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Knocked | ksj | (m)

☾ Pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. reader

☾ Summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You��ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

☾ Word Count: 10,673

☾ Genre: Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they’re both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!

☾ Published: January 19, 2023

☾ A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN’T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last.

Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.

The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments.

It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit.

Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest.

Your neighbors must hate you.

Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful.

Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect.

Except for the constant gaming.

“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?”

“Check the microwave, nerd.”

He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”

“I’m your only roommate.”

“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”

“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”

Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?”

“Mmmm never.”

“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”

“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”

“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game.

Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it.

He did really want to play at least once, with you though.

“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”

As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway.

“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.

Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer.

It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even.

Things are good.

Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined.

If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d-

Mark: Come by my office, please.

Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.

At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”

It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”

The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom.

Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable.

The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse.

With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”

“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”

“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.”

“Makes sense.”

“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?”

“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”

“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”

“Yes.”

And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think.

“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”

You give him one slow blink. Then another.

“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.”

“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.”

Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for.

Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud.

“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.”

Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit.

“Fucking perfect.”

Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual.

A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel.

“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”

“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”

“I live here!”

“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”

“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”

“Well, I was in the shower!”

“Obviously!”

For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”

“I will! Jeez!”

You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new.

As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute.

With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you.

It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen.

Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.

“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”

“A great voice to go with a great face right?”

“Ew, here we go.”

He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”

“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”

He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”

Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”

“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.”

“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”

“No, I get plenty of that.”

“So why do you need a roommate?”

Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.

It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”

Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”

“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”

“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.”

“Uh-huh.”

Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.

You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming.

Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe.

“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”

Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.

Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.”

“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”

Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now.

Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream.

Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.

In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat.

A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt.

Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.”

“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”

Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning.

You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face.

Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you.

With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.

The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed.

By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices.

A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around.

Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.

Because of all the fucking meetings.

The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors.

Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets.

Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes.

The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”

“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”

“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”

“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.”

He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.”

With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.

“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”

You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”

“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”

He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”

“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”

He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”

Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”

“W-what?”

“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.

“I am not.”

“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.”

“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face.

Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.

Except recently.

The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch.

And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.

You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more.

But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place.

The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner.

Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening.

When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls.

Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.

Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up.

So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout.

Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.

Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.

“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“

The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup.

“Holy shit, woman! What?”

You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline?

Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”

“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”

“Then stop screaming!”

“You’re the one screaming!”

“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”

“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”

Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”

“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.”

“I mean. Yeah, but-”

“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.”

“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?”

He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”

“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!”

“Make me!”

“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?”

This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?”

Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.”

“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”

“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.”

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”

“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.”

Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”

He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.”

Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room.

There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game.

It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement.

Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match.

Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.

“Weirdo,” you mutter.

You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”

“Really? Newbie.”

“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.”

He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”

“A bit.”

“They play Apex that much too?”

“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?”

“Loba.”

“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.”

The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?”

“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Whatever. Ready up.”

Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing.

Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.

As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.

Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily.

“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”

“Energy. Preferably the volt.”

“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.”

“You snipe with Wraith?”

“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?”

He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair.

“Two zero.”

“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.

Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player.

“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”

“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”

You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.”

He snorts. “Sure.”

For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.

“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.”

“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”

“Hey, that was my kill!”

“You only knocked him!”

“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”

“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”

“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”

“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”

“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”

“I know what you meant.”

You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear.

Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left.

I know what you meant.

The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.

And you have no inclination of what he meant.

Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate.

Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring.

“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.”

“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”

“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?”

“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.”

Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again.

“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”

You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.”

“If they see you?”

“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”

And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot.

“They’re both cracked.”

“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.”

His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”

“Fuck that I want to win!”

“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”

It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”

“Stop missing!”

“Knocked motherfucker!”

“Got it!”

Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go.

The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours.

A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.”

Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”

“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”

“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”

You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good.

But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”

“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”

“It’s okay.”

“It wasn’t.”

You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”

He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.”

Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?”

“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.”

A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.”

Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.

Crush crush crush crush.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”

Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession.

He confused. That he has a crush.

For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.

Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-

It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended.

So maybe -

You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”

“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.”

“So you like me?”

“Yes, I think I… included that?”

You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”

He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”

“Kiss me.”

“What now?”

“Kiss me!”

There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet.

Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb.

The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises.

“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.”

You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over.

The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.

When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart.

There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again.

Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.

“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.”

“Do you want some help with that?”

His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.

Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock.

“No underwear?”

“They’re - nggg - restricting.”

His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension.

“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”

“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”

It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes.

And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip swollen and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs.

Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle.

At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the dark, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs.

Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth.

Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go.

“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.”

You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently.

Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.

Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum.

Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses.

Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward.

Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it.

Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple.

“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”

He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated.

You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest.

“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.”

“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”

“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.”

“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.”

He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.”

“Because you said please.”

With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.”

Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt.

It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again.

“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”

His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach.

It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy.

And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.”

With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark.

“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once.

Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache.

Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.

“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”

“Cause your cock is fucking big!”

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but please fuck me.”

You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes.

Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open.

It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans.

You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach.

“That's it,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.” He is the vision you think. Brow furrowed, lip tucked between his teeth, all tan, flushed skin and twitching muscles. You can't remember the last time you were fucked into mindlessness, no chance of cognitive thinking at your fingertips. The filth that leaves his mouth only sends you spiraling further, admiration-laced curses punctuated with moans.

You can only moan back in response, most of the sound stuck in your throat. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.

When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard.

You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps.

“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.”

He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it.

“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”

You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”

“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”

“Did you have an emo phase?”

“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”

You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.”

“That I can agree with.”

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Oncoming Storm | KSJ

pairing: Human!Seokjin x Mermaid!reader

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff, basically porn with a dollop of plot

au: fantasy au, strangers to lovers

rating: explicit, nsfw, 18+

word count: 5.6k (WILDLY UNEDITED)

warnings: slight angst, some pining, some mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, sharks, unprotected sex, biting, breast play, fingering, oral (f. recieving), multiple orgasms, cream pie, subtle mentions of religion

a/n: so here it is! and im so mad at myself because i’m posting it so late. i accidentally took a nap that turned into actual sleep. I changed the plot to this fic so many times, i was happy when i landed on a plot that i liked. please keep in mind that this fic is currently un-beta’d and un-edited. I’m still in the process of moving homes. so once I am done, I will go back and edit this fic. I really hope you enjoy this fic!

part of The Last Splash Collab hosted by @kimtaehyunq Maggie thank you so much for letting me join and putting up my shenanigans in our DMs. I love you!

The storm is close. You can feel it in the air. Sense it in the restless calm that has overtaken the ocean water around you. You know what this means, the whispers in the sea breeze only confirming your suspicions with each passing wind as you swim up to your lover’s boat. It’s time to migrate.

You had a feeling this time was coming soon. The last time a migration happened was two years ago. You remember it quite vividly. It was the very day you met the first friendly human you’ve ever come into contact with. The very handsome Kim Seokjin.

It was at the beginning of the last migration. Your tribe of merpeople had just entered into your new territory, having followed the strong storm current until the flow started to calm. The usual indication that your tribe has reached whatever new home the God of the Sea has called you to. Everything was going fine, the heavy storms had kept the waters clear of any boats to help prevent any humans from witnessing pods of merpeople in the water. It wasn’t until your pod had reached the end of the current tunnel when trouble had struck.

A group of rogue sharks were there to greet your people. Circling and dividing your clan, trying to weed out the weak swimmers from the strong. Many of your people were able to swim away, the warriors of the group fought off the sharks with no major injuries or casualties, managing to make the attackers flee the area. All but one. In the midst of all the chaos, one of the sharks had successfully rounded up two young mermaids who had gotten separated from the pack, circling them as if playing with them. Feeding off the sense of their fear before striking to kill. It wasn’t until you noticed the dark, hungry eyes of the deadly hunter focused on you that you realized what you had done. The blood from the cut on your arm won it’s attention, allowing the two younglings to scurry away to safety.

You hadn’t even noticed you had done it. Instincts kicking in, causing you to grab one of the sharp shells on your necklace. Your body moving quickly on its own to create the mark, knowing the blood hungry beast wouldn’t be able to help itself. You turned the opposite way from where the younglings escaped and swam away as fast as you could, the shark following closely behind you. You looked around you, hoping to find a cave or possibly one of your fellow mer-warriors to help you with your escape. You don’t know how far or how long you swam, dodging each attack the shark attempted on you. You could feel your body growing tired, your tail not able to keep you at the same speed as before. You sense the shift in the water, your attacker positioning himself for another strike. You use the last of your strength to dodge once again, barely evading the shark’s bite as a few of his teeth clip your side. Traces of your blood dissipate into the water as you once again start to swim away, the pain of your new injury destroying the rest of your energy. You start to think you’re finally done for until you’re suddenly dragged up and out of the water. The sudden rush of fresh air invading your lungs as you look around you in a panic, gripping at the netted rope that you found yourself ensnared in.

With night time in its full glory in the sky, you try to use the light of the moon to check your surroundings. It’s not until you feel yourself moving around in the air that your eyes finally see the fishing boat your entrapment is attached to. Panic takes over as the predicament of your situation starts to settle in. In the midst of escaping one of your kinds’ greatest threats, you managed to get yourself caught by the next worst thing. Humans.

You reach for one of the shells on your necklace, yanking it free and trying to make quick work on the ropes holding you captive. You nearly make a hole big enough for you to slip out and back into the water when you feel the net dropping, your body slamming hard on the deck of the boat. You scramble to get yourself free of the net before your captor has a chance to make an appearance. Your tail thrashes around wildly, making you feel like the quite literal fish out of water that you are. You silently pray the thrashing and the sea breeze is enough to quickly dry your scales, allowing your lower body to take on a human form. Your wish goes unanswered, replaced by the grace of the net being freed from around you. You flip to your stomach, adrenaline coursing through you as you try to scoot yourself to the edge of the boat. Your blood pumps so loudly in your ears, deafening you to the heavy footsteps coming up from behind. You’re nearly to the back of the boat when you feel hands clasp your arm, your fight or flight reflex causing you to flip back over, slapping your newest attacker across the face with your tail. Successful knocking them away and on their ass. You go to turn back to make your escape when you hear the voice of your attacker. His choice of words halts you from jumping back into your home.

“Wait! The shark is still there!” He exclaims, pure panic and genuine concern laced in his vocals. You keep your eyes on the water, breathing heavily as you peer into the dark abyss in front of you, trying to see if the shark was still indeed awaiting for your return into it’s hunting ground. Thinking your fate is sealed either way, you consider risking it before once again being interrupted by his voice.

“Please, I’m not going to hurt you. I was trying to help-- Holy hell…” The stranger's words die out as you turn to look at him, his eyes on your body as you follow his gaze down to your dissipating tail. The usual bluish purple of your scales slowly shed from you. The now smooth appendage slowly forms into the shape of human legs, having dried enough to allow the transformation. The remaining scales of your tail cling to your flesh in patches, glinting in the moonlight as you move to curl into yourself and put distance in between you and the strange man before you.

“You’re actually real. Mermaids are actually real,” the man speaks softly, as if to himself. His eyes locked on the fallen scales scattered across the floor. You take in a few deep breaths, watching him carefully as you build up the courage to speak.

“Please…” you gasp. The man’s eyes flicking up to yours, his features softening as he notices the fear in your eyes. “Please just let me go.”

The man scans your body quickly one last time, shock taking over his gaze as he scrambles to his feet, removing the weather jacket from around his shoulders and approaches you slowly. You flinch in fear, the man halting and holding his hands up as he takes a small step back.

“No, no. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. Please, just take this. I don’t want you to get cold.” He slowly hands the jacket in your direction. You eye it carefully before looking back up at his face, trying to find any trace of deceit in his demeanor. You find nothing but softness, allowing yourself to accept his offer, taking the jacket from his hands and wrapping it around you.

“Thank you,” you mutter, clutching the jacket closer to you as you continue to watch your unexpected savior.

“Here, let me help. We should get your wounds patched up,” He says to you as he slowly approaches you again, his hand still held out towards you. This time looking to help you to your feet. You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to pull you upright. You let go of him prematurely, not anticipating how shaky your lower body would be. You try to take a step forward, following him to a nearby bench only for your newly formed legs to give way causing you to start to fall forward and straight into the man’s arms. “Woah, easy there. Hold on tight, okay?”

You nod your head meekly, blushing as you hold on to his arm as he walks you to the bench and sits you down. Your hand slides down his arm as you let him go, allowing you to feel the firmness of his muscles as he pulls away. He kneels down beside you, opening a small door under the bench and pulls out a small red case. You watch him as he moves, eyes falling on to the wide expanse of his shoulders as he opens up the case, pulling out various bandages and ointments. He looks back up at you and you quickly look away. Your blush deepening from being caught staring at him. You notice his smirk out of the corner of your eye as he holds out his hand, gesturing towards the injuries on your side. “May I?” he asks you, the gentleness in his tone chipping away at your resolve. You nod once again, moving the jacket just enough to expose your injuries to the man.

He quickly goes to work, silence falling between the two of you as he starts cleaning your wounds. You watch him as he works, admiring the determination in his eyes. You observe his face, tracing the slight dip of his nose and observing the pink plushness of his lips. Finding it cute how he has them slightly parted as he focuses on your scratches. As if he feels you watching him, his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze for only a second before looking back down at his current task and clearing his throat.

“So what's your uh… Or do you have a name? What can I call you?” He asks you, a blush creeping up on his face as he starts to feel self conscious over his question.

You giggle at the cuteness, knowing this has to be a new social experience for the two of you. This being the first time you’ve ever interacted so closely with a human and, considering his reaction earlier, this would be his first interaction with someone of your kind as well. You clear your throat as well, hoping your shyness has subsided enough for you to be able to speak clearly.

“I do. It’s Y/N. Thank you for saving me. I would have never expected this type of kindness from a human.” You smile down at him as he chuckles at your words. He places the last of the bandages on your wounds, packing up the small case and placing it back in its spot beneath the bench.

He looks up at you, blessing you with a breathtaking smile that knocks the air from your lungs. The sight of the simple gesture melting away the rest of the protective guard you held up and seeping straight into your heart, wanting nothing more than to stay this close to him. You feel the warmth radiating from his hand that’s resting on your exposed knee, finding comfort in the closeness from this complete stranger. You don’t notice how out of tune with reality you become until you see his lips start to move, the honey sweet baritone of his voice bringing you back to the moment. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Seokjin.”

He let you stay on the boat that night, allowing you to take the bed as he slept up on the couch in the cabin. Giving you somewhere safe to stay as you waited for morning, in hopes that it will allow you a safe return into the ocean to reunite with your tribe. You had thought you would never see him again, but fate had a different plan. It was only two short weeks later that you found yourself venturing upon his boat. You had stayed a safe distance away, wondering just how many boats with purple stripes down the side existed on this side of the water. It wasn’t until you saw the enscripted boat name “Epiphany” on the side shortly before the handsome, wide shouldered captain made his appearance. The moment he noticed you approach his vessel, he gave you the warmest smile, helping you onboard and offering you a blanket to cover your transforming body.

Since that day, the both of you made these little visits a weekly tradition. Spending the whole day learning about each other, swapping stories about each other's worlds. Growing closer and more intimate in your interactions the more time you spend with each other. The hellos and goodbyes were combined with hugs. Casual conversations were enhanced by subtle touches and soft grazes of each other's skin. Then one night during a full moon, the first of which you two were able to enjoy together, Seokjin found the courage to pull you close, asking you if it was okay to give you a kiss.

You remember being taken back by the softness of his plush lips, how your body melted into his from the tenderness of his touch. It wasn’t long before you began staying the night with Seokjin, sharing his bed while exploring each other’s bodies. You had never been touched by a man before. Had expressed that concern with him only to be comforted with the knowledge that he wouldn’t pressure you to do anything you didn’t want.

You smile at the memory of your shared nights together, not realizing you had made it to the Epiphany until you hear Seokjin’s voice cutting into your thoughts.

“Arms too tired to pull yourself up?” He teases you as he looks over the side of the boat, smiling as he watches you wading in the water.

You stick your tongue out, mocking his laughter as he reaches for you, helping you onto the deck. “ Ha ha. You’re quite the comedian, Jinnie,” you tease back, savoring each sound of his addictive laugh as it rings through your ears. Oh, how you’re going to miss that laugh.

The reminder of the oncoming storm brings your mood back down. The sudden shift in your demeanor doesn’t slip past Seokjin. His brows furrow in concern as he watches you, handing you the towel and one of his t-shirts he had waiting for you. You start to pat your scales dry, refusing to look at him as you’re not quite ready to break the news. Much to your dismay, Seokjin was not on the same page as you.

“What’s wrong, love?” His voice addresses you softly. His genuine concern for you wraps you in a warm embrace, causing unwanted tears to begin to pool at your waterline. You still don’t look up at him. Your gaze trained on your shedding scales as you dry off your upper body before pulling his t-shirt over you. As the fabric passes your nostrils, you breathe in deeply, taking in every note of his scent and committing it to your memory. Your heart begins to ache with every breath you take. You finally look up at him once your legs finish transitioning, standing from your spot on the deck. He reaches out to help steady you, a reaction you know he did without even thinking. The ache in your heart deepens as you grab onto his forearms to balance.

You take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for what you’re about to say. “I have to leave, Jin.”

His features contort in confusion, his hands still on your waist as he questions your words. “So soon? But you just got here,” he responds, the gravity of your statement completely lost on him.

“No,” you say as you shake your head. Tears threaten to spill over as your voice begins to shake. “I have to leave. The storm, Jin. It’s coming.”

Jin continues to look at you in confusion. It takes a full minute before he realizes what you mean, his eyes growing wide with panic indicating to you that he’s caught on.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “It could be just a terrible storm. Just like before.”

The hopefulness in his voice nearly breaks you. You wished he was right. Wished this was just a false alarm. It was almost a year ago from this day when you thought the storm for the migration was starting. There were only small indicators that the brewing weather was going to be it, but enough indicators that had you convinced it was going to happen. It was also the first night you gave yourself completely to Seokjin, wanting your last night with him to be a memorable one. When you had learned in the following days that the threatening storm had passed, you were ecstatic, wasting no time to race back to Seokjin and into your rightful place beside him. You spent every night with him in his arms ever since. But now the omens of what's to come are back again. And this time they are very much real.

You shake your head at him once again, stepping into him and leaning your head onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you. Holding you tightly as if you were going to disappear right there. “I’m sure of it, Jinnie. The tribe’s elders confirmed it this morning. The storm will be here in three days.”

Silence grows between you two as you stand there holding each other. You have no idea what to say at this moment. No idea what either of you could say, but you just want to hear his voice. Just want to hear it as much as possible before your inevitable departure. As you fail to search for something to say, you feel the vibrations in his chest from him starting to talk and you're grateful that it’s only one of you that's at a loss of words. It’s not until you hear what he asks that you wish the two of you sat in silence just a little longer.

“What if you don’t leave? You can stay with me. Live by the shore, somewhere remote where you’ll be safe.”

Your tears begin to fall freely as you pull away from him. His arms only loosen around you slightly, giving you just enough space to lean back and look up at him. “Bad things happen to mermaids who get separated from their pack. The loneliness will eat away my soul, changing me into something dangerous. I would no longer be myself.”

“Then I’ll come with you,” Jin states confidently, looking down at you with determination in his eyes. Your tears fall faster as you shake your head again.

“It’s too dangerous, Jin. The storm will kill you. The Gods created this specifically to keep us safe as we travel in masses.”

Jin closes his eyes, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he leans his forehead against yours. His breathing becomes ragged as he continues to hold you closely. “Then stay with me until you need to leave. Only if you can,” he whispers to you, the slight tremble in his tone crushing your heart.

“I can do that,” you respond, leaning up on tiptoes as you place a soft kiss on his plush lips.

The two of you spend the rest of your day talking, Jin asking every possible question he can think of, trying to find a way to decipher where this storm may take you. You answer him the best you can with the limited information that you have. Tribal Elders have tried their best to determine a pattern in the way your new homes were chosen, but never find anything concrete. It is a decision truly left up to the Gods.

As night falls upon you, you feel the exhaustion come over you. Slowly leading Seokjin to the bed, you curl up into him the moment you both settle onto the mattress, clinging on to him with all your might. Not wanting to part from him until you absolutely have to. He places soft kisses on your head as he holds you just as close, humming to you in his sweet voice as he starts to rock the two of you to sleep.

Not wanting to sleep just yet, you readjust yourself slightly, allowing yourself enough space to move closer to Jin’s lips, kissing them as soon as you reach them. He kisses you back and you waste no time to deepen the connection, licking his bottom lip with your tongue as a wordless request to enter. He reciprocates, the both of you parting your lips, your appendages dancing around each other in a fiery passion.

You run your hand down his bare body, slowly making your way to the hem of his pants. Seokjin stops you, grabbing your hand into his own.

“We don’t have to do this,” Jin whispers to you, trailing kisses along your face. “Being here with you is enough.”

“I want to, Jin. Please, make love to me.” Your voice shakes in your response, your lips trembling from the sob building in your chest. Jin stops it with his own lips, capturing yours into another deep kiss.

Releasing your hand, Jin helps you undress himself before pulling your lone shirt from over your body. He lays you back against the bed, placing more soft kisses across your face before trailing his lips down your body. He stops at your breast, taking a moment to circle your pert nipples with his tongue. He gives each a small suck, the sensation causing you to arch your back, shoving your breast further into his face. Before releasing the last bud, Jin gives it a soft nibble, chuckling at the light gasp that escapes from you before continuing to lower himself down your body.

As he makes it to your core, he places your legs on his shoulders, rubbing your thighs as he looks up at you. “I’ll take care of you, my love. I’ll make sure you never forget tonight,” he coos at you as he places two fingers on your lips, forming a V with them to spread you apart. You feel him lick a strip right up your center. A delicious shiver crawls up your spine at the satisfying feeling. He gives you another lick, making a point to flick his tongue against your clit once he reaches the top. You feel your arousal leaking from your heat as Jin repeats his movements. You let out a groan with each stroke, your legs beginning to shake on top of his shoulders from the subtle teasing.

You feel him gather your wetness on two fingers, slowly slipping both inside of you at once. You arch your back again at the pressure, trying your best not to squirm with each pump of his hands. Jin holds you down by the waist with his other hand to keep you in place as he picks up his speed, scissoring his fingers every few pumps to spread you apart. The moment you feel your walls begin to quiver, the pressure against them growing from the third finger Seokjin adds into your hole. He begins to move even faster, adding a curl to his fingers with each passing stroke. It’s not long before you feel a knot form inside of you, your toes curling at pleasure coursing through your body. You quickly feel yourself approaching the edge of your orgasm, the growing volume of your moans giving Jin a good indication of how close you really are. You think you hit a stall in your pleasure when Jin surprises you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. It’s not until he gives your swollen nub a quick flick with his tongue that the knot releases, your body shaking as you cum around his fingers.

Jin continues to finger you through your orgasm, slowing his speed as he helps ease you down. The euphoric feeling takes over your body, too busy riding the high to notice Jin removing himself from your core. You’re barely down from your high when you feel Seokjin hover above you, slowly lining himself up to your pulsing entrance. He rubs the head of his cock around your slick hole, gathering us as much of your juices as he watches you, waiting to see if you’re okay with what’s to come next.

“Do you want to keep going, my love?” he asks you so sweetly. The tenderness in his tone sings to your heart, the need for him growing with each passing moment.

“Yes, Jinnie. Please. Need you,” You whimper as you slowly push down onto him, your body begging to feel him where you want him the most.

“I’m all yours, darling,” he assures you, pushing into you at the same time.

You both groan in unison at the sensation. Jin slowly pumps in and out of you, sinking into you deeper with each motion as he patiently waits for your walls to adjust to him. As he buries himself inside of you, he watches your face for any signs of pain only to be met with your features contorting in pleasure. He pauses his movements, waiting for you to give him a sign that you're ready to continue. You try to answer him by grinding down your hips, only resorting to a verbal response once you notice he didn’t pick up on the action.

“Move, Jinnie. Please,” you whine as you wrap your hands around his shoulders, bringing him into you for a kiss. Jin starts his pace off slow, matching it with the speed of your shared kiss. Your walls continue to pulse around him with each slow drag, the tip of his length hitting that small bundle of nerves deep inside of you every time he buries himself to the hilt. You shamelessly whine for more, Jin wasting no time to answer the call. He speeds up his pace, pumping inside of you relentlessly. The familiar knot grows inside you quickly once again as each thrust pushes you closer to another release. You can sense Jin’s release coming closer as well by the way his thrusts become shorter and sloppier. He breaks your lips apart, leaning his forehead against yours as you both pant in pleasure.

“Cum with me, darling,” he groans as he moves one of his hands in between your bodies, placing his thumb on your swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. The added sensation is enough to send you back over the edge, your walls clamping down on Jin’s shaft with each pulse of your release as you call out his name. His own release overcomes him as he slams inside of you, filling you with his warm seed as he joins you, groaning out your name. He braces his arms beside your head, trying his best to keep himself from crushing you under his body weight, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss.

The next two days were spent exactly like this. The two of you never leaving the safety of the cabin, pretending like the outside world no longer existed. It was just the two of you in this bed, sharing the love you have for each other in every way possible.

By the dawn of the third day, the slight rocking of the boat from the restless waves wakes you, warning you that the migrating storm has begun. Jin stirs beside you, feeling your movements as you start to climb out of the bed. He sits up next to you, grabbing your arm before you are able to fully climb off the mattress and pulls you into him, hugging you to his body as he whispers into your ear, “Please, not yet. Just give me a few more minutes.”

You don’t argue or try to move. Knowing good and well you’d regret not taking these last few minutes when you have the chance. You hold each other in silence for just a few more minutes before Jin cups your chin gently, angling your face to kiss you deeply. You return it, the two of you pouring every once of love you have for each other into the kiss. After another moment, you force yourself to pull away, standing from the bed as you face the man before you. The boat now rocking more heavily as the winds begin to pick up.

“You have to leave now, Jin. You’re running out of time before it becomes unsafe.”

He slowly nods his head as he begins to move, quickly dressing himself as soon as he gets up from the bed. You reach out your hand, watching as he takes it willingly, interlocking your fingers together as he starts to pull you towards the stairs leading to the deck. You walk in silence to the back of the boat, not finding the courage to release his hand, silently wishing to the Gods that you didn't have to leave.

You turn to him, looking up at him as he smiles sadly down at you. “Please don’t forget me,” you whisper softly, tears once again falling down your cheeks.

Jin reaches up with his free hand, wiping away the droplets as his own tears begin to streak his face. “I’ll never forget you. We’ll see each other again. This is not how we end.”

The confidence in his tone stabs at your heart. Filling you with a hopefulness that you know will only crush you in the end. “How are you so sure?” you croak as your tears fall harder. “The world is big, and I have no idea where I’ll go and when.”

“The sea brought us together before, it will help us find each other again.” Jin leans down to kiss you one last time, as if to seal his uncertain promise. After a moment, he backs away, releasing your held hands at the same time. “Now go, before it's too late. I will find you. I promise. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Seokjin.”

You give each other one last look before you turn around. You take a deep breath before diving into the water, the scales of your tail forming quickly from the moisture. You swim yourself a ways towards the direction of your tribe, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the man you love before resurfacing. Fearing that your resolve would not be strong enough to keep you from returning back to him. Once you feel like you made it far enough, you swim towards the surface, turning around immediately as you break out of the water. Your heart rips into tiny pieces as you watch the image of the Epiphany disappearing into the distance.

It’s been five months now in your new home. The beauty of the ocean and surrounding islands are just as captivating as all your previous homes, but something is keeping you from being able to enjoy your new slice of paradise. Something that you miss dearly every single day since you migrated. You feel the need to clear your mind, no longer wanting to dwell in your own sadness. You venture out into your new territory, swimming out further than you have before. You’re not sure why you do it, wandering this far out from the safety of your tribe being a completely reckless choice to make. Your only reasoning being that you’re just allowing the sea to take you wear you need to go, trusting in the Water Gods to keep you safe as you free float along the surface of the water. You happen upon a small island cove, hiding behind the tall rocks protruding from the water to provide you shelter from the heat of the sun. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the ambience of the ocean as the subtle song of waves breaking starts to lull you into a dream.

Your mind wanders to your lost love, your heart aching for him as you imagine what he could be doing at this very moment. You picture him on his boat, leaning over the edge with a fishing pole in hand. The image in your mind being drawn from pieces of your memories. The vision feels so real, so detailed in your mind, you feel like you can practically hear the soft rumble of his boat engines.

Suddenly, you feel a displaced vibration in the water, the very rumbles you were just imagining now sounding a lot louder and much closer than your distant memory. You lean up from your free float, looking around you for whatever may be causing the disruption to your day dreaming. Peering out into the horizon, you faintly see a small vessel approach you. You quickly duck behind the nearest rock, hoping whoever is approaching hasn’t noticed you. You start to slowly sink under the surface, preparing yourself to make your escape when a sudden pull in your heart begs you to stop.

You peer out from your cover, watching the small boat carefully as it moves closer. The boat turns ever so slightly, allowing the purple stripes along the side to become visible. Your eyes grow large, a wide smile spreading across your face as you jump from around the secrecy of the rock and swim closer to the approaching vessel, the silhouette of it’s wide shouldered captain becoming more visible with each passing stroke.

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sweets&ink

part of my opposites attract! series.

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth

pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader

summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

wordcount: 5k

genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)

rated: m (?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.

Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.

He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside. With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.

"Hi. How may I help you?"

Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile.

Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly.

At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.

But Jungkook is a masochist apparently.

Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more.

So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.

They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye.

And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces.

It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him. So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest.

The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides.

You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then.

You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.

However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.

That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.

You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it.

Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.

To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging.

When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again.

"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you.

"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?"

That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot.

"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.

"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."

"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."

With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"

You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:

"I'm _____, by the way."

He pauses, clearly taken aback.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine.

He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world.

He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.

"Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you.

Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye.

You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling.

But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could.

It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life.

Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one.

So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves.

Takes him by surprised how pretty you look. maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop.

You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody.

And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.

You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all

It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long.

It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.

But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him.

A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever.

You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will.

"My ex partner was abusive."

You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.

"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.

"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand.

"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."

Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours.

"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."

You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.

"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.

"I'll still be here."

It doesn't take long for you to call it love.

Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million.

"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight.

"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-"

You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.

"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart.

Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you.

So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths.

It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to.

It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve.

It's you who begs.

It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever.

He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up.

You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip.

Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy.

You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time.

He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks.

It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.

#THE FEEELS BRUH #aaaaaa #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook fic

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sombreboy · 4 years

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sombreboy m.list⇢18+

18+ | WATTPAD | AO3 | I do not use any other platforms for my fiction.

What is the number next to every link? My xtremity scale provides the level of yandere the piece contains. 1 being very mild and 10 involving extreme themes. Please check warnings on each individual piece before reading!

All my content is explicit unless specifically stated otherwise.

Last update ⇢September 8, 2023

⇢ whine lips | vampire!pjm x reader (non gender, sfw)

⇢ viceversa | yan!jjkxfem!reader

⇢ Biorhythm m.list | jjk x pjm

⇢ Hellbound | demon!jjk x fem y/n

⇢ Yandere!Seokjin HC | Seokjin is jealous when he finds out you like someone, not knowing that this someone is him… Well, until you tell him [1]

⇢ Crazy beautiful | Seokjin gives you the attention that you truly deserve. [3]

⇢ Taste | ksj solo masturbation

Non yandere

⇢ Shared obsession | jjk x pjm x knj

⇢ uhgood | knj x male reader | You teased your boyfriend all day, and the very moment the two of you came home, he reminds you who’s in charge.

⇢ Descend | demon!knj x Y/N | Summoning the demon lord doesn’t come without a price.

Non yandere

⇢ Biorhythm m.list | jjk x pjm

⇢ Split | snake hybrid pjm x female reader

⇢ The alpha | You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their own—their plaything.

⇢ Misguidance | You arrange a meeting with a hired dom for the night, whom (mis)guides you through the pleasures of pain.

⇢ Two is better than one | pjm x myg x male reader | Collab with @chimoona

⇢ whine lips | vampire!pjm x reader (non gender, sfw)

Yandere

⇢ Expensive doll | jjk x pjm

⇢ Shared obsession | jjk x pjm x knj

⇢ Mused obsession series | yandere!jjkx pjm [10] (xtremity is based on it’s entirety.)

⇢ Treasure | The dragon hybrid lures you into his forest to claim you as his plaything. [6]

⇢ Unsullied |(E) pjm has an extreme obsession with you, and one night he was taken away from you... But he came back, always will come back to make sure you know who you belong to. [8] ⇢ Scented |Your snake hybrid smells another hybrid on you, and punishment follows. [5]

⇢ Flesh | pjm & kth x fem/y/n . [10] ⇢ Friends | pjm & kth kidnaps you to use you as their personal plaything. [7] ⇢ Locked up, chained down | pjm locks you up and does whatever he pleases with you. [5]

Non yandere

⇢ Biorhythm m.list | jjk x pjm

⇢ Please, noona | Switch!jjk x female reader

⇢ Love Maze Series Index | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Wedding night | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Sounding | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Distraction | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Tease me | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Dining out | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Quality time | Taehyung x Jungkook

Yandere

⇢ viceversa | yan!jjkxfem!reader

⇢ Expensive doll | jjk x pjm

⇢ Shared obsession | jjk x pjm x knj

⇢ Mused obsession series | yandere!jjkx pjm [10] (xtremity is based on it’s entirety.)

⇢ Clipped wings | Prince jjk x female reader [4]

⇢ Dare | jjk x fem/y/n. [1] ⇢ First love | jjk x femdom/y/n [2]

Non yandere

⇢ Love Maze Series Index | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Wedding night | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Sounding | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Distraction | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Tease me | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Dining out | Taehyung x Jungkook

⇢ Quality time | Taehyung x Jungkook

Yandere

⇢ Flesh | pjm & kth x fem/y/n . [10]

⇢ Friends | pjm & kth x fem/y/n .[7] ⇢ Bleeding love | kth x fem!y/n. [3] ⇢ Daffodil dreams |murder!suspect!yandere!taehyung x therapist!F [7]

⇢ Daffodil nightmares | murder!suspect!yandere!taehyung x therapist!F [9]

Yandere

⇢ Bad kitten |Your owner jhs finds out that you’ve been playing with the neighbor hybrid, and he decides to discipline you.[6]

⇢ Demon’s whore | demon!jhs x angel!female reader [6]

Non yandere

⇢ Who’s your king? | Your king is your lover, and he loves to see how much you worship him.

⇢ Two is better than one | pjm x myg x male reader | Collab with @chimoona

Yandere

⇢ Corrupted |Your boss craves you with every fibre of his being, so he claims you. [6] ⇢ I will wait |He confesses his feelings for you, but you don’t feel the same... Right now. [1]

⇢ 00:00 | Your vampire neighbor knocks on your door as the clock strikes zero, his desires for you too strong to ignore any longer. [6]

⇢ The heist p.1 | Seven men, one dream. To be rich, without having to work a day longer in their lives. Solution? A bank heist. They were just lucky to find a new plaything in the midst of it.

#yandere bts #bts smut #yandere seokjin #yandere namjoon #yandere jimin #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yoongi smut #ot7 smut #hoseok smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #sombreboy masterlist #bts mxm #sombreboy

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ktheist · 3 years

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the emperor.

knj / myg / jhs / ksj / pjm / kth / jjk

the first time kim seokjin met the queen of the dragons was five years after he ascended the throne and united the whole continent under his empire.

all, except the kingdom of the free.

beasts with wings and fire in their breaths hover over the kingdom’s skies day and night.

always on the look out for the smallest of threats.

the day the queen visited with her delegates, the skies turn dark. the silver wyvern - the last of its kind and the queen’s loyal friend - perched itself on the clock tower of the palace.

hair as white as the silver scales of her guardian, she stared at him with striking blue eyes.

“greetings, kim seokjin,” she didn’t lower her head like the other kings and queens who ceded to him.

if she had been one of his people, she would have been executed for contempt to the crown.

but she wasn’t his person.

she was free.

kim seokjin got used to her cystal-like eyes that seem to pierce through his heart each time they gaze at him.

“we don’t control them. we’re simply grateful for the protection they swore to give to our ancestors and our ancestors’ descendants,” she says with the softest huff when he proposed an alliance to have the dragons guard the capital where the palace is.

“i apologize... for getting ahead of myself,” he bows, smile as sweet as honey on his lips.

he doesn’t know why he even bothers with the courtesy and feigned pleasantries.

for her eyes are as clear as the sky and she sees through him like he’s made of glass.

the next time he sees her, he’s the one that rode to the free kingdom under the guise of eradicating a crime syndicate that’s been plaguing the continent.

this is no job for an emperor yet here he is, standing in the open meadow past the snow valley where he watches the silver wyvern land gracefully, talons scraping against the blades of grass.

“seokjin, i trust your stay has been well?” it’s the first time she’s smiling at him, hand on the beast’s head as if she’s petting a kitten.

“quite,” is all he says, mesmerized by the glaring contrast of her midnight skin and snowy hair.

“come,” she holds out her hand and he foolishly takes it.

if she were to feed him to her beastly pet, seokjin thought, he would willingly let himself be eaten.

but she doesn’t do that.

no, she would never do such a barbarous thing.

instead, she takes him on a ride, on its scaled back with wind brushing against his skin and his hands on her waist.

seokjin realizes why her kingdom is free.

six months later, the continent is shaken by the news of the emperor’s proposal to the dragon queen.

he struts into the white walled palace and gets on his knees as if he’s fully submitted to the realization that she has him shackled by the wrists.

and he wants nothing more than to be hers. to be treated as one of those mindless beasts that come running with a single call.

she dismisses the servants and he waves his off.

“i’ve known of your greed the moment i met you,” her voice is sharp but there’s a kind of warmth in it - seokjin likes to think it’s reserved only for him.

“but to make this... this grand proposal just to get the dra-”

he swallows her words and she freezes under his touch.

her fingers begin to tug on his shirt. she kisses him back with just as much desperation.

seokjin thinks he’s about to die from how fast his heart is beating.

“i can’t leave the kingdom,” she says, stroking his hair as they sit on the marble floor of the throne room, surrounded by the jewels and riches he brought from the spoils of war.

“you don’t have to,” he assures, “you had the emperor bowing at your feet - he’s ready to give orders to prepare to move the capital of the empire here.”

he knows he sounds half-crazy for saying this. for plainly handing over the empire to be governed under the tiniest kingdom in the continent.

yet if it means being able to feel her touch for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t mind.

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Week 46 Masterlist

This week was all about the brilliant fics that have been inspired by other brilliant works! We’ve paid homage to a little of everything! Hogwarts AUs, fairy tales, movies, tv shows, anime, and video games, we’ve got something for everyone. We’ve got a massive, diverse rec list for you this week, so check them all out!

Criteria for recommendations:

Can be any member

Must be based on movies, books, tv shows, anime and video games

Can be NSFW or SFW

Can be x reader/OC or mxm

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Fics recommended by followers:

NSFW ONE-SHOTS

Romancing the Tome by @kpopfanfictrash | myg | Indiana Jones

Neon Seoul by @readyplayerhobi | pjm | Blade Runner/Cyberpunk 2077💌

Seven Seas by readyplayerhobi | kth | Aquaman 💌

Heraklion Station by readyplayerhobi | pjm | Alien 💌

Rigor Mortis by readyplayerhobi | jjk | Resident Evil 💌

Deus Ex Machina by readyplayerhobi | jjk | Detroit: Become Human 💌

Night Stalker by readyplayerhobi | jhs | Blade 💌

Insert Quippy Title Here by readyplayerhobi | pjm | Deadpool 💌

Wraith by @gimmesumsuga | myg | The Shining

Cinnabar by @jincherie | jjk | Strawberry Shortcake

Oh, Little Red by jincherie | myg + pjm | Red Riding Hood

Perfidy by @yminie | jhs | The Babysitter

Club Zombie by @floralseokjin | ksj | iZombie

Spotless Minds by @yoonia | jhs | Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds

The Half-Lycan by yoonia | kth | Red Riding Hood

Matters of the Heart by @hobidreams | jhs | Jane Eyre 💌

The Nutcracker by @miamorjoon | kth | The Nutcracker 💌

Blood to Spare by @yoon-kooks | pjm | Fire Emblem

Gold Embers Touch the Blue Veil by @magicalsalamander | ksj | Avatar: TLA

Flowers that Speak Poetry by magicalsalamander | ksj | Mademoiselle Butterfly

Euphoria by @jeonsweetpea | jjk | Detroit: Become Human 💌

Blood Runs Pure by @opaljm | pjm | Hogwarts 💌

Oreos & Electroshock Couples Therapy by @ladyartemesia | jjk | Brooklyn 99 💌

The Swan’s Death by @jjkxla | jjk | Swan Lake

Shadows by @pasteljeon | jjk | Venom

Beauty and the Beast by @guksthighs | jjk | Beauty and the Beast

Blackthorn Creek by @randombtsprincessa | pjm | Beauty and the Beast 💌

Me, My Ghost, and I by @baepsaesbae | pjm | Jibaku Shōnen Hanako-kun

Under the Sea by @bloomsuga | pjm | The Little Mermaid

The Proposal by @hansolmates | jjk | The Proposal

Ego by @luxekook | jjk | Hogwarts 💌

Make You Scream by luxekook | ksj | Monsters, Inc 💌

Powdered Moonstone and Fairy Dust by @nahfamily | kth + jjk | Hogwarts

SFW ONE-SHOTS

White Chocolate Fudge by @gukyi | ksj | Hogwarts

Interconnection by gukyi | myg | Hogwarts

Plant Boy by gukyi | jhs | Hogwarts

Tutor by gukyi | knj | Hogwarts

Boats Against the Current by gukyi | pjm | Hogwarts

Love Guaranteed by gukyi | kth | Hogwarts

Do You Want Me (Dead?) by gukyi | jjk | Hogwarts

The Leather Loafers by @jimlingss | ksj | Cinderella

Flames and Floe by jimlingss | myg | Avatar: TLA

A Piece of Moonlight by jimlingss | jjk | Mulan

Wartime Child by @ktheist | jjk | Hogwarts

Sub Rosa by jincherie | jjk | The Thing

Copper Scales and Blue Wings by magicalsalamander | knj | Hogwarts

Not by the Moon by @rookiegukie | jhs | Twilight/Teen Wolf 💌

Push and Pull by @bangtanloverboys | pjm | Avatar: TLA

New Romantics by @cupofteaguk | jjk | Hogwarts

Adventure Time au by @joonkookiemonster | jjk | Adventure Time

So You Wanna be the Best by readyplayerhobi | jjk | Pokemon 💌

Everythinggoes by @vantaenims | knj | Before Sunrise

Magic in your Fingertips by @guksheart | jjk | Hogwarts 💌

Romance Writer Kim Namjoon by @bangtiddies | knj | Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun 💌

Tangled Webs by @hobiance | jjk | Spiderman

Athair Lusa by @wwilloww | vmin | The Fairy Dance 💌

NSFW SERIES + TWO-SHOTS

Lost and Found by @fortunexkookie | jhs | Peter Pan

Sewer Rat by fortunexkookie | ksj | Vampire: The Masquerade

A Serpent’s Flower by jimlingss and @dovechim | pjm | Hogwarts

Opposites Attract by kpopfanfictrash | pjm | Hogwarts

Hyfr by @minflix | jhs | She’s the Man

2.1 out of 5.0 by @minflix | myg | Black Mirror

Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness by readyplayerhobi | jhs | Hogwarts 💌

Sugar & Spice by @divine-bangtan | kth + jjk | Kiki’s Delivery Service

Hellblazer by @jungkookiebus | jjk | Constantine 💌

Mystery Gang Unsolved by jincherie | kth | Buzzfeed Unsolved

Drift by yminie | jjk | Tokyo Drift

Falcon by @bangtanlalaland | jjk | Mirror’s Edge 💌

A Sword of Tarnished Silver by @baepsaetan | yoonkook | The Witcher

Airplane pt 2 by @xjoonchildx | jjk | Carmen Sandiago 💌

Blood Bounty by @lemonjoonah | myg + kth | Anastasia

Acatalepsy by @1kook | jjk | Bird Box

Peach Parfait by @jamaisjoons | ksj | Food Wars 💌

Sanitarium by @lthyl | kth | Harley Quinn

Down the Rabbit Hole by lthyl | pjm + kth + jjk | Alice in Wonderland

Cool Girl by @gimmeyoon | knj | Uglies 💌

Dark Side by @luffles424 | knj + jjk | Star Wars 💌

Santa Baby by @peekaboongi | knj | Rise of the Guardians 💌

Brothers Conflict by @ditttiii | ot7 | Brothers Conflict 💌

SFW SERIES + TWO-SHOTS

The Prince with the Ugly Heart by @daydreamindollie | jjk | Beauty and the Beast 💌

Crosscurrents by @kimtaehyunq | jhs | The Little Mermaid 💌

Soleil Chaser by magicalsalamander | jhs | Game of Thrones

Opal Eyes of the White Fang by magicalsalamander | jjk | Hogwarts

Part of Your World by readyplayerhobi | pjm | The Little Mermaid 💌

A Royal Exchange by hansolmates | jjk | She’s the Man

Thank you to everyone who recommended these fics!

Join us for our next round of recommendations on Monday. Recommendations will open at 8am KST!

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vanaera · 4 years

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Defining Epilogues (ksj)

Synopsis: Seokjin thinks he could always see the end of something before it even comes. When an annoying girl starts to rent the weirdest books from his shop, all Seokjin could see is how she will be the one to end him.

Characters: Seokjin x Female Reader

Trope/Au: Book rental shop owner!ksj x animator/artist!you (onesided enemies to lovers)

Genre: Fluff, comedy that’s close to crack

Wordcount: 6.3k

Warnings: Books with weird titles and secondhand-embarrassment-inducing sfw sex jokes (PG-15 Rating)

A/N: Happy birthday to my best girl @sophrosinn!!! This is my gift for you! This fic is done with the great help of the ever wonderful @senfleurs who edited this story and stayed with me for the past 24 hours while I cry, laugh, and panic writing this fic! This fic also ended up helping me ride out a massive writer’s block.

If Seokjin ever prides himself for something, it’s on his ability to tell how things will end the moment he sees them. He can tell when someone is about to fail their exam. He can sense a fight within a crowd before it even happens. He can stand at the end of the street and know the woman with the umbrella is about to break up with her boyfriend. And it always ends with Seokjin being right.

Seokjin’s thankful for this skill because he’s been able to learn when it’s the right time to pursue something or when it’s time to give up. If it weren’t for this ability, he would have not been able to accomplish his dream of having a book rental shop that actually sells. Seokjin just didn’t expect he would have to start thinking twice about this skill soon after his shop’s opening. All because of a Y/N L/N who appears in his life like a wild Pokemon.

From the start, Seokjin was already certain of one thing: Y/N is far from his type. For one, he didn’t even like having her as a customer.

“Hey, I think that girl’s been staring at our way for three hours now. Are you sure I’m not supposed to go help her out?”

Seokjin turns around to face his assistant and he hates that he’s able to see that girl from his peripheral. Seokjin shakes his head and turns back to the new books he’s been putting on the database, “I’m sure, Jungkook. Go back to work.”

“Are you really sure? I think she’s the type who’s too shy to ask for help and instead, hopes to send a telepathic message by burning holes on our heads.”

“I’m sure, Jungkook,” Seokjin repeats with a sigh. “Now why don’t you try working on that next book instead of stalling?”

“I’m not stalling—”

“Hello. I want to borrow this book.”

Seokjin looks up from his counter. The girl stands in front of him, staring straight into his eyes as she pushes the book his way.

Natural bust enlargement with total mind power: How to use the other 90% of your mind to increase the size of your breasts by Donald Wilson.

Seokjin looks back at his work and sighs, “Jungkook, get this.”

Jungkook picks up the book. He must have been taken aback as he looks at Seokjin, confused.

Seokjin closes his eyes and waves him off. “Don’t even ask. Just do the usual.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says. “Uh, ma’am, please write your name here. Okay, so Ms. Y/N L/N, you’re gonna return this—wait, you’ve been borrowing this book for three weeks?

“Yes. Why?”

“U-um, n-nothing. Just curious. It only has 141 pages and you’re not, um, finished yet?”

“Well, I want to learn more about how to mind control my breasts to make them bigger.”

“Uhh…”

“Alright,” Seokjin stands up and nudges Jungkook away. “Ms. Y/N L/N, you’ll need to return this book five days from now, on March 23rd.” Seokjin slams his date stamp on the paper. “If you fail to return this book on time, we’ll have to charge you $1 for every day past the due date. And if the copy gets destroyed or lost, we’ll also have to charge you. Understood?”

“Yep.”

“Now, that will be $17.”

Y/N places the money on the counter and heads for the door. But she doesn’t leave without sending one last stare into Seokjin’s way.

Seokjin plops back down on his seat and clicks his tongue. “She didn’t read the book again.”

Jungkook rolls his chair next to him and asks “Aren’t you being judgmental? Maybe she’s just a slow reader.”

“No, she does not read it. The author didn’t mean literal mind control as she said. The book is about conditioning your mindset to a more positive view of your body image.”

Jungkook looks at him with his forehead scrunched, “Wait, you’ve read that book?”

Seokjin’s lips turn into a frown and he rolls his chair away from his assistant. “Don’t even ask.”

When Seokjin first met Y/N L/N, he was convinced that she’d be the type of customer he’d hate the most. The type that comes in, picks a book, stays for god knows long, and leaves without borrowing anything. She used to do this back when she first came to his shop within its first week of opening. She kept the tradition strong for a solid month, and Seokjin was convinced that some highschoolers noticed her behavior and attempted to use his shop as their new hangout spot. He’s glad his shop was getting packed as the days went on. It’s just a different story when a hoard of teens started flocking around his shop without renting anything and prevented actual renters from entering his shop. Seokjin had to put up “No loitering” and “Maximum of 3 hours stay” signs on his windows to end this money-ripping tactic once and for all.

That didn’t seem to stop Y/N, though, as she would still come to his shop to pick a book to read right in front of his face without ever renting it. This time, however, she made sure to follow the three hours maximum to avoid getting called out. This went on for another week until Seokjin decided he had to talk with her about this. That didn’t end as well as he had hoped, as Y/N just looked at him straight in the eye and left immediately after he got his last word out.

Seokjin remembers getting so embarrassed at how he unknowingly did a monologue to a single-person audience. He wasn’t left mulling over it for long as Y/N came back the next day and actually began to rent a book. She still stays the three hours max limit most of the days but she doesn’t let a week pass without renting a book. She also manages to lower her ‘miser’ type level to the ‘weird borrower’ level in Seokjin’s annoyance scale. Having a customer with a renting history surrounding the most ridiculous-sounding books is much better than having them rent none at all.

Albeit, that’s a bit of a stretch, too, as Seokjin finds out that Y/N’s not exactly the weird borrower type, but the weird borrower who comes again on time just to rent the same book for weeks. And she doesn’t even read them. Seokjin confirms it one night when Y/N came to his shop a minutes-breadth away from the closing time.

“Wait!” Y/N screams, running towards the shop.

Seokjin stops pulling down the metal gate to give her a glare, “I’m already closing, L/N. Come back tomorrow.”

“But I have to borrow something!”

“Oh no you don’t—”

It’s too late though, as Y/N slips under Seokjin's elbow and pushes the unlocked glass door open.

Hearing his bell on the counter ring for consecutive times from the incessant taps of the infamous L/N, Seokjin knows he’s already lost the fight. He sighs as he makes his way back to the counter.

“What do you want?”

“This,” Y/N smiles.

The Beginner’s Guide to Sex in the Afterlife by David Staume.

Seokjin eyes her as he picks up the book, “This again? You’re still not done reading 164 pages after, what, two months?”

Y/N gulps as she clasps her hands in front of her, “Well, um, I still don’t get how people engage in sexual intercourse in the afterlife.”

Seokjin decides not to reply and continues to do his job.

“If they believe in a god. Or gods. Wouldn’t they worry about their god seeing them do...lewd stuff?”

Seokjin feels his right eye start to twitch.

“Unless...their god is a sex god?”

Seokjin closes the book louder than necessary. He pins Y/N with a glare. “Look, Y/N. This book is about sexual energy transcending material life and even moving to the astral world. Just like how people pass away. What made you think that this book was about literally having sex in the afterlife?”

Y/N looks at him with wide eyes, “You read the book?”

Seokjin scowls. “Don’t turn this on me. We’re talking about you. Why do you keep borrowing books you don’t even read?”

Y/N looks at him then back at her clasped hands. “You don’t have to know,” she mutters under her breath, taking Seokjin by shock when she slams the payment on the counter and leans over to stamp the renting slip with the due date herself.

Seokjin tries to call after her retreating figure by the door. “Wait, I didn’t even tell you the—”

“Yeah, $1 for each day after the due date and you’re gonna charge my card if I destroy the book,” Y/N yells over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna come back on time!”

Seokjin pales in his seat. Her announcement sounded like a death sentence.

He wishes he wasn’t so easily bothered at the slightest of things Y/N said. He wishes he didn’t spend too much time deciphering a way to stop her. Most of all, he wishes he didn’t become too intrigued by her to the point he’s started to care about what she’s actually doing.

And Seokjin hates it. He hates how he stresses himself reading the books Y/N borrows. He hates how he wastes his time trying to re-arrange the books in the shelves just so Y/N would start picking books with titles that actually made sense (which he learned is futile as Y/N had a penchant for finding weird books around his shop whenever and wherever). And, Seokjin hates how he basically studied her long enough to memorize her pattern. Long enough to realize that underneath all that weird borrowing behavior, Y/N just comes to his shop to stare at him. Moreover, Seokjin hates how he confirmed it with a friend.

“Y/N must be making you quite busy, no?” Jimin asks over a mug of coffee.

“You know her?” Seokjin asks in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, “I’m friends with her. I consulted their animation company for the ad I told you I was making for Books to Tell. She was the one who assisted me and we just clicked. Especially after I learned that she’s also friends with Namjoon.”

Seokjin’s eyes go wide, “She’s also friends with Namjoon?!”

“Yeah, they kinda knew each other in college. Why are you so shocked? You were in the same major as Namjoon. You could have seen her with him around uni.”

“Uh, no, I didn’t.”

Jimin rubs his chin and shrugs, “Well, it’s a small world then. So, how is she? I actually told her to go visit your shop when you first opened.”

Seokjin chokes on his coffee and Jimin hurries to pat his back. “God, why are you like this today? Is something wrong—"

“How come you’re just telling me all of this now?!” Seokjin cuts his friend with a glare, making Jimin jolt in surprise.

“W-what? Was I supposed to tell you about this earlier?”

“Yes! Y/N’s been annoying me for four months now!”

“I…didn’t know about that,” Jimin steps back and sits in his chair. “I just told her to take a look at your shop and she said ‘okay.’ She didn’t say anything after that so I figured it left her mind. I didn’t know she was a regular in your shop. She just brought it up again yesterday when she told me how…” Jimin zips his lips and shrugs.

“How what?”

“...how she likes your face.”

Seokjin chokes again. This time on his own spit. He should have seen this coming. He was long aware that some of his renters only went into his shop to get a look at his face. Even if he had to suffer through the tedious cycle of rejecting their queries for his number and offers of coffee, some of them ended up as his regulars. Seokjin didn’t mind. Money is money after all. He just didn’t expect Y/N to be like them after all the months he spent trying to decode her actual intentions.

Seokjin tried to brush Y/N off just like he did with the previous renters. Although she hasn’t pulled off anything yet, Seokjin believes it’s better to set things straight before it happens. The sooner he ends this, the faster he’ll find his peace again.

Seokjin hired his neighbor, Jungkook, who’s been bugging him for a part-time job for so long and made him his assistant. He entrusted him with entertaining the customers so Seokjin wouldn’t have to deal with Y/N bugging him anymore. And like always, that plan goes down the drain because Y/N always, always ends up in front of Seokjin even when he’s countlessly told her to go to Jungkook.

Seokjin’s tired of stressing over her so he forces himself to ignore her and the ridiculous books she borrows. But even that proves to be hard when Y/N hasn’t even done anything untoward but to stare at him from time to time. And give him a headache with the books she borrows like The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America by Julian Montague, 50 Sad Chairs by Bill Keaggu, and Collectible Spoons of the Third Reich by James Yannes. For after all the progress he thought he’s put in, Seokjin still finds himself reading these books all because of a goddamn curiosity he couldn’t put down.

It becomes harder when Namjoon and his friends pick up Seokjin’s weird setup with Y/N. And mutual friends being the annoying mutual friends they are, Namjoon and the gang begins to invite him and Y/N to hangout.

“Why is she here?” Seokjin mutters to Namjoon the moment he sees their table.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Namjoon prolongs the syllable as if her name is the most amazing thing ever. Seokjin grimaces. “Why? You got a problem with her?”

“No,” Seokjin instantly denies. “I’m just asking why you invited her. It used to be just us for so long.”

“Yeah, it’s always been just us that’s why it became boring.”

“Boring?”

“Yeah, I’m getting tired of your face,” Namjoon chuckles, stepping ahead of Seokjin. “Besides, what’s wrong with adding a new friend? Y/N is cool.”

Oh hell yeah, Y/N is cool. She beams at Seokjin like she always does as if their legs weren’t just casually touching after their friends made it a point to choose a cramped barbecue restaurant and sit the two of them next to each other.

“So Seokjin, I heard you and Y/N are getting close,” Namjoon starts and Hoseok hoots in support.

Jimin, being as annoying as ever decides to ride in too. “Yeah, why don’t you tell us how you met.”

“I was doing my business and Y/N just rented a book. That is all,” Seokjin says dismissively as he grabs his shot glass and downs the gin in one go.

“Are you sure, that’s all, Seokjin?” Rose leans forward, grinning, “Maybe you’re hiding something from us.”

“I’m not—”

“He’s not hiding anything. That’s true.”

The table pauses as all eyes dart to Y/N. A wave of self-consciousness washes over her and she directs her focus back on her clasped hands on the table, “S-Seokjin’s right. I just rent books from him.”

Seokjin glances at Y/N then back at his drink. It’s the first time she actually addressed him that night after engaging animatedly with Namjoon, Jimin, and Rose for the past hour. The table nods slowly and Seokjin guesses they’re already about to drop the subject. Seokjin’s lips tug in a small smile. Maybe tonight’s not gonna go as bad as he initially thought.

However, Jungkook, being the ever-living oblivious fuck that he, must’ve not gotten the memo, decides to stir up the subject again.

“No, I don’t think so. Seokjin and Y/N do have something going on. I catch Y/N constantly looking his way and Seokjin for some reason, knows every single weird-ass book Y/N borrows.”

Seokjin’s lips part in shock. Jeon Jungkook did not just give him away like that. “Of course, I’ll know those books. I bought them to rent them to people. That’s my business!”

Jungkook blinks. “But you know every single detail about them.”

The table goes silent. It doesn’t last very long, though, as Rose and Jimin break into simultaneous laughter while Namjoon repeatedly slaps his thigh. Hoseok shoots, “Oh my god, you must’ve kept on buying books with weird titles just to keep Y/N borrowing!”

“What? I did not!” Seokjin yells but his voice is lost in the sea of laughter and teasing. Seeing as there’s no hope in making his friends stop anytime soon, Seokjin decides to lean on his seat and cross his arms in silence. His friends are going to jump onto another topic eventually. Looking at his empty plate, his eyes glance at the person who’s equally quiet next to him.

Y/N is busy fiddling with the seams of her jacket. She looks up from time to time to their friends to wave off their playful jibes at her with a laugh.

Seokjin feels an annoyance prick on his skin. His friends invited him over just to tease him. Seokjin is sure it’s only him because he’s the only one who’s gotten frustrated over this debacle while Y/N sits chill beside him. Y/N doesn’t even break a sweat laughing with the others as if she hasn’t been bothering him for months now. Seokjin swears he’s gonna decline the next time his friends invite him again. Or at least try to, because he’s gullible to their promises of “Hey, they’re giving out free drinks. Free is free!”

It’s the same as that one fateful night.

Seokjin stops in his tracks and grabs Hoseok by the shoulder. “Why is she here again?”

“Who?”

“Y/N.”

Hoseok raises a brow, “Why do you keep asking this question when you already know the answer?”

“I don’t,” Seokjin shakes his head. “I don’t know why you keep inviting her whenever I decide to join you guys.”

“Oh, don’t be such a grump. Y/N’s our friend, too.”

Feeling Seokjin still in his spot, Hoseok turns around and sighs, “Hey, we only see each other ‘bout twice a month, you know. Let’s have some fun, okay?”

Seokjin should have known Hoseok’s definition of ‘fun’ is far from his as he sits across Y/N in the restaurant. All their friends out of sight.

Hoseok started a game after dinner where everyone had to draw a piece of paper from the cup being passed around. The partners would then have to leave together in a form of a friendly date. It’s similar to seven minutes in heaven but messed up because instead of seven minutes together, they had to spend the rest of the night with the person they’ll end up picking.

Seokjin should have known that this was all planned when Namjoon oh so coincidentally pulled Rose, who everyone knows he’s been secretly crushing on. Meanwhile, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook obviously ended up drawing each other’s name just to purposely get Namjoon and Rose together. And well…him and Y/N together. Seokjin sighs as he stands up. He just had to get this done and over as quickly as he possibly could.

“Look, Y/N—”

“I know a good place near here.”

Seokjin halts. He looks at the girl who’s already looking up at him with wide eyes. "There's a cafe down the block and I heard it's really nice."

"Uhh, that sounds amazing. I guess. Look, Y/N-"

"They let you play with board games and borrow books, too."

Seokjin scratches his head, "Uhh, I don't know about that, Y/N. I haven't had the time to check them out yet...I mean...if those cafes are good...or bad," Seokjin internally cringes at his words. Making believable excuses was never really his forte.

"Oh, it's good!" Y/N smiles, “I’ve tried it before and I had a really good time."

"Uhh-"

"It's really good. You can trust me on this.”

“No, I can’t,” Seokjin says before he could think about it and he immediately feels the guilt pang in his heart when he sees Y/N’s eyes drop to her feet

“That’s…okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted to make up for the days, and uh, nights I probably made you uncomfortable. I thought, maybe you'd enjoy having a few drinks at the cafe since I always see you with a to-go cup on your counter."

Seokjin looks at her with surprise written on his face and Y/N flushes. "Sorry. I tend to observe... stuff. I’m sorry," she repeats again, voice dripping with remorse.

Seokjin bites his lip. He didn’t mean to make her sad. He just wants to…run away from her. The reason? Well…Seokjin doesn’t exactly know why. Maybe it had to do with the feeling that nagged at him since the night started. The feeling that something may happen tonight that he wouldn’t like. He tends to prioritize his disposition because more often than not, his gut feeling has saved him countless times from unnecessary drama and unpleasantries. But for tonight, Seokjin decides to shake them off. It wouldn’t hurt to take up Y/N’s offer, right? It’s just some coffee.

“Okay. Um, I forgive you.”

“You do?” Y/N perks up, lips curving up again.

Seokjin looks away, “Yeah. I think I’m being difficult, too. I’m sorry if I also made you uncomfortable.”

Y/N waves her hands, “Oh no, don’t apologize. You don’t make me uncomfortable. Far from it, actually.”

Seokjin doesn’t know what to say to that so he clears his throat, “Okay, so...let’s go to the cafe?”

“Sure,” Y/N grins.

It feels weird to walk side by side with Y/N when he’s gotten used to having a counter between them. It’s even weirder that he actually enjoyed their time together inside the cafe. The cakes were delicious, the coffee was amazing, and the books and board games were a wonderful addition. Seokjin didn’t know he'd actually have fun playing scrabble against Y/N.

“I can’t believe I lost again!”

Seokjin chuckles at her, “That’s because you kept using short words.”

Well, it really is fun when he’s winning.

Y/N pushes the game to the side, “I don’t want to play scrabble anymore.”

“That’s okay,” Seokjin chuckles, “I can find another game I’m sure to win again.”

The two of them fall in a comfortable silence. It’s the first time Seokjin felt this way around Y/N. For all the months she came to his shop, he did nothing but be forever on his toes around her.

“You know...I really like your face.”

Or maybe not. Seokjin tenses up in his seat.

Y/N puts her hands up, “Oh, I didn’t mean it like, in a bad way. I mean, I like your face. It’s so...expressive.”

Seokjin looks at her, confused. Expressive?

“You’ve asked me before about why I keep on borrowing books I don’t even read and I told you that you didn’t have to know. It seems right to tell you the reason behind it now..” Y/N fiddles with her hands, “Since you’re now paying attention to me.”

Seokjin knows this isn’t true but he doesn’t say anything.

“You see...I’ve been fumbling around my work for so long. Well, it’s more like a personal project for now. I’ve been meaning to pitch in the idea of a lighthearted romcom series to my department. I just wanted to have a solid draft first so I could at least let them see my vision. I’m pretty bad with words. I need things to be spelled out completely and I don’t think I can do it with this one so I will have to get the drawings complete instead,” Y/N scratches her head. “I want this pitch to have a solid chance. I’ve been working on it for almost three years now. I just can’t seem to finish it because I didn’t know what to do with my lead male. Until I heard about you from Jimin.”

“Me?” Seokjin points to himself.

“Yeah. You have this look in your face that just exudes…greatness. It’s like you’re telling me...‘I’m a star.’”

“Huh?”

“What I mean is, your expressions are perfect for a leading guy!” Y/N squeals, “Oh my god, I just found the right words.”

Seokjin laughs nervously, “Y/N, just so you know, you’re not making any sense right now.”

Y/N cautiously fixes herself again, “Uh, what I’m trying to say is, you have this aesthetic around you that’s just perfect for the male lead I am envisioning. It’s easy for you to make various expressions that stretch from annoyance to glee and beyond. I’m really surprised at how well you could do that. If you think about it, you can be an actor if you’d like. You’re even handsome.”

Seokjin flushes at the sudden compliment.

Y/N continues, “And that’s that. You became my muse and I kept visiting for inspiration because I obviously couldn’t take pictures without your permission. That’s illegal.”

Seokjin should be appalled. He’s never met a person before who said such...things aloud in the open as if they’re just talking about the weather. But here he is, looking at Y/N, and feeling at peace. Maybe it had to do with him finally getting the answers he’s been looking for for months.

“Well, you should have just told me from the start. I wouldn’t have been...too weirded out by you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. My bad,” Y/N softly laughs.

“I thought you’re purposely messing with me with the way you pick the weirdest titles from my shop.”

Y/N awkwardly shrugs, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

Seokjin chuckles but halts. Why does Y/N bother to pick the weirdest titles when she can just pick from the hundreds of normal-looking books he has? She won’t even read them anyway.

Seokjin clears his throat, “Um, Y/N, why do you always borrow the weird-looking titles?”

Y/N’s eyes grow wide. She darts her eyes at her lap, “Uhh, I just, uh, do.”

Seokjin isn’t convinced. No one spends time finding the weirdest of books in a shop ‘just because they do.’ Seokjin feels the familiar itch of his curiosity. He needs to know why. Only then will he probably stop finding a pattern in the ridiculous-titled books Y/N borrows.

“Okay, you can keep doing your...inspiration thing.”

“What?”

“I’m not angry about what you said. You don’t have to worry. Everyone has their own inspiration. You can keep coming to my shop. After all, you’re my regular renter.”

Y/N’s smile immediately grows into a grin, “Okay. Thank you, Seokjin.”

Seokjin feels his chest lighten with satisfaction. But at the same time, he can’t deny the feeling that he’s probably signed himself up to something he’s unprepared for. He presses his lips together. His gut feeling was right. He doesn’t like this night.

Seokjin confirms this when tomorrow comes as well as the following days. Y/N comes in like usual in the afternoon, maxes her three hours, and finds a book with a weird title to rent. Nothing had changed much except now, Seokjin had to see her stare at him openly and not behind a book, as she intermittently looked towards his counter then back to her sketchpad. He regrets having ever welcomed Y/N because now he thinks he’s the one who’s weird for feeling his heart pound in delight whenever Y/N looks at him.

Seokjin hates what he’s become. He hates how he simultaneously dislikes and likes Y/N’s presence in his shop. He likes how Y/N has begun using her three hours to tell him another story from work. He likes how she makes him laugh even when her jokes don’t make any sense. He likes how easy it is for him to tell her his own stories—his dreams, his fears, his past relationships. He could even say the most ridiculous musings he ever had without feeling ashamed of it because Y/N understands. But at the same time, he can’t help but dislike how he’s started to constantly wait for her return in his shop. He hates how he instantly feels so down when he realizes Y/N won’t be able to make it to his shop. He dislikes how he finds himself oversharing stuff without feeling any guilt when all his life, he made it sure not to say to let people know too much. The more they know, the easier it is for them to inflict hurt. Because they know what part is gonna hurt the most. And so, Seokjin tells Y/N everything other than the things he feels about her. The things he really wishes to say.

All his life, Seokjin has always anticipated seeing how things will end up. Because he knows he’s right. And he always almost is. He knows that this relationship he has with Y/N is purely transactional. Y/N just kept coming because she needs someone who’ll give her inspiration. Seokjin knows if he ever lets his feelings out, he’ll only end up breaking his own heart. He knows how this will end and yet he can’t but wish he isn’t always right. Now, he sits fearfully in anticipation of the day Y/N stops her visits as soon as she finishes what she started coming to his shop for.

Turns out, Seokjin didn’t have to wait very long. Because on one Thursday morning, he finds a copy of Y/N's final draft on his counter and no presence of the girl. Y/N doesn't appear during the following week. Or the week after that.

"What do I do?" Seokjin mumbles. He covers his face with his hands as he slumps on Jimin’s dining table. The rain thundering outside fits his current mood so well. Seokjin hates it.

"Well, you shouldn't have been so hostile to her from the start," Jimin says with crossed arms.

"Don't you think I already know that? I've already played through all the different things that could’ve happened if I didn't pick on her borrowing habit."

"It's not that," Namjoon says. "We meant how you usually react when we invite her over to our hangouts."

"Yeah, you always look so stiff next to Y/N even after we set you guys up on a date," Jungkook remarks. "Anyone would have looked at you and would’ve commented on how uncomfortable you looked right next to her."

It's true. He felt uncomfortable whenever he sat beside Y/N. In his defense, it no longer felt like the uncomfort he felt when they had first met. This feeling of uncomfort felt different, it’s brought by the heat that fills his body when Y/N's leg brushes against his.

And it didn't help that earlier that day, Y/N pulled quite a stunt on him.

"Hey, you have something on your hair," Y/N points at his head. But before he could pick it up on his own, Y/N had already leaned over the counter and picked it away for him. She came so close that Seokjin could clearly see how long her lashes actually were and how pink and soft her lips looked. He feels his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"There," she smiles, "All handsome again."

Seokjin feels heat rush to his ears as he looks away.

Seokjin looks at Jungkook, “Well, I can’t control how I feel. You know how bad I act when I’m not okay.”

“So you’re not okay being by her side in public but you’re okay when you guys are alone?” Jungkook eyes him, “Don’t you dare deny it because I saw you guys getting chummy across the counter.

Seokjin gulps. He knows what Jungkook is talking about. He didn’t know where and when but somewhere along the way, he and Y/N started to blur any nuance of personal space around each other. He just found it natural to tuck her hair behind her ear when it falls on her face as she draws. He found it natural to let his fingers brush on Y/N’s own as he grabs a book from the upper shelf for her.

“You must have been watching too many romantic movies.”

“Why?”

“You’re really acting like a main lead now. You’re making me feel as if I’m the female lead.”

Seokjin freezes and tears his eyes away from Y/N. He pulls the book and unceremoniously pushes it to her. “Here’s your book,” he mutters before walking back to his counter.

“Hey, don’t just leave me here!”

And Seokjin found it natural to let his actions do the talking for him instead.

“Do you trust me?” Y/N asks as she looks up at him. “I already made you look good on paper. What more if we go to this amusement park together?”

“I don’t trust you,” Seokjin says but his hand grips on hers tighter.

“Of course, I’d feel better when we’re alone,” Seokjin grunts as he grabs his coffee, “Who would want to see two people touching each other in public? Not to say people who engage in PDA too many times will eventually break up since the pressure from the public-”

“We’re not telling you to engage in PDA,” Namjoon cuts him. “What we’re trying to say is that, why do you refuse to act on your feelings?

“Yeah,” Jimin seconds, “It’s obvious that you like her. You wouldn’t keep on buying weird books and reading what Y/N borrows just to check if Y/N will indeed read it. You wouldn’t keep asking me if she’s alright at work whenever she doesn’t show up or leave you any messages under the pretense of ‘ensuring she wouldn’t come to your shop to disturb you’. You keep asking me because you’re worried about her. You keep buying her weird books because you’re happy seeing her smile happily about them. You keep welcoming Y/N into the shop even when you hate getting distracted because you like her!. It’s so obvious! Why can’t you say it?!”

“Because I know how this thing between us will end. What we have is purely temporary. Y/N came in to find a muse and that’s that. She comes to my rental shop just to finish her project. Y/N never intended to stay long, and I made sure she didn’t. I knew she was leaving the moment she finished. If I said I liked her then, it would’ve only made us awkward and I would’ve ended up absolutely miserable.”

“Well, she already did leave,” Namjoon deadpans.

“And you didn’t say anything but you’re still miserable,” Jungkook says.

Seokjin closes his eyes and nods. He’s fully aware that Y/N is gone, but it’s not like he can act like nothing happened. It was his fault, after all. “Yeah, I know now. I’m stupid. I’ll just have to deal with it on my own and move on.”

“You don’t have to deal with it on your own.”

Seokjin jolts at the familiar voice. He turns around and finds the very person he’s been missing for weeks. Y/N. With the deep bags under her eyes and her hair all mussed up, she looks far from Seokjin’s type. But she’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life.

“Okay, I guess this is our cue to go.”

Seokjin whips his head to Jimin, his eyes wide, “You planned this?”

“Obviously. It looks like you still needed a little push after the last stunt we pulled. Jungkook, stand up from your goddamn seat.”

Y/N stays in her spot until their three friends leave them alone. Seokjin looks at his feet as shame and self-consciousness mingle in an unsettling mix in his stomach. Y/N is here and he must look like the stupidest idiot in the world right now.

“Did you mean it when you said you liked me?

“Yes,” Seokjin sighs.

“Then why didn’t you say so from the start?” Y/N says in a soft voice. “You kept blocking my advances. I was trying to let you know that I liked you, too.”

“You like me, too?” Seokjin asks, shocked and confused.

“Of course! Did you really think I just picked weird books out for fun? Okay, I did have a lot of fun picking them — but the point is, I did all of them to get your attention!!! For god’s sake, did you think I sat through your lecture on divine afterlife intercourse “just because”? No!! Okay,” Y/N closes her eyes, I first went to your shop for inspiration. But that all changes when I started liking you. You’re just so hardworking and smart and even if you’re grumpy on bad days, you actually care so much. I just want to stand out at least a bit so you could see me, too. And just when I thought I had finally succeeded when you agreed to let me draw your face, you started giving me mixed signals. You’d come near me and touch my hand and would let it go right when I started to talk about it. You’d act so affectionate then say the exact opposite. Do you know how bad it hurts when I ask you if you’d trust me—even when I sound like I’m joking—and all you’d ever answer is ‘no’?”

“I thought...you already knew the answer.”

“No, I don’t, Seokjin. I told you I’m bad with words. I need things to be spelled out. I-”

“Y/N, I trust you. I thought you figured it out already when I told you everything about my life.” Seokjin looks at his hand, “But it turns out it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry we had to take the long route like this because I couldn’t say what I really wanted.

“And what is it?”

“You.”

Y/N flushes at his sudden confession. The surprise in her eyes morphs into a satisfied glint as Y/N’s lips curve into a soft smile. “It’s okay. You have me now,” She steps into his arms and Seokjin immediately engulfs her in his embrace. For the very first time in his life, he doesn’t anticipate anything. His mind doesn’t conjure any endings. All he could think of is how he wants to prolong this moment as much as he can. Seokjin smiles into her neck as he tightens her hold on her. This must be what it feels like to be finally at peace.

“So you like me now, huh?” he feels Y/N murmur at his chest.

“Yeah.”

“And you trust me now?”

“2000%” Seokjin grins.

“Good. I’ve been wanting to try out something that I read.”

“Oh, so you’ve finally read something,” Seokjin chuckles by her ear.

Y/N giggles, “Yeah. I wanted to do it right this time for this book.”

“What book?”

“Edward Jaye’s The Cookie Sutra.”

“What?”

“Cookies and Kama Sutra.”

A/N pt. 2: Hello my dear @sophrosinn. Happy birthday! First of all, I love you. I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. AND MY LOVE FOR YOU CANNOT BE CAPTURED ENOUGH BY THESE WORDS. You’ve been with me for four years of my life and I couldn’t believe it’s just four years when it feels like I’ve been living my whole life with you. Yeah, you made a super large mark in my life and I couldn’t imagine what my life would have been if I didn’t meet you. You’ve helped me out in so many difficult times of my life. Through all the shits and slumps I had in school, in my family, and in my writing journey, you’ve stayed with me throughout all of those things. Gave me the advices I needed to hear. You’re still here, helping me heal from the pain I’ve suffered and still suffering. You’ve always been a rock of support in my life, @sophrosinn, and I wouldn’t have come this far if it weren’t you. When I look at you, I still wonder how life managed to let me meet such an astoundingly wonderful person like you are. These days have been tough but I hope you know you don’t have to suffer through it alone. I and @senfleurs will always be here to hear you rant, listen to your basog moments, and help you lighten your load as much as we can. Whenever life brings you down, I hope you always remember I will be here for you to give you an ear that will listen to you, to give you a shoulder you could cry on. I want to also be your rock of support you could always go to without hesitation just like you’ve always been for me. So Happy happy birthday my dear best girl! You have gotten a year older today but don’t worry, you’re not gonna be alone. I and @senfleurs will be by your side as we grow old with you! Here’s to more amazing years! I love you!

P.S. Yes, this fic is inspired by this reddit post you sent to us.

I just changed it up a bit bc my mind went blank when I first drafted the “we’re married” concept. Hope you like it, anyway! I tried writing both your serious and quirky sides through Seokjin and the OC!

P.P.S. I’m sorry I couldn’t get this fic out much earlier. My writing slump is still as bad as it can be but oof, I managed to get it out just before August 11 ends! I hope the wordcount and the feels and laughs make up for that > u <

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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addiction, m | myg, ksj | prologue

in other words: My Roommate is a Drug Dealer

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is in luck when a super cheap room is up for rent. Or maybe not.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug abuse, depression and suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships, eventual smut

note: Main character is female. I use ‘she’ instead of ‘you’ in this case because I’m more comfortable writing the omnipresent POV. You are welcome to think of ‘she’ as yourself or an OC. Her name is never explicitly mentioned. The character’s appearance is set to fit the story and her role.

When he saw the ad online, he couldn’t believe the price. It had to be a joke. There had to be hidden fees or something wrong with the room. He was preparing himself for disappointment. It was too good to be true. As he arrived to the neat complex, he checked around for anything sketchy. It was eerily quiet as he knocked.

“Min Yoongi, right?”

The woman who greeted him at the door was calm and polite. She was wearing a large baggy gray sweatshirt and black pants with black slippers. He guessed she was around his age. Long dark hair, tied in a low ponytail. A plain, almost forgettable face. Almost, if it wasn’t for her piercing dark eyes. They were like bottomless pits, as if he was staring into a pair of black holes. He looked away quickly, somewhat perturbed.

“Uh… yeah. I’m here to look at the room.”

He needed this. After being kicked out of his last apartment, he couldn’t go home. He had to have something to show his parents that he could be successful in the music industry. But after producing a few remote albums and tracks, he barely had anything. Not to mention getting ripped off multiple times had him in this sticky financial situation. He bit his lip as he stepped into the apartment, looking around anxiously.

It was actually a very empty apartment. The center room was a living room and kitchen combination but there was no living room furniture, only a record player and boxes of records on a large bookshelf against the wall. The kitchen had two black stools at the counter. It was clean and neat, almost military. She gestured to the right, to the open door.

“This is the room,” the woman was saying quietly. “Bathroom is around the corner.”

There was no furniture in the room. Absolutely none. He tilted his head, looking around. The hardwood floors shone and despite how clean it was, he could see nick marks in the wood. He almost breathed in relief. At least there was some evidence someone lived here.

“Why hasn’t the room been rented out yet?” he asked, turning to the woman. “It looks nice.”

She was watching him carefully. It was unsettling. “Because I have rules that the tenant must agree to.”

Here we go. “What rules?”

Her eyes were fixated on him, blinking very sparingly. She held a hand up, counting with her fingers. “One: no people over. None. No friends, no family, no fuckbuddies. You want to fuck someone, do it at their place,” she stated with a completely straight face.

He was stunned at her language. He was beginning to understand why this place was still up for rent.

“Two: clean up after yourself. I will not ask twice. If you do not clean up after yourself, I will kick you out without hesitation. Three: I live in the room across from you.” She pointed with her pinky and he saw the other room opposite his. The door was closed. “If you have a problem with that, then leave. And finally, four…”

She paused. His throat felt dry.

“You break the record player or any of the records, I will break you.”

She said it so seriously that he was confused for a second. “Is... is that it?”

A small smile appeared on her lips. He blinked.

“Well, usually I just turn people away when I know they’re going to be assholes. You seem alright,” she replied, more to herself than to him. “You said you were a music producer? Is your work quiet?”

“I can work with headphones on,” he said hurriedly. “If needed, I can soundproof the room so you don’t hear much.”

“Hmm.” She was inspecting him like a hawk. He could feel her eyes on him. She took a few steps around him as she entered the room after him. “Have a lot of friends?”

His eyes shifted to the floor. “Not really.”

“Yeah, well, me neither. Rent is due on the first of each month.”

And that was that.

She was polite enough. She helped him move all of his equipment into the room and brought him some tables and a chair, saying they were from a secondhand store. He brought a mattress and set it up with a pillow and blanket. She was always dressed plainly. She had thin hands and long fingers. He noticed them when she was helping him move the tables.

He didn’t understand if she had a job or not. He would hear her leave at random times and she would reappear at equally random times. Sometimes in a black long coat, sometimes in a black bomber jacket and jeans, sometimes in a fluffy white jacket that made her look like a giant marshmallow. He noticed her makeup was always different too – sometimes very little, sometimes quite heavy, sometimes somewhere in between. If it wasn’t for his dire financial situation, he might have thought more about how he wasn’t quite sure what her face looked like.

Instead he spent most of his time in his room, working on his music.

“How’s my favorite girl?”

“I’m fine, Seokjin.”

She almost rolled her eyes at the man, who was sitting between two very attractive, very coked-out women. They threw themselves all over him, kissing his neck and chest through his dress shirt and blazer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t roll her eyes. She had to be serious.

He pouted. It was almost cute, if it wasn’t for the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Just fine? How can I make it better, my darling?”

“I’m not your darling, Seokjin,” she corrected calmly, setting the laptop bag in front of him. It was a scruffy laptop bag, similar to the type that students used.

“Yet.”

He pushed the girls aside and opened the bag, eyes lighting up at he saw the money. He zipped it back up and set his elbows on his knees, looking up curiously at her. “Wearing your gloves again, I see.”

She shrugged. “Eczema is pretty bad this year.”

The corner of his mouth curved upwards. “It’s bad every day of the year.”

She didn’t reply. He noticed she was dressed in a long black coat with a white blouse and ill-fitted black pants. Simple black shoes. Almost as if she was going to work. He frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not into this ensemble today. I much preferred the jogger aesthetic you had on last time.”

She smiled. “You just like tight pants.”

“You know me too well.”

He stood up, confusing the girls. They ended up flopping on top of each other, giggling. He walked around the marble coffee table, handing her a leather-bound folder stuffed with papers.

“I’m glad you decided to continue working for me.”

She kept the smile plastered to her face as she took the folder from him. She kept it there as she bowed politely and walked out of that room, out of that house. Out of that neighborhood, until she was on the subway. The smile faded, replaced with a blank expression. The leather folder felt heavy in her hands. It felt like a brick she was dragging all the way home. She walked into the apartment, hearing the faint bass of music leaking underneath Yoongi’s door. He was a model roommate. He would probably be good looking too if he wasn’t so obsessed with music and less with eating a normal diet. But he was clean and kept to himself, so all was well.

She slipped into her room and locked the door.

The leather-bound folder was placed on the empty table. She took off her black leather gloves and replaced them with plastic ones. A swift swipe with a disinfecting wipe to get rid of the oils and the fingerprints. She opened the folder carefully, putting the useless papers aside. She found what she was looking for.

She pulled up her chair and sat down, staring at it.

It was like this every time. She questioned it every time. Then, like clockwork, she turned and opened a drawer to find the small plastic baggies. Slowly and carefully, she began to divide the white powder into the appropriate weight using the small scale in her desk.

Careful.

So careful not to breathe it in.

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shina913 · 1 year

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Hello from dragonboat anon!! I just binge-read Scale in one sitting despite the mountain of responsibilities staring at me...but I seriously could not stop!! When I need a break from life and want to read a good fic to just relax, I find myself gravitating towards your page for something that does not disappoint!

Also when it was revealed that he was ENGAGED? FIANCEE? my jaw dropped and I actually gasped out loud. I probably should have seen it coming honestly...

Anyways, I just wanted to pop by to express my feelings for Scale...and to say hi, I hope you're having a good day!

Ahhhh hello, dragonboat anon 🐉 First of all--wow 😳 I always say this whenever I receive feedback from people who binge-read Scale because I don't think it's an easy-read 😅 Like, it just gets super dramatic and crack-y...having said that, I always appreciate when I get feedback from my more complex/dramatic fics, like Scale. I've never written a story with so many different twists and complications so I'm glad that you enjoyed it!

And thank you for coming into my little space 🥺 I'm glad that you are able to find something in here that can provide you with a momentary escape from real-life craziness. I know I do 😌

I hope the new year is treating you well ✨💜

#dragonboat anon #scale x ksj reblog #shina anon asks

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savedbybangtan · 4 years

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Masterlist

Here’s the work I’ve done on this blog! Hopefully this will help me and you keep track of what’s going on on this blog.

Right now, I’m sO busy, but hopefully in the future I will sort out the aesthetics of this blog. I write as a form of stress relief (writing helps me to sleep for some reason... I think I have anxiety?Like how the members let Joonie peel potatoes on Bon Voyage to calm him...writing and posting has the same effect for me), so I’ll be writing and posting :), but for now I am not putting very much effort in the entire reading experience - I apologise for this.

Please, look forward to me spicing up this blog when the semester is over! I have some big plans.

To me, fluff is a soft plot. There will be nothing explicit or made for mature audiences; no sex scenes, no intense language, no drama. Typically, this can be compared to PG13 movie ratings.

Smut is not written for anyone under the age of 18. If you are 17 and younger please do not read the stories that I’ve tagged as such.

Not Delulu (Kim Namjoon)

Summary: You always hated women who dated kpop idols and are so glad that your ultimate bias, Kim Namjoon, has never disappointed you by being involved in such a scandal. You swear you’re not a delusional fan who doesn’t want him to be happy. You truly just want what’s best for him.

Apparently, He just wants whats best for you, too <3.

Chapter warning tags: mild invasion of privacy?

1,498 words

Puppy Love (Jeon Jungkook)

Summary: At this point, you’re not even trying to remedy the issue.

smut, dubcon, stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), pwp, one shot, unhealthy relationship

1,498 words

Let Me Love You (Park Jimin)

Summary: She lucked out one too many times. Luckily, Jimin was there to ‘save’ her.

Warning tags: smut, dubcon, stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), slight yandere?

2,916 words

Smell the Roses (Kim Jin)

Summary: A woman living alone in the city makes a new friend, Jin.

Smut

Warnings: smut, dubcon, mild stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall)

5,503 words

Intermittent Fasting (Jung Hope)

Summary: She changes her entire being to be perfect for Hoseok. Don’t you think she has a right to him?

Smut

Warnings: fluff?, smut, drinking, drug use

2172 words

A Phantom Came at Night (Kim V)

Summary: You never thought Taehyung would take things this far.

(This is heavily based on Singularity.)

Genre: Thriller

2,200 words

Document (Min Suga)

Smut

You and your fwb, Suga, have sex.

999 words.

Miss Connection (Kim Namjoon)

Fluff

Namjoon takes a break from work and encounters a strange, shy girl.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Coming Soon!!!

I don’t want to spoil what I’m writing about so I wont include any summaries for these. Instead, I will use a “purity” scale that I think would be more useful. For this scale, a 1 would signify that it is normal and free of disturbing or deep themes while a 10 would mean its highly disturbing. The rating will be in parentheses next to the title.

*The reason why Tae and Jiminie has so little drafts is because my stanning goes in cycles, and when I had cycled through them, I was not writing fanfics yet lol. I honestly didnt think I would reach the part of stanning where I wrote fanfics tbh but here I am ahaaa.

**This list does not include ideas on stickynotes or my unholy OT7 fics. I have three separate degenerate fics that include OT7 x Reader. There are like 10 sticky notes I have for ideas for fics that I will most likely use for vmin.

JHS

Its Just a Phase/Gothic (2)

Smut, Angsty af

A Reason/Mafia AU (7)

Smut (ofc), unhealthy character, mental illness innit

Magic Shop/Magic (4)

Smut, violence, kinda depressing

Intermittent Fasting (6)

New Chapters As I wrote in the first part’s summary, its going to get darker.

Zion (1)

One shot, Pure smut, pwp, cute imo

PJM

Psychological (7.5)

Yandere, Smut, disturbing

This one is up next! Update: Posted under new title!

JJK

Gym (6)

No smut, no fluff, no angst. more thriller like

Missed You (2)

Smut, might add angst

Retrospect (5)

PTSD, domestic abuse, physical abuse, violence

Siren (10)

noncon, unhealthy relationship, mc cant get a break

Summer (9)

Smut, Angst, idk if the rating is high because a main theme is personal to me and i think its the worse thing a man can do.

Tutor (1)

fluff, <3

KNJ

Miss Connection (2)

New Chapters!!!

I really want to finish it even though its a series.

Language Barriers/”Hyung” (1)

Fluff, Smut

Most pure thing I’m writing tbh

Guinea (1)

Drabble, domestic, smut because why not

Respectful (3 for cringe themes)

Smut drabble

Not Delulu (7)

smut, unhealthy themes

This one is up next :) Posted the first chapter! Now I’m working on the second. I’m having a lot of fun writing this one rn.

KSJ

Smell the Roses (3)

New Chapters!!!

This one is up next!!!! - (2Jan2021)

Cyber Sex (2)

Smut, not illegal but weird so it has a 2 rather than a 1, unhealthy themes but not so so bad

This Is Not an Exit (5)

idek. angst for sure

Together/Regret (2)

Angst, unhealthy themes

Love Aesthetic (1)

The name is the explanation

KTH

Separate (2)

Smut, angst

MYG

Dae (4)

Little smut, scifi?

Debut (2)

Angst, Smut

Graduate (2)

Smut

#bts fic #bts fanfic #Its a boring layout but I will one day spruce it up

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Scale, Part 3 | KSJ

Scale, Part 3

Definition: A beam that is supported freely in the center and has two pans of equal weight suspended from its ends; Something graduated especially when used as a measure or rule: such as (a) an indication of the relationship between the distances on a map and the corresponding actual distances; (b) a series of marks or points at known intervals used to measure distances; A graduated series or scheme of rank; A means of ascent

✮ ✮ ✮ Scale Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; appearances by OT7

Rating: Mature content (21+)

Genre: Rich boy!AU; CEO!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut (eventual)

Count: 9.4K+ words (a monster!)

Warnings: socioeconomic imbalance; character physical disability; excessive cussing; office banter; fluff; angst; pining; arranged marriage; slow burn; alcohol consumption; a character gets injured--but it's not super serious; Jin-Namjoon-JK in tuxes (YES, that's a warning)

Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

A/N: Things are starting to pick up! I appreciate all of the feedback and comments so far because it gives me a sense as to how far I can take this story. I have LOTS planned for these two...

As always: ❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what you all think! Thank you sooo much for reading!

Jungkook walked briskly out of Jin’s office and back to his in a bit of a panic. He digs his phone out of his pocket to shoot a quick text.

Can we talk whenever you’re free? Just text or call, please.

Shortly after, he gets an affirmative response.

It was half past midnight when he finally arrived at the door much later that day.

She opens it and immediately throws her arms around him. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I thought he’d never leave!”

“That’s okay. So uhh–you didn’t…” he treaded carefully, “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?” He asked after he entered her home and shut the door.

“No, of course not. You said not to and…I listen, every now and then.” She sounded disappointed and Jungkook had to deal with that fact. But he had made a good argument and he convinced her to wait until the right opportunity presented itself, preferably when Jin was emotionally stable.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she rinsed wine glasses in the sink.

“I’m really sorry to be a spazz about this. When I heard that you invited him over for dinner, I panicked.” He gave her a gentle kiss on her neck.

She leaned into his cheek and sighed. “I really don’t think it’s going to be that bad, Jungkook.”

“Haejin–it’s a little more complex this time…”

She turned around to face him. “I told you, we lost our window when he met with her. And now he’s stuck with his own portable storm cloud following him around again.”

“I’m sorry…I know that we should have taken that chance.”

She sighed again, which caused him to distance himself away from her while she leaned against the sink. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but–I feel like a whore.”

He scoffed. “Don’t say that.”

“No, I do! Like, you’re ashamed that we’re together.” She folded her arms protectively over her chest, her eyes were downcast.

“I know that we didn’t start off in a conventional way but I think that many things have changed between us in the last year. I’d think that was enough leverage for us to just come out with it.”

She used the term ‘us.’ Now he felt absolutely guilty.

“Jagi…I’m sorry. I never anticipated that he’d feel this way again. I was honestly just making sure that the company turned a profit first. I just wanted to prove myself–prove to your family that…I deserve you and that I can take care of you.”

“Yes, you said that already,” she said mumbled.

“Okay, look…” He closed in on her again and squeezed her upper arms. “We’ll tell your family after the gala. I promise.”

She looked up to meet his gaze with a hint of skepticism.

“I swear. We’ll do it together,” he assured her.

She gave him a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said back to her right before he kissed her lips. “So…you said you were going to show me your dress for Saturday?”

“Well, it’s not quite ready yet…but I can show you what I’m wearing underneath it,” she said slyly.

************************************

“Stop, stop! My stomach…” you clutched your belly as you tried to catch your breath in between laughs.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Jin snorted then made a window-wiping squeaking sound. You realized that he was in absolute stitches, which triggered another round of laughs from you.

You sighed then wiped the tears from your eyes from all the giggling.

“Why did you watch that show,” you asked.

“I was curious! The preview made it look so interesting. And then the re-enactments started and I just couldn’t stop laughing. I thought, ‘YN enjoys watching this’?”

“Okay, to be fair, that was an old-timey true-crime series. Extremely outdated! They don’t do re-enactments anymore. Newer shows use real crime scene photos and intercut scenes of actual locations now to allude to the events that actually happened,” you tried to explain.

“Alright, alright…” he conceded.

“You just picked a bad one,” you said defensively. “Next time, text me for recommendations!”

He laughed and nodded.

It was late on a Wednesday evening and it was a slow night at the diner. You had been training a new-hire and showing her the ropes. It was great because you could properly teach her where everything was and she could get used to the menu and manners of operation without being frantic. At least she could properly pace herself.

Jin stopped by for dinner—slightly earlier than usual. He ordered some steak and eggs with a side of french fries. He seemed famished.

“I know the price doesn’t make it seem like it but we make the best steak and eggs here,” you said proudly after serving him.

Shortly after, Yoongi asked which of you and Jimin would like to volunteer to head home early but that one of you had to stay and to help the newbie. Jimin practically screamed saying that he would be happy to help train your new server.

You rolled your eyes at Jimin, who narrowed his and gave you a devilish smile while he glanced at the new girl.

“Just keep it in your pants, dude. This one’s actually good,” you whispered to him while you took your apron off.

Before retrieving your things from the back room, you sauntered over to Jin’s table to clear his very empty dishes.

“I’ve been released early,” you said as you picked up his plates.

“Oh. That’s uh—good? I mean…not good because your hours are cut but you can rest—“

“It’s alright. The last couple nights were pretty busy so I’m good to leave early. And you’re right, I could use some rest,” you said.

“I can give you a lift?”

Was it a question or a statement? He was really nice but you didn’t want to take advantage.

You hesitated. “I don’t want to impose—“

“You’re not. I’m just helping out a friend,” he says. “And think of it as a thank-you for serving me the best steak and eggs in the city.”

You acquiesced and he smiled as you walked away with his dishes. While you retrieve your things from the back, Jimin helps him settle his check.

By the time you step out, Jimin lets you know that Jin was waiting for you by the parking lot.

“I warmed it up for you,” he said jokingly as you entered the car.

You chuckled at his poor attempt at a come-on. Was it a come-on? Was it a poor attempt?

“So–home?” He asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Hmm…I dunno yet. I’m usually out ‘til the wee hours,” you say noncommittally.

“Do you feel like dessert?”

His question took you by surprise so you turned to look at him, brows furrowed. Was this another come-on?

“...Because I know a place,” he winked.

And that’s how you ended up parked next to this bungeoppang cart, currently.

Just then, your phone alerts you to a text message.

[Taehyungie] 1:10AM: Just checked in with uncle and grabbed Tannie 🐶 He almost bit me because I had to wake him up and he didn’t want to leave because he was cozy 🤣

You chuckled after reading his message.

“Who’s that,” Jin asked casually. He didn’t mean to read over your shoulder.

“Oh, it’s Taehyung. He said that he just checked on my dad.”

“Is Taehyung your boyfriend?” He asked with his brows knitted.

You laughed out loud which he mistook as a defensive mechanism.

When you calmed down, you saw that his expression remained unchanged.

“Oh…no! Taehyung-ah? No, no. He’s my neighbor and practically my little brother. He works late, too but usually gets in before me. He looks in on my dad when he can or whenever he has to drop Tannie off…”

“And Tannie is?”

“His dog.”

“Ah…” Jin nodded after getting some clarity, his face visibly relaxing.

“Yeah…he works a lot of odd jobs and he’s a night owl like I am. He’s trying his best to break into the art world,” you said.

“Art, huh,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

“What form?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I mean, what kind of art does he do? Sculpting? Painting? Performance?”

“Oh, uhm–He does a bit of everything.” You’ve seen some of Taehyung’s work strewn about his apartment.

“But he mostly paints and does some sculpting. He’s focused on modern art but also influenced by the classics.”

He hummed. “My friend is an enthusiast and might have some connections,” he says casually.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Does he have a portfolio? I can introduce them–if you want?”

“Oh man–I’m sure he’d love that…And you don’t mind? I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you—“

“You’re not, YN. Sometimes if you know people, it doesn’t hurt to ask. The worst thing they’ll say is ‘no’.”

You smiled. “I’ll let him know about it tomorrow. I think he’s really good. He just hasn’t met the right people.”

“Well…today’s his lucky day because I happen to know a lot of people.”

“Really now? I didn’t know that number crunchers were so social?” You were teasing.

“Our species have other interests other than being broody at diners late at night,” he chuckles.

“Touché,” you uttered.

“Listen…uhm–I’ve got a few things going on in the next couple days. I might not be able to stop by the diner for the rest of the week,” he says.

“Okay…” You were suddenly surprised at why he sounds apologetic and compelled to excuse himself from seeing you for the rest of the week.

“Jin–you…don’t need my permission or anything. I’m sure you have a life to get to,” you said.

“No, no, I’m–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound–” he stammered. “Sorry, I just...thought I’d let you know that I’m not ghosting you or anything.”

“Uhm–alright. That’s…considerate of you.”

“It’s just that, my mom wants me to stop by to make sure things are ready for the event and…”

“Woah–is this family gathering like a big deal?”

He tries to make light of it and brush it off. “It’s a big deal to my father. And truthfully, my mom doesn’t make requests often so when she does, I do my best to accommodate her.”

“You’re being a good son.”

He chuckles. “I try to be. Sometimes my dad doesn’t think so.”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s not true. It’s our parents’ job to push us to do our best. In the end, they all just want us to be happy.” You gave him a warm smile

He nods lightly. “I know this is a bit weird to say out loud and we haven’t been friends a long time but–I really appreciate our talks. It feels refreshing to just share a few laughs and have a sincere, straightforward conversation without any false pretenses...I can just be myself and not have to worry about putting on a whole charade.”

His earnest confession takes you by surprise. You fought every instinct to read too much into it to figure out what he meant.

“I feel honored that you feel comfortable enough around me to be yourself. I get that it’s your first instinct to put up walls as a means of self-preservation–Trust me, I’ve done that a lot in my life but I realize that opening yourself up to vulnerability can help you heal in certain ways–”

“Yeah…I…fully agree with that. I’m sorry to cut you off,” he smiles.

You smile back at him. “It’s fine. I was getting too deep anyway,” you chuckled. “No, but–seriously. I’m glad that you feel that way. It’s cheaper than therapy, at least,” you joked.

He chuckled. “It is,” he nods. “And therapy doesn’t come with good snacks,” he says as he takes a bite of his bungeoppang.

Less than half an hour later, you call it a night and he drops you off in front of your building. After a quick shower and checking on your dad, you bury yourself under your covers.

Right before you doze off, your phone vibrates on your nightstand and you find a text from Jin.

[Jin] 2:20AM: Thanks again for tonight, YN. Samgyeopsal on Sunday?

You smile and text him back.

[YN] 2:21AM: Only if you let me pay this time!

[Jin] 2:22AM: Sure–if you can beat me with a better credit card toss 😅

You chuckled at his response and shook your head before nodding off.

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On Friday afternoon, your head spun while you tried to keep track of all of the browser tabs that you had organized. It would have been funny if you were plotting some tech-takeover, but you weren’t. You were trying to keep track of all transactions and cross-checking them against the online application–which insisted on opening all new links in a new tab.

Just then, a call comes through your cellphone indicating an unknown number. You quickly save your progress before answering it.

“Hello?”

An unfamiliar voice greets you on the other line. “Hi, is this YLN, YN?”

“S-speaking. What is this about?” You mentally run through all of the bills due this month. Had you overlooked one? Get your head out of your ass, YN!

“I’m a nurse from City General Hospital.”

Shit! Your anxiety hits the roof.

“We are calling because our patient says that you are their emergency contact. Can you please confirm that you know a ‘Kim Taehyung’?”

Temporary relief, but it’s not for long. “Yes I do! What happened? Is–Is he alright?”

“A little banged up but he’ll be fine,” she says calmly.

“B-banged up?”

“He was involved in a cycling accident earlier today. Got a bit of an ulnar fracture.”

A fracture? You’re shocked as to how blasé this nurse makes it all sound. “Oh my god! Is he going to be okay? Will he need surgery?”

“Yes, he will be just fine and no, he doesn’t need surgery. We put a cast on him right now and we also gave him some pain medicine. He just can’t be discharged alone. Are you able to come and get him?”

“Uh, sure. I just have to leave work try to rush out there.”

“Great. Just check in at the nurse’s station when you arrive and we’ll bring you to him, alright?”

“Thank you! I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hang up just as Hoseok walks by your desk.

“YN, are you alright?”

“Hoseok, I’m so sorry but I have an emergency at home–”

He starts to look more concerned. “Oh no, is your dad alright?”

Hoseok knew the deal. A few years ago, when your dad had his last health scare, he gave you the time off even though you were bordering on negative hours. He spoke to human resources and pooled a few vacation hour donations from your coworkers–even allotting three days of his own vacation time to you.

You worked off every hour to repay them. You didn’t want to be labeled as the office charity case. Although you were extremely grateful, you still had pride and you didn’t want to slack off.

“Um, no, actually. My dad’s fine but it’s my friend, Taehyung. He got into an accident and I’m his emergency contact. I was wondering if I could take the rest of the day to pick him up from the hospital? I just need to get him settled–”

“YN, say no more. Go on ahead.”

“I uh–finished copying and sorting the reports. I can come on Saturday or Sunday morning to finish up–”

“YN–it’s fine, really. You’ve already given us a great head start. The team can finish up the rest. Go take care of your family, hm?”

“Thank you, Hoseok. I owe you.” You were filled with so much gratitude. You would have been completely lost if it weren’t for people like him who cared about more important things other than just turning a profit.

He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. Go on. I’ll see you on Monday,” he smiled brightly.

******

You didn’t want to double-back to grab Taehyung’s car so you just decided to pay for a rideshare. Luckily, the driver was not a jerk and agreed to wait while you rushed in to pick up your friend from the emergency room.

Thankfully, all papers were ready to be signed since Taehyung apparently assigned you as his healthcare proxy—in the event that something more serious happened, you had the power to decide on the next medically-related course of action should he be too impaired to do it himself.

You made a mental note to discuss it with Taehyung whenever he was lucid enough for life-or-death conversations.

An orderly helped wheel him out to your rideshare, whose driver waited patiently as Taehyung gingerly got into the front seat.

You gave your dad a call on the way back to give him a heads up that you were going to be home a bit earlier than usual and that Taehyung was injured.

As soon as you arrive at your building, he motions to one of the pockets in his backpack, which you held, to retrieve his keys.

Shortly after you make your way in, your dad opens the door across the hall and Tannie runs out to greet Taehyung.

“Thank you, YN,” Taehyung slurred after you helped him settle on his couch.

Tannie immediately jumps up to him to lick his cheek. You immediately take him to avoid him jumping onto Tae’s injured arm.

“Sorry, he kept whining–I could have sworn that he could smell you getting out of the elevator,” your dad says.

“It’s okay, uncle. I might have to just keep him in his little carrier tonight,” he says.

“I can take his carrier and keep him for the night,” your dad suggests.

“That might not be a bad idea.” You turned to your friend. “You’re going to be out of it for a few hours. You don’t want to trip over Tannie in the middle of the night.”

He hums vaguely aware of what’s going on. You made a silent decision to take Tannie’s portable carrier back to your apartment after you got Tae settled further.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he says.

“Well, apparently, you’re making me decide as to whether you live or die.”

He chuckled lazily. “Oh…that…yeah, sorry. I was in a rush filling out the work forms and since you were the first person that I thought of, I just wrote your name down.”

You sighed. “Okay, well–we can talk about that when you’re a bit more alert. Do you need help getting changed?”

He slowly looked at his injured right arm–there was a gash on his knuckles that ran up the back of his hand and underneath the cast. He vaguely remembers trying to avoid a car that tried to cut him off at a turn lane but his bike had already been too close to the curb so he went up and over the concrete and tried to break his fall with his hand–resulting in the fracture.

“You just want to see me naked,” he said slowly.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, Tae. That’s what it is.” You shook your head as he was clearly out of it.

“Guess this means you won’t be partying for a while,” you teased.

“No partying,” he repeats. Suddenly, his eyes bulged. “Oh shit! The party!”

“What party? I just said that you are in no condition to par—“

“No! The…uh…bartender,” he blurts out.

That sounded random. “Okay, now you’re talking nonsense. I think you need to sleep this off.”

“YN, no. The job! The rich-people party for Saturday,” he exclaims.

“Saturday–as in tomorrow,” you clarified.

“Yes!”

“Oh no…I can give them a call for you to say that you can’t make it?”

He shook his head. “It’s too late. They can’t find anybody else on short notice. But…”

You furrowed your brows. “But what?”

“But the catering manager knows you…from our last job!”

“W-wait…”

“You can take my spot,” he insists.

“Tae, you know I have no bartending experience,” you remind him.

“It’s easy! I know the other bartender. He’s cool—he can show you basic stuff for cocktails, how to pour, how to measure. The great thing is that they’re only doing wine and only certain liquors–no cocktails so you don’t have to mix stuff. But he can show you some quick stuff like a gin and tonic or something.”

You paused to consider this. Since you skipped out on a couple of hours of work at the office, the extra money wouldn’t hurt. You’ve called in a few favors from Taehyung and this was a good way to repay him.

You’d also have to talk to Yoongi and find someone to cover your Saturday shift.

“Please, YN? You can keep the tips,” he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Tae, I’m not taking money meant for you…”

“YN, I don’t mind. You’re my best friend…the only real friend that I can trust. I’d rather you take it than leave it on the table.”

You sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Yes! Thank you, YN. I’ll give the manager a call—“

“Oh no. You’re not making calls in this state. How bout just give me the number and I’ll call them,” you proposed.

“Okay, here.” He hands you his phone and you keyed in and saved the contact information. “Okay, got it. I’ll call in a bit. What about uniforms? Do I need a jacket or—“

“Just bring a white button-down and black pants and they’ll provide the vests and bowties,” he winces as he tries to adjust himself to a more comfortable position on the couch.

You grabbed some cushions and propped his arm on them.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I can stay until you fall asleep or get you some food?”

“I’ll be okay,” he says as he starts to nod off.

You walk over to his room and grab a clean shirt and bottoms and put them on the coffee table next to the couch. You also grabbed a couple of packs of ramyeon from one of his cupboards and a saucepan and set them on the kitchen counter next to the stove so he wouldn’t have to reach or bend over in case he got hungry.

You weren’t sure what time he would wake up so you wanted to make sure that some of his basic needs would be relatively accessible to him. You took Tannie’s carrier when you left his apartment and knocked two doors down over to Mrs. Choudhry’s apartment.

She was a sweet woman who watched her grandchildren during the day. When Taehyung was at a job and couldn’t look in on your dad, she was your next point of contact. You asked her to check in on Tae since she had a spare key to yours and his apartment.

When you arrived for your shift at the diner that evening, you asked Jimin if he could cover for you while you took the night off tomorrow before you asked Yoongi.

Yoongi then agreed and said that he could call one of the other day shift servers to come in since they’ve been asking about picking up a few more hours. It was a relief to know that things worked out perfectly.

This evening was busy once more as a tech conference was in town and the convention space was a block away from the diner. Fortunately, a few yuppies didn’t seem to feel like dropping hundreds of dollars at the fancy restaurants around the area.

You were just fine with that and it was good for business as it made up for the slow nights earlier this week.

For the rest of the night, you, Jimin, and the new girl served countless customers in business suits.

It was a good distraction from missing the other suit that you had grown used to coming through those doors.

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Since the venue was on the other side of the city, Taehyung offered up his car so that you could get to and from there easily without having to brave public transportation. It was a welcome relief because it would take a long time and careful planning due to the distance and frequency of metro lines traveling to that location.

Taking a rideshare would have drained the base pay that you stood to make since it was a Saturday night and the location was in a touristy area…add a price surge to that? It was definitely out of the question.

You arrived an hour early before call-time for a quick briefing with the service team. Although Taehyung did his best to fill you in on the details this morning, you still wanted to show up early to check in with the catering manager to reintroduce yourself and go over your station and familiarize yourself with the space.

After getting a crash course on mixing and pouring drinks with the other bartender, you felt ready. And Tae was right—no specialty cocktails so you didn’t need to bust out the shaker.

The event was held at a fine arts museum whose structure was originally modeled after a French-style pavilion. It was located on a hill with sweeping views of the Pacific ocean.

The venue had a large atrium in which guests would be drinking and dining. It was also surrounded by large, concrete columns that covered the whole perimeter and at the center of it all was an illuminated glass pyramid—which was where a small stage was set up.

Since the museum housed many classic, invaluable collections, museum staff imposed a hard line against guests milling around with beverages or appetizers next to the art.

You finish setting up your station for the cocktail hour, just as guests start to trickle in. A handful of people start flocking over to your set-up–women in their evening dresses and men looking like stuffy penguins.

After a couple years of working the catering circuit with Taehyung, you both agreed that no matter how little or how much money someone had, folks will never say ‘no’ to an open bar.

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Jin exited his front door and into a waiting town car.

He was dressed in a bespoke Valentino tuxedo and wore a black bowtie. His hair was brushed back but he let a few strands fall loosely over his left eyebrow.

The next stop was at Haejin’s before heading to the venue.

Since he lived half an hour’s drive from the city, he quietly checked emails throughout most of his ride.

As the car exits the highway, he is interrupted by a call from his father. It started off casual and mostly congratulatory about his company’s stock prices until it abruptly veered into a topic that Jin had hoped to skirt.

“Dad, I don’t understand why I need to arrive with her. We’re both going to end up at the same place anyway,” he sighed in exasperation.

He reasoned further, “Besides, we’ll be short on time if we make an extra stop, we’re already close to Haejin’s street.”

“Seokjin-ah, you need to get with the program. You have to get used to being seen out together in public,” his father warned.

“You and mom don’t even go out in public that often,” he contended.

“Seokjin–”

“I didn’t sign anything, dad!” He spat out in a louder tone than he had originally intended.

He then paused to exhale to keep his voice even, keeping in mind that he was speaking to his father.

“I asked for some leeway and you agreed. Now, if I can’t meet that deadline, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want and you won’t hear any more protests from me. But for now, I am respectfully declining your request and I will see her there just as I had originally planned. End of.” He hangs up in a huff.

Jin didn’t understand why Miya and her family were invited to this event. This was his family’s foundation. The Hwangs didn’t even make a donation–they were just invited because they were now affiliated with the Kims.

He was in a sour mood when the driver finally pulled up to Haejin’s building.

He barely acknowledges her when she gets into the car–only responding with a grunt when she greets him, all while he kept his head turned the opposite way.

She figured that there could only be two things that drove him up the wall like this…work or dad. Sometimes, when he was lucky, it was both at the same time.

As soon as she settles in her seat and the car drives to the venue, she tries to break the ice. “So I’ve decided to go commando today,” she casually announced.

He howled and turned his head towards her in horror. “Aaaaahh! Why did you feel the need to disclose that to me?”

She was in absolute stitches. Seconds later, he joins her in laughter–her giggle was like a spring melody to him.

“Sorry, oppa. I just thought that you needed a laugh.”

“Ever heard of a knock-knock joke?”

She chuckled lightly then turned serious. “Dad?”

He groaned and mouth slowly fell into a frown again. “He wanted me to pick up Miya from her place so we could arrive and walk in together.”

She rolled her eyes. “Nothing’s set in stone yet. Why is he being so pushy all of a sudden?”

“Hell if I know. I’m only doing this because mom asked but now he wants to pile on to it.”

She hummed. “The Hwangs are…" she inhaled sharply, "Trying really hard to ingratiate themselves into this family.”

“Not for long. Not if I can help it.” He turned to face his sister.

She raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I’ve got something up my sleeve. I just need–” he turns to look out the window again. “Time.”

******

Jin and Haejin pull up to the event right behind their parents’ limousine. Soon after, the door opens from the car that was in front of them and their father steps out and reaches out to help their mother out. That was the Kim siblings’ cue to step out of their car as well for a quick family photo in front of the building.

The mayor arrives shortly after and gets out of her car and onto the red carpet.

There was a small press corps there to cover the event since the mayor and two members of congress were present.

The Kims’ foundation not only made generous nonprofit donations but they supported political figures as well.

After posing for a few photos, Haejin spots the Hwang family arriving.

“Incoming,” she mouthed to her brother.

“Fuck. Cover for me, will you?”

“I’ll try,” she says through clenched teeth while she follows her mother’s lead, greeting Miya and her family.

“Seokjin-ah, where are you going,” his father says, looking puzzled.

“I just spotted a couple of my board members. I can’t just ignore them,” he calls over his shoulder while he briskly walks up the ramp to run for cover indoors.

The patriarch shakes his head then turns to his daughter. “Are you going to be this difficult when it’s your turn?”

“Oh daddy…” she sighed. “I’ll be much, much worse,” she finished with a grin before picking up the train on her dress and turning around to head inside.

******

Jin walks in and immediately is in search of a bar. He spots one closest to the entrance but it is inundated with customers so he looks around and finds the other across the room, closest to the museum entrance and heads there.

He orders a whiskey neat and downs it in one gulp.

He grimaces as the alcohol burns its way down his throat. “Can I get one more, please?”

Just then, Haejin walks towards him with Jungkook not too far behind.

“Jin, take it easy. At least eat something first,” she says as she flags down a server and presents him with a stuffed mushroom.

He stuffs his mouth with it and stops mid-chew, looking at Jungkook. “When did you get here?”

“Uh–I arrived an hour ago. I met with the event staff and said hi to a couple of board members.”

“Huh. Nice work. You didn’t have to get here early but thank you,” Jin says as a server offers him a fried mac-n-cheese ball, which he takes.

“No problem, Jin-hyung,” Jungkook says with a half-smile.

Jungkook and Haejin stand side-by-side awkwardly in front of Jin.

“Why are you guys being weird? Is it the whiskey? I’m stress-drinking,” he explains.

They chuckled nervously while Jin took a bite of the appetizer.

“Oh shit, this is hella good,” he remarked with his mouth full.

“Anyway–Jungkook! Have–uh…you said hi to my parents?” Haejin interjects.

“Uhm, not yet, noona,” he gives her a strange look.

“C’mon, I can take you to them.” She motions him to follow her. “See you later, oppa,” she says while she drags Jungkook away.

Jin shakes his head and flags down another server holding a tray of similarly round, panko-breaded appetizers. “Is that the mac-n-cheese ball?”

“No, sir. It’s fried salmon with a crispy onion crust. Would you like one?”

He considers it for a bit–fish and onions–sitting next to Miya?

“I’ll take two of those, please,” he says.

******

Your section is buzzing with clients but to your surprise, you’re able to hang with the pace. You have worked the diner after a concert and a sporting event at the city on a Saturday night so this is essentially a walk in the park for you.

“Hi, can I get a glass of red wine and a vodka tonic, please.”

You turned your attention to a tall, baritone-voiced man in a smart suit who leaned against the bar.

“Sure, coming right up!”

You grabbed the red and pour it into a goblet and while you did that, you were already taking a tumbler for the vodka tonic.

“You’re really good at that,” he remarked.

“Oh, god. I’m glad you think that. This is my first time bartending, ever,” you admitted after reaching for a lime wedge to put on the rim of the glass.

“Wow! Well–I couldn’t even tell the difference,” he says with a smile that flashed a dimple on his left cheek.

“Thank you,” he says while dropping a $20 bill into the tip jar, after you slid his drink orders his way.

“Have a good night and thank you,” you said with a smile, acknowledging the tip.

He turns around slowly then almost runs into a woman who yelps as she catches one of the drinks before it spills all over her dress.

“Oh my god, Joonie! You have to be careful,” she says softly.

“Sorry, love. I tried slowly backing away. I didn’t see you there,” he said apologetically.

“That’s okay. That’s why I wore black,” she giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips while she took her wine from him.

You chuckled as you briefly watched the couple walk away to mingle with the rest of the crowd until your next customer comes up to you with their order.

******

“I’m so glad you guys are here. I need help,” Jin says as he greets Namjoon and Ji-yun.

“Help how?” Ji-yun asks curiously.

“I need a human shield,” he begged.

Namjoon laughs. “Is it uhm–a certain perfumed woman?”

“My dad keeps asking me to take her with me while I talk to people. I can’t do that. It just ruins the flow. She doesn’t know anything about business!”

“What if you just led her towards the answers or maybe–just tell her to…nod and smile,” Ji-yun suggests.

“I just need somebody to distract her so that I don’t have to entertain her. I’m already sitting next to her at dinner. I just want to–delay my death a little bit.”

“Geez, Jin–might as well switch her over to another table,” Namjoon says sarcastically.

“Can I?” he asked seriously.

A moment later, the emcee gets on the microphone to ask all of the guests to promptly take their seats as dinner service is about to begin.

“Okay well–unfortunately for you, we have to take our seats now,” Namjoon says.

“At least you don’t have to parade her around,” Ji-yun adds.

The emcee then proceeds to say that the foundation’s founders will be taking the stage to present a donation to the city’s department of social services.

You serve your last few customers their drinks and tidy up a little. It was quite a busy cocktail hour. You glanced over across the room and saw your partner give you a nod, silently checking on you. You held a thumbs up to him, letting him know that you survived.

Jin moves through the crowd and finds his family’s table, right in front of the stage.

“Hi, Seokjin,” Miya says, as she brushes past him.

“Hi, Miya. After you,” he gives her a tight smile as he pulls her chair out before she settles on it.

He takes the seat next to hers and turns his attention to the podium.

She leans in closer to his ear. “Would you like to share a limo back to my place later?”

He sighs in exasperation. “I was kind of looking forward to a quiet night in,” he says.

“We don’t have to make a lot of noise,” she says in a low, devilish tone.

It made him turn to look at her briefly and grimaced, then turned to his sister, who was sitting next to him, and widened his eyes–a silent cry for help. She just sat there trying to stifle a giggle.

In the back of the room, you continued to watch the emcee deliver their opening remarks, thanking all of the sponsors, benefactors, and acknowledging the political figures who were present.

He then yields the floor to the mayor, who proceeds with her own remarks and prepared speech.

You learned that the Moonstone Foundation benefits many public programs but it mostly helps women and children in vulnerable situations. You were vaguely familiar with the foundation. When you were a freshman in college, they offered several scholarships to low-income students. You were one of the lucky ones to be awarded one for the duration of your degree, until you had to drop out many years ago.

“And now, it is my great honor to give our deepest gratitude to one of our city’s stalwart families who is also one of our biggest supporters of working families here. Without further ado, we would like to present the Key to the City to Kim Daesung and his family.”

A round of applause erupts along with a standing ovation from the room as the family make their way to the stage.

Jin stands to take Haejin’s hand to help her up while his father walks up with his mother.

You clap along from where you stood watching the family make their way, silently thanking them for granting you some financial aid during your days at university.

The mayor presents the symbolic key to the older gentleman who stands proudly next to her as the cameras flashed. He then beckons his family to stand closer for additional photos.

While everyone had their attention at the stage, you dug your phone out of your pocket to check for any messages. You open a text message from Taehyung and smile to find out that it’s a photo of himself hanging out with Tannie and your dad. You responded with a ‘stay out of trouble’ message and finished with a heart emoji.

Jin rushes off-stage for a moment as an assistant hands him a giant check to be presented to the city as another Kim family donation.

By the time you pocketed your phone, you looked up to see that everyone had taken their seats. While the Kim family remained onstage, its patriarch delivered a brief speech and introduced his wife and his daughter in the process.

“And finally, as a symbol of our continued support for the city and its efforts to help working families and women and children, our family is donating $1.5 million dollars to the city’s department of social services. Here to present the check is my son, Kim Seokjin.”

Your jaw drops and your mouth goes dry in an instant at the sight of the person who comes onstage, holding one of those blown-up printed, cardboard checks.

“What the–” Before you finish that thought, the catering manager calls your attention and says that they’re short one server and since they remember you from their last event, thought to ask you to help out.

“Uh–s-sure,” you said, still trying to get a hold of your bearings after seeing Jin up on that stage.

So this was the boring family gathering that he was talking about?

******

After the presentation, Jin and his family return to their seats as dinner service is about to begin.

He quickly excuses himself to head to the men’s room. As he passes the columns to head to the bathrooms inside, he does a double-take and thinks that he sees you at the far corner of the venue walking towards the service entrance.

However, he only sees a profile so he shakes it off and thinks that there was no way you would be at this event or else you would have mentioned it.

Then again–why would you mention it to him? He didn’t give you any specific details about tonight’s gala.

When he returns from the men’s room to take his seat, salads are about to be served table-side.

You see him take his seat, his back facing you. You approach the table slowly, hoping to serve the sister first then work your way around the table counterclockwise so that you can avoid him but your partner gets to her first so you have no choice but to serve him first.

The table is making some animated conversation. Somehow, Jin forgets that Miya is there because Haejin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Ji-yun are there to keep the conversation lively.

It was a relief that Namjoon’s parents postponed their trip abroad–otherwise, Miya’s parents would have sat at the same table. Her father would not have missed the opportunity to monopolize Jin’s dad’s attention.

They were seated a couple of tables down. The mayor was supposed to sit at this table with them but Jin’s father made a last-minute request to switch her over to the next table to put Miya there instead.

At least 90% of his table was still family, he thought…and that was better than anything else. Although, he suddenly wondered, what if he had invited you? It would certainly make the rest of this night more bearable.

He made a mental note to check in after dinner service to find out if you needed a ride home. He’d be dead-tired but at least he’d crawl into bed after sharing a few laughs with you.

“Your salad, sir,” you said while your hand hovered next to him.

All of those shots that he took before dinner must be causing him to hallucinate because he could have sworn that he heard your voice–but it couldn’t be. You were at the diner!

He tilted his body slightly to make room for the salad dish being set down in front of him when he looked up to acknowledge the server. “Thank–”

“You…” he choked out, as the color drained from his face.

You gave him a curt nod and moved on to serve the lady next to him.

You smiled and acknowledged your accident-prone red-wine-vodka-tonic customer from earlier as you served his salad, his partner’s, and the older woman next to them.

After you empty your tray, you try to walk calmly (even though you were anything but) to the back room, to grab another set of plates.

As you pass behind the columns, under the shadows, tray-in-hand, you hear someone call out behind you. You barely registered that it was your name that was being called out.

“YN, wait!”

You turned your head around without stopping to see Jin jogging after you. Your heart raced as you tried to widen the distance between you and him…but damn your short legs, you cursed inwardly.

“YN, please!”

The other server looks behind you in confusion and you just nod along telling them that you’d catch up. You blew out a breath and turned to face him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I have to get back to work,” you said as politely as you could.

“YN, please. I–let me explain…”

“Explain what? That while you hang around diners late at night, you also occasionally hand out giant million-dollar checks to the city?”

“I mean…it’s not like that. It’s not my money, per se–”

“So your father’s money? Which is technically your money?”

He sighs heavily. “I’m sorry that this comes as a shock to you. I just…hope you understand why I didn’t tell you–”

“Oh no, I completely understand. You’re a rich guy who seems to like mingling with common people–I dunno…maybe so you can be in touch with reality? Is that what it is? Trying to keep yourself down-to-earth?”

“YN, that’s not why I’m friends with you–”

“Jin, I thought that this friendship was based on honesty?”

He opens his mouth tentatively to argue but decides against it. “Y-yes and believe me–I was being honest with you.”

“But you left this part out? What else have you lied about?,” you asked him point blank.

“I just…” he sighs, trying to collect his thoughts.

He was taking way too long to respond.

“You know what? Save it. I have to get back to work before I get caught unnecessarily mingling with guests. I’m doing this as a favor for a friend so–” You shook your head before finishing your thought and walked away just in time to flick an errant tear from your eye.

For the rest of your shift, you did your best to avoid his table. You managed to trade places with another server whose section was situated in the back of the dining area, far away from Jin.

At the end of the night, you collected your base pay from the bar. Taehyung requested to be paid in cash so the catering manager had already pre-arranged that and handed it to you in an envelope. They also gave you a little extra gratuity since they had asked you to help out with dinner service.

One of the kitchen staff handed you a couple of boxes of leftovers which you were extremely grateful for. At least your dad will have a good lunch and Tae will have some fancy desserts to snack on as well.

Jin wandered around the back of the museum under the guise of thanking the service and event staff. He searched for you, hoping to get another chance at a conversation with you to explain himself.

He pulls his phone out to call you when he is stopped by something that catches his eye behind some columns across the atrium. It was his sister, having a private conversation with none other than his trusted COO. He sees her stroke his cheek with her hand…then he catches it and places a lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist, making her smile.

He made a mental note to address that later. For now, he was focused on trying to find you.

Little did he know, you had already carefully slipped out the back, out of sight. With a huff, you decided to switch your phone off as it buzzed incessantly while you drove home.

************************************

It’s been a few days and you haven’t seen or talked to Jin since Saturday. He tried calling you Sunday to check if you still wanted to go to lunch but you texted him back with a simple ‘no’ and ignored the rest of his attempts to contact you.

“So…you’re saying he’s like a prince?”

Yoongi made a face at him. “No, idiot!”

“Right, but he’s filthy rich–like a prince,” Jimin says.

Yoongi scoffs then decides to ignore him. “Did you guys talk?”

“Not really. I was working. He tried but–I don’t know. I think I was in shock so…I just avoided him and left after my shift ended.”

“In shock because he had more money than he led you to believe?” Yoongi asked.

“N-no. I think I was mad because he lied to me about it.”

“Honestly, YN–’I make 7 figures a year and I’m worth 10’ is not really a normal conversational opener,” Jimin says.

“Fair…but–he could have at least mentioned it. We’ve had some pretty deep conversations already…and it’s not like I would judge him for being rich–I mean, shit, look at me…”

“Why didn’t you just Google him, YN?”

You give him a deadpan look. “Jimin, do you Google all of your friends?”

“Hmm…sometimes…” he says quietly.

“I don’t know. Maybe he has a valid reason for keeping it from you.” Leave it to Yoongi to find diplomacy and logic in every situation.

“I mean…fuck…I made all of those ‘financial struggle’ comments when we talked. Now I just feel really embarrassed. Was that why he didn’t tell me? D-does some part of him assume that I’d ask him to help me out or something,” you asked incredulously.

Yoongi and Jimin were silent, both contemplating why your new friend kept his social status from you. You weren’t sure if there was an answer for it.

You blew out a shallow breath. “Truth be told–I would not accept a dime from him even if he walked through that door, right this second,” you pointed to the entrance, “With a bag of gold.”

You then proceeded to organize the order slips pinned by the window.

Jimin made a face and lowered his voice. “Welp…I don’t see a bag of gold but he sure is coming this way right this second.”

You turn around thinking that Jimin was messing with you again but instead, you see Jin enter the diner. Speak of the devil…

You stayed rooted to your position behind the counter–slightly disappointed that there were a couple of vacant seats in front of you.

Jin stood by the doorway, unsure at first, then slowly walked up to the counter.

“YN, take care of the customer,” Yoongi says pointedly at Jin. “Jimin-ah, Tables 6 and 10’s orders are ready,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Got it,” Jimin quickly claims the dishes that were meant for your section. As he passes you, he whispers, “Don’t worry, the tips are still yours.”

“That’s the least of my worries right this second, Park Jimin,” you mutter quickly under your breath before Jin gets too close within earshot.

He sits on one of the unoccupied seats right in front of you and starts to fidget.

“Hi, what can I get for you,” you asked blandly, without meeting his eyes.

“H-hey, YN. I wondered if we could talk for a bit,” he asks quietly.

You paused to take in a breath. When you released it, you did your best to keep your voice calm and steady. “We already did that the other night. What else is there to talk about?”

“I just wanted to explain myself. And you haven’t been answering my calls.”

“With good reason.”

“Please,” he begged.

“YN, time for your break,” Yoongi calls out.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, I’ll take it later–”

“You’ll take it now before I get written up by the Labor Department for not granting my employees a proper break. I’m not running a sweatshop here.”

Just as you turned back to argue, he had withdrawn to the back of the kitchen again.

You turned to look at Jin, waiting expectantly–trying to keep his face neutral.

******

You told Jin you’d meet him in a minute after you grabbed your parka from the staff break room. You stood in silence for a few minutes out by the parking lot on the side of the diner. It was an uncharacteristically chilly night for this time of year.

You blew out a long, cold breath in exasperation. “Listen–I don’t have all the time in the world–”

“I’m sorry for keeping things from you.”

You stared at him for a few seconds. “You lied to me.”

He sighed heavily. “I didn’t, exactly. It just–it never came up.”

“It was still a lie by omission, Jin. Did you think that lowly of me? That I wouldn’t understand?”

“No, no,” he said adamantly. “YN–My life is…just a little complicated–”

“And you think that mine is simple?” Your voice rose slightly. “You seemed really keen on pursuing this friendship. And for a while back there, I thought that we were being honest with each other. Now I just feel betrayed.”

You folded your arms across your chest–already starting to put that wall up again.

“It’s like I didn’t even know you to begin with.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “My name is Kim Seokjin. I am the son of Kim Daesung, chairman and CEO of KimCorp. I own my own company, Moon Industries and we just went public two weeks ago with an IPO. My mom’s name is Myungjoo and she is the sweetest person I know. She also makes the best miyeokguk in the world and I'll fight anybody who says differently. Lastly, I also have a younger sister, named Haejin–I mentioned her to you before. I love her very much. She could be such a pain but I would do anything and everything for her if she asked.”

You eyed him carefully, letting all of this information sink in. You gently shook your head. “Why did you feel like you had to keep all of this from me?”

“I’m sorry, YN. That was not my intention,” he said sincerely.

“But why? You didn’t think I’d be able to handle you being ridiculously rich...just because I’m poor?" It sucked to say it out loud but--it was a fact.

“No...God, no–" he said that last bit forcefully. "It’s not like that–I…just think that money complicates a lot of things. I don’t know how to explain it–”

“Try,” you challenged him.

He sighed once more, rubbing his neck. He gathered his thoughts.

“When you first started talking to me–it caught me off-guard. I was kind of set on just being this sad sack for a while. Then you cracked this joke and I thought–maybe it doesn’t have to be this way. I didn’t know you, you didn’t seem to know who I was–I thought, what if I just wasn’t ‘me’ for a bit?”

“That doesn’t sound confusing at all.”

Fearing that he was losing you, he blurted, “I was unhappy, YN.”

He rubbed his face with his hands, pausing to collect his thoughts before he continued. “Being me has its perks but it also has some pitfalls. It’s why I keep my circle small–because it’s hard for me to trust people.”

Your face softened.

“You don’t know how many bullshitters I talk to day in and out. I can always tell…”

“Are you bullshitting me now,” you asked him pointedly.

“Not at all, I swear! Every conversation that we had? That was all me. The only thing that I left out was…” he shrugged nervously, “My net worth.”

You look at him skeptically.

“Look, I don’t want to lose you as a friend, YN. ”

“Why? You just said that you wanted to keep your circle small. Why would you want to be friends with me?”

“Because you keep things real. And I’m not saying this to patronize you. There are only a handful of people who level with me–and you’re one of them. You accept me for me–no ulterior motives, whatsoever.”

“And what makes you think that I won’t change my perspective now? That I won’t try to take advantage of you?”

He shook his head. “Believe it or not, YN–even though we’ve only known each other for a short amount of time, you don’t strike me as that type of person. You actually care about your relationships–unconditionally.”

You took a deep breath. Admittedly, you liked having him in your life. You were crushed to learn that he lied to you–but now that he seems to have come clean, all you saw was him. The regular guy who made dad-jokes and went fishing on the weekends; who didn’t mind dining out at hole-in-the-wall restaurants but most of all, loved having deep conversations late at night and into the wee hours of the morning.

“Well, I’m not here to serve as your reality check or whatever.”

“Trust me, I get enough of that from Namjoon and Haejin. I just…I really value our friendship…however brief it’s been. I promise you–no more ‘cloak and dagger,” he says.

That made you chuckle.

“And honestly? I just can’t stay away," he confesses.

To your surprise, your heart did a little flutter as you stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

“Then don’t.”

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