#seokjin series

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The Light of Dead Stars (10) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language; alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content (making out, breast play, fingering, frottage, unprotected penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12.6k

A/N: I am sorry for the pain from the previous chapter but I hope this... yeah HAHA it’s gonna be a roller coaster ride. Also, a bit of a change for chapter 12 - it will be divided into 2 parts to be released 12 hours apart; that is all. Please enjoy this one and yes, this Jin makes an appearance💕

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Status: Complete

Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

Seokjin watches you turn around and go down the stairs and out the door, the image of you walking away from him embedded in his mind. It’s gonna sting for a long time, he knows. 

You’re headed for the stars, to the man who’s held your heart for years and whose heart you’ve kept so close to yours for just as long. 

Seokjin knows what this trip means and where it could head. When he accompanied you to see Namjoon back in France, the fear and worry that Jin felt was unfamiliar, so was the jealousy at the sight of both of you so close and comfortable, like you could spend the rest of your lives just gazing at each other’s eyes, talking, and it would be a life well lived. 

There was relief when you said that you’d just caught up, and even more when you turned down the man’s offer to run away to Italy. Seokjin was confused then, still getting used to the bubbling feeling of joy and comfort and perhaps little crush he was developing on you, which he soon would learn would be the continuation of the origin story of his broken heart.

This time is different. There’s fear, definitely; there’s heartbreak more than anything. But there’s also that acceptance, that hope, knowing that with the difficult decision of letting you go, you could be with someone who would maybe love you better, or just love you the way you want to, however that is. He could at least comfort himself knowing that at the end of it all, you’ll be happy.

The house feels so empty. It’s been that way for 2 weeks now, actually. Even before things changed, you were here - in the kitchen making him breakfast, on the counter badgering him to make you taste what he’s cooking; on the couch watching cooking shows, in your room, opening the door to yell something to him from across the hall. 

Who knows what will happen when you come back - if you come back. He made the first step to letting you go, after all; all you need to do is take what he’d given and then walk away. 

Legal documents have been drafted some time ago. It was one of the things you both talked about behind your families’ backs but neither one of you actually had them finalized. You’d both communicated to the lawyers what the provisions of your divorce papers would be, but neither one of you had actually read them, thinking it would be a while before you needed to. 

Seokjin wanted to give you that choice, he wanted to give you that out, he wanted to let you know that it was okay if you chose to proceed with the plan you both talked about, even if there was no one who’d be waiting for him on his end. 

Making that decision wasn’t easy. He’d messaged your brother about arranging the VIP room for your father, saying that you’d insist on the private one instead but Jin had always been adamant about giving your family the best care. Hoseok had apologized about you missing the awarding ceremony, saying that he can very well take care of your father but that you preferred to be at the hospital, and somehow Jin had been even more hurt, as he was desperate for you, and he hated that it affected him that much. 

Something about you missing the ceremony that night convinced him that you were drifting away for good. He doesn’t know how to hold the rope - if he should grip tighter and pull you in, let it stay loose until you make your way back, or let go because maybe you just need the push to make the decision to leave. 

And signing those divorce papers was him, letting it stay loose but giving you that chance to walk away at the same time. At least then he knows that he didn’t trap you, and if you came back, at least he knows you chose him.

He releases a deep breath, sinking into the floor of the living room and putting the TV on the sports channel on mute. He’d snuck in the envelope with the divorce papers inside your carry-on luggage, in between all the clothes, so he guesses you’ll see it when you land in Hong Kong. That’s about 4 hours from now, and he doesn’t know what to do until then.

He doesn’t have an appetite, and much as he wants to drink until he passes out again, he knows he won’t wake up to you at the edge of his bed, scolding him for being stupid, and that would be worse than his hangover. 

Getting himself off the floor, he decides to spend his time and money on this 24-hour arcade place that your best friend had told him about. But as he turns the TV off, about to grab his keys and head out, he hears the front door open and hurried footsteps up the stairs.  

And then there’s you in front of him, panting, with a look on your face that he can’t read, and the familiar envelope on your hand.

His heart stops for a few seconds but he recovers, returning to look at you.

“___, what are you doing here? You’re gonna miss your flight,” he says, trying to sound calm.

“I, uh, I found this in my bag, stuffed between my clothes,” you start, voice shaking as you raise the envelope. “I wasn’t supposed to see it until Hong Kong, was I?”

He looks away, not wanting to respond. He's scared that you’re angry, making this decision behind your back, not consulting you and being honest, something you despise. 

“Answer me,” you plead.

“You were supposed to see it when you got there, help you make your plans with him,” he says. “I wanted you to know that it’s okay.”

“Is it?” You ask, trembling. “Is it okay with you, me leaving to be with him? Is that what you thought I was going to do there?”

He chooses to answer differently, because he doesn’t want to lie. It’s crushing him just thinking of all the things that could happen on that trip, but he knows he still wants you to be happy, even if it’s not with him. 

“I don’t wanna tie you down to this life, ___.”

“And what is this life?” You press.

“The one you didn’t choose, the one where you’re bound to me, someone you don’t trust… someone who… who maybe doesn’t know how to love you,” he sighs. 

He should be fighting for you, he thinks; he wants nothing more than to do that. But he’s worried you’d back away; he doesn’t want you to hate him even as he loses you. 

“What if this is what I want?” You ask, surprising him. “What if this is the life I want to live, the one that’s with you?”

Seokjin looks at you as you slowly walk closer, your glassy eyes meeting his curious ones. He’d been so sure you’d take that flight, regardless of you finding the papers beforehand or not. 

“Is it?” He returns the question, sighing when you merely gaze at him. “___, you have a plane to catch. I… I can’t have you stay here and miss out on something you’ve been waiting for for years.”

“Exactly. I can’t,” you respond. “I can’t miss out on you.”

His heart races as you stand in front of him. The words are still processing in his head but there’s something in your eyes - sadness, hope, that ember of joy that he wants more of. 

“I’m not signing this,” you say, hoping it’s clearer to him because he doesn’t seem to be understanding what you mean. “Not unless you didn’t mean what you said last week while you were outside my room, but if you did, then I—”

“I did,” he stammers. “I meant it all. I still do, but—”

“Then again, I’m not singing this,” you repeat, hoping your calm tone can steady his pulse; knowing him, he’s probably unable to fully make sense of what’s happening right now.

Jin stares at you dumbfounded, and he finally gets his bearings when you call his name, softly, tenderly, like you’re asking him to come back to you. This is way more anti-climactic than you imagined. 

He steps closer to you. “Look in my eyes and tell me you’re purposefully missing that flight, and not because you’re guilty or sorry or whatever but because you want this, you want me. And you want to be with me.”

You cup his cheeks and look into his eyes as he asked, caressing his skin that you’ve missed feeling against yours.

“All of those, Kim Seokjin. That was kinda long but yes, I want to be with you.”

He releases a deep, long sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours as he tries to get his heartbeat to steady. He was already thinking of the worst - you, leaving and having a great time with Namjoon, possibly remembering what his love felt like up close and then deciding that’s what you want.

“Were you thinking this whole time that I was going to Hong Kong and then make up my mind there that I don’t want to work this out with you anymore? That I was just going to leave you without talking about it?” You ask. “And what was that, signing divorce papers without consulting me?” 

“Well, divorcing was our original plan. It was our out,” he reasons. “And I thought you wanted out.”

“That was before everything changed, Jin.”

“Yeah, but then I screwed up and hurt you so bad and you didn’t talk to me for weeks—”

“I was upset and you didn’t talk to me for weeks. You’re supposed to be the one to reach out,” you pout.

“And then you said that Namjoon wanted to meet and you were going to go and you said before that you both just had to talk to finally figure out what you were going to do and—”

“And it didn’t automatically mean getting together while I was still married to you. I couldn’t do that to you, Jin,” you respond, wanting him to understand that while you’d been scared and confused, leaving him that way was never your plan, and you’ve come to learn that leaving at all isn’t what you want. 

You did have plans to talk things out with Namjoon, but running away with him while you had a husband back home was never an option. You hate to think that Jin thought of it that way, that he’d been scared you’d leave him the first chance you got, and he had to make the hard decision so that you wouldn’t have to.

“You didn’t go to the awarding ceremony. Your brother said he told you that you could go but you didn’t. And I was waiting for you up to the last minute. It felt like you were slipping away and I didnt… I didn’t know how to pull you back,” he trails, his voice softening at the memory of that night and how he felt so alone, so lonely, thinking that’s what life would be like without you.

“I know,” your voice cracks at how he looked that night, so heartbroken and disappointed. “I’m so sorry, Jin. I didn’t feel like I was ready; I didn’t know how to face you, to be with you. I was confused and—”

“Confused about what you felt for me?”

You nod in response.

“Are you still confused now?”

“Not anymore, dummy. I’m here,” you pout again.

“What changed?” He softens, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, still trying his best to process you being here, in front of him, telling him you want to be with him.

“I don’t know. I guess it always just felt different with you, in a way that I didn’t care for at the start because I wasn’t used to this; I wasn’t used to you,” you try to explain. “All the ones I’d been with always demanded something more from me, or something that wasn’t me. And Namjoon was the one person who didn’t. All he asked was for me to wait but I’d been holding back on other good things because of that, and because of the fear that someone else couldn’t love me right but you were unfamiliar because you were good, and you were here. And realizing that - that you could love me… I guess I just needed to let that sink in. I just needed to accept that I deserve that. And maybe I just needed a push.”

“But I still hurt you and I’m so sorry,” Jin says, wiping the lone tear that rolls down your cheek, his heart hurting at hearing the things you’ve kept to yourself, unable to share them with him. 

“That’s past us now, okay? I mean, I was hurt and upset but I really missed you and I just didn’t know how to move forward,” you continue. “But it was like a coin flip, you know, seeing the divorce papers and realizing what they meant. And I just knew immediately what I wanted and it was clear… I couldn’t lose you, I couldn’t walk away from you, and I didn’t want you to let me go.”

“I won’t,” he sniffs, smiling as he wipes your tear-stained cheeks again. “And I’d have to say that that was cheesy and cute and I’m gonna make fun of you later but for now, may I kiss you, Mrs. Kim?”

You playfully smack his arm.

“Please?” He laughs this time, and you can’t help but join him but also gush at how adorable he’s being. 

“You may, Mr. Kim.”

Jin pulls you by the waist, his smile getting softer and softer the closer he gets to you. He kisses your nose first, earning him a groan, and then your lips a few times. You get impatient and cup his cheeks to keep him in place, deepening the kiss now.

With his tightening grip on your waist, your hands travel to the back of his neck, tugging the ends of his hair. The act elicits a moan from him, as he quickly gets lost in your taste, but it’s different this time, he thinks. There’s more desire, more yearning, and he can’t wait to do this everyday for the rest of his life. 

He seeks entrance and you immediately let him in, your mind feeling hazy at how good this feels - his adept tongue, his plush, satin lips, his moans that are causing your mind to imagine how much louder they can get. 

You want more of him, all of him all at once, but you also want to take him in more slowly, to let yourself savor all that’s good, to touch what’s real and what’s here with your bare hands.

You pull away as you slowly lose your breath. 

“Hmm, I was half expecting you to taste like whiskey this time,” you tease. 

“Oh, god,” he groans, doing that cute thing of covering his face with his hand and having that smile when he’s embarrassed. “That is never gonna happen again. I got so much shit from Yoongi and Tae after that night.”

“As you deserved. That was incredibly irresponsible,” you playfully smack his chest. “And all the beer and crap in your room?”

“I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to deal with uh, heartbreak,” he sighs.

“Then how did you deal with it before?” You ask, following it up with saying that Tae told you about Nabi when he was passed out.

“I focused on work, kept people at a distance,” he shrugs. “That, uh, that included Seri.”

“Is that why you never introduced her to your family? Why you never went public about her?”

“Pretty much. I realized I wasn’t fully in it to begin with, and even when I kept trying, I just couldn’t,” he shares. “And she kinda felt it, too. She’s a lot more perceptive than I thought, and I didn’t even realize that until it ended.”

“Is she okay, though?” You wonder, sincerely worrying about her.

“Last I heard, yeah. But we don’t keep in touch, so don’t worry about it.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry, too, for accusing you of seeing her behind my back,” you frown, earning you a soft smile from your husband and a comforting kiss on the forehead. “I was so caught up in all the emotions.”

“It’s okay; I understood where you were coming from.”

“But she really seemed to like you, and I liked her, too,” you add.

“Yeah, but then I like you and you like me, so where does that leave us?” 

“I don’t recall confessing, though,” you tease.

“Yah! I can’t take another heartbreak, please,” he pouts. 

“I’m kidding, come here,” you smile, pulling him close for another long, deep kiss. “I’d love to continue this but I’m starving. Can we do some husband-and-wife thing and cook dinner?”

“You mean the husband thing of me cooking our dinner, right?” He huffs, pulling you towards the kitchen as you cheekily smile. “Fine. Jjajjangmyeon and pork belly, then. Like old times.”

“Oh come on, that wasn’t even a year ago,” you chuckle.

“Can you just give me my moment, please?” He glares at you.

“No, because now I can tease and then kiss you right after,” you state, leaning over the kitchen counter to peck his lips. 

“You’re already giving me a headache,” he laughs, shaking his head. 

“I can always give you a massage,” you wink, giggling incessantly at his reddened ears and the soft smile that doesn’t leave his face.

You head to your room after dinner and take a shower, feeling the long day and the rollercoaster ride of emotions drain from your body. 

It’s liberating, being able to feel, and being able to acknowledge that feeling. You’ve been keeping it at bay, not bothering to look deeper and try to understand what it meant. 

Just like what happened in France when you started to realize the comfort of being with Jin and how it would feel like being with him, you just took everything else after at face value. You took his closeness as being more comfortable, his affection as still part of the act, and the sex as his need for some stress release. You just took them for what they were and what you wanted to believe what they were because it was more convenient for you that way - no need to be confused, to be worried, to be scared of what’s new, of what’s different. Of what’s better.

But knowing what it's like to almost lose him, it’s like feeling the rope slip right through your hands and your initial reaction was to pull so hard to not lose it, and that’s what it was like. It was all too fast and too much and you knew right then that you didn’t want to let go. Any later and it would’ve been too late - he would’ve pulled away before you even realized he was trying to pull you back in. 

You think of all the possibilities now, of what you and Jin can finally be, and there’s anxiety and excitement at the same time, and you’re going to be embracing that part of the relationship, too.

You finally exit the bathroom in your nightgown - a black, lacy one just because. 

“I thought you realized you made a mistake and were figuring out how to tell me,” Jin says from the bed, seated and leaning against the headboard as he watches you walk towards him. “I figured maybe that’s why you took so long.”

“I was still processing everything, okay,” you correct. “And if you could see me, I was smiling like an idiot the whole time. It was weird.”

“Well, I could’ve seen you but you didn’t offer.”

“Hey!” You say, wide-eyed. “One at a time. I’m still getting used to this.”

“Is that why you’re in sexy sleepwear for the first time?” He smirks. “Making up for our wedding night?”

“Shut up,” you say, crawling on top of him to straddle him. “Just thought that I don’t have to hide from you anymore, and I mean clothes-wise.”

“That’s right, you don’t. But you could be naked or wrapped in the ugliest Christmas sweatshirt and I’d still want you. Promise.”

“Oh, what a charmer,” you roll your eyes. “But thank you. You could also be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most handsome man ever.”

“Well duh. It’s my face, it’s part of me,”

“You’re annoying,” you tease, kissing his nose and his puffy cheeks. “But it’s okay, I think I can live with that.”

“At least you know how I feel,” he huffs, earning him another smack from you.

You settle comfortably next to him now, laying your head on his chest with your arm around his waist, while his one hand caresses it and his other affectionately plays with your hair. 

“I'm really sorry, Jin,” you hum. “I hate to imagine that you were waiting here all this time, thinking I was really going to leave you for good.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures, kissing your forehead. “You came on time. I was about to go to a 24-hour arcade place and probably lose all my wealth and my sanity there,” he chuckles, and you just hang onto him tighter, forcing the image of a helpless Jin, all alone, if you hadn’t come.

“You’ll never run out of money, though. But yeah, you’ll probably lose your mind,” you huff. “I’m just glad I opened my carry-on when I did. Otherwise, I would’ve found the papers when I was already there. I guess that would’ve been harder.”

“Were you looking for anything in your bag?” He asks. “Just curious. I know you like putting everything in your purse so you don’t have to open your carry-on for anything.”

“Uh… I was trying to get my mind off you, actually. You hugged me like it was goodbye and there was just this sinking feeling I couldn’t shake. So I tried to look for the envelope that had Namjoon’s letters so I’d think of him. But then I saw the papers instead.”

“Seemed like a sign,” he hums. 

“It was. And so I asked Mr. Lim to drive back here and he just drove faster without me telling him to,” you chuckle. “I guess he just knew.”

Jin hums again, continuing to comb your hair and essentially massaging your head, causing you to get a little sleepy. It’s been quite a day and your heart is actually still pounding. 

“How, uh, how’s Namjoon, by the way? How did he take it?” Jin wonders. 

You think back to the car ride earlier, how you’d asked Mr. Lim to turn back and head home, and the phone call that you made on the way here.

“Hey, ___. Are you in the airport already?” Namjoon had asked after he picked up the phone and you greeted him. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Joon, I won’t make it,” you’d mumbled, trying to figure out until then how to tell him everything. But you’ve always been honest with each other, and he’d always known what was going on with you and Jin, except for what happened recently. “I’m so sorry, but I want… I want to work it out with Jin. And I need to tell him that, I need to show him that. I can’t wait any longer,” you sighed. “I can’t leave, Joon. I need to tell him how I feel.”

There was a pause before he responded, the tinge of sadness and acceptance, unmissable in his voice. “I understand, ___. Does he, uh, does he love you?”

“He does.”

“What about you?”

“I will,” you responded, “or I guess, I’m starting to.”

“That’s really great to know, ___. You deserve love and happiness more than anyone,” he’d said, and somehow you could hear the smile on his face as he comforted you and told you that it was okay, that he still had other options but that you were his biggest consideration for taking the one in Incheon. He’d said he hopes you both could still catch up every once in a while, and maybe see each other again, too.

“Thank you, Joon. That really means a lot.” Your voice cracked at the sound of his voice, how it slowly softened, gradually losing the vigor it earlier had. “I’ll go ahead now, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you said, feeling like you’d finally let go of the rope that had connected you to him all these years. It felt final, but it also didn’t feel like the end. “Take care of yourself. I’ll see you around.”

“Joon was fine,” you tell Jin, as you wrap your whole body around him to try to get to feel him more, to remind you that he’s right next to you, and you’re not going to lose him any time soon. “I told him that you loved me enough to let me go, and he just understood.”

“He let you go, too.”

“I think he was just waiting for me to be the one to walk away,” you say. “Maybe I’m his dead star, too.”

You wake up the next morning in the same position as you were last night. You and Jin fell asleep after talking and teasing and laughing way past midnight, something that you missed doing after your vacation in France. You caught up on the last 2 weeks of being apart, of how conversations with Yoongi and Taehyung, and your conversations with your friends and Hoseok, went. 

Feeling all that you did after everything that happened made you exhausted somehow. Your heart was racing for most of the night and you only got to calm down when you laid next to Jin, with him assuring you that he’s not hurt or upset anymore with what happened, and he’s just excited to see how your life together will be like from here on out. You can’t deny the excitement, too, and it’s something you want to share with your friends.

“They’re gonna freak out,” he says in his gruff voice, his fingers drawing patterns on your shoulder.

“Out of joy, probably,” you agree, stretching a little. “These 2 idiots finally figured it out and they’ll take credit, for sure.”

“My brother will do that,” Jin chuckles, gazing at you now. “Looking back, we really had no choice. But I’m glad we had France.”

“I’m glad we had France,” you repeat, smiling as he presses his soft lips against yours, and you get lost in them right away. 

They’re just pecks but they’re so tender, so loving, and downright hypnotic, as he moves to your jaw and then your neck, shifting so he’s now on top of you. He nips on your clothed nipples, lifting your nightgown so he can plant kisses on your torso, too.

You moan from the pleasure, and he hasn’t even done much yet, but you feel so deprived, so starved, and well, apparently literally starving, too. 

“___, that was a growl. Why are you so hungry?” He asks, as he continues to laugh while kissing your bare stomach. 

“I don’t know,” you pout. “But I want you now, please.”

“Huh, so now you do? That’s not what you said last night,” he teases, recalling how you claimed wanting to have sex but being too tired to do so.

“I was still processing us, okay? And I just wanted to cuddle. But now I want more,” you say, trying your best at puppy-dog eyes but failing, as Jin just laughs even harder. 

“You want food, that’s what you want. I’m gonna be so distracted by your stomach growling.”

“Rude,” you frown this time. 

“Come on, I know you. You don’t like doing things on an empty stomach, whether it’s sex or not,” he states, and you can’t really deny that observation. “Do you want me to cook for you or we ask Mrs. Kang?”

He’s pulling you up now then off the bed, ready to drag you to the bathroom. 

“I’ll make it,” you say. “I’ll see you downstairs, okay?”

You wash up a bit and he does the same in the bathroom of his bedroom. You walk downstairs and prepare the ingredients for some bacon kimchi fried rice - easy and filling. You quickly message your best friends a summary of what happened last night, and they spam the group chat with all the curses possible, demands of how everything went down, and a request to crash your place tonight. 

Jin trudges downstairs and then watches you fry the bacon, looking so comfortable and sexy and so domestic. He’d witnessed this same scene so many times before and he always liked seeing you in your element. The way your face easily switched from smiling to frowning to satisfied in seconds always amused him, and there’s an added layer now in seeing you this way. You’re cooking, in this home you’ve created together, and there’s no holding back now. 

That’s why he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his head in the crook of your neck and taking in your natural morning scent with the smokiness of bacon and kimchi. This is how he wants his home with you to smell like, and the thought makes his insides twist in excitement. 

“Yah! This is cute but you know better than to distract someone who’s cooking,” you groan.

“I’m not distracting you; I’m cuddling you,” he corrects.

“Kim Seokjin, your dick is hard and it’s poking my ass.”

He merely grumbles in response, keeping his position despite you wiggling about. 

“Is that still from kissing me in bed, hmm?”

“No, it’s from seeing you like this,” he responds, kissing your neck and your cheek until you’re yelping and laughing and telling him to stop.

He finally detaches himself from you and sits on the kitchen counter, watching you cook the kimchi and the rice now. 

With his chin resting on his palm and his dreamy eyes gazing at you, he states that “fuck, you’re so hot.”

You choke on air, as it’s something you didn’t expect him to say… while you’re in your now-wholesome set of lounge wear and cooking breakfast. You remind yourself that you find him pretty hot doing basic stuff, too, but then again, you’re not Kim Seokjin, so he’s probably just disillusioned.

Your frowning face and shake of the head tell him you don’t believe him.

“What! It’s true!” He argues. “This is what being in love is like. I almost forgot. But then again, the last time I was in love was when I was 25 and she and I didn’t live together.”

“Yeah, so now may I remind you that since we live together, there will probably be times when we can’t stand each other, but we’re still gonna have to stand by each other, okay?” You say, recalling what your dad had said a few days ago.

“Of course. Your snoring was really loud last night but I still held you in your sleep.”

“Yah! You’re already getting on my nerves,” you scowl at your laughing husband. 

“I’m kidding, but yes, I know. I also know we’re gonna be fine.”

“I know that, too,” you smile, plating the food while he pours the coffee in mugs. 

You both start to eat, talking about your worst habits like you’re getting to know each other all over again despite having been living together for almost a year. You’re laughing at Jin’s tendency to lie down on the floor when he’s stressed when you hear someone gasp. Turning your heads, you find a surprised Mrs. Kang, suddenly in tears as she covers her mouth. 

“Oh, my darlings,” she chirps, dropping the honorifics as you ask her to but she rarely listens. “My eyes aren’t deceiving me, right? Are you finally together?”

She glances at Jin drawing patterns on your knee. The absence of distance between you two pretty much gives your situation away. 

“We are,” you giggle. “I’m sorry if we gave you a headache about our fight a few weeks ago. We promise it won’t be that bad ever again.”

“Oh, I trust you both. But I’m just so glad you’ve both finally found your happiness in each other,” she smiles, holding both your hands. “Our Seokjinnie has found love once again.”

Jin’s ears redden, and you gush at how adorable he looks. You reckon that Mrs. Kang had tried to keep things still a little “professional” and formal, given the situation, so perhaps now, she feels like she can be more comfortable around you, too.

“Anyway, I'll clean up here, okay? You two can go ahead.”

So you and Jin do, walking up the stairs and into your room so he could help you unpack your things from your canceled trip.

“Mrs. Kang is so cute; I didn’t expect her to be that emotional,” you say. “My friends are already driving me crazy about it. But I wonder how Yoongi will react, and even our brothers!”

“They’ll freak out, obviously. Yoongi called earlier asking how I was because he was sure that Mrs. Kang would be calling him for help about me,  but she didn’t. I have a feeling he’s gonna be so happy, though, same with Tae.”

“Cute,” you giggle. “Jungkook and Dara will probably threaten you and say they’ll cut off your dick if you screw up. Jimin won’t say anything because he’s your employee but he’s a little devil, too, so he can still ruin you.”

“How encouraging. I appreciate the warning,” he laughs. “But what do you say, let’s have them over tonight? I’ve been so devoid of human interaction the past 2 weeks.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you roll your eyes. “My friends already said they’d crash but sure, let’s have them over and volunteer ourselves to be roasted.”

And that’s pretty much what happens - they all come over for some grilled steak and lamb over beer, and have both of you to narrate the entirety of last night, with the background commentary from Jungkook and Dara. It was all going well, and you and Jin managed to get them to behave this time unlike Dara’s party, until Taehyung calls and demands you and his brother to go to The Belle Club Lounge since Hyun-a wanted to rent it for her friends just because. 

You and Jin immediately say no since you’re hosting your friends, but the younger Kim invites all of them, and Dara gets so excited that she drops to her knees and begs you to go and bring them, and you couldn’t say no to her once-in-a-blue-moon puppy-dog eyes.

And it’s why you’re now here, lounging at a cocktail table at the exclusive club, donned in an ivory-colored satin slip-on dress, and unable to keep your eyes off your husband sitting next to you. With his deep-cut burgundy satin top under a floral printed jacket, it’s hard not to. He even had the audacity to wear a gold necklace! 

“Is it working?” He asks with a smirk.

“What’s working?” You arch an eyebrow.

“Are you falling in love with me yet?”

“So that’s why you’ve got your whole chest out, huh?” You cross your arms. “You’re trying to seduce me, leaving your top half unbuttoned, is that it?”

“This doesn’t have buttons,” he chuckles. “It’s just this low and I never thought I’d ever wear it when Tae bought it for me when I went with him to France before the wedding, but here we are.”

“Hmm, makes sense. I didn’t think you would willingly buy something that sexy,” you tease.

“Hey, I can be daring!”

“Jin, the most you expose is your neck, and thank god that’s sexy enough,” you chuckle. 

“Ah, so you find the neck sexy, then,” he smirks again, angling and caressing it to tease you now, earning him a light smack on his arm. “But seriously though, does it suit me?”

“I’m kinda torn because I could swear every person has done a double-take every time they passed by here and I don’t know how to say, like, uh, this hot man is my husband, please look away,” you state. “But it looks really great on you, okay? And you don’t need to show skin if you’re uncomfortable just so I’d fall in love with you. That can totally happen whether you’re covered in plastic wrap or now. You’re that hot, and handsome.”

Jin laughs animatedly, amused by your lack of filter this time around. He always felt that you and Dara are opposites in terms of your appreciation and expression of sexiness, since your best friend is much more vocal about it, so it’s quite refreshing and even a turn on that you’re being a little more expressive than usual. 

“That’s good to know,” he smiles sweetly now. “I don’t know, I was thinking that I’m not just dressing as the Kim Foods President anymore, you know? I’m dressing up now as your husband who wants to impress you.”

You hum, internally gushing and laughing because this beautiful ass man of royalty really wants to keep impressing you, a commoner, with his looks. 

“That’s sweet,” you hum, getting off your seat to stand next to him. “If you also wanted to turn me on, it’s working, too.”

You gaze at him as you settle yourself in between his legs as he remains seated on the stool, eyeing you curiously as your hand caresses his thigh. It slowly makes its way up his torso, your fingers grazing the exposed skin. 

“Good, that means we can finally do something more tonight, then?” He asks, the earlier smug face he had on turning a bit more worried, shy. 

More. Of course, you want that, too. Since you laid in bed last night with him up to today before your friends came over, you just wanted to feel all of him again. Other than being tired but also wanting to revel in his laughter and softness, you’re also quite nervous, something you verbalize to him as he caresses your cheek. 

“Why?” he asks.

“I guess there are expectations now,” you shrug. “I wanna be able to pleasure you, to make you feel good. And do something with you that isn’t just fucking but you know, something more meaningful.”

“Those are valid concerns, but concerns you shouldn’t worry about,” he assures you. “I still think about the last time, even if it meant different things for us. You make me feel good, okay?” Whispering in your ear, he adds. “You’ll know when you hear me. I’m never that loud.”

Something about the way he says it with his low, gruff voice makes you shiver, reminding you of how good and vocal he was when you first had sex. And you could only imagine how much better it’s going to be this time around. 

“Looking forward to that, then,” you hum, kissing him softly now and tasting the bitter taste of the beer on his lips. “Maybe when we get home later?” You ask after you pull away. 

“I’d say we check-in the hotel now but I guess I can wait a bit more. I know we still have responsibilities and that includes making sure your friends get home safely,” Jin points out. “Looks like they’re thoroughly enjoying the free drinks that my brother’s giving them.”

You turn towards the bar where Taehyung, as the social butterfly that he is, now has his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder while also making Dara laugh. He’s got the bartender giving another round of shots to them, and when Hyun-a arrives, who links arms with Jimin, she asks for another. They’re all joking around and acting like they’ve known each other for years, leaving you and your husband shaking your heads because those 5 together can definitely mean chaos. You’re already agreeing that you won’t have all of them in your house all at the same time. 

They set their sights on you and you already know they’re gonna be pushing your buttons.

“Body shot!” Taehyung yells then cheekily smiles at you. “This would’ve been a thing at your wedding or mine but you and my brother were still complicated back then.”

“We weren’t complicated, okay? What we had was the simplest relationship I ever had!” You try to correct. 

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” he answers back, pouring the tequila in glasses and asking the server for some salt and lime. “But come on, a body shot each.”

“Why does it have to be a body shot, though? We’ll just take 3 shots each,” you bargain.

“Those won’t even make a dent in your system so what’s the point? At least a body shot will be entertaining. And that’s why we’re all here!” 

Taehyung is convincing, so is Hyun-a, after Jin points out that it’s a social event and there are people around; it won’t look good for both of you, he says.

“Jin, you and ___ are 2 of the very few people in this room who don’t have a stain on their records, no scandal or whatever, okay?” she counters. “Literally no one is gonna bat an eye at a body shot.”

You turn to your husband who seems to be thinking about it, and well, your sister-in-law is right - you doubt people would give a shit. Everyone in this club has been minding their own business all night. Jin seems to be thinking the same as he shrugs and nods at you.

“As long as you’re okay,” he says. 

“Yeah, I guess. Let’s be that fun couple,” you tease yourselves. 

He chuckles, takes a shot glass, and plays it safe by choosing to lick the salt off your neck. 

You feel your heartbeat quicken as he places the lime on your mouth. For a married couple, this seems like nothing, but you and Jin literally just got together last night, and you’re only just getting used to all the sexual things he’s making you feel and want. And when he downs the tequila - no doubt the view of his bobbing Adam’s apple making you all hot - you feel the noise in the club fade away, and there’s just you and him. His tongue against your skin sends a shiver in your whole body, and even if his lips merely graze yours, you moan loud enough for him to hear.

Everyone in your little circle hoots and laughs, visibly amused at seeing this side of your husband.

Jin smiles that smile he usually has on when he’s flustered, and you know if the lights weren’t dim, his ears would be bright red and it wouldn’t be from the alcohol.

“Your turn,” he smirks. 

You take the shot glass and make a show by acting like you don’t know where you want to put the salt. But you gently push his shoulder back, suck your fingers to wet them, then roll them on his chest, right on his exposed sternum that’s been teasing you all night.

“That okay?” You ask, earning you a nod from him.

You do the whole routine, taking the shot, sucking the salt from his skin more than licking it, then lightly kissing his lips this time as you bite from the lime. 

“There you go!” Dara hoots, her smug face making you feel even more flustered. 

You cover your face in embarrassment as they all tease and shriek. 

This isn’t really like you. Your socialization in college was study groups and coffee shops and house parties that saw you taking care of a drunk Dara most of the time. And when you got with your ex, he isolated you from your friends that you barely went out, as he liked keeping you with him at his place, so there was no space for things like this - like fun and excitement, something to laugh and talk and tease about. 

You turn to them, giggling, and Dara whispers to you that that was cute and sexy and she’s glad you feel comfortable enough with Jin and them. 

When the DJ plays a popular song, your friends, Taehyung, and Hyun-a all head to the dance floor, and you motion for them to go ahead because that isn’t your scene, so they leave you with your husband, who pulls you flushed against his chest and wraps his arms around your waist. 

“That was pretty hot,” he whispers in your ear. “We should play those drinking games at home when it’s just the two of us, for fun.”

“Hmm, that would be nice,” you turn to him with a cheeky smile, your hands traveling around his neck now. “We’ll have some cheese and chocolates, maybe have our clothes off. Maybe a nice, hot bath, too?”

“Are you laying out our plans for tomorrow?” He cocks an eyebrow. 

It does sound nice. Even just cuddling in bed with him sounds nice. Even going to the market or strolling around a mall or a park would be fine. Or reading a book while he plays his games. Or just lounging around, talking and laughing and making more plans. You know that anything with him will be nice and fun and something to look forward to. You didn’t think it would feel this good to not just wait on a promise to be fulfilled but to actually know that it will happen, that plans will push through this time around. 

That there’s someone to come home to; that someone will be coming home to you.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” He nudges your nose with his after your prolonged silence.

“Our plans for tomorrow, and everyday after that,” you smile. “I’m thinking about how I’m just looking forward to it - going to work with you, maybe having lunch together, what we’ll have for dinner, weekend plans…”

“What do you mean, maybe having lunch together?” He frowns. “Who would I eat with? And who would you eat with?”

“You have lunch meetings all the time, Jin. Or when you don’t, you’re working and eating,” you say. “And Jimin and I are literally best friends! We eat together all the time. You’re just a workaholic.”

“Yah!” He says, tickling your waist. “I won’t argue with being a workaholic but I’m literally your husband. And we literally work in the same company.”

“I’ll think about it,” you tease, but his playful smile tells you that he doesn’t really mind. 

You both start swaying off beat, going slow despite the party music in the background. You’re probably the only two people standing by the cocktail tables, dancing in their own world, just basking in each other’s presence, surprised you’re both even lasting this long in a club that’s decisively not your scene. But it still feels nice - being with your friends, seeing them enjoy themselves, while still having these intimate moments with Jin. 

“Remember when we were dancing during your grandfather’s birthday?” You smile. “I was so nervous then because you looked so handsome and you were so close to me.”

“Ah, right. I noticed you being a little flustered. I think that’s when you started having a crush on me,” he teases.

“In your dreams, Mr. I’m Handsome All the Time,” you playfully roll your eyes. “But yeah, I was a little flustered. But it was nice. Even the soft kiss we had was nice. It was so easy to like it, you know? I mean, even then when we were just playing a role and pretending, it felt nice.”

“What about Taehyung’s wedding when we danced? I was pretty stunning then, too.”

“You are so annoying,” you knee his thigh. “But also very correct. You look amazing in powder blue. Definitely one of my favorite looks.”

“That’s nice to know,” he smiles proudly. “But I was the one who was nervous then. Things were changing for me and I just wanted that moment to last even if at that time, I wasn’t supposed to.”

You know what he means, and while it seems like there’s still more to say about Seri and what happened between them and in relation to you, you somehow feel like they don’t matter as much. It’s all over, he’s assured you that much, and you don’t want either of you to dwell on the past tonight. Or ever. 

Tonight, it’s just you and him in your little bubble. So you just smile at him, and he knows what you mean, too.

You stay like that for a while until you complain about your feet hurting from your heels, so you both sit down, and watch Dara and Jimin link arms and twirl around like the drunk people that they are. Jungkook catches them before they both fall face first, and that’s your cue to get going. 

“Alright, children. Time to go home,” you say when they finally make it to your table. “We’ll drop you off one-by-one, okay? Then go straight to bed. Kook, I’m looking at you.”

“Fine, whatever,” he pouts, given that he likes to play his games and box during odd hours even when he’s just come from drinking.

You say your goodbyes to Taehyung and Hyun-a, who say that they'll see you all again next time, and you and Jin look at each other and wordlessly agree that it’ll take some time before you do this again. Marrying a fellow homebody has its advantages. 

Your friends, who are more sober now, are dropped off in their homes one after the other, and you and Jin are exhausted by the time you get back to yours. But not enough, apparently, as he pulls you towards him for a deep kiss right when you enter you bedroom.

You sigh into the kiss, feeling your body burn from the immediate pleasure it gives you. It’s odd, feeling this desire for him unlocked and freely expressed, and very clearly reciprocated, too.

“Wanted this dress off of you the moment you put it on,” he groans against your neck, nipping at the flesh. 

He removes the straps on your shoulders and lets the satin piece of cloth slide down your body, his hands immediately finding purchase in your breasts once he’s removed your bra, too. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t want you to remove this nice top you have on until I say so,” you tell him sultrily. The color and the exposed chest are too sexy for you and you want to savor it longer. 

He mumbles his agreement, as he’s now descended to devour your breasts, his expert tongue knowing exactly how to twirl it around your pert buds while his hand - large yet soft and slender - kneads whichever is free. 

You’re panting, as you try to rein in the pleasure, wanting to feel every bit of fire that he lights within you and across your body with every movement of his on yours, and with every moan he lets fall from his perfect lips because of how good you feel. 

His other free hand continues to graze the side of your thigh before pulling down your underwear, then finds its way to your hip that’s been grinding against nothing the past few minutes. You’re throbbing, he finds out, once his fingers toy with your nub and slip inside your wet folds. 

He moans a curse on your breast, and you moan in return. 

“Fuck, Jin, that’s so good,” you hiss, as you feel his two fingers - long and skilled - travel to that spot that has you keening immediately. “Fuck, keeping going.”

With his mouth still doing wonders on your breast, he gazes up at you with those deep-set eyes again as he continues attacking your pussy, his thumb now tracing circles on your clit that has you tiptoeing and arching in intense pleasure. 

“I won’t stop until you ask me to,” he says as he stands, detaching from your chest now before he proceeds to take you in his mouth again, his tongue now seeking dominance over yours. 

The kiss is deep and passionate and literally takes your breath away, as you feel your body going numb for a bit before your legs start to shake, signaling your impending orgasm. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m close,” you cry out, your mouth parting and eyes shutting to let yourself just feel and to just let go.

You do, with a low grumble of more curses and your tired voice asking him to stop. He slows down then halts, smiling at your fucked out face that he can now fully savor and appreciate without needing to pretend or hold back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles as he softly kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again. He finishes by licking your essence from his fingers with a wink. 

You swallow hard, feeling as if every action of his will send you down the path of another orgasm despite still being hazy from one. In response, your hand grips his top as you continue to come down from your high. 

“You’re beautiful, too,” you pant. “Now may I have those trousers and underwear off? Keep the polo, please.”

He does as you ask, holding your gaze as he unbuttons his pants and removes it with his boxers, revealing the effect that you had on him. You move towards him for another kiss while your hand wraps around his hardened cock, angry and waiting for you. You moan at the feel of him and he responds to you with his own guttural sound when you slowly tighten your hold around him and pump him a few times. 

“Fuck, you have such a good grip,” he mumbles against your lips. “I could come from just this.”

“Except you won’t,” you respond. “Not until you’re inside me.”

He silently curses again and you giggle at his reactions, then you nudge him to walk backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. It’s as if he just knows what you want, as he makes his way to prop himself against the headboard, polo still on but slightly lifted to reveal his abs, deliciously glistening with sweat.  You eye your seat - his taut thighs waiting for you. 

You crawl towards him on the bed, keeping his legs between yours, and you get a full view of Jin with his hooded eyes and parted mouth, who’s also getting a full view of you, completely naked and clearly wanting all of him. 

Hand finding his dick again, you rub your sopping cunt against it for lubrication before stroking his member until you have a good pace going and he’s moaning curses under his breath. 

You’re basking in how he looks, his chest heaving underneath that sexy piece of satin he has on, and even that is making your mind short-circuit. Truly, with or without clothes, Kim Seokjin is a sight to behold. 

“Shit, you’re so sexy it’s kinda unfair,” you mumble, mapping the exposed skin with your fingers.

“How is that unfair when you’re my wife and you get to enjoy all this, anytime you want to?” He bites back, earning him a shrug. “But really, you like this polo a lot, huh?”

He shifts in a more comfortable position as he just watches you massage his dick while you ogle his form, taking this time to slow down his heart rate as well. 

“I know it’s an expensive top and it matches your face.”

“Tae bought it in France. It was the other thing he gave me aside from the navy custom baseball cap.”

“Oh shit, that’s hot, too,” you moan. At this point, you’re just imagining his different looks and getting turned on by them, something he picks up and chuckles at. 

“Can I take this polo off now? Want your hands all over me,” he smirks. 

How he can ask your permission and then state what he wants you to do to him is making you even wetter, and you’re only able to nod as you watch him remove his top with one hand, leaving his bare body glistening under you. 

This man is really carved from perfection. 

His tiny waist looks delicate against his abs - formed enough that you see the lines and the dips that make him all the more sexy. His chest is hard and soft at the same time - there’s that strength and the smoothness, punctuated by his dark nipples and decorated with his collarbones that are protruding beautifully towards his shoulders. Those are broad and sturdy, and you remember sitting on them at the beach and feeling so comfortable and secure in them. And his neck, another sinful part of him - long and immaculate and so hypnotic. You haven’t even gotten to his face yet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” you say for the nth time tonight, feeling the desire heighten now that you’re able to take in most of him. 

There’s a fire in your belly that you want to keep going. This man is your husband. You get to savor this everyday. And he wants you. 

You give him another light squeeze before you raise yourself and align his cock with your entrance. 

“This okay?” You ask nervously. 

“Nothing’s holding us back anymore, love,” he responds, noting your sweet little smile at the nickname. “Want to be inside you, please.”

At his plea, you sink into him, your wet walls welcoming him like he’s meant to be there. He moans your name while you let out a sigh, letting yourself savor the feel of him as you slowly rock back and forth, his dick hitting you just how you want it to. 

His luscious lips are so inviting, and that’s what you attack first - soft and plump, and you lick and nip and suck as you please. 

He responds by bucking his hips against you - gentle yet wanting - and you get so lost in him as you kiss him heatedly, your tongue dominating his mouth now. It’s intense, as your hands have found their way to his hair. You’re pulling and raking your fingers against his scalp and you know he likes this, so you keep going. 

When you pull away, you smirk at his swollen lips. You trail down his jaw, then his neck, sucking him there, too. You don’t want him to forget this the next morning, maybe get him flustered when he dresses up and sees the marks you’ve left him. You want him to remember tonight and feel good, feel what you want him to feel, all the pleasure and desire that you’re now embracing and showing him.

He moans and thrusts against you continuously, as you both take your time and savor each other this way. Your hands map his torso while his own grip the bed sheet, trying not to get too carried away lest he comes this soon. 

Your mouth now travels to his chest, briefly looking at his fucked out face before you twirl your tongue around his hardened buds. You feel his whole body moving against you, getting lost in all of this, too. You leave more marks and kisses on his torso as you start grinding harder, more purposefully.

“Let me look at you,” he says with his gruff voice. 

So you sit back up, giving him that view that he wants. His thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing and drawing patterns on it to get you even more going. You play with your breasts this time, your head lolling back at the pleasure, while his free hand grips your thigh and pulls you to meet his thrusts. This view of you with your bitten lip and heaving chest is gonna be the death of him. 

His hands eventually grip you tighter as your joint thrusts get harder, faster, rougher. You hold onto his shoulders as you bounce on him now, with him securing your thighs as he meets you halfway, skin slapping against skin like music to your ears. You’ve started to yelp with every hit, your moans getting longer and louder and Jin knows where he wants you now - under him. 

He wraps his arms around you before he flips you on your back, kissing you messily and then sucking your neck while he continues to go deeper, his chest flushed against your own. You spread your legs wider and he shifts for that better angle, your legs slightly raised now and that’s got you feeling him on that spot that has you keening.

“So pretty,” he hums against your lips after he’d swallowed one of your moans. “So perfect. Want you. Under me like this, moaning for me. Everyday.”

“And I’m just here, love,” you say softly, and it makes his heart melt and set on fire at the same time. 

You sound so beautiful saying it, and he can’t wait for you to say it again but differently. But it doesn’t matter, as he’s balls deep inside you, feeling your velvet walls sucking him in so perfectly. 

He starts to go harder, faster, and sparks another fire in your belly that you can’t contain. He’s got his arms around your body now, and your hands move from pulling his hair to caressing his back before your nails dig into and scrape that smooth, expansive plane and you hate that you have to mark that up, too. But you love that you get to do it either way. 

“Keep going, fuck,” you drawl, close to crying now as the pleasure intensifies tenfold with how he’s sucking that very sensitive part of your neck. “Fuuuuck, so good,” you say, your throat drying up.

You suck in a breath and it’s like you’re losing it, and he keeps going harder, deeper, causing your thighs to tremble again, and it’s not long before you come, all at once without any warning. 

You clench around him, and his face contorts as he feels it. With sloppy, off-rhythm thrusts, Jin lets out a long and deep groan as he comes, filling you with his warm essence that has you sighing in satisfaction. 

He gradually stops and turns to face you, his forehead marred with sweat. Even this sight is so unfairly sexy, and he merely chuckles when you express that thought again.

“I love you,” he whispers as your joint laughter dies down. 

He knows he won’t get anything in return, but your tender smile says he has nothing to worry about even if you’re unable to say it back yet.

He slumps against you, heaving. You’re sure he’s tired, and he seems adorable this way as he tries to get closer to you even more. So you comb your fingers through his hair and let your joint breathing fill the room. 

Soft and flaccid inside you, he pulls out, leaving kisses on your body and your lips again before standing up. He pulls out his hand and lifts you up.

“I’ll just take a shower,” he says, heading for the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He winks and exits the room. 

You go to the bathroom and have a warm shower. 

It’s amazing how you went from pretending, to immediately shutting off any bit of compromising feelings, to almost losing Jin and now, having him this way. He makes you laugh and annoyed and smiling and flustered. He makes you want to keep working hard, to keep dreaming and planning and fulfilling all your goals. He reminds you of the beauty of the things you love - like food and travels and pretty sceneries and the sky. He makes you feel cared for and wanted and safe more than anything. 

You want him, all of him, everyday. It took so long and you’re finally here. And you feel kinda silly that he has to walk out across the hall for his clothes after every time you take each other. So when you exit the bathroom and crawl to the bed, you lay on your side and face him. 

“Would you like to move in with me?” You ask with a playful smile. “But then if you want us to use your room, that’s totally fine, too.”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckles, “so of course but no, this room is way better.”

“Really? I thought you liked the layout of your room better, that's why you chose it?”

Your room and his are technically master bedrooms since they’re the same size, and you remember leaping for joy internally when you ended up in this room because you really liked how it laid out and the large window gives you a perfect view of the sky from your bed. 

“No, I liked this one more. But I heard you tell Dara that you really liked this so I pretended,” he says, realizing that he lied at the very beginning of your relationship, so he apologizes. 

But you don’t see it like that. You think it’s sweet and thoughtful, and now, you get to enjoy this room with him.

“Let’s start moving your things here tomorrow, then,” you suggest.

“Hmm, and then can we do this again?” He smirks. 

“Of course, love,” you wink, then proceed to laugh when the tips of his ears turn red. “What! You started it!”

“It’s just cute when you say it,” he says. He yawns and kisses you deeply one last time tonight. “Let’s go to bed. Good night, love.”

You fall asleep immediately, face-to-face like before, but with your arms on each other’s waists, as if saying you won’t ever let go, not in this lifetime.

It’s been a blissful few months with Jin. 

You visited your family in Gwangju the weekend after you both made up, and your parents quickly warmed up to him after he cooked them a full meal in apology from several months ago. Hoseok gave Jin the talk about not hurting you again, and your brother passed up on threatening him with a punishment after you said that Jungkook and Jimin have that covered. 

You start to see his family a lot more, too, and nothing feels more liberating than not having to pretend in front of them anymore, especially as they continue to treat you as well as they do. 

And when it’s just you and Jin, it’s every bit freeing and exciting and comfortable as you imagined.

Between the morning rides to the office where you’re both bickering again, to the occasional lunches out that sometimes include Jimin and Yoongi, to the weekend market runs and kitchen experiments after seeing a recipe you both like, you and your husband learn more about each other in the simple and intimate things that you both do. 

And with the fancy dinner dates and corner cafe finds, the weekend getaways that find you either in Jeonju or in Taiwan for a food trip, all the sex in the comforts of your home, the rare moments of spoiling you with a nice coat and the necklace pair of the couple bracelet that his grandparents got you, you and Jin also find out the enjoyable, heartwarming, and most exciting parts about being a rich married couple. 

He still goes on business trips some days and you always either wake up or fall asleep to his voice messages that have you cackling and missing him at the same time. You go on your own trips, too, sending him your own voice messages that’s more teasing him than anything. You have dinner and karaoke nights with your best friends, and Taehyung and Hyun-a invite you to more parties at different clubs that now include Yoongi because Dara guilt tripped him that one time and you also think he’s really into her. 

You and Jin bicker and argue and complain about each other to each other like an old married couple, but one kiss or hug then you’re like teenagers melting in a puddle and smiling like annoying idiots.

There’s always something fun to do, always something new to learn, always something heartwarming to feel, and you savor every moment you have with him.

On the first year anniversary of your wedding, he took you to Jeju. It was 3 days of snorkeling, kayak fishing, and eating, and on your first night, as you both watched the night sky and the moon was shining brightly, reminding you of what he’d been to you during those confusing times, you told him you love him. You didn’t comment on his glassy eyes, but he did fall asleep with his head on your chest, holding you tightly. 

It’s been 2 weeks since that trip, and you and Jin still daydream about the pork belly from their native black pig, the abalone, and the scabbard fish dishes that had you both going to food heaven. 

It’s a Saturday night and you’re in the living room, watching a variety TV show that has you both laughing incessantly. It was a tiring day, as Geonhoo turned 7 and you spent his birthday party running after Jihoo and Sungmin. 

With a busy week ahead of you, you and Jin decide to just lounge tonight and cuddle. You’re currently enveloped in his body, his arms and legs locking your own, and his lips occasionally finding your neck for some sweet and teasing kisses. You ask him to let go but he holds on tighter, and you take to tickling him with all the effort you can muster, causing him to loosen his grip.

“Yah!” He yells, and you find an out and turn to him and tickle him some more until he’s weak enough for you to straddle him. 

“My tummy hurts,” he pouts, and you roll your eyes at him because he’s being dramatic again. 

“Mine was, too, but you didn’t mind me.”

“Just wanted to hug you, love,” he smiles cheekily.

“And I wanted to kiss you,” you counter, leaning closer but biting his cheek instead, something you’ve come to enjoy doing because they really do look like soft bread buns sometimes. 

“Yah,” he yells again, though laughing this time.

But your lips find his eventually, the soft kisses turning to deep and desperate ones in no time. You’re moaning in each other’s mouths now, and you feel the slick pooling in your pussy as his hands trace the skin underneath your shirt. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, as he kisses your neck and grinds against you. 

“Sort of,” you hum, taking your shirt off and then removing his.

He’s hypnotized by the swell of your breasts and your aching buds, but he remembers that you’re not the only ones in this house, and he’s not too keen on Mrs. Kang seeing you both in this position, something he vocalizes.

“We’ve just had dinner and she won’t come here,” you argue, rocking back and forth against his semi-hard cock. “We’re fine.”

“You’re a brat sometimes,” he chuckles, taking your breasts in his hands now and kneading them like how he likes. They’re soft and perfect just for him.

“You’re a bigger brat than I am, Kim Seokjin,” you say, moaning when he licks your nipple. “And fuck, I’m so wet now, this is your fault.”

He gasps and you laugh at his dramatic antics, but he’s so much harder now and you grind harder for that friction you badly need more of. 

He groans but you know he likes it, as he leads you to lay on your back on the couch, hovering over you and kissing you senseless, teeth against teeth, swollen lips against swollen lips. You’re both so lost in each other that neither one of you hears the doorbell ring, and it’s when you both hear the front door close and Jin removes himself from you that you realize that Mrs. Kang, indeed, has come out from her room. 

“Seokjin!” She chirps, walking towards the couch. “Your parents sent some abalo—”

“Stay there!” He yells frantically. “Uh, please. Don’t come any closer.” 

His wide eyes that shift from you to his caretaker make her own eyes widen in shock, as she realizes, upon seeing the pajama shirts lying on the couch’s armrest and Jin’s very bare shoulders, that she disturbed you and your little act.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” She says, but it’s more teasing than anything; you could almost see her smirk from her voice. 

“What was that you were saying, Mrs. Kang?” You ask from your lying position on the couch, totally hidden from her.

Jin frowns at you as you’re keeping her longer, but you just wink and laugh at him for it.

“Oh, some abalone. Your parents had them sent over after you both kept talking about it earlier,” she says. Mr. Lim brought them here. I’ll keep them and maybe make some porridge? Or over egg noodles?”

“Ah, that would be great,” Jin yelps, as you start to palm his cock to tease. He glares at you and you respond with a silent chuckle. “We, uh, we’ll just continue this upstairs,” he says, trying to reach for your clothes but you’ve locked him in place. 

“Can you, uh, can you reach those for me, please?” He asks Mrs. Kang.

“Oh sure,” she smiles, taking your shirts and passing them over to him. “I’m sorry for disturbing you but you two have fun. Be careful not to break another lampshade, okay?” She chuckles as she walks away, and you and Jin both laugh because she definitely knows that it wasn’t because you were trying to move the night table and it broke, as you told her. 

“I bet she could hear us,” you say, putting on your shirt upon Jin’s insistence to move to your bedroom. 

“I’m sure, but she doesn’t have to see us,” he pouts. “You wanted this and I had to be the one embarrassed!”

“Oh, shush. You liked it,” you tease. “But I’m sorry and I’ll definitely make it up to you upstairs, yeah?”

“Fuck, let’s go,” he groans, standing up and pulling you off the couch. 

You both make it to your room, laughing all the way up, and you’re about to put each other in the mood again when your phones start ringing. You check yours and see dozens of messages from your group chat and then individually from your friends and your brother, your heart stopping at the words you see. Jin has several from Yoongi and his siblings, too, and he mirrors your shocked reaction.

“Jin? How… what… what’s going on?” You tremble, as you try to process what you’re reading. “How did this happen?”

He looks at you with glassy eyes, the same questions you just uttered swimming in his mind as well.

“I thought it was all over with her,” you croak. “You said it was all okay. That she was okay.”

Jin looks at his phone and reads the tabloid headline that his sister had sent over and over again. 

Not so loyal Mr. Kim? Recent photos of Kim Foods Inc. President’s intimate moments with another employee, LEAKED!

“That's what I thought,” he responds with a shaky voice, unbelieving that all of this is even happening. “I… I thought it was all over, too.”

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lessons in love | ksj

riddled with anxiety at the beginning of your master’s degree, you found just the piece of peace you needed in a tiny, hidden cafe by your university with great coffee, a mellow ambiance, and one of the cafe’s regulars… the handsome teacher with a warm laugh you couldn’t help but listen to.

chapter one!

tags: ~3.3k words / jin x (f) reader / fluff / strangers to ..... / teacher!jin / teacher AU but yn is not jin’s student!! jin teaches kids, she is a master’s student / also a bit of a coffee shop au since it’s their meeting place / chapter 1 of a series <3 / i would really appreciate any feedback with this one, especially considering it’s the first chapter of my first series! <3 (could be taken as its own little meet-cute if you want to read it that way, but i have more coming) / happy birthday, seokjin <3 (he's still 29 in this fic shhhh)

tw: mentions of anxiety - yn / reader has anxiety, it'll pop up within the series later on....

banner: by the amazing @playmetheclassicss @classicseffects <3

Peace and a reassuring sign were all you needed as you walked out of the university on that cold autumn day…. The breeze prickling your skin did nothing to distract you from the anxious beating of your heart in your chest. As it always did at the beginning of a new chapter in your life, your anxiety skyrocketed. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the demands and the workload you began to face at the beginning of your master's degree, especially with your headache of a roommate in your apartment and your family so far away….

The only thing you could do to calm yourself down when you felt the panic settling in was to go on a walk and listen to your stress-relieving playlist, and luckily, the musical algorithm seemed to be in your favor. Though you compiled the playlist yourself a couple of weeks ago, you just remembered how great and varied it was. Every track that popped up after you hit shuffle, one after the other, put you in a better mood. Before you knew it, you completely forgot about going home and the mess you'd be returning to, instead mindlessly opting to explore the streets between and around your apartment and your university. The area was quaint. You quickly figured out the busier spots from the quieter spots in town, and just as you thought you had mapped out the area pretty well, you came across a tiny tucked-away shortcut between two roads. It was more than a shortcut, really, a little street of its own with a couple of closed stores and a cafe right between them.

It was an odd spot for a cafe, as it would go neglected by most people walking on the main streets… Walking in, you noticed nothing particularly special about the place; its modern, wooden interior was similar to many others on the main roads that were far more popular, except this one only had a handful of customers who undoubtedly also smelled the strong, lingering scents of coffee and sugar in the air. The atmosphere was quiet and mellow, with no obstructive decals, noisy customers, or loud music, and long, wooden tables that would make for a great workspace when you needed to work somewhere that wasn't the library or your apartment… The barista's counter and cash register housed a selection of delicious-looking pastries and snacks, but for now, their decent and well-priced latte would suffice… You would definitely be returning…

-

Within no time, you had become a regular at the cafe, the baristas recognizing you and preparing your coffee order without you even having to tell them most days.

It was perfect.

With its inconspicuous location you realized was exactly halfway between your university and your apartment, it proved to really be the best working environment you found so far, as you suspected, and the perfect coffee stop to, from, and between classes. It was the exact piece of peace you needed at the start of your term. Whenever you were in the cafe, you could just work to your heart's desire without having to worry about fellow students or your roommate pestering you, and you even occasionally allowed yourself to get distracted and procrastinate, too, without the pressure of the library.

It was never that busy - some passersby during the typical busier hours and a few regulars. There was the old man who was present every afternoon, sipping a cup of tea as he read a crime novel, the pair of teenage girls who came in for hot chocolates or extra sweet lattes and sat in the corner, a couple of other students who seemed to be undergrads…..

And then there was the teacher….

At least, you assumed he was a teacher. Or a teaching assistant. He looked too young to tell, even after the half a dozen times you had seen him after first noticing him during your second week of visiting the cafe. Every time you saw him, he was working away on one of the cafe's other wide tables or countertops, either on his laptop or making his way through a stack of papers with a red pen - the first signal that gave you a hint to his profession, as well as the button-down shirts with the cartoonish ties he added to them, which were always a fun bonus to spot. Weekday afternoons, in that state, were the only times he ever looked like a teacher. During the weekends or the occasional evening visit, when he dressed in bright-colored hoodies with his laptop… He looked so young that you could've bet he was a student, maybe even an undergrad. And with his shaggy hair that was too long to be short, small strands sticking out both at the top of his head and against his delicate features… you had to admit, he was handsome… but that wasn't what you found most interesting about him….

It was a peculiar thing. Every time he worked, he laughed. You noticed it the third or fourth time you saw him at the cafe when you cursed yourself for accidentally leaving your headphones at home, and then you couldn't un-notice it, the sound of his laughter even creeping in through your headphones the following visits. He never seemed to be laughing AT his students' work… and he rarely wore headphones, so he surely wasn't watching Netflix or even listening to a funny podcast…. He laughed loudly and squeakily, without a hint of shame, as though he wasn't surrounded by strangers. One might've found his loud laugh rude or perplexing, especially considering he laughed as he graded papers... But no one complained. No one could deny the innocence in his laughter. He seemed… warm.

You couldn't pinpoint why you thought that - whether it stemmed from his child-like smile and demeanor coupled with the cartoonish stickers on his laptop, or your own intuition - nor could you pinpoint what amused him so much… But whatever it was, it was odd, intriguing, and adorable all at once ….

Ever since that day, whenever he was in the cafe, you made a mental note to take off your headphones every now and then just to listen to the sound of his laughter. You couldn't help but smile whenever you heard it, and amidst the stress of papers and research, you took it as a reminder that life isn't as serious as supervisors and lectures make it out to be… Attaching meaning to a stranger's habit might've been odd as well…. but hey, you needed the reminder…

It was one thing that eased those first weeks into your term, which felt like months, especially since you were away from your sister and your nephews, the people you missed most from home. You had texted her asking to video-call whenever she and her kids were free since you had nothing but research planned at the cafe for the day after an early morning meeting, and she called minutes after you sat down with your coffee.

You briefly caught up with your sister but could soon hear your nephews arguing in the background, which was too much right through your headphones and into your ears. Taking off your headphones and putting your phone on loudspeaker, you mouth an apology to the barista, who makes no protest at you answering the call, waving it off before disappearing somewhere in the back, leaving you alone in the quiet of the cafe. But the brief pause didn't derail your sister's train of thought, immediately diving back into her interrogation of your life as a student and, as always, your love life.

"These are your best years! Have fun!" she insisted when you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure there's someone right underneath your nose that's perfect for you. Look around, and stop hiding away in your work, as you always do. You just need to take a chance. If I could design a man for my little sister, it'd be a nerdy, funny, responsible boy that knows how to make you smile… not like that boring idiot you dated who never gave you a present, even on your birthday," she assures.

"Oh, please, that's what everyone would wish for their sister, or best friend, or themselves! And you're saying that as if a man like that exists. I'm done. I'm done hearing this, but I can hear my nephews. Put them on," you grunt.

"Alright, alright," she resigns before calling out to her sons and handing them the phone. "Boys, it's your auntie!"

It’s hard to make out what they say through the screams. You make out yells of “Auntie!” between requests for toys and very quick anecdotes from school. Apparently, it’s a big deal that a kid in class had a shark-shaped backpack…. You couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement, happily nodding and joking along to their stories, smiling at their innocence and excitement. They ended the call, apparently accidentally, as a text from your sister described, but you smiled at her promise that they’d call back later. 

“Uhm, excuse me?” you hear from behind you. 

Turning around, you see…. the teacher, who had been sitting at a table by the door instead of one of the closer tables that he loved to work on. 

“Excuse me, sorry, were you just talking to kids on the phone?” he asked, eyes wide.

Oh. You were so caught up in their excitement that you didn’t even notice him come in…

"Yes, my nephews," you sheepishly say. "Sorry if they were a bit loud. I didn't realize anyone else was in here." You quickly scan the cafe to see if there was anyone else you should apologize to, but it was empty. Even the barista was still nowhere to be seen.

"Not at all. They seemed adorable. I love kids. My kids - not my actual kids. I don't HAVE kids, obviously. The kids I teach… I'm a teacher," he explains in a hurry, "They're obsessed with these new erasable animal-themed pens? I don't know if you heard of them?"

"I haven't," you reply, noticing the twinkle in his eye.

"Kids these days are obsessed with them. Trust me. I don't know how old your nephews are, but regardless, I know they'll love them. I didn't mean to overhear, but honestly, it was hard not to," he giggles - as you attempt to stop your smile from widening. "I'm just saying, and those pens can be pretty hard to find, but there's a stationery shop around the corner from here -"

"The one with the red door?" you interrupt him, just as excitedly.

"Yes! They sell them. Just if you want to get them for your nephews…"

"I definitely will. I've been there a couple of times but never noticed those pens. Thank you."

"No problem," he nods with a smile.

You had never talked to the teacher before. He seemed polite, as you always expected. He actually was a teacher, obviously. And he taught kids, which adds to his warm aura, but a mystery remains unsolved. In a flash, you figured this was a chance to follow your curiosity…

"Uhm…," you begin, catching his attention. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm curious about something, and I just wanted to ask you about it…."

"Me?" he questions, tilting his head. "Sure, what is it?"

"I noticed you here sometimes, working and grading papers, I think… but you always laugh while you work, and-"

"Ah, sorry, my laugh is a bit much," interrupting you now, he giggles shyly, trying to restrain it as his cheeks turn pink.

"No, it's not that! I actually like your laugh," you freeze for a fraction of a second, realizing what you had just said - it would be a moment you'd keep replaying in your mind for a while, cringing at the sudden confession that escaped you. "I was just wondering… why? Like, what's so funny? Grading tests doesn't seem to be like a fun thing."

"Oh," he sighs in relief with a smile, his eyes wide and his cheeks now magenta. "Well, I believe learning should be fun. So I include jokes, doodles, silly questions, and the sorts within the homework and tests I assign and the slides I use. And the students' answers to them are hilarious. Sometimes I even laugh at jokes I wrote months ago when preparing the curriculum." 

"That's amazing…" - it's all you're able to let out, but you were amazed. 

He shrugs. "Thanks. The faculty and the kids' parents disagree, but since the kids have great grades and actually like coming to class, they don't really complain as much anymore."

You nod, feeling a slight ache in your cheeks due to your prolonged smile, and realizing you might've looked like an idiot, you instantly bring your hands to your face in an attempt to cover your expression with the ends of your sleeves. 

"I noticed you here before too. Are you a student?" he asks, grabbing his backpack and laptop, walking over to the large table by yours, and setting his things on it.

"Yeah, I'm a master's student."

He nods. "That makes sense. I thought that you don't look that much younger than me to be an undergrad."

So he not only noticed you but thought about you… Perhaps it was time to flirt, you wonder.

"Wait, so do I look old?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"I just said that you don't look much younger than me, so are you saying I'm old then?" he immediately jibed back.

Perhaps it was never time to flirt.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" you defend before the two of you burst into laughter. "You know what I mean."

"My reputation for being the 'hot, young teacher' is ruined," he sighs. "No, I got you. I'm just saying we look around the same age. I'm 29."

"Oh, I'm just a few years younger than you!"

"You see?" he says calmly.

"You're still worthy of your title and reputation, then."

Shit, did you just indirectly call him hot?!

"Thank goodness. I'm glad I have your approval. I needed it. So are you enjoying your master's?" he asks before you get the chance to ask him about himself further or take in his response.

"It's a lot of work, but yes, I am. I like studying, actually."

"Good, enjoy every second of it. I just finished my master's degree a couple of years ago and was lucky to find this teaching job after."

"Was that always the plan? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind at all. And no, it wasn't really the plan. I worked different jobs during university both times, and one day, a friend suggested it to me. I'm the oldest in my friend group, and I realized then that it just kind of fit? I never realized I had always been in this type of role before until he said it. I trained as an assistant for a bit, and here I am," he remarks, pointing at his sticker-decorated laptop.

"And are you enjoying it?" you inquired.

"Honestly, I am - more than I thought I would. I never considered teaching before, and who knows? I might not be a teacher forever, but I'm enjoying it now. The kids are just so entertaining, and I like the routine of it."

You nod.

"Are you thinking of becoming a teacher?" he asks.

"Kind of….," your voice trails off. "I'm considering it - it's one of the reasons I'm continuing my studies, but I'm not so sure."

"Why not?"

"I have a few ideas I want to pursue other than teaching, but I'm mostly studying because I just want to learn more. And sharing that knowledge seems like the right path, you know? Why hoard all this knowledge for myself?"

He nods, seemingly in approval. "That's amazing. It's a better reason to teach than me saying the kids entertain me."

You shrug. "I don't think so. If you're happy, that's the most important thing, especially if you make the kids happy too. They won't forget that."

"Yeah… You're right.", the teacher replies with a grin, his voice trailing off as he folds his arms on the table and leans forward. "But if you ever consider it, it'd be nice to have someone to share my title with."

He follows up that comment with anecdotes from the school, including a funny story about a kid in his class who entered a subject-based corny dad joke battle with him - the jokes were indeed corny, but they were still pretty funny and reminded you of the banter you and a friend once had with a teacher in high school, which you recalled to him. And, through it all, he kept laughing as though he had an endless supply of joy…

Your cheeks legitimately hurt from smiling so much, and a part of you wondered if he felt the same, in more ways than one, fearing that such a happy person might actually be sad….. But you had to stop yourself from overthinking and worrying too much about someone who was still more of a stranger than an acquaintance… You had just never met a stranger with such an attitude… It was just so heartwarming. Sure, you noticed him and his energy in the past, but now you noticed the way his smile turned his eyes into little crescent moons and defined his cheeks a shade of red every few seconds, the curl of his hair curled at the nape of his neck, and the way his eyes blink faster and his voice gets louder and louder…. You had to stop yourself from getting carried away again…

Suddenly the coffee machine's whirrs stop, letting out a loud beeping noise instead, and it's then when you both snap back to reality and readjust to your surroundings, having been too immersed in the conversation to realize that a few more people had entered the cafe, including the barista, who got to work on a customer's order.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I got carried away. You didn't even get coffee yet," you say, looking at the teacher's empty table.

"Please don't apologize. It was so nice to finally talk to you. My name is Jin, by the way."

"It was nice to meet you too," you tell him, introducing yourself with a smile.

It's then that he suddenly gets up from his chair and takes the few steps that separated you with an outstretched hand, waiting for you to shake it. He wasn't that much older than you, and people in your generation didn't really shake hands… It was a sweet, old-fashion gesture, you thought, as you shook his hand, which was warm as the aura he radiated.

You faced your work, as did Jin after he got his coffee…. but you couldn't shake off the lingering warmth of his hand against your fingertips, which did more to warm you up than your coffee did. Nor could you shake off the image of his excitement and modesty when he talked about learning and the schoolkids…

Just as your brain began to understand some of the words you had been staring at for half an hour, you notice via your peripheral vision that the teacher, Jin, began to collect his things, slinging his backpack over his shoulders.

"I'll see you around here," he says softly, stopping for a moment by your table with raised eyebrows.

"See you," you reply with a smile. Hearing his footsteps as he walks out the door behind you, you blink at the bright screen in front of you.

Now, some reading…. No charming distractions.

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Seokjin Series (X)

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

When You Left Us [pt2] [pt3] by @yoongiphoria single dad!Seokjin, absent mom!reader Summary: All Seokjin has left of you is your daughter.

Ambrosia by @hear-me-growl s millionaire!Seokjin, bartender!reader, nyotaimori model!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: “You taste delicious, sweet cheeks.”

Insatiable by @heartbeatan s succubus!reader, strangers to lovers, supernatural au Summary: A co-operative, supernatural seven-part series.

Cash Money ² by @hamsterclaw s lawyer!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: Despite your better judgement, you end up indulging in a night of debauchery on Christmas eve with Jin.

Annihilation of You ² by @jimlingss post apocalyptic au, soulmates au Summary: You have one goal: destroy the world. Only one thing stands in your way: your soulmate. Looks like you’re going to have to destroy him first.

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Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH6 - A Blissful Day

I fumble with the strap of my bag while gazing at the gates of the amusement park. Is he here yet? He never clarified where I should meet him..

Maybe this is all just a prank and I should just leave. No, no, Jinnie would never do that. He's a good person.

"Y/N!!"

I turn around and see Kim Seokjin running up to me. The wind rushes through his hair, an angelic smile painted on his face.

"Y-you" I try to speak.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." He smiles down at me.

I blush, "you too."

He gently takes my hand in his and walks with me into the park. The butterflies in my stomach speed up at the sudden contact. He just giggles, "I'm so glad you came today."

"Why wouldn't I? It's not every day you can see the lovely Seokjin" I laugh.

Clouds swirl in the sky, a clear and bright sunshine smiling down on Lotte World. The light just enhances his beauty, he looks so full of life.

"How about that one?" He points to a tall ride. Though it wasn't the biggest here, it still made me freeze in fear.

"I don't know, I'm not good with heights.."

"It'll be fun! Let's just try."

We stand in the line. It twists around the entrance. When it's finally our turn, Jin gets into his seat and buckles his seatbelt. As I get in, he leans over and tightens mine for me.

"T-Thank you" I stutter.

It starts off slow. We build up energy on the smaller hills. When we reach the tallest one, I tighten my grip on his hand. We speed down the rails, moving so fast I can hardly see. When my vision focuses I notice the extreme distance between us and the ground. My breathing picks up, and he must have noticed. A warm hand tilts my face towards him.

"Hey, it's okay. Just focus on me. Don't look down."

I stare into his eyes, no longer thinking about the ride, "How did I get so lucky?"

"What was that?" He chuckles.

"N-nothing! Did I really say that out loud.." I shake my head in embarrassment.

"It's such a pretty day out today," He starts, "I feel like the luckiest guy in this park."

I blush at his words. We go on a couple more rides. As we walk around, searching for our next target, a rumbling sound interrupts us.

"Ah, sorry" Jin laughs, "That's my stomach. Do you want to get something to eat?"

"Sure!" I smile.

We wander around, eventually finding a small ice cream truck. We go up and wait for the two people ahead of us before ordering.

"I'll have chocolate" Jin says while turning to me.

"Um, could I get mint chocolate?"

The worker writes our order down and hands us the cones after they're done making them. We continue our stroll until settling on a bench in the park. The bench is on the small side, so me and Jin are quite close to each other.

I munch on my ice cream before Jin breaks the silence, "Mint chocolate, huh?"

"I love mint chocolate! I haven't had it in so long! Don't tell me..." I send him an accusing look.

"I'm sorry, I really don't like mint chocolate.."

"Really?" I gasp, "I guess that's okay. It's not for everyone."

"I do like you though.. so maybe I'll give it a second chance"

Before I can even react to his flirt, he swoops in and licks my ice cream.

"Hey!" I shout.

"Hmm" He mumbles while chewing, "Y'know what? It's not bad. Maybe it's because you're here" He winks at me.

"T-that's" I stutter, trying to hide my blushing face behind the small waffle cone, "that's not fair!"

"What? Do you want to try mine too?" He smirks while passing me the ice cream.

Hesitantly, I lean forward and try his. The chocolaty flavor of the ice cream melts in my mouth, closely met by a painful brain freeze. I rub my forehead and groan at the pain.

"Oh no, brain freeze?" He asks. I nod.

He continues to eat his ice cream while basking in the glorious afternoon sun, "You're so cute..."

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The rest of the day went by well. We went on a couple more rides, took some pictures at a Photo Booth, and had dinner. The sun was saying goodbye to us, waving it's orange and pink hues through the sky. We walked through a small park on the way back to my house.

"So, how do you feel?" He asks, referencing the date.

"Terrible." I reply bluntly.

"What?! Why?? Was it something I did?" He panics.

"It was the best day of my life. I'm sad that it's over."

"Oh," he laughs in relief, putting an arm around my shoulder, "Me too. But it doesn't have to be over just yet"

I freeze and look up at him.

"One more lap around the park?" He suggests.

I grin and agree.

——————————-

We walk up the narrow steps to my door, his arm still over my shoulders.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to go on this date with me" He said.

"Yeah, thank you for asking me." I reply, "Though I can't imagine why you did."

"Aigoo," he reaches up to ruffle my hair, "You were so charming when I first met you, but now that I've spent more time with you..."

I stand still in front of the door, fearing his answer. This is it. This is when he says that I'm weird or not funny or that he doesn't like me.

He notices my nerves and boops my nose, "You're more than just a pretty face. You're so funny. I want to go out again sometime,- i-if that's okay with you-"

"Definitely!" I squeal.

We agreed to exchange LINE accounts instead of numbers. I passed him my phone as he typed in the digits, sending himself a quick message so he'd have mine too. As he gave my phone back, I noticed the name he'd saved his contact under:

'Your Jinnie <3'

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Jingle All the Way Collaboration

Coming your way this holiday season! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you'll have seven fics to unwrap by @kpopfanfictrash , @leahsfavefics , @kithtaehyung , @yoonia , @cybrsan and @sugaurora.

All second chance romance. All holiday themed. All attempting to utilize the same quote: "The holidays aren't so bad with you around." Come down the chimney, embrace your inner Vixen, and warm up this season with the Jingle All the Way collab!

Content Creator: all amazing banners are made by the truly spectacular @kithtaehyung!!

(Links to be added as fics are posted)

Title: The Ten Days of Ex-Mas

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; hockey player au, second chance au, oh noo there was only one bed

Summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Posting Date: December 19th, 2023

Title: All I Want for Christmas is Joon

Author: @leahsfavefics

Pairing: art historian!Namjoon x art historian!reader (f)

Rating/genre: m (18+) angst, fluff, smut, second chance au

Summary: You have had a rough year following the mutual break up with your grad school sweetheart. On a whim, you book a spontaneous trip to Europe for the holidays to help get you out of the funk you’re in and assert your independence. It would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that you keep bumping into your ex boyfriend.

Posting Date: December 21st, 2023

Title: Back to December

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; brother’s best friend au, wedding au, second chance au

Summary: Ever since you left town to pursue your dreams, life has fast forwarded into one big blur. so when you hit pause to attend your brother’s wedding exactly three years later, your brain instinctively resets and rewinds. because you have to spend it with the very person that had been there at the start. the one person you regret leaving behind.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: A Christmas Fix

Author: @yoonia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+), secret baby au, s2l au, fake dating au on the side (more on that later)

Summary: One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

Title: Everwinter

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; ex-fwb 2 lovers au, second chance au

Summary: You told him you loved him, and that was a mistake. Because years later, you both meet up with your old friend group for a holiday trip, and neither of you have forgotten that.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: Miracle of the Season

Author: @cybrsan

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; angel au, second chance au

Summary: Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, a familiar face pops up and you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Posting Date: December 29th, 2023

Title: A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays

Author: @sugaurora

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); smut; second chance au

Summary: Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, an innovative talent agent promising to produce the most well-loved adult entertainment artists of the era. And that’s how you became an erotic market darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.

Ten years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with one last appearance at the biggest adult industry convention of the year. Only when you arrive, you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.

What’s a former porn star to do?

Posting Date: TBD

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bts + reductress headlines pt.12

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Our Little Love part seven - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

What’s that saying? One step forward two steps back? 👀 6K words containing: manipulation, toxic yandere men, non-consented acts of affection, lies, possessive behaviour, jealousy, allusion to crime and kidnapping.

“Little love,” Jin calls for you absentmindedly, frowning when you don’t look up from your book to answer him. It’s one you had read a million times before, maybe you didn’t hear him.

“Little love?” He tries again, looking confused as you let out a disgruntled sigh of annoyance.

He can see your jaw clench, something had pissed you off. Your foot became restless as you sat in the arm chair, it was only when Jimin cleared his throat obviously he remembered the terms and conditions you had enforced.

This time he lets out a big sigh, one of tested patience. He mumbles an apology before turning away, a bitter feeling creeping up his chest. Fuck, he resented the fact he couldn’t call you that anymore, it was like asking him not to breathe. Fuck fuck fuck, they needed to earn your forgiveness soon or this might actually kill them. Not that they ever underestimated you, but you really did know which weapons to pull to hurt them the most, and fuck did he have to admit they deserved it. Didn’t mean he had to like any of it.

Jimin follows him out, a quick glance back at you to see if you were paying any concern but of course not. Since the day you announced the break you’d been keeping your distance, Jimin had complained about it childishly with tantrum tears in his eyes but you had patiently explained you needed the space to clear your head. 

Jimin scoffs at the memory, feeling sour about it still. The pout he wears gives away his thoughts when they both find Yoongi in the kitchen.

“Little love giving you a hard time?” he says almost amused. 

It’s Jin’s turn to scoff dramatically, ears burning so red, Yoongi swears there’s steam. 

“We can’t call her that anymore,” he complains, sulking. 

Yoongi smiles a little, not because he truly found his hyung’s pain entertaining, but because he understood the pain. 

“It’s a difficult situation,” Yoongi agrees, “but the alternative would have been so much worse.”

Jimin and Jin stare silently at him, their gazes aggressive as if they wanted to hit the male but they didn’t because he was right. The worst alternative wasn’t expecting you to leave, they all knew they would never let that happen, but if you had become a ghost of yourself, if they had broken you so badly there was nothing left to rebuild, then what would be left of you? 

“When did you become so considerate?” Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. He didn’t like any of it, he didn’t care if you were right and they were wrong, you had taken away their most prized and valuable possession, you. He couldn’t help the internal tantrums as if someone had taken away his favourite toy. Call him childish, call him whatever the hell you wanted, he hated this situation, and he couldn’t hide it. 

They apologised, and apologised, and apologised, and you still gave them the cruellest punishment you could think of. 

“You’re still thinking with anger,” Yoongi acknowledges, knowing when Jimin cooled down from this he would probably be the one with the most regret and remorse, what he didn’t know is Jimin was clinging to his resentment with all his might, because once that gave way he would have so much to answer for. 

—

Men would pay money to see Jung Hoseok hesitate, but that was exactly what he was doing now. Another book in your hand (you were reading a bit too much lately, he didn’t like it, it was as if you knew you couldn’t leave physically so you were doing so mentally), and he was stalling himself with interrupting you. 

Your rejection cut holes into him, and that’s what he was afraid of when approaching you today. When he was younger he used to be afraid of everything, but after indulging in the horrors of survival and the syndicate, nothing terrified him any more, or so he thought before his heart belonged to you. 

“Litt-” he catches himself before he says it too loud, clearing his throat quietly hoping you didn’t hear him. “Y/n?”

He sounds more confident, his more serious persona going up as if that would protect him here. He knew he needed it, any sane person after experiencing his pleasure and pain games would run at the sight of him, and a part of him was getting ready to catch you if you did.

You look at him and it has him crumbling. Something in his chest physically hurts him so bad he thinks he needs to go see a specialist, one glance from you and he’s ready to beg on his knees again for your forgiveness. The distance between you, although you were here in front of him, killed him. It felt eerily similar to what it did when you left, and it confused his brain and body so much. 

He had to remind himself every day, you were still here, you still loved them, this was just temporary. 

“I-I wasjus- I was just heading to the b-basment,” forget money, men would lay down their lives to see Jung Hoseok stutter and stumble over his words. 

You frown in question when he doesn’t continue, but stares at you expectantly, until he realises he hadn’t explained what he wanted.

“For a workout!” He rectifies himself quickly before taking a breath to calm himself, “I wondered if you wanted to join me?”

He mentally pats himself on the back quickly for sounding more put together, but then his nerves start to shake again when you don’t respond immediately. You contemplate it, for too long in his eyes, stretching out the pause until you have the man sweating. Who needs a work out, just piss your girlfriend off and try to spend time with her while she's still mad. 

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, finally putting down your book (he should get Jimin to burn them all). “I’ll go get changed.”

The relief and joy that floods Hobi almost makes him pass out, a genuine smile he hasn’t felt on his own face for days bursts through. This was a step in the right direction, you didn’t hate him or you would’ve shut him down. With the amount of hope in his system, he was getting giddy.

—

You wanted some time alone this evening, without them lingering around you, with poor attempts of covering their intentions with busying themselves. As if you couldn’t see Jimin’s imploring stare as he walked past you from the corner of your eyes. Or the way Jin would walk towards you, hesitate and then walk away. 

You didn’t say they couldn’t talk to you, you were just on a break. Part of you knows you should seek them out and start civil conversation but that part also knew once you opened the door they would come barging through. An inch would turn into a mile and you would be back where you started. 

So now you were busying yourself with the world’s worst chore, just to escape and breathe for a second, laundry. You were sorting through the load at a snail’s pace, knowing when you were done you’d have to endure them again. You’re so embedded in your own thoughts you don’t feel another presence join you.  

Arms wrap around you, making you still. His figure almost engulfs you from behind, his nose already finding purchase on your neck as he buries himself against you. You try not to sigh, you were sick of hearing the sound yourself but it was always  one of patience.

You understood how hard it was for them to accept your decision for a ‘break’, but all you wanted was some respect for it. And this broke your no touching rule.

“Tae let go,” you say without an ounce of emotion, continuing sorting out the laundry in front of you.

His only reaction to your words is the opposite of course, holding you tighter against him making your heart skip too many beats to count. Your skin sizzled with something akin to longing, a fire he only seemed to ignite when his breath hit your neck.

You don’t give in. You throw the item of clothing in your hand down, both hands on the edge of the basket as you still, standing statue as he tries his hardest to work through your defences. You don’t respond when he nuzzles his nose against where he’s buried, or to the rumble of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. His eyes are closed, you know they are, he’s relishing the moment all he can before you take it away.

He doesn’t feel you respond the way he wants you to, he wants you to melt against him and the urge is so strong but somehow you resist. He whines, the sound so soft near your ears you almost miss it. He tries holding you tighter still, his thumb stroking soft circles on your skin, trying to tempt you to break your resolve. Gentle, almost whisper like kisses are placed on your shoulder as he finally breaks away.

“Are you done?” You say almost coldly as he steps back, picking back up another item of clothing.

You hear him sniff but you don’t let it move you.

“Heaven, please,” he begs, a fist in your top clutching onto you.

That’s when you turn to face him. If he expects to see any softness in your gaze he’s sorely mistaken, it’s not a glare you’re giving him but it’s close enough that it burns. You don’t even flinch when you see tears in his eyes.

“I asked you not to touch me,” you state quietly but your words are firm. “Or that if you did, you asked first.”

He looks down, partly in shame, partly in grief. You can’t stand to see the sight, it makes your heart ache, so you walk away.

—

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks for your attention, biting his lips in worry. “Can I ask you about the book you’re reading?”

The others in the room feel an overwhelming sense of envy when you smile at the maknae. Jimin’s jaw goes slack as you scoot over to let Jungkook sit beside you. Envy was a dangerous thing, how he wanted to pluck the youngest of them out of the seat and take his place, but he hadn’t calmed his emotions down enough yet to approach you properly, and he knew if he did he’d ruin whatever rebuilding the others had done. No, he had to be patient with himself and withdraw, even if that meant physically. He was playing cards with Yoongi and Seokjin, but he places his cards down and leaves. 

Jin’s pout overtakes his face when he turns away from the sight of Jungkook grinning while you talk animatedly, putting down a card without thinking and letting Yoongi take the win this round. Yoongi didn’t even notice, his gaze goes soft at the way you laugh at a teasing comment Jungkook made, a sound he hasn’t heard in what felt like forever. The sound even makes the corners of Jin’s pout pull up. 

The youngest of the group honestly thought he was in paradise, he didn’t even care about the book he just wanted to hear you talk without reservation. His focus was on the way your eyes lit up, the genuine smile on your face, how does he try to make this moment last forever? He pays attention to every word you utter, asking the right question to keep you going, even making a joke here and there and feeling so pleased with himself when you laugh. 

How did the relationship regress back so far that he felt like this was the start of it, like he was still pursuing you to give him a chance, like he had to work up the courage to ask you out all over again. The answer of course was in their mistakes, the thought dampens his mood but he pushes it away. He didn’t know when he would get another moment like this, he had to soak it all in and cherish it before it was over. 

—

Your defences go up when you spot Jimin bringing Taehyung to you, the shorter male holding his hand guiding your bear like boyfriend in front of you. You look at them both expectantly, wondering what the theatrics were for. Taehyung sniffles, his face hanging low, his red hoodie pulled down as far as he can get it to hide himself. 

“Taehyung has something he wants to say Heaven- I mean angel- I mean Y/n,” he corrects himself repeatedly with a shake of his head, cheeks burning in slight embarrassment at the blunder, but he wouldn’t apologise for it even it that made him a hypocrite for what he was making Taehyung do. 

He pushes his friend gently, encouraging him to speak.

“Tae?” you say gently, remembering how harshly you spoke to him the other day. 

Apparently that was all it took for the man to break down into tears in front of you, falling to his knees as he bawled. Your jaw drops in shock at the action, but you’re more surprised at the fact he holds himself back from launching into you for comfort. 

You can see how hard it is to do so, he’s hugging himself, but his nails dig into the fabric of his clothes. He still doesn’t look at you, his gaze on the floor. You give him a second to compose himself, the sobs turning into little hiccups as he wipes his face with his sleeve. 

When he looks at you it's your turn to grip the armrests of the chair with all your might, those glassy eyes beg you for love and it takes everything not to smother him in your embrace. But that would undo all the work you’ve been doing, you had to talk it out first and then maybe if this was resolved you could reward him with physical affection, just a little. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he says through a hoarse voice, the sound only breaking your resolve further. “About the other day, I s-should’ve asked first.”

He tries to take a deep breath in but it’s shaky, for some reason what he wants to say next breaks him out into more tears. He covers his face as he cries, Jimin rubbing his back providing him with the comfort you couldn’t give just yet. 

“Doyouhateme?”

The muffled question breaks your heart, Jimin can see it on your face and it has him fighting down a smirk. He may have played a hand at manipulating the situation, convincing Taehyung this was the best way to get back into your good books.

“Tae no,” you breathe, eyes watering but you blink back the tears. You didn’t want to show them any weakness anymore. “I don’t hate you.”

You sigh, eyes to the ceiling, as if begging for control over yourself as you try really hard to not give in to the feeling of wanting to crawl into his lap and hold him. 

“I just really needed some space that day,” you explain, “and you caught me at a bad time.”

That wipes away Jimin’s elation, all this talk about space and distance, it already felt like you were living on Mars. How much space did you want? In his opinion there had been too much space, that was the problem, or were you forgetting the long agonising months of your absence? 

Taehyung nods, thankfully retaining your attention away from Jimin who couldn’t hide his thoughts from his face. 

—

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning from your side to your back and then to your side again. Were you fighting a losing battle? Were you being unfair in asking them to change? You remember cases of forgotten wives refusing to leave their no good husbands, the amount of inane times you heard the cries of ‘I can get him to change’... had you become one of those women? Then of course came the others, the women who knew they could not work miracles on their partners and gave up. Some left, some stayed, and you remember watching them all in the years of your career, arrogantly thinking it would never be you, no man would ever trap you like this. There was a joke in there somewhere, one man certainly didn’t, but seven did. 

The knock on the door thankfully interrupts your endless circle of pity, a meek Jungkook peeking around as he opens the door. Something about the scene felt familiar but the shoe was on the other foot. He was waiting for permission to come in, you don’t know why the sight made you smile, made you warm. 

If anyone was proof that they were trying for you it was Jungkook, Yoongi had kept his distance out of respect for your rules, you know he only did so because he couldn’t help himself if he got too close. Jimin was similar although, you could see he was keeping his distance mentally, angry with you and your conditions. It would pass, you were sure, or at least you hoped. 

Jungkook was the only one that accepted everything without complaint, and you knew it wasn’t easy. You were so grateful to him for it, for respecting your boundaries sincerely, for giving you hope that this relationship could be salvaged. 

He almost trips over himself when you pull the covers back wordlessly, inviting him in, the stumble of his legs as he races towards you makes you giggle. He climbs in without hesitation, about to reach out for you but he stops himself, eyes looking up at you, wanting to ask you out loud but too afraid to. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, as if talking loudly would break the peace you felt with him there, that you’d second guess yourself.

Arms you’ve longed for wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. You hold him back gently, not letting yourself get lost in him the way you wanted. In the darkness, your gazes meet, talking loudly in a way filled the silence. 

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes out hard, unable to hold it in any longer. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you admit.

He bites his lips to refrain from saying anything else, to break the illusion that everything was okay.

“I used to think I understood your darkness,” you murmur, stroking his hair out of his face.

He pulls you closer, burying his head against your chest, the youngest didn’t like how that sentence was going and part of him didn’t want to hear the rest.

“But I don’t think I ever did,” you confess in a whisper, starting to ramble. “I don’t get it Kookie, why me? This obsession, I thought I felt it the same as you, I thought you guys understood me too.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep up with your thoughts when you felt the hands of sleep trying to catch you.

“Maybe I was just trying to excuse my own darkness,” you sigh, almost in defeat. “Or maybe I just fed yours too much.”

“You gave us your love,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes closed as he breathes in your scent. “Your acceptance, you didn’t feed our darkness baby, you just didn’t see the extent of it.”

—

The silence is suffocating. Yoongi normally appreciates it but in this situation it was unsettling. They’re all in the living room, some pretending to do their own thing, but no one was paying any attention to anything other than you. Yoongi and Namjoon did so blatantly, Yoongi sitting on the couch away from you but his stare is nowhere else. This didn’t break the rules, you didn’t tell him he couldn’t soak you in with his eyes whenever he wanted. 

The others were also very obvious with their glances towards you, Jin was dusting the same spot of the living room over and over. Hoseok flipping through the tv channels with Jungkook sitting beside him, the maknae biting his lips in worry with every peek he took, a habit he hadn’t had since he was a teenager. Taehyung and Jimin uncharacteristically played chess but all the pieces were in the wrong places, arbitrarily moving them just to keep appearances so you didn’t call them out. 

And Namjoon… the man was staring daggers into your form. Elbow on his thigh, leaning forward, his chin on his thumb, his finger on his face tapping away on his cheekbone impatiently. He was supposed to be going over the papers in his lap, but they were being scrunched in his other hand. Yoongi thought he looked like a bomb about to explode, and he wasn’t wrong.

“That’s it!” Namjoon almost growls as he slams his file down, standing from his seat while everyone stares in shock at his outburst.

He walks towards you, and you meet his glare but refuse to move from the comfort and safety of the tub chair, you don’t even close your book.

“This ‘break’ is over,” he snarls, gestating with his hands trying to find a conduit for his anger. “Do you understand, little love?”

You look up at him with eyes simmering a fire he only ignited, meeting his glare head on.

“I decide when this break is over,” you say calmly, refusing to fight him at his level.

“No.”

“No?” Your brows scrunch in disbelief and anger, there goes your plan to remain calm. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

You throw your book back into the seat as you rise to meet him eye to eye, although he’s still looking down at you.

“I mean…” he breathes gruffly, grazing his hand with yours at your side. “No.”

“You can’t b-“

Your voice is smothered by his lips, his soft touch turning into an iron grip as he pulls you closer, devouring you like a man starved and in his eyes that’s exactly what he was. You push him away, but he doesn’t allow for any space between you.

Even when you’re banging your fist against his chest, unable to breathe, he doesn’t budge. You’re at his mercy, only when he decides he’s had enough (for now), does he pull away.

You look dishevelled almost, breathing hard, your eyes glistening with tears. The sight shouldn’t arouse him but it does.

You have the audacity to childishly wipe his kiss away with the back of your hand, a tough swipe that does nothing to erase the force he handled you with. He chuckles, the sound makes your ears burn, feeling the warmth of shame colour them in.

The others stare with the jaws wide open, fear settling in that this was taking too many steps in the wrong direction. It takes everything not to call you back when you storm away, it takes everything not to follow. 

No one says a word, but they all glare accusingly at their leader except Taehyung, who only looks down in shame. 

—

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi asks gruffly, sleep still in his voice.

“Out.” You respond bluntly, avoiding his gaze.

“I asked where,” he pushes when you pull Taehyung’s hoodie over your head. You were drowning in the fabric, and he pretended the sight didn’t make him ache for you. The same way you were trying so hard not to let his sleepy state bring down your defences, no matter how cute he looked in the shorts and grey top.

“What does it look like Yoongi,” your head was spinning with too many thoughts and you needed to clear it. “For a run.”

“I’ll come with you,” he says it like an offer but it’s not, you know it’s not. 

“No,” you refuse simply, finally meeting his stare. “Send one of your men to keep an eye on me, it's what you did before anyway.”

He’s quiet, observing you for a moment. You hated it when he did that, it was like he could see inside of you and yet, despite that, you felt like he couldn’t understand anything he saw. You break eye contact first, putting on your trainers while he continues to stare. Why couldn’t you read him the same, how could he still get under your skin with his silence even after all this time?

“I’ll send Jungkook,” he says as you open the door. “He’ll keep his distance.”

He doesn’t take the slam as you leave personally, he knows you just need to vent your frustrations, but because you were so isolated- sorry, because they isolated you, you had no one to vent to, no one who was objective to talk to. Physically stretching your mind would maybe do you some good. 

“Did you seriously let her go out unsupervised?” Namjoon seethes as he approaches Yoongi, quick to dial one of their men regardless of what nefarious time of the morning it was. The first call goes to voicemail.

Yoongi sighs, he was on his way back to bed, guess not.

“She deserves our trust,” he replies. “And I was about to send Jungkook.”

“It’s not about trust,” Namjoon bites back, another call unanswered, “it’s about safety, or are you forgetting our enemies hunt our weaknesses.”

“Our enemies know if they touch her they’ve signed their own death certificate, no one would dare cross us now, not with the amount of blood we’ve shed,” Yoongi groans in aggravation. “Not to mention you’ve bought out the police Namjoon.”

“But not every policeman, or Captain, or are you forgetting what we did to him?”

“You gave him a warning, he’ll behave,” Yoongi states, ready to leave the conversation but he can’t help himself with what he says next. After Namjoon’s actions last night, he was feeling a little vengeful, even if he didn’t completely mean his words. “We should’ve left him unharmed, we knew she didn’t want us to hurt him.”

The shock in Namjoon’s eyes flashes for a second before they compose themselves to a stare. He puts his phone back in his pocket, maybe Jungkook was the best one to go, you didn’t seem to punish him as harshly as the others.

The silence between the men turns the air cold, their gazes stoic but speaking volumes. Namjoon wouldn’t stand for mutiny or disloyalty, he especially didn’t stand for anyone questioning his decisions.

“He hurt her,” he explains himself patiently, “he wants to take her away from us.”

Yoongi scoffs, a humourless grin on his face as he stares back in ridicule at their leader.

“We hurt her,” he states, eyes blank of emotion, “where’s our bullet to the knees.”

—

If you were being honest with yourself, you hated running, you hated the way each breath burned as it filled your lungs, how each limb could feel like lead, but the pain was better than the thoughts you were trying to clear. 

You remember at the police academy, Suho and Kai used to run circles around you, but somewhere along the way your competitiveness got the better of you, and you trained harder than them both. It used to annoy you to hell that they were physically much stronger than you, but those days were some of the best. The three of you were so close, each other’s confidants when things went sour, the two you’d hang out with when a case went wrong. Now who did you have to confide in?

Maybe it’s your conscious or unconscious thoughts making your legs move in a particular direction, but you don’t realise where you’re headed until you see the sign above the door. The breakfast place… where everything went to shit a third time.

You barely glance inside as you run past but the sight of someone familiar makes you double take. Think of the devil and he appears?

His eyes catch yours when you stop in your tracks, he’s sitting at a table alone and the sight of him brings back that day like a breath after being underwater for so long. An apology is at the tip of your tongue, your eyes start to water, you know you have to keep running, if any of them finds you here with him, he’d be dead. You’re about to turn away when he waves at you, a simple smile that didn’t meet his eyes sent your way as he watches the realisation hit you.

His hand was covered in thick bandages, and your stare doesn’t leave them. There’s no thought in your mind as your legs move you into the building, ignoring the waiter's greeting as you walk towards your old Captain with dread. 

He shifts in his seat, letting you see the bandages on his leg, around his knee, the crutches resting on the seat next to him. Your eyes are wide with shock before your gaze turns into one of mournful rage. Tears start forming in your eyes as you shake.

The sense of betrayal that overwhelms you has you reaching a hand for the table, gripping the edge tight to steady yourself. 

They lied. 

They looked you in the eyes and lied. All of them, including Jungkook. You don’t let yourself sob, not when a fire burns any attachment you felt towards them to dust. 

You move your gaze from his injuries to his face, his stare never having left you. 

“Arrest them,” your voice is hoarse but without a morsel of regret, anger paving the way forward now, filling the loss you felt deep inside of you. 

They must’ve thought you were fucking stupid, they must’ve laughed behind your back, humoring you with their acts of trying to change. Fuck, you were a fool, they played you again and again and you just took it every fucking time. There was never going to be any change, and you refused to be their prisoner any longer.

“I’ll be your witness,” you say it with conviction, although a part of you grieves. “I’ll give you all the evidence you need, just send them away.”

Suho doesn’t say a word, and that makes it all so much worse. You can feel something creeping around you, shadows of them that have latched onto you, crawling all over your skin. You wanted rid of this dark energy, you wanted out. 

You don’t break his stare, not for a second, you can tell he’s deep in thought, contemplating your resolve, and if he saw a hint of uncertainty in you he would do no such thing. Why would he risk it? They hurt him, they could hurt him again. 

He reaches for his phone, and you take a premature breath of relief.

“Make the call,” he commands, handing the device to you. 

—

When Yoongi dragged Jungkook out of bed this morning, the maknae had begrudgingly crawled out of the house. His body ran on autopilot when he left to find you, eyes half open, yawning in the morning air. His hoodie pushes his hair to fall in his face but he’s too tired to drag the fabric back.

It wouldn’t take long to find you, he could run circles around you if he wanted but the thought of maybe spending some time with you alone made his legs pick up the pace, a goofy grin on his face as he thought about it.

Yes you were probably mad about Namjoon’s actions yesterday, not that Jungkook blamed him all that much, it was hard to stay away from you, but he was starting to understand your perspective a little more. Especially after the last time you pulled away, and he couldn’t let that happen again, he wouldn’t survive it another time. He wouldn’t blame you if you gave him the cold shoulder, he just hopes you don’t punish him because of Namjoon, deflecting your anger wherever it did damage.

He’d calm you down, he’s sure of it. He’d tell you that what their big bad boss did was wrong and he was on your side, he’d tell you that he loved you and respected you, and it didn’t matter how long you took to forgive them he was sure the relationship would heal.

He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realise how far he’s travelled, it’s only when there’s still no sight of you his grin begins to fade. He should’ve caught up to you by now, this was the route you normally take, and you knew better than to go another way.

What if… no. You wouldn’t dare leave again, you wouldn’t. Jungkook breaks into a sprint, running every route he can think of, not stopping for a moment even when his lungs and legs burn. He’s looking round like a mad man, but he can’t find you. What if something happened? What if someone got to you or hurt you? Memories flash in his mind to long, long ago when that was almost the case. What if?

Shit. A hand to his pocket tells him he’s left his phone, he couldn’t contact the others to join him. His best decision was to get back to the house asap. Jin would still have the tracker on your phone, they would find you, it was all going to be fine.

The fear that seized his heart was not fooled by such idealistic thoughts, his eyes had seen the true brutality of the world, sometimes caused by his own hands, and now his mind played a myriad of images of his little love in all the situations of pain he caused others. He always wondered if karma would catch him one day, he never thought it would take you.

—

He slams the door open so hard it struggles to stay on the hinges.

“I CAN’T FIND HER!” He yells into the open space of the home with all the air in his lungs.

It doesn’t take long for the hoard to assemble.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Jin yells back, reaching for his phone to track you without prompt.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon glares at Yoongi, the shorter man ignoring him.

“She’s probably taken another route,” he says calmly. 

“You better hope that’s all,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth. 

“What if someone’s got her?” Jimin panics.

“No,” Hoseok shuts that idea down, “everyone knows there is nowhere in Seoul to hide from us.”

“There’s always one idiot that’s willing to try, or have you forgotten the last time someone tried to take her?” Taehyung says heatedly.

“And we know how that ended,” Hoseok growls back.

The bickering among themselves grows in volume, so loud that they almost miss what Jin says. 

“What?” It’s Yoongi that dares to ask him to repeat himself, the drumming in his ears drowning the words. He must’ve misheard…

“She’s at the police station,” there’s no mistaking it this time. Jin looks solemnly at Namjoon while all their heads spiral.

“She’s not gone there of her own will,” Yoongi shakes his head in denial, “they’ve arrested her or something.”

Namjoon says eerily quiet, his breathing hard, his jaw clenched. 

“Namjoon we own the police,” Hoseok pushes, “make a fucking call see why she’s there.”

“Fuck making a call! I’m going over there,” Jungkook announces, turning back to the front door, but the sight of a police van pulling up at their mansion makes him stop in his tracks. 

“Are they dropping her home,” Jimin asks stupidly, unable to comprehend why else they would be there. 

The older four men look at eachother knowingly. 

“Should we run?” Jin asks, making Taehyung and Jimin whip their heads to stare at him incredulously. 

“Why would we run?” Namjoon breaks his silence, “they’ll take us right to her.”

As if on queue a smoke grenade rolls into the room, blasting off within seconds, covering the air. Namjoon almost laughs, they sent the fucking swat team, how ridiculous when they could’ve settled this like gentlemen.

Bodies swarm in, yelling commands and they all fall to their knees as instructed. On any other day, if you were home, these men wouldn’t make it through the door, but Namjoon was right, they were a one way ticket to finding you.

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|

Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn

unedited*

At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.

You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.

Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?

And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.

“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”

The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.

It’s a person.

“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.

You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”

You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?

“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.

“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”

With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.

While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.

“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.

“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.

“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”

***

You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.

“You want us to do what?!”

“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.

“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”

“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”

He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”

That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.

And you could use the company.

“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”

One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”

“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”

Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”

He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.

When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.

Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility

*Taglist open!

[jkvjimin]

the face card never declines series starring: kim seokjin for kayla 🌼 @cordiallyfuturedwight

[ahundredtimesover]

The Light of Dead Stars (06) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language, alcohol consumption; sensual jokes; feelings (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12k

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Status: Complete

Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

A/N: Hmm things are starting to really pick up now! 

So all these years–since when?–he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens.  

You’re greeted with a large bowl of ramyeon when you enter your best friend’s apartment, exciting your senses. For all the Korean ingredients at Jin’s grandparents’ holiday home, instant noodles is what they didn’t have, and you’d been too busy at work since you got back that you hadn’t thought of making it yourself.

You spent yesterday at your parents’ for a day trip and it’s now Sunday, your deserved day for your friends to catch up. You give Jungkook the set of essential oils you got him for his 2 dozen diffusers; Dara gets her fancy wine because she thinks she needs more sophisticated booze in her system; and Jimin is gifted with a pair of earrings that are as pretty as he is. 

“Aww, ___. You didn’t have to, but these are so pretty,” he chirps.

“Yah, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love this but aren’t you saving up to pay off your debts quicker so you can get out of that sham marriage of yours?” Dara asks. 

You chuckle, missing her bluntness. “Well, I set aside money for this since I didn’t want to seem pitiful to Jin. Plus, he would’ve spent for me if I didn’t buy anything,” you explain. “Also, it’s not a sham marriage, okay? Just an unconventional one.”

“An unconventional one with feelings,” Jungkook says, slurping his soup. 

You glare at him.

“What? You’re not denying it,” he glares back.

“Well, I’m denying it now,” you state. 

“That could mean refusal to admit the truth,” he says.

“Or a declaration of untruth,” you arch a brow. “Why are you trying to outsmart me, Kook? Jin and I had 2 weeks in France where we pretended to be in love. Sure, it wasn’t hard; we sort of just had to be our usual comfortable selves with some hand holding and kissing, no big deal.”

“If those plump lips touched any part of me, I’d be in love,” Dara, unsurprisingly, says. 

“I’m not you, so there’s that,” you counter.

“Fine, if you don’t wanna talk about Jin, then let’s talk about the other fine ass man in your life, aka Joonie boy,” she says. “How was seeing him? What did you talk about other than him suggesting that you run away with him?”

You sigh, recalling that day. It feels so far away yet the scent and the touch and the sound of him still linger. 

“Stuff,” you shrug. “Some things can be said over the phone or written in letters and some, you just have to hear and see them, you know? He’s well, doing lots of amazing things and enjoying every minute of it. He asked if Jin treats me well and I said yes, and he looked pleased. And I just talked about work and mundane things.”

“Wow, years of not seeing each other and you just caught up?” Dara asks, unimpressed.

“I know,” you sigh, leaning on Jimin’s shoulder and hugging the pillow for comfort. “I thought maybe he’d bring up coming home or seeing how he and I could work out. But he waited until the last minute to ask if I wanted to go to Italy with him, start a life there, as if he just thought of it right before we had to part again.”

“God, what is up with that man? Why can’t he just make a decision?” Jimin groans.

“He did,” Jungkook chimes in. “He decided to stay then, and then decided to leave, and he decides every day that whatever his life out there is better than the one he could have next to her.”

“Ooh, that burns,” Dara pouts. 

“I keep thinking that maybe that last-second invite to elope meant he’s still holding onto the rope by its edges,” you say, ignoring Jungkook’s statement. 

“Yeah, just so he doesn’t lose you completely, but he’s not pulling you back in, either,” he counters. 

You release a long sigh and play with your fingers, which is your usual tell that you’re holding back from crying, so Jimin snuggles you - the rare time you let him - and you drown in his embrace. You’ve been trying hard to keep your emotions at bay since you saw Namjoon, not knowing what to think or feel about seeing the man you’ve wanted for so long walk away again.

“Did you ask him to come back? I mean, he asked you to run away with him, but there’s another option, which is him being with you, here,” Dara says.

“I don’t want to be disappointed so I don’t ask, because he’ll just say it’ll be soon like he always does, and I’ll wait because what else is there left to do?”

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t ask again. At least then you didn’t give him a chance to make another promise he can’t keep,” Jimin tries to comfort you. “But you gotta be realistic, too, you know? How long will you be waiting? You’ve got a life here, with your husband who's a pretty great guy.”

“A husband who has a girlfriend,” you correct. 

“Hmm, let’s see how long that lasts,” Jungkook says, yelping when you throw the pillow on his face.

“What! I’m just saying. You spend 2 weeks in France with your husband being all lovey-dovey and you can’t tell me that neither of you are looking for that same intimacy you had there. It’s not like he could get that from her daily now that you’re both back,” he continues. “Which brings me to my question - how have you guys been since you got back?”

“Hmm, the same I guess? We've been so busy at work, we barely see each other. We haven’t had dinner for the past 3 days since he’s always in meetings or probably seeing Seri and then I went to see my parents yesterday.”

“And now you’re here with us,” Dara cocks an eyebrow. 

“I miss you guys,” you flutter your eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But Kook’s onto something, though. You went through college faking smiles at me so I know when it’s genuine. And those photos with Jin tell me just how much fun you had with him. Who knows what he’s thinking, too?” She adds. “But just to remind you, there’s wedding ceremony #2 coming up. Are you ready for another night of faking? If that’s still what it is?”

You disregard her last question but agree with being ready. Honestly, Jin is the one who feels quite far away from you. After 2 weeks of sleeping next to him and waking up to his soft smile, the past few days feel different. 

It’s not that you miss him. You definitely don’t because that’s just insane, but it’s like reality truly hit you - you’re back to living under the same roof but separately; he still has a girlfriend and there’s still a man who chooses everyday to not be with you. Jin has barely spoken to you since you both got back, and there’s that part of you that wonders if those 2 weeks had just been a dream, and you hate that it suddenly matters; you hate that you wish it didn’t.

Jin isn’t avoiding you. Or more like, he convinces himself that he isn’t avoiding you. 

The night you both got back, he didn’t get a wink of sleep. He tossed and turned in bed when he’s usually a stiff sleeper. He kept shifting to his side, telling himself he didn’t wish that it was your snoring that he was met with. 

It felt like he’d just closed his eyes and then his alarm was going off, which was also rare since he always woke up before it. It was obvious that he didn’t sleep and he knew you’d notice and he wouldn’t know what to say so he rushed to work and didn’t wait for you. He was filled with meetings that next day until the late evening and had Yoongi look for a nice restaurant that was still open at 11PM. Jin did the same thing the next day.

He woke up late that Saturday to a text of you saying that you’d be taking the train to Gwangju, and he completely forgot about it because if he actually spoke to you, you’d remind him, but he’d been chickening out even just texting you so he wasn’t able to have Mr. Lim drive you there, so he spent that day worrying about you instead.

Yesterday, you went out with your friends. He figured that you were trying to spend time with others after those 2 weeks with him and he doesn’t blame you. Maybe if he took up Seri’s invitation to meet up that weekend, he’d have something to do, but it didn’t feel right being with her. That, and he really had to sleep, so he spent it playing games the whole day and then passing out in bed after. 

It’s now Monday and he feels like he’d just run a marathon. He’s still exhausted, and while he psyched himself up to see you in the morning, you’re the one who was out early to attend a food expo just outside the city. 

He’s about to snap at Yoongi for chiding him for avoiding you when you suddenly call, and Jin almost drops his phone in surprise but then lets it ring thrice before he picks up.

“Hey, ___. Everything okay? How is it there?” He asks, trying to sound calm.

“Yeah I’m fine, and it’s nice here. I’m getting a few ideas but I’ve mostly been eating,” you chuckle. “And you?”

“Good, just running through some things with Yoongi,” he replies. “It’s midday but I feel like I’ve barely done much.”

“Well, you’ve been so busy. I checked on you last night to see if you wanted to have dinner with me but you were passed out in bed. Please tell me you’ve at least been eating,” you sigh.

You went to check up on him last night? Damn it.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Eating is something I cannot miss,” he says. 

“Okay, good. So, uh, will you be free tonight? I’m craving pizza. I’ve been thinking about the one we had in one of the alleys in Grasse,” you reply dreamily. “So maybe we can have that, if you’re not too busy?”

“Tonight?” Jin asks, checking his tablet after Yoongi makes an “X” sign to see what he’s gonna have to reschedule. It’s a late afternoon meeting with one of their Asian distributors and that usually lasts hours.

“Sure, I can see you tonight,” Jin says to Yoongi’s dismay, who merely shakes his head because he really doesn’t like talking to that man’s secretary. “Will you still drop by here or I’ll meet you at the restaurant instead?

“I can meet you at the restaurant; it’ll be a while before I get to leave here.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then,” he says, hanging up after you say your goodbye.

Yoongi’s arched eyebrow is what meets him as he looks up.

“Didn’t you just postpone dinner with Seri because you wanted tonight’s meeting to be done with?”

“Uh, well. ___ is my wife,” he says. “I’ve barely seen her since we got back.”

“Yeah, from your 2-week vacation together,” Yoongi reminds him. “Looked like you enjoyed your time there, then.”

There’s no malice in the secretary’s voice or any hint of something suggestive. It’s merely a statement of an observation, one that Jin immediately confirms. 

“I’m glad you did,” Yoongi mumbles. “You deserved that break and at least you spent it with someone you like being with.”

Jin can’t help the smile that graces his face until he catches himself. Thinking about you the past few days has been giving him stress, but hearing you again after what feels so long and finding out that you checked up on him in his room - which you barely do - makes him feel better, like all is right again in the world.

Almost.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but just… don’t forget to schedule that dinner with Seri, okay?” Yoongi states. “I saw her this morning and she told me to make sure you’re eating and taking your vitamins since she assumes you’re stressed and busy.”

“Yah! Of course I am!” Jin scowls. “When am I not?”

“You are today but you’re rescheduling a meeting for dinner with your wife.” Yoongi walks closer and faces the phone lying on the desk with 3 unread messages from Seri towards Jin. “I’m just saying, if things are changing, you’re gonna have to make a decision soon. You can’t do this to either of them, even to yourself.”

You anxiously wait at the Italian restaurant that you told Jin about earlier, somehow counting the minutes until he arrives. 

After your talk with your best friends yesterday, you knew you had to stop avoiding him, too, because in a way, you were. For one, you weren’t bugging him like you usually do, and you weren’t texting him either. 

As your longest friend, Jungkook had been firing from all cylinders, pretty much since the beginning of this whole ordeal; he’s just doing it less subtly this time. But he hugged you before you left his apartment last night and reminded you that choosing yourself doesn’t always mean hanging onto the only things that are familiar, that the next person who could love you may just be right around the corner. Dara and Jimin had been the ones to suggest to just try to go back to how things were before the trip - you and Jin minded your own business but still had nights or days that you’d spend together. 

You thought it would be last night but he was fast asleep in bed. Mrs. Kang had said that he spent the entire day playing his games and you wondered, for the briefest moment, why he chose not to spend it with Seri, since you heard from Mrs. Kang that he was also just at home but that Seri wasn’t there. But you remind yourself it’s nothing you should worry or even think about. 

You didn’t want to go on being strangers or ghosts living under the same roof because it would be more awkward once you have to pretend being in love again this Saturday. The thought makes you dizzy, especially since there will be more people around, including her, and you do need to strategize with your husband. The last thing you want is to make it seem like you’re rubbing in her face that he’s legally with you, even if deep inside you know that it’s only on paper. He’s hung onto Seri long enough.

“Hey, did I make you wait too long?” Jin’s low voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, no, not at all,” you say, standing up, and you look at each other awkwardly.

“Are we supposed to hug?” He chuckles.

“Uh, yeah sure,” you respond, leaning forward to lightly wrap your arms around his waist while his wrap around your shoulders, taking in his spicy scent that you’ve been without these past few days. “Sorry, I thought we’re gonna have to get used to it again.”

Jin’s smile falls a little but he doesn’t think you notice. “Of course. Tae and Hyun-a are coming back on Wednesday and it’s last minute preps for Saturday. Mother and Father are the ones stressed about it since there are 600 guests.”

“Oh goodness. Do you think we can just say hi one time and then be done with it?” You ask, worrying about how you’re going to handle socializing with that many people because as Jin’s mother had told you before, your husband is now just as much the head of the family as his father is, and that extends to you, as his wife.

“Well, wouldn’t that be ideal,” he sighs. “It’s my brother’s wedding but I have to engage with guests as much as he does.”

“Speaking of which,” you mumble, “Seri’s gonna be there, right? How are we, uh… how are we supposed to, uh…”

“Act?”

“Yeah? I mean, she’s your girlfriend and–”

“And you’re my wife, that I’m supposed to be in love with,” he says much too sharply.

“Yeah, but you aren’t, and the woman you’re actually into, who got to you first, is gonna be there,” you point out. “It was okay before because she wasn’t around but now she will be and I don’t want to make her feel bad. I know you say she’s fine with the whole situation but she’s never had to see us be sweet or affectionate before, and after France, I’m pretty sure your family’s gonna be expecting the same or more.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I’ll give her a heads up and maybe caution her, ask her to not let it affect her too much. I’ll see her before Saturday.

“Okay,” you smile, somewhat feeling lighter now that you’re assured. “Now on to dinner.”

Your initial worry of things being weird quickly melts away. After those first few minutes have gone, it’s as if you and Jin didn’t spend the last 4 days unintentionally dodging each other. 

You get 2 orders of pizza and pasta because you couldn’t decide, and then finish the rest of it over wine when you get back home, laughing and talking like you both don’t have work in the morning. But you both hold your liquor well and are only a tad bit tipsy when you decide to end the night. 

It feels nice being this way again, being this comfortable and secure in this odd relationship with him, and despite the act you have to put on, you admit that there’s a tiny part of you that truly believes in the sincerity in all this, that somehow, it was meant to be like this. And you’ll take it, if only not to lose him as a friend.

Seri excitedly opens her door and waits for Jin to be inside her apartment before she wraps her arms around his waist.

“I miss you so much,” she sighs, feeling as if all is right in the world again. 

It’s been too long, she thinks, from that 2-week trip to France to another week of him being busy with all the work that definitely greeted him when he got back. She didn’t expect that he’d ask to have dinner at her apartment, though, as she’d somehow gotten used to the guesthouse at his place that he shares with you, but she’ll take it. This isn’t the longest that they’ve been apart; there was a time when they were completely broken up, she reminds herself, and after they got back together again, she’d gotten used to whatever time that he could spend with her, knowing that she can’t really demand anything, especially since she isn’t the type of person to do that.

“Hey,” Jin responds, pulling away and smiling at her. “How have you been?”

“Good,” she beams, taking the bag of takeout from him and setting the table. “I mean, nothing new nor exciting. What about you? How was your trip, by the way?”

Jin looks visibly nervous, so she takes his hand and motions for him to look at her. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve thought of all the possibilities of what could’ve happened there so you don’t have to worry. All I ever asked of you was to be honest with me.”

Seri has always been kind. It’s one of the things that stood out to him when he first met her as part of his management team. She’s bubbly and bright, easy to get along with, and incredibly charming. She’s caring and understanding, and he doesn’t recall a time when she ever frowned or got angry; even their rare little arguments from before never cracked her, neither have the 5 years of being his secret. 

So he tells her everything - the one bed, the dances, the kisses, the fake couple photos, the food explorations.

“It wasn’t hard now, was it?” She giggles. “I remember you worrying how it was going to be since you and ___ aren’t that close or comfortable. But it seems like it worked out well. I’m glad you didn’t stress out too much about it.”

“Well, I had to be the calm one for her. She was worried about you,” Jin shares, “worried about what you’d think or feel.”

“Five years is a long time, Jin, you should tell her that,” she smiles, the irony unmistakable for him. “I’m still here with you, and nothing has changed that. She’s why I still get to be with you, anyway.”

Jin takes in Seri’s features - there’s innocence and maturity and care bursting from her entire being, from her eyes and her smile and the way she holds his hand like she understands everything that he says and doesn’t say, like she accepts everything that’s happened and is happening.

“But, uh, my whole family bought the act,” he continues. “And it’s the second celebration on Saturday. ___ and I will, uh–”

“Oh, I know. Don’t think I haven’t thought about that. There’s going to be a bigger audience there, and I totally understand. I’ll look away if I need to, but I’ll be fine.”

He nods, feeling a bit of weight has gone off his back, but the rest of it is still there. 

There’s something different being here this time, after all that time with you where you both held hands and hugged and kissed out in the open, where you both got to enjoy amazing food and saw stunning views in paradise. A few times before he’d imagined doing that with Seri, but something else always blurred the vision, and he honestly doesn’t remember when the last time was that he thought about all those with her.

He realizes it when she kisses him goodbye, her soft lips that he used to look for no longer giving him that sensation, that pleasure, that excitement. He’d held onto those feelings of exhilaration and eagerness for years, and he realizes those are all it was for him - that high, that elation, that fleeting emotion that he could escape to. 

He wonders, on the way home, if this is really it, if the feeling for her had faded just because he’d come back from something totally amazing and felt the alternative, or if the feeling had waned some time ago, and he’d just been holding on to what was left, hoping it would be enough to revive what once was.

Checking his phone, he sighs at his reality. Yoongi had texted: Thanks for the lobster risotto. I’m just going to pretend that I don’t know that Seri’s allergic to seafood, but I will point out that I’m only able to eat this because you made the wrong order; this is ___’s favorite, after all.

You look at yourself in the full-body mirror of the bedroom in the suite you’ve checked into for the wedding and you still can’t believe you could look this good, and you have the gown mostly to thank for that.

“Hey, Jin,” you call out to your husband who’s dressing up in the living room. “I’ve got my hair and make-up done and I look pretty amazing.”

“Oh yeah? That’s new,” he teasingly chuckles.

“Just letting you know in case I catch the eye of one of the celebrities there.”

“Ah, well you might catch their eye, but talking to them is altogether different,” he reminds you. “But I’ll give you the push you need, if you want. I heard Hyun Bin will be there.”

“Yah! He’s married,” you yell.

“Yeah, so are you.”

“Son Yejin in exchange for me; you win,” you laugh, opening the door and feeling the air knocked out of you. Of course, your husband always has to look more beautiful than you. 

He’s wearing a textured charcoal suit with his hair pushed back, exposing his entire forehead. You’d think you’d be immune to him since you see him on a daily basis in fancy suits for work, parted hair and all. But he looks even more sophisticated and classy this time, and you didn’t think that was possible.

“Son Yejin gets me, so yeah, she wins, too,” he winks, knowing just how much he’d affected you. 

“I concede, then,” you smile, letting yourself marvel at his beauty. Maybe when the socializing gets too much, you can just look at him and all will be okay.

“So, shall we, Mrs. Kim,” he takes out his hand.

“We shall, Mr. Kim. Let’s get this over with.”

You and Jin pass by the holding room, where Taehyung and Hyun-a are taking photos, before heading to the venue.

“You’re already married. Why are you still crying?” Seokjin nudges his brother. 

“Because I’m even more in love with her!” Taehyung states. “Plus, we’re declaring our love in front of hundreds of people. It’s pretty special being able to do that, you know?”

The words hit Seokjin more than he expected, and if he knows any better, his brother is probably telling him something.

“What a romantic,” you remark, smiling at the lovely couple who look just as gorgeous as they were when they got married in the chateau a few weeks ago.

“Not like him, I know,” Taehyung motions towards his brother. “Sorry about that.”

“Not like I mind,” you shrug. 

Their parents and grandparents arrive for family portraits and it takes a while for all the photos to be taken. You and Jin make sure there are those without you, too. When everyone is satisfied, you and your husband are the first to exit the room and head to the ballroom for the ceremony.

There are so many people, as the guest list is in the hundreds and it’s open to the public as well. Jin’s hand searches yours, and you get a firm grip so as not to lose him in the sea of people. 

You hear your name being called and you turn to see your best friends there. Jimin is dashing in a black suit; Jungkook is wearing a navy blue one and is already turning heads; and Dara, in her body-hugging blush gown, looks so beautiful. 

“You’re stunning,” Jungkook says as he hugs you. 

Jimin says the same, in awe at how well you carry yourself with so much confidence, and Dara declares she’s officially crushing on you.

“Wow, did I really need to get all dolled up for you to compliment me like this?” You tease them.

“Nah. You don’t like being complimented so we don’t say it but your husband is here and we don’t want him to think that we find you unattractive,” Dara explains. 

Jin chuckles next to you and you reintroduce him to your friends. 

“Hi, nice to see both of you again,” he shakes Jungkook’s and Dara’s hands and nods at Jimin. “I know we don’t see each other much but ___ talks about you a fair bit.”

“Yeah, not enough I’m sure since she’s probably embarrassed,” Jungkook states, earning him an eager nod from you. 

“Holy shit, you’re unreal,” Dara exclaims. “You look even hotter than the last time I saw you, which was during your wedding and you were already so hot then.” She turns to you, and you already know she’s gonna say something incredibly embarrassing, but at least she doesn’t yell it. “___, why the fuck aren’t you in love with this guy?”

“Oh, Dara. Never change,” Jimin chuckles. “Apologies for our friend, Mr. Kim. She’s, uh, she’s a very honest person.”

“It’s fine,” Jin smiles, glancing at you. “It’s quite refreshing, actually.”

“Do you have hot friends you can introduce me to?” She continues. 

“I can introduce you to my secretary, Yoongi. He’s cool and he takes care of me well. I think we’re each other’s only friends,” Jin chuckles, gesturing towards one of the tables where the man sits on his own.

“Ooh, uninterested sexy man with a soft heart, I can tell, totally my type,” Dara swoons.

“Please, don’t traumatize him. Jimin can help you find others to pounce on but both of you behave,” you warn. “And Kook, please don’t be awkward when someone tries to flirt with you, okay? Jin and I have to go around and greet guests and I’ll get back to you all after.”

“Yes, maam,” they all salute and laugh at you while you roll your eyes. 

“Go do your wifey duties and don’t forget to act like a couple,” Jungkook winks.

You pull Jin away and apologize for your friends. “They like messing with me and there’s no filter even when you’re around.”

“Ah, I’d rather they don’t. I like messing with you, too,” he teases.

“No, you’re supposed to protect me,” you pout, and Jin has to stop himself from pulling you in a hug because of how adorable you look.

“Fine, you brat,” you pinches your nose, and you realize that it’s been a while since he last did that. 

You’re about to squish his cheeks when a group of people greet both of you, and you and Jin turn to them and bow. Your smiles briefly fade at the sight of a familiar face who greets you with her soft, wide eyes.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Seri bows after everyone does. “Please send our congratulations to the Vice President and his wife.”

She sounds so formal, so distant, and somehow your heart breaks for her, and you can only smile and nod, following her eyes which briefly look at your hand engulfed in Jin’s. You quickly pull away, something your husband notices. 

“Thank you, Ms. Wong, everyone,” Jin bows. “I’m sure they’re happy that his entire team is here. Taehyung did mention treating you guys out after all the wedding celebrations are over. He owes you a lot for all the weeks he missed at work.”

They all chuckle and agree, and even you can tell that Taehyung is loved by his team - Jin’s former team - as well. They bid their goodbye and Seri bows to you and Jin once more, sharing a lingering look with your husband. 

You can’t imagine how it must be like for them, and for her especially, seeing the man she loves be open and affectionate with another woman, something he couldn’t do with her. You turn to Jin who looks visibly upset, so you nudge his arm to look at you.

“I’m so sorry, Jin,” you try to comfort him, though you don’t really know what to say.

“It’s okay. She and I have talked about it,” he feigns a smile. 

It’s harder than you think, not so much because you think it hurts him not being the way he is with you with Seri, but because being the way he is with you is what’s starting to feel right, it’s what’s starting to make him happy. 

The rest of the afternoon was as tiring as you expected. It literally took 2 hours for the guests to be completed and to get settled and that meant you and Jin had to spend that time greeting them on behalf of his parents and grandparents. It’s one of the “President roles,” you were told. 

But you clung onto Jin the whole time - commending him whenever someone praises him for how well he’s been handling the company and smiling at him whenever someone congratulates both of you for your marriage. 

It got a little awkward when the CEO of Song Corporation said how good you both looked together. You were at least appeased when she said that she’s heard you speak in a conference and was impressed with you, and such competence is “a good match to the Kim Foods Inc. President,” that is, until you saw Seri standing nearby, and you could tell she heard everything. There was that faraway look in her eyes, and she turned to you specifically with a smile before she walked away. 

You hate feeling like you’re taking someone’s man, and sometimes you wished she was a cruel, jealous person so at least it didn’t feel this bad. But she’s nothing like that and somehow it makes it worse. You tried your best to brush off the thought and focus on your role for today. 

The ceremony was beautiful. It was still emotional, as Taehyung really took his time in saying his vows, sharing bits about their honeymoon and how those 2 weeks just solidified how much he loves her. Hyun-a was a lot more candid, sharing how much of a whiny baby her husband could be, but that he’d made her feel so loved during that trip and she can’t wait for how the rest of their lives are going to be. 

You were, again, starstruck by all the celebrities you saw. They were all dazzling and gorgeous, as you expected, and Jin had been the encouraging husband who said “you look more amazing” every time you commented how stunning they looked. He made sure to look into your eyes whenever he said them so you’d know he meant it, but somehow, that made you feel nervous more than anything, especially as you could tell that he wasn’t saying them just because. 

But despite the exhaustion of walking around and greeting and bowing and conversing with hundreds of people, which carried over to the reception, it was a fun one, as you and Jin found ways to entertain yourselves in between, laughing and teasing and making jokes. 

You were seated on the table with Sejeong and Hyo-seop, and from a few tables away, your best friends were seated together with Yoongi who seemed quite happy being with other people who weren't your husband. 

“Make that Dara-Yoongi thing happen,” Jin had said, and you commented that your friend might scare him away.

“Well, let’s give them time to get to know each other, then, in a calmer and casual environment,” he suggested, and that’s why you’re currently here - at your suite’s living room, having drinks with your best friends with light music in the background. 

There was a bit of music and dance at the reception after dinner and the program, and the hotel bar was rented out for the after-party. You all stayed there for half an hour before you and Jin decided that it’s really not your scene, and you proposed staying at one of the lounges instead. 

But Dara complained that her feet were aching and honestly, so were yours, so Jin said it was okay to stay at your suite since it’s big enough to hold all of you anyway. Yoongi seemed to have warmed up to your friends so he joined you, and now you’re all enjoying the fancy champagne, charcuterie board, and platter of desserts that your husband ordered.

Dara’s shoes are off and so are yours, and your gown is loose enough for you to still wear it, despite all the food you’d consumed tonight. The men have removed their coats and are seated comfortably on the couch. Jin is next to you, polo sleeves now rolled up to his elbows and tie loosened, looking comfortable and at ease.

You’re all talking about how you and Jungkook met when you were kids before your parents were friends, and how you’d taken care of a drunk Dara in freshman year of college and how you became inseparable after, and how Jimin tried to set you up with one of your co-workers during your first year at the company but you and he ended up getting close instead. 

Yoongi talks about being Jin’s secretary for years and turning down a higher position offer at another company because he liked working for the Kim family and well, both introverts seem to get along just fine. You’re laughing and sharing stories when Jin nudges your arm, alerting you that your phone is ringing.

You look at the table where it is and your photo with Namjoon fills up the screen, and your face lights up as you pick up the device, excusing yourself, and then heading to the balcony for the call.

“Who was it?” Jungkook asks.

“Namjoon,” Jin says dryly.

“How does that make you feel?” The younger man follows up.

“That they talk? Uh, nothing, really,” Jin shrugs. “I mean, they’re obviously something more than best friends and that’s good for ___, having someone who cares for her the way Namjoon does.”

“Yeah, well caring and not fulfilling a promise are two different things. It’s not enough to just say things and then not act on them,” Jungkook states bitterly.

“Do you… not like Namjoon? I heard you and him were the ones there for her during those tough years in college, and yeah, Dara, too,” Jin asks.

“I like him as a friend, sure. I owed him big time during ___’s toughest years because I couldn’t be there for her as often as I wanted but after everything and after all this time, he’s still a distant being who’ll continue to be far away, and it’s just calls and letters that make her feel close to him,” Jungkook says. “Is that a way to love someone?”

“But she still does, doesn’t she?” Jin asks nervously, unsure if he’s ready to hear the answer or not.

“Well, she hasn’t said it in a while. She hasn’t really talked about it much since you two got married,” Jimin answers this time. “And I was honestly surprised that she didn’t make seeing him in France as big a deal as I expected. But I guess it’s just how it is when so much time has passed and both people just get used to the monotony of the relationship, you know? Especially when it’s the same distance, the same act of hoping, of wishing things would change. Maybe the love just fades away and withers without them realizing that they have.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Jin mindlessly says, causing the 4 other people to look at him curiously, the tinge of surprise painting their faces because how could he get it unless it’s something he’s felt - or feels - too?

“You do, huh?” Yoongi arches his brow. 

“I mean, it’s a universal feeling, right?” Jin shrugs, trying to get out of it.

Your friends decide to let it go, opting to talk about something else but Yoongi doesn’t want to let it go just yet.

“Does it maybe have anything to do with your girl of 5 years whom you’ve been distancing yourself from since you got back from France?” He whispers next to his boss. “Perhaps the feelings have faded and you’re now realizing that they have.”

Jin looks at his colleague, his friend who’s had his back for years and who perhaps knows him more than anyone. It’s a realization he doesn’t want to acknowledge or fully admit, primarily because he doesn’t want to face all the consequences of such thought and feeling. His sullen, guilty eyes say enough, and Yoongi just knows.

You get back inside before either man could say anything, and you smile at all of them and ask what you’ve missed. No one dares bring up the call, knowing you’d talk about it when you’re ready. 

The conversation gets back to sharing embarrassing moments from your college days, Jin’s university life in SNU and post-grad in London, and all the office gossip from the past as filled in by Jimin. 

It’s all laughter and new discoveries, and you like seeing this side of your husband - carefree, intrigued, and a little unfiltered. With all the stress he’s under, you enjoy seeing him be a little bit ordinary in a sense, enjoying drinks with people his age, talking about things that aren’t work or business related. 

With the food and drinks wiped out and your friends having sobered up after getting drunk, you all say your goodbyes. It’s past 2AM and you’re exhausted, and Jin lets you get ready for bed while he cleans up in the living room.

You’re dozing off by the time he gets to your shared bed, but you wake up a little when he scoots closer and pulls the covers over your body. 

“Hey,” you say sleepily. “Thanks for cleaning up.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know it took a lot from you to socialize tonight. Thank you for being next to me,” he smiles, affectionately pinching your nose.

“Of course, Jin. Where else would I be?”

His heart jumps at the sight of your tender smile, and he wants nothing more than to see that every day. 

“Nowhere else,” he whispers, but you hear it and choose not to respond.

“The celebrations are over. We did it,” you say, pulling out his heart now and reminding him what all this is - fleeting, temporary, unreal. “Thanks for not making it hard for me. I appreciate it.”

Your eyes flutter close and he’s glad that you don’t hear the thundering of his heart. 

“I don’t ever want it to be hard for you, even if it means it’s hard for me.” He whispers, caressing your cheek as his form of goodnight. “Sleep well, ___. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You get a good night’s sleep and wake up the next day with hangover soup that Jin prepared for you, and then spend the rest of the day in the bedroom resting again. 

The days after that feel like a blur. You go back to your normal routine with Jin - going to the office together, waiting for each other if you’re able and then going home to dinner that Mrs. Kang had made. You still cook him breakfast that weekend while he cooks your dinner, and you spend those 2 days together doing the grocery, going to Taehyung and Hyun-a’s new apartment for a welcome dinner, and then watching a cooking documentary about Italy on Netflix. 

On Monday morning, Jin leaves for a business trip to Qatar. The next 2 days feel a little lonely but he messages you photos of his meals and to talk about how the conference is going and how Doha is like, saying that it’s a place you should definitely visit. 

You’re excited that he seems excited, but what’s striking is how this time, he’s expressive in how he can’t wait to get home, mostly to cook you this new recipe he discovered, and partly because he says that Yoongi hasn’t been the best companion. His secretary is always on his phone with Dara during post-work hours, leaving a lonely Jin to drink in the hotel bar by himself. 

You choose to dwell on the fact that your best friend and Yoongi - quite an unlikely pair, if you’re being honest - are hitting it off. 

But you focus on your own thing while your husband is away. There are a few reports you have to review and a trip to one of the farms to make. 

It’s Thursday by the time you feel it. 

You’d gone to the farm and then the production site last Tuesday and ate a few things there and on the way, so it was probably something spoiled or contaminated that’s causing your stomach pain and severe headache. 

You somewhat managed on Wednesday, going to the washroom a few times and feeling a little dehydrated. But by the next day, it had gotten too much. You decided to work at home instead and got a bit of work done, but you were too tired and dozed off instead. 

The next morning, you wake up to several messages from your husband asking if you’re okay. You say you’re feeling under the weather after you call him, not wanting him to worry since he’s got a few important meetings lined up, but you spend the rest of it walking from the bathroom to the bed, feeling like you’re not improving despite the ginger tea you’ve been drinking and the hot pads all over your body. 

It’s that same Friday in the early afternoon when Jin arrives, exhausted from the trip and the flight where he still had to work while on the way back. It’s the longest he’s been away from you since France, and that sinking feeling of what he’s feeling lays heavy on him. 

There’s much to analyze and assess, as he’d told Yoongi during the night he finally got his friend and colleague to join him for drinks and the younger man had stated the obvious that of course he noticed that something has changed. But Jin doesn’t want to dive into it yet, afraid of making a premature assumption or decision about what he needs to do. 

It’s possible that those 2 weeks in France and the affection he felt towards you were meant to be fleeting, perhaps brought about by the romantic nature of the trip. It could be that you were close and Seri was far away, and maybe he was just missing affection and you were there, willing to give it to him, too. Maybe he’s just a stupid guy who doesn’t know shit and can’t understand what he’s feeling or can’t own up to it, but either one is just as bad.

But when he exits the plane, waits for almost an hour for Mr. Lim, and then gets informed on why the chauffeur was late, all those things don’t seem to matter as much, because all he can think of is you.

“I had to rush Mrs. Kim to the hospital,” Mr. Lim had said. “She hasn’t been feeling well for days and Mrs. Kang thought it would be best if she went to get checked already.”

“Take me there now,” Jin had told the driver. “And cancel the rest of my day,” he’d instructed oongi. 

Jin arrives at the hospital, demanding you to be moved to the VIP room despite the nurse telling him that you insisted on staying at a private room because you’re just there for monitoring. 

“I don’t care, she’s still sick. Move her there, now,” Jin demands. 

You’re a little groggy when you feel the bed moving and hear chatter nearby. You also feel like you’re dreaming when you hear Jin’s low-tone voice asking the doctor some things. When you feel like you’ve stopped moving, you decide to open your eyes.

“Hey, who are you fighting?” You ask sleepily.

“The nurse who kept you in a private room,” he groans. 

“Fight me instead,” you mumble. “I said I didn’t want a VIP room. Too big for me; you weren’t there anyway.”

“I’m here now. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” he says.

“That’s stupid,” you manage to chuckle. “You had a work trip. But you’re here now though.”

“Yeah, and I’ll stay here, okay? Let’s talk when you don’t sound like an inebriated old man.”

“Ugh, you annoy me sometimes, Kim Seokjin,” you giggle. “Now stop being angry and wait for me to wake up again.”

You wake up 2 hours later, feeling not much better than you did some time ago, but there’s still an improvement somehow. You turn to your side and find Jin with one hand clasping yours and another, typing away on his tablet. 

“Looks like you need your other hand,” you say, letting him go, but he doesn’t let you.

“How are you feeling?” He asks worriedly, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Still terrible. Did they say where I got it?” 

“Hopefully something you ate on the way there because the farm and production site is going to hear it from me if they served you contaminated food,” he frowns. “Though I had those places checked already and so far, everyone is okay.”

“Relax, I’m still alive,” you chuckle.

“Bacterial infection can get severe, okay?” He frowns again. “And you should’ve gone to the hospital the first day you started feeling unwell.”

“I had so much work to do. Plus, I thought the hot packs and tea were enough,” you shrug. “Do you know what they’re doing to cure me?”

“Antibiotics and some other medicines.”

“Great, so I can leave tonight?”

“No. I asked for another test to make sure this is all we have to worry about,” he responds. “And I’m not comfortable having you stay at home when I can’t be there to look after you.”

“I’m not a baby,” you pout. “And hospital food isn’t all that great. I want Mrs. Kang’s cooking, or yours. Take me home, please?”

“Just spend another day here, okay? Just to be sure. And then I’ll take you home.”

“Fine,” you smile. It’s a soft one, and this makes Jin feel a little more at ease. “Will you stay the night, then?”

“Of course, ___. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jin spends that Friday night with you. He instructs Mrs. Kang to send over both of your clothes and dinner as well. Your best friends visit and tell your husband that you can get a little stubborn when you’re sick so it’s best to follow what you want instead of you doing things on your own. There was one time you left the hospital and freaked everyone out just because you hated the food and you wanted to eat something delicious. 

You take the test that Jin asked for the next day, and you spend the rest of it in the hospital to appease him. You’ve experienced way worse than this and never had to go to the hospital; even your parents agree, as you video call them and your mom says that if she lived nearby, she could just send you some soup and tea because those always worked. 

“Aish, what would the doctors do but prescribe you things that cost thousands when my love doesn’t cost anything,” your mom says. “They’re just making money off of you, sweetie.”

You see Jin purse his lips and keep himself from saying anything.

He doesn’t get your attitude when it comes to health issues like this and you point out that some things can be resolved by home remedies. Your parents’ care has always been enough to cure you, but living the life that Jin does, you suppose every little thing needs to be taken care of immediately, and money gets you anything. So you follow, if only not to get him even more stressed out, as you see him take multiple work and non work-related calls.

It’s Sunday when you’re finally discharged and being off a hospital gown feels like a breath of fresh air. Jin carries your bags and takes note of all the medicines you have to take and the things you aren’t supposed to do.

“No work for the next few days,” he orders, as he pulls down the covers and gestures for you to lie down, but you remain standing with furrowed eyebrows and a pout on your face.

“What, you can’t make me do that! You’re not the boss of me,” you cross your arms.

“Uh, ___, I kinda am.”

“Rude,” you frown even harder.

“___, these are doctor’s orders,” he says, walking over to where you are. “If you wanna get back to work as soon as possible, then you follow them, and that means taking your medications and resting, and I mean resting.”

“Fine, I’ll follow. No need to talk to me like a kid.”

“I’m sorry, but I just wanted to get ahead of you before you argue with me again.”

“Excuse me, I don’t argue with you!” You gasp, earning you a chuckle.

“Come on, go rest first. I’ll see what I can make you for lunch,” he says, pinching your nose. “And I’m telling you as your boss and your husband - I need you well, okay? So get better soon.”

You survive your first day back at home without any more bickering with Jin. He makes you noodles for lunch and then stew for dinner. Your appetite still isn’t back to normal, and that’s become his indicator for your recovery. He said he wouldn’t believe you’re fully well until you’re able to finish a 3-course meal, and you know he’s got you backed in a corner; you can barely finish a 1/3 cup of rice.

That first night, Jin could barely sleep as he constantly worried about you. He’s not used to it, thinking about someone other than himself. Sure, he’d worried about Seri, but not the same way he’s worrying about you, and that’s just added to his stress about all the things he’s feeling.

He even snuck in your room at 2AM just to make sure you were okay, and there you were, sleeping soundly with your loud snores. He hates to admit that he’s missed that terribly more than anything. 

It’s Monday morning and you’d just woken up from the incessant ringing of your phone. You’re about to pick it up when it stops, and you turn to the side to see Jin holding your phone.

“Yes, this is Mr. Kim. I’ve informed ___’s team that she’ll be off for a few days due to health concerns. I believe this can wait, yes?”

He turns to you and is greeted with your wide eyes. Surely, you’ve never heard of him taking work calls that aren’t his. 

“I understand, I’ll let her know but expect a response next week. Thank you.”

He hangs up and greets you good morning. 

“Uh, who was that?” You ask.

“Someone from Marketing, but it’s okay, I’ve handled it.”

“Sure,” you arch a brow. “And what are you doing here? You should be at work.”

“I am. Or, I will be. I’ll just get a desk in here unless it’s okay if I use yours?”

“Uh, why?”

“Uh… right, why would I be working in my wife’s bedroom. I’ll just go back to my room and work the—”

“Did you want to work here so you can look after me and make sure I don’t work?”

“Not really. I just, uh… I barely slept last night because I kept thinking you were still having your stomach ache and stuff, and I just… you know what, never mind. I’ll just—”

“Stay, please,” you say, knowing that the soft, closeted sweetheart side of him can’t bear knowing you’re still in pain, and you want to show him there’s nothing he should worry about. It’s just an infection, after all, and you already know that the medication’s working.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Just take calls elsewhere, but you can use my desk over there. I’ll put the TV on mute, don’t worry. I’m not in the mood to process anything, anyway,” you assure him.

“Okay then,” he smiles, feeling satisfied.

And that’s how your day is spent - watching a hotel reality TV show on mute, reading a book, and eating whatever Mrs. Kang has prepared. Jin works mostly on reports and other things and takes calls outside. He constantly checks in on you and eats his meals next to you while you both talk about random things.

Later that night, he tucks you in bed. You have medicine that makes you drowsy but you don’t really want to sleep yet. There’s a show you want to watch later on so you ask Jin to stay next to you.

“Wake me up when I doze off,” you say groggily. 

“Why would I do that? I want you to sleep already,” he says, though he slides in next to you under the covers. 

“So you can rest a bit, too,” you say, leaning on his shoulder that’s leveled with your head. “You kept working today while making sure I was fine. Watch with me.”

There’s a hockey game on and you’ve put it on mute. You know he likes watching sports this way. 

You’re softly snoring not long after, and Jin shifts further down so you’re both lying more comfortably. He wants to stay here with you, with his arm wrapped around you in an effort to protect you from anything and everything. But he doesn’t want to scare you, seeing as how close you both are right now; he could basically hear the beating of your heart and he’s afraid you’d wake up and hear the beating of his - fast, erratic, and screaming for you.

So he sneaks out after and softly kisses the top of your head before he leaves, an affectionate act he’s surprised himself he did. There’s so much he wants to say but he doesn’t know how to, and the more he spends time with you like this, the clearer things get. And he’s never been more scared.

The next few days are painfully slow. You’re better by Wednesday but the doctor advised you to work from home for the rest of the week since the medicines would still make you feel weak and sleepy. Jin finally goes to work to attend meetings but he always comes home early and eats dinner with you downstairs. 

It’s finally the end of the week and you convinced Jin to go out to see the Han River with you. You’ve been stuck at home, in your room for a whole week and you just want to breathe the air outside and look at the sky and watch strangers walking about. He agrees and picks you up at home after an evening meeting.

He takes you to one of your favorite Southeast Asian restaurants and he talks about work while you talk about the series that you binge-watched today. You go to one of the parks you liked to frequent when you still had the time, something that Jin isn’t that much familiar with.

“I’m into the outdoors in so much as fishing or golfing goes,” he shrugs, earning him a chuckle. “But going to the park or a river and just people watch like this? Not really my thing.”

“So do you go fishing or golfing when you want to think?”

“I fly somewhere and just walk around and find places to eat by myself,” he smiles. “Rich people things, I know,” he chuckles, “but eating alone helps me be in tune with myself, you know? Like, I don’t have to converse with anyone. If I do, it’s with a stranger who gives me something new to think about. But other than that, it’s just a foreign city and its food and me. That’s what I do to think.”

“Hmm, I like that,” you grin. “For some people, food is just sustenance. To some, it’s a form of love and service. And then there’s people like you, where food helps you discover yourself. It’s pretty amazing what food can mean to people.”

He drowns in your eyes and your smile and waits for a bit before he asks. “Is this what you do when you want to think?”

You nod.

“So what are you thinking about?”

You’re now both seated at a bench in a more elevated and secluded area. You can see the river against the buildings and the night sky, which is shining a little brighter than usual. You think it waited for you to be like this.

“Do you know much about astronomy?” You answer him with a question.

“Not really,” he responds, adjusting his position so he could see a bit more of the view. “Just the basics, you know, the ones we learn at school? I mean, the sky’s pretty, especially at night but it’s so permanent that I just don’t mind it much. I heard that the stars we see are dead, though. That one’s pretty mind-boggling.”

“Interesting,” you hum. “I think it’s that permanence that makes it intriguing to me because for all that it is and the fact that it’s always been there, the human mind just can’t seem to fully grasp it. Like the stars that we see - which aren’t actually dead because it takes about a billion years for them to die - are light years away. And we’re looking at what they were before.”

“Huh, I thought they were dead,” Jin frowns.

“It seems quite poetic and dramatic to believe that they’re all dead, isn’t it?” You chuckle. “But they’re very much alive, though they’ll still die. But the idea remains - they could be dead and people would still be looking at them when they were still alive, because it’s technically the past we’re looking at, like the star during its glory days.”

Is this what you think about every time you’re looking at the sky? He wonders.

“Hmm, isn’t that a nice thought though?” He says. “Something could be gone but we still get to see and appreciate the beauty of it as if it’s still alive.”

“You’re an optimist, Jin. And I like that about you,” you smile at him. “And while I do agree to an extent, I still think it’s more sad than anything. We get to see and appreciate it for what it was, thinking that it’s still how it is. And they may all still be alive but the generations after us who’ll see them will only get to see what’s left of the stars, and not the stars themselves. They’ll think that there’s something still there when there really isn’t anymore.”

The thought lingers in the air. It’s been floating in your mind for weeks, or maybe months and you just hadn’t realized it. There’s something hopeful about an entity that used to exist but now only does so in your mind or your memory - it was real at least, and that’s enough for anyone to appreciate its beauty. 

But you can’t help but feel like the butt of life’s joke sometimes - that the beauty only exists in your mind when in reality, it’s long gone. You wonder if you’d just chosen to believe it still exists for your sake, or for the other person.

“You know what makes it all better?” Jin takes you away from your thoughts.

“What?”

“Accepting that fact, that what we’re seeing is how it was before but appreciating it either way. Then maybe finding something else that’s beautiful but closer. Like the moon. Sure, it doesn’t twinkle or shoot up or fall or whatever but just think - how many stars does it take to light up the sky? But all you need is one moon.”

A smile creeps up your face. How many years have you been loving the same man and hoping for him to come back for you? Those years have gone - maybe the love, too? You don’t want to think about it that way, though - and they’ll continue to shine brightly but all you’re remembering are what used to be. What - or who - is your moon now?

Beautiful but closer. Perhaps they’re much closer than you think.

“Hmm, didn’t know you’re a poet, Kim Seokjin,” you giggle.

“I’m not, actually. It’s just a thought that crossed my mind. I get why you like to come here and watch the sky to think. The vibe helps.”

He turns to you, your eyes still lost in the stars that are perhaps millions of years in existence and have millions more in them. You seem so far away, like there’s more you’re thinking about, like there’s more to say.

“Is this all you’re thinking about? Seeing the stars in their glory days?” He wonders.

“Joon called me the other night, after the wedding,” you say after a beat of silence. 

I know, Jin thinks, but he lets you continue.

“He’s in Senegal right now, then he’ll go to Ghana in a few days, and then Uganda later in the month. He’ll be staying in Africa for a while to write about the contemporary art scene,” you share. “It’s an amazing opportunity and he’s so excited. And I’m really happy for him.”

“So that’s what the call was about? It was a pretty long one,” Jin says, cursing himself for sounding bitter, and he’s thankful that you don’t seem bothered.

“Mostly, yeah,” you smile, recalling how excited Namjoon sounded when he got the call from an art foundation about the opportunity. “The world is huge; he’ll never run out of things to do. And knowing he gets to do so many things he’s always wanted and explore what else is out there - it makes me really happy for him, like, I’m ecstatic. I just think, this is what it means to truly care for someone, it’s what it means to love.”

The lump in Jin’s throat gets bigger at the word, at the thought - of your love and care for someone who isn’t him, but he powers through, knowing you need a friend more than anything. Perhaps it’s why you asked him here in the first place.

“Where does that leave you, then?” He hates asking this, because he doesn’t want to seem like he’s forcing himself in your life that you’d imagined spending with someone else. 

“Somewhere,” you chuckle. “Still in his life, that’s for sure. I always will be, he assured me that. That’s another thing he said during the call, that he regrets not being able to say more when we met up in France, that he wished he was able to spend the rest of the day with me. Missing me so much after reminded him that he’ll always want me to be part of his life; in what way, that’s something he didn’t clarify.”

“I’m sorry,” Jin mumbles. “I’m sure you were expecting more.”

“I’m not really sure. I guess I expected this again but I’m not as heartbroken as I thought I’d be,” you turn to him and take his hand, something you find yourself doing a lot, especially when you’re looking at the starry night sky. “Namjoon and I are up in the air. There are things we need to talk about when we’re together but I think we just missed each other too much in France that’s why we didn’t. But we agreed that if we see each other again, we will talk about it, about us, what we feel and what we’ll do - maybe close the book of our story that never really took off, or continue writing it, whether as friends or something more. I don’t know.”

“So, uh, you’ll see him again soon?”

“I will. I’ll have to.” 

He squeezes your hand to let you know that whatever it is you decide to do, he’ll be there for you. And he means it wholeheartedly, regardless of what he’s feeling.

“I’m glad you’re feeling good enough to be out tonight. It was a miserable week for you, I could tell by the multiple text and voice messages I was getting everyday,” Jin chuckles.

“Yeah, well, there’s this man who’s babying me and wouldn’t let me work unless I was better,” you nudge his arm. “But in hindsight, I’m glad he did. I feel so much better. And uh, it’s nice to be with you tonight, Jin, finally eating normally again and being out here to watch the sky. You’re really the best husband any woman could ask for,” you laugh, the irony hitting you and him in different ways you’re both unaware of.

Jin is unable to sleep again that night. All he could think about was the faraway look in your eyes and if he didn’t sound too hopeful, he’d say there was sadness in there, too. 

He doesn’t want to take advantage of whatever it is you’re going through but he also knew at that moment when you were talking about Namjoon, all Jin could think about was how he wanted that place in your life - the one you’ll care for, the one you’ll love. 

The fact that he’s been nothing but worried all week, wanting nothing more than to have you be well so you could eat all the delicious dishes you’re used to and watch food shows until the late nights with him; the fact that every night he’d been wishing to lay next to you and hold you in his arms and hug and kiss the pain away, tell him enough about how he feels. 

The next day, you say that your brother is home for a quick trip and you’ll be going home to your parents’ for the weekend, and Jin takes the opportunity to go out, too. He invites Yoongi and Taehyung to a resort outside of the city to play golf, and calling both men on a weekend like this isn’t something that normally happens.

“So, uh, what are we here for?” Taehyung asks. “I did some golfing in Argentina, you know? I’m pretty great at it already so get ready to lose.”

“Your brother’s not here to compete,” Yoongi says as Jin walks back to their seat. “He’s here because he’s finally got the stick out of his ass and decided to actually make a decision. Right, Jin?”

Jin has always appreciated that his secretary is perceptive; it’s always helped the older man make good decisions at work. But as a friend, sometimes he hates it. Yoongi has known all this time and has been saying the right things but Jin tends to be stubborn, especially when he knows this is all on him. 

“Okay, I feel like I should know but maybe I don’t,” Taehyung arches a brow. “Does this maybe have something to do with a woman whom you’ve kept around for years just because it was easy and also another woman who came out of nowhere but is making you realize that love can sometimes be hard and that’s how you know?”

It’s an oversimplification of the situation, Jin thinks. He’d kept Seri around for many reasons. Sure, it was easy and convenient. He never had to make excuses for whatever he’s lacking because she knew his duties and responsibilities. Despite it being a secret, he didn’t have to put in that much effort, he didn’t have to put in that much thought, there weren’t any expectations. It was easy and convenient and it worked. He thought that’s all it was, that what he and Seri had was all it could be.

And then there’s you, the woman he’s married to who’s suddenly making him see all the possibilities of what love could be; you with your infectious smile and silly laughter and your passion for food and your job and how comfortable everything is when he’s with you. You’re what makes him better, happy, free. 

“It is,” Jin sighs. He feels like he doesn’t have to say much - as his brother and closest companion, he feels like Taehyung and Yoongi just know. “I’m falling in love with my wife and I don’t know what to do.”

“You do,” Yoongi says. “It’s just hard and we get it. But you see what happens when it’s easy? You get blinded by it that you think it’s what you care about, that it’s what you want when it isn’t. You’ve known it for a while, Jin. It stopped being Seri for a long time, if it even was her. You know what to do; she deserves more than this.”

“She’s deserved more than you all this time, hyung,” Taehyung says. 

“I know,” Jin replies. “I’ve been incredibly unfair to her.”

“Just be honest with her, hyung. I’m sure she’ll at least appreciate that.”

It’s almost poetic, the way the rain just pours when Jin enters the neighborhood. He used to come here a lot at random hours of the night - after a long day at work, after a particularly stressful meeting, after a business trip that barely gave him time to unwind. It’s 9PM, probably one of the earliest hours he’d ever come, that’s why when she opens the door, Seri’s wide eyes get even wider.

“Jin, I didn’t expect you,” she smiles, letting him in as the rain is getting even harsher. 

“Yeah, I, uh… We need to talk… about us,” Jin manages to say. “I haven’t been fair to you, Seri. I’m so sorry, but we can’t do this anymore.”

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bts fanfics i personally think shakespeare would lose his job over in the 1500’s.

chapter i. ✷ chapter ii.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — poor sod is on the floor. perhaps it’s shock?

( ♬ ) — he’s jealous he didn’t write this himself. well, it sucks to suck, mate.

( ✎ ) — currently handing him a tissue. give him a second.

( ♛ ) — both him and i lost our jobs. her majesty is ruthless.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: without further ado, this are the fanfics that i think would cause shakespeare to lose his job: the first of many essays. let’s bring the guy to his knees. metaphorically.

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( ♛ ) THE BODYGUARD — by @rmnamjoons

!! bodyguard!namjoon x reader | 62.9k !!

bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating, slight angst if you squint, lil bit of violence.

firstly, we’re starting off strong. i present to you, the mother of all namjoon fanfics. and she’s a bad bitch. tbh, i feel like this fic needs a moment of silence just to relish in her glory. soak it all up. it’s essential.

this fic genuinely had me gobsmacked at how incredibly written it is. it delves into every detail and no aspect of the story is left dry. you can tell the author put their everything into creating this world you just submerge into. and it shows.

the world building is amazing, the characters are so thought out, and it feels like you’re just on this adventure with them and discovering their story as it plots out.

also, the build up to the smut? out of this world. that’s one thing i love about this fic: it doesn’t feel rushed. everything is very spaced out and takes it’s sweet time, so when you get to the chocolately nut of the ferrero rocher, it’s like gold and well earned. and you can enjoy it.

honestly, it’s been months since i read this and i think about it every day. i did do some research (for my own peace of mind) and this fic is longer than the perks of being a wallflower. and is it better? yes. sorry not sorry.

this work of art deserves to be read and loved. and i rest my case, your honour.

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( ✎ ) UNTIL THE LAST STAR FALLS — by @minniepetals

!! underworld lords!bts x shield!reader | 44.4k !!

reincarnation!au, poly!au, gods!au, unrequited love, minor character death, car accidents.

quick question — for science — how does one happen to lose all their memories without any sustaining any internal or external injuries? because the things i would do to read this again for the first time. and i do not use those words lightly.

this was my first ever ‘longer’ written fic. and if i’m being honest, i never really liked to read them because i have the attention span of a goat. but this fic lures you in from the very start and time slips away like smoke. to say, it definitely left its mark on me.

it’s so brilliantly written and you feel connected to the characters both mind and soul. you want the best for them, you want to save them, you actually want to crawl into the pages (or screen) and fucking help them out. and that sold it to me, i think. just the sheer love for these characters.

i balled when i read the last few sentences. i didn’t want it to end. i think i finished it at three in the morning and sent a voice note of me crying to my friend. tmi? well, now on my christmas list is 7 hot boys in the underworld who would risk their everything for me. and i, them.

worth every single second. trust.

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( ♬ ) WARM THIS WINTER — by @jamaisjoons

!! seokjin x reader ft. ex-boyfriend jungkook | 51.6k !!

christmas!au, vacation!au, angst, fluff, smut (18+).

one thing about solaris, is she never misses. if i could, i think i’d recommend every fanfic she ever put out, but that’s too much effort for me when you could simply click her masterlist. so, i’ll wait here for you to do that. make sure you come back though.

love. sure, there are hundreds- perhaps, thousands of fics on this app about it. so what makes this one different? well, that’s just it. the sorrowful honesty of love. knowing when it’s over, and when it’s blooming in the midst.

i’ve never been in love, but frankly, this fic really spelt it out for me. the pain, the joy, the lingering memories after everything is said and done. it’s all there. and it really settles in your heart as you near the end.

this work pulled on every single heartstring of mine, stamped on them, and then proceeded to sew anew for the future to bring its own miseries. and i enjoyed it more than i can say (or type).

give this a read if you need just that bit of spark in your life. and that bit of sadness, too.

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( ✮ ) STRIKE A CHORD — by @snackhobi

!! yoongi x reader | 15.8k !!

smut (18+), pianist!yoongi.

i don’t know what it is about this fic, but i come back to it whenever it pops up in my mind during my day. i’ll immediately unlock my phone and open this app, knowing i’ll feel better when the last word is read. and i feel content.

the atmosphere in this fic, if i may, feels as though you’re trapped in a warm, safe bubble with hazed music in the distance and soft light spilling through the thin layer of the bubble— not too dark, but enough to make you feel drowsy and peaceful. perhaps that’s why i return to it so often. i like how it makes me feel.

yoongi as an artist is already enough to make a person swoon, but as a pianist? i need a lie down. a cold towel to the head. just the whole characterisation of him in this fic needs a whole separate essay in itself, but you’ll understand my point when you read it.

forever a comfort fic, i think. and forever a comfort person. double whammy. case closed.

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( ✎ ) THE END — by @jimlingss

!! seokjin x reader | 31k !!

fifty percent fluff, fifty percent angst, loosely inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before.

i say this with my whole chest: i have never underestimated the amount of emotions you can experience during a fanfic, until i read the end— both literally and metaphorically. shock horror.

this fanfic takes you through the adventure of the reader learning of what her future would commence if she were to marry either one of the six members. best part? she’s led through this rollercoaster journey by the ghost of kim seokjin.

first impression to such an offer? sign me the fuck up. i mean, what more could you ask for? however my final impression went a bit more on the lines of what the fuck just happened. very different ends of the spectrum, if you ask me.

i decided to hand both shakespeare and i a tissue after this great piece of art was finished because not only was i sobbing, he was on the floor knowing his romance play of pericles could never live up to such an incredible story.

this fic was a rollercoaster i would be delighted to get onto for another ride.

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( ✎ ) A UNIVERSE TO YOU — by @readyplayerhobi

!! soulmate!hoseok x reader | 41k !!

fluff, angst, smut (18+), soulmates!au.

shakespeare once said (according to google), “it is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves,” and if this fic wasn’t a soulmate!au, i think i would’ve agreed in some sorts. but as it is, in fact, a soulmate!au, i’m obliged to disagree. it was destiny i read this fic, hand on heart.

i was not expecting this fic to hit me in the feels as hard as it did. as you can tell by the other works listed in this essay of recommendations, soulmate!au’s come up a lot. and with a lot of the same plots flying around on this app, it’s hard to make one stand out. but this author definitely has a gift.

everything was so richly created it made you feel full. of wonder, of love, and of want. it made you crave it for yourself. and that’s what i love about this fic. it just makes you feel… good. and with the unfortunates of life currently, it’s one to get your head stuck in for some temporary relief.

dream soulmate? he’s right here, people. just enjoy the story and all the feels that float around your body. go on.

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( ✮ ) BUNNY — by @btssmutgalore

!! jungkook x fem!reader | 46.5k !!

non-idol!au, camboy!jk, friends to lovers, smut, angst.

let’s start here: never judge a book by its cover. a quote by george eliot going all the way back to the 19th century, and one i would use to describe this series as a whole, and my first impressions towards it.

this series, although unfinished (i think), has exceeded my expectations of a good smut outlined by a good plot. the best of both worlds, if you might. i came out of this series deeply in awe of the writing and the clear imagery the author manages to create within your own mind.

additionally, bunny was the beginning for me in learning about the world of camboys and camgirls(?), but i was greatly surprised. often, people are unkind to the new and stick to what they’re accustomed to, afraid of what the unknown might bring — me, included.

but, i’m glad i took the risk because i received three great things in return: a beautiful fanfic, knowledge of something that was foreign to me, and an author whose work i admire and shall be returning to in the future.

perhaps what i’m getting at is this could be a lesson to all. take a risk of something unknown because who knows? maybe something great will come out of it, and you’ll learn something. i did.

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( ♬ ) SEOUL UNDERGROUND — by @hunniejimins (ao3)

!! namjoon x jungkook x f!reader | 300k !!

mafia!au, enemies to lovers, violence, slow burn, love triangles, mob boss!namjoon, smut, heavy angst.

it’s ironic really. i found this work by someone else’s recommendation, and now i’m passing on the favour and recommending it to you, dear reader. it’s funny how the world works.

this work is the perfect balance of fantasy and reality and i love it. you’re hit with the beauty and clouded haze of love before being smacked back into the world at the realisation the very person you’re in love with, is a mafia mob boss and his killer mate. a real fun-sponge, i tell ‘ya.

nevertheless, this book kept me up early morning and late evening reading. it keeps you hooked, wanting, and hungry for more.

it’s nothing less of a masterpiece.

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( ✎ ) CREAM AND SUGA — by @snackhobi

!! yoongi x barista f!reader | 14.8k !!

coffee shop!au, barista!au, fluff, nfsw (18+).

@snackhobi is mentioned twice on this list. though, can you blame me? it’s just a good thing shakespeare and this author don’t exist in the same century. it would be absolute carnage but nobody is ready for that conversation.

this author has a talent of portraying yoongi in the most irresistible way possible. i swear, i fall in love with him all over again reading. i wish you understood.

the whole misunderstanding section made me laugh because haven’t we all been there? the crushing pain and overwhelming guilt of having a crush on someone you can’t have. it’s all too real, seriously. been there, done that (unfortunately).

especially having the holidays just past, this is a perfect fic for a warm evening in, while the coldness of winter storms past outside. such a cute fic. love, love, love!

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( ♛ ) LOST AND FOUND — by @taleasnewastime

!! seokjin x reader | 21.2k !!

strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, sfw.

everyone says they have a fanfic that changed them, whether they’re being hyperbolic or brutally honest. and in my case, it’s a matter of both latter and former.

a couple months ago, i reached what i thought was rock bottom regarding my mental state and i took to my imagination to save me from the daily hell of my own mind. and this book was one i never really forgot about.

everything this author wrote within this fic was honest, heartfelt and very, very real. from the way you don’t just go up after going through something, but fall occasionally and sometimes feel as though you’re back at square one, to the way that there definitely is hope in the dark moments, and a light at the end of the tunnel. albeit a very faint one.

it comforted me in a way and reminded me of what i thought to be lost. fruitless, even. but sometimes, it’s books like these that open our eyes to things we’ve forgotten during times of turmoil: the simple goodness of life. and of people.

“if you’re going through hell, keep going.” winston churchill.

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( ✮ ) CANDYLAND — by @honeymoonjin

!! seokjin x reader ft. elf!jk | 13k !!

thriller, angst, fantasy, husband!jin, some cursing.

my mother is the biggest thriller fan. not that you needed to know that, but she is. and she’s not ashamed of it either. she’ll let you know if she’s reading a really good thriller in the moment. trust me, you’ll know.

me? not so much. i’m more of a sappy, hopeless romance, happy ending kind-of-sod — if you haven’t already guessed from this list. but there’s a reason this fic is on the list, too.

this fic genuinely kept me on the edge of my seat- uh, bed. the secrets of what darkness lingered behind the happy exterior of this adventure trip gripped my eyes to the screen, and lord, was it worth it.

throw a bit of husband!seokjin in there too? what more could you want! and written by @honeymoonjin? what a win.

let’s just say after this fic i added a few other thrillers to my basket. and happily reported to my mum i was a changed woman. okay, i’m exaggerating, but you get my point. it was incredible.

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( ✎ ) LILY LUCK — by @gguksgalaxy

!! yoongi x reader | 10.7k !!

soulmates!au, angst, fluff if u squint, very slight implicit sexual content, anxiety.

although this fic may be the shortest on the list, do not underestimate its power. it is still as mighty as the others— perhaps, even more so.

i think the main emotion i want to hone into concerning this fanfic is compassion. it sinks into your bones and surrounds your entire being like a unwanted hug. and you can’t even stop it.

the author does a good job of making you feel intense compassion for the reader — who so desperately wants to meet her soulmate. which makes the ending that much more satisfying.

this is for those who’re lonely, need a pick up, or those who’re hopeless romantics and believe in love belonging to fate, such as myself.

“expectation is the root of all heartache.” william shakespeare. talking of the devil, he would definitely cry over this fic. either of bubbling emotions, or the fact he didn’t write it himself. sucks really. for him, not for me.

© marknee, 2023. all rights reserved.

[piedpiperslists]

Seokjin Series (XI)

* ¹ - one shot s - contains smut sm - social media format

Before Your Very Eyes by @vyduan s ft MYG, friends to lovers, roommates au, polyamory au Summary: After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds).

Bed Bereft ¹ [epilogue] [drabbles] by @randombtsprincessa s ft KTH, best friend!Taehyung, polyamory au Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.

Paraluman by @muniimyg s sm childhood best friend!Jungkook, FWB!Seokjin, love triangle au Summary: In love and afraid of losing OC, Jungkook attempts to clean up his act to compete with his calm and collected roommate who has done nothing but break OC’s heart over and over again.

The A-Listers by @httpknjoon actor!Seokjin, famous!reader Summary: Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

Heaven Sent by @btsqualityy husband's best friend!Seokjin, widow!reader Summary: You had the perfect life: an amazing husband, a gorgeous daughter, and a career that you loved. It was everything that you’d ever wanted for yourself, until it was snatched away from you. After a horrific accident, you’re left to figure out how to raise your five year old daughter, Aera, all on your own while also grieving the loss of your first love. You struggle to understand why your husband left the both of you alone, until a chance reconnection with one of your husband’s closest friends shows you that maybe, he is still looking out for you.

[stacywaters]

Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH4 - The Fan Meet

Y/N POV:

"TA DA!! I got you a ticket to the fan meet!" He beams.

"WAIT WHAT?" I grab on to the ticket and examine it closely. Yep, this is definitely official. I gasp, "How did you even get one of these?? They only announced it just last night!"

"You know how the Armys are. You have to buy them quick before they sell out. But don't worry about that! You get to meet Jin!" He mentioned.

"You're right!" I exclaimed, "wait.. what will I say to him? How should I dress? Should I wear makeup, or no? What if he doesn't like me? What id I trip and-"

"Shh, shh," He breathed, "It'll be fine. I'm sure he'll love you. Why would he hate his fans? Just be yourself."

At his words, I calmed down, "You're right, just have to be myself."

"But when you get back you are telling me every detail, got it?" He held out his pinkie.

"Promise!"

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Eventually the day of the fan meet came. I lightly curled my hair and put on some makeup. I wore a blush pink dress with gold detailing. Grabbing my bag, I got on the bus to drive to the venue.

Once I got there, long lines were crowding around the building. I got in line where I was supposed to and waited. Some people were talking and making friends, but I focused on what I was going to say once I got there.

JIN POV:

"Just 5 more minutes guys!" One of the staff called out to us.

"I'm so excited!!" Jimin cheered, "It's always so much fun to meet our fans. They're so sweet!"

"I heard you invited someone this time, Hyung." Jungkook turned to me.

"Yeah. A friend."

"Oooh who is it?" Hoseok teased.

"Are they a girl?" Taehyung asked.

"Yes, she's a girl. She's just a friend I've made recently and she happens to like our music." I replied.

"Are you her bias? Do you like her?" Taehyung continued to pester.

"It doesn't matter!" I yelled, "...but maybe"

"Maybe you're her bias or maybe she likes you??" Jungkook joined in.

"Guys! It's time to get out there!" The same staff member called.

I smoothed out my shirt as we walked onto the small stage. Looking out at the crowd, I tried to find her face. I didn't see her. Right as I was beginning to worry, I noticed her huddled in the corner, an overwhelmed look on her face. Cute, I thought.

After some short announcements from the other members, we began the signing. One by one fans came to the table and talked with us. Eventually it was Y/N's turn. She lingered towards the table.

The first member at the table was Namjoon. They talked for a bit and he must've made a joke, because she broke out into snickers. He signed her album and passed it on to Hoseok.

Inside I was burning with jealousy, but I tried to hide it from the fan in front of me. They're all excited to be here, I have to give them all a good show. Still, she's MY friend. I invited her here, but now all the other members are getting to talk to her.

Hoseok finishes signing her album and passes it on to me. She nervously walks over, but on the way she trips over her shoelaces. Luckily she was able to catch herself, but I know that must have really hurt her pride. I remember her saying she was worried about that...

"Ah.., I'm so sorry," She mumbled, her face as red as my shirt.

"Woah, you're so pretty. Is this my fan meet or yours?" I joked.

She laughed at that, "gosh, I seem to embarrass myself every time I meet you, don't I?"

"Please, don't worry about it. It's adorable." I said. The words left my mouth before I even realized. Shoot! Don't be so obvious about it, Seokjin! What are you saying!

If she wasn't blushing before, she was now. The other fans are starting to wrap up their conversations. She rushed to a page in the photo book for me to sign.

"Er- what is your name?" I ask.

"Y/N." She smiles.

Uncapping the marker, I began writing:

Dear Y/N,

Thank you so much for listening to our music and coming to the signing today! Your support means the word to us. I'd like to see you again. Wanna meet at Lotte World this Saturday at 10:00 am?

I'll be waiting for you,

Your Jinnie

I close the book and pass it back to her. She smiles, and I notice the glitter present both in her eyeshadow and her outfit. She looks so sparkly, but she does even when she's wearing worn out jeans and a sweatshirt at the store. No matter where she is or what she's doing, she never fails to make my heart flutter. It's been three months since I first met her, I need to tell her at some point.

Y/N, I really like you.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

18 +

PART 6

Take Me Home

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Hybrid Bunny, Hoseok/Assistant medical.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, medical procedures and curse words, suicide attempt (not detailed only mentioned).

Word count: 12k

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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Hybrids lived between us in our human society for a decade already, it was nothing new our society’s view of them had changed dramatically over this years. It wasn't something that stared out positively, at first many people thought the hybrids were some kind of alien and not so surprisingly feared them to the core. it was more of a understanding that was needed in order for us to change our view of the unknown. I was one of the few people who decided to fallow this path, i knew it wouldn't be easy but i had Jin beside me and he played a big part into the reason i became a doctor of special beings. I loved every part of my job as a doctor at the clinic. For years nothing has ever shocked me ever since i began my own work here, having spent almost my whole life working with Jin we grew up together here. No one could understand me better than him.

Shocked? That was an understatement.

To say the least i could nearly put any thought into sense. My mind seemed to still be under process after he spilled the most outrageous thing he could to me, i could feel my entire body run cold under his stare. I was hoping this was some kind of joke of his, the moment couldn't be more perfect for it - right? - but the more i searched in his eyes the more worried i became, there was no shade of entertainment on his features and it hit me like a brick in the head, he was completely serious about this.

Mouth opening and closing repeatedly as no words came out of my lips.

What was there to say?

He just claimed that the impossible had happened.

As much as i would like to believe in him, the situation just didn't make any sense. Many studies had shown how hybrids couldn't impregnate a human, one would think that as hybrids that would be a false affirmation since they were "half humans" but although they had human DNA their bodies the cell's structure that differed them to us were well… completely ‘different’, with both DNAs in their genes their animal genes "treated" the human genes almost like 'pollution' once in contact with another's "pure" human genes. Once a hybrids human DNA is a genetic modification of our DNA, for a hybrid and say a "pure" human to be able to conceive another being it was like mixing oil and water, they simply don’t mix together. I remember being disgusted at one class in medical university were that topic was first brought to me - the thought of humans searching for such possibility mean some people wanted to have such relations with the hybrids and all i could think about was the negative side of that - it was said that many exams and tests were done with hybrids to make sure they could be increased in number but after many years of research the hybrids simply didn't responded to any tests with humans, we simply didn't catch their radar to say the least.

The informations about the very first hybrid was also something no one knew about it, we just knew they are here now and have been for years already.

I had my conclusion in that moment that Jin was completely out of his mind and probably lying about this.

I could feel Jin's hands slowly began to let go of my shoulders sliding them down, he looked down before taking a step back.

- what? - I breathless said, almost not recognizing my own voice.

- I know is crazy but... - he nervously said, running his hand through his hair.

- Crazy? Jin do you have any idea what you are implying here? - i ask him completely staggered.

- I know but.... - he sighted - i found records for old experiments done...

- Jin why didn't you told me before? Why would you wait so long and just spill everything over me now out of all time? - i could feel myself getting heated, none of this was making sense and things had just gotten more complicated now.

- I'm sorry y/n.... I heard what you and Yoongi were talking about and... - his words brought heat to my face, embarrassed I looked anywhere but him - to be honest I've been noticing how you both were acting and I knew something was up.

- Jin, shit I don't even know what to tell you.

Here i thought i was being smarter when he knew everything all along, i was beginning to wonder if anyone else had notice anything going on with me and Yoongi and that thought brought Hoseok into my mind. I knew he’s been very skeptical about Yoongi and it made me question if it could’ve been because he knew about us.

- Is okay, y/n… i know what kind of person you are and i trust you wouldn’t do anything that could compromise the hybrids safety - he replied softly - I'm happy Yoongi has you by his side actually.

- Why would you be okay, though? I just broke the protocols, i.. i don’t know what I'm supposed to do to be honest Jin - i finally tell him.

- i can let this slide this time specially since i don’t have any right to judge you, when my father went against the rules I couldn't do anything to stop him before and I didn't even knew Yoongi was my... - he sighted - I didn't even knew I had a brother.

I looked up to meet his eyes feeling as the weight of the world went down over my shoulders, we both have been through so much in this past week and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Jin must’ve been through all by himself. Finding out you have a brother who’s not even human and how your own father went overboard bad towards him for years torturing him, i can’t imagine which was worst to him and as his friend i couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad for not knowing to support him.

- Oh Jin, - i reached to hold his hand, holding it tightly before continuing - I understand you and i know you must feel like shit now but you should've told me that, you know you can always talk to me.

- I was planning on it and it definitely wasn't going to be like this but, you guys were getting intimate there and Namjoon just texted me saying he's coming to help with Yoongi - he explained softly - I thought you wouldn't want to have him find out like that.

Once he was done explaining i was the one feeling completely dumb, of course Namjoon would be coming soon. I should've thought about it before making any more decisions that could affect both Yoongi and me, my emotions got the best of me in the heat of the moment. I was once again blaming myself for being well… human, in some way i felt so weak when it came to Yoongi it was so unfair honestly how such a being like him ended up having so much power over me. I had tried so hard ever since i first meet him, it was unethical to let such feelings as “love” rise for a hybrid in a place where i was supposed to care for him, professionally.

But the heart wants what it wants, the most irrational and innocent thing a human can do is “love” and to love and be loved are things some can only experience once in a life time, some get to love and some get to be loved. To have both is a treasure.

It felt crazy to me but i no longer wanted to hide my feelings for i had no bad intentions, so unfair how my heart choose Yoongi to love.

Now this entire situation with Jin and Yoongi, I couldn't figure out what i was supposed to do.

- God this is crazy - I leaned on the wall, a long sight leaving me lips.

Nothing was making any sense anymore, I couldn't believe anything Jin was saying and i just couldn't find the background for it to make any sense in my mind. Amidst that i found the courage to ask the thing that was almost burning my head in confusion.

- how are you two... related?

Jin gave me a knowing look before taking his place beside me on the wall, after a long breath he looked up at the ceiling before talking.

- My mom once fell in love with a hybrid too.

His mom?

Jin never talked about her, i only knew what everyone else knew at the clinic. That she had left a long time ago when he was very young so he grew up with his dad, having no contact what so ever with his mom afterwards.

- Oh. I thought you didn't knew her very well, you said she left when you were younger right? - i asked.

- Yeah, but recently I've been doing some research on Yoongis case since i needed to collect proof that my dad was taking advantage of his powers at the clinic and to finally take my father away from the clinic - a sight left his lips.

I was surprised to hear that he would be taking legal action against his father, no matter what he did he was still his dad after all. I couldn't say i wasn't happy about it thought, if we keep letting things like this slip out it will only grow bigger and end in the most unfortunate ways.

- Jin... - i looked at him from my side, this whole time he seemed to be doing fine but now that i took a good look over his features, i could see the tiredness at the lines of his face the eye bags begging to form.

- I know but this has to be done, he needs to pay for what he did to my brother.

- Well I can't argue with that - i looked at the wall in front of me, the emptiness of it and no traces of color did nothing to help my overthinking - is that why you've been trying to help Yoongi this whole time?

- Yeah... I was searching for old documents since everything started years ago we had no updated data of treatment or what so ever of him and I found ... my mother's diary - he paused for a moment before a small smile filled his face turning to look at me - her story reminded me of you two. She meet a black mamba hybrid who was brought here for recovery and he hated everything and everyone too... except her.

- Well that does ring a bell or two… - I shyly looked away for a moment. Thinking of Yoongi and it seemed the grumpiness runs in the family.

- I'm sure you must be wondering how this was even possible - he said, i nodded at him finally the one million question - trust me i too have no idea.

- What? But how do you know he truly is your brother?

- I have the documents of her pregnancy with him, all the exams she took at that time… everything leads to him - he said, a dark cloud surrounding his soft features this time - she was part of the research about hybrids and humans being able to reproduce and... she succeeded, with no one knowing.

Once again i was punched with shock right in the gut, completely dumbfounded. For years I studied the same theory at university and years complimented by my colleagues how assertive my assignments on the impossibility of humans and hybrids reproducing for today, i be proven wrong.

- I couldn't find anything on the research though, it seems everything about how she was able to have Yoongi disappeared - Jin continued, i could already feel the engines on my head burst open as i took in every words coming from his mouth - i found some of my fathers old records it says that after some time she couldn't bear the child anymore and had some problems with the pregnancy and due to that she had to give birth to him too soon.

- I see, so regardless of the impossible being possible she did end up having complications to bear a hybrid - i said, the engines in my head no longer bursted open but begin to work out.

- Yes, he had to be put in a incubator - as he said that he furrowed his eyebrows a clouded expression on his tired features - I remember when i was younger she came home sick and for months she didn’t even left her bed, in that time she never told me anything but it seemed my father only found out about my brother when she was rushed to the emergency that time. When she couldn't hide anymore.

- So she was doing this and no one knew about it? - i asked shocked - it makes no sense, how could hide such thing?

- It wasn’t for long actually, a normal pregnancy would take almost a year but, she mentioned in her diary how it seemed to be moving faster then a normal human pregnancy i’m certain it was due to the hybrids advanced genes and after three months the complications begin to grow and she couldn't hide anything anymore.

Complications would be bound to happen, from years of research on that matter nothing was positive from the begging of a hybrid pregnancy and many complications were reported after the tests. We were not made to carry a hybrid being, our human bodies can only afford to give much and a hybrid requires more then a human body can offer. It goes beyond anything we know.

At the end of the day it doesn't matter how many tests and research we do, we still know very little about them.

- What happened to Yoongis father?

- He was... put down after my father found out. It truly was a miracle that mom got Yoongi and it doesn't make any sense but I have a few theories - he said, making me smile at him. That was the Jin i knew, always having a few cards under his sleeve - I have to do some research to be sure thought.

- I see.... Oh my god Jin, how have you been going through all of this alone?

- I don't know I was just hopeful. I have a brother who doesn't seem to like me much but is okay - he just brushed it off.

- That’s not true, Jin I'm sure he likes you deep down he's just .... - i paused, mind finally putting thoughts of the snake hybrid together - he feels a bit threatened, i think it might be because of me.

- Oh, that's why? I understand he must feel that way specifically since you're human and not a hybrid like him, he must duel between his feelings and instincts as you’re different then him.

I nerves once thought about it like that, I had been so caught up on my own thoughts and emotions I didn’t even thought for a moment how that situation could be affecting Yoongi. Of course things wouldn’t be exactly easy for him, he had a completely different perspective of our relationship then i did. But all I did was judge based on his hybrid personality i didn’t think for a moment he would be so considerate of me for I’m just human.

- is unusual for it to happen like that? - Jin muttered, pausing for a second as if noticing what he said - for like both sides?

- I know, we are away from being normal - i gave him a slight nudge on his side, trying to ease the tension.

- I just wanted you to know that it had happen before - he confessed.

- What exactly?

- Hybrids and humans - he said - Yoongi is proof that is okay if hybrids and humans love each other. After all they deserve it too right?

- I'm just... I don't know Jin, I've been told my whole life it wasn't normal it feels weird now but, I...i love him.

- I'm glad you feel this way about him, he never got the chance to meet mom so I'm truly happy you are the one taking care of him.

- yeah, they do.

His words brought a comfort to my heart i knew i was needing, I’ve been feeling so guilty over my feelings for Yoongi even now that i knew he felt the same way about me. Everything felt so different, like something so far away from reality it certainly does not feel like a normal day and I was sure it wouldn’t even from years from now.

Especially when you spend half your life learning about this beings and grow a career to help them, everything seemed impossible at first that a possibility was never once considered, but now even as i was in the eye of the hurricane i still couldn't believe that it was happening.

- Also, Namjoon will be here soon so you should go back in and calm Yoongi - Jin said, leaning away from the wall to stand in front of me watching me with a apologetic face - I'm afraid you guys can't go farther than a few kisses for a while.

- Shit Jin! - i exclaimed, cheeks burning in heat as i hit him in the shoulder many times - How much did you heard!?

- Don't worry. You perverted girl, he is my brother I couldn't watch that - he made a disgusted face - you should be thanking me, I was the one who turned everything off before anyone else could see it.

- Yah... oh god this is so weird now - i held my temples, trying to calm myself from more embarrassment as he just stood there laughing - but I'll go check on him.

- Maybe we should give him suppressants for a while.... - Jin contemplated.

- Yeah....

- We should talk about this later in particular - he mentioned.

- Yes, also shouldn’t we tell Namjoon? - asked him, just now i realized how Namjoon has literally been out of everything this whole time from the beginning and made me feel bad about it.

- I guess so since... I've some things in mind, it will be weird if he only finds out later - he continues.

- Yeah, wait what things? - i asked.

- I'll explain to you when we get to talk alone later.

- Oh god there's more.... - I mumble - Don't leave me out again thought!

- I won’t.

- Will you come in with me? - I sighted, looking over Yoongis door room - since... brothers?

- Oh no, for the sake of my eyes i won’t - he said lifting up his hands in defeat.

- Ya! I wasn’t- you little... - I immediately stoped as he only chuckled over my embarrassment - wait here and don’t let Namjoon enter before i make sure Yoongi is.. you know what.

- Wouldn't interrupt the love birds, you don’t have to worry.

At that i gave him once last slap on the head before turning on my heel back to Yoongis room.

I had to take a few breathes before entering the room, i had no idea how i would go from now. Things were not what they used to, i still had to process all about the new information Jin just dumped over me - Yoongi being Jin's brother. That didn't change my feelings for him though, but it brought some clarity to my thoughts and it made me realize that Jin was just trying to be there for Yoongi and despite all he still considered him his family.

I desperately wanted him to know everything but it didnt felt like it was my place to let him know Jin was his brother, that he has a family. The more I questioned that the more convinced I was that now wouldn’t be the best time to tell him, especially with everything that happened between Yoongi and his father. For now i would let that slide so Jin can be the one to tell him the truth, my only concern in that moment was how am i supposed to tell Yoongi the grumpy snake hybrid we cannot mate?

With a long sigh i entered the room, the door never felt heavier then now and i didn't know if it was all in my head but his room didn't felt as warm as usual.

- why did it took you so long...? - his voice was low and groggy sounding drunk almost.

I had to swallow hard, my body immediately responded to his presence feeling the heat embrace ever centimeter of skin under my clothes, heart racing the closer I got to him as my eyes took in his figured lying lazily over the mess of covers. It clearly did not look like that before and I felt the realization hit me in a big wave of heat. Oh, damn he was making that nest again.

- sorry, i didn't mean to... - i said, carefully approaching the hybrid.

- Hum... - he slowly sit straight at the edge of the bed, chest exposed by his opened shirt his face was slightly red, lips swollen and he looked me up with lazy eyes.

Something about his heat made him look so dreamy it was hard to concentrate on anything else when he looked like that, I tried my best to stay focused on the matter at hands which was to make him take the suppressants and cut off the mating process quickly and efficiently but, i find out that would be more difficult now that i have him in front of me then a few seconds ago before entering the room.

I continued to swallow hard, heart rate gone loose like a mad horse on an empty field. He looked so heavenly now I wanted to eat him whole, my eyes couldn't stop running to every corner of his exposed skin and his beautiful scales. The small coat of sweat over him made his skin shine even more, it was unreal how enchanting he looked. How unfair.

i didn’t know how much time i had until Namjoon got here so i kept a good distance between me and him. I'm afraid if i took another step he won't make it any easier to me - not that I would mind and that was exactly why I needed that space.

Another hard swallow from me the second he turned his head slightly to the side, eyes staring at me curiously up and down. A frown formed on his face when he realized i wasn't moving any closer, by now i was sure he knew something was going on.

- if you have something to tell me... - he began, eyes staring down at the floor between sounding almost desperate as he looked up in my eyes - come closer and do it, I can't stand you being this far away from me.

I could feel my breath burning inside my chest at his words, the second his eyes moved back to mine i was already making my way towards him. That was honestly all it took from him to have me completely at his mercy, I felt deep in myself how much I couldn’t also stay away from him. Sitting beside him carefully, I felt my body heat up even more wanting so bad to just let myself go and let his arms embrace me into his body, i nervously looked at his hands on his lap biting hard on my bottom lip as if that would bring any relief to my nervous self.

- what is it? Do you… not love me anymore? - he said, almost running out of breath on his words.

I instantly moved closer to him, taking his hands into mine.

- how could you say that…. - i assure him, breathlessly as he stole my words - I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have feelings for you, Yoongi.

- Then what is it? - he asked, face slowly softening as I called his name.

- Things have gotten a bit complicated... - i tell him, he turned completely to face me worried growing on his soft features.

- Why? That Jin director won't let you be with me? - anger showed clear over his soft features, chest moving up and down faster as he spat the words showing his clear discomfort by the other male.

If i didn’t knew they were brothers i would have view this situation differently but, now that i know everything i couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction which gain me a confused look from the snake hybrid.

- Actually... he doesn't mind at all - i tell him, seeing as how his face changed so fast at my words he looked even more confused now and it made me chuckled again.

- He doesn't? - he mumbles, blinking confused.

- Jin just wanted to let me know that...

- I don’t care what he said.

He didnt let me finished, interrupting me mid sentence. Hands holding my wrists he moved so fast i bearly had any chance to properly process what he was doing until it was too late, my hands were held above my head and he pined me down on the bed straddling my waist.

I could feel his fast breathing over my lips and just like before his skin burned over mine, i immediately felt my body gave in his touch knowingly and in complete defeat - i knew I shouldn't have gotten closer to him.

Namjoon could get here anytime now and stoping a hybrid in heat wasn't easy especially when you were caged under him and every cell in your body longes for his touch, so painfully desperate for him.

- wait... Yoongi? - i tried to call out for him but no effect at all.

I know trying to stop him would be harder even more as my will to stop him was also compromised, as he looked down at me with so much desire and wet lips brushing so closely over mine.

- I need you... - he mumbled, leaning down on my neck.

No. Not the neck.

But he knew already all my weak spot’s which made it all worse and so good at the same time, I immediately felt my body shake underneath his at the feeling of his warm wet tongue over the skin of my neck.

He groaned in pleasure holding my wrists tighter, it was getting more and more difficult to resist.

- Wait please, yoongi - i call out again, this time he stopped his movements looking back into my eyes.

- What? Did i made you uncomfortable? - he said, apologetic.

- No it's just... Namjoon is coming and he'll be here anytime soon - i explained - we can't do this now.

- I understand... but this is not something i can control y/n, you should've thought about this before coming here and bitting me - he said, letting go of my wrists.

- I know, i know... - I carefully held his face caressing his cheek with my thumbs - I'm sorry... i don't meant to hurt your feelings, i want this just as much as you do but...

- The others don't understand... - he whispers.

- They don’t.

- What do we do now.... - he murmured over my lips - how are you gonna take responsibility for doing this to me?

If it wasnt for the smirk on his lips and the playfulness in his voice, I would think he was serious in that moment but i knew it was the opposite and as much as i wanted to comply to his wishes we couldn't do nothing for now.

Not knowing if we would ever get that chance, I simply pushed my lips over his kissing him desperately as if his lips were water and I've been locked away without a single drop of it. My thirst for him was eternal.

- make sure i pay you back - i tell him, chest rising up and down against each other.

- I will.... - he promised.

He got up from above me holding a hand out for me to get up, once i did he closed his other arm around me waist. Making me look up into his eyes, he stared into mine nervously almost as if he had been caught on a lie.

I just giggled at his reaction.

- please don't tell me you'll make me suffer more by going on heat alone - he pleaded.

- What if i do? - i playfully teased, earning a serious look from him as i made my way towards the small cabinet with medical supplies.

I wouldn’t let him go through it knowing how painful it could be, for now he would be under a small dose of suppressants until we know what to do.

- if you do... - he said fallowing behind me - I'll take you now....

For the second time he had spin me around completely taken me by surprise, holding my body tightly against his. I couldn't tell before but now it seemed his heat was getting more intense as if he wasn’t before, his usual dark eyes had a more yellow color around it, his cheeks were red and his fangs were more noticeable this time.

I could tell he was getting on the edge of losing from his finger tips tightening on my waist painfully, it could be really difficult if it gets too intense.

- no matter who enters this room... - he whispered over my lips - I'll make you mine.

- I won't do anything to hurt you - I whisper back, it seemed to be enough to wake him up from the trance.

He smiled softly eyes closing slowly and opening, he was breathing through his mouth a few drops of sweat sliding down the sides off his head to his neck. Yoongi has been holding his heat for days now, i couldn’t even imagine how uncomfortable this must feel for him and it made me feel bad for starting this but the situation calls for a pause now.

Feeling his fingers slowly lessen the grip on my waist letting go of me, I turned around to get him the suppressants quickly preparing a small dose of suppressant on a syringe before turning back to him.

- this will work faster so you don’t have to suffer tonight - i explain.

- Ok... - he took off his shirt completely before I even ask, for a moment I thought he was only being helpful but the sly smirk on his lips told me otherwise

He was doing it on purpose to provoke me, knowing very well how on the edge I was.

- And you were afraid of me teasing - I mumbled, he chuckled as i inserted the needle into his arm.

- Is good to know you're affected by me - he said, I quickly disposed of the syringe before turning back to him.

- How could i not? You...

Before i can finish the door is burst opened by a nervous Namjoon and a confused Jin fallowing right behind him.

- y/n are you okay? - Namjoon rushed to me - sorry i left so quickly.

I looked over to Jin who gave me a small smile then at Namjoon who shares his stare between me and the hybrid.

- she's fine.. i didn't eat her - he said to the male, double sense dripping from his lips through his smirk as he began to dress into his shirt.

My cheeks immediately went hot a low chuckle coming from Jin which he quickly tried to cover up by looking away, the situation was somewhat different now heaving the brothers in the same room sharing the same joke.

It made me feel at ease.

- I'm fine, Yoongi is on suppressant so he didn't do anything - i tell Namjoon, earning another chuckle from Jin.

- Ok that's good, Jin told me the mating process was canceled - Namjoon said.

- Yeah, we figured is better since is what the hybrids feel more comfortable with - i tell him - don't worry Joon we’ll fill you with all the details later, right Jin?

- What? Oh, yeah, oh yes later - jin said nervously.

I only stared at him shaking my head side to side.

[…]

It felt like i was living a movie ever since i meet the snake hybrid, how could i imagine all the events that would be fallowing the moment i decided to get myself between Yoongi and the clinic. I couldn't believe everything even after we left Yoongis room so he could rest, he needed to adapt to the suppressant before we moved him back to his room so as soon as we made sure everything was fine we left to carry on our different activities. Not only he needed to adapt but i knew this would take some time before i can begin to process it, now more then every we needed to be aware of the decisions we make in this process. It did not only involve Yoongis safety but the entire clinic.

At the same time i wanted for Jin to make his father pay for his mistakes, i fear he would try to do something and make things more complicated.

Whatever may happen i was sure to be there for Jin, we still needed to sort everything out as soon as possible.

Namjoon was the most confused between us all, after all Jin had the most impact on him right after we left Yoongis room he turned to Namjoon with the more serious expression on his face as if he was on a mission.

- we have import things to discuss later.- he said with a hand on his shoulder, and the most dramatic look on his features.

- Alright...? - Namjoon was so puzzled he could bearly say anything after he left. - is everything okay with him?

- He's good… see ya?

- see ya.

I knew things were set for drama later on, but now i could tell a weight seemed to heave left Jin's shoulder - mine too now that i was sure he wasn’t bother by my feelings for Yoongi, especially since they are brothers. I was happy he was the one to know about us first, we seemed to share the same thoughts and stand together on the same page when it came to Yoongi. Jin being his only family now i was happy for him, Yoongi wasn’t alone anymore.

Things were bound to happen and secrets can't stay hidden forever, but we had each other and we have the same goal in mind.

Save Yoongi.

Not knowing my day would star with such events in the morning, i didn’t assigned much appointments for today since i would be focusing on Yoongis treatments and his mating process but now that it was all canceled the plans had changed and my schedule was more clear today, i had to make sure a day before today for any case Yoongi may need my assistance but since he was on suppressants from now i would only have to go with his normal appointments now. I found myself completely bored a few hours later after checking on my patients.

After noon i was going back to check on Yoongi when i felt my phone vibrating on my pocket assuming to be Jin and chuckling since i was right ''meeting. My office.'' It read and i could almost picture his teasing smile on his face while sending this.

Truth is ever since the situation with Yoongi was set to our care we have been so stressed and on the edge with it all, one after the other, all the worst cases possible were just being dumped on us and i knew it wasn’t going to be any easy from that point, now that Jin has opened up about his father i knew why he was so distant this whole time and so eager to get things done.

Just like me he too was going through a hard time but now that we finally talked about everything all that worry and fear seemed to be gone, i could feel how much lighter his humor seemed to be and i too felt more comfortable despite my worries for Yoongi.

I was making my way to the elevator to meet up with him when the the alarm went off and all the halls were lighted by the red color and my whole body immediately moved in alert. This was a red coded situation and different from the tiger hybrid accident last week, this one was emergency alert. Not thinking twice as i rushed through the corridors hearing the voice on the speakers requested assistance on the main entrance of the clinic - was there a hybrid making an escape? Not just any hybrid but a red code one?

Today gotta be my lucky day, right after lunch someone tried to escape? The situation couldn’t call for a better moment and i worried for all the other hybrids safety and the timing couldn’t be more perfect as it just so happened to be when the hybrids were coming back from the canteen.

Once I finally got there i was ready to assist with anything but, i found myself watching a scene that for my disappointment was exactly what i was praying wouldn’t happen.

A few doctors circle around the main entrance not moving clearly unsure of what to do as the coded red hybrid held one of our patients by the neck, rushing through the people around i stood in front of the scene feeling a breath close on my throat at the sight of the bunny hybrid i was treating being held by the neck on his knees.

For a moment I thought that this couldn’t be a hybrid who stood there holding Jungkook, i was skeptical as he didn’t show any characteristic of an animal until he looked up in my direction looking straight into my eyes. He didn’t have human eyes, they were bright orange his pupils closed on a thin line sharp enough to bring a chill to my spine. The light shined better over his face making known the golden color of what i knew very well were scales, he was a snake hybrid.

The painful groan from jungkook on the floor immediately woke up the rage inside me, if he wanted to hurt me it was fine but to go after one of my patients it was something else and before i could even think for a second I was already walking towards them, ignoring the few rushed warnings of the people around me.

Making my way towards the snake hybrid i never felt so angry before, being with Yoongi certainly raised my confidence with his kind.

Once i was one step away from the hybrid, looking straight into his sharp snake eyes he smirked at me. Tilting his head to the side as he licked his bottom lip, analyzing my face.

- let go of him - I demanded, anger spitting the words from my lips.

- I don’t want to...

This time i closed the distance.

- you don’t have a say in this, i can wait all day if i must - I demanded again, never even blinking away from his eyes - now be a good boy and let go of my patient.

This time his smile faded completely from his face into a bitter look and he slowly let go of jungkook, who almost fell on the floor over his face. I carefully lowered myself to help jungkook up holding his hands, his neck was red from the tight grip of the snake hybrid and he had tears on his eyes.

- are you okay? - i asked him. He nodded only and I quickly rushing him towards one of the doctors standing there.

- You're not like them... - the hybrid in front of me mumbles, making me turn back to him watching as his orange eyes looked me up and down before stoping over my neck.

I nervously swallowed, i know hybrids have much higher senses and from the look on his snake eyes i was sure by now he too knew about Yoongis bite on my skin still covered by a badge. Heat fallow up my face, knowing from experience he could probably smell Yoongis scent all over me and i prayed he wouldn’t say anything about it in front of every one.

- i don’t know what you mean by that - i tell him, trying my best to sound stern - now will you come with me to your room so i can get you treated or... do you want to go sedated?

He chuckled.

- lead the way doctor - he said, teasingly.

At his words the people around us seemed to have calmed down and soon one of the doctors came to my side with the hybrids documents and a collar to put on him, he looked at me worriedly but i only smiled trying to easy out the tension brought by the snake hybrid, i made sure to take the collar from him and quickly turned back to put on the hybrid.

Anger no longer seemed to be running on my system and i felt nervous once again, but i tried my best to keep my composure while closing the collar around his neck.

Closer now to him i could tell that different from Yoongi, this hybrids scales went higher up his neck stoping right under his ear, his blonde hair was bright almost white and i could pick a citrus scent on him.

I was curious to know what kind of snake hybrid he was.

- i can smell this is not your first time doctor - the snake hybrid insinuates, careful with his choice of words.

- It is not, fortunately for you I'm the one they call when hybrids like you don't have manners - i reply, which makes him smirk even more.

- Lucky me - he mumble, eyes looking up and down at me as he licked his bottom lip showing his sharp fangs.

I didn’t needed to question that he was sure a poisonous snake hybrid, I fear that differently then Yoongis bite his would actually be deadly.

Lucky me.

We didn't know if he would behave until he is all set on his room so me and another doctor were quickly to bring him there, we had to make sure to do this fast to ensure the other hybrids safety. I was glad he didn’t try make another scene but i still held my guard up, walking behind the hybrid as the other doctor took the front guiding us to his room.

Once in his room he was quick to walk up to the bed at the center of the room, sitting on the edge of it i fallowed behind o take the collar from him.

Stoping in front of him as the doctor responsible for him prepared his medication, i focused on carefully tacking the silver collar from his neck. His scales were much different then Yoongis, his had a more yellow and golden sparkle to it which made it look like he was covered in gold in contrast with his almost white hair.

With the collar off his neck he quickly held my wrist stoping me from moving away, he looked up at me, pupils fuller this time, only a small bit of orange around his full pupil told me he was calmer now, he brought my wrist up to his nose closing his eyes as he smelled.

- i smell another hybrids scent on you... - he whispered amused, the smirk never leaving his lips as he watched me - i never seen a human mate with us before..

I took my wrist from his hold harshly, feeling the heat creeping back to my face. Turning on my heel i walked back to assist the doctor, listening the snake hybrid chuckling behind me.

- what do we have? - i asked the doctor, trying to brush the emotions off my nerves.

- he is a piton snake hybrid, red coded but not by poisonous…. - he said.

- i can tell… - I murmured taking the documents from him as he prepared a sedative for the hybrid.

Usually the code red is attributed to a hybrid for one of two reasons, he is a predator which does demand a different approach before we can proceed with any further treatment or he has a history of misbehavior mostly being attempted escape or attempt to harm others, usually they only attempt in harmful behaviors.

I wasn’t surprised to find in his file that hes been assigned to our clinic for treatment after trying to kill one of the doctors on his past clinic, the list goes on and i wasn’t sure what to do.

Name: jp01301095 Male Species: Snake/Piton

Code: Red. (Destructive behaviors)

Date of admission: 13062016

Current status: to be treated for aggressive behavior and attempt to suicide.

Resume: Patient jp01301095 has shown no sign of improvement on past treatments, has been unable to socialize with his kind and the doctors responsible for his treatment. Patient didn’t show any symptoms of recovery, due to his destructive behaviors against others he is required to be isolated from anyone and to be excluded from mating process.

This would be one hell of a patient to treat, the more i read his file the more i became concerned about him. All i could think about was the words “attempt to suicide” on his file, how they never bothered to give him an actual name all made me question if the clinic he was before even cared to treat him correctly, he was the first patient i have heard off that actually tried to harm himself. No matter how many pages of his aggressive behavior towards others i read nothing was making me see him as a threat, I was afraid that just like Yoongi he too was only acting out of fear, looking up at his figure he stared at me smirking i wondered if all wasn’t just a mask he decided to wear to hide what he truly felt.

On his file i notice the dates of all the incidents involving him that, his behavior worsen after his attempt to end his own life. After treating Yoongi and finding out all the mistreatments done to him in this clinic, i was sure this snake hybrid has been gone through the same if not… worse in his past.

I turned to look at him as he stared at us amused and decided on taking matters in my own hands if needed.

- you can ask anything to me... - the hybrid said getting up and walking over to where i was.

It wasn’t like i was some kind of fearless human that i somehow always managed to get in this situations, i just felt more understanding of the hybrids pain then the others and I couldn’t ignore the fact that every time i looked at him, i saw someone who needed help even though he tried to hide it and did very well. He was the victim here but others may not be able to see it as i do, turning to the doctor I smile softly at him.

- call for Namjoon - I whispered to him and he nodded quickly.

I knew he would be the only one after me who could treat this snake hybrid, Namjoon was stronger then me and i knew better then to let myself act any recklessly with this hybrid. He was letting me go now because he wanted, from his files i knew it wouldn’t take a second before he try to hurt me. I needed someone who i could trust to care for him and that was Namjoon.

Once the doctor left i walked up to the hybrid. I knew this was dangerous but i saw what Yoongi did to the other staff and i knew this couldn't go any different if i wasn’t careful.

- well, I'm y/n I'll be taking care of you before we proceed with further treatments - i tell him.

- Please do... - he said, a smirk fallowing.

I took the sedative with me. When we go through traumas our brain tend to mask it as the opposite feelings as a safe mechanism, hybrids were no different then us when it came to that. I could tell he was using a flirting tone and a smile to mask his feelings probably also to provoke a reaction from me since he knows about Yoongi from his scent on me, i questioned if he uses that as a way to get things he wants from people - was it that how he got closer to his past females doctors?

I saw first hand how he can be when acting out on rage, but the more I looked at him now if I didn’t watched before I wouldn’t even believe he was capable of such thing. Right now he looked like a complete different hybrid then the one i read on the file, he wasn’t much taller then me, had a small figure and was covered on a gray uniform from his old facility, his white hair messily covered some of his face, his skin looked so pale it made the scales on his body shine like gold.

When he wasn’t smirking the soft features on his face made him look almost angelic, he was beautiful indeed - was it common for all snake hybrids to be this beautiful?

I quickly brushed off.

- what is your name? - i ask him.

They never once bother to give him a name, clearly no one even treated him kindly before for it. It was noticeable to me they didn’t thought of him for more then an aggressive being, only seeing him for his flaws but never trying to care for his wounds.

- I’m sure you read in the file, is jp01301095…. - he said, nonchalantly.

- yeah, but I’m sure that is not how you actually call yourself - i tell him, approaching softly - I’m asking for your real name.

He looked at me suspiciously certainly i was the only one who ever bothered to ask for his name, i could see how his mask dropped for a very short second before he smirked taking another step closer.

- you can call me Jimin…. - he said, sarcasm dripping his words - did they send me here because i misbehaved?

- Why you think that? - i asked softly, I realized the calmer i sounded the more his pupils dilated - did you do something bad?

- Humm... i hurt someone - he murmured, eyes shining brighter as if remembering exactly what he did - that's why they didn't assign any females as my doctors...

His files did mentioned a few females assistants who were unfortunate on the receiving side of his anger, it made me wonder why he prays on them more then males. Was it a women who inflicted the pain on him? Or was it that he just thought of us as being easier to hurt?

- I see... well nothing I haven't seen before - i tell him. Which brought a cold chuckle from him.

- You have some courage - he walked closer to me - is it because you stink of a snake hybrid? You think hell protect you?

- I can protect myself Jimin - i tell him.

The mention of his name did got a reaction from him as i imagined, for the second time i saw the mask fall for another split second before i took the chance to grab his wrist carefully. He didn’t fight me not did he tried to hurt me from touching him, i was surprised at that not exactly expecting him to let me guide him back to his bed. He sat down watching my every move.

- you are not here to be punished, Jimin… - i decided to call him by his name.

I took the sedative the doctor prepared, all his symptoms were under a red pen marked as dangerous on his file and everything was pointing how Jimin wasn’t physically hurt but mentally. He was unstable and so on for the first appointment he must be asleep, as much as i hate it I can’t do the opposite , he could still try to hurt someone and i was set on changing that behavior of his.

- you are here to be treated and recover - i said.

Turning to him i sat beside him taking his shirt to the side to insert the needle on his shoulder. He didn’t move or said anything while i did it. It was only when i was done that he gave me another sarcastic response.

- are you this sweet with your little snake lover too? - he said, trying to provoke another reaction.

- I'm careful with all my patients - i said, the words I chose are important. Anything could trigger a reaction from him and it was a matter of one wrong choice that could change everything.

- Oh... was he the one who did that? - he pointed at my arm covered by the white badge.

- No, he would never do anything to hurt me - i tell him - maybe you should learn some manners with him.

He scoffed.

I watched closely for his reaction at the mention of him and another hybrid like him, it didn’t seem to after him too much and that is a good thing.

The door opened revealing a worried Namjoon. I walked up to him.

- you really have no will to survive - he said to me.

- Sorry, everyone was scared so i did what i do best - i tell him, handing the file to him - i just sadeted him, he is all yours.

- Wait you won’t help me out? - he asked as i turned to leave, seeing as the hybrid as already falling over the bed due to the sedative any worry I had left in me was gone.

Everything would be fine from now.

- I have enough snake problems to resolve.

[…]

Indeed i had enough problems to resolve, after the alert was out i had to head back to all my patients and make sure they were doing fine - especially Jungkook who could've had end up hurt if i didn't show up.

Me and Namjoon were not the only ones who had assignments to deal after the alert, Jin too was called to assist the others and our meeting had to be moved to another hour later.

I just found out then how Yoongi could get even more grumpy under heat suppressants and nothing seemed to ease that grumpiness of his but i was relived to be with him in that moment regardless of his shitty humor, after the deep dive on the new snake hybrid file and uncover another series of mistreatment to another being like Yoongi my own humor had gone down bad blue and gray.

After bringing Yoongi some food i was impressed at how much he behaved like an old man when he's grumpy.

- did you eat everything? - i asked him.

- Yes boss.... - he mumbled, sucking on the red lollipop i gave him in the hopes the sugar would melt a bit of his grumpy humor. It didn't.

Instead he just looked at me bored while lying lazily on the bed, the covers were all over the floor and some were even scratched in pieces.

- were you fighting with the bed? What a mess - I commented. Hearing a grunt from him, i chuckled at his reaction - if you keep behaving like that...

- What? Will you punish me doctor y/n - he said teasingly, sitting over the edge of the bed were i stood up in front of him.

- Yes i will, i won’t give you any kisses - i tell him turning away to leave.

As I expected not a second later he pulled me back by the arm, i watched as he stared up at me much softer than before. This sly snake.

- I'm sorry... - he said, slowly massaging my wrist - i’m feeling moody because of the meds.

- I know, is okay - i gave in, carefully caressing his long hair.

- You'll still give me kisses, right?

- Of course...

I leaned down pressing our lips together in a soft kiss, feeling his smile grow against my lips tasting the sweet flavor of strawberry lollipop on his tongue. He groaned moving his hands up and down my sides slightly pulling me closer but before things got any deeper I quickly leaned back. Making my leave to carry on my assignments, leaving a now less grumpy snake hybrid behind.

We still needed to discus the matters with Jin and tell Namjoon of all that's been going on the past days, I felt bad for hiding it from him for this long but things were certainly not looking good and sometimes it is better to tell the other when you have things figured out so you don't bleed on them.

Thats what i thought at least, while making my way to get in the elevators after messaging Jin about the meeting.

When he gave me his confirmations I quickly left to head to his office.

I knew things would get better for Yoongi from now on and i was hopeful that Jin would win this one against his father, from now we had agreed on keeping an eye on all the hybrids in the clinic to make sure such thing never happens again.

Once i entered Jin's office Namjoon was already there as they shared a brief conversation. I took the seat beside Namjoon in front of Jin's desk as he looked as us both.

- well was is this all about? - Namjoon asked.

- I don't really know were to start.... - Jin said, looking a bit nervous - a few days ago we were here to discuss how you both would be taking care of Yoongis case and now, I'm here to... kinda fill you in why he won’t be put down anymore.

I know that already, but hearing for the first time right now felt more reassuring. I knew yet it felt like it was finally happening, Yoongi was free.

So on Jin begin to tell Namjoon about everything we have kept from him this whole time, how his father passed the case to him to put yoongi down, the first time we treated him and how he researched the files for Yoongi finding out all about his mistreatments.

He told us about how a few days before the mating process start he found his mothers diary and the documents for Yoongis birth, passing them to Namjoon who had the same reaction as me when i found out.

The entire time Jin was he only one talking, i wasn't sure what to expect once he was done though. As much as i was feeling positive i couldn’t ignore the anxiety i was feeling in that moment, i was hoping Namjoon would understand and maybe help us too but i couldn't force him to do that not was i expecting him to accept all of this at first.

The moment Jin told him about them being brothers our relationship was fallowed right after, Namjoon didn’t looked at me in any moment, his entire attention was still on the papers on his hands but i notice how he reacted at the mentioned of me and Yoongi.

- what? - he then said, looking up at Jin.

I swallowed nervously as Jin looked at me with the same feeling.

- i mean... i don't intend to be rude - he continued - this is the first time i heard of such thing.

- so you don't mind? - i asked.

He turned to look into my eyes.

- it's nothing that bothers me, i mean hybrids should be treated fairly like us not like some kind of savages, right?  - he added - i think if that's how you feel about him, i shouldn't judge you. We are friends too.

I was grateful for his words, so far I've been beating myself up over this matter. I couldn't help but wonder if me and Yooongi could ever have a relationship, we were far from normal and completely opposites to one another. But our feelings were mutual, a spark gluing us together.

For now i knew that my friends were together with me and that was very comforting due to our situation, i still have no idea how I'll ever manage a relationship with a hybrid in the clinic. I was sure it wouldn't be possible to maintain such a secret here and even more intimacy, wasn’t exactly comforting to be intimate with Yoongi at the same place i treated others.

It seems that no matter how many obstacles we go through, things never get easy for me and Yoongi to be together in the end something always separates us.

- is that why the mating process was canceled? - Namjoon asked.

- oh, no - Jin quickly replied - i simply don't want to force Yoongi into that, he clearly doesn't seem comfortable with it.

- i see... what will we be doing now then? - Namjoon putted - with him i mean.

- I intend to set Yoongi for adoption.

- what?

I almost gagged at my own saliva at his statement.

- that's what i wanted to discuss with you - Jin stared at me - i dont't want him to stay here any longer. Yoongi has been so much already or years i think is about time he has his own home but since the protocols for hybrids require an adoption document I'll set him for applications.

- a black mamba snake hybrid... it will be difficult to find good people interested - Namjoon comments.

I knew this would come sooner or later. Some of the hybrids here at the clinic are set for adoption application after their full recover, that is green coded hybrids. I couldn't understand why Jin would want to set Yoongi for adoption especially with him being red coded. He needed special care and time for recover to all his mistreatments, not only that but he certainly needed space to be able to have his heat which we had to interrupt for a while.

- are you planning on adopting him then? - i ask.

- oh… no - he said - i don’t think he would want to come with me and part of the process is that is a mutual thing with both sides, even though we are brothers i… wouldn’t want him to feel obligated to accept me just because of that.

- I understand but if you’re setting him for someone else, don't you think is too soon for this? - i asked Jin.

- i know what you're thinking, that's why i want you to apply for his adoption - he said. I could feel my eyeballs almost sprout open at his words.

- me?!

- it makes sense... - Namjoon muttered and i stared at him stupefied - i mean, he only likes you and you like him. Why not?

- i know this might be sudden y/n given how it has been so far but, i ask you to consider this - Jin said softly, eyes locked with mine

- yes, it is very sudden - i tell him - I'll have to think about this first, this is a lot of responsibility.

- I'll be here once you decide.

It mostly is a lot of responsibility, is not only about me but Yoongis well being as well. I can't make such decisions without thinking about this through, i know that Jin trusts me with this because of the relationship i have build with Yoongi and he being his only family is trying his best to help him but i can't do something that would possibly make Yoongi uncomfortable.

It hasn't been long since we've been together, living with one another is much different, sharing the same house together would be something he's never experienced too. I wasn't sure i would be able to meet his needs with my small apartment, certainly being a doctor at the clinic would help a lot with any medical needs he may have but what else would i be able to offer him?

Truth is I'd give him the world if i could but, i can't.

- well count me in to help guys - Namjoon said - but don't keep me out from now on.

He pointed at Jin.

- sorry bro, won't keep you out anymore - Jin said.

- y/n, don't even think about leaving me with that other Snake hybrid of yours - was his turn to point at me now.

The mention immediately reminds me of the piton snake hybrid who was admitted today, Jimin the piton hybrid's definitely seemed like a case new to me. He didn't seem to respect any boundaries and was a extremely trouble maker, from his files i read today there was many cases highlighted of his doings, doctors being hurt by him and many tries to escape that ended with not only the staff hurt but some of the hybrids.

Not only that but his mental state doesn’t seem the best either, i felt deeply concerned for him.

- what? But he is not my patient? - i tell him. I would gladly take the case if it wasn't for Yoongi, he's been very sensitive to all the smells around, i was afraid that if Jimin gets too close and leave some scent he might go off really bad.

- you mean the new snake hybrid, he’s a piton... - Jin adds - if I'm not wrong he hasn't been assigned to a specific doctor yet, if the situations seems favorable y/n would you mind taking him?

- i don't know, Jin...

- i think it could be good for Yoongi, maybe we can introduce them two and see if they can become friend - Jin continues - i think that it would be good for him.

- I understand Jin but, that is something to be discussed more in the future - i tell him - we need to move slower, Yoongi just started to adapt to a new routine and you are already thinking of putting him into adoption process. He's been through a lot, he might need more time to process all of this. He doesn't even know about you.

- oh, you are right... well then let's keep the in mind for the moment but please - Jin looked at me, a soft expression on his face - do think about what i told about his adoption, I'm sure... you are be the best suited to this.

[…]

A few days have gone ever since Jin mentioned about Yoongis adopting process, I haven't gone a single minute without considering all the pros and cons for that, as Jin asked me. I knew he wanted me to carry on that process but, i wasn't sure about it. We haven’t even told Yoongi about that, since it was still something that needed to be worked on and we were not sure how we would react to it, Jin was taking his time with it. But not only for those reasons, i was assuming he was even more busy this week then ever before. He did carry on the matters with his fathers wrong doings, but nothing much could be done besides making him step down from his position at the clinic so Jin could take his place.

Jin mentioned in a meeting about the situation with his father that, he was afraid that by exposing Yoongi and making known how there was a possibility for humans and hybrids to reproduce together would only cause future troubles for the hybrids and the last thing he wanted was for the hybrids to be put on a lab and be tested on again.

I know he only had good intentions and i trusted he did what he could in the situation he was in, for that reason we decided to delete all traces of his mother relation with the hybrid and her pregnancy. All the documents were destroyed to ensure no harm would be done to any hybrid in the future.

I didn't wanted to but, Jimin was in the end passed down for my care. The piton snake himself made the request for Jin the day after he was set in the clinic, from then i knew there was nothing i could do but at the same time i was glad he was showing good signs.

I decided it would be best to talk about it with Yoongi which only made me more nervous about it.

- he's like me? I doubt - he said that time - i don't really care though.

I was perplexed at his unbothered response at first but then I began to wonder if it was only because of the suppressants he's been taking, whatever reason it was it made possible for me to carry on Jimins treatments more closely.

The piton snake was slowly making process, so far he had no episodes of anger his only problem seemed to be he was just a brat, whenever he could he would bother Jungkook the bunny hybrid and I remember Namjoon mentioning that it was because he was a prey hybrid. Jungkook only acted annoyed at Jimins bickering at him, clearly the bunny hybrid was much bigger then the piton hybrid but I wouldn't want to bet on that matter - although i did saw some colleagues betting on them in the lunch room.

Jimins misbehaving got less serious as the days went by, he decided to be extra annoying to me though. He would always send flirting comments to me whenever he could, trying to be cute the second he realized i was seriously unbothered. It was baffling how much he just throws those comments every now and then never missing a chance, i even set him for heat examination but he came clean. He was just dirty minded but a least i knew he wasnt trying to kill anyone here like he would on his past clinics. He did improved a lot and I was glad he was doing better now, after a few days Jimin has proven to me how even code red hybrids could recover if you just give them some time and space to heal after all they too get mentally exhausted.

Jimin was constantly left on open space with other hybrids at his old clinic which to some hybrids can be very overwhelming since some still fell very territorial, i heard from him how some other hybrids would act out because of it but the clinic never did anything about it.

From then he started to open up more to me about his past, i was right about him being mistreated and that made me even more protective of the small piton hybrid. He wouldn’t talk much about himself and i notice how he would quickly brushed off with a flirty comment whenever the conversation went too serious, i was surprised to discover how much of a soft hybrid he was. But it seemed he didn’t liked when people noticed that side of him.

Little by little i would mention to him if he would like to meet with Yoongi, he would usually make some unserious comments and I understand that he wasn’t ready for that in the moment.

A week has gone by since Jins father has stepped down from his position, i could tell things were changing around the clinic evere since. Jin was giving extra attention to every case to ensure that everything was doing fine. Through that time i notice more people coming to the clinic to apply for Yoongis adoption, i was happy more people seemed to be interested in taking him in but I couldn't ignore the bitter feeling it came with it.

I grew worried about it every day that went by, usually when hybrids begin adopting process the director review the documents of the people who applied and after the review a meeting with the people is set for them and the hybrid to meet each other and ensure things go smoothly for both of them.

I was glad Jin was taking this slowly for everything that Yoongi went through and specially since he still doesn't know about this yet it could make things more difficult. The grumpy snake hybrid was still grumpy from the suppressants and we still needed to discuss about his heat, it would be good for the hybrid to hold that much longer.

I knew it would come to a moment were a meeting would be set for him and i became even more anxious, it was selfish of me to think about it this way but just the thought of Yoongi going away set a pinch to my chest so deep it was enough to drive me insane.

I was done dueling on the matter but I had to tell him about it first, before making any decision i needed to let him know his options. I felt the need to let him know that he wasn’t an accessory but a being who had a life and he could make his own choices.

After much thought i decided to tell him at his lunch, but I couldn't make out any words as i just stood there in front of him as he eat his food quietly.

- you've been too quiet - he mentions.

- ah, yes I'm just thinking about something... - nervously replied.

- is it about me? You seem... weird - he said, putting the bowl down beside him. He brushed his hair to the side, dark eyes staring deep into mine as if trying to make out my thoughts.

- i know that it might be too soon... - i begin, sitting down beside him, ignoring his eyes as i stared at the floor bitting into my lower lip - i wanna know your thoughts on... hum… adoption.

- what do you mean by that? - he asks, i feel him move beside me turning to me completely - you wanna adopt? Is it... like a pet? Or...

He didn't continued realizing by my silence exactly what i meant. I sighted.

- Jin set you for adoption a few days ago.... - I blurted out.

- he... what? - he said - why didnt you tell me before? Why am i only finding out now?

- because i... I wanted to ask you first... - i looked up at him nervously, feeling heat creeping up on my cheeks.

Seeing as his dark eyes shined angrily at mine and his eyebrows furred into a thick line, his hair was still a bit wet from his early bath, i could smell the scent of lavender coming from his skin. He grew the habit of closing only the last four bottoms of his silk shirt, exposing his beautiful skin and the scales on his sides and his neck to my eyes. Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing when he let those bottoms opened, it was on purpose and he made that clear a few days ago during one of his bath.

Even under suppressants i realized his desire was just unstoppable and unfortunately for Jin who usually entered the room right when we were sharing a heated kiss, it was not the best scene to be present.

Maybe it was the fact that so many people showed up for Yoongi that made me finally step up, i knew ever since we shared a bite on his mating room I wouldn’t be able to stay away from him anymore and having to balance our relationship in the clinic wasn't enough not was it possible anymore.

- I’ve been meaning to ask you this but i was so nervous, Yoongi... - i tell him honestly - the truth is... ever since Jin brought this up first I've been thinking about it every day...

- what are you trying to tell me y/n? - he said, leaning closer he held my hand in his. - are you trying to say goodbye?

- i.... - i stopped immediately.

How could i even put this into words to him? I was so nervous my hands were shaking, seeing how he seemed to grow sadder i felt desperate.

- i want to adopt you Yoongi.

At my words his face immediately lightens up, eyes staring into my with much surprise.

- you mean... for real? - he was breathless.

- yes, i wanna take you to my home as mine - i tell him.

He immediately pulled me into his arms and i never been held so tightly by him before, i hugged him back softly caressing his hair.

- I'm all yours then... - he murmured in my neck.

My chest was almost exploding in excitement.

[...]

The morning after…

- here -  i said handing Jin the single paper.

- oh, what is it? - he asked, before taking.

- i thought i should hand it to you personally.... - i tell him - i didn’t wanted to waste any time.

He stared at me suspiciously before reading the paper i gave him, I chuckled at his immediate surprise response eyes opening enough to almost pop out off his head then slowly fading into a knowing smile as he looked up at me.

- what took you so long? - he said.

- overthinking maybe?

We both shared a smile before he put the paper down getting into a more serious mood.

- well then... should we discuss the meeting?

- yes, the sooner the better.

I couldn't even begin to believe it. Yoongi would leave this clinic for the first time in his life and it was going to be with me.

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Our Little Love part six - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

Warnings - 3.6k words of : Toxic yandere men, sub drop, crime, violence, injury, emotionally abusive behaviour, possessive behaviour, lying and manipulation, monopolising, unhealthy relationships, aftercare ish, love bombing?, Namjoon's dark side is coming out but internally (because we can read his mind but MC can't)

It’s a sting or an ache that rouses you awake, coming from your bruised wrist. You let out a soft gasp of pain, lifting your head to see Yoongi carefully applying cream to the dents the ropes had burned into your perfect skin. 

“Hoseok and his stupid games,” he mutters, full focus on making sure he’s soothing the marks of their punishment, like if the evidence of them went away so would the sadness they inflicted on you as well. It was a stupid naive thought, Yoongi knew it, but your presence in his life filled him with that silly feeling of hope. 

He gently rests your wrist on the bed, searching for the next limb before he notices your eyes on him. They’re blank he notices, void of anything, fuck, they really did a number on you. He couldn’t swallow down the lump of regret lodged in his throat, no he would suffocate on it until you recovered. 

You feel the bed dip beside your head, but it doesn’t pull your gaze away from Yoongi as he pulls your other wrist cautiously away from where you held it against your chest. You feel fingers in your hair, the urge to nuzzle against them almost overwhelming but the memories of their harsh words keeps you still.

“Heaven,” Taehyung's deep voice murmurs loud enough for you to hear as he plays with the strands. “Does it hurt?”

At his words you feel something pierce your middle, a pain that lay dormant until it was called out. A part of him means the sting of Yoongi’s ministriations, another part of him means the hole they carved out of your chest. At first it might seem sadistic, but he needed you to feel it, if you felt empty it would be harder to coax you back, the hurt meant you were still alive, still with them, and not an empty shell they were terrified they pushed you to be. 

He would take your anger, your betrayal, your sadness over the void you presented to them now. Yoongi moves you carefully from your fetal position on the bed, so you’re lying on your back, your eyes meet Taehyung’s as he peers down at you. The position has an itch of anxiety building under your skin, it's too familiar to your punishment even if you aren’t as physically as exposed, but the burn in your extremities from those ropes lulled your brain into believing it was about to happen again. 

You see the frown in his brows as he watches your chest lift and fall too deeply, the look in your eyes like a caged animal looking for a chance to run. It’s when Yoongi takes hold of your ankle you pull away with a small whimper. Both men look at each other for a moment as you swallow down the rising panic. 

“Little love,” Yoongi says, being as reassuring as he can, “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

You inhale like your soul slammed its way back to your body, the corners of your eyes watering. 

“Liar,” you barely manage to whisper, but it's loud enough that it cuts him. He deserved that. The anxiety in your limbs creeps into your chest, seizing your lungs until you’re unable to take a breath. 

The hand in your hair moves to cup your face, his body lying beside you, your hand is on his chest, your insides fighting with the urge to push him away or clutch his shirt and pull him closer.

“Y/n you need to breathe,” Tae instructs against your hair soothingly, taking your hand on his chest in his. The other palm turns your head so you face him, his thumb stroking circles on your cheek. “Breathe with me.”

You want to tell him you can’t, but you try to follow his example, earning yourself a small smile on his face, the hum of danger dampening. You lose yourself to Tae as you both lie together, feeling yourself calm before sleep takes you again. The last thing you feel is soft lips on your temple, but you’re too exhausted to register it.

—

“How is she doing?” Jin asks Yoongi as he washes his hands, breaking his despondent stare at nothing. 

He just nods in reply, avoiding eye contact. There were only a few times that Yoongi ever felt himself be moved to tears, but the state you were in now shoved him on the brink of a breakdown. And the worst part of it all was that they were responsible. Aftercare, especially after one of Hoseok’s sessions, was vital and they all knew it and yet because they were caught up in their own emotions they let you drop. 

“That bad huh,” Jin laughs humorlessly under his breath, leaning against the door frame as he contemplates his own shortcomings. “Namjoon wasn’t lying when he told her we were the scum of the earth.”

He hangs his head back, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hold all the answers or at least grant him the ability to rewind time back to when you first woke up.

“We weren’t supposed to be scum to her,” Yoongi muttered, turning off the water that scalded his hands red, the pain was good, it felt like he was paying for his mistakes, although it was a small compensation to what he would have to pay. “The rest of the world doesn’t matter, to Y/n we were supposed to be worthy of her.”

“But we’re not,” Jin replies quietly. 

“We didn’t have to prove it,” he bites back, feeling resentment towards Namjoon for bringing it up at all. He understood the need to be accepted, raging red flags and all, but to you they were supposed to be better, you were supposed to be the exception.

“What if she never forgives us,” he whispers his fears to the oldest of them, that tight invisible grip around his throat still present. 

Jin can’t even bring himself to placate him, he can’t, he has the same fears. 

—

Jimin’s tears crumbled their already broken hearts, but when Jungkook joined in it made them feel a despair they hadn’t felt since the day you left them. 

“It’s going to be fine,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth, unsure of who he was trying to convince when a small voice in the back of his head was calling him a liar. If he could he would shoot the voice dead. “Our relationship isn’t that weak.”

Hoseok watches their leader massage his eyes as though a headache was starting. 

“You need to go see her,” Yoongi says to Namjoon, arms folded, voice empty of emotion. Their fearless head of the crime syndicate had yet to visit you since the fight in the bathroom, Yoongi knew he would eat his words once he did.

“How are we going to fix this?” Hosek groans, patting Jimin’s head as he cried. The maknae was attached to Jimin’s back, both of them on the floor as they sobbed. 

Taehyung had refused to leave your side, the others went in and out but Tae was afraid if he left you you would find a way to escape again, and he couldn’t live through that a second time.  

“We broke her by exposing her,” Namjoon mumbles mostly to himself, thinking out loud, biting the skin of his thumb uncharacteristically nervous. “Made her feel like it was something bad…” made her pull away from us because we didn’t make her feel safe and let her drop. “Need to rebuild trust in the same way,” need to make her feel loved, “reassure her,” hold her but keep her vulnerable so she doesn’t build back up with walls against us. 

His brain works fast, now that the Suho problem was dealt with, he could focus on you until the repercussions of the Captain came. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there would be some sort of retaliation, the Captain didn’t seem the sort to let things go. 

“No more games,” Yoongi breaks his train of thoughts, eyes boring into him before looking at Hoseok too. “No more punishments, she never deserved any of them we were just sadistic fucks looking for an outlet for our own insecurity.”

Namjoon’s fist clenches, unhappy with the tone his usually stoic friend takes, even if his words held some truth. 

“A whole world at our disposal to kick down and we take it out on our little love,” Yoongi scoffs, chuckling in disgust with himself and the others. “We really are scum of the Earth.”

—

The Captain doesn’t find the ceiling all that interesting, but it’s all he can stare at alone in the hospital wing. He’s not alone in the sense of physically, the hospital staff mill around working on the ward, he’s merely separated by curtains from the other patients, but the noise around him felt like a hum, a buzz in the background. The only visitor he had was the Chief of police telling him to stand down about the syndicate task force and then offering (ordering) him half a years paid leave. 

“Take the time off,” he had said. “Recover,” he patted Suho’s shoulder before muttering, “it’ll do you some good.”

But the captain could see the truth in the Chief’s eyes, a hidden variable that was making him speak through the shadows. Kim Namjoon got to the police, he had his strings attached to every officer like they were his puppets. He only needed the top brass, they would create order and command for him. He wondered what he had on them all, how deep the corruption ran.

It seemed he was cut at the knees in more ways than one, the leader of the crime syndicate really drove that message home. He laughs at himself humourlessly despite the lack of anything funny in sight. One of the nurses giving him a judgmental side eye, wondering to herself whether they gave him too much morphine. 

Suho could still feel the pain tearing through his knee and his hand, albeit dulled by the drugs in his system. The bullet had been lodged into his bone, it required surgery to be pulled out, surgery that was paid for by an anonymous benefactor. The thought of who he suspected as that person made him want to beg to put the bullet back. 

Powerless wasn’t a feeling he was all that common with, even in his darkest days on the force he always felt hope, knew he would see the Sun rise another day. But Kim Namjoon had a way of drowning the Sun, and all her rays of hope. He could only pray that by some miracle, he could pull you out of the waters before your light washed out. 

—

The scene when you open your eyes is eerily similar to the one before your world flipped upside down, a part of you wanted to believe the hands of time had turned back or at least you woke up in an alternative universe where the fight never happened, but the memories burned through your mind too clearly for anything else to be true. All seven of your walking talking red flags were posted around you in the room, eyes on you albeit much softer than that day, yet for some reason it puts you on edge. 

“Heaven,” Jimin sits on his knees on the bed peering down at you, you notice the telling red rims around his eyes and his nose, was he crying? Why? He tries to cover it with a smile, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons but he couldn’t hide the evidence from you, you knew him too well.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips before he mumbles desperately against your skin, his voice breaking, “forgive us.”

Tentatively, as if afraid you were going to break or run away, two arms wrap around your middle, the maknae lying beside you burying his head into you but you can hear the tell tale sniffles. It was rare any of them ever cried, you really must look like a state.

Your head throbs from the continuous cycles of sleep you were putting yourself through, sleep was safe and you were too exhausted to live, let alone deal with the repercussions of your relationship. 

“Jungkook, you’re smothering our dove,” Hoseok sighs, arms folded as he keeps his distance. He wouldn’t say it aloud but since he and Namjoon were the directors of your punishment and subsequently the push into subdrop he was afraid of approaching you.

It wasn’t just your rejection that would break his heart, but if his presence caused a reaction of trauma, more than what you were presenting now, it would crumble him. It took everything in his will power not to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive them, and the man had never begged anyone for anything before. 

Even Namjon kept himself an arm length away, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed, watching you as the others interacted. Soekjin had stood beside you, his fingers massaging your forehead as if he could sense the pain, but your eyes find Namjoon. 

“Did you hurt him?” It was the first time you had seen him and the first words out of your mouth were about that cockroach. He can feel his anger begin to simmer dangerously, his jaw clenches before he releases a self deprecating laugh under his breath. This was cruel even for you, was it a test? Why didn’t you ask him whether he killed him, that he could answer truthfully, the details were a little more complicated. 

“We didn’t kill him,” Hoseok says, his mind flashing back to standing on the roof of the opposite building holding the sniper as it took out the Captain’s leg.

“That’s not what I asked,” you whisper, eyes starting to water again. 

Namjoon glances at Yoongi’s warning stare, the thoughts written clearly on his stone face, enough of proving to you how evil they truly were, the truth didn’t matter, only you did. But yet there was something inside of him urging him to tell you, a sadistic part of him that wanted to break the already cracked dusty rose tinted glasses. Was it so bad of him to want you to love the darkest parts of him? Couldn’t you hear his soul cry out for you to love him despite how bloodstained it was?

“No we didn’t hurt him Love,” he sighs, hanging his head so he wouldn’t have to meet your gaze, his fist clenching the material of his trousers. The lie tasted like coal in his mouth, but he would swallow it down even if it upset his stomach. 

You let out a sound of relief, the weight on your shoulders suddenly disappeared and you could breathe freely again. They actually saw you smile, and the guilt only cemented. 

“Thank you,” you exhale, the feeling of love you were holding back against them now allowed to roam back into your body. There was hope, there was a chance to heal your relationship; they listened to you despite their murderous intent, you were relieved. You were so worried they would kill him anyway despite your plea not to, but this was proof they were willing to work on themselves with you, that you meant something to them more than being their toy.

You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Jimin wipes away your tears, you hadn’t even realised had slipped from the corner of your eyes. 

“Our baby’s so caring,” Jin comments, trying to keep the bite out of his voice and eyes. Your gaze falls on him and he smiles, it’s the most fake thing he’s ever done in front of you but you’d believe it. Seokjin was a mastermind at manipulation, to the point he could paint whatever he wanted on his face regardless of his emotions. Namjoon had debriefed them before you woke up, the objective was to do what they did best, monopolise you back under their spell.

It throws you, the gentle expression on his face, maybe you did wake up in an alternate reality. Jungkook distracts you, pulling you closer against him, his lips on your shoulder, making his way up your neck and cheek slowly. You turn to face him, eyes in a daze, that sweet bunny smile greeting you shyly but your attention is pulled away by another. 

The back of Taehyung’s fingers trace your cheek gently, another smile greeting you when you turn to him on the other side of you, finding him kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He takes notice of your glazed stare, the slow confusion on your face.

“Aren’t you the cutest little love to ever exist,” he coos quietly.

“Our only little love,” Yoongi corrects him.

“Our slice of heaven,” Jimin pipes in.

“The only heaven we’ll ever see,” Namjoon’s deep voice gruffs.

That overwhelming feeling only grew, but it didn’t feel unwanted, you felt cushioned, like you were being lifted or floating on a cloud. Gentle touches, soft words, soothing your soul quiet, letting it rest. But you were unaware a part of you was being buried.

“Our perfect Angel,” Namjoon whispered and for some reason it felt like the final nail in the coffin making you snap back to your senses.

“No,” you sit up to face him, breaking away all the physical touch they had on you. The safe space they had lulled you into with all your defences bare had shattered. “You can’t expect me to accept you for all your flaws if you won’t do the same for me.”

There’s a fight in your eyes that comes alive as you stare him down, but he keeps quiet letting you fill the silence.

“I am not perfect, YOU need to stop pretending I am,” you throw his words back at him, he fucked you with those words and made you accept their cruelty, he would have to offer you the same respite. “I am done with trying to live up to this impossible image you have of me, because every time I break the illusion I can see the disappointment in your faces and it kills me every time.”

“Little love, you are perfect,” Jin sighs, moving to sit in front of you to break the staring match between you and Joon. “All those things you think are flaws are perfect Love, they’re a part of you, of course they’re perfect.”

His thumb strokes your cheek soothingly, trying to will away the fire when it threatened to burn everything they had spent rebuilding in this room with your recovery.

“If we made you feel anything other than perfect dove that’s our fault,” Hoseok admits, “but you already know how bad we are, it’s always our fault, don’t let us fool you otherwise.”

“You don’t get it,” you frown, looking down at your lap. “When you love me like that, it's a burden.”

“Love,” Yoongi calls for you, desperation in his voice, hating that you felt that way at all. “That’s not our intention.”

“Baby,” Jungkook sits up beside you, and you start to feel confined, their bodies like iron bars of a jail, keeping you with them for a life sentence you were beginning to think you deserved. “We love you, we made a mistake, we know that, but our love for you isn’t bad.”

“It’s the one redeemable thing about us Heaven,” Taehyung adds, looking up at you even with your head hanging low, trying to meet your eyes. 

You feel your eyes water, you just ached, wanting to be drowned in their love but protected from their consequences. Last time you took the coward's way out, you ran away, this time you needed to create distance, but still work on the problem without bias, without their love infecting you until you could heal them and yourself.

“I don’t know where to go from here,” you confess, holding back a sob. Your mind starting to win the war it raged against your heart and all it wanted.

Their solemn expressions snap to you, the panic in their eyes piercing you.

“What do you mean, little love?” Jimin says warningly, you sounded like you were wanting to end your relationship but you surely knew better than anyone that it was impossible. They wouldn’t let you go if you tried.

“I think we need to go on a break,” you state, your voice strained from the heavy feeling of wanting to cry in your throat. 

“Absolutely not,” Hoseok shakes his head, nostrils flaring at the suggestion.

“I’m not asking,” you say firmly.

“You don’t get to make that decision little love,” Namjoon’s lips twitch as he stops himself from growling, how dare you even think it. “You’re ours.”

You both stare each other down, neither willing to compromise. 

“I’m mine,” you felt in control again, you hadn’t felt this way for so long, like your soul belonged to you, you weren’t just floating in their desires, you were your own person. 

“We won’t let you leave,” Namjoon retorted, not denying your statement.

“I didn’t say I wanted to leave,” you shake your head, looking at each of them before your gaze returns to the leader of the syndicate, a challenge present in both your stares. “But you don’t get to touch me, or fuck me, or play your games.”

Every one of your new rules hit them like a punch to the gut, a cruel mocking thought passing through the air between them, this was the consequences of their fuck up, and they knew if they wanted to keep you, they would have to listen. 

“One last thing,” you say after a lot of deliberating, a squeeze in your throat trying to stop you getting the words out, a deep frown set between your eyes. “I don’t want you to call me little love anymore.”

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter Six

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight|Chapter nine|Chapter ten

Hybrid!OT7 x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, some language, harsh themes

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Tags list is now CLOSED! Thank you guys for loving this pic <3 lots more to come soon!

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Your dinner was getting cold. For some reason, you couldn’t pick up the fork. Your hands were too busy gripping the table, bewildered by the sight in front of you.

“Are you going to come greet us or just sit there?” Yoon teased, showing that gummy smile you missed so much. The others were behind him, Jimin laid on Taehyung’s back. You could tell they had been through hell and back. Jin could barely stand on his own two feet, leaning on Hobi for support.

“I- what are you guys doing here?” You never thought you would see them again. Now that they’re here in front of you, you don’t know what to say. Even after all that time practicing what to say if they came back.

Im sorry. Please stay. I missed you.

Instead, you asked “Where’s Namjoon?”

The smile on Yoongi’s face quickly turned into a frown, telling you all you needed to know. Maybe you couldn’t do anything to convince him to stay, maybe Joon was just a lost cause- that’s what you tried to convince yourself anyway.

“I’m so sorry-.” You tried to apologize but Jungkook quickly shut it down with a quick embrace. As soon as you felt his arms wrap around your waist you were at ease. But once he pulled away, you yearned for more. It was just a second, but you still craved it nonetheless.

“Don’t apologize when you have nothing to be sorry for. He made his bed. Now he has to lay in it.”

“Speaking of beds”, Jimin interrupted, apparently lucid enough to speak clearly. “May I go to mine? I haven’t had a proper sleep in weeks…”The guys chuckle at Jimin lack of consciousness. It made you smile knowing they could laugh in dire situations. It comforted you, hearing Jimin call the bed his. It was his bed.

This is his home.

***

After eating dinner, everyone went there separate ways. They were probably looking forward to having a nice, cozy bed all to themselves. You laid in bed trying to rest, but your mind wouldn’t allow it. Yes, you were happy to have the six wanted hybrids back home, but every time you thought about Namjoon your stomach turned from worry. Apparently you weren’t the only one.

“Hey Y/n?” The Bunny hybrid stood in front of your bedroom door holding his favorite black and blue pillow.

“Hey Kook”, you leaned against the headboard, getting a better look at him. He looked frazzled, like there was something on his mind. You know that look all too well. “Can’t sleep?”

He nodded, making his way to the unoccupied side of the bed. He laid down next to you, getting as close to you as he could while holding his pillow to his chest.

“Worried about Namjoon”, he whispered into his pillow. “Never been anywhere without him. Im scared…”

You gently removed the pillow from his chest, replacing it with your warmth. Jungkook immediately relaxed in your embrace, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You felt like home- nice and warm. You were familiar to him, someone his could call his. Yes, he had the guys, but he grew up with them so it was different. The bond he built with you was new, and easy.

You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back soothingly. “I know”, you whispered. You of all people know what it’s like to lose someone. You know the feeling of curiosity, the feeling of wondering where your person may be.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find him… I promise.”

You continued to rubbed Kook’s back, soothing him to sleep. There in the darkness, you both laid. It was quiet- serene.

“How did we get so lucky?” He murmured, eyelids fluttering on the brink of sleep. “What did we do to deserve you?”

He fell asleep before you could respond, before you could find the words to answer him. But his question kept you up all night, looking for the right words. How do you tell the person you just met that you’re falling? How do you explain to him that it’s you who was lucky enough to find seven incredibly selfless people.

“You deserve the world”, you whispered, finding comfort in his unconsciousness. “All of you do..”

“I love you. More than you know...”

***

You expected jungkook to be gone when you woke up, but there he was- still laid in your arms. He looked peaceful. Even with the cuts and bruises on his face, he was beautiful. And there it goes  again- butterflies in your stomach. It was a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling was warm and comfortable, but also scary.

But you couldn’t lay in bed all day, admiring all of Jungkook’s features. The farm needed tending to, and breakfast needed to be made. When you went to sit up, a pair of hands quickly pulled you back down.

“Don’t leave yet”, he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Kook”, you sighed, pretending to be irritated. “I’ve gotta go cook and feed the animals. You can come help if you want.”

He shook his head, pouting like a sad little kid. “Hobi already tended to the farm and Yoon made everyone breakfast. Now, lay down with me please.”

“Oh” was all you could say. You didn’t have any other excuse. The guys made sure of that. So you let him cuddle you, the way you did him. And for a while, you laid in his arms peacefully.

“You trust me tight?” Kook questioned.

“With my life”.

He scooted closer to you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel him breathing on you, making you nervous.

“Just trust me, okay?”

You nodded. “O-okay.”

Taking his sweet time, he placed gentle kisses from your neck to your ear. It had you squirming in anticipation, wondering where his lips would move to next.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now”, he breathed by your ear, running a hand up and down your waist. One hand made its way to your breast, messaging it through your night shirt. You gasp at the sudden feeling, giving him room to connect your lips with his. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet it still made you’re mind go blank. “Namjoon would loose his mind if he knew.”

You pushed away immediately after hearing his name. Namjoon, their pack leader. What would he think about the pack maknae comforting you in your bed? Your stomach turned just thinking about it.

“I should probably go check on the others, it’s a little too quiet”, you thought up an excuse, leaving a dumbfounded Jungkook in your bedroom.

***

As you walked down the creeky stairs, the aroma of pancakes and syrup surrounded you. When you entered the living room, four hybrids sitting on the couch devouring their plate.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Hoseok beamed. “Yoon thought we should wait for you to come down, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s okay”, you smiled. The smell of the morning breakfast was making your stomach growl. Jimin scooted to the edge of the couch, making some room for you to sit.

“Here, grab your plate and you can watch with us”, he offered. The Saturday cartoons were on, Tae’s favorite. Tom and Jerry always made him laugh, and don’t even get him started on road runner.

“Sorry, I can’t. Lots of farm work to do. But let’s play a game outside later!”

Jin, lying down on the other side of the couch, pointed a finger at Hoseok. “Hobi already did it! The silos are full and the chicken coops are clean! I fed the animals too!”

The stairs creaked once more. Jungkook, with his doe eyes and fluffy hair, entered the living room. “Good Morning”, he greeted in his raspy morning voice.

You could feel the butterflies again.

“You sure slept well, didn’t you?” Jimin smirked. “You might want to adjust your self, kook. It’s looking right at me.”

He glared at jimin. “What are you ta- Oh shit.”

If Jimin didn’t say anything, you would’ve never noticed, but now you can’t unsee it- the tent in the bunny hybrids pants. The others laughed at him while you blushed feverishly. 

“What were you dreaming about kookie?” Tae teased the youngest.

“More like who was he dreaming about?” Hobi joined in. You couldn’t even think straight. Instead of joining in the taunting banter, you decided to quietly grab a seat and try to wipe the red off your face.

But Jungkook wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

“Blame Y/n! It’s her fault”, He exclaimed with his back turned adjusting himself. Suddenly all eyes shifted to your side of the couch, and you could no longer hide your embarrassment. And with the embarrassment was also shock.

“I- I didn’t! We never-“ You stuttered trying to find the right words. Was there any right way to explain how you made their pack mate hard? Probably not…

“You worry too much”, Kook huffed, slightly irritated. “You’re our family now. I’m as just as close to you as I am my pack. You practically are apart of us now!”

You tugged at the loose string on your shirt, eyes on the floor as if you had just been scolded. “But Namjoon-“

“Joon will come around eventually”, Jin interjected. “He knows where home is. He’ll make his way back to us soon.”

***

The room felt cold, ice cold. And even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet, he already knew where he was.

“No! Please, Not again!” Joon begged, body trembling.

The men in white lab coats laughed. “You’re lucky you still alive. We can keep it that way, too! Just tell me where the others are and no one has to get hurt.”

Namjoon laid on the cold white floors, gripping the metal bars caging him in. If the bars weren’t there, everyone in the room would’ve been dead, by his hand. Just hearing the sinister laugh of the people who hurt his pack made him want to tear them into shreds.

“Fuck you!” He spat. He banged and beat on the cell bars, but It was no use. He couldn’t break them. And now he’s in a situation he cannot escape.

And now he’s silently calling you for help.

Please, he begged. Save me!

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