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#1 Seokjin wakes up alone

kim seokjin x f reader
includes; mentions and thoughts of sex
words; 1,769

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Seokjin began to stir, daylight gradually starting to penetrate his eyelids, and ever so slowly he squinted one eye open. A brief moment of confusion hit: this is not my bed, before the events of last night came rushing in. The memories roused a slow, sleepy smile. His body felt warm and relaxed, almost unfamiliar. The feeling only sex could bring. Great sex. Actually, it had been more than great. He was pretty sure there wasn’t an existing word to describe how amazing last night had been – an existing word in any language. Call him dramatic, but that was down to the two orgasms he’d had and the three – no, four – he’d given. His smile grew wider, and he rolled over, fully expecting to find a beautiful sleeping woman beside him. Maybe he could make it a three and five before housekeeping kicked you both out…

However, to his dismay, the bed was empty. You weren’t there. Straining his ears, he tried to hear out for the shower, or maybe the flush of a toilet, but he got nothing. He sat up, the sheets slipping down to his waist, and looked around for signs of you. His eyes moved to the door, then the floor, realising your purse was no longer there. His suit jacket was neatly draped over the chair by the desk.

You were gone.

The thought was so inconceivable he couldn’t quite get his head around it. Rapidly, he turned to check the nightstand. Maybe you’d had to rush off. Maybe you’d left a note. Maybe you’d left your number.

Nothing.

Resigned, he slumped back against the headboard, trying to ignore the huge wave of disappointment – devastation seemed too strong a word. He didn’t know what happened after a one-night stand. He was thirty-four, but the idea of spontaneous, casual sex was a foreign one to him. Was getting a room for the night an actual thing or did it only happen in movies? Should he have suggested going back to his place? Your place? What exactly was the correct protocol for having sex with strangers? Was it normal to leave without saying a word? Would you think him an idiot if you knew he was lying here tormenting himself over something so apparently insignificant?

Probably.

Fuck. He looked around again. The heels he’d yanked off, the dress he’d stripped off, the underwear he’d ripped off; they were all gone. The robe you’d worn to the bathroom was still here though, hanging off the corner of the bed… Mortifyingly, as he thought all that, images flooded to the forefront of his mind and feelings flooded elsewhere… His cock stirred, the blood rushing to it at a shocking speed. Defeated, he let himself revel in the memories – because that’s what they were now.

He ran a hand over his face, taking a surprise hit of your perfume which had somehow clung to his skin. Maybe he should take a cold shower before he had to leave. God knows he needed one. You weren’t even here, and you still had the same effect on him as you had last night. He laughed wryly, feeling like a fool. His voice was croaky, he needed water. All it had been was a one-night stand but he had somehow managed to romanticise it to embarrassing levels, all in the matter of hours.

It’s your own fault, a patronising voice told him.

He didn’t know if this was embarrassing to admit – not that he was admitting it, only thinking it – but, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex. It was over a year ago definitely, and he remembered who it was with. Ahn Naeun. However he couldn’t remember exactly when they had dated, nor for how long for. Actually, maybe it was coming up to two years ago now. It had been summer because the weather had been hot, and his mother had made him take her to the home they owned by the beach. She had been so excited because it looked as though one of her infamous blind dates had finally worked out, only for it fizzle out a couple of weeks later… Naeun was sweet and kind, and Seokjin liked her – he was fond of her –but he was also busy, and at the time probably a little selfish with it too. He felt a twang of guilt, realising he was a shitty person for not remembering the details.

Last night and this morning’s feelings were the result of two years of celibacy. How he’d managed to give you even one orgasm, let alone multiple, was a complete and utter mystery. Some out of this world sex and here he was imagining first dates and sweet confessions – and even more out of this world sex. He thought of the connection you’d had last night, how you’d made one another laugh, how you’d seemed to gel so well together, and felt like a fool all over again. Had it all been in his head? By the way he’d woken up alone, it was looking exactly like that.

What had he been expecting? You’d meet up again, start dating, be happy for approximately one month, before it inevitably fizzled out like the rest when you either got sick of never seeing him, or he thoughtlessly neglected you until he practically forgot about you altogether… It was the pattern he’d grown used to over the years. The last time he’d been in a serious relationship was just before AGS had taken off. His career had meant more to him than love – still did – but he was only getting older. Before long it would be too late to settle down, and he didn’t want to end up regretting everything he’d worked so hard on for the past decade… To feel bitter towards the only good thing he’d done in his life.

But come on! A beautiful stranger he met at a bar wasn’t going to magically change his way of life. A bar! He didn’t even go to bars. He was too lame. That was Jungkook’s thing. In fact, that’s why he’d been at Begin last night.

A few days ago, he’d been handed a flyer on the street, and when Jungkook had seen it during lunch, he’d manged to convince him to go on the weekend, only for him to cancel yesterday morning for a girl he’d met at the gym. It was no loss for Seokjin, so instead, he’d gone to the office, deciding to work as late as he could. But while there, he’d had a change of heart. Jungkook loved to call him boring any chance he got, and his best friend was absolutely correct. His life revolved around work. Even Jungkook, who also owned his own company, didn’t spend nearly half as much time at the office.

He was always off having fun, vacationing, dating, just living life as much as he could. Granted, he was five years younger, but what did that matter? Even Hoseok, who almost lived and breathed work as much as he did, was finding time for a social life these days. He’d even met someone a few months ago, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was falling hard. It was obvious.

Seokjin felt like the odd one out. All he had were the four walls of his office to keep him company. So somehow last night, he’d found himself inside Begin, sat at the bar like some kind of loner drinking his woes away.

And then he’d heard a laugh.

Your laugh.

It had called to him inside the packed bar almost siren-like. Or maybe that was the rum talking.

He’d glanced behind him to discover the owner of such a lovely sound, only for his heart to get lodged inside his throat. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the room – no, perhaps the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on. There was no way he could have been drunk off one glass of rum, so his dramatic reaction was unexplainable. He was tired. That’s probably what it had been.

You’d been with someone, another woman, and Seokjin had hoped it was only a friend, because the thought of you being anything other than single was a bitter disappointment. Not that he’d been about to walk over there and strike up a conversation. He wasn’t that type of man, and anyway, your beauty had been unnerving. He would fall to pieces in front of you.

It hadn’t stopped him from sneaking glances though. Although, the use of the verb ‘sneaking’ had been laughable. You’d caught him a handful of times, but he couldn’t stop. Where was the line between what was considered appropriate and what was considered creepy? He’d come close to crossing it, he was sure.

At some point, he’d realised you were alone, but the tentative smile he’d given you wasn’t returned, and he’d made the decision to stop. To leave once he’d finished his drink and go home. He didn’t flirt and charm. He didn’t get women. He was useless at it. The only women he got were with his mom’s help, which wasn’t something he’d admit in a hurry.

He’d still been hyperaware of your presence though. Up until the moment you’d slid down on the stool next to him, making him practically jump out of his skin, much to his embarrassment.

To his complete surprise, you’d been into him. You’d flirted with him, and he’d attempted to flirt back. He’d made you smile. He’d made you laugh. That amazing sound he’d heard earlier in the night had then been directed at him. It was happening because of him. He’d felt as though every nerve in his body was buzzing with attraction. With anticipation.

And then you’d agreed to go to a hotel. You’d kissed, you’d groped. You’d let him feel you, taste you, be inside you. He’d said things without thinking – crudethings.

Sex with a stranger shouldn’t be that good. In fact, it was impossible. There had been something there between you. A connection, and he couldn’t believe that you had just left like that—

He was just going around in circles. Tormenting himself.

“Good morning,” a woman’s voice called hesitantly from behind the hotel room door, thankfully interrupting his wondering thoughts. When Seokjin didn’t respond, she continued, her tone now turning firmer – professional. “Just to let you know, unless you want to pay a late fee, checkout is in ten minutes.”

He sighed, rubbing his face. It looked like he didn’t have time for that shower.