t leave us. We just got used to this masterpiece of a channel.”

Every time a particularly breathy sound escapes you, Jin smirks, setting the book down momentarily to deliver a sharp smack to your thigh or breast. 

You bite your lip, gripping onto him tighter, the thrill of the control he has over you mixing with the bittersweet realization that this is the last time you’ll be doing this together. Despite the playful tone of the stream, there’s an underlying sadness creeping in.

By the time the session ends, the chat is flooded with messages, not just of arousal but of disappointment and farewell.

“Our Princess Peach is really leaving us? After all this?”“This is the best cam duo we’ve ever had.”“Jin, are you at least keeping the channel? Even if it’s just continuing to do solo stuff?”“Thank you for everything. You two were insane together.”

Jin watches the comments roll in, his expression unreadable, but you can tell he’s taking it all in. His channel has exploded over the last several months due to the duo concept, catapulting into the top 20 cam accounts on the platform. It’s ironic, really.

Just when things were at their peak, it’s all coming to an end.

Jin logs off, shutting the laptop. Silence settles in the room, save for the hum of the city outside. You look at Jin, unsure of what to say.

He beats you to it. “Well… that was one hell of a ride.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Yeah… it was.”

But as much as you both try to keep things lighthearted, there’s a heaviness in the air that neither of you want to address.

And probably never will.

This heaviness continues to linger days after.

The following Monday, you meet with Gia, the director of the team you’ll be working with, to discuss your offer and finalize your start date. In two weeks, you’ll officially begin your role at Netflix. It still feels surreal. You’ve spent so much time chasing this kind of opportunity, and now that it’s here, there’s no turning back.

In the days that follow, you search for an apartment near the Netflix office, combing through listings, arranging viewings, and packing up your things at Jin’s place. The transition should be exciting, but a lingering emptiness gnaws at you.

Jin, who once felt like a constant presence in your life, eating meals together, going out to eat together, spending time with each other… starts becoming more and more absent.

He leaves early for work and returns late, barely sparing time for conversation. 

You don’t push him for answers about his absence or anything else lingering about your relationship with him. You assume he’s caught up in some major project coincidentally as things are starting to ramp up again in your life. 

And knowing Jin, he likes giving it his all in the work he does.

But the lack of his presence stings more than you want to admit.

And now, the absence in this place is much bigger. The weekend before your first day of your new job, Jin leaves town for work. He texted you an apology for not being able to help out with your move, but told you he’d send Namjoon to help you out and Yoongi would be picking up the spare keys from you. You’re glad that he didn’t let you handle the final move on your own and sent for one of his good friends to help you out.

Namjoon is someone you found yourself growing closer to since the party, bonding over a mutual love for romance novels. You discovered beneath his intellectual, slightly intimidating exterior, he was just as much of a hopeless romantic as you.

As you tape up another moving box, Namjoon sits nearby, flipping through one of your books. “You have a ridiculous amount of these,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “And? Sue me for enjoying love stories.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No judgment because I like them too. Just… it makes sense, considering your past shitty relationship.”

You pause, rolling your eyes at him. “Always dreaming of finding better partners in my love life like the books,”

The response makes him and Wendy giggle.

Wendy was luckily in town for a work conference, so she offered to help out too.

Since the night of the party, she’s has been overly apologetic about never telling you she dated Jin. Every time, you wave it off, telling her it doesn't matter. You don’t even blame her for not mentioning it. After all, you had no idea they even knew each other. You weren’t on social media to keep up with her life, too busy being wrapped up in your own.

Back when you were still with Mingi.

Sigh.

With the last of your belongings packed, your car and Wendy’s are stuffed to the brim with boxes. You slide into the passenger seat of Wendy’s car while Namjoon follows behind, driving yours. Slowly, Jin’s beautiful apartment complex fades from view, swallowed up by the cityscape. Little by little, it disappears in the distance, and from your life.

"Are you going to miss living with him?" Wendy glances at you as she stops at a red light.

You inhale deeply, weighing your answer.

"Not really," you lie. "It was nice having company, though." That’s the only piece of truth you allow to slip through.

Wendy studies your expression but doesn’t press. Instead, she says, "If you like him, you should go for him."

You shake your head. "Oh no, I’m not interested! Plus, he doesn’t like me like that."

Jin has always been impossible to read. His words, his actions, they blurred the lines between friendship, something deeper, and something entirely fleeting. Some days, he felt like a stranger. Others, he felt like someone you could have had forever with.

You’re too old to be pondering this like a teenage girl trying to connect the dots that a guy likes her back.

"If you’re worried about the fact that we dated, please don’t be," Wendy says, keeping her eyes on the road. "I admired him when we worked together, and that turned into dating. But honestly, our relationship always felt more like a deep friendship with bits of romance sprinkled in. Our hearts were always… elsewhere."

Elsewhere.

You chew on that word, wondering where Jin's heart really was if not with her.

"Thank you for letting me know, Wendy. But I think for now, no relationships!" You force a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I just want to focus on my new job and what's to come."

Wendy nods in understanding, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "That makes sense. A new chapter, a fresh start."

"Exactly." You lean back against the seat, watching the city blur past the window. It’s easier to say than to actually feel, but you want to believe it.

As the drive continues, Wendy chats about her upcoming projects, the books she's been reading, and her plans to visit her family soon. You listen, grateful for the distraction.

By the time you reach your new apartment, Namjoon is already out of the car, stretching before starting to unload the boxes.

You take a deep breath, looking up at the unfamiliar building. It’s a sleek, modern 3 story apartment building not too far from the main streets of the entertainment capital of the world. A stark contrast from Jin’s quiet, cozy apartment tucked away from the chaos of the city. Here, the hum of life never stops: cars honking, distant music drifting from other homes, and the constant murmur of people moving, working, living.

The lobby is just as polished as the exterior, with minimalist décor, warm lighting, and a concierge desk where a sharply dressed employee greets you with a polite nod. Floor-to-ceiling windows give a panoramic view of the city skyline, and the elevator ride up feels surreal—like stepping further into a new reality, leaving behind everything familiar.

Inside, your unit is just as modern. Open-concept, sleek hardwood floors, a kitchen with marble countertops, and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the golden glow of the setting sun. It’s smaller than Jin’s place, but it feels fresh, new, like an empty canvas waiting for you to make it your own.

"Welcome home," Namjoon grins, patting the hood of your car as he stretches. "Ready for the next big thing?"

You let out a slow exhale, stepping onto the threshold of your new life.

"Yeah," you say, more to yourself than to him. "I think I am."

A home, that doesn’t feel like home yet, but you’ll eventually get there.

The apartment is too quiet.

Seokjin steps through the door and kicks off his shoes with less energy than usual. No warm lighting in the hallway. No lingering scent of the candles you used to light in the evenings. No soft laughter drifting from the living room. It’s dark—just the faint glow of the city outside bleeding through the windows.

He flicks on a lamp, and the room looks… untouched. Clean. Cold. Soulless.

You’re gone.

He exhales through his nose, the weight of the silence pressing into his chest like a familiar ache. The same kind of ache he felt years ago, when his family moved away and he disappeared from your life without warning. Back then, he was just a dumb kid who didn’t know how to say he liked you, didn’t know how to say that teasing you wasn’t because he disliked you—it was the only way he knew how to get your attention.

But now? He’s an adult, and still he didn’t say anything.

He told himself it wasn’t the right time. That you had too much going on. That you were only here for a little while and what you two had was just comfort, release, boredom, exploration. That’s what he told himself. That’s what he told himself when you smiled at Namjoon a little longer than you ever smiled at him. He didn’t think Namjoon was as handsome or charismatic as him, but maybe you preferred that anyways.

He unbuttons his dress shirt slowly, absently. Shrugs it off and tosses it aside, then sinks into the couch in just his undershirt and slacks.

The ceiling stares back at him.

He thinks about texting you. Maybe something casual—

"How was your first day, corporate baddie?" Or something stupid and sweet—

 "Rate your new apartment on a scale of 1 to missing me terribly."

He even types them out halfway in his head. But his fingers don’t move. His phone stays face-down on the coffee table.

You have your own life now. A real job. A new place. People to meet. Maybe someone else to love. Maybe someone like Namjoon. Maybe someone he doesn’t know.

And he’s just Seokjin. The guy who let you slip away again. The guy who made you laugh, who made you come undone under soft lights and steady hands, but never said what he really felt.

Maybe this is just how it’s meant to be. Some people pass through your life like seasons—warm, intense, fleeting.

He rests his head back, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting in a slow sigh. “I miss you already,” he murmurs to the ceiling.

But no one’s there to hear it.

And still, he doesn’t send the text.

Leaving these words left unsaid.

Three months pass. It’s a rainy afternoon as you drive home, stuck in traffic, the gray skyline blurring into streaks against your windshield. The light drizzle taps a restless beat on the roof of your car, a soft soundtrack to the ache that’s been gnawing at you all day. You could’ve blasted music to drown it out. You could’ve called anyone else. But somehow, your fingers drift to Yunjin’s contact.

You’re tired. So tired. And not just from work. But from thoughts constantly looming in your head of what you should’ve and could’ve done in the past.

The phone rings once. Twice.

“Hello?” Yunjin’s voice comes through immediately, warm and concerned, like she’s been waiting for you to reach out first for once.

You hesitate for a second, then sigh, forehead leaning against the steering wheel. “Hey. You busy?”

“No, no, not at all…are you okay?” she asks, voice tightening a little. You know she’s been worried. She’s your best friend after all. She’s been checking in more ever since the night of the party. Ever since you moved out of Jin’s place. You kept brushing her off with that stupid excuse: alcohol plus stress from all that damn job hunting plus the sudden job offer out of nowhere. A bad combination of good and bad stuff. Nothing more.

But Yunjin’s always seen through you. She just never pushed.

Today, though, something inside you gives.

“I just…” you start, the words sticking to your throat. “I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts tonight.”

There’s a pause. She lets you set the pace.

You grip the steering wheel tighter, the rain smearing lights into watercolor blurs around you. “Remember that party at Jin’s? It wasn’t just a breakdown that night. I lied.”

“I know,” she says softly.

You laugh—bitter, shaky. “Of course you do.” She’s always been good at reading through you, and the people around her.

Another silence stretches out between you, but it isn’t heavy. It’s patient.

“I got...close to Seokjin,” you say slowly, voice fragile, like if you speak too loud the memories will shatter. “Closer than I ever was… and ever meant to. And I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late.”

You swallow hard, fighting the sting in your eyes.

“Living with Jin was supposed to be a temporary thing, you know?” you murmur. “But it felt...safe. Like for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have to hold my breath around someone. He just—he made it easy to exist. I didn’t have to be ashamed of not having a job, or being in a quarter-life crisis, or being cheated on...”

You hear Yunjin breathe in, steady and soft. She’s listening. She always does.

“And I think I...I fell for him,” you admit in a whisper, as if the confession itself might break you. “Slowly. Stupidly. Without even realizing it.” you bite your lip, pulse quickening, careful not to spill too much on your camming secret life with him. “I had a negative opinion of him growing up, but that didn’t reflect into who he grew into now. The way he looked out for me. The way he made me laugh when I thought I couldn’t anymore.”

Your chest tightens unbearably, and you blink rapidly at the windshield.

“But it’s whatever now,” you add quickly, the words a shield, a desperate, crumbling wall. “I’m moving on. It was just...temporary. A phase. He probably didn’t even think twice about it. I’m being stupid. I’m not even sure it was real.”

You try to laugh again, but it comes out cracked and hollow.

“God, Mingi would laugh at me if he saw me like this. Hung up over someone I never even officially dated. Acting desperate for love or whatever. I must look pathetic.”

Yunjin’s voice is warm, a balm to the raw ache inside you. “You’re not pathetic!”

You exhale a shaky breath, the traffic crawling forward a few inches.

“Maybe not. But I feel it.”

Outside, the rain keeps falling, a steady murmur against the world. And for the first time in a while, you don’t feel as alone with it. For a while, you both just sit in the silence, the rain filling the space where your broken words can’t.

Then Yunjin speaks, her voice careful, gentle. “You know…” she starts, trailing off thoughtfully. “I think maybe you should talk to him.”

Your heart skips in your chest.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “Talk to Jin?”

“Yeah…” she says, trying to sound casual but you can hear the note of something careful in her tone. “I mean...you lived together for months. Got close. Maybe it’s not as one-sided as you think.”

You scoff lightly, looking away from the windshield. “I doubt it. ”

But Yunjin presses on, choosing her words delicately. “You’re both stubborn. Maybe he’s just...waiting for you to make the first move. Or at least to clear the air.”

You frown. It sounds too hopeful. Too dangerous to believe. You don’t want to entertain this idea on the pretense of a “maybe”. 

And Yunjin must sense your hesitation because she adds quickly, “Or, you know...maybe it’s time for you to start fresh. Meet someone new. Go out with some girls from work, hit a club, get drinks. Or like, take a yoga class. Focus on you again.”

You let out a small, exhausted laugh. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“I’m serious,” she says warmly. “You’ve been carrying too much by yourself. You deserve to breathe a little. To live a little. And if you ever need a plus one for any of that? I’m there. I’ll try to visit more often, okay?”

A lump forms in your throat, but this time it’s a little easier to swallow.

“Thanks, Yunjin.”

“Always.”

You can’t see her, but you know she’s smiling that soft, stubborn smile of hers.

Outside, the rain eases into a gentle mist. Somewhere deep inside you, you feel the tiniest, stubbornest spark flicker to life again. Tiny, but alive. Having a full on convo with Seokjin feels like too much, but maybe you’ll send some greetings when you can. Maybe for now, you can continue to give it your all to your new job, and find new ways to cope and forget about all of this. Bury these feelings from within.

No one really says anything—not you or him. And despite the silence, time keeps moving forward, uncaring, unbothered.

It’s been a year since you moved out of Seokjin’s apartment. A full year since you packed up your things and closed the door on a strange, intoxicating chapter of your life. You’ve rebuilt since then. Slowly, carefully. Your new job became your anchor, the thing you threw yourself into fully. You’ve climbed your way back into a stable routine—morning coffees, back-to-back meetings, long work trips to film sets in Seoul and Tokyo, wine nights with your new team.

You helped coordinate the launch of the newest Black Mirror season. You got flown out to Jeju to help with on-set logistics for When Life Gives You Tangerines, a K-drama that’s now getting rave reviews online. You’ve attended wrap parties, panel events, rooftop mixers. Your calendar stays full. Your mind stays busier.

Past memories blur like fog in the distance. The pain from your breakup with Mingi? Obsolete now. The shame and exhaustion from your previous job? Gone. Even those sweet, stolen nights in Seokjin’s kitchen, the intimacy of your shared glances, your whispered jokes, the hot silence between cam sessions—those too are starting to fade.

But not completely.

Sometimes, on nights when your apartment feels a little too cold, you catch yourself wishing he were there. Not to do anything special. Just… to be there. To sit beside you on the couch, to play something dumb on the TV and make sarcastic commentary, to cook something absurd at midnight just because. You didn’t think you’d miss him this much. But the truth is, Jin had a way of making space feel like home just by being in it. And now that he’s gone, that kind of warmth is hard to come by.

He hasn’t contacted you much over the past year—just the basics. Birthday greetings. “Merry Christmas.” “Happy New Year.” You always replied in kind, but nothing deeper ever came from it. No check-ins. No “how are you’s.” Just little digital waves in the distance.

You haven’t seen him in person either. Fate, it seems, prefers irony—like running into Mingi at a shopping plaza looking happy and carefree while you stood there trying not to unravel. But Seokjin? He’s stayed away. Not maliciously. Just… vanished into his world.

Sometimes, you check his cam room. Not out of obsession, just out of habit. Curiosity. Human nature. You tell yourself it’s harmless—just peeking. You notice that he hasn’t streamed in months. The last one was over half a year ago, and even that was a short, quiet stream. His gaming content? Almost nonexistent now. His socials have slowed too. A few posts here and there—group shots with the guys, a couple of work-related updates. There’s the occasional woman in the background of those pictures, which makes you wonder. Maybe he’s dating again. Maybe he never stopped.

And maybe you should start too.

You remember you still owe Namjoon a hangout. He’s been patient and sweet and always texts you about books he thinks you’d like. You two get along almost too well—sharing playlists, talking about art, texting late into the night about some line in a poem that made you ache in a good way. Maybe… maybe it’s time to see where that could lead.

You’re not trying to replace Jin. But you can’t keep orbiting a ghost of something that never fully bloomed. Something he never really reached for.

So maybe it’s time to open that door. Even just a crack. To see if something else is waiting for you on the other side.

After getting home from work, you toss your bag onto the couch, kick off your heels, and sink into the soft cushions of your apartment. It’s been a long day—back-to-back meetings, a creative pitch that went surprisingly well, and now… just stillness. Your place is beautiful, sleek and modern, tucked right in the vibrant heart of Hollywood. City lights spill through your windows, reflecting off your glass coffee table and polished floors. It’s a stark contrast to Seokjin’s cozy apartment tucked outside the chaos—a bit quieter, a bit softer. You try not to think about that too much.

You unlock your phone and open your messages. Your finger hovers for a second, then taps on Namjoon’s contact photo. You start typing.

"i don’t know if you recall, but i owe you a hangout mister"

He replies almost immediately, the little typing dots barely making an appearance before his message lands.

"surprised you remember haha"

Then another follows a few seconds later.

"didn’t want to be weird and bring it up before in case you weren’t down for it, but i’d be delighted to still hang out with you."

You smile softly. You always liked the way he typed—careful, a little poetic, like he thought about his words.

"sounds like a plan, what did you want to do?"

You wait a few seconds before his reply comes in, a thoughtful pause between each message:

"mmm well"

Another pause.

"i saw there’s a wine & film screening event at the Getty on friday night—screening Pretty Woman on the lawn. it’s free, 21+ only, and we can bring in our own snacks."

You picture it: the grassy hill overlooking the city, art lovers and couples lounging on blankets under the stars, the glow of a classic film playing on an outdoor screen. You’ve been craving something peaceful lately. Something warm.

"that sounds perfect actually. i’m in!" you type back.

"should i bring wine for us to enjoy the night ? ;) 🍷" he adds with a winking emoji.

"of course! you know me too well."

"haha friday it is then." he says. "can’t wait."

You lock your phone after hearting the message and set it aside, eyes drifting to the ceiling. A strange warmth settles in your chest—equal parts comfort and nervous excitement. It feels like the beginning of something soft. Something kind.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel okay leaning into it.

Friday arrives with a golden warmth that clings to the breeze. The sun hangs lazily above the horizon, casting long orange shadows across the Getty’s gleaming white stone walls. The soft glow of late afternoon is the perfect backdrop for your outfit—a golden yellow Beverly and Beck Ruby Ruffle Bow Mini Dress, cinched just right to show your figure without trying too hard. A delicate lace bandana in a matching yellow hue ties your hair back, fluttering gently as you walk toward the lawn entrance. You feel good. Fresh. Ready.

You glance at your phone again.

No messages. No Namjoon.

You try not to overthink it—he’s usually good with time. Maybe it’s just traffic. But five minutes before the movie starts, you’re still standing outside and still no sign of him? The anxiety builds in your chest.

You pull out your phone and call him. It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Then he picks up.

“Namjoon! Where are you? I’m here—”

“Hey…” he cuts in, his voice calm but strained. “I… got into an accident about twenty minutes ago.”

“What!? Holy shit, are you okay?”

“I’m okay now, just some scrapes and bruises. A car hit me while I was biking back from Trader Joe’s with snacks. They brought me to the ER to get checked out, but… I don’t think I’ll make it to the Getty in time.”

Your stomach drops. “Oh my god. Forget the movie—I’ll come to the hospital. I can stay with you, make sure you’re alright—”

“No!” he says quickly. Too quickly.

You blink. “No?”

“I mean… you don’t have to. Yoongi and Hoseok are here with me, so I’m fine. I—uh—actually sent someone in my place.”

“Someone?” you echo, confused.

And then, as you look up, you see him.

Seokjin.

He’s standing a few feet away, his gaze already fixed on you. His hair’s grown longer, a little messier, soft waves framing his face. He wears a clean white shirt beneath a gray blazer, his stance easy, yet charged with something... unspoken.

“Seokjin?” you whisper into the phone.

“I’ll let you go now,” Namjoon says on the other end before hanging up.

Jin walks toward you, a familiar boyish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s been a while, Peach.”

Your heart flips.

“I… What are you doing here?”

“Someone said a princess needed saving,” he says with a wink. “So they sent the best person to do it.”

You raise a brow, arms crossing with a playful smirk. “Mario?”

“No. Me,” he says with exaggerated pride. “Though… yeah, I guess I am Mario in a way.”

You laugh—genuinely, loudly, in a way you haven’t in weeks.

“You sure haven’t changed,” you tease. “Still full of yourself.”

His smile falters for half a second as his eyes sweep over you, lingering just a bit too long, just a bit too thoughtfully.

“That’s not the only thing that hasn’t changed,” he says softly.

Your breath stills for a beat. The movie starts to roll on the lawn behind you, but you barely notice. Because Jin’s still looking at you like no time has passed at all. Like the space between now and a year ago never existed.

“…What do you mean?” you ask, your voice nearly a whisper.

He takes a small step closer. Then another.

He stands there for a moment, the soft glow of the museum lights painting his profile in gold and shadows. His voice drops a little, quieter, more unsure.

“I’m good at expressing my thoughts about things, but for some reason… this is the one thing I haven’t been able to bring myself to say.” He pauses, brows furrowed slightly as he searches for the words. “Maybe out of fear. Or maybe because I convinced myself it wasn’t the right time.”

You don’t say anything—your breath held, your body still, your eyes locked on his.

“I talked to a few people since you left…like Namjoon, Yoongi, Wendy, even Yunjin,” he goes on. “But all of it… it only made me realize something. I should’ve really told you this sooner.”

Your heart stutters. Then starts beating faster. Loud enough you wonder if he can hear it too.

A sensation you haven’t felt in so long spreads through your chest. A warmth. A pull. The kind that’s equal parts terrifying and magnetic.

Jin exhales shakily, his hands slipping into his blazer pockets like he’s trying to ground himself. “I missed you,” he finally says. “Not just your company. I missed you. Your laugh in the mornings. The way you dance around while brushing your teeth. The way you'd tease me when I lost on stream. I missed you so much, my Princess Peach, it made everything else feel… dimmer.”

Your breath catches, tears suddenly threatening to well.

“I thought I was just someone you passed time with,” he adds, voice softer. “But for me… those were some of the brightest days I’ve had in a long time.”

The movie flickers behind you—Julia Roberts’ voice carrying faintly over the lawn—but you’re somewhere else entirely. Caught in this moment with him.

“What are you trying to say, Jin?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He finally steps in close, closer than before, and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, the touch so careful it nearly undoes you.

“I’m trying to say… I’ve been in love with you for a lot longer than you’ve ever realized.”

You stare at him, stunned. Your throat tightens with something you can’t name.

“And if there’s still even the smallest part of you that feels the same,” he says, voice husky, “then maybe—just maybe—we can try again. But not as roommates. Not as cam partners. Just… us.”

Your eyes brim, lips parting. You don’t know what to say at first—your thoughts tumbling into each other, your heart pounding wildly.

But then your fingers reach for his. And that’s answer enough.

He smiles, wide and boyish, like the Seokjin from years ago and the one standing in front of you now have finally become one.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening slightly around his.

“I feel the same,” you say, your voice soft but steady.

His eyes widen just a little, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it so soon, so plainly.

“I might not have loved you for as long as you’ve loved me… or maybe I never realized a part of me has been in love with you all along,” you continue, “but your feelings… they never went unnoticed, Jin.”

He looks at you then like he’s been holding his breath this whole time—waiting for something, anything, to tell him he wasn’t alone in this.

“There were moments,” you go on, your voice catching slightly, “tiny ones, quiet ones, when I’d catch you looking at me or saying something that felt deeper than the surface. And I’d wonder… ‘Could he be feeling the same thing I am?’ But I was scared. Mingi really left a big fucking wound and I just didn’t want to fall for you and somehow end up hurt again in the future.”

The tension in his shoulders finally softens, relief washing over him like a warm tide that crashes gently on the shore. He doesn’t speak yet—just watches you with eyes that shimmer in the low light as he wants to fully hear you out.

“I tried to move on. I tried to pretend it was just a phase, that it was just… comfort. But I kept missing you, Jin. Not just the apartment or the routine, you. The dumb jokes. The thoughtful silences. The way you made things feel lighter even when everything was falling apart.”

You smile a little, tears finally gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“And now that you’re here, saying all this… I don’t want to wonder late at night about the ‘maybes’ anymore.”

Jin exhales, a sound filled with emotion, and pulls you into him—his arms wrapping around your waist as you fall against his chest. You rest there for a moment, feeling his heartbeat thrum against your cheek, steady and real.

And when he pulls back, just enough to look at you again, his smile is full of something soft. Something new, but also… always there.

“I’ll never leave you hanging ever again.”

He just looks at you—really looks at you—with an expression so open, so vulnerable, you feel it in your chest.

And then he leans in.

His hand gently lifts to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone as his eyes search yours one last time, as if asking are you sure? And when you lean in too—when you don’t pull away—he closes the distance.

The kiss is slow, tender, but full of all the feelings neither of you could say until now. His lips press against yours like he’s memorizing the shape of them, like he’s been dreaming of this moment and wants to make it last. You melt into him, your fingers curling into the front of his blazer as your mouths move in sync, soft and yearning. It’s not rushed or clumsy—it’s full of quiet reverence, like the kind of kiss you only give someone when the feelings have been sitting in your heart far too long.

When he pulls back, just barely, his forehead rests against yours, his breath a soft tremble between your lips.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers.

You smile, eyes still closed, heart beating wildly. “Me too.”

And above you, the stars begin to come out one by one, while Pretty Woman flickers quietly in the distance.

But neither of you are watching.

Because for once, there’s nothing better than simply being here, in this moment—finally together.

Epilogue

You and Seokjin left the Getty hand in hand that night, hearts lighter and warmer than they’d felt in a long time. When you got back to your place, it didn’t take long for the soft kisses to grow into something deeper—needier.

But this time, it felt different. This time, you took the lead.

You guided him to your bed, eyes locked on his, and undressed him slowly, worshipping every inch of him not just with touch but with emotion. You rode him with purpose, with tenderness, with the weight of everything unsaid over the last year pouring into each movement. He let you consume him, surrender to you, just as he'd once held you through your hardest moments. It wasn’t just sex. it was a quiet promise. A healing. A homecoming.

Later, you fell asleep curled in his arms, your head resting against his chest, listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat.

The morning sunlight filtered in lazily, spilling gold across your sheets as you stirred next to him. He was still half-asleep, hair tousled, lips slightly parted.

"So," you said, voice soft, teasing, "you haven’t been doing camming content for a while."

His eyes shot open, brows rising. “H–How did you know? Have you been checking?!”

“Perhaps... out of curiosity,” you smirked. “But answer the question!”

He sighed, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Nope. I honestly didn’t feel like doing it because you weren’t around for it.”

Your breath caught. “You’re so blunt.”

He grinned, eyes sparkling. “Why are you asking? Did you want to do it again? Another 'bed scene' together?”

“Huh!? N–No...” you stammered, cheeks heating.

“That doesn’t sound too sure,” he said, flashing that familiar playful smirk. “But if you figure out a way to keep it a secret and keep our actual jobs... I might consider going back to it. With you.”

You laughed, burying your face in the pillow. “We’ll see.”

Jin slipped out of bed, walking over to the large window beside it. You watched as he blew a light breath onto the glass, fogging it up slightly. Then, with his finger, he drew something.

“A heart?” you asked.

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“I’m leaving this heart on the window so you don’t miss me too much.”

You blinked. “Miss you?”

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he said casually.

“Huh!?”

“I’m taking you to Locanda Veneta for dinner. Heard it’s got some solid Italian food. Then maybe we can discuss... moving in together.”

You sat up, stunned. “W-Wait, Jin!?”

“Don’t worry,” he waved off, pulling on his blazer. “I’m moving into a new place soon—it’s halfway between your job and mine. So it’ll work out.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “God, you’re still always plotting things ahead.” You pause and look at him, “Always unbelievable…I love you.”

He turned to look at you, eyes widening, then relaxing as the softest smile grows on his face.

“I love you too. Haha, I can’t miss any moment now that I’ve got you.”

And once again, you were happy and content with this being your life. Not just as someone tagging along, not just as a passing moment in someone else’s life, but as someone chosen, someone wanted. All the heartbreak, all the waiting, all the wondering had led to this: waking up beside someone who looked at you like you were the beginning and the end of everything. And as Seokjin smiled at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes and a future already forming in his head, you realized there was no plan better than the one you were building together—one kiss, one laugh, one fogged-up heart on a window at a time.

a/n: thats the END!! how did you like it? did you expect this ending? or did you have other theories?! any questions you're curious about ;)) please let me know! for now, all i got to say is PLEASE! give jin's new album so much love when it gets released this week! and maybe... reread this fic again as i feel the vibe of the album will definitely reflect a lot of the thoughts hotw! jin had throughout this fic. i think me and jin connected to 7G haha but for now! i must disappear. please look forward to my future works or go check out some of my other works!! also 5/17 EDIT: here is a special chapter to celebrate jin's new album and "don't say you love me" mv

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