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starlostseungmin · 3 years ago

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— as the train passes by, ksm.

pairing — non-idol!seungmin x fem!reader

genre — strangers to lovers trope, semi-college au, a slice of life au, domestic fluff??

warnings — one swear word, mentions of food, crowded places, kissing, not proofread.

words — 4.4k +

notes — roman numbers indicates y/n's moments with seungmin, please do reblog and leave a feedback folks! enjoy reading <33

The train passed by swiftly, footsteps from different people bustling to enter, including you who ran through a crowd of people. It was another busy day, nothing changed. The same environment that gets cruel every time. Middle-aged people rushing to get in to go to work, students who managed to take a few seats as they try to get to school from far away, and some who just wanted to go to some places. But yours made to be different.

It was a usual Friday morning on a public train, but not to you. The university gave a break for their seniors to relax, you didn’t know what to do, or where you were going. The sun shines in your direction, looking at the Han river that the train would pass by, seeing it reminded you how your last year of college going. You will be graduating in a few weeks, unprepared for what will the future give. Being an adult is getting harder by the minute, and you know you can’t deny any responsibility that comes your way.

A small sigh escaped your lips, plugging your earphones on with satisfying music. It will keep you company for a while, with a playlist that can last until the next station. Time goes by pretty quickly that you didn’t even realize it was only a blink away. Passengers started to get off, others stayed and some came in. You reached for your phone to change the music when someone’s silhouette came very familiar reflecting on the screen.

It is not “coincidence” that leads people to meet in peculiar moments in their lives, one that could reach them dramatically as they hold hands. Fate wraps happiness in a box and sends it to anyone who seeks it in a world filled with uneven grounds. Meeting the unexpected person in front of your doorsteps, or just across from your seat on a public train, maybe catching a glimpse of each other from the gaps of a bookshelf. It thrives in any situation. Others believed in soulmates with red strings tied to their pinky finger, humans being split into half to find their other half and other myths that people loves to believe.

It doesn’t work for you that way. Fiction doesn’t collide with the real world, it remains in books and stays in the imagination of the author who writes them online. A parallel world unknown to everyone, a place of wonder and joy, opposite of reality. Words that are written on pages of an old book make it more convincing.

You look up to see who it was, navy blue hoodie, baggy jeans, white shoes, and a black backpack, your head ducked after realizing who it was. That familiar fluffy, bouncy, black hair and puppy-like features, he was standing a few feet in front of you, head faced straight to the window with his hand holding the pole for support, unaware of your identity. It was him, Kim Seungmin.

Your head hung low, eyes darted on your phone but memories started to flood;

A loud plop was heard as a heavy sigh of satisfaction followed. Another book of fiction with 400-ish pages was completed. The place is peaceful enough to finish an untouched book on a dusty shelf from the university’s library. It became a hobby ever since your freshmen year.

It was a quiet Tuesday morning in your uncle’s bowling alley. No customers for your own time of enjoyment, and the privilege of getting free food from him. You were sitting in one of those seats for groups, just in front of the bowling lane. Everything is neat, a result of excessive cleaning from the pre-opening. But every peace gave equivalent space for disturbance.

Felix and his seven other friends.

“We should divide ourselves into four members into two groups!” He said.

Your uncle just shrugged from the counter when you look at him. He shakes his head, shoving a piece of French fries in his mouth. Another sigh escaped from your lips, as you hid from them. Felix has shared a few minors with you, a reasonable excuse to be friends, but not as close as how he is with the boys. You were just thankful to have 2 tables apart from their place.

“Should we do some bet?” Chan asked as the other oohed in agreement.

“What bet should we do?”

“The losing team will treat us to dinner and drinks after classes today,”

“Why don’t you just treat us? We love free meals from you, hyung!”

“Shut up, you’re making me broke.”

“You’re damn loaded!”

“Oh my gosh no.”

A few of them shared hysterical laughs, and some of them slapped each other’s butts. It was good to see them having fun on their own, typical friendship in such young adult phenomena. But there’s always one person in every group who gets someone’s attention and you were no exception. He belonged to the second four to roll the ball on the lane. That Chan guy keeps messing up, earning a teasing of dismay from his group.

“Hyung! Do it properly!” One said as Chan lay on the floor to accept his fate.

“You do better then,”

“Seungmin’s up!”

It was Felix who called that name, the boy was smiley and amused with the first team. Watching them from afar made a quite entertainment for you. But Seungmin swept you off of your feet after giving consecutive strikes. His friends were also shocked, as your mouth gapped, covering it with your palm. The last one made him cocky, rolling the ball of his hand, he turned his back, walking to his teammates making another goal.

You admit it was kind of hot of him for the first time. Smirking at his own benefit, he exchanged high fives with them when he caught you staring at him. An adrenaline rush pushed your body to turn around and melt on your seat, blushing at the sight. He left a smile seeing you rushing out from the alley, he kept it himself before getting back his attention to his friends.

II.

Seungmin enters the library that one Thursday afternoon, it is a paradise to someone who loves books. The smell of old and new books fascinates him with the urge to stay for an hour or two to read. He thought it was another usual time when he sits on the floor after taking an interesting book from the shelves at the back, but things had to change for a while.

Sunset hails through the glass window at the old library, it gives gentle light to the back where most old books were piled. Brushing his fingers on the spines, an interesting title caught his attention. A gap was made in between the thick texts after a gentle pull of one dusty old publication. He went to grab another one at the upper shelf for his own bookworm satisfaction and at the bottom where he found something interesting.

The gaps had led him to the next bookshelf where he saw you sleeping on the floor, with your backpack serving as a pillow. A few books lie open with your journal next to you. Seungmin placed his bag gently on the floor, making sure it won’t wake you up. He takes the empty spot a few feet from where your head lies and opened a book he just borrowed. It was a perfect reading spot, the gentle sunlight gives him enough brightness to enjoy a sunny day, unlike the blinding fluorescent that hurts his eyes.

You were so peaceful to look at, the book in his hands became unnoticed as his eyes fell on your sleeping figure. Seungmin smiled and started to read. He even glared at the younger students, making their way to gossip at a certain section which drove them away. He took out a sticky note from his bag and wrote something in his cute and minimalistic handwriting.

It wasn’t that long when you woke up after a so-called nap and Seungmin was gone. Jolting up on your spot, you saw messy the floor was with your textbooks and notes. You didn’t mean to sleep under the sunlight of the sunset that peeks through the window after a massive all-nighter for a damned exam. Fixing your hair in embarrassment if someone saw you, it will haunt you for a while, but seeing a note stuck on a page of a book you read hours ago, made your heart start beating faster.

“You look cute, but don’t sleep on the floor next time – S.”

“Fuck!” Gathering your things in shame, you had to leave the library immediately. Seungmin saw you that time, he giggled to himself thinking it was cute.

III.

It was a Sunday morning, and the sounds of people bustling in the hallway had you curious. The caretaker has told you someone is moving in today but didn’t know that it’s going to be the empty apartment next to you. A peaceful day wasn’t so good for someone to decide to move on a rest day. Seungmin saw you again that time as he lie unnoticed when you stepped out of your room, heading to the elevator. It was weird to know you live on the exact same floor and next to his new apartment. The urge to say hi vanished when you came out of sight.

“Y/n, you have mail in the box!” The caretaker said the moment you stepped out of the elevator.

“Thank you, Mr. Park!” You smiled, taking your way to a locker built for packages.

“Say, are they almost done upstairs?” Mr. Park asked, mopping the floor.

“You mean the movers?” You asked, twisting the key in the lock. “I didn’t really notice, but maybe? It was all the noise anyway,” Mr. Park nodded.

“I heard the new one is the same age as you, I hope you get along well. You are neighbors now after all,” He said as you gave him a nod, taking a small package from a perfume brand that you always love. “Oh, by the way, he’s also in the same university as you are, he mentioned it.”

“Really? I guess we’ll get along well then,”

“Yeah, oh here he is! Seungmin!” You froze in your spot. It was him, the Kim Seungmin. The one you saw at the bowling alley of your uncle and the one who is definitely attending the same university. You barely knew him, but you were aware of his relationship with Felix. He was saying goodbye to the movers as they leave the building before going to Mr. Park.

“Hello Mr. Park,” He smiled which made your heart melt.

It wasn’t the first time but how could someone be so sparkly and shows flowers falling above his head, with everything going in slow motion? The beating of your heart went crazy after hearing his voice, something so gentle and soothing in the ears. You doubt your face is turning red because of the blood rush.

“Thank goodness you’re here, meet Y/n, she’s living next door, I hope you get along well,” Mr. Park said, patting Seungmin’s shoulders as the latter’s eyes landed on you. The grip tightened on the small box you were holding as Seungmin bowed lightly, offering his hand for a shake.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” He said, your hand started to shake, slowly reaching out for his hand. Seungmin felt how cold it was, and the awkward atmosphere that lies above your head.

“Pleasure to meet you too, Seungmin,” You responded with a small smile with your eyes.

“Bake him cookies, he loves them, he said,” Mr. Park whispered behind your back, before turning to the both of you. “Now that you are both good, Seungmin do you want anything?”

“Oh, I was going to ask about the monthly rent,” He said before breaking the handshake gently.

“Ah, I think I should go first, I got my mail, yes,” You said.

“Sure, I’ll see you around Y/n,” Seungmin said as you gave him a nod before taking the elevator. Mr. Park didn’t get to say anything before you left, but he is satisfied with having someone next to your apartment to prevent the loneliness you feel every time you get home.

IV.

A few days have passed ever since Seungmin moved in, your conscience has been eating you up during those times, and now, you were lying peacefully on the couch while waiting for the brownies to be done. You even called Felix for help, it wasn’t because Mr. Park told you to do so, Seungmin is a good guy in your perspective and you like how quiet it is even if you have already someone next door. You admit he’s cute, you can hear him singing when he passes by your door sometimes.

The appetizing smell of hot brownies welcomed your nostrils the moment you pulled out the tray from the oven. It took you a few tries to earn something good, and it turned out to be good for the nth time. The other half was meant for your own benefit, while the other half is being placed in glass tupperware.

Knocking on his door, Seungmin stopped washing his dishes after hearing the sound. He was surprised to see you, but it made his heart warm.

“Hi, I hope I’m not interrupting something?” You asked.

“No, no, not at all, can I help you?” Seungmin asked, widening the gap of his door.

“Uhm, actually, I made brownies for you,” You said, offering an average size of food container filled with the sweets. Seungmin’s eyes fell on the food, his cheeks turned red because of the blood rush. He finds it sweet and endearing when only Felix does it for him.

“Thanks, I love them,” He said taking the lid from your hands when he accidentally brushed his fingers with yours, feeling electricity within your body.

“You're welcome, tell me how you like them, I’ll be next door,” You smiled, trying to brush off the contact when Seungmin smiled at you again.

“I will,” He said.

“Great, I’ll see you later then,” You replied and gave him a small bow before taking the entrance inside your own unit. “Gosh, he is so cute,” You awed, as your hand reached your cheek making a slap. “Ouch! Fine, I’ll try not to have a teeny tiny crush on him!”

But that’s what you thought.

10 pm on a Wednesday had to make you leave your study desk unattended for a hungry stomach. It was a quiet night when you were expecting a packed convenience store a block away from the building, but it was only the cashier playing a game on their phone at the counter. You were about to get inside when someone caught your attention from the transparent glass wall. Someone fell asleep on the rectangular table, notes spread on it with an empty cup of ramen and a small carton of milk.

Shaking your head at the sight, you proceeded to take the same food and paid them at the counter. Seungmin doesn’t fall asleep too fast unless he’s tired, but you knew it’s the exam season again, it comes every third week of the month. The hot water filled the cup of noodles as you take it to the empty spot beside him, waiting for it to be cooked by itself. Crossing your arms on your chest, the guy next to you was already in a deep slumber. You tried not to make any sound.

Out of the empty tables within the store area, you chose to sit next to him. You needed to.

Another set of an empty cup of noodles and a carton of milk lies in front of you as Seungmin is still fast asleep. The time didn’t matter, even if you had to study for the tests, you didn’t know why you stayed with him.

A smile was formed on your face as you admired how peaceful he is. Your hand started to reach his black locks but you were hesitant to lay your fingers on him.

“Go ahead,” He mumbled in his sleep which made you flinch.

“You’re awake?” You asked, only for Seungmin to take your hand and placed it on his fluffy hair, taking his sleep again.

“Play with my hair,” He muffled in between his arms serving as his pillow.

You were left dumbfounded at the situation, but seeing how exhausted he was made you give in. Seungmin smiled at himself as he felt your fingers brush on his fluffy hair. It was comforting him enough to take his stress away, one that he only felt from you for the first time.

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The train stopped at the third station, another batch of people trying to get off to proceed to their designated destination and some just entered to take the ride. Unlike earlier, the train wasn’t packed, Seungmin took the opportunity to take the seat beside you but his eyes noticed how familiar you were. He was a bit hesitant at first, you were too busy with your phone, but it was all about trying to avoid him.

Seungmin can be mischievous sometimes, he slowly sat down in front of you which made him look like a small puppy who loves staring at his owner. This gave you almost a heart attack, clutching your chest at his sudden actions.

“What are you doing?” You asked, eyes knitted in shock.

“Hi Y/n, think I didn’t see you since I got here,” He smirked. “Can I sit beside you?”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, a total of 30 minutes reminiscing your moments with him failed to act as if you were not you and you didn’t see him.

“Sure, the former owner left anyway,” You said as Seungmin gave you his smug expression, taking the empty seat while hugging his bag on his lap.

“Where are you going if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked with his puppy eyes looking at you. The playlist stopped on its last song, it didn’t matter anymore. It really ended by the time Seungmin started a conversation, but you didn’t mind. You thought you were going to be alone the whole ride.

“I,” You paused, not really sure what to answer. “I don’t know, I just stepped out today, not knowing where I should go,” You sighed, hanging your head low, playing with your fingers. “How about you?”

“Nowhere, really,” He answered innocently, but with a hint of curiousness in his eyes. “I guess we’re in the same boat then,” He smiled after.

That caught your attention.

“I guess so,” You sighed.

“But if you don’t mind, I know a place where we could relax for a bit,” He chuckled. “I know graduating in a few weeks gives stress to where we’re going after that once in a lifetime event, besides, I never get the chance to talk to you properly,”

“I’m sorry,” You said. “Even if we’re already neighbors, I just get shy to talk to you, really,”

“No, I see it,” He smiled again. “By the way, the brownies you made, I love them,”

“Really?” You asked meeting his eyes.

“Yup,”

“Are you sure? I mean, I asked a friend to teach me to make brownies,” You replied pouting your lips.

“It’s good, I’m not lying,” He laughed as you get shy with the compliment.

“Thanks, I’ll make you another one next time,” You smiled at him.

“I’ll be delighted to eat them too!”

Warming up to Seungmin made it less awkward for you, maybe fate pushed you to have this moment. It was unexpected for him to show up in certain situations like how you realized he went on the same train with no place in mind. Just like you.

“The place that I was talking about would be at the next stop, would you like to go? Or if you don’t, I can stay here until you decide to go home,” He said as you look at the surroundings. You wanted to spend some time with him, a little adventure wouldn’t hurt and it will be much better than sitting in the train for hours.

“I’ll go with you,” You said which made Seungmin ruffle your hair.

“I was hoping that you will,” He said making you starstruck at the sudden physical touch. “We’ll get off in a few,”

The train stopped at exactly 9:30, you did get off the apartment pretty early. Seungmin stood beside you in front of the double door as he held your hand, taking your way out of the station. It was all out of the blue, but that made you smile. His big hand wrapped on your small one made your heart race, you didn’t want to let go either. Seungmin himself was proud of it, after months of taking a glimpse, he finally got the chance to hold you. He started to interlock his fingers with yours as you walked by the pavement.

“Is it far?” You asked, not minding holding hands.

“No, it’s just a 10-minute walk,” He smiled. “Are you comfortable?” He asked, looking at you.

“I am,” You smiled, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“Cute,”

It was a beautiful place, far from the commotions in the city, a peaceful seaside town with local cafes. The cool breeze of the wind danced with your hair as you take your way forward to a quiet beach, not far enough from the town. White sand, seashells on the shore, even a starfish chilling with the waves crashing on it, and the water is so clear and blue. The place was beyond paradise.

Your mouth gapped seeing the scenery, you had to let go of his hand and dropped your tote bag on the sand. Seungmin was all smiley, witnessing your amusement with the locks a core memory. Finally, a perfect place to know you better.

“Y/n,” He called before you could take your steps further.

“Yes?” You asked, turning around to face him.

“I just wanted to let you know that I was the one who left you a note when you fell asleep in the library,” He chuckled which made your expression drop at the embarrassment.

“What?”

“I didn’t get to tell you because you were frustrated back then, not gonna lie, you were cute,” He laughed which pushed you to splash seawater at him. This made him caught off guard, his navy blue hoodie hinted at a few spots of getting wet. “I was being nice,”

“You didn’t wake me up,” You said as he pulled his jeans below the knee, taking off his shoes.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” He argued, taking his way in the water and splashing some on you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“You did it first!” He laughed.

It was fun chasing him on the beach, not minding the striking sun. The time you shared together will make a memory as the days pass by. Seungmin will sure take a huge part of it, you wished him to stay with you for a long time even if it is the first moment you have the closure you needed. Sincere laughs of being in love, the hug he gave when he caught you in his arms, the splashing of water on each other with pure smiles of happiness, and sitting together watching the view after getting exhausted from playing.

A moment that you’ve been looking for.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Sure, anything,” You answered as he looked at you.

“Can you kiss me?” You turned your head quickly at him, unsure if he’s being serious or not. He was just staring at you, his eyes fell on your lips as he looked back into your eyes but he just let out an awkward laugh. “Just kidding, don’t take it ser一”

Your lips met his, sharing a soft gentle kiss. His lips tasted mint, it was warm and delicate, one that you’d want to do for a while. Seungmin pulled you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist, with your hand rested on his nape. He smirked in between before kissing you again. You could feel the blood rush on your cheeks as he left you with a peck, and kissed your forehead after. He was your first kiss.

“You’re so cute when you get flustered, oh my gosh,” He chuckled as you buried your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. Your face is so red from it. Seungmin hugged you tightly, enjoying the skinship he have with you. He wanted to stay like that for a while, and only with you.

“That was unexpected from you,” You said, looking at him.

“It’s a way of saying that I like you, why did you kiss me then?” He smirked.

“Because you said so, and I wanted to,” You answered, making him blush. “You’re so cute when you get flustered, oh my gosh,” You said imitating him which made him shyer. “Oh come on,”

“I am shy,” He said as you give him another kiss.

“How about that?” You asked. His ears turned hot and red, he had to avoid your gaze and smiled like an idiot by himself.

“You’re making me crazy, Y/n.” He said, trying to hold his scream out of embarrassment.

“I guess I’m not the only one who’s going loco in a bit,” You said with a smug expression. “But seriously Seungmin, I really do appreciate the fact that you showed me this place. I never knew it existed.”

“You didn’t?” He asked with his softened expression.

“Yeah, so thank you,” You smiled as he kissed your forehead again.

“You're welcome, we could visit here again if you want,” He said as you rested your head on his shoulder. “With that, I won’t feel lonely anymore,”

“We will, okay?” You said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, admiring the view once again.

“Thanks for coming here with me,” He said, taking your free hand, interlocking your fingers once more as he placed a soft kiss on the back of it making you smile.

Fate really wraps a present with happiness and gives it to the ones who need it. And as for you and Seungmin, the gift was right on each other’s door.

It is the two of you.

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lavienjin · 4 years ago

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first love | myg

synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesn't talk much, you've always found his presence comforting, and it didn't surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldn't fall in love.

But wouldn't you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because it's addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written: Without you, I am nothing.

→ part of the virtue, vice, and everything nice collab.

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 11.3k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(

author's note: i'm fully aware that this song is about a piano but i don't want to write angsty musician yoongi since it hits a little close to home, so i put my own spin into it. thank you to the lovely @ddaechwita for the banner! this is part of @missgeniality's wings collab so please make sure to check out the rest of the authors! ♥

i wanna give a shoutout to one of my favourite authors out there! @yoonia happy heckin birthday, my love!! i tried to channel your energy when i was writing this. truly, your fics give me a lot of inspiration!!!

m.list | ao3

You first entered Helion Game Company together as interns, assigned to comb through thousands of customer complaints while sitting across from each other.

Yoongi didn’t speak much; opting to tilt his head every time you greeted him good morning, but the way his eyes twinkled as he listened to you talk about your weekend caused a confusing array of feelings to emerge quietly in your heart. And the feelings continue to blossom whenever you return to find the occasional tangerine next to your computer after you’ve had a long day.

To you, Yoongi would always be that seemingly aloof coworker with a tight rein on his emotions, but one whose voice can command the entire room with just the simplest of words. It wasn’t surprising that he rose quickly through the ranks and you watched with quiet pride when he was inducted into the Senior Sound Engineers circle for the next version launch of the company’s hit mobile game.

Though it took you a few more months, you soon joined him in the ranks to work alongside the project with a team of Creative Directors. Introducing yourself to a room of ambitious souls was a nerve-wracking experience, but it was only made bearable when you caught Yoongi’s eyes in the back of the room as his warm presence continued to provide a quiet flow of support that strengthened your nerve. Ever since that day, you held his gaze steadfastly whenever you presented a new concept to the team, and if you’re lucky, you’d find a tangerine sitting prettily on your desk the next morning.

With the highly anticipated one-year anniversary launch coming up soon, you’re swamped with endless meetings to finalize the details that would be included, so much so that you’d find yourself reminiscing about the early days. Though combing through a never-ending list of demands from players was tedious, you relished in the quiet that surrounded you and Yoongi, the two of you lost in your own worlds with only the clicks of keyboards accompanying your routines.

As time and busyness enveloped your lives, they robbed you from seeing one another and it didn’t surprise you to learn that the sprouting feelings you once had for the ebony-haired man were eventually absorbed by the cacophony of noise around you. However, not all is lost, because you’ve gathered the scattered petals on the ground and chose to call it a different name: friendship.

And though it felt like months since you last talked or even been in the same room with each other, you couldn’t help but smile at the rare moments when you’re greeted in the morning with the comforting scent from the small, citrus fruit.

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The day started out rather pleasant, the stifling summer air made way for a gentle breeze, cooling down the normal heatwave that lurks in the alleys of the city. You hadn’t even slept that terribly, even waking up before your alarm clock to enjoy the morning air as you sipped coffee from your favourite mug. As you smiled at the chirping birds in a nearby tree, you just can’t shake the feeling that today was going to be great.

Or so you thought.

As soon as you arrive at the office, your lifted spirits deflate as your assistant frantically calls your name in near tears.

“Dowon leaked the character concept,” she informs you in a high-pitch shriek as you shouldered your way through a sea of panicking bodies. “Namjoon wants to see you.”

From what you can gather in the few minutes you had with your assistant as you turned around to walk in the other direction towards Namjoon’s office, the newest artist in your team, Dowon, had posted a selfie of himself on Twitter that contained the early sketches of the not-yet-released Yuna in the background. He hadn’t realized his mistake until he checked his ever-buzzing phone, and upon looking at the encroaching thousands of retweets and likes, his panic was evident in his pallor. Although he deleted the tweet immediately after his discovery, the news had already spread like wildfire – with users reposting the tweets on multiple platforms outside of just Twitter.

When you enter Namjoon’s office, his back is turned towards you. He’s talking to someone on the phone in harsh whispers, though your deafening heart rate makes it hard for you to piece together the words.

“G-Good morning,” comes a timid voice from your side.

You blink in surprise at Dowon’s trembling figure. Of course, he’d be here, but your mind had been so preoccupied with the disaster that you hadn’t noticed his presence. With his shoulders raised to the skies, he sinks into himself, unable to meet your gaze. You’re suddenly parched, throat constricting around your reply, unable to push the words out, so you offered him a half-hearted smile instead.

Your attention is stolen when Namjoon clears his throat. The blue tie on his neck is slightly loose, and the way he sighs as he slumps on his dark leather chair causes a stone to drop in your stomach. When Namjoon regards you with his steel gaze, his mouth is pulled into a grim line.

“I assume you’ve been informed about what happened?”

Dowon squeaks from beside you and you steal a quick glance at the pitiful man, your heart clenching at the unshed tears in his eyes. He isn’t the best artist in your team, but he does work the hardest. If Namjoon decides to terminate his contract, it will be hard for you to hire another artist so late into the development.

You nod. “Minju told me what happened on our walk to your office, yes.”

Namjoon’s face is unreadable, a stone mask that doesn’t betray what he’s thinking. The only indication that this situation may be worse than what you’d imagine is the way Namjoon’s tongue prods the inside of his cheek, a rare expression you’ve only seen a handful of times in your employment.

You’re unable to breathe with the thick, palpable tension in the air. Namjoon studies both your figures in the silence, and you wonder if he’s quietly enjoying this.

“Dowon,” he says calmly. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m—I’m sorry, sir. It w-won’t happen again,” Dowon stammers. He bows as he balls his slacks into his fists.

Namjoon nods and returns his attention to you. “Tell me, how’s his performance as of late?”

You feel a prickling sensation as Dowon’s pleading gaze snaps to you. “His work is consistent.” You maintain the intense eye contact with Namjoon, resolute in defending your employee. “You won’t find another artist like him this late in the game, sir.”

Tension releases your body from its hold when Namjoon shifts his gaze away from you. The breath of relief you let out seems to reassure Dowon, and from the corner of your eye, you can see the way his shoulders begin to relax.

“Dowon, you may go,” Namjoon announces.

You offer a congratulatory smile at the man beside you, one he returns with a deep bow before he scurries out of Namjoon’s office. The unsettling feeling returns to your stomach when the door shuts behind you.

“Unfortunately,” Namjoon mutters, his expression turning grim once more. “I have some bad news for you.”

---

You can’t stop the hot tears from making their way down your cheeks as you barricade yourself in the copy room. Your team, possibly sensing your ire after you left Namjoon’s office without so much as a hint of a smile, has left you alone to wallow until it was time for them to go, where they quietly slip away without so much as a wave.

“Stupid thing!” you grumble, kicking the wheel of the copier in frustration.

For the past hour or so, you’ve been trying to print the incident report you’ve painstakingly typed out all afternoon. Your meeting with Namjoon has left a nasty mark on your otherwise pristine office life. You can’t blame him, knowing that the decision has been made prior to you stepping foot on the ugly navy carpet of your office, but you can’t help the anger that rises steadily towards the man either.

After Dowon left, having been dismissed by Namjoon, your boss informed you that you’ve been written up for your negligence, which, as you spat out to him that morning, was complete and utter bullshit. Namjoon patiently listened to you rant as you plead your case, but your passionate words didn’t make a dent in his armour.

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon murmured as he handed you a yellow slip. “Please have this signed along with the incident report. I expect it on my desk first thing in the morning.”

The beeping from the printer breaks you of your thoughts and you cast your gaze down to the LCD screen flashing red and yellow, signifying yet another paper jam on the side of the printer.

Defeat pulls you down on to the floor, where you bring your knees close to your chest as you bury your face into your hands.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You lift your face to meet Yoongi’s worried gaze. Great.

“Yeah,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just been a really long day.” You let out a half-hearted chuckle, one that Yoongi returns with a sad smile.

He makes his way to your crouched figure before sitting down next to you, both your backs leaning against the printer. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

Though you’re touched by his sincerity, a part of you hesitates to tell him what’s wrong, especially since your interactions thus far have been minute due to your busy schedules.

Sensing your reluctance, Yoongi nudges you lightly with his shoulders, a growing smile on his face. “Come on,” he urges. “I’ve heard you talk about your weekend since we were interns. You were never shy about discussing your thoughts before, why are you hiding them from me now?”

With a shuddering sigh, you smile gratefully at Yoongi before highlighting the unfortunate moments from this morning. True to his nature, Yoongi listens closely as you speak, chiming in once or twice with a few hums. Though as you begin to retell what happened in Namjoon’s office, Yoongi tenses beside you, his once worried expression morphing into fury.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi slams his fist to the copier behind you. “That’s bullshit!”

“Yeah? Well, tell that to Namjoon,” you snicker. In all the time you’ve known Yoongi, you have never seen him so upset. “It’s fine, really. I’ve never been written up before, so it’s not the end of the world. Plus, Namjoon said that it was out of his hands,” you sigh. “I just hope it doesn’t look bad on my performance review.”

Yoongi releases his bottom lip from his teeth, but not after he tortures it to a point where you see little pricks of red peeking through the soft tissue. Your hand moves on its own as you wipe his bottom lip with your thumb, tutting at the small injury. When you realize what you’ve done, you snatch your hand away quickly, your cheeks aflame when Yoongi looks at you with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry, force of habit!” you stammer. “I have cousins and they’re a messy bunch, always wrestling with each other and getting cuts all over.”

God! What was wrong with you? With a silent prayer for the ground to open up, you bury your face into your hands, trying to hide away the embarrassment colouring your face.

“Thank you.”

With an amused chuckle, Yoongi gingerly removes your palms from your face to force your gaze back to his. “I mean it,” he whispers as he lets go of your hands. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” you utter just as quietly. “Really, I should be thanking you for listening to me; not just about this fiasco, but for all the times I bugged you during our intern days.”

Yoongi tilts his head, his smile faltering slightly. “That’s assuming that you’re a bother.” At your protests, he begins to laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, I like listening to you talk,” he beams. “If I hated your voice, I wouldn’t have listened to you drone on and on about the countless awful blind dates your friends set you up with.”

“Oh my god! Why would you bring that up?” you laugh, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. “Anyway, I should probably get on with this,” you pat the printer a few times, “I still have an incident report to print out.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at the mention of your task. “Leave it until the morning. It’s all formality anyway.”

“I would never have guessed that one of the greatest sound engineers in our company is a troublemaker.”

He chuckles at your teasing grin. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but there’s an amused glint in his eyes as he murmurs, with a voice so low that goosebumps appear on your skin, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Your thoughts slow to a crawl as he pins you with his gaze. Was his face always this close to you? Breathing becomes secondary as your heart hammers in its cage. What was he thinking behind those rich irises?

“Yoongi, I…” you begin, but you’re not sure what you wanted to say next.

The spell breaks when his lips curl up into an easygoing smile. “Come on.” Yoongi stands and offers you a hand. “I’ll help you with the printer, only if you promise to get a drink with me.”

Bewildered at his sudden offer, you can only muster a nod as he helps you stand.

“Okay, let’s see what’s going on with this thing…”

You watch Yoongi work on the printer for a few minutes, though really, your mind is drifting further away as the feelings you thought had disappeared seem to resurface back into reality. After opening two separate compartments in the printer, Yoongi’s able to find the source of the jam and removed it, instructing you to press a few buttons on the small LCD screen. Like magic, the flashing red warning sign stops and a little jingle resounds instead before the machine begins to spit out your documents into the tray.

“How did you…” you begin, staring in awe as the printer staples your report together.

“Well, the IT guys were taking a long time to appear this one time and our team really needed to print some reports. Since no one seemed to know what to do, I just rolled up my sleeves and opened it to find the issue,” he explains as he hands you the stack of paper. “Ever since then, every time this printer acts up, my team usually comes to me for help.”

Yoongi flashes an amused smirk in your direction as he wipes his toner-covered hands with a handkerchief. “So, ready for that drink?”

---

The walk to the trendy bar just a little way outside of your office is filled with a round of 20 questions. It’s strange to see Yoongi in this light, so animated and full of life. He talked about college; how he switched majors from business despite his parents’ disapproval. In return, you talk about your favourite musicians before learning that you listen to similar genres.

When you enter the mostly full bar and squeeze yourselves into the booth, the conversation never ceases, only stopping briefly when a waiter comes to take your order. Not wanting to drink on an empty stomach, you ordered a plate of appetizers – wings and nachos – to accompany your liquor.

“Good choice. They have the best nachos here,” Yoongi comments just as the waiter takes your menu and leaves.

“Oh? Do you come here often?”

“Yeah. They have live music a few times a month and my friend recently got a gig here, so I showed up to support him.” Yoongi points to the dim stage area where a microphone and a singular chair stand.

“That’s sweet of you! Okay, what else don’t I know about you, Yoongi… Do you have a secret identity? Office worker by day, criminal mastermind by night?” you tease.

Yoongi laughs into his hand, shaking his head. “Oh, if I was a criminal mastermind, I wouldn’t be stuck working at an office job. I’d just steal a bunch of money so I can live in peace.”

Just as you begin to ask about his plans for conquering the world, your food and drinks arrive, holding off the conversation for a later time. You’re too busy munching on your nachos and sipping your liquor of choice that it takes you a moment to realize that Yoongi stopped eating.

“What’s up?” you ask.

Yoongi studies you as he brings the glass of beer to his lips. “Nothing, I’m just glad you’re finally yourself again.”

“It helps that I have a friend to talk to,” you beam. “Thanks for taking me out tonight too.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiles. “Sorry, I got a bit in my head there because I felt like I was pushing you to go when you didn’t want to.”

“Honestly? I’m glad you did. If not, I would’ve been at home alone to just drink myself under. That can’t be healthy.”

“Oh, and drinking in a relatively crowded bar is?” he fires back before bursting into laughter.

“That’s not what I meant!” you protest with a pout, stuffing your face full of nachos.

You continue to eat until only the platter empties. Through the night, the empty glasses beside you increase in quantity as you let yourself go with the flow of conversation and music. Once, Yoongi made you try something called a ‘Blue Moon’, his favourite beer imported from the Midwestern area of the United States that is served with a slice of orange.

“That reminds me, I never thanked you for the tangerines you leave on my desk,” you muse, drinking the last of the beer. The citrusy taste lingers on your tongue even as you switch over to chug a glass full of water.

Yoongi grins as he raises his glass. “Of course. A good job always deserves a reward.”

“Oh, and what kind of reward are you looking for?” You couldn’t help but snort when Yoongi chokes on his drink.

“You’ll pay for this one day,” he pouts as he cleans up his mess with a napkin.

Sure, your day was less than stellar, but after the Yoongi’s presence, you couldn’t help the smile that found its way into your face as you crawled into bed.

---

The next couple of days after the incident was just as you expected. The office is abuzz with gossip when you enter, with some brave folks asking if what transpired during Namjoon’s office was true. You confirmed what little you could, preferring to keep the details of your write up a secret, away from loose lips.

Though the energy surrounding your team has shifted, some are wary of working with Dowon in the event that another leak, your spirits lift slightly when you spy a familiar round orange fruit on top of your files this morning. Unlike all the other instances however, this one has a note attached to it.

“Drinks are on me tonight.”

And maybe… just maybe, things aren’t so bad after all.

---

“Fuck!” You slam the empty glass to the table, causing a few patrons to look over in your direction.

“Whoa, settle down there.” Yoongi’s comforting presence has not placated your anger the way it normally would.

Despite the launch happening within less than a month, your team is behind on some of the last-minute touches for the characters, making you work overtime for the past few days now. Speaking of the devil, your phone chimes and you spy the email that one of your employees sent you, asking for approval on a last-minute design change.

You type your confirmation with a low grumble under your breath, upset that even with the weekend within sight, your team is still hard at work.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” you mutter as you lock your phone and stash it back in your purse. “I’m sure it’s hellish on your end too and I’m taking this out on you.”

“I guess I should feel honoured?” he snickers, raising his glass to you. “When you were written up, you barely opened up to me and now look at us, drinking away our stress in the same booth every other day.”

You tap the bottom of his beer with your glass before taking a sip, grimacing as the liquor burns its way down your throat. “Well, it beats drinking alone,” you sigh.

Over the past month now, ever since the incident, you and Yoongi have made a point to meet at the bar every now and again, mostly to complain about work.

“Your blood pressure is off the charts, huh?”

“I feel like I’ll probably die before I reach 40 if this is how my team handles every launch,” you grumble, not affected by his joviality.

“Relax, tomorrow’s Friday! And then we have a long weekend ahead of us. Just bear with it for one more day, okay?”

You grumble an unintelligible response as you sip on your drink. Numb from the drinks, you��re not as perceptive as you usually are, completely missing the way he’s currently staring at you. His lips are downturned as he absentmindedly drums his fingers on the side of his beer before he finally pipes up.

“You know… I can help you with that. Your stress, I mean. I know that this was pretty much my idea – to get drunk and forget the stress” – you can’t help but raise your glass and chug as he continues to speak – “but I may have a healthier alternative.”

“Okay, spill. What do you have in mind?”

“I can always make you cum.”

As though he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb in your time together, Yoongi continues to drink his beer nonchalantly, while your mind struggles to comprehend what he just said.

“I’m sorry… what? Are you serious?”

“Of course, I am,” he shrugs. “I mean, I heard an orgasm is the best way to get over your stress and I’m pretty confident in my abilities.”

Your brain is unable to form the correct syllables to convey your thoughts.

The fact that Yoongi finds you attractive is a miracle in itself, especially when he walks around charming everyone in the office with his swoopy black hair and easy smile. Maybe your crush on him is slowly rearing its head again after all these years, but you aren’t sure if you’re willing to risk changing the relationship you currently have. Being Yoongi’s friend has been easy; he’s a great listener and you’re only scratching the surface behind the quiet exterior he presents.

However, somewhere deep inside, you must’ve wanted to change the dynamic to something more, or else why would you be questioning his proposal so intently?

While you’re busy staring into the amber liquid in your glass, Yoongi reaches out to cover the back of your hand with his, breaking you from the internal struggle in your mind. “Hey, if you’re not into it, don’t worry,” he chuckles, with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m just offering my services. No strings attached, kind of deal.”

The question stands: why? As you stare into the hand that’s currently enveloping yours, you can’t fathom why someone like Yoongi would give you the time of day. It didn’t seem real – his proposal. But then, your gaze drifts to his face and after spending so much time with him, you know that Yoongi isn’t one to joke around.

“Don’t think about it too hard, okay?” He speaks just as he spies the waiter coming towards you with your check. “Looks like the bar’s going to close pretty soon. So, how about we get out of here and call it a night?”

---

That night, you toss and turn in your sheets, feeling a sense of emptiness. You can’t help but replay the scene from the bar – specifically Yoongi's nonchalant proposal.

Unable to sleep, you think. And then you think some more. Until your head is swimming with alcohol and something else.

And that’s when you call Yoongi at 3:22 in the morning, slightly surprised that he’s still awake.

"On the topic of what we talked about in the bar tonight…” you begin, biting your bottom lip nervously.

Yoongi groans on the other line. “I’m serious when I said you shouldn’t worry about it. We’re cool. If you’re not into the idea, I get—”

You cut him off before he could ramble further, smirking into the phone. “How confident are you?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi chuckles. “Wear a skirt and you’ll find out tomorrow, hm?”

---

It isn’t strange for you to be seated next to Yoongi during the manager’s meeting, especially since how closely you have to work with the sound department, but you can’t help but squirm in your seat as you attempt to listen to Namjoon summarizing the development reports he received in preparation for the launch.

Your seat is pushed almost flushed against the table, with the edge digging into your abdomen, to hide Yoongi’s fingers that are currently trailing ambiguous shapes into your skin. Coupled with the fact that he’s currently holding your panties hostage in the pockets of his slacks, every time you feel the cold bite of his metal rings when he travels higher, you clench around nothing while trying not to whine in front of the twenty-something people gathered in the room.

Taking a chance to look around the room, you’re only met with bored faces and yawning mouths, and there’s a subtle groan when Namjoon moves the PowerPoint slides to talk about last season’s numbers. However, whatever brilliant revelation he’s about to impart on you is drowned out by the roaring desire when Yoongi’s fingertips brush against your folds.

He whistles low while staring at the pie chart, and the few chuckles floating from the back of the room assume that he’s talking about the high numbers last season brought in, when in actuality, Yoongi’s pleasantly surprised at how wet you already are; your pussy sucking his fingers in down to the second knuckle.

The breath leaves your lungs when Namjoon raises an eyebrow when his gaze floats over to the two of you.

“Tell me about it. You really knocked it out of the park with the background music for the new area,” he chuckles, nodding his praise to Yoongi.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips twitch, a smirk threatening to take over his features. Oh, if only your coworkers knew.

Your poor bottom lip is bruised and swollen from your constant need to swallow down your moans. Sweat slicks all over your arms and back as you sit rigid, your legs pushed apart, and Yoongi’s unhurried fingers traverse your sopping cunt, taking care not to make too much noise in the otherwise quiet meeting room.

“All right, that’s pretty much all I have for you today. Thanks for letting me drone on for an hour,” he winces when he looks at the clock, “…and a half. Enjoy the rest of the day,” Namjoon chuckles as he adjourns the meeting.

You exhale gradually when Yoongi leaves your cunt as the others begin to stand. On one hand, you’re relieved, grateful that you weren’t caught because you were definitely breaking a slew of code violations while you’re getting handsy on the table. On the other, the strong need to orgasm only surges in your veins, wanting nothing more than to have Yoongi fuck you right then and there; consequences be damned.

“Aren’t you getting up?” Yoongi quips, an amused grin on his face.

You glower at his smirk, unable to form a sensible comeback with your heartbeat still steadfast on a thundering rhythm. When you do get out of your chair, the grip you hold on to the back is strong, your legs feeling like jelly after being teased for so long.

“I’m fine,” you grumble as Yoongi extends a hand – the one that was inside of you just mere moments ago.

With your shaky legs, you walk stiffly out of the meeting room, but not after stealing a glance around the remaining crowd to see if anyone noticed anything strange. Everyone, including Namjoon, seemed indifferent.

“And how was that?” Yoongi questions once you’re out of earshot.

“Unbelievably hot. I think I could’ve cum if Namjoon kept on talking,” you admit with a grin.

“Interesting,” he hums. “Do you have any meetings after this?”

Before answering his question, you look through your phone calendar. “Nope, I don’t have anything until 2pm.” That’s a lie – you meant to check in with your artists all day today, but the curiosity got the better of you and you wonder what it was he has planned.

“Come to my office in half an hour? I’ll make sure we’re undisturbed.”

Though he posed it as a question, you know it’s anything but.

Yoongi walks away with a smirk and you have to bring your legs together as you anticipate what he has planned next.

---

This is nothing like the meeting this morning.

Yoongi has you pressed up against the copier, holding your leg up as his fingers return to their rightful place inside you. The metal bits dig into your shoulders as you shift your hips, allowing him access into your deepest parts.

“Yoongi—”

The whine you let out is nothing short of pathetic as you rut in time with his thrusts. The sleeves of his dress shirt are seeped with your arousal, yet Yoongi doesn’t care, too focused on your pussy swallowing his fingers whole.

“Look at you,” he breathes, marvelling at the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. “So needy and wet. Keep your voice down, hm? We don’t want the whole office to hear us, do we?”

You inhale sharply before busying yourself with your bottom lip as he slams his hand repeatedly inside, his fingertips stroking the patch of nerves that has your body jerking in his grip. The coil has been building for some time now – your head is already swimming with desire. When his thumb presses circles on your clit, you know it’s only a matter of minutes before you come undone.

“S-So close,” you whimper. You’re arching your back as you’re practically sprawled all over the copy machine.

“Just let go, cum all over my hands,” he rasps before dipping lower to graze his teeth along your pulse point. “Cum for me.”

With a strangled moan, your body obeys his command. “Yoongi—fuck.”

While your team is out there, perfecting the project that’s due in a matter of weeks, you’re pulled apart at the seams – the orgasm slamming into you like waves as it cascades down your spine, making you shudder.

“Good girl, so good to me,” Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly into your hair. “So pretty when you cum.”

Your vision is blurry, filled with dancing lights as you attempt to calm your breathing. When Yoongi slips his fingers out of your cunt, you hiss, aching at the sensitivity. He massages your thighs with a hum, paying attention to the leg that was propped up for the entire duration of the… events.

“How’d I do?” he teases as he helps you smooth out the wrinkles from your skirt.

You’re honestly still reeling. Though your heart isn’t traveling a thousand miles an hour, it’s still clocking in the upper hundreds. Yet, your body did feel lighter, your mind also clearer somehow. You must admit, Yoongi orchestrated your body like an expert conductor – as though he’s known you all your life. No one has made you cum that quickly before.

Perhaps you should’ve kept those thoughts to yourself because you can see the way Yoongi seems to glow at your compliment: pride filling his chest along with a confident smirk on his face.

“Now, can I have my panties back, please?” you whisper as you hold out your hand.

Yoongi seemed to think for a moment, his lips turned upwards to the side. At your amusement and horror, he shakes his head. “I think I’ll hold on to these for the rest of the day.”

“Yoongi,” you state flatly, nervousness clawing up your belly, but you can’t deny the thrill either, so you don’t push it.

After he makes sure that no one seems to be paying attention to the copy room, Yoongi helps you sneak away, but not before filling your thoughts with some of his other ideas.

---

Your day passes like a blur, and you find yourself locking your legs more often as your distracted brain thinks about the events that happen this morning. The idea of Yoongi walking around the office with your lace underwear stuffed in his slacks makes poor company when you’re trying to work.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized that your assistant had let herself in until she called your name again with a cough.

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “I’m a bit distracted right now.”

Your assistant merely smiled demurely as she hands you a stack of reports you requested. “Here’s the information on the developments we’ve made over the past few months and the breakdown of the new region from the programmers for next year’s launch. We can start meeting with them to talk about what they want the art team to start working on.”

You skim through the details, humming along as your assistant explains the finer points of what is written. “Thank you, Suha. This looks good,” you praise.

Suha bows to you with a proud smile, but instead of leaving, she shifts her weight as she stands. “Actually, I was wondering if I could leave in half an hour?” she requests.

A mischievous idea pops in your head and you have to thread your hands together to avoid immediately texting a certain dark-haired man. “Sure,” you chirp in a voice too high as you fail to hide your excitement. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Yes, Suha. You’ve done a good job. Please feel free to leave now if you’d like.”

Suha claps her hands together and bows. “Thank you!” she calls out before disappearing.

When the door to your office closes shut, you fire out a text and hum, fingers drumming impatiently on the oak table as you wait for Yoongi to arrive.

---

“Took you long enough,” you smirk when he opens the door.

“Well, unlike some people, I was busy managing my team.”

Poking his head one more time to make sure that no one’s noticed his arrival, Yoongi closes the door firmly behind him, locking it in place.

“Now, why have you brought me into your office, hm?” he asks rhetorically before stuffing his hands in his pockets and pulling out the familiar garment. “Could it be because of this?”

You laugh quietly with a shake of your head. “Maybe it has something to do with that,” you muse, watching him approach with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. “Or maybe it’s because I’m just so stressed, you know?”

Yoongi chuckles at your insinuation before leaning forward until your faces are inches apart. “And,” he husks, wetting his lips with his tongue, “How can I help you?”

You hum as you grab him by the collar, crashing your lips against his as an answer to his question. In a spectacular feat, Yoongi’s strong arms lift you up from across the table, pulling you flush against his chest as he sits you down in front of him. Your legs wrap around his torso, causing your skirt to rise to display your bare pussy towards him.

Yoongi’s rough hands dig into the meat of your thighs as he grinds into your core. “Tell me. How did it feel walking around the office with no panties all day, hm?”

“Exhilarating,” you admit in a breathless moan, body aflame with desire as you feel his erection drag against your clit.

“And look at you now, so needy and ready for more. What do you think your team would say if they saw you like this?” Every few words are punctuated with Yoongi’s fingers undoing the buttons to your blouse.

“God, don’t ask me that,” you pout, arching your chest forward. “I don’t want to think about work right now.”

At this, he laughs. “Have you been thinking about work at all during the day? Some might say you’re a little distracted.”

Yoongi cuts off whatever retort you had prepared when he kisses along your jawline and down your neck, nipping the skin just harsh enough to send shivers down your spine, as he continues his mission to free your tits from their cage.

“Pretty,” he mumbles into your skin while palming your breasts.

The combined stimulation is almost too much for you to handle. With his hard cock dragging against your bare cunt and his lips attacking your neck, it doesn’t take long before your skin is riddled with goosebumps as you clamp your lips shut to stop yourself from moaning too loudly.

You find a moment of clarity when Yoongi unbuttons his pants, but just as you reach out to help him, a knock resounds at the door.

The two of you looked at each other in a momentary state of panic as you buttoned up your blouse in haste. Your hands tremble, making it hard for the plastic beads to slip into place, but somehow you managed to not wrinkle your clothes too much, though your heart thunders in your ears when you hear Namjoon, of all people, call your name from the other side of the door.

Making sure you’re both half decent, you unlock the door and yank it open, revealing a startled Namjoon in front of you.

“Uh… hey. Are you okay? Why was your door locked?”

You’re sweating and shaking, almost getting caught by your boss will do that to a person, but somehow you manage a curt nod, and when you lie, your voice actually sounded believable. “Yeah, just got a call about some interesting news from my family. How can I help you?”

Namjoon narrows his eyes in suspicion before shaking his head. “How about we talk inside?”

“That… um…” Your brain stalls for an excuse but fails. With a dejected heart, thinking that you’re probably going to get fired at this rate, you seal your fate and let your boss in… only to find yourself staring into an empty office.

Where had Yoongi gone?

Namjoon closes the door behind you and makes his way to your desk. You trail after him but before glancing around the room again. You find your answer when you sit down in your chair. Hunched under the desk is Yoongi, who has both his feet tucked under his chin as he grins at you. If Namjoon catches the way your eyes widen in surprise, he says nothing as you sit down.

“I’m just here to see how you’re doing, especially with the launch happening so soon. Is there anything I can help you with?”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, especially when you accidentally brush against Yoongi’s leg. “I really appreciate the offer, but you really don’t have to check in on me every single time we have a launch. This isn’t my first time, sir.”

Your boss only sighs, sinking into the chair. “I know, truth be told, I wanted to tell you that I’m in the process of getting your write up to disappear from the HR records since it’s really not your fault.”

“Wait… huh?” You blink at Namjoon slowly, genuinely surprised that he’d go through such lengths.

Namjoon only shrugs. “Yeah, I mean. I feel pretty awful about it. So, I pulled some strings and you have been granted your clean record back. That’s all I wanted to say, really. It just didn’t seem right if I brought it up in the hallway,” he grins, showing off his dimpled cheeks as he finished his explanation.

“Thanks, boss,” you mumble gratefully. “It means a lot to me that you’d do that.”

“Don’t mention it.” Namjoon chuckles. “Anyway, what’s with the interesting call? Is your family okay?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, unprepared for him to call out your lie. “They’re okay, I swear. Just some trouble with my cousins…”

Namjoon seems satisfied with your response, nodding after you trailed off. The silence feels suffocating. After a few more heartbeats, Namjoon stands to leave, calling out behind his shoulder as he opens the door, “Well, if you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

The instant the door clicks shut, you jump away from your chair as you help Yoongi stand.

“You all right?” you ask, looking him up and down before deeming that he’s fine.

The easy-going smile returns to his face almost immediately, giving you a full view of his gums. “That could’ve been bad.” Yoongi checks his watch and smiles, pointing at the time. “But, it’s now technically the weekend. So, how about we pack our things and get the hell out of here, huh?”

---

Yoongi’s apartment is everything like you’d imagine, clean and monochromatic with hints of blue popping here and there. Lining the walls of his bedroom are framed jerseys from a few athletes you recognize, all of them signed and probably costing a good fortune. Besides the decoration, there’s really only one other piece of furniture aside from the bed. Standing on the wall closest to the window is a black floor-to-ceiling bookcase, filled with all sorts of books and a few random photographs of his younger years.

But you have no time to observe fully, not when Yoongi pushes you on the bed with a quiet chuckle, demanding your attention once more as he kisses the length of your throat.

“Now, where were we?” he teases into your skin.

You can only giggle before the sound turns into a groan when his hand digs into the skin of your ass. “I have no idea, but I say, let’s just fuck.”

“Good answer.”

Yoongi doesn’t care to discard your clothing, choosing to simply ruck your skirt to your waist before his hands fit between your legs.

“Yoongi—ah! Stop teasing!” you whine, pressing your back into the mattress as you writhe under his touch.

“Not until I get a taste of you first.”

With a final peck to your lips, Yoongi drops to the edge of the bed before pulling you towards him until you feel his hot breath against your pussy. He takes his time with eating you out – alternating between licking your folds and sucking on your clit – as you moan and gasp around him. Your arousal seeps out of you in a steady trickle, a puddle forming on his sheets.

“Shit…” you grunt. “Do I taste that good?”

“You do,” he mumbles, the deep vibrations from his voice causing you to arch your back. “God, I can taste you all day.”

True to his word, he drowns himself with your pussy, paying more attention to your clit as you feel the orgasm slowly spreading through your body.

“Yoongi, wait,” you breathe, tugging at his dark locks so he’d look at you.

And what a sight he is to behold.

The bottom half of his face is wet with your arousal as he smirks up at you with pupils so blown out, they’re almost black.

“I wanna cum with your cock inside of me,” you confess, sitting up to pull him into a deep kiss. “Haven’t you teased me enough today?”

Yoongi hums into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your body before pushing you back down to the mattress. “I guess that can be arranged,” he chuckles.

With your help, his slacks and underwear are thrown haphazardly on the floor. His cock stands proudly for you to admire; with a leaking reddish tip and a prominent vein running down one side of the shaft. Unable to help yourself, your hand wraps around his length, causing Yoongi to groan as his eyes flutter shut.

“I thought you wanted my cock?” he teases breathlessly.

“Not before I get a taste,” you counter.

Chuckling, he props his pillows along the headboard before settling back, making it easier for you to crawl over and swallow his length. Intent on keeping eye contact, you make short licks around the head before travelling lower, sucking on the tender skin of his balls before moving back up.

“Oh, fuck—” he grunts, hips jumping up when you wrap your lips around the tender head.

While still staring at him through your lashes, you lower yourself until about halfway, the weeping head knocking against the back of your throat making it hard for you to breathe. You hollow your cheekbones as you exit, earning a lovely, guttural groan from the dark-haired man below. Yoongi places a hand on your head as you continue, pumping him in tandem with the movements of your head as you bob up and down his length.

Your remaining hand digs into the skin of his thigh as you take him deeper down your throat, until you manage to sheathe all of him down to the base. Tears spring in your eyes as you whimper around his length, but despite this, you refuse to stop, not when you spy the satisfied smirk on his face that only aids the desire that’s already strong in your veins.

The grip around your scalp tightens as he attempts to pull you off. “I can’t… I’m going to cum if you keep this up.”

His words only add fuel to the fire and you speed up your ministrations despite Yoongi’s attempts to make you stop. Saliva collects into a wet, messy pool on the sheets as you swallow him into your throat. The tears cascade down your face, yet you can’t help but smirk proudly, especially when his lovely eyes flutter shut and his mouth hangs open as he chants your name.

“Fuuuck, I’m going to c-cum—shit!”

You inhale sharply as you push your head down, until his soft curls tickles your nose. A second later, your mouth fills with the salty, bitter taste of cum as Yoongi jerks under your touch, digging his nails into the sheets. You help Yoongi ride out his orgasm with a few pumps of your hand, making sure to collect all the excess without leaving a drop behind. When you’re sure there’s nothing left, you open your mouth to show him your reward before gulping it down with a smile.

With ragged breaths, he watches you swallow with a quirk of his lips; one of the corners pulled up into a half-smirk. “God, that was so fucking hot.”

“It’s your reward for making me feel good this morning,” you wink.

“Are you ready for round 2?” Yoongi asks with a grin.

“I should be asking you that…” But your words trail off when you notice that his dick is still very much hard. “Talk about stamina,” you mumble.

Yoongi chortles as he studies your shell-shocked face. “You look like you’ve never been properly satisfied,” he hums.

“After tonight? I have a feeling that may be the case.”

The two of you burst into laughter before he pulls you closer, kissing you unhurriedly as his hands explore your body to discard your clothes until you lay bare before him.

“You really are gorgeous,” he mumbles as he draws abstract shapes into the small of your back. Catching your eye roll, he chuckles. “I mean it.”

When he sits up to capture your lips, it’s all soft and filled with an emotion you’ve yet to name, and you wished your blood wasn't roaring in your ears because it’s making it incredibly difficult for you to hear what he’s whispering into your skin.

“What were you saying?” you ask when you part. “I think I missed it.”

Yoongi only smiles, but it’s not the brilliant grin that shows the pink of his gums, no, this one is more subdued – delicate – as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing,” he replies, voice low and airy. “I didn’t say anything you don’t already know.”

It’s a strange response, but you really can’t push it further, because in the swirling abyss that exists in the dark pool of his eyes, lies an answer that you’re uncertain you want to know just yet.

Instead, you kiss him again, gliding your lips to get his to open, so your tongues can meet and have the conversation you’re too afraid to voice – for the sake of preserving the moment. You kiss him with ferocity, pushing him back onto the pillows as your hips grind against his hard length.

And when you lower yourself onto his cock, you forget the vow you made, because in this moment, with the moonlight filtering past the sheer curtains in his room, Yoongi is breath-taking. With his soft, dark hair splaying all over the pillows and his slightly swollen lips parted open in a quiet moan; you know you’ve fallen in love. Yoongi’s sincerity is your undoing, ever since the two of you met and sat next to each other when you were interns, and now? As you learn more about him and manage to breach through the quiet exterior? You’re a goner.

And maybe you’re delusional, but you swear, when your lips find his as you begin to move, you can taste the faintest trace of oranges.

Your nails drag down his chest as you roll your hips with his thrusts. “Please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for. “Please, Yoongi.”

Despite your lack of instructions, Yoongi seems to know exactly what you need. “I got you,” he murmurs as he holds you before flipping you over, letting your chest rest on the mattress below.

Yoongi kisses your spine as he bottoms out again, making you moan into his pillows as he begins to move. “You’re so tight, shit,” he rasps as his fingers find your clit between your legs.

He keeps a steady pace, rocking you back and forth against the bed as you writhe with every drag of his cock and fingers. The only word that exists in your vocabulary at this moment is his name and without shame, you call out to him in a series of pathetic whines. You need him to know how good you feel, but without the ability to form coherent sentences, this is all you can do.

Though just like before, it doesn’t take him long to decipher your tells and he increases his speed, driving his cock deep into your pussy.

Finally, your tongue seems to want to move again. “Feels good… Yoongi…” you manage.

“Yeah? Me too. God, me too.”

He turns you over again then, so that you’re facing him once more. Yoongi crashes his lips to yours as he begins to thrust in earnest, pushing himself deeper than before. Your vision is filled with stars as you grab hold of his neck, rutting in tandem with his drive. What little hold you have left on your sanity wanes as the pressure builds – release so close that it leaves you gasping.

“Gonna-ah c-cum,” you moan, digging your nails into his back.

“Let go,” he commands, and again, he repeats, “I got you.”

The coil snaps at the sound of his promise. “Yoongi!” you shriek, tumbling down the chasm of pleasure. Your walls tightening around his length triggers a second orgasm from him, and with a groan of your name, he floods your insides with his seed.

“Shit… I didn’t—fuck—you felt so good, that I, uhm,” he stutters. Yoongi’s body shudders with pleasure even as he comes down from his high. With a heaving gasp, he collapses next to you, arms too tired to hold himself back up.

You pull him into an embrace while shushing his mumbled speech. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m on the pill, so don’t worry,” you assure him. “And if you’re worried if I came, didn’t you hear me scream? My throat is so sore now, holy shit.”

The both of you chuckle, the airy sounds mingling together. In the silence that follows, you don’t think about the feelings that surged in the midst of your coupling; refusing to acknowledge that he’s the reason that has your heart running a thousand miles a second. It isn’t just because of the nature of your relationship, but you’re genuinely worried of the possibility of losing a friend… and yet… Yoongi feels so perfect in your arms like this, with his smiling face smushed slightly to your chest. In the singular day since you’ve started this relationship, he’s made a habit of trailing shapes on the small of your back while humming quietly to a song you don’t know.

The soothing action pulls you away from your overbearing thoughts for a second. While planting a kiss into his hair, you ask him, “What’s the name of this song?”

“You like it?” Yoongi nuzzles further into your skin, breathing you in. “It’s my own original piece. It’s called ‘First Love’ and I wrote it about my piano back in my mother’s house.”

In your time together, Yoongi’s never mentioned his family or much of his childhood really, though you never thought to ask about them either.

“Music will forever be my first love,” he hums, dark eyes turning glassy as he recalls the memories. “I remembered slaving so hard over the keys that by the time I managed to master my first classical piece without making any mistakes, it drove me to tears,” Yoongi chuckles. “Ever since then, I practiced like a mad man, every single day after school. Just to play one piece after the next. My mother was mad; not because I was making too much noise, but because my studies suffered a lot.”

Your silence allows him to continue, but not before he peeks at you to make sure you haven’t fallen asleep. When your eyes meet his, the two of you smile, but his is much wider, a perfect showcase displaying his pearly teeth. He rolls over so your head lies on his chest, and his hand moves to trace shapes on your shoulder instead.

“My mother threatened to take the piano away, so I ended up working extra hard, on both music and my grades, but somehow it still wasn’t enough. There’s a time when she came into my room and ripped a bunch of the music sheets that I’ve painstakingly collected,” he sighs sadly, casting a faraway look towards the ceiling.

Your heart bleeds as he recites some of the words to the song. The lyrics personifies music as though it truly was his first love, but one line leaves your heart aching and shattered: Without you, I’m nothing.

It’s the decisive and almost unhealthy, nature of the words that cuts you deep. You’re not sure if it’s intentional, but it sounded like he’s shackled to his muse; needing it solely to live.

However, Yoongi isn’t seeking validation, nor is he looking for you to disagree, so you keep your mouth shut as he continues to talk about his life – about having to work two to three jobs while going through college and once he graduated, unable to find a suitable job in his field that lead him to work with Helion today.

“And that’s when I met you,” he chuckles as he tightens his embrace. “Something about you reminds me of the day I learned Chopin for the first time.”

“Why? Because I make you want to be a better person?” you tease, poking him lightly on the cheek.

Yoongi looks down at you with a cocky smirk. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

---

When you wake up the next day, the sun is peeking into the otherwise dark room through the crack in the blackout curtains. The bed next to you is empty, though the lingering warmth from its previous occupant tells you that he left not too long ago. Sure enough, you find a note on the nightstand tucked under the glass of water.

Gone out for bagels. Text me your order.

You’re smiling as you down the glass, reading the swoops of letters repeatedly before reaching for your phone.

You: just a plain bagel with cream cheese. Strong coffee. Please and thank you. Yoongi: yep.

Yep.

That one simple text turns you into a giggling mess as you shove the screen close to your face.

Setting your phone aside, your thoughts are too deeply intertwined with yesterday’s events that you can’t help the burning desire that flows through you once more. You’re satisfied; of course, you are, but the thought of spending another day with him, without having to worry about work for another day, especially with the launch being so soon, has you melting into his sheets.

Your breathing hitches as you close your eyes and lay back on the bed, caressing your own skin like Yoongi did the night before. Your fingers pale in comparison to his, yet you let the memories guide you as you tremble with every drag of touch against your clit.

“Yoongi—” you mumble into the quiet morning air.

You press your face closer to his side of the bed and the familiar scent of his cologne has you careen closer to the edge. The whine you let out is nothing short of pathetic as you rut desperately into your hand while your mind conjures up an image of Yoongi leaning against the doorway, bagels abandoned in the kitchen while he studies your actions with amusement.

“Jesus, wetting the bed so early in the morning?” He’d tut, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Guess you can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

“N-No… need you,” you whisper, hips raised from the bed as your fingers work quicker – wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs to make their mark on the sheets below. “Fuck—need you so badly.”

You press your head into the pillow while you crowd your pussy with another finger. It isn’t enough – nothing compares to the sheer girth of his cock and how effectively it stretches you out to make a mess out of you.

Three.

It requires three of your fingers for you to feel full as you replace your hand with the veiny arms belonging to Yoongi in your mind. You imagine him leaning over you with his signature, ever-present smirk on his face as you writhe under his touch. He’d provoke you to be louder, punctuating his words with every drag of his fingers against the patch of nerves in your cunt so that everyone could hear who this pussy belongs to.

It’s sudden – how the forest fire eclipses your whole body that snaps the coil in half. All because your filthy mind conjures up a final image of Yoongi commanding you to let go.

“Shitshitshit—Fuck! Yoongi!” You cum with an embarrassingly broken whine of his name, your fingers plunging deep into your pulsing hole that causes your arousal to squirt on the bed below.

You crash back to the reality of the bed with ragged breaths. The room spins slightly when you open your eyes and you have to blink several times to get the squiggly lines to float away from your vision.

When your breath evens out, you survey the room you’ve neglected in the heat of the moment. You didn’t get a chance to see very much of it last night and with your brain so occupied this morning, this was the perfect time to snoop into your coworker’s life.

Like the vague recollections of his living room, his bedroom is mostly devoid of furniture aside from the bed and the large floor to ceiling bookshelf on the further end of the wall. With nothing else to do, you hop from the bed to take a look at the books, smiling to yourself as you survey the rare photographs in each shelf of a younger Min Yoongi.

As your fingers trail the large tomes of stories, dictionaries, and magazines, you stop when you notice a gap between the end of the shelf and a copy of Don Quixote. Curious, your finger reaches into the gap to produce a small, yellow notebook the size of your palm. The title on the front is illegible, scrawled on by a small child, so you decide to delve through the pages to see what lurks behind.

You chuckle into the book as you read through entries dating as far back as the early 2000s. It’s a collection of poems – written by the one and only Min Yoongi. The earlier pages contain stories of playing outside and ice cream along with brief glimpses of his intelligence as he laments about the fleeting nature of summer.

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he’s continued the tradition as you study the entries, his once messy handwriting morphing into the swoop of cursive you’re familiar with. It’s interesting to see his life in small glimpses: his teenage self agonizes over his future while the Yoongi in his early twenties begin to explore topics of dreams and goals.

You read each sentence carefully in an attempt to retain all the emotions he’s spilled on the page. Who knew that Yoongi has such an artistic mind?

When you reach the more recent entries, you hesitate, wondering if it’s all right for you to read through them. Unfortunately, your curiosity outweighs the small voice of conscience, so you pressed on.

The thought of Yoongi hunched over his bed scribbling into the tiny notebook makes you smile. You imagine the way his shoulders would curve inwardly while he balances the pages on his lap and that devilish tongue of his would wet his lips occasionally as he thinks.

You suppress a groan as your treacherous mind recalls what that tongue did to you the night before.

Shaking the dirty thoughts away, you return your attention to the last entry on the page. Unlike its predecessors, this one is short, containing only a title and a single line. However, the title itself is confusing - a seemingly random mix of consonants and vowels forming a word you know for sure does not exist in the English language. You figure it’s some sort of code, but your sluggish mind refuses to piece together the anagram, still dipped in sleep and the aftereffects of your orgasm. You grab your phone with a sigh, employing trusty, old Google to do its job. When you input the title into the search bar, for once, autocorrect comes to your rescue… but at what cost?

“What?”

Disbelief exists in the knot of your eyebrows until you reread the page in its entirety. Realization kicks in slowly, but when it does, you gasp, throwing the notebook and the device away to the floor as if they burned you.

Because the anagram spells out your full name. This entry was written for you.

And the disquiet in your stomach is due to the emotion so easily evoked by a single line, one that you’re all too familiar with:

Without you, I’m nothing.

---

“I’m back. I got a bunch of bagels because I wasn’t sure which one you liked,” Yoongi calls out as he enters the apartment.

The silence that greets him makes him smile as he assumes that you’re still tired after last night, but when Yoongi walks into the bedroom, your name dies on his lips as he looks on in horror: at the yellow notebook – his yellow notebook – lying face down in front of your feet. Your shell-shocked expression tells him all he needs to know. You’ve read the latest entry.

This all feels like déjà vu; just like the first time he caught you weeping in the copy room. His own bedroom feels foreign to him as he takes a hesitant step inside. Yoongi wants nothing more than to laugh it off as a joke, but he knows you won’t buy the lie.

“Yoongi?”

His attention snaps from the swirling patterns on the carpet to your face. Instead of fear, you seem curious, could he take it as a good sign?

“How much did you read?”

The voice that comes out of his mouth sounds foreign even to his own ears.

Your eyes drift lower then, to the notebook on the floor. “All of it,” you admit in a quiet voice. “I read all of it.”

The room fills with a blanket of tension. With a heavy sigh, you stand and brush past him, heading to the living room.

Yoongi’s eyes trail after you as you sit on the cushions of his couch. With an indescribable smile, you look straight into his eyes.

“Let’s talk.”

---

Despite your invitation, it’s you that sits mum on the couch next to him, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I saw it, you know.” Yoongi begins with a humourless smile. “The discomfort you felt was written all over your face when I recited that one line.”

You wait for a bit, holding a space for him to talk should he feel the need to elaborate. “You know, I feel like I do the talking in our relationship, but I’m going to need you to listen to me again, okay?” you say as you mirror his solemn grin. After taking a shuddering breath, you explain, “I don’t want to be the sole reason you live, because without me, you should still be something. I mean, you’re so… you,” you gesture at his figure. “Funny, and kind, and sincere. Someone I can trust and even lean on after all these years.”

His face doesn’t betray his thoughts as he refuses to meet your eyes.

“Yoongi,” you reach out to envelope both his hands into your own. “I love you.”

You can tell he hadn’t expected the confession, but his surprise quickly disappears as he laughs bitterly.

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ in this confession?” Yoongi asks sarcastically and his lips twitch into a faint hint of a smile.

“But… I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel like you’re not being true to yourself,” you advice as you squeeze his hands with your own. “That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be with you, but I just need you to know that you are your own person first.”

Yoongi nods as he digests your words. When he finally returns his gaze to you, he seems more relaxed, a genuine smile on his face. “Thank you,” he murmurs as he squeezes your hands in return. “I think I really needed to hear that.”

“So… what happens now?” you ask meekly, despite being the cause of this whole mess.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he speaks, and when he does, there’s a quiet surge of confidence that you hadn’t heard from him before. “I want to be with you,” Yoongi admits. “But I think I’d also like to take things slow.”

“We can do that,” you grin.

And the following week, it’s you that leaves a tangerine on his desk; a signaling promise for tomorrow.

moon’s notes: ah! don’t we love a semi-ambiguous ending? i didn’t have the heart to end it sadly, so i hope it still makes sense!! thank you so much for reading through this lovely little piece. i appreciate all your love!

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