➳ 1k+ words | fluff, ceo!jungkook, secret agent!reader | jeon jungkook x f reader | nc-17 | flirty!jk, swearings, suggestive language
Imagine yourself lounging on a luxurious yacht’s deck with your favourite cold drink in hand. The sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls shrieking acts as background music as you relax under the warm sun. That is your dream getaway. Of course, the ship had to be peaceful with not many people around. After dealing with various people in your work, crowds would only prevent you from indulging in your relaxation.
So, you planned to come back to your hometown for a quick family visit and pack your vacation essentials. Then you’d go to the port where the rented yacht is waiting to take you on your merry way.
You deserve this break, after all. You are one of the best in the field, but you also helped train other new agents back in the headquarters.
Seeing you worked your ass off had moved your boss to give you a long holiday. She even rented a private yacht for you (since it was all you can talk about whenever someone mentioned a break). You barely stifled your grin when you received the news.
Everything was according to plan - that was until you faced a hindrance in the form of your childhood friend. Not that you hated him or anything. You two talked from time to time, even flirted a little back then, but it never crossed any line due to your unusual occupation. You had to keep everything under wraps, which led you to underestimate how much power he possessed.
And somehow, you find yourself drifting further and further away from your dream vacation. How so? Well, instead of luxuriating in your rented yacht, you are now sitting in a high-class bar. Surrounded by rich people, looking totally out of place in your midi sundress and straw hat.
“Did you not get the outfit I sent you?”
“Did you not get I am on vacation?”
Jungkook shrugs in response. “Your vacation can wait, but I can’t.”
“Well, I don’t care! You could have hired someone else who is not on holiday!” You hiss in annoyance, placing your hat on your side. “There are lots of other agents capable of dealing with whatever antics you’d like to drag them into.”
“But they aren’t the best.” Jungkook counters, tugging off his suit jacket and handing them to you.
“You don’t know that!” You shoot back, tugging on his suit to look more inconspicuous.
“It wasn’t written in their profiles.”
You want to wipe off that smug look on his face, but you can’t create a scene.
“Okay, Mister I-Am-A-Big-Shot-CEO. You might have the resources to dig into anything you can get your hands on, but that does not give you the right to do so—”
“But I just wanted to know what my dear childhood friend is up to - why she never called, how is she doing—”
“You broke the law and my organisation’s privacy rights. They could have sued you and—”
“But you told them I can be trusted. Plus, I help their funds now. Literally, your headquarters wouldn’t have their tech and gadgets as advanced as now if it wasn’t for me.”
Cocky little shit.
…But he’s also right. So, you deflate, giving up on arguing with him. You should have known talking to him would go around in circles, so you opt to take a deep breath and ask, “What do you want?”
Jungkook notices your change in demeanour and pouts. “I was hoping you’d put up more of a fight.”
“Well, not with that big ass ego of yours. Plus, the faster we are done, the faster I can catch up on my ride.”
Jungkook sighs in defeat as you switch into your work mode. “A competitor of mine has been making deals with someone from my company. I’ve been receiving reports of copyrights when no one should know of my developing products yet.”
You want to strangle him at this point. This is probably like a B-class case (or even C, actually), and your organisation has a handful of capable agents to deal with this.
“Kook, you’re going to sleep with one eye open tonight.”
“Why? You’ll come visit?” He grins at your apparent annoyed attitude. “Babe, that’s like a dream come true. You never visit my place. Should we get dinner too? I’ll wine and dine you, or do you prefer Netflix and chilling—”
You sigh deeply for the umpteenth time. Seriously, how did that shy boy turn into this menace, you wonder.
“How the hell did you turn into this when you were so nice back then.”
“I am nice.”
“The news article I found about you says otherwise.”
“People would say anything to get attention. Plus, they don’t know me personally anyway. Unlike you, right?”
“I don’t know…” You shoot back. “Things changed.”
“Huh…” Then he leans closer to you, voice reducing into a seductive whisper. “But I’m still me, aren’t I? Still your Kookie?”
You groan, pushing him away. “My cookie monster phase is in the past, okay? I don’t call you that anymore.”
“Why? It’s a cute nickname. Only you would call me that.”
“Kook.”
“Kookie,” he responds with a shit-eating grin.
You glare at him. “Jungkook. How long is this mission gonna take? You know the longer you waste my time—”
“Mhmm, don’t mind at all. I can pay as much as you’d like anyway.”
As you’re about to fire back at him, there’s a new guest in the bar just arriving on the doorstep when you shush Jungkook with a finger on his mouth. “A guy with a briefcase just enter the place.”
Jungkook blinks before turning his head to glance at the entrance behind him. “Yep, that’s him alright. But we still need to find the rat.”
“Today’s a workday. Are there any uniforms or ID that your employees use?”
“Just ID card, but who’d be stupid enough to bring that here—” His breath hitches as you cup his face in your hands to make him face you.
Apparently, someone just walks to the entrance to approach the newcomer. They face in your direction, which can lead them to identify Jungkook if you’re not careful.
Leaning in so close to him, your lips are mere millimetres away from that it’d look like a couple making out to anyone around you. You tilt Jungkook’s head a bit while you tilt to the other side to keep your eyes on the two men. You both stay that way until the traitor and his friend is back in their seat.
“The rat is wearing a champagne tie, and he’s stupid enough to keep on his ID card around his neck.” You chuckle, releasing him from your hold. Jungkook is still in a daze as you mutter all the details. “—and… Are you listening?”
“Huh?” He snaps out of his trance.
“His name is Yu Junseo, part of the developer team in your company. No wonder it’s easy for him to share classified information.”
“…Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Is that all you have to say?”
“I-I mean, yeah, I’ll look into it.”
“See? It’s not a hard mission at all, Kook. How dare you say there’s no other agent capable of this,” you say exasperatedly, crossing your arms, but the initial annoyance has ebbed away.
“I only hire the best, you know that. How did you read his ID from this far?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you shake your head, finishing your drink in one gulp before pointing at your eyes. “Special contact lens, remember? Where you invested your funds on.”
“Ah, right…”
“Mhmm, I better get going now.” You are about to leave your seat when he grabs for your wrist. “What now?”
Jungkook looks lost for a brief moment before he babbles, “Where are you going now? I’ll drive you there.”
You raise a brow at him. “It’s fine, Kook. There’s an Uber nearby. Shouldn’t you go back to your office?”
“Nah, I’ve got time. Especially when I can spend them with you.”
And let’s just say you ended up with an unexpected company for your vacation on an even bigger private yacht.
Summary:Jimin is missing his wife. He is writing her a love letter for her birthday. She will be happy, won’t she? Jimin wished he could see her, but he can’t.
Genre: fluff and angst
Warnings: mentions of death, mental health
Rating:PG-15
Word count: 1.3 K+
A/N:Hello again everyone! I have been trying to write the next chapter for Dwindling Healings, but I am not able to. Till then please enjoy the one-shots and drabbles I’m putting out. I am thankful to Ashley @moonleeai and Natasha @queentiti72from@bangtanwritershq who beta read the story for me.
This is for the square “Love Letters” for the @bangtanwritingbingo spring event, That thing you do. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Jimin sat on his bed with a pen and beautiful peach colored paper again. Your favorite color. He smiled to himself as he looked out of the grilled window. The sky was in a beautiful hue of orange, pink and purple, just like you liked it. How many letters would it be by today? Were you not missing him like he missed you? He sat in silence for a while before writing…
do you remember? the heat of summer? you said forever.
pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader
genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut
rating:18+
warnings:public fingering, use of the word slut. Jungkook is a real asshole here. manipulation, hickeys.
wordcount:2k
a/n:finally. it’s here. after so much anticipation, nineteen is here!!!! this chapter is short but i promise the next chapters are gonna be longer. shits bout to gown down bitches. also, the last part after summer 2019, guess where that is from?
To say you were not surprised would be an understatement. You’ve known him for two years and in these two years you’ve known a lot. But you couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. It did. It hurt a lot. Everytime you saw him going around the campus, the girls in him arms parading around, showing everyone they won “the heartthrob”.
Everyone knew Jungkook was the biggest fuckboy on campus. But that didn’t stop anyone from wanting to get laid by him. And that didn’t stop you from having a sour taste on your tongue. You knew you didn’t have the right to have a ‘sour taste’. Not when he wasn’t yours by any means. Even if he’s told you that he is in fact yours.
When you felt a sting in your lower lips and the taste of iron sat on your tongue, you realized you’ve been biting your lips. A very bad habit you acquired after getting to know Jungkook. The back of your eyes stung as you turned around and excused yourself, not before letting Jungkook see you. You swear you saw his eyes glint when he saw you, but that didn’t stop him from leaning down and grazing his teeths along the ear of the girl he was with.
“Having fun, Y/N?” Sol passed you a plastic cup, which you took with all the enthusiasm left in you. “Yeah” you chuckled humorlessly. Sol frowned at your response and then nudged you, eyes focused behind you. “Looks like someone’s looking for you."
You turned around and your breath got stuck at your throat. He wore a black silk top paired with black jeans. Hair messy and sitting on his neck were the purple-bluish bruises that you gave him 4 hours back, when you rode him in your robe while he clicked your pictures. A smile graced your face automatically, at him or the hickeys, you didn’t know.
He pulled you by your waist, body flush against his, as you felt your boobs press against his chest, the thin silk material of the dress you wore and his shirt not helping. "I missed you,” he murmured, “you’ve been biting your lips."
"You saw me a few hours ago, Kook.” you said, hands pressed against his chest. “I missed my girl” he said, voice low but you could still hear him through the blaring music.
His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, doing a double over your fresh cut as a sting shot through. He pulled your lips between his teeth and sucked on it like a baby sucking milk, all while maintaining eye contact. He left your lower lip before pulling you in for an actual kiss. His hands held your waist as he rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion.
“I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he said, mouth next to your ear. Pressing a kiss on your right cheek, he left. And just like that, you forgot that he was the reason you were lying to everyone. Yourself and him included.
“Hi babe” Yura hugged you from behind, before sitting in front of you. “Yoongi was looking for you.” you said, a knowing smile on your face as Yura’s face turned a bright shade of red. “You should just confess, you know? I mean judging by the way he’s always looking for you, man’s not gonna reject you babe."
"You know what? Maybe I will. Yes. I will. Today.” she stated with a newfound confidence. You laughed at the way her face changed. “Yeah? While you’re at it, tell that asshole to bring me my headphones back."
You felt your phone vibrate as you took it out of your pocket.
kook <3: you free tonight?
you: no. have plans :(
kook <3: oh. with?
you: wouldn’t you like to know?
kook <3: come on im just asking
you: taeyeon
kook <3: you know i can fuck you better right?
you: are you serious right now?
kook <3: you’re meeting him at night right?
you: oh my god jungkook
kook <3: ykw? forget i asked. have fun.
You groaned lowly, rubbing your face. All you felt was rage. Who did he think he was, telling you what to do and what not to? After he walks around campus proudly knowing his reputation? After he encourages the girls who are lined up for him to be there? Maybe you should actually fuck Taeyeon. He was cute. You heard he had a big dick. So where’s the problem?
You put on the lip gloss and checked yourself out at the mirror. The notification on your phone indicated that Taeyeon was waiting. Putting your heels on, you grabbed your keys and made your way out.
You wore the flowy black dress that had been sitting at your closet for the longest time. Most of the times, when you’re out with Jungkook, you go with pants, jeans or shorts, knowing fully well that a dress would not help you on the back of his ducati.
"Wow” Taeyeon breathed as you walked towards him. The minute your eyes shifted from him, your eyes scrunched before your face morphed into a frown. Maybe the dress was a bad choice after all. There stood Taeyeon, on his bike. Next to him stood a couple of guys, whom you recognized were from your campus. But amongst them, you saw him.
“Hey, I’m so sorry I forgot to inform you, but the guys wanted to go to the club. So I figured we could go there as well.” Taeyeon said, sensing your frown. You smiled and walked up to him, placing a peck on his cheek.
From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jungkook poking his cheek with his tongue, eyes staring right back at you. “Uh, how do I get on tho?” you asked, looking at his seat.
“Y/N can come with me.” you heard that oh, so, familiar, voice. “You have to pick up some stuff too, right Taeyeon? I don’t think Y/N can sit with all that.” he continued.
“Yeah, he’s right. Y/N why don’t you go with him? It’d be a problem for you to sit with the stuff here.” Taeyeon said, eyes apologetic.
“That’s fine.” you smiled sweetly at him, although you felt anything but that.
You made your way towards Jungkook, who leaned smugly against his bike. “I guess you’re back to me afterall.” he said, the smirk not leaving his face.
You rolled your eyes and got on his bike, legs either side with your dress scrunched up in the middle. Jungkook handed you a stole which you recognized as yours that you used to wrap around his neck when he was sick and still riding his bike.
“Why did you bring this?” you asked, taking the stole from his hand. “Knew you’d need it."
Before you could speak he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his torso making you lean on him due to the high seat of his bike. A familiar feeling hit you when he revved up the engine followed by that familiar disappointment of knowing how many girls have done this.
You really were ruining yourself.
As the wind hit you, you felt free. You always did. Jungkook knew how much you loved the bike rides. He started taking you on them more after he learned about your love for rush and thrill. Halfway through the ride you realised that you were not on the way to the club but to a different direction. A road you knew too well.
"Where are we going?” you asked, voice loud so that he could hear you. When you didn’t hear him back you drew his name out “Jungkook."
"Shh.” he said, holding your wrists and pulling you more towards him.
He parked his bike next to a tree and then intertwined your fingers together. You liked to think you had Jungkook all figured out but times like these, when he acted as if you’re the only girl he looked at, as if he wasn’t fucking some other girl a few hours back, you thoughts are proven wrong.
He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed against his front as he walked you both towards the edge of the park, tiny twinkling lights of the entire city in front of you.
“What are you doing, Kook?” you whispered , bur he hears it anyway.
You feel his breath on your neck. “You know, I hate how you run away from me.” You could scoff at the irony, but you wouldn’t want to ruin the comfortable environment. “Why do you hate it? I’m always there.” you say lowly.
“I know, baby. So am I. Always there for you. Always will be."
Tears welled up in your eyes but before they could spill Jungkook turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss. The tears fell anyways. Slowly dragged down. Jungkook wiped them using his thumb.
Times like these, you wished he meant all his promises.
He turned you around to your previous position, leaning to leave wet kisses down your neck. His hands traveled the expanse of your chest, one hand catching the hold of a breast while the other reached down to cup your sex.
"Tsk, so wet.” his hand went further down as he pushed your panties aside and drew a long line on your wet slit. “You were gonna sit with these soaked panties behind him?” he asked lowly, voice dropping several octaves. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah”
“Yeah?” he pinched your clit, as a loud groan left your throat. He pushed two of his finger inside, slowly scissoring them. Your hands reached up to his hair, pulling the roots and he continued to suck on your neck. “You like it?” he asked.
“Mhmm. Want mo-more.”
“Such a dirty little slut.” his finger picked up its pace as you pressed your thighs together. “For you. Just for you.” you said, voice sound nothing more than a breath.
As you felt your climax hitting you, your body collapsed on his, as he wrapped his hand around your waist, the other one still inside your panties, fingers deep in. You both looked towards the city, wishing you could stay like this forever.
“Just for me.” he said, thumbs circling your clit as you closed your eyes, a second hit of tears coming in.
You were maybe crying too much nowadays.
You both went back shortly after. You got down his bike, the slick feeling inside your thighs making you feel uncomfortable. He gave you a smile, bunny teeths popping out, hair messy and your underwear peeking out his back pocket. You hands reached out to fix his hair as he closed his eyes and leaned to your touch.
“I’ll see you in a bit yeah?”
Except you didn’t. You went back to your apartment. When you scrolled through your phone, snap stories of his friends, where you saw him with some girl on his lap as she giggled. You knew you were not going to see him in a bit. You would, but that would be somewhere around 4 in the morning, when he would knock too loudly at your door, drunk. His friends would tell you he gave your address. You would usher him inside quickly, hoping not to wake the neighbours up.
He would smell of some cheap sweet perfume, the smell would make you want to vomit. He would guide himself to your room, take out his clothes from your closet and put them on. Settle himself between your covers and then pull you on his lap. Kiss you like his life depended on it. Sneak his hands under your shirt and play with your boobs and you would sit on his lap. He would tell you how you were the only one.
You knew it all to well. It was a routine. He was your habit just as much as you were.
You wondered how you reached this place.
Summer 2019
“Fuck!"
You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late.
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synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
rating:18+
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late.
You scurried across the campus, trying to keep your books together. As you practically sprinted, you saw someone come your way. You tried to stop yourself, but before you knew it, you collided with what felt like a hard surface. And then a harder surface. Oh god, why was this happening?
You squinted your eyes open, ready to brace yourself of the situation that was about to unfold. Your books scattered all around, forms lying in different directions, your bag somewhere along with the rest and in the midst was a human.
A big human. Not a hulk sized human but definitely built and taller than you human.
For a minute you stood there, looking at the mess in front of you. Your eyes shifted to you watch, which you hoped wasn’t cracked.
11:26am
SHIT
You scrambled your way towards your forms, which looked like they were one minute away from flying away and bidding you goodbye. You picked them up, hurriedly, not even paying attention to the grunts that was coming from the human who was still lying on the ground.
“Can you, maybe, help me up?” a male voice grunted. A very smooth malevoice.You did not have time for this.
“Sorry, but I’m in a hurry. Can you maybe help me collect my things?"
"I would love to but you decided to knock my down” he said, voice sounding a little closer.
You turned around to watch him pat the rolled up sleeves on his right arm, tattoos running all over the exposed part and getting hidden under the sleeves.
“You look fine.” you said, then looked at his face.
Damn
You sucked in a breath, the little action seen by him. A smirk played on his face, as he bent down to pick up your books. Keep it together, Y/N
You wordlessly turned around, gathering all the forms and your bag. “Thanks…..” you said, looking at him as he handed you your books back.
“Jungkook”
“Thanks, Jungkook."
You looked at your watch, hoping not too much time passed between this.
11:28am
fuck. FUCK!
You widened your eyes, looking at him once, and then dashed. A breathy laugh left his mouth as he watched you run away.
The first girl, Jungkook didn’t flirt with on the first interaction
-
You kind of expected the office lady to yell at you for being thirty-five minutes late. Albeit, you did explain to her how you got lost, she was definitely not having it. What you didn’t expect was for her to assign you to bring a whole bunch of paper, which you had no idea where to bring from. Yes, she did give you a name but you were sure in a campus this big, you were gonna get lost again.
Fortunately, you met a girl on the way of you loosing your mind. When you explained to her, which she didn’t understand at first, she said she’d help you with the papers.
"How are you joining this late?” Yura asked you.
“It was a late admission. I just came back from the States three days ago.” you struggled to keep up with the heavy stack of paper which you were now carrying back to the main office. “Why does she need so many paper?” you huffed, gesturing to the stack which you both had.
“I don’t know man.” Yura laughed. “So you’re from the States?"
"Oh, no. I was there for a long time but I’m definitely not from the US.”
“Yeah, you look too Asian.” she deadpanned.
You smiled, ready to say I know. But before you knew, you hit a hard surface yet again. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” you groaned.
Today was definitely not your day, you concluded. You got up, ready to yell at whoever you bumped at. “I’m so sorry!!"
You looked up to see a blonde guy. A very pretty blonde guy. Doesn’t matter "Oh my god! Y/N, you okay?” Yura hurried towards you. “No, I’m not!” you glared at the boy who looked at you with wide eyes, before bending down to pick up the papers.
“Oh, Hi Chim!” Yura said, finally acknowledging the guy.
“You know him?” you kept glaring at Chim? That’s his name?
“Yeah. He’s a friend.” she said, looking between you and him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he held out his hand and that’s when you realized that you were still on the ground. You rolled your eyes but still took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Why don’t I help you girl’s carry these,” he paused to look at the paper, eyeing them in confusion, “to wherever the fuck you’re taking them.”
“Y-”
“Where are you taking them?” he interrupted, looking at you both weirdly.
“To the main office. Don’t ask.” Yura stopped him before he could continue.
“Okay. Main office it is.” he said, taking half from your stack and half from Yura’s.
The three of you walked back to the office, getting scolded by the office lady again. Maybe she was having a bad day too.
“Why don’t we go to eat something?” Jimin suggested. He looked at you, “I’ll pay. Make up for all that” he gestured his hands in the air.
“Sure.” you didn’t have the energy to argue honestly. And your stomach was growling, so why not!
“Hey guys! Meet Y/N.” Jimin yelled from a distance to a group of people. A big group.
“They cannot hear you, dumbass” you flicked his head.
“Ow!"
"That’s for making me fall.” you said looking forward.
“What were you yelling, dude?” a guy with deep voice asked, looking at you first and then Jimin. “You both are late.” he pointed at both Jimin and Yura then.
“I was saying, Meet Y/N, guys. I knocked her down.” he said.
A few whistling sounds were heard along with oohs. “Hey!” you exclaimed.
“Not that knocked. Knocked as in she fell because of me. It was hilarious” he concluded earning another flick from you.
“You fell again,huh?"
That voice. That smooth fucking voice. You knew that voice.
"You.” you turned around, to find him on a bike. A black matte Ducati to be precise. He winked at you before continuing “Sorry Hyung, but I knocked her up first."
You stared at him as he finished his sentence, not taking his eyes off of you once.
"Okay,” One of them said, breaking the tension. “Let’s go. I’m hungry."
"Jungkook, take someone with you. You have an empty seat” a short guy, with a deep voice, (what’s with them being so good-looking and having such nice voices?) pointed at him
“Where are we going?” you looked at Yura for an explanation.
“You’ll see!” one of the guys said. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.”
“Oh, hi.” you said looking at him. “Now let’s go!” he said, grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling you towards a car, where the others got in.
“I think I’ll take her, hyung.” you saw Jungkook’s bike in front of you, before you saw him. “Well, suit yourself. Hold him tightly Y/N, he drives real fast.” and with that Seokjin got in the car.
You looked at Yura and you saw something of a concern in her face before she quickly masked it with a smile.
“Hop on, Princess.”
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked, holding the back of his shoulders and hoisting yourself up on his bike. “Not if it makes you hold me.” he said, head sidewards looking at you, face mere inches away from yours, as you by default leaned towards him due to the high seat.
“I didn’t catch your name, yet.” he said, hot breath fanning your lips.
“Sure you did.” you murmured.
“Yes, I did. But I wanna hear you say it."
"Y/N."
"Y/N.” the words rolled off his tongue smoothly, and that’s the first time you felt an ache in your chest. You weren’t sure why you felt it, but you knew it wasn’t going to be the last time.
